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Hi! My name is Theo, short for Theodore, Bee. I am a fanfiction writer, and a college student. I use they/them pronouns and am a trans person. Currently I am active in these fandoms: Mandela Catalog, Elder Scrolls, multiple args, Jjba, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Resident Evil, Cult of the Lamb, Mincraft and some others I may not remember. Just because I am a part of these fandoms does not mean I write for them. Similarly, just because I did not list it does not mean I don’t write for it- I don’t always remember what exactly I am interested in. Below are links to ways to find out more about me and then some rules for requesting.
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prompt: ‘ ‘ oh you like that? of course you do… fucking slut. ‘ ‘
Tw: 17+, eating out, leon is a bottom, 10 year age gap. degradation/praise kink, aftercare, enemies to lovers sorta, not edited
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Leon was a textbook rookie; nervous, unnerved, and very clearly willing to impress anyone who was willing to give him a chance. Was he a little naïve for that? Maybe so, but he was willing to lick anyone’s boots to get a promotion at this point. He was like a dog for his dedication and that may be why he was placed under you, well known for the ability to wring a man until he was dry plus anything else he had. Agent Kennedy was new to the Feds, but what he was not new to the violence scene. Everyone and their mother had seen what happened at Raccoon city and even Captain Cunt (which was your underlings behind the back nickname for you) seemed disturbed by the things that happened in that city.
What made it worse? It was Leon’s first day on the job, his first. You felt a pang of pity when you read this file, a pretty boy with a pitiful past.. How often did you get your grimy hands on someone like him? Never, and with your lips pulled into a frown you knew that there was a part of you that would always go easy on him.
His first day in the office he was so early that you met him at the door, a cup of coffee (which he clearly found disgusting) gripped in his trembling hands as you walked to the doors of the training facility that you organized. “Mr. Kennedy- what are you doing so early in the office? You aren’t due to be in for another,” you paused and lifted your hand to look at your watch, “hour and a half? Is there something you are worried you are going to miss?” The comment on your end was a joke, ending it with a curl of your lips yet the avoidance of Leon’s eyes spoke louder than his response would. “ No, no I just like seeming responsible you know? I have heard quite the complaints about my Captain,” he chuckled before his eyes drifted to the name tag that adored your fatigues: Y/f/n Y/l/n, Captain. For a moment both of you stared at each other, you finally stepped forward to unlock the building's doors to let both of you in. It was by the grace of the Gods that you two had gone in two separate directions when entering the facility, but you still felt his second hand embarrassment from your office.
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It was already a terrible start, Leon had been sitting at his bunk staring at his things files he was to be reporting on for the past twenty minutes. Heard quite the complaints kept playing in his head as he felt the embarrassment boil in the pit of his stomach like he was going to throw it up, now that he had been in this same position for a while he thought that he might have already. Luckily, besides embarrassing himself in front of the single most important person involving his job he believed that his day was going fairly well. His fellow trainees were fun and they assured him that you would forget by the time training started, since you were a different entity when it came to preparing these men for what they were about to come face to face with. Nobody was sure why you took your job here so seriously, training was not _that _important and even if it was, people would get plenty more on the job. You knew that everyone thought that you may need to dumb your Iron fist down to a Bronze fist, but if you did not teach these Agents that this job was tough they would die for sure.
Sadly, you would just be the asshole that kicked people out if they failed their defense training or made people figure out how to hold a flashlight along with a gun. Leon thought it stupid, but he was a dog; whatever order you shouted he followed without a single thought behind it. He was going to be a great Agent and you were _certain _of it, but with the glare in his eye you knew his memories of you and your training would not be fond. You were not their friend though, were you?
When Leon Kennedy finished his training and went to you to approve of his paperwork, he was required to sit in your office as you filled it out. Many of his friends had left under your harsh word, and there was a part of him that resented you for it. He was consistently felt this ache of rage in his chest when he saw you, but maybe that was his motivation to be a _better _Agent than you. That was one of the stories you told when you were drunk enough with the team to spill your guts; the Feds hired you and one of your teams with minimal training and all of you were sent out on a suicide mission that would not have been suicide if you had been properly trained, blah blah blah. To him it sounded like an excuse to be the most insufferable person he had ever met in his life, but what was he to do if you were the only person the Government trusted to train their new pets. Even with his very well formed opinions of you laid out in his head he followed your orders, which is why when you handed his paperwork back with your recommendation you stated he would be an outstanding field agent. When he read your recommendation he felt his neck flush at the praise he received from you of all people, and wondered if anyone else got such high praise,
No one did, and no one would since you only remained the training Captain a few more years before giving up the position to another ex-Agent and returning to your Agent status. You were not aware of the man who you would be working with, nor his seething disdain towards your very existence. Even so, he still felt that curl in his gut when he remembered the way you spoke about him in his recommendation- it was embarrassing how terrible it made him burn sometimes.
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“You are well aware of the policies of this sector Agent, “ your new supervisor spoke to you, “you have trained too many of your own colleagues to be ignorant. It’s great to see you back at this again, and I am certain you will be a lead again in no time.” Leon was speaking to one of the rookies who had asked about his experiences in Spain, but hearing a familiar voice startled him out of his story without a second thought. He looked over and saw the last person he was hoping to ever see again speaking with his supervisor. Time had barely changed you, and the attire that you wore along with the box of things in your hands implied that you were here to stay. His emotions felt like a stone in his throat, staring at you from across the office as you waved the Supervisor off and set your things down by a desk. “I will have to finish later,” Leon mumbled as he walked off towards you. Why now? Why couldn’t you retire to be a lawyer or a public speaker or something, not the exact job that he was doing. You were putting some of your office supplies on to your desk along with what seemed like some minor knick knacks; no family pictures and no wedding ring was on your finger, nobody would want to be around someone of your temperament anyway.
“Captain,” Leon spoke dryly, “wasn’t expecting you to be down in the slums with people like us anytime soon.” You did not seem startled by him, turned around with a mug of yours in your hand as you looked up at him. He had matured a lot since you had trained him, harsher lines on his face and his hair was far less groomed. Along with that he seemed far more stoic, his eyes boring into you without the adoration and determination that they used to when you worked him down to the bone.
“Leon! It has been ages hasn’t it? You don’t have to call me Captain anymore though, I wanted to get back and get my hands dirty,” you set the mug down, “I missed helping you, and I was a little curious to see how my work makes you guys look in the field.” Obviously you were not proud of your harshness, some people got off on being tough on others and others did not. There was a part of you that often felt an extreme sense of guilt when it came to your harshness on these Agents, but many of them had seen you to thank you once they saw you in the building. Leon was the first one to approach with any hostility at all, and there was a part of you that was worried about the bad terms you left off on. “Danny told me about how well you did in Spain, and I read the files. You did stunningly, and I am happy you made it back in tip top shape.” You praised him absentmindedly since receiving second hand accounts from his supervisor, then placed your hand on his shoulder and squeezed it before returning to your desk. While to you it was an off hand comment about his abilities, he felt that familiar curl in his abdomen and his cock twitching in his dress pants; how embarrassing was he? Still the same pathetic rookie who would have done anything you asked? It seemed like it.
He didn’t even thank you, but rather turned around to head back to his desk and stare at the numerous reports he was to fill out since he did just return back from a trip. He felt like that same little rookie who was reading the words you wrote about him on his work and blushing like a teenager. He was so pissed at you, but how could he stay pissed off at someone who was not interested in being the cunt that you were a few years back. It was clear that you were interested in the improvement of your colleagues as well as those who you were responsible for. There was just a part of him that longed for the satisfaction of having the upper hand, making sure that you were well aware of who was on top.
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This odd tension that you and Leon developed did not diminish, but rather seemed to grow more noticeable as the time you two worked together grew. He was far higher up than you on the rankings as an Agent considering the fact that you had not been in the business in what felt like ages, but people still seemed to respect you more than him either way. Maybe it was the fact that you were older and had more experience, or maybe how polite you were to everyone else, but either way it seemed to egg him on. You ignored his attitude, preferring to do the “killing with kindness" method rather than Leon’s more aggressive approach that had caught your attention as far back as the training you had done with him ages ago. So, you sang his praises any chance you got and watched as his posture changed every time. An open book, and a pretty one at that.
Sometimes it was even attractive the way that he locked his jaw and squared his shoulders, his face would get red and he would make sure that you could not see his eyes. He was still a child, in your eyes at least, and as a result you had to treat him like that; but sometimes you could not help but look at his sculpted arms and just gawk, he had grown so much since you had last seen him.
What you didn’t expect to happen was for you to be the last person left in the office with the big hero, both of you finishing up some of the work that had been assigned prior and needed to be finished before you left for home. You were the first to be done, standing to your feet and turning around to look at what you expected to be an empty office, but found Leon still hunched over his ever messy desk. For a moment you knew that if you had asked him if he wanted help he would cut an eye at you, but how could you refuse such a sweet face? Quietly to approached his desk, knocking on one of his dividers before he looked up and visibly scowled, though you had no response but the usual smile. “Can I help you with some of your reports, honey? You have done so much hard work already, you need someone to take the load off.” He felt his cock twitch in his pants again, face reddening at the flattery and looking up to you.
“I would really, really appreciate it,” Leon said as he gave into what he was assuming was just politeness. He handed you a small stack of folders, finally smiling up at you as you grabbed them and went back to your desk to start on the new stack. What were you doing? Leon was well aware of his attitude towards you since you had arrived here, but you were practically at his every beck and call. It made him nervous, just like you did when he was younger. Sometimes he was that same idiot who would do anything for attention.. Maybe that would be in your favor.
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This back and forth between the two of you would continue for a few more weeks, he would start coming around to your warm demeanor and you would be conditioning him to look forward to your sweet words. You spoke like honey, and you were well aware that he was becoming more enamored with your charm with every word you dripped onto him. His reaction to your arrival stopped being as cold and unwelcoming, finding your presence at his desk to be something he looked forward to. Every morning you bought him coffee which he did not like, but whatever you put in it made him want to drink it all up. You had him under a spell by the time a month went by, his pretty eyes boring into your frame every chance he could; this did not go unnoticed his beloved coworkers
“-Leon dude,” one of the older agents spoke over break room lunch, “you are practically drooling over them. I am certain that someone who had never met you could tell how bad you are, aren’t they like ten years older than you?” As his lunch break buddy bit into his sandwich Leon gawked at him, not believing that you could be that old and still hold yourself the way you did. “No they aren’t,” he claimed while ignoring the teasing, “they are only a few years older than me. There is no way they are thirty-seven.” His friend, who was around forty now, laughed and looked at his seemingly delusional, considering the fact that he chose to ignore your age gap. “They came in as an Agent about two years after me as a rookie, before becoming the training Captain.” It was like an epiphany all at once, Leon’s eyes glazing over as he realized his attraction to you came from the fact that because of your age you were confident. You exuded this sense of sureness that he lacked, and it made him want to beg on his hands and knees for your attention.
Going back to work after lunch was hard, still thinking about how good you looked for your age- not that older people couldn’t look good he just did not expect it from you out of all people. He could hear his bar buddies calling him a sugar baby and cooing at him because of his now apparent attraction to you, his mind still floating off as you tried to catch his attention. “Leon, sweetheart, hello?” In an instant he was looking up to you, squirming in his seat as he felt his cock swell from your sweet words. “Yeah- I mean yes, what do you need?” He asked as you stared down at him, the usual warmness to your face that seemed reserved for him. “Do you mind helping me take some of my work home? I don’t know if I can carry it all into my house.” You were a liar, you worked for the Federal Government and you were strong enough to carry three of those boxes, but Leon was so smitten he only thought about how you were taking him home. “I can, just come get me when you need me.”
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Your home was warm, cozy just like Leon had expected when coming into your house. What also did not surprise him was the fact that you had a house rather than some high end apartment like he did, but you probably found comfort in the consistency that a home brought. It was lit with lamps and cleaned, a fresh Vanilla smell wafting through as he stepped foot into your home with the box of files. It had warm colors, mimicking his view on you and the warmth that flooded him when he got in any proximity to you. Your office was well organized, similar to your desk (which you had only done in preparation for his visit) and you had some pictures of friends or scenery that you found interesting. Your desk was an Old Oak, something that was very likely expensive and an office chair that had plush seating. The room had a bookshelf for books you had acquired through your studies and finally a trash can that was empty right now, since he guessed you had cleaned the day before.
“On the floor would be great,” you commented as you sat one of the boxes on your desk, watching Leon as he set the two boxes in his arms on the floor. Leon had yet to change out of his office attire which was the usual white button up and black dress pants, but on the ride to your house he seemed to have gotten hot and rolled the shirt sleeves up. His dirty blonde hair was disheveled from the usual stress of the day and his face was a little red from having to carry the two heaviest boxes you had. He was stunning, as per usual.
“Thank you so much Leon,” you said with a soft tone ,”you did an amazing job- I don’t know what I would have done without your help. You are such a sweet boy.” Subconsciously he looked away from you before you even spoke, but the nickname made his whole body stop functioning, his eyes darting over to you as to see the pretty smile on your face. He swore months ago he was going to get revenge against you, but now all he wanted to do was be on his knees for you. Whatever you asked, he would do it. “Why don’t I give you a treat for the job you did baby, no one else ever shows you appreciation,” you cooed as you rested your hand on his bicep, “or you can do whatever you want. Your treat, like I said.” His mouth was dry now, face red as winked as a way to finally show your flirting.
Without a word he slid to his knees, suddenly salivating as he used his hands to feel up your legs and nuzzle his face against your thighs. “I want to taste you, I will take whatever you’ll give me just please-” he peered up at you with big, sweet eyes and begged,”let me put my mouth on you.” You leaned on the desk that was behind you, undoing the belt to your pants and unzipping them before Leon used his shaky hands to pull them down. He leaned forward and licked through your underwear, still nuzzling against your thigh as he tried to taste something through the fabric. You gulped, hooking your thumbs through the waistband and pulling them down enough so Leon could take them the rest of the way off and bury his nose into your mound. You grabbed the edge of your desk and leaned back which knocked that box of files off, gasping as he licked slowly into your folds with a desperate whine and took his hands to grab at your thighs.
You looked down to watch Leon roll his eyes into his head and lap at your heat, one of his hands crawling up to pressing into your pussy so his tongue could do quick work with your clit. “Leon, you are just too sweet,” you praised as you finally pressed your hand into his hair to tug. His whimpered desperately into you, his fingers pushing into and thrusting as he locked his lips around your clit then sucking. You unconsciously locked your thighs around his head, still watching him as he continued to whimper and whine into your cunt pathetically. It wasn’t like you hadn’t expected this, well aware of the fact that you solicited this; what you were surprised with was how obedient he was, not complaining as you pulled at his hair or squeezed his head between your thighs. When Leon curled his finger into the spongy spot on your walls you moaned out, your stomach twisting from the stimulation and your breathing increasing as he quickened his tongues speed on your clit. With a sudden cry you felt your pussy clench around his fingers and his tongue move down to lap up any of your juices, licking even as you got overstimulated.
Finally you yanked his hair to pull him back, him rolling his eyes to the back of his head and whimpering out before his glassy eyes looked up at you. You pressed your foot onto his bulge before he moaned out, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed back another moan when you pressed down farther. He lifted his hips to grind against the weight of your foot, whining out at the stimulation and closing his eyes to block out any other feeling. You pressed down more so he could grind himself against your foot, his noises getting higher pitched as he continued getting off on the bare minimum that you provided him with- he liked it too. “Oh,” you cooed with false concern,” you like that?” You pressed your foot down hard, Leon moaning out at the stimulation and opening his eyes as you tugged at his scalp again, ”of course you do… fucking slut.” The name, the degradation, pushed him over the edge as he desperately bucked into the pad of your foot and whimpered out your name. Tears fell over onto his cheeks as his cock twitched and he came, his pants dampening from the cum before he hung his head.
Gently, your hand cradled his jaw and you lifted his head up so he could look at you. “You did so well honey. Why don’t we go get you cleaned up, and I’ll let you sleep in my bed. How’s that sound?” He nodded and leaned into the palm of your hand, before you pulled it away to help him up. You fixed your underwear over your hips and led him into your room to change into a spare set of boxers you had and you used a warm rag to clean him off. He was asleep on your chest after a few minutes of relaxing, your hands combing through his hair as your smiled to yourself; you knew he couldn’t stay mad at your forever, no one could.
Leon S. Kennedy x afab! Reader (gender not specified!!)
Word count: 2, 734
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‘’Y/n and Kennedy go on a camping trip. Y/n forgets to bring a sleeping bag, so they have to squeeze into Kennedy's sleeping bag with them. ‘’
Tw: Sexual activity (17/18+), vulgar descriptions, fingering, makeout, Leon lowkey being a sub
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It’s not everyday you get to go to work out in the wilderness, or close enough that it’s unusual. Leon was not ignoring the fact that the “wilderness” that he was to be working in was infested with the C-Virus, and he was sent back to Spain to clean up anything that was able to escape from the island that Asheley Graham was trapped on; it was better to be safe than sorry, he guessed. What he was not aware of was that he was being sent with one of the agency's newer Agents, who seemed more than willing to do whatever was asked of them. It reminded him of who he was before Raccoon city. Ignorantly following every order that was given to him, and they were almost the same. Luckily for you, the rookie, Kennedy was hoping that your first day would be a little lighter than his.
It wasn’t every day people who were simple law enforcement were sought out by the United States government. Unlike those who worked around you, you believed you were at least a little more experienced than they thought you were. You had worked in the profession as soon as you could out of high school and climbed the ranks throughout your years of hard work and effort, and your effort paid off in the long run because you were making far more money than anyone in your department could dream of. That was what had been on your mind as you rode in the passenger side backseat of the older car in which Leon sat beside you. There was one of the local law enforcement men driving both of you to the “undisclosed” location so both of you could investigate and make sure that nothing escaped from that island.
“How much longer?” Leon asked the driver and leaned over so he could look at the driver over the middle console, his brows furrowed so the hard ridges on his face were more noticeable. Ever since you had been introduced to Agent Kennedy you noticed one primary thing about him; that he was perpetually stressed out. His stress lines burned into his young face even though he couldn’t be older than his late twenties. It was rude to ask anyone their age, so you simply never gave in. “We will arrive there in a few minutes. The extraction point will be on the other side of the forest. The coast side. A helicopter will arrive to take you back.” The driver spoke with a Spanish accent, never averting his eyes from the road as he spoke to Leon. With the response your partner leaned back in his seat and sighed, leaning his head up against the window while you looked over to him- was training a rookie this bad? You had gotten well acquainted with Leon through your collaboration on a lot of intel. Most of your work for the Government had been office based so far, but maybe that is where Leon wanted you to stay.
Your driver suddenly slowed in front of a cleared out patch in the forest, the gravel on the side of the road making the car shake and both you as well as your partner reached out to brace yourselves. Both of you looked at each other and he smiled lightly, “you’re not used to off-roading either, huh?” You smiled and laughed in response, shaking your head as you looked around at what seemed to be an endless forest. “We’re here. Out now. I am late to lunch because of you two.” Leon was the first to get out, you following suit and heading to the trunk to unload anything you two had brought. Leon seemed far more prepared, a whole duffle bag of supplies slung across his shoulder and his trademark bomber jacket. Maybe this is why people didn’t like rookies, because you packed a few weapons and a jacket. Without thinking twice, you simply grabbed your things and closed the trunk. Leon slapped the rear of the car with his hand which seemed to signal the driver to speed off. After getting a face full of dust you both began your unsure descent into the forest, you following at the heel of your superior and making sure to keep an eye on whatever he couldn’t.
The bare minimum that you had been told is that the Federal Government had figured out that there was a docktown that had a sister town where those from the island were traveling to and from, which needed to be checked out. The files assured that there was a small chance that there was anyone there since most of them were a part of the cult that Leon had been tasked with taking care of. It was a cool place despite being Spain; the jacket being a good decision on both you and Leon’s part since you were already chilly with the sun out. It was a beautiful place without a doubt, an array of mosses and trees scattering the area along with some wildlife which would scurry off as soon as they noticed you walking through the forest. You were quiet now, you weren't sure if it was because you were unaware of what to talk about with Leon, or because you weren’t sure if you were allowed to talk now that you two were actually out. Your partner took notice of your apprehension, turning his head some to look back at you, “You know you’re a great rookie, far better than I was when I first started this job,” he praised, “I actually request you when I make my case reports.” The compliment made you smile. Bashful in a way as you responded, “you’re really easy to work with on the reports. Most of our colleagues are a little stubborn with their work.” He laughed in response, slowing to be able to talk to you easier and continuing the conversation further.
You were at the edge of a village before the two of you knew it, Leon quieting after noticing the buildings in the distance and putting a finger to his lips to halt the conversation. Both of you began your silent investigation of the town. Being empty from the outside though both of you knew you were there to make sure that it was actually empty. It was later in the day now as well, so it made both of you more apprehensive to walk around. “I’ll take the right side, you take the left.” Leon whispered and you nodded, both heading in your respective directions. The left of the village was mostly made of what seemed like stores or storage buildings, having to use a flashlight as the day fell into dusk and the forest prohibiting any of the setting sun’s light to come into the village. The only living creatures you had found within the buildings were rats and birds, making use of empty and uninhabited shelters to use for themselves. While you were exploring the upstairs of your building you heard a creak from the floor behind you, whirling around and pointing your light along with your gun at the noise; which was Leon. His hands up as he smiled mischievously, “A lot quicker than I thought,” he commented.“That’s why I got hired.” You quipped back. He responded positively, nodding in agreement as he looked around the building.
It was one of the few that you had found that was not rat infested nor too dirty to even breathe properly in. Leon’s eyes darted around before looking back to you and motioning around, “We should shack up here for the night.” He pulled his duffle bag from around his shoulders and dropped it on the floor, “if there are infected around you don’t want to fight them in the dark. Trust me.” With the way he grimaced after his statement you decided to trust him on that and placed your gun back into your gun belt. You stood there as he unpacked a few blankets and a pillow for himself; you looked a little dumb now, you must admit, but nobody told you this job was going to be an overnight thing! Leon looked up at you as you stood there, raising a brow and speaking, “you didn’t bring anything to sleep on, did you?” He didn’t seem disappointed by any means, a blanket in one of his hands as he looked at you expectantly. “I wasn’t told this was going to be a sleepover,” you mused, “I would have brought one of those personality quiz magazines and a sports magazine to ogle at shirtless boys.” Leon chuckled as he gestured to the poorly made palette in front of him and spoke, “Well, you can share mine with me- I have enough blankets for two.” The idea made your face flush, smiling at him in thanks, “I would appreciate that, Leon. Nothing like getting up close and personal with a coworker, Right?”
It wasn’t weird or anything laying beside Leon, he was a nice guy and everything so he gave you the appropriate space, of course. Then you two ended up talking petty opinions like superior pets and such. It was a mildly mind numbing conversation that had both of you eventually dozing off, a stiff sleep considering you were laying on the floor. Though, it was sleeping nonetheless. It was mostly dreamless. You woke up prematurely with your face in the crook of his neck and one of his arms resting on your hip. Obviously since both of you were asleep there wasn’t anything unprofessional about the position. But now that you were well aware of how inappropriate this would be if you were both awake, it made you flush- it made you feel hot, almost. It wasn’t like you and Leon had tension or anything, friendly office banter and playful flirting when you two were alone working on something. It was playful, wasn’t it? With his firm chest against your own it didn’t feel as playful. A burn stirring in your abdomen as you are suddenly very aware of where Leon is and where he is not. Everything was burning and you could only act like his breath on the shell of your ear only felt cool because you were burning up, everything felt like it was embers on your skin.
For some reason you moved your head from his neck and looked up to him, meeting his glassy blue eyes before gulping and wondering why your mouth was so dry right now. His lips were parted as he looked at you, “I thought you were asleep Leon- I would have moved if you had told me you were awake, you know that right? I mean I-” you were interrupted with his hand that was under your head gripping your face to get you to stop rambling. Again you met his eyes, pupils blown in an almost cartoonish fashion as he watched your lips pucker from the grip he had on your cheeks. “Can I kiss you?” Leon gasped, like he had been waiting to say that and with the desperateness of his tone you would not be surprised if he had been. Nodding since his grip prohibited you from speaking properly he leaned in and pressed a kiss to you, oddly domestic for the way that he was acting in the moment though it somehow caused the burn in your belly to worsen. It was gentle, how could someone of his strength be so soft. He seemed baffled when he pulled away, letting go of your face again which let you get a short breath of air before he was back at your lips again; his passion showed through this time, his arm on your hip moving so that he could grip into the flesh that he could almost feel through your pants.For some reason you moved your head from his neck and looked up to him, meeting his glassy blue eyes before gulping and wondering why your mouth was so dry right now. His lips were parted as he looked at you, “I thought you were asleep, Leon- I would have moved if you had told me you were awake, you know that, right? I mean, I-” you were interrupted with his hand that was under your head. Gripping your face to get you to stop rambling. Again, you met his eyes- pupils blown in an almost cartoonish fashion as he watched your lips pucker from the grip he had on your cheeks. “Can I kiss you?” Leon gasped, like he had been waiting to say that and with the desperateness of his tone you would not be surprised if he had been. Nodding, since his grip prohibited you from speaking properly, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to you. Oddly domestic for the way that he was acting in the moment. Though, it somehow caused the burn in your belly to worsen. It was gentle. How could someone of his strength be so soft? He seemed baffled when he pulled away, letting go of your face again which let you get a short breath of air before he was back at your lips again. His passion showed through this time. His arm on your hip moving so that he could grip into the flesh that he could almost feel through your pants.
When he pulled away there was a bit of drool on the corner of his lip, neither of you really bothering with it as he moved the hand on your hip to your abdomen and gulped. Feeling where the waist of your pants were and looking up at you. His eyes were still glassy, though there was a part of you that was almost certain that this was because of his seemingly desperate need to feel whatever lay beyond the confines of your pants. Without thinking you nodded and he moved one of his arms down to unbutton your pants and then unzipped them. Not caring further as he moved his hand up to his mouth and licked his fingers before moving them back down. He pressed his hand flat against your belly before sliding them past your underwear and into your heat, both of you gasping at the feeling. You were wetter than you thought; the feeling of his cool hands making you shiver unconsciously. Leon whined similarly, closing his eyes as he felt the warmth of your pussy. Maybe the months of pent up tension from the office was finally making itself known, or maybe two people on the floor together were just meant to be but neither of you cared at that moment. As long as no infected thing stumbled its way into your little room you two couldn’t care less.
He was like a man starved as he stuffed his fingers inside of you. Thrusting them into your cunt with abandon as you pressed your face into the curve of his neck- propping your leg up onto his hip to give him better access to what he clearly sought out. Unbeknownst to you, Leon was getting off on his own. The hot feeling swelling over you making you ignore the feeling of his bulge rubbing against your other thigh. Leon was painfully skilled with his fingers. Feeling as your hips stuttered into him when he curled his finger against the fleshy spot inside of you and he kept curling. The nerves were alight between your legs as you began tearing up from the intensity of his fingers, angling his palm so everytime you jutted your hips it pressed your swollen clit up against the heel of his hand. It took you a minute to realize that his heel was your stimulation. Finally starting to buck your hips enough to rub the sensitive nub against his calloused hand to get any stimulation that you possibly could. It was sweltering now, him whining out loud as he got off on the squelch of your pussy and any breathless sound you made. Even without any light you could feel the heat of his face in your neck, his lips starting to prod at your neck as he tried to quiet himself down. Even though you were the one he was working on, he sounded pitiful as he cried and whined at the feeling of your slick drenching his hand.
Soon you were erratic with your hips at the feeling of your clit rubbing against Leon’s palm. You yourself moaned out as he sped up his fingers and arched his wrist to meet your own thrusts. Your lower belly was tense as you felt yourself teetering on the edge of bliss, your pitch heightening as Leon’s finger curled one last time and you cried out, moving your hands up into his hair and pulling on it as he whimpered at the feeling. He was not far behind you with a pathetic whine and his hips twitching, his eyes rolling back as he stilled his grinding against you. It was a moment of tense silence before Leon pulled his fingers from your pussy with a discontented whine from you, wrapping that arm around your waist and pulling you into him again and pressing his face into your chest. “You are so hot.” he said bluntly, which in response, you giggled. Your brain was still foggy from his precise fingers. After another few moments of silence you gained feeling back over your body, a wet spot being felt on the space before your knee. “Leon, did you get off on my knee?” you asked breathlessly. A flush overwhelming your face again as he looked up at you lazily. “If you just go to sleep I will wake you up with another treat,” he offered. A dazed look on his face as he looked up to you with those puppy dog eyes. “Deal.”
On the subject of white coding in fandom creations
It’s no secret that whitewashing and white coding is a huge issue in reader insert fic and art. It feels like it’s actually gotten worse lately to the point where I’ll save 10 fics in my drafts but only reblog 2 cause the rest are white coded. And almost all art uses a white and thin girl as “reader.” No matter how much poc in fandom shout for y’all to be inclusive it feels like it falls on deaf ears. And it feels like the white people in fandom just don’t care. It’s hurtful and upsetting and poc are getting frustrated and fed up with this.
I feel like we’re not asking for much. And it’s really not that hard to be inclusive with your reader insert. Just literally take out any skin/hair/language/relation descriptors. That’s it. Background is something you have a little more flexibility on because yes it is fiction but at the bare minimum just don’t use descriptors for your reader character. Yet it feels like whenever I (or others) bring it up, we’re met with defensiveness and abrasiveness or we’re told we’re overrating or being too mean or nit-picky. Or there’s one excuse or another why it’s too much of an ask. We’re not asking for the moon here, just think about who else may be reading/seeing your art that doesn’t look like you.
Yes I understand mistakes happen, we’re human, no one is perfect. It’s impossible to include every single person who could possibly read/see your art. People are just too diverse and too different. It’s impossible to be aware of every single nuance out there. But all we’re asking is to try. Take a look over of your work and really look for things and think from another perspective.
I’ve also heard the complaint that poc are too harsh with criticism of whitewashing. Perhaps it was your personal first time making a mistake like that but I guarantee it isn’t the poc’s first time coming across it. But you also have to understand that at least 90% of fic and art is white coded. It’s frustrating to see over and over and over again that you aren’t thought about and that you aren’t welcome here. So it’s not a personal attack on you at all.
Yes this is all meant to be self indulgent. But when all you think about is your own whiteness, poc fans can’t have that indulgence either. Poc deserve to have that level of indulgence too. Poc deserve to have that level of escape too. We belong here too.
Yes fandom is very white but that is part because so many poc are bullied and pushed out of the fandom or made to feel unwelcome. Poc creatives are ignored in favors of white ones. Imagine how disheartening it feels to come into a fandom space expecting to be invited and accepted only to be pushed out. It sucks.
Especially in the fandoms of a poc too like Pedro and Oscar. (This post includes all fandoms but I mention these in specific cause I see it a LOT here and they are men or color themselves so it’s extra important)
So please, try to be better. Listen to poc. Boost our voices, don’t ignore us or push us out. Think about being more inclusive in your work. Imagine how upset you would be if it were the other way around. So please try. Try to include others who don’t look like you. Try to think outside your box. Try to make others actually feel welcome in fandom spaces, since fandom constantly preaches love and acceptance.
To the write creatives who read this whole post and to the ones who do try: thank you. We appreciate your thought and effort.
Tw: talks of weight, insecurity in body size, Shane being sad
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It isn’t a surprise to anyone that from a young age, people are taught that being above a certain size is not okay
Of course, when making it to Pelican town you are quick to realize that not everyone is a chubby person
Wait, was anyone?
Even after a year or two working on the farm nothing really changes beside developing some upper body strength and getting married
Shane could not care whether or not you were chubby, why would he? Shane is chubby himself, just more to hug.
Obviously when he realizes watching you gawk in the mirror that just because he appreciated you doesn’t mean you appreciated you he knew something must be done
He is obsessed with you from then on out- constant compliments, nonstop kissing your body and if you even looked like you were going to say something negative he would shut you up with a kiss
Shane loves how soft you are, absolutely finding it adorable how soft you are
He would not trade you or your shape for anything <3
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The summer made being your size harder than it already was. With the pudge in your belly convincing you that wearing anything to relieve the stress of the heat was blasphemy, you often ended up retiring to the farm house quite early in the evening. Sadly, the Moon Jellies were out tonight and Shane had been talking about it for at least a week now. It wasn’t his fault you felt like you were to be hidden away, but the evening was humid and you knew going outside in pants wasn’t a realistic task; you had to wear shorts tonight. Looking in the dresser drawer, it seemed as if the denim cut-offs were staring back at you and mocking you. Were you really going to embarrass yourself in front of the whole town?
Shane padded his way into your bedroom with his usual “Moon Jelly” attire, which was just a brightly patterned button up and cargo pants. Your husband had understood that size is not something that can always be altered whether or not we wanted it to. It’s a lesson that some have to learn the hard way. His dark gaze shifted to you momentarily, watching you stare at the shorts as if they were mocking you to your face. In some manner they were. “Hey hun?” Shane called to you, a concerned wrinkle in his brow. You chirped a quick response after looking up at him, “oh gosh- hey love. Do you need something? Am I in the way of the dresser?” After a year, Shane knew that you were an open book and the pull of your lips was not one of content.
He walked over as you held your shorts to your chest, putting his hands on your shoulders as your eyes avoided his own. “Why are you staring at a pair of shorts? Because if you are thinking what I am certain you are, you know I can’t stand for that…” Shane hummed, shaking his head solemnly as you began shaking your head. You squealed childishly as he began kissing all over your face, his scruff ticking the round of your cheeks and causing you to laugh. The shorts were long forgotten, Shane laughing with you as he wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you into a hug. “Are you done blaming your pants for what happened in high school?” He poked fun, making you smile into his neck, leaning into his embrace.
“I don’t know honestly, I think I am coping pretty well,” you retorted sarcastically as he pulled back from your soft frame. He sighed, bending down to pick up the denim and looking at it, then back at you with a puzzled expression. “I have never seen you wear these,” Shane remarked. As your opened your mouth to respond, Shane dropped his cargo shorts and began putting on the stereotypical short-shorts. “Shane, what are you doing?” Your voice was uneven with laughter, watching him pull the high thigh shorts on and place his hands on his hips. “I am going to wear these tonight to show you that nobody cares that you have plump thighs, have you seen my legs? The only thing they’re going to think is ‘he has really fallen off the deep end this time!” Shane grinned as you shook your head, picking his comfortably stretched cargo shorts, “and these are mine tonight?” He nodded, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I don’t want you to feel the way you do, so I am going to help you get to this point.” Again looking at his hairy legs in the particularly tight shorts you laughed, taking his pants as you walked off to find another shirt to wear. From the bedroom you heard Shane call, “don’t ever say I don’t love you!”
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Hey everyone, thanks for reading this!! I really enjoyed writing this as a plus sized person, I hope I wrote the plus size experience best I could. Thanks for reading, and please remember that my requests are still open!!!
Tw: talks of weight, insecurity in body size, Shane being sad
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Idk what anyone says Shane has a dad bod- chubby mans
Since the rest of the men in the town are mostly skinny and scrawny, or look like it, he is probably painfully insecure.
He wears baggy clothes and lazy stuff to come off as nonchalant, but he knows the alcohol and pizza are catching up to him
Even though Shane isn't like- 40,he doesn't get around as well as he did when he was just in his twenties
Losing weight has become a struggle and so he just sits in misery
Until his beloved farmer shows up; let's just say he'll pick up and get to exercisin' for you
Do you care? Absolutely not, he's like a big ol' bear and in your heart it's comforting.
But nonetheless Shane wakes up early every morning on the farm in the hopes of sweating/working off some weight
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🍯Your bed was cold again. Again. You noticed this previous mornings, and the mornings before those as well. The big bear man you made your personal stuffed animal seemed to be picking himself up earlier than you every morning and carrying himself elsewhere. As if you weren't already cold, the moment your feet hit the floor you remembered the harsh fall cold that kissed the wood of your home. Quiet sounds of feet followed you into your main room, seeing the reminiscents of a fire that Shane must've lit when he got up.
You pushed on your husband's fall boots, not bothering to tie them since that would take too much energy. The fleece blanket you at swiped from your large bed was still snug around your shoulders, opening your door to spy at your husband's rigorous work. He was pulling the weeds from now clean plots, a garden hoe in one hand to help him stand up once he was done crouching on the ground. You pressed your lips together, almost to think about your words before you poked at Shane. He seemed to catch sight out of his peripheral vision, standing up quickly to shoot you a short wave of acknowledgement.
You opened your arms, urging him over for what was implied as a morning hug. He stomped over, ache apparent in the way he almost shuffled over to you. "You're up early hun," he said while placing a hand on his hip. "And you're up earlier, what's up with you lately Shane?" The government name does not appear in normal conversation, normally it's "my sweet" or "pumpkin", while your arms fell to your side. He scratched his head, leaning on the garden tool in his hand as he contemplated a response. "Shane I will eat your Pepper Poppers if you don't spit it out right now," a confident declaration as he replied quickly, "well I surely don't need them."
The look on your face quickly shifted from one of irritation to worry, sighing quietly as you understood what he meant by his statement. "Pumpkin," you looked at him, face in a pout as you stepped forward to get closer to him. "I know what you're implying, and I would like to say first and foremost I married you the way I met you." As you spoke to him his eyes shifted to the ground, the tips of his ears dusting a shade of red; embarrassment. "Hey hey hey," your hands reached for his face as to get his attention back on you, "if you are doing this because you think I- or the town- thinks 'your too big' then you are wrong. Everyone loves you still. You are important and your body is still you, I will adore you whether I could find you understand a tree or picking at her hives."
The last remark caused a sleepy smile to stretch across his slightly chapped lips, finally looking at you and nodding. "I used to help out anyway- but I think I'm getting overboard now.." He confessed, nodding as you stroked his cheek bones affectionately. "Now let's go in and eat your pepper poppers cause now I'm thinking about them." Your husband let out his usual dry laugh as he took one of your hands into his and squeezed, "anything for hun."
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I really enjoyed writing this, I wasn't sure if I should do chubby reader or Shane- but if you guys like this I would be more than willing to write one with a chubby reader too!! Thank you for reading and have a sweet day!
But I may have finally managed to rearrange my thoughts and time into something competent enough to write-
A few updates about stuff!!
I will now write for the JoJo's fandom(parts 1 - 4) as well as Legend of Zelda (any character bc I don't do smut)
I will not be writing for MHA any longer, I have reflected on the fandom and started understanding that there are a lot of flaws I cannot get over.
I STILL WRITE FOR EVERYTHING ELSE- I AM NOT COMFORTABLE WRITING HARD NSFW BUT IMPLIED IS STILL OKAY (will have a trigger warning before hand)
I am, again, open for requests and comments for fics- reader can be anything besides an oc. If you would like to have a specific attribute abt your character pls do tell (poc, tall/short, body size, etc.)
I shouldn't cause you're rather aggressive @get-frickin-rekt but I am a kind soul who wants Lady Demitrescu to step on me as well. Enjoy
(Also I don't do ocs but I based it off your oc rat)
When she sees me
Lady Demitrescu x fem!reader
Warnings: cursing, age difference
"you smile like an idiot when you see her"
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The fifth Lord, that's what you were. Well- that wasn't a very accurate title nor term to what you were within the dysfunctional family Miranda had morphed and fleshed out in some vicious attempt to bring back her daughter. You were what the Cadou made you. Like all the other Lords, Moreau being the exception, you had some human traits like form and appearance along with your temperament with the other Lords. As much as you were perceived to be a Lord and you technically had your own home, you often mingled with the fair Lady Alcina; it was mostly just pleasant conversation over her well made Sanguis Virginis.
But as said, you were made- altered by the Cadou, like becoming a rather tall vampire lady and... Capturing the eyes of- no one. You add the ability to manipulate Spiders and their webs, similar to the way the three youngest Demitrescu's daughters were with the flies. It was a mutation that you often found yourself playing around with, stealing things from Heisenberg to please Alcina or simply freaking him out with the largest spider you could pinpoint in his factory. It was a secret, but Karl Heisenberg had a terrible case of Arachnophobia; it was pretty embarrassing to watch.
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"You super sized-" was mostly what you pinpointed from the the argument going on from your position beside Alcina's seat, glancing up at the Lady's expressions to make sure that Heisenberg hadn't toed the line.. Which he definitely had before. "Listen here you mutt loving maniac," Alcina shot back which almost earned a laugh from you, "we both know that Mother Miranda has a plan and we must trust it. You can't do anything anyway Karl." From her throne Miranda nodded in agreement, along with Moreau who was nodding more vigorously than even the Mother was. "Since Alcina pointed out an undeniable fact this meeting is over, I have more things to do than listen to you two argue." That was pretty much the end of the meeting, it was almost a flash of feathers and Miranda was gone from your constantly dulled vision, Alcina sighed in displeasure as she turned on her feels and wisked herself away from her fellow family members.
It was quiet, near silent, since it seemed like everyone had left while you were staring at Alcina- then the annoying rumble of Heisenberg's voice interrupted your thoughts."You smile like an idiot when you see her," He pointed out with a grin and the tilt of the cigar in his mouth, "even with these sunglasses on I can see those pearly whites (Y/n)." You knew it was true, even quiet Donna accompanied by less quiet Angie had pointed it out after one of the meetings- Moreau had stared with confusion which was enough for you to understand everyone had noticed. "Fuck- I know that Karl," you hesitated slightly, "I am an idiot around her. Ya know, I don't even like Sanguis Virginis! I just drink it to talk to her more..." For a moment he stared, then let out his wretched laugh, "I've seen you drink it you Arachni-freak. It's obvious."
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You almost could hear her voice as you stared up at Lady Demitrescu's figure, knowing you were doing the usual smile as you fawned over her and stopped listening to anything really. "My dear? Are you alright? Did you get into the Wine? I know you like it but I didn't think you liked it that much," you knew you were flaking out- dazed in confused by the presence of this woman. "No, my Lady, I'm simply basking in your warmth." You could see the surprised glances of the little Maidens as they skittered away in fear, unsure of what Alcina was going to say about the uncalled for comment from her favorite Lord. She laughed, the melodic chant of joy was a gift from the heavens themselves. "I appreciate the comment my lovely, but there's no warmth coming from me," she declared a more than likely true fact and one you wished you had known.
You laughed as well, rubbing your flushed face before stating another true fact to the fair Lady. "My Lady, I cannot confirm nor deny that fact considering I have yet to hold onto you in any fashion." Alcina quirked her head, thinking for a moment before offering out her larger than life hand for you to hold; which you didn't take any time clasping onto. It was cool, though not cold like Cassandra or Bela or Daniela. Soft as well, only the hand that a mother would have it seemed. "You aren't warm, no my Lady, but I could change that if you so wished," you proposed to her with hopeful thinking and a smile. All you got as a nod, and her own hand clasped around yours as she began to talk about something else, chirping on about getting a new Maiden and making up a new batch of your favorite wine.
You knew Lady Demitrescu was needed elsewhere when, in near unison, her daughters called out to her for they needed assistance. She let go of your hand, standing up to her usual full height in which you followed by standing as well. Surprising you more than anything that day, was when Alcina bent over to press a kiss to your upper cheek. "You know (Y/n), you could've just asked to hold my hand."
How about a short Donna x reader fluff thingy where reader flirts with Donna who obviously isn’t used to it
Idk have fun with it
Honestly, I absolutely love Donna and I think she's a cutie- so I'm super excited to write this. Thanks for the request!
You're A Doll
Donna Beneviento x gn!reader
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Donna Beneviento, one of the four Lords that ruled under the infamous Mother Miranda- a powerful figure that was pressed on as a monster and someone to fear. Miranda at least made all of them seem as such, heartless beasts that could bite your head off; and for that reason her word should law. This youngest addition to Miranda's circus was anything but a monster, or at least that's what Y/n thought. They had previously been a doll maker within the village, growing up with a family with many children they found doll making came in very very handy.
Donna had met them by accident, or stumbled upon their existence when she had seen them with a pretty porcelain doll with black hair and fair skin. Angie pointed them out at first, cackling as she usually did at the fact that the doll looked exactly like Donna it deemed.. Though she loved it. She was always so lonely besides Angie, and sometimes solitude was better than her. There was a sudden decision that she wanted that villager and that one specifically. Donna had little to no idea that not only they'd become close, but Y/n would slowly grow fond of their company- more than just two friends.
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The Beneviento household was mostly silently, besides Y/n turning the page of their book or something along those lines. Donna wasn't sitting very close to them, though it was close enough to where they could obviously tell that they weren't reading. In the bit of time that they'd made their home there, Y/n had managed to develope a crush of sorts on the shy woman. Who couldn't? She was sweet, and definitely somebody that said things that were unintentionally kind. Her ways of showing affectionate were wonderful, from playing with their hair when they were working on a new doll for her to holding their face when they got frustrated- it caused a sea of butterflies in their belly.
Donna peaked over at Y/n yet again, finally piping up to see if they were really that deep in thought. "What are you thinking about Y/n?" Donna asked timidly, as she usually does, tilting her head and folding her hands into her lap as she awaited a response from them. "You," They said before their eyes widened and the looked over at Lady Beneviento quickly as a blush brushed over their face. Donna's face was now a bright shade of red as she stared at the floor, obviously not used to someone- anyone saying something like that to her.
"It wasn't bad was it? Did I say something stupid?" Her words held the weight of worry very obviously, nervously tapping her fingers before her favorite doll maker stood up and walked over to calm her down. Y/n crouched in front of her then gently took her hand into their own, and reached up to move her face so she'd look at them. "No, Lady Beneviento, it was all wonderful things. Like how the new veil you go for Angie looks wonderful, and that you look wonderful when you're smiling."
Another wave of blush was apparent on her face, causing her favorite doll maker to giggle at her. "I could never think bad about you Donna.." They admitted, tilting their head up at her. "Promise?" Donna asked meekly, causing Y/n to giggle again. "Promise."
