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leon s. kennedy general hcs pt. 2
✉︎request: saw that your reqs are open so i came to ask for more leon general hcs 😭😭😭 hes just my baby and i miss him
✎a/n: heyyy... just in a silly goofy mood and decided to do these after like. idek. almost a year? im so sorry
✰warnings: none except i like,, mention decapitation and balls (?) not in detail
Leon is incredibly thoughtful. Every move he makes is so well calculated, and it’s unfathomable to imagine how he manages to find every situation’s best possible outcome, even in the most undesirable of circumstances. Hell, even when he can’t find the solution he’s so good at manipulating his environment juuust right to get the results he wants anyways
It’s the same nonchalant attitude despite his many amazing feats that draws people into him. Leon isn’t as social or friendly as he used to be since Raccoon City, but it doesn’t dull his charm nonetheless. He’s scathed and battered, and it shows in his demeanor, yet there’s something about him that people tend to trust
Speaking of trust, he’s not exactly someone who gives his trust to anyone. To be trusted by Leon should amount to being granted immortality, because it basically means you’re entirely redeemable as a person to him. Given the circumstances, he’s built up a pretty thick exterior; being someone who he can rely on is something he holds very deeply. Surely, anyone with such a privilege will be held on a pedestal in his eyes
While he cares deeply, he doesn’t take the time to reach out very often to the people he loves. It’s not a lack of consideration, I mean hey: the guy’s pretty fucking busy. However, he will stand up for them in a heartbeat. Someone’s got something to say about his people? He’s hopping on a private jet and getting ready to shove his foot up their ass, ETA 30 seconds
His job may be cushy and pay well, but he doesn’t have expensive tastes. He never has, it’s not who he was; why would he be any different now? Just not his style. Most of Leon’s money gets stored away and forgotten about, and he continues using the same products he relied on as a reckless twenty something in the academy, penny pinching and experimenting to find the right balance between cheap but still bearable. So, don’t expect him to be spending his paychecks on luxury colognes and professional hair washes, he’s dousing himself in irish spring straight after a shower with plain bar soap
He’s really not a huge fan of working out. He does the bare minimum for work, since it pretty much depends on his physical wellbeing, but he’s never really understood when people talked about the endorphins after exercise. In the ‘off-seasons’, or any period longer than two weeks when he has a minute to breathe and relax, his body softens and he gets a little tummy
One of the things he values is taking good care of his nails. The sight of dirt under his or anyone else’s nails grosses him out more than watching lickers decapitate people… ew. He’ll keep a toothpick on him during missions to clean his nails out when he has a moment to spare, and he’s kind of persistent about it too. The feelings of something there bothers him too much
When it comes to love, Leon’s still just a rookie. He doesn’t have the time or the mental capacity to bother with a relationship, and although he’s definitely had his fair share of passionate or flirtatious encounters, he’s never indulged in something serious… something he can wake up to
One thing is for sure, though: he’s certain of his feelings. Leon isn’t the kind of man to doubt himself or feign confusion to shield his own heart, he knows exactly what he’s feeling. He’s an adult after all, and a professional for God’s sake. Why inconvenience himself with emotional ping pong?
He’s been forced into a position where he’s made to obey, jeopardizing more than just his career if he acts out or speaks up the way he believes he should. He almost feels as if he’s got the whole world in his hands. He admires someone who is unapologetically themselves, who isn’t afraid to use their voice even if they’re wrong, or even if it puts their life in danger. Leon will fall head over heels for someone who has the guts to tell him he’s stupid to his face and who won’t hesitate to throw in all the chips at the chance of justice. He’ll fall in love with someone, though, who fights for those who can’t. There’s nothing sexier than sharing his ideals, because after all, what’s kept him going this far was his desire to be a fucking hero. Not for the glory, wealth, or recognition, but because he really, truly does just want the world to be a better place
He’s not much of the romantic type. That’s not to say he doesn’t do nice things for his partner, because like I said, he’s very thoughtful! But he’s not the man to make dinner reservations at a romantic restaurant, get dressed up for a scenic walk, nothing out of any novel. In his eyes, you love him if you accept him all of the time, and he shouldn’t have to fabricate a setting for you to see his appeal. His idea of romance is being comfortable enough to live freely with him, and not feel controlled by the idea of being in a relationship. If you don’t get what I’m saying, there’s nothing he desires more than being in a relationship where you go unchanged; the label between you two shouldn’t have an effect on your personality
One of the dew things that Leon will indulge in is shoes. A perfectly good outfit can be ruined by a shitty shoe, and he’s got a reputation to uphold… people already talk enough about him. Why not make it out of jealousy with a perfectly polished shoe?
I think he would shave his balls lol
shower sex w/ iwaizumi
✉︎request: hi 🥺 can i request nsfw content with iwaizumi? it can be anything you want but if it’s a shower sex hehehehe i’d love u more for that 🥰💓 thank you 🥺💓
✎a/n: ok its been a while since i wrote actual smut, so i hope this is ok!! i had fun writing it but i did not proofread it so uh. i hope its ok !
✰warnings: nsfw, shower sex, daddy kink
Rough hands, calloused from years of lifting, paint gentle strokes over your waist, lathering a generous amount of soap onto your soft skin. Hajime drinks in the sight of your bare body before him, the hot water pounding into his back and easing his tender muscles after a long day at the gym. He pulls you toward him, his rock hard cock prodding your ass and eliciting a long groan from him. He’s so sore, so tired, and the thought of being used at his disposal at the end of the day has you throbbing, your aroused clit pulsating, desperate for friction.
“Hold still”, he commands, and you gladly listen. Strong hands guide your position, a firm grip on your shoulder that has you bursting with anticipation and dripping down your thighs. You shut your legs tight, knowing that water will wash away your own wetness, but Hajime growls and pinches your thigh, leaving short red marks upon the supple skin. “What the hell did I just say?”. A harsh slap lands on your ass, followed by gentle rubbing. You jolt forward at the sudden pain, reaching out to your boyfriend and the walls of the shower to steady yourself like he had asked. “You don’t listen, do you?” Another blow, but this time you’re not caught off guard, grip on Hajime’s bicep tightening and your legs beginning to ache as you clench your eyes shut, a low and soft moan escaping your red, puffy lips.
“I do, I do listen! Please, daddy”. You whine, tears beginning to pool in your eyes. It’s hot, so fucking hot, the heat making it damn near impossible to see and it almost makes you go feral when mixed with the absolute need to be fucked raw and senseless by your daddy who teases you so mercilessly. Hajime loves it. It drives him fucking insane to see you fall apart at a moment’s notice, to let him invade your shower time just for him take his stress out on you and all because before anything else, you’re just his pretty little cocksleeve who cries if she doesn’t get her way. He’d put you in your place, make you beg for his cock and then rearrange your guts until you’re begging him to slow down, and of course he’d comply, he has to keep his baby girl satisfied, doesn’t he?
“Please, what”. He presses against your ear, his breath sending waves of excitement through your body. “Please, come on, just fuck me, please!”. He spanks you again, and through your babbling you cry out at the harshness of his palm and look at him with absolutely pitiful eyes. He only smirks down at you, satisfied enough with your performance and deciding to give you your way, just this once. “Give me your leg, baby”. Your breathing is hitched when before you can even comprehend his order, he turns you around and hoists your leg upward, his free hand supporting your lower back so you don’t fall.
He’s completely hard, the prominent head of his girthy cock bright red and leaking with precum. You lick your lips at the sight of it, growing more impatient with each moment he delays, drinking in the sight of your dripping pussy, so fucking wet and ready for his cock; you were always so excited for daddy to fuck you. He doesn’t even ask if you’re ready for him before he penetrates you several inches with one sharp thrust, your velvet walls convulsing around his sensitive head. “Goddamn, you’re so fucking tight, shit-” he pants into your neck, teeth grazing your skin and causing you to moan loudly, to which he responds with another sharp thrust. He’s balls deep now, wasting no time in destroying your wet little cunt with ease. He’s not long, but he more than makes up for it in thickness and skill.
You can hardly breathe, the heat overwhelming and Hajime’s cock fucking the air out of your longs. With each thrust he spears you open and brushes against your cervix, filling you out perfectly. His head is thrown back in pleasure, water and sweat running down his forehead and over his back. Soap suds accentuate his toned muscles, and he looks like a god before you, so perfect. You’re gasping for air, completely desperate and unable to comprehend anything other than the sensation of being split in two by such a fat cock, each desperate pant an audible whine that rings like spring melodies in Hajime’s ears.
“P-please, daddy, it’s too…”, your body heaves, legs quivering and no longer strong enough to hold yourself up, “it’s too much- ah!” Hajime releases your leg, both hands gripping your hips and practically throwing you onto him, cock still sheathed within you.
“Shh.. let daddy take- shit! Take care of you”. He’s out of breath too, now, supporting your body’s entire weight while fucking into you with a burning desire. His balls slap against your ass and echo throughout the small aparment’s bathroom, only driving you even closer to the edge.
He shifts, just enough so that with every thrust your clit rubs against him, and without warning your eyes shoot open and your cunt begins tightening around him, soft and wet walls convulsing around Hajime. Your head is thrown back, tongue lolling carelessly out of your mouth, completely lost in pleasure. He fucks you through your high, your sensitive clit overstimulated by the raw friction of his skin against yours, his grunts fading into long moans that vibrate against you. “Ah, ah, shit!” He lifts you up off of him for a split second and slams you back down onto his cock, long ropes of cum painting his pussy white and his eyes half lidded as he fucks the combination of your own pleasures back into you, the fog beginning to clear as the water runs cold and the fragrant scent of a bubbly body wash replaced with the stench of raw sex. You slowly lower yourself back onto the shower floor, staggering for a moment and leaning onto your loving boyfriend for support once more. He’s panting, having exerted his entire body’s energy into fucking you stupid, and can’t help but smile a little as he runs his fingers through your knotted hair.
He may like being your daddy, but first and foremost he’s the one and only person in this world you could count on for anything, he’d be there, on his hands and knees for you.
↳ 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁𝘀.
1. "𝘐𝘧 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨?"
2. "𝘗𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯"
3. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺"
4. "𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦"
5. "𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵"
6. "𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦- 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶!"
7. "𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧"
8. "𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥- 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥- 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘶𝘩.. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵"
9. "𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥"
10. "𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦?"
11. "𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?"
12. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶"
13. "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯"
14. "𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧"
15. "𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘙 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶"
16. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘦"
17. "𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮"
18. "𝘈𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥?"
19. "𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵-"
20. "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?"
21. "𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘣𝘶𝘵-"
22. "𝘐𝘵'𝘴 3 𝘢𝘮, 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?"
𝘢𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘸𝘢 + 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴
✉︎request: since you didn't get to write it, can I request Aizawa in sweaters? I'd love to read that ❤
✎a/n: i love aizawa so. so much! so much. thank you.
✰warnings: n/a
➳ ᴀɪᴢᴀᴡᴀ
His absolute favorite sweater ever is a hot, hot pink cable knit with loose threads hanging off of nearly every stitch, the yarn frayed and worn off. It’s absolutely covered in pulls and smells just a little bit, but he washes it excessively despite the worn state it’s in. It’s handmade but who knows who made it or where it even came from; he doesn’t really remember how it came into his possession, all he knows is that he loves it.
You’re not really sure exactly how he loves it so much; you tried it on one day while he was away for the week due to work, and couldn’t even get both arms through the sleeves before aborting the mission. It was so…. So scratchy. He really calls this thing soft and comfy?
The thing is though, he’s so damn hairy it doesn’t actually irritate his skin
He buys every sweater he sees. Getting dressed in the summer is an absolute nightmare for him, because nearly his entire wardrobe consists of. Well. sweaters. He doesn’t even try to fix it though, he just shows up to like, barbecues, in a black sweater with FELIZ NAVIDAD and a llama on the front. It also lights up.
Slays ugly Christmas sweater competitions but not on purpose. He genuinely thinks they look nice.
Has a brown button up sweater with leather shoulder pads that he wears around the house with slippers, slacks, and reading glasses pushed down the bridge of his nose like somebody’s dad. Bonus points because he also stands directly in front of the tv, but not because he’s watching it. He’s just thinkin. Just standing n thinkin about ways to legally murder children
Has knitted sweaters before! They’re awful. He’s not bad at knitting though, he just has terrible, horrendous taste. Made you a chartreuse green pullover with brown and purple stripes, complete with your name on the chest. In snot yellow. It stays in your trunk, tucked into the bottom of a duffel bag that you keep for emergencies…
You could jump start a car with the amount of static electricity in his clothes at any given moment. It’s the shitty quality of all of the sweaters that he wears despite having a disposable income mixed with just. Something about him that attracts constant static. You always get shocked when he hugs you
He has some really nice cashmere sweaters that you bought for him and they’re literally just hanging in his closet. He wore them when you initially gave them to him and then tucked them away ‘for safe keeping’. It hurts your feelings but really? He lives in constant fear and doesn’t want to come home with something you gave him in tatters. Or, if something were to ever happen to you, he’d want to hold on to anything you would have given him
Yeah he’s bought not one not two but three of those sweaters with the cat pockets
☆ 𝕜𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕠
a-z hcs - ✿ drabbles - ❀
𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞.
✿ commitment
✿ blowjob (nsfw)
✿ fall
✿ scents
✿ general hcs (1)
✿ general hcs (2)
✿ engagement ring/wedding dress
✿ holiday season (implied christmas)
𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐚.
✿ scents
❀ thigh riding
𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐲𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚.
✿ commitment
❀ falling for a tall girl
𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐨 𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚.
✿falling for someone/in a relationship
✿ commitment
𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐚.
✿ commitment
✿ fall
𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 .
✿ commitment
✿ general nsfw
✿ fall
✿ scents
✿ engagement ring/wedding dress
𝐤𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐚.
✿ commitment
✿ fall
✿ engagement ring/wedding dress
𝐫𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐚.
✿ commitment
✿ fall
✿ sex tape (nsfw)
✿ engagement ring/wedding dress
𝐤𝐞𝐢 𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚.
✿ commitment
✿ mommy kink (nsfw)
✿ fall
✿ scents
✿ engagement ring/wedding dress
𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢.
✿ commitment
☆ 𝕗𝕦𝕜𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕚
a-z hcs - ✿ drabbles - ❀
𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢 𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢.
✿ scents
𝐤𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨.
✿ fall
✿ scents
✿ as a dad
✿ engagement ring/wedding dress
☆ 𝕟𝕖𝕜𝕠𝕞𝕒
a-z hcs - ✿ drabbles - ❀
𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐤𝐨𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐞.
✿ game head (nsfw)
𝐭𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨.
✿ falling for the nekoma manager
✿ general nsfw
✿ fall
✿ as a dad
𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮.
✿ scents