LEO
Expanding on smexy headcannons that i feel like the fandom has been dipping their toes into but not really taken the plunge on.
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A full sexual annalysis of Leonardo. Useing base line Leo, who for me is sorta the personality that the majority of them have in common. Kinda a split between 2003 and bayverse with some idw sprinkled in. Cannon personality traits apply. Assumed heterosexuality. Gender role heavy. Leo x fem, mid 20s.
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Leo may be the most streight forward of his brothers at least when it comes to the psychology of his sexual prefrences. That is to say, he took the most streight forward approach.
Leo longs for the simple promise of the American dream lifestyle. Something that has been systematically denied from him in his allienation from society. Boy meets girl gets married has 2.5 kids. When he pictures himself with a woman he's having the full 1950s white picket fence fantasy.
Leo, at least in his sexual fantasies, is the marrying type. Forget the girlfriend expirience he's dreaming about housewives. He's got a thing for hyper femininity. He likes his girls dainty(not necessarily small), light on their feet and poised. Soft spoken and with a gentle but firm air to them. Polite, controlled. Its really all in the body language the way they move, sit, stand. For lack of a better word he wants them demure.
He dreams about coming home from a hard day to find his girl setting the table. He isn't full into being served by any means, he's way too chivalrous for that but little acts of service get him going so fast. Fixing him a plate, pouring his tea, setting his things out for him, passing him things he needs or any act of setting up somthing he's going to use just before he needs it. Ughgh he can hardly contain himself. She won't get much farther than that before he's on her.
Somewhere in that brain of his, the proper japanese bride and the kitten heels and pearls aesthetic of the american 50s converge into pornagrphic collages. This man is really into visuals. Long pretty skirts and soft luxurious matterials. White stockings that clip into garter belts. Kitten heels and soft floral patterns and the way earings dangle from soft lobes. Long silky hair being let down. Red lips and blush and toeing off shoes until its just white socks touching the floor.
Did i mention the foot fetish? Cuz seriously wow. I can't explain this one. Why this part of the human anatomy? Why is this what entrances him? Maybe its how small and dainty they are or maybe its all the accessories he can dress them up in. All the ultra feminine clothing he can play with. He loves feet in an aesthetic way. He wants to see collections of socks in all different materials and colors. He wants to watch fashion shows where it's just shoes. He likes heels and sandals and anything that has a grip between the toes. Also straps that wrap around the ankle. He's really into just holding and massaging feet. Feeing toes curl down under his big hands. He likes ancklets especially ones that make noise. He also loves painting toenails there is deffinitly more than 1 magazine clipping of blue painted toes in his porn collection. He loves it when girls stetch up on their tiptoes to reach something up high. He loves it when they stretch out on the couch and let their feet dangle of the end. He dreams about white cotton stretched between toes stained with his cum.
Leo actually does like to be in charge in the bedroom. Maybe thats his controlling nature dug so truely bone deep that he can't let it go even in the bedroom, but he likes to think it's more about the ease of it. With his brothers he has to constantly fight for respect. Assert his authority. Maintain. Its exhausting. But in his bedroom, that's easy authority.
He wants it given freely, easily, without question or thought. Just compliance is so fuckin hot to him. The trust behind it. The satisfaction in the ease of it. The fulfillment in knowing he's earned it, that everything he is makes it easy to trust him. He wants someone that follows directions easily, that sits pretty and waits for instruction. That whines and pants and doesn't beg. Just waits. He dreams about soft limp limbs and the freedom to put his hands whereever he wants. To move and manipulate. To hold and position and clutch at.
And when the compliance isn't enough. When he really really needs control. The space and time to meditate on his girl. To let her consume his thoughts, thats when he breaks out the rope and the shibari begins. There's nothing better than losing himself in the trance of tying her up. Of dressing her up how he wants, positioning her how he wants, and wrapping that pretty blue rope over her again and again, tying intricate knots over her body, carefully taking into account every muscle every joint and weaving his net over it all. Just snug enough to hold. No marks left. Just the long action of it. The time he gets to spend analyzing, memorizing, exploring, claiming.
Maybe it's his possessiveness or maybe it's his awkwardness but he likes a girl thats more reserved. Someone who doesn't feel the need to fill the silence. Someone who'd rather sit in silence with him than chase his brothers' chaos. And maybe its his self loathing or the fact that some part of him lives a fantasy vicariously through his girl but he's the only one that doesn't want to leave marks. The only one that wants his girl all tied up just for him to take a step back and admire from a distance. Leo's the only one that doesn't want her in his clothes. That doesn't want to mark his girl up. Because deep down leo's fantasies aren't fulfilled so long as he's in them. Because the real fantasy is being someone else. Someone that can come home after a long day at the office and hang his hat on the peg and set his breifcase down and kiss his wife. Someone simpler than who he is.
Leo wants to set the scene and observe. Wants to admire. Wants to see. Watch. Notice. Leo wants to be a voyeur. And as far as his honor is concerned, that can only be with consent. So he likes someone thats a little bold too. Someone not afraid to go about her day and let him stew in himself. Let him get worked up over something small like her socks and the way she steeps tea and the way she glides with a purposeful elegance through her tasks. Someone who can take directions from afar and isn't afraid to put on a show. To let him watch the fantasy. Direct it. To let him test his control and stretch it until it breaks and he's got her over a counter.
If this man does have 1 regular ass guy red flag, it's that he doesn't beleive in useing pretection. Whether just because the odds of getting her pregnant are astronomical or that it just doesn't really work that well with his anatomy. He's simply not about it. He isn't like opposed to birth control he just thinks that isn't his buisness or his responsibility. He also may or may not have a huge breeding kink and the point however many digit likelyhood of actually procreating is something he can't pass up on. Taking that extra step to make sure it doesn't happen depresses him and if he were to ever have a kid he'd step up immediately. So to him it just isn't a priority. He'd much rather passively allow it than actively prevent it.
