older .ᐟ leon kennedy is as desperate as a man can be for the taste of his much younger wife’s soft pussy. he’s truly weak in the knees and desperate to get his tongue coated in your sweet dripping juices. once his handsome face, with his graying stubble tingling your thighs (which you’ve grown fond of) is buried fully in you, beautifully and perfectly unshaved, naked, leon’s bulging cock throbs painfully in his pants, impatiently turned on.
he loves your pussy and he loves to eat it out loud, grunting and moaning as if you’re his first meal of the day. on his knees too, right where he wants to be the most; in his place of worship and sacred haven, between your thighs, in the living room, drunk on his cute wife’s pussy, at two in the morning. he’s safe from harm. when leon gets a taste of it, he turns into a depraved man. a filthy animal who wants to worship and drown in sweetness, back to his instincts.
leon gets an irresistible urge to seek release immediately. to pull down his pants and spit in the palm of his hand. to grab his length in a tight grip and fuck himself with his sticky wet fist and tongue squeezed inside your walls. he slurps your pretty cunt out of every ounce of juice, sucking on the soft lips of your cunt, and he spoils your needy little clit, so sensitive and swollen.
there’s so much depravity. a man nearing fifty years old, gone through the hardships of life, kneeling down his younger wife, his princess, his sweet girl, with your squirt dripping down his chin— that rough fist of his, still around his cock, coated in your pussy juices and his spit rubbed even down his balls. it hurts like hell to be so turned on from feeling the softness of your pussy lips inside his mouth. there’s no other way to lube himself up, without having the head of his cock coated in your sweetness. he’s always been the type of man to please and cum a handful from giving.
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thinking about. . . being dmc5 dante’s younger girlfriend
cw: age gap, mentions of drinking, established relationship, daddy kink, p in v, butt stuff lol, cunnilingus, probably ooc, breeding kink, use of (y/n), brat tamer Dante
18+ MDNI
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٠࣪⭑ meeting Dante was like finding God. he managed to fill every man shaped void in that big ol’ heart of yours.
٠࣪⭑ you’d always wear cute outfits for him. red bows in your hair, short skirts, low cut blouses, pretty tights, a dainty necklace with a cursive “D” sitting prettily on your chest. lots of layers and accessories. looking good for Dante was something you care a lot about. he is of course, very stylish (•ᴗ<˶)✧₊ ⊹
٠࣪⭑ the way he’d let you cling onto him in every situation. feet hurt? no problem! Dante will carry you anywhere you need to go. feeling shy in public? no problem! Dante’s broad shoulders and big biceps are perfect for you to hide behind :D
٠࣪⭑ Dante has the best nicknames for you: sweetheart, darling, love, angel, princess, babygirl
٠࣪⭑ he was gentle with you in a way no one had ever seen from him
٠࣪⭑ there was one time you guys were out on a date, you had on a pair of brand new tights you were so excited to wear, and within a few hours they got snagged and had a hole in them :(
٠࣪⭑ tears welled up in your eyes, you spent so much time on your outfit and it was ruined!
٠࣪⭑ Dante crouched down to your level, and wiped your tears away with his thumbs. “c’mon sweetheart, it’s okay, don’t cry.” he said with that smooth voice of his, “you still look so beautiful. if anything, distressed tights are kinda sexy, yeah?” he suggested, finally making you look up so your eyes met his.
you couldn’t help but crack a smile.
“I love seein’ that pretty smile of yours,” he said, a grin on his lips as well, “my sweet girl.”
٠࣪⭑ you both are very much into pda. it doesn’t matter who’s around, you’re always touching Dante somehow. holding onto his arm, sitting on his lap, wrapping your arms around his slutty little waist
٠࣪⭑ you guys are obnoxiously loud about your love for each other, the constant flirting was relentless
٠࣪⭑ you loved the way his stubble would tickle your skin. whether he was kissing your lips or between your thighs, it felt amazing
٠࣪⭑ speaking of! Dante is an eater. a very generous, talented eater. he never knew how starving he was til he met you, and ever since he can’t go a day without getting a taste
٠࣪⭑ he knows exactly where to kiss, lick, touch. he knows when to add fingers to the mix and when you’re close. knows how to talk you through your orgasms (yes. multiple.)
٠࣪⭑ “baby, you taste so good. so sweet,” he’d groan against your thighs, coaxing you through your first orgasm
“c’mon sweet girl, give it to me. wanna taste it, wanna taste you.”
٠࣪⭑ his voice and words alone could make you cum
٠࣪⭑ you enjoy taking care of each other, it’s your love language. Dante would make sure you eat three meals a day every day, get tucked into bed every night, and that all your needs are met.
٠࣪⭑ you on the other hand help watch his health, an old man like him needs to monitor his cholesterol! you keep Devil May Cry in tidy shape, and hold down the fort when he is out on missions.
٠࣪⭑ being in a relationship was good for Dante. he wants to provide for you, you motivate him to work on paying off his debts and make sure the bills get paid. he can’t leave his girl in a home without power!
٠࣪⭑ you keep Dante feeling young. you love to go out a lot! shopping, restaurants, bars, clubs. he wasn’t sure how he felt about it at first but quickly grew fond of outings with you
٠࣪⭑ he loves how you get all dolled up to go out with him and he loves drinking with you. the way you dance on him and are so needy for his attention after a few drinks, he knows he is in for a treat when you get home
٠࣪⭑ and he’s so gentle with you when you’re under the influence. i mean he’ll be rough if you ask him to ;) but he does everything possible to make sure you’re safe and comfortable
٠࣪⭑ on the other hand, if you’ve had too much to drink he’ll help you put on your cute hello kitty jammies, brush your hair and teeth, and take off your makeup before bed. and when you wake up there’s a glass of water and a bottle of Advil on your nightstand waiting for you
٠࣪⭑ it took you awhile to feel fully comfortable around Dante. since he is a beautiful man around twenty years your senior, he was quite intimidating in that way
٠࣪⭑ but once you did get comfortable and he got a glimpse of the not so innocent side of you, he wanted to know more
٠࣪⭑ “so um, Dante, I was wondering..” you trailed off one day when the two of you were cuddling on his couch, your hand lazily drawing circles on his chest.
“wondering what, sweetheart?” his voice was so smooth and husky, you felt more nervous than before.
“i-if you don’t want to, that’s totally okay, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but um..” you fiddled with your fingers, “I was wondering if you’d be willing to like…”
the end of your sentence was a quiet mumble and he couldn’t quite hear you.
“what was that? you gotta speak up sweetheart. don’t be shy I won’t judge.”
“I want you to fuck me in the ass!” you blurted out quickly before hiding your face behind your hands.
٠࣪⭑ that was information you should’ve never revealed to Dante. he had never had a woman tell him that before. ever. so to say he was excited is an understatement.
٠࣪⭑ he goes all out. buys you all sorts of toys, like a pretty pink glass butt plug
٠࣪⭑ Dante always makes sure you’re relaxed and comfortable. he eases you into it, even if you’re eager he is persistent on being gentle
٠࣪⭑ “I’ll start nice ‘n slow for you baby. gotta make sure my sweet girl is comfortable, I want you to feel good.”
٠࣪⭑ Dante is so overprotective
٠࣪⭑ don’t even think about asking him to take you on a ride on his motorcycle.
“absolutely not.”
“why not?” you whined, it was rare that Dante told you no.
“it’s dangerous baby, the last thing I’m gonna do is put my sweet girl in a risky situation.” he’d tell you with a stern look on his face.
٠࣪⭑ but don’t worry, he’ll make it up to you! the best way he knows how.
٠࣪⭑ he’d pull you onto his face his lap and pepper your face with soft kisses, his stubble tickling your cheeks making you giggle and push him away
“okay, okay! I’ll stop asking, just quit it!” you squealed between laughs.
٠࣪⭑ you loooove sitting on his lap. Dante is sooo warm and big, being engulfed in his muscular arms and burying your face in his chest feels so good
٠࣪⭑ despite what others may assume, Dante smells amazing. maybe it’s the pheromones, but his natural musk is enough to make you drool
٠࣪⭑ you’re so down bad for him. it shocks everyone including him. he would come home covered in demon blood, sweat, and dirt, and despite that you’d immediately embrace him the second he walked through the front door.
“Dante!” you shouted, wrapping your arms around his large frame.
“hey sweetheart,” he’d say, a hand patting your head lovingly before he gently tries push you away. “baby, I’m so disgusting. lemme take a quick shower then we can cuddle, yeah?”
“no!” you whined, “missed you. smell so good. can’t let you go, need you so bad. thought about you every day.” you mumbled, face pressed against his chest.
he’d just sigh and pick you up, if you wouldn’t let go then you’d just have to join him in the shower.
٠࣪⭑ the first time you called him daddy he was caught off guard.
“c’mon pleaaase,” you whined, begging him to take you out to your favorite club. it was a Saturday night for God’s sake, there was no way you could stay home and do nothing! “I’ll be a good girl for you daddy, promise.”
Dante’s eyes narrowed, “what did you just call me?”
you looked up at him with a pout on your lips, “what? don’t like when i call you that, daddy?”
he scoffed, meeting your gaze with his own, his pupils blown wide. “oh you poor sweet girl, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”
“why don’t you show me then, daddy.”
let’s just say you didn’t go out that night.
٠࣪⭑ I think when you first started dating Dante and you met Nero and Vergil, they’d be hesitant about your relationship. you’re so young and Dante is so old
٠࣪⭑ but when they got to know you, they too fell for your charm and saw why Dante is so in love with you
٠࣪⭑ now that doesn’t mean they understand why you’re in love with him, but they were supportive nonetheless
٠࣪⭑ Dante would be eager to propose. he loves you so much and has never felt this way about anyone before
٠࣪⭑ he’d definitely go to Nero and Kyrie for advice on how to propose, they seem to know a thing or two about long term romance
٠࣪⭑ he’d take on extra missions to afford a nice ring for you. for once Dante has motivation!
٠࣪⭑ unfortunately after all of his planning, his extravagant proposal plans fell through. he was just too excited by the thought of you being his fiancé, his wife.
٠࣪⭑ despite him proposing to you in the middle of the night outside of a shitty 24 hour diner, you were elated and said yes as soon as he got down on one knee and popped open the box.
it went something like this:
“that sundae was so good! I love going out for sweet treats with you.” you gushed, holding his arm tight and cuddling into his side as he walked you to the passenger side of his car.
you looked so beautiful with your messy hair, drowning in one of his t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants. Dante couldn’t help but admire you. you make his chest feel warm, you give him purpose, you make him feel human.
when you reached the car, he hesitated opening your door for just a moment.
“Dante? is something wrong?”
he looked as if he was deep in thought.
“No, I..” his voice trailed off, “fuck.” he swore quietly before turning to face you and grabbing your hands.
“I wanted this to go differently, but I can’t wait any longer.”
he let go of your hands, dropping onto one knee and reaching into his pocket to pull out a black velvet box, opening it to reveal a beautiful ring. his hands were slightly shaky as he held it up to you.
“(y/n), I knew from the second I met you-”
“yes, yes yes yes yes yes! oh my god yes!!!” you squealed, throwing yourself into his arms and hugging him tightly.
“baby! I had a whole speech prepared, don’t you wanna hear it?”
“sorry! I couldn’t wait!” you kissed every inch of his face before finally pulling him in for a steamy kiss. it’s not unlike you guys to makeout in public.
when you finally pulled away, you gave him a wild look before leaning up to his ear and whispering, “so, you wanna show me what being your wife entails?”
٠࣪⭑ having that ring changed something in you.
٠࣪⭑ the second you made it home, all clothes were off immediately! no time for foreplay! you had the entire drive home to get worked up for him.
٠࣪⭑ “mmm c’mon, daddy! give it to me. want you so bad, wanna be a good girl for you!” you babbled, already so needy for his dick from his mere touch.
٠࣪⭑ “be patient sweetheart, I wanna show you how much I love you.” he mumbled against your skin, lips leaving sloppy wet kisses from your neck down to your tits.
he went to take one into his mouth but you grabbed both sides of his face and pulled him up to face you.
“no time for that, i need you right now Dante, please!” you reached for his dick, trying to align him with your entrance but failing. he was much stronger than you.
“stop being such a damn brat and let daddy do what he wants.” he growled.
“can’t stop! need you inside me, wanna be your wife, want you to breed me, wanna have your babies!”
٠࣪⭑ oh!
٠࣪⭑ say less!
٠࣪⭑ he immediately folds
٠࣪⭑ “fuck, anything for you sweetheart. gonna make you my wife and a mommy, promise. just be a good girl for me and daddy will take care of you.”
˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary ꒱ ˎˊ˗ When the pregnancy cravings get bad Leon is there to save the day, even if it’s three in the morning ᝰ.ᐟ
You’re eight months pregnant, your back constantly hurts, your hips ache, you can’t move without feeling out of breath and right now? you desperately want a big, juicy burger with extra everything, even if it’s nearly three in the morning and your boyfriend is half asleep.
“The baby wants it,” you told Leon with a sheepish smile, and that was all it took for him to get up and grab his jacket and car keys.
“Well, what the baby wants, the baby gets.”
It doesn’t take him long before he’s strolling back into your shared Racoon City apartment, where the water pressure has a mind of its own and the appliances are all hanging on by a thread. It’s not perfect, but it’s home: baby scans hanging up on the fridge and your hospital bag packed and ready to go, sitting by the front door because Leon wanted to be ready.
“Your order, my queen.” He grins ever so charmingly, standing in the doorway of your bedroom with your food. He graces you with the greasy paper bag, placing it in front of you where you’re sitting cross-legged on the bed.
“Thank you so much,” you beam in pure, genuine excitement over a crappy 24-hour diner burger, of all things, and, honestly, it makes Leon go all warm with pride that he gets to be the one who puts that smile on your face.
He shrugs his jacket off, hanging it up on the back of the door before leaning behind you to press a kiss to your temple, his hands resting on your shoulders. “Don’t have to thank me, pretty girl.” He whispers against your hair, pressing another kiss there before pulling back.
You rummage through the bag, finding the burger and instantly dig in whilst Leon strips off to his boxers before settling back into the warmth of your shared bed, lying on his side, propped up on his elbow. His blue eyes soften at the sight of you, hair pulled up messily, maternity shirt stretched over your baby bump, chowing down in the early hours of the morning without a care.
“You look so gorgeous like this,” he grins into his palm.
You snort a laugh, shaking your head. “I’m huge, Leon.”
“Yeah? Still gorgeous.” He replies without missing a single beat, and you can’t help but roll your eyes at him. “I’m being serious; you’re the hottest woman alive.”
“I’m the size of a house, and I’m scoffing down a burger at three in the morning like I haven’t eaten in weeks.” You tell him, taking another bite before adding, “I don’t feel very hot.”
“You don’t have to feel it, I’m telling you… I’m very attracted to what I’m seeing; you’re very sexy.” Then he’s pushing himself closer, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth where burger sauce had collected. “Even with sauce all over your mouth.”
You fight the urge to fling a pickle at his forehead when he pulls back and flashes you that smile, the same one that landed you here, heavy with his baby.
“You’re so silly,” you tell him, watching as he leans down to pepper your baby bump with soft kisses, his hands falling to your hips. “I love you.”
“I love you more,” he replies instantly, resting his chin on your bump, his eyes lighting up when he feels the baby- his baby- shift inside you. “Oh, I think that burger hit the spot.” He chuckles, cooing all sorts of tender nonsense at your tummy.
“Yeah, it did,” you hum, wiping your fingers with a napkin before cupping his face to kiss him as another ‘thank you’ and he melts into you with a content hum, the happiest he’s ever been.
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AN: the idea of Leon being a young father is very dear to me.
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Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Leon's obsession with you pushes him to new extremes...and you like it?
Word Count: 2.4k
Tags: stalking, obsessive behavior, voyeurism, somnophilia vibes, yandere Leon
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Leon
It was serendipitous, really, how the two of you met. A coffee shop of all places, where your knuckles brushed up against his when you both reached for your drinks at the same time. Like some god forsaken rom-com.
You wrapped those pretty pink lips around the mouth of the cup’s lid, and it only took one sip to realize that the bitter dark roast scalding your tongue was not the vanilla latte, extra sweet, you had ordered at the register.
The baristas had switched up your drinks, scribbling your name on his black coffee and his on your sugary delight. He gave you the drink–your drink–in his hand, untouched and unsipped, and you apologized to him in that honeyed voice of yours, offering to walk up to the counter and ameliorate the mishap with a fresh cup on you.
He didn’t let you pay for another cup of coffee, however, coming up with the age-old excuse of running late for work, which he was, to hide the fact that he was perfectly content to drink from the same lid your luscious mouth had touched. A smudge of glittery lipgloss he couldn’t wait to kiss.
You giggled as you accepted his counter-offer of giving him your number, and you scribbled the digits on a napkin, signing it with your name and a dainty heart beside it.
He swore he could still smell your perfume, lingering in his nostrils for days after the encounter. And every time he shut his lids, for a split second or for the five hours he attempted what he once knew as sleep, he saw your face. That angelic glow of your skin. The way your smile was so wide it made lines appear by your eyes. And your eyes…
So he took you out on a proper date. Dinner under candlelight. A nightcap at a gelato shop your friend or coworker–he can’t remember who–recommended. It wasn’t until your third rendez-vous, a walk around the park during his lunch break because he couldn’t wait for the word day to be over to see you again, when he noticed it. The stares. Leon was a handsome man, and he had experienced his fair share of ogling glances from men and women alike. But this time? These onlookers weren’t staring at him. They were staring at you.
You’re stunning, so of course you would draw attention. A few women muttered twinkling comments in passing. An elderly woman told Leon he was a lucky man to have such a gorgeous woman on his arm. It was all fine and dandy, and in fact, Leon liked it. It filled him with the bubbling warmth of pride. You were his, though he hadn’t explicitly told you yet, and you were beautiful–so beautiful that you made people stop what they were doing to comment on it.
Keep it coming, he thought.
But then a man walking his dog (that you reached down to pet, silly girl), wearing a band on his ring finger, which he tried to hide when he approached–bastard– and complimented you on your “out of this world” good looks.
A predator. A person like that–a man who would walk up to a woman who was so obviously involved with someone, that someone holding her hand–was dangerous. He was bold. And Leon wasn’t going to risk bumping into him on another lap around the pond.
“Let me walk you back to your office,” he suggested with a smile.
He fell hard. Like Alice down the rabbit hole. Bruised and battered. Dumb, drunk, and loopy in love.
Leon would trip every time the two of you stayed up till the witching hour, laughing and talking, exchanging stories of your respective upbringings, the heroic tales of his scars, how you hate your boss and your job and your coworkers, except for one who you get along with very well. You’d tell him about your college days and how you don’t know why you ended up with a dead-end job with no time for the hobbies you oh-so adore as someone with a degree and a steady head on her shoulders. And he’d tell you about how he ended up working for the government, the two of you bonding over broken plans and dreams that never came to fruition.
He’d tumble when you’d scream his name as his tongue lapped at your pussy, sopping wet and dripping just for him. Or when you’d ride him until he was seizing and crying beneath you.
And he just kept falling.
A sick little puppy he was, with all that love and no idea how to express it in a healthy way, or so his therapist said. The watching came first. He’d follow you home from work to make sure you arrived at your apartment safely, and around the grocery store just in case some pervert got the wrong idea and tried to talk you up in the canned goods aisle.
When he actually had to work and didn’t have enough time to properly devote to your guard, he installed the cameras. One in your living room, another in your bedroom, two covering every inch of the hallway between them–one of those facing the front door. They were miniscule, cutting-edge scions of technology. Undetectable.
He’d watch you from the device they came with, having it on-hand throughout the day, only turning it off when you were changing. Leon respected your boundaries, of course. He wasn’t a freak.
He just wanted to make sure you were safe and his.
You were a bit of a loner, just like he was, and he preferred it that way. No risk of any man swooping in to bump him out of the competition. He did have to worry about predators, however, because you were…naive. Too trusting. You’d smile at strangers, divulge personal information to people you’d only known for a day, and as charming as that was, Leon knew the dangers it could bring.
One afternoon, a handyman came by to fix your cable–something about wireless interference that made your television spaz. Leon was watching through the cameras, the device they were connected to propped up on his desk as he tapped away at his computer. Hunnigan had interrupted, knocking on his door to chat about some upcoming assignment he was sure to be put on, he wasn’t really paying attention toward the end of her spiel. Not when there was a strange man in your apartment, and especially not when the cameras had cut to static mid-conversation, and Leon had to muster all the strength in his body not to storm out of the office right then and there.
As soon as the clock struck five, he went straight from work to your place, where you opened the door with a cheshire grin on your lips, extra syrupy sweet when you locked eyes with him, and it washed away all his worries. Just seeing you, in your comfy clothes, completely at peace. It calmed his anxious heart.
Still, anything could have happened to you. Some old, most likely perverted man in your home, with you looking practically edible in those yoga pants…
He couldn’t stand you being so far away, so vulnerable. He had to do something about that. Now.
“Good day at work?” You asked from the kitchen as you prepared dinner for two.
“This place is kind of dingy, don’t you think?” He retorted, changing the subject. You chuckle and mutter something to yourself.
“I make you dinner and you insult my home? Not very nice manners you have there, mister.”
So cheeky. It makes his stomach flutter. He rises from the sofa, huffing a laugh as he steps toward the kitchen, settling on the other side of the counter so he can watch you gracefully chop a bell pepper.
“Oh, you know, I was just thinking. Maybe you’d wanna quit this place and move in with me?”
You swallow hard, your body tensing, and you set the knife down on the cutting board, your eyes falling with the blade.
“Oh,” is all you give him, the tone of your voice undistinguishable. “Wow, that’s…wow.”
“You were telling me how awful your landlord is, raising your rent without warning like that,” he reminds subtly. “What do you say?”
The unreadable expression on your face suddenly contorts into a smile, and you remove your hands from the counter to rest them on your hips. “When can I move in?”
Your job came next. It wasn’t hard for Leon to convince you to finally leave, especially when you were living with him, using the groceries he bought you, wearing the new clothes he surprised you with, not needing to worry about contributing a cent. So you put in your two-weeks notice, and every time you mentioned something about finding another job so you could pull your weight, he would quickly change the subject, or reassure you that he can take care of you both and more if need be.
No rush.
Take your time.
You deserve a break from working anyway.
Think of it like a vacation.
Really…no rush.
“I like coming home to you,” he said, joining you at the dining table, sitting down to a hot meal under the tall taper candles you had bought. And the candle holders. And the tablecloth.
Leon also liked the way you made his cold, bachelor apartment more like a home. It happened almost instantly, when the two of you merged lives and the last box was unpacked and taken down to the recycling bin. Then, bit by bit, you’d buy pillows for the sofa that matched the rug he definitely didn’t pick out himself, and the curtains he helped you hang. A plant or two to breathe life into the stuffy air of his industrial loft. A photo of you and Leon captured in a gilded frame, sitting on the bookshelf among a bunch of the cute trinkets you collect.
“And you cook like a dream,” he mumbled, mouth full of half-chewed food. “I could get used to this.”
You giggle, the twinkling sound bouncing against the sky-high ceilings, the white walls now broken up with framed artwork and photos of the two of you. “Just let me know if you ever get tired of it, and I’ll get out of your hair.”
He stalls, mid-bite, cinching his coarse, dark brows. You lean back in your chair, watching as he swallows hard. “I would never.”
“Get tired of me? Or tell me if you did?”
Leon shakes his head, incredulous. “Baby, no.” His brows release. “You’re not going anywhere, not if I have anything to do with it.”
And he meant it. He tried to not be controlling, like some gargantuan storm cloud hovering over your every move, but he couldn’t help how much he worried every time you left the apartment without him, every time you spoke to someone that wasn’t him.
And for some crazy reason, you didn’t seem to mind.
In fact, it seemed to turn you on every time he let one of his dark thoughts slip through the cracks in his cool exterior. You sank to your knees and sucked the soul out of his dick when he said he’d chop off the hands (and other precious limbs) of any man that so much as touched you. You sat on his face and rode his mouth till you came down his throat when he mentioned that he followed you home in his car after your fourth date, just to make sure you were safe on the road.
What he couldn’t divulge, however, was that he would sometimes sneak into your apartment in the middle of the night, picking the janky lock at the front door until he finally convinced you to get it changed and he could snag a copy of the new key.
He would watch you as you slept, memorizing the rise and fall of your chest as you breathed soundly, the little quiver of your lips as you dreamed. Other times, when his resolve was worn thin and maybe he got hit too hard on a mission and needed soft skin to touch, he’d get into bed with you and hold you tight against him, or sit on the edge of your mattress, and caress the locks of your hair splayed out across your pillowcase. Nothing more, of course. Again, he’s not a monster.
He just…loved…intensely.
Obviously, the next step was marriage, because in order for him to own you, body and soul, he had to put an obnoxiously large ring on your finger. The only thing better would be a fat baby on your hip, half-him, half-you, but for now, the diamond would have to suffice.
You were going to be his forever.
You
It was the building’s handyman that noticed the cameras, and it was an accident at that. Something about the interference with your television’s signal that led him to be suspicious of any other wireless technology in your apartment. He found the first one, tucked into one of the shelves of the bookcase in the corner of your bedroom, angled to give the watcher a perfect view of your bed.
He asked if you knew it was there, which you didn’t, but you said you did.
Because you knew who put it there.
The same man that followed you around the grocery store, on your commute to and from work, the man who shot daggers at anyone who looked at you the wrong way.
You were creeped out at first, sure, but the line between obsessive stalker and protective lover quickly blurred, and you began to find Leon’s little quirks rather charming. All they proved was that the man would do anything for you, to keep you safe, to take care of you, and you weren’t about to push that away.
Not when you had the opportunity to quit your lousy, dead-end job and move into a luxurious penthouse loft in the middle of the city. To be doted on and adored by the most attractive man you ever met. To be taken care of for the rest of your earthly life, never having to so much as lift a finger. So. you’ll keep this information close to your chest and let him continue to obsess.
Plus, Leon ate your pussy like his life depended on it. Ain’t no way you’re lettin’ that go.
god vergil holding your neck so softly, just wrapping his large, warm hand around your whole throat all while he’s teasingly probing his tongue into your mouth, licking your lips for permission. but you deny every single try, wanting to be the one that sets the pace. after a few tries to make the kiss even sloppier and messier, he finally applies pressure to the sides of your neck and the noises that leave your mouth electrocute his brain, so he instantly uses the chance to finally intertwine his tongue with yours. spit starts to dribble down your lips and you try to hold on to his wrist on your neck, a desperate attempt to ground yourself which he notices and supports you by wrapping his other hand around your waist and pulling you even closer to him. his hand moves down from your throat and meets the other on your back, desperately trying to press you even closer to him. eventually his hands move down along your back and he squeezes your ass, while groaning into your mouth at the first contact with your soft flesh.
thinking about being Nero’s emo!stoner! girlfriend
cw: established relationship, suggestive language, sfw and nsfw hcs, very self indulgent sorry! MDNI 18+
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⋆˚꩜｡ from the moment you met Nero, you were down BAD.
⋆˚꩜｡ he was a little intimidated by you at first, a feisty girl with severe rbf who’s covered in tattoos and is astonishingly beautiful!
⋆˚꩜｡ that feeling quickly went away when he realized you’re mean to everyone but him! ♡(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)♡
⋆˚꩜｡ He’s obsessed with your tattoos. Especially when you’re laying in bed together and he traces them absentmindedly while talking
⋆˚꩜｡ you love painting his nails and he doesn’t mind, especially because of how crazy it makes you. something about his big veiny hands being decorated with black nail polish gets you going
⋆˚꩜｡ Nero was never a fan of smoking. he’d get on Nico’s ass for smoking cigarettes in the car, but with you? you’re no cigarette smoker, but he’d let you smoke weed around him anytime, anywhere.
⋆˚꩜｡ begging him to split a joint with you, and when he agrees you take it as a big victory! especially when you see how sexy he is when he smokes (,,>﹏<,,)
⋆˚꩜｡ seeing old pictures of him from his late teens and being obsessed with his cute shaggy haircut and little angsty self
⋆˚꩜｡ “oh my god! you’re so cute! your hoodie and your hair! it’s like sam winchester’s!”
⋆˚꩜｡ which then leads to you pestering him about growing his hair out again so you can see for yourself
⋆˚꩜｡ and maybe you wanna run your fingers through it and pull on it..
⋆˚꩜｡ “what’s wrong with my hair now?”
“nothing baby, it’s just..” you plant your fingers on his scalp and gently pull on his white locks, “harder to grab onto.”
let’s just say he then proved to you that it’s not so hard (,,¬﹏¬,,)
⋆˚꩜｡ teasing Nero about thinking Dante is attractive
⋆˚꩜｡ when you finally meet Dante it’s something along the lines of, “wow! i see good looks run in the family”
⋆˚꩜｡ which, Dante of course loves, but Nero is gagging and telling you (respectfully) to shut up
⋆˚꩜｡ to which you just giggle and say, “yes sir!”
⋆˚꩜｡ he realizes he’s genuinely in love with you during a quiet night when you’re sitting on the floor in one of his hoodies painting his nails while music plays quietly in the background. he looks at you and thinks …oh i’m completely fucked.
⋆˚꩜｡ speaking of, he loves when you wear his clothes. he purposefully started leaving things at your apartment because he noticed whenever he did, you’d have it on the next time he saw you! and he thinks you look sexy beautiful ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧
⋆˚꩜｡ VERY OCCASIONALLY you enjoy a drunk cigarette from Nico, but you blow smoke away from him dramatically because he hates the smell.
“Can’t have my pretty boy’s lungs ruined.” you tease.
“You literally smoke weed around me every day.”
“That’s different!”
⋆˚꩜｡ you’re kind of a freak, which caught him off guard at first cause, i mean bro was raised in a religious cult that his first love was also raised in. he was somewhat sheltered. so when you come into his life, and force his hand onto your throat the first time you make out he does not know how to react (⸝⸝⸝╺﹏╺⸝⸝⸝)
⋆˚꩜｡ his lips are on yours moving with intense hunger, you’re sitting happily in his lap grinding against him. his hand is roaming from your waist to your chest, squeezing gently earning a groan from you. you quickly grab his hand and move it around your throat, letting out a choked little moan against his lips. Nero quickly pulls back with a terrified look on his face, causing you to stop abruptly.
“oh my god, i’m so sorry! did i make you uncomfortable?? we can stop nero, I’m so sorry, really i didn’t mean to upset you!” you speak quickly, borderline panicking that you made your sweet, loving boyfriend uncomfortable with your kinks.
“u-um no, no it’s okay! do you.. like that?” he asked, his cute head cocking to the side a little. you blush and look away, confirming his suspicions. “I was just scared to hurt you, baby. please don’t get all shy on me. that was fucking sexy. can we keep going?”
your lips were interlocked and his hand was gripping your throat again within two seconds.
⋆˚꩜｡ as time goes on he starts to adapt to your freaky ways. he himself develops a few questionable habits. like having a growing collection of panties you left at his house
⋆˚꩜｡ you love how loud and angry he can be sometimes, you think it’s so cute! especially because it’s never directed at you
⋆˚꩜｡ “c’mon baby, you’re so worked up.” you’d say, running your hands over his tense shoulders, “let me help with that.”
⋆˚꩜｡ the answer is always yes of course (>ᴗ•) !
⋆˚꩜｡ you and Nero would have matching nails sometimes! if you got a pretty blue set done (wonder why you chose that color) he’d have you paint his to match
⋆˚꩜｡ he’d get teased by Dante and Nico for being such a softie with you, but they’d be lying if they said they didn’t think you guys were perfect together
⋆˚꩜｡ they appreciate how you mellow him out and help him navigate his emotions (˶>⩊<˶)
⋆˚꩜｡ Nero would 10000% support your trinket collection. in fact, he’d help you grow it.
⋆˚꩜｡ “look baby. I found this today at a shop I passed by, thought you’d like it.” he said, handing you a small box.
“OHMYGOD NERO A SONNY ANGEL??? THANK YOU THANK YOU!”
⋆˚꩜｡ you had to reward him for his good behavior of course! what better way than the world’s sloppiest, wettest head?! just how he likes it (˶˃⤙˂˶)
⋆˚꩜｡ Nero doesn’t seem to know your actual name. he’s incapable of calling you anything other than baby, princess, sweetheart, the list goes on!
⋆˚꩜｡ whenever he was on a mission you weren’t apart of, you’d stay up all night until he got home. making sure your man is fed a good meal (if you know what i mean) and given lots of cuddles as soon as he gets home!
⋆˚꩜｡ Nero is extremely clingy. he can’t be around you and not touch you. laying in bed next to him? his arms are wrapped around you and he’s using your tits as a pillow. sitting next to him in Nico’s van? he’s got a hand on your thigh or an arm around your shoulder. not enough room for you all to sit somewhere? no problem! you’re happy to take his lap
⋆˚꩜｡ he’s a big eater. Nero couldn’t give a fuck about his own needs, all he cares about is you! he could eat your pussy for hours if you let him. and why wouldn’t you with how skilled he is??? he’ll have his lips around your clit and two fingers pumping in and out of you so fast and so perfectly, you’ll cum all over him in so time. and he laps up every drop.
⋆˚꩜｡ Nero’s also a big switch. you wanna top him, edge him for hours, smack him around as you ride his dick?? yes ma’am! you wanna be dommed, screaming as he pounds you from behind with a fist full of your hair, calling him daddy with tears running down your rosy cheeks? yes ma’am! anything for you
⋆˚꩜｡ you’re no better. you can’t resist him. you’d do anything he asked, you’re down astronomically bad!
⋆˚꩜｡ you have no shame about PDA. you’ll plant kisses all over his face, run your hands all over him, have a constant grip on his big biceps ( ˘ ³˘) it doesn’t matter where you are, or who’s around. if you wanna touch and kiss your man you will! and he doesn’t seem to mind
⋆˚꩜｡ during a recent mission, you had to split up and ended up partnered with Dante. as soon as you were back at the van and saw Nero there waiting for you, you ran into his arms so fast you almost took the poor boy down!
“how’s my sweet girl? are you hurt anywhere?” he asks with his face buried in your hair.
“nope! Dante protected me, not a single scratch!” you said excitedly, pulling away from him for a second to wink at your protector.
Nero was trying to give his thanks to Dante, but you started climbing him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. you took in his scent, groaning at how good he smelled and started to kiss his neck and all over his face, making it quite difficult for him to talk.
“baby, relax!”
“can’t. i missed you soooo much!” you whined and continued to smother him.
“gross. why don’t you two get a room?” dante teased from behind.
“fuck you old man!” you glared.
“hey! i’m not old!”
⋆˚꩜｡ i think the second y’all hit your one year anniversary he starts planning a proposal. he wants to make you his wife so bad.
⋆˚꩜｡ you two definitely have a playlist together full of songs that remind you of one another ( ≧ᗜ≦)
⋆˚꩜｡ late night drives are one of your favorite things to do together! go get a midnight snack? cruise with the windows down and the music up? pull over on the side of the road and fuck in the backseat? well yes!
⋆˚꩜｡ you beg him to come to come inside you every time! you NEED it. he was nervous at first, but you assured him you’re on birth control, and now? he can’t fuck you without filing you up
⋆˚꩜｡ Nero always smells amazing. i feel like he wears Burberry Hero or YSL Y, something fancy cause he loves smelling good for you. his hygiene is impeccable!
⋆˚꩜｡ he loves all the fragrances you wear. when you have something new on he’ll be all over you, face in your neck and your tits, groaning and asking what you have on cause you smell heavenly. even when you smell like incense and weed, he thinks you smell amazing and can’t get enough of you
⋆˚꩜｡ Nero loves your sense of style. your tattoos, the way you do your makeup, the clothes you wear. lots of chunky shoes, ripped tights, oversized band hoodies and he thinks you look adorable!
⋆˚꩜｡ he’ll give you his old collection of band merch from when he was in high school and you scream with excitement and never take them off
⋆˚꩜｡ loves fucking you in said clothes he gave you. he’ll have you stripped down to nothing but his shirt and he can’t get enough of the way you look
⋆˚꩜｡ he’s just the world’s most perfect boyfriend and you couldn’t ask for anyone better!!!!
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Leon needs a partner who gets so physically overwhelmed with bliss and emotional release during sex that when they cum together reader just starts crying with relief. So he can wrap his big arms around you and rub your back and tell you how well you did, so he can press kisses to your forehead and rub your hair, wiping under your eyes with his thumbs. “Oh, my baby. You needed that, didn’t you sweetheart? Yeah, you did. I’ve gotcha, honey.”
- his favorite band is probably Citizen, and i know he listens to them when y’all fight.
- takes you to shows with him, holds you close and protects you from the mosh pit!
- bro probably rolls the best joints. and he won’t even let you try..
“no, baby, let me take care of that for ya. i gotchu.”
- randomly shows up at your place at 3am for late night trips to taco bell and a smoke sesh
- shares all of his band tees and hoodies with you. he loves seeing how oversized they are on you ٭(•﹏•)٭
- the only thing he posts on social media are pictures of you, concert videos, and pictures you took of him
- if you color your hair, he’ll let you add a streak into his hair of the same shade so you can match (♡μ_μ)
- teaches you how to skate if you don’t already know how. he’ll hold your hand and pick you up before you fall!
- invites you to all of his skating meetups
- surprisingly a really good cook. years of having the munchies has paid off! he’ll cook for you anytime you want
- emergency contact by ptv is your song. he takes you to their tour just so you can hear it live together. he’ll hold you close and sing to you with a big goofy smile on his pretty face ♡( ◡‿◡ )
- he is needy. always wants to be touching you and is clingy! any time you’re within reach, he’ll have his arm around your waist or your shoulders and pull you as close to him as humanly possible.
- if you have the same taste in music as him, immediate turn on. he can talk about music for hours!
- he is such a nerd under his cool persona. loves gaming, movies, and he loves sharing these things with you
- invites you to every function. you are his number one! he’s more likely to go to an event if you attend with him (◕ ꒳ ◕✿)
- if yall ever broke up, he’d make the most gut wrenching playlist you’ve ever heard. bro has the entirety of peripheral vision by turnover on repeat. and also probably some shitty dad rock. definitely hate me by blue october. he’s a sap lol
- blows up your phone when you don’t answer (in the least toxic way possible). expect lots of voicemails..
“baby.. sweet girl.. pick up the phone. I wanna hear your voice”
- if you don’t answer and he knows you’re not busy he’ll probably show up to your place. say he finds you taking a nap, you’ll wake up an hour later to him spooning you and snoring (*≧∀≦*)
- weekly movie nights! snacks, drinks, dinner, and a perfectly packed bowl. lots of blankets and cuddles!
- lets you play with his hair
- he wears it in a man bun a lot of the time because he knows you like it
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You didn’t even try to hide it. Every time Jack was near, you found every excuse imaginable to get closer to him. Your smiles got bigger, your jokes got louder, and your touches lingered just a little longer.
One afternoon, you caught Jack fumbling with the ancient coffee machine in the bunker. You leaned on the counter beside him, grinning.
“Here, angel,” you said softly, taking his hands gently and guiding him through the buttons. “It’s not rocket science, but it can be tricky at first.”
Jack looked up at you, his sweet blue eyes bright and full of trust.
When he finally got the machine working and coffee started dripping, you gave him a small smile. “If you ever need help with anything else,” you said, voice dropping just a little, “you know where to find me.” You gave him a playful wink.
Jack blinked, cheeks reddening faintly, and smiled nervously. “I… will keep that in mind.”
From the doorway, Dean watched, arms crossed and jaw tight.
“Seriously?” Dean muttered when you passed by. “You’ve been flirting with him since day one. It’s like you want to make his halo spin.”
You glanced back at Dean with a grin. “Maybe I do.”
As you left, Jack turned to Dean with wide eyes and asked quietly, “Do you think she’d teach me what sex is?”
Dean paused, staring at him for a moment before shaking his head and walking away without a word.
