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thee-bat-boys · 6 months

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Always interested in an imagine with Sir Leon ;)

*if the gif is yours please let me know and I'll credit you/take it down*

warnings; eludes to some kind of torture but not explicit

a/n; i hope you like it! Let me know what you think, I love writing for Leon!

sir leon x reader.

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Imagines flashed in y/n's mind; Morgana with an unkempt appearance and eyes full of hate. Of Merlin, arms attached to chains and strung above him. Gwaine with sweat dripping from his face as he struggled against rope. Leon, eyes focused on her but instead of love they were filled with concern and a look of betrayal plastered on his face. Y/N fought for a moment, eyes shooting open to see the canopy that sat above her bed.

Feeling frantic as she fought to sit up, her eyes scanned the room until they landed on a familiar man. "Gaius, what happened?" She was met with silence, the older man tending to her before attempting to help her get comfortable. "Gaius." Her tone was firm, a sigh coming from the physician.

"What do you remember?"

"Nothing." It wasn't a lie, y/n would never believe that her dream might have once been a reality. Such a thought was quickly shattered as Gaius described the events that had transpired the past few days. There was silence, y/n not daring to look Gaius in the eyes. She hadn't realised he'd left until the door clicked and a flash of red met her.

Y/n took one look at Leon, his face bruised with a cut lip, and burst into tears. She'd caused this, even if she had been enchanted it had still been her. As Leon moved to comfort her, y/n shook her head and held her hands out to stop Leon in his tracks.

"Y/n...please."

Through her tears she looked at Leon. "No, you shouldn't be here." Leon looked confused, just as he had in her dream, wondering why his wife of merely a week didn't want him to comfort her. "I did that," she gestured to his face "I'm not a safe person."

It quickly dawned on Leon what y/n was talking about and he moved forward despite her protests.

Leon took a seat beside her on the bed, taking y/n's outstretched hands in his own. "That wasn't you." His voice was soft as he spoke, as if he was trying not to spook her. He brought her hands up to his mouth and kissed each one gently.

"The woman i love is in this bed. You, my darling wife, are safe in this bed and you are a safe person. I promise."

Y/n seemed to visibly calm down, allowing Leon to move closer to her. As he did so he kept his eyes on her and made sure their hands remained entwined. He was trying as hard as he could to remind y/n that she was safe, that he felt safe around her - it seemed to be working.

"I'm just happy to have you back." Leon tried to stop his voice breaking as he spoke, failing. "The bright light in your eyes that I fell in love with was gone, there was no laughter to be heard down the halls of Camelot and I thought you were lost to me. I thought i had lost the one good thing I have."

Y/n, hearing the pain in his voice, leaned over and kissed Leon as passionately as she haf on the wedding night. Leon winced, cut lip hurting, but he didn't dare pull away from his wife until she was ready.

"I don't know where I went or what happened but I'm back, I promise." She repeated his earlier words, keeping a hold of his hands.

"I'm back."

#bbc merlin #leon #sir leon #knight of camelot #wife #imagine #ask #writing #leon x reader #leon x yn #leon merlin #merlin #leon x you #angst #comfort #romantic #sir leon imagine #bbc merlin imagine #merlin imagine

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kotoriarlert · 4 months

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Jill: I sleep with a knife under my pillow

Claire: I sleep with a gun under my pillow

(Name):You're all pathetic

Claire: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

(Name): Leon

#I finally did an incorrect quote with yn lmao #resident evil #resident evil headcanons #resident evil incorrect quotes #claire redfield #jill valentine #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy headcanons #resident evil 4 #leon kennedy fluff #leon #resident evil 2 #resident evil death island

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sharksnshakes · 3 months

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I Knew You Would - Leon Kennedy

Leon Kennedy, your coworker and friend, does not want to just be friends. Too bad he hasn't told you that.

AN; honestly this fits with any post-re2 leon era, but i had death island on the brain. horrible movie. one of my absolute favorites. happy late valentine's

Wordcount; 226

TW; um... use of 'pookie' ig 😭 its ironic guys i swear

Leon's never been one for sappy shit. He doesn't have it in him, not after... well, everything. A lifetime of zombies and paperwork will do that to you. Still, when you set down a teddy bear on his desk with the utmost authority, he finds himself more confused than annoyed.

"His name's Pookie," you say, gesturing to the lettering on the pink ribbon around the bear's neck.

"Good morning to you, too," Leon mutters, leaning back in his chair and looking up at you with furrowed brows.

"For Valentine's Day," you add, pushing the bear closer to Leon. "Since we were both working."

Never mind the fact that you're just friends and nothing more. Just friends, even if Leon's been wanting to be more than friends for a long while now. Not that he's told you.

You lean against his desk, casual, as if you're not on the clock right now. "Was gonna get one for Chris, but I didn't think he'd appreciate it the same way you would."

"You thought I'd appreciate this?" he asks, trying and failing to tamp down the amused grin tugging at his lips.

"Oh, I knew you would."

He huffs out a laugh, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're too much."

You laugh as you walk away. "You love me, Kennedy."

If only you knew how right you were.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil death island #drabble #leon kennedy x yn #leon kennedy x you #bestie leon kennedy #valentines day fic #maybe a drabble series...?

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lexsssu · 1 year

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Pretty (Leon S. Kennedy)

TAGS: Leon/F!Reader, fatherhood, smut, breeding, pregnancy

Iɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ɪʀʀᴇsɪsᴛɪʙʟᴇ.

Eat well, my children ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

It’s the change in your scent that serves as an early sign.

After his brush with the Plaga all those years ago, it had left Leon with a few…quirks, so to speak. Enhanced vision, hearing, and smell were the biggest and most noticeable ones.

It was only when he’d finally found you that he became…more aware of just how much the Plaga had changed certain parts of himself.

You always smelled sweet to him, what with your love of using body mists, perfumed soaps, body lotions, and the like. He’s so used to the blood and grime that’s become a staple in his line of work that when he manages to take his first whiff of you, it takes all his mental fortitude not to sniff you like a pervert and scare you away.

And when one day you begin smelling even sweeter, the scent of strawberries & cream somehow becoming headier, more intoxicating, and more alluring than usual, he feels his blood practically heating up in response.

“Is that a new body mist?”

“Hmm? No, I’m not wearing any body mist right now. Why?” The way you tilted your head and gazed up at him with so much trust and innocence never failed to bring out the darker parts of his being.

It’s no surprise that in spite of your negative answer, you still end up bent over the kitchen counter as Leon slammed his hips against your ample derriere. His face buried in the junction between your neck and shoulder, inhaling the scent of your skin as he left countless love bites over your supple skin.

That was another thing he’d realized the Plaga had left him.

There was always this innate need to leave his mark on you, particularly through physical ones such as imprints of his lips and teeth on your neck or bruises the shape of his fingers on your hips.

The way you mewled so feebly as his much bigger body draped over yours only served to fuel his hunger even more.

When you present him the positive pregnancy test a week after that incident, Leon feels something inside of him snap.

“Can’t believe my little baby is gonna have our baby…”

The heat the flows through his veins and seemed to pool in his loins, pouring load after load in your sopping cunt that seemed all too happy to receive it. If you weren’t already pregnant, then you’d certainly get knocked up at this point.

“You’re gonna look so pretty all big and swollen, sweetheart. Gonna be the prettiest mama in the world. MY pretty ‘lil mama…”

Even if some of his actions were slightly influenced by the Plaga, Leon knew that he didn’t need any virus to know that he wanted nothing more than breed you.

His pretty little wife, the love of his life, and the mother to all his children.

#lexsssu writes #resident evil #leon kennedy x reader #leon s. kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x yn #leon kennedy x y/n #leon s. kennedy x you #leon. s. kennedy x y/n #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon s. kennedy x reader smut #re leon kennedy x reader #re leon s. kennedy x reader

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cheezbites · 8 months

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Y/N: (Is spreading strawberry jam on bread with a kitchen knife)

König: “Why don’t you use a butter knife?”

Y/N: “Well, it’s not butter is it?” (Licks jam off knife)

Ghost: “You’re too incompetent to be using a kitchen knife,” (Snatches knife from you)

Y/N: “I’m too incompe-what?”

Ghost: “Point proven.”

Masterlist

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rae-pss · 2 months

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Hello! can I ask you about the Bucciarati Gang with a character whose Stand can only copy other people's Stands. For example, if, when they got into the Gang, they would constantly carry a “therapy animal” with them, but in fact it is a Sando-user animal, and the character simply copies its abilities. the truth is revealed when, due to danger, the pet was convinced or died and the character had to use the Stands of the gang members. sorry if there are too many conditions here

masterlist

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . this one took me quite a time, i didn't even know what to write specifically. wishing i understood it correctly (😭). i hope you like it, dear anon (<3). ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . lowercase intended, i didn't specify the animal but the stand is called "the animals", 349 words.

the group never questioned your constant companion at all times of the day, even accepting that wherever you were, your pet would surely accompany you.

neither could they think much about how affectionate the animal was at times with them, simply accepting that as normal for the creature. little did they suspect the real reason behind this peculiar behavior was because, through direct touch, your stand could use its abilities.

which ended up ruining your plan to keep your ability a secret as much as possible when, during a tough battle, [the animals] left your side and ended up getting between narancia's legs, which led to the appearance of a second [aerosmith] through the skies.

that was not what you expected, neither you nor anyone else for a matter of fact; but there was nothing you could do, not when the small plane was already in flight and visible to everyone present.

there was no time to waste when the battle was so complicated.

it was not until once it was over, once some calm was felt in the atmosphere that the group went towards you in search of the long-awaited answers.

and, that was when you had to explain to them everything you once avoided sharing about your stand. an accumulation of information that you had hidden from their knowledge for all that time you were in the group.

in general, this lack of confidence on your part hurt everyone, to a greater or lesser extent.

that you distrusted it to such an extent was expected as it was painful for those who wore their hearts on their sleeves.

the event ended in a displacement, a kind of wall that separated others from you. one that was breaking as they accepted what happened and you asked for their forgiveness, at least from those who were most hurt.

after that bump in the road, everything returned to how it used to be. only now they understood why your companion was so affectionate in those moments. some even tease you by arguing why you might need their stands right away.

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idkjustsupersonic · 11 months

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Leon’s last meal

Warning: smut 18+, kissing, oral sex

Leon gripped onto your thighs and ass as he devoured your pussy like it was his last meal.

He was below you, your head into the pillows of the bed. You were moaning loudly into the pillows, your hands gripping onto the bedsheet.

Leon was smart, knowing you would never lift off of his face because when you would be weak, you’d just lay there. And when you really wanted him, you would buck you hips so hard, Leon would have to take a breather.

Leon eventually lifted you up off his face and crawled up to you. Leon licked his lips before kissing you passionately.

To say the least, you were knackered. You breathing was so much more heavier than the last time you two done this.

“You okay?” Leon asked, placing a hand on your cheek.

“Mhm, just more exhausting than last time,” you smiled.

“Good,” Leon smiled back at you.

Leon wrapped his arms around you waist, as your arms wrapped around his chest. You laid your head in his shoulder, giving him kisses there every now and then before you both drifted off to sleep.

#leon kennedy #x reader #x yn #x you #smut #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil

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ye4gerism · 9 months

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LEON KENNEDY X BLACK!READER HEADCANONS

warnings none

author’s note this is my first attempt at any leon work😋 i’m still working my way through the resident evil series. i used greenlilys’s post to build this one! my requests are open; feel free to read my rules and request!

FIRST IMPRESSION

(i’m not sure what leon to write about, so i’ll talk about his general thoughts)

obvs he thought you were pretty hot (bc you are!!!). don’t cancel me but i feel like leon falls under that category of white men that love natural hair and braids (i hope you guys know what i mean 😭). like ofc he’d love you in whatever hairstyle you had on but the two strand twist and the box braids with curled ends got to him. leon’s the type of mf to stop you in a grocery store and be like “i like your hairdo 😄” and pull you into some sort conversation that ends up with him having your number.

YOUR FIRST TV SHOW / MOVIE TOGETHER

you swore that leon needed to get on suits. he kind of rolled his eyes at the pilot episode and was like “did you want to watch because i work in law enforcement???” (yes😶) but he ends up loving the show but not enough to watch it after season seven (ifykyk😣).

you made him watch death at a funeral (you guys should go watch!!!). he could not stop laughing. face red and everything.

DRIVING

you’re the better driver. everyone knows leon is shit at driving and everyone questions how he even has a license. can’t even let him touch a bike. when you guys go out together, YOU drive.

‘I LOVE YOU’

i really can’t decide who would say “i love you” first but it would be such a disney movie moment.

cuddling under the night sky, your head on his shoulder, his head resting on top of yours and one of you would just blurt that three letter word and fireworks would go off.

COOKING

okay. so. for a ✋🏻, leon is pretty decent when it comes to cooking. before meeting you, he knew how to make eatable food. then he meets you and his world literally explodes (and his cooking improves even more).

MEETING YOUR FAMILY

were your parents surprised when you brought him home? yes. but did they also fall in love with him? YES. leon brought your mom flowers and was able to warm up to your dad. watching him interact with your parents felt familiar in a way; like he belonged. your parents loved how respectful he was and his humor.

‘I LOVE YOU’ PT 2

if anything, leon says “i love you” most. if not verbally, through his actions. he leaves you little notes - in your bags, your shoes, in your make up bag. he gets snacks ready for you without acting. he likes to surprise you with items off your wishlist. the man just loves you sm!

#black reader #black yn #leon kennedy x black reader #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil x black reader #resident evil x reader

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konigsstuff · 7 months

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Leon S. Kennedy x Y/N (Infinite Darkness)

Author's note: 18+, party , get drunk, sex, romantic/flirty Leon, reference to sex, smut!!

Thank you so much for the likes, reblogs and comments/requests too! (≧▽≦)

(There may be grammatical errors in the text, exuse me!)

You were officially invited to a small gathering tonight.You dressed nicely for the occasion, your dress was a beautiful black evening dress, your accessories were two bracelets and an earring, you thought that you didn't want to wear anything fancy, which would be too much.

Your work colleagues and some of their acquaintances were invited to this gathering, but at that time you had no idea that this was not a simple gathering. You walked in the door and you were immediately hit by the smell of alcohol and the smell of sweat from so many people. You really didn't expect this, you thought it would be an intimate gathering, but somehow it turned out differently. You looked around to see if you could find someone you knew, but the people you knew were drunk a long time ago or were talking to someone else. That's why you looked for a quiet place where you sat down with a bottle of wine in your hand, which you brought, by the way.

-Hey, are you okay? Why is such a pretty girl alone?

You looked up in the direction of the voice and saw a handsome man with blue eyes in front of you. Then you realized who he really is, because you know each other very well. -Leon?

Leon let out a small laugh. -How inattentive are you that you don't even recognize me?

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. -I'm not careless either. Is there any whiskey around here? I think I'm bored of wine now...

-Follow me. Said Leon, and with that strength he turned around and took a bottle of whiskey from the shelf. -We could have a drink together, don't you think? Leon tried to flirt with you a lot even in your office, most of the time you did the same, or just giggled at him.

Leon poured a glass of whiskey for you and himself. He had already drunk some alcohol, which isn't surprising. You sipped the whiskey slowly because you didn't plan to get too drunk. In the meantime, you noticed that Leon measured you several times and kept his eyes on you. -You are really pretty...as always. He pulled his mouth into a smile. He came closer and grabbed the shoulder strap of your dress and started twisting it with his fingers. Your heart started pounding, but you tried to control yourself. You felt his breath on your neck, which made your job even more difficult. A pleasant tingle began to form in your stomach.

Leon grabbed your waist and chin so he could look into your eyes.-Tell me, do you want this? He whispered and caressed your hair, his eyes were full of desire. He slid one of his hands down, which was resting on your waist until now. Leon pulled your dress up slightly to get access to your panties. He started rubbing his hand on your pussy through your panties. You tried to hold back your moans, the alcohol made you even hornier. -I see you like it, little girl...Tell me what you want.

You put your hand over your mouth so no one could hear your little moans. -Leon...please...help me, I can't last much longer like this...

Leon listened to what you told him with a grin. -How about we look for somewhere quieter now?You nodded in response. Leon picked you up in his arms in a bridal pose, and took you to another room where there was no one, it was a bedroom, or it could be some kind of guest room. Leon put you on the bed, then took off his shirt and climbed on top of you. You measured Leon with your eyes, you liked what you saw, he also noticed that you measured him. -Mhm... With this strength, You placed one hand on him chest and began to explore it. He smirked and kissed your collarbone. -That's a good girl...exploring me how you like it. This is gonna be such a good night~ He said with full of desire.

-Then shall I tell my little doll about my big surprise? He smirked and looked at you for a response. You were wondering what Leon wanted to get out of this. -Yes, tell me.

-Very well, dear. He chuckled. -I have something under my belt... He looked at you as he lowered his head and kissed your belly. -And I'm pretty sure you know... He smiled at you as he took off his belt.

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bimboothefool · 8 months

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Cat Leon art dump

#my art #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil leon #re leon x reader #leon kennedy x reader #art dump #re4 x reader #re4 leon x reader #x yn #reader insert art

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thee-bat-boys · 6 months

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SIR LEON, bbc merlin

*if the gif is yours please let me know and I'll credit you/take it down*

warnings; none.

a/n; this might not be any good but here you go, an idea i had whilst writing the fanfic im working on! leon deserves some love.

sir leon x gn reader.

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Leon didn't wait, he didn't care anymore. He took hold of their face and pulled y/n closer until their lips met, a symphony playing in his head as he kissed them. All the stolen looks, the silent touches for comfort and all the smiles they shared came flooding back to him. He was in love with y/n.

Pulling away was the moment that Leon felt regret build in his stomach, questioning what he had just done. Y/n was married, a valued member of the court of camelot, what was he doing? He dropped his hands, going to back away from y/n and leave before the shame spread but he was frozen.

Despite the shock of being kissed by Leon, y/n took hold of his falling hands and kept hold of them. The man in front of her was still, not taking his eyes off y/n as they stood silently. Without hesitation, y/n leaned in and kissed Leon, keeping a strong hold of his hands as they did so.

The kiss only lasted a moment but both were put of breath, foreheads touching as they broke apart. Y/n had been shocked by the kiss, as shocked as Leon had been when he'd dared to kiss them, but it had been welcomed.

Despite being married, y/n hadn't ever been happy in her marriage. Married to someone they didn't love, someone who didn't have respect for them and someone who treated them almost the opposite to how Leon had treated them.

Every day Leon would say hello and ask after y/n, a smile on his face had always signified that it wasn't a chore. Tears would always be wiped from y/n's face by Leon, a gentle voice asking what was wrong. Smiles had always been shared between the two for months. Neither had figured it would lead them to that moment but neither of them would have changed it.

"I'm in love with you, y/n." Leon's voice was soft as he spoke, eyes locked on y/n's eyes as they stayed touching foreheads. They could feel Leon's breath on their face, ragged as he tried to control it. "I wish things were different, I wish you weren't married, I wish-"

Y/n cut him off with another kiss, this one lasting longer than the other ones had been. This one had more passion behind it, the idea of being loved and respected had spurred y/n on - it was all they had ever wanted from a man.

"I love you too, Leon."

#bbc merlin #merlin #bbc #leon x yn #sir leon imagine #sir leon merlin #merlin imagine #camelot #gn reader #gender neutral reader #imagine #merlin bbc #fluff #kissing #forbidden love #medieval #knight #leon of camelot

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keroanya · 1 year

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various! jjba adopting a cat (or more) with reader!

Warnings: None! just cats. possible ooc, very self indulgent^^

Notes: (C/N) is cat name^^

i NEED to adopt several cats with my self-proclaimed babygirls.

Jotaro Kujo

At first, he was a bit upset about bringing a cat into the house. Don’t get him wrong, he absolutely loves animals! He’s just a bit concerned with taking care of the furry friend.

Over the first week or so, he doesn’t interact much with the cat, even though they are actively trying to get his attention at all hours of the day by pawing at his legs.

After this first week, he does slowly start to warm up to the little furball. You were quite shocked to see him snuggled up in bed with the cat splayed across his lap.

“(C/N), that’s my spot.”

The cat ended up on the floor, but they made their way back into his lap once you were both asleep.

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During his time in Morioh, he definitely showed some pictures of his cat to Josuke.

In his temporary office in Morioh, the three pictures he had on his desk were you, a family picture (you, the cat, and him), and him with the stardust crusaders.

As much as he said in the beginning that he wouldn’t enjoy the cat’s company, he truly does love your fur child.

I don’t think he would want a second cat. His viewpoint behind it is that if (C/N) starts showing signs that he needs more feline company, then he will talk to you about getting another cat.

Leone Abbacchio

Just like jotaro, he’s weary of having a cat at first.

His general annoyance towards the fluffball was amplified when (c/n) accidentally knocked a bottle of wine off the counter…

Luckily you were able to catch the bottle before it hit the floor. Congrats! You prevented a horrible outcome.

It would take a lot longer for Leone to become somewhat close with (C/N), probably a month or two (or even three).

After that time, your favorite goth man becomes inseparable from (C/N)

He definitely showed the whole gang the cat.

The whole gang definitely did not come over to have dedicated (C/N) play time.

During a session of bucci-gang-cat-time, Bruno brought up the idea of adopting another cat for (C/N) spend time with

You both loved the idea, and stopped at the animal shelter the next time you could.

risotto nero

He was the one who brought the cat home in the first place.

“I’m sorry, I stopped by a shelter and the techs said this cat was going to get put down, their name is (C/N)”

Literally such an absolute sweetheart (long live animal lover ris headcanons)

You both spend nights curled up in bed with (C/N) sleeping at the foot of the bed.

About a year after adopting (C/N), you both decided to start fostering kittens that needed help at shelters

The best sight in the world is seeing a buff, goth man bottle feeding several kittens while whispering how they’re doing so amazing.

Of course, with fostering comes the adoptions of the kittens.

When his first litter of kittens he raised got adopted, you could’ve sworn you saw small tears escape his eyes.

The next litter of kittens after that, he kept a bonded pair.

Specializes in helping special needs kittens. One of the cats in the aforementioned bonded pair was actually deaf.

Definitely has a shirt that says “cat dad” on it

Proscuitto saw him wearing the shirt one time when coming over, he absolutely laughed his ass off.

Risotto was NOT happy.

#jjba x reader #vic writes #jjba x gn reader #jjba x yn #risotto nero #risotto nero x reader #leone abbacchio #leone abbachio x reader #abbachio leone #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo

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leonsmamacita · 7 months

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"Drunk on Lust"

a/n: hello! so this is my first ever fic written/posted in public, mostly bc im shy nd i get intimidated a bunch jsjsjjs but! that changes today! anyways i dont wanna make this too long, so tldr; just lmk if i did good nd if there is any suggestions u wanna give, feel free to! idk how tumblr rlly works so sorry if tags/cw is off

word count: 2.1k (yes i do hate myself)

disclaimer: just bc i write it dont mean i condone these actions irl! this is purely for entertainment purposes ONLY; practice safe sex + drink responsibly <3

MDNI; +18 ONLY

cw: a tad of angst, alcohol abuse ( reader is forced to consume alcohol ), mentions of vomit, heavy degrading, mention of breeding, overstimulation, edging, p in v, no comfort/no aftercare, manipulation, mentions of guilt-tripping, BDSM ( temperature play, spanking, sadism ), mentions of lactation, he comes inside, empty sex ( fwb ), no use of y/n; not proof read!

song below is the main inspo for this fic if u are interested to give a listen to!

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"Great, just what I fucking needed."

Waking up with a splitting headache along with a burning migraine from a hangover was a feeling Leon found himself all too familiar with as of late; breath reeks of cheap booze and remnants of whatever he had for dinner. In a daze, he sat up and found himself in more pain than usual. Although only in his prime (around the 30's), his body feels as though it had gone through decades.

Phone now in hand, he checks his inbox and sees an unread message sent by the one person who can take away not only the physical pain, but the emotional kind as well— his own personal carrier for his emotional baggage. A snort leaves his nose as he reads the message; you always aimed to please, telling yourself constantly that you are only doing this to help a friend out. A "friend", how cute. So pretty, so young, and yet so naive.

On his way to your place, he spaces out for a moment or two. He would always find himself in this suffocating mog of black, a place his fucked up brain traps him in against his will. A never ending spiral that he keeps getting swept up in— no matter how many times he tries to regain control, it always ends up out of his hands due to the cruel will of fate. That was, until he met you.

As corny as it was, you were the light at the end of this dark tunnel he trapped himself in. Unhealthy habits; he would do them all, and no one would bat an eye. You were the only one who truly cared, who truly worried— he could not let you go. He looses himself to you each and every time, much more than he does to alcohol. When he admitted this to you, you were more than willing to offer yourself to him in any way he sees fit. It doesn't matter if he was mildly intoxicated or black out drunk, you would always welcome him in with open arms. And open legs.

"Hey, you."

Your voice snapped him out of his daydream. How did he not manage to crash on his way here? Perhaps it was his body usually going on autopilot during those moments. His mind was already wired into what turns to take, what lane to switch to on the highway, and what apartment complex building you reside at. As long as it leads to you.

Not wanting to waste another second, his lips crashed into yours. You already smelled the alcohol, sweat and vomit on him, it was only more intense as you tasted it on your tongue. No matter, you agreed to this anyways. You want this as much as he does— he conditioned you to do so. Fumbling with the leather of his jacket, he slips it off and tosses it to the side, doing the same with your sleep-shirt. Your nipples stiffen at the draft of cold air fanned against your areolas, moaning at how sensitive they grew out to be after Leon forced you to get those piercings.

His gaze falls on the ends of the silver bars, tempted to suck them harshly enough you were sure enough to lactate— even though you couldn't. But, he has to be patient, you had only gotten them three months ago. No worries, he will have his way with your tits soon enough. His rough thumb pads gently trace down the side of your hips to your love handles, holding onto them as he hoists you up into his arms. Sitting you down on the kitchen counter, he nips at your neck as he desperately tugged down your pajama shorts along with your undergarments.

Without hesitation, he opens his flyer to take out his painfully hard cock— the tip crying of pre as he taps it against your clit, sending a jolt of raw pleasure to shoot straight to your core and all throughout your lower abdomen. With his free hand, he takes out his hip flask and looks at you with that familiar glint of lust in his eyes.

"Open up."

A beat too slow passes; before you could register what he is planning to do, he scissors you open with his fingers and shoves the opening of the flask past your lips, forcing you to take him and to drink whatever cheap booze was inside the flask all at once. It was overwhelming, too much, and yet it was creating the perfect storm between you two— enough to make both of you moan at the sensation.

The cold counter meets the flesh of ass, sticking to it just slightly as your slick runs down your thighs and around the girth of his fat, long fingers. Dragging you onto him, using you as if you were a living sex doll; no regards for your pleasure whatsoever. Feeling a bit dazed, possibly from the alcohol he forced you to take, you whimper. It only intensifies at the fat of his calloused fingers kissing the opening of your g-spot, causing that delicious burning sensation you can't get enough of— you were sure you were going to be aching by the time he is done with you, and he is just getting started. Feeling your walls flutter around him, he quickly pulls out, leaving you whining as you clench around nothing.

He coos at you softly, making those empty promises of making you cum— he never lives up to it however. It's not like he can't, he could. But, he likes to be an asshole and rip away the pleasure from you, costing you an explosive orgasm that leaves you crying as the feeling quickly coils back painfully into your core; denying you pleasure is an all-time favorite for Leon, even if he ends up blue-balling himself as well. Makes coming inside you all worth it.

Grabbing the bottle of liquor you took a shot of earlier to hype yourself up before Leon came over, he smirked darkly at you, drinking in every detail of your pathetic self trembling at the denied pleasure. An eerie silence falls between them, before it was interrupted with a loud gasp falling from your lips and a low hum leaving Leon's.

"What, can't handle it? C'mon, you're a big girl," he teased, disregarding your pleas and the crescent-shaped cuts you leave on his biceps as you clawed away at him, trying to get him to pull the cold glass bottle away from your clit. Rubbing the icy glass against your clit some more, he holds the edge of it and pushes the hood that protects it back, exposing your clit some more. "So pretty; you're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Leon then rubs the length of the bottle against your exposed clit, making you writhe against him, pressing your body further back against the cold counter. Either way, you were trapped between his heavy body and the counter, forced to give into the aching pleasure being given to you. You just have to take it.

Finally, he takes the bottle away from your heat, making you sigh in relief— and yet, you were again slightly denied an impending orgasm. Were you seriously going to cum from that? God, Leon was ruining you. Before you could dive deeper into the relief, your lips meet in an open mouth kiss, and you could taste the booze he forces into your mouth. Not wanting to choke, you are forced to swallow the alcohol quickly, already feeling lightheaded. You weren't drunk, not yet at least, but you were at least woozy enough for Leon to hoist you over his shoulder and take you to your bedroom.

You aren't sure when he started rutting against your crying pussy with his fat tip, but nonetheless the sensation makes you arch your back, bringing your chest up against his broad pecs. A snort leaves his mouth at your reaction, making you whine at how mean he is being to you.

"Actin' like a bitch in heat," he blows his hot breath against your ear lobe, leaning in and licking the shell of your ear, making you mewl. "Gonna have to fuck you s'good, it'll make you drunk on my fat dick instead." With that, he splits you open and completely bottoms out deep inside you. Fuck, fuck, fuck, too much. Your mouth agape, that dumbfounded look on your face— it only pushed him to snap his hips against yours, balls slapping against your cheeks, making obscure and downright pornographic sounds echo around the room.

Switching positions, he maintains himself lodged inside you as he flips you on your stomach, putting you in a prone-bone position. Wrapping his arm around your neck, he cuts off your airway just right. The mixture of alcohol and the lack of oxygen makes your head spin, making you have this fucked-out look on your face as Leon continues to ravage your pussy from behind. Low grunts and growls are heard from him; he was close, and you were too.

"Yeah? You like that? Drunk on my booze and on my cock," he laughs at you, mocking you as you can only let out a sinful symphony of moans. "Such a slut, letting me fuck you into your own mattress, fuck," he keeps choking you out, squeezing your neck as your cheek meets his bicep, having no choice but to bite down on the meat of his muscle in order to muffle your moans. "What's the matter? Don't want your neighbors to hear you getting slut out? Letting the perverted alcoholic have his way with you? Is that it?"

His words contained malice and lust, with no respect for you whatsoever. As much as you hated him for talking down on you this way, the way he is battering your insides and plunging deep inside your guts has your body saying otherwise. A sour feeling creeps up on your stomach— either it was the urge to throw up since you were quite literally drunk and being dragged back and forth on some dick, or it was the urge to let go and cum. Either or, it was making you even more dizzy, becoming too much to handle.

"Aw, am I being too mean to you, sweetheart?" Leon said in his snarky, condescending tone, laughing at you as tears streamed down your face, proving this to be too much even for you. And yet, despite this, he continued to fuck you stupid. "Hold on just a lil longer, nngh, fuck, take it," A loud smack is heard as his handprint marked the fat of your ass, and more is heard as he continues to spank and fuck you at a ruthless and unforgiving pace. "Oh fuck, if you keep sucking me in like that, m'gonna have to plug this pretty pussy up full of my cum and give you a baby."

Skin slapping against skin, slick mixing with pre, it all became too much. Letting out one last cry, you come so hard you could've sworn you could see stars as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Leon only laughs at this, slightly wincing at the grip your walls have on him. This doesn't deter him however, as he continues to thrust into you much deeper, balls slapping against your pussy lips as he grinds his hips flush against your ass. Clit chaffing against the bedsheets, he overstimulates you over the edge, causing you to hiccup in between sobs.

Hearing you sob was what pushed him to the peak of his climax; what an asshole, getting off of the idea of making a sweet soul like you who only wanted to help a piece of shit like him cry. His thick and heavy cum floods your womb, holding your hips in a bruising grip as the last ropes of his load spurts inside you, finishing with a guttural moan. Leaving his softening dick inside you, he lightly taps the red and hot flesh of your lower back. "Still with me?"

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"Jesus, my head.."

You wake up the next day, hungover and sore as shit. You feel as though you got ran over by a tow truck carrying trucks. Lifting the blanket off of your body, you notice the small puddle of slick and cum on your bed sheets, letting out a scoff of annoyance.

Lugging yourself out of bed, you take a quick shower to freshen up and to get started with your day— even though it was nearly three at the afternoon. Your phone in hand, you see a new message in your inbox. It was from Leon.

Leon [10:52 AM]: "You up yet?"

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