#sugar daddy leon is back again

[ashiemochi]

hey ashie (again)

cause I’ve been working a lot and am tired, could I request a sugar daddy Leon blurb (personally I haven’t read any smut for him in a min), I’d super appreciate it 💓

Ily

wrote this on phone so excuse EVERYTHING ilyt. will fix the format when I wake up.

fucking in the pool mutual masturbation

"Rough day at work, babe?"

"Ugh, yeah. My back is killing me."

"Well, I got just the thing for it."

"What's that?"

if only you knew what he was implying. A hot bath was usually the remedy for a bad day. A hot bath with him behind you and a hand between your legs was something else.

"fuck, Leon... mmh..."

"Shh, don't tire yourself out," Leon cooed into your ear, one hand caressing your inner thigh and the other quite busy lazily stroking your bundle of nerves, "Just relax."

He was only using two fingers; his middle and his index. Your head fell back to the space between his shoulder and chest with a breathy whine, earning a chuckle from him. His chest rumbled with his warmwarm sound, making your hands grip his thighs next to you.

It had been soso long since you've had some private time with none other than your sugar lover. With him being busy with work, you rarely saw him. Your job paid well but at what cost?

So, when you received a notification from your bank account about a huge sum being transferred to you, that was when you knew Leon was back home. And before you could call him, your phone lit up with his contact.

One conversation led to another and now you're in his luxurious bathroom in the black marbled self-heating tub. The glass doors had long steamed up and your whole body was hot.

Leon let out a hummed sound, enjoying toying with your clit in steady strokes as he pressed a kiss or two on the nape of your neck. Trailing them up to your cheek, Leon sped up the pace just a little.

The sudden pleasure jolted you, pushing a moan out of you. Had you been in bed or someplace that wasn't soaked in water, you'd hear the audible noise of your wetwet cunt.

"Let me take care of you," Leon muttered with a hazy smile, "Let me make you cum again and again so you can never have to worry about going to work tomorrow. I'm here to handle the money, you just have to enjoy it, isn't that right, sexy?"

You whimpered out, chest heaving as your hips started rocking on their own, trying to have his fingers in you, "Leon-hah,"

"Yes, baby?" Leon answered, feeling your hand leave his thigh to trail to his and you guided him up to your bosom, making him feel your perky buds.

"Need you, so bad," You begged, opening up your puppy eyes to gaze pleadingly at him, "Mmh-missed you,"

Leon grinned, azures heavy with lust before he kissed you, tongue already exploring every nook and cranny in your mouth. His large hand grasped your boob, having your nipple in between his thumb and index before pinching and massaging it, your loud whines coming out muffled by the lip lock.

His hand left your clit to grab your other free hand, guiding you to your sensitive spot and he had you rub your own self. He parted from your lips for a moment, staring darkly into your eyes.

"Play with yourself just like this," Leon ordered, his hand on top of yours over your aching clit, "And I'll have you cum on my fingers, and then,"

Your jaw dropped open at the penetration of his two long middle and ring finger, slowly going deepdeep into your cunt.

Leon smirked at your reaction before whispering hoarsely, "I'll fuck this pussy with my cock till you're cumming all over me."

Suddenly, you were vaguely aware of his heavy dick pressing into your lower back.

"F-shit, Leon!" You squealed at how deep and quick he was fucking your cunt with only his two fingers.

"Don't stop touching yourself, baby," Leon warned breathlessly into your ear, "Keep rubbing your clit for me."

You had no choice but to follow his order and it ripped a loud cry out of you, desperately stroking your little pearl in small circles. His fingers went deep and deep with each thrust that you really thought even you would never be able to finger-fuck yourself like he does.

His other hand roughed up on your hardened nipple, giving the other the same treatment by squeezing your bud in the space between his index and middle finger. Your free hand reached up to his, back arching into his hand as your sounds were getting louder and louder.

"I can feel you close, baby," Leon panted, "Can't wait to be in this sweet pussy of yours, ah~" his words ended in a moan, grunting as his hips visibly started grinding against your back for some friction, "Fuck, baby, I'd cum by just hearing your moans, mmh~"

Your words and begs came out incoherent and airy, feeling the knot tightening hard. Your chest heaved as you writhed, pathetically moaning with tears stinging the corner of your squeezed-shut eyes.

Leon kissed you hard, swallowing your moans as they merged with his at the feeling of your walls clasping tight around his digits. Your hand stilled on your clit, shooting out to grab onto something but you only found the condensation on the glass door. it was cool beneath your hot touches.

"That's it," Leon encouraged against your lips, fucking you deeper as he violated that spongy spot in you and his palm rubbed hard against that sensitive spot on your clit, "Let yourself go, sexy. Cum on my fingers."

Like a huge waterfall, your orgasm hit you hard that sent you gushing. Leon tugged you close when your body convulsed, keeping up his harsh thrusts that had you squealing and gasping. your legs shook and tried to clam shut at the oversensitivity but his ankles went over yours, preventing you from even attempting it.

"Fuck, AH! Le-on! Shit, oh god!!" You yelped, unable to handle how he was prolonging your orgasm.

His teeth sunk into your neck for the umpteenth hickey and that threw you further over the edge, forcing a loudloud moan of his name to the closed walls around you. His fingers fucking finally slowed down to slip out, slowly rubbing your visibly pumping clit to ease you down.

"There, there," Leon purred into your jawline, pressing a kiss there, "I've got you."

His thumb gingerly caressed your sore nipple, feeling your pounding heart right behind your ribs. Your whole body felt fatigued but you knew the night was far from over.

"I don't... think..." You breathed heavily, lolling your head to his side to look at him through half-lidded eyes, "I have energy in me for another round,"

Leon snickered at that, bumping your nose with his as he released your clit to rub your tremor-filled thigh, "That's alright with me, baby -- I'm happy to take the lead."

You weren't just lucky to have a sugar daddy who'd be willing to rock your world and body.

but you were also lucky tomorrow was your day off.

Your giggle came out soft as you nodded, "Good, because I plan on being a pillow princess after this,"

Leon chuckled, both his hands trailing down to your waist as he pressed a deep but brief kiss on your lips.

"That's fine by me, princess."

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[leonw4nter]

(Second) Prettiest Fairy Princess

Dad!DI!Leon x F!Reader

“Say ‘bye’ to momma!” Leon beams as he holds his daughter, Aurora– or Rory, as you two lovingly call her.

“Bye momma!” the little girl in his arms beam. One hand wound around his neck and the other raised up, a tiny hand waving at you.

You say your own share of byes too, pressing a kiss to your 4 year-old’s cheek before giving Leon his own kiss to his lightly chapped yet still pink lips. You get in the Uber Leon picked up for you, shutting the door and heading to the mall where you will be having a girls’ day with Helena and Hunnigan, your former coworkers. Despite retiring because you were going to become a mother, you still stayed close with the two.

As soon as the car is no longer in his sight, he heads back into your shared home. Rory asks to be put back down so Leon does as she wants, bending down with a slight groan and making sure she’s standing upright before he lets go and bends back up, another groan escaping his mouth along with the faint pops of joints. My age is definitely catching up with me now, he thinks to himself though he doesn’t mind if it’s you he’ll be aging with.

“Daddy! I want to play!” Rory excitedly says as she takes Leon’s hand with her tiny ones and drags him to the stairs, heading for the direction of her room.

“Alright, alright, kiddo. Let’s head up, no?” he asks with a pleased smile. There’s dishes waiting in the sink and laundry waiting to be folded but they all could wait if it means spending some time making his daughter smile. The sight of his daughter’s grin and the gold wedding band that flashes a bright gold beam whenever the sunlight hits it is something his former self didn’t think he could ever experience. Back in ‘98, he was certain that the farthest length of meeting the greatest love in his life and starting a family would stop at dreams and wishful thinking but he was wrong.

He didn’t even realize they had reached the top of the stairs as he almost trips, engrossed in the sweet monologue he had going on in that head of his. His daughter’s tiny arms push him into the pastel yellow and pink room before shutting the door and proceeding to yank out tutus and tiaras from a toy basket.

“Sit.” she sternly says as she points to the carpeted ground right beneath Leon’s feet. Not one to disobey a lady’s orders, he promptly sits down with crossed legs and looks at her with genuine interest. Not too long after, Leon is dolled up to look the part of “a pretty princess for a tea party but you’re only the second prettiest because I’m the first one”, which earns a small laugh from him. Even to himself, he's second to everything because he always keeps his girls at first.

Rory hands him a small mirror so Leon can see the sparkly splash of pink, green and orange on his eyelids as well as the most pink blush he’s ever seen. His lips are the brightest shade of red ever making him look real goofy but if it means making his daughter’s day, he doesn’t mind; she’s the princess and he’s just the jester (and the occasional knight in shining armor). She swiftly puts her own play make-up on, her own lids smeared with different sparkly shades of pink and her lips in the same red shade as Leon’s.

“Your highness, let me get the tea and cookies.” she says in a wonky British accent.

“Alright, my beautiful princess.” Leon says, though he doesn’t put on a fake accent.

“Daddy, no! You’re supposed to also say ‘and please give me the sugar plum tea’! Again!” she says with a hand to the hip, dropping the accent.

“Okay,” he softly mutters with an amused smile. She definitely got the sass from her mother. “Alright, my beautiful princess, please give me the sugar plum tea!” he repeats.

She smiles brightly and excitedly announces that it’s coming right up. She walks out of the room, occasionally coming back in to take some more cups, plates, spoons, and bowls. Wait? Bowls? The princess is putting her heart and soul into this so-called “sugar plum tea”. Because the princess was brought up with manners and polite etiquette, she served Leon some cookies and cakes as he waited, along with a Beanie Baby that her uncle Chris got her (insisting it’s a snack, providing no further explanations). Playing along, he loudly made chomping sounds while she walked out of the room and busied herself with the tea. After a few minutes, she walks back inside with a tea pot and tiny cups filled with water.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, madame. My chef ahem is new to the kitchen so I had to tell him how to prepare tea the princess way,” she apologizes as she sets the cup in front of Leon with a complementary saucer.

With a sharp eye, he looks at the water and sees that there isn’t anything floating on the water; the water doesn’t look cloudy too and it’s impossible for her to have gone downstairs and taken water from the dog’s bowl so he deemed it safe to drink. After all, she did exert some effort into actually “making” the tea. He hooks his fingers in the loop of the tea cup, making sure to emulate the sticking out pinky finger just like Rory is doing before taking a sip. “The water doesn’t have an odd taste. Okay, she definitely wasn’t fooling around,” Leon quietly observes. He gives her a bright smile, complimenting the tea and calling it “the most delightful beverage to ever tickle my taste buds, a true drink fit for the prettiest princesses in this kingdom”, which prompts the little girl in front of him to giggle and start complimenting the “chef” who prepared the “tea” (the “chef” is, in fact, the Djungelskog that Leon got for you when you were 6 months into the pregnancy and very much emotional every time you saw the bear at IKEA’s window or online site). Apparently the chef is French and has worked with Barney and the Little Einsteins, according to her. This entire moment is too silly and wholesome so Leon decides to take a selfie, making a mental note to send this to you later on.

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The tea party carried on for a few more minutes until she got drowsy, prompting Leon to get up and carry her over to her bed. Grabbing a few sheets of wipes, he removes the eyeshadow and lipstick on her face before unclipping some clips from her hair and taking her tutu off. It doesn’t take long for her to fall asleep and Leon picks the toys up, pouring the water out of the pots and cups and wiping them dry before putting them back in the basket. He takes this chance to finally get back at the chores waiting for him but not before he sends the picture to you. Opening the app and choosing the contact named “my Y/N”, he sends a short message asking how you are and detailing the sweet playtime he had with your daughter along with the picture. After an hour or two, he finally finishes doing the chores– even sweeping the floors and polishing the dining table, as well as bathing the dog. He gets in the shower and freshens up, remembering the tender moment hours ago and finding himself smiling wider each time.

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It’s now quarter to 6 and Leon finishes setting up dinner just as the bell rings. He practically skips to the door, his face lighting up with joy when he sees you. He takes your bag and slings it over his shoulder, undoing the strap of your sandals and asking about how your day went. As you step out of them, he takes the heels and places it on the shoe cabinet and puts your bag on the couch. Rory jumps off of the couch, excitedly walking over to you and hugs your legs with the brightest smile you’ve ever seen. She tells you about her and her dad’s day, tiny hand gently holding your wrist as she leads you to the dining table for dinner. You were just about to reach over a piece of food and cut it up into smaller pieces for her when Leon places a hand on yours, telling you that he’ll do it.

“C’mon honey, you were out walking all day. Just sit and have dinner, I’ll do it this time,” he softly says. You don’t argue against him, letting him do the cutting. Rory does all the talking, which you are thankful for since your social battery is nearly drained.

Dinner tasted amazing as usual and now your entire family is in the living room, watching The Little Prince on the TV. What Coco does to Leon, The Little Prince does to you; you’ve never finished the movie without shedding a few tears and laying on Leon’s shoulder for some comfort. Though you both know it’s a movie that has you reduced to tears, you still choose to put it on because not only is it genuinely good, it’s a movie Rory loves. While waiting for the movie to finally load, a question pops up in your mind.

“Sweetie, where’d you get the water for your tea from?” you ask. Leon doesn’t mind, probably guessing that she got it from the water bottle you forgot to bring downstairs in the morning.

“I got it from the fish tank!” she beams. Your smile swiftly drops and your head turns to Leon; you swear you’ve never seen the color drain that fast from his face. The movie finally loads but Leon feels slightly off, the food in his stomach making him feel a little odd. He’s that weak for his little girl; he’s a seasoned agent trained to read people by their mannerisms but his daughter’s devious giggling made it past his normally highly-perceptive gaze.

NOTE - I whipped this fic up right after @agent-dessis-posts asked me if I write dad!Leon and I immediately got that burst of motivation. There was this book called "Make A Wish" that I read around mid-November and the dad matched ID/DI!Leon's description so the whole time I just pictured that version of Leon whilst reading and it was AMAZING (the dad in the book is a single dad to a nine year old which made it even more amazing for me). Anyways, you guys seem to really like my fics which I appreicate a lot so thank you so much!!! I'll post the directory to my blog soon, I'm just making things look cuter :)

The heart dividers are from @cafekitsune , the images are made by me (sourced from Pinterest).

#fluff #leon kennedy #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy x y/n #leon s kennedy fluff #resident evil #leon kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #biohazard #death island leon #resident evil death island #dad leon kennedy #dad leon s kennedy

[moonrisecoeur]

Nobody wants to talk about this so its down to us babe 😔 but can we think about SUGAR BABY LEON. Because im sick of all this 'sugar daddy this, sugar daddy that' what if we spoil the babygirl 🤨

if i’m so for real with u i’m literally a starbies barista i do not make the money to be a sugar mommy and i like men who give me stuff and buy me whatever i want BUT on the off chance leon ends up with a rich partner…

i also have some darker ideas for this if u want that kinda vibe too!! just let me know !!

no pronouns mentioned, reader is referred to as having a cock but straps count too 💥 , somno and free use mentioned

he does not know what to do with himself. like okay if we’re in a non apocalypse au and leon is just a cop, he’s making okay money, but he’s not living lavishly. and if we’re in the canon universe and leon is like a government agent, i still don’t think they’re paying him much beyond enough to cover basic living essentials. basically he’s getting by fine but not much more than that.

and then he meets someone, you. you have more money than you know what to do with, so what do you decide to do? you spend it all on the pretty boy you met at the coffee shop. you pay for his drinks, his pastries, and then it keeps going until you’re paying for his rent, utilities, you’re buying him new furniture since his is old and you’re taking him out to expensive dinners and wining and dining him, giving him fancy jewelry and designer clothes.

he doesn’t know what to do!! he feels like he has to repay you even if you insist he doesn’t, “leon, sweetheart. the point of me doing all of that was so you wouldn’t be paying it back. those were gifts, baby.”

“i- i know but… this can’t be right i- i can’t just take all of your money!”

“sweetie, you can have all of my money, i don’t care. i want to spend time with you,” you mumble as you press a kiss to his cheek.

he likes people who are just a little bit older, a little more intelligent, a little more confident than him. and you tick all of those boxes. you could have easily just asked him out, and started a normal relationship. he would have fallen for you anyway. but there’s something very down to earth about you thinking the only way you could spend time with him is by throwing your money at him. he doesn’t like the feeling of guilt that hangs on his heart.

but honestly? you’re completely satisfied, he has nothing to worry about. even with the allowance you give him (you have to secretly deposit it into his account otherwise he’ll feel guilty accepting it even if he needs it) you’ll still have more money than you know what to do with.

and also, every date night, you wine and dine him as usual at some fancy restaurant, you come home and fuck his brains out.

i’m talking like, he can’t think about anything but your cock for an extended period of time. you make him cum over and over until his body gives out and he goes unconscious. you take care of him, cleaning him up and cuddling him while you fall asleep, and when he wakes up, it’s morning and there’s breakfast waiting for him in the kitchen of your luxurious apartment.

after a while, you convince him to move in with you! rent is so expensive these days (you say like it even makes a dent in your net worth) and it would be more convenient if he just lived with you. it takes a lot of convincing, but he comes around. he’s a good roommate, he’s tidy and does all the chores (mostly again because he feels like he has to repay you somehow!)

and you buy him cute little gifts and bring them home for him to open after you get off work!! little things that remind you of him or things you remember him mentioning he wanted.

also, since he lives with you 24/7 now, it’s so much more convenient when you want to fuck him senseless. you don’t even have to ask him, just bend him over the kitchen counter while he’s making dinner. or fuck him when you get home from work and he fell asleep on the couch. that’ll wake him up!!

#sub leon kennedy #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s. kennedy #leon kennedy smut #sub leon kennedy smut #resident evil #leon kennedy resident evil #resident evil smut #reader insert #smut #sub!leon #re2r leon #re2 smut #re2 #re2r #re4 #re4 leon #re4 remake #re4 smut #resident evil 4

[postersofleon]

notes: i'm publishing my other stuff from my other account :p sorry if you already saw this. I didn't want to do it but here we are. it has smut so no minors

vendetta leon is a bit frustrated with the way his life turned into. he completely falls to the deep end and turns into a sugar daddy, though leon doesn't like being one. he wants someone to date him for being him, but he feels he is out of his prime. in his opinion, he was in his prime at twenty-seven but because he spent so many years working. he feels he is done for.

he then sees you. he feels like doesn't have a proper chance with you so he begins with small things. you two aren't dating, but he attempts to talk to you. he feels like a creep talking to you, but he tries so hard to talk. even though the poor bastard is wasting his poor liver, he is always sober around you. you begin to notice how he slowly stopped smelling like alcohol, how he smiles as he speaks to you.

he had needed this. he hasn't been able to talk to someone that didn't have to do with work. his stupid sugar daddy mindset comes through and buys you small gifts. he doesn't necessarily think he is unlovable, just hard to love; leon thinks buying gifts is the only way to get love. he has a bunch of it thanks to his job wasting his time.

the gifts are small. books, earrings - anything that you mentioned you liked. he feels pathetic, but when he sees your eyes shine, he smiles back.

then, when things were getting serious: he stupidity asked if he could be your sugar daddy. you thought he was going to ask you to date him. least to say, it was uncomfortable for both of you when you said no. leon wasn't angry for you saying no. he was ashamed. of course, sugar daddies are weird even in his lifestyle. though, you said you like to date him.

when dating this vendetta leon, leon is always commenting how old he is. he doesn't like the daddy kink. he feels like a creep. he shows you pictures in his youth: "this was me." he shows an ID of him before raccoon city and him during re4. you can tell he is proud. he doesn't necessarily have a dad bod, but he didn't work out like he used to. he is a bit soft around his arms, thighs, and stomach. a small defined abs appears every once in a while. you comment how handsome he is, and he laughs, "you should've seen when i was twenty-seven."

leon needs praise. constantly praise. he needs to pick up that poor ego that died a couple of years back. you see how he slowly starts be funny, they aren't dad jokes just one punch lines. he seems more relaxed that you two are dating. even his friends are commencing how he looks a bit better.

you love his stubble, he blushes, and he is embarrassed to do that. he feels young again. he feels... happy

leon doesn't necessarily have a breeding kink, but the idea of you being pregnant makes him happy. in his mind, he needs to hurry up and make babies, but you don't want kids or can't have kids he doesn't mind it.

nsfw

at first, sex was him constantly worried of you changing your mind on him. he wanted to fuck you hard so you won't forget him. he sucks ass sex talk, so he just shuts up and continues to fuck you.

but with the constant praise you gave him, the fucking turned into love making. he is whiny and tired, he wants to make you happy, but sex is a duo. he loves how you love his softness. he has a couple of stretch marks on his arms and a bit on happy trail.

he is always cursing on how you would've loved his old body, but you praise him every single time. he feel selfish when you give him blowjobs, he is pets your face, and a bit of his sexual frustrations comes out. he moves his hips a bit and makes you choke. leon groans weakly and says a weak apology. he is happy he stopped drinking

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #vendetta leon

[lipglossanon]

Who’s Crying Now

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sugar daddy!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (one shot)

Anon request: Can lask you a request for a fic for sugar daddy! Leon. Like one day you both are together and he notices that you are not happy like the reader had a really bad day and he does everything to make her happy. Get her to a expensive restaurant etc and later at night he just makes her feel good yk that's upto you how he will 0 (NSFW or SFW) your choice

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, Leon POV, sorta hurt comfort, daddy kink, oral (f receiving)

not proofread ✌️ hope you enjoy anon!! 💜 short and sweet but the ending’s kinda lame 😆

Title from Who’s Crying Now by Journey 😍

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Leon pulls up outside your apartment noticing you’re already out next to the curb, fiddling on your phone. Hearing the crunch of gravel under his tires, you lift your head and shoot him a smile but he can tell it’s shaky. 

He pulls up next to you and you quickly climb into the car before he can get out to even open your door for you. 

“Y’okay, honey?” he brushes his knuckles against your jaw.

You nuzzle into his hand like a kitten making his chest tight with feeling. 

“I’m okay, just a bad day,” your lips twitch up into a tired smile, “wanted to see you.”

“I wanted to see you too, baby,” he brings you in for a soft kiss, pulling back to press kisses over your cheeks and forehead until you giggle. 

“There’s my girl,” he coos, brushing his thumb along your bottom lip, “how about I take you to that Italian place you love?”

“Really?” you sit up a little straighter to lean into his space, “the one that has those little appetizers that’s to die for?”

“Yep, that one,” he smiles at you as you kiss his cheek and sit back to buckle up. 

“You’re the best, Leon,” you smile at him, eyes looking a little lighter at the pick me up. 

You pause and frown down at yourself, plucking the hem of your blouse, “D’you think what I’m wearing is okay? I know that place is kinda high end.”

Leon takes the opportunity to drag his eyes down from your modest blouse to the cute flowy skirt and flats you’re wearing.

“I think you look lovely, sweetheart. Not underdressed one bit,” he takes your hand and lacing your fingers together, kisses the back, “and I can also say, I definitely wouldn’t mind if you decided to pull that skirt off and just go that way.”

You gasp, eyes wide but practically sparkling, “Leon! You’re being dirty.”

He shrugs easily, grinning and kissing your hand again before letting it go. 

“Just telling the truth.”

He pulls the car away from the curb and it feels like no time at all before he’s pulling out a chair for you to sit down in the restaurant. 

You both order your meals, Leon making sure to order the appetizer you love so much, and he spends the entirety of the meal making sure you’re enjoying yourself. He watches as you slip into little moments of melancholy before he can snag your attention away from your inner thoughts. 

You’ve confided in him in the past about your struggle with self esteem and just the negative self talk you’re still trying to overcome. He’s watched you already overcome a lot in the short time you’ve known each other, but you still have little hiccups every now and then. Today seems to be one of those days that’s a little tougher than most. 

“Wanna order dessert to go?” he asks, trailing his fingers across your hand.

You smile at him gratefully, “Yes, please.”

Grabbing the waiter’s attention, Leon puts an order in for dessert to go while paying the bill at the same time. A soft quiet falls on the table while you both wait for the waiter to hand off the sweet before leaving to head back to Leon’s penthouse. 

Leon leaves you to your thoughts, holding your hand in the car until he’s parked, then helping you out and holding your arm as he guides you into the elevator to take you up to his suite. Once past the front door, Leon drops the dessert on the foyer table, along with his keys, and scoops you up into his arms to carry you into the bedroom.  

You sigh and relax against him, wrapping your arms around his neck until he’s easing you down on the bed. 

“Thank you, daddy, I had a nice time,” you smile sweetly up at him.

“Can I make you feel good, sweet thing?” he rumbles, hands teasingly dragging along the hem of your skirt. 

You nod, smile soft and eyes warm, “Of course, daddy. You always make me feel good.”

He surges forward to kiss you heatedly, licking past your soft lips to suck on your tongue. Mewling, your hands scratch along his scalp until he pulls away with a low groan. 

“Lay back, sweetheart, gonna cheer you up, get you outta your head,” he presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth as he moves to kneel between your legs. 

“Please,” you whimper, biting your lip.

“Been thinking about this since I picked you up,” his hands push up your skirt, he’s rucking it up until he can see the cute lacy panties you’re wearing, “wanna make my sweet girl feel so good.”

He presses a featherlight kiss to your covered mound making you buck your hips up with a whine. Chuckling, he kisses all across your panty covered pussy before nipping at your thighs. With a sigh, you relax your legs and drop them open as far as they’ll go. 

Leon groans and sucks at the skin of your thigh, moving up until he’s lapping at the gusset of wet lace sticking to your slick folds. He doesn’t slide them off your legs but grabs your panties and pushes them up and off to the side; threads tear and pop as he stretches the material until your cunt is completely bare and accessible to his hungry mouth. 

“Pretty baby,” he murmurs, kissing your clit softly over and over making you arch up. 

He groans and gently makes out with your pussy; light teasing kisses pressed to every inch of skin, sucking gently on your pussy lips before pulling back to drop more kisses to the hood of your throbbing clit. He’s so hard in his slacks but he needs you to feel good first. 

Your little whines and sighs spur him on, but he wants to take his time with you tonight. 

He moves his hands up to spread your cunt open, moaning when he sees the clear slick oozing from your pussy. Greedily, he licks into your wet hole wanting to taste you. You moan as he fucks his tongue into your cunt, rocking your hips down until Leon’s face is buried between your pussy lips, nose bumping against your clit. 

You whine and tug on his hair making him groan and lick harder into your fluttering hole. Grinding his nose against your clit, he watches you fall apart under his mouth making him eager for more. He kisses your pussy lips, running his tongue through your wet folds until he’s pressing his face fully into your cunt. 

His tongue thrusts in and out of your leaking hole as his nose rubs against your clit. Leon greedily laps up the slick dribbling from your clenching heat. He presses his nose firmer against your sensitive bud and moves his face back and forth, rubbing his chin against your spread pussy lips while his nose bumps and grinds against your sensitive clit. 

He feels your body tense under his mouth and hands, your fingers winding in his dirty blonde strands to keep his mouth against your pussy. 

“Leon, oh, god, cumming, fuck.”

His eyes take in your body, watches as you arch up into his thrusting tongue, head grinding against the mattress as you moan loudly. 

He hums against your cunt, lapping up the slick dripping from your cunt before placing one last kiss on your throbbing clit. He moves up over your body slowly, kissing as he goes. Taking his time, he kisses across your hip bones, up your stomach—nipping at your rib cage before moving up so he can softly bite at your neck. 

He’s kissing your panting mouth with a groan, delighted in the way your lips part for him eagerly kissing him back. 

“Thank you,” you murmur against his swollen mouth once you part. 

“Of course, baby, I want to take care of you,” he whispers between you.

You wind your arms around him with a soft sigh. He lays back on his side and pulls you into his arms. 

“Don’t you want to—“

“No,” he drops a kiss to your head, “we can if you want to later, but for now let me just hold you, okay?”

He feels your hum in his chest, “Okay.”

Leon runs his hands all down your arms and back, smiling to himself when you relax against him. 

#sugar daddy!leon s kennedy smut #sugar daddy!leon s kennedy x sugar baby!reader #sugar daddy!leon s kennedy x fem!reader #sugar daddy!leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon s kennedy smut #fem!reader #leon s kennedy x fem!reader #leon s kennedy #lipglossanonmasterlist #lipglossanon

[leonslutkennedeeznuts]

You've been bad. Sugar daddy Leon knows the perfect way to punish you. (AO3)

It had been a month or so since you’d started this arrangement with Leon. He was recently divorced and just wanted something fun with no strings attached. You were tired of working a shitty part time job and still not making ends meet.

You both got what you wanted out of it. Mutually beneficial, he’d called it. Money was deposited into your bank account every month, you went out for dinners, drinks, you’d even accompanied him on a business trip a time or two since he rarely took vacations.

What you thought would be an awkward, unfulfilling experience turned out to be the best sex of your life. Leon was very keen on learning your body, making you desperately beg for more, loving how vocal and verbal you were. You never faked it with him, you never had to.

Tonight was a little different. He’d been stuck in business meetings all day. You had been so horny and impatient, using a toy to occupy your aching pussy until he was able to come back to you. You hadn’t meant to cum so hard and fall asleep with the vibrator next to you for Leon to find.

“Please, Daddy,” you begged pathetically. You had been bad- Leon had a rule that you weren’t allowed to touch yourself when he wasn’t around. “Please, let me cum.”

Your pitiful moans and whimpers went unnoticed. Leon would stop sucking your clit or fingering your pussy when he knew you were close. You knew he was throbbing and leaking with precum, edging himself as well. You wanted to suck him dry, squeeze his dick and cum all over it but you had to earn that. Be a good girl.

“Do you think you deserve to cum again,” he taunted you, lips slick with your juices. “Is your toy better than my tongue,” he’d teased, “my cock?”

Before you could answer, his mouth was back on you sucking your clit so hard that your bound wrists were pulling against the restraints painfully. You felt like you were dying and going to Heaven only to be pulled back down to reality when he inevitably stopped, toying with your clit with his fingers as you tried to lean into his touch.

“Leon,” you cried out. 

He gripped your thighs and even nipped your clit with his teeth making you hiss. “Such a naughty girl, playing with my pussy all day,” he admonished, his stubble chafing your thighs almost painfully. “Whatever should I do with you?”

You tried to close your legs to no avail. The worst part was that Leon had you blindfolded as well so you couldn’t even see the determined look on his face as he punished you like this. His unrelenting tongue and fingers making you jerk and arch into his touch.

“Should I let you cum, baby?” 

You knew that he wouldn’t. 

“Have you finally learned your lesson?” 

“Yes, yes, Daddy, I’m sorry,” you choked out, your voice almost cracking as you felt three fingers inside you now. “Make me cum, wanna taste you- fuck!”

Finally satisfied, Leon removed your blindfold. He had such a smug look on his face, licking your slick off his mouth and sucking it off his fingers. You needed him inside you, your cunt or your mouth.

Leon straddled your chest, his cock so hard that it looked painful. His hands in your hair, he brought your face to the tip, staring down at you expectantly. You opened your mouth obediently, feeling the weight of him on your tongue. Your pussy ached around nothing as Leon slowly slid inside you until his balls met your chin.

“Good girl, take it all.” 

You were his good girl, you’d prove it to him. Tears ran down your face now as you tried to not gag around his cock. He was long, thick and throbbing, the taste of him making you moan.

Leon slowly pulled out before deciding to fuck your face, rough and hard with no warning. “Fuck, baby,” he grunted almost losing his composure. The only thing better than this was your tight, little pussy but the visual of you so helpless and eager to swallow his cum was close enough.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” He pulled out and slapped his dick against your lips, awaiting your answer.

“Yes, Daddy, I love it so much.” You leaned closer to take him back in but he pulled back. “Please, I’ve been so good.” Your tongue traveled down to lick and suck at his balls, eagerly wanting to taste his cum to prove how good you were.

Leon gripped your hair a little harder, contemplating if he wanted to cum down your throat or inside your soaked pussy, to have you gag on his cock or to fill you up to the brim until you screamed.

You looked so pitiful and used up beneath him. The thought of that toy fucking you and feeling your pussy clench around it pissed him off all over again. Your pussy was his to use, with or without toys, his tongue or his cock. 

A lesson you had to learn tonight.

“Do you deserve my cum in your mouth,” he pondered aloud. “Should I just breed you deep and hard?” Before you could answer he was fucking your face again, balls smacking against your chin. 

You took every inch of him over and over, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you tried to suppress your gag reflex. Leon was grunting and moaning, holding your head steady with both hands. He was such a good daddy to you, letting you be his good girl.

"Fuck, you're gonna take it, baby, all of my cum," he demanded as you moaned around him.

With a particularly hard thrust, Leon finally came down your throat, his grunts and moans making you cum around nothing. You didn’t waste a drop, breathing expertly out of your nose as he pumped your mouth full of his cum. You swallowed it all, desperately, thankfully. 

“Shit, baby, did you cum from that?”

You nodded as he watched you try and fail to lick at him, pulling against your leather restraints to no avail, still wanting more.

“Mmm, I guess you’ve been good enough,” he admitted arrogantly.

You felt the restraints loosen until your wrists were free. Finally you could touch him. Grateful, you immediately caressed him all over from his ass, his thighs, balls, cock and abs.  

You were always in awe of how muscular and toned Leon was, especially for his age. Dating and fucking a much older man was never something you were into until you met him, the money was a bonus. His stamina and generosity were unmatched. You were completely his- his good girl.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you repeated softly. 

Leon smiled down at you before giving you a messy, passionate kiss. 

“I know, baby.”

#leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy smut #leon x reader #leon kennedy #sugar daddy leon #leon kennedy x reader #sugar daddy leon fic #leon s kennedy smut #leon smut #older leon kennedy #RE6 Leon is my Daddy #resident evil smut #resident evil x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #i deadass made that pic in Canva its that srs #leon x female reader #leon kennedy x fem!reader #leon kennedy x female reader #leon kennedy x fem reader

[leonkenndy-knife]

Warnings: detailed smut, age gap, sugar daddy/husband Leon. Fem Reader.

A/N: I don't own resident evil and I don't own any resident evil characters.

Please be 18 and over to read this oneshot.

I got this idea from @vampkennedy sugar daddy post.

You and Leon had an age gap but in your opinion it wasn't by much. You were only 26 and Leon is only 44 but some would say that's still a large age gap but you didn't care and neither did he.

Leon was the one that came to you about the sugar daddy and baby contract, he saw how much you were struggling after having to give up your baby for adoption because you only live paycheck to paycheck. Somedays you would even ask him for help to cover the rent and he always helped but once he saw you crying in front of your door one day he had enough and came to you with the contract.

Of course you both sat down when you both went over contract, you didn't have to have sex but if you did it would always be consented and all kinks would be talked about beforehand.

Leon explained to you he was simply tired coming home to an empty house after working for a long period of time for being a government agent.

You agreed and said to him in return that you also hated coming home to an empty apartment with stress on your shoulders and not feeling safe.

You both signed the contracts and you had asked him afterwards what happened if you both gained feelings for each other and he bluntly said that he already had feelings for you and once you return the feelings you would get married.

Of course eventually you both got married but the sugar daddy and baby contract was still active even then and now it's made into a kink.

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“Leon.” you whimpered as he pounded into you and into the mattress “Oh babygirl, you feel so good around my cock” Leon grunted into your ear and you let out another series of whimpers as your gripped his shoulders harshly as the bed hitted the wall and gently caresses your throat before squeezes enough to leave a handprint but not enough to cut off your airway.

You bite your lips harshly until they bleed and Leon leans down and licks your lips, both of you were covered in sweat from head to toe.

“I'm gonna cum, Leon.” you warned as your back arched off the bed. Leon grunts and starts hitting your g spot harder than he was before making you yelp in pleasure “Cum sugarplum.” Leon demanded.

You came around his cock harshly, your body shaking in pleasure as you held onto him. Leon cums right after you and falls limp into your arms he gently kisses your neck and ear and whispers “I can never get enough of you.”

You blush from his words and caresses his face gently and whispers “I love you, Leon.”

Leon leans up and hovers over you again and whispers “I love you too.” He leans down and presses his forehead against yours as he holds you close.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x fem reader #leon kennedy smut

[issa-pheonyx]

Select Your Story💀

Began in: August 22, 2023

Updated in: October 10, 2023

ANY FOLLOWERS READING THIS PAY ATTENTION TO THIS LINK, THANK YOU: Under 18? Do not intrude...

Please, read FAQ {Must Read]👹 for more info on what specific content and tropes I mainly do before sending asks/requests. Anyways, back to your bookmarks where you left off. Besitos~💋

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Resident Evil

Headcanons:

Stupid Mutt [Yandere-sub!Leon X GN!Reader]🔪🌶️

Left Behind [Puppy!Abandoned!Leon X Pre-Owner!Reader]

Best Friends Forever [Yandere-bestie!Chris X GN!Reader]🔪

Cut Me Up [Yandere-sub!Krauser X GN!Reader]🔪🌶️

My Puppy Sugar Daddy [CEO-Leon X Fem!Reader]🌶️

Gentle Giant [Carlos X Reader]

Opposites Attract [RE2!Leon X Goth!Reader]🔪

Scenarios:

Roles Reversed [Umbrella!Leon X Agent!GN!Reader]

Super Soldier Down [Yandere!Piers Nivans X BSAA!GN!Reader]🔪

Bad Dog [Yandere-sub!Puppy!Leon X Fem!Reader]🔪🌶️

Break My Heart Again [Leon S. Kennedy X GN!Reader (ANGST)]

He Don't Bite [Yandere-sub!Puppy!Leon X Fem!Reader]🔪🌶️

Desperate To Please [Yandere-sub!Krauser X Fem!Agent!Reader!]🔪🌶️

Pick Me, Take Me [Yandere-sub!Plaga!Krauser&Leon X Fem!Agent!Reader]🔪🌶️

You're My Bitch Neow [CEO-sub!Leon X Fem!Reader]🌶️

Two Heads Are Better Than One [CEO-sub!Leon&Chris X Fem!Reader]🌶️

Imagines:

Rambles:

Re2 VS Re4 Leon [Soft and Stern Leon]

Devil May Cry

Headcanons:

Demon Dog [Yandere-sub!Dante X GN!Reader (DMC3)]🔪🌶️

In Denial, Not Scared [Yandere-sub!Vergil X GN!Reader (DMC5)]🔪🌶️

Scenarios:

Imagines:

Rambles:

Silent Hill

Headcanons:

Unforgivable Actions [Yandere!James X GN!Reader]🔪

Scenarios:

Imagines:

Rambles:

MW2 (COD)

Headcanons:

Scenarios:

Eat It Up [Yandere-sub!Konig X Fem!Soldier!Reader]🔪🌶️

Imagines:

Sit On It [Needy-sub!Konig X GN!Reader]🌶️

Rambles:

Spiderman ATSV

Headcanons:

Kitty Kat [Yandere-sub!Kitty!Miguel X Owner!Reader]🔪🌶️

Scenarios:

Stay Quiet For Once [Sub-Miguel X Fem!Reader]🌶️

Imagines:

Rambles:

Slashers

Headcanons:

The Neighbor Next Door [Yandere!Michael Myers X Childhood-neighbor!GN!Reader]🔪

Scenarios:

Imagines:

Rambles:

Mortal Kombat

Headcanons:

The Fun Uncle [Being Johnny's Niece]

Hollywood's Favorite [Uncle!Johnny Cage Intros]

Oh My Sweetheart [Smoke X Reader]

Scenarios:

Imagines:

Rambles:

Series

-Resident Evil

Yandere!Lord Dimitrescu&Sons X Fem!Reader🔪 [Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Part 4]

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A fair warning as I do take a lot of time to write drafts. Plus, with updating here due to my scheduled as stated in my FAQ page. When seeing the 🔪 next to the story it is yandere related, but when it doesn't it is NON-yandere related. Same applies with spicy ones that has a 🌶️ and highly advised minors to NOT intervene with my work as you will be blocked. No exceptions. Come back anytime, stranger~👹

#masterlist #issapheonyxmasterlist #resident evil #devil may cry #silent hill #mdni #no minors allowed #cod mw2

[bmodiwrites]

Hi friends! I'm dabbling in tomgreg, again. Don't worry, though - I'll be back steddieing very soon (there are like... four WIPS on the way!) I thought it'd be fun to dabble with sugar daddy esque Tom. Here's hoping you guys enjoy! Catch a sneak peek of the fic below, then head over to AO3 to read the rest. It's spicy, so minors DNI!

It becomes Tom’s sole responsibility in that moment to fix this glaringly obvious problem.

There’s a little work that goes into the whole thing – while Tom understands himself and his own sense of style, he’s still getting to know Greg. Tall isn’t a measurement that can be used to make someone a custom shirt. Which means there’s no way around being a little creepy to find out Greg’s size.

Of course, the odd touching and weird comments that make Greg bend over enough to see down the back of his shirt give Tom an opportunity to indulge the unchecked crush blossoming further by the day. Their weird connection upon first meeting (that Tom absolutely ruins in his hasty to overcome nerves and the funny feeling of love at first sight) lit something in Tom that’s refusing to putter out into the snuffed out thing it already is. Or, well, should be.

So, Tom indulges himself while collecting the needed data to fulfill his task. After he gets the numerical information, Tom does nothing to stop himself from continuing the arm grazes and long looks. He’s so used to it by now that it’s too big of a burden to even consider. It’s not like Greg does anything about it, anyway. In fact, Tom is almost positive that Greg moves into his touch. Or maybe that’s just the wishful thinking Tom can’t allow himself to put to rest.

Either way, the indulging does not stop.

When the shirt eventually comes in, Tom thanks his tailor for the last minute addition – his usual order is pristine as always, earning Leon a nice tip. Tom can’t wait until he’s home to take a peek at his commission and isn’t disappointed with the result.

The black of the shirt is deep and dark, beautiful because of its shadowlike nature. Tom’s thumb stopped on the example tab while flipping through the palette book thoughtlessly, like the thought of black enhancing the paleness of Greg’s creamy skin is an everyday thing. Sadly, it probably is.

Either way, Tom is happy to note the buttons are thick and durable, even at the cuff. Greg is a clumsy nuisance who’s like Bambi on ice at his best. Providing him with a garment that’s both pretty and made to last is Tom’s way of showing care. He hopes to see the soft, obviously high quality fabric of this shirt for a long time to come.

He’s meticulous in the way he packs it later that night. It came in a nondescript black box but Tom is hoping to impress. He buys a fancy gift box and folds it like he’s seen his own shirts a billion times before. It looks professional and classy – just like the man Tom wants Greg to be.

Despite being stoked about researching for and buying the gift, Tom can’t stand the thought of being there when Greg opens it up. He’s got this stealth plan that frees him from having to experience Greg’s reaction first hand. It’s so good, the plan that is, that Tom is cheery and upbeat throughout the entire day. People give him a wide birth but that’s just as well – not having to mop up other people’s bullshit adds a yummy cherry on top to a pretty good day.

After waiting until he’s almost certain everyone is gone, Tom sets things in motion. He sends a text to Greg about getting him a coffee for the road. When he hears the squeak of Greg retreating to do Tom’s bidding (just like the very good boy that he is,) Tom pulls out the box and makes quick work of putting it on Greg’s desk.

He’s seconds away from being in the clear when the intoxicating sent of tobacco infiltrates Tom’s senses. Greg is back and Tom is still there, lingering around Greg’s desk. The perfect day is quickly flying downhill at a terrifying speed. There’s nothing he can do to salvage the situation, so Tom does his best asshole impression, instead.

“Took you long enough, Gregory,” Tom says, turning around to snatch a nonexistent coffee cup from Greg’s hands. “What happened? Where’s my coffee?” The exasperation in his voice is real, though it’s not Greg’s fault.

It is a convenient excuse, however.

Greg looks flabbergasted, stuck between staring at Tom, his empty hand, and the obviously out of place box amongst his things. Tom, because he’s close to a breakdown already, is having a hard time not laughing it all. Karma is speaking loudly to him now, heckling Tom ruthlessly for his attempt at being a good person.

Thankfully, Greg’s broken up speech brings Tom back from the edge of a very embarrassing spiral.

“I uh – what’s that?” Greg asks, bypassing all of Tom’s questions in favor of honing in on something shiny and new. It’s the exact reaction that Tom wants, though there’s mixed feelings churning in his gut because he’s here to see it. His imaginings aren’t nearly as good as the real thing – that spells trouble for Tom, he can already tell. Being here, seeing this – Tom’s not sure he can recover.

Read the rest on AO3!

#tomgreg #tom wambsgans x greg hirsch #greg hirsch x tom wambsgans #greg hirsch #tom wambsgans #gregory hirsch #succession #bobbie writes #you own my nights

[tenthgrove]

Sorry if this is too long, but I'd be curious to see how you'd rank all your yanderes, on a scale of nicest to most cruel.

- 🧲 anon

Interesting question! This got way longer than expected, so I'm putting it under cut

14th: Bruno Bucciarati- The only yandere on my list where its possible to never even know he was a yandere. Never lets you think he has any sort of power over you, and lets you do whatever you want so long as you stay in his ‘protection.’

13th: Squalo and Tiziano- Basically just sugar daddies but without the expectation of sex. (Oh, and you’re forced to live with them.) So long as you sleep in their house and don’t tell your friends they’re making you stay with them, you can do anything you want.

12th: Risotto Nero- Who would have thought that a man so intimidating could be La Squadra’s least cruel yandere? First on the list to outright kidnap you, Risotto makes up for it with his especially gentle treatment, and the fact he works to minimise how much he scares you throughout the whole ordeal.

11th: Formaggio- Probably would have come out behind Risotto if he hadn’t scared the living daylights out of you by burning your neighbour’s house down. Anyway, Formaggio comes so low on the list because he’s probably the least intimidating of anyone on La Squadra, and probably the hardest to make angry/upset at you.

10th: Leone Abbacchio- The last yandere on the list to not just kidnap you, Abbacchio scores higher than Bucciarati and Squalo/Tiziano mostly because his incentive to stay with him (he made you homeless) is far more cruel. Then again, he gives you a high level of freedom, so it could be worse.

9th: Vinegar Doppio- A very intimidating yandere early on, Doppio’s saving grace is that after getting over their early fears almost any darling would be able to turn the tables on him through manipulation, getting back their old freedoms and making him beholden to them.

8th: Pesci- Another yandere like Doppio who starts out quite forceful but tones things down quickly for the sake of their darling’s happiness. If you don’t mind being chained to the bed for a couple weeks, you might even be able to move back into your old house alone for a while (probably the only one on the list who would allow that!)

7th: Guido Mista- Does this count as kidnapping? You’re forced to agree to stay in your house at gunpoint but you can still do your own thing when he isn’t visiting. To be honest, the fact he threatens you with a gun that one time is the only reason he’s so high on the list.

6th: Prosciutto- Not a stuffy 50s patriarch, but there are some other things that leave him with a fairly high score. Mainly, he’s one of the few yanderes on the list who wants to considerably restrict your freedoms in the long term, though to his credit, he does have genuine reason to do so beyond a selfish desire to be near you.

5th: Illuso- To be honest it’s mainly just his personality that scores him so high. There’s nothing particularly cruel about him and he will let you out the mirror world once you grovel enough, but his natural reluctance to apologise and admit fault makes it hard to reconcile over the initial abduction.

4th: Ghiaccio- Okay this poor boy would not want to be placing so high but you have to face facts his temper is quite terrifying. Though he would never hurt you his emotional rampages would definitely put the fear of god in you, and his abduction method is one of the more scary to go through.

3rd: Melone- The thing the top three have in common is they all want to intentionally give you Stockholm syndrome. Though Melone does not make any physical threats like the two after him, the fact is he’s still giving you behavioural conditioning, even if he’s on the surface nice about it.

2nd: Sorbet and Gelato- Sorry to my beloveds (not sorry at all actually) but Sorbet and Gelato are pretty scary yanderes by the standards of this blog. Crimes include keeping you aware for your entire abduction just to see how you react, keeping you in the same basement they regularly kill people in (at least you’re cut off with a curtain), threatening to outright torture you if you seriously act up (even if they wouldn’t go through with it), and of course, their general demeanours which are terrifyingly ambiguous and terrifyingly clingy respectively.

1st: Cioccolata and Secco- Is anyone surprised? This is mold bastard we’re talking about. To his credit, he is very kind to you as far as his usual treatment goes (for one you’re never threatened with surgery without anaesthetic) but he still does certain things nobody else on this list would even dream of, like giving you surgery to temporarily disable you and threatening to off those close to you and make you watch. Secco is nicer but supports anything Cioccolata does, so no points there.

#small asks #mini requests #la squadra #la squadra x reader #team bucciarati #team bucciarati x reader #la unita #la unita x reader #yandere cw

[peakyxtommy]

Baby’s First Christmas

Summary: Enjoying Baby’s First Christmas with Bonnie, John, & Isaiah. 

A/N: Request by @peakyrogers  , hope you enjoy! Happy New Year! Wishing you the best this year!

Bonnie: 6m (Son)

It was the big day in the Gold household. It was Aiden's first Christmas. You and Bonnie loved the holiday and always decorated your home accordingly. It was even more fun now that you had your son with you both. You took photos at the beginning of the month and made homemade Christmas cards for your family and friends. You were putting the last sock on your son’s foot before you heard the doorbell ring and loud shouts coming from the door. 

You watch as your son’s eyes jump open even wider at the noises. 

“I think our family is here to visit Aiden.” You laugh at him before bringing him into your arms, kissing the top of his head.

“If it isn’t the spitting image of my son or what?” Aberama throws his hands toward you as you come down the stairs. You hand your son over to his grandfather, going to stand next to Bonnie. 

“I think so more and more everyday” You respond but with looking Bonnie straight in his eyes as he gives you a warm smile. You give him a chaste kiss enjoying the feeling of his lips on yours. 

“Eww, enough you two. You already have one here for the party, wait until we leave to start cracking at number two.” His sister speaks, taking your son out his grandfather’s arms moving to sit on the couch next to the tree. 

“Let’s open some presents.”  Aberama speaks. 

You take a seat on the floor by the tree and help Bonnie pass out presents one by one. Everyone takes turns opening them and you sit your son down and help him open a few presents but he enjoyed the paper more. 

“At least he’s having fun love.” Bonnie speaks as your son squeals in delight at the paper he’s playing with. As the day progressed with dinner, sweets, and hot chocolate. The baby went to bed on time but you and Bonnie went to bed way past your bedtime too busy talking off the sugar rush from the day. 

John: 9m (Daughter)

“Miss Emerson, I think you’re almost ready!” John cheers as your nine month old daughter is standing up holding on to the table in front of her bounce on her small feet, as he sits behind her encouraging her movements. 

“John, let the poor girl rest. You’ve been at it all week, yeah. Can’t tire her out before presents and on the night before her first Christmas at that hun.” You bend down to give him a kiss, feeling the cool metal of his rings brush against your skin as he tries to deepen it. 

“You better behave or you won’t get your present from Santa.” You playfully smack his chest as he licks his lips. 

“I called and talked to Santa today personally myself. Do you want to know what he said?” He says in a cocky tone with the smirk to match.

“What did Santa tell you Mr.Shelby?” You humor him right back, enjoying teasing each other.

“He told me you were on the naughty list and I was free to punish you.” His warm breath whispers into the shell of your ear. 

“Well, if that’s true. I’ll be ready at a more suitable hour and I'll accept whatever punishment there is to offer. But for now we have a bedtime story and cookies that need to be laid out. So I need you to wrangle the crew for hot chocolate and remind Katie to bring the book down.” 

“That’s a lot of things to do.” 

“Well I'm sure you can make due.” You kiss him quick before going off to the kitchen to start the first batch of hot chocolate, while John took Emerson and went upstairs to get the rest of the children who were playing together. 

 Soon enough you were dropping Emerson in her crib and John was handling the other three. You went back downstairs to find your husband sipping on Santa’s whiskey and eating the first of quite a few cookies on the plate.

“We have some quick cleaning to do and then we can enjoy the rest of our evening alone Father Christmas.” You speak pouring your own small glass of whiskey and enjoy a cookie as John stared at you with total lust. It wasn’t long before you tangled in his arms as the moonlight glistened through the windows.

-

It felt like it wasn’t much longer until the sun was peeking through the windows and the thumps of footsteps and loud whispers were heard as the door was creaking open with your rambunctious children.

“Merry Christmas.” You hear your son Avery speak as your eyes meet his and help lift him onto the bed as Katie and John do the same until the whole crew is in your bed which wasn’t an uncommon occurrence in your home. 

“Can we open our presents?” Robert, your second son asks John as he sits in between you two as Emerson is sitting on John’s chest. 

“Yes, but everyone needs to make sure they brush their teeth and wash their face first. Then go downstairs and we’ll be down in a couple of minutes.” He speaks with a soft but serious tone as the children cheer rushing off to do as they were told. 

“Merry Christmas Dad.” You kiss John’s cheek. “Happy first Christmas to my sweet girl.” You say to Emerson who was babbling to herself as she sat on the bed between you and John. 

“Merry Christmas doll. Let's get ready for the day, got loads to do today.” He takes Emerson getting up and grabbing his robe off the chair. You follow suit getting yourself freshened up as John takes care of Emerson’s needs. You make it down stairs before them and watch as your kids chat among themselves about what Santa might have gotten them. John and Emerson come two minutes later and he lets the kids begin opening their presents as you go to heat Emerson a bottle to eat while her siblings open presents. 

She eats content on the couch as John helps the children. When she’s done eating, you sit her on the floor by the tree next to John who helps her open her presents. It’s the cutest sight really, watching the man you love interact with all your children. He had his own love and devotion toward them, but he would always have a face of softness reserved for them only.

Once breakfast is finished and the kids are content in the living room playing with their toys as a Christmas movie plays in the background, John was back in his usual spot with Emerson trying to get her to walk yet again.  

“Love I think she finally has it. Switch spots with me.” He speaks with excitement in his voice.

“Come on Emery. Come to daddy.” He cheers, clapping his hands and holding them open for her as you begin helping her walk the small length until she takes off on her own for just a few steps before falling into John’s lap.

“See, I knew you could do it! I told your mummy so!” He lifts her into the air kissing her cheeks as she laughs from the attention. You couldn’t be any happier on Christmas day than to be surrounded by your big beautiful family. 

Isaiah: 11ms (twins girl and boy)

  “Love we have to get going or we’re going to be late to mass and my dad will have our heads.” Your husband of five years stresses to you as you finish putting on your heeled boots.

“Alright, I’m almost ready. Get the kids in their car seats and I’ll help you bring them to the car okay?” You look up at him to see him give you a small smile knowing that you weren’t the cause of his stress but his father who asked him to give the opening and closing prayer to the service. He simply leaves the room to go back to your fraternal twins. You check your purse to make sure you have everything and the diaper bag as well. You zip up your coat and grab the bags making your way down stairs to see your husband at the door with both babies in their car seats wide awake. 

“The doors on the car are open but be careful it’s a little slippery out.” He gives you your son, Leon, to take to the passenger side of the backseat while he takes your daughter, pearl, to the other half. Once everyone was strapped in, he began the short drive to the church. You would arrive just in time to grab your seats and for Isaiah to see his dad who looked like he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw you all walk through the door. 

The service goes by pretty quickly with the songs, message, children play, and then lighting of the candles. You find yourselves talking with the congregation and Jeremiah to remind what time to come for presents and breakfast in the morning. You were headed back home because it was way past the kids bedtime. When you get in, you change them and place them down for the night. You and Isaiah took a quick shower together and made love in bed before falling asleep.

-

The next morning you found yourself at the tree with Isaiah and your twins in a circle at the tree as Jeremiah watched from the couch with a huge smile on his face. You watched as the twins took turns opening their presents to the best of their abilities and getting excited at the mess the wrapping paper was creating. Shoving every little toy in your face as it was revealed to them so they knew that you saw it. 

“I have a special gift for you!” Isaiah hands you a box and you open it to see two tickets and a new silk dress. 

“This is too much Isaiah. You’re too good to me.”

“That’s not all and we’ll be spending a three day weekend in London too, just the two of us. Dad’s going to watch the twins.” He winks at you as you feel the butterflies in your stomach grow even after all this time together. 

“That sounds lovely, thank you.” You smile at him and his father. Once you clean up the wrapping papers you settle down for brunch with Isaiah and his father. Once it’s over, you put the twins down for a nap and the two of you decide to take a nap as well. That when he asks you a serious question.

“Do you want to have another baby soon?”

“Yes, we can. Right after the twin’s first birthday. Now let’s sleep.” You kiss his lips confirming the decision. You rest your head on his rest as his arms tight around your waist. You both fall asleep together.

#Peaky Blinders #peaky blinders preference #holiday imagine #peakyholiday #peakyxtommy #holiday prompts #john shelby x reader #bonnie gold x reader #isaiah jesus x reader #john shelby #Bonnie Gold #isaiah jesus

[ibuki-loves-you]

Masterlist 2

Trigger Happy Havoc (THH)

Makoto Naegi

Trigger Happy Havoc boys with an S/O who acts like Mikan

Byakuya Togami

Trigger Happy Havoc boys with an S/O who acts like Mikan

(Text) Anon Hate Comfort ([Part 1] Izuru, Byakuya, and Chiaki)

Sayaka Maizono

Trigger Happy Havoc Girls with an S/O who is like Mikan

Leon Kuwata

Trigger Happy Havoc boys with an S/O who acts like Mikan

Chihiro Fujisaki

(Text) Gundham, Mikan, and Chihiro getting a suggestive text from their S/O

Trigger Happy Havoc boys with an S/O who acts like Mikan

(Text) Anon Hate Comfort ([Part 4] Rantaro, Hajime, and Chihiro)

Mondo Owada

Gundham, Kiibo, Kazuichi, and Mondo with the Ultimate Lion Tamer!S/O

Trigger Happy Havoc boys with an S/O who acts like Mikan

Mondo with an Age-Regresser!S/O

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

Trigger Happy Havoc boys with an S/O who acts like Mikan

Celestia Ludenberg

Trigger Happy Havoc Girls with an S/O who is like Mikan

Sakura Ogami

Trigger Happy Havoc Girls with an S/O who is like Mikan

Kyoko Kirigiri

Trigger Happy Havoc Girls with an S/O who is like Mikan

Anon Hate Comfort: Kyoko

Yasuhiro Hagakure

Trigger Happy Havoc boys with an S/O who acts like Mikan

Aoi Asahina

Trigger Happy Havoc Girls with an S/O who is like Mikan

Goodbye Despair (SDR2)

Hajime Hinata

Nagito and Hajime who are trying to win their S/O back after a fight

SDR2 boys with an S/O who is like Mikan

We'll meet again... (Hajime Hinata x Reader)

Nagito and Hajime with a slim thick S/O

Komahina finding out their S/O is being bullied

(Text) Hajime, Nagito, Shuichi, and Kokichi texting their dead!S/O

(Text) Anon Hate Comfort ([Part 4] Rantaro, Hajime, and Chihiro)

Nagito Komaeda

Hajime taking his S/O to New York

SDR2 Boys with an S/O who is like Ibuki

Nagito and Hajime who are trying to win their S/O back after a fight

SDR2 boys with an S/O who is like Mikan

Nagito and Hajime with a slim thick S/O

Killed for a Hopeful Future (Nagito Komaeda x Reader)

Killed for a Hopeful Future [Part 2] (Nagito x Reader)

(Text) Mental Health Support from Nagito

Nagito with an S/O who has squishy thighs and big breasts who decides to wear a bikini

Nagito Komaeda Domestic Imagine

Komahina finding out their S/O is being bullied

(Text) Nagito reminding his S/O to take their medication

Nagito surprising his S/O by dying his hair his natural hair color

Nagito with an Ultimate Songwriter!S/O

Piano Lessons (Nagito Komaeda x Reader)

(Text) Nagito and Kokichi texting their S/O who is on a trip

(Text) Hajime, Nagito, Shuichi, and Kokichi texting their dead!S/O

Nagito and Korekiyo with an S/O who doesn't speak Japanese

(Text) Anon Hate Comfort ([Part 2] Nagito and Korekiyo)

Safe and Sound (Nagito Komaeda x Reader)

Nagito with an affectionate S/O who has large breasts

Nagito falling for a Reserve Course!Reader

Nagito with an S/O who has unhealthy eating habits

(Slight NSFW) Nagito in marshmallow hell

Nagito comforting his overworked S/O

(Text) Nagito having a sporadic burst of affection

(Slight NSFW) S/O calling Nagito their sugar daddy to mess with Hajime

(Text) Nagito being clingy towards his S/O

Byakuya Twogami (Imposter)

(Text and NSFW) Nagito hinting at his S/O that he is horny

SDR2 Boys with an S/O who is like Ibuki

SDR2 Boys with an S/O who is like Ibuki

Mahiru Koizumi

None yet

Peko Pekoyama

None yet

Ibuki Mioda

None yet

Hiyoko Saionji

None yet

Mikan Tsumiki

(Text) Gundham, Mikan, and Chihiro getting a suggestive text from their S/O

Izuru Kamukura

SDR2 boys with an S/O who is like Mikan

(NSFW) Izuru Kamukura with an S/O who has to wear a maid dress due to losing a bet [Part 2]

(Text) Anon Hate Comfort ([Part 1] Izuru, Byakuya, and Chiaki)

Nekomaru Nidai

Izuru Kamukura Fluff Alphabet

SDR2 Boys with an S/O who is like Ibuki

SDR2 Boys with an S/O who is like Ibuki

Gundham Tanaka

Gundham, Kiibo, Kazuichi, and Mondo with the Ultimate Lion Tamer!S/O

SDR2 boys with an S/O who is like Mikan

(Text) Gundham, Mikan, and Chihiro getting a suggestive text from their S/O

Chiaki Nanami

Gundham Tanaka NSFW Alphabet

SDR2 Boys with an S/O who is like Ibuki

(Text) Anon Hate Comfort ([Part 1] Izuru, Byakuya, and Chiaki)

Sonia Nevermind

None yet

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

SDR2 boys with an S/O who is like Mikan

Kazuichi Soda

(Text) Anon Hate Comfort ([Part 5] Fuyuhiko and Komaru)

SDR2 Boys with an S/O who is like Ibuki

Korekiyo, Kazuichi, and Gonta with the Ultimate Voice Actor!S/O who has the personality mix of Akane and Miu

Gundham, Kiibo, Kazuichi, and Mondo with the Ultimate Lion Tamer!S/O

SDR2 boys with an S/O who is like Mikan

Akane Owari

Love Letter: Kazuichi and Gundham

SDR2 Boys with an S/O who is like Ibuki

None yet

Killing Harmony (DRV3)

Shuichi Saihara

(Text) Shuichi with an S/O who has a typing quirk

Saimatsu overworking themselves and S/O taking care of them

(Text) Hajime, Nagito, Shuichi, and Kokichi texting their dead!S/O

Shuichi, Rantaro, and Kaede thinking their S/O is cheating on them but it's their identical twin

Rantaro Amami

(Text) Anon Hate Comfort ([Part 4] Rantaro, Hajime, and Chihiro)

Shuichi, Rantaro, and Kaede thinking their S/O is cheating on them but it's their identical twin

Kaede Akamatsu

Saimatsu overworking themselves and S/O taking care of them

Shuichi, Rantaro, and Kaede thinking their S/O is cheating on them but it's their identical twin

Kaede Akamatsu NSFW Alphabet

(Text) S/O convincing Kaede to take a break and come cuddle

Ryoma Hoshi

None yet

Kirumi Tojo

None yet

Angie Yonaga

None yet

Tenko Chabashira

None yet

Korekiyo Shinguji

Korekiyo, Kazuichi, and Gonta with the Ultimate Voice Actor!S/O who has the personality mix of Akane and Miu

Nagito and Korekiyo with an S/O who doesn't speak Japanese

(Text) Anon Hate Comfort ([Part 2] Nagito and Korekiyo)

Miu Iruma

Miu with an S/O who is just as chaotic as her

Gonta Gokuhara

Korekiyo, Kazuichi, and Gonta with the Ultimate Voice Actor!S/O who has the personality mix of Akane and Miu

Kokichi Oma

(Text) Kokichi getting a suggestive text from his S/O

(Text) Nagito and Kokichi texting their S/O who is on a trip

(Text) Hajime, Nagito, Shuichi, and Kokichi texting their dead!S/O

Kokichi with an ISFJ!S/O

Kokichi with an S/O who is triggered by the word 'gentle'

Kaito Momota

None yet

K1-B0

Gundham, Kiibo, Kazuichi, and Mondo with the Ultimate Lion Tamer!S/O

(Text) Kiibo texting his S/O that feels alone

K1-B0 NSFW Alphabet

Maki Harukawa

None yet

Himiko Yumeno

None yet

Tsumugi Shirogane

None yet

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 2

Rating: Explicit. 18+

‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it’s own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV.

Summary: You’re Peter’s classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don’t know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you’re lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!

A/N: Bad girls are sad girls! Always wondered what goes through the mind of a spoiled, rich but intelligent and perceptive teenager? Have you found yourself craving that adrenaline rush, the danger of a forbidden fruit? Okay. That was cheesy as hell. Gross.

Let’s try again. Sarcasm? Check. Vine references? Hell yes! Crude humour? Check. Blunt honesty? Double check. We’re living in a Lana del Rey song, ladies.

The author doesn’t actually condone codependent relationships in real life. This is a filthy little fantasy. Enjoy, deviants.

THE TAG LIST IS NOW OPEN! @vozit​ @another-stark-sub ​ @mostly-marvel-musings​

Beta read by the lovely and patient @miscmarvelwritings  ! She deserves all the love 💙

Peter woke me up at eight AM the next morning like the little shit that he was, demanding I make him pancakes. It wasn’t the first time I’ve had the joy to experience him in the morning and he knew exactly how to antagonise me enough to make him the special pancakes he liked so much. They had become kind of a ritual whenever he stayed over at my house, which was quite often - teachers liked me enough to pair me up with one of the most sensible kids for any projects that couldn’t be done alone by yours truly on her own.

I put on my yesterday’s dress, applied moisturizer and obediently trotted behind an excitedly mumbling Peter. The kitchen was large, beautiful and delightfully empty of any resident superheroes. I’ve indirectly crossed paths with all of the tower’s residents hanging around Tony, but I’ve yet had to speak more than polite niceties to any of them. 

Spying a bowl of boiled eggs and some sort of weird salad alongside half burned toast on the counter, I suddenly understood why Peter demanded his pancakes. I strictly instructed the disaster child to stay away from my cooking process and set to work with one ear listening to his ramblings and a headphone in the other. 

A set of thumping footsteps appeared behind me as I was pouring the batter for the first pancake. Their owner loudly sat down next to Peter, sighing, groaning, generally making “I’m not a morning person” sounds.

“Good morning, Mr. Barnes,” Peter’s tone was way, way too chipper.

“‘mrng,” The Sergeant grumbled. “Who’s this and why is she making pancakes?”

I turned around, spatula at the ready. “It’s me,” We’ve actually met before, but Barnes had left before I could even come over from my side of the work bench to say hello.

He nodded in acknowledgement after giving me a suspicious once-over. “One of Stark’s science children. I’m James but you can call me Bucky,” His voice sounded rough and gravely, and he clutched a coffee cup half the size of my head.

I snorted. “Science child, sure,” It wasn’t half-bad actually. I wisely choose to ignore the part of being Tony’s. No matter how hot the man was, I wasn’t anybody’s but my own, thank you very much. “Go get the bananas, Nutella and maple syrup, fellow science child.”

Peter scrambled to follow instructions as I plated the pancakes and cut the bananas into neat little rings to fill the sweet circles with. A tablespoon of Nutella, half a sliced banana, wrap, garnish with powdered sugar and pour maple syrup generously on top. I really didn’t see how this could be difficult but any and all attempts to teach Peter how to recreate my masterpiece always ended up in an absolute mess. I turned around to ask Bucky if he wanted any. The look of a man starved answered all my questions.

“You’re a goddess,” Peter moaned around his mouthful, nose smudged white with the powdered sugar.

“Gross, chew first then talk, you neanderthal,” I scoffed, prepping more batter for the second batch of pancakes. I wasn’t sure if everybody would show up but figured it would be rude to exclude them from the sheer magnificence that were my pancakes. I was just that good.

The music in my ear drowned most of Peter’s disgusting chewing noises, thankfully. My second batch vanished into thin air, inhaled by the two males like the garbage disposals that they were. Peter, in particular, ate an alarming quantity of food and I was surprised how he managed to stay so skinny. His daily eating schedule resembled the Hobbits.

More people appeared, this time acting less surprised regarding me standing at the stove. Hawkeye, Black Widow, Scarlet Witch and her brother, all of them wandered in wearing sleep attire with various amusing prints. Thankfully, they mostly kept quiet or chatted with Peter - I would have definitely grumbled if someone tried to talk to me. As far as my body was concerned it was still the middle of the night.

“PANCAKES,” A booming voice announced and I shuddered at the sheer intensity and devotion contained in that one word. Thor.

“Please use your indoor voice,” I snapped reflectively. My brain caught up with what I just did so I hastily backtracked. “Sorry, I’m a bitch in the mornings.”

The blonde man chuckled, coming over to poke his nose into my flurry of pour-flip-fill sequence. Then, with all the grace and manners of a prince, he dipped one (1) large finger into the jar of Nutella and wandered off with it stuck in his mouth. With this turn of events the Nutella was bound to run out sooner than expected.

I turned around, annoyed confusion in plain sight. “The fuck?.. That’s gross, don’t do that,” Finding his brother (adopted!) sitting next to Thor, wearing a haughty smirk, finger still in his mouth. So Loki turned into his brother to steal Nutella from a jar. I sighed. Nobody even batted an eye. “Your alien germs are in there now, double ew.”

“Alien germs? Where?” Bruce entered the kitchen with a tablet under his arm, wearing Hulk themed pajamas, Captain America in tow. I was honestly on the verge of breaking down into hysterical laughter. Domestic Avengers wasn’t something I’d expected to see or experience, ever, much less be a part of. It took a moment for me to remind myself that they were people, too, and each of them was entitled to their own quirks. 

“America, egg-splain,” Peter muttered under his breath, giggling. “Loki stuck his hand in the Nutella jar,” He pointed at said jar. “She got grumpy,” Peter pointed at me. “Don’t make her grumpy, please, I want more pancakes,” And turned his pleading puppy eyes in my direction again.

“This is indentured servitude,” I pointed my spatula at the little shit. “You just had, like, ten.” But I made more batter nonetheless. I must admit it was kind of cool, seeing the earth’s mightiest defenders so relaxed. And Pete being happy, that was just… The best. I don’t know how to explain it. His eternal cheerfulness was highly contagious.

Chuckles filled up the room, the adults chatting and bickering amongst themselves while they patiently waited for their own breakfast. 

“Do you need some help?” Bruce approached me after stopping to fetch himself a cup of tea. It smelled strongly of tangy herbs and honey.

“I need more Nutella and bananas,” I admitted, surveying the sheer amount of people I had to feed. I didn’t doubt the Captain and two Asgardians had an appetite to match Peter’s which meant a literal extra set of condiments was required. Thankfully, Bruce fetched them for me, coming to a stop next to me. “Anything else?”

“You know, I tried making these with Peter and he just ended up with powdered sugar and chocolate all over himself,” I mused, noting the way Banner was carefully observing the assembly of a pancake. “You think Doctor seven-phds can manage to add a few toppings to a pancake without causing a disaster?“ 

Bruce rolled his eyes fondly, bumping me with his hip. "I’m no Clint Barton when it comes to cooking but at least I don’t burn my toast like Steve,” True to his word, his hands made swift motions of filling, wrapping and plating each individual pancake. They were almost as good as mine albeit more messy. I had lots of practice though. We finished off a batch in companionable silence, sounds of the team and my music playing in the background. 

I didn’t notice when I started swaying to the rhythm, catching a confused look from Bruce. I brushed back my hair, revealing a wireless headphone in my ear and he chuckled in understanding. “What are you listening to?”

“Right now? Kings of Leon,” I said, leaning towards him so he could hear the chorus “Use Somebody” currently occupying my right ear. 

“I like them, too,” He said, his cheek gently touching mine. His hands slowed on the pancake, a soft hum vaguely reminding me of the song’s melody emanating from his throat. “What else do you usually listen to?”

“Mostly heavier stuff, but I have a whole separate playlist dedicated to mid-2000s bops,” I answered. “I’ve heard I’m quite old school when it comes to music.”

“Well, I am an old man, so…” Bruce grinned mischievously. “But my guilty pleasure is Lady Gaga,” He admitted with a laugh.

I laughed, too. The image of his dancing in his lab to Born This Way was too much for my brain and I hung my head, fighting giggles. Bruce bumped me with his hip again, faking a pout. “Okay, okay, that was a fucking hilarious image, you go dude,” I finally powered through my struggle to contain laughter. “My own guilty pleasure would be… Umm… Lana Del Rey, I guess.”

Bruce made a vague noise of confusion. I took a brief break from mixing the batter to dig out my second headphone, presenting it to him and switching to a song. “This is what makes us girls”. Despite the fact I have never stolen a car or had a close female friend, the nostalgia was real. “Carmen” followed after the first song and I silently thanked whatever deity that “You can be the boss” was taken out of Spotify - I don’t think I was prepared to share that kind of information with a lab partner. An older, handsome lab partner. Wait… Where did that come from?

“I like it,” He said after the song ended and my more usual stuff began playing. “It suits you, I think.”

I groaned. “Really? I think it’s edgy,” Hiding away the embarrassment, I passed him a tray of freshly baked pancakes, occupying his immediate attention.

“You’re an old soul,” He gave me a lopsided smile. I saw a very faint blush tinting his cheeks, the kind of blush that had me wondering about the meaning behind his words. 

I gave an attempt at a smile in response, the left corner of my mouth barely tilting up. We talked some more about the rock music we shared in our earphones. I had a lot of 80s hair metal and 90s grunge in my playlist. Bruce was not a Curt Cobain man but enjoyed the works of his legacy, Marcy Playground. 

A tan hand wormed its way between me and Bruce, snatching a handful of banana slices and disappeared just as swiftly. “Tonyyy,” Bruce groaned, picking up another banana to replace the stolen pieces.

The spatula in my hand became a weapon as I blindly aimed at the target behind my back. A loud “ow” indicated I hit it. When I turned around, Tony was clutching the side of his face, a hurt look in his eyes and cheeks stuffed full of stolen goods. I stared him square in the face, absolutely refusing to acknowledge the fact that he was shirtless - the arc reactor glowed brightly in the middle of his toned chest. Fuck.

His chest was honestly what I was aiming for. I constantly kept forgetting how short he actually was. There was this one time when Tony had to put his arms around me to steady a piece of tech - he felt huge, hard and enormous around me. 

“What’s that for, Princess?” He finally chewed through his food and found his voice.

“For being a Tony,” I retorted. “Stay away from my workspace and wait for your breakfast like everybody else.”

���Hey! This is my kitchen,” He whined immediately, like the adult man that he was. I nearly cried from how adorable his face became, eyebrows scrunched up. “I don’t want to wait! And why does he,” Tony’s finger accusingly pointed at Bruce, “Get the bananas?!”

“Because he’s Brucie-bear,” I stuck my nose up in the air when Bruce’s arm wrapped around my waist. “He’s my science father,” I stuck my tongue out at Tony, seeing Bruce’s triumphant smile. Banner used every opportunity to get back at Tony’s incessant sass. 

The gleaming in Tony’s eyes should have alarmed me. “But he’s not your science daddy,” Tony’s flirting was accompanied by a salacious eyebrow wiggle and Peter’s screech of “OH MY GOD!" 

It took me every ounce of willpower to not flush. It was one of those rare times that I was at a complete loss of words. Thinking on the spot, I gave a very meaningful look to Bruce - thankfully, he got the gist and returned an equally filthy smirk back. Tony gaped.

"Is this how they are in the lab?” The Captain’s quiet voice leaked horrified amusement.

“All.The.Time.” Peter’s resonating groan was followed by Romanoff’s laughter.

We went up to the lab after breakfast. Thankfully Tony stopped his dramatic bitching when I served him my pancakes, scarfing them down much like everybody else. So me and Pete were accompanied by one (1) happy engineer, all three of us tinkering away on a robot that we were supposed to present in our science class in a month. The focus that was required to solder was immense and our usual banter was missing, replaced by an occasional request for a specific tool or a water bottle.

It took a few hours to get the dirty job done even with Tony’s help (technically he wasn’t supposed to but neither me nor Pete had the heart to forbid him from it when the man looked so content and happy soldering away). By the time I uncurled from my spot on the bench, my back was in knots and my dress had oil stains and holes all over it. I immediately went to the nearest water bottle, finishing half of it in seconds, picking up my phone to see if I had any important messages from my mother.

None.

Just a message from Bruce.

I tapped on my phone, idly scrolling through the Instagram app, liking some pictures of people I barely knew and keeping up a general appearance of being very busy. When the ringtone started playing, it took me a whole five seconds to understand it was, in fact, coming from my phone - I certainly wouldn’t put something so… Outrageous as my main tone.

Banner had discovered the power of the internet. You Can Be The Boss played loudly, and it played from my phone and Bruce was calling me. I picked it up, turning around, fighting the incoming laughter. “Yes, Brucie?" 

To say that Tony’s and Peter’s faces were scandalised was nothing. The boy’s face was such a deep shade of red, I started worrying about his blood pressure and Tony’s mouth hung open limply, like he was witnessing the second coming of Christ. 

"Is Tony sufficiently traumatized?” Judging by the breathless tone of his voice, Banner was resisting a mighty laughing fit of his own.

“Oh, absolutely,” I happily chirped.

“Good, keep it up. Come to my lab before you leave,” Banner snorted and then, realising what he’d done, promptly hung up, the tell-tale beginning of a giggle fit abruptly interrupted by a dial tone.

I put the phone in my bag, gathering the rest of my things with a look somewhere between innocence and indifference. At least, I hoped it was - my mind kept jumping between the engineer’s ridiculously scandalised face and the way his mouth went slack, lips moist and soft and plush. That’s a very dangerous trail.

A very dangerous trail I couldn’t resist exploring in the solitude and privacy of my own bedroom, at home.

#bun writes #party favours #tony stark x reader #tony stark x y/n #bruce banner x reader #bruce banner x y/n #stephen strange x reader #Stephen Strange x y/n

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Leon & cuddles 🥰

A Spoonful of Sugar

(A Leon x Honey One Shot)

Word Count: 1500

Warnings: None. Not a one.

A/N: Leon decides to have a conversation with his little girl before she's born. And then five years after. @crabstick requested fluffy Kostas cuddling.

Not long after Leon turned 26, Honey started to show. It was the tiniest bump on the tiniest woman he ever loved. Her stomach, he thought, looked like she had swallowed a small melon. Which Leon thought was funny because every book he secretly perused in the library said the baby was a turnip.

Honey started to wear skirts and dresses more often. Clothes she sewed from scraps or outright stole from Jonny. Occasionally Leon's shirts would end up on her, a belt below her breasts to make it suitable. Anything to hide the coming changes.

They decided her pregnancy was nobody’s business which made their living arrangements harder. Honey and Jonny fought over the bed. Leon was torn between them. He gave up begging Honey to tell just him, just his best friend. But she would hold her stomach and her ground until her fiancé relented.

But then, in the middle of the night, Honey would cry. She would beg Leon’s forgiveness about the secrecy. That she didn't mean to be such a bitch. How she worried she wasn't attached enough to their daughter.

Leon held Honey in his arms and kissed away the tears. “Gracie, it's your body. You aren't a bitch. You’re just scared about being a mum. Your family isn't here to help is all.” He rubbed his nose along the top of her head. “You're really certain the turnip’s a girl?” His family was mostly men. Honey’s family was mostly men. How could they be so lucky?!

Honey would twist herself up in Leon's hair. Her fingers untangled a curl and watched it spring back in place. It crept past his shoulders. There were times she couldn't tell his from hers when they laid together, it was so long now. His mustache and goatee were slowly starting to follow.

“Our daughter from the future told me!” Her sudden laughter rang through Leon’s entire body. “And you! But not you?” Honey’s arm tightened around his waist.

“From the future? Blimey, why would I still look like this if I was from twenty years in the future?! Reckon I'll still be fit at fifty? If that girl was this baby, maybe he was our son?”

Leon started off teasing, but now he grew serious. His green eyes stared at the window while his eyebrows scrunched in thought. There it was, Honey grinned. His mouth slacked open. She kissed it deeply, her tongue a distraction.

Leon pretended to whine her name inside of her lips. Then in one dizzying motion, he laid Honey on her back. She shrieked in delight as he propped up on his arms. His hair hung down in waves on either side of her face before he leaned down to kiss her again.

Honey locked her knees around Leon's hips. She responded to his mouth and tongue when they blazed a path from her breasts to her bellybutton. He held her back in an arched position that made her believe he was going to keep heading south inside of her legs.

When he got to Honey’s stomach, Leon stopped. He brushed just the tip of his nose along the swell in her skin and muscles and womb. He kissed the bump tenderly before pressing the side of his face to it.

“Hello, poppet.” Leon’s greeting was soft and melodic. “I know Mummy talks and sings to you. She is simply mad for you already. Honestly, I am too. I might have to tell her that bit more often.

Honey took a ragged breath. Silent tears spilled down her cheeks. Her fingers combed through Leon’s mane while he kept on holding her and talking. His beard and warm breath sent goose pimples along her skin.

“Mummy says you're going to be a little girl. Are you then? You’ll be the first on both sides. All of your mummy’s side is boys, and I'm the only one on my side. Oh you'll have loads of cousins because I have loads of them, but I'm an only child. Wasn't always like that. My brother died when I was 16. So whether your mama likes it or not, you'll have to accept Uncle Jonny. And Mama will give in to telling him about you. Right?”

Honey snorted and rolled her eyes. She hated when Leon was right. But she also hated only finding out right now Toula and Nick had another son. Still that was her fiancé’s business, and she knew he would've eventually told her when he was ready.

“I think one day you'll have a brother of your own. But you'll be bigger than him and will have to take care of him. Kostas men don't do well without a woman to kick us in the arse,” Leon laughed. He kissed Honey's stomach again.

“Don't tell your mum, but I hope you are like her. Her long hippie hair, and those soft curved hips she's always planting her fists on. Her lovely, big dark eyes and cheek. Bloody hell I hope you have her cheek. I quite resemble a drunk giraffe, so it's best if you look like her.”

“Leon,” Honey tried to interject.

“I mean that! How lucky could I get to have two of you?” Leon squeezed Honey tightly in his arms. He spoke to her as much as her stomach while they both clung to each other. “And I can't bloody wait to find out what she's called.”

Honey had a name in mind, but didn't want to jinx it. “How about Sugar for now?” The moniker came out tentatively. Like she was trying it on for the first time.

He buried his face completely in Honey's body now. There was a humming that his fiancée immediately recognized and whinged playfully, “LEON NOOOO! Don't! I'll sing it for days!”

“A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down!! The medicine go doooownnn!! The medicine go down! Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down! In a most delightful way!” He belted at the top of his lungs with an exaggerated Cockney accent while he sang.

“STOP!!” Honey begged, but Leon only held her like a vice.

“NO!! You're stuck with it as long as we have a little one!”

He reached up and placated his partner with a kiss before lying back down on the pillows beside her. His arms around Honey's shoulder and across her chest. She settled down into his chest before falling asleep immediately. Leon hummed himself to bed not much after.

---

“PAAAPPPAAA!! SING!”

“Seeelinnnaaa it's 4 in the morning. You'll wake the dead with that whinging!! And Sunny!! Enough!”

“Yía yía says Sunny will gobble up flies in his sleep,” the little girl pointed at her brother. His mouth opened wide while he slept nearly upside down in his own bed.

“Oh yeah? Don't you reckon Ben will snatch them first?” The massive raven raised its head from under a wing to gaze at Leon and the little girl. “Πήγαινε πίσω για ύπνο (Go back to sleep).”

To Leon's shock, it obeyed. He turned back to his daughter who stared up at him with her large dark eyes. Honey's eyes. How he loved to look into them. She got to her knees and held his face in her hands, a deadly serious look on her own.

“I need you. To sing me. To sleep, Papa.”

“Am I being threatened by a five year old?!”

Selina batted her eyelashes; Leon snorted. Of course he gave in to her. As long as his little girl breathed, he would do anything for her. Even if that was to sing to her at 4am.

So her daddy scooped her up in his arms. He cuddled her. One large hand cradled her head so she could hear his heart beating for her. Like it did for Honey. Like it did for Nicklaus. And maybe a part of Leon was ashamed, but maybe not, because it drummed loudest for Selina.

“A robin feathering his nest has very little time to rest while gathering her bits of twine and twig,” he sang at about a quarter of the original tempo. The lovely song became a lullaby over the years.

The little girl joined in between yawns, “A spoonful of meee helps the med-cine go down.. Papa?” she asked. “What's that mean?”

“That yucky stuff is better with sugar.”

And that was true Leon thought as he fell asleep sitting up with Selina in his arms. Nicklaus made his world brighter. Honey held him together. But Leon's life was sweeter with Sugar.

Tag: @neuroticpuppy @bisexualnathanyoung @elliethesuperfruitlover @magic-multicolored-miracle @nightmonsters @super-unpredictable98 @vonkimmeren @messengeronthemoon @frogs--are--bitches @070188 @the-freckled-luba @forenschik @firstpersonnarrator @duck-noises @a-ghoulish-tale

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OCPAA

Hall of Fame Dance Challenge, Ontario CA 2019 Results: SOLOS

Rookie League: Beginner

American League: Intermediate

National League: Advanced

High Scores:

Little League Solo (Ages 6 and Under)

1st: Liana Li-’Still Breathing’

2nd: Avery Olson-’Oh La La’

4th: Everleigh Soutas-’Respect’

5th: Jessie Saigusa-’Crazy In Love’

6th: Leighton Godlewski-’Stupid Cupid’

7th (3 way tie): Charlotte Delong-’Wonderful World’

7th (3 way tie): Isabella Schmidt-Yu-’Baby I’m A Star’

8th (tie): Dylan Reuss-’PYT’

10th (tie): Kennady Peterson-’Getting Good at Being Bad’

10th (tie): Cerys Cogswell-’You Are My Sunshine’

Didn’t Place

Audrina Mossembekker-’Great Balls of Fire’

Olivia Gonzalez-’Beat’

Olivia Armstrong-’Live For the Applause’

Ashley Issa-’My Boyfriend’s Back’

Jeanna Garcia-’Wild Child’

Future Hall of Famer Solo, Rookie League (Ages 7-8)

4th: Riley Stem-’Grown’

Future Hall of Famer Solo, American League

5th: Sophia Fleischman-’The Dream’

7th (tie): Kayla Nagel-’WOMAN’

8th: Jessalyn Nguyen-’Steam Heat’

9th: Helena Olaerts-’Boss’

10th (3 way tie): Ariel Lantz-Loza-’Stone Cold’

10th: (3 way tie): Jordyn Rockett-’I’ll Be Your Clown’

Didn’t Place

Alyssa Mastroianni-’Child Within My Heart’

Madelyn Bartolo-’When She Loved Me’

Liliana Mastroianni-’Into the Dark’

Leila Kim-’Jar of Hearts’

Grace Howerton-’Never Saw Blue’

Brady Reuss-’Hallelujah’

Kylie Gonzalez-’My Immortal’

Kylie Gonzalez-’Kill the Lights’

Kayla Nagel-’I Did Some Bad’

Jordyn Rockett-’Wind It Up’

Sara Von Rotz-’Sugar Pie Honey Bunch’

Grace Montano-’Applause’

Brooke Edwards-’Cruella’

Leila Kim-’Locomotion’

Jillian Mahan-’Vanity’

Sophia Fleischman-’Baby’

Future Hall of Famer Solo, National League

8th (3 way tie): Morgan Turner-’Go the Distance’

Didn’t Place

Olivia O’Connell-’Run with Wild Horses’

Alexandra Collins-’Wonderland’

Junior Solo, Rookie League (Ages 9-11)

2nd: Kelsey Pastian-’Work Me Down’

4th (3 way tie): Kaylee Bish-’Runway Walk’

Didn’t Place

Jaidyn Alefosio-’Run the World’

Hannah Gullickson-’Dance With Your Daddy’

Junior Solo, American League

1st: Naia Parker-’One More Time’

4th (3 way tie): Olivia Magni-’Numbers’

4th (3 way tie): Kendyl Fay-’Hold Your Breath’

4th (3 way tie): Hope Edwards-’Fields of Gold’

7th (tie): Ella Montano-’Little Bird’

7th (tie): Alyssa Park-’Like A River’

8th: Rylee Young-’Lost Without You’

Didn’t Place

Alyssa Park-’I’ve Got Rhythm’

Brooke Volkert-’One of the Boys’

Grier Mclarand-’Easy’

Leighton Werner-’On My Own’

Leighton Werner-’Mr Monotony’

Kaedyn Toscano-’Your Girl’

Kate Dunst-’You Don’t Own Me’

Kate Dunst-’Tainted Love’

Naia Parker-’Amen’

Delaney Bojorquez-’Rescue’

Delaney Bojorquez-’Single Ladies’

Isabelle Monge-’Like You Do’

Isabella Monge-’Light’s Out’

Ella Montano-’Wonder’

Arabella Kim-’Let Me Entertain You’

Arabella Kim-’No One Knows Who I Am’

Kendyl Fay-’Weird’

Mackenzie Gregorio-’Bang Bang’

Ashlyn Blanpied-’Something’s Got A Hold of Me’

Zoey Garcia-’Let Me Think About It’

Madelyn Laussade-’Work It’

Kelsey Gampol-’Holding Out For A Hero’

Olivia Magni-’Rhapsody’

Junior Solo, National League

5th (3 way tie): Presslie Novits-’Roses Turn’

9th: Alexa Hedlund-’Seven Nation Army’

Didn’t Place

Dylan Forsman-’Wildest Dreams’

Teresa Smith-’Tiny Dancer’

Kiley Lowe-’Shake and Shimmy’

Emalene Heitz-’Gimme Gimme’

Emalene Heitz-’Make Me Feel’

Brynlee Swinhart-’Fix You’

Keira Pagaza-’Home’

Teen Solo, Rookie League

1st: Cambria Antonelli-’Big Spender’

2nd (tie): Caitlyn Mcnabb-’Emergency’

2nd (tie): Lyla Farnsworth-’Burning Up’

Didn’t Place

Haley Tran-’Bring On the Rain’

Natalia Ferrufino-’River’

Teen Solo, American League

2nd (tie): Sammi Chung-’Blue’

4th (tie): Michelle Cheng-’Labor’

10th (3 way tie): Olivia Nguyen-’Killing Me’

Didn’t Place

Audrey Kim-’You Say’

Sammi Chung-’Bohemian Rhapsody’

Sammi Chung-’Otic Disruption’

Claire Tidwell-’Raunchy’

Libby Haye-’For My Help’

Jaidyn Saigusa-’Joga’

Kaitlyn Wu-’Firelight’

Sydney Fitzmaurice-’Machines’

Emma Mcginnis-’Organs’

Lana Salem-’Ellie’s Theme’

Peyton Heitz-’6 Foot Under’

Peyton Heitz-’The Source’

Madeline Hicks-’Spare Change’

Danni Jaime-’Bitter End’

Delanie Munger-’Sorry’

Riley Willis-’When the Party’s Over’

Cameron Chen-’Change’

Ella Cron-’Hanging On’

Ella Cron-’Forest Fire’

Ashley Cravens-’Stones’

Delaney Haye-’Oops I Did It Again’

Delaney Haye-’Man’s World’

Michelle Cheng-’Dangerous’

Libby Haye-’It’s Just A Game’

Kyla Moore-’Sights’

Teen Solo, National League

10th (tie): Avery Archung-’Angel By The Wings’

10th (tie): Benny Garcia-’Cocky’

Didn’t Place

Haley Kosonen-’Not For The Life of Me’

Andi Flores-’Integral Silence’

Andi Flores-’Fearless’

Katelyn Rhodes-’Mercy’

Arianeli Sandoval-’Escalate’

Haley Rhodes-’Wild Horses’

Senior Solo, Rookie League

1st: Ximina Hua-’Bored’

Senior Solo, American League

5th: Caitlyn Guntle-’Delivery’

8th (3 way tie): Aleialanee Ponce De Leon -’At Last’

Didn’t Place

Amberly Higgins-’Good God’

Aleialanee Ponce De Leon-’Wilhelm Scream’

Aleialanee Ponce De Leon-’Queen of Serpents’

Diana De La Paz-’I’d Rather Be Blind’

Stephanie Dy-’Dance For You’

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