#stupid leon(affectionately)

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Future father-son hugs!

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LOVEY-DOVEY !

ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. ddlg, daddy dom/little girl duhh, leon feeling guilty for no reason, age gap, princess parts used once, an abundance of pet names, honestly just icky sappy smut, typical stuff like penetration n oral, praise kink

note. haiii :3 so insanely embarrassed to post this it’s insanely icky and soft for me .. but ignore typos as always :333 rbs n feedback greatly appreciated :33 crossposted on my ao3 clitkiss as usual, this is like very.. ddlg like he dresses u at one point but it’s only mentioned briefly

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You and Leon are trying something new. Now, he’s no stranger to it, his moonlight trysts with Pornhub show that he’s an expert at it in fact. But that was back in his late twenties. Op in Spain made his brain go funny, and maybe it’s ‘cause Ashley is the perfect subject for it - DDLG that is. She batted her lashes up at, clung to his arms, and she needed him, relied on him. In turn, he spent his days balls deep in videos like Daddy’s Little Girl Punished For Staying Up Past 8 PM, and even classier ones like Big Cock Daddy Fucks Tiny Tit Teen Girlfriend Till She Squirts (ANAL + THROATFUCKING)! Even the occasional Step-Daughter Chokes On Step-Daddy’s Fat Cock While Mommy Sleeps! Very tasteful, very nuanced, very discreet. So yeah, not to brag, but Leon’s kind of a porn connoisseur. Dabbled in every category.

The DDLG thing got boxed up and shelved away quick. Made him feel guilty, post-nut clarity set in the second he’d milked himself dry. Then he’d lay there for hours with a sticky palm and a heavy heart. Hasn’t thought about it in years, these days Leon’s more into Busty Dom Mommy Pegs Scrawny, Ugly, Sissy Slut In Business Suit! and if he’s really feeling up for it Stupid Fucking Bitch Takes Two Dicks At Once! The titular bitch actually only took one dick at a time despite the two dicks present, quite misleading in his humble opinion. No more creepy daddy stuff though. Those days are over; he hasn’t thought about it in twenty years give or take. Claire sent him this ‘Get porn sites taken down for women blah blah blah’ petition, he signed it, clicked out of the tab and got down to watching some silly slut get fucked within an inch of her life.

It’s more of a boredom thing. Honest. Leon watches porn to fill in gaps of space throughout his day; he nods his head thoughtfully when the man so affectionately titled Blue-Collar Bear slams into the Preppy Spoiled Twink. This is all getting away from him, the point is, Leon hasn’t thought about the dreaded topic of DDLG for literal decades. Then you walk in, and Leon’s sat there listening to you prattle on about Pompompurin and Chococat, an entire lineup of characters that he now knows off by heart.

Oh, is that right, sweetheart? Cinnamoroll’s a puppy, not a bunny? Wow, I didn’t know that, baby, fascinating ain’t it? Miffy‘s from the Netherlands, god, she’s gotta be careful over there in Amsterdam, honey. They don’t call that place Sin City for no reason, the red light district is no joke. Oh, I see, she’s from Utrecht? Ah, guess she’s safe then, I’m glad. What’s her name? That’s your favourite, Cogimyun? That’s a mouthful, ain’t it? She looks like a cloud. No? She's not? She’s a what-? Made of wheat flour? Oh! Well, that’s real funny, baby. Bet she don’t do well on windy days.

You don’t tell him outright. But he knows. Leon tries to tell himself that you’re just like this, that you buy cutesy, girly stickers to make yourself happy, that you fill his bedroom with soft toys ‘cause you simply like ‘em, turn them around when you fuck as a joke. But it’s clear, the headspace you’re left in after sex gives it away, haven’t let the D word slip so far, Leon’s banking on it being soon though.

He pets your head before you leave the house one day, you beam up at him, apples of your cheeks rounded with how hard you're smiling. “Love you, daddy!” You chirp all too loudly, jaw dropping open a moment later at your own blunder. Then you skitter out the front door unnervingly like a deer with CWD.

Called it. Made a bet on it even. Leon takes fifty out of his savings account, owes it to himself. You looked awful upset, he sends you a message, tells you to be safe, text him when you meet your friends. You do. Somehow, even the message is clipped. Poor baby, you’re embarrassed. The colour had drained from his face when you said it. You’d noticed for sure.

You’re younger than him, much younger. Too many years younger. An age gap that makes his head spin. Leon tries not to dwell on it, but it gets real hard. Claire’s always down his throat about it. When you go out in public together, he’ll sneak a hand in your back pocket and get stared down by every passer-by. He’s been asked if he’s your dad before. Blow to his ego. Considered botox and filler for the entirety of the following week. Certainly not your dad, possibly your daddy. Now you’ve cemented that in place - you want Leon to be your daddy, and he’ll fill those shoes.

Even if it leaves a bad taste on his tongue, even if it makes his skin crawl. Leon is willing to lay down his life for you half of the time, best thing that ever happened to him, so what harm is a little DDLG gonna do? He just needs to get comfortable with it, refamiliarise himself with all the lingo. How hard could it be? The guilt? He can get over it, even if it clings to him like a festering scab.

When you come back home it’s late, he barely hears your footsteps. You’ve learnt how to make yourself scarce when returning on late nights, Leon’s a light sleeper. A jumpy one at that. He smells jasmine when you pull back the covers, the mattress dips and he turns to face you.

“Fuck!” You gasp, brows pinched together, he runs his thumb over the divot that’s formed between them. “You scared me, Leon.”

“Not that ugly am I?” He juts his bottom lip out, it pulls a laugh out of you, and that makes him smile. You were emanating gloom and doom the second you stepped into the bedroom. Clear skies now.

“Never, you’re sooo handsome.” You kiss the tip of his nose, smear pink Vaseline on it.

“You know just what I wanna hear, don’t you, baby?” Apart from daddy. He’d make the joke, but you’d likely flip out. Leon shuts his mouth. He’s gotten better at doing that lately. Must be the effect you’ve had on him. “Baby?”

“Yes?”

“About today—“

“Leon.” It’s a warning.

“Baby.”

“Leon.” Clearly you want to brush it under the rug. “It was just a slip-up, I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, so can we just drop it?” Uh, woah, someone’s defensive.

“Baby, it didn’t make me uncomfortable,” Leon strokes your cheek, his cold hands warmed by the heat of your dewy skin. It made him mildly uncomfortable. That’s ‘cause he grapples with all these I’m a dirty old man that deserves to be crucified, Claire’s right I’m a fucking cradlerobber, I should let her go, I’ll be dead by the time she’s ready to get married thoughts. You’re this pretty young thing and it makes him tremendously nervous.

“I saw your face, Leon, I’m not stupid.” You’re getting huffy now, fluffing the pillows and turning away from him.

“Babe, I was just surprised, pinky promise.” Leon sticks his pinky finger into your line of sight, there’s silence, then the sheets ruffle and you’ve lifted your hand, shorter pinky wrapping around his.

“Like, pinky swear, Leon?” You sound so small, so scared, his heart aches.

“Baby,” he coos, “light of my life, angel, apple of my fuckin’ eye, sugar, dollface,” you hang onto every word, eyes getting bigger and wider by the second, “I knew the minute you showed me those Sylvanian Families.” You smack his chest and he laughs in your face.

“You’re an asshole and I hate you so much.” When he touches your cheek again, you’re burning up, he places a kiss behind your ear. “Stupid old man.”

“C’mon, baby, you think I’m dumb? You gave them names.” The Persian Cat triplets are named Serena, Nate and Blair. From Gossip Girl of course, he didn’t know what that was. Tedious is his review. Leon thought Henry, Tommy and Jimmy were more fitting names. You didn’t understand the reference. “You buy ‘em little plates and forks and cups, they’re living better than us, baby.” And that’s a fact. You splurged on a Red Roof Country House. Far nicer than his apartment, once empty, now filled with junk like that. No, it’s not junk, it’s his baby’s stuff, trinkets that make her happy.

“What if I just liked them?” You’re glaring at him, cutely of course, everything you do is saccharine.

“Just adds up, don’t it?” Leon gives you a big, wet kiss on your pouty lips. Tastes roses. Literally. He just swallowed a bunch of pink Vaseline. “What I wanted to say ‘fore you got all pissy on me,” he swallows the lump in his throat, fuck it, how bad could it go, he’s just making his favourite girl happy, “I don’t mind tryin’ it out.”

Rules are implemented the following morning, albeit loosely. Leon doesn’t have a lot of control over things, the DSO has jurisdiction over him, got him by the balls. And in turn, Leon’s just learnt how to take it like a good bitch. You handed him a pink glitter pen and a page from your Hello Kitty notebook. Asked him so sweetly to make a general set of rules, so you know how to be a good girl for daddy. Leon sprung a boner so fast he got nauseous. And that’s not even the sex part of this arrangement. He uses his black ballpoint pen, pink glitter isn’t his thing. Plus, it doesn’t show up on the paper.

You giggle when he hands them over to you; Leon’s ears flush pink. He’ll get better at it, swear. He wants to do well for you. Wants you to feel satisfied with his quote caregiving unquote.

It starts off slow, you hand him your toothbrush in the morning, Leon blinks at you in pure and utter befuddlement. You say Ah! like you would at the dentist and he gets it. Leon sits you on the closed lid of the toilet seat, making sure to get your molars, your canines, front teeth, and all the remaining ones. Five seconds each. Or he tries at least. You’re quite meticulous in this headspace, letting out a disgruntled noise when he fails to be precise.

Then you sit on the mat while he showers, like a puppy, didn’t even notice you were there until he opened the sliding door. “Hi there, babydoll.” Leon wraps a towel around his waist, “whatcha doin’ down there?”

“Waiting for daddy.” You tell him plainly, then trail after him as he gets ready. Right. He’s gotta pick out your clothes. What if you don’t like them? You’re so fussy with your style, spend hours tossing piece after piece out of the wardrobe, stomp your feet when the blouse you wanted to wear is in the laundry. Right now, you’re totally placid, lifting your arms when he asks as he puts you in a ribbed pink sweater and the frilly skirt you’re so fond of, knee high socks per usual, Mary Janes to finish it off. Oh. Yeah. This is bad. He’s in deep. You’re too cute. He thinks he wants to be your daddy forever.

“My dad’s been wanting to see you, Leon.” Ashley’s all grown up now, which makes him feel a bit sappy. Hypocritical really, he’s got a college girl back at home calling him daddy.

Dad… Daddy, I love you, when are you coming home?

Leon blinks to clear his mind, gives Ashley a plastic smile. “How’s he been?”

“Oh, you know how it is, he got a little sick over Halloween, but that guy, he’s always up and kicking.” Ashley brings a vanity out of her pocket, reapplies her lipstick. “Overall, he’s been good.”

Good girl, am I a good girl, daddy?

Jesus Christ, get a grip, man. “I’m glad, should take a rest that guy.”

“I know!” Ashley moves her plate to the side and lays out her entire makeup case on the table, picking out mascara. When he looks closely, her round mirror is printed with a vaguely familiar cartoon bunny. “He never listens, hasn’t been President for decades and he just works and works and works. That’s why you should call, tell him to take it easy.”

“What’s her name?” Leon frowns, jabs his thumb towards the compact.

“My Melody!” She answers, grinning at him with her pearly whites.

My Melody, Kitty, Keroppi, and Mimi, did you write that down, daddy? And there’s—

“Aren’t you too old for that, Ash?” Leon raises his brow, he’s not serious though, and she can tell.

“Hey, I liked Sanrio before it was cool in 2004, okay?” She tosses it all back in her clutch. Ashley’s too nice, if it were Claire she’d bite back with Aren’t you too old for your girlfriend, loser? And that would shut him up. “It was nice seeing you, Leon, I wanna meet your girlfriend next time, she seems sweet. And don’t forget to call dad, I’ll drop his number later.”

Call dad… Daddy? Daddy.

“Leon, don’t you think Chris looks like our dad?” Claire’s hijacked the DSO break room once again, she’s in town for some TerraSave presentation thingy. He wasn’t listening. Eyes glassed over as he gazes endlessly at her phone screen.

Dad. Dada. Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy.

“Huh?” Leon says dumbly.

Claire levels him with her stare. “You’ve been out of it today, what’s up?”

“Nothing.” He shrugs nonchalantly, wipes his clammy palms on his jeans. “Just didn’t sleep well.”

“Uh huh.” Claire’s not convinced. Shit. She totally knows. She sees right through you, Leon. She knows what dirty shit you’ve been up to, can see the shame on your face, and she’s building her case against you. “Anyway,” she begins, voice holding onto it’s suspicious edge, “I was saying, I found this photo album of our parents, doesn’t Chris look so much like dad?”

Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Fuck. He needs a lobotomy. Stat. This is taking over his fucking life. A sizable chunk of his brain was removed in his sleep, and it’s been replaced by pink mushy goo. Different to the pinkish brain matter that resides inside one’s head. More a glittery pink goop that morphs into the shape of you. You’re jumping around in there, sliding down the sulci and fissures in his brain, lodging yourself deep in his mind. Making it your playground.

“You’re fucking impossible to talk to, Leon. You know that?” What’d you say Claire? He can’t hear you over the impossibly disgusting, perverted thoughts running through his mind.

The second he gets home, Leon is on you. Face between your tits, knee keeping your thighs open, kissing you breathless. “Daddy!” You giggle, delighted by the wave of affection.

“Babydoll,” Leon rubs his stubble against your cheeks to hear you squeal, “Daddy missed you so much.”

“I missed daddy sooo much too!”

“Oh, yeah? How much did you miss daddy?”

You stretch your arms as wide as they go. “This much, daddy!” Fuck. Holy fucking shit. He needs to start going to weekly mass again.

“Yeah?” Leon peppers kisses all over your little face, forehead to your neck, “what’d ya get up to?”

“Mmm,” you hum, tapping a finger against your lip thoughtfully, “coloured, ate ‘n got sleepy, daddy.”

“What an eventful day that is, baby.” Leon kisses your nose. “You colour something for daddy?” He needs to put his dick in you before he explodes.

“Mhm,” your lashes flutter when he sneaks a hand up your loose sweater, hanging off your shoulders, swallowing you up, “I put it in daddy’s office…” Your breath hitches when he rolls your pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Daddy’s gonna hang it on the fridge tonight then.” Leon mumbles, too busy shoving his naughty hand down your pyjama shorts, cupping your mound. Your fingers tremble as you lift the hem of your sweater, baring your tits for him, he takes your nipple into his mouth. Bites down to hear you gasp. Latches on like a damn baby, groping the other tit roughly.

“Daddy,” you whimper, and the sound alone makes his dick twitch. Leon pulls off with a pop, spit dripping down his chin.

“I know, baby,” Leon coos, “daddy’s gonna take care of you.” Dirty old man! blares Claire’s voice in the back of his mind. Leon can’t find it in himself to care. Watch this, bitch. “You want daddy to play with your princess parts, babydoll?” You heard that right, princess parts. He’s been sucked in that deep.

You nod, brows pinched together as you bunch up the sheets in your curled fists. Leon clicks his tongue, presses a kiss below your belly button. “Words, baby.” He reminds you, his tone delicate, only lightly chiding.

“Need daddy… need him to play with me,” it’s barely a mumble, but Leon takes it. He knows how jumbled your head gets in this mindset. Poor baby, play with your clit and it turns you all stupid.

Leon gets to work. He’s been waiting for it all day, to get his mouth on this perfect cunt. He spreads you out, urges you to go wider, as far as you can. Licks over the fabric of your cotton panties, his nose nestled against your swollen clit, sucking on the wet patch on the gusset. The constant nudge of his nose against your clit is making you antsy, your chest rises and falls, your fingers itch to tug at his hair, but you’re an obedient girl so you keep them down by your sides. Clutch at the sheets till your nails break.

He continues to lick and suck at your leaky centre through the fabric for an eternity. You have your complaints, but you can’t say no to daddy. That’s, like, against the rules. So Leon has his fun, maybe a little too much fun. You let out a strained noise, and enough is enough, you’re being so good for him, so patient. His little girl deserves a treat. Once you’ve creamed your panties that is.

“God,” you toss your head back and melt when his tongue flattens over your bare folds, he’d thrown your panties into the laundry basket a minute prior, good aim.

“Hey, give me some credit, baby,” Leon takes a break from tongueing you down, “God’s not doing shit down here, it’s all your daddy.”

That makes you giggle. Then you call out daddy so sweetly his brain blanks. He spits on your sticky core, you’re wet enough, but Leon likes it sloppy, wants to feel your mess dripping down his chin. His teeth scrape your clit, pulls the hood back, kitten licks it, kisses it three times for good luck.

“Don’t cover your mouth, baby,” Leon places a big hand on your hip, holds you in place, “Daddy didn’t say you could do that.”

“Sorry… ‘M sorry, daddy,” you whine, the hand once clasped over your mouth falling limp, and you’re moaning like a fucking pornstar. He can’t handle it. That word does something to him, something evil and degenerate.

He pushes your cushiony lips together, pinches your clit when it sticks out, makes the nastiest sounds known to mankind. Messy eater. Schlurping, schmacking, gulping. What he’s gulping down? God knows. Two fingers slip into you, knuckle-deep, wriggle around, scissor you open, his palm mashed into your clit. Leon’s face is resting on your plush thigh, admiring his own handiwork. Your slick cunt, drooling all down his wrist, covered his face in it, now you're cumming in messy spurts.

“Atta girl,” Leon croons, lays it on thick with the praise ‘cause he knows you get shy about this, “that’s right, dollface, just let it all out for, daddy, huh?”

Panting, you curl into yourself, kick your legs a little when his nimble fingers find your sticky clit, he can feel you throbbing. “No more, daddy.” You beg, rubbed raw from the back-to-back orgasms.

“Too much, baby?” Leon’s hand comes to cop a feel, his nose pressing into the nape of your neck. “Can you get daddy off?”

The energy seems to zap back into you within an instant. You nod, head bobbing up and down like it should be doing on his dick. You love having your mouth full, keep his cock down your throat till you go numb. Suckle on it with pride and integrity. You gaze up at him with those eyes, heart-shaped pupils and all, blowjob eyes.

“How’d you want daddy?” Leon asks, you roll over, laying flat on your back, you want him like that? Alright, naughty girl. With your head between his meaty thighs, Leon guides his weeping tip past your swollen lips, you lap at the slit, collecting droplets of his precum on your tongue.

“Shit,” Leon gets out through gritted teeth, covers it with a cough, he shouldn’t really be saying bad words, not setting a good example for his baby. The suction is crazy, feels like he stuck his dick into the tube of a vacuum cleaner. Your cheeks hollow out as he thrusts his hips forwards, tip hitting the back of your throat, making you gag each time. Still take it like a champ though. You always do, his good fucking girl. “Doin’ so damn well, baby, makin’ daddy cum.”

Your little hand comes to rest on his abdomen, Leon eases up, lets his fat cock slip out of your mouth, he thinks you’ve had enough, but you go for his balls instead. Open your mouth wide as you try to fit ‘em in your mouth. “No chance, baby.” Leon smiles, patting your head, you lick along the seam and his dick is fucking throbbing. Hail fucking Mary. “Not gonna last, babydoll, can daddy fuck you now or ya need a break?”

You nod, he raises a brow, “No, daddy, I’m fine, daddy. Need daddy in me so bad.” You croak out, throat sore from the time spent with his cock lodged in your windpipe.

That makes him groan. The non-explicit dirty talk is fuckin’ weird, turns him on in ways he can’t explain. He loves when you avoid saying the word pussy, can’t say cock, makes it sound even dirtier. Maybe it’s the control aspect. You can’t say those words ‘cause daddy said so, ‘cause Leon said so.

His dick jumps the second he tries to slide in, bumps against your sensitive clit, shit, that hasn’t happened since he was twenty. Leon grabs your ankles, kisses one before he throws them over his shoulders, uses one hand to guide his dick to your sloppy hole and the other is intertwined with your smaller one. Tender, sappy, sweet. Oh, don’t make him tear up, princess. With age he’s softened up. For you Leon has softened up. Brought back part of who he was before it all went wrong.

“My pretty girl,” he pets your cheek like he does the neighbour’s well-fed cat, and you lean into it all the same. He fills you up so well. No matter how much Leon plays with your pussy, there’s always a stretch, and he can tell by the look on your face. Nose scrunching, lips parting, letting out a sharp breath as the weight of his cock knocks against your cervix. “All done, baby.” Leon tells you, and you open your eyes, sit up on your elbows to see where the two of you meet in a sticky, squelching embrace. “Well done, baby, you’re such a big girl, takin’ all of daddy, aren’t you?” Leon presses his hand down on your lower tummy, his cock angles upwards so he can hit that spongy spot deep inside, the one that makes you sob. “Is it there?”

The cry you let out is the confirmation he needs. He bullies his cock into you, fucks you rough ‘cause he loves you. Making love is for mornings, when you’re sleepy and pliant, nasty fucking is for after work. When he’s pent up, when you’ve been on his mind all day. Leon pulls out, only his tip keeping your cunt spread open, then he slams back in, and you begin to sniffle, squeezing his hand so tight you cut off his blood circulation.

“Daddy,” You drop his hand, nails clawing down his back, his lonely hand suffering from a severe case of pins and needles, “daddy, daddy, daddy— oh, daddy!” It’s the only thing you can say. Stuffed your cunt and your head is full of him too. Leon adores you. Prettiest girl in the whole world and you’re here speared on his cock. Dexterous fingers find your clit once more, helping you reach the edge.

“You can do it, baby, don’t worry, daddy’s here.” Leon dips his head down, kisses you and swallows up your sounds, stringy spit keeping the two of you connected. Red string of fate or whatever. “Daddy’s right here, daddy loves you.”

All it took was the L word, and you’re squirting. Pushing his cock out, dripping down his heavy balls, digging your nails into his back, chanting daddy like your life depends on it. And Leon can’t take it, he’s been ready to bust the second he got home, his stomach contracts, spills his seed into your wet cunt. Messy just how he likes it.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Leon lets his full weight drop on top of you.

You grunt softly, “Heavy, daddy.”

“Yeah, I know, gimme a second.” Leon grumbles, teeth tugging on your earlobe. “How’d you rate me? Five stars? Ten out of ten?”

You yawn into his hair, “Stop bein’ silly, daddy.”

[leqonsluv3r]

bf!leon kennedy

—re2!leon kennedy x soft!croquet reader, a headcanon list

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bf!leon kennedy who is shy still when you guys kiss in public but he loves to hold your hand. he’ll do anything with you or for you, even if PDA makes him nervous.

bf!leon kennedy who always takes you out, knowing you’ll wear something pretty and pink. so you but also so beautiful everytime he takes you out. he secretly asks you to go out because he knows you’ll get all dolled up, enjoying looking at you because your his.

bf!leon kennedy who always drives even though you have your license. he loves how your the passenger princess, letting him gladly chauffeur you with his hand on your leg and one on the wheel.

bf!leon kennedy who always buys you whatever you want, no matter how stupid or how frilly it is. your style is beyond his comprehension but he adores it. he’ll gladly spoil you, have it be perfume, makeup, even those stupid squishys that cover your bed.

bf!leon kennedy who kisses you like your something delicate, eating you like the pastry’s you love so much. nothing could be sweeter then your lips and he’s definitely convinced of that.

bf!leon kennedy who is always touching you in some shape or form. his hand on your lower back, hand in yours or his hands wrapped around your waist. he’s very touchy, not that you mind. you love knowing that he’s very affectionate.

bf!leon kennedy who will sit with you on the couch in your frilly pink pjs and watch tv with you. the decor of your apartment matches you in every way, but he doesn’t mind sitting on the puffy pink couch and holding you in his arms while you talk enthusiastically about the tv show playing. he just loves being around you.

bf!leon kennedy, thinking your cute when you get all huffy and mad over something that frustrates you. he practically watches you get into tears over something so simple, deciding to put you out of your misery and help you with whatever your trying to do.

bf!leon kennedy, getting used to the ribbons in your hair almost everyday. enjoying being the one at the end of the day to take them out of your hair. you have one in every color or shade to match your different outfits and he adores watching you match.

bf!leon kennedy who kisses and caresses his thumbs over your cheeks when your upset, hating to see his gf so upset over anything at all.

bf!leon kennedy, gives you his jacket when your cold out in public, he doesn’t want you getting sick or catching a cold. even if it means he’ll freeze, he’ll sacrifice his warmth for your comfort any day.

bf!leon kennedy who buys you flowers for no special occasion at all. just brings them over to you and gladly watches you hug him and put them in a vase in your apartment. knowing when they dry out, you’ll keep them for whatever use you deem necessary. you would never get rid of the flowers even if they’re dead.

bf!leon kennedy who puts on your shoes for you, giving you the princess treatment your entire relationship. putting on your shoes and tying them, getting you water, brushing your hair, even rubbing your back if it hurts. you deserve it.

bf!leon kennedy who doesn’t pressure you for sex, decides to let you be the one to tell him when your ready. and eventually one day you let him, he’s so gentle at first but when you get comfortable, he gives you everything you ask for.

bf!leon kennedy, wiping away his release from your legs afterwards and giving you cuddles if you ask for them. knowing how vulnerable sex is for you. he kisses your head and wraps his bare body beneath your pink plushy duvet and holds you gently until you drift off to sleep.

bf!leon kennedy, helping you when your sore the day after. he knows it’s partially his doing and he doesn’t mind babying you. he gets you a heating pad, ice, water, a warm blanket or anything else you need so you don’t have to move or walk.

bf!leon kennedy who rubs your back and presses kisses to your skin and tells you he loves you every opportunity he gets. kisses you and caresses you like your the most precious thing ever. he loves you and you love him, to him that’s the best thing he could ever ask for.

an: bf!leon kennedy has been rotting my brain and i decided to write some headcanons bc why not. i think im gonna do them with all the different versions. you guys can request headcanons and blurbs, oneshots or whatever in my asks. i love you all, pls reblog and follow <33 kisses xx.

[alicerosejensen]

Together Forever Pt.1

Warning: Kidnapping, age difference, Leon!ID, affectionate nicknames, surveillance, forced cohabitation.

Synopsis: Working in D.S.O as an ordinary archivist did not promise to be too difficult. At least you didn't have to risk your life or supply the agents with information, you just took care of the valuable data received by the agents, putting everything in order. Everything would be fine… until someone decided that you needed protection from this fucking world full of zombies and other biological weapons.

Note: something like trial of the pen. I think there will be two or three parts, but this is the first time I'm writing something with a sequel (not counting those three texts about a Reader from college). I'm not sure it's going to be good, but I'll try. And yes, I don't approve of this shit in real life. Everything that is written here is strictly FICTION and you do not need to take it literally. If you have any triggers or dislike then skip it.

Part 2

Part 3

It was outrageously easy. Not that Leon thought that your forced "move" to him would be too difficult, but it was even easier than he imagined. His little archivist was still sleeping soundly in the backseat of his car under a strong dose of the drug so that you wouldn't resist when he drove you to his country house. It's okay, Leon just understands that you will need time to get used to your new good life, but he understood that it would be stressful. Therefore, your forced immersion in a sound sleep is just a precautionary measure so that you do not harm yourself by your own stupidity while he was putting you in an SUV. After all, you could have hit your head, cut yourself, or he could have accidentally bruised you when he stuffed you in, but he foresaw all this in advance and now his sweet girl is just sleeping while they go to the new house that Leon has already prepared.

But there will be no special consequences. Leon looks in the rearview mirror, which was specially lowered a little down so that he could observe your condition in case of anything, although there was no excitement. He just drove the car along an empty road, only occasionally there were cars driving straight back to the city. Outside there was only the forest and silence, but another hour of travel and he will settle you in a cozy warm house. A shared bedroom with warm blankets and soft pillows is already ready there. In the trunk he has three large boxes of boxes of your books that he collected in advance in the afternoon when you just left the apartment and some clothes for the first time, but Leon thought it needed to be washed, so it's okay that you sleep in his clothes…then he will buy you a lot of new things. In general, he will buy his baby whatever she wants…the thought made his lips lift in a slight smile.

He accurately calculated the dose of sleeping pills based on your weight, so the drug acted quickly but relatively safely. At least the feeling of nausea, dizziness and disorientation will haunt you for a while until the drug is removed from your body, but that's okay! Leon intended to look after you and take care of you until you finally come to your senses.

When the well-guarded and well-maintained with all the needs for housing finally appeared a few meters away, Leon turned off the engine as soon as he parked the car in the garage where, in addition to various tools with which he repaired his bike, there was also a collection of pistols. He opened the back door and carefully, like a porcelain vase, carefully carried it into the bedroom in his arms. Your head was leaning against his chest and while Leon was carrying you up the stairs, he could not resist the desire to kiss you at least on the forehead. Although it was uncomfortable, his lips touched only the top of your head, forcing you to squirm in his arms, causing an even bigger grin.

Leon opened the bedroom door, got to the bed in just a couple of steps, put you on the soft pillows and reached out to the bedside table, flicking his index finger on the small switch, turning on the lamp. A dim yellow light illuminated a small space, falling mostly on your placid sleeping face. Just like a real sleeping beauty… Leon stroked your cheek with his palm for some time, just admiring you and scrolling in his head how cruel this world is to such an innocent beauty. He saved Ashley, but for some reason she couldn't hook him like you, and Ada… well, it's interesting to solve this riddle woman for a while, but in the end the brain gets tired of the unsolvable task. He is a government agent and people with his profession value the usual stability more than anything else, for which they are ready to give all the money they earn. And you are his little archivist, who spent hours sitting in a dusty archive, sorting through folders with old reports and other documents. Even if you read something from this, you still don’t understand how dangerous it is outside, but he will protect you and you will love him. Necessarily.

However, now it was important for Leon to take care of his baby…

He wanted you to feel as little discomfort as possible after waking up, so getting up from the bed he found some old but clean things in the closet and going back to the bed began to change his little angel. Leon carefully unlaced and pulled your boots off your feet, placing them neatly next to you to put away later. Your jacket, skirt and even blouse followed by a bra. He could not help but hold an enthusiastic glance on your beautiful breasts, his palm gently slid over them, seeing how your nipples harden from the cold air soaring around the room and from this magnificent spectacle it became tight in his pants.

Your flawless appearance alone drove him crazy, causing an unbearable desire to undress himself and just lie down next to you, hugging, feeling your hands on his back. But he drove away the voluptuous obsession by taking his shirt in his hands, gently lifting your body to put your hands into the sleeves and fasten the top buttons, as if you were a doll that needed to be changed…who knows, maybe it will even become his favorite activity? In the end, somehow you got into the blood like smoke, penetrating deeper and deeper that it became impossible to get you out of his head.

Like a parasite, Las Plagas captured all thoughts without giving a single chance to escape, and if at first these feelings were frightening, then after watching you became an integral part of his life for six months. Leon convinced himself that he was taking care of you as he is now, laying you under a warm blanket with pillows so that you lay a little on your side if you suddenly start vomiting because of the drug and it's impossible not to touch your cheek with your lips at least once.

But you didn't wake up. And Leon still gave another kiss on the forehead, clasping your face with his hands, inhaling the fragrance of the desired body. His little songbird.

"You'll feel so good here with me. I promise."

He whispered and it was as if she heard something through a deep sleep, making him smile from the way your eyelids tremble in your sleep while he strokes you on the shoulder.

But while Leon left you to rest, going down to the first floor to unpack boxes of things and books that he took from your unsafe apartment. The door to the bedroom remained unlocked and even slightly ajar so that he could hear how you wake up.

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Of course, Leon never had a plan to kidnap anyone, but after all the traumatic events, some paranoia and … the horror that Jason was talking about begins.

As soon as the president's plane disappeared into the sky, Patrick talked incessantly about a pretty young archivist girl to whom he constantly turns up during breaks to treat coffee or a sweet bun to relieve boredom, but Leon always listened with half an ear when circumstances did not force him to go down to the archive and meet you there.

"Can I help?" your voice rang out among these endless folders with documents and boxes on dusty shelves from which his nose itched all the time. Leon tried to determine your location, but perfectly developed reflexes did everything for him when he abruptly turned around seeing you behind his back in a cute skirt, white blouse and jacket. From here, the alarm quickly subsided when he realized that there was no danger.

Perhaps he stared at you a little longer than he should, looking at every small detail on your face, forcing you to sigh impatiently and repeat your question. The agents rarely went down themselves, but mostly they just sent the archive a request and a deadline by which to provide the necessary information, often in digital form.

It was the first red flag and the first wave of feelings that came to him when you first met.

"So?…" you wanted to repeat the question for the third time, but he still spoke.

"Yeah…I need a report. Spain 2004. Los Illuminados" Memories rolled over him like an unpleasant wave, but you just nodded your head as you walked past him, carefully picking up a bunch of boxes, maneuvering between them so perfectly.

Leon only needed this report because of another outbreak in Africa. Not to him, but to his colleagues, however, it was faster to go down himself than to send a stupid request that is still unknown when they will see and process.

"I'm sorry for the mess, we have a little rearrangement and cleaning at the same time. What kind of report is needed? I'll look at the database" you stared at him with such cute eyes that he smiled at you, however, after taking a step, he stumbled over one of these damn boxes, after which you immediately flew up to him grabbing his forearm to help him get up. Not that he needed help, but it was nice.

"Are you hurt?" you asked quickly, to which Leon chuckled merrily. "God, I'm sorry, the last archivist made such a terrible mess here and they made me clean everything up alone. Do you need a Band-Aid?"

"No. It's all right, really, but it's nice of you," Leon dusted off his hands and you stared at his palms as if checking whether he really hurt himself. "But it's better to clean up everything here. It will be sad if such a cutie falls just like me"

You smiled at his compliment, not offended like the others. It touched his heart pleasantly.

"So what kind of report exactly is needed? I'll file it in a week."

"The Kennedy Report. The original." Leon said quickly, carefully catching the information on your face, however…nothing. Perhaps you haven't even touched it yet and haven't even heard anything about those events. Patrick said that you are very young and have only recently come here, so it would not be surprising.

"Okay, it will definitely take some time, but everything will be ideally as it should be. Is it urgent?"

"You have all the time in the world"

He doesn't remember how long it took before you finally pulled out a dusty folder from some box with other reports and handed it to him personally. It's funny that even when you found out that he is the same Kennedy, you practically did not react at all.

You dusted it off and sneezed yourself, so Leon could only hope you didn't have asthma or something. But something else was important because since then you have not left his thoughts.

Patrick told him about your favorite coffee and buns... More precisely, Leon himself saw that he constantly brings you to the archive during lunch. This helped him bond with you, so he started bringing you lunch and even helping with those huge heavy boxes. It's almost indecent that you weren't even given an assistant to put everything in order. And then soft unobtrusive touches began. Passing a cup of coffee, he could accidentally touch your fingers; you let him hold you by the waist as you walked down the stairs. It was easy for Leon to help you, and he even liked that you were like a little doll in his strong arms. It seemed like one careless move and he would accidentally break you.

At some point he was suddenly afraid that you might fall and get hurt or accidentally spill coffee on yourself or one of the many boxes would easily fall on you. There were so many dangers lurking at every corner and he could not always be there to save you. However, that didn't mean that he couldn't not take care of you. Unfortunately, you absolutely lacked care for your personal belongings, but Leon hacked your phone only for security reasons. In principle, there was nothing terrible, except for those moments when some narrow-minded friends invite his dear angel to some noisy clubs or meetings late at night. It wasn't good!

And Leon was most angry when you came home late at night, not worrying about what kind of bastards might harm you. God, you literally put your own life at risk, so of course he had to protect his beloved in every way possible, even if it meant locking you at home.

It was easy to find out the address, insurance number and other documents. D.S.O carefully checks all the details of the new employees, but fortunately everything was in order. And it didn't take much effort for Leon to find all the necessary information, although it took a lot of time to prepare for your forced move to him. Leon has fully equipped his country house, protecting all the sharp corners so that you don't hit. It bought a lot of soft pillows and warm blankets just for you, terry towels, favorite cosmetic products for skin care...Yes, breaking into your apartment also turned out to be a trivial matter. The problem was only that Leon was worried that you might be bored, so after looking at a bookshelf full of various books, he decided that it was worth taking them all with him along with the things from the closet. Well, your game console, too.

the preparation took about three weeks, considering that he also had some working moments that he could not ignore in any way. After all, he should be able to provide you with complete material well-being, because Leon intended to take care of his cute doll with all the love he was capable of. The only catch is that, despite the fact that you liked him, you always kept him at arm's length, just like Patrick, promising yourself no novels in the workplace. Especially with agents who can hurt your heart and soul for fun. That's why you refused Leon even a simple dinner, but this refusal only made him feel touched by you, showing how innocent you are, convincing him that, of course, you should be under his protection.

You thought he was nice and circumspect, but you, but how could you know that he hooked up a tracking device to your phone to know where you are always? Leon was a professional agent of the president himself, but he always looked after you in the car while you were walking to your house after work.

And yet you didn't let him get close to you. Therefore, when Leon realized that it would not work out in a good way, he moved to radical measures by preparing a syringe.

One move and grabbing you with one hand, closing your mouth in a dark alley not far from your own house. Frightened, you put up minimal resistance trying to hit the attacker in the groin and run away as far as possible, since the shoes were comfortable enough, but it was still a lost cause in advance

"Stop messing around, it's for your own good, sweetheart"

The frightened brain tried to do at least something to try to escape and escape, but what are the chances against it? It seemed to you that a steel grip completely squeezed you into a vice, cutting off oxygen and slowly plunging you into a thick abyss from which it was impossible to escape despite all the pathetic attempts to bite or hit opponent.

Being scared, you didn't even know who the voice belonged to. But it was because of your ridiculous floundering in an attempt to escape that Leon stuck a syringe in you, after which all the muscles seemed to turn to stone.

"Shh, everything will be fine sweetie." Leon turned you around to face him when consciousness was already leaving. "So go to sleep and be the good girl you always were. And I'll take care of you..."

Someone else's lips gently touched your face, once he easily picked you up in his arms, quickly laying you on the back seat of the car.

Everything is fast perfect fast clean and no witnesses.

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While you were resting on the top floor, Leon set up cameras in the house so that you could monitor your actions while he was not at home. Actually, he was thinking about a comfort zone like the one in the last apartment - a small cozy hanging chair, a cute fluffy white rug and a small table lamp with a coffee table where you could put a mug with a hot drink while reading a book or watching TV. He even figured out in his mind exactly where in the house it would be best to arrange while taking the boxes out of the trunk into the living room. The luggage wasn't too big, Leon decided a long time ago that he had more than enough money to buy everything for you himself, but it should take a couple of days before the drug he injected into you finally gets out of your body, so your things will lie in the next room for a while, which a little later, maybe in a year or two will become a nursery.

Leon looked into the bedroom again when he put all the boxes together, but you continued to sleep in the same position in which he left you. Smiling, he had a desire to take a break and drink coffee. In complete silence, only grasshoppers were chirping outside and a strong wind was making noise, as if foreshadowing bad weather, everything was quiet when he sat down on the sofa holding the remote control. It took no more than a couple of hours before something fell with a crash upstairs, forcing Leon to quickly jump to his feet and instantly run down the stairs, opening the bedroom door and seeing you on the floor trying to get back on your feet.

Poor bunny, but Leon will take care of you...

I'm a little burned out for writing, despite the fact that I have a lot of requests that I still want to answer. It's just that my psychological state does not allow me to make beautiful and smart sentences even in my native language, so I don't even know if I will finish this nonsense with yandere Leon. Reviews are welcome at least because they cheer up the author by showing that you care.

Of course I will publish something from time to time, but it will probably be at a long interval.

[gloriaregalisblood]

Angel for him

Warning: gentle reader; age difference; headcannons

Like a little girl who needs constant care. Leon's heart skips a couple of beats when he sees you looking like a little angel.

Somehow you reminded him of Ashley, although there were significant differences between you. Starting from appearance ending with character. But Leon finds himself unable to take his eyes off you.

You're like his princess while Leon himself associates himself with some villain who has his eye on you.

It's hard to have a casual conversation with you, but Leon finds a way to do it in the bookstore where you often go. Just strike up a casual conversation recommending you some kind of detective that you later buy.

Leon will unobtrusively ask about your name and shake your thin palm that looks so cute in his hand. His skin is a little rough and rough from the constant use of weapons, but yours is too tender.

He likes to accompany you home, because he is so calm that no one will harm you. Perhaps he will allow himself to touch your back when he says goodbye to you at the threshold of your apartment/house.

He will make compliments on purpose so that you will be embarrassed. He likes the blushing look of your face and the way you tuck a strand behind your ear, looking away after a compliment.

He's a real gentleman. He will not molest, say obscenities while you are just building a relationship, or strain you in any other way. Leon needs you to feel comfortable with him.

Small gifts in the form of souvenirs? Leone likes to see your smile on his face when he hands you the keychain he bought on his way home from a mission. Just a sign of attention to you on a weekday. Later it will be books, outfits, jewelry. Leon loves to give his angel gifts and feel how your hands close around his neck as a sign of gratitude.

The closer you get, the more he becomes attached to you. He likes to lie with you on the couch with the sound of the TV. He doesn't care what you're watching, whether it's a stupid show or a snotty melodrama. Leon will probably just take a quiet nap holding you in his arms.

He loves to bury his nose in your hair.

At night, he likes to hold your body to him. He has big problems with sleep since the days of Raccoon City, so he will just warm you up periodically by kissing your temple, cheek, neck or shoulder. Your serene sleeping appearance calms him down. Leon will sort through the strands of your hair while you sleep, glad that an angel like you paid attention to him.

Coffee or tea in bed? no problem

Leon likes it when you take his stuff. In fact, you look so cute in things that are too big for you. He just can't help but flirt with you.

This man just loves your hair. He will gently touch them constantly looking for different excuses: to do a head massage after a hard day; to help unravel a complicated hairstyle; a joint shower is what Leon loves most.

"My little angel", "Sweetheart", "Bunny", "Sexy", "Sweet girl" are the nicknames that he will call you and very rarely by name.

He has a difficult job that he hates to talk about. To return to your arms is like a blessing from above. Your concern for him puts him in order a little. Leon is even touched by how light and cute it has become in his apartment from all these souvenirs and soft blankets. It's like you filled his apartment with your warmth.

It follows that he will never be rude to you. Especially during sex. He will quickly study all your preferences and will be happy to experiment with your permission, but he knows on a subconscious level exactly what not to offer and what not to do if he wants to be with you.

All those pastel pajamas of yours make him smile. Of course, he knows that you have sexy underwear, but seeing you so homely causes him some hitherto forgotten feeling. It's a pretty nice feeling.

Do you have a decorative rabbit or an affectionate cat as a pet? Leon is not a big fan of pets, but he will allow you to take the pet with you when you move in with him.

However, he will have to pay more attention to ensure that your animals do not accidentally fall under his feet. Leon doesn't want to be the cause of your tears at all.

He's a fan of your cooking (if you know how to cook), if not, then it's not a problem for him. He's being paid too well to handle this little nuisance.

Do you have some kind of chronic disease? Leon will regularly take you to the doctor for examinations and buy you medications if you need them constantly. If you just accidentally picked up a cold or another illness, Leon becomes paranoid who will surround you with his care and a good doctor.

Most likely, he will be a little afraid of your age difference at first, but only because he is worried that you will feel uncomfortable with him. Leon doesn't have much free time and he is often not aware of current trends, but he is ready to listen to you when you tell him about something new and incomprehensible to him.

When he has a vacation, Leon will offer you to go somewhere with him. He does not mind lying all day both in the hotel room and in actively visiting all the excursions and facilities that interest you.

If you go somewhere together Leon always holds your hand. He will not show emotions, but he needs to know that everything is fine with you and you are not lost anywhere in the crowd.

Do you have any phobias? Leon is ready to protect you from any of your fears. Spiders, snakes, fear of heights or something else, but Leon is always ready to pick you up or just kill your fear (if it's an insect).

And comfort if it has brought you to tears for some reason.

You're his greatest asset, which he wants to protect from all the shit that comes across in his work. In his understanding, you are too pure and innocent to see this live, so Leon will never talk about his missions.

In fact, this guy dreams of a family and if you accidentally get pregnant, it will certainly scare him and make him worry, but he will not blame you for anything. In fact, he will do everything to protect you and the baby, and he is most likely the man who does not want you to have an abortion, at least without discussing it with him.

But in general, Leon is a supporter of safe sex.

He feels that he is responsible for you.

He is always on your side when it comes to any conflicts between you and a third party. Even if you are wrong. He will not allow you to insult or humiliate, but at home he will try to gently convey his point of view, which may not coincide with yours.

It will allow you to carry out beauty procedures on yourself. In fact, he likes it, he just doesn't talk about it and he will even remind you to put that white bandage on his head so as not to dirty his hair. It looks funny especially if he's waiting for one of your face masks to dry on his skin.

[nyxiswrites1200]

⛥𝑶𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒚⛥

Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFT, MDNI, Supernatural spoilers, Committed relationship, Mild confrontation, Mild argument, P in V, Makeup sex, Oral sex, Kisses, Pet Names, Multiple orgasms

Mentions: Early seasons Sam, Reader is feminine, Reader is mentioned to have gotten hurt in the past

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AN: Hello loves! This is in response to a request I got <;3 Hope you enjoy it, anon! Need Sammy to look at me like that ^ I'm gonna be working on another Sam post due to another request <3 and a Leon Kennedy one due to my recent poll results.

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Sam has been overprotective lately, more so than usual. He won't let you go on hunts. Only allowing you to stay at the motel and research things if you want. You barely snagged permission to do that much. Trying to address it only resulted in a stupid arguments, it was frustrating to say the least.

It was late into the night when you found yourself alone with Sam. He was flipping through some old book when you finally spoke up.

"Sammy..." you inquired softly to get his attention. Sam immediately turned his gaze up to meet yours. That usual soft puppy look in his eyes. "What is it, lovely?" he asked as he set his book down, sitting up on the bed with his elbows resting on his knees.

"What's been going on with you, Sam?" you asked, concern laced in your tone. He was always protective of you but not this protective. It worried you, especially knowing about his psychic dreams/visions.

Sam knew where this was going and he was starting to realize that he couldn't run from this conversation.

"Sweetheart I...I'm sorry but after that incident with the wendigo, I just can't-" he tries to explain as he runs a hand through his messy hair. "Sam, I know you were scared and that was awful but I'm fine. I understand-" your words stuttered to a stop when Sam interjected "No...no, lovely. You don't.." his voice was a bit more stern and it caught you off guard.

"After that happened...I kept having these nightmares. It ruined me because it made it too real. It made me realize that you're capable of getting hurt...or worse" he bounced his leg as he spoke. A little antic of his that you've noticed. Sam seemed to notice that he almost sounded like he was arguing with you.

"Sam, you can't-" he interjected again "No, don't say that. Don't you dare say I can't protect you from everything...because you know I will go through hell trying to." he said sternly. It made you feel guilty, he was going through all this turmoil ever since that incident; which was weeks ago at that.

Sam finally realizing maybe he wasn't approaching this the right way. He sighed as he got up and went over to you. He carefully cups your cheek as he kissed your forehead "I'm sorry...".

You look up at him as you sigh softly "No, I'm sorry, you should have told me. I didn't know that what happened was bothering you so much.". "No, lovely. I should have been honest instead of trying to just shelter you like some child...I mean, I hate when Dean does it to me" he lets out a chuckle with his signature smirk. You can't help but chuckle as well. I mean, how are you supposed to stay mad when he always has that soft look in his eyes?

"You're such an idiot" you chuckle as you lean in and kiss him sweetly. Sam smiles against your lips as he kisses you back. He wraps an arm firmly around your waist as his other hooks around the back of your neck. His thumb soothingly rubbing the side of your neck in an affectionate manner.

"I love you, sweetie..." He mumbled against your lips as he sighed in relief. He hated having tension with you. Unless it was sexual...

You were happy to have finally addressed this as well. Sam's hands worked down to the hem of your shirt, he paused for a second. Just to make sure this is what you wanted. Your response was to go and tug off his shirt, giving him the okay.

Sam tossed your shirt somewhere in the motel room as you did the same with his. Your hands are dragging up his muscular stomach. His are gripping your hips, highlighting the veins in his arms and hands. Sam pulled back from the kiss with a pant as he picked you up by your thighs.

You chuckle softly as he laid you back on the bed. He undoes the button on your jeans and tugs them off. Not wasting any time, he presses his thumb against your clothed clit and rubs at it.

You moan out as you try to grind up into his hand. "I'm sorry for arguing with you, darling..." He apologized softly but you could see that dominant glimmer in his eyes. He leaned down and pressed kisses along your throat. "Let me make it up to you..." He said softly as he kissed his way down your stomach. You let out a breathless 'yes', Sam smirks against your skin.

He kisses down your body, his hands following as they rub your sides and hips...then hook into your panties, pulling them down.

His hands wrap around your thighs, holding them firmly as he places a soft kiss into your clit. You don't hesitate to tighten your hand into his messy brown hair. "Sammy~" you moan needily. "Hmm? Too slow for you?" He teased with a smirk before burying his face against your cunt. His tongue lapping at your folds like he's starving. You moan out loudly, tugging at his hair as your thighs threaten to close but his hands keep them open.

"Good girl, baby" he mumbled against your pussy as he groaned. He buried his tongue inside you, his nose bumping against your clit.

"God- Sammy-" you felt that familiar pleasure building up as you let out a soft chuckle "Maybe we should argue more often". Sam smiled against your cunt as he looked up at you. "Fuck no, hate arguing with you sweetie" he mumbled softly.

One last suck to your clit and you toppled over the edge. A sinful moan leaving your lips as you arched into Sam.

Sam pulled away, he licked his lips that were covered in your slick. He soothingly rubbed your thighs as you came down from your high. He leaned down and kissed your lower stomach.

You looked down at him as you dragged your hand from his hair to his cheek. "Don't think I fully forgive you yet" you teased with a chuckle. Sam couldn't help but let out a small laugh as he stood up and unbuckled his belt. "Alright sweetie, I guess I need to work a little harder?" He tugged off his jeans, followed by his boxers. His hard cock perked up against his stomach, pre-cum leaking out of the tip.

You bit your bottom lip. You had a tendency to forget he was so big.

Sam carefully held your thighs as he rubbed his tip against your entrance for a moment. Then he slowly slipped his cock inside of you. A pathetic moan spilling from you as his tip kissed your cervix.

A groan leaving Sam as he felt your warm cunt tighten around him.

He leaned down, his chest pressing into yours, your thighs pressed up against you. He loved to get you into a mating press, looking at your expression as he fucked you deep.

You tug your hands into his hair as you moan out. You were so close that you both practically shared the same breaths.

"Good girl, you feel so damn good sweetheart..." He rasped as he grunted, feeling you tighten at his words "Fuck- Trying to be in my guts, Sammy?" You said breathlessly another whiny moan leaving you. Sam pressed a kiss to your lips as he fucked you harder.

The sinful sounds of his balls slapping against you and the wet squelch of your cunt around his dick.

"SamSammy- Gonna cum" you moaned as he sped up at hearing that "Go ahead, sweetie. Cum all over my cock, you deserve it."

At that, you came hard onto his dick. Sam's hips stuttered as you finished. He went to pull out, trying to be respectful but you weren't having it today. You hooked your tugged at his hair, pulling him in as you whined.

"No no- Inside, fuck I need it inside-" you stutter as Sam groans "Sweetie I-" you fuck yourself back onto his cock. "Fuck" he almost whimpered as he thrusted hard into you a few times before he came inside of your pussy.

You shivered in pleasure as you felt his cum spill into you.

Sam panted for a moment, his hands mindlessly rubbing your hips before he slowly pulled out. Some of his cum leaking out of you. His cock covered in your slick.

He laid his head against your chest, not putting all of his weight on you of course. "Am I forgiven?" He chuckles softly. You smile and gently rub the back of his head, playing in his hair. "Of course, baby"

Sam relaxed for a minute, just enjoying your affection. He then sat up as he kissed your cheek "Ready for a bath?"

[sovereignjojoz]

Jumping into Bucci gang’s arms (sequel to Bucci gang carrying? Kinda????)

Pairings: Bruno x reader, Fugo x reader, mista x reader, Abbacchio x reader

Warnings: Bizarrely short?

Bruno Bucciarati

don’t even worry, rest assured 99% of the time this man will catch you.

The 1% is for times where such actions are not appropriate.

He’s lean, tall, and muscular, meaning he most likely won’t stagger back or anything even if you jump into his arms with such force.

Doesn’t love nor hate it but he thinks it’s cute.

Particularly enjoys it when you’ve spent time away from each other or when you just want to be extra affectionate.

Thinks it’s cute when you throw your arms around his neck and jump into his arms.

Pannacotta Fugo

When you said “Fugo, catch me.” He didn’t take it literally, he shrugged thinking you were bluffing about jumping into his arms from such a steep height.

So when you actually did it, he reflexively stepped to the side.

And alas you crashed into the cold hard floor, you literally watched him realise his mistake in real time and grasp for air.

“[name], I’m so sorry! I thought you were kidding but more importantly your stupidity actually astounding.” He huffs.

If you’re an easy crier he’ll cup your cheeks and wipe your tears.

Will make it up to you by offering a SAFER repeat.

Leone Abbacchio

Oh my gosh

He already “hates” carrying you

And now you want to jump into his arms too…you are such a hinderance.

Leech onto him like a koala.

He probably will catch you honestly, but then drop you after.

Then he’ll snigger at your incredulous expression.

Mista

just for the lolz he’ll let you fall.

Then he’ll laugh at you as you look up at him from the floor, he might even take a picture too.

The pistols (not number 5 but especially number 3) may join in his laughter.

“Sorry babe, the opportunity was just too good.”

After though, he’ll pick you up and kiss your face after, you won’t be able to get out of his arms.

[alespov]

thinking about older neighbor Leon 18+

{ tw; jealous Leon, age gap! terrible boyfriend objects being thrown, and mention of Leon getting into a fight. gn! reader, use of nickname 'princess" }

-Leon the retired D.S.O agent in need of a purpose in life, but he doesn't want to enter the agent life again. So what does he do, he opens up a mechanic shop. In the middle of a small town.

-He moved to a small suburb where he met you. His younger neighbor who at the time was having car troubles, and he wasn't one to pry but it also seemed you were having relationship issues as well.

-When he wasn't busy on a Wednesday afternoon, he made time to fix your car, while he was fixing your car. After a while he regularly started doing maintenance for your car,he didn't want you to get taken advantage of by other car mechanics. Leon had your best interest in mind. Sometimes you brought him an array of beverages and homemade desserts, as a sign of your gratitude.

-As time went on, Leon made sure to help you with other tasks. For instance, he cleaned your pool, cleaned your gutters, or helped you rake your leaves. Tom wasn't going to help you do it, Leon didn't like Tom. He had always thought Tom was more concerned about his phone than his girlfriend.

-Tom would often complain about Leon helping you so much, that you hardly paid Tom any attention. Simply because he always wanted to start a fight, Tom wouldn't do any housework or be affectionate with you. One night Tom was complaining about everything, he started to yell at you and throw stuff around the house.

You and him started arguing louder and this finally caught Leon's attention. "What's your problem, all you do is hang around with that stupid blonde idiot other there." He yelled at you, trying to intimate you. "What's my problem? My problem is you wouldn't pay any mind to me, so stop treating me like an option or you'll see how many I have". you wailed

-Tom stormed out of the house quickly, and you fell to the floor sobbing, you did truly love Tom. As of right now, you weren't so sure, all you wanted was some attention. You felt comforting arms wrap themselves tightly around you and heard sweet-nothings being sung into your ear.

-"Don't pay him any mind, he doesn't deserve you." Leon mumbed into your ear. He took off his coat wrapped it around you snugly, and carried you to his house. He sat you down on the chair so he could open the door. He picked you back up carried you up the stairs placed you in his bed, and pulled his covers on you.

"Stay right here princess, I'll take care of Tom for you."

-You didn't look over at the clock, but at some point, you drifted off to sleep. Until you heard the birds chirping and Leon moving downstairs. You got up and walked quietly down the stairs and tried to find the kitchen or wherever Leon was.

-"Oh good, you're finally up." You turned to your right and Leon was sitting in on the couch. you giggled softly and made your way to him, you hugged him and held on for a bit. You felt his strong arms wrap around and pull you closer."

"Thank you for coming to my rescue." you mumbled to him.

-You let him go and noticed his hands, were bruised. You didn't ask about it, You already had an idea of what he did.

-After that night, Tom never bothered you again, Honestly you never saw him around town or anywhere. Time flew by and you Leon got closer and eventually began dating. You were happier in this relationship, Leon worshiped you. He made you sure you were loved, he made sure he listened to you.

-So yeah you were glad you fell for your older neighbor.

| also accepting requests for Leon and Wesker|

[kastelixa]

Instead of posting pointless callouts, use your brains.

tldr: some of yall need to learn what a fucking block button is

Genuinely what is so hard about pressing the block button? Like omg I promise no one cares about your fuckass callout posts or rants. Like some of these people are embarrassing as hell. If you get triggered by shit on the internet, it’s YOUR decision on wether or not you want to interact or block and move on with your life. Like brother, i’m not going to throw a fit and freak out over some post that just so happened to contain weird shit on it. You know what I do? I MOVE ON WITH MY LIFE. Because I got better shit to worry about than some random ass fic on tumblr.

You like ddlg? Cool. Doesn’t hurt me or anyone, I don’t care. You like incest? Good for you! You like noncon? Okay! Like do y’all see how easy it is to just smile and nod? Trust, policing what people post and enjoy, is not going to change shit. It’s just annoying as fuck. People pick and choose, because some of the shit you all consume wouldn’t be considered normal either, going by what you all say.

According to all of your logic, blood kinks, knife kinks, gun kinks, piss kinks, and etc. should not be normalized either. Murder shouldn’t be written about, especially gore. Which is fucking moronic, considering how RE is built on violence and gore. Please, learn how to separate fiction from reality.

Many people are fans of iconic slasher films and horror movies. Michael Myers is a rapist and a murderer. But guess what? No one CARES! Because he’s not REAL. I could go on with so much more examples, but you should get the point by now. Hopefully. Dark content is everywhere, why is it now that it’s weird? Makes no fucking sense.

I get that some of you don’t want your precious white boy’s image to be tainted or defamed or whatever, but trust, Leon Kennedy is not reading these fics nor would he care. ‘He’s not a rapist or into incest!’, well he also wouldn’t call you ‘sweetheart’ or whatever cheesy bs fluff fics contain nowadays. But that’s the whole point, isn’t it? It’s all OOC. We KNOW he’s not a horrible person or an incredibly affectionate lover, but people write whatever they want. And no one’s going to stop them! Not the posts clogging up the tags or the weird asks.

There’s so much more, but the main arguments that keep being repeated are ‘it’s weird’ and ‘if you write about it, you’re probably going to do it in real life’. That take is so fucking stupid I can’t help but laugh. Same bs as white moms claiming their son is going to shoot some place out just because he plays violent video games. The whole point? SEPARATE FICTION FROM REALITY. And if you don’t like something? IGNORE IT? Why are you willingly engaging like omg are you stupid or dumb.

OH AND. ‘kids could see this!’ When will you all learn that no matter what you do, you cannot control what a person sees or decides to interact with. Especially minors. I’m willing to bet half of a smut writers followers are minors. Guess what? People lie all the time, about their ages and whatever else. It’s the fucking internet, of course they do. It’s not the responsibility of the blog owner to take care of children. The most they could do is plaster a big fat MDNI on their blog, that’s it. It’s the job of the parents to control what their kid watches or consumes, and we can’t exactly help with that. So don’t pretend to gaf about minors like omg.

Anyways. I’m too lazy to continue writing like I just needed to say this because some of you are slow. Me and many others are going to continue to write whatever the fuck we want. In conclusion? Block if you don’t like it LMAO. I don’t care about what some rando has to say on the internet.

[lamprophonia]

》 [ yandere!Heir. ] 《

character intro. masterlist.

yan!heir x gn!reader: yandere alphabet. 3054 words. reader referred to as 'you'. cw for general yandere behavior — manipulation, abduction, etc.

DO NOT USE OR REPOST MY WRITING ANYWHERE.

☆ A IS FOR AFFECTION. how do they show their love and affection? how intense would it get?

leon is a pretty affectionate person, both as a friend and as a partner. he has money, and his main way of showing his affection is spending it on you. use his stuff, hang out at his place, come on trips with him, hell, just ask him for gifts; he'll do all of it and some more, because why should you only have one colorway? you deserve all of them, frankly.

it only gets more intense if the two of you actually get together. what's the point of having a partner if he can't spend daddy's money on them? this is when it goes past the point of 'you deserve more'.

you're getting more, whether you asked for it or not. every deluxe edition, every option, whatever. at this point, asking which one you want is formality; he's getting all of them and flowers on top. 'just because' gifts were already a thing when he was just your friend; now he has an excuse to gift you things constantly.

☆ B IS FOR BLOOD. how messy are they willing to get for their darling?

leon doesn't mind getting messy, not at all. he's been fixing 'problems' in your relationship for ages, after all; he doesn't care. he likes to avoid any bloodshed, and usually he's able to — bribery, manipulation, and gossip work just fine. it's not like he wants to do it, but it's for your own good, he thinks.

he knows best, after all.

if leon ever needs to kill someone — some particularly persistent pest getting in his way — he's willing to do so and has more than enough resources to get away with it. he'd still rather not get his own hands dirty; paying someone off would be the ideal way to take care of things.

even if he fucks something up — trusts the wrong person or fails to find anyone and has to do his own dirty work, it's not like his family would ever let the vidal heir go to jail.

☆ C IS FOR CRUELTY. how would they treat their darling once abducted? would they mock them?

ideally, leon would never have to abudct you; he'd be trying to get you to move in with him. he has the space, has the money, and you've known him for ages, so why not, right?

if he does have to abduct you, he won't be happy about it. he will do it with a mildly exasperated reluctance. can't you see he's just looking out for you? you can be so stupid sometimes. even then, he would never hurt or mock you; you'd be treated well, he has to keep up the idea that he's just doing what's best for you.

you'd get a room, good food, maybe even allowed to leave, with his supervision. just never permanently.

☆ D IS FOR DARLING. aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?

again, he'd probably not be super into the idea of abducting his darling; generally, forcing anything on you is not what leon wants. he would never disrespect consent, though, even if he's a manipulative bastard.

☆ E IS FOR EXPOSED. how much of their heart do they bare to their darling? how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

leon, since you two are childhood best friends, would be a pretty emotionally open person. hell, he would use that fact to his advantage if it comes to manipulating and guilt tripping you; you can't leave, that'd be cruel — you're the only real friend he has.

he wouldn't be willing to be open about the most unsavory things he does for you, though. once you get into a relationship, he'll admit he's had feelings for you for a while, but as far as he'll tell you, that's all there was to it. no bribery, no violence, no gaslighting or manipulation; what, are you crazy? he wouldn't hurt a fly.

☆ F IS FOR FIGHT. how would they feel if their darling fought back?

leon treats any resistance to his actions or suggestions as an unfortunate decision on your part. he loves you, but sometimes make such stupid choices. why can't you just see things his way?

oh well. he'll give a sigh and an eyeroll about it and pretend to give up. you don't wanna break up with your new partner just because leon thinks they're bad news? fine, it's your life. just don't be surprised if said significant other turns out to be a cheater, a liar, a horrible person, or just straight-up ghosts you out of nowhere a few weeks later.

don't worry, leon will be there to comfort you. he won't even say 'i told you so'. how gracious.

☆ G IS FOR GAME. is this a game to them? how much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

again, leon just thinks of any resistance as... bad decision-making on your part. a small, mildly annoying quirk of your personality, if anything. he might see it as amusing, at times, but his amusement is short-lived and usually turns into quiet exasperation.

☆ H IS FOR HELL. what would be their darling's worst experience with them?

probably the dependence that leon will be trying his best to instill within the relationship. you want to leave? fine, darling, go on. see how great things are without him.

have fun without the financial support, him paying for anything you asked — and sometimes didn't ask — for. bet it's a good time when all of your other friends start to mysteriously cut you off, while professors and bosses suddenly become much less lenient than before with no explanation.

it's alright, though. leon will be waiting with open arms for when you eventually come crawling back, ready to hold you close all over again. he never wanted it to come to this, all the bribery completely isolating you took; but it was worth it, getting to click his tongue and croon at you soothingly.

it's not your fault, after all, he knows that sometimes you just... get irrational. it's okay, he's still here for you. he knows you need him. and now, you know that too, don't you?

☆ I IS FOR IDEALS. what kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

leon, at the core of his obsession, wants to be the most important person in your life, as you are in his. he's content with a platonic relationship, even as you two grow — although, that doesn't mean he's content with any potential spouse of yours taking that number one spot from him.

romantically, leon definitely would want the two of you married at some point. he's patient, and he'll wait, but he really does want to provide for you, give you the life that you deserve. being the sole breadwinner in a stereotypical, white picket fence family doesn't sound too bad for him, but he's flexible and willing to adjust to your wants and needs. the only thing he's dead set on is you with a ring on your finger.

platonic or romantic, either way, leon wants you to be dependent on him, as mentioned; he's ready to pay your rent, tuition, bills, whatever. hell, come live with him — he'll be ecstatic. he wants to prove that you don't, and never will, need anyone other than him.

☆ J IS FOR JEALOUSY. do they get jealous? do they lash out or find a way to cope?

leon's default state towards any of your other friends is either jealousy or mild amusement, depending on whether he considers them enough of a threat.

the non-threatening ones he treats with a small, patronizing smile; you and your little friends. he's willing to let you indulge like that; after all, he knows random acquaintances, and classmates or coworkers won't ever compare to him. it's almost endearing to look at for him — you, the picture of perfection, mingling with people he perceives as nothing but worms beneath your feet.

the problem starts when those worms become pests, actually growing close enough with you to become a threat. this is where leon's jealous side shines, sparkles, and glows — he despises the idea that anyone even thinks they're good enough for you to be that close with. that's for him, and him only.

i don't know whether you'd consider systematically removing them from your life via means of manipulation and bribery to be lashing out or a coping mechanism; but that's what leon does, and he certainly doesn't shy away from it.

☆ K IS FOR KISSES. how do they act around or with their darling?

shameless favoritism. you're the favorite of all of his friends, and he doesn't hesitate to show that fact to you and everyone else around. adores spoiling you, both within a platonic and romantic relationship.

he wants everyone to see how great, how amazing, how perfect you are; and how he's the only one who gets to be this close to you. shows you off as the guest of honor, the person of the hour, the love of his life, always with a hand on your shoulder, around your waist, keeping you close somehow.

all of this helps, of course, with leon's more manipulative tendencies. don't you see how great he is to you? how great he is for you? he's happy to pull some strings and use his family's resources and connections to help you break into whatever industry you choose, to get you the best possible opportunities and anything else you need.

just as long as you stay by his side, leon will keep doing what he loves to do: treating you the way you deserve to be treated.

☆ L IS FOR LOVE LETTERS. how would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

leon's method of 'courting' is slowly but surely making you fall in love with him, making you believe that he is the best choice available. his ideal scenario would be you confessing to him, not the other way around; but if he can't make that happen, he'll simply wait until he's sure you'll say yes, at which point he will do so very casually. he's a patient man.

after that point, all of his usual 'friendly' behavior just ramps up in intensity. if you thought he was spoiling you before, get ready; you haven't seen anything yet. 'just because' gifts go from something he does maybe three or four times a year to a twice-a-month occurrence, flowers, if you're into those — this is his time to shine, to show you that he knows you best. that he is the best choice there ever was.

if you don't ever confess, or he reads the moment wrong and you do end up saying no, he will be very nonchalant about it. he's fine with staying as your best friend, his obsession was set in stone long before he developed romantic feelings for you; you'll just have to bear in mind the fact he still expects to be the number one person in your life, whether you end up getting a spouse or not.

☆ M IS FOR MASK. are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

yes.

leon externally is a confident, popular, overall upstanding guy. bit arrogant, maybe a bit spoiled, too, at times, sure, but hey, he's only human. he's known as a social, fun guy who just enjoys throwing giant parties and blowing some cash on a fun weekend. nothing wrong with that, right?

internally, leon is so, so much more egotistical than anyone could ever suspect. he has some kind of god complex, seeing people as just inherently beneath him. rich kid syndrome hit him hard, except he also has enough social awareness to realize letting others know he sees them as worms or pests is not exactly a great idea.

the only person exempt from this way of being perceived by him is you, of course — you're the only person he considers his equal; unfortunately, that leads to his obsession, thinking no one else is good enough for you.

☆ N IS FOR NAUGHTY. how would they punish their darling?

leon is never super keen on doing anything unkind to you, but he will do it, however reluctantly. it's for your own good, he decides whenever he is faced with the unfortunate necessity of manipulating you to keep you by his side.

the only outright punishment he would ever dull out is withdrawal; he wants you to need him, to lean on him for support, and if you try to leave, he won't hesitate to pull the rug out from under you, to show you just how good he makes life for you.

☆ O IS FOR OPPRESSION. how many rights would they take away from their darling?

ideally, none. he doesn't want to do anything to hurt or restrict you. he already doesn't like manipulating you, even though he's willing to do so guilt-free to anyone else. any rules leon wants to enforce with you, he is much more keen on doing so subtly; move in with him so you can leave that shitty job he knows you hate; and hey, since you're roommates now, obviously he wants to know what you're up to during the day. that's just, like, good manners.

☆ P IS FOR PATIENCE. how patient are they with their darling?

to a fault. leon has a near unlimited amount of patience for any 'misbehavior' before he does something drastic like abducting you. the only real punishment he is willing to give is cutting you off financially, as mentioned above; still, even that is only ever done with the intention of making you come back to him.

☆ Q IS FOR QUIT. if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

no.

if you manage to leave, there is nothing you could do to stop him from coming after you. he will keep going after you until the ends of the earth, trying to convince you to come back. he has practically unlimited resources and is absolutely willing to use them on you; whether that means spoiling you or never letting you out of his grasp.

i think this is genuinely the only scenario where leon might abduct his darling. if you actually manage to keep running for long enough, his patience will eventually wear thin until he just can't help himself but bring you back home.

permanently, this time.

let's hope you had your fun while you were away, because now, he is not leaving your side ever again.

now, death is a bit of a different story. it's not exactly something leon can throw money at until it fixes itself, which is his usual method of dealing with problems. this is the only situation in which he would be forced to move on; he would find others to fill that void that you left, but ultimately, they'd still never compare to you.

☆ R IS FOR REGRET. would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? would they ever let their darling go?

yes and no. leon doesn't ever want it to get to that point in the first place. it'll take a lot to get him to actually forcefully abduct you, and he will certainly feel bad about it. unfortunately, he has experience doing things he feels bad about for you, so brushing that guilt away with 'it's for their own good' is almost too easy.

he wouldn't let you go, though. if it actually gets bad enough to the point of having to abduct you, leon will not be leaving your side. consider yourselves cuffed together; hell, he might actually do just that. you're staying with him, darling — he will break you before he lets you go.

☆ S IS FOR STIGMA. what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

family and childhood. leon's family is not exactly the 'family of yanderes' trope you'd have in mind, he wasn't ever told about anything to do with his little lovesickness outright, but his parents definitely encourage it — they won't let him get in trouble, they will absolutely let him blow ridiculous amounts of cash on you, and generally be supportive of whatever drastic measures he decides he needs to take.

as for childhood, that's just when his obsession started, and it's been steadily growing ever since. because of that, there is no way in hell you will ever make leon see that any of his behaviors aren't normal: he just wants the best for his closest friend! isn't that how friendship is supposed to work?

☆ T IS FOR TEARS. how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

generally, his first reaction will just be to hug you and not let you go until you've calmed down. he's pretty strong, which helps if you're angry and not sad — especially at him, yikes. he wants to know what happened and take care of the issue for you, but he'll make sure you're not screaming and crying before he asks.

isolating yourself isn't really different. leon will find you if you're not showing up to your work, your classes, and not responding to him. he'll just waltz on over to your place and stay there for as long as he needs until you talk to him about what's wrong.

his reaction isn't really different if you're upset because of him or while 'in his care'. he will still try to calm you down via physical contact first, then talk; although this time it's less him asking what's wrong, and more trying to convince you that whatever he did, he was just looking out for you.

☆ U IS FOR UNIQUE. would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

leon is a pretty soft yandere, much more on the manipulative/delusional side. doesn't like to use brute force and will actively try to avoid doing so.

☆ V IS FOR VICE. what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

probably leon's guilt. if you play your cards right and look miserable enough once abducted, he might be forced to give into your demands. good luck with that, though; you'll still have to get through the near impenetrable wall of justifications for his behavior he's built up over the years, and that will not be an easy task.

☆ W IS FOR WIT'S END. would they ever hurt their darling?

no.

at least, not physically, i guess? if you haven't caught on yet, leon's a pretty manipulative person. still, he doesn't want to hurt your feelings until he deems it necessary.

☆ X IS FOR XOANON. how much would they revere or worship their darling? to what length would they go to win their darling over?

leon has a bit of a god complex, and you are the only person exempt from being seen as less than dirt beneath his feet. he sees you as an equal — which, in his case, means perfection personified.

leon will go as far as he needs in order to win you over, throwing gifts and lavish vacations at you and giving you enough affection to smother you and then some. he'd enjoy both a very willing darling as well as one that plays a bit hard to get — as long as you ultimately give in, he's willing to take on the challenge and try to find the perfect gifts to make you swoon.

☆ Y IS FOR YEARN. how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

depends on what you'd consider snapping.

if snapping means killing someone for his darling, he will probably try all of his other tricks first, but he considers murder just another part of his arsenal. all is fair in love and war, or some shit; whatever. if someone's particularly persistent with their attempts to take you from him, he won't hesitate.

if snapping means abduction, then he'll put it off as much as he can and will only do so as a last resort. he really hopes it will never come to having to force you to stay by his side. he'll do it, but with a heavy heart.

☆ Z IS FOR ZENITH. would they ever break their darling?

leon hopes you'll just play along with all of his advances, but ultimately, he might just have to break his darling down, no matter guilty he will feel and how he will have to justify it to himself. it's all for your own good, after all; he'll be there to pick up the pieces, to rebuild you. with you by his side, all will be right in the world again.

[appleinyoureye]

JJBA p.1 │ The Tongue of My Love Takes Many Forms

Summary: love language headcanons! what they have to offer and how to make their knees weak!

Fandom: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Characters: Leone Abbacchio, Bruno Bucciarati, Pannacotta Fugo

Word Count: 629

Type: headcanons

part two

Abbacchio

Giving: acts of service, gift giving

He’s a man who isn’t very affectionate on the inside, but wants to do everything and more for the one he loves. Will make you breakfast before he has to go out on a mission and leave it on your nightstand without a note. It’s too embarrassing for him (even though he has written it, but it lays on the bottom of his pocket) to show that much affection. He will also give you random gifts he’s collected on a business trip.

Receiving: words of affirmation, physical touch

Because he’s so insecure about his soft side you have to bring it out in him! Compliment Abba on every single occasion you notice, and more! Create them! Make him flustered! Trail his scars while staring in his eyes and murmuring how beautiful they are! (but be careful with PDA, cause there’s a really thin line between ahh, they’re too adorable, why are they complimenting me so much and they’re ruining my image in front of the colleagues!) 

Bruno

Giving: words of affirmation, physical touch

Bruno will make sure that you know how much you mean to him and how much he loves you. Compliments, reassuring sentences you haven’t even known you need, and soft smooches on every part of your body you’re insecure about (and if you don’t feel okay with a part of your personality/anything going on inside your brain, he’ll kiss your forehead!) 

Receiving: quality time, acts of service

Even though he has a really tight schedule, he loves it when you find time to waste with him. Because he’s so busy, Bruno adores moments when the two of you can be alone with each other; glances and words, glasses of wine (or any other drink you like!) and quiet music in the background. And if so it happens that you have prepared food for him – cooked Bucci’s favorite meal ‘cause you’ve remembered when he told you that no one can make it taste that delicious – he may think about a proposal.

Fugo

Giving: acts of service

Similar to Abba, Fugo isn’t very effusive with his feelings, but he knows how to treat you right. If you’re in a university and you have problems with a subject, he doesn’t even try to tutor you. Fugo knows how strong his anger can be when someone does something stupid, and (even though he works on it) he doesn’t want to accidentally shout at you. Instead of it Fugo creates notes for you. If you like everything color coded – he does that. If you prefer it all to be clean – the only colors you see are black and white. And if you’re learning the best from mind maps – you’ve guessed it. And if you’ve stopped your education, he does the same with the things you’ve decided to learn. Crocheting? He buys you a book, tries to learn it himself first and then writes you notes on how to do it better. Cooking? Same thing. New language? Dictionary and notes. You name it, he does it.

Receiving: quality time, acts of service

Fugo wants you to initiate spending time with him. It’s not like he can’t do it himself, it’s just… way nicer when you ask him to go out, you know?… Fugo particularly likes going on walks around the town. There’s just so much you can do! You’re hungry? There are plenty of good restaurants nearby! Thirsty? He insists on buying you coffee (or a tea). Craving ice-creams? He doesn’t like when you buy yourself the weirdest of flavors and then steal from him the most common ones, but what can he do? He’s in love. And he understands it even more when after tiring days you prepare a bath for him, and wait under covers, ready to warm him to sleep!

a/n: a few days ago i've received my first request. it's exciting! the fact that i'm sure that you like what i write and want more! i may write second part to these headcanons with the rest of bucci squad and post it tomorrow/in a few hours, cause screw sleep

[catgirl-catboy]

I have many complaints about Danganronpa (affectionate) but one of the biggest ones is that the students don't make nearly enough jokes about the situation. Put a bunch of teens in a mildly stressful situation, and in 5 minutes they'll come up with an inside joke about it.

Some ideas for what they could have been:

Referring to your classmates as random numbers after Leon. Everyone automatically knows who that is.

If someone tries to kill you at 3am, they legally can't do that. tell them to reschedule at a time where you're both awake.

Every Disney movie ever is in fact about Sonia.

Whoever can interrupt Nagito's monolouge with the best Nagito impression wins.

Togami uses money for things no sane person would use money for. The more impractical, the better.

Trying to get Genocide Jack into furry porn via Hifumi, so she might kill the mastermind for us.

Making up Ibuki Mioda songs about random topics. Ibuki likes some of the ideas so much she actually wrote them.

Since everything Kokichi says is a lie, anything you get him to say can no longer happen.

Coming up with fake motives for the mastermind that are incredibly stupid/downright ridiculous.

Every robot is Kiibo. How can you be sure it isn't?

[layer-10-love]

Lady Moon.

2012 leo x reader-

As the leader or the team, Leo tended to be more focused in leading and less interested in other ‘lesser’ hobbies. So it’s a bit of a surprise when you find a romance novel underneath his pillow.

aka, boy fail cringe leo (affectionate) also i wrote this like in 40 minutes so apologies for bad writing

As the appointed leader, Leo tried to be serious and mature about his role;with no help from his brothers. Strong, calm, confident, stoic and mature was what he was supposedly was. Unfortunately, anyone that knew him for more than a few minutes would know that he is none of these things. At least to a certain extent.

Truth is, Leo…was a big fat nerd. No surprise there. He liked watching space heroes and often gushed about it to the nearest living creature, giving them new meaningless memories and a massive headache. He liked making stupid jokes and god awful puns. It was honestly sorta cute to you.

What was a surprise was the book that was underneath his pillow. You technically weren’t supposed to be going through his things, but he technically should’ve given back that black cat plushie you let him borrow for Halloween. Picking up the book, you glance over the title.

‘The Man and the Moon.’

From the looks of it, it was a romance novel.

…Leo? Leon? Leonardo? Fearless?

You never pegged him for the type to read romance books, hell, you never pegged him for the type to read things other than Japanese literature or comic books.

‘A classic romance novel tells the story of two star-crossed lovers, Max and Luna - both literally and figuratively. Max is a successful businessman who has dedicated his entire life to making his dreams come true, and Luna is a quiet and mysterious woman who seems to have a special connection with the moon. Despite coming from different backgrounds, Max and Luna quickly find themselves drawn to each other, and they must navigate the rocky terrain of love and discover the true meaning of happiness.’

You read as you skimmed over the summarization of the novel. It seemed like a good read! But, if you talked to Leo about your little discovery, you’d probably be in for another classic Leo Lecture about not snooping. Again, it was fair in your humble opinion.

And if you shared this information with his brothers, he would be ridiculed and mocked by his brothers, despite them having weirder hobbies. Aka, Mikey and his weird obsession with boiling pizza. Ah, brotherly love.

You made a mental note on the book and carefully stored it away underneath Leo’s soft pillow.

He doesn’t need to know.

——-

Leo seemed to be busy more often than usual, with the lame excuse of being occupied with meditation and training in his room.

Which was a bummer since tonight was a movie night with everyone. Raph, Mikey, Donnie, April and even Casey were here!

You huffed and sat on the floor in front of Mikey who was sitting on the couch.

“So, what shitty slasher flick are we watching tonight?”

Raph grinned menacingly while holding a dvd and standing in front of the television.

“It’s not a slasher film, god knows Mikey would have nightmares again. Not that I’m against the idea of Mikey suffering, but I don’t want to have to let him sleep in my bed again.”

Mikey cheered from the back,

“I knew you cared about me! See, Casey? Raph likes me more than you.”

Casey frowned and groaned.

“C'mon! Do we really have to watch a baby version of scary movies?! What happened to entertainment and morality?”

“I’m surprised you know the word, ‘morality’”, teased April.

“Nah, I think he’s just throwing out random words and hoping that one of them will make sense. Remember when he said that we should ‘photosynthesis’ and ‘equilibrium’ with the enemy?”, you add mockingly, “You almost made Donnie pop a blood vessel.”

Speaking of Donnie, he rushed right through his lab door carrying multiple blueprints and plans for whatever new project he was working on.

“Hey four eyes! Gonna join us for crappy baby's first horror flick?”

“Why do you call me four eyes, Casey? I’ve never even worn glasses before, so why would you nickname me something that doesn't make any sense?”

“Easy.”, started Casey, “Glasses make you a nerd. YOU are a nerd without glasses, therefore you need glasses since you’re a nerd.”

“Casey connecting the dots? Hell must’ve flown over and pigs must’ve learnt to fly.”, you snickered.

After a whole debate between Donnie and Casey, the pizza was brought by Mikey and the rest of the snacks were laid on the floor by April and Raph. Monthly movie nights were truly a miracle.

But, there’s something missing.

“Where’s Leo?”, Mikey questioned while taking a disgustingly large bite of his pizza.

“Fearless? Eh, he’s probably in the dojo training like always.”

“Probably, but usually everyone joins for these types of things! Do you think he’s training or doing something else?”

“If you care so much why don’t you ask him for yourself, [Name]?”, Raph says, really not caring about anything else other than the movie that he picked.

You grumble and reluctantly head over to Leo’s room, hoping that he wasn’t doing teenage boy activities. Ugh.

You considered knocking on his door, but then you remembered the plushie he never returned and slammed the door open.

Leo scrambled off the bed and onto the ground, holding a familiar book before throwing it off into the distance, praying you didn’t see. He chuckled nervously while leaning suspiciously on his bed.

“Oh! Hey, [Name]…! Uh…do you need something?”

He seemed so anxious and nervous…it was actually kinda cute! It’s like you have two little creatures on your shoulder, each one trying to give you a way to navigate this whole situation.

‘Leave him alone and give him space! That’s the nice thing to do.’, says the one on your right shoulder.

‘Get the book and make fun of him!!!’, giggles the one on your left shoulder.

…it’s obvious who won.

“What were you reading, Leo?” You ask with a teasing grin, watching him squirm under your gaze.

“Oh…uh me? Uhm…comic books! Yeah comic books! I was reading a really weird part so that’s why I was surprised when you came in and…”

Whatever other words that were being soren from him was ignored, you only think about how oddly adorable it was.

You glance at where the book was hastily hidden and chuckled.

“What comic was it?”

Before Leo could make another desperate and obvious lie, you quickly snatched up the book from where he tossed it and read the title. It was the same one as before.

“The Man and the Moon?”, you teased.

“That isn’t mine! April just asked me to hold on to it for her!”, he blushed as he tried to regain his confidence and composure.

“Cmon, Leo, we both know you can’t lie to save your shell.”

He paused and looked away, blushing furiously and fidgeting with his fingers. You sighed and took his hand.

“Hey.”, you look into his eyes. “I pinky swear that I won’t tell your brothers. You know how they are.”, you think back to the time Raph was found playing a dating simulator, and how the bickering lasted for weeks.

“Plus,”, you continued, “it’s not the worst thing you've ever done.”

“…You don’t think it’s weird?”, he asked cautiously.

“Why would it be weird? Like, people read romance all the time.”

“But, y’know…I’m a guy…and a mutant turtle…and well…”

You shrugged and climbed onto his bed, leaning against his plastron once you had sat down next to him.

“Romance is nice, I guess. It’s just another genre in a variety of genres.”, you felt and heard his heart thump faster as he gulped nervously.

“So…”, You started, “Are you gonna go to movie night or what?”

Leo’s eyes widened as he seemed to have a revelation.

“The movie! Crap, I forgot about that!”

[snapscube]

Your stupid (affectionate) resident evil 4 videos have ruined me. I keep watching other peoples videos and I go 'Wait that's not what Leon sounds like why does he sound different in their game' Your Leon voice has become /the/ Leon voice for me

This is high praise thank you :) He is a worm in my brain too

[tonberry-yoda]

JJBA Masterlist :)

Last Updated - 12/23/22 Total Works - 53

Fics:

-> Inspiration - Rohan Kishibe -> Cute as a Button - Funny Valentine -> Comforting - DIO ->Goodbye ->I Still Love You - Jotaro Kujo ->Sick of It - Narciso Anasui ->Prayer - Enrico Pucci ->Chilly Night Breeze - Jean Pierre Polnareff ->Head Over Heels for You - Leone Abbacchio x Bruno Bucciarati ->Swaying in the Ghost Room - Jolyne Cujoh ->Kissing in the Light - Vinegar Doppio ->You Hate Gyro Zeppeli - Gyro Zeppeli ->Something Out of a Stupid Rom Com - Vinegar Doppio ->Cuddling in the Ghost Room - Weather Report ->Cheer Her Up - Weather Report x Ermes Costello ->Diavolo the Devil - Doppio x reader ->Risotto reacting to a love letter ->Narancia with an intimidating looking reader who is actually a sweetheart ->Cuddling - Noriaki Kakyoin ->3am - Noriaki Kakyoin ->Kiss To Make You Feel Better - Gyro Zeppeli ->At the Coffee Shop - Jotaro Kujo ->Heatwave - Josuke Higashikata ->Warm - Avdol ->Lipstick Marks - Johnny Joestar ->Innocent (pt. 1) - Enrico Pucci ->Dancing in the Rain - Jean Pierre Polnareff ->Innocent (pt. 2) - Enrico Pucci

Headcanon Scenarios:

->SDC with a f!reader who hugs them into her chest -> SDC with a reader who loves to sing and play music ->Jolyne with a chubby f!reader jailmate friend ->SDC with a princesslike s/o ->La Squanra with an s/o with an affectionate stand ->SDC with a young reader traveling with them (platonic) ->Stone Ocean characters with an alien!reader ->Jolyne reacting to Kakyoin's son doing the cherry licking trick ->SDC with a young reader who doesnt have a home to go to (platonic) ->Anasui and Kakyoin's son friendship headcanons ->Avpol as dads ->Jotaro and Kakyoin reacting to Jolyne and Kakyoin's son dating ->SDC meeting up again ->Kakyoin as a father ->Polnareff as a father ->Kakyoin wedding <3

Fluff Alphabet:

->Kakyoin

Character Headcanons:

->Anasui ->Doppio -> Caesar ->Kakyoin ->Josuke ->Fugo ->Jolyne ->Rohan

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@tonberry-yoda

[princelylove]

Hello dear prince! I’m starving for Leone content. I was rereading some of your past writings and was wondering how Leone would be with a reader who would..tease..him back? I don’t know if that was the right word but you’ve mentioned how Leone would love to play. And i LOVEEE the sound of that. Darling is gonna fed into it big time. Darling just loves to push his buttons :3

Leone gets in his head about it no matter how happy he is initially.

Don't lift one side of his headphones to see what he's listening to- especially if you're just going to let them snap back into place. It's a fantastic way to see Leone try to pretend to be annoyed for his reputation's sake- God forbid Narancia starts to think it's fair game to play just because you can have your way with him.

He's pretty amused, in your point of view. You may earn yourself a small laugh, more of a "Hmhmhm," or you may earn yourself a snide comment or two.

"Such sharp fangs. Are you the big, bad wolf?"

He'll think about how stupid that sounded all night. You're mocking him, and he hit you with a moronic one-liner he thought of while watching Guido's westerns.

You're messing with him. He's reading into it. You're disrespecting him casually and he's letting you get away with it, because you're the love of his life and he's delusional enough to think that you're actually happy to play with him. God.

He copes by pretending nothing's wrong, as per normal. Leone normally pushes bad feelings aside until he can wipe his face alone in his bathroom. He likes to check if he's still a pretty crier while he's getting it out of his system, just in case you happen to make a grown man cry one day.

But, if you ever express it is just your way of being affectionate, he's significantly happier to humor you. Leone will pretend to be grumpy in public, but you might actually make him smile if you're alone.

One of his favorite games is when you pretend you're going to bite him, because he gets to play damsel in distress until you really do.

"Ohh no, don't hurt me," He always starts off as obviously sarcastic as possible, but you've learned to pick up on the fact that he's a bit scared you're going to really do it. What if you figure out he likes it? What if you think less of him? "I'm not nearly enough calories for a full meal."

Should you say that he is, or suggest that he'll do nicely for a snack, he refrains from begging you to actually eat him.

Just kidding. He's a weak, weak man.

"Maybe you should try it then."