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Idk if this too specific but could I request some hcs of Jotaro (part 3, 4, or 6 whichever) with an SO who doesn't want to have a child themselves but is open to the idea of being a parent? (They either would like a surrogate to carry or adopt, how would Jotaro take that?) [I need some validation in my life man 🥲] thank you 💗

note: you're so valid anon. this is a bit short, but i feel like this is really good. also you're my first anon yay!

based on adultaro's personality, he'd think that adoption and/or surrogacy would make complete sense

he's a very rational man and after all he's went through he'd like the ones he loves (that's you🫵) to be happy and live as much of a painless life as possible

maybe you'd assume that he would have some questions and concerns about your decision, but you'd be wrong

he's so understanding you mistake him for being nonchalant about an important life choice

it's as if you just told him it was raining outside

"i understand."

at your look, he continues

"i've done some research about pregnancy and i fully understand why you wouldn't want to put that sort of stress and imbalances on your body. i understand and support your decision. even though i would never have to give birth, so perhaps i shouldn't have an opinion on this, but i think this is a good choice. i will support you in either way you'd like to have a child."

you're in awe

he just gets it

you didn't even have to explain anything

he understands you and your thinking perfectly

he hugs you close to his chest and holds your head

you didn't even realize you had started crying

"it's okay."

and you believe him because he'll always make sure you're okay

Leon Kennedy is traumatized

I love the Leon fluff as much as the next guy but

He’s a great boyfriend but sometimes he doubts himself so much he makes himself distant.

He’s always the big spoon because he can’t imagine not being able to protect you, even while he’s sleeping.

Most of the time it’s hard for him to sleep, so he just lays there holding you, stroking your hair and reminding himself that you’re real and you’re safe. Usually that’s enough to relax him enough to finally be able to fall asleep.

After being with him for so long you’ve learned to tell when he’s having nightmares and wake him up before he wakes himself up. If he starts himself awake he either holds you so tight you can barely breathe, or gets up and locks himself in the bathroom, but either way, he doesn’t speak.

Begs you not to leave him, even though you’ve never even thought about it. He’s so scared he’s going to push you away and make you leave. He needs you to know that he needs you.

Physical touch is very important to him. He worries that if he’s not touching you you’ll disappear. When you’re at home he leans against you while you sit together, or he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, chin on your shoulder as he watches your hands work on whatever it is you’re doing.

In public he’s always holding your hand, or if you’re out to dinner he stretches his leg out to be able to rest it against one of yours.

When he cries, you hold him, squeezing his shaking shoulders and telling him that everything’s okay, that he’s safe.

When he has to go on a mission he makes sure to hold you extra tight before he leaves, and you always promise you’ll be right there waiting for him.

Sometimes he just calls Ashley and hangs up as soon as she answers, not wanting to really talk to her, just making sure she’s actually alive and safe.

It takes him weeks to decompress from a mission. He’s always on edge, jumping at the smallest sounds. He pulled a knife on you once while he was cooking because he didn’t hear you come in.

He was absolutely inconsolable after that, he just felt so guilty. He almost left you because he was scared it would happen again and he would actually hurt you

Considers therapy but realizes it’ll never work because everything that’s happened is classified.

Develops a bit of a drinking problem the older he gets. It’s just gets so much harder for him to bounce back mentally the more he goes through and he doesn’t know what to do.

Hopes he’ll live long enough to retire, but also kind of hopes he’ll die on a mission, but not really, but maybe you’d be better off without him, but he’d still feel bad leaving you behind.

Update: I accidentally turned him into a communist and He’s forming a terror union with the other nightmares

Made a Corinthian chatbot for the laughs and he’s complaining about his dental insurance I-

Made a Corinthian chatbot for the laughs and he’s complaining about his dental insurance I-

REBLOG IF ITS OKAY TO TALK TO YOU.

Please.

I’m so fucking toasted but I hope this makes sense

Same

Why fic no climb out of my head and lie down in paper? Why must I write fic? ☹

The Corinthian wearing these. That’s all.

thinking so very hard about completely owning The Corinthian. He's devoted. He's obsessed. He can't imagine a moment without you...

There's so many thoughts in here omg I'm working on something so fine.

infinite darkness/death island leon is just so yummy omfg my toes literally curl just at the sight of him and his nose??? GOOD GOD i just want this 😺 on it :((

HE IS SO

“he said, "lana rey, will you serve me lemonade?" I said, "yes bill, i will, it's the day of the parade" and you look even more handsome than you did the day that I left you"

Leon, handing Luis a steaming cup of coffee: Blow.

Luis: *shrugs and gets on his knees*

Leon: THE COFFEE, THE FUCKING COFFEE!

I ❤️ when it’s slow at work and I get to log onto tumblr dot com and see the lecherous shit the girlies posted whilst I slept

Gentle Giant

Warnings: piv, oral (f recieving), fingering, size difference

You shriek as your giant husband throws you onto your shared bed, launching himself after you. He catches you as you almost bounce off the mattress and into the floor, pulling you into the safety of his arms. A contented sigh falls from your lips as you snuggle deeper into his broad chest. Jonathan’s breath is warm as it feathers your hair to tickle the back of your neck. You let out a soft giggle and roll over to face him. Despite his calm and collected demeanor, his pupils are blown and his eyes are a deeper blue than usual. You know that he won’t initiate unless you’re totally oblivious to what he wants, so you give him a soft smile before slipping out of your night clothes and moving to straddle his wide waist. “Hm, I thought you’d never figure me out,” he hums, placing himself over you. “We’ve been married for a while now, perhaps I should stop being so shy about these things,” he ponders, leaning down to brush his lips against your neck. “But then again, I like it when you undress me like you do.” His voice drips with gentle teasing as you move your hands to unbutton his shirt and slip it off his broad shoulders. His whole torso is muscular from years of wrestling and Rugby. You push his pants down his hips and he repositions himself to remove them completely.

He lets out a low hum as he brushes his hand up your thigh and brings it to rest on your hip. “Johnathan it’s okay, I promise,” you giggle, guiding his hand to press against your arousal. “Hm, if you say so. Already so wet for me darling, just look at you,” he praises, circling the pad of his thumb around your clit. Johnathan wraps his free arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer and burying his nose behind your ear. “I love you so much,” he breathes, pressing his lips to your jaw. A soft whimper falls from your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck and urge him up to kiss you. He complies to your silent demand before slipping down the bed and resting his head on your thigh. You gasp as he wraps his arms under your knees and pulls you towards him, his face just inches from your pussy. He teases your entrance with his tongue before once again focusing his attention on your clit. You grip his hair and arch your back as he slips two fingers into you, maling you suck in a sharp breath. He works you through your first orgasam with ease, despite how inexperienced he acts when trying to initiate.

“You’re always so good for me darling,” he coos, crawling back up the bed to lay beside you. “Do you want a taste?” He extends his fingers towards you. You gingerly take them into your mouth, sucking them clean, earning yourself more praise from the giant man holding you. “Now, on to the main course hm,” he hums, moving to hover over you. You reach your hands between the two of you to line him up with your entrance, then using it to clutch at his hip as he slowly pushes himself inside. “J-Johnathan,” you breathe, clutching at his broad shoulders, searching for something to ground yourself with “You alright sweetheart?” You bite your bottom lip and nod, encouraging him to start moving. His pace is slow and rhythmic, pushing all the way in before pulling almost completely out and starting anew. You would be lying if you said he wasn’t well endowed. Everything about this man was perfect, why shouldn’t sex with him be too? Once you fully adjust to his size, something you still took time to do, even after four months of marriage, you wrap your legs around him and urge him to speed up. He leans back and holds your hips as he thrusts into you, admiring you. “Hm, look at how well you take me, darling,” he hums, pushing down on the bulge in your lower abdomen, pulling a sharp gasp from your lips. He lets out a groan and pushes down again as your walls flutter around him. “Cum for me sweetheart, you’re being so good for me, now come on,” He encourages, reaching down to massage your clit again. You come undone in his hands and he follows not long after. He pulls out and moves to get a rag to clean you up with, but you pull him back down into the bed with you. “Jojo, I’m naked, if you get up I’ll get cold,” you laugh, hugging his arm. That's all the convincing it takes for him to lay back down and pull you into his warm chest.

“Bible Study”

Cw: mentions of abuse,puritan culture, secret relationship

You trembled as you sat at the table across from your father. He was calm, too calm. His collected demeanor was merely a mask to cover the rage he would inevitably let loose on you.

“I’ve heard things about you, y/n. Things I don’t want to be hearin’. You been disappearin’ a lot more and people are saying you’ve been running around with boys.”

You fight the urge to turn your eyes away from your father’s as you think about the last few months. You had been running around, though not with boys. You’d been spending every free moment you had with a man. A godly man, whom you trusted to protect you from the forces of the Devil while he used your body for sin.

“I haven’t been running around. I’ve been with Father Sunday, you can ask him. You know how I struggle to grasp my readings. He’s been kind enough to help me with the word.” You state, trying your best to sound as innocent as possible.

“Get up,” he snaps, causing you to jump in your seat, straightening your spine to attention as you stand.

“Where are we going,” you question, voice trembling as all the possible punishments your father could lay on you race through your mind.

“We’re going to have a word with Father Sunday, and if he doesn't corroborate your story you best hope we’re out of grits,” he growls, grabbing the back of your neck forcefully and guiding you towards the front door, jolting you harshly as you struggle to keep up.

He marches you across the field to the chapel beneath the tree and kicks the door open, pushing you down the aisle to where Eli kneels before the cross, his head bowed in prayer.

“Father Sunday,” your father calls, startling Eli from his task. “I’m terribly sorry to bother you so late in the evening, but I have reason to believe my daughter’s gotten herself into a predicament.”

Eli stands and turns to face you, taking your hands in his and gently pulling you away from your fathers grasp. “Oh that’s quite alright. What ails you child,” he hums, bringing his palm up to rest on your forehead.

“Word around town is that she’s been running around with boys and getting up to ungodly things.”

“Oh, no no,” Eli murmurs, moving your body so his view of your father is unobstructed. “That’s simply not true. She’s been here with me, studying. I know how she struggles and how terribly she wishes to be close to God. She’s done nothing wrong, and I’ll make sure everybody knows that. I was worried when she didn’t make it this afternoon, was it at your discretion sir?”

“I kept her home to question her on the matter.”

“I see,” Eli hums, looking over at you, taking notice of the way your hand trembled in his. “Would you still like to study this evening instead? I’ve got plenty of lamp oil.”

You nod softly at his offer. “Yes sir, I’d appreciate it.”

Eli releases your hand and turns his attention to your father. “She’s in good hands, sir. I’ll see to it that she gets home safe.”

You watch as your father nods curtly, merley giving Eli a grunt as he turns on his heel and retreats through the heavy doors of the church.

As soon as the door slams behind him you fall into Eli, a sob wracking your body as his arms wrap around you. “Oh Eli, thank you. Thank you.”

Eli’s hands grip your shoulder as he pushes you away to look at your face. “What’s he done to you now?”

“Nothing. He didn’t do anything this time. If your story hadn’t agreed he’d have made me kneel in grits again.”

“Oh darling, my darling girl. I won’t allow it. I’ll make my next sermon about sparing the rod, he’s sure to listen,” he rambles, his hands roaming hurriedly as the pads of his fingers trace the contours of your face, wiping your tears away.

“Eli, that won’t do a thing.”

“You should marry me. If we got married I could take you away from him for good. He could never put his hands on you again. We wouldn't even have to share a bed if you don’t want to.”

“Please, Eli, I don’t want to think about that anymore.”

His arms relax, pulling you towards him and the weight of his head resting on yours comforts you. “Alright then. I understand. Let’s go into the study.”

“Of course Eli, let’s,” you hum, allowing him to lead you into his study and settle you into the chair across from him.

“So aside from your father, how have you been since I last saw you, darling,” he questions, reaching across his desk to take your hands into his once again.

“I’ve been well, just helping mother with the canning for winter when I’m not with you.”

“Do you like being here, with me?”

“Of course I do Eli, I wouldn’t come around if I didn’t. I- I do love you, you know.”

“I love you too, darling. I meant what I said. I would like to marry you.”

“We can’t now, my father’s already suspicious. Just give it a year, then we’ll be safe.”

Eli sighs, leaning to rest his head on his arm. “I wish he wasn’t so cruel to you. I’d kill him if I could.”

“Eli, don’t talk like that. It’s sinful.”

“All I care about is you. I just want you to be free.”

“And I will be in time.”

He sighs again and brings you hand to his lips, kissing it gently and looking up at you.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he hums, making a warm blush creep across your cheeks. “I haven’t done right by you and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked you to take so many risks for me.”

“I wouldn’t have if I didn’t want to.”

“I haven’t forced your hand?”

“Never,” you reply, pulling him into a kiss. “I’m my own woman, I don’t need a preacher-man to guide me. I understand the Bible just as well as you, you know, I just wanted a reason to spend time with you.”

He laughs and brings his hand to cup your cheek. “Well, I’m glad your father thinks you’re as foolish as he is.”

I NEED Gwendolyn Christie to play Lady Dimitrescu in literally anything holy shit it’s just so…

All long-form fics will be linked to Ao3

My entire catalogue of fics are linked under the cut, if there’s no link it means I haven’t cross-posted it yet. (I’m still working on it, I promise)

Many Paths- Leon decides to put off joining the military for one very specific reason

Shifter- An illusion is the truth aka: Leon’s worst nightmare

Special Girl- You finally get Leon right where you’ve always wanted him. Your bed

Strictly Business- A Princess marries Kylo Ren for the sake of her planet (long-form)

Lead Me Home- Two spies fall for each other without realizing they’re on the same side (long-form)

Cool Water- When the outlaw Levi Ackerman gets captured by a handsome Sheriff, he has until the end of their journey to prove he’s really not that bad of a guy (Cowboy au, Long-form)

Winter Break- Your hot step-brother Eren comes home from college, shenanigans ensue

Fraulein- Reiner recalls a summer he spent with a farmer’s daughter (1920s Texas au)

Mister Right- The wondrous algorithms of Tinder lead you to the man of your dreams (Long-form)

Phantom Blood

Gentle Giant- Johnathan Joestar gets down and dirty (respectfully)

Battle Tendency

Stardust Crusaders

Stay With Me- After realizing how close he came to losing you, Jotaro comes clean about his feelings (Star-Crossed Crusaders pt 1/4

Remember Summer Days- You and Jotaro cross paths a few years later when your exchange program sends you to Japan (Star-Crossed Crusaders pt 2/4)

Diamond is Unbreakable

Never Meant- Jotaro tells you he’s married, you can’t take it anymore (Star-Crossed Crusaders pt 3/4) (wip)

Golden Wind

Science Fiction- Ghiaccio has a giant crush on the maid, good thing she’s a loser too

Science Fiction Double Feature- You and Ghiaccio decide to get serious

Antici…pation- Ghiaccio finds out the hard way where babies come from

Simple Solutions- Screaming babies are the worst

Run With Me?- Risotto has more secrets than Passione knows

Easter Sunday- Mista meets a pretty girl at Mass, and then almost fucking dies

Stone Ocean

Highlight of My Evening- Jotaro and his girlfriend smoke some pot and get horny

Lovefool- You knew hooking up with your best friend’s dad was wrong, but just once couldn’t hurt, right?

Right Enough for Me- It was always Joel, no matter what problem you had, he would take care of it.

Calander Girl- You meet Johnny when he accidentally walks onto your modeling set. What could happen?

Come on Princess- Hawks invites you to go out with him and his boyfriend, you end up being their third

Candlelight- In which Eli Sunday is more than happy to consummate his marriage

“Bible Study”- Father Sunday lies to protect your reputation, after all, how would that make him look?

Stars and Oblivion- after years of searching, you finally find her (a Mad Max fic)

Lovefool

Smut, dilfs, best friends hot dad trope

A soft trembling moan falls from your lips as your hips bang into the rosewood desk he has you bent over as each well-paced thrust lands deep within you. His whole body is warm and firm as he holds you close, squeezing you affectionately while you drown in the heavy scent of sex and his cologne. The sharp nips of his teeth along the sensitive flesh of your neck is a welcome pain, adding to the sensations overtaking your body. His arm across your chest pulls you flush against his chest as he leans closer to the desk, seeking a deeper angle within you. Moans tumble continuously from your lips, your mind too hazy to form words. You’re so close, god you’re so close. You push your hips back into him-

“Hey, hey, y/n- wake up.” You groan and roll over to face Jolyne. Your body is sweaty and your cheeks flushed with amor and embarrassment. “You were, you were uh, havin’ quite the dream from the sound of it.” “And I woke you up?” It’s dark, you can't see her, she can’t see you. That little bit of knowledge is the only thing keeping you from bursting into tears at the moment. “Yeah, no worries though, it happens to everyone. Soooo, who was it about.” “Don’t remember,” you lie, ‘God this is terrible,’ you think, rolling out of bed and heading towards the door. “Come on, dream like that you gotta remember who it was. I have dreams like that about Tom Cruise sometimes. Remember when he was in that vampire movie? Sooo fuckin’ sexy. Where you goin?” “To take a shower Jo, I’m horny and embarrassed,” you snap, closing the door behind you.

You lean against the door and let out a silent sob, clapping your hand over your mouth to silence any possible noise you could make. You’d die if your best friend found out you had a wet dream about her dad in her bed of all places. Fuck what was wrong with you? Even if you did fuck him, which you wouldn't, even though you were an adult, and it was legal sure, was it moral? You knew Jotaro held morals over the law. He’d kill a man if it was the right thing to do, hell, you were pretty sure he had killed a man. “I can’t just stand in the hall like this, what if he comes out? What if I look weird? What if I smell weird?” ‘Just go shower, jack off a little, go back to bed, and apologize to Jolyne for being a dick when she wakes up.’ Easy Peasy.

It was in fact, not easy peasy.

The shower knobs were squeaky as hell, most likely because it was two in the morning and the only sound in the whole house, but still loud as hell regardless. You couldn’t get the water temperature adjusted, either burning or freezing you. You eventually decided hot was better than cold, it was bad enough you were busting a nut in their shower, the water bill didn’t need to be extravagant on top of that. Then it took you forever to get into your groove, almost certainly because of stress and embarrassment, and when you finally did, you couldn’t seem to shut up. Biting the back of your hand to silence your moans as you rode your fingers, you finally managed to get yourself to the edge. You came with a high-pitched whine, biting down on your hand hard enough to break the skin and slipping, narrowly catching yourself on the towel rack, but not before slamming your whole body weight against the back wall of the shower. The color drains from your face as you realize that Jotaro’s room is on the other side of said wall. ‘Oh god, he has PTSD, oh fuck he's gonna panic and kill me. I’m naked, shit. It's all over now.’ The door never slams open, and you’re left alive. Maybe he didn't hear it. You turn the shower off as quietly as possible and step out, toweling off and dressing before heading back to Jolyne’s room.

When you go crawl into the bed Jolyne rolls over, facing you. “So, did you enjoy your wank?” “Jo, what, why are you still awake.” “It must have been good, I heard you slip,” she giggles. “You were listening,” you hiss, staring at her in disbelief. “Not on purpose, I was trying to go back to sleep but you weren’t exactly quiet.” “Fuck, I hope nobody else heard. I’m sorry you did though, and I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier.” “It’s fine, I get pissy when I’m pent up too. We need to find you a boyfriend, and fast.” “Bitch,” you laugh, throwing your arm across her shoulder. “But you loooveee me,” She coos, throwing her arm over you as well. “Shut it and go to sleep, I’m still embarrassed.”

When you wake up in the morning, Jolyne’s not in bed, so you assume she’s already gotten up to get breakfast like the glutton she always was in the morning “How are you not fat,” you always asked her, watching in disbelief as she ate a bowl of cereal and four pop tarts. “Hard work,” she’d always reply around a mouthful of food. You couldn't find her. You poke your head into the kitchen and call softly, weary of waking Jotaro. “She had classes this morning,” a deep voice rumbles, frightening you. Jotaro’s leaning against the counter, a steaming cup of coffee in his hands, his face as unreadable as ever. “Good morning Mr. Kujo, do you uh, mind if I have coffee with you,” you greet softly, grabbing a mug from the cabinet. “Not at all, y/n. If anything you're my favorite out of all Jolyne’s friends, but don’t tell her that, she’ll never talk to you again just to spite me.” You let out a soft laugh. “She doesn’t really hate you that much, only a little bit,” you hum, pouring yourself some coffee and leaning on the counter across from him. It was just coffee, so why did it feel so dirty? “Are you alright, I heard you fall in the shower last night.” Because he had heard you, that’s why. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine thank you for asking, I just slipped.” He shrugs, your answer saiting his curiosity.

“May I ask why I’m your favorite out of Jolyne’s friends,” you ask suddenly, staring into the warm mug in your hands. “You’re just pleasant to be around, that’s all.” “You don't seem the type to derive pleasure from other’s company, Mr. Kujo.” “Most people are intolerable, yes, but I happen to hate you less than the others by a long shot.” “Not one to mince words, I see.” “Speaking of deriving pleasure, you’re a noisy one I hear,” he counters. You’re dumbfounded. Never in a million years would you have expected him to be so forward. “So you heard me?” “I’ve overstepped,” he murmurs, putting his mug down and turning to leave, but you reach out and grab his wrist. “Mr. Kujo, Jotaro, may I call you Jotaro?” “I’ve insulted your privacy, I no longer deserve your respect, why not,” he replies, looking as beaten as you've ever seen him.

“May I confide something in you, Jotaro, something deeply personal?” He nods. “I-I uh.” ‘You stupid fucking bitch spit it out or don’t, stop wasting his time.’ “The reason I was doing that last night is because I- um- I had a wet dream. About you.” He stares at you blankly. ‘Oh god, I’ve really done it now he’s disgusted. He hates me. I’m so fucking filthy. What’s wrong with me?’ “Really,” he breathes finally, bringing a hand up to rest on your cheek. “I know it’s foolish to think about you like that but I can’t help it and-“ ‘oh god he’s leaning towards me what do I do?’ “M-may I kiss you,” he whispers, his breath ghosting across your lips as he speaks. You answer by simply wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself into him, kissing him fervently.

“Is it disgusting that I touched myself when I heard all those sounds you were making? Am I a terrible man for jacking off to my daughter’s friend? The very fact that I kissed you- that I ever thought about you like that-” He looks genuinely disgusted with himself as he looks to you for an answer. You jump, bringing yourself to sit on the counter and pull him to you, his massive thighs resting between your legs. “You’re not disgusting,” you coo, stroking his hair soothingly. It’s surprisingly soft, making you bring your other hand up to rest in his hair as well. “You're a good man, everyone that’s met you knows that. Cold, maybe, but still good. I know that underneath whatever it is that you got going on in there,” you tug gently at his hair for emphasis. “There’s a man with his own needs and wants the same as everyone else, and who am I to deny a good man something we both want? Something we both need, hm?” “You’re smarter than this, stop being foolish. Why’d you waste your time on someone twice your age. There’s plenty of young people that’ll be able to give you what you deserve. Make you happy for a long time.”

You silently weigh your options as he speaks you can force yourself to leave now and let him spiral into self hatred, or you can hang around and fuck him. “But that’s not what I want. I want you. Don’t I deserve to be happy now too?” “You’ll get hurt,” he sighs. “Maybe I’m into that.” He lets out a laugh. “Was all that respect a facade?” Oh this was wrong. Really wrong. He was your best friend’s dad for God’s sake. “Maybe you should make me respect you again,” you giggle, pulling him in for another kiss. You’re surprised when he returns the favor, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his body. You pull away and lean against his chest, catching your breath. He rests his cheek on the top of your head and nuzzles into your hair. “Did you really mean that,” he whispers. “Yes,” you reply equally as quiet. You hold each other in silence for some time, just enjoying the closeness of the other. “Jotaro, I’m serious, please, even if it’s just once, I need to know.” “You’re sure?” You nod into his chest.

Jotaro’s room was simple, yet inviting. You observed the details of the space from the edge of his bed while he carefully removes his clothing, laying them across the black leather chair in the corner. The chair had one of those corny motivational posters from the 90’s hanging over it. Something about beauty, but you figured it was there because of the dolphins on it. It wouldn’t have looked quite so out of place if it was just the picture. You shrug the thought off and get up, shedding your clothes and moving to hug Jotaro from behind. You peek around him before slinking around him and pushing yourself into his chest. “Easy, I can’t get my clothes wrinkled, alright?” He was always put together. It would be more than suspicious if Jolyne came home and saw him looking frumpy. Jolyne. Fuck what were you doing? ‘This’ll be a one time thing, and she’ll never know. I just need to know how he feels then I’ll be happy. Just this-‘

Your thoughts are interrupted as Jotaro turns around with you and tosses you onto the bed. He’s wearing just his boxers now and God, is he hot. “Are you sure you want this,” he questions, crawling into bed next to you. “Yes,” you reply, pulling him into another kiss. He rolls onto his back, pulling you to straddle him as you continue kissing. His hands are large and warm as they roam over your body, gently squeezing all the softest parts. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your lips before taking you in another kiss. You’ve never felt so safe with someone like this. He’d already given you every opportunity to decline him, and you knew that if you told him to stop he would, without hesitation. You break the kiss, your lungs crying out for air as Jotaro’s hand traces up your spine and unclasps your bra. You slip it from your shoulders and toss it across the room, exposing your chest to him. He pulls you up so he can trail kisses along your breasts, making you sigh at the sensation.

You roll off of him and silently urge him to get on top, which he does with no fuss. His finger curls into the waistband of your underwear as he pulls one side down your hip. “Can I take these off sweetheart?” “Yeah,” you breathe, lifting your hips to help him. He sits back and takes you in, his eyes hungrily roaming your naked body. “You’re just so beautiful,” he sighs, before pulling you to the edge of the bed and settling his shoulders between your thighs. His warm breath feathers against your exposed sex, making you shiver. He rests his head against your thigh momentarily, his hair tickling the tender flesh there. The gesture is comforting in a way, easing some of your anxieties. You cross your ankles over his shoulders, urging him to get closer. He obliges, licking a stripe up your slit, making you gasp. “Please,” you whisper, tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as he eats you like a starved man. He simply hums against you in response, nudging his nose against your clit as he delves his tongue into you, urging you closer and closer to your orgasam. You moan and dig your heels into his back, urging him closer to you. Jotaro groans at the sensation, pushing you over the edge. You tug harshly at his hair as he works you through your orgasam.

He crawls up the bed and flops down next to you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Was that good? I haven’t done that in a really long time,” he chuckles, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “It was amazing. Nobody’s ever made me cum like that.” “That’s disappointing,” he hums, pulling you into his huge body. “You want me to do it again?” “Yes, God yes, please.” He grunts and rolls over. You can hear him rummaging around in the nightstand before letting out a pleased noise and rolling back towards you. “Hm, safety first,” he hums, tearing the small foil packet between his fingers open with his teeth. You giggle and tug at his hair with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. “Hng, god even your hand feels good shit sweetheart, keep going like that.” “What if I used my mouth instead?” His cock twitches in your hand and he throws his arm across his eyes, moaning.

You move down and settle yourself between his huge thighs, your mouth watering at the sight of his strong cock standing at attention between them. You lick along the vein at the underside of him. He shivers at the contact and buries his hands in your hair. His moans get louder as you kitten lick your way up his shaft, practically shouting as you lick the precum from his weeping slit. “Oh god, that feel so good shit, fuck!” He’s much louder than you had expected him to be due to his quiet nature, constant praise falling from his lips as he guides you over his cock and urges you to take him into your mouth. The head of his cock nudges the back of your throat as you take him into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks. “God sweetheart, you’re so good at this, taking my cock like this.” He lets out a guttural moan as you take him into your throat. He twitches in your mouth and you pull away from him, separating yourself from his cock with a wet pop, a trail of saliva leading from your swollen lips to his painfully hard dick.

You take the unwrapped condom from him and roll it onto him before flopping down beside him on your back. “Come on, sir, don’t you want to fuck me?” “If you want me you’re gonna have to beg for it sweetheart,” he growls, rolling on top of you and pinning your hands above your head. “Please, sir, I’ve been so good. Please use me.” Jotaro lets out a satisfied noise and moves his hand between the two of you, lining himself up with your entrance. You roll your hips, making the head of his cock catch on your clit and you gasp. He finally sinks into you, sheathing himself inside in one fluid motion. The stretch is both painful and the best thing you’ve ever felt, making you squirm under him. “You’re such a good girl, look at you taking all of my cock so easily.”

He rests inside of you for several minutes for you to adjust, occasionally giving just the smallest of strokes to keep himself hard as he waits. “Y-you can move now. It doesn’t hurt anymore,” you whisper, leaning up towards him. He leans down closer to your face and kisses you sweetly, beginning a moderate pace between your thighs. “You feel so good, so warm, taking me so well,” Your walls tighten around him and he groans, thrusting with more force than before. “So good, best I’ve ever fucking had hng. He’s still holding your hands above your head, so you stretch your fingers down to run along his hands. The rhythm of his thrusts becomes sporadic as he gets closer to his orgasam, jumbled praise and expletives falling from his lips as his cock twitches inside you and he stills.

The grip on your wrists loosens and he drops down on top of you before rolling onto his side and pulling you into him. “Are you okay sweetheart?” “Yeah I’m okay, was that good?” His arms tighten around your waist. “Good? I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had,” He chuckles, nuzzling his nose into your cheek. He’s so pleasant, which was definitely not something you had expected. He had always seemed the type to go into the bathroom and tell you to get gone before he came back out, but he wasn’t. You took your time cleaning each other up and helping to straighten each other’s hair and clothes.

He drove you home afterwards and made sure you were safe inside before driving off. Jolyne was home by the time he returned, so he told her you had gotten up late and asked him to drive you home because you had chores to do before your classes tomorrow. She believed him and went upstairs without another question. You and Jotaro were sure you had gotten away with your little rendezvous.

Jolyne called a few days later and you were, as usual, more than pleased to talk to her. “Hey, I have a question?” “Shoot,” “So I’m doing laundry right, and is there any reason your underwear is in my dad’s laundry basket?”

Leon S Kennedy being a dad

My brain is literally rotting and dripping out my ears wtf… i need him

Anyways-

HE IS A GIRL DAD

Leon knew that trying for a baby would probably, y’know, result in a baby, but he was still horribly nervous when he found out he was going to be a dad. He acted cool about it but his nail-beds told a different story.

Even though you’ve told him he needs the rest more than you do because of his job, but he insists on getting up whenever the baby cries in the night. He usually wakes up the next morning sitting on the couch, holding the baby while she sleeps.

Nearly shits himself when he finds out baby #2 is on the way. He’s relaxes so much when he finally gets to hold her for the first time though. He was really just worried about something happening to either of you while you were pregnant.

Whenever he has to go on missions, he feels bad leaving you with two kids under two, but alas, duty called. Always made sure to make up for lost time as soon as he got home.

He’s personally offended when their first word isn’t “papa”. (They were ‘cat’ and ‘now’ respectively)

He lets them dress him up like a Princess for tea parties and shit

He’s also really big on taking family trips, even if it’s something simple like having a picnic at a park

He’s always enjoyed spending time with his girls, but once they gain an attention span (and stop trying to run off) he enjoys taking them to museums and stuff, just wanting to teach them about the world around them.

He’s proud to say that both of his kids go off to school already knowing how to read.

Leon’s always willing to help them with their homework. (even if it is just addition and he’s digging his nails into his hand with frustration)

When they get older he tries so hard to comprehend their interests (what in tarnation was a Frankie Stein?)

Scooby Doo becomes the common ground (it was his favorite show growing up)

Is definitely like the hoahh, yes yes yes yes hoahh vine (PLEASE know what I’m talking about)

He’s literally terrified of/ for them when they become teenagers, forgetting every emotional interaction he’s ever had, but he’s always there for them (fighting the urge to say ‘I told you so’ when Darren the skater breaks her heart)

Never goes to bed until they’re home from wherever they were.

First time one of them stays out past curfew, he’s not angry, he understands that young people are like that sometimes, but he squeezes them to him and makes sure they’re okay before sending them off to bed with a finger wagging and a ‘just call next time, okay’

Gives advice/ answers questions in the most terrifying, convoluted way.

“Listen, you’ll know you have the right one if it sounds like a bone snapping when you break it up.”

“Dad I just asked if the kindling was the right size…”

After they’re both done with the weird emotional stage he’s really cool with them. After they leave for college they’ll come over to visit mom and ‘hang out’ with dad.

He understands them a lot better now that they have more common interests. (He’s now very familiar with monster high lore, and his girls understand the importance of watching the neighborhood from a lawn chair in the garage)

thinking about re4!vamp!leon who’s kinda maybe obsessed with your neck, you’ve called him a vampire jokingly, his response was nipping at the skin of your neck. you laugh, he laughs, and you of course don’t know what he truly is.

it’s always jokes and laughs, you call him a vampire and he playfully nips at your wrist or your neck, you push him away and scoff, telling him to be careful or you’ll actually bleed—and god, what he would give to get even a lick of your blood.

he slips up when he’s fucking you one night, you’re in missionary and he’s holding onto your wrist so tight you’re afraid it’ll break—he’s nudging his nose right in the middle of it, and when he feels your pussy clench around him, he loses it for a split second and his teeth sink in.

the very first taste of your blood has him whimpering and his hips staggering. ‘’Oh—oh—shit..fuck..ngghh..’’ he’s trying so hard to stop, but when your blood tastes like his very own drug he’s afraid he’s fucked, how is he ever supposed to be around you now? you’re still laying there, pupils blown wide and mouth agape—you aren’t even sure what happened.

but then you see it, the sharp point of his fangs, how he’s almost in a trance, licking your wrist and swaying softly, his skin somehow seems even more porcelain, and his eyes are the most deep shade of red—he finally looks at you and you’re not sure if you’re supposed to be aroused, or scared.

he’s looking at you as if you just stole every star in the sky and gave it to him in a pretty red box. ‘’fuck- leon, what?’’ he’s quickly shushing you, nuzzling against your neck now, ‘’shh..don’t worry baby..you gave me everything I needed, just..let me take care of you now, okay?’’ and when you look at him again, his eyes are their normal blue, and his teeth that were just fangs are ordinary, what the hell?

@ vulturni 2023

Tramp stamp Leon mod has me thinking…

He’s definitely the type of guy to have arm tats.

He was a young man in the early 2000’s so one arm would probably be tribal, lots of smooth lines coming to sharp points, snaking down his entire arm. The other arm is entirely bare, save for his daughter’s name on his bicep.

He likes to keep it simple but after years of debating, a Chinese style dragon slithers up his toned side, accentuated by the muscles there.

He just looks so good

ok then... I desire your thoughts on mer!Leon. Go!

Omg wait.. i haven’t thought about this one before but!!!!!

He’s pretty, and he knows it

His shoulder length hair is so very blond, bleached from him lounging in the sun all day.

His tail is blue around the edges and more green/teal in the center.

His shoulders are broad and muscular and his skin is so tan (he’s Italian, of course he tans well)

Despite being confident and suave, he’s definitely a little shy when it comes to actually speaking to human women, and not just making eyes at them.

Speaking of his eyes, they’re such a deep blue, matching both his tail and his home

His top half is completely human, aside from a set of gills just below the curve of his jaw. Sometimes when you reach out to touch his face, your fingers brush against them and he shivers.

He’s adventurous, in every way possible, from asking you to meet him in the most beautiful secluded spots you’ve never knew existed, to the first time he asked to kiss you.

He wasn’t exactly sure how interspecies relations would work so he didn’t even bother thinking about it, but he has absolutely no problem eating pussy.

He’s so upset he can’t go live with you. As much as he hates to admit it, he fell in love with a human.

Brings you shells and little trinkets he finds to remember him by when you’re apart. First thing he brought you was a vase he had found bc he thought it was pretty. It was an ancient Roman amphora. The local authorities do not know you have an artifact on your dresser.

Another time he brought you “his hardest oyster stone”. It was a Nokia.

Loves to go on cute little dates with you

You rented a boat once and he begged to get up there with you, but as soon as he left the water he freaked out and jumped back in.

Maybe one day you’ll move to a small fishing village so the two of you can be as close as possible, who knows.

Winter Break

Warnings: Stepcest, slight age gap, fingering, piv, thigh riding

Throughout high school you had been obsessed with Eren Yeager. He was tall, strong, handsome, and a few years older. When he graduated your sophomore year and went off to college far away, you figured that you would never see him again. He had never shown any interest in you, and you had never confessed to him, so it was just better to let things go.

After you graduated you decided to go to college in town so you could keep living with your mom so she wouldn’t be lonely. You’re pleased when she finally marries the guy she’s been seeing the last couple years. You didn’t exactly like him, but you didn’t dislike him either. Everything you knew about him your mom had told you. Your mother was his third wife. His first marriage had ended after a fight about how miserable their son was and she had left both of them. His second wife had died of cancer or some shit, you couldn’t remember, and you really didn’t care.

You knew he had a couple of kids. The younger one was away at college right now, and the other one, Zeke, was absolutely insufferable. Zeke was twenty two and couldn’t seem to get his shit together enough to move out even though he’d graduated both high school and college early. His mother apparently wanted nothing to do with him, so he clung to yours for dear life, which was obnoxious, but if it kept him from crying to you, you were fine with it.

When the holidays roll around, Grisha’s other son returns from his fancy college far away, it’s none other than Eren Yeager, and it’s his turn to be obsessed with you. He accompanies you everywhere you go, telling your parents that you were friends in high school and need time to reconnect, but you quickly notice the way he keeps a protective hand just a little too low on your back when you’re out. The way boys that were usually all over you skirt away when Eren looks at them.

Eren’s tall and nothing but hardened muscle, but his skin is soft, and his hair is silky as it brushes against you when he stoops down to kiss your cheek, making you blush. When other boys flirt with you, his arm around you tightens and he snaps at the poor man foolish enough to cross him.

The possessiveness builds and builds until he can’t take it anymore and finds himself standing outside your open door long after your parents have gone to bed, leaning on the doorframe, observing you. He knocks gently to draw your attention and asks if he can spend some more time with his little sister before he has to leave again. Naturally you let him come in and sit on your bed, not minding how he closes the door behind him, or how he watches you strip off your day clothes and riffle through your drawers for a fresh set of pajamas.

You notice how close he gets when he stands behind you, pressing his warm body against your back and running his long fingers down your bare side, kissing your shoulder and asking if you still have that silly little crush on him. Your cheeks heat up and you rest your head against his chest, looking up at him and confirming his suspicions, allowing him to kiss you on the lips, the way you had both wanted to for so, so long.

He flops onto your bed and opens his arms wide, urging you to join him, and you do, falling into his arms and giggling when he squeezes you against his chest. His laugh is a warm hum as he watches you rest your legs on either side of his thigh, playfully rutting your hips against it once to gauge his reaction. When he doesn't chastise you, you do it again, this time your clit catches deliciously on the material of your panties and you keen, burying your face into his chest.

Eren holds you tight against him as your hips work against his thigh, drawing soft sounds from your lips, Lips he so badly wants to taste, so he releases you and cranes down to peck at your lips, letting out a pleased groan when you deepen the kiss and chase after his lips greedily. The flannel of his pants rubs you raw through your panties but it feels too good to stop, so you don’t, whining in pain and pleasure as you reach your release in Eren’s arms.

He unclasps your bra and slides it off you before rolling over you, covering your body with his as he kisses and nips at the softest parts of your skin, rolling his warm tongue over them after to soothe the sharp ache his teeth leave behind. Eren shoves his hand into your panties and moans when he feels how wet you are for him as he teases your entrance. He silences your moans with his mouth when two of his fingers push into you. He whispers about needing to stay quiet because mom and dad would be so angry if they caught him touching his sweet little step-sister like this.

He pulls your panties down your legs and rubs his cock through your folds, looking at you, waiting for you to tell him to leave, to get out and not come back, but you don’t. You just look up at him with sleepy eyes and spread yourself wider for him with your fingers. Eren apologizes softly as he shoves his cock to the hilt into your pretty pussy, because he knows it’s uncomfortable, but he’s waited so, so long to have you and here you are, right in front of him.

Eren’s greedy, and possessive but he’s not a mean brother, so he praises how well you take him and how sweet you are for him as you claw at his back and mewel under him. His kisses soften as his thrusts get harsher. He growls something about your needy cunt being his and only his to fuck, and you mindlessly agree as he toys with your nipples, urging you to cum before him. And you do, locking your ankles behind his back, trapping him inside you as he cums, filling your little cunt and marking it as his.

You lay limply on the mattress as you come down from your orgasam, watching as Eren gets up, tucks himself back into his sleep pants and leaves the room. You had expected him to just go to bed, but he returns with a warm rag and gently cleans you up before dressing you and tucking you into bed. He sits down and kisses your forehead and rests his hand on yours through the blanket, promising to spend some more time with you before he leaves in a couple of days.

I’m so…. Head so full. Send me requests or asks or anything really. I want to talk to you guys.

fuck sitting on leon’s face HAVE HIM SIT ON MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHEN I TELL YOU TO SIT ON MY FACE LEON DONT JUST PUT 10% OF YOUR BODY WEIGHT DOWN. FUCKING SIT ON IT. SIT. LIKE A CHAIR. don’t ask if i can breathe. just. sit. down.

Not to be TMI but…

Leon S Kennedy is 100% the type of guy to get drunk and have no idea what’s going on around him.

You lean in to kiss him and he pushes you away by the shoulder and tells you he has a wife.

When you try to convince him that you are his wife, this man deadass just goes “nuh uh” and continues declining your advances.

He finally decides he’s done and calls his wife to pick him up and when your phone rings he’s just like “no fucking way dude”

Leon in Wesker’s Suit + Lexington glasses

is that a challenge???

Shifter

An illusion turns out to be the truth

*Leon’s daughter is about 6*

Leon’s shoulders tense as his daughter’s scream echoes down the hallway again.

“Don’t listen to that Leon, it’s just trying to trick you,” Chris whispers creeping just slightly ahead of Leon.

“I know that. Doesn’t make it any less unnerving though.”

“I know… I can’t imagine.”

The scream comes again, much longer this time before breaking down into hiccuping sobs.

“Daddy.. where are you? I'm scared.”

“I’m coming sweetheart, just be brave a little longer, okay?”

“Leon what the fuck is wrong with you,” Chris hisses, grabbing his arm and pulling him to a stop.

“We’re looking for the thing anyways, and it could look like anyone, besides if this keeps up I’m gonna lose my mind.”

“Just don’t make your funeral mine.”

“Dying’s not really an option for me, it’d upset my girls too much,” he states cockily, pushing further down the hallway.

“God, remind me to never get married, you’ve turned into such a loser.”

“Whatever, asshole.”

The end of the hallway opens up into a giant chamber, appearing to have once been part of an atrium. Moonlight streams down from above, and Leon’s phone begins to ring.

The construction of the chamber amplified every little sound, so the drilling sound of his ringtone was deafening. He’s about to ignore the call and send it to voicemail when he realizes it’s his wife.

He answers it cautiously, trying to stay alert to the possible danger around him.

“Leon,” she cries, oh she’s absolutely frantic. “You’re still in France, right?”

“Yes darling I’m still here. What’s wrong?”

“I’ve been calling you for hours, I went to pick Emmy up from school and they told me you’d already gotten her.” He just hangs up and tucks his phone back into his pocket.

Oh god. That thing had taken his baby to get at him. Or maybe there was more than one. His mind was racing with so many different possibilities he couldn’t focus.

“Daddy,” the little girl cries, having heard her fathers voice.

“Where are you baby? Daddy’s here,” he calls, searching around frantically for his daughter.

“I’m over here daddy!”

“No, daddy I’m over here! The monster’s here somewhere.”

“Split off,” Chris whispers, heading towards one of the voices and gesturing Leon towards the other.

Leon finds her cowering between a stone coffin and it’s lid leaning against it.

“I’m here honey,” Leon whispers, reaching out a hand towards the little girl.

“Are you my real daddy,” she questions, just barely sticking her face out enough for him to see her bright blue eyes.

“I am, I promise, and if you show me where the monster is I can get rid of it and we can go home to mommy,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around her and pointing his gun at her head, squeezing his eyes shut and pulling the trigger.

The body in his arms turns into a viscous sludge as the shape-shifter dies, returning to its true form.

“Chris, is she safe,” Leon calls, heading around a large pillar to where Chris and Emmy are hiding.

“Yeah, she’s alright,” he replies, unwrapping his arms from the little girl, letting her go to Leon. “How’d you know that it was the shape-shifter so quickly?”

Leon pulls his weeping daughter into his arms and squeezes her to his chest. “My little girls eyes are brown, like her mothers, not blue.”

“I see. Good thing you had to deal with it, not me, I’d have never been able to tell. Thing would have killed me.”

“We got Evac on the way?”

“Landing now,” Chris confirms, firing a flare through the once vaulted ceilings to let the helicopter know where they are.

By the time they load into the helicopter, Emmy’s already asleep clinging to Leon’s chest while he holds her tight to his body, his eyes wild and untrusting.

“Leon, it’s okay. You have her, she’s safe now.”

“This should have never happened. I need to cover my tracks better. I…need to call my wife,” he mumbles, reaching into his pocket, trying not to wake the child clinging to him.

“Leon. Leon, let me, you need to rest. You’ve been through a lot .”

Leon just weakly hands his phone across the aisle to Chris, who dials Leon’s wife.

When she answers she’s frantic, which made sense considering Leon had just hung up on her in the atrium. “Leon, what's going on? Is everything okay? Did you find Emmy?”

“Hey, Mrs. Kennedy, it’s Chris. Everything’s alright now. Emmy’s safe. We’re on our way home now.”

“Can I talk to Leon?”

“He’s not really… up to that right now. I think he’s in shock.”

“Oh. I see. I’ll see him when he gets home I guess.”

When Leon finally gets home he walks straight up the stairs, gently waking Emmy up and getting her ready for a bath.

“Leon is everything alright,” you question, coming up beside him, inspecting your daughter to make sure she’s not injured.

“Just… let me get her put to bed and then we can talk about it.”

You nod silently and go back into your shared room.

After a few minutes he comes into the bedroom, carrying a now clean, and very sleepy Emmy in his arms. He lays her down on the bed beside you and turns to riffle through a drawer for some clothes before disappearing back into the bathroom.

When he returns he himself is fresh and clean, all the scratches that were previously hidden by dirt were now visible as he slid into the bed, wrapping his arms around his daughter and his wife, squeezing them both tightly.

“It was pretending to be her. I tried not to look when I killed it, but it was so convincing, and even now I can’t stop thinking about what would have happened if I was wrong. I’d never be able to forgive myself.”

“But you weren’t, and you’re both here now, and that’s all that matters. How did you tell the difference?”

“Its eyes were blue. It’s terrifying that I did that based on such a small notion. I love you both so much. No matter what, I’ll do anything for you. I can’t lose you,” he whispers, his eyes glassy with tears as he looks at you.

“I know Leon. We’re alright. Everything’s okay now.”

“I hope that’s true,” he mumbles, closing his eyes and trying to fall asleep.