☁︎⋅ telling rookie!leon he’s a pretty boy between kisses (inspired by this)
he was trying so hard to look serious and that was what made it impossible not to smile.
leon kneeled between your legs on the couch. fresh from a shower, his damp blonde hair fell over his forehead in soft, uneven pieces. no tactical gear, no gun holster. just an oversized gray shirt and pink ears because you had been kissing him for the last five minutes and he didn’t know what to do with himself.
his hands held your waist awkwardly, as if he hadn’t earned the right to touch you yet.
you kissed the corner of his mouth. then the other.
then right over his smile that he tried to hide.
“you’re so needy,” he teased, his voice quiet but playful.
“you’re cute.”
he scoffed.
you leaned in again, pressing another kiss to his lips. this time, it was slow, sweet, and lingered for a moment. when you pulled back, your noses brushed and you could see his pupils dilating.
“pretty boy.”
leon blinked. “what?”
you kissed him again before he could question it. soft and warm.
a kiss against the edge of his jaw.
“my pretty boy.”
his whole face flushed a bright red.
“c’mon,” he muttered, trying to look offended and failing miserably. “don’t call me that…”
“oh?” you kissed the tip of his nose. “then what should I call you?”
he opened his mouth to protest, but you caught it with another kiss. he smiled against your lips.
“pretty boy,” you whispered again.
it was almost unfair how easily you could make him melt. he looked at you with those wide rookie eyes. “you really think I’m…pretty?” he asked quietly.
you answered him by cradling his face in both hands and kissing him once, twice, three times in a row.
“pretty” kiss
“very pretty” kiss
“prettiest boy I’ve ever seen” kiss
leon let out a chuckle, leaning up to envelop you in his arms. he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, groaning playfully.
“you’re making fun of meee..”
“noo,” you pulled back to look at him. “I’m appreciating you.”
your thumb brushed over his cheek, tracing the constellations of scars and discolored skin. “look at you,” you murmured. “soft hair, big puppy eyes, your mouth-”
leon groaned, embarrassed and flushed by the compliments. he tried to hide his face again, but you caught him with a kiss before he could.
“my handsome rookie,” you giggled.
he was beaming at this point, a bright smile on his face. then, he unexpectedly gathered the courage to lean forward first.
he kissed you. it was clumsy and filled with nerves, but it was tender. it was his way of pouring out his emotions. when he pulled back, his cheeks were a soft pink.
description: after a long day of work at the dso, you were streaming when a subscriber admits they embarrassed themselves in front of a crush. to make them feel better, you tell them about the time you embarrassed yourself in front of an older agent, who you just so happened to have a fat crush on.
fluff ✿ 2.3k words -> leon kennedy masterlist
You had been working at the DSO for about two years. It was pretty mundane until you were moved to the location where some of the best field agents and dispatchers clocked in for work.
Among them, 30 year veteran Agent Leon Kennedy.
You heard so many stories about the guy growing up. You couldn’t believe he was the one to save the president's daughter by himself, let alone survive Raccoon city in ‘98.
Needless to say, it was sort of surreal seeing him stalk around the office your first day at work.
He was insanely good looking, but the years weren’t kind to him. You could tell from the way his shoulders were slightly hunched over from carrying the weight of the world for so long, the silver strands paving their way into his otherwise dark hair, and the faint lines etching their way across his face.
But, man, was he delectable.
You couldn’t help it! It wasn’t just the way he looked, but the way he acted.
He was kind to everyone around him. His dry jokes were awful in the best way. He was smart and you could tell he went out of his way to make everyone comfortable, including you.
You actually felt a little out of place on your first day, but he made sure to introduce himself to you first and mention you to his other colleagues to save you the awkward introductions.
Sometimes when he’d stumble into headquarters fresh from a mission, you’d steal a few glances, partly in concern and partly because a hot older guy was groaning and panting around headquarters with blood all over him.
Leon always looked a little rough when he returned. His hair would be slightly disheveled, jacket gone for whatever reason, clothes creased and worn from travel.
Sometimes there were faint bruises under his eye or temple or dried blood that wasn’t even his, splattered across his collar and arms.
Despite looking like a hot mess, he still carried himself with that conviction that made everyone move out of his way without even thinking about it.
Almost every single damn time you snuck a glance, he’d catch you red handed. Those sharp blue eyes would flick your way and he’d nod, or if he still had the energy, come over and talk to you.
You always looked away in record time, suddenly finding the report in front of you wildly interesting.
You internally screamed whenever he’d walk over to your desk, lean against it, and ask you how your day was like he didn’t just come back from hell.
It took everything in you not to act like a horny teenager and stare at the veins in his forearms, the little hairs and the speckles of blood decorating them.
And you could never weather that beautiful stare of his.
Why’d he have to look at people so intently when they spoke?
Damn blue eyed stare.
You needed to convince him to get brown contacts or something.
As exciting as the job was sometimes, you just wanted to go home, hop on your computer, and forget the world existed by playing whatever games you found interesting.
You started streaming about a year ago and had recently reached a decent following.
It was insane, but you were glad you weren’t popular enough to be blasted all over TikTok or Instagram.
You were mid stream when someone donated fifty gifted subs.The message attached admitted they’d embarrassed themselves in front of their crush.
You thanked them of course, but chuckled at their admission.
You sighed, the memory of the other day resurfacing.
“I know how you feel, trust me,” you said, giving the camera a knowing look.
Your chat instantly exploded with people egging you on.
And Leon surely wasn’t on Twitch so…
you spilled.
“If it makes you feel any better, I embarrassed myself real bad in front of my crush at work the other day too.”
You bit the skin on your hand as the memory plagued you.
Then you shook your head with a nervous chuckle. “Oh man, I don’t even know if I should say this…”
Another gifted sub popped up.
Spill the tea I won’t tell anyone I promise
“Alright but if you clip this you’re all banned. Well actually I’m like ninety nine percent sure this guy isn’t even on social media okay he’s…he’s older so I don’t have to worry about him finding out.”
You rolled your eyes as new chats came in.
OLDER??
like how much older?
You scratched the back of your neck, “he's like....50?”
FIVE ZERO?
beekeeping age
an older man you say???
Dilffff
Oh so he’s a dilf
You gave the webcam a flat look.
“…Okay yeah he’s kind of a dilf, “ You faltered, “but he doesn’t have children okay, not that I know of.”
You shifted in your seat.
“This guy is very well known within our company. And I don’t know—he’s just great. He’s nice to everyone, he’s funny, and he cares about people.”
You huffed at the incoming words of encouragement, or words of delusion.
get him
SEDUCE HIM
WHAT DOES HE LOOK LIKE
whats his name
“I don’t know if I should describe him cause I wanna respect his privacy,” you said with a small laugh. “But let’s just call him ‘the dilf from work’. He’s so out of my league it’s ridiculous.”
You leaned closer to the mic.
“So the other day I was in the break room grabbing a snack before my shift. I was half asleep, okay? Like barely functioning and he walks in.”
You buried your face in your hands for a second before continuing.
“And I panic because I didn’t expect him to be there so early. So I try to move out of the way really fast so he can get to the coffee machine. He sort of leans down to grab a coffee pod, while I grab my steel water bottle…and it sort of swings down—”
You pause, biting your tongue.
Your chat instantly filled with NOOOOOOOOs and you're assuming people know what comes next.
“…He stands up and slams his head into the water bottle as it’s swinging toward him—”
You clutched your forehead, “So now I’m panicking and apologizing cause I bonked him in the head and he’s just crouching there looking confused while I'm holding a hand over the area to prevent it from bleeding more.”
Oh honey…
Yea i would clear out the whole room
loll no he probably thought it was cute trust….
real
“I felt like a fucking idiot!” you cried with a little laugh, rubbing your face in anguish.
You covered your eyes with your palms and peeked through your fingers to read chat, "At least he was nice about it, he didn’t even complain.”
You sigh, “but that was still embarrassing.”
“I would never wish harm on anyone,” you continued quietly, “but I hope he got a concussion and forgets that even happened…or just forgets I exist in general.”
Comments rolled in again.
imagine he sees this
help
yall better not clip ts
“No, don't worry,” you reassured. “He’s not gonna see this. No one at my work is on Twitch or social media or anything like that.”
You let your arms fall back to the armrests and rocked the chair once, eyes flicking over the flood of messages.
Most of them were variations of there’s no way.
And despite yourself, you suppressed a stupid little smile.
Because there was still a part of that embarrassing story you hadn’t told them because thinking about it still made your heart do something extremely annoying.
It happened right after the water bottle incident.
You’d found the little first aid kit in one of the cupboards and patched the cut on his forehead as best as you could while apologizing about twenty times. Leon had been sitting on the edge of the counter, head tilted forward a little so you could reach him, one hand braced against the surface beside him.
You were trying very hard not to think about how close he was. Or how embarrassing it was that you had nailed a federal agent in the head with a metal water bottle.
“There,” you muttered once the bandage was finally in place.
Your fingers were still a little shaky as you stepped back. “Sorry,” you added again.
Leon waved you off with a soft grin, “Ah, don’t worry about it.”
You turned toward the sink to throw the wrapper from the bandage away when you noticed there was dried blood on your fingers.
His blood. You froze for a second, staring at it.
“Oh,” you murmured quietly to yourself.
You reached for the sink to wash it off before it could smear on anything else, but you barely had time to turn the faucet when Leon spoke.
“Here, " he slid off the counter, "Let me.”
You glanced back.
Your pulse jumped the second his fingers wrapped around your wrist, they were huge and a little dry and calloused.
“Sorry about that,” he said, before he gently rinsed your hand under the faucet for longer than necessary and squeezed it a bit to ring it dry, like all this was his fault.
Back in the present, your chair rocked softly as chat continued flying up the screen.
“But anyways…I’m sure I’ll get over it someday.”
The next day at work you were running on maybe four hours of sleep.
You barely noticed Leon approaching until his shadow fell across your desk.
When you looked up, there he was with two cups of coffee in his hands.
He slid one toward you, and you straightened in surprise, “Oh—thank you!”
“Figured you’d need it, you’ve been here all day,” His voice was low and warm, a little rough around the edges like he was tired too.
Leon leaned forward, resting both elbows on your desk like he always did. The sleeves of his dark shirt were pushed up just slightly, revealing those familiar muscles you tried very hard not to stare at.
His hair was a little messy today, strands falling loosely across his forehead. There were faint shadows beneath his eyes that hinted he hadn’t slept much either, maybe he was working late, but somehow it only made him look better.
Your eyes were so dry they almost made the SpongeBob blinking sound, so you rubbed them.
“Tired?” He asked, gaze flitting around your face.
“Yeah…I was up all night finishing some reports after streaming.” You grin sheepishly.
He nods, “Streaming huh?”
You blinked.
“Yeah—you know…like on Twitch. Playing games and talking to chat and stuff.”
Leon’s mouth twitched faintly as he raised his cup to take a sip,
“I know what streaming is,” he clarified, eyes nearly piercing at you over the rim of his cup, like he was staring right into your soul.
You shifted in your seat, “Oh.”
“I’m not that old,” he added, voice softer this time.
You laughed, “Sorry, I just figured it wasn’t your kind of thing.”
He shifted his weight slightly against your desk, one shoulder dipping as he leaned more comfortably into the conversation.
“You’d be surprised,” he continued. “I’ve actually seen a few of yours.”
You froze completely.
“…Huh?” You said stupidly.
“Yeah.” Leon gave a small shrug like it was nothing, though the corner of his mouth and the glint in his eyes hinted he was enjoying your turmoil.
“I’m not really online myself, but Sherry said you had a big following…figured I’d take a look and see what you got up to after work.”
Your stomach dropped straight through the floor.
Damn Sherry.
Whenever he talked with the two of you, she was always looking at you with that little smirk. Or worse, nudged you on the shoulder whenever he approached you guys and made up some lame excuse to leave you alone with him…you knew she could sense your fat crush on him from day one.
“Oh.” Your brain was replaying every second of last night. “Okay.” You cleared your throat, trying to behave normally.
Then you noticed him rub the side of his head absently, fingers brushing along his temple.
“I’m so sorry again about hitting your head the other day,” you blurted out.
“What do you mean?” he blinked.
You stared, “When I hit your head with the water bottle?”
An amused huff left him, “I actually don’t remember much, I think I got a concussion. Been forgetting everything lately.”
You straightened immediately.
Wait, he actually got a concussion?…From a water bottle? So much for America's toughest agent.
You shook your head, what were you thinking?
So insensitive.
“I’m so sorry,” you frown, a wave of guilt washing over you, “Is it like a short term memory loss kind of thing?”
Leon watched you for a moment, then a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You could call it that.”
You nodded slowly, completely serious.
His eyes softened slightly as he looked down at you. Then he pushed off the desk, standing up straight again, “Ah, forgot I’ve got a meeting to head to.”
“Good luck,” You say a little dejectedly, expecting him to walk away, but he leaned closer.
You blinked, swallowing at his proximity.
“You might have to remind me what happened later over dinner,” he crooned.
What.
“Over dinner?...”
“Over dinner,” He concluded, leaning away to slip his jacket on, “You know, since you ‘bonked’ my head so hard.”
Your soul left your body.
“But—“
“I’ll pick you up at seven.” Leon winked and walked away, leaving you sitting there, face burning, realizing two horrifying things at once.
One.
He definitely watched your stream.
And two.
You were absolutely going to dinner with the dilf from work.
A few months later, things were different, but in a good way.
You had somehow survived the embarrassment of that stream and maiming Leon, the panic of realizing he heard about the stream, and the nerves that came along with that first dinner.
And now here you are, still streaming.
Except now there was a six foot government agent occasionally wandering through your apartment like it was the most normal thing in the world.
You were mid stream when your front door clicked open.
Your chat was already moving fast, colorful messages flying past your screen as you tried to focus. Behind you, you heard the quiet thud of footsteps and the rustle of a jacket being set down. You didn’t turn around right away since you were in the middle of a fight in your game, but you could hear him moving around the apartment, unhurried and quiet in that way he always was.
Your chat, unfortunately, noticed.
who just came in?
DOOR?
Is that a mannn???
You tried to ignore them, but a second later Leon stepped up beside your desk.
You caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye. His hair was a little messy like usual, the collar of his jacket slightly rumpled, and he looked tired the way he often did after work.
He was holding a small paper bag. Without interrupting you, he quietly set a couple snacks down beside your keyboard. You looked up, giving him a soft grin as he crouched to give you a quick kiss.
Your chat exploded again.
HELLO?????
wait guys whose that
SNACK DELIVERY???
IS THAT HIM
tHe WORK DILF…
You snickered under your breath.
Leon leaned a hip against the side of your desk, folding his arms loosely as he watched your screen for a second.
His expression was calm, faintly amused for someone being examined by thousands.
When the chapter of the game ended with a cut scene, you leaned back in your chair with a relieved exhale.
“Okay guys, relax,” you said, grabbing one of the snacks Leon brought.
You glanced sideways at him.
He raised an eyebrow slightly, “Don’t be rude, Hon, aren’t you gonna introduce me?”
You rolled your eyes.
“Chat this is the work dilf I told you guys about a few months ago.”
Leon let out a quiet chuckle at that, “The work what?”
He braced one hand on the back of your chair and leaned down further until his head appeared on the edge of the camera frame. He squinted slightly at the screen, trying to read the messages flying past.
HELLO SIR
Yo is that Leon Kennedy??
HI LEON
easy white chocolate
Your work dilf saved the presidents daughter?
Easy there white chocolate
BE cool chat
they work for the dso it makes sense
His brow furrowed with genuine confusion. “Why are they calling me white chocolate?”
You shook your head as the chat spammed even more at the sound of his voice.
ooo he’s real
HIS VOICE
flash us
BEEKEEPING AGE
Leon leaned a little closer to the monitor.
“…What’s beekeeping age?”
You dropped your head into your hands.
Leon glanced down at you, a small crooked smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“Should I be concerned?” he asked quietly.
You shook your head in defeat, “I don’t even know.”
While your chat was having the time of their lives, Leon leaned one arm on the desk, settling in like he had officially joined the stream.
He scanned the chat slowly.
“Alright,” he murmured, “I’ll read some more.”
You winced,
“Maybe don’t—“
Too late.
HOW OLD ARE YOU
Leon huffed, “Old.”
Wait so what do you guys do for work?
Leon paused, “…We work for the government.”
ARE YOU ACTUALLY THE WORK CRUSH
Leon glanced sideways at you, eyes softening just a little, “I hope so.”
aww how did you fall in lovve??
“Well, I knew they were the one for me when I was clocked in the head with a bottle.”
You smacked his chest, “It wasn't on purpose!”
Your heart flipped a little when he grabbed your hand and placed a soft kiss on your palm.
He straightened up after a moment, grabbing a snack from the bag. “Well, this has been…enlightening.”
“Sure was,” you muttered under your breath.
He glanced down at you, “You’ done embarrassing yourself online for the night?”
You huffed, “…No.”
Leon chuckled quietly, then ruffled your hair as he walked away.
You looked at the webcam like your chat was in timeout. “I hate all of you.”
Leon’s voice drifted from the kitchen.
“Be nice.”
Your viewers immediately sided with him of course.
synopsis: your boyfriend overhears you calling him your husband and is losing it (in the best way possible).
content warning: none! a (very) fluffy piece with a bit of angst sprinkled here and there but just to make it extra fluffy in the end so it’s worth it. <3
Rare were the days Leon would come home early. It’s probably even safe to say it actually never happened before today — his hectic schedule never allowing him to do so. But oh could he get used to it easily… The simple thought of spending more time with you already swelling his heart with happiness and impatience.
Parking his car next to yours, right in front of your shared house, it only took him a few seconds to reach the door, opening it slowly — carefully, as if he wanted to surprise you. But as soon as he stepped inside, your voice reached his ears. Sharp, clearly a bit annoyed… And on the phone, as no one else could be heard. Closing the door behind him, Leon’s brows furrowed as he tried to focus on what you were saying, making his way to the living room — Where you were standing still, one hand on your hip, the other holding the phone to your ear, your eyes focused on the fireplace. From where he was, Leon could only see your back. And you definitely had no idea he was home…
He wasn’t trying to eavesdrop — He really wasn’t. It just… Happened, somehow.
“No, I told you multiple times my husband and I aren’t interested in this insurance deal, we’re already covered.”
He froze, breath hitching, eyes widening ever so slightly. Husband… Your husband. Warmth flooded his entire body, his loving gaze never leaving you as Leon tried to process what was happening. To think you felt safe enough to call him this, to think you saw this relationship as something permanent, something that would last forever… To think you chose him over others. It felt overwhelming — Delightfully overwhelming. And he could swear his vision blurred for a bit, eyes glassy from the few tears of joy threatening to spill. It was already a privilege in itself to have you for himself. To walk outside, hand in hand, for the world to see. Leon is the kind of guy that worships the ground you walk on, that celebrates the smallest of your accomplissements like you just found the cure of a deadly disease… That can’t believe you’re his, despite his flaws.
Starting something with Leon wasn’t the easiest ship you had to sail — Far from it. The nightmares, the insecurities, the traumas, the fear of being rejected, abandoned… Or worst. To see you die. So many obstacles that could have ruined everything, so many times he told himself he didn’t deserve you — Only for you to be ever so patient with him, all the time. To be there when he woke up from his endless nightmares, to show him he also deserved to be loved and to know what happiness felt like. Leon was a mess when you first met him — emotionally wrecked, completely devastated by countless losses. To him, it felt like you were the light guiding him through the dark, to a better place… To a safe haven. So many people would have fled, leaving him behind, a bit more broken, a bit more vulnerable — But not you. You were determined to make it work, because you knew he was the love of your life, as stupid as it sounds. You knew you would never love someone else as much as you love him, so you stayed. Through the storms, through the sleepless nights, through the tears and anger.
Throwing your phone away on the couch, you turned around only to be started by his presence. A hand against your heart, you almost let a curse out.
“Jesus Leon… You could have told me you were here,” you let out a chuckle, reducing the distance between the two of you until your arms could reach the back of his nape. “Hello handsome.”
He stood there silently for a moment, still stunned — Still wondering if it was all a dream after all. Yet his arms gently pulled you closer, his lips pecking yours a few times, slow and soft.
“Hello, Mrs Kennedy,” the words felt good on his tongue. So good he wondered why he didn’t ask you to become his wife way sooner. Your eyes widen, mouth opening ever so slightly as a grin stretches his lips.
“It’s just that…” you’re embarrassed, warmth creeping up your cheeks as you’re caught redhanded. Was it too early? Did you do too much? Should you have asked him if it was okay for you to call him your husband first? Hundreds of questions crashed in your mind, only for them to vanish at the sound of his laugh reaching your ears. “Stop playing dumb,” you gently slap his shoulder, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.
“Your husband is dumb?” Leon teases, his fingers caressing the soft skin of your back, under your shirt.
“Oh zip it,” you scoff, eyes rolling in fake annoyance as you lift your face to kiss him, preventing him from embarrassing you further.
The kiss is tender, soft — Pure. Something that ressembles the love the two of you have for each other. It lasts for a few more seconds, his lips leaving yours almost reluctantly.
“Keep telling everyone I’m your husband Mrs Kennedy, because it will be a fact very, very soon.” He whispers, his warm breath fanning over your lips as your eyes flutter open to look at him. And for a moment, your heart beats so fast it feels like it’s about to burst off your ribcage. You want to cry, to jump everywhere, to tell everyone about it, to hold him tight until the euphoria passes — So many emotions all at once your brain struggles to process them all. You can feel your lash line watering despite all your efforts to keep those tears for yourself, as Leon gently grabs your face in between his large hands. Palms pressed against your cheeks, he kisses your forehead, the tip of your nose, your closed eyelids, your chin and then your lips one more time.
“I love you,” an other murmur, a promise. The three words Leon would sometimes struggle to say, and you never made him feel bad about it. Because you know how hard it is for him to love someone without being so afraid to lose them. Because you know there’s this little voice at the back of his head still telling him, from time to time, that he doesn’t deserve any of it. Those three words you sometimes hoped to hear more often, yet never blamed him for being who he is. How could you, after everything he’s been through?
And here they are — Those pretty tears rolling down your face, unable to stay still and hidden. But Leon kisses them all away as you sob silently, overwhelmed by all the love he’s giving you in this very moment.
“I love you too, Leon,” your voice is barely above a whisper, just loud enough for him to hear. Carefully, he places one of his arm on your lower back, his free hand grabbing one of yours, lifting it to his lips so he can kiss your wrist, then your knuckles.
“Say dada,” Leon says, before filling up the baby’s face with kisses. It’s the sweetest sight, truly, especially since your baby girl bursts into laughter.
“You know she can barely hold her head up, right? She won’t fulfill your wishes,” you answer, smiling as you watch Leon play with your three-month-old. Your husband, who complains that his daughter is growing too fast, is desperate for her to say her first words.
“She’s a smart girl, isn’t she?” he asks before blowing a raspberry on her tummy, earning a giggle from his little girl. Leon can’t help himself before pinching her chubby cheeks. “She’ll be speaking in no time.”
“Say dada, sweetheart. Dada.” He drags out the word, hoping that it’ll incite her to speak. As if the refined motor skill just needs some motivation from dad for it to get going. You let out a low laugh before deciding that you’ll let your husband be.
You never pictured Leon as this type of father. While he made it clear that he was overjoyed, you didn’t expect him to be so loving with the baby. It’s only natural though. And you can say that you’re overjoyed as you discover this new side of Leon. A side only you and your daughter get to see.
“Look she’s about to–” Leon’s eyes widen as she opens her mouth. He’s filled with false hope until he remembers that she loves to put her hands in her mouth. He sighs before he lets out a chuckle. He kisses her cheeks before saying, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“Honey, she won’t speak any time soon,” you remind him and he shakes his head.
“Don’t listen to mama, love. She doesn’t know just how smart you are,” he says, eyes engrossed with the baby. He looks at her adoringly up until she sneezes– And even then he’s completely enamored. She has the absolutely cutest sneezes.
description: after a long day of work at the dso, you were streaming when a subscriber admits they embarrassed themselves in front of a crush. to make them feel better, you tell them about the time you embarrassed yourself in front of an older agent, who you just so happened to have a fat crush on.
fluff ✿ 2.3k words -> leon kennedy masterlist
You had been working at the DSO for about two years. It was pretty mundane until you were moved to the location where some of the best field agents and dispatchers clocked in for work.
Among them, 30 year veteran Agent Leon Kennedy.
You heard so many stories about the guy growing up. You couldn’t believe he was the one to save the president's daughter by himself, let alone survive Raccoon city in ‘98.
Needless to say, it was sort of surreal seeing him stalk around the office your first day at work.
He was insanely good looking, but the years weren’t kind to him. You could tell from the way his shoulders were slightly hunched over from carrying the weight of the world for so long, the silver strands paving their way into his otherwise dark hair, and the faint lines etching their way across his face.
But, man, was he delectable.
You couldn’t help it! It wasn’t just the way he looked, but the way he acted.
He was kind to everyone around him. His dry jokes were awful in the best way. He was smart and you could tell he went out of his way to make everyone comfortable, including you.
You actually felt a little out of place on your first day, but he made sure to introduce himself to you first and mention you to his other colleagues to save you the awkward introductions.
Sometimes when he’d stumble into headquarters fresh from a mission, you’d steal a few glances, partly in concern and partly because a hot older guy was groaning and panting around headquarters with blood all over him.
Leon always looked a little rough when he returned. His hair would be slightly disheveled, jacket gone for whatever reason, clothes creased and worn from travel.
Sometimes there were faint bruises under his eye or temple or dried blood that wasn’t even his, splattered across his collar and arms.
Despite looking like a hot mess, he still carried himself with that conviction that made everyone move out of his way without even thinking about it.
Almost every single damn time you snuck a glance, he’d catch you red handed. Those sharp blue eyes would flick your way and he’d nod, or if he still had the energy, come over and talk to you.
You always looked away in record time, suddenly finding the report in front of you wildly interesting.
You internally screamed whenever he’d walk over to your desk, lean against it, and ask you how your day was like he didn’t just come back from hell.
It took everything in you not to act like a horny teenager and stare at the veins in his forearms, the little hairs and the speckles of blood decorating them.
And you could never weather that beautiful stare of his.
Why’d he have to look at people so intently when they spoke?
Damn blue eyed stare.
You needed to convince him to get brown contacts or something.
As exciting as the job was sometimes, you just wanted to go home, hop on your computer, and forget the world existed by playing whatever games you found interesting.
You started streaming about a year ago and had recently reached a decent following.
It was insane, but you were glad you weren’t popular enough to be blasted all over TikTok or Instagram.
You were mid stream when someone donated fifty gifted subs.The message attached admitted they’d embarrassed themselves in front of their crush.
You thanked them of course, but chuckled at their admission.
You sighed, the memory of the other day resurfacing.
“I know how you feel, trust me,” you said, giving the camera a knowing look.
Your chat instantly exploded with people egging you on.
And Leon surely wasn’t on Twitch so…
you spilled.
“If it makes you feel any better, I embarrassed myself real bad in front of my crush at work the other day too.”
You bit the skin on your hand as the memory plagued you.
Then you shook your head with a nervous chuckle. “Oh man, I don’t even know if I should say this…”
Another gifted sub popped up.
Spill the tea I won’t tell anyone I promise
“Alright but if you clip this you’re all banned. Well actually I’m like ninety nine percent sure this guy isn’t even on social media okay he’s…he’s older so I don’t have to worry about him finding out.”
You rolled your eyes as new chats came in.
OLDER??
like how much older?
You scratched the back of your neck, “he's like....50?”
FIVE ZERO?
beekeeping age
an older man you say???
Dilffff
Oh so he’s a dilf
You gave the webcam a flat look.
“…Okay yeah he’s kind of a dilf, “ You faltered, “but he doesn’t have children okay, not that I know of.”
You shifted in your seat.
“This guy is very well known within our company. And I don’t know—he’s just great. He’s nice to everyone, he’s funny, and he cares about people.”
You huffed at the incoming words of encouragement, or words of delusion.
get him
SEDUCE HIM
WHAT DOES HE LOOK LIKE
whats his name
“I don’t know if I should describe him cause I wanna respect his privacy,” you said with a small laugh. “But let’s just call him ‘the dilf from work’. He’s so out of my league it’s ridiculous.”
You leaned closer to the mic.
“So the other day I was in the break room grabbing a snack before my shift. I was half asleep, okay? Like barely functioning and he walks in.”
You buried your face in your hands for a second before continuing.
“And I panic because I didn’t expect him to be there so early. So I try to move out of the way really fast so he can get to the coffee machine. He sort of leans down to grab a coffee pod, while I grab my steel water bottle…and it sort of swings down—”
You pause, biting your tongue.
Your chat instantly filled with NOOOOOOOOs and you're assuming people know what comes next.
“…He stands up and slams his head into the water bottle as it’s swinging toward him—”
You clutched your forehead, “So now I’m panicking and apologizing cause I bonked him in the head and he’s just crouching there looking confused while I'm holding a hand over the area to prevent it from bleeding more.”
Oh honey…
Yea i would clear out the whole room
loll no he probably thought it was cute trust….
real
“I felt like a fucking idiot!” you cried with a little laugh, rubbing your face in anguish.
You covered your eyes with your palms and peeked through your fingers to read chat, "At least he was nice about it, he didn’t even complain.”
You sigh, “but that was still embarrassing.”
“I would never wish harm on anyone,” you continued quietly, “but I hope he got a concussion and forgets that even happened…or just forgets I exist in general.”
Comments rolled in again.
imagine he sees this
help
yall better not clip ts
“No, don't worry,” you reassured. “He’s not gonna see this. No one at my work is on Twitch or social media or anything like that.”
You let your arms fall back to the armrests and rocked the chair once, eyes flicking over the flood of messages.
Most of them were variations of there’s no way.
And despite yourself, you suppressed a stupid little smile.
Because there was still a part of that embarrassing story you hadn’t told them because thinking about it still made your heart do something extremely annoying.
It happened right after the water bottle incident.
You’d found the little first aid kit in one of the cupboards and patched the cut on his forehead as best as you could while apologizing about twenty times. Leon had been sitting on the edge of the counter, head tilted forward a little so you could reach him, one hand braced against the surface beside him.
You were trying very hard not to think about how close he was. Or how embarrassing it was that you had nailed a federal agent in the head with a metal water bottle.
“There,” you muttered once the bandage was finally in place.
Your fingers were still a little shaky as you stepped back. “Sorry,” you added again.
Leon waved you off with a soft grin, “Ah, don’t worry about it.”
You turned toward the sink to throw the wrapper from the bandage away when you noticed there was dried blood on your fingers.
His blood. You froze for a second, staring at it.
“Oh,” you murmured quietly to yourself.
You reached for the sink to wash it off before it could smear on anything else, but you barely had time to turn the faucet when Leon spoke.
“Here, " he slid off the counter, "Let me.”
You glanced back.
Your pulse jumped the second his fingers wrapped around your wrist, they were huge and a little dry and calloused.
“Sorry about that,” he said, before he gently rinsed your hand under the faucet for longer than necessary and squeezed it a bit to ring it dry, like all this was his fault.
Back in the present, your chair rocked softly as chat continued flying up the screen.
“But anyways…I’m sure I’ll get over it someday.”
The next day at work you were running on maybe four hours of sleep.
You barely noticed Leon approaching until his shadow fell across your desk.
When you looked up, there he was with two cups of coffee in his hands.
He slid one toward you, and you straightened in surprise, “Oh—thank you!”
“Figured you’d need it, you’ve been here all day,” His voice was low and warm, a little rough around the edges like he was tired too.
Leon leaned forward, resting both elbows on your desk like he always did. The sleeves of his dark shirt were pushed up just slightly, revealing those familiar muscles you tried very hard not to stare at.
His hair was a little messy today, strands falling loosely across his forehead. There were faint shadows beneath his eyes that hinted he hadn’t slept much either, maybe he was working late, but somehow it only made him look better.
Your eyes were so dry they almost made the SpongeBob blinking sound, so you rubbed them.
“Tired?” He asked, gaze flitting around your face.
“Yeah…I was up all night finishing some reports after streaming.” You grin sheepishly.
He nods, “Streaming huh?”
You blinked.
“Yeah—you know…like on Twitch. Playing games and talking to chat and stuff.”
Leon’s mouth twitched faintly as he raised his cup to take a sip,
“I know what streaming is,” he clarified, eyes nearly piercing at you over the rim of his cup, like he was staring right into your soul.
You shifted in your seat, “Oh.”
“I’m not that old,” he added, voice softer this time.
You laughed, “Sorry, I just figured it wasn’t your kind of thing.”
He shifted his weight slightly against your desk, one shoulder dipping as he leaned more comfortably into the conversation.
“You’d be surprised,” he continued. “I’ve actually seen a few of yours.”
You froze completely.
“…Huh?” You said stupidly.
“Yeah.” Leon gave a small shrug like it was nothing, though the corner of his mouth and the glint in his eyes hinted he was enjoying your turmoil.
“I’m not really online myself, but Sherry said you had a big following…figured I’d take a look and see what you got up to after work.”
Your stomach dropped straight through the floor.
Damn Sherry.
Whenever he talked with the two of you, she was always looking at you with that little smirk. Or worse, nudged you on the shoulder whenever he approached you guys and made up some lame excuse to leave you alone with him…you knew she could sense your fat crush on him from day one.
“Oh.” Your brain was replaying every second of last night. “Okay.” You cleared your throat, trying to behave normally.
Then you noticed him rub the side of his head absently, fingers brushing along his temple.
“I’m so sorry again about hitting your head the other day,” you blurted out.
“What do you mean?” he blinked.
You stared, “When I hit your head with the water bottle?”
An amused huff left him, “I actually don’t remember much, I think I got a concussion. Been forgetting everything lately.”
You straightened immediately.
Wait, he actually got a concussion?…From a water bottle? So much for America's toughest agent.
You shook your head, what were you thinking?
So insensitive.
“I’m so sorry,” you frown, a wave of guilt washing over you, “Is it like a short term memory loss kind of thing?”
Leon watched you for a moment, then a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You could call it that.”
You nodded slowly, completely serious.
His eyes softened slightly as he looked down at you. Then he pushed off the desk, standing up straight again, “Ah, forgot I’ve got a meeting to head to.”
“Good luck,” You say a little dejectedly, expecting him to walk away, but he leaned closer.
You blinked, swallowing at his proximity.
“You might have to remind me what happened later over dinner,” he crooned.
What.
“Over dinner?...”
“Over dinner,” He concluded, leaning away to slip his jacket on, “You know, since you ‘bonked’ my head so hard.”
Your soul left your body.
“But—“
“I’ll pick you up at seven.” Leon winked and walked away, leaving you sitting there, face burning, realizing two horrifying things at once.
One.
He definitely watched your stream.
And two.
You were absolutely going to dinner with the dilf from work.
A few months later, things were different, but in a good way.
You had somehow survived the embarrassment of that stream and maiming Leon, the panic of realizing he heard about the stream, and the nerves that came along with that first dinner.
And now here you are, still streaming.
Except now there was a six foot government agent occasionally wandering through your apartment like it was the most normal thing in the world.
You were mid stream when your front door clicked open.
Your chat was already moving fast, colorful messages flying past your screen as you tried to focus. Behind you, you heard the quiet thud of footsteps and the rustle of a jacket being set down. You didn’t turn around right away since you were in the middle of a fight in your game, but you could hear him moving around the apartment, unhurried and quiet in that way he always was.
Your chat, unfortunately, noticed.
who just came in?
DOOR?
Is that a mannn???
You tried to ignore them, but a second later Leon stepped up beside your desk.
You caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye. His hair was a little messy like usual, the collar of his jacket slightly rumpled, and he looked tired the way he often did after work.
He was holding a small paper bag. Without interrupting you, he quietly set a couple snacks down beside your keyboard. You looked up, giving him a soft grin as he crouched to give you a quick kiss.
Your chat exploded again.
HELLO?????
wait guys whose that
SNACK DELIVERY???
IS THAT HIM
tHe WORK DILF…
You snickered under your breath.
Leon leaned a hip against the side of your desk, folding his arms loosely as he watched your screen for a second.
His expression was calm, faintly amused for someone being examined by thousands.
When the chapter of the game ended with a cut scene, you leaned back in your chair with a relieved exhale.
“Okay guys, relax,” you said, grabbing one of the snacks Leon brought.
You glanced sideways at him.
He raised an eyebrow slightly, “Don’t be rude, Hon, aren’t you gonna introduce me?”
You rolled your eyes.
“Chat this is the work dilf I told you guys about a few months ago.”
Leon let out a quiet chuckle at that, “The work what?”
He braced one hand on the back of your chair and leaned down further until his head appeared on the edge of the camera frame. He squinted slightly at the screen, trying to read the messages flying past.
HELLO SIR
Yo is that Leon Kennedy??
HI LEON
easy white chocolate
Your work dilf saved the presidents daughter?
Easy there white chocolate
BE cool chat
they work for the dso it makes sense
His brow furrowed with genuine confusion. “Why are they calling me white chocolate?”
You shook your head as the chat spammed even more at the sound of his voice.
ooo he’s real
HIS VOICE
flash us
BEEKEEPING AGE
Leon leaned a little closer to the monitor.
“…What’s beekeeping age?”
You dropped your head into your hands.
Leon glanced down at you, a small crooked smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“Should I be concerned?” he asked quietly.
You shook your head in defeat, “I don’t even know.”
While your chat was having the time of their lives, Leon leaned one arm on the desk, settling in like he had officially joined the stream.
He scanned the chat slowly.
“Alright,” he murmured, “I’ll read some more.”
You winced,
“Maybe don’t—“
Too late.
HOW OLD ARE YOU
Leon huffed, “Old.”
Wait so what do you guys do for work?
Leon paused, “…We work for the government.”
ARE YOU ACTUALLY THE WORK CRUSH
Leon glanced sideways at you, eyes softening just a little, “I hope so.”
aww how did you fall in lovve??
“Well, I knew they were the one for me when I was clocked in the head with a bottle.”
You smacked his chest, “It wasn't on purpose!”
Your heart flipped a little when he grabbed your hand and placed a soft kiss on your palm.
He straightened up after a moment, grabbing a snack from the bag. “Well, this has been…enlightening.”
“Sure was,” you muttered under your breath.
He glanced down at you, “You’ done embarrassing yourself online for the night?”
You huffed, “…No.”
Leon chuckled quietly, then ruffled your hair as he walked away.
You looked at the webcam like your chat was in timeout. “I hate all of you.”
Leon’s voice drifted from the kitchen.
“Be nice.”
Your viewers immediately sided with him of course.
Keigo's father was a loud man, in more than just volume. His temperament was loud too, the type of loud that was unescapable.
It bled into the walls of that house and stained them with rage.
It thickened the air that filled every room until every bit of life that found place in your lungs was weighed down from his rage.
It bled into every breath, every word and every noise that found home within those four, bleeding walls. It was the hum from the refridgerator, the squeaking of broken cupboard hinges when they were slammed closed and the creaking of the floorboards beneth his fathers shoes.
His father's loudness was his rage and it engraved itself into everything he was and everything he would ever be, tainting his very core with the loudness of his rage.
Keigo's mother was a quiet women, unlike his father.
He never knew if his father's loudness just simply drowned out his mother or if everything about her was just simply quiet.
Like his father's loudness, his mother's quietness bleed into everything around her, like a wilting flower killing the rest of its bunch.
Her quietness simmered in every action that she refused to make, every dinner left untouched and every night her child went untucked.
It was the thudding of her childs heart in an empty bedrom, lacking the sound of a lullaby being sung, a book being read or even simply the sounds of a mothers love.
It was the stale air that followed after his father's loudness, the stillness that lingered between peeling wallpaper and broken floorboards that would never be acquainted with the loudness of a mother sheilding her child from the wrath of another.
Everything she was and could ever hoped to be were silent, something to linger in the background and swell in the loudness of others while making her child wilt into nothing between loud and quiet.
Keigo was not a loud man nor a quiet one.
He was simply something that lurked between, a loudness that was desperate to be heard but a quietness that kept it forever lingering in the void between now and later.
He is the quietness of his mother's acceptance, of the neglect that would forever seep within the confines of his bones and the loss of something he would never know that would always cause a sharp, throbbing ache within his heart.
He is the loudness of his father's neverending presence, the rage that painted the walls of that house and would forever bubble just below the surface of his skin and the shadows of all the regret and the pain that would forever follow behind, always too far out of reach to be fixed but forever close enough to remind him of what happened within those four, delapitated walls.
Keigo is a mosaic of everything his parents were and would continue to be. Shards of shattered glass held together with false hope, fractured memories and broken promises. Held together to create one beautiful landscape of pain and sorrow that woud be forever hidden beneath charming smiles, well timed chuckles and late night regrets.
In the battle of loud vs quiet, no one will will ever truly win.
You have always known of the blood that stained my skin, the scars that marred me to the bone and the conviction that filled the blood that once ran through my veins. You have seen the darkness that had previously lurked in the crimson of my eyes and that bleed into my every action and every word.
You have seen it all and yet you continued to shower me with a love I will always be certain that I did not deserve, with affections that I can only liken to a Goddess showing a devoted worshipper and a life that I wouldn't of even fathomed long before the darkness of injustice tainted my outlook on the world around us.
The love we shared, the love that I have for you, is now ingrained so deeply into the very core of my being that even death couldn't unwrite the code of your soul from my DNA. Even in death, I don't think my body could ever forget the love for you that is burned so intensely into my soul.
Even when my body rots and decays into the soil beneath my remains, the taste of you will be carved so profoundly into me that even the animals that tear the flesh from my bones will feel it in very bite. They'll spend the rest of their lives searching the world for another taste of that love, for the taste of you that will forever linger in the very essence of who I am.
I am no animal nor no man, I am a being that has always remained in the space between, just shy of each definition that I could never quite be placed. It had taken years for me to find a purpose, knowing I walked this earth to purge it of fake heroics but the moment I let myself stand in the light of your very existence for even a moment? I could of swore that my entire purpose begun and ended with you.
I do not have regrets, I will not die thinking of the things I could of done, not when I could die thinking of your soul but I think I will end with only one regret and that will only being able to leave you with a letter, a single piece of proof that I once walked this earth and loved you in a way I did not think my unworthy heart ever could truly love another.
I know my death is something you have never wanted to acknowledge but I apologise, my treasure, but the time has come that you do. I do not think I will see the end of this war, I do not think I will see All Might prevail or see the way you light up at the sight of my wretched form but I want you to be aware that I will fight until there is no air left in my lungs to come home to you. Even in death, I will find my way back to you and that is a promise, my precious gem.
Could you maybe Write headcanons about how Hawks, Dabi, All Might, Enji, Shigaraki, Present Mic and Eraser Head eat pussy? It would be amazing!
You rock my world, baby girl!
Warnings: oral (f receiving), mentions of somnophilia, quirks used for kinky stuff
Taglist: @pixelcafe-network (message me to be added to my taglist!)
Hawks
Hawks is playful at first. He likes teasing you, making you get all flustered for him. This will be achieved by blowing on your pussy or sucking gently on your folds.
Once he really gets into it though, his demeanor changes completely. He almost seems to relax from going down on you. His body goes a little slack and his eyes flutter closed.
Every so often when you whine his name, he’ll look up at you lazily, his eyes just rolling open to meet yours before closing again.
He could honestly just stay there with his head between your thighs, suckling and licking at you all night.
You’ll have to push him away to avoid being overstimulated.
Dabi
You have to beg him to go down on you. Not because he doesn’t want to, but because he loves hearing you beg.
This becomes even more apparent when he has you spread open for him. His tongue is lapping at nearly every part of your pussy EXCEPT where you need him most.
He’ll have your thighs shaking and you’re whining by the time his tongue finally touches your clit.
He’ll spend ages edging you, only to turn right back around and overstimulate you.
It’s safe to say Dabi decides when you’re done cumming.
All Might
His experience with women is pretty limited, so be prepared to spend time having to teach him how to lick pussy.
One thing about Toshinori though, he is very eager to learn and even more eager to put what he learns to good use to please the special lady in his life.
He’s very gentle at first, but it doesn’t take much for him to get a little too excited.
As he laps up your nectar, he’ll let out little groans and growls. He gets very into it.
If he’s lying on the bed, he’ll be grinding against the mattress the whole time. It’s not uncommon for him to accidentally make himself cum this way.
Endeavor
Enji is a very busy man, and he can’t always take the time to indulge with you. So, when he indulges in your body he makes the most of it.
He’ll get a little nasty about it because he just has to be the best, and nothing gets him harder than hearing you scream his name.
Any position works for him, even eating you out from behind. He’s particularly fond of having you sit on his face. His hands will be full of your ass, guiding you to ride his face.
He makes a little bit of noise, mostly growling.
Sometimes when he gets a bit too worked up he’ll start smoking from his quirk getting activated. He’s even sparked a little before, which of course didn’t go well.
Shigaraki
He wants to go unhinged. The desire to spread you open and devour your pussy like it’s the nectar of a goddess is unbearable. But because of his quirk, he has to be so careful.
Having to use so much care and caution whenever he touches you, drives him insane. He can never truly lose himself in you the way he desires.
So instead, he expresses himself through grunting and growling against your pussy. He may not be able to touch you with all of his fingers but the ones he can use are digging into the meat of your thighs.
“Tastes so good,” he groans between lapping at your pussy.
He loves making you feel good. The way you praise him so sweetly and swear he’s the only one who can make you feel this way, it gives him purpose.
Present Mic
Let’s just get this out of the way: he’s basically a sex god.
Present Mic is adventurous and fearless in his pursuit of bringing you pleasure.
One of his go to moves is to hum against your pussy, using his quirk to make the vibrations intense. His mouth basically becomes a vibrator, and he’ll do this while sucking on your little clit.
He’s really down to eat you out anytime and anywhere. Kitchen counter, classroom, even in the bathroom stall of your favorite club.
His skills are unmatched. Once he’s gone down on you, you’ll never be the same.
Eraser Head
Aizawa loves eating you out just as much as you love getting eaten out.
It’s sort of how he unwinds at the end of a day. After going through the domestic dinner routine with you, he drags you to bed.
He can and will go down on your until he falls asleep suckling on your clit.
Then he wakes up in the middle of the night, his head on your thigh, and starts all over again.
He enjoys waking you up with oral, watching your sleepy face contort with pleasure.
her voice was soft when it came from behind Toshinori which makes him tilt his head over his shoulder so he can see what she's referring to, finding her eyes focused on an old picture of his mentor that rested on his dresser. Nana's bright smile and sparkling personality shines even in picture form, her yellow gloved fingers pushing up the corners of her lips to make her already dazzling smile bigger and showing off her straight, white teeth.
Toshinori's partner had never gotten the chance to meet the wonderful woman that Toshinori knew as his mentor, having met years after her unfortunate passing so to say he was a little confused might of been an understatement but he figured his love was probably referring to some old news report or something.
Toshinori's eyebrows drew together at his partner's statement about seeing Nana before, his thin lips pursing slightly as he made his way up behind his lover, his long legs eating the difference in quick strides.
"I'm surprised if I'm honest my love, did you see a news article or someth-"
The retired pro doesn't even get to finish the question before his partner is shaking her pretty little head at him, her hair bouncing around her shoulders with the movement. Her eyes glance over at her lover for a moment before returning to the picture, scanning over the details on the dark haired woman in the frame.
Her hands move to rest in front of her body, her thumb rubbing against the rosary that is always wrapped around her wrist and hand, a gesture that always settled and unsettled the old hero. Her eyes not moving from the picture of Nana on the dresser, her eyes fixated on the smiling woman in the photograph as she amends her statement.
"No, I've seen her with you, and with that....little green haired boy. She always looks so...happy, like a proud mother watching her children live up to the dreams she had in her head for them"
Toshinori confusion faded as he realised what his partner was talking about, she had always been open about the fact she could see and talk to those who walked with the living but lacked the heartbeat to truly fit in with those who still had live in their veins.
And while he had known his partner could see ghosts, knew she could hear and talk to them, he had just never imagined Nana could come under that because she still lived within One For All but he supposed...Nana was gone from the world of the living, she didn't have the same blood rushing through her veins as him so it made sense that his lover would be able to interact with his mentor even if no one else could.
He could feel the way his heart pounded in his emaciated chest at his lover's words, Nana looked..proud? Of him? Of Young Midoriya?. His thin arms found their way around his lover's waist, pulling them against him and letting himself a moment of peace to process his racing thoughts as he bent his taller frame down so he could bury his face in her hair as she spoke again.
"You should talk to her one day Toshi', I'm sure she'd be happy if you did...even if you can't hear her"
Toshinori lets out a shaky breath against her hair, the weight of her words sinking in...he...he could talk to Nana one more time, he could...he could let her know he's sorry for not being stronger...
He could actually do it, even just once and it was all thanks to the beautiful soul in his thin arms. His grip tightens slightly as he tries to hold back the emotions that flood him, pressing his thin mouth against the top of her head as he whispers.
It was a question that he had asked only once before, long before he became a divide between man and beast.
It was a question that lurked so deep under the surface that he wasn't truly sure he would ever want an answer to it again, a question that held so much more meaning than just those simple words that no other person could ever truly begin to understand.
But you...
You were not like those who didn't understand for you always did.
You always knew exactly what that question meant, even on the days where he wouldn't even dignify asking it out loud, on the days were those words couldn't even begin to form on his lips.
He was asking if you loved him, all of him, the beast that the world so cruelly judged as well as the man you had grown to love all those years ago.
He wanted to know that despite the bloodshed, despite the moments of what could only be described as ramblings of pure insanity about ideals and heroism and what false heros were doing to the world...
He wanted to know that despite all that, despite all his badness that contradicted all your goodness, that you could still love him.
It was quiet for only a moment, enough for a single heartbeat to thud against that chest of his before you replied, a whisper so soft he would of missed it if he wasn't looking for it...
"Without a shadow of a doubt Chizome"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Omg I have been gone for long but like I'm back I think lol, lil one this time so whatcha think?? lol xx
She stood at the lake's edge, a dreamy haze lining her eyes as she focused on the crystalized water in front of her. The tip of her nose painted crimson from the nippy winter wind, gloved hands tucked safely in her pockets as her eyes flickered over the ice on the lake and the snow covering the glass around it. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips at the sight, she adored winter because it brought a sense of magic with it that couldn't be compared.
She stood completely entranced with the way the snow simmered like glitter in the low light of the morning sun, her mind too hazed with delight to care how the wind howled in her uncovered ears or the shining blue eyes watching her from the distance. She ignored the shudder that hide beneath her bones as she let out a breath, eyes focusing in on the smoke from between her lips instead of the ice encased lake.
"I know you're there Satoru" despite the shortness of the reply, it lacked any type of bluntness or rudeness, just the same uninterested tone she always held. It wasn't that she was uninterested in his eyes, she just didn't care for most things in life the way he did he supposed.
Her ears twitched as the male moved closer, never turning to look as he moved to her side knowing that the male would take any type of attention the wrong way. Her hands curling slightly in her pockets incase he tried to pull her hands free like he normally would if she refused his hand holding, sometimes it felt more....emotional than his normal annoying antics.
She never turned nor acknowledged the closeness of the male as he stood by her side, ignoring the way he towered over her with nimble limbs and an ego that was far too inflated in her opinion. It wasn't that his opinion of himself was wrong per say, his eyes were the most enchanting blue and he was attractive in the eyes of the world but there was something about him, maybe it was the way he used his overdone charm, that put her off.
Or maybe it was the way that no matter what, Satoru always seemed to know exactly where she was....even when she tried to hide from him...
This was Spencer's favourite time of day, when the library was at its quietest and the sun was casting a gentle glow over the old almost gothic structure. Spencer sat in the furthest corner of the old stone building, away from the few people that lingered in the space that made up the main room, his head bowed slightly to focus on the hardback book that rested against his legs that were clad in pale brown slacks. His attention was completely taken in by the inked words that sat atop pages that were stained with age, it was only when a flash of red flickered past the top of the pages that his attention was finally gifted to something other than ink and paper.
His brown eyes flicking up over the top of the spin of his book, his brows furrowing slightly when he was only face with the endless rows of dark brown that made up the wooden bookshelves that were home to more books than most people could fathom. His head finally lifting so he could take a proper look around him, his eyes traveling between shelves until he landed on a river of crimson that seemed to almost glow in the streams of morning sun that streamed in from the large windows.
The mass of blood coloured hair was attacked to a person, a woman to be more precise, a woman who stood with her head tilted as far back a she could to look at the books that lined the wooden displays. She was short, shorter than average and much shorter than Spencer, if he had to say he'd give an estimate of around 5 foot to maybe 5 one or two.
God he felt creepy as he allowed his eyes to wonder across the landscape that was this stranger, his brown eyes focused on her hair and flicker to the way her pale right hand reached up to push it away from her face every couple of minutes. From the angle he was sitting he couldn't quite see her face, only peaks her small portions of her profile whenever she pushed her hair away before stubborn strands fell back into place.
Her skin was pale, almost too pale, had Spencer wondering if maybe she was sick or had a condition such as anaemia. He could see small flickers of blacks and red on her wrist whenever she moved her hair, tattoo maybe and Spencer couldn't help but wonder of what and if it ha some significant meaning to her. He watched the glint of her ring, that adorned her middle finger with a golden band and a small green gem, as she reached her hand up towards a book on a higher shelf before she paused. Spencer's head tilting ever so slightly to the side as he waited to see why she stopped when suddenly, blue met brown.
Balloon flowers. That's what shade of blue that her eyes reminded him off, he'd seen them once in a book and had been memorised by just how blue the flower naturally was. Her eyes were large but not unsettlingly so, more like a doll rather than a bug like most people would think but her nose was small and sat perfectly straight n the centre of her face. Her cheeks were rounded and slightly chubby but it wasn't unattractive on her, her lips were plump and seemed it be stained a natural red that was shined with what looked like a sticky gloss.
She was attractive, at least to Spencer, even with her rosy cheeks and the slight acne that marked her pale face. She was cute and pretty all at the same time and oh god he was still staring at her. He cleared his throat too hide the awkwardness that filled his veins as he quickly averted his eyes back to his book, trying desperately to focus on that and not the soft foot steps coming his way.
"I'm so sorry but do you think you could help me?"
Those words were spoken in a quiet whisper by his left, the Scottish accent clinging to every word that left gloss stained lips. Spencer could hear his heart beating against his ribs as he lifted his head slowly to look at her, his eyes meeting a set of white teeth sinking into sensitive red flesh as she nervously chewed her lower lip.
"Y-you just....you're taller than me and I'm struggling a bit, I'm so sorry for bothering you"
Spencer could sense the nervous before he heard them, the slight stutter and the way she seemed so genuine in her apology just made her all the cuter in Spencer's mind. He parted his lips as he tried to think of a way to reply, Spencer had never been this distracted by the way someone looked before but if she didn't put even the divine to shame especially up close.
All he could do was nod before he was putting his book down on the oak table in front of him and pulling himself out of the old arm chair he'd found home in while he read. He could still feel her presents as she trailed behind him while he walked towards the book shelf that had been stood in front of. Cherry blossom, that was the scent of her perfume, it was faint but stuck in Spencer's nose like he wanted to suffocate in it.
He cocked his head over his shoulder, waiting for her to tell him what book she had wanted. Of course he had a faint idea due to how long he had watched her but that would be creepy and he wanted to hear her voice again. Spencer would of thought he was having a heart attack if he didn't know any better when she smiled, it lit up her entire face and made the colour of her eyes almost see lighter and god he'd do anything to see it again.
He followed the slender manicured finger a she pointed to the one she had wanted, her nails were painted a pale pink with small bows by the cuticles. She had pointed to an old first addition of Edgar Allen Poe's poems, a book that had feature more of his almost romantic style poems. He could feel the way her eyes trailed over his arm and stayed focused on his hand as he reached up and pulled the book carefully from its home.
Their hands brushed as Spencer turned to fully face her and hand over the book but Spencer kept a slight grip on it as he felt her wrapped around the hardback, his brown eyes staring into hers as her blue eyes met his with confusion.
Tik Tok Tik Tok Tik Tok, god that noise grew more and more incessant the longer that your bloodshot eyes stared up at the ceiling above your bed, your eyes catching on every crack in the paint and every slightly patchy imperfection that adored the white mass. Maybe you could paint it black, add some glow in the dark stars to simulate the night sky outside and then maybe, just maybe your mind will finally shut off and let you sleep.
With a sigh your eyes drifted over to the old bound book resting on your desk, surrounded by loose lavender, teas and any other thing you could think of to try to put you to sleep. A book that had been gifted to you by your grandmother when she saw the bags under your eyes, telling you that The God was an understanding man and would help...what a load of shit. The bed almost howls in protest as you sit up, like it had read your mind and was begging you not to follow through with the plan that was beginning to form. After a few moments you'd made up your mind, ignoring the shiver that hits your bare legs as you swing them over the edge of your bed before standing, your steps focused and with purpose as you make your way towards the book ready to see how truly understanding he was.
"Morpheus"
The name was inked in the darkest black on the top of the discoloured paper, paper you're sure was probably once white, the words on the page were bold and curved into the prettiest cursive that had you straining your eyes slightly to read in your exhausted haze. Although it wasn't the words on the page that caught your attention, it was the most hauntingly beautiful set of dark grey, almost black, eyes that you had ever seen. They seemed to stare into your soul despite only being ink on paper, the owner of the eyes being Morpheus, The God of Sleep, that you swore was out to get you. The God that you had long since ignored instead of getting help from, thinking that you didn't need some man to put you to sleep although it seems he might be the only way out of your endless nights.
Perhaps if you had been smarted or even just more awake then you would of realized that the God of Sleep was a logical being and nothing he did came without reason especially when it came to keep pretty things awake.
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His dreamer was stronger than he could of thought, months he had waited for her to finally give in and pray to the skies above for his help but she refused, she just kept trying new things even if they only gave her an hour or so of solace. Alas though Morpheus was anything if not patient, he wouldn't put so much effort into making sure you needed him if he wasn't.
He paused with the wine halfway to his parted lips, dark eyes focused on the moonlit bedroom in front of him as he watched her finally make her way over to the old book that had been left to become part of the wooden desk it sat on. Now yes while he was patient he couldn't help but straighten his spine as he watched her, sucking in a breath that was nothing more than a hiss between his teeth as he watched her finger trace over his inked jaw.
It was almost predatory the smirk that graced his lips as he watched the feelings unfold on her face, his long inky black hair falling messily in front of his eyes as he leaned closer like he was trying to hear her darkest thoughts. All she had to do was beg for him, beg him to finally put her to sleep, he didn't understand why she was so resistant to that? Didn't she know that he could give her the most...pleasurable dreams she had ever known? Preferably staring him.
His knuckles turned white around the stem of his glass as he watched her, dark eyes trained on the way she drags her bottom lip between her teeth while she debates her options not realizing that he is truly the only option she has, just the way he wanted it. That's all he ever wanted from the moment he saw her, for her to only ever need him, to be completely his.
Morpheus couldn't stop the deranged laugh that escaped him if he tried the moment he heard her sweet voice beg from him, moving as quick as the night itself he appeared before her, ready to finally take what rightful belonged to him.
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