#Leon goretzka blurb

[percervall]

hi! it’s me coming to be loud in your inbox.

so after us changing our discord pic to *that* goddamn pretty Leon picture, I’m desperate for a 💕 fic for leon!! {kissing somewhere other than the lips}

because god knows that man would be delicious anywhere!!

Only took me 7 months to write this oopsies 🙊 Took some liberties with the request, hope that's alright

so, kiss me

Pairing: Leon Goretzka x reader Words: 826 Warnings: talk of insecurities, body image, hinting at sexual themes, unedited

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As he’s standing in the doorway of their bedroom, he can see her wiping away the tears while looking at her reflection in the mirror. It pains him that she’s hurting but won’t talk to him about it. Oh, Leon has his suspicions –only one look at the front covers of tabloid magazines and Instagram comments is enough. Pushing off the door jam, he walks into the room, coming to stand behind her. While he is fully dressed and ready to go meet their friends for brunch, she is still in just her underwear. Leon rests his hands on her shoulders, making her look up at him in the mirror.

“I- I’m s-sorry,” she says through sobs, hiding her face in her hands. Her body shakes with the force of her sobbing and Leon’s heart breaks for her. He gently turns her around and holds her close, running a hand over her hair as he tries to calm her down. 

“Talk to me, Liebling,” he murmurs. He feels how she takes a deep breath before speaking. She tells him all about the Instagram comments under fanpages, the constant comparisons to other WAGs, how they keep pointing out she’s not skinny enough, not blond enough, not tall enough, not enough. 

“I know they’re all lies, but if you hear something often enough, at one point you start to believe them..” she admits, looking up at him. Leon brushes her tears away with his thumbs, pressing a kiss to her forehead. He is trying his hardest to let the anger he’s feeling towards the people writing those comments show. Leon pulls back slightly, lifting her chin up so he can look her in the eyes.

“I need you to believe me when I tell you that I love you just the way you are, my love. Your body drives me insane.”

“And I love you, too. But I can’t stop thinking about what if you meet someone prettier?” 

“Impossible. Will you let me show you everything I love about you?” She nods hesitantly but Leon will take it.

“Okay,” he says before kissing her forehead again, “I love your brain, the way you think. You’re so smart, have such a deep understanding of your field and I love listening to you talk about your job.” Leon moves his lips to the corner of her mouth, “I love your smile, your laugh. It’s one of my favourite sounds ever. You get the cutest dimple right there when you smile and it drives me wild.” She chuckles when he places another kiss where said dimple is. Leon smiles and moves ever further south, kissing along her collar bones, “I love your neck, the hollow of your throat. Love how you look in that gold necklace with the single pearl dangling right here,” he murmurs against her skin, kissing the spot between her collar bones. He can feel her breath hitching, her fingers now buried in his hair. “Also love how you look wearing a.. Different kind of pearl necklace,” he adds, revelling in the whimper his words elicit. Kneeling down in front of her, he places several kisses on her stomach.

“I love how soft your stomach is, love resting my head here when we lounge in bed all morning. Also love how it begins to tremble when you’re close, when you’re begging me to please let you cum.” Leon smirks when he hears a soft moan escape her lips. He looks up at her, her teeth digging into her bottom lip as she watches him. 

“The same goes for your thighs, your hips, your ass,” he says, trailing kisses up from her knee to just where the seam of her panties ends as he gently squeezes her bum, “Love the way they feel in my hands, love the way they look in that velvet dress you wore at Christmas, can’t get enough of how your thighs feel as you try to squeeze them shut when I’m going down on you. And don’t even get me started on the way your ass jiggles when I fuck you face down on the mattress. Fuck Liebling, the perfect peach to leave my handprints on.” 

She’s almost panting now, a needy whine escaping her lips as she clenches her thighs shut. 

“Okay, I think you’ve made your point,” she says breathlessly. Leon chuckles, rising back to stand in front of her. His hands come to rest on her hips while she wraps her arms around his neck, needing to stand on her tiptoes to reach. Leon’s hands wander lower, resting on the backs of her thighs before lifting her up, making her squeal.

“Oh, I don’t think I have, baby. So many other things I love about you,” he says, voice deepening with lust.

“But our friends! We have plans, Leon-..” Leon just smiles, kissing the words right out of her mouth.

“Forget about them, about brunch. I’d much rather devour you instead.” 

For the six Leon girlies that follow me, hope you like this blurb!

Please let me know what you think, whether it’s just an assortment of emojis or a keyboard smash: I treasure both equally

Wrote this as part of a kisses challenge I’m taking part in this year. Feel free to send in a request or suggestions!

[footballffbarbiex]

Give Leon a hand after his surgery 😏

(I didn't even realise that he was having surgery, christ I'm awful with keeping up with my men)

Leon has managed to haul himself up on the couch, ensuring that he does as little as possible - per Doctors orders, or so he keeps saying. You know that he needs to rest, to take things easy when he's not completing the exercises that his physio has given him to enable him to come back stronger than before, but he is also slightly taking advantage of you doing the things for him that he used to be more than happy to do.

And that includes getting himself off.

Leon was more than happy to try and use his own hand, even when you were home and could easy assist him with it. You didn't take it personally; sometimes it was just easier to get yourself off alone than with someone. There was also less pressure to reach your climax in a timely manner.

But like with everything else, Leon is sweet talking you into helping. There's a bulge protruding at his waist, one that twitches and pulses beneath your hand as you lean in to lightly kiss his lips and apply the same kind of pressure with your fingers over his clothed shaft.

"Maybe I shouldn't do this. It could do more damage than good." "My cock isn't broken, don't worry."

"And if you tense up? When your body starts to tremble and you can't help but want to curl your toes, grip my body or hair as you plead for me to let you cum? Then what? you'll have to explain that you've started to relapse thanks to sexual escapades."

"Would be worth it in this moment," he all but whines into your mouth while bucking his hips, eager to feel enveloped within your touch.

"You say this now," you tell him, hand now dipping inside of his boxers and fingers close around him, "but when you're running behind schedule, then what?"

"Then I'll learn to try and stay still while you wank me off, how about that?" He grins up at you and closes his hand around yours before guiding your hand up and down his silky shaft; all the way from the base to the velvety dome of his head.

"I'd like to see that." you tell him, tongue swiping over his lip before you suck it between your own and gently suckle on it. His breathing is deepening, every third inhale sounds shaky and borderline mewling. it's heavenly. "But if this is what it's going to take to get you to recover..."

[pavardscherie]

Leon Goretzka, kisses in the morning<33333

this man needs more drabbles!

the sun already settled in the morning sky, cascading hues of apricot and dandelion over the baby blue. soft, cotton clouds drifted above the houses, and the early birds chirped their cheerful melodies.

it was the first day of your vacation, the first morning to sleep in while most people were on their way to work. the weekend was longer than expected, the short trip to berlin for another match, turned into an overnight sight seeing adventure. in the middle of the night, when the moon already prepared to disappear behind the brightness of the sun, leon carried you home on his back.

that adventure ended around six hours ago, the clock already striking eleven a.m. while you were still snuggled up comfortably in the blanket, leon woke up around thirty minutes ago. an arm underneath his head, the other still draped over your belly, his cinnamon brown eyes watched you. chest rising slowly, and falling merely a second later again, the breaths leaving and entering your mouth in a steady rhythm.

scooting closer to your warm body, your shoulder pressed into his naked chest, leon leaned up slightly. his face found a home between your shoulder and your jaw, peppering the side of your throat with multiple small, and gentle kisses. lips moving along the span of your cheek, he placed a soft peck on the corner of your mouth.

it was difficult to keep himself away from you, when it was too rare that the two of you shared a day off. mostly, either he was home alone, or you had to stay at the house by yourself. this one time, it all worked out perfectly. shifting slightly, the duvets rustled with his movements, leon leaned over your body, and placed s quick peck on your dry lips.

while he was too deeply focused on the change of expression on your face, one of your hands already traveled and landed on his neck. soft pads caressed over his skin, playing with the small locks on the back of his head. „good morning, my love.“ leon whispered, pushing himself further up with his underarms, and pressing a quick but soft kiss on your lips.

„good morning, baby.“ you replied. the bed shifted around you, announcing the movement of leon’s body without having to open to your eyes to see it for yourself. he was hovering above you, one of his thick legs between yours and the other on the far left side.

mouth hovering over yours, you giggled slightly. fingertips pressed against his beard and cheek, you tried to push him away from you. „morning breath, leon. it‘s ew.“ instead of moving away, leon chuckled and shook the head about the comment.

„look, i don’t care. i can handle it. just give me a couple of pecks before i get up.“ his words always sounded so promising, the deep voice you started to love from the first conversation was raspy, almost breaking at the end while the syllables coaxed out of his dry throat. „just an exception! don’t try that tomorrow!“

it was almost a threat, almost a serious comment he would not have witnessed how the corners of your mouth curled upwards. „okay,“ leon accepted your words, knowing that he wasn’t defeated yet. his head dipped down once again, pressing his lips against yours. multiple times, a kiss only lasted two or three seconds.

leon‘s calm attitude, and the disparate ways to show his loving side, always made it difficult to not fall head over heels for him again. but you did. every single day.

[footballdesires]

unknown reasons, goretzka

pairing: leon goretzka & she,her info: germany has been eliminated from the world cup, and one player of the national team can't understand the reasons. a/n: god, i hate to write this man when he cries, breaks my heart. requests are always open! just ask for a football player & we can work on it!

the plane landed last night in munich, allowing half of the players to exit until it brought the rest to another airport closer to their hometown. the german national team has been eliminated from the world cup in qatar two days ago. 

9am in the morning, they should have been in the kitchen by now, enjoying a calm breakfast and conversations about the plans for the winter break. instead, she stepped out of the warm shower minutes ago and pulled on a pair of comfortable shorts with one of leon’s shirts thrown over the naked chest. 

damp strands tied together to a messy bun on the back of the head, she exited the bathroom which was connected to their shared bedroom. the expectations of a mildly dressed boyfriend with a welcoming smile on his lips were crushed when leon‘s naked back faced her. cuddled into the dark duvets, the male didn’t move a muscle when the footsteps approached him. 

„babe.“ she exclaimed, questioning if he was awake or asleep again. the past weeks have been exhausting, a stressful hell to prepare for the world cup, and he deserved the long hours in bed after what happened. a quiet groan slipped through leon‘s lips, attempting to keep most of the sounds inside. 

the frustration about the early elimination overshadowed the exhaustion, he precisely despised the fact that the german national team had to leave the contest in the group phase. a disaster. a sigh about the unchanging condition of her boyfriend escaped the parted lips. „do you want breakfast in bed? coffee?“ the question was sincere, she didn’t want to force the male into doing the things that he wasn’t satisfied with. 

but leon didn’t answer, pressing the soft cotton pillow further into his wet face to hide from the world. it wasn’t her fault, he knew that; which was one of the many reasons why he kept the conversation short. nodding to herself, she left the shared bedroom to brew herself a coffee in the kitchen before snuggling into the comforts of the bed sheets again. 

when the door fell into the frame, leon slowly turned on the back to inhale a deep breath. forcing the lids open, he blinked repeatedly to adjust to the sudden brightness, shining through the blinds on the window. sweaty hands wiped over the tired face, staring at the white ceiling of the bedroom. 

the loss wasn’t her fault, she didn’t do anything wrong and it wouldn’t be fair to shout at her for feeling completely frustrated and devastated about the elimination. while leon had a hard time to form a sentence about his struggling self, she always attempted to cheer him up. even when he declined the conversation, she stayed by his side and enjoyed the comfortable silence. 

still, leon couldn’t find the words to explain the mixture of negative emotions lingering in the pit of his stomach. he hasn’t sleep well, the past two nights were filled with thoughts about what went wrong in those two weeks. excited to play for germany against the entire world, leon expected to reach much more than just the group phase. 

„fuck.“ the male muttered as the thoughts triggered the sadness once again. tears started to form in the corner of his eyes, unsatisfied about the games and the way he played. pressing the back of his hands against the closed lids, he wanted to avoid the chance that she would witness how miserable he truly felt. for multiple times, leon reassured the female that it’s alright, that there will be more chances to win such an important prize in the future. 

but that was only the beginning of the rope of lies. 

the world watched their mistakes, the failure after empty promises about being better than the last times. 2014, the wonder that the country wanted to see again to support the team. unfortunately, disappointment was written over their expressions after another miserable group phase. they tried, but they didn’t try enough. 

rubbing repeatedly over the eyes, leon wanted to wipe the memories away but the tears started to dwell again. the frustration came in waves, some stronger, some very weak but he couldn’t contain the disappointment in himself. he could have done more, he knew that from the very beginning. it should have been an easy win against japan. 

„are you crying?“ the gentle voice of his girlfriend echoed quietly through the bedroom, announcing her return. exhaling a deep breath, the tightened chest caused a piercing pain while attempting to calm himself down. calloused fingers slid over the forehead and through messy curls of hazelnut hair, and leon, for the first time since he moved out of his tight embrace, tilted the head to the side to glance at his worried girlfriend. 

two mugs with warm coffee, one in each hand, she stood in the middle of the room with widened eyes. throughout their relationship, she has seen many sides of leon, but not once has he cried in front of her. maybe a frown, or the furrowed brows but the eyes stayed dry. „no.“ leon tried to deny the truth, turning away from the lingering gaze of his girlfriend as he didn’t want to witness how the concern increased in the pit of her stomach. 

without speaking another word to the football player, she walked around the bed and placed the hot mugs on the nightstand. climbing onto the duvets, she kneeled next to leon’s position who constantly tried to hide his face in the pillow. she sighed, and denied herself to ask more questions. 

seating more comfortably, she crawled towards the headboard and leaned the clothed back against it. legs outstretched and crossed, she grabbed a mug from the nightstand and carefully took a sip of the hot liquid. “this is so fucking stupid.” the words were mumbled into the pillow, and she only understood the curse syllables of the sentence. arching a single brow at the man beside her, she waited for him to repeat the words when he wanted to. 

slowly he tilted the head to the side to reveal the flustered cheeks and the reddened eyes to the woman he loved. “it’s fucking stupid.” he attempted to speak but over the events of the two weeks and the constant shouts of anger or frustration, the male’s already low voice started to crack. 

she understood immediately what he meant, she didn’t need to ask and stayed quiet. just watching his movements but the reddened eyes stood out. “we’ve practiced so long, so hard. i don’t know how it’s fucking possible. this feels like a bad dream, a nightmare.” while leon ranted quietly and started to let the emotions flow out with the syllables, the tears stood in the corners of his eyes again. 

this time, he didn’t turn the head away from his girlfriend. she saw all the hidden sides of him, she deserves to see this as well. “it was impossible to lose, and still we did. i don’t understand it, i don’t want to believe that the journey is over. we’re home, instead of still playing. it’s killing me.” 

small drops of tears started to roll down the red-tinted cheeks of the football player, and she felt her heart crumble. seeing him in the eclipsed state, with the tears streaming down his face was a sight, she wanted to avoid and still, she couldn’t. the frustration, the denial and the exhaustion mixed together to a negative bowl of emotions and wanted to be let out. 

placing the warm cup on the nightstand again, she laid down beside leon and carefully placed a hand on his heartened cheek. the soft tip of the thumb caressed over his skin, wiping away the droplets of water that stained his face. “how could that happen?” leon questioned the female laying next to him, trying to find a simple answer to the four words that occupied the space in his mind. she just shook the head, not wanting to speak the wrong words and worsen the situation. 

“i don’t want to leave the bed, just don’t want to see the world and listen further to the ignorant comments of the so-called experts.” leon’s frustration was shown in many disparate forms that morning, but one thing was precisely the right decision. she would stay in bed with him until he felt better to move the exhausted muscles and face the world again. 

“i’ll cancel our flight, we can stay in bed until you decide against it.” 

and even though leon only answered with several nods, he was thankful that she wasn’t pressing him further into talking. 

[footballerimaginess]

Leon Goretzka

Cheating rumors going around, and readers made and leaves the house without telling him. Then Leon is worries af and goes looking for her

"Leon Goretzka seen with new love!!" you scrolled through social media as you eyes widened as you saw numerous stories including photos of Leon getting very close with another female. "What the fuck" you jumped up from the sofa as your tears began to burn your eyes. Leon’s phone beside him in the car was going crazy. “What the fuck” Leon mumbled as he stopped at a red light to see so many notifications on social media tagging him in multiple posts. As he realised what had happened he drove home as fast as the speed limit was taking him. “Shit” he groaned as he ran into the empty house realising you weren’t there and nor was the car. He had no idea where you’d drive too, then he realised that always when you were sad you would go for a walk to a coffee shop. He drove to your favourite coffee shop, seeing your car immediately as he jumped out to grab you. “Get. Off. Me” you grunted as you pulled your arm away. “It’s not true, none of it I promise” you shook your head. “I just want to be alone look please, just go” your eyes glanced down away from him as he did as he was told. “I’m sorry” he whispered, walking away as he knew how badly he’s messed up.

[macybeckham7]

Hii, can u make something angst for Leon ??

‘Why would you go first to Serge?’ he questions. As soon as you made your way over to him you could tell that he was in a bad mood. His jaw clenches as he watches as you go over to Serge, you were crouched infront of him and was talking to him. He felt hurt, he was hurting too, so why wasn’t he on her list to protect and look after. A bad seed was planted in his mind. ‘I saw him first and you were talking to your teammates’ you explain. ‘It wasn’t a big deal?’ you tell her. You hug him, but he pulls away from you. ‘We aren’t arguing, I know you are hurting right now but this isn’t about me’ you tell him. He tries to argue with you but you weren’t having any of it. ‘Fuck off, why don’t you go to Serge and make him better’ he mocks. You roll your eyes at him and walk off as Thomas appears and tells you to let him cool off.

[footballxixstars]

Finally Here and Home • Leon Goretzka

Child/Parent Prompt List • Number 1

“Welcome home little one,”

"Welcome home little one," Leon stated with a massive grin covering his face as the two of you walked hand in hand through the door with your baby nestled safely in his other arm. All the baby's stuff plus yours from the hospital was still in the car since it could be collected in a bit and you wanted the first time that you walk through the door with your baby to be as a family also they were in Leon's arms because he wanted the first time that they went through the door to be in one of your arms. You were honestly in disbelief that you were finally home with your newest arrival.

After days in the hospital making sure that both baby and parent were fine and the baby was actually feeding when they were supposed to, it was just their average checks but they couldn't let you go until it was all fine. As the days passed you were getting angsty, you just wanted to leave since you'd had enough of looking at the walls in the hospital, the smell of it, you just wanted your baby to be with you and Leon in the safety of your home. As soon as you got the words that you could be discharged you couldn't leave that room fast enough.

"This is where you put your shoes and coat when you come into the house. Make sure that you put them away properly though as well as take your bag out of here or else mummy will get mad," Leon chuckled as he carried your baby around pointing at different things in the house whilst explaining stuff too as if they would understand. You just rolled your eyes at what he was saying but it was also true since you do get mad when Leon comes home from training and leaves his stuff lying around when he could just put it away just as easily. It filled your heart with warmth though seeing Leon like this though so you allowed Leon to continue on whilst you stood back and watched it all unfold. God if you hadn't just had a child you would've wished for Leon to put one in you with how he is with children.

Once he had gone around the whole house and garden explaining every little aspect of the rooms including the nursery that the two of you had finished months ago, it was one of the first things that you did together because you were so excited about it. It was all in neutral colours since you didn't know the gender when the two of you planned it all out honestly the nursery was probably your favourite room. When he got to the garden he even promised his child to teach them to play football as soon as they could walk or more like toddle around and god you could imagine that and couldn't wait until that day comes. You don't want your baby to grow up but at the same time, you couldn't wait to see Leon run around after them. Anyway once he had gone around the house he went to sit on the sofa with your baby still nestled in his arms, so he could give them a bit of a cuddle. He knew that he wouldn't be able to hold them forever, so he wanted to do it whilst he could plus it's not long until they have to feel and then you'll have them, so he'll take it whilst he can.

"Welcome home little one, welcome home," You sighed before making your way to the sofa so you could sit next to Leon and the baby too. You cuddled into Leon looking over at the little miracle that the two of you made together, running your finger over their little cheek enjoying this moment as a family. Your now family of three on their first day home.

MASTERLIST | MORE GORETZKA

[nuestraluzdelaluna]

✦:˒ bayern masterlist ◞⁺☆．

━━━━━━

✎ who i write for

ღ players i love writing for

✦:˒ smut

↯ angst

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˗ˏˋ leon goretzka ´ˎ˗

✦:˒ celebration

daddy’s voice

warm enough for your winter day? ↯

╰┈➤ warm enough for my winter day

do you think it’s easy being of the jealous kind?

kinder Bueno

own little family

facetime

✦:˒ phonesex

✦:˒ smug

✦:˒ cockwarming

✦:˒ jersey

✦:˒ massage

pain

lullaby

the ex

━━━━━━

˗ˏˋ leroy sané ´ˎ˗

pregnant

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˗ˏˋ jamal musiala ´ˎ˗

! no smut !

first meeting

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˗ˏˋ benjamin pavard ´ˎ˗

first anniversary

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˗ˏˋ serge gnabry ´ˎ˗

✦:˒ brat

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[winxwrites]

Late Nights, Leon Goretzka x reader

Request: one where leon goretzka is rocking his toddler to sleep please <3

Being the mother of a one year old meant you never had much time to go out anymore. One of your friends invited you out to celebrate her birthday but you were hesitant to say yes. Leon thought it was a good idea for you to get some time away from the house and catch up with your friends. After some convincing from Leon you texted your friend and made plans for the weekend. 

When the day came you were reluctant to leave the house. You knew Leon was more than capable of looking after your son, he was a great father after all, but you still felt unsure. You gave yourself a one over in the mirror before heading downstairs to find Leon and your toddler sat on the floor playing with his toy trains. 

“Alright I’m leaving,” you said crouching down to give your son a kiss on the head. 

Ten minutes into the night you found yourself checking your phone. Not one notification from Leon. Of course there was nothing for you to worry about. Your friends ordered a round of drinks which helped loosen you up. 

It was almost 1 AM when you stumbled into your home disrupting the quiet environment. 

You kicked your heels off and left them in the hallway as you began the search for your husband. You peaked in nearly every room before heading upstairs. 

“Babeeee,” you called in the loudest voice you could muster. “I’m home, I need kisses.”

You paused when you walked by the nursery and noticed the opened door. Leon’s tall frame stood holding your son and cooing at him while rocking him to sleep. Your heart melted as you heard the gentle voice he spoke to him in. 

“Shhh, it’s okay, angel. It’s just your mama being loud again.”

You rolled your eyes but took the hint. You walked over to Leon and wrapped your arms around his waist, peering around his side to take in the sight of your tired baby. 

“He looks so sweet.” Leon nodded in agreement. 

“Er ist perfekt. Ich kann nicht glauben, dass wir es geschafft haben.”

You glanced down again and noticed your baby boy’s movements had stilled and his eyes were finally closed. Of course he’d fallen asleep in his daddy’s arms, the place you both felt the most safe. 

“You’re such a good dad,” you spoke as Leon placed your baby in his crib. “Let’s have another one.”

A/N: Included some google translated German because why not ☺︎

Er ist perfekt. Ich kann nicht glauben, dass wir es geschafft haben. 

He’s perfect. I can't believe we made him.

[trentaafcsblog]

Writing Challenge - Angst

“Please say something” - Leon Goretzka

Thank you to the beautiful @penguintransporter for this one 🤍

The corridor of the familiar Gründerzeit residential building seemed to be darker than it used to be; longer and wider, and yet, it was the same as when she had left it, thinking that it would be the last time that she was walking the black-and-white, tiled floor.

There was still the same dried out monstera plant in the corner, the same advertisements on the cork-board, same basket for the wet umbrellas that no one really used, and the same line-up of the vintage lamps mounted on the wall – illuminating the darkness which seemed to be present even in the middle of the sunniest days.

Emelie had to take a deep breath, exhaling softly.

To say that it didn’t feel strange to be there again, after seven months, would be a lie, and as she made her way towards the winding stairway that would take her to the fourth floor, she felt a wave of melancholy wash over her. Everything was the same, and yet it felt so different – walking down the corridor without stopping to check their mailbox, holding onto the railing, yet feeling detached from it as if she wasn’t really present; seeing only his name written on a silver plate on the doors.

She didn’t belong there any more.

Her hand was shaking as she knocked on the doors, and taking an insecure step back, she breathed out a slight and nervous breath she was holding in. She hadn’t seen nor spoken to Leon since she had moved out, wheeling the last bits of her belongings in a small suitcase while he was still at the training, proudly keeping her tears away – a flower pot with devil’s ivy pressed against her chest.

Seven months of denial, fake smiles, and crying when no one could see her.

Seven months of telling herself that she will be okay, that she needed to accept that he wasn’t part of her life any more, and that she had to move on and try to forget.

As if that was an easy thing to do.

Emelie’s heartbeat quickened when she heard the familiar sound of the locks being twisted, and when he finally opened the doors, she felt as if there was no air left in her lungs—just painful scratches while she tried to stay composed.

“Hi, Emelie,” he greeted her, giving her a small tight-lipped smile, and she waved shyly, as if they were just some random strangers, and not two people who have spent more than five years sharing the ups and downs, laughter and tears, sorrow and happiness.

“How have you been?” Emelie asked, trying to keep her voice steady, but under Leon’s gaze, she felt like she was about to crumble any second. “Sorry, I am a bit late, you know – the traffic…as usual,” she trailed off nervously as if she needed to explain herself for being late.

“Don’t worry,” Leon nodded before leaning against the door frame casually, sticking both of his hands in the pockets of his dark jeans. “I’ve been good. Yourself?”

“Same,” she smiled weakly, but his face expression didn’t change, as if he knew she was lying; as if he didn’t care. “I’ve been good, too.”

She wasn’t.

Emelie missed him, more than she dared to admit out loud, and no amount of overcrowded clubs every other weekend, new haircuts, and listening to her friends and family badmouth him—none of it helped. If anything it made her only feel miserable, lonely and reminiscent of what she once had with Leon.

They were each other’s worlds, centers of gravity – pulling one another, reading each other’s mind, and Emelie knew that what she had with him will stick to her for as long as she's breathing. Impossible to erase — a part of her body; a vital organ that kept her alive.

“Do you want to come in? We don’t have to talk at the doors,” Leon suddenly asked, pushing himself away from the door frame with ease, “it’s a bit weird, no?”

Emelie didn’t know what to say, so she only shrugged in response. She knew that it was a bad idea to follow him, and yet, when he stepped aside, her legs carried her inside as if she had no power over them, and before she knew it, Leon was closing the doors behind her, trapping her in the hallway of the place she once used to call home.

It still smelled the same - airy and clean. The walls were still white, and the side-table was still littered with envelopes, magazines, and random leaflets of his favourite take-away restaurants. His raincoat still hung where it used to, and his sports bag was on the ground, haphazardly discarded, as many times before.

The only thing that was missing was a framed photograph that used to hang on the wall – the two of them on their first hiking trip together all those years ago – all smiles and slightly sunburnt under the Pyrenees’ sun. Emelie felt her eyes brimming with tears as she stared at the discoloured spot on the wall – a simple square of shadow, silently narrating their story – a story of something that used to be, but it's not anymore.

“I am sorry,” she whispered, looking away from the wall – words rolling off of her tongue on their own accord—unstructured and unplanned. 

“For what?” he asked, picking up the box that was on the floor behind him. “For the package? It’s okay. I don’t blame your aunt for sending you a present to this address. It was probably a force of a habit. Stuff like this happens.”

Emelie forced herself to nod – her emotions boiling inside of her. 

She wasn’t sorry for the present that was delivered nto the wrong address – far from it. Emelie was sorry for everything she had done, had said, and how she acted in the past; all the times she was overprotective, jealous and overbearing. She was sorry for all the matches she had missed because she was selfishly needing time for herself, she was sorry for letting go of what they had; for not fighting harder.

“I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again,” she finally managed to say, taking the box out of his hands before holding it to her chest, and hooking her finger around the cord that held it together.

There was a brief moment of silence as Leon looked down at his watch before glancing at her. “Well…,” he started, running a hand through his hair, and Emelie could remember how his locks felt under her own fingertips—soft like a feather; comforting.

“Leon—,” she started before stopping to take a deep breath.

“Yeah?”

Now or never.

“I will probably regret this later, but I’m—I feel like I need to…” Emelie began, surprising herself with her own courage as she hugged the box tighter. It wasn’t particularly heavy, but in that moment, it weighed like a tonne. “I lied when I said that I am feeling good, because I am not,” she stopped for a second, sucking in a deep breath—her chest feeling like if it was on fire, “—I’m aware that the last year of our relationship wasn't something to be proud of, we misunderstood each other, and we said some really awful things we never should have said, but, Leon…” Emelie felt the tears prickling her eyes yet again as she glanced back at the square shadow on the wall, “Leon, I miss you. I miss what—“

“—Emelie,” he interrupted her, running a hand through his hair in frustration as he took a step back, but she couldn’t think straight. 

Her brain was racing, her heart was breaking all over again, and she needed to get rid of the heaviness that was pressing on her chest.

“Please…,” she whispered, glancing down at her shoes – the uneven wrinkles on the sides of her red Vans greeting her, “—do you think we can give it another try? We fought before and we always...”

Emelie bit down at her lip, not able to continue her thoughts. 

“Emmie,” he finally whispered, still avoiding to look at her, and her heart soared at the sound of the nickname he had for her. No one else called her Emmie. No one, but him. “Don’t ask me that…why are you doing this?”

“I think if we only sat down—talked the things through, no?” Her words were leaving her mouth quickly and desperately – running free after being trapped for too long. “I'm doing this because I still love you.”

There it goes. Four little words to break her all over again.

“Emelie,” Leon sighed quietly - both of his hands cradling his face.

They stood in silence, and below the surface of the pain she felt, Emelie was falling deeper and deeper into abyss of regret. Each second felt like an eternity; each intake of a breath unnerving and more painful than the previous one. She was watching him – his jaw clenching as he looked everywhere but her.

“Please, can you just say something?" Emelie asked in a small and timid voice, "Leon, it’s me, please—”

“—What do you want me to say, Emelie? I didn’t expect any of this—” His voice was louder than before, and it made her take a step back, and not because she was scared, but because she realised what she had done. “I miss us too sometimes, but I—,” he looked down at his own sock-clad feet. “I’ve been moving on Emelie. It's been seven months.”

“Oh—,”

“—I am seeing someone else.”

Emelie didn’t say anything, fighting back the tears as she took another small step backwards – her hands feeling sweaty as she brought the box closer to the chest. Leon was watching her – his face full of concern and a mixture of realisation, but she just smiled at him – brave as big girls do before turning around, putting her hand around the door handle; lingering for a second.

“I am happy for you,” she whispered, "I'm happy you're able to move on."

“I’m sorry, Emmie."

“Don’t be.”

Emelie felt nothing, and yet she felt thousands different emotions as she made her way downstairs. Like a ghost, she floated in the sea of the memories – tears trapped on the surface of her eyes. Pushing the heavy doors open, she exited in the sunny afternoon before looking up at the big window on the fourth floor, only to find him watching her – arms resting against the window sill.

With a small wave, she smiled up at him – one of the smiles that only a heartbroken people knew how to paint on their faces, and crossing the road, she turned her back to the past she once thought was her future.

“You wear your heartbreak like your body is a world at war; and every time a soldier dies within it he whispers one last word, and always, it is your name.” - N.G

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warm heart - Leon Goretzka

Y/N x Leon Goretzka

Theme: Fluff

Leon keeping you warm on a cold day in Munich x

word count: 730+

It’s a cold, dark, and gloomy Wednesday afternoon when you find yourself walking through the nearly empty streets of Munich hand in hand with your boyfriend Leon. Together, you decided to stroll through town, doing your most favorite thing in the world, window shopping. Leon always enjoys watching you getting excited about new clothes and jewelry, while he thinks about just storming into the store to get you anything you desire. Most of the time, you hold him back, even though you don’t mind him trying to make you as happy as possible.

After a long day, walking through the crowded streets, you’re walking right next to Leon, who’s wearing dark jeans, black leather boots, and a thick, sheepskin leather jacket, while you’re wearing a brown coat, blue jeans, and your favorite pair of white sneakers and both of you are wearing hoodies underneath. The cold wind is swirling around the two of you, and even though, you’re wearing so many layers, you can feel the cold crawling underneath your clothes. Trying to shield your face, you let your head sink into your coat and squeeze Leon’s hand tightly.

He turns his face towards you, a shy smile forming on his lips as he strokes your hand gently. “Everything alright?” You nod slowly, still trying to keep your face warm. “I hate when that happens.” Giggling softly, you rub your chin against the collar of your coat, feeling the warm fabric on your skin spending you comfort. Leon doesn’t reply at first, instead, you see him frowning deeply, seemingly lost in his thoughts. Before you can say anything, however, he stops in his tracks and pulls you closer to him, your hands being the only thing keeping you apart. “Leon.” You say breathlessly as he leads you away from the streets, into a secluded corner right next to a huge building, its’ walls sheltering both of you from the cold wind.

Still surprised, you feel the soft leather rubbing against the palms of your hands, your eyes following your fingers carefully stroking his chest. “We can stay here for a while.” He says comfortingly and you look up to him, your eyes meeting his instantly. “Okay.” You smile shyly, slowly but steadily getting lost in his beautiful brown eyes, staring right into your soul. Then, he puts his hand on yours, his warm fingers barely brushing over your skin. “You’re still cold,” Leon says worryingly as his face turns into a frown again. 

“It’s okay, really.” You say, trying to convince him but he knows you by now, causing him to see right through your charade. He raises an eyebrow, watching you closely. For a while, you just look at each other, before he opens his jacket quickly. “What are you..?” You say, but he doesn’t give you a chance to finish that sentence. “Come here.” He says, his voice calm and warm. There is no point in arguing with him now as he opens his arms, inviting you into them. Smiling weakly, you take a step closer to him, your hands wandering around his body until they meet behind his back. Leon embraces your whole body tightly, his hands now around your waist and his fingertips slip inside the pockets of your jeans.

“That feels so good.” You growl deeply, resting your head against his firm chest, feeling his body move with every deep breath he takes. “I’m here to keep you warm.” He says, licking his lips quickly before he gently rubs his nose against your head. Closing your eyes, you feel the heat of his body and the faint smell of his cologne slowly taking over your mind. “Thank you.” You breathe quietly, burying your face inside his hoodie as he places a single, loving kiss on your forehead. “Always,” Leon mutters underneath his breath, and for what feels like an eternity, you enjoy having him close to you.

Then, you slowly separate from him, stroking his chest one last time before you close his jacket again. “We should get home.” You say, smiling brightly until he tenderly lifts your chin so your eyes meet once more, but, without saying another word, he leans into you, kissing you softly, the feeling of his soft lips on yours sending shivers down your spine. “Let’s get home.” He smirks, stroking your cheek gently with his thumb. Nodding silently, you get back onto the streets and head home.

[percervall]

The goretzka sex question plsssssss 🙌🏻✨ thanks sis 🤍 Can you describe a little more just for the girls and the gays? 🌈🫠, need for info por my fake scenarios with him 🤣

Ah, you mean this one

welp, did not mean to write ~600 words but here you go anon!

He builds you up to it, no rushing. Leon can spend half the evening buried between your thighs and feast like a man starved. The look he gives you -a combination of want, adoration and sheer determination and focus- is enough to steal the breath from your lungs as you fall and fall and fall. You're able to feel your arousal and orgasms drip out of you, making a mess of the sheets. There's no space in your lust clouded mind for embarrassment, just a need for him. It leaves you whimpering and begging for him to please, please give you what you ache for. Leon slowly makes his way up your body, lavishing your skin with kisses and licks until he reaches your face. He kisses you, the love he has for you pouring from him as he nudges your legs apart even further.

So good for me, always so good for me, he whispers as he slicks himself with the bottle of lube you forgot was even there. Slowly, so agonisingly slow, he enters you, inch by inch, as his eyes are glued to your face to watch for any signs that it's too much, but all you tell him is that it's not enough. He clenches his jaw, needing to remain in control for a little longer, before he bottoms out and you've taken all of him. It feels so good, you can't remember ever having felt so full -full of love, full of him. And then he slowly begins to move, setting this languid pace that leaves you breathless as he whispers his praise in the space between your lips. The only thing you're able to say in reply is his name, whispered like a prayer, as your fingers claw at his broad shoulders. Leon buries his face in your neck, kissing and sucking the skin between neck and shoulder, sure to leave marks. Slowly he picks up the pace, and you tilt your hips a little, legs hooked over the low of his back. The change in angle has you crying out in pleasure as he hits that spot. Leon is nothing if not an attentive lover, he listens to your cues, your whimpers and your pleas, and he keeps hitting the same spot over and over and over until you spasm around him and your orgasm washes over you the way waves crash onto the shore. The last thing you notice before it pulls you under completely is how he follows you; a groan muffled against your skin, teeth sinking into your shoulder, and then he's there, right there with you.

His body is heavy on top of yours but gives you the comfort you need afterwards. His hushed voice, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear is the lifeline you cling to as you come down from your high. You feel sticky, his cum now dripping out of you as it mixes with your own juices. You stay like that for a while, entangled in bed linen and limbs until your skin begins to cool and he carries you into the bathroom to run you a bath. Leon will always clean you up afterwards, being gentle with his touches as he tells you how much he loves you. It feels like you're floating on clouds, his words washing over you and it leaves you glowing.

When you finally get back in bed to sleep, after he changed the sheets, you snuggle into him. The hard lines of Leon's body give way to a tenderness and a softness that he reserves only for you. You know your body will ache in the morning, but you'll wear it with pride.

[footballffbarbiex]

Feedback so far!

I have presented the following form to you to fill out. So far 34 out of 3,648 followers have filled it out - thank you to those!  And here is what you’ve told me so far:

What you’ve enjoyed reading this year - 

Baby daddy 

domestic fluff

So...Teach Me series

CNC plots like Uninvited

enemies to lovers

forbidden / secret hookups 

that joey + trent threesome

thigh riding pieces

working for a football team and falling for one of the players

single parent

you are the player's child's teacher

friends to lovers

SMUT

The players you’ve enjoyed reading - 

Leon Goretzka

Antoine Griezmann

Roman Burki

Marco Rose

Ruben Dias

John Stones

Mason Mount

Joe Gomez

Trent Alexander Arnold

Virgil Van Dijk

Paulo Dybala

Kylian Mbappe

Jadon Sancho

Son Heung-min

Eric Dier

Who you’d like to see more on my blog in 2023 - 

Christian Eriksen

Erling Haaland 

Leon Goretzka

Rodrigo De Paul

Marcos Llorente 

Jan Oblak

Ruben Loftus-Cheek

Paulo Dybala

John Stones

Nicolò Zaniolo

Joe Gomez

Trent Alexander Arnold

Thiago Alcantara 

Kostas Tsimikas 

Antoine Griezmann

Roman Burki

Kylian Mbappe

Olvier Giroud

Federico Chiesa

Dusan Vlahovic

Son Heung-min

Mo Salah

The plot types you want to read more of in 2023 - 

The more popular options chosen so far are 

Friends to lovers

Baby daddy

Soft fluffy sex

I’ve missed you type sex

Kinktober / kink bingo type plots

Additional comments for what you’d like to read - 

Really want more CNC x2

Kinktober type ones with “hardcore” kinks

Ice play

Anal

prompt lists to choose from!

Anto angst

Fake/pretend relationship tropes

Enemies to lovers

Working in the same place

domestic au

What surprised you to enjoy that you didn't think you would? - 

CNC x 3

Kink bingo ideas 😳

public sex with Mason (paradise by the dashboard light)

single parent plot

shhhh series x2 (I’M CRYING OVER THIS. THANK YOU)

Ruben Dias stuff

baby daddy plots x 2 

[pavardscherie]

Hi, could you write something with Leon Goretzka? Like making out at a party? <33

forget about the party, leon goretzka

pairing leon goretzka & female summary bayern munich won the double, and throws a party. in the middle of ordering drinks, leon and his girlfriend get lost in eachother.

izzy talks; leon goretzka, that's all i actually have to say this time. had to add my fave boy kimmich in it with a very simple comment. probably a real life conversation between them haha! requests are still open so fire away! <3

winning another double in the season was what made bayern munich extraordinary. they have done it multiple times and still never got tired of the success. such moments meant that a club was rented and a party planned. exactly how she found herself at the bar, wearing a short black dress which ended mid-thigh and cling to her figure. something between elegant and sexy. 

she ordered a round of shots, three for each person at their table which meant twelve. but the bartender got distracted easily by the famous faces that gathered around him and demanded a fill-up. annoyed by being constantly ignored, she placed an elbow on the counter and leaned her head on her palm. eyes focused on the male who hurried towards the other end of the bar to write down the order of manuel neuer. 

„annoyed looks kinda hot on you, you know.“ leon‘s voice, a raspy sound infiltrated with alcohol, interrupted her from shooting daggers with her glances. standing behind the female, he easily towered above her. a hand placed on each side of her, he trapped her between his muscular body and the dark mahagoni counter. chest pressed against her back, she felt the hammering of his heart. the seconds when his pulse fastened, and the anger issues tried to push through. 

„i‘ve got it, he already knows the order.“ she waved him off with a slender hand, trying to avoid the involvement of leon with the messy situation. „don’t think so.“ he muttered as an answer, the loud music around them swallowing the quiet words before reaching her ear. 

leaning further against her, and pressing her cleavage against the counter, leon waved his hand at the bartender who tried to hurry past the female once again. „yo, she ordered fifteen minutes ago. what’s that kind of service, huh?“ the bartender flinched as the raspy voice reached his ears, demanding attention. 

“i’m sorry. really sorry.” the man hurried away from the scene, placing twelve shot glasses on the counter and pouring the liquid into them. hand placed on the forehead, she closed the lids and shook her head at the constant desire to show dominance. “you had to scare that poor man, you really had to.”

the words were spoken like a curse, muttered into the air but leon invaded the personal space with the closure, and listened to the syllables. “please.” he snorted, not taking in the annoyed groan that left her lips. “i can’t let people ignore my beautiful girl.” a warm breath fanned across the shell of her ear, the words, merely a whisper against the smooth skin underneath the lobe.

a tint of cherry red, created by the bashfulness, covered the span of her cheeks. the last two words embedded a feeling of pride in her, slowly lifting the head again to tilt it over the shoulder. eyes connected in the thick air around them, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes infiltrated her nostrils. mixed with the familiar scent of leon’s cologne and freshly washed clothes. “you’re cute.” she muttered, a smile tugging on the corners of the glossy lips.

“and you’re pretty.” he whispered back, leaning further into her figure to press his chewed-up lips against the soft, cotton-like ones of his girlfriend. the woman, who always knew how to handle the anger issues, and the tensed state of his muscles. intrigued by the slow movements of his mouth, ways she wasn’t used to at all, she found herself losing the already clouded mind. music drowned out by a romantic melody, the shouting people disappeared in thin air. for seconds, she engulfed herself with leon’s comfortable warmth, letting her lips move gently against his. 

she never got lost before she met leon. it was a party, almost the same they attended today. just with the small difference, that their first meeting wasn’t an exclusive bayern munich celebration. but she was intrigued by the way his eyes found hers, followed the motions of her hips and the simple wink, or one-sided grin when she swayed her hips. 

she loved the attention she gained from him. and it hasn’t changed till today. one of his large hands moved away from the counter, holding his weight only with one left. placed on her waist, leon pushed himself further into the female’s backside as the kiss deepened. his tongue licked over her bottom lip, before pushing slightly into the mouth and reaching hers.

just as it was about to get interesting, the thought of leaving the party early and ravish the beautiful woman in his arms started to spread through his mind, someone cleared his throat beside them. with an annoyed groan, leon broke the kiss between them, letting his chin fall on her shoulder and glancing to the left side.

his best friend, joshua kimmich, found a place at the counter right beside them. “first you yell at the poor man, and now you won’t take the prepared shots, idiots.” 

the blonde chuckled, pointing at the twelve glasses in front of them, which waited to be drowned by the guests. too lost in the romantic involvement, she drowned in embarrassment about being caught by joshua. “oh, and no leaving early to fuck around. not this time, goretzka.” the blonde warned, holding a fleshy pointer finger up and towards the brunette’s face.

“caught, completely exposed.” leon muttered against the smooth skin around her shoulders, chuckling quietly.

[footballdesires]

speaking german, goretzka

pairing: leon goretzka / she, her info: leon's girlfriend wants to learn a couple of german words, but it's easier said than done. a/n: i'm german and idk but i really hate writing in german haha requests are always open!

translations:

“und nächstes mal lernen wir dann eine paar begriffe um mich beim nächsten spiel anzufeuern.” (and next time, we will learn a couple of words for you to cheer for me at my next game.)

"ich liebe dich." (i love you.) "schönen guten tag." (a very nice form of hello, or good day)

_

leon ran his long fingers through the mess of brown curls, scraping the over the scalp to calm down the frustration. for merely three hours, he sat in the same spot in one of munich’s many starbucks, with a dictionary on the small table in front of him. on the opposite side sat his girlfriend, the woman he met while being on vacation in portugal, and bringing her straight to germany with him. 

even after she decided to leave the life behind in her home country and lived with leon for more than half a year, she still had trouble to pronounce the easiest words in his mother tongue. cursing in portuguese, and holding a conversation in english were the ways out of embarrassment. but she faced trouble when one didn’t understand any other language than german. 

“it’s not that hard.” leon commented, when her gaze drifted over the words written down on the sheet of paper in front of her. she could have visited a state-certified translator and ask for help to become a master in speaking german. instead, leon sacrificed his free minutes between standing on the pitch to receive three points and exhausting training session to stay physically fit, to teach her a couple of sentences. 

“that’s what i say about my mother tongue, and you still cursed while learning the first word.” she looked up, through the thick black lashes that framed the fiery, almond-shaped eyes. one thing, leon goretzka loved most about the portuguese was the fact that whenever he opened his mouth to sarcastically comment on a situation, she already had a comeback prepared. 

shaking the head from left to right, a chuckle rolled off the tongue as he placed the elbows on the circular, wooden table between them. leaning further forward, the long fingers grabbed the small package of sugar, ripping it open quickly and pouring the white, small crystals into the freshly brewed cup of coffee in front of the female. after spending the hours of the day together, and cuddled up throughout the nights, the football player learned and remembered the smallest things about the female. for example, how she loved her coffee. 

“tschönen guhten tage.” she quietly repeated for the millionth time this day, almost throwing herself back against the comfortable, black lounger when she realized how different it sounded from the times leon spoke the three words. she crossed the arms over the chest, with the shoulders slumped. the material of the table and the small crystals of sugar which landed beside the plate underneath the cup captured the attention of the portuguese. 

her mind flashed through disparate images, the rolling, brown eyes of the male opposite of the table, wanting to run away from the scene or the closing lids as he slowly started to drift away into a slumber. leon tried his best to hide the constant exhaustion, but she stared straight through the unfazed masquerade.

“let’s try something else.” calloused fingertips tapped against the structure of the wooden table, desiring to receive the undivided attention of the female on him. tilting the head upwards, the bottom lip was pushed forward and the corners of the mouth dropped in a frown. she was disappointed in herself. “ich liebe dich, is the exact translation of i love you. it doesn’t matter how long you pull the letters or if you throw in another. in the end, it should sound the exact same.”

beaming with new-found confidence, she nodded the head repeatedly. “can you say it again, slowly?” the corners of the mouth lifted in a smile, and leon’s mouth mirrored the action. three words caused the female to forget about the frustration. “ich. liebe. dich.” he punctuated the words, slowly pulling the letters longer than needed to assure the precise communication between them. 

“isch liebe disch.” she repeated the syllables, clapping the hands together when she realized that the sentence sounded close to what leon taught her. “that wasn’t too hard.” she admitted with a wide smile. taking the silver spoon between the delicate fingers, she stirred the coffee and placed it back on the small plate underneath the cup. looking up from the brown liquid, she raised the eyebrows when the wide smile on leon’s bearded face caught her attention.

“right.” he agreed with her, folding the fleshy fingers in front of his face, and placing the chin on the digits. “und nächstes mal lernen wir dann eine paar begriffe um mich beim nächsten spiel anzufeuern.” the german words floated out of his mouth as if he spilled the hot coffee straight on the table. eyes widened, and eyebrows arched highly, she opened the mouth to answer but didn’t understand a word.

the expression on her face, and the mouth ajar, caused leon to chuckle into the intertwined fingers.

“what?”

[footballerimaginess]

❤️ leon goretzka pls ✨🫶🏻

❤️ first kiss / realization You and Leon had been speaking for a while now, things were going really well between the pair of you. Everything was looking great, you were regularly visiting him and going to games. As you were walking out of the stadium after a disappointing exit out of the champions league. You headed down to go and meet him, trying your best to comfort him. "I am so sorry" you whispered as you cuddled him as he leaned in for a kiss, making your jump as he had never done that before. "I needed that" Leon whispered as he cuddled into you. "I needed it too" you pulled away as you