#fboy!leon

[kiorcel]

late afternoon or something

[spitgobbler]

Sweet Treat

I’m not a big halloween fan but I wanted to post at least something so here’s a smutty fic of fucking fboy leon at a Halloween party <3

pairing: fboy!leon kennedy x fem!reader

tags: fucking in Halloween costumes, handcuffs, dirty talk, pussy spanking, p in v, nipple play, fake fangs, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, smut with a tiny bit of plot, unprotected sex

"Aren't you glad I forced you to come? You look smoking." Your best friend giggled, loud music blaring in her home. Her parents home actually, but they were out of town.

You stood there clad in a sexy black corset, a black mini skirt, and fishnets. Oh, and don't forget the fake fangs she forced you to apply to complete your vampire costume.

You look at her blankly, "Yeah, totally.."

It's not that you hated Halloween, the opposite actually, it was more so that you hated parties. The migraine inducing music, the over abundance of intoxicated people… no thanks.

Your best friend huffs with a eye roll. "See? This is why I said you need some dick. Get that attitude fucked out of you"

Grinning slyly, she pats your shoulder. "Let me get out of your hair."

When she walks away in her skimpy little nurse costume, confusion is visible on your features. What was she up to now?

A muscular arm cages you in before you could follow her, causing you to step back, pressing your back against the wall in surprise. Eyes trailing up to see who it was, you came face to face to a pretty blonde man in a cop costume with too many buttons undone than what would be appropriate for an actual cop.

“You’re so pretty that I’d let you suck me dry,” He flirts, one of his hands tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “In more ways than one.”

Oh. That’s why your bestie fled.

The attention makes your thighs clench, he was coming onto you so strongly that you couldn’t help but be swept up in his advances.

“In more ways than one? These aren’t real fangs, you know.” You voice, trying to reject him at first despite how your body was beginning to react to his close proximity.

Leon just laughs, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip before tugging it down to see your fake fangs. “Come on, it’s Halloween. I think I need to take you up to the station for being such a downer.”

He grabs your hand with a surprisingly gentle grasp and begins to lead you past the drink table and up the decorated staircase. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, Officer Leon Kennedy will take good care of you.”

You find yourself in some spare room, pressed up against the locked door. Leon’s warm hands trailing up your thighs teasingly as his lips press plush against yours.

A small moan bubbles from your throat when he pressed his tongue against yours, his thumbs rubbing circles into the flesh of your hips beneath your miniskirt to show his appreciation for your cute little sounds.

His touch is more tantalizing than you’d like to admit, your pussy growing wetter with each touch, kiss, and caress.

You whimper when his fingers tease you through your damp panties, grasping for his biceps that bulge against his cop costume.

“Ah, fuck, Leon.” Brows furrowing at his touch and your hips twitch.

Leon continues to drag his fingers against your panties, the miniskirt you wore bunched up at your hips.

“I make you feel good, don’t I?” He breathes out, lips curling up pleased. “I know I do.”

Fingers nudging at your throbbing clit and rubbing messy, harsh circles against the sensitive bud, it has your breath stolen and jaw slack.

You whine out for him, “Please,”

Your pleas have him kissing your cheek sweetly as he brings you closer and closer to release, that warm pool of arousal building in your core. Those lacy panties separating his fingers from your weeping cunt adds to the mind numbing pleasure.

Mewling and whining, your hips rock to grind your clit against his fingers. “Close, m’so close.”

“Won’t you cum for me? Come on, I know you can.” Leon coos, slipping his digits through a opening in your fishnets and beneath your ruined garment with slight pressure that makes your legs go weak.

You gasp, moaning lewdly as your composure breaks completely. Pussy clenching around nothing as you fall over the edge and gush all over his fingers. Leon moans lowly at the sight, wet sounds squelching when he slows his ministrations to help you through your orgasm.

Pulling his fingers away, your mind is mushy when he eases you down onto your weak knees in front of him. When he fiddles with his belt, you look up at him with lust glazed eyes. Hands resting on his thighs and a fogged mind from your orgasm.

That lewd expression of yours makes his cock kick in his hand, taking a deep shuddering breath as his arousal flares.

Leon’s hand caresses your hair while his other slowly pumps his cock, a pearl of pre dribbling out. “I know you know what to do,“

It doesn’t even phase you that he’s hinting at your bloodsucking vampire costume, more intrigued by his taste and so you obey him. Lips pressing against his needy tip before your tongue slips out to lap at his slit, causing a long deep groan to spill from his lips.

“That’s it,” he praises, brushing your hair out of your face once more with a surprisingly intimate touch.

Licking at the vein on the underside, Leon grips your hair slightly as he shudders. His pretty blues gazing down into your eyes half lidded, as you tease his leaking cock.

His hand presses down on your head, wanting you to take him in your pretty mouth. “Watch the fangs, sweetheart.”

Relaxing your jaw, you slide his cock into your warm wet mouth and he whimpers from the suction.

“Shit, yes…” One of his hands press against the door for support, eyebrows knitting together from the feel of your mouth and tongue moving against his needy cock with every bob you make.

“Good fucking girl,” he hissed out, using the last bit of restraint left in him, Leon pulls you off him with a huff. “Spit on it, spit on my fucking cock.”

Wet saliva clicks in your mouth before pooling on your tongue. You spit a fat glob onto his cock which sends a shiver down his spine.

Leon’s cop uniform is straining at the buttons with how hard he’s breathing. “Stroke it,” He commands breathlessly.

“Like this?” You murmur, soft hand smearing your saliva over his dick along with his pre cum that oozes profusely from his flushed tip. Eyes looking up prettily at him for any sign of approval.

In which he nods, hands moving to help you up. Leon’s hands slip behind your back and begins to unravel the lace that held your corset snuggly to your form. “Let’s get you out of this, yeah?”

You nod appreciatively when your torso is freed from the confines of the corset, “Thank you.”

A groan falls from Leon’s plush lips at the sight of your tits, the corset forgotten at the floor. Leon picks you up with ease and presses you into the mattress.

Placing soft wet kisses to the flesh of your breasts with a hum. Your cheeks flush from the attention to them, it was something you felt that previous hookups tend to forget but Leon most certainly didn’t.

“Ah… mmh,” Gasping softly from the teasing kisses to your breasts.

Leon grins softly, “You like that? Fuck, you’re so pretty, so fuckin’ gorgeous.”

He flicks his tongue against your nipple while his hand teases and pinches the other causing them to pebble up and harden.

A whimper rips from your throat when Leon pressed his tongue flat against it, before his lips circle around it and sucking gently.

You squirm beneath him, “O-Oh, s’good.”

The look he gives looks you is so proud and he sucks on your breasts eagerly. “Mm…”

“Don’t wanna forget this one, now do we?” His attention is now on your other breast, licking and sucking all over the sensitive and soft flesh.

It makes you whine, writhing and moaning from all of it and you swear you’ll go crazy if he doesn’t do something more.

Leon paints your chest in pretty shades of rouge and it doesn’t even cross your mind that once the two of you are done fooling around that everyone will see his marks all over your breasts because of your corset.

“L-Leon, come on already.” You whine.

You hear a metallic jangle and you’re flipped over, face down ass up. His strong hands pull your arms behind your back and the handcuffs he had for his costume are secured onto your wrists.

“Gonna have to cuff you for being so impatient, baby.” Leon pushed your miniskirt back over your hips and his hands clench at your fishnets, forearms and biceps tensing as he rips a hole in them right at your crotch.

The sound felt so lewd, sending even more waves of arousal to your cunt. Your panties were already no good and they just clung to your pretty pussy to the point where you wanted him to rip those too.

Leon settles behind you, moving your panties to the side to reveal your needy pussy. He groans right in your ear when he rubs the tip of his cock between your wet folds, a moan of your own spilling against the mattress.

“So fucking naughty, letting a cop touch you like this.” He murmurs to you, slowly easing just the tip in and he teases you with it. Gently and slowly, pressing his tip just barely in repeatedly, it leaves you wanting more.

You press your ass back into his pelvis, trying to get more of him inside and he chuckles breathily. “Quit playing around, want you to put it in.”

Leon lets a hand slip around your hip, spanking your clit just a bit. You jump and choke out a whimper, desperation doubling when he spanks it again.

“I always give it to pretty girls like you, don’t worry.” He reassures with one more spank to your clit, making it throb.

Mounting you from behind Leon eases his fat cock into your wet hole, hands writhing in the cuffs from the pleasurable stretch.

Both of you moan and being the nice guy he is, Leon gives you a moment to adjust before fully sheathing himself inside of you.

The feeling in your cunt is so full, absolutely stuffed with his thick cock and it has you mewling already. Breathing all heavy and cheeks warmed with arousal and desire.

“Please, let me move,” Leon begs quietly, grasping at your hips. “…please.”

It’s like he’s become desperate once he’s inside your warm wet pussy, walls snug around every inch of him. He wants, needs, to feel you cum around his cock.

You nod, giving him permission to do as he pleases and Leon whimpers, rocking his hips into you slowly before increasing his pace. His tip smushing and pressing into your cervix, Leon grabs at your hands that were cuffed behind your back and uses them as leverage to fuck into your tight cunt harder.

Eyes rolling back, Leon groans, “F-Fuck, gonna make you my girl with a pussy like this.”

“Yes… yes!” Back arching like a cat as he dicks you down so good you might have to come back for more.

His pelvis smacks into your ass with each harsh thrust, sharp slaps of sticky skin ringing out that’s drowned out by the Halloween music downstairs. You writhe beneath him, his cock making you tremble and moan out into the sheets.

The strain in your cuffed arms burns but oh god, the way it’s blurs with the pleasure of Leon’s cock sliding in and out of you, reducing you into a needy, whiny, whore.

It was so sloppy, the wettest nastiest sounds squelching from your weeping pussy and he just fucks you even more eagerly with the lubrication of both of yours arousal.

“Wanna cum, Leon…” you slur out, drooling as your eyes flutter back. Mind all mushy that it can only process the way Leon abuses your cunt in such a toe curling manner .

He huffs, letting go of your cuffed arms to reach around your hip like previously, he spanks your clit and moans when it causes you the clench around his cock with a strangling grip.

“Cum. Cum for me, god, need to feel it,” Leon pleas, rubbing your clit in frantic messy circles when he feels his own climax bubbling. “Cum on my cock, pretty girl.”

With a few more thrusts accompanied by his fingers busy with your swollen clit, you feel that familiar warmth before it spreads throughout your body.

“A-Ah, ah, m’cumming!” Your orgasm crashing against your senses, cumming all over his cock which triggers his own release.

Warm seed spilling into your tight little pussy with a whimper that falls into a long moan, Leon’s thrusts faltering as his chest heaves and his cheeks flush. Pretty blue eyes clenched shut and brows furrowed as he takes in the waves of his release.

After a few moments, he eases out of you and removes the fake cuffs, helping you lay comfortably on the bed before flopping next to you. Both of you breathing heavily as your mind begins to solidify out of that mushy state Leon put you in.

Your eyes blearily look at the blonde when he cuddles up to you so sweetly, which is a change of pace from what just occurred.

“I know things are a bit reversed, but,” Leon gulps in some air as he comes down from his high and he looks a tad bit nervous. “Why don’t you let me take you on a date?”

As you walk hand in hand with Leon, strolling through the park and enjoying the ice cream he bought you, you felt a vibration in your purse.

“Can you hold this?” You ask, extending your cone.

He smiles and nods, “Anything for you, pretty girl.” Letting go of your hand, he takes it from you and sneaks a quick taste of the flavor you got with a pleased hum.

Fumbling and rummaging in your purse, you finally grasp your phone and check the message your bestie had sent you.

‘I know I said you needed some dick but why my parents room?’ It read.

You giggle loudly, shooting her a quick, ‘Oops!’ before slipping your phone back into your purse and resuming your date with Leon.

[dmitriene]

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗕𝗢𝗬 𝗟𝗘𝗢𝗡.

❝𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧❞ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘹 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ❝𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦❞ 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍, 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘛, 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳, 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘴, 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘴𝘶𝘣 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘺, 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴

❝𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘❞ 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴.. 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘪 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘳𝘦4 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺..

 ✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

living through the wall with leon was, well, roughly speaking, unbearable, no matter how many pillows you tried to put on your head to drown out the noise behind the door, and no matter how much you kicked the door to his room, and even if you filed a complaint against him, no one in college seemed to care.

happy studying years in the end were nothing more than sleepless nights and irritation from every unnecessary noise, first because of it your healthy sleep suffers, and then also your reputation in college, because his whisper while he was purring something on the ear of your stupid classmate, was heard throughout the entire audience, and her squeaky giggle caused nothing but a desire to hit her on the head with a book.

of course, kennedy never stood on ceremony with any problems — someone else will do his homework for him, the curfew begins only when he has had enough time on his bike, and no one will punish him for the noise in the room because of his meetings with friends over a joint or a makeout session with one of his peers, all doors are open to him.

you, as a rule, did not come into his field of vision — he did not touch you, you did not touch him, if not fleeting meetings in the middle of the night in a cool corridor, when you stood shaggy and with black circles under your eyes, and he leaned on the doorway in nothing but gray sweatpants, making no attempt to hide his still proud erection as sweat dripped down his forehead, darkening his wheaten hair, his voice a little hoarse, growling — «you wanted something, bun?» sending a shiver down your spine, but you are tired of the endless noise.

— «can you be.. more quiet?» you were going to say confidently, but the voice itself escaped in a strained squeak in response to the strange nickname, causing the blue eyed bastard to have a bright grin instead of the usual rolling of his eyes, and he nods, fleetingly turning to the female whine behind him, calling him in a breathy moan by name, before than he glances at you furtively and, starting to close the door behind him, waves you off — «sure thing, bun)»

and what the hell kind of nickname is this?

at least he really became quieter, it is unknown whether he gagged her mouth or something else, but leon really complied with your request — he became much, much quieter, not only within his room, and there was no longer anything to hate him for, after all, he was silent both in classes and on campus, if only you knew that this was due to the fact that you seemed very, very interesting to him.

leon, in principle, is not interested in much, don’t get me wrong, but what else can a guy like him do when everything falls into his hands? he is wealthy, girls run around his little finger, problems in school and campus bypass him, for his beautiful eyes or for his eloquence, it doesn’t matter, the main thing is that he benefits from it, and his image is already shaky.

but whether this makes him less hot is another question, because no one has ever felt hostility towards him as such, unless of course it’s the ex of another girl who jumped on his dick, because if you didn’t know, then it’s not your fault, is it? and it doesn’t matter that he could have stopped fucking her after this news.

he was a collective image of what many wanted, handsome, sharp facial features that had long lost their childhood fluffiness, thick blond hair framing chiseled cheekbones with its strands and revealing the brightness of blue eyes, he had a strong physique, accumulated over years and aspirations that few people know about, refraining from getting «dirty» with tattoos, but did this apply to piercings? no, that's why he had a little secret on his tongue.

and you would never have known about any of these details if you hadn’t gone to the damn party he was holding in the campus common room, having been invited by friends, you didn’t even want to think too much about how it would all end — whether everyone would be reprimanded, will only those whom дeon has his back avoid it, and how quickly they will kick you out of college, but in general, who gives a fuck, the main idea is to relax, and it doesn’t matter that there will be a lot of alcohol, weed and couples, you’re just going with friends!

avoiding him in a fairly crowded room is not so difficult, especially if you are huddled in one corner with your friends, drinking some beer, slowly chatting about your own plans, exams, until they begin to slowly dissolve, some to other friends, who goes to their boyfriends, and in the end leaves you.. alone, just in the corner with a bottle of beer, isn’t it wonderful? and how many bottles you already drank?

you stand like this for thirty minutes, an hour, your eyes are already slightly double from having drunk too much and your inner thinking responds with a hint to leave this room and go into your dorm, so as not to wake up with a hangover, or something worse, but you don’t have time when a ringing whistle reaches your ears, literally completely from behind, and the head itself turns to the languid baritone — «who's this pretty girl out there, hm? never seen you here before, sweetheart»

sticky words flow from the soft lips of the guy you least wanted to see right now, especially in his slightly amused position, accompanied by reddish eyes and a light gait, his tank top covering almost nothing, showing off his muscular arms and wide figure, you don’t even register how your eyes wander all over his appearance, and he allows it, only teasing, taking a step forward — «what's that, cat got your tongue?»

frowning and softly clearing your throat, you turn your gaze to the side, then again into the blue gaze, absorbed by the gradually expanding dark pupils to give your answer, because the very fact that he didn’t even remember you for some reason irritates, of course he shouldn’t have, you have about zero value for him, but considering how often he kept you up at night, you expected at least a little recognition, so the next words slipped out harshly, tensely — «i'm living in the dorm nearby to yours, kennedy, we talked a couple of times»

leon furrows his light brows, humming, really thinking, at this moment resembling a sort of puppy, before he jerks his head up with a certain glint in his eyes and comes even closer, sliding his hand to place a heavy, warm palm on the very bottom of your back, exclaiming strangely joyful, stretching out into a tickling grin — «ahh, you're right, didn't understand it was you at first, bun, you cleaned up nice, hmm?» as he pushes you forward.

his words are puzzling, it’s not like you really tried hard to dress up, so it sounded strange, but even more puzzling is his gesture and attempt to push you somewhere in the far corner towards the empty sofa, where he, judging by the bottle of whiskey and a shot glass, accompanied by an ashtray in which there was a stewed joint, spent his time, and now he was determined to spend it with you, but without asking if you wanted it — «wait, wh.. where are we going, what are —» he tuts, not annoyed, more jokingly, before seemingly stroking your waist soothingly and muttering — «shh, no need to trash, just wanna talk with you, get to know each other, yk? i need to make amends for annoying you everytime, right?»

but this is something new, to be honest, a wonderful trap for you, cleverly developed by him, not exactly on purpose, no, of course, marijuana mixed with alcohol is responsible for most of his actions at the moment, but it’s not that you don’t interested, oh, you are, and he will very soon let you understand how much, just relax, let him pour you a couple sips of whiskey, hand you his joint, and then let the viscous smoke, burning your eyes to the point of tears, flow from his lips into yours, weaving your tongues together.

it didn’t take long before you found yourself in his room with him, casually stumbling over the threshold, managing to see the posters, his clothes thrown over the back of a chair and a couple of small things before he was already pushing you onto the clean sheets, they smelled of him, faintly giving off a heavy breeze, filling your nostrils with a heavy smell, when his soft, slightly damp lips fall on yours, greedily, with hunger, you are both drunk and high, but you do not resist a single action of his, accepting, allowing the moment to take over the situation.

leon kisses you passionately, clanking his teeth and intertwining tongues, allowing you to feel the cold metal, your lips swell and become warm, acquiring a pink tint, his hands slide over your body, a little calloused, surprising with their tenderness, as if velvety, moving slowly, as if checking and caressing every centimeter of your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps and reddish marks.

in the end, his hands slide to your panties, his touch is light, he tests the territory, rubs against the fabric, feeling the viscous stickiness of your wetness, and chuckles strangely with amusement, vaguely commenting on how wet you already are, while your arousal only burns more, the cotton fabric becomes almost transparent, no matter what color it is — «haha, fuck, so wet for me already, impressive»

your eyebrow jumps and arches like a house, finding yourself in his room, you were expecting something else, less pleasant, obviously sex where he would simply rip off your clothes and start satisfying himself, neglecting your pleasure, but his gentle touches, slurred and hoarse words? what happened to that fuckboy?

one way or another, all thoughts come to naught when he almost hastily takes off your clothes and carelessly throws them aside, only somewhere in the corner of the room a dull sound was heard, allowing you to understand approximately where the stack of fabric fell, after the roughly pulled tank top from him, revealing his slender, toned figure, and a small trace of hair hiding behind the waistband of his jeans.

he eagerly looks at your wet panties, stuck to your folds, causing an unexpected howl, mixed with the usual humor, to escape from his lips, his hand hastily combs his own blond locks back — «shit, so gorgeous, babe, all for me?» hunger fills his eyes as he lowers his head, burying his nose in the crook of your neck, and then peppers your body with kisses, exploring every curve and crevice with his lips, soft, with such a strange tenderness that your head short circuits from his behavior, contrary to his usual, but you don’t want to say anything.

maybe for fear of scaring him off and ruining everything, because maybe it’s all a show, but he’s so careful — he moves deliberately, his lips slide over the skin, leaving behind a trace of warmth and sensations, and his teeth lightly touch your flesh to bite gently, as if wanting to taste, brushing against the softness of your breasts and hardened nipples, even running his tongue over them, but not lingering too long.

leon reaches your waist, his breath hot against your skin as he nuzzles and tickles, blonde strands brushing against your sensitive flesh and strong hands grip your hips, squeezing with possessive force as he continues to move lower, between your legs, like a puppy on smell.

in a timely manner, his kisses and caresses become more and more insistent, but just as neat, his mouth eagerly explores your plush thighs, he sucks and kisses, his tongue teasingly slides over your heated skin, leaving very light marks, but unable to leave it completely clean, and you don’t mind, you love his enthusiasm, practically seeing an puppy ears and cute tail, and the very sight pulls a quiet giggle from your lips.

he tilts his head just like a dummy, tilting it to the side, being completely between your legs, right in front of your still leaking hole, frowning his eyebrows comically and parting his lips after he kisses, playfully, but as if a little offendedly, biting your thigh — «what's so funny?..» and you read his concern, finding a peculiar charm in it, deciding to tease, find a weak point — «nothing, puppy, keep going»

the face opposite you takes a gentle blush at almost cosmic speed and oh, what a beautiful sight it is when his light eyelashes flutter, briefly covering his bright blue eyes before he nervously licks his lips and nods, unable to even find the words, hiding behind the curtain of his silken hair when his face began to fall closer to the most important course of this evening, and you, as if completely and without embarrassment, laid one hand on his head, guiding, even stroking a little.

his tongue trails along the fabric covering your wet cunt, the taste of your arousal fills his mouth, an involuntary growl rumbles deep in his chest, a primal sound of satisfaction more suited to his usual alpha male behavior as he squirms on the sheets, you can't see, but his jeans are already squeezing tightly around his erect cock, slowly leaking precum, forming a stain on his boxers, and how he hopes that you don’t find out about it.

meanwhile, your head falls back, your fingers tangling in his hair, and you submit to the sensations, a little unfamiliar, the touch of the piercing giving new sensations through your body, his hands and fingers tightly squeezing your thighs, providing both support and an unyielding grip as he presses his mouth completely to your clothed pussy, nuzzling it, grumbling contentedly.

leon lets your folds flutter against his eager lips, his tongue working hard to please you and pick up the pace, the cotton fabric becoming a barrier, increasing the friction and teasing your swollen clit, drawing breathy, needy moans from your lips, biting your lip and arching slightly for him, pushing your hips and thrusting into his mouth, definitely causing him to react, aimed not at his pleasure, but yours.

his fingers deftly remove your panties, his aquamarine eyes focused on the wet spot and slick threads of arousal clinging to the fabric, but wasting no time, he tosses them aside without a second thought.

leon's attention is focused solely on the treasure that lies between your slippery pussy lips, moaning with need and satisfaction, his tongue caresses your cunt in wide strokes, and his nose bumps your throbbing clit, creating additional stimulation that sends a shiver down your spine.

the taste of your sweet juices envelops his tongue, driving him into a frenzy of desire, and he is tireless in his services, his tongue outlines every inch of your tender folds, trying to bring you to the point of pleasure and beyond, using everything he has with him, everything his whole face and his hands.

continuing to mercilessly attack your slick folds, his movements become more passionate, more assertive as you tighten his grip on his hair between your fingers, moving it away from his face, and he openly enjoys the taste of your arousal, a mixture of pleasure and pure needines coming from your increased moans and whining, when he himself practically moans, mumbling something — «mmghm, taste s'good, fuch»

helping himself with his hand, he lets go of one of your legs, letting it fall onto his broad shoulder, curling on his back, and his fingers deftly pass between your folds, spreading them, giving his tongue access to your tight hole, the feeling of his muscle sliding inside you, fucking you in a rhythm that matches the trembling of your legs, filling the room.

he continues to stimulate your clit, his thumb applying the necessary pressure, gradually bringing you closer to the edge, the wet, squelching sounds of his tongue plunging in and out of your wet cunt fills your ears and space, but you're already far enough away to listen, just mumbling and babbling, supporting his movements, squeezing his strands, fleetingly fidgeting with your hips to press into his mouth more actively — «ye.. yyees, good — hmmn.. boy!»

your sweet, moaning words of praise fuel leon's persistence, his movements become more and more insistent, he bobs his head up and down, his tongue and metal ball slides inside your wet hole with an inexorable rhythm, the tip twists to hit the right spot in rhythm, while he tries to suck your clit, his finger continues its exploration instead of his tongue, running along your wet folds and sliding into your tight hole, carefully, curling to feel your spongy spot and thrust against it.

the sensation sends waves of pleasure through your body, making you gasp and shudder, your walls clenching around his digit, squeezing him tightly as the pleasure builds inside you, and he reacts to your vice grip, sucking harder on your clit, flicking the throbbing bud with the tip of his tongue, the movement of his finger immediately speeds up.

the combination of his skillful tongue and the teasing pressure of leon's fingers pushes you closer to the edge, your moans growing louder, mixing with the wet sounds of his mouth working on your sensitive flesh, slurping and letting the sweet juices flow down his lips and chin, picking up the wave of sensations, fidgeting with his hips against the sheets and humping, sending goosebumps through himself from the friction of his clothed erection.

his movements continue, his second finger joins and slides deeper into you, stretching you to accept his invasion, he feels your grip on his finger as he pump and thrust, targeting your sensitive g spot with quick precision, and at the same moment he continues to focus his attention on your swollen clit, his tongue sliding and sucking with fervor.

your stimulated whimpers and your tight grip on his hair only fuel his desire even more, his hips involuntarily shaking, leon rubs his clothed erection against the sheets, and this friction adds an extra layer of pleasure to his wanton moans into your wetness — «mmhrm, good.. so good, s'tasty»

he gets lost in the sweet confines of your pussy, enjoying the taste and the soft, sucking in texture that surrounds him, the wet sounds of his fingers and his mouth working on your increasingly sensitive cunt as it clenches tighter around his fingers, slowly bringing you to the edge, forcing to groan, bending in an arc — «fuck! don't stop, kennedy, i'm — hhngh — gonna cum!»

he wouldn't stop no matter what, because he feels your walls squeezing like a vice, squeezing his fingers, and he responds by curling and opening his digits like a scissors, rubbing against your warm, wet walls, making your pussy squelch with every movement.

he hastily removes his fingers from your pussy, taking their place with his tongue, the pink muscle curls and teases your spongy spot, causing a shiver of pleasure to run through your body, you arch deep, your legs wrapping around his shoulders and you press him closer, riding the waves of impending orgasm — «yess, yesyesyes, lee.. leon!»

your body tenses, a literal cry of pleasure mixed with his name echoes through the room with a deep moan, and leon’s tongue continues its relentless attack, flicking and writhing inside you, pushing you to lose your head completely, and the intensity, the warmth in the lower abdomen increases, reaching its peak when you give in to the powerful release that hits you in a blissful wave, pressing his face deeper between your legs.

he experiences the waves of your orgasm, feeling your tightness squeeze around his tongue, your slippery creamy juices fill his mouth, and he swallows them, slurping, enjoying the taste of your orgasm, drinking it all greedily and hungry, cleaning out every drop and literally rolling up his eyes.

as you tremble in a post orgasmic state, raw and exposed, he moves away from your throbbing cunt and rises to his knees, the mattress sagging under his weight as he takes a moment to clean his chin and lips with his tongue and palm, his eyes fixed on you while you catch your breath with deep sighs and heaving chests, still with your legs spread.

blue eyes watch the way your cunt clench and unclench, testifying to the intense pleasure you just experienced, and you slowly lower your head, catching his puppy dog look, and what's more, painfully erected clothed cock, so much so that a stain has already formed on top of his jeans, escaping his boxers, causing words from your lips that make him wag his imaginary tail and whine «yes, owner» with his gaze, and you think about what’s happening with your changed attitude towards him — «one more?»

oh, of course he agrees, he is literally hooked, although the original plan was different, no? ‹𝟹

[leonsliga]

so many fetus leon posts on my dash... bri why would you remind us of his cringey fboy days 😔😭

Because if you don’t love him at his

Then you don’t deserve him at his

[nvoirs]

NAHH NOT THE FART ANONS 😭 they’ve been in my inbox too i wanna bite smth anytime i get my hopes up ab anons. i genuinely love thirsts but the second i see “can u write him farting” i’m like ☹️

also ok i’ve gotta glaze a lil cherry bomb is so fucking yummy… i reread it every time u reblog i LOVE LOVE LOVE fboy leon agh‼️

TY LMAO? Cherry bomb was rushed asf. And it's the worse piece of work i've done appreciate it 😭

[serulianwaves]

2 new bots! i’ve been busy with school lately but i wanted to make some more!

todays episodes: fboy leon wants you, and you found your stepdad on some old magazines !!!

fboy leon link:

stepdad leon link:

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Headcanons for King Neptune's Half-Brothers (Mindy and Triton/Leon's Uncles).

Jupiter (The XIII)

Known as "Lord Jupiter", the Ruler of the Skies.

Has a Wife named "Juno" and is the Father of their Children (Ares, Hephaestus "Ralph", Juventas "Joyce", Lucina, and Bellona).

Jupiter is the Eldest/First Son of Saturn and Cybele

His Servants are Cherubs (the Small Angels of the Skies), so he technically rules over Heaven.

He's very much like his Brother (Neptune), Another Arrogant God who only cares for himself. But he's a much more Mischievous and Uncable God since Jupiter's a Cheater/Womanizer, only spying on Women when Juno's not looking.

He and Neptune most likely hang out, since they are Brothers as they like to gossip on things and even do God stuff together.

Jupiter is most likely self-centered since he doesn't care much about his own Wife (Juno) nor pay any much attention to their children.

He likes to flirt with any Woman he sees once he meets them, so he's basically a Fboy.

Speaking of "Juno", they met when Juno was a Princess at her own Kingdom. At a Strange Love Sight, Juno was in head over heels in love with Jupiter as Jupiter showered Juno with such kind compliments, thinking that she would be the Right Girl of his Dreams. So they married, not knowing of what truly might become of their marriage.

He certainly gets angered when easily insulted, so he'll most likely blast a lighting bolt behind their back.

His Main Random Fling was a Mermaid named "Valerie", the Mother of Jody.

Jupiter basically gave Neptune the charge to make Jody happy (because he doesn't want anything to do with his Mermaid Daughter).

He has No Love over his Sons (Ares and Hephaestus/Ralph) because of how he disproves of them (making his own Sons feel like they're a disappointment), the only thing that he does admire is his Daughters (which makes his Sons jealous).

His long secret affairs hidden from Juno are discovered when Joyce found out about the truth about her Father. Shattered and Heartbroken, Juno became very extremely pissed at Jupiter.

Jupiter and Juno had a huge fight when one of their Daughters told everything of what she saw as the Lord and Lady of the Skies had a huge battle over the heavens. Juno was now basically done of her Husband's secret adulterous fairs, so she put up a divorce and took her whole children away from the Father. Jupiter didn't care, no matter on how selfish he was.

The only Child that does care for their Father like Mindy is Joyce (since deep down, Jupiter often really did miss his children, most likely his Daughters). Joyce had the permission from their Mother to visit her Father every weekends (because Joyce is the only Daughter that still loves their Father, despite his Monarchy) while Juno had a New Husband to live for (just like how Amy did with her Wife).

Pluto (The XV)

Known as "Emperor Pluto", the Ruler of the Underworld.

Has a Wife named "Persephone" and is the Father of their own Kids (Zagreus, "Zack" and Melinoe "Eve")

Pluto is the Youngest/Third Son of Saturn and Deianira.

His Servants are Imps (since the Underworld has a similar setting like "Hazbin Hotel", a Hellish World filled with Demons and Souls).

Has a Pet Three-Headed Dog in Body named "Cerberus" (who has the Left Face of a Pug, the Middle Face of a Corgi, and even the Right Face of a Golden Retriever).

Unlike his Brothers, Pluto is actually a very kind and generous God as he would absolutely never whiplash a Poor Soul since he's a very responsible ruler in the Afterlife.

Pluto is gratefully ashamed of his own Brothers (Jupiter and Neptune), because of how much of a Jerk they're both are (he barley hangs out of them for reasons).

As a Kind Uncle he is, Pluto would confirmed the sorrows of his Nieces and Nephews (including Mindy, Leon (Neptune and Amy's Kids), and Joyce (Jupiter and Juno's Daughter)).

Speaking of which, he never cheats nor abuses his children, he loves his own Children and is very faithful to his Wife Persephone (who they have a much healthier and loving devoted relationship, unlike the Relationships between the Brothers and their own Wives).

Pluto and Persephone met when they were both Young Kids at the time. At Kindergarten, Pluto had a Shy Crush on her and wasn't afraid to admit it since they were only friends around that time. When they grew up as Young Adults, Pluto confessed his own love to Persephone that he loves her no matter what and that he would do anything to give the entire world to her (but Persephone's Mother (Ceres) did not approve of their love until she later approved Pluto and allowed Persephone to be with the Man who she loves).

When Persephone moved to the Underworld, she married Pluto (but although Persephone was the Goddess of Spring, she would always visit the Outside World for Spring and Summer Days, and always come back to her Family and the Underworld for Fall and Winter Days).

He's very Wealthy as he gives out his own Wealth to the Citizens in the Afterlife and even on Land to People.

As a Caring Father, he respects his Children's boundaries (his most Favorite Child of his is Zack, who is always there for him whenever he's in his ups and downs). His relationship with his Daughter (Melinoe) is very heartwarming, because even though Melinoe is a Mischievous Underworld Princess, Pluto is grateful of his Daughter's full tricks.

What do you think? And which Son of Saturn do you like more out of the Three Half-Brothers?

I like it (Neptune having half brothers is a fun and interesting concept), and Pluto is my favorite.

[spitgobbler]

✮ masterlist

— leon s. kennedy

- re4 leon

nothing yet…

- bunny owner leon

BunnyOwner!Leon

bunny hop! soft ver.

bunny hop! rough ver.

- older puppy owner re2 leon

hold the leash tight

- older leon kennedy

i ♥︎ daddy

— specials

Halloween 2023 • Sweet Treat (fboy!leon)

✮ series

tba…

[laresearchette]

Thursday, August 03, 2023 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: WRONGLY ACCUSED (Sundance Now) JERSEY SHORE: FAMILY VACATION (MTV Canada) 8:00pm JEOPARDY! MASTERS (CTV) 9:00pm BOTCHED (E! Canada) 10:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT: FBOY ISLAND (CW Feed) SECRETS OF A UNIVERSITY (TBD - Lifetime Canada)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

NETFLIX CANADA HEAD TO HEAD HEARTSTOPPER (Season 2) THE LAST HOURS OF MARIO BLONDO THE LINCOLN LAWYER (Season 2 Volume 2) ZOM 100: BUCKET LIST OF THE DEAD

FIFA WOMEN’S WORLD CUP SOCCER (TSN/TSN4/TSN5) 5:45am: Korea Republic vs. Germany (TSN2) 5:45am: Morocco vs. Columbia

MLB BASEBALL (SN) 3:00pm: Orioles vs. Jays (SN) 7:00pm: Astros vs. Yankees (SN Now) 8:00pm: Reds vs. Cubs (SN360) 9:30pm: Mariners vs. Angels (SN1) 10:00pm: A’s vs. Dodgers

NFL PRE-SEASON FOOTBALL (TSN2) 8:00pm: Jets vs. Browns

CFL FOOTBALL (TSN) 8:30pm: Lions vs. Blue Bombers

LEAGUES CUP SOCCER (TSN3) 8:30pm: Round of 32: Charlotte vs. Cruz Azul (TSN3) 10:30pm: Round of 32: Leon vs. Real Salt Lake

A BODY IN THE BASEMENT (Investigation Discovery) 10:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): In 1978, a shocking murder in broad daylight terrifies a small Illinois town; it goes unsolved for years, until an elite team of investigators uses cutting-edge technology to dig up new clues and lay a cunning trap to catch a killer.

CANADIAN REFLECTIONS (CBC) 11:30pm: Baba; P!GS

[joderpierre]

Goretzka looks like your fboy who I wouldn’t mind messing with

[argreion]

Oh yeah, guys y'all are more than welcome to request random things! I don't honestly mind! <3 So if you have something REALLY in mind you can REQUEST!!

Love you all, I'm gonna be working on the fboy Leon now!

[0dango]

Bucci Gang HCs (Modern AU):

Ok I had the Bruno ones as a shower thought and the brain rot just spread so…

Bruno Bucciaratti:

Ok everyone says he’s a wine mom that is technologically inept but I hc that as WRONG

He’s classy as fck.

Doesn’t use snap, but has an instagram with a fairly large following

Has a pinterest.

Posts fitspo pics with that “classy aesthetic”.

Goes to nice bars a lot, likes champagne

Wears Hermes cologne (Le Jardin de Monsiuer Li smells so good wjdjf)

I do agree w others that he definitely texts you like “make sure you drink water!” etc.

Leone Abbacchio:

Has a tumblr acc.

Doesn’t text people often, definitely the type to say “k” of leave you on read

Once he got drunk and called Bruno at 3 AM. Bruno sends him good night texts now

At first I thought he’s a black coffee kinda person but I think he likes tea

Probably had an emo phase

Takes the pictures for Bruno’a insta lul

Has an instagram but it’s private and he never posts

Also he’s the one with the car so everyone asks him for rides

Guido Mista:

FCUJKK i’m a Mista simp ngl

That being said, he’s unfortunately the type to be like “u up?🫦”

Has snap for sure. Slides up with heart eyes on your selfies

Has a tiktok where he posts gym progress

Lowkey pulls ngl

I said this in my last post but the sex pistols (assuming they’re in this au) judge the woman/men he brings home

“I didn’t like her she was a bit of a bitch”

“I think she was really hot 10/10”

I can see him being in a frat.. but the others don’t let him join lol

Smokes weed. Fugo and Narancia do too

Actually a softie once you move past the fboy part

Narancia Ghirga:

Has a meme account.

Was a fortnite kid at one point in life

He’s the type to spam the gc with selfies and updates (but it’s adorable and everyone loves it)

He probably likes Playboi Carti in a diehard kind of way

lowkey gamer

The type to get really mad when he dies in games though

Always asks Abba for rides to get food or if he’s bored

The whole squad ends up coming along

He puts Bruno on to new music in the car

Giorno Giovanna:

Top student, all APs, straight As, captain of the debate team, student president u name it

He’s just good at everything

Has a garden, grows lots of flowers

Advocates against drug usage but smoked weed with the boys once

Doesn’t really use social media

Posted a tiktok once. Blew up because of his good looks and never posted again

Has a twitter

Comes off as “the responsible one” but he definitely lowkey reckless

Dio bonus: Giorno probably sneaks out to meet up with the gang at like 3 AM and Dio doesn’t like these “troublemakers” even though he was worse as a kid

Pannacotta Fugo:

Likes Ben Shapiro

Has a twitter, follows political news/ world events

Seemed like an uptight know it all, Mista got him to smoke weed once

Now he does it a lot (tries to act like he doesn’t)

Didn’t dress eccentrically until he met the squad

Likes Narancia’s memes but won’t admit it

Has reddit, likes to argue with people on reddit lmao

The only one Dio likes

[butter3drainbows]

Which La Squadra/Bucci Gang members are most to least likely to just chill in the common room completely ass-naked?

No! I have my dignity to uphold

These are the members who would rather die than let the national treasures be whipped out on display for the whole team to see. It's not a matter of insecurity they would say, it's just highly unprofessional and entirely rude to have your genitals dangling in public!

Prosciutto

He can tolerate half-nakedness from his colleagues given that the portion subjected to nudity would be on the upper part of their bodies but to have them parading around the common spaces completely naked? Absolutely not! This man would make every nagging mother around the world proud, scolding the offenders in rapid Italian when he so much as sees an inappropriate amount of skin exposed.

"For the love of God, Formaggio! At least put some underwear on before you poke someone's eye out."

Panacotta Fugo

For someone who literally has holes in his pants in his usual garb, Fugo is really conscious when his legs are completely exposed so to even think about removing all his article of clothing is simply unthinkable!

"I know they have holes dammit!... It's not the same! You literally have your bits dangling around for everyone to see!"

Pesci

Very insecure about his body. He won't even dare think about going out of his room without his shirt on when Prosciutto is around to nag him. He'll be having an earful if he did!

"Oh definitely not! I wouldn't want big bro to have another reason to get mad at me 👉👈."

Narancia Ghirga

Doesn't really think about it but will never consider doing it. That's Abbachio and Mista's thing.

"Ehh?? Going out naked? Only Mista and Abbachio have the balls do that. Haha, get it? They have the balls to do it."

Oopsie / Ah fuck it!

Will not actively walk out naked just for the heck of it but when they are put in a situation where they have no choice but to walk out naked, will do so without batting an eyelash. If they feel a little daring, they will most likely do it at night when the chances of being caught with their junk out is slim.

Bruno Bucciaratti

The chances of him walking around in public completely naked is very situational and in this particular situation would be because he had added his clothes to the pile of laundry he had to do this morning but forgetting to get a towel to wrap around himself on the way back his room. The idea had sounded very efficient and practical until a few seconds after he had closed the door of the washing machine.

"Ah good day, Narancia. You caught me in a very embarassing situation but let me explain. You see, I went to do the laundry today and absentmindedly put my current clothes into the washing machine thinking that it was a brilliant idea to also include my favorite shirt so that I may wear it again tomorrow. Haha The idea is very much a failure now, I realized, and *ahem* what I'm trying to say is, can I borrow the thing around your waist to make the journey back to my room a little less humiliating?"

Ghiaccio

Okay okay, so technically he has white album on when he activates his stand right so does that mean that every time he kills a non-stand user with White Album on, he’s actually appearing before them naked? And what if Sorbet and Gelato don’t have stands, will that one time that Ghiaccio appeared before them with White Album activated actually be the first time Ghiaccio let a person other than himself see him in all his cheeked-up glory? Who knows? 

“Why are you asking stupid questions? Wait, wait. In fact, why does it even fucking matter? So what if they saw me naked before they died? They ought to be thankful they got to see this in their last moments and not a face like that (Illuso: Now wait just a m-) because this is as good as it gets!”

Illuso

Formaggio will mostly tease him about refusing to get naked in public himself after throwing a jab about the size of his junk. Formaggio would call him a coward and pressure him to prove him wrong. That he wasn't afraid to prove to him that there's something of worth under all the pillowy layers of Illuso's outfit. Illuso just scoffs at his taunts. Only a child will answer to his schoolyard jabs. He's too mature for this, he should jusy walk away like the adult he is. He would never stoop so low. He would never-

"Oh yeah? Oh yeah?? You want to see something big huh? I'll show you big. Pesci! Come get me a ruler! We'll settle this right here, right now."

Giorno Giovanna

The chances of him even thinking about going naked is also situational but unless his clothing somehow magically disappears, say Abbachio pulling a prank on him and taking his clothes whilst he is in the shower, he will not hesitate to go out and brave the stares he will undoubtedly attract. It's just a few people anyway.

"Where'd you clothes go, Giovanna?"

"Leone, give the boy his clothes back."

"Ah no worries, I turned my hair into a skirt made of leaves. See?"

"Where did- you know what, nevermind. Go put some clothes on, Giorno."

Mmm yeah, slap it baby.

Don't give a f what their teammates will think either because they know they have goods packing down there and they're not shy when it comes to showing it off or they simply don't care what they think. It's not like they can do anything about it.

Formaggio

First on the list because as a Formaggio stan who headcanons him as having the typical fboy persona, this is something that he would 100% do. [rosciutto berates him about it all the time to which he casually brushes off with a wink or a taunting shake of his hips. He’s definitely the type to cry out an exagerrated high-pitched moan when someone slaps his ass.

“Prosciutto. Baby. If you had an ass slapped on me by God himself like mine you would want to show it off too. C’mon look at it. No for real man, take a good look it and tell me you wouldn’t wanna see that jiggle. No?...Melone, you? Ahaha, that’s why I like you! Eheh, well y’know...most of the time...”

Leone Abbachio

Has low tolerance to heat during the summer so it’s a common sight to see him manspreading on the couch, his hair tied up with the fan pointed directly towards him while he has his headphones on to distract him from thee heat, Naturally, he will likely angrily point out how Giorno is gawking at him and Mista who will also be sprawled somewhere in the living area fanning himself. Poor thing is just a little shocked, go easy on him Leone

“What the hell are you looking at, Giovanna?”

Melone

Ohoho this boi has zero shame! He won;t do it just because he can like Formaggio but will likely do it because of a dumb reason like he doesn’t have any clothes that he’s willing to wear today. I can definitely see him going out in the middle of the night for some snacks while also accidentally spooking the soul out of the other tenants when they go down to get a sip of water.   

"manifest from the shadows at 2am* Whatcha doin there son?"

*Ghiaccio scream choking on his water*

Guido Mista

This man makes the best breakfast and he does it all buck-naked with only a short-apron covering his precious bits. He’s just really comfortable in his own skin! He has laundry to do in the afternoon anyway(like a months worth, Guido baby why) so he might as well forego wearing anything till they’re all washed. For now, the apron will do!

“Who wants eggs for breakfast? Narancia, you? No? Giorno? Abbachio? What about you Fugo? Uhh Bruno?...Yeah, alright! Two perfect sunny side ups and a big fat sausage for the boss comin right up!”

Risotto Nero

When you’re the leader of one of the most feared hitman team in the whole country, a team which Risotto can whole-heartedly say that he would willingly entrust his life with, there are certain intimate practices that he wouldn’t mind doing in the privacy of their shared living space. He believes every single one of them to be mature enough to handle a little bit of exposed skin so one morning when he does decide to go get himself some coffee in nothing but his naked, god-like glory he didn’t expect the kind of stares he received. Why are they all staring? Melone and Formaggio do it all the time don’t they? Odd. Formaggio will get away with a saucy whistle because he’s the only one brave enough to do so while the others are too shocked *cough*intimidated*cough* to do anything else but well...stare.

“I will be discussing a few things after breakfast so if all of you will just take some time off your schedules after your meals we can...*sigh* Gentlemen, please, my eyes are up here.”