#Leon ask

[fannyyann]

lmao matthew and leon are now both (most likely) getting married next summer. WHY are their narratives always narrativing 😂😂😂

I hope they get married on the same day for maximum content for me

[chloesimaginationthings]

i am not a very serious person

You know I feel like Michael Afton would be unphased being in the backrooms

[noodles-and-tea]

I just discovered your Merlin fanart and I would like to say I love the way you perfectly capture the expressions and uniqueness of each character! Have you ever drawn Gwaine or any of the other knights other than Arthur? (I love the way you draw Arthur btw cause Bradley has such an expressive face and you capture it perfectly)

Thank you!! Here is some Gwaines ;)))

[wiltkingart]

at your service (or demise)

[daily-leon]

quack duckennedy quack

[peonycats]

it's time for (west) afriiicaaaaaaa

BONUS:

central africa congos cameos (triple c threat if you will)

[larvamars]

you draw RE2 leon with such kind doe eyes it kills me!! /pos

i love the way you draw him at every age but there's something about his darling little face that im obsessed with! idk if you take requests, and feel free to ignore but id love to see something of him just... happy i suppose 😭 he deserves to have One (1) Good Day in his life

love your art!! 💞

a date <3 (and thank u sm!)

[thatgaywizardoverthere]

Arthur “Disaster Bi” Pendragon learning about true loves kiss as a cure like:

Gwaine: For fuck’s sake, he’s not enchanted every time he smiles at someone else, Arthur! He was literally just laughing at my joke!

Arthur, aggressively frenching Merlin on the council room floor: YOU CAN NEVER BE TOO CAREFUL OKAY-

[gottabescientific]

hockeyblr is awesome bc someone will go "this is the hottest man I've ever seen" and 9 times out of 10 you could find twelve of him in any gas station in florida

The 1 out of 10 its Leon Draisaitl

[bronze-and-silver-keys]

So if the killers can see their victims, how does Sakura work out? Does she just linger by Hinas side until the trial is finished?

She's doing okay with the others. No one can see her, since she's technically her own killer, but hey that means she gets to see all of her dead friends!

Low key want to take that group shot and make it pretty

[fannyyann]

hiiii! I totally agree with that Leon anon from a couple days ago, and am so happy I’m not the only one who feels this way. I accidentally fell into mattdrai fandom last year (late, I know) and LOVE the way fanon leon is portrayed in fics but I always found canon leon to be so cold and really had to struggle to root for him or even like him in IRL.

that has now changed due to watching some oilers+ behind the scenes content of him where I realized his cuntiness is just his sense of humor. I also think he is just one of those people who can’t ever NOT be completely BLUNT, which is jarring in hockey where few players ever show personality in interviews. I recommend anon seek out some of the oilers+ stuff as well as watch the Connor/Darnell Nurse interview where they talk about how Leon likes to do impressions of people, which is very lol to me? also that interview with mitch marner where he says HE dragged celeste to see Barbie loooool. anyway I know this is a matthew blog and not a leon blog so I’ll stop but tldr: my wife’s a bitch and I love her!

p.s. I agree that it can sometimes be annoying when matthew is ALWAYS so babygirl in fics but I think that’s because he is one of the few nhl players who shows vulnerability in his interviews and people know SO much about his family so they have thousands of narratives that they project onto him. neither of those things are true for leon.

omg anon, you really had me in the first half I was like “why are you shitting on my guy like thiiis 😭😭😭” but I’m glad you get it now!

He has a very dry delivery and there’d be no mattdrai at all if he hadn’t tried to joke about getting off the ice and instead of being taken as the deadpan sort of joke delivers a lot, it landed poorly and took on an entire life of its own lmao

my favorite part of Leon’s sense of humor is when he waits for the joke to land and starts laughing when it’s well received it’s so cute and DWEEBY

also, now that you mention it I wonder if he and Celeste ever did see the Barbie movie together because he only said that he had suggested it iirc?? Cabbie we need a follow up!!!

And yes, Matthew is a very projectable slate for fandom, but I would say a lot of the things, like the daddy issues and the inferiority complexes, could be projected onto Leon too, and I really think being so blunt with his emotions, and letting the public see how deeply affected he is by losing is a type of vulnerability that fandom doesn’t appreciate.

But also! Matthew is my undisputed #1 but you never have to apologize for talking to me about Leon! I absolutely adore him

[chloesimaginationthings]

Is it just me but your SB Vanessa looks a lot like Samus Aran from Metroid???🤔

Yall heard of Michael Leon Kennedy

Now get ready for Vanny Samus Aran

[ovaryacted]

me and a friend were talking about Leon during classes today and I couldn’t get dad bod Leon out of my mind😪 I need it bad

I just imagined him coming home tired after a long day of work and needing and relief and just letting reader suck him off or bending us in half, being all soft and warm and I had to stop thinking about it because I was getting distracted😭

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MDNI/18+. NSFW. | Vendetta! Dad Bod! Leon x fem! reader CW: blowjobs, fingering | WC: 1.1k

I've been meaning to answer this message for a while but haven't had the energy to properly decipher my thoughts. But yeah ram anon, listen I've been in a serious dad bod Leon phase which is all @larvamars fault with their recent drawings. I have moments where I'm at work and my brain just goes "mmm, Vendetta! Dad Bod! Leon" and I lose focus so I get it. It's just something comforting about him having a stomach and thickness that you can grab on to. I need it bad.

Stepping through the front door, the agent walked over the threshold of the entryway and closed the door behind him. Lowering the zipper of his leather jacket, he tossed it over the back of the couch and trudged towards it, plopping himself down with a heavy grunt. Leon placed his head against the edge of the couch and inhaled before exhaling out of his mouth, fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose as his eyes fluttered closed.

Today was a pain in the ass, the cycle of continuous bio-weapon debriefs and missions gave him a run for his money and an unwanted migraine. All he had been thinking about was coming home and cuddling with you, rotting away in bed together until the next morning. He missed you, he always did, and lately, you have been the only source of release from his pent-up stress.

"Leon? Is that you?" He heard your voice filter through his thoughts, lifting his head slightly from where he rested to skim your silhouette.

"Yeah baby, it's me. Come here," opening his arms out for you, you didn't need to be told twice to move, gravitating towards him and situating yourself over his denim-clad lap.

"Rough day?" You asked him, thick arms wrapping around your waist to bring you closer to his warm chest. He breathed in and breathed out, your scent filling his senses and easing his ticked nerves.

"Something like that," he groaned when you rubbed at the base of his neck, lightly massaging his nape. He gripped your thighs and caressed you, the rough material of his fingerless leather gloves contradicting his needy touch.

"I missed you today," he confessed in a tired whisper, kissing softly along the side of your neck, his affectionate side coming through.

"You did?"

"Of course I did. Needed to come home so you can take care of me." He squeezed your body a bit harder, the tension he felt building up and flowing to another region down south.

You hummed in contentment, hands running down from his neck to the softness of his chest and towards his lower stomach. He knew he didn't have the same physique from a few years ago when he was younger, the extra weight counted on with time and his figure began to expand. It initially bothered him and it took him a long while to fully look in the mirror again. But to you? It just gave you more to grab, more to hold, more to love.

"Yeah? Need me to make you feel better baby?" You leaned forward the slightest bit, giving him a sweet peck and his hips a teasing grind. The corner of his lips curved in a smile, his dimple shy of making itself known along with the growing bulge hidden underneath his jeans.

"Mhm. You're the only one that knows what I need," he gripped onto your hips, meshing his lips with your own and urging your mouth open to make room for his tongue. You could taste the faint traces of whiskey left behind from when he snuck a sip from his flask earlier, not that you minded.

He was always touch-deprived, always greedy for more but you never complained. You were more than inclined to please him the best way you knew how.

Propped on your knees in front of the couch, you bobbed your head over Leon's cock, a daily occurrence it seemed, and one of your favorite things to do. The fingers of one hand grasped at the thickness of his thighs, a soft layer of fat over the muscle he sported so frequently. The other was busy rubbing at your clit beneath your cotton shorts in tight circles, moaning with every pass of your tongue over his length.

"Feels so good sweetheart," Leon said above you, his neck strained with the way his head was thrown back, clasping your jaw to guide your movements over him.

“Open wider for me baby, want to be deep in there,” he commanded, instinctively relaxing your jaw until he hit the back of your throat with ease, gagging before repeating the act over and over again.

“Fuuuck, that’s it,” he hissed, shifting his attention downwards to watch you suck him off. 

You held his gaze then, following up his happy trail and his lower tummy, admiring the way it folded and creased from the way he slouched. You focused on the stretch marks that made a tantalizing path around his hips and his biceps, lines you wanted to trace with an imprint of kisses. Whimpering at the thought, you drooled around his length, his pelvis becoming a mess of spit from the amount that dribbled out of you. You moaned loudly when you slipped two fingers into your pussy, wishing you had something more to fill the empty ache between your legs.

Leon grinned at the sight of you craving his touch so badly, paying attention to the telltale signs of you reaching the edge with the way your hand pumped in and out of you.

“So desperate for me, poor thing hates being empty,” he patronized you, the pleasant hum you gave him sending his hips jerking into your face. It was only a matter of time before he spilled down your throat and made a mess of you—just the way you wanted.

“Don’t worry. I’ll feed ya, honey. Just a little bit more and you got me,” Leon grumbled, fucking up into your mouth with an audible plap plap plap. Your throat constricted around him, his balls hitting your chin with every thrust he gave you. Eyes rolling into the back, you focused on regulating your breathing when he slammed your head down to press your nose into his pubic hair as he came.

“Take it, fucking take it.” He practically roared from his release, pudgy stomach and dense legs flexing from your touch, your nails digging into him and leaving crescent marks. You choked as your walls clenched around your digits, in tune with his climax and your own hitting you with a dull cry.

As gently as he could, he drew you away from his softening cock, letting you catch your breath with a light cough. Your lips felt numb and your eyes were bloodshot with tears, but you’ve never been more satisfied, a dopey smile evident on your features.

“How about I return the favor now? Gotta clean up the mess my girl made.” He proposed with a smirk, affectionately wiping away the spit that stained your cheeks along with the tears that left their streaks.

This was why Leon liked coming home to you. You’ll always be there with open arms, an open mouth, and open legs.

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[glacierclear]

OOOUUUGH WHAT IF chubby domestic leon looks in his bathroom mirror one morning, still eepy, and in the mirror he sees his lean muscular self, covered in dirt and grime and wounded, serious face, bleeding Then he looks down at himself, his chubby belly, faint scars, and he looks back up at his violent reflection and just smiles "We made it buddy" he says to his past self OUGH

it's been a long road.

[daily-leon]

[boobearymuch]

he learned how to do brows and now he thinks he's hot shit