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Gun Kink | Leon x GN!Reader (smut) [Kinktober 2024]
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First time | Logan x GN!Reader (smut) [Kinktober 2024]
Chat I have fallen for the valorant hole I cannot get out someone get me a real life Clove so I can be an active member of society again (u love Clove so much I want their hand in marriage)
reader crushes on vik and is meant to be an artist
Viktor is working on Blitzcrank bcs that's his son
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Might make a part 2 of this with jayvik x reader because Jayce is a silly guy and would accidentally walk in on reader and Viktor being lovey dovey and be like "me too pls"
Nothing really kept you from just going to bed. It was late - much later than you were used to staying up, anyway - and you had finished your studying for the day. Usually, you’d put on your fluffy pajamas right about now and pass out in your comfy bed, dreaming of future goals and some stupid things that’d sneak their way into your slumber. However, today was not a usual day, in the sense of you having one last thing to do: annoy Viktor. Well, at least that’s what you would probably end up doing, even though that absolutely was not your goal. You wanted the complete opposite, actually.
You had gotten to know the scientist a few weeks back after both of you had visited a seminar - well, you had been forced by a friend because they hadn’t wanted to go alone, while Viktor had been there on his own accord. It had been a little silly really, you had kept whispering questions to your friend so you could understand whatever the professor was yapping on about and Viktor had gotten visibly annoyed. He had passed you a note after a while, telling you to be quiet or leave. You had wanted to sink into your seat and perish, sending the note back with a long message about how sorry you were. Apparently, that had caught his attention, because he approached you after the seminar, asking about your reason to come if you couldn’t understand the simple basics of it. For a moment you had thought he was making fun of you, but when he asked if you had at least found it interesting, you realised that was just the way he was.
Somehow, a friendship had formed from that small conversation. Funnily enough, you kept running into Viktor in the halls, striking small conversations with him every now and then, before going about your day. You had started wondering about him at some point, always something along the lines of what he actually did at the academy. He certainly didn’t act like any of the other students, and you had never seen him at another seminar since then. The only facts you knew was that his name was Viktor, that he needed a cane and that he could absolutely destroy anyone with words alone - you had noticed when someone made fun of him for talking to you.
It’d be an understatement to say that you simply liked Viktor. He was nice to you, different from the other students, like he was actually being serious and not just putting up an appearance. You quite liked his accent too, it somehow lulled you to be calm whenever he spoke - even when he was a little annoyed at you (which happened surprisingly often nowadays, though you knew it was all good on Viktors part). You couldn’t even get started on his appearance, he just looked too ethereal to even be real.
In short, you were absolutely whipped for Viktor.
Who could really blame you, with all those reasons to love him? And in your defence, Viktor seemed to quite like your company as well. He had invited you to the lab, after all - which is why you were in this situation in the first place. You could’ve denied the offer, but the thought of meeting Viktor in his lab late at night, all alone, made your brain go haywire and your heart immediately said yes without a second thought. In the end though, you stood right here, in front of his lab, too nervous to go in. What if you said something stupid? What if he secretly hated you and only asked you to come because he wanted to ridicule you?
You were definitely lost deep in thought for a while, hand raised to knock at the tall doors to the lab, until someone emerged from them, running right into you. “Oh! I'm so sorry, are you alright?” The man asked after having taken a step back. You had seen him before, in the academy, though the two of you had never spoken to each other. You knew his name from your friend - they apparently had had some classes together a few times. “I'm fine. I should be the one who's sorry..” you chuckled awkwardly as you averted your gaze. “I was in your way, sorry.” You then add, smiling up at the other apologetically. “Oh, don't worry about it. I'm Jayce, Jayce Talis. Don't think I've seen you around before?” He chuckles, extending his hand towards you. You shake it, telling him your name in return. “I've just… Well, Viktor invited me, actually..” You speak, unsure if Viktor wanted to let Jayce know that. Maybe this was supposed to be secret? Maybe he'd be ashamed of meeting with you? You quickly shake the thought from your head as Jayce grins down at you. “Well, I'll leave you two to it, then. Have a Good night!” There's something in his eyes that makes you question if you should actually stay, but he holds the lab door open for you, so you just slip past him quickly.
The inside of the lab was surprisingly dark, only a few lights flickering here and there. One prominent one shone onto Viktor, who was evidently engaged in his work. You stepped over silently, not wanting to disturb him, looking over his shoulder to watch. You understood little of his notes and the small device he was tinkering with, but you liked to see the way his fingers carefully worked, cradling the device with such care that you wished you were in its place instead. “Are you going to say hello or just stand there?” Viktor suddenly hums, and you almost yelp at being caught off guard. “I… I hadn't thought that you noticed me.” You mumble, once again feeling awkward. “I heard your conversation with Jayce.” The other responds, glancing over at you for a moment. “There's chairs over there, if you'd like to sit.” the brown haired then added, quickly pointing towards a small stack of chairs before continuing his work. You trot over there, feeling out of place as you pick one up and carry it beside Viktor. Not too close - as much as you wanted that, you'd probably die of embarrassment. Or worse, Viktor would tell you to back off. You sat down silently, hands in your lap because you didn't know where else to put them. “.. What're you working on?” You question, hoping it wouldn't pull Viktor out of the clear state of focus he was in. “Just some small thing… It'll be part of a bigger project.” He answers. “It's.. a personal project so I don't work on it when Jayce is in the lab.” He adds, looking over at you for a moment.
Your heart jumps a little - he's working on a personal project that he doesn't even show Jayce while you're there. You tell yourself to get your shit together immediately, though. Viktor probably just thinks that you won't snitch on him. “It's actually why I asked you to come here… I'm not good with.. aesthetics, as you'd say, so I was wondering if you could.. make this look more friendly.” He mutters, pushing his notebook towards you. A simple sketch of what seemed to be a robot was lazily thrown onto the page, all kinds of little bits of information written around it. “Blitzcrank..?” You read, looking up at Viktor in question. “The name is uh.. work in progress.” He answers, actually seeming kind of bashful about it. “It's cute. I like it.” You hum, looking closer at the sketch. “Make them look more friendly, huh?” You sigh before looking for a pencil, mumbling a soft thanks when Viktor hands you one. “They're supposed to be for Zaun. Help out and such.” Viktor explains. “I do not want kids to be scared of them.” You find it kind of endearing, really. You’ve known that Viktor is from Zaun himself, it's never made a difference to you, but that he actually wants to help his people in his own way was… cute. “Well, I don't know much about functionality, but going off of your sketch..” you hum, grabbing a piece of blank paper (you prayed that there wasn't any useful stuff on the other side) and made your own little sketch, tweaking Viktors design here and there. “I think this could work. Give them some light colours and they should be fine. Like yellow or something.” You speak, sliding your sketch back over to Viktor alongside his notebook. The other nods, taking a look at your design. “.. yes, this should be fine.” He smiles softly, quickly noting ‘Blitzcrank Design 2’ over your sketch, alongside your name. “You like it?” You ask, feeling a little insecure.
You've never been really proud of any of your work - art has always been more of a silly hobby than something you could be great in.
Viktor hums, nodding slightly as he stashes the paper among the rest of his notes. “I do. Besides, your art is above my potential, I could have never done something like this.” He answers, running a hand through his already messy hair. You get the sudden urge to fix it up, already raising your hand before catching yourself again. You shouldn’t act on a whim with Viktor, he was always so calm and collected, surely he would appreciate it if you were as well. “Is there something on my face?” Viktor sighs, glancing over at you with the softest hint of a grin. “Ah- No. Sorry.” You laugh awkwardly as you quickly rest your hand back in your lap. “I just.. your.. Well, your hair is messy.” You add, pointing at the soft strands - at least you thought they’d be soft, his hair always looked like he took particular care of it. “Fix it up, then. That’s what you wanted, yes?” Viktor chuckles, leaning his head towards you slightly. His words alone make you freeze up, completely caught in shock. It takes you a moment or two before you slowly raise your hand again, carefully carding your fingers through the scientist's hair - it was soft, you noted while fixing up each and every strand. You took your time, wanting to cherish the simple moment while it lasted. God knows Viktor probably would never offer physical closeness like this again. For a while you even considered just not pulling away, especially when Viktor sighed as you softly dragged your fingers over his scalp. Viktor actually leans into your touch, humming softly as you gently massage him, your face flushes at the intimacy of the moment. You have to awkwardly clear your throat so you can get yourself together and pull away, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think that Viktors cheeks had gotten a bit of colour as well. You brush it off, figuring that it was just the lighting.
The rest of the evening goes by easily, a little small talk as you watch Viktor work, plus he tells you more about his ‘Blitzcrank’ project. It’s nice, really, getting to spend time with him so easily. You liked it, the atmosphere of the lab was surprisingly calming, even though small beeps and cracks from other experiments still startled you from time to time. Viktor didn’t seem to notice, too focused on whatever he was doing - honestly, his focused face was kind of cute… You had to keep yourself from staring multiple times, which definitely made you glad that Viktor was in his own little zone.
Still, the night had to come to an end - at least for you. Viktor said he’d stay up a little longer, wishing you a good night as you left the lab, a giddy feeling in your stomach as you did. You hoped Viktor had liked it as much as you did, nothing would make you feel worse than if you had completely annoyed him the whole time.
Luckily, your hopes came real when Viktor asked you to join him in the lab once again a few days later. Jayce would be there, but you seriously didn't care. Nothing mattered when you could spend more of your time with the most interesting person on the planet - you were seriously gone, you actually found yourself daydreaming about Viktor during your classes. It had become awful, you had actually been caught by your Professors multiple times and had been ridiculed for not being mentally present. It was hard to care, though, when the small Viktor in your mind was holding onto your hand and telling you how he'd like to spend the evening with you.
You found yourself making your way to Viktor's lab once more, a little jump in your step as you hum a soft tune. Nothing could stop you from being absolutely delighted at the premise of getting to watch Viktor work once again. His skilled fingers carefully tending to small devices, his eyes completely focused… Oh you absolutely would go to hell for your thoughts. This time, you didn't wait before slowly pushing the door open, though you did stop in your tracks when Jayce, once again, stood directly in front of you. “Ah! There you are. I thought you'd be too scared to get inside again.” The man grins, though the tease is half hearted. You stumble around your words awkwardly for a second, before Viktors huff saves you. “Leave it, Jayce, we both know you're a lost puppy whenever you get to a new place.” Your saviour hums, and you can't help but chuckle slightly, cheeks already the softest hint of red as you ignore Jayce - who actually pouts as you don't answer his next question - and step towards Viktor. “Hi.” You grin, looking down at what the other was scribbling down. “Hello.” Viktor answers, giving you a small smile. You sit down beside him again - surprisingly, your chair from last time is still there. You wonder if it's just by chance or if Viktor actually left it there for you. “Lovebirds.” Jayce chuckles, earning a soft glare from Viktor. For a second it looks like he's also contemplating throwing a pencil after the other, he decides against it, though. “You are just mad that you cannot land a date, Jayce.” He scowls instead, and it genuinely makes your heart burst. Was this a date? Is this what is Viktors definition of a date is? Was the last meeting a date? Your brain rushed with thoughts and feelings at Viktors simple words, and the lab filled with silence. You noticed that none of the sounds you had perceived the first time were there now - those experiments were probably finished. “...you two don't have to keep back for my sake-” Jayce suddenly says, which now actually earns him a lazily thrown pencil. “Jayce, how about you take a little walk?” Viktor grumbles, his accent a little heavier than usually. “You're no fun.” Jayce sighs, but he actually gathers his stuff and leaves the lab. “... is this a date?” You can't help but ask as soon as the door falls closed. Viktor freezes for a moment, setting his work aside to properly look at you. “I… Well… Yes. I figured you knew that?” He admitted, he actually looked bashful about it. “Was that… not clear?” He then asked, running a hand through his hair. “Viktor, you asked me to spend time with you in your lab.” You answered matter of factly. “Yes, I indeed did that.” “Do you not see the issue?” Viktor thinks for a moment at your question. “Should I have asked you to go out with me? I never quite allow anyone in here - well, Jayce has a mind of his own with visitors…” He mutters. You chuckle slightly at the look on his face - for someone so smart he wasn't being much of a genius right now. “Well, anything would've been better if you had wanted to bring across that this was a date.” You sigh, rubbing your temple slightly as your cheeks flush a heavy red. “I mean, I didn't… I didn't know you thought of it this way…” You add, looking up at Viktor nervously. “... I thought you would know. I had been quite open about my interest in you-” He starts, clearing his throat slightly. “... have I not been?” You shake your head softly. “Not open enough that I noticed. But, for the record, I.. really like that this is a date. And I like that the last one was a date.” You admit, sheepishly resting your hand on his. You almost burst into a fit of nervous laughter when he intertwined his fingers with yours. “Then, am I right to assume that you would like to.. spend more time in the lab with me?” He questions, a small smile on his lips as he looks at you. “Gladly.” You respond, smiling back at him happily.
Idk if this is stupid but it's a sill thought I've had
Would anyone ever like
Buy personalised stories?
Like 5€ for a 2.5k words or so, where I specifically write that persons appearance and name and all?
I've been struggling financially and cannot afford to get myself nice things AT ALL so I'm searching for a way to make a little extra money ngl
I don't know if it'd even work but I might think about it? Lmk what you guys think pls because I dunno if it'd sell (but I'm only good at writing and literally cannot do anything else ngl)
After further thought, I made a commission page on my Ko-Fi.
3 slots are available for now, 2.5k words cost 6€, because I wanted to limit it for now (though depending on how far this reaches I will probably take the limit away again).
These stories are NOT limited to the fandoms I'm in, you include the character you want into the request and if I do not know them I will do my research to portray them. Please do think about ordering, it would help me out GREATLY and would probably kickstart me from the current writing block I am in (especially because he requests are detailed enough for me to have proper writing freedom while still knowing it's what the customer wants).
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Thanks for giving this a read, and again, I would really appreciate support or even an order <3
Idk if this is stupid but it's a sill thought I've had
Would anyone ever like
Buy personalised stories?
Like 5€ for a 2.5k words or so, where I specifically write that persons appearance and name and all?
I've been struggling financially and cannot afford to get myself nice things AT ALL so I'm searching for a way to make a little extra money ngl
I don't know if it'd even work but I might think about it? Lmk what you guys think pls because I dunno if it'd sell (but I'm only good at writing and literally cannot do anything else ngl)
Could you write “How would Viktor does when reader has depression”.
Of course! Thanks for the ask pookie :)
These r a little short because I am still ill (and my head is literally killing me as I type this) but Viktor is more important than getting well!! (Also bawling my eyes out after act 3, even though I'd still love Viktor nonetheless, machine or not, he's getting it)
WARNINGS/ CONTENT INFO: Mentions of Depression (obviously), GN!Reader, sweet Fluff, Viktor has no clue what he's doing in all honesty, he tries (and succeeds) to be sweet
2 Stories - One more casual/not yet dating and the other is established relationship
You've been off lately, Viktor had noticed. Isolating yourself bit by bit, looking more tired and overall acting just weird. You've had your phases before, but this one was too long. It wasn't like you at all. You've barely even spoken to him or Jayce, when usually you'd yap both their ears off about whatever topic you had learned about the previous night. Now, the lab was silent. Jayce was away on some Council party, and god knows Viktor would never start a conversation on his own while working. Though, he couldn't focus tonight. He mindlessly tinkered with small parts that laid around his desk, his thoughts clouded with the question of what was bothering you. Whatever it was, it bothered him as well. He'd never say, but he missed the cheery and chipper way you'd usually be.
"Are you... alright?" He questions after a while, clearing his throat slightly. This was already too awkward for him, but he did care. Totally just because the atmosphere of the lab would suffer if you weren't your usual self. He noticed the way you shifted uncomfortably as he glanced over to where you were sitting, like you were pondering how to answer. He wondered why you'd need so long to think of an answer, as if you couldn't tell him the truth. "I'm fine. Just a little tired, I just haven't been sleeping well." You answer, a soft, akward chuckle slipping from your lips. Viktor doesn't like that answer. You're different from how you are when you're just tired - not that he actually paid attention to that, but you weren't on your fifth cup of coffee yet. Actually, you hadn't had coffee at all today, another unusual happening. He sighs softly, and you immediatly know that he's gotten into questioning mode - he was a scientist after all. He really couldn't help it. "You can talk to me, you know? We don't have to be lab partners and nothing else, we can be friends." He speaks, his voice softer than before. "What's bothering you, hm?" Viktor adds, turning his chair around to look at you properly. It's your turn to sigh, letting your head hang slightly. "I've just been... feeling off. Like, actually tired but in a mental way? I don't know how to explain." You mutter, awkwardly averting your gaze from him. "We should take a day off, then. Do whatever you want instead of working." Viktor answers casually. "I don't want to miss important stuff in the lab Viktor, I can't take a day off." You throw back at him. He huffs, a slight chuckle filling the room. "Not you. Us. Maybe all three, if Jayce is willing." He clarifies, already noting it down in his notebook to make sure that day off actually happens.
Viktor noticed the moment he woke up next to you. You'd fallen into another slump. He could tell just by the way you didn't just not want to get up - it was a physical challenge for you. He's seen you like this before, though usually it didn't last too long, at least not that he's noticed, maybe only a day or two at most. But by now, it's been almost a week, and you haven't spoken to him about it. You've been more abrasive, have started caring less about your personal hygiene, and while Viktor doesn't mind, he always hated when you didn't take proper care of yourself. He wanted you to feel good, not fall into a depressive hole. He offered to take a shower or bath with you, to make a game out of brushing your teeth, but you had shut everything down. It wasn't because you didn't think the ideas were sweet, but more because you didn't think you even deserved that much effort. Viktor had to helplessly watch you get worse, and he couldn't even do anything to properly help. It was absolute hell to him.
He'd had enough, wanted to be mad at you, even, but he couldn't blame you for it. He could, however, force you to stay cuddled up in bed with him. You liked staying in bed anyway, and cuddling with him was always one of your favourites. So, here you two were, snuggled into the covers of Viktors way too confortable bed. "You know that I love you, right?" Viktor mumbled, his accent more heavy with sleep. He didn't say it enough, at least that's what he thought. "I do know..." you answered, just as sleepily. "I know you can't control this.. but let me help you, please? I know it's hard, trust me I do, but I hate having to watch from the sidelines as you get worse..." He sighs, pressing a kiss against your forehead. "Let me just be there for you, yeah, my dear?" Viktor adds, pulling away slightly to look at you. "Alright.. I'll... I'll try, I promise." You answer, scooting back towards him so you could press your face into the crook of his neck, basking in his warmth for a little longer.
Chat as much as I wanna write smth (I have a great ask in my inbox that I keep thinking about) I have sadly fallen ill and I fear I shan't live through the winter (I'm being dramatic I just have a cold or smth) so I shall be in bed, withering away (sleeping for 20 hours) instead of writing in my notebooks of knowledge (fanfiction about Viktor from arcane)
More Viktor Drabbels! (He's all I think about someone PLEASE give me ideas for proper stories) I am losing my MIND I can't do this anymoreeeee
He doesn't get the whole 'cats or dogs' debate because he'd be happy getting either one (I can def see him have a dog, though, probably a sort of service dog that helps him be reminded of breaks and such, if he had a cat he'd have it on his lap at all times when working)
He probably doesn't have a favourite colour either. When asked, he just says that he likes colours portrayed in nature, specifically close to water.
Viktor is the type of guy to have a strict rule of no pet names in the lab because he gets too distracted whenever you call him sweetheart or love - he's just not used to it so his mind immediately spirals
Same goes for pda, I don't think he'd like public affection anyway, since he keeps to himself mostly, but he also has a strong rule against it in the lab because he will absolutely melt into a puddle if you do as little as brush your hand over his shoulder lovingly. He is the definition of touch starved.
Speaking of touch starved, no one can convince me that he wouldn't love cuddling. He isn't big on affectionate words, but he definitely shows his love through cuddles or little trinkets he finds or makes for you. He probably finds a random part in the lab and just thinks "oh yeah they'll love this" and brings it to you like a crow
Honestly, he's a little autistic (mecore), so I can definitely see him express love through rants as well. Just him going on for hours about his latest project/invention/discovery, and he will get cranky if you don't listen. It doesn't even matter if you listen attentively. Just do something while he rants, and he'll be happy (let my boy yap)
100% the kinda guy to not get jokes. His humour is so dry that he doesn't get actual jokes, honestly. Especially if they're the type of "would you still love me if I was a worm" kinda joking. He'd fo at it scientifically and give actual standpoints on the question and then you don't have the heart to tell him you were joking.
Will forget to eat, so it's definitely beneficial if you know how to make food (plus points if you learn specifically for him, he'd appreciate it to the moon and back) - also you will have to defend that food from Jayce, who will 100% try to swoop in and steal some.
(Modern AU) Has a whole ass PC set up. I'm talking 3/4 screens and the best working shit you've ever seen. He uses all screens too (which is crazy to me, I have two screens and barely use both at the same time)
(More a headcanon) personally would say he's somewhat asexual and more attracted to men, though he doesn't really care, he barely believes that anyone would like him out of all people anyway
I personally don't think Viktor would really want children, at least if going by Arcane, he's way too busy and a silly ankle biter would make it more annoying to be in the lab all day, especially since Viktor would 100% want to be a father that is actually there for his child.
However, if we either go by him not spending so much time in the lab (either because he doesn't need to do as much anymore or because he is trying to cut down his hours specifically for his child) he'd def be a sweet dad. He's the type of guy to have way too many books on parenting and kids because he wants to do super well raising his own little goblins. He'd def make mistakes, but he tries his best.
He probably also says that he doesn't like kids and then gets way too invested in whatever make-believe game his kid wants to play (they're an exception. They're smarter than other kids. They get it from him.)
In short, Viktor would be the dad that tries to be the absolute best - and everyone knows that he's trying - but he'd make so many mistakes because he only follows the science of raising children instead of going by the way his own child is (he'll get it at some point, but it'll take a while)
Viktor Drabbles because I am literally just a girl (I am very much a guy.)
Just Viktor in season 1 being up too late and coming back to bed in the middle of the night, just snuggling up to you all cozy - he definitely gets more sleep because of you but his sleep schedule still sucks ass
His hair growing longer and he lets you play with it at all times because it calms him (gnawing at the bars of my enclosure)
His accent def gets heavier when sleepy, especially in the mornings!!
Having days where he struggles more with his disability so you make sure he's alright and get him coffee, or tea, or snacks just so he doesn't have to get up himself
(Specifically T4T, while I don't HC Viktor as trans, this is so sweet) Both of you have days that are worse with dysphoria and taking turns just encouraging the other, making sure the other feels valid (love goes out to all my trans siblings)
(Specifically Jayvik x reader) Jayce and viktor fighting while you're in the lab and you awkwardly stand right between the two because lord KNOWS the other will start being all huffy and annoyed if you take one SINGULAR step closer to the other one.
Just his hands. He def knows you like them (God knows I'd be holding his hand 24/7 if I had the chance) and makes fun of you a little (but he def thinks it's so sweet and adorable)
If you're taller than him, he has no issue using you as his personal cane. He actually prefers you over his cane because he has an excuse to hang onto his partner. If you're shorter than him, he still uses you as a cane, but just by resting his arm on your shoulder or head to tease you.
If you're like dressing up, he makes his best effort to give detailed compliments on your outfits (or makeup if you wear that) - definitely remembers all the little bits of fashion advice you drop (he has it written down in a little notebook)
If you like sport, even though he doesn't get it, he'll learn the rules of your favourite one just to watch it with you and get annoyed about the rules.
Type of guy to say that he isn't mad just disappointed after you hang out with Jayce fir more than 5 mins (it's playful but extremely funny thought to me)
My boy is insecure, not about himself but about what people might think of you because you're dating him, especially if you're from Piltover (in all honesty, he's only insecure about that sometimes, I mean he literally tried to excuse his break in by saying he was sneaking JAYCE into his bedroom.)
If you dislike someone, he 100% joins in on the gossip. He hears more than one might think, has the juiciest stuff on your enemies.
He gets that cute little twinkle in his eyes whenever he makes a breakthrough (if you're in the lab while he makes one he def demands a kiss for doing so well)
Sorry that I didn't post kinktober week 3, school is kicking my ass because it started again this week and I've got two exams coming up that are super stressful for me (one is for a subject that I didn't plan on having to actually pass with good grades and the other is math. I suck at math.) So I sadly won't post a week 3, but I'll post a last one for week 4! I planned for it to be week 3 but I didn't end up finishing it on time :(
Hello hi its a little late but here's week 2 of kinktober
This one is slightly self indulgent because I love hot men with guns :)
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WARNINGS/ CONTENT INFO: NSFW, guns, slight degrading, Leon's not actually into Guns just the reader, GN!Reader
Sometimes, Leon hated his job. Actually, most times. He really hated it. Not only because of the everyday potential to literally die, but because the missions kept him away from home for so long. He used to be okay with that, it didn't matter to him, he used to not have anything that kept him at home - unless one counted his comfy bed. By now, he had you. The two of you had met a year or two after he started working for the DSO, and at first Leon really didn't want to get close to you. You were so sweet to him, so pure, he knew he would ruin you if he got too close. You on the other hand couldn't help but get closer. In your defence, Leon looked like a sad puppy whenever you saw him, and you just felt the need to help him out. Very much ‘I can fix him’ fashion. You had snaked your way into his heart, slowly but surely invaded his mind, until he just had to ask you out. Now you two were going on two years, had moved in with each other and even adopted a puppy. Every time he went on a mission, all he could think about was wanting to get back to you safe and in one piece, every time he got hurt he prayed to God it wouldn't leave an ugly scar - even though the ones he did have were cherished by you. You said they reminded you of the fact that he did come back, and that he would continue to do so.
Today, luckily, he only had to go into the office for some paperwork. Didn't mean he didn't at least dislike it, though. He wanted to spend his time cuddled up with you, pressing his lips against every piece of skin he could reach. The thought alone made him sigh. It was already so late, he bet you were cuddled up on the couch with your dog, watching whatever was on TV while waiting for him to come back. At least his salary allowed you an easy life. His day honestly kept dragging on, at least until his phone buzzed with a notification from you.
‘I got us something so we can try smth new :)’ it read, and Leon was quite puzzled. ‘What do you mean?’ He texts back, only to be left on read by you. Jesus, you and your weird ideas. Still, he can't help but work a little faster, uncaring if he suddenly works sloppy.
It's not that late as he steps back into your shared apartment, sighing heavily as he rids himself of his jacket, hanging it to the other ones before throwing off his shoes. He calls out for you, your puppy already tapping over to him to receive some cuddles. He picks up the small canine, making his way through the apartment to find you. At last, he arrives in the bedroom, seeing you sit at the edge of the bed, a literal gun in your hands.
“Whoa, easy there darling, what's that for?” Leon says, his voice laced with shock. He was always under the presumption that you were the last person to need a gun, especially since you had him for protection. “Don't be like that, it's a fake.” You huff, a grin on your lips as you look over at him, eyes practically sparkling. “Cool, isn't it?” You add, holding it out to him. Leon lets the small puppy down, stepping towards you so he could take the gun. He examines it for a moment, and now that he can see it up close, with his trained eyes, it's clear it's fake. He shakes his head slightly. “Still didn't answer what's it for.” He grumbles. “Us, duh. I figured it'd be… I dunno, intriguing.” You answer, one of your hands coming up to tug Leon closer by a belt loop. “...In the bedroom?” Leon clarifies, raising a brow once you nod. “Jesus you're crazy. You don't actually want me to point a gun at you? Or the other way around?” He scowls, clearly not into the idea. “No, no not like that.” You sigh. “More like… the thrill of a gun being involved. Plus you kinda… well you look hot handling them.” your voice is barely above a soft whisper at that point. It's embarrassing how attractive you think he is, even when just barely holding a prop gun. A little pathetic, to be honest.
“So… more like this?” Leon questions, using the barrel to tilt your chin up slightly. Your cheeks flush at the coldness of the metal, and the action alone makes your knees go weak. You're glad you're sitting down, but Leon notices nonetheless. After so long, he can basically read every single of your slightest movements. “You're actually into this.” He states with slight disbelief, trailing the gun down your throat. Your breath catches as you keep your gaze firmly on him. “Jesus…” Leon mutters, stepping to stand in front of you properly. He really isn't sure what to think of this, he's happy to give you your pleasure, but he still doesn't like the whole thing of desensitising you to him holding a literal weapon, no matter if this one is fake. Nonetheless, the look you give him is enough for him to continue. You want this, badly at that, and who is he to not give it to you?
Moments later Leon's got you laid over the bed, puppy thrown out and door locked for double measure. He's already rid you of your clothing, tracing the cold metal of the gun down your chest and abdomen. He's lazy with it, sometimes tracing lines, sometimes slight patterns, though with no particular motive other than watching you squirm. You don't want to beg just yet, you already feel pathetic enough like this, you don't need to give him the extra achievement of making you beg within minutes. So, Leon just does whatever, never getting close to where you so desperately want him to be. He lets the muzzle grace your thighs once, you whine at the sensation before he chuckles into your ear, retreating the gun back to your chest. “Lee…” you mutter with a soft pout, giving in. “please… just fuck me, yeah..? I've been good…” you hum, turning your head to press soft kisses against his jawline. “Just waited for you to ask, love.” Leon responds, ever so slowly tracing the gun down your body in a straight line. “You're so mean sometimes..” you grumble as he casually angles one of your legs to have better access.
You almost yelp as the metal glides against your entrance, teasing ever so slightly. “Leon..!” You huff, trying to shoot your boyfriend a glare, though your brain quickly focuses back on the feeling of the gun as Leon pushes it inside softly. “Taking it so well, aren't you?” He grins, pressing a kiss against your cheek as he slowly pushes it in fully, until the trigger guard also presses against your skin. You whine slightly, the metal quickly heating up from being inside you, still, the coldness from the start lingers in your mind. Leon rocks the gun into you for a while, watching your reactions in amusement. Usually, he'd enjoy watching you come undone on his dick, but honestly, this wasn't half bad either. You're awfully turned on by this whole situation, and Leon can't help but feel a little bit hungry about it. If he had known you get this turned on by guns, of all things, he would have brought some if his home to clean sometimes. “Such a slut, aren't you?” He teases, nipping at the skin of your neck slightly. You clench around the gun, your orgasm approaching faster than you'd like to admit. Leon reads all your little signs, trailing his free hand over your side in a featherlight touch, before gripping your hip, tugging you against him a bit more, pushing the gun a little more harshly, letting it rest inside for a moment. Meanwhile, his other hand trails to your core, working on it swiftly, with practiced movement that makes you see stars. You seriously can't help but cum, all of this was just too much for you in the best way possible. Leon huffs, pulling the gun out of you. “Made such a mess, baby.” He mumbles, placing kisses against your neck. “Don't think we need this thing for the next round, though.” He grins, casually throwing the gun on the ground before letting you catch your breath for round two.
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You were a simple person, really. You didn’t need much, as long as you got what you wanted - and what you wanted was almost always simple as well. Just like right now, you really just wanted Logan. You were a little desperate at this point, specifically because he'd looked so handsome all day, he even had the audacity to tell you sweet nothings in the morning before getting out of bed, almost as if he just knew what he was doing to you - honestly, chances were good that he did.
The two of you had been dating for a while now, about three months, and you were surprised that Logan hadn’t jumped you yet - genuinely, because he sometimes looked like he just might. Not that you would mind, really, you wondered why he was taking his time like this. You knew he wanted you, and you were pretty sure he knew that you wanted him, it was making you a little frustrated that he’d torture you like this. However, you were nothing but short of ways to try and get him into bed with you. Especially since he already slept over at your room all the time anyway. So, you simply decided that tonight would be the night.
Once you two were all snuggled up in bed, Logans arms wrapped around you all tight and warm as you practically used him as your personal heater, you got to work. Small kisses on his jaw while casually running your hands over his arms were all that was needed to make Logan realise what you were doing. “You good, bub?” He hums, his voice just a bit deeper than it usually was. He even lowered his hands to rest on your hips - the touch alone made you shiver.
You let out a small hum, trailing kisses down his neck slowly as your hands made their way under his tanktop. “Never been better,” you mumble softly. “In fact, this is the best I’ve ever felt.” You continue with a grin, looking up at him all sweet. Logan huffs and rolls his eyes as he speaks. “You’re a little tease, you know that?” He grumbles, sighing as he feels your hands caress his skin. You take your sweet time exploring, slowly but surely pushing his tanktop up to reveal more and more of his upper body. It was delicious to you, really. You’ve seen him shirtless before, of course you have, but it’s different this time. You get to touch him now, get to feel over his abs, and you’d be lying if you said that it didn’t make your mouth water a bit. “It’s so mean that you didn’t allow me all this…” You mutter, lazily tugging Logans tanktop off him. He allows it, chuckling at your words. “Yeah? Got you all needy, did I love?” He grins, leaning in to press a kiss against your lips. You happily kiss back, letting him guide you.
You’ve always liked the way Logan kisses you, he always starts so casual and sweet before he starts actually getting into it. He softly nips at your bottom lip, letting his tongue slip inside your mouth so he can taste you. You relish in the feeling, especially once his hands start to unbutton your top - you were suddenly glad you had worn your button up pyjamas, because this way you didn’t have to break the kiss in order to undress. Logans lips also muffle the soft moan that slips from your lips once he gets to take his own turn trailing his hands over your body. He can’t help but grin as he figures out all your favourite spots with soft lines and brushes of his fingers, making you squirm a little as you feel yourself get more and more desperate to have him. You can feel that Logan has the same reaction. He groans as you eagerly grind against him, his hands moving to grab your hips to keep you in place. “Careful, bub. I wanna take my time with you..” Logan mutters, his voice a low growl. He pushes you down into the mattress, hovering above you with a wicked grin. “Wouldn't wanna rush this, hm?” He adds, tilting your head slightly so he could press kisses against your neck. You almost claw at his arms once he slots himself in between your legs. He pressed against you so nicely, every slight movement made you wish the barrier of clothing was gone. “Lo…” You whine just as he reaches your collarbone with his kisses. He nips at your skin lightly before looking up at you, humming slightly so you'd continue talking. “Pretty please just hurry up a teeny tiny bit?” You ask, hands trailing over his arms - specifically his veins, God he looked so ethereal like this. Logan can't help but grin and he leans up to press a kiss against your lips. “You want me to hurry up baby? Want me to just have you, hm?” He teases, nudging his nose against yours softly. You can only nod, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. The way Logan looks at you already makes your knees go wobbly, so your reaction at his fingers ghosting over the hem of your pyjama pants totally isn't more desperate than it needs to be. It's just the most embarrassing sound that could ever slip from your lips, but Logan liked it, judging from the look on his face. “Such a cute thing, aren't you?” He chuckles lowly as he tugs your pants down agonisingly slow. “You're mean..” You grumble back, trying to shimmy out your pants a little faster. Logan only huffs, holding you down slightly. “Be good.” He scolds, patting your thigh slightly. You pout, definitely not agreeing with his mindset of taking it slow. You've already gotten so far, why can't he just be a bit faster?
You would be more upset at this if Logan didn't start pressing kisses to your thighs, casually slipping your pants off the rest of the way. You could tell he was slightly torturing himself as well, the fabric of his own pyjamas straining harshly at this point. “Baby please..” you whine needily, your hands finding their way into his hair. You tug at it slightly, earning a groan from him. He presses his face against your thigh for a moment, his breath hot against your skin before he finally relents. Logan barely wastes any time now as he messily takes off his own pants - for a moment you fear he will rip them - but luckily for the pants, he doesn't. Moments later he leans up to press a desperate kiss against your lips, sighing as he grinds against you slightly. You whine at the feeling, your hands finding their way onto his back and neck, holding him close to you as he tries to rid both of you of your underwear. Logan surprisingly isn't harsh with his movements - you almost think he's taking it easy for the first time you're sleeping with each other - but he still does good work of getting the underwear off.
You soon feel his fingers brush against your entrance, you whine at the sensation, gathering up some slick to be able to slowly push them inside, preparing you for what's to come. His fingers feel way too good inside you, you could almost cum from them alone if Logan wasn't dead set on only preparing you, and not making you cream already. “Such a desperate baby… Fuck you sound so sweet..” He groans, pressing kisses and soft bites against your neck while listening to your small moans and whimpers. It only takes a little longer until he's decided that he's done enough preparation, pulling his fingers out and sitting up slightly to be able to position himself accordingly. “Want you..” you mutter, shimmying your hips slightly. Logan has to hold you down so he can push inside properly - you have to hold back an embarrassingly loud moan, he just stretches you out so nicely. Logan breathes out harshly at your tight heat. He pushes himself further inside slowly, taking his time until he bottoms out, letting you get accustomed to the feeling. You really do take it like a champ, and he tells you so, nails scratching lightly at his skin. Logan fills you up so good, you could lose your mind just like this, he didn't even have to move. He does though, after a while, once your face has relaxed a bit and he can't hold himself back anymore. He starts slow, with long, soft thrusts, trying to stay calm about all of this. He doesn't want to go all feral on you just yet. The second that he hears your downright sinful moans, though, his brain just goes haywire. Logan can't help it, you just look too good taking you. He speeds up, his thrusts getting harsher as he can feel you clench around him. You look way too good, mouth hanging open slightly as he slams himself into you. You look even better once you spill over the edge, the way Logan fucks you just was too much for you, you barely held yourself together. He takes a moment to cum himself, riding out both your orgasms slowly. You practically claw at him, and Logan can't help but chuckle as you tug him down into some cuddles.
“‘s good, right?” You question softly, pressing your face against his hair. “Great, even.” Logan responds, pushing himself up slightly so he can press a kiss against your lips. “You wanna cuddle first before cleaning up?” He then adds, and he grins at your tired nod. “Could also have a round two, sweetheart..” He teases, placing a few kisses against your jaw - your heart jumps at the thought, and you don't even mind that you'll be in for a long night.
