#sinday requests

Mean Mustache Daddy™️ Lloyd taking off your panties and saying “you have such a pretty little pussy for such a dirty little whore” 🥵🫣

Thank you for this inspiration Anon! I hope you enjoy this little SINday drabble!

Hold on Me

Starring: Lloyd Hansen x Fem!Reader

18+

(Okay, so this is a sort of AU from a Soulmate Idea I had in my head for a long ass time (though originally, it’s for a Chreon Fic). Pretty much, you have the same tattoo or marking as your soulmate, say, a specific marking on your hand. Your soulmate would have the same exact mark on their hand as well. The color is that of a birthmark until you get close to one another. Yours glows a red, and theirs glows blue until you two touch. Then the colors “Blend” and make violet/purple.

Same concept here: Except both of Leon’s forearms are marked up with two different marks. Not Omegaverse, and no incest. 

But now I might write a whole fic for this idea XD)

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When one is born, they are born with a tattoo. Apparently, their soulmate bore the same exact mark in the same exact location on their own body. The coloration matches that of a birthmark...until they either meet their soulmate or are close to them. When that happened, the mark would glow the color of their soulmate’s, well, soul.  If the soulmate died before they could meet face to face, the mark would fade and the person would be considered “blank”. 

Leon had seen all of that happen in the past, from seeing Claire’s mark fade to seeing Ada’s own blank body. Sherry and Jake’s twin marks glowed a beautiful green when their hands met in China. And then there was Helena at the DSO who’s mark glowed a specific color, glowing a bright yellow when she met Nadia of the BSAA, who’s own mark glowed a bright red when she and Helena danced at that conference last year. When their hands met, the colors bled into each other and made their marks glow a harmonious orange. 

Oh, how Leon envied them, or anyone who had “normal” markings. 

When Leon was born, he had odd markings that ran up both of his forearms. They looked like the bodies of snakes or dragons that snaked their ways down his arms, the heads sitting on the backs of his hands, smacked dab on his wrists. Though the dragons looked to be twins, there were distinct differences between them. 

The one on his right arm had a scarier looking face than its twin. Its teeth and claws were noticeably sharper but its scales were smoother in shape, not jagged like the left one. The eyes were intense, staring into Leon’s very soul. The left dragon had more jagged scales, but the teeth were not bared in anger. The claws were also noticeably duller in appearance. Its eyes were softer, kinder even, but they didn’t meet his own like its twin did. It was like the left dragon was more shy but welcoming. 

What they meant? Who the hell knew, but according to several matchmakers and even readers Leon visited for the hell of it...the markings were unlike anything that they had ever seen. One reader was in awe, saying that he was special. Another had scoffed at their appearance, saying that Leon was either indecisive...or a whore. Leon merely laughed aloud at that before leaving. 

Regardless of what anyone said or thought, Leon was unable to get any real answers for his troubles, left even more confused and conflicted than before. Above all of those emotions...he admittedly was upset. 

What did these strange markings mean? Why did he have not one, but two markings? Did he have two soulmates? Was it just one with strange markings of their own? When would he meet them? He was turning thirty-eight next year...would he meet them before they perished? Before he inevitably fell to this never ending battle against BOWs and the bastards that made them? Chris’s mark had faded on the plane after New York...would the same happen to him? To his own soul mate or mates? 

The thoughts and questions made his stomach churn and the stress got to him after New York, so Leon extended his vacation, despite Hunnigan’s and Adam Graham’s pleas and negotiations. Leon’s excuse was that he was next to useless in this stressful state, so he wouldn’t be able to help them. That, and the BSAA rudely interrupted his vacation, so it was only fair that he take back the time lost. 

So, here he was; in a quaint little diner in a small town called Redgrave. Although the sign on the front had said “Restaurant Fredi”, it looked and felt more like a nice little diner. They had equally nice food, Leon all but devouring his simple breakfast of sunny-side-up eggs, buttered toast and bacon. He also had a cup of orange juice turned into mimosa after sneakily pouring some alcohol into it from the flask in his coat pocket. 

After looking around and surveying the place, he noticed that he was one of few occupants in the diner. Granted, it was still early in the morning and the place had opened up not too long ago, but it was Leon’s cup of tea, so to speak. He preferred the quiet. 

Well, the quiet lasted the equivalent of five minutes until an odd looking crew of ragtags pushed through the doors of Restaurant Fredi. The agent perked up slightly, more so out of pure curiosity more than anything, mainly because he wasn’t one who liked surprises very much. His brain started taking in details once he laid eyes on them mainly because they looked a tad out of place.

The group consisted of five people in total; three men and two women. Two of the men were freakishly tall and wore leather jackets that nearly brushed the floor when they walked. The one had a rugged look to him, a mop of messy white hair atop his head and scuffy, unshaved facial hair on his, well, face. Tired blue eyes merely gave the restaurant a careless once over. He looked like he didn’t sleep much. His jacket was blood red in color, wearing a loose navy blue top and tight jeans that ended at booted feet. 

The other tall man wore blue everything, from his jacket to his vest and even his pants and boots. His own snowy white hair was slicked back and well kept. His face was clean shaven and he looked like he got sufficiently more sleep than the other man. If Leon didn’t know any better...and he didn’t, he could only guess that they were twin brothers due to their uncanny resemblance. 

The third man, younger than the other two, wore a leather coat of his own, but wasn’t as tall as his companions. He also had white hair that was scruffy but clean cut, much like his bare face. It kind of reminded Leon of Chris’s hairstyle of choice, but white. He wore a torn up red shirt and equally torn jeans. He too wore boots and fingerless gloves, Leon noticing that all the guys wore them. He looked like the other two, so Leon could only guess that he too was related, possibly a son, cousin, or nephew to one, or both of the men. Well, a son to one of them. 

The women were equally as odd as the men, though, very good looking. One woman wore all black and leather, wearing a corset with what looked like a lightning bolt shape cut through the middle and tied together with string. Golden locks cascaded down her shoulders and back before ending at her rear. 

The next woman had chopped black hair that was above her shoulders and had the most interesting eyes Leon had ever seen; one eye blue and the other brown. She wore a dress shirt that had either been purposely styled to be cut right before her stomach, or accidentally. She wore black pants and boots too, wearing her own pair of fingerless gloves. 

All in all, they certainly were interesting, at least in Leon’s perspective. The other diners didn’t seem to notice them, or were so used to them that they paid them no mind. So, regulars then, or at least locals. 

“Hey, Dante. Party of five?” The waitress greeted and then asked cheerfully. 

“Dante” was the scruffy looking guy, who merely smiled a friendly smile and gave a nod, “Hey, Cindy. Yep. Decided to treat my coworkers for breakfast.” 

The black haired woman scoffed at that, “More like we’re treating you to breakfast, Dante.” 

“Can it, Lady.” Dante replied, wrapping an arm around her neck affectionately as the waitress led them to the booth across the diner. 

Leon’s brows furrowed at the exchange. Coworkers? What the hell did they do for a living? He feigned interest in his cellphone, occasionally stealing looks at the group as they sat in the booth while also eavesdropping on their conversation. Whether it was out of boredom or genuine interest...Leon would decide later. 

While he continued to eat and scrolled aimlessly through his phone, he picked up little conversations here and there. He gathered that “Lady” was indeed the black-haired woman’s name and not a generic title, the blonde woman was “Trish”, the youngest white-haired man was “Nero”, and the blue clad man was “Vergil”. They talked about different things, but mainly “demons” and other seemingly ridiculous things had Leon not had the experience that he had. 

Were “Demons” code for BOWs? Did these people run a secret group that hunted them like Leon did? 

When Leon looked up again, he noticed that “Vergil” had taken his coat off...and was staring at the blue glowing mark on his right arm. Leon’s eyes all but bugged out of his head. No fucking way…

Vergil nudged Dante, who noticed the glowing mark before his brother even needed to grab his attention, taking off his own jacket and noticing that his own mark, on his left arm Leon noted, was glowing the same shade of blue before looking around at the other diners. 

Leon’s eyes immediately looked down at his plate, his heart beating loudly in his ears like the drums of war. While doing so, he could see that the markings that peaked out between his jacket and gloves glowed as well; the left one glowing red and the right one glowing dark blue. His mouth suddenly felt dry, so he took a swig of his OJ. 

Well, the motion caused his jacket to slide down and expose his left arm, exposing more of the glowing red mark…

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: canonical violence, trauma, mentions of sex

A/n: Wow I loved this. (Thank you babe💕)

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You finally felt like you could breathe.

Everything seemed to relax at once, the tension in your muscles melting away at the familiar feel of home. You still felt so sick, your stomach turning into a pit from the emptiness that spread inside of you until it felt like your entire being was consumed by it.

You hand was shaking as you touched your face, finally becoming aware of the tears that streamed down your cheeks, their bitterness soured in your mouth like the potent taste of Trandoshan ale. You frantically rubbed then away, trying your best to erase any bad memory that was attached to them. You scrubbed at the skin of your face and neck until all you could feel was the burn left in the wake of your fingertips.

Warnings: Mentions of sex, penetrative (Nothing explicit)

A/n: I know my original plan was to answer all of these on Sunday but I got excited so here y’all go! The beginning of my birthday/follower milestone celebration! (Thank you and I love you too babe!)

-Alright so we all know that Paz fucks™.

-His presence is already overwhelming in everyday life and that just translates X10 when y'all are fucking.

-He will pin you to almost any surface, caging you underneath his broad chest and long arms.

-Sometimes when he's feeling particularly possessive he'll hold your arms or legs down, fucking you so hard you swear you see stars.

- “You’re mine Cyar’ika. My sweet thing, you feel so good.”

-His favorite position is having you on your belly, his entire weight pressed against you, fucking you deep and hard into the mattress.

-He loves the way you try to muffle your moans in the pillows, your back arching every time he hits that amazing spot inside of you.

-He likes to tease you, “What was that, Mesh’la? I don’t think I can hear you?”

-As 'harsh' as he can be in bed, he's also very attentive.

-He's always checking in with you, making sure you're enjoying every moment.

-After you're both tired out (which usually means you've went a few rounds, let's be honest the man has the stamina of a god) he only wants to hold you.

-His arms almost never leave you, whether he's trapped you beneath his arm that's slung over your tummy, or his knuckles lightly brushing against your skin as you lay next to each other.

-He also loves pillow talk.

-Paz could listen to you talk all. Damn. Night. About absolutely anything.

-He always thinks you have such interesting things to say and he hangs on to every word. (Even though your certain his bounty hunting adventures would be much more entertaining)

-Most nights you don't remember falling asleep, but Paz is always there, holding you close and twirling the ends of your hair between his fingers.

-And most nights you're woken up by the feeling of Paz's arms tightening around you, his lips warm as he kisses up your neck.

-It’s the best feeling to wake up to and Paz’s makes sure it lasts as long as possible.

- “We’ve got all the time in the world, Mesh’la. Better make the most of it.”

-Or at least that you’ll feel him for the rest of the day.

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(Okay, so I’m not good with the whole “Body Swap” stuff, and I really can’t finagle one (despite all the other odd shit I’ve written in the past) but I guess it would go like this:)

“Why the fuck are you so fucking huge?” Leon asked as he looked at his new body in the mirror, “Seriously, I feel like this shirt is gonna fucking rip any second.”

“Me? How about you, Mr. Legs for Days?” Chris asked, looking down at his legs, tapping the toes of booted feet together, “You’re almost as tall as me, but now I see you’re mostly legs.” 

“Better legs than muscles.” Leon said, inspecting himself once more, “How do you fit through door frames? Or not snap me in half like a cracker? I thought the whole “Boulder Thing” was just made up, but Jesus Christ, I feel like I could break rock.” 

“You have never complained before so shut it.” 

Leon chuckled as he turned back to Chris, who apparently was now in his body and vice versa. How it had happened, they still weren’t one-hundred percent sure. The BSAA was struggling with something, needed the DSO’s help, Leon flew in just as Chris was dealing with the bad guy and some “All-Powerful-Machine”, Leon went to push Chris out of the way and then BAM! A bright light washed over them and then the world faded to black. 

And then they woke up in the BSAA’s HQ...in the wrong bodies. 

“I guess we’ll just have to stick around until Jill and Parker’s squad catch up with-WILL YOU STOP THAT?!” Chris hollered as Leon squeezed his, or rather Chris’s, pecs. 

 (I do! ;) I love that ship! So, here’s a little AU where Carlos and Tyrell had previously bumped into Leon during the Raccoon City Incident and then Carlos joined the BSAA and became one of its founding members. The organizations that Leon worked for over the years frequently work with the BSAA and eventually they become a joint organization, so Carlos watches Leon grow from this naive rookie to the hot DSO Agent we know and love. 

Let’s just say, Carlos can’t keep his eyes to himself.) 

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When Carlos had first met Leon, he was this meek little rookie police officer wandering aimlessly around the RPD. It had mostly been in passing while he and Tyrell searched the place for survivors and Dr. Bard. Even from a distance, he was smitten with the beautiful man. Back then, he didn’t get anything more than “Leon” when he finally did bump into the younger, although he would later find out that he and Leon were actually the same age, the police officer had decided that it had been better to split up and cover more ground. Carlos had agreed, but felt guilty. Leon had been unaware that Carlos and Tyrell wouldn’t be sticking around the Police Station for very long, that they needed to pursue their own mission.

Carlos had wished that he had stayed by his side and helped him out. During the whole mess, the city seemed to get worse and worse, and Carlos couldn’t help but worry about the rookie. He had been haunted afterward because, after he and Jill left Raccoon, he had been left wondering if the police officer had even made it out. Leon had been doing pretty well on his own, but could he survive the city before it ate him alive? Like it ate the others? 

He had joined Jill and Chris Redfield and their merry band of leftover STARS Officers. Chris hadn’t been very happy when he had discovered that Carlos had been a part of UBCS, but after Jill talked him down and explained what had happened, Chris had calmed down and accepted his help. The man and Barry Burton had been grateful that Carlos risked his life and kept Jill safe. Although he should have felt better, he didn’t...considering what may or may not have happened to Leon and the others. 

He hadn’t felt like a lifesaver. 

But not even six months later, Carlos got the shock of his life; Leon had made it out alive after all. The rookie had somehow tracked their team down to a safehouse in France, Carlos and Chris coming back from a cafe when a blond man with shades and a brown trench coat stopped them, asking mainly for Chris. Had Carlos not recognized his facial features and the style of his hair, Chris surely would have attacked Leon. 

Apparently, Leon had survived Raccoon with the help of Claire Redfield, Chris’s little sister, and they had managed to save a little girl as well. Leon came there because Claire had gone looking for Chris and got into some trouble. At the time, she had been arrested by Umbrella and ended up in their prison on Rockford Island. Carlos had missed the smaller details, too entranced by the blond’s beauty. Once he was done conversing with Chris, Leon had turned to him with a small smile, asking Carlos how he had been. It had only been six months, but it had felt like years, so Carlos shouldn’t have been surprised that Leon remembered him. 

Over the years, Leon had gone from a distant memory to a frequent character in Carlos’s life. Leon had managed to convince the organizations that he worked with over the years to form a partnership with the BSAA. They frequently worked together to take down Umbrella and anyone else who had taken over their operations and peddled BOWs and the viruses that created them. Carlos watched Leon go from inexperienced and admittedly adorable rookie to a gorgeous seasoned agent. 

When he would flutter in and out of the office, Leon always wore a smile that lit up the room. He would work with everyone, he greeted every single person and seemingly knew everyone by name. Though, Leon’s favorite “hang-outs” were Carlos’s desk and Chris and Jill’s office. Leon would spend hours doing paperwork at Carlos’s desk, sharing conversation and bantering back and forth. Then, they would go out on a lunch break, going to the same deli for sandwiches. And Carlos looked forward to his company every day. 

It was when Leon had come back to hand in the report from Harvardville when Carlos finally asked him out on a date. Leon had been a bit taken back by that, and it probably didn’t help that Carlos had hit him with a cheesy pick-up line. The brunet blushed and didn’t give Carlos a definite answer, saying that he would have to think about it due to his busy schedule. Carlos played it off like it wasn’t a big deal and tried to be a good sport, but internally, he felt let down. 

Maybe Leon wasn’t as interested in him like he previously thought? Maybe Carlos had been wishfully thinking and read the wrong signs? 

Respecting his wishes, Carlos decided to keep his distance once more, watching from the sidelines and going back to admiring him from afar. He had heard through the grapevine that Leon was seeing someone, a mysterious woman whom the agent frequently ran into. Carlos couldn’t help the twinge of jealousy he felt, wanting to know just who this woman was. Although, Carlos technically had no right. Leon was a grown man, who was he to say who Leon could and couldn’t date? 

Regardless of what he told himself, it still didn’t ease the sting. 

The days started to blend together, and Leon still sat at his desk to do his paperwork, acting as though Carlos hadn’t asked him out. They continued their friendship, much to Carlos’s relief...and disappointment, but he had decided that he would rather Leon reject him and that they continued to be friends over Leon not wanting to see him again. 

Carlos got older and felt like he didn’t look very different from the cocky bastard he had been in Raccoon...but Leon? The agent outgrew his baby face and aged like the finest fucking wine in the cellar. He looked more fit for a runway or a magazine than a secret agent. Though, Carlos imagined Leon’s missions were like that of James Bond, a hot agent who went on adventures, got the girl and went on a sort of vacation after a job well done. 

Little did he know, Leon’s life wasn’t as interesting as he thought.