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In My 20s, I only write Male Reader. (Chill with Afab or Amab requests)

[pokemon]

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Sweet, means I can finally get some NINAH ideas out my head. So I am thinking of something with the Protag mainly but honestly I think this could end up working for any of the guys. The reader is horrible at hiding the fact that he is a visitor but still somehow was able to get a place in the house of the Protag, like everything about them just feels / looks off but he isn't actually causing any harm so no one is really sure what to do with them. But it turns out that he is actually just killing only visitors that threaten harm to the protag (or whoever you choose) and not humans.

He's just a really odd guard dog that has become too attached to living people.

The Protagonist/Hermit x Visitor male reader 

Headcanons 

Reader is based on the NINAH oc I cooked up for fun, except you’re a visitor. I don’t have a name for the protagonist, so if y’all have any good ideas, lemme know. 

hope yall enjoy this.

I like to think you show up on one of the early days, like day two or three. At this point you’ll most likely be the strangest person to show up at the protagonists door. 

Unlike other residents, you’re covered from head to toe. Since reader is based on an oc of mine, you wear a gimp hood with a zipper over its mouth and eyes, a leather straitjacket, leather pants and boots. Only one of the zippers over the eye is zipped open. 

At this point it’ll already be obvious you aren’t completely normal. You're a bit too tall, maybe your legs are too long, or it’s the fact that your eye is visibly bloodshot and your pupil is rolling around like a marble. 

Had this been in the game, I feel reader would be a character you only allowed inside for a specific ending, items or lore. But this is a fun story, so :3c 

The protagonist wouldn’t know all the signs of a visitor yet, and for some reason, he lets you inside. 

The room you decide to take place in, will be his bedroom, sitting at the edge of his bed. If the seductive woman shows up at the door the protag can’t let her in, since you won’t leave his bed. 

You don’t speak much, just hover, staring. Sometimes he’ll hear you growl or gurgle behind the door when he walks past his bedroom.  

And other times he can hear you whispering to yourself. The words are gibberish, or at least a language he doesn’t understand. 

You also won’t leave his room even when he sleeps. The first night the protag tried to stay awake, but at some point you turn, pull your arms from the straitjacket, and start massaging his ankles and whispering to yourself. 

It should be really off-putting, and it is, but it’s like a lullaby. Whatever language you’re speaking is like a warm loving hand on his bruised and hurt soul. 

After you show up, the cashier girl, if she’s been allowed in, will start to get very scared of you and paranoid. If the protag talks to her, she’ll comment about you opening the door to the storage room and just staring at her, for hours, during the night. 

She's the only visitor you don’t kill because she realizes what she is, loses it, and is killed by the protag. After this happens, the protag notices that you start rumbling at the foot of his bed. It's not really a cat-like purr, but something wet and guttural, like boiling mud. 

It's clear to the protagonist and other residents that you aren’t human, especially when you start bleeding from the mouth, which leaks through the zipper of your hood. 

Or when the protagonist sees your hands and finds dirt under your fingernails. For one reason or another, the protagonist, who’s ended up finding a weird comfort in your silent creepy presence, just comments about you being dirty. 

When he takes an aura photo of you, the shape is barely human, it’s like you aren’t even trying. It feels more like something out of a medieval painting of the devil. 

Some residents will comment about you not breathing, not eating or drinking, or even blinking. Multiple of them will be creeped out by you. Confirmed visitors will say you’re dangerous and try to talk the protagonist into making you leave. 

But to the protagonist you feel kinda like a big misshapen and gross dog, in a way. After a night or two you start curling up at the foot of his bed, limbs cracking and twisting to curl up in a small ball. 

He's heard you growling at the door once or twice too, the noise something disgusting, foul and off-putting. It makes the hairs on his skin stand up and his heart race, like his body knows you’re not meant to exist. 

Your worth becomes very clear the first night there are three visitors in the home. Since the rule is two visitors, but you don’t kill, then it’s three. 

Everyone will hear a terrifying noise, imagine the shy guy from scp, then a wet tearing and then a thud. Obviously no one dares to move, even the normal humans who just saw you kill a visitor. 

Then there’s a wet dragging noise, the front door opens, you throw something, and the door closes again. They hear running water, as you clean the blood off your leather, and then you crawl back into bed. 

The protagonist will see the blood dragged on the floor, and when he’s told by whoever was in the room that you killed the visitor, protag will pat you on the head. 

He doesn’t say anything, but you start doing that gurgling rumble again, your pupil blowing so large it almost swallows up the entire visible eye.  

The protagonist jokingly offers you a treat, something random he finds in a cupboard like a cracker. The zipper on your hood pulls open on its own, and you take it, your tooth as white as chalk and your gums bright red with blood. 

Other human residents will be terrified of your presence, some will want you gone, others will see the appeal of a visitor that only kills other visitors. 

They learn quick enough that you’ll kill humans though, when the suit guy tries to pull a gun on him. None of them actually see what happens because you move so fast, but suddenly suit guy is missing his head, and you’re coated in blood. 

Protag finds himself starting to care about you, not as a lover, at least not yet, but you’ve dug your way into his chest somehow. With all your weird inhuman shapes and sounds. 

He isn’t actually sure how strong you truly are, until you chase off the pale visitor. When he shows up at the door, you fly at him like a feral mutt, your body twisting and turning like rubber. 

They can only really see you guys fly off into the dark, letting out the most terrifying noises as you rip into one another.  

It's only next morning when you show up just before the sun goes up, carrying the arm of the pale visitor, like some weird copy of a cat bringing a dead bird to it’s owner. 

What the protagonist doesn’t know, is that you’ve strung everything else up around the property, as a warning to FEMA and other visitors. 

With you present, there would be another ending, if the relationship between the protagonist and you deepens. At some point he notices that he can be alone, with just you, and nothing happens. 

FEMA might try to come knocking, but even they are scared away by ‘that thing he keeps in his house’, but the protag doesn’t care. 

He's comfortable, his house and property being left untouched by whatever chaos goes on outside, hell, it’s even like the heat of the sun won’t touch it. 

As the world burns, the protagonist sits on his porch, with you draped over his lap like a weird cat, drinking a cup of coffee, because somehow you can leave and return with all kinds of things. 

All in all, he’s living a great life, a nice isolated life, just you two. And if the world around the borders of his property starts blurring, and then disappearing, well, why should he care. 

He doesn’t look into what you are and can do too much, even if you seem to be warping reality. As long as it’s to make him happy and comfortable, then it doesn’t matter. 

[winglezzangel]

life with... Elliot (mlm)

yes yes, he looks like Howl, bla bla bla. look me in the eyes and tell me he isn't AT LEAST bisexual

𓇢𓆸 Elliott is a romantic, and while there weren't many gay love novels he could get his hands on, he firmly believed romantic gestures went beyond gender.

He likes to hold the door open for you when you go to the Saloon for dinner. Go on walks and come back with a small assortment of flowers for you. Give you a kiss and call you "handsome" first thing in the morning as he puts a warm cup of coffee on your hands.

𓇢𓆸 Farm life wasn't his strong suit, but he was eager to help. After his failed attempt to get up early to water your crops, only for the sprinklers to go off at 6 A.M., right after he was done, drenching him on the process, he decided to try with animals.

Cows and pigs were too big and intimidated him, and he was afraid of accidentally hurting sheep if he tried to shear them. So he settled on chickens. So now, every morning, he will excitedly wave at you from the coop, hair tied up, sleeves rolled up and feathers everywhere, with happy chickens clucking around his feet.

"Darling! I feed them and put the eggs on your mayonaise machines!"

"Attaboy!"

𓇢𓆸 He tries really hard to nor make ALL his writting about you. He doesn't want his writting to be monothematic! But its so hard, when just looking at you makes a few verses pop on his head each day. You're just such a good muse without even trying.

𓇢𓆸 Elliott's favorite part of the farm is the little garden next to the house, where he set up some plants to make a reading corner. And further more, you, his darling husband, set a nice stone path and a bench for him, and even changed the place of your shipping bin so it wouldn't be on the way. He loves lifting his gaze from his book to see you working on the farm, specially in summer days when you lose the shirt and he can admire your body as you do so.

𓇢𓆸 Still, he sometimes misses the beach. The salty smell of the air and the soothing sound of the waves. So on slow days of farmwork, you two go down to the coast to spend the afternoon. Set up a towell on the sand in front of the sea and just sit there together. Often, Elliott will bring a book with him, so he will lay down with his head on your lap and read outloud for the two of you while the sun goes down at the end of the sea.

𓇢𓆸 There are many, many things he loves about you. But one he absolutely despises is when you go to the mines. No matter how often it is, or how carefull you promise to be before leaving, he spends the entire time pacing around and fidgeting with his hair anxiously, eyeing the phone non-stop in case Harvey calls to let him know you are on the hospital.

When you come back, he is quick to greet you at the door, hands fuzzing over you and nose scrunched up.

"You reek of sulfur and traped air. Shower, right now. I'll turn on the hot water for you"

After the fact, he apologizes for being harsh. He understands why you go down there, he just worries a lot. This man wears his heart on his sleeve, and most of it belongs to you.

𓇢𓆸 Unless you are also a guy with long hair, don't you DARE touch his hair products. He gets those delivered directly from Zuzu City and they are expensive. Elliott doesn't even want to see your 3 in 1 near them.

"My darling husband whom I love so much, care to explain why my new shampoo bottle is already half empty?"

"... I didn't mean to knock it over"

"You are sleeping on the Coop"

𓇢𓆸 Elliott is not a small man by any means. His genetics, and the time he spent scrubbing seaweed off the wooden floors on his cabin doted him of a good body. But my God, if you didn't make him feel small in comparison. Even if you aren't physically taller, the endless days of building fences for your crops and animals, chopping down trees, and smashing rocks on the mines have make you, in Elliott's words, irresistible. Is not necesarily that you look strong, but that you feel strong.

He loves running his hand down your back when you come to bed, to soothe yes, but also to feel the muscles on your back, across your shoulders and down your arms.

"You are a vision, my love"

"Look who's talking. Have you seen yourself?"

"Hush, it's my turn to be the infatuated husband"

𓇢𓆸 On hot summer nights, you both sleep shirtless to cope with the heat, but he will still cuddle up to your side, head resting on your arm and nose pressed to your neck. On the coldest nights of winter, he shivers when you slip your hands under his sweater to rest them against his skin, underneath his pijama, palms warm and calloused from farm work.

𓇢𓆸 Elliott never takes his mermaid pendant off. Why would he? How could he risk to lose something so precious, or worse, hide it from the world by not wearing it? To him, having it on his neck means to show off your love, and it gives him hope that, upon seeing it, someone might ask about it, and Elliott will have the chance to once again talk about the man who made the love stories he spent his life reading come true.

not my first time doing fanfiction, but my first time doing an character x reader. i just want male readers to have love too. let me know what you think and if i should do other characters

[tieflingkisser]

[a-thousand-suns-one-more-light]

If you’re still on windows 10 it’s there as well. Tho it’s under Devices>typing>typing insights.

[averagefanficwriter]

I hate that this crap is on automatically.

[icantsleep47]

Older Leon and older widowed reader that has a grown daughter.

Reader is a car guy.

I did name the daughter but if you don't like it you are welcome to imagine another name i guess lol.

NSFW! MDNI!!

  Leon let out a grunt as someone ran right into him on his way down the hall to his apartment. They nearly dropped the box of things cradled in their arm, unable to see around the box to tell where they were going.

  "Oh my god, I'm so sorry."

  The person peered around the box as they apologized. It was a young woman. She might have been in her early 20s or so.

  "No worries." He could tell she was struggling. "Need help?"

  "Yes please." She laughed and handed the box off to Leon. He held it with much more ease than she did. The woman sighed gratefully before leading the way to where the box belonged.

  "Moving in?" Leon asked as they walked.

  "Not me. My dad. I'm helping him out despite him swearing he could take care of it all himself. I'm trying to get him to stop working so much. Buy a house, settle down. He just won't listen."

  "Ah. I see."

  As they walked Leon realized they got closer and closer to his own apartment. They stopped just shy of his door.

  "Looks like we're neighbors." Leon pointed to his door as the woman unlocked the one in front of them.

  "Really?" She glanced at the other apartment door and pushed open hers. "Good to know he has nice neighbors this time. His last place was a nightmare. Just put that right inside on the floor."

  With a nod, Leon stepped just past the apartment threshold and placed the box down. He walked back out to meet the woman again.

  "Thanks." She smiled. "I'm Lucilia, by the way."

  "Leon." He smiled back. His hands landed in the pockets of his leather jacket.

  They talked for a bit as Leon helped with a few more boxes. He was off that day and didn't have much better things to do. She was a nice girl and from what she said her dad was a pretty good guy. He had a mental image of what he might have looked like. He tried to calculate Lucilia’s age with how old her dad could be. It was probably close to his own age but he could only guess.

  "Lucilia?" Leon was pulled from his thoughts at the voice. He looked to see a man approaching, Leon still had a box in an arm.

  "Oh, hey dad."

  Dad? This guy? Seriously? He was gorgeous. Leon was pretty close to how old he might have been though. He looked about the same age, maybe a little older. He had a little bit of grey visible in his hair and wrinkles just around his eyes and mouth. None of that took away how incredible he looked for his age though.

  Lucilia came up and hugged him.

  "Dad, this is Leon. He's been helping me move some of your stuff in. He lives next door."

  "Guess that useless boyfriend of yours couldn't show up and help out."

  Lucilia elbowed him in the ribs. He let out a huff. The man looked back up to Leon.

  "[Name] [Lastname]." [Name] held his hand out to Leon. "Thanks for helping Luci out. I'd invite you to dinner for compensation but I don't have much groceries at the moment."

  Leon took his hand in his own free one, shaking it firmly.

  "It's no problem at all. I'm happy to help where I can." Both of their hands broke apart, returning to one another's side.

 

  "So, he's nice."

  Lucilia’s voice cut through the sound of the TV. Her and [Name] had a movie night in his new apartment. They made sure to keep their tradition of movie nights no matter what. Even if Lucilia was grown now with her own place. [Name] kept his focus on the screen at her words.

  "Who?" She rolled her eyes, shifting on the sofa to face her father.

  "Leon." He turned his head finally, seeing her somewhat serious expression. His eyes went right back to the movie.

  "Yeah, I guess so."

  Silence. [Name] could still feel Lucilia’s glare though.

  "Dad."

  "Hm?" He was barely listening.

  Lucilia sighed as she reached for the remote. She paused the movie, leaving [Name] no other choice but to pay attention to her. He gave her a confused look. As if asking what he did wrong this time.

  "I think you could really benefit from making a few friends here and there."

  [Name] scoffed with a small smile on his lips. He was amused that his own daughter treated him like he was the child.

  "What are you, my therapist?"

  "I'm serious dad." Her tone evened out. "You don't talk to anyone from your old friend group anymore. And ever since mom..." She paused a moment, thinking of her next words carefully.

  "I just worry about you." She knew he was lonely.

  "I'm fine, Lucilia."

  Lucilia scooted over on the couch and hugged her dad. [Name] leaned his head on top of hers as he embraced her.

  "Just talk to him. For me at least."

  There wasn't anything that [Name] wouldn't do for his daughter. He sighed.

  "Alright. I'll talk to him."

  The movie continued on and they watched in comfortable silence. [Name] thought about Lucilia’s request. He thought about what she might have been thinking. He never wanted her to worry about him. That was supposed to be his job.

  As time went on, Leon and [Name] did indeed talk. They occasionally met at each others doors by pure coincidence, each coming home at the same time or leaving early in the morning. Coincidence turned into routine. Soon enough [Name] invited Leon over for Christmas dinner one day when he heard Leon wasn't doing anything for it. Well, more like Lucilia forced him to, but he did want him to come. It was just him, Leon, Lucilia, and Lucilia’s boyfriend Aaron. It was nice, full of laughs. Leon hadn't expected to find himself with someone else's family for a Christmas dinner.

  "What do you do for work, Mr Kennedy?" Aaron asked.

  The fork in Leon's hand froze at the question. Most if not all of what he did was classified stuff.

  "I work for the government." He kept it vague.

  Lucilia raised her brows as she gave Leon a surprised look from across the table.

  "Like a police officer or...?" Lucilia asked this time.

  The title gave Leon that sinking feeling in his stomach again. You'd think he'd be over it by now.

  "Something like that."

  [Name] watched Leon. He could tell it was a bit of a sensitive topic for him.

  "Well whatever it is, sure must pay good given that beautiful Porsche you got." [Name] spoke up.

  That did it. Leon smiled. Leon was always so proud of that car. He also was aware that [Name] knew what he was talking about since he worked on cars. "Even if I prefer the older models."

  "Don't get me wrong. I love my car but I like a 930."

  It was [Name]'s turn to smile now.

  "I had one of those before Lucilia was born. Loved that car to death."

  "I'm sure it was beautiful."

  "Oh it was. Ran good too. I hated having to let it go but they don't make very good family cars. Plus I needed the money at the time."

  Leon hummed in acknowledgement and nodded his head. He thought about the fact that [Name] had lived a whole life. There was so much he didn't know. So much he wanted to know.

  They hung out more and more. Leon enjoyed their time together. So did [Name]. Lucilia could tell it was making him happier. No matter how much he denied it.

  Friendship quickly turned to something else. Something more meaningful. It was a feeling neither of them had been familiar with in a long time. They had plans to go to a local bar every Friday when [Name] got off work. Or Leon would go over to [Name]'s apartment, drink a few beers, watch NASCAR. He knew nothing about it but he liked hearing [Name] ramble about facts he knew about the cars. About how it all operated. He was easy to listen to.

  Easy to look at too.

  Months went by with this unspoken tension. Small unintentional touches and quick 'sorry's. Keeping eye contact for a little too long. All of it added up and yet neither of them admitted anything.

  "I can't this week. I'll be out of town for work." Leon said, standing outside his apartment with [Name] a few feet away. "Or the week after that. I don't really know when I'll be back. I have to leave first thing in the morning, though."

  "That's alright." [Name] unlocked his own door and put the keys back in his jacket pocket. "We'll catch up when you get back."

  Leon hesitated. He wanted to say something else. The words wouldn't come out.

  "Good night, Leon. Stay safe on your trip."

  "Yeah. Night [Name]."

  Then he was gone. [Name] vanished into his apartment. Leon stared that way for a moment, his mind contemplating his entire life decisions. He was actually really going to miss him.

  Missions were never easy. This mission though was particularly tough. Leon couldn't stop thinking about him. The entire time he was just counting down the minutes to when he could see [Name] again. He was hopeless. He didn't know when he started feeling so dependent on seeing [Name]. All he wanted to do was get back to him. Did [Name] think about him like this too?

  When he got home, it was about three weeks later. It was the middle of the night. Leon didn't waste a second to take a shower in his apartment. He was filthy and completely exhausted. Even if the first thing he wanted to do was see [Name]. He was probably asleep by now. Leon didn't want to bother him.

  Leon laid on his bed, shirtless, and hair still damp from the shower. He should have been sound asleep by then. Having worked so hard and not gotten enough sleep for three weeks. His eyes traced over the blank ceiling. His mind wouldn't let him rest.

  He felt like he was about to do something reckless.

  Next door, [Name] couldn't sleep either. He was concerned something might have happened to Leon on his trip. Having no contact from him was more difficult than he imagined. He didn't know exactly what Leon did for work, but he could conclude that it was dangerous.

  He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard a soft knock at his door. He stumbled out of bed, making his way through the dark apartment. Maybe Lucilia forgot something. She would have waited until tomorrow though if she did. Or she would have at least left a message. [Name] unlocked the door and hesitantly cracked it open. [Name]'s breath was ripped from his lungs at the sight of Leon, his upper half bare. [Name] had to keep himself from looking down at him, a flush creeping up his neck.

  "Leon? When did you get back?"

  No warning. No verbal response.

  Leon just lunged forward and kissed [Name] deeply. Teeth clashing. The way [Name] looked at him once he answered the door was his last straw. He'd waited too long. Wanted too desperately. [Name] went wide eyed but quickly melted into the kiss. Leon pushed the door closed behind him, shoving the other deeper into the apartment.

  All the built up tension just spilled over. Leon's tongue licked along [Name]'s lips, asking for permission to enter. [Name] graciously accepted. Their heads tilted and moved in sync with their tongues. Noses bumping one another's, the scruff on their faces scratching. Leon's hands didn't waste any time to slide up [Name]'s shirt. They glided up his stomach and ribs until the shirt was pulled off over his head. Their mouths reconnecting again.

  Everything happened so fast. Before [Name] knew it, they were in his bedroom. He pulled away, but they were so close still. He could feel the warmth of Leon's frantic breath on his lips.

  "It's been a while since... I've done this." [Name] voice was almost a whisper as he spoke.

  "I know. Me too." Leon responded. "But I haven't wanted anything so bad in my life."

  After he spoke, Leon took a step back to rid himself of his pants. He sat on the bed in his boxers, his need obvious by the sight of his hard on. His fingers tugged [Name]'s waist band so he was closer. His message was clear, but he voiced it anyway.

  "Please fuck me, [Name]."

  Everything around [Name] came crashing down at Leon's request. He pulled down his sweatpants and boxers in one go. He watch as Leon's eyes raked over his form. Half erect before him.

  "You're beautiful." Leon couldn't help but look in pure fascination and desire.

  [Name] pushed Leon to lay back with his hand on his chest.

  "I'm just thankful I can still get it up." [Name] responded as he started pulling at Leon's boxers. "Lift your hips. Let me see you."

  Biting back a moan at [Name]'s words, Leon did as asked. His boxers landed somewhere on the floor. He was so hard. He was hard before he even came over from just thinking about visiting [Name] tonight.

  "Even if you couldn't, I'd still do this with you." [Name] laughed at Leon's words.

  "Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr Kennedy."

  "As long as it gets me under that beautiful body of yours."

  Drool pooled on the pillow that Leon was face down in. His body rocked back into [Name]'s relentless thrusts. [Name] held onto Leon's hips like a vice. Leon's loud moans and whines filled the bedroom.

  "Yes. Right there. Don't stop. Never stop..."

  Leon wanted to reach for [Name] but he couldn't. He settled with gripping the bed instead. This gave him better leverage to push back into [Name] harder. [Name]'s grunts and low groans egged him on.

  "I'm close, Leon."

  "Inside!" Leon didn't hesitate. "Do it inside. God, I'm gonna cum so fucking hard." He was a mess.

  The bed creaked at the rhythm of their love making. Leon's movements became sporadic and less coordinated. Desperate. [Name] leaned over him, chest to Leon's back. The sweat on their skin made their bodies slightly slick. [Name] kissed the back of Leon's neck as he climaxed, emptying himself inside Leon. Leon came with a cry at the feeling of him filling him. His release spurting out onto the mattress below. They rode out their highs for a moment.

  Hips finally stilled. Heart beats slowed. Breathing evened out. [Name] pulled out with a hiss and Leon turned over on his back. He leaned up and grabbed [Name] by the back of the neck. They kissed again. Leon kissed like he was starved. When their lips separated again, Leon's pale blue eyes never left [Name]'s face.

  "Again?" Leon asked. [Name] gave him a confused look.

  "What?"

  "Let's go again."

  "You're joking."

  Leon shifted the two of them so [Name] was laying down on his back now. He left small kisses down the others chest.

  "Far from it."

  "Leon, I don't have another one in me." It's not like either of them were young and spry. Age gave restrictions.

  "Sure you do."

  [Name] then felt Leon's teeth scrape against his skin on his chest. He couldn't help the moan that escaped him. Leon wrapped his hand around his now soft cock, trying to work him up again.

  "I'm not done with you yet."

  "Dad?"

  [Name]'s eyes shot open, woken up by Lucilia calling out to him from the kitchen. He looked at the time.

  "Shit."

  He was supposed to be up an hour ago. Lucilia had a car she wanted him to look at for Aaron. They also had lunch plans. [Name] looked over from the clock to warm body next to him on the bed. Leon was sound asleep with his back towards him. He could see the scars there now. They had been hidden by the dark the night before. [Name] desperately didn't want to wake Leon from his sleep.

  As carefully and quickly as he could, [Name] slid out of bed in search of clothes he could throw on.

  "Dad? You still asleep or what?"

  Lucilia was at the door now. [Name] almost tripped over the pants he was putting on, trying to make it to the door in time. He pulled the door open just enough so that she wouldn't see Leon. He slipped through the opening, closing the door.

  "Hey. Sorry honey. I over slept."

  Lucilia raised a brow as [Name] tried to usher her away from the bedroom door.

  "Why are you whispering? You okay?"

  "Yeah. Just a little under the weather."

  They made it to the kitchen and [Name] started some coffee. Lucilia talked, reminding him about Aaron's car and what was wrong with it. [Name] was hardly listening. His mind was just hoping Lucilia would leave soon. At least before Leon woke up.

  When the coffee was done, [Name] made Lucilia a cup. They drank coffee together across from one another in the kitchen. [Name] was anxious, Lucilia could tell.

  "He's in there isn't he?"

  [Name] nearly choked on his coffee. He coughed.

  "What?"

  "Leon. He's in your room. Is he not?"

  The room was quiet. [Name] didn't know how to respond.

  "You know I don't care, right?"

  "Luci..."

  "I'm happy for you, dad. Really. Because he makes you happy."

  She was so good. He felt like it was her looking after him these days. [Name] put down his mug.

  "What have I done to deserve such and incredible daughter."

Lucilia smiled. It was more mischievous this time. Before she could respond, the bedroom door clicked. [Name] watched the hallway entrance. Leon walked in with just his sweatpants on. He looked up to see Lucilia and [Name] in the kitchen, he stopped dead in his tracks.

  "Oh shit. I'm sorry." Leon took a step backwards into the hallway entrance.

  "No it's alright. I'm heading out." Lucilia reassured. She walked up to [Name] and kissed him on the cheek. "Love you. Don't worry about the car today."

  [Name] nodded.

  "Love you too."

  Grabbing her keys and purse, Lucilia headed for the door. She turned to them one last time.

  "You kids don't have too much fun, now."

  Then she was out the door. Both men laughed at the comment. Leon finally moved his legs again over to where [Name] leaned back on the counter. His arms caged him in, each hand on either side of [Name] on the counter. He left a short but sweet peck on his lips. One turned to two. Then three.

  "Come back to bed for a bit."

  [Name] felt like he was young again. He hadn't felt this lovesick in probably 20 years.

  "As long as that thing I encountered last night isn't still in there." [Name] referred to the fact that Leon had made him cum three times in one night.

  "Mmh, no promises."

  With one last kiss, Leon gently grabbed [Name]'s hand to drag him back to the bedroom.

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[icantsleep47]

Yearner Leon Kennedy.

I pictured re4r Leon for this but it could probably work for any version you want.

Reader is pretty much Leon's bi awakening honestly.

Let me know what you think or what I could do to improve my writing.

NSFW! MDNI!!

She was so beautiful. Maybe the most beautiful person to ever exist. Leon admired most of what she did. He saw the way her hand moved her hair out of her face during meetings. The way she held a pen while writing a report. How kind she was to the other coworkers, that smile reaching her eyes as she spoke to them. Even how she handled herself in the feild. She was a great agent. Worked very hard. Leon would have considered her a perfect woman. He even considered asking her to dinner. There was just this one thing that stopped him from pursuing.

She wasn't a woman.

She was a man.

Not that Leon was against the idea, he just didn't expect to feel this way himself. He's always loved women. Never gave men much thought. That was until he met [Name]. Not only that, he wasn't sure if [Name] would even be interested. For all he knew, [Name] could have a wife and kids. Information like that was often kept private as a DSO agent. It was dangerous work. People don't want to risk putting their families at risk. So it wouldn't be a surprise if [Name] had such a private life. He looked like he had someone at least. Leon thought he was too good looking of a man to be single.

Despite that, Leon couldn't get him out of his mind. He'd felt a similar way with Ada but this was different. It was hard to describe exactly. His heart just desperately wanted his attention. He cursed himself for his horrible comunication skills. How badly he wanted to just talk to him, but maybe the distance was a good thing. This way Leon didn't make a mistake. He didn't have to worry about rejection.

It became easy to keep his distance. He knew his routine. Knew when he'd be in at the office. He could manage when he saw him. That was until they started working together on a few missions. This was absolute hell for Leon. His focus should have been on the task at hand and yet the way [Name]'s arms looked with that damn tight tactical shirt made it increasingly difficult. It took all Leon could muster to keep himself together.

"Kennedy!"

It was like Leon had been asleep for a moment and he was woken up harshly from a dream. He'd never been much of a day dreamer before. His eye's shot up to his partner's, not daring to give away what he was looking at. [Name] currently had his handgun at the ready. He had a plan for their next point of action. A plan Leon didn't hear a single word of.

"I'm not losing you, am I?" [Name] continued.

"Course not."

"Then get your head on straight and pay attention."

Leon would never admit it out loud but he secretly enjoyed how [Name] told him what to do. The stern tone of his voice when he was frustrated made something in his body heat up. It was incredibly hot. He just loved the sound of his voice in general.

There were many times when Leon was alone and thought about [Name]. He'd think back on those arms again. Or the look of his chest that had a strap across it for his shoulder holster. He's never looked at a man like this. Then again, that's probably because there were no men like [Name]. No body else could make him feel this way. It was maddening.

"Please...ah, please [Name]." Leon muttered to himself. Being alone with your thoughts is a dangerous thing.

He often found himself in this situation, sat down on his lonely bed, touching himself at mental images of [Name]. It was wrong, he knew that, but it was hard to care when he felt so desperate for release. He lost count at how many times he came from thinking about [Name]. It was never enough. It could never amount to actually having [Name] here in his room, using that silky voice of his, and those pretty hands all over his body.

Being tasked together more means they got to know each other a bit better. Leon could listen to that man talk for hours. His eye's would never leave [Name] as he spoke. He stole glances at those perfect lips. It would be so easy just to lean in and kiss him, but he wouldn't dare.

"...but I wouldn't know about that. I Haven't been with a woman in years." [Name]'s words caught Leon's ears.

"You're not married?" It slipped past Leon's lips before he could really consider the thought. [Name] shook his head and laughed a little.

"You thought I was?"

Leon didn't know how to answer without sounding insane.

"Sorry... I just..." He was stumbling. Completely helpless.

"I'm not offended." [Name] reassured. "Just surprised."

"Hard working man like you? It's more of a surprise you don't have someone." Leon kept his tone level. His focus now on anything else, refusing to meet eye contact.

"Yeah well," [Name] checked his gun for the fifth time in the past twenty minutes. "Working hard can result in emotional detachment. It's hard to find someone who understands what this work can do to a person."

But I understand. I know how it feels. I know how you feel. Why can't you see that?

"Yeah."

As time went on, Leon got more comfortable. Probably because he knew now that [Name] wasn't married and maybe he had a chance. He couldn't ignore him anymore. He curated new habits. One being to bring [Name] a coffee every morning. Another was to make sure to stop by his office to say his goodbyes and "get home safe" at the end of the day. [Name] started looking forward to these things Leon did for him. Even if he wasn't fully aware of Leon's intentions.

This routine could only go for so long without reciprocated feelings. Leon thought about giving up. That [Name] was probably just straight and only saw them as friends. It was torture. He wanted him to be his. He'd come this far. Worked so hard to be closer to him, but he felt so far away.

They shared numbers at some point during all this. Leon thinks it was for work purposes but he couldn't remember. His brain was already reeling at the time. He often sat in his room staring at the caller ID. The number was embedded in his brain. All it would take was one tap to call him. Yet, he couldn't do it. Why did [Name] affect him so much? He couldn't make sense of any of it.

One of these nights, Leon may have had a bit to drink. Drinking had been a coping mechanism. It helped forget about his past but also about [Name]. That was the idea anyway, but his drunken mind still needed that man. He had stared at his number once again. Only this time, he accidentally pressed the green call button. He panicked. In his panic, he should of had the common since to hang up before the call went through, but he didn't. His body couldn't hang up the phone.

"Hello?"

There it was. That voice he loved so dearly. He swore just the sound of it could make all his anxiety disappear. He didn't realize he hadn't responded.

"Leon? Everything okay?" There was a tinge of uneasiness in [Name]'s voice. It was instinctual to assume something had happened or went wrong, especially since it was late at night when he called. Leon didn't think about that. He didn't even know what time it was.

"You busy?" He finally spoke.

"If you call sleeping busy, then yeah. Why?"

Leon let out a huff through his nose. He couldn't help but smile at the retort. His mind raced. The alcohol wasn't helping.

"Can you... come over?" Leon didn't even realize he was speaking. The words left his lips without further consideration once again.

"Now? It's," [Name] glanced at the clock on his nightstand. "It's late."

"I know." He in fact did not know. "I don't want to drink the rest of this alone." He mouthed a silent 'please' as he waited for an answer. Pathetic.

A few agonizing moments of silence passed. Leon's ears rang and his guts churned from being so damn nervous.

"Yeah. Alright. Just uh, send me your address."

Relief set it. Leon let out the breath that he had been holding in anticipation. He took the phone off his ear and opened his messages to send [Name] his location. [Name] heard the notification ding and did the same. He brought the phone back to his ear after confirming.

"Got it. I'll be there in 10. Don't finish it before I get there, Kennedy."

"Wouldn't dream of it, [Lastname]."

After [Name] hung up the phone, Leon was quick to stand up. Too quick. He had to catch a nearby table, nearly falling into it. He started tidying up his apartment the best he could. There were a few shirts and pants scattered about. Along with some empty whiskey bottles on the coffee table in the living room. He picked all that up and then some. He wanted his place to look decent for [Name]. Before he knew it, there was a knock at the door. An empty bottle almost fell out of his grasp at the sudden sound. He fumbled through the apartment, running his hands in his hair to make it look presentable.

As the door opened, Leon's eyes fell on the other man. Now that he thought about it, he wasn't sure he ever saw [Name] in casual clothes. He had on a pair of blue jeans and a black T-shirt that was loose around his midsection but tighter around the arms. God those arms again.

"You gonna let me in or?"

Leon snapped back to reality and opened the door more for [Name]. He watched as he entered the apartment, not looking away as he closed the door back behind him.

"You look good." Leon didn't even feel shame in his comment. He wanted [Name] to know.

"And you look drunk."

A hum left Leon in response as they walked to sit on the couch in the living room, not confirming nor denying. Two empty glasses and that same whiskey he was nursing on earlier sat waiting for them on the coffee table. He took note of the way [Name] sat. How he made himself comfortable and the way he looked around the apartment curiously as he poured the amber liquid in each glass. He offered one to [Name], and [Name] graciously accepted.

Not a lot was said and it was... a little awkward. They were just friends from work. They never hung out together like this before. Leon wasn't concerned about any of that. He just couldn't take his eyes of the man. His body wanted to reach out but his mind kept telling him not to. Why was he so afraid? It's not like they had a strong friendship to lose. Leon just didn't want to mess this up. He wanted him more than anything he had ever wanted in his life.

"You're a very good looking man, [Name]." Of all the things he could have said. [Name] gave him a look as he took a sip of his whiskey.

"You're full of compliments today."

"I mean it."

"I could tell."

Silence again. Less awkward now and more charged. Like now they both had a better understanding of what was really going on.

"Is there a reason I'm here?" [Name] asked, his thumb slid up and down the room temperature glass that rested on his leg.

"You tell me. You agreed to come."

"Leon."

That stern tone returned. That familiar heat burned through Leon's body.

"I like your company."

"Is that right?"

God yes.

"More or less."

Now it was [Name]'s turn to hum in acknowledgement. He downed the rest of his drink and Leon swallowed as he watched. His eyes moved on their own again, shifting to [Name]'s lap. They settled on his thighs. The way the denim hugged the muscle there was driving him crazy. His gaze then shifted to [Name]'s crotch. As if looking for the outline of something, anything. He chewed on the inside of his lip.

"If you want something, you have to ask, Leon. I can't read your mind."

Right. His gaze shot back up. Was [Name] looking at him the whole time?

"Have you ever been with another man before?" He was gone.

"I'm with one right now."

"That's not what I meant."

[Name] laughed and put down his glass. He leaned back on the couch, turning his body so he was facing Leon.

"You mean sex?" Oh, he was being mean now, but seeing the flush on Leon's face made it all worth it.

"Forget it."

Leon couldn't look at [Name] anymore. He feared [Name] just figured all of this was a joke.

"Don't be like that. I'm sorry."

Why was this so difficult? [Name] was just one guy. He had fought bigger and scarier things than this. He put down his own glass, the unfinished whiskey almost sloshing out of the top as it hit the wooden table. He was frustrated, a little drunk, and very turned on. Not to mention the confusion he felt. [Name] read his expressions, unbeknownst to Leon.

"Well," [Name] stood up. "If that's it then, I should probably get going."

[Name] had his back turned to Leon as he made his way toward the door. If Leon had something to say, he had better say it now. That was the plan, anyway.

"I'll see you tomorr-" [Name] was cut off by a harsh grip to his wrist. He didn't even hear Leon come up behind him. All that stealth training must have paid off.

With a quick tug, [Name] was forced to face Leon. That's when he saw it. Leon's brows were pushed slight in and up in the middle like he was worried. His mouth just barely agape. Like there was so many things he had to say but couldn't get out. His crystal blue eyes darted between both of [Name]'s. He pleaded with just his expression alone. Begging [Name] not to leave him. He couldn't spend another night by himself.

"Leon, you have to talk to me."

Leon just couldn't take it anymore. Something finally snapped and he smashed his lips into [Name]'s.

To Leon's surprise, [Name] kissed back. Had [Name] expected this? He shoved him into the door. A gasp left [Name] when his back hit it with a thud. Leon's mouth was ruthless. Both of his hands now cradled [Name]'s face to keep him in place.

All the pent up frustration and longing just spilled over. Leon kissed him like he was starved. His body needed the attention. It craved [Name] so desperately. The alcohol didn't dull his need either. [Name]'s hands trailed up his front to his chest. Leon moaned into the kiss. His hips dared to grind into the others. He swore [Name] would have hated him for this. That he would have pushed him away and ran out that door. But he didn't. Leon reluctantly pulled away for a breath.

"Stay." His voice was almost a whisper. "Please stay with me tonight."

How could anyone say no to those eyes of his.

[Name] nodded with a small 'okay'.

Their lips reconnected. This time Leon pulled [Name]'s waist towards him, having there hips up against each other. They shuffled their way back to the couch. Leon sat down as [Name] stood between his spread legs. Leon wrapped his arms around the other. He sighed as his head layed up against [Name]'s lower abdomen. [Name]'s shirt smelled so good to him. It had a faint smell of his cologne that didn't quite come out in the wash. Weird or not, his scent was comforting. Warm. Safe.

[Name]'s fingers ran through Leon's hair. He never imagined Leon Kennedy of all people would be such a mess like this. He always liked Leon. He knew how good of a man he was. If only Leon had known this. If only [Name] had know Leon felt the same. They were afraid. It didn't help that they were both DSO agents also. Everything was against them being together.

Leon lifted his head to look up at [Name]. He pulled him again, this time onto him as his body shifted to lay down long ways on the couch cushions. He left a softer kiss on [Name]'s mouth before speaking.

"I can't tell you how many times I've thought of you like this."

"Wish I could have made your fantasies come true sooner, then."

This was better than any fantasy Leon had ever had. Being able to touch and kiss and just feel. He didn't think he would ever see the day. It was an unreachable goal.

"I want all of you." He reached for the button of [Name]'s jeans. His slender fingers unclasping it with ease. "Even if it's just for one night."

The last thing Leon wanted was for [Name] to feel trapped or obligated to keep doing this. It would tear him apart but he'd do it for him. He'd stop seeing him if he asked. [Name] took the opportunity to undo Leon's pants in the process. All the while, Leon freed [Name]'s length from the confinement of his jeans and underwear. Leon simply couldn't believe he had an affect of [Name]. The fact that he felt just as turned on as he was. That he was hard and aching for his attention. He did that to him. He was yanked from his thoughts as [Name] got a hand around him as well. He sighed at the intimate touch.

Things were fine until [Name] had both of them in one hand, rubbing their lengths together. Leon bit back a moan as the back of his head hit the armrest of the couch.

"I don't want to go all the way tonight. I want you sober for that." [Name] moved his hips to the same pace of his grip.

So [Name] actually wanted to do this again.

One of Leon's hands shot to his mouth as uncontrollable sounds sliped from his lips. He'd never made so much noise during sex, and [Name] was only using his hand. His other hand gripped one of [Name]'s arm. He could feel the bicep move under his thumb as [Name] stroked.

"I'm close. I'm so close, [Name]. Please please please..." He was looking up at [Name] again. With those big blue puppy dog eyes.

"You're doing so good. Let go for me. I'm right here."

That's all Leon could handle. [Name]'s voice always did it for him. He came hard and all over himself. Just when he thought it couldn't get any better, [Name]'s release mixed with his. He whined, his finger digging into the muscle of [Name]'s arm. His shirt was ruined having not been pushed up enough out of the way. He didn't care. Not one bit.

Heavy breaths surrounded them. Leon was trying to come back from whatever haze he had just been in. [Name] took his clean hand up to move the peices of hair stuck to Leon's forehead caused by the thin layer of sweat. Leon's chest heaved. He was completely enamored by how beautiful [Name] looked.

"I'm sorry." Leon spoke with a broken voice.

"Why are you apologizing?"

"Because I'm completely in love with you."

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[icantsleep47]

Bad memory, Good wine

Reader and Leon are both older men.

This was kind of rushed close to the end cus I'm getting a new phone and I dont want to risk losing what I wrote.

NSFW! MDNI!!

"Just be ready if things go down earlier than expected."

"Yes, sir."

[Name] took the paper's handed off to him. The files had information of his next mission on it. He'd have to study its contents more throughly on his own time. It should be a few weeks before he's sent out but he had to be ready well before then.

Papers in hand, [Name] walked out the door. He sighed and ran a hand over the graying stuble of his face as his dress shoes made higher pitched thumps on the hard floor of the hallway. He felt like he was just on mission. Still recovering. The healing wound on his abdomen was proof of that. This was what it meant to be an agent, though. You had to be available at every turn. Right now, he just wanted to get home. Maybe have a glass of wine. Or two. Or three...

Wine aside, he also had someone waiting for him at home. A fellow DSO agent. A famous one at that. Leon Scott Kennedy. His husband. [Name] relished in the thought as he was just about to touch the glass doors of the exit.

"Excuse me, Agent [Lastname]." [Name] still used his maiden name at work despite it being "Kennedy" on paper. Things were less confusing. Plus their married life was pretty private.

A silent sigh left [Name] at being stalled from leaving for the day. He fixed the button holding his suit jacket closed and put on a friendly face. It was a younger woman he had worked with before. Mary? No Monica. Or was it Molly? His memory wasn't very good these days.

"Yes, ma'am."

MaryMonicaMolly hesitated for a second as if she was nervous about something. She clutched a booklet in one of her arms. Her blue framed glasses were low on her nose, causing her to push then back up into place. This reminded [Name] of the fact that he needed to pick up some stronger reading glasses. Leon needed them too, even if Leon insisted that he didn't.

"I was just wondering if you were free this evening? I just thought after our last talk that maybe you'd-"

Her eyes caught a car pulling up just outside. [Name] noticed her distracted gaze and layed his eyes on that all too familiar Porsche. The same car Leon could not shut up about before he bought it. What was he doing here? He wasn't supposed to come in today.

"-like to spend some time together." The woman continued. [Name] turned back towards her. He was a little taken back by the request.

"I've got plans. Part of those plans just pulled up actually. I apologize."

The woman said a silent "oh".

Meanwhile, Leon sat in his car watching the whole thing through the glass doors. He wasn't worried by all means. Amused more like. He knew who he married. People could look all they wanted. At the end of the day he was the one [Name] shared a ring with. He watched as [Name] talked to the woman for a few more minutes until he finally breached the doors, squinting his eyes at the setting sun light. Leon got out and walked around to the passenger door.

[Name] looked over Leon's appearance as he approached. He was wearing a suit aswell for some reason. He gave him a suspicious look as Leon opened the passenger door for him. He sat down and started putting the seatbelt on. It smelt of Leon's cologne like he had put some on before he got here. The files he held were placed on the dash. Leon made it back around to the driver side.

"Hey." Leon spoke first, leaning over the dash to leave a small peck to [Name]'s lips.

"Hey." [Name] had a wary tone to his voice.

"What was that about?"

"What is this about, first of all." [Name] pointed to Leon's suit. "We just leaving my car here?"

"Am I not allowed to pick up my husband from work looking my best? We'll get your car tomorrow."

[Name] laughed under his breath at the comment. Sure he looked good. But what was actually happening here? Did he miss something?

"You don't remember, do you?" Leon's voice rang in [Name]'s head. He had to remember something? Was their a mission brief he wasn't aware of that for some reason included Leon? That didn't make sense because his next mission was solo. Why else would he be dressed up? "The silence says you don't."

Leon had a stupid smirk on his face. He was absolutely living for this moment. He put the car in drive and pulled out of the parking lot.

Thinking of everything possible, [Name] was suddenly hit with what day it was. To be sure, he pulled his phone out. Sure enough it was exactly what he feared. Their anniversary. [Name] dropped his phone in his lap and slumped in the passenger seat. His hand covered his eyes in embarrassment. Leon chuckled of all things.

"I'm the worst."

"No you're not."

"I absolutely am."

"Maybe a little."

Leon patted [Name]'s knee as he drove when he heard him grumble at the retort he made.

"I'm kidding. I've got everything covered. Figured you would already be in a suit today so we could just go straight there."

[Name] pulled his hand from his eyes to peak at the other man.

"'There?'" Leon nodded.

"Dinner reservations. From that place we liked so much a couple years back."

[Name] was speechless. He helt honored to have someone like Leon but he also felt terrible for not doing anything for him. He didn't want him to think that he didn't care enough. Leon could tell he was thinking too hard so he spoke up again.

"You've been busy with work. It's okay, [Nickname]."

With a small sigh, [Name] placed his own hand on top of Leon's that still rested on his knee. He wondered how long Leon planned all this. It had to have been at least a day given the restaurant they were going to needed you to make reservations far in advance. He'd have to make it up to him somehow. Leon deserved it.

"You truly are something else, Leon Kennedy." [Name] finally spoke. "I love you dearly. Never forget that." His eyes raked over Leon's face as he focused on the road ahead.

"I love you too. More than you could ever imagine, [Name] Kennedy." He emphasized the last name. He was always so proud of the way it sounded when it came to [Name].

At the top of Leon's hand, [Name] laced his fingers with the other's. Leon brought it up and placed a delicate kiss to the top of [Name]'s hand, then placed it back down.

"What's that?" Leon asked, referring to the papers on the dash.

There was a small window of silence. "Nothing." He's going to have to break the bad news to him sooner or later that he had another mission soon. Not tonight, though. Tonight he didn't want to think or talk about work. "Just some things I have to look into."

  The dinner was incredibly nice. There were dimmed lights and a small fake candle at the center of the table. It might have been a little cliché but that didn't take away from the experience. They talked about their day, memories, and many other things. Laughter was shared at some jokes and experiences. Each had their own favorite meal, similar to what was ordered the previous time they came here. Had a few glasses of wine. Leon less so given he had to drive. It was a night solely for the two to enjoy themselves. Forget about work for once and remember why they were married in the first place.

 

Soft music played from the radio on the ride home. Upon arriving at the apartment complex, Leon parked his car and got out to open [Name]'s door. [Name] had a slight sway as he stood given the alcohol. He wasn't long gone by all means. Just a bit tipsy. Leon eyed the file that [Name] had forgotten on the dash. He grabbed it without the other noticing and put it under his arm in his suit jacket to hide it. He'd give it back, of course. After he read it. He closed the door before locking his car and grabbing [Name]'s hand to lead him to their share apartment.

"You conscious enough? I have something else for you." Leon said as he twisted the key into the apartment door handle, then the deadbolt. They walked into the dark space, taking off their suit jackets and laying them both on the back of the couch.

"Head into the bedroom. I'll be there in a minute."

Leon slipped the file under one of the living room couch cushions to save for later. He had confidence that [Name] would ask about one way or another. If he timed it right, he'd read it before [Name] even realized it was gone.

In the mean time, [Name] turned on the bedroom light. There, he was met with the sight of a beautiful bouquet of flowers laying on the bed. They were his favorite kind and his favorite color(s). As he slowly approached, awh stricken, he noticed something else. It was a bottle of wine, but not just any bottle. It was a cabernet that they had on their honeymoon all those years ago. The fact that they had been together this long and Leon still found it important enough to do something for their anniversary like this. To remember such a detail.

"I just thought that we could have a night like we did then. In that nice suite with the beautiful veiw." Newly wedded and much younger. They had so much fun on that trip. [Name] had never seen Leon smile so big before.

Leon walked into the bedroom with two empty glasses and a bottle opener. The glasses were set down on the nightstand before he opened the bottle and poured the red liquid into each glass. Leon then met his husband with the glasses and handed one off to him. His free hand planted itself on [Name]'s waist with that look in his eyes. They were so blue. More so when they gazed at [Name]. Their lips met for a short but sweet kiss.

"You're too good to me." [Name] said softly.

"I'm no where near good enough. I wouldn't be able to live without you. That smile of yours is enough to keep my world from falling apart everyday. You have no idea how important you are to me."

Now it was becoming increasingly difficult to hold back the tears but [Name] did somehow. His heart was so full it was almost overwhelming. Almost. He took a few sips of the cabernet, closing his eyes for a second to think back to the night he first had it. Leon's hair was lighter, his face clean shaven. [Name] lacked the gray that had taken up most of his hair nowadays. It was perfect. It still is.

Leon moved away briefly to place his glass back down once he had drank some of the wine aswell. He returned to focus his full attention on [Name]. His lips made a path of soft kisses from the corner of his mouth, down his jaw, and to [Name]'s neck. The night of their honeymoon was different in the way they were both less experienced. Now they knew what they enjoyed. It didn't take much for Leon to feel that twitch in his pants and the mere thought of it. That he was the only one who really knew how to satisfy his husband, and vise versa.

Before [Name] could say anything else, Leon slowly dropped to his knees. His hands secured themselves on the backs of [Name]'s thighs. He held him close as he looked up at him through his eyelashes. [Name]'s grip on his glass faulted slightly. Leon looked so beautiful. Heat was building between his legs. Leon knew exactly what he was doing.

"I love you." Leon's voice was almost a whisper. His hands pulled [Name] just a little closer, leaving no space between them. His strength was always so attractive to [Name].

One of the hands left his thigh and moved to the black belt that held up [Name] suit pants. He undid it with ease. [Name] had to put down the glass of wine before he dropped it. His own hand ran through Leon's hair as his pants were pulled down and out from around his feet. The boxers he wore were quick to follow. He hadn't even realized he was already half hard. Maybe he had more alcohol than he thought. Leon kissed up [Name]'s thighs now, equally distributing kisses on each leg. He smiled at the satisfied hum that came  from [Name].

"You think this is what Mia was thinking?" Leon's breath was warm against, [Name]'s skin.

So that was her name.

"Why, jealous?"

"No. I trust you. It just makes me feel good knowing that people want you and I'm the lucky guy who gets to have you." He gave one last kiss to [Name]'s thigh before settling his focus on what he wanted most.

Fully hard by this point, Leon licked up [Name]'s length. Those blue eyes looked up to watched the other man's reactions carefully. His actions were met with a small tug to his hair. Leon loved pleasing his husband more than anything in the world. His mouth soon encased [Name] fully. [Name] knees felt week at the contact. The hand that wasn't in Leon's hair rested on Leon's shoulder. His eyes threatened to close in pleasure but he wanted to watch Leon. Needed to see him.

"God, Leon..."

His palm now against the side of Leon's face. Leon leaned into it ever so slightly, moaning around [Name]. Leon reached to unbuckle his own belt. Once his pants were open enough, his fingers grabbed ahold of himself, jerking off at a similar pace that his mouth was moving to. [Name] couldn't help but push his hips forward. When he hit the back of Leon's throat, instead of gaging, his eyes rolled back in pure pleasure. He didn't have much of a gag reflex any more.

Drool dribbled down the side of Leon's mouth as he continued to suck. His breath was ragged through his nose. His knees started to ache against the carpet beneath him. This was exactly where he wanted to be. Sucking off his husband, hearing those sounds from him that always drove him wild. If heaven exists, then he was sure this was it.

He knew [Name] was close. Before he could get there, Leon pulled off of him. The quick rise and fall of his chest grounded [Name] as he looked over Leon's face again. He was about to speak when Leon stood back up and kissed him hard. He could taste himself on the other's tongue.

"I'm not done with you yet." Leon muttered against [Name]'s mouth.

The rest of their clothes soon ended up on the bedroom floor. They'd worry about their nice clothes getting wrinkled some other time. Leon gently pushed [Name] until he was layed onto the mattress. [Name] adjusted himself further up the bed. Leon crawled over on top of him, straddling his hips.

"Let me ride you, baby."

Heat flared up in [Name]'s lower abdomen at the suggestion. Once they got older, Leon riding him became a rare thing. Not that either of them didn't enjoy it. Quite the opposite actually. It was just very physically taxing. It became something they did on special occasions or when Leon just felt extra good that day.

[Name] nodded in response and Leon gave him one last kiss on the lips before leaning back and lining [Name] up with his entrance. He was still slick from Leon's mouth moments ago. Leon sunk down with a low groan. His head shot back. The lines of his neck and his Adam's apple on full display now. He must have prepared himself earlier, knowing this was where the night was going to go.

Slowly but surely, Leon found a rhythm that suited him best. The rise and fall of his incredible body was truly a sight to see. [Name] held his hips to help stabilize his movements. Leon's hands landed on the other man's chest to hold himself up.

"I never get tired of seeing you like this." [Name] spoke between heavy breaths.

"Good, cause I never get tired of how you feel. Love this- hah... love this body of yours so bad. Feels so good."

Leon repeated quite "love you"s under his breath as he rolled his hips. A louder moan escaped him at the feel of [Name] hitting his prostate. He gripped [Name]'s chest like his life depended on it. His mouth falling agape as small whines left those pretty lips of his.

"Please keep looking at me like that." Leon took one of the hands on the other's chest and started to touch himself again. He wanted to give [Name] a little show of his affection and need as his hand moved up and down his length. He needed [Name] to watch as he pleasured himself on top of him.

"I'm close, Leon."

"Me too. Me too, baby. Ah- Just a little bit longer. A strong man like you can hold out, right?" [Name] nodded. "Good. That's good. Move those hips for me, I won't break."

[Name] did as asked and tried his best to push his hips up into Leon. The grip on Leon was tighter than what he thought. He used the grip to push him up and back down again. All in time with his own hips. Leon's moans filled the bedroom. He bounced relentlessly as he stroked himself.

"That's it. Just like that."

Neither one of them could last much longer. With a yell, Leon went first, spurting all over [Name] abs. [Name] was soon to follow. His release filled the other man. Completely spent, Leon got off [Name] with a low groan. [Name]'s release leaked out of him as he did so. He then nearly fell onto [Name], head in the crook of his neck as [Name] had his arms around him.

They stayed like that for a good while before [Name] led them both to the shower. He cleaned Leon up and took care of him as he usually did. This time with a little more extra care given Leon worked so hard. They cleaned up, got back in bed, and slept in each others arms.

Morning came, and Leon was first to wake up. He saw [Name]'s sleeping form and smiled before planting a kiss to his cheek. He admired him for a few minutes before getting up, slipping on a pair of boxers, and headed to the kitchen to start the coffee maker. As he turned the machine on, he remembered about the file. He made his way into the living room and grabbed it from under the couch cushion. Upon opening it, he was first met with a few pictures. It was pictures of two people he didn't recognize. They didn't look well at all. They had stange marks and scaring on their skin. Leon furrowed his brows at the sight. He'd seen stuff like this all the time as a DSO agent. He flipped the page and that's when his heart sunk.

Agent [Lastname] on standby for investigation. Next call between January 2nd, and January 16th. Expect hostiles.

[Name] cracked open his eyes. That familiar weight on the bed beside him wasn't there. He leaned up and looked around for Leon. That's when he saw him in the doorway. He smiled at first until he saw the file in Leon's hand. Leon held it up.

"Were you just not going to tell me?" Leon questioned. [Name] sighed and layed back down on the mattress.

"I was... eventually. I didn't want you to worry about it."

"[Name], you can't go. You're still recovering."

"I have to, Leon."

Leon dropped the papers half hazardly onto the nearby desk. He joined the other in bed again and held him tightly.

"They can send someone else." Leon's voice was muffled in [Name]'s neck. "It's too soon. You just got back. You aren't even fully healed yet."

"There's no other Agent on call-"

"I'll go."

"Leon-"

"I'm serious. If I can't go in your place, they can at least let me go with you."

Another sigh. They have been here before many times. It usually isn't a problem but [Name] can only guess that the reason Leon is so worried about him is because he's not young anymore. He's not as resilient as he once was. Leon was so afraid of loosing him. [Name] was also petrified of losing Leon.

Leon leaned his head up to look at [Name]. He always looked at him like he was the most precious thing in the universe. "I'll have a talk with them later. Figure something out." He said.

"You know how important you are. They keep you avaliable for bigger things than this."

"I don't give a damn. You're more important to me."

Before [Name] could argue further, Leon kissed him. He hated that he had to leave him. Hated that it was so soon. They would endure though, as they always have. It would take a lot more to break them apart. If anything, they had been through worse over the years. As long as Leon lived, he would make sure his lover was a safe as humanly possible. No matter what it took.

[cybersite]

Master List

(Sorted oldest to newest)

CyberSite Notes: I will be writing for rather games and anime in the future, it will just take some time as RE is my favorite gaming franchise.

Resident Evil:

RE9 Leon S. Kennedy X Male Husband (Potter) Reader:

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RE9 Leon S. Kennedy X Zombie Husband Reader:

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Older Leon S. Kennedy X Rookie Male Reader:

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RE9 Leon S. Kennedy X Male Reader (Actor AU):

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RE4 - RE9 Leon S. Kennedy X Pilot Male Reader:

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Leon S. Kennedy X Scientist Male Reader:

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[ancunincurator]

There's just something about how Astarion goes from thinking of himself as someone with only one talent, that he has nothing else to offer you and, inevitably, you'll find someone better and leave.

To someone who with his whole chest, heart and soul declares out loud without any hint of doubt that of course you like him simply for who he is, why is that so hard to believe?

There's just something about Astarion's personal quest having nothing to do with the main story line. How willingly walking into a vampire den to free him takes precious time away from what you actually came to the city to do. But you care enough to do it anyway.

And then he holds the power of 7000 souls in his hands, a power he's said he will share with you, something else he finally has to offer and would be proud to give you. But instead you remind him again he has plenty to offer without it, and in that moment he knows you truly didn't bring him here out of desire for his power but for his freedom. And maybe that's the last piece that falls into place which finally makes him believe you when you say he is enough.

But I dunno.

[oonalovesastarionssimpleplan]

Thats so beautiful

[meanbossart]

Can I put your Drow in my game? And if so, what are his Character creator selections and do you use mods?

OF COURSE YOU CAN, here's the Drow recipe:

Beefy drow body, of course. He's Fighter class but do whatever you want obviously, turn him into a bard or something! He needs a hobby.

And besides putting him in fun outfits every once in a while, I use no mods for his appearance. If you want the shirtless-all-the-time drow experience just steal Karlach's PJs and keep them always toggled on, that's what I do until I get that sexy helldusk armor in act 3.

[thedomesticanthropologist]

People headcanon Astarion getting emotional/soft/weepy when you do nice things for him but may I present to you:

An Astarion who gets /mad/ about it. You wash his clothes for him while he's gone, and instead of being grateful, he asks you what you want out of it.

You bring him things you think he will like, extra loot, etc and of course he takes it and is ever so grateful... but his eyes narrow in suspicion and a frown tugs at his lips. He stares at the items, turning them over, wondering what's wrong with them.

Give me an Astarion who is always waiting 'for the other shoe to drop', who questions every kind thing you try to do, who accepts it but does not bask in your light- he winces, for it is too bright.

Give me Astarion learning how to trust your kindness with the same enthusiasm one would have going to the dentist to get a rotten tooth pulled without anesthetic.

[tadpolebrains]

Also: An Astarion that does nice stuff back not because he’s being a good person, but because he doesn’t want to be indebted to you in any way.

You washed his clothes? Well, fuck you. He’s going to stitch up that tear in your shirt and there’s nothing you can do about it. Find a different shirt while he does it.

You got him some extra loot? Well, the next time you’re in a battle, he goes for the person trying to attack you before they can hit you. You’re welcome.

He makes sure he has some ‘favor’ over you before asking to drink your blood any given time. Can’t have you doing favors for him and trying to pull it over his head later. He keeps track of who owes who like he’s collecting receipts to do taxes.

Even after he starts figuring out he can trust you, trying to balance out his ‘debt’ is a hard habit to break.

[duskiily]

"V isn't in love with johnny"

how the FUCK do you explain this then

[lucrezianoin]

Welcome to my Wyllstarion propaganda!

The thread of wyllstarion video mentioned in the slides is here on twitter, plus the Wyll-about-Cazador-vid is here. I will post a new compilation of all their scenes soon here.

Currently if you want to watch a Wyllstarion playthrough you can check my bilibili, but I will reupload all with timestamps on youtube.

Also yes, Wyll does call his romanced player-partner "my star" and if that is not perfect for Astarion I do not know what is. And Astarion mentions "sweet" so many times (sweet = Wyll, but he also reveals he likes sweets) and Wyll deserves someone who is enamoured with his kindness.

(throws wyllstarion fanvideos at you)

[lucrezianoin]

#shipping wyllstarion feels like seeing with your third eye

no but i am delusional, I truly exist in a word where I think if people saw how they interacted they would ship them

[neckromantics]

We don't talk enough about how absolutely devastating and romantic and hot the idea is that Astarion would know the scent of your blood anywhere.

How quickly he would notice when you've even the slightest of nics? When, no matter how focused on anything else he might be at the time, he always comes to check it out?

You'll be peeling a piece of apple with your pocket knife when it slips in your grip. The sharp edge of the blade slices a shallow cut into the meat of your thumb, and you inhale sharply through your nose even though it barely hurts at all. Instinct has you sucking your injured digit into your mouth with a soft curse– the sweet juice of the fruit you were snacking on quickly overpowered by the metallic twang of blood.

You nearly jump out of your skin when he appears over you not a moment later. He makes some offhand comment about how careless you are. Takes hold of your injured hand and tuts like he intends to tease, but he isn't fooling anyone.

He stands so close, jaw ticking as he clenches his teeth, a tension in his shoulders that tells you he's doing everything in his power to keep composure. Your blood calls to him like a moth to a flame, and as funny as you find it in the moment, you don't have the heart to tease him for it. It's actually kind of endearing.

He'd only get quicker in noticing as time passes.

Especially after you've been traveling together for a few years, and he's come to know your scent better than his own. Which only makes sense considering how often he's got his nose pressed to some part of you. (He thinks you smell good.)

At this point, when you get injured in battle, he often catches the fragrance before you've even processed that you've been hit.

He'd suck in a sharp breath through his teeth– a hiss so loud that it catches your attention just enough for you to spare him a glance as you fight.

It's all you need to see just how blown his pupils are from where you're standing, mostly because his gaze is laser locked onto you to second you search for him. His movements turn faster. Deadlier, as he scans the field before you. Determined. Hungry. Angry. He's searching for the sorry wretch that dared to get the best of you– that dared spill even a drop of his beloved's precious blood upon the soil.

You've already taken them down, of course. Poor sap might have gotten a good dig in at your shoulder, but ultimately didn't stand a chance once he properly pissed you off.

Astarion's eyes go heavy.

Half-lidded in that special way of his and only darkening further as he appraises you. You can practically feel it as he follows the line of your throat, zeroes in on your pulse point for a moment, before settling to watch the warm crimson that's beginning to soak into the sleeve of your tunic.

You see a bit of concern in those eyes, but then he sees your smile and– A flash of hot, honeyed desire catches you by surprise.

You suddenly can't tell if it's just the blood loss making you woozy or if he's about to make you swoon like a maiden from an old romance novel. You try (and fail) to keep a straight face when he sinks his dagger into his final opponent's neck without so much as a glance their way.

There's a splash of red against pale white skin, and a lifeless body dropping to the grass by his feet. Your heart stutters in your chest, and he all but moans in response to the sound of it. A mere four paces and he's on you– hands and teeth and tongue exploring every inch of your exposed skin, ripping open parts of your armor to gain better access, like you're not stood in a field of gore and ruin and freshly spilled blood.

You cling to him like a lifeline.

Before he drags you away to camp– to a warm tent and a soft bedroll where he can have his way with you for as long as you and your mortal body will allow him– he has you down a potion of healing or two.

And it's a good thing one of you has a Lesser Restoration spell handy somehow, cause you're most definitely gonna need it.

[mishtress-deactivated20240310]

Well. That's going to live rent-free in my head for the rest of the day. (Thank you, OP!)

[kawareo]

Baby Cravings

Love that Durge eating babies is canon (im like 99% sure). Horrible being. Gortash might have started planning for the future but he's reconsidering lmao

anyway i am becoming less of an enemy with backgrounds every day, slowly

[lazylittledragon]

do i have to post an in-depth tutorial on how i make my frappes at home if it'll get people to stop going to fucking starbucks

[lazylittledragon]

ok hello everybody we're going to learn things together today

firstly get yourself one of these travel cups. they're not expensive and this one has a cap for the straw hole so you can take it with you without it spilling

you will need:

2-3 shots chilled espresso (DON'T use cold brew, the flavour won't be as strong and it's too much liquid)

1 cup milk of choice

a handful of ice cubes

any syrup/sweetener (2-4 pumps or measure with your heart)

1 tsp frappe base. this is the most important part because it's a binder/emulsifier that holds it together and gives it a texture like melted ice cream. you can get it in a powder or a liquid and there's also tutorials to make it yourself.

optional bonus: caramel/chocolate drizzle, whipped cream, sprinkles, etc etc etc

put everything in the blender and blend for 20-30 seconds.

it's ridiculously easy and also SO MUCH CHEAPER in the long run (my syrups are only £6 for 1 litre, the base is a bit more expensive but it takes ages to run out). it's also better for me as an IBS babe because i know exactly what's going into it and i can alter it and still have my favourite coffee on my bad days.

also i know sometimes it's nice to not have to do it yourself and buy it as a little treat, but i promise there are other places you can go to support the boycott (and they're probably cheaper and taste better, honestly).

yes, not being able to buy your favourite drink anymore is annoying. as it fucking should be. people are dead.

[lazylittledragon]

did somebody say dadkarios