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2 words... Leon cowboy🤭 i saw an edit on tik tok with Leon with a cowboy hat and my heart ❤️🔥 just like that. So...yes Yes i request this please. Cowboy Leon x fem! Reader. Thats it. 😌My small heart sends her thanks❤️❤️❤️
Save a horse, ride a cowboy
Pairings: Cowboy!Leon x Fem!Reader
Warnings: smut, grinding, penetrative sex...(NOT PROOFREAD)
Words: 2,681
Synopsis: You and your friends decide to go to a rodeo to enjoy some southern fun but when you all decide to have some fun at a local bar you find yourself talking to a handsome man and when you jokingly wear his cowboy hat you soon are told about the Cowboy Rule
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A/N: I enjoyed writing this since I am in love with cowboys and Leon so having Cowboy Leon...that's like a dream come true. Anyways' hope ya'll enjoy-
Your eyes dart around the entire space around you as your ears are drowned out by cheers and screams for the person who was currently riding a bull. Your friends thought it would be fun to go see a rodeo and so far it had been fun.
You got to see tons of people getting hurled off bulls which was entertaining in itself but you also couldn't help but agree with your friends when they all started to gush over how "hot" some of the cowboys were. Everywhere you looked you saw bandannas, flannels, cowboy hats, and flared jeans. You felt a little bit underdressed wearing your usual jeans and t-shirt but it was still fun getting to see all the hot cowboys and Southern charm.
As your friends ranted about this one man they saw who was about to ride a bull, you found your eyes stuck on someone else. Your eyes were glued to this one cowboy who was busy trying to calm the bull down enough to get the rider on top.
You couldn't see fully from where you were sitting but you could see the man's pretty blonde locks sticking out from underneath his cowboy hot and his crystal blue eyes that narrowed in concentration as he coaxed the bull into temporary peace. You didn't want to admit that you were drooling over him but you knew your friends would tease you if they saw how much you were staring at this guy.
Soon the rider is situated on the bull and a gunshot rings through the air. The gate that leads to the field is kicked open and within a second the bull is running out and thrashing wildly with the rider on top. You can audibly hear all the "ooohs" and "ahhs" as the rider holds on. Your friends are all squealing and cheering themselves as the man almost gets thrown off.
Then with another flail, the rider is thrown off the bull and ends up painfully tumbling onto the ground. As soon as that happens there are people going onto the field to scrape up the rider from the floor as others go to subdue the bull.
You can't help but cheer and holler as well as a smile comes to your face. What a show.
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After the rodeo was over you wanted to conclude the evening by venturing to a nearby bar. It seemed like a lot of the people from the rodeo came as well as you noticed that once again you were surrounded by Southern accents and cowboy hats.
Your little group made their way to the bar and started to hover around it as the bartender asked everyone what they were getting. As soon as the orders are taken you are about to pay but as soon as you are about to give some cash to the bartender you are interrupted by a thick southern drawl.
"Drinks are on me, darlin'."
Your head turns and you are met with the same face you were admiring earlier. The fluffy blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and oh…you could see him much better now and god did the man look heavenly in the candlelight that emitted from the bar.
You could now make out the stunning facial features of the man and you could feel your heart speed up tenfold when your eyes grazed over his chiseled jaw and high cheekbones. The way the cowboy hat sat on his head made something buzz inside you.
You are broken out of your thoughts when you hear your friends snicker from behind you. The man even seems to notice your sudden shock as a subtle smirk comes to his face.
"You don't need to do that." you smile nervously as the man's eyes rake over you. You think you might have gotten lost in those eyes. "But thank you anyway."
"No need to thank me, sweetheart. Something as pretty as you should have all the men 'round here buyin' your drinks." He winked at you making your cheeks heat up. Your friends snickered again but you ignore them with a small roll of your eyes.
"The name is Leon by the way, Leon Kennedy." he introduces while holding out his hand. You take it and introduce yourself in return and you're immediately caught off guard when Leon goes to press a kiss against your knuckle.
You were so relieved when you finally got your drinks. You thought you were about to combust just by being around Leon. Leon on the other hand was relishing in your flustered looks and shy behavior, in fact, he thought you were the cutest thing he'd ever laid eyes on.
Though soon your shy, flustered behavior was pushed back by liquid courage. It was sped up by how quickly you were drinking your beers but soon you didn't even notice how you were practically leaning into Leon, muttering things about the rodeo and how hard it seems to ride bulls.
"I mean…I thought the guy was gonna be dead…how he got flung off that thing.." you murmured to yourself with a silly grin as you looked up at Leon.
"Well ridin' is all in the hips sugar~" Leon hummed while leaning back on his elbows. Your stomach fluttered at the suggestive tone and you took another sip of your beer to try and quell your nerves. In an attempt to change the subject, your eyes dart to his hat and a smirk starts to pull at your lips.
"Y'know you look great in that hat…" you compliment as you eye it. Leon chuckles and gives you a smile that has you wondering why it makes your heartbeat pick up.
"Is that so?" he asks. You nod but there's a glint of playfulness in your eyes as you look at the cowboy hat.
"I think it'd look better on me though~" your hands reach out and pluck the hat right off of Leon's head and you place it on yours. You adjust it and tilt it just right on your head like it was on Leon's and then you look at him with a wide grin.
"Well, how does it look?" You ask. Leon seems frozen for a moment as his mind starts to comprehend what you just did. You notice the sudden hesitance for a moment and you almost think that you did something wrong but a smirk soon returns to Leon's face and there's an amused look as he flicks the brim of the hat up.
"It suits you well honey, but do you know what happens when you put on another cowboy hat?" he asks.
Suddenly you're hit with confusion and it reads all over your face as Leon chuckles. Even the bartender seems to laugh a little and he quickly turns around and starts to clean out glasses when you look at him.
"No…?" you say hesitantly.
"Well, we have a rule called the Cowboy Rule. If you wear the cowboy hat, then you have to ride the cowboy." Leon explains calmly before taking a swig of his drink. You blink in surprise and you can feel the blush start to creep onto your face. You look down at your drink to hide it.
"Oh," is all you manage to croak out. Your throat suddenly feels incredibly dry. You feel a hand hook under your chin you meet Leon's piercing gaze. His eyes are filled with amusement and it sends shivers down your spine.
"If I do then can I keep the hat?" you cheekily ask. The corners of Leon's mouth tug up and it causes your insides to flip. Your heart begins to beat quicker.
"Wanna find out?" Leon says as he leans forward until his lips are barely inches away from yours. It takes everything in you to not close the space between you two. Instead, you nod your head frantically hoping that he understands your silent request for more.
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Hungry hands rake across your body as your own hands run down Leons. The feeling of his skin against yours makes every single nerve in your body burn as you slowly unbutton his shirt and he reaches for yours as well. Your bodies collide together like magnets practically, there's such a strange pull that seems to be between you two as your mouths clash together.
Leon's teeth nip at your lower lip and you moan softly as he slides his tongue past your lips and deepens the kiss. In return you rake your hands through his blonde strands, tugging lightly when Leon's hand trails along your sides, going down to rest on your hips.
The cowboy hat still sits on your head as you lean back, breaking the kiss to sit back on your haunches. The sight in front of you was heavenly. Leon was laid back, his legs slightly parted, his shirt halfway unbuttoned and exposing his chest, then of course there was the glassy, lustful look in his blue eyes as his swollen lips were slightly parted.
The entire image made your cunt flutter with need.
You take off the hat for a moment and place it back on Leon's as you yank your shirt up and off your body and then your hands work to unbutton the rest of his buttons on his shirt. As soon you are done, Leon slips his shirt off and yanks you back on top of him by your hips.
In that action, your hips accidentally roll against his causing you both to have a moment of pleasure from the friction.
"Fuck darlin'…need to feel more of you.." Leon huskily utters as his hands tighten around your hips a little more.
With a hum of agreement your rest your hands on his chest and go to straddle his lap a bit better so that your heated core is pressed right up against his erection that is straining through his jeans. Teasingly, you roll your hips again and you both let out a long moan.
"Shit…stop teasin' me," Leon mumbles, his voice rasping and rough as it sends shivers down your spine. You giggle breathlessly, pressing your hips harder against the bulge in his jeans, grinding a little more.
"Why would I stop? I wanna see how many pretty noises I can get out of you cowboy." you coo.
Leon growls in response as he roughly pulls you back towards him, slamming a searing kiss to your mouth. This time he moves his free hand down and it slips down your jeans, finding your clothed clit and he rubs small circles against it. Your hips buck in response and you let out loud moans against Leon's lips.
"That's it baby…let me hear you." He grunts.
It's practically music to your ears as you rock your hips against his fingers as he continues to rub your clit and you feel the knot in your stomach tightening. Leon suddenly pulls his fingers away and you whine. You're left with nothing but the ache between your legs.
In desperation, your hands fly down to Leon's belt buckle and you start to undo his belt as quickly as you could.
"Easy there honey, I'm not goin' anywhere." Leon chuckles. He replaces your hands with his and soon he's tugging his pants down along with his black boxers to reveal his hardened cock. Its springs to life and slaps against his stomach.
You groan at the sight of it. It's big and thick and you almost want to take him in your mouth until his hands are already working on your own jeans.
He unbuttons your jeans and pushes them down your thighs. You kick them the rest of the way off and reposition yourself on top of Leon. Right as you are about to sink down onto Leon's length he interrupts you.
"I think you're forgettin' something.." Leon takes his cowboy hat off and puts it back on top of your head, tilting it just right.
"Beautiful." Leon breathes in a low tone.
"I think it looks better on you." You smile as Leon's hand grazes over your cheek and tucks a stray hair away from your face.
"That's nonsense, it looks stunnin' on you." He smirks and his thumb drags up and down your jawline, gently rubbing your cheek. The butterflies in your stomach flutter even more as he leans in closer to you, your noses brushing against one another.
You rub your slick folds back and forth on Leon's tip and slowly sink down onto his length, letting out moans at the stretch.
"L-Leon… it..so much" You pant between clenched teeth, gripping onto his broad shoulders.
"It's okay sweetheart, let me help.." he coos. The hands on your hips slowly start to help you roll into his, making sure to go slow and his grasp was decently gentle as he helps you build up a good pace.
"It's all in the hips sugar…." Leon whispers in your ear, sending tingles down your spine.
Soon on your own accord, you start to ride him faster. It catches Leon off guard as waves of hot, blinding pleasure course through his veins. He throws his head back with an audible moan as you bounce up and down on his cock.
"Good girl, keep rollin' your hips like that.." Leon praises, his voice rumbling low in his chest.
You nod and do as you are told, your body starting to twitch against Leon, your hands clenching onto his forearms tighter as he starts thrusting upwards, trying his best to push himself inside of you and meet your steady rhythm.
A whimper escapes your mouth as Leon sits up, connecting his lips to your neck. One of his hands trails up your back and plants itself on the nape of your neck as his lips suck and kiss your sensitive skin.
Your mind is spinning, your heart beats furiously. There are no words that can describe how amazing it all feels. Especially as the euphoria grows and the knot in your belly tightens. Leon, in his own desperation to chase his oncoming high, continues to buck his hips up into yours wildly from below.
His head has fallen back against the pillow as he feels your cunt tighten around him.
"Jesus…you feel so good darlin'." Leon groans in appreciation. You don't say anything, only moaning loudly and moving your hips with more vigor. The sounds from your mouth cause Leon to shudder as he watches you move against him. The sound of his name falling out of your mouth is driving him crazy and you look so damn pretty in his cowboy hat.
After a few more moments of bliss, you finally come undone releasing all of the fluids onto Leon's cock as your eyes roll back into your head and you slump down on top of Leon. Leon helps you along by moving his hand down to toy with your clit as you shudder from the waves of your orgasm.
"Look at you, you pretty little thing. So beautiful.." he grunts.
His hand comes up to the back of your neck as he holds you to his chest while burying his nose in the crook of your neck.
Your breathing is heavy and you wrap your arms tightly around his torso, feeling warm all over your body after your climax. Leon sighs as he starts to rub small circles into your back.
"Damn sweetheart, you may just be the death of me." he coos. A soft smile forms on your lips. Your head rests firmly on his chest, and you peer up at him.
"Does that mean I can keep the hat?" You ask with a sheepish smile.
Leon chuckles and rests a hand on your hat-covered head.
"Yeah, I 'spose so. It suits you."
re4 remake leon kennedy nsfw alphabet!
Pairing; RE4 Remake Leon Kennedy x Fem Reader
Warnings; 18+ minors dni! no age in ur bio? blocked!!! anyway, mentions of impact play, knifeplay, restraints, overstimulation, somnophilia (consensual), spanking, flogging, paddles
hope you guys like this since for some reaosn it took me a little while?? anyway my favs are D for Dirty Secret and probably K for Kink, let me know yours!!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Honestly it may sound weird but he doesn’t like being covered in…fluids or being super sweaty etc when he doesn’t need to be. In the moment he’s all for it, hell he’s bloody enthusiastic about it, but after you’re done and you’re both ready to pass out? He feels a little gross and uncomfortable. It’s nothing to do with you and he often wishes he wasn’t like this, but after all the missions he’s been on and the things he’s experienced, the feeling of being sweaty and slick and out of breath yet safe and secure in your home messes with his head a little. He subconsciously connects it to being in places like Spain, sweaty and panting as he runs away from infected villagers. So, while reluctant to part from you in your shared post-sex daze, he has to get up and clean himself off. It may not seem like very much, but it’s a mark of how much he cares for you when he comes back with a cloth and cleans you up as well. He doesn’t want you to feel like he does, even if you’ve never been on any kind of mission or anything in your life. Acts of service, my friends.
B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
On you, your hands. He marvels at them. They’re just so much softer and nicer than his, more delicate no matter what you do. His are worn and tired, the skin weathered though he’s still quite young-the backs and palms of them are littered with little white scares, almost always scratched in some way. He’s got a jagged gash mirrored on his right hand where someone put a knife through it once. Leon hates his own hands, but adores yours. Just seeing your hand on his arm or his thigh will make his pulse pick up a little, and the sight of your hand wrapped around his length is a favourite of his, making him weak in the knees when he looks down. On himself, his arms. He’s secretly addicted to how protective of you he feels with his forearms wound round your waist. He can keep you safe and close to him and make sure no harm comes to you. Leon also very very much likes holding you up with his arms around your waist when he’s fucked you too dumb to stay up by yourself, but who’s to know…
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Anywhere you want. He ain’t fussy. Absolutely obsessed with anything to be honest. You want it inside? Leon’s hips are stuttering as the words get through to him and he is blessed with the absolute divine sight of his seed leaking out of you. You want him to pull out and decorate you with it? He’s kneeling before you and jerking himself off, mouth hanging open and honest to god he drooled one time, spit dripping from his lip onto the sheets as he painted your cunt with his cum. You want it on your ass? He’s gotta pull out quick because just the thought of shooting ropes over your cheeks is more than enough to set him off, whimpering a little as the aftershocks flow through him and he looks at the pretty sight. You wanna swallow it? He gives a particularly rough thrust into your throat when he thinks about it, obsessed with you wanting him that much. He doesn’t really care much for deciding where he cums usually, he’ll leave it up to you. One thing he’s sure of though is that he doesn’t want any getting on the sheets. Hates the mess, the knowing that it’s there, having to wash all his sheets just because of one little bit. Hates it!
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
So. Leon has seen how you get when he makes you cum over and over, he sees how glassy your eyes go, how you can barely do a thing but submit to his actions and beg for more and more pleasure even though your body is tired. He sees that and he wants it. He’s so curious, more fascinated than anything. Given his usual daily life, it’s no wonder that he just doesn’t want to think for a little bit, that he just wants to give in to you, but he’s unsure how to go about it. He’s watched porn, watched men be tied up and stroked and jerked until they’ve cum a fourth time and nothing even comes out anymore, and he fucking wants it. Leon sees the way their bodies squirm and writhe with every touch and how they cry but they still beg for more, and he’s desperate for it. He wants, needs you to tie his hands and legs down, sit patiently with him and stroke his cock until he’s a crying mess, until he knows he looks pathetic and he’s whining when he cums and your hand is still moving but he doesn’t care, because all he can think about is the pleasure. Often though, he’ll work up the courage to ask you about it or finally broach the subject in some way and he finds the words are just stuck somewhere inside him. He can’t get them out no matter how much he wants to, held back by the memories of being tied up in other more…undesirable situations. Part of him is so fucking scared that you’ll tie him up and he’ll revert back to his mentality in those circumstances, that he’ll crack and he’ll do something, hurt you maybe.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Not as experienced as you’d think actually! He’s been with people, had one night stands and experimented a bit-had a girlfriend just before Raccoon City, but he’s even though he looks like THAT he still hasn’t done as much as you’d expect. Him and his girlfriend were young and inexperienced, so it was rather vanilla for the (very) short time they were together, and I mean, when you’re practically kidnapped by your government, forced to train around the clock to become the best agent you can possibly be, well, he didn’t have many nights out on the town. He had a couple of one night stands in the years he was training, with other agents who just needed some stress relief like him. Leon doesn’t look back on them very fondly, knowing they weren’t even very good, they just all needed an outlet for everything they were going through. He makes an effort in his relationship with you though, eager to learn all he can to make you happy and ensure the relationship is as good as it can possibly be. He certainly doesn’t ignore that in your sex life either. To begin with it was quite vanilla, both of you sussing out your rhythms and how you work together, then exploring a couple of kinks both of you had thought about trying, and then edging into more adventurous territory. Exploration has slowed down the harder the kinks get though, as Leon often needs more time to adjust and make sure he doesn’t slip into a dangerous headspace when he’s with you.
F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)
Leon has a weakness for missionary, though he doesn’t like to admit it because he feels like it’s way too ‘vanilla’. If you ask him, he’ll say he likes bending you over the counter or the bed or the back of the couch, but really? Yeah it’s missionary. He likes being able to watch your face as he slides into you, he likes being able to just duck down and steal kisses whenever he feels the need, he can’t get enough of the way your legs tighten around his hips when he thrusts particularly deeply, how your nails dig into his shoulders and how he can see your mouth drop open in pleasure. He can push your legs up and manhandle you into the mating press, he can throw your legs onto his shoulders for that perfect angle. Leon loves missionary this much for two main reasons though, which he hasn’t even noticed, but you’ve realised the pattern. Before he goes on missions, he’ll hike your legs up around his hips and drop down onto his forearms, gripping your jaw gently but firmly and telling you to look into his eyes as he fucks you, so he can make sure you remember this when he’s gone for weeks at a time. When he comes back from missions, he lets your legs fall open either side of him as he drops down onto you, shoving his face into you and nosing up the side of your neck, giving you long, slow, deep strokes to try and show you how much he’s been missing you.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
More serious, 100%. He’s not trying to be really serious or bring down the mood in any way, he just happens to be like that. The beginning of your relationship was pretty much all serious sex for you two, because Leon had quite a few unvoiced fears about you leaving him or getting bored or seeing that he’s really nothing special. Naturally he was not great at hiding these things from you and you managed to assuage some of these fears, calming him down and making him realise it doesn’t always need to be the best thing ever in your relationship. Your conversations don’t always need to professing your love or the deep connection you have, dinner doesn’t always have to be a Michelin star meal, and sex doesn’t alway have to be mind blowing. He was calmer about it after that, a little more relaxed. He let some more sounds out and wasn’t always going hell for leather, had some more slower and more fun sex with you, and now he’s pretty comfortable with where you’re at. His nature doesn’t really allow him to just be making jokes during sex, even if it’s like lazy morning sex, but he’s no longer uncomfortable or nervous about asking you to move your hair, if he can shift his leg, or telling you something isn’t really doing much for him.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Eh he doesn’t take loads of care with it. It just doesn’t really occur to him if we’re being honest! Especially since he’s on missions all the time, trimming and manscaping is quite literally nowhere near any of his priorities. (I do headcanon that he starts trimming and taking care of himself at some point in his life because he shoves some jeans on but is in such a rush that he doesn’t have any underwear on, and when he does the zipper up he accidentally gets hair caught in it. He never makes a comment on women waxing ever again.)
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Quite intimate. Or rather, intense. Like I said, he’s not very goofy during sex so the majority of your times together are quite intimate and intense. He just has a lot of feelings to get out! Leon is not the most articulate man and does not often communicate his feelings as well as you or he may like, he’s more of an action man-therefore he tries to show you how he feels through his actions. While sometimes you two can have quickies that are more relief than anything else, an excess of energy or just needing to get it out (it’s rare with Leon to do that though, he’s always got thought or meaning behind it), pretty much every time with him has an undertone of urgency or intensity. Rough sex before a mission? He’s trying so hard to show how much he’s going to miss you. Loving slow sex when he gets back? He’s showing you how grateful he is that you waited, that you love him enough to stay. Lazy morning sex? He’s biting your shoulder to stop from spilling out how lucky he is he gets to wake up next to you, that you trust him enough to be so vulnerable around him.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
It depends. When he’s on a mission, it’s rare because he needs to be alert at all times. Occasionally the need does strike him and he’ll do it as quickly as possible, get rid of the need and distraction before it kills him. Besides, it doesn’t even happen all that often. When you’re getting shot at and injected with suspicious substances that may kill you and the vice president’s daughter, it’s rather difficult to get a boner in the first place. If it does happen on a mission, it’s usually just as he wakes up, adrenaline finally gone, somewhat rested and body trying to tell him he needs a release. Otherwise, when he’s at home (with you) he would much rather just wait to be with you. With the missions that he goes on, he finds he doesn’t have as much time with you as he would like. So, he’s reluctant to take care of himself even if he’s not with you. What if he decided to get it out the way and then found time with you, yet was too tired because he’d already jerked off? That wouldn’t do.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Leon has never and will never voice this to you, but fuck, the thought of you being his housewife gets him going real bad. He would never ask you to, he wouldn’t want to feel like he was coercing you or influencing you into giving up any career or job you have, he would never want to try and confine you at home or take away your independence. However. The more sexual side of it, and the domestic side? Few things get him going quite as quickly. Some days he comes back from missions and he’ll open the door to you cooking in the kitchen, he’ll get a hug and a passionate kiss and a sweet ‘hi baby I’m glad you’re home, dinner will be on the table in a few minutes-’. You’ll tell him to take his shoes off and get changed, to relax before you eat together and some part of him just melts through the floor he swears. He’s constantly having to bite his tongue so he doesn’t swing the door open with a ‘Hi honey I’m home!’. So yes, something he’ll never say, but the fantasy of having such a sweet domestic life, of you taking such good care of him and both of you being able to just do nothing but dote on each other when he’s home? Weak at the knees my friends.
L = Location (favourite places to do the do)
He likes fucking pretty much everywhere as you can imagine, but he really likes the couch. Leon has a few favourites naturally, but the couch is always his preferred choice. He won’t take you out of bed to go to the couch, but you’re making out in the hallway? He’ll walk you backwards to the couch. Perched on the counter in front of him? He’ll pull you into the living room and tell you the couch is more comfortable. In the lift and getting frisky? He’ll tell you to wait a little bit longer, wait until you have more room and freedom and space-you think he’ll take you to the bedroom but he plops you both down on the couch. Much like the idea of you being his housewife, he is practically addicted to the domesticity of it. How Leon can come home from a mission and curl up with you on the sofa, slide into you slowly and show you how much he missed you. You can both be watching TV and he can shuffle down to between your thighs, gently pull on your underwear, feel your hand in his hair all while dinner is cooking in the kitchen, while your comfort show plays on the tv.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Seeing you in pretty clothes. He likes you in dresses or skirts, nice shirts and flattering, tailored trousers, elegant shoes and perfectly painted nails. It’s mainly for two reasons, one because it feeds into his fantasies of domesticity. When he sees you float through the door with a smile on your face and a dress swishing around your thighs, nails freshly done (on his card) and bags of your new purchases (also on his card, naturally) slung over your arms, he can feel his stomach flip a little. His body heats and he often has to adjust himself, managing to pretend he’s just a little hot, not that the sight of you being so homely is reaaaally doing it for him. The other reason is that his job very rarely affords the opportunity to appreciate and revel in beauty and normalcy just as this. It reminds him where he is, that he’s safe with you at home, that you’re safe and you’re together. Mainly it’s the domestic thing though ngl.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Knifeplay are you kidding me?? Especially after Spain!! He sees hunting knives and he thinks of Krauser, of him lying on the floor after Leon pushed the knife through his chest. He thinks of Luis dying right next to him with a blade in his back. He cannot and will not bring ANYTHING like that into the bedroom with you. Impact play is also very difficult for him, he’ll spank you occasionally but pretty much everything else is off the table. When he’s got his head between your legs and he’s gripping your thighs, the bruises he leaves there where his fingers were make his mind go fuzzy and he adores them, but slapping you, flogging, using a paddle, spanking you too hard-he cannot deal with it. Huge hard no’s for him. When you’ve asked, he’s debated it for a few minutes at most before realising he couldn’t do it with flashing back to some horrible times.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
It’s an even tie for him. He likes both for very different reasons that almost have nothing to do with the pleasure side of it. He loves when you blow him because it confirms to him that you do really want to be with him, you do really want him and you’re really here. Leon often thinks to himself that you’re wayyy too good for him, so when you want to go down on him? It makes his mind go blank a little, and he, selfishly he thinks, loves just laying back and being taken care of for once. He’s always the protector and taking care of people, he likes those moments where he doesn’t have to do anything and you want to look after him. On the other side, he loves being of service to you and making you feel good. Those are the moments where he truly, truly loves being of use to someone, because him being of use is for good in this situation, it’s for you and he loves that. He loooves when you grab his hair and just push or pull his head to wherever you want it-he’ll use his own skills and take his own initiative, but a part of him relishes when you just huff at him and get fed up of his teasing, deciding to just use his mouth and push his head further into you. He’ll gladly suffocate down there if you need him to stay down a little longer to reach your peak.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Most often a little faster. It’s not intentional, he just lives a fast life and is used to doing things at the same pace, so he tends to go faster naturally. Leon does like slower sex, lazy and leisurely strokes into you, but he feels you and he just can’t help speeding up, pistoning his hips into yours over and over as he pushes you both to that finish. Though, it is worth noting that even though he’s usually on the faster side, it doesn’t mean he’s rough. Like I said he’s not into impact play or the really rough side of things, so though he’s fast he’ll still be quite tender with you, reluctant to be too harsh or anything. Thing is, he also likes cockwarming, or sort of slow grinding. So. He’s either fast, or he’ll lay on his back on the sofa and pull you down on top of him, settle into your soothing heat and just run his hand up and down your back as you watch tv. Leon will often fall asleep in these moments, as they happen commonly after missions when he just needs to feel you and feel safe, and it’s so comforting he just…dozes off. But yes, mostly fast.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Leon isn’t opposed to them as such, but the reason why he doesn’t really go into them leads into the R=Risk section below. It’s partly because he likes being able to take longer if he wants. His missions, his job, most of his life is quick. He does things quickly, he does them as soon as possible. It’s just how everything goes, he doesn’t have the luxury of taking his time-so when he’s home, he likes to use every opportunity to take his time with you. I wrote this for my Price alphabet and I don’t mean to copy, but I just think if he has the option, he’d rather he wait until he can spend as long as he wants with you rather than trying to fit it in quickly. If it’s for example a quickie in the morning before work, he’ll probably go for that-but the choice between a quickie during a lunch break or a couple of hours in the evening? Yeah he’ll just wait.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Not really. For example, he will not experiment with exhibitionism as it could impact his job terribly. He won’t have sex at work because first of all, he doesn’t want you to have anything to do with that and second of all, it could have bad consequences for his work. One of americas top agents caught fucking in the White House toilets? No thank you! He also, as I said, will not experiment with impact play or especially rough kinks. However-things he maybe just hasn’t heard of but you’d like to try? Hell fucking yes. Telling him you want to cockwarm him for the first time as you try and get some work done? He’s sat there like…you can just tell me you wanna fuck and I’ll fuck you hell yes- But then he ends up loving it. Somnophilia is new to him but when you tell him it’s okay to try, he falls in love with that too.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Two usually, he could do three when he was younger with a slight rest between but his body is just tired and more exhausted these days. He can do two, but often just stays at one unless you’ve both got a long evening to spare. Either way, he waits until you’re taken care of every time-unless it’s a time when you want to drag the pleasure out of him and focus on that instead of yourself/being together. It’s part of the reason he secretly wants you to tie him up and wrong as many orgasms from him as you can, because he kind of wonders just how many times you could make him come, how much his body would physically allow. Three was the most he’s ever done, and he frequently wonders if he could ever reach five. After working up to it maybe.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Leon is hesitant at first. A very very common thought for him is that you deserve better or that he will never live up to what you need him to be, so to begin with it sort fed into that narrative a little. When he heard about couples using them not just people on their own, he kind of scoffed, figured that he pleases you more than well enough so why the fuck would he need outside help? He’s more than capable! Leon is used to doing everything on his own or by himself, he’s used to being capable enough and not needing help so it takes a little while for him to even consider it if I’m being honest. Even now, he doesn’t use very many toys in the bedroom at all. He’s much more comfortable with them after experimenting with you with them, but often it’s just him making you use a vibrator while he watches, you using one on him etc etc. He doesn’t like using them to make you come at all, he just reaaaally wants the satisfaction of doing that himself, knowing he was the one who pushed you over the edge with his own skills.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Not a whole lot honestly. He’d like to tease you more, he hugely enjoys when you get all needy and desperate, begging him for any kind of touch possible, or how you get flustered if he whispers something dirty in public etc. But honestly? Leon just doesn’t have the patience! He is constantly being pulled away at odd hours, away for weeks at a time and sometimes he has no idea when he’s going to be back in your arms, so he would just rather actually touch you or give in to what you both need rather than deny either of you anything. Also, sometimes it just doesn’t make sense to him. How do other people do it for HOURS? He wants to touch you and feel your hands all over him just as much as you want it, so why on earth would he deny you both that for a whole day or something? How stupid is that??
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Not terribly loud, but he’s gotten louder as time goes on. Like a lot of men, he tended to keep his noises to himself and just be content to bite his tongue as he listened to you moan unashamedly. He’s a generally loud man though, voice naturally booming in his normal life so one time you’re blowing him and he accidentally lets out a horribly loud moan, mouth dropping open wide until he remembered himself, snapped it shut and ignored the heat rising in his cheeks. You’d promptly pulled off of him and stared up into his eyes with desire painted over your face, told him he wasn’t allowed to hide those noises ever again, you could probably come from them alone, and then you’d sucked the soul out of him and he couldn’t help being loud after that. His noises manifest mostly in grunts and low moans, huffs panted into your neck and growls against your skin, but occasionally if you’re more in charge he’ll let out a smaller, breathy moan, which sometimes, but rarely, tails off into a whimper.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
One time, when you were in the bathroom and he was going on a mission the next day, he sneakily swiped your perfume and sprayed it liberally on a random item of clothing that he doesn’t wear, just so he could put it in his bag and smell it whenever he needed to while he was away, to have something tangible to remind him of you. Memories are all well and good, but the thought of being able to catch the scent of you even while on the other side of the world? He couldn’t think of anything more comforting. However, it backfired heavily. He was in a tight spot on the mission, trapped in his hiding spot and trying desperately to find something he’d hidden at the bottom of a bag-and he suddenly smelled your perfume. Unfortunately, with the nature of the mission, he hadn’t been paying that much attention to himself, and the scent of you promptly gave him a semi that he had to try and ignore while in the heat of battle. He never did the perfume trick again.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Genuinely hardly ever know what to put for these. This is purely based off of Vibes. He’s about five and a half inches, cut, and curves a little to the left. He has that Energy. Curve Energy.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
It’s average. He would actually like it to be higher. You two have sex a pretty decent amount, but sometimes he wishes he had a bigger libido so that he could take you as many times as he could before having to go on another mission, but alas, his job takes a LOT out of him. A lot of his energy and adrenaline etc etc is expelled with the things he has to do, and the training he often has to carry out even when he’s not on missions, so it means occasionally he’ll come back home to you and just not be in the mood at all. Too tired or too worn out, unable to think of anything but the mission he’d just been assigned or the other agent’s death he’s just learned of. But, you do still have sex a good amount, he certainly doesn’t leave you unsatisfied in any way.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Quick. He’s out like a fucking light. Well, let me elaborate actually. He’ll clean you guys up and take care of you, sometimes run a bath or run the shower for you both if you want him too-either way he needs to clean you both up first because like I mentioned at the start he can’t deal with the various…fluids, but after that if there’s nothing else that needs doing and you don’t need to talk about anything, he’ll pass out right away. Again, it has a lot to do with his job/lifestyle. Leon has perfected the art of falling asleep anywhere, any time, any place no matter the situation. On his missions a safe place to sleep can never be guaranteed, so he has basically conditioned himself to fall asleep quickly any time he needs to, in order to catch as much rest as he can. So, if he’s home and safe in your arms, he falls into a deeper sleep as soon as he knows nothing else needs doing. But, if there is something that needs doing or you both have to talk about something? He’s fine to stay awake however long is needed. You frequently scold him for this because he always looks like he’s sleep deprived, but it’s another skill he’s picked up, and he is now able to go worryingly long amounts functioning on little sleep. He much prefers being able to pass out immediately though ofc.
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@jamespottersdaisy thought u might like to know when this was posted so-
2 words... Leon cowboy🤭 i saw an edit on tik tok with Leon with a cowboy hat and my heart ❤️🔥 just like that. So...yes Yes i request this please. Cowboy Leon x fem! Reader. Thats it. 😌My small heart sends her thanks❤️❤️❤️
Save a horse, ride a cowboy
Pairings: Cowboy!Leon x Fem!Reader
Warnings: smut, grinding, penetrative sex...(NOT PROOFREAD)
Words: 2,681
Synopsis: You and your friends decide to go to a rodeo to enjoy some southern fun but when you all decide to have some fun at a local bar you find yourself talking to a handsome man and when you jokingly wear his cowboy hat you soon are told about the Cowboy Rule
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A/N: I enjoyed writing this since I am in love with cowboys and Leon so having Cowboy Leon...that's like a dream come true. Anyways' hope ya'll enjoy-
Your eyes dart around the entire space around you as your ears are drowned out by cheers and screams for the person who was currently riding a bull. Your friends thought it would be fun to go see a rodeo and so far it had been fun.
You got to see tons of people getting hurled off bulls which was entertaining in itself but you also couldn't help but agree with your friends when they all started to gush over how "hot" some of the cowboys were. Everywhere you looked you saw bandannas, flannels, cowboy hats, and flared jeans. You felt a little bit underdressed wearing your usual jeans and t-shirt but it was still fun getting to see all the hot cowboys and Southern charm.
As your friends ranted about this one man they saw who was about to ride a bull, you found your eyes stuck on someone else. Your eyes were glued to this one cowboy who was busy trying to calm the bull down enough to get the rider on top.
You couldn't see fully from where you were sitting but you could see the man's pretty blonde locks sticking out from underneath his cowboy hot and his crystal blue eyes that narrowed in concentration as he coaxed the bull into temporary peace. You didn't want to admit that you were drooling over him but you knew your friends would tease you if they saw how much you were staring at this guy.
Soon the rider is situated on the bull and a gunshot rings through the air. The gate that leads to the field is kicked open and within a second the bull is running out and thrashing wildly with the rider on top. You can audibly hear all the "ooohs" and "ahhs" as the rider holds on. Your friends are all squealing and cheering themselves as the man almost gets thrown off.
Then with another flail, the rider is thrown off the bull and ends up painfully tumbling onto the ground. As soon as that happens there are people going onto the field to scrape up the rider from the floor as others go to subdue the bull.
You can't help but cheer and holler as well as a smile comes to your face. What a show.
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After the rodeo was over you wanted to conclude the evening by venturing to a nearby bar. It seemed like a lot of the people from the rodeo came as well as you noticed that once again you were surrounded by Southern accents and cowboy hats.
Your little group made their way to the bar and started to hover around it as the bartender asked everyone what they were getting. As soon as the orders are taken you are about to pay but as soon as you are about to give some cash to the bartender you are interrupted by a thick southern drawl.
"Drinks are on me, darlin'."
Your head turns and you are met with the same face you were admiring earlier. The fluffy blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and oh…you could see him much better now and god did the man look heavenly in the candlelight that emitted from the bar.
You could now make out the stunning facial features of the man and you could feel your heart speed up tenfold when your eyes grazed over his chiseled jaw and high cheekbones. The way the cowboy hat sat on his head made something buzz inside you.
You are broken out of your thoughts when you hear your friends snicker from behind you. The man even seems to notice your sudden shock as a subtle smirk comes to his face.
"You don't need to do that." you smile nervously as the man's eyes rake over you. You think you might have gotten lost in those eyes. "But thank you anyway."
"No need to thank me, sweetheart. Something as pretty as you should have all the men 'round here buyin' your drinks." He winked at you making your cheeks heat up. Your friends snickered again but you ignore them with a small roll of your eyes.
"The name is Leon by the way, Leon Kennedy." he introduces while holding out his hand. You take it and introduce yourself in return and you're immediately caught off guard when Leon goes to press a kiss against your knuckle.
You were so relieved when you finally got your drinks. You thought you were about to combust just by being around Leon. Leon on the other hand was relishing in your flustered looks and shy behavior, in fact, he thought you were the cutest thing he'd ever laid eyes on.
Though soon your shy, flustered behavior was pushed back by liquid courage. It was sped up by how quickly you were drinking your beers but soon you didn't even notice how you were practically leaning into Leon, muttering things about the rodeo and how hard it seems to ride bulls.
"I mean…I thought the guy was gonna be dead…how he got flung off that thing.." you murmured to yourself with a silly grin as you looked up at Leon.
"Well ridin' is all in the hips sugar~" Leon hummed while leaning back on his elbows. Your stomach fluttered at the suggestive tone and you took another sip of your beer to try and quell your nerves. In an attempt to change the subject, your eyes dart to his hat and a smirk starts to pull at your lips.
"Y'know you look great in that hat…" you compliment as you eye it. Leon chuckles and gives you a smile that has you wondering why it makes your heartbeat pick up.
"Is that so?" he asks. You nod but there's a glint of playfulness in your eyes as you look at the cowboy hat.
"I think it'd look better on me though~" your hands reach out and pluck the hat right off of Leon's head and you place it on yours. You adjust it and tilt it just right on your head like it was on Leon's and then you look at him with a wide grin.
"Well, how does it look?" You ask. Leon seems frozen for a moment as his mind starts to comprehend what you just did. You notice the sudden hesitance for a moment and you almost think that you did something wrong but a smirk soon returns to Leon's face and there's an amused look as he flicks the brim of the hat up.
"It suits you well honey, but do you know what happens when you put on another cowboy hat?" he asks.
Suddenly you're hit with confusion and it reads all over your face as Leon chuckles. Even the bartender seems to laugh a little and he quickly turns around and starts to clean out glasses when you look at him.
"No…?" you say hesitantly.
"Well, we have a rule called the Cowboy Rule. If you wear the cowboy hat, then you have to ride the cowboy." Leon explains calmly before taking a swig of his drink. You blink in surprise and you can feel the blush start to creep onto your face. You look down at your drink to hide it.
"Oh," is all you manage to croak out. Your throat suddenly feels incredibly dry. You feel a hand hook under your chin you meet Leon's piercing gaze. His eyes are filled with amusement and it sends shivers down your spine.
"If I do then can I keep the hat?" you cheekily ask. The corners of Leon's mouth tug up and it causes your insides to flip. Your heart begins to beat quicker.
"Wanna find out?" Leon says as he leans forward until his lips are barely inches away from yours. It takes everything in you to not close the space between you two. Instead, you nod your head frantically hoping that he understands your silent request for more.
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Hungry hands rake across your body as your own hands run down Leons. The feeling of his skin against yours makes every single nerve in your body burn as you slowly unbutton his shirt and he reaches for yours as well. Your bodies collide together like magnets practically, there's such a strange pull that seems to be between you two as your mouths clash together.
Leon's teeth nip at your lower lip and you moan softly as he slides his tongue past your lips and deepens the kiss. In return you rake your hands through his blonde strands, tugging lightly when Leon's hand trails along your sides, going down to rest on your hips.
The cowboy hat still sits on your head as you lean back, breaking the kiss to sit back on your haunches. The sight in front of you was heavenly. Leon was laid back, his legs slightly parted, his shirt halfway unbuttoned and exposing his chest, then of course there was the glassy, lustful look in his blue eyes as his swollen lips were slightly parted.
The entire image made your cunt flutter with need.
You take off the hat for a moment and place it back on Leon's as you yank your shirt up and off your body and then your hands work to unbutton the rest of his buttons on his shirt. As soon you are done, Leon slips his shirt off and yanks you back on top of him by your hips.
In that action, your hips accidentally roll against his causing you both to have a moment of pleasure from the friction.
"Fuck darlin'…need to feel more of you.." Leon huskily utters as his hands tighten around your hips a little more.
With a hum of agreement your rest your hands on his chest and go to straddle his lap a bit better so that your heated core is pressed right up against his erection that is straining through his jeans. Teasingly, you roll your hips again and you both let out a long moan.
"Shit…stop teasin' me," Leon mumbles, his voice rasping and rough as it sends shivers down your spine. You giggle breathlessly, pressing your hips harder against the bulge in his jeans, grinding a little more.
"Why would I stop? I wanna see how many pretty noises I can get out of you cowboy." you coo.
Leon growls in response as he roughly pulls you back towards him, slamming a searing kiss to your mouth. This time he moves his free hand down and it slips down your jeans, finding your clothed clit and he rubs small circles against it. Your hips buck in response and you let out loud moans against Leon's lips.
"That's it baby…let me hear you." He grunts.
It's practically music to your ears as you rock your hips against his fingers as he continues to rub your clit and you feel the knot in your stomach tightening. Leon suddenly pulls his fingers away and you whine. You're left with nothing but the ache between your legs.
In desperation, your hands fly down to Leon's belt buckle and you start to undo his belt as quickly as you could.
"Easy there honey, I'm not goin' anywhere." Leon chuckles. He replaces your hands with his and soon he's tugging his pants down along with his black boxers to reveal his hardened cock. Its springs to life and slaps against his stomach.
You groan at the sight of it. It's big and thick and you almost want to take him in your mouth until his hands are already working on your own jeans.
He unbuttons your jeans and pushes them down your thighs. You kick them the rest of the way off and reposition yourself on top of Leon. Right as you are about to sink down onto Leon's length he interrupts you.
"I think you're forgettin' something.." Leon takes his cowboy hat off and puts it back on top of your head, tilting it just right.
"Beautiful." Leon breathes in a low tone.
"I think it looks better on you." You smile as Leon's hand grazes over your cheek and tucks a stray hair away from your face.
"That's nonsense, it looks stunnin' on you." He smirks and his thumb drags up and down your jawline, gently rubbing your cheek. The butterflies in your stomach flutter even more as he leans in closer to you, your noses brushing against one another.
You rub your slick folds back and forth on Leon's tip and slowly sink down onto his length, letting out moans at the stretch.
"L-Leon… it..so much" You pant between clenched teeth, gripping onto his broad shoulders.
"It's okay sweetheart, let me help.." he coos. The hands on your hips slowly start to help you roll into his, making sure to go slow and his grasp was decently gentle as he helps you build up a good pace.
"It's all in the hips sugar…." Leon whispers in your ear, sending tingles down your spine.
Soon on your own accord, you start to ride him faster. It catches Leon off guard as waves of hot, blinding pleasure course through his veins. He throws his head back with an audible moan as you bounce up and down on his cock.
"Good girl, keep rollin' your hips like that.." Leon praises, his voice rumbling low in his chest.
You nod and do as you are told, your body starting to twitch against Leon, your hands clenching onto his forearms tighter as he starts thrusting upwards, trying his best to push himself inside of you and meet your steady rhythm.
A whimper escapes your mouth as Leon sits up, connecting his lips to your neck. One of his hands trails up your back and plants itself on the nape of your neck as his lips suck and kiss your sensitive skin.
Your mind is spinning, your heart beats furiously. There are no words that can describe how amazing it all feels. Especially as the euphoria grows and the knot in your belly tightens. Leon, in his own desperation to chase his oncoming high, continues to buck his hips up into yours wildly from below.
His head has fallen back against the pillow as he feels your cunt tighten around him.
"Jesus…you feel so good darlin'." Leon groans in appreciation. You don't say anything, only moaning loudly and moving your hips with more vigor. The sounds from your mouth cause Leon to shudder as he watches you move against him. The sound of his name falling out of your mouth is driving him crazy and you look so damn pretty in his cowboy hat.
After a few more moments of bliss, you finally come undone releasing all of the fluids onto Leon's cock as your eyes roll back into your head and you slump down on top of Leon. Leon helps you along by moving his hand down to toy with your clit as you shudder from the waves of your orgasm.
"Look at you, you pretty little thing. So beautiful.." he grunts.
His hand comes up to the back of your neck as he holds you to his chest while burying his nose in the crook of your neck.
Your breathing is heavy and you wrap your arms tightly around his torso, feeling warm all over your body after your climax. Leon sighs as he starts to rub small circles into your back.
"Damn sweetheart, you may just be the death of me." he coos. A soft smile forms on your lips. Your head rests firmly on his chest, and you peer up at him.
"Does that mean I can keep the hat?" You ask with a sheepish smile.
Leon chuckles and rests a hand on your hat-covered head.
"Yeah, I 'spose so. It suits you."
𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 !!
( i swear, i promise ; i'll give you everything, even the echoes of my deep heart. )
chara : leon kennedy fandom : resident evil quote cr : seventeen
so here's the thing : leon s. kennedy is a light sleeper. an incredibly light sleeper, which isn't surprising-- what, given the nature of his career and everything he's ever had to endure.
oh? accidentally drop your phone on your face at an ungodly hour while he's sleeping next to you? he's awake. roll over in bed with utmost caution? he's awake.
breathe? oh, he's definitely awake.
you blindly reach for your phone on the nightstand, sleep very much still heavy on your eyes. you squint when you glance at the time, suddenly very hateful of your phone's auto brightness adjustment as it blinds you. that's certainly one way to wake up, huh?
the time reads 7:09am. you've got to leave for work in about 30 minutes, which is fine. no rush, no problem. except that--
well, except that leon is laying on top of you, head on your chest, lulled to sleep by the sound of your heart. it's become a habit of sorts-- the way he seeks comfort in your existence, the depth of your humanity an anchor & serenity in his life as you weave your fingers through his hair, slowly push him to the edge of slumber in peaceful means. it's reverent, holy, you think, and had you not been working today, you think you would have been able to stay in bed with him all day.
"leon?" your voice is quiet, soft-- you wish to gently break his slumber, hand gently patting his back.
he doesn't wake up. you call his name again, pat him a little bit harder. he still doesn't wake. you're insistent on avoiding rude awakenings, so you try this for a few more minutes, no longer groggy and now filled with a slight determination.
7:16am. you need to get ready.
you lean your head back into the pillow, glare at the ceiling.
here's another thing : leon s. kennedy is also a liar.
heavy sleeper, my ass, you think. he tends to be clingier after returning from missions, which is entirely understandable, and you truly do not mind, but you really, really, don't want to deal with another scolding from your boss. you still entirely, listen to the sound of his breathing.
yeah. he's awake.
"leon s. kennedy. you are awake."
he holds his breath instinctively. you feel it.
"listen, pretty boy. i gotta get ready for work." your fingers run through his messy bed head. "i need you to move."
he doesn't move. doesn't even react. he keeps up the facade.
7:19am. jesus christ, leon.
you pinch the bridge of your nose, let out a sigh. you try-- keyword being try, to sit up, but suddenly he's so much heavier, and you realize that he becomes dead weight just to make this so much harder-- which says a lot, because he's already incredibly muscular, and god, you think you can win against those arms? think again.
"leon, i swear--"
"call in."
when you lie back down, a means of waving the white flag, he finally looks up at you, blue eyes gentle and exhausted. there's something so incredibly tender in the way his gaze meets yours, hand reaching for yours as if it's instinct. you're the one holding your breath now, swallowing hard when he smiles that reserved smile that only you have the pleasure of seeing.
"stay with me, please." he squeezes your hand, once, twice, three times, and somewhere in that means an i love you, and you both know this.
you can't win. you can never win against him.
7:27am. oh, whatever, it doesn't matter anymore, you think, so you set your phone aside, focus on leon instead.
he notices the conflict in your eyes, then a brief contemplation, and the quiet admittance of defeat. he feels your body relax beneath his as you squeeze his hand four times, the kindest of smiles falling on your lips.
"fine, pretty boy. guess i'm sick, huh?"
"got a cold?"
"hm? sure."
he grins-- that shy little grin that you love so much, and you pinch his cheek, the curl of your lips growing ever so slightly.
"what a shame," he murmurs, "guess i should warm you up."
"i lied. suddenly i feel fine. i'm going to work."
"no, wait--"
A Diplomatic Exchange
“This is the last of it.”
He looks over the crate of supplies. Dark eyes deceptively looking over the box with a discerning eye.
One of the Dora accompanying you hands the box over to the soldier that was standing behind him.
An amicable exchange of resources. This had been going on for the past few months, almost a year now.. Your two nations exchanging little things. Technology that the other didn’t actually need but the symbolism of the exchange held having held more than anything you could have given each other.
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Could you do a story about Captian Rex X Reader. Where the reader jumps in front of a blaster fire or a bomb and protects him from being harm.
𝘊𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘙𝘦𝘹 𝘹 𝘎𝘕 𝘑𝘦𝘥𝘪!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 𝟏𝟎𝟖𝟐
𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘸𝘢𝘳, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧
𝘈/𝘕: 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦…𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪’𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘴. 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 <3
Your breathing was ragged and off, your lungs were slowly being filled with smoke mixed with plastoid.
This was bad.
The unknown planet was covered with mines, exploding and causing more chaos and fatal losses. This planet was a trap. A scheme to lure the republic to a fully controlled separatist base.
Both you and Ahsoka were in charge of disarming as many mines as possible in order for the troops to bypass.
“We-we’re almost there” Ahsoka claimed nearly out of breath as she pressed on her com, sending a signal that the mines were deactivated for both the 501st battalion and 187th legion to keep moving forward.
“Are you sure that was…all the mines?” You looked towards Ahsoka who was now squatting down, a hand placed on the ground as she slowly glided her fingertips over the dirt.
It was quiet for a second, her eyes closed in concentration, her face contoured in concern when she felt a light rumble. Ahsoka lifted her head up and looked around the perimeter. She quickly stood up, now on high alert.
“I sense something…something is coming towards us” she looked towards you, her eyebrows scrunched together. You both snapped your heads towards the direction of where you saw the troops and your masters receding from the forest.
“We have to warn them before-“ Ahsoka was cut off by a loud boom, you both flinched and looked towards the area the explosion occurred just a couple meters away.
You both ignited your lightsabers and sprinted towards both your battalion and legion blocking the enemy blaster fire as it rained down on you both.
The fight continued on as you all were neck and neck, each taking turns in falling back. It was exhausting as it felt more and more droids were being dispatched.
It had quickly become a concern when the 501st weren’t taking any more precautions and Skywalker decided to take things under wraps by pushing forward and disobeying master Windus's orders. Windu had become quickly agitated while calling orders for your men to continue forward as well.
You kept to Ahsokas's side as you both made your rounds in helping the 501st and 187th fight for the upper hand. With the taste of victory in just arms reach the final wave of battle droids had joined the front lines. You all continued your efforts to defeat the final few separatists, but with overconfidence came carelessness and that seemed to apply to everyone.
Deep down your instinct had seemed to overdrive your abilities, turning towards the 501st captain who was preoccupied with a few unlucky battle droids you had forced yourself to run towards him, dropping your lightsaber in the process. The moment was slow. As you expected a blaster bullet was shot from afar by a commando droid.
The captain had been finished in time for you to shove him to the side, only for you to be shot on your side as you fell on your knees wincing at the pain of your flesh burning. You skimmed your hands to your side and applied pressure to the blaster wound, the heat slowly eating through your skin.
Rex was quick to shake off the unexpected moment, pulling out his dual pistols and firing them as he got up to cover you.
A couple droids went down as he kneeled in front of your hunched-over body.
“You alright’ sir?” His voice was laced with concern implying a sense of urgency as the battle went on.
“‘Am alright” you grimaced, prying your dominant hand off your side as you used it to force pull your lightsaber hilt into your grasp. You got up quick and wobbled slightly, noticing how Rex almost seemed panicked, ready to catch you if you were to fall.
“We have business to finish Captain” you gave him a pointed look towards his eyeslits. He gave a curt nod, unsure of what to do but nonetheless trusting you to be okay on your own. The pain was inevitable, then again you reminded yourself that this was nothing to what you’ve dealt with before.
You both instigated in combat, Rex sticking to you the rest of the way till the enemy was distinguished and the Republic had control over the perimeter.
You sat on a fallen tree log, waiting patiently to be patched up along with those that were either minorly or severely injured. Ahsoka had kept you occupied while waiting, rambling on about how intricate the forest was and the potential the planet held.
The time came when the captain had to ‘thank’ you for nearly putting your own life on the line just for him, a simple number.
He held his bucket close to his side as he walked over to you and Ahsoka making curtsy nods to his troops who passed by. Unknowingly, you’d glanced over to his walking figure, you eyed him curiously while keeping a calm facade as he proceeded to walk towards the both of you.
“Commanders” he looked between the both of you, Ahsoka perked up and you said a quick ‘captain’. He cleared his throat as he straightened his posture, attempting to put on his, as Ahsoka put it, ‘The Fierce Captain Rex of the 501st’ facade.
“Commander L/N, I will like to profess my gratitude and say thank you for saving me back there. What you did back there’…putting your own life on the line for someone like me was reckless...but I will forever be in your debt” Rex stared at the trees that were past your head, avoiding eye contact, avoiding the possibility of judgment by someone who was appointed to someone like master Windu.
“What did I tell you” Ahsoka elbowed you while you both bursted out laughing. Rex eyes widened as he frantically looked between the both of you for an answer, a clear confused expression painted on his face.
“No need to thank me captain, your life is just as charitable as mine. I’m just doing what I believe is right” you smiled at him. Ahsoka continued to laugh to herself while you focused on Rex who seemed to have loosened up by the looks of his body language.
There was a glimmer in his eyes as he smiled to himself, finding more and more reasons to have high respect for you.
You both made eye contact; keeping the eye contact, he bowed his head slightly, as he had nothing else to say.
Moments like these were charitable.
imma need part 2 to way down we go real quick pls
ofc! i will do my best to get it out as quickly as possible
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Tips to Write Smut (aka sex)
Again, I posted something like this a while ago on my band blog - where I do actively write smut - but this one is new and revised! Please note: this only covers heterosexual smut, I’m sorry.
So for the (non-slash) fanfiction writers out there, here’s some more tips: (actually, some of these will work for slash as well)
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the bad batch but fives is alive and part of the group: a concept
𝘚𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘋𝘶𝘮𝘱
Clone Boys x F!Reader
Theme: Ribbons & cup-less harnesses
Warnings: 18+, P & V, blow job, Oral sex (Fem receiving), ball gag, nipple play, cock warming, riding.
Characters: Fox, Cody, Rex, & Wolffe
A/N: no i am not a smut writer.
Red
Fox groaned while throwing his head back, his curls falling and sticking to his forehead. You hummed as you continued to outline the veins on his cock with your tongue.
You gazed up at him through your lashes, noticing how his eyebrows were scrunched together, his fists tightening even more around the bed sheet fabric.
You relaxed your throat more and took the rest of him down on your throat. He let out a strangled groan as he looked down at you, catching your eyes looking at him.
Fox breath stuttered as he tilted his head up, letting out breathy groans.
“Fuck” Fox placed a hand on the back of your head, he started to guid your head on his cock the way he wanted you to do.
Bits of warm steel dribbled down his cock, causing his eyes to cross slightly. The lewd noises made it hard for him to focus, to think. The feeling of being pleasured was the only thing on his mind.
“That’s right, just like that” he babbled as his vision grew blurry. You started to play with his balls, carefully caressing them with your fingers. His body tensed, feeling as the most sensitive part of himself was getting attention.
Fox let out a deep moan, releasing his cum deep down your throat. You pulled off his cock with a pop and swallowed his cum down your throat. You hummed in satisfaction, as you leaned in towards his face and kissed his lips.
He held onto your face with both hands, you slowly maneuvered yourself over his lap as you continued to distract him with your intoxicating lips.
It would take some time for your baby boy to recover, but you were willing to wait.
Orange
You squirmed at the feeling of calloused thumbs swiping over your sore hardened nipples. Your breast were outlined in a pretty orange cupless harness that was covered in small flowers. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself, not when you were presented to him like this.
Cody had been going at this for what felt like hours. Just endless nipple play. Your whines came out muffled, a black ball gag was stuffed in your mouth.
“What’s the matter pretty girl?” Cody cooed as he rested his hands on either side of your head. His light brown eyes peered into yours. Your eyebrows were forward, scrunched up in frustration.
“Does my pretty baby want something?” His hand came up to the side of your face, caressing your cheek delicately. You nodded your head, a muffled ‘mhm’ being the only thing to interoperate.
“If you can’t speak coherently, then you get nothing.” Cody looked over your face, admiring how you looked so helpless and needy.
You lightly pulled at your restraints, a orange ribbon keeping your wrist tied together. Cody took notice and placed his hand over your tied wrists, preventing you from moving them.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you” he whispered lowly, your body stiffened as his eyes bored into yours. His once brown irises, blown out in complete lust. He slowly started to rock his clothed crotch into your exposed wet cunt.
A chill ran down your body. The feeling of his bulge pressed against your clit was the only friction you’ve had so far. You let out a muffled moan, while turning your head to the side.
Cody stopped his movements and grasped your jaw, forcing you to look up at him.
“Eyes on me” He said sternly, while leaning into you. He slowly started to place open mouth kisses under your jaw, then trailed down your neck, chest, and stopped at a perked nipple. He took it into his mouth and started sucking. His tongue swirled over the bud. You mule, feeling as right hands fingers skimmed lower down your body.
His fingers pressed against your clit, rubbing slow tainted circles. Your eyebrows scrunched together, you shut your eyes as he circled faster on your clit. You moaned as you started to move your hips to get more friction.
Cody rested his body on your lower half, preventing you from moving anymore. You clenched your fist, now feeling irritated.
Cody let go of your nipple with a pop before sitting up and positioning himself in front of you. He grabbed your thighs and raised them, resting them over his shoulders as he laid down near your lower half.
He leaned in close to your cunt and licked a long strip from your slit to your clit. Your breath stuttered, your body tensing as Cody continued to lick and suck at your neglected clit. You craned your neck down to where he was situated. Heat creeped up on your cheeks as you made direct eye contact with him.
Keeping his eyes on your pretty face he started to tongue fuck your slit. Bringing your tied hands towards his head, you raked threw his disheveled curls before pulling at them.
Your thighs instinctively started to shut together, your legs spasming. Your thighs squished Cody’s head. Without breaking away from your pussy he wrapped his arms around your thighs and pried them away from his head.
Cody watched you with hazy eyes as you arched your back. Pretty moans and incoherent whispers of his name were being repeated under your breath.
You attempted to speak, attempted to tell him how close you were to coming. Cody smirked as he plunged a thick finger into your slit.
You let out a muffled scream as Cody pumped a second finger in. Cody pulled away from your cunt and started to finger fuck you.
Cody’s cock twitched in his sweats, noticing how you were creaming all over his fingers.
Maybe he would reconsider giving you his cock.
Blue
You and Rex both moaned in sync as he seethed his cock into you. He gripped your hips tighter, his nails biting into the skin. He bucked his hips as he slowly started fucking into you at a slow pace.
The royal blue harness outlined your body so perfectly.
Just the site of your curves he adored caused him to lose focus on his pace.
Your back arched up, a gasp escaped your lips as Rex unknowingly sped up his pace. Rex leaned down against you, ghosting his lips against yours as you moaned deliciously. He crashed his lips onto yours, teeth clashing together, tongues pressing together. He groaned as you started to meet his thrust.
He detached his lips from yours, as he admired your blissful face.
“You look so beautiful” he stuttered as he continued to fuck into you, every so often slowing his pace down. You whimpered as you gazed up at him threw hooded eyelids. Even in the heat of the moment, Rex smiled down at you lovingly. In your dazed state you managed to conjure up lop sided smile.
Rex sloppily untied the blue ribbon around your wrists and engulfed your hands into his, pinning them down on either side of your head. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as he set a pace for the both of you to enjoy.
Every so often he’d squeeze your hand, a sign that he was there and that you were okay.
Rex placed hot kisses against your neck:
“You feel so good my pretty cyare” he slurred as you whined. He let go of your hands and grasped your thighs. He held them close to his sides as he sped up his thrust. You gasped as you threw your head back into the plush pillows as his tip grazed your g-spot.
“Right there Rex” you moaned as he continued to thrust up the way you wanted him to. He groaned as he felt your cunt clench around his cock, his thrust stuttered for a second before he regained his composure.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck” Rex groaned at the squelching sounds and his balls smacking against your slit. Rex sped up his pace, noticing as your face started to contour and how you started to babble incoherently.
You were so close.
Your hands fisted in the sheets tighter. Your toes curled as you pressed your knees into his sides.
Your eyes rolled in the back of your head. An earth-shattering orgasm overcoming you. Flourishing your whole body in ecstasy.
Your body trembled from the after shocks of your orgasm.
His thrust became slower. Rex leaned down and planted soft kisses over your face.
“Just hold on a bit longer” he whispered, you hummed as Rex started to thrust into you again.
White
Your tied hands rested against Wolffes stomach, your eyes narrowed at him as he rubbed small circles into the sides of your hips.
You wanted to move. You wanted him to do something. Your patients was slipping and you just wanted to cum.
You cautiously moved your hips. In response, Wolffe held onto your hips even tighter as he gave you a hard glare.
“What did i tell you?”
“I’m sorry sir” you averted your eyes away, heat radiated from your face. You were embarrassed, embarrassed that you couldn’t follow simple orders.
Wolffe smirked to himself as he leaned foreword, outlining your jaw with his nose.
“You’re a good girl, my good girl” he whispered before giving you a hard thrust. You whimpered as he started to move your hips on his cock.
He hummed as he nipped and sucked at your neck. Overlapping the faded purple blotches scattered on the side of your neck.
“Come on darling, ride me” on cue you started to lift your hips up. Wolffe grabbed ahold of your tied hands, the white ribbon pressing into your wrists skin.
You started to bounce on his cock while he mouthed at your jaw.
“You feel so good sir” you moaned.
Wolffe adjusted his hands on your hips as he started to support you. Forcing you to speed up your pace and bounce more.
You let out a strangled groan as you tried to keep up with Wolffes force as he started to thrust up into you. Your thighs started to ache as you couldn’t keep up with Wolffes rapid thrusts. You slumped against his chest, burying you face into as you let out moans.
𝘞𝘢𝘺 𝘋𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘞𝘦 𝘎𝘰
𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘞𝘰𝘭𝘧𝘧𝘦 𝘹 𝘎𝘕 𝘑𝘦𝘥𝘪!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
Summary: Jedi padawan reader experiences the events before and after Order 66.
Warnings: Angst, violence, death, injury.
Word Count: 6,296
Today was no different from the others, but on this specific occasion you felt off. The lack luster of pride, confidence, and tranquility was no doubt obvious to the legion. You were just unable to correspond or focus normally as per usual.
You stood and observed the planet Cato Neimodia from the docking station. Soldiers were scattered around tending to transport ships and various other Z-95 Starfighters that needed more modifications before departure.
The whole reason to you feeling this way was because this was your last mission with the men, alongside master Plo. Your future afterwards would lye in the hands of the Jedi council.
You begged the stars that the Jedi council wouldn’t screw you over. Then again, anything is possible. Whether it be good or bad, there’s always an outcome to everything.
The sounds of beeps caused you to look away from the planet. Tilting your head down, your astromech droid, EV-9E, circled around you, making noises to get your attention. You smiled down at the chipped grey and white droid, then squatted down to be eye level with it.
“What took you so long?” You curiously asked the droid as it made unamused beeps. You placed a hand on its dome, and raised an eyebrow as the droid continued to make unsatisfied noises. EV then opened up one of its compartments where your hand was placed, causing you to retract your hand away. The droid broke out into even more angry beeps.
"I know, I know, I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do. I can’t bring you on this mission and that’s final" the droid wheeled back and twisted its head around, even teetering from one leg to the other, almost like a youngling having a temper tantrum.
"You've been around Artoo too much" you joked. EV stopped and wheeled up to you with a bit of force and bumped into your knees, nearly knocking you off your feet. You haltered the droid by putting your hand up in front of you and glared at it.
"Fine fine" you readjusted your position, now in a kneeling stance "You can prepare my ship-” EV started to beep happily “but I'm not promising that I'll need it" you gave EV a pointed look. EV ignored your words and continued to beep happily as it turned away from you and headed straight to the sector where your ship resided untouched.
"Blasted droids never’ listen" you rolled your eyes at the gruff voice and stood up from the ground, turning your whole body around, now facing an unhelmeted Wolffe.
"Not to you of course" you quipped, folding your arms and cocking your head to the side "I take it you're still not over the whole fiasco with Artoo and 3PO" you teased as you gave Wolffe a sly smile.
Wolffe scoffed and took his helmet from his right arm and switched it to his left. Keeping his eyes focused on the ground, he pushed his slightly cupped right hand towards you. You moved closer to him, eyeing the object in his hand curiously, he shook his hand a little, a sign to take it. With delicate fingers, you took the now obvious rounded pendant into your hand, the chain dangling down and grazing the back of your hand softly.
Carefully, you untangled the chain and held it up in front of you, the chain swayed, and gleamed from the lights above. Your eyes softened, you rested the pendent in your hand, bringing it closer to your face for further inspection. The pendant had a small engrave of what you assumed looked similar to the packs logo. Your finger lightly traced over the engraved markings, the small pendent feeling cool underneath your fingertip.
"An elderly native gave it to me as a thank you gift for helping them recover most of their belongings of what they presumed was lost during our relief mission." you looked away from the pendent and looked at Wolffe "They said it was made out of beskar, and recommended I gift it to someone who was worthy of having it" Wolffe met your eyes, and you smiled at him. For a moment, you felt like the luckiest person to coexist, then that quickly subsided. Your face faltered, having the mindset of being unworthy of a gift from him, especially something as rare as beskar.
“It’s beautiful Wolffe...but I just can’t-”
“Cyare this gift is meant for you and only you” Wolffe froze, his eyes widening a little from the small slip up. He blinked a couple of times before clearing his throat “What I mean is...this is a gift of gratitude, from me to you. Take it as a thank you for allowing me to serve alongside you”
You opened your mouth before closing it, Wolffe gave you a sincere and honest look. You nodded and graced a small grin on your face.
“Thank you for this, and it was an honor serving alongside you” Wolffe felt his heart ache, feeling as everything was coming to an end so soon.
Originally, he wasn’t planning on gifting the necklace to you this early on. A unsure master Plo had mentioned to him that you would take a separate ship to meet with master Yoda on Kashyyyk after fending off the separatists on Cato Neimodia.
Once Wolffe received this information, he had no other choice but to force himself to give you the necklace on short notice. He was just worried that he wouldn’t have another opportunity like this to give it to you.
“Wolffe I have to ask you something“ Wolffes brows raised at you, he examined your face noticing how you seemed hesitant. You fiddled with the necklace in your hand, now starting to feel anxious.
“That is?” He drawled as he gripped onto his helmet tighter.
Confrontation was never your thing, out in battle it was different. Being faced to face with someone alone and away from prying eyes was more of a nerve wrecking experience then expected.
“I was curious about-“ The call of both of your names caused you both to turn your heads towards the direction of the recipient. Plo made his way across the hanger as he looked between the two of you. Wolffe was quick to stand at attention, fixing his posture and clutching onto his bucket.
Plo stopped in front of you both.
“Commander Wolffe, I would like you to begin boarding protocols to your men”
“Yes general” Wolffe placed his helmet on top of his head and made way towards his comrades that were wondering around. Your eyes followed Wolffes retreating figure, then soon you looked back towards your Master.
“Nervous I sense” Plo held his hands behind him as he continued to take in your force signature.
“Just a little, but I’ll get over it” you shrugged and gazed down at the chain that was peaking out of your hand.
“No need to torture yourself with your worries of the Jedi councils decision. I for one know that you’ll make a fine Jedi knight” You bit the inside of your cheek and held onto the necklace a little bit tighter.
“But if they were to disagree, I’ll be sure to reconcile and talk with the Jedi masters in hopes of making them reconsider their choices, which I doubt is something I’ll have to do.” You nodded and kept your head low.
“Rest assure you’ll be just fine. Then again, if you can’t get over your nerves by the time you reach the bridge, just stick with the pack and if you have to, hold position till you feel okay, then do so” You took Plos words into consideration before mumbling a ‘yes master’.
“May I?” Plo pointed towards the Beskar necklace in your hand, you nodded and carefully handed it to him and turned around. Plo unclasped the chain and carefully placed it around your neck, in just a few seconds the hook was successfully secured into the eye clasp. He then let the ends go and backed a few steps away from you. You turned back around and thanked him.
“I’m surprised that you were able to do it so fast”
“Well, I did come to know two younglings who were very infatuated with necklaces during their youth” Plo grinned to himself, remembering both a young you and a young Ahsoka.
Plos comm link went off signaling that it was almost time to depart from the Venators hangar. Plo looked at you one last time and gave you a small nod.
“I trust you that the center bridge will be secured by the time we’ve finished off the separatists fleet?” Plo raised his brow bones up at you
“Yes master, we will be sure to secure the bridge and escort any remaining citizens to safety” you fixed your posture, now feeling a bit more confident than you originally were. Plo rested a hand on your shoulder.
“Good luck y/n, I’ll see you on the grounds before you know it.” Plo retracted his hand away from your shoulder “Be sure to watch out for the men” Plo turned around and walked the opposite direction to where the fleet and his ship were.
You brought up your hand and took the pendent in between your thumb and pointer finger, feeling the engraved logo. You looked over towards master Plo one last time before turning around and heading towards the LA/AT ships.
From a distance Boost eyes followed your walking figure, he turned his head to Wolffe who kept his head down.
“You didn’t tell them...did you?” Even if Wolffe couldn’t see Boost's face, he knew his vod was a bit disappointed.
“No...I didn’t. I just couldn’t bring myself to confess the way I originally planned to.” Wolffe said in a hushed tone. Sinker patted Wolffes back, providing a bit of comfort for his commander.
“It’s alright vod, you’ll get your chance another time” Wolffe sighed and clenched his fists as he adjusted his posture.
As you got closer to them, Wolffe was quick to move towards the LA/AT. Boost and Sinker shook their heads as they watched a retreating and irritated Wolffe bored the ship. Once you arrived, they were all quick to greet you while boarding alongside them.
You watched as the fleet took their departure, you blindly reached up and grabbed a hold of the handle bar. The ships blast doors closed slowly, the red emergency lights turned on, casting a red hue inside. You stared at the ship's door, it was too quiet for your liking. Only the sounds of your rapid heartbeat thrumming and a few feet scuffing on the ground.
Oh how you disliked these moments where everything felt so tense and the air seemed so thin. It was always you who started small talk with your comrades before and during transportation. But you couldn’t bring yourself to it.
You were just a mess.
The small rocking of the transport ship signaled that you were taking off. You clutched the handle a bit tighter to prevent yourself from losing balance, but also a way to keep you mentally grounded.
***
Entering into the Cato Neimodias atmosphere was a rough start. Explosions caused the ship to have minor turbulence, you all stumbled and clung onto the handles, even grabbing onto one another’s shoulder for balance. You quickly let go of the handle and latched onto the side of the ship next to the blast door.
The door you were next to slid open, you squinted your eyes from the reveal of the harsh lighting. Once your eyes adjusted, you poked your head out, observing as launched missiles had either bypassed transport ships or exploded mid-air.
One particular missile headed straight towards one of the transport ships, reaching your hand out, you made the missile take a detour before it could strike down the LA/AT.
The closer you got to the surface, various Starfighters and separatist ships had zoomed past. As soon as the center bridge's ground was in view you turned your head and signaled to Wolffe with a simple finger gesture, he nodded and grabbed hold of his pistols while the others adjusted their blasters.
You moved closer to the opening, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. Adrenaline pumped full speed through your veins, your heart beating at an unnatural rate. With one last final examination of the battle below, you quickly jumped out of the ship and landed elegantly on your feet.
Before any of the droids could turn around, you slashed through them with your blue lightsaber and pushed forward.
You continued to block blaster fire and as soon as you got closer to a few more droids, you raised your hand up, bringing the droids up with it and quickly formed your hand into a fist causing the droids to short circuit and crush into pieces.
Once the LA/AT ships landed, troopers were quick to get into fighting formation. Commander Wolffe, Boost, Sinker, and a few new recruits were quick to catch up with you as you deliberately blocked and slashed through various droids. The clustered together buildings on the bridge made the battle more difficult to move around and correlate properly.
You’re wondering eyes stopped on the sight of a tank moving foreword in the distance, no doubt preparing to strike. Everyone seemed to have noticed the distinct blue colored tank on the front lines of the separatists side.
You and your small group took cover behind a building right before a cannon blast had collided into the ground. You watched as a building crumbled, causing a few troops to yell out and take cover.
“So much for mild destruction” Boost shrugged his shoulders while Sinker snickered as he gripped onto his blaster rifle.
You peeked over the side of the building, glancing around for any potential advantage points. Your eyes landed on explosive barrels that were planted just near the active tank.
“Wolffe could you maybe fire a few shots at those barrels” you gestured your head in the direction of the explosives. Wolffe shifted in his spot, nearly leaning over you to get a look at the explosives.
Wolffe retreated backwards to avoid the possibility of being shot at “Will do” he nodded his head and positioned himself, focusing for a moment before firing a single blaster bolt, triggering the explosive barrels.
The tank exploded, alongside a few droids that were close by. With the tank gone, this gave you all a much greater advantage.
“I’m gonna lead first, I just need you and your men to cover me till I reach the center of the city” you turned your head towards the group of six. Boost and Sinker glanced at each other while the shines titled their heads in question. Wolffe raised his eyebrows slightly, his helmet raising up a bit which you instantly could tell he was about to scold you.
“Are you crazy? That’s suicide! You could-“
“I’m well aware Commander, but now is not the time to be arguing about this! Causing anymore destruction to the city, especially on a bridge, is the last thing we want to do” your eyebrows knitted together as you looked at his visor.
“Likewise, I trust you all with my life! Just this once, for the sake of the mission, follow my orders” Wolffe stared at you, he was indeed concerned for your safety, but he was a good soldier. Good soldiers followed orders.
He tilted his head down before nodding in approval “Fine. We’ll be sure to cover you” your face relaxed, you grinned at him before you turned away from the group and continued onward.
“That’s a Jedi for you” Boost half-heartedly joked while observing his commander who he could tell was internally worrying himself.
“Tell me about it” Wolffe grumbled before pressing down on the public comm link channel.
You heard faint orders from Wolffe telling the others through his comm to cover you as you proceed to clear out the rest of the way while they trailed behind you, making sure to finish off whatever you left untouched.
As the attack on the ground continued, the droids slowly started to retreat back, losing more ground as you and your men continued to take down all protocol droids, and various other commando droids. That high peak of adrenaline was quickly cut short
One of the various ships from the sky spiraled downwards causing Wolffe to yell out to ‘take cover’. You were quick to move out of the way of the crash landing ship. The impact caused a huge explosion, leading to various debris to fly around, damaging clustered buildings even more. After the explosion subsided, it was an obvious indication that the ship had caused a blockade, dividing you from the rest of the troops.
“Y/n are you alright?” You heard Wolffe shout from the other side of the crashed ship, you took a quick glance behind you and noticed droids coming your way. You snapped your head back towards the ship's direction, you cupped your hands around your mouth:
“I’m alright! Just find another way around!” You quickly ignited your lightsaber and heard a faint ‘yes sir’
Using your force sprint, you launched yourself off of a nearby crate. Having landed much closer to the enemy line, you reached your hand out and pushed half of the droids backwards, causing them to pile on top of each other.
You reached out to one of the battle droids and pulled it towards you, making sure to impale it with your blade. Once done, you discarded the battle droid by forcefully pushing it towards an oncoming group of droids, knocking them all off of their feet. You dodged multiple blaster bullets, before exterminating the remaining droids that were left.
You looked around, making sure there were no more droids. Sure enough there weren’t any around you. Looking briefly up at the sky you watched in awe as your master perfectly piloted his starfighter, taking out countless separatist ships alongside the fleet. You admired for just a moment, reminiscing on all the fond memories you had being raised and taught by Plo.
Emotional attachments were unacceptable in the Jedi order, but when it came to the people you truly cared about, it didn’t matter to you. You were not ashamed to accept that Plo Koon took on the mantle of a fatherly figure. If it weren’t for his kindness and his heart, you would’ve been nothing but a heartless, uneducated individual.
You were grateful for him being the man that you knew you could rely on.
Your body had suddenly flinched. A slow aching pain in your head started to form. You brought one hand up against the side of your head and pressed your fingers down. The sounds of incoherent yelling, conflict, and raw emotion was overriding your senses.
Suddenly everything stopped.
Your face was scrunched up in confusion as you wondered what that strange encounter was.
A shiver ran down your spine. The small act made you realize how unbalanced the force had become. Your eyebrows raised. You quickly looked up at the sky, and witnessed in horror as your masters ship was being shot at.
Your eyes widened and you started to panic as one of your own fleets pilot got a direct hit on Plos ships wing.
Your eyes stared blankly at the receding ship as it crashed into one of the cities towers right where the blockade was located. Your breath hitched, as you slowly walked backwards, now feeling terrified.
Your body shook unnaturally, unable to process the scene right before your eyes. Your bottom lip quivered, you looked down at your hand that was holding your lightsaber hilt, watching as it shook. Your instinct to fight and survive kicked in.
One faint nearby voice caused you to start sprinting towards the opposite direction. Yells had erupted and soon all hell broke loose.
You were stuck in a crossfire.
Pressing down on your comm link, you input your coordinates and sent them instantly to your droid. You brought your comm link close to your mouth and started urging your droid to start dispatching from the hanger.
“EV, I need you to autopilot the ship and come to my coordinates now!” You activated your lightsaber and skidded to a halt.
If it’ll take time for your ship to arrive, then you surely would make time.
The first initial sighting of one of the troopers, you quickly reached out towards a convenient stand and threw it towards the direction of the soldier. Knocking him and a few others that trailed behind him down.
Blaster fire soon erupted and you worked quickly by blocking and dodging. Every so often you’d notice a stray object at the corner of your eye and threw it towards their direction.
You knew you wouldn’t last for long with just continuously blocking blaster fire and throwing objects at them. You had to work quick before all odds were lost.
What worried you the most was how familiar they all were with how you fought and your infamous strategies. They knew how fast you could think and work which took them little to no time to adjust to your fast pace.
With your complete focus on the enemy in front of you, you completely casted aside your focus behind you.
A fiery graze against your bicep caused you to hiss and your hand holding your lightsaber faltered as another blaster fire grazed your wrist. You made a quick glance to the side and noticed Wolffe and a few other troopers forging their way towards you.
You backed up, continuing to dodge and block as much blaster fire as you could keeping hasty eyes to keep track of your vulnerable points. As soon as you nearly backed up into an abandoned barrier you gave yourself a boost with the force and did a backflip over it, landing right behind it.
Quickly gaining your balance on your feet, you threw both your hands out in front of you and forced pushed the barrier towards the troopers. The screeching metal against the pavement made you grimace at the ear-wrenching noise.
The ends of the metal barrier scraped against the nearby buildings; the buildings crumbled and collapsed into debris. The impact against the pavement caused a mixture of dirt and particles to fly in the air. One accidental inhale and you started coughing violently.
You wavered your hand in front of your face to shoo away the mixture, you scanned the perimeter and quickly turned around, continuing on your way.
You were nearly coming to the end of the giant rock arc, as it became more prominent in size. Fast winds soon started to pick up, now bringing in the atmospheres dense fog.
The motivation to survive turned futile. All you were doing at this point was wasting your energy, using up all your stamina. Everything in training felt like it was thrown out in space. You were unable to control your breathing, you continued to be reckless by using force techniques that were far more advanced and out of your radar.
The sound of your comm link beeping made you look down at your forearm. EV had sent a signal that the ship had just reached the atmosphere. You quickly imputed your new coordinates and sent the signal to your droid.
The fog had settled in, completely covering the whole area of the bridge. You listened around carefully, the sounds of the howling wind breezing by.
You clutched onto your saber, thumb already placed on the ignition pulse. You backed up slowly and carefully avoiding the rubble on the ground. The sound of metal scraping against the pavement made your eyes move around frantically.
You naturally synced into your fighting stance, preparing for the un-proclaimed attack. A gust of wind blew over your face, the cold stinging your skin. You continued to shuffle backwards cautiously, trying to pinpoint the enemy.
A sudden arm wrapped around your neck, causing you to gasp. On instinct you brought both of your hands up to the armored arm, and started to pry at the hold.
“Enough Jedi scum” the voice seethed, your eyes widened at the familiar gruff voice. Wolffe quickly brought his pistol towards the side of your head. You let one hand go of his arm, bringing it up towards his hand that held the pistol. You forcefully pushed against the pistols body, knocking it right out of his hand.
The small act caused Wolffe to become distressed as he struggled to maintain a decent hold on you. Making quick moves, you gripped onto his arm that was wrapped around your neck. You moved your body slightly forward, now handling his full body mass on your back, you body slammed him to the ground. His helmet had flung off of his head, discarded somewhere off to the side.
Wolffe yelped at the impact, he blindly moved his hand on the pavement, attempting to find his discarded pistol. You kicked the nearby pistol away from arms reach and stared blankly down at your commander.
He grimaced and glared up at you, distaste coursed through his system, his one good eye showing nothing but pure hatred. His chest rose up and down frantically.
In a situation like this, you’d feel proud of yourself. But this was reality.
He jutted up, quickly you stuck your hand out in front of you and pushed him back down to the ground with the force. Wolffe attempted to move his body, but to no avail he was unable to budge.
“I’ll kill you, I’ll kill each and everyone of you Jedi!” your hand that you were using started to shake. You felt the beskar pendent press against your chest, feeling as if it was burning a hole through your skin.
“Why? Why are you doing this to us? To me?” You whispered the last part to yourself. You studied Wolffes face, as his forehead creases became more prominent.
“Good soldiers follow orders” chills ran down your spine as you continued to watch Wolffe struggle underneath the force hold. The last strand of hope you held onto for dear life finally snapped.
You were mortified. Your stomach churned at the thought of how little time it took for them to change their motives on the both of you. Why? Why was this happening? You wished you could cry and scream out in anger, but now wasn’t the time.
The recognizable sounds of your starfighters engine became more distinct and loud. Looking up you noticed as your starfighter broke through the dense fog. You almost sighed in relief before gunships followed suite, attempting to gun down your ship.
In one swift move, you wavered your hand to the side, Wolffes whole body slid towards the direction your hand went. His plastoid armor scrapping against the duracrete.
Your feet moved on their own as you ran from the pilots blaster fire. Heat creeped up upon the back of your neck as more shots were fired down on the ground. Your frantic eyes observed as your starfighter had made a loop under the first bridge.
Your feet had sped up, your legs ached and the muscles burned.
Once you were close to the side edge of the bridge, anxiety and doubt started to cloud your mind. You shook the thoughts away as best as you could and dived off the bridge with no hesitation.
Falling felt so slow. The tension and the wind wavered against your body. You closed your eyes to calm yourself, keeping your attention on the distant engines coming closer.
You opened your eyes, and reached your hand out as your ship dived down with you, keeping a decent distances away from you. You pulled yourself towards the open hatch of the ship, your fingertips barely grazing the rim of the hatch. Continuing to reach, your fingertips soon got a hold of the rim; you laid your hand flat on the matrix armor and held on with a death grip as you struggled to bring your other hand to grasp the ring.
Maneuvering your body quickly, you got into the cockpit and closed the hatch. Pressing a few buttons you grabbed a hold of the steering handles and took over the starfighter.
Fighter ships soon trailed behind you, erupting in blaster fire.
“Shake them off of me EV” you flipped a switch and your droid whirled it’s head around and took over the small blaster cannon that was attached to the underside of the ship.
Your fingers quickly grazed over the small screen, blindly you input random coordinates to a random sector, one that you knew would be far away from the republic based planets.
Pulling back the steering handles, your ship pulled up fast. The dense fog soon engulfed your whole perimeter, small drops of water tapped violently against the viewport as the ship started to increase in speed. You’d managed to lose most of the enemy ships in the fog besides one.
Explosions erupted right next to your ship, shaking the entirety of the vessel violently. The flashing lights blinding you for a split second. Beeps started to alarm, signaling an oncoming missile was locked on your ship.
You embraced yourself and turned the stirring handles to one side, your ship soon started rotate at a fast pace. At the last minute, you made a loop over the ship that was in back of you and quickly went back in front of it. The tactic worked and the missile had struck the fighter ship that was trailing behind you. The impact had caused you to jolt forward and the ship shook while you successfully made it out of the planets atmosphere.
Those on the ground, were unable to tell if you were desecrated or escaped.
A now helmeted Wolffe stared up at the fogged sky, watching as a small flicker of light cascaded for a second before fading into nothing.
“Sir, there’s been no word from the piloting fleet as for the whereabouts of the Jedi’s ship” Wolffe looked towards Sinker before looking back at the foggy atmosphere.
“Tell the others to call off the search for now, we’ll be sure to hunt down the Jedi until they’re executed under Order 66” Wolffe walked off towards the remaining transport ships that were left unoccupied on the bridge.
Wolffe glanced over to the side, observing as his men inspected the remains of Plo Koons ship to assure the Jedi’s death was a success.
There was faint ache in his heart that he easily ignored. He turned away and continued to the transport ships.
****
You adjusted the rods of wood, and forced them down into the ground to keep them stable. The small fire crackled, the source of light wavering and illuminating the small shelter you made.
You landed on some unknown planet and were fortunate enough to have found few scraps of material near your location. You let out a soft huff as you sat down on the ground underneath the tarp. You wrapped your robes around you tighter, feeling a small gust of wind overpass your face and exposed skin.
The planet was cold and quiet, only sounds of a few chirps from birds in the distance and rustles from the trees. Your arm and shoulder blade hurt, all from the blaster fire that had managed to get a snag at your body.
You had no medical equipment, no bacta patches, nothing. You worried that your wounds would get infected if they weren’t treated anytime soon.
Carefully, you slid your robes off your body, alongside your top. You shivered at the contact the cool wether made with your upper bodies skin. The tank top that you left on did nothing to help with the cold.
You tore a long strip of fabric off your lose white ribboned tabard. You eyed the length of the fabric before wrapping it around your left side bicep. You winced at the uncomfortable contact the fabric made, it rubbed lightly against the blaster wound that was still oozing blood.
Tightly securing it with a decent knot, you ripped another piece with the same length and wrapped it around your dominate hands wrist. You grimaced at the irritating sting, your wrist hurt more than your bicep. You carefully put back on your robe, not bothering to secure it around you.
Letting out a shaky sigh you pinched the bridge of your nose.
Your eyes gazed down at the small fire, heat barely radiating from the flames. You brought your legs up to your chest and hugged them. EV beeped more quieter as the astromech droid wheeled up to you.
“We’re not going home EV” your voice was hushed, nearly cracking. EV beeped lowly, shifting to stand on its two legs. “Yeah bud...it’s over. Theres nothing for us to go back to...not unless we want to be killed like the others” you turned your head towards EV, placing a hand on its dome before retreating it back to pull at your robes. You sat quietly for a moment, thinking over thousands of thoughts that were running through your head.
“Everything we’ve been through...the losses, the near death experiences....we did it all for nothing.” You whispered to yourself, accepting your once overthought ideology that the Jedi were bound to fall to ruins at some point. But not in a million lightyears did you ever think the jedi would end like this.
You gently rubbed at your temples to sooth the small headache. EV opened up one of its panels, outstretching one of its tools. A blue hue started to illuminate, broadcasting one of the voice files that your droid commonly used for decoding or recording private messages.
The conversation had started off quiet. You were almost incapable of interpreting the words correctly, which you guessed that during the time of the recording, your droid was far off in distance from whoever the recipients were.
“You plan on giving the beskar pendent to them?” Your head slightly perked up, relishing at the familiar voice you could pinpoint out of all the clones.
“Yes...may not be much, but it’s all I can offer” there was a faint cling. On instinct, you brought your hand up to the pendent that rested against your chest.
You shut your eyes, squeezing them before burying your face into your hands. Curling into yourself more, you adjusted your hood over your head, and laid down on your un-injured side. A small piece of cloth was the only thing separating you from the dirt and blotched grass.
“I’m sure it will be enough for them. Besides, what that pendent is made out of is worth more then our own lives.” your eyes stayed glued to the fire as you continued to listen to the voice memo.
“I’m just worried that the gift won’t...benefit the both of us” Wolffe sighed to himself, feeling frustrated and conflicted from however he was feeling.
“It takes time Wolffe, you just need to have more patience’s, be more understanding of people instead of getting irritated and irrational over the simplest things” Comet studied Wolffes face, watching as his features softened before his brows creased together.
“Still, what can you do? A clone and a soon to be jedi knight going against the republics law and having secret retaliations together? We could both get in trouble, even worse, we can both get exiled which is the last thing I want to do” Wolffe stared down at the ground, compressing his human emotions. Comet shook his head and glanced to the side before looking back at Wolffe.
“I’d recommend you give it to them, even if you’re heavily influenced by wanting to be the best commander you can be. Then again, most rules are meant to be broken to help you improve and grow as a person” it was silent for a moment before Comet continued on “Plus their droid may just as well confess for you” Wolffe looked at Comet, then turned his head, witnessing as your droid retreated back to the hanger.
The audio files soon stopped playing, everything fell silent, just the sounds of the wind and the fire crackling. You blinked away your tears and looked at EV who beeped sadly.
“So that’s why you were late and Wolffe complained about you?” you said softly, gracing a sad smile on your lips before the corner of your lips turned down once more.
The real meaning behind the gift felt like a punch in the gut. It hurt. Terribly. It was worth more than simple admiration or representation of a ‘thank you’. There was much more behind the necklace then what was explained.
But what hurt more was the horrendous heartbreak and betrayal. The only people that you ever trusted and loved were gone. Plo, the only man you’d ever cherished and looked up to was wiped out of existence. The men you worked alongside with that you cared for wanted you dead. And Wolffe, Wolffe was a much more sensitive topic.
You were alone. You were alone and you’ve never felt more useless your whole entire life.
“I just wish we had more time” you murmured quietly to yourself, feeling as your eyes watered in mockery. You shut your eyes and a warm tear slid over the side of your nose and fell. Your tired and sore body ached for rest. Distant thunder rumbled, the noises seamlessly getting closer every minute.
The muffled noise lulled you into slumber as you snuggled into your robes even more.
The least you could do for yourself is rest one last time.
A/N: i wanted to create an experience with a genuine order 66 approach. since not much of the planets city was described, i had to do a bit of tweaking and research during the time to get it as accurate as possible. as you can tell i tried my best to write some action and i hope it fulfilled the standards. overall i hope it made up for my absences and broke your heart.
with love,
- 𝔈 🤍
fuck it here we go
i have the strong urge to just off y/n in this story tbh.
THIS is the fuckhead everyone’s hype about !??!???????? fucking soup ?????? soup fuck ???????
not me crying over the flowers i’ve been trying to grow thinking they weren’t gonna sprout, but they finally did...
also! i’ve been going back-and-forth with unfinished writings which has been preventing me from finishing anything, but i do have one particular fic in the works. until then, be safe out there, and remember to take care of yourself.
- E
