au where Jason’s revival is revealed to the rest of the bats because at some point after Damian moves in to the manor Dick and Tim decide to be nosy brothers and go through all his shit while he’s at school, and hidden within the belongings he brought from the league is an old worn notebook lovingly titled by Damian in handwriting that clearly started when he was much younger, ‘the Jason Todd quote book’.
Tim and Dick have to go through the book and come to terms with the fact that not only is Jason alive again, but according to what Damian’s recorded, he’s still a complete fucking idiot.
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Tim: number 71, ‘if you’re gonna sit there and tell me there’s an actual difference between a cucumber and a courgette then i know you’re lying to my face. look at them. both can be used as a dildo. that’s all i need to know, Talia.’
Dick: …there’s no way this is actually our Jason, right?
Tim: number 72, ‘i used to be normal and homeless, but then Batman tried to domesticate me like a cat and he fucked up the process so bad that now i’m in this fuckass cult and there’s a rock in my shoe and one day i’ll kill him for it.’
Dick:
Dick: holy shit that’s our Jason.
Tim: number 73, ‘Ra’s, get your dick out, i wanna see if the pit also made yours bigger or if that’s just a me thing.’
yes, every neighbour who is spied on first hears a CLUNK. CLANK. CLUNK as he climbs into position. and then they look over, and see his fat pink belly and staring eyes. definitely an experience.
short request for re4 or re6 leon finding out he’s infertile so he becomes obsessed with giving his gf creampies because he knows there’s no problem with it 🤭
a/n; I'd love to write it for re6 leon, but I felt compelled for re4 leon because it sounded easier to explain in my head 😓 ill get re6 leon eventually, I swear !!
sum; leon finding out he's infertile becomes both a blessing and a curse. mostly a blessing. he just can't keep his hands off of you!
content; creampie, unprotected sex, lots of cum, leon says one slightly degrading thing (reader not shutting up kind of thing)
wc; 1.7k
a/n pt2; I restarted this 3 times. something was so off about everything I did, but I really hope this was alright 😭
After finding out that Leon couldn't have kids after being infected in Spain, you swore you haven't had a night to rest where you didn't fall asleep with his cum seeping out of you. He'd found out right after his mission in Spain that he was totally unable to have kids, and because of that, condoms were unnecessary since STDs had never been a concern for you two because you were each other's only sexual partners and you'd ensured you were both clean a long time ago.
It's been three fucking months since the news of his infertility. He tried not to let himself become obsessive, but he really couldn't help it. The thought of you being full of his cum, even when he was unaware of his infertility, had always riled him up. When you were unavailable or unwilling, he'd go and deal with himself, often with the fleshlight that you'd bought him for when he had long, far away missions that weren't as occupying. Every time he used it, he'd picture it was your cunt when he finally came, the cum spilling out around the edges of the squishy toy. He'd groan when his eyes opened back up, disappointment deep in his body as he came back from his fantasy.
Fantasy wasn't needed anymore. He got to fulfill everything he wanted. Sure, he couldn't have his own kid, but he'd settle for adoption if you ever wanted a kid. Or some other solution if you truly wanted to carry your own baby. He didn't care as long as you were happy.
Oh, boy, were you happy. For the last three months, basically every other night or every two days, you were getting absolutely dragged to pound town. Multiple rounds, cum pooling beneath you on the bed that Leon had started to put down thick towels as a barrier for not only your mess but his now that it was an issue, and oh boy, the newfound energy from Leon was insane. It came in handy when you were at the point in your cycle when all you wanted was sex. Ovulation had always driven you crazy, but recently, it was so much better.
Tonight was a prime example. Leon had you thoroughly prepared with his tongue and fingers, having pulled two orgasms from you with just the prep, and then he'd already pulled another with his cock. You were face down, grabbing onto the pillow like your life depended on it, the plush of the pillow muffling your cries and moans as he pounded from behind, holding your hips up since your knees had kept slipping out of place.
He groaned, grip tightening on the fat of your hips as he felt his peak approaching. "Shit—oh, fuck." He hissed, thighs tensing as he leaned forward, one hand coming to support himself by grasping at the blanket, knuckles turning white.
"Fuck, y're always so loud." He panted. "Like a goddamn animal." His words sounded harsh, but in reality, they only fed into your pleasure. You bit into the fabric of the pillow, drool forming a wet spot quickly as one hand reached out and planted firmly against the headboard, nails scratching at the polished wood.
It didn't take much longer for your hips to be jolting away, the pleasure becoming too much as you approached your high. You swore he was going to ruin you soon enough. You wondered if that was his goal. To ruin you beyond comprehension, to keep you nice and addicted to his cock, make sure that anyone after him wouldn't be able to do you the way he could.
Your moans and groans and cries became guttural and desperate, face pushing deeper into the pillow. Leon took his hand from the sheets and grabbed your neck from behind, grabbing firmly to pull your head upward so you couldn't hide. That action alone had you going absolutely dumb.
"Don't hide from me. Nothing I haven't already seen. You act so—" He choked momentarily, thrusts becoming uneven. "so fucking shy and bashful until I've got you fucking impaled on my dick like you were made for it. Can't quiet down. Bet you wouldn't even be able to shut up if we were in public."
"No, fuck! Nooo!" You whined, your hand leaving the pillow to grab at his wrist. "'S t-too good." You whimpered. "God, don't stop," you pleaded shakily, eyes rolling back.
"Yeah," he grunted. "I know it's good. Poor baby, gettin' fucked so good you lose all your shame. What is it you want? Go on, tell me." He pushed, hand grasping tighter at the nape of your neck. You cried out.
"Fuck! Please, Lee," you gasped, eyes squeezing shut. "Fuck me full, make me yours, ruin me." You panted, the words slurred and bumpy with each deep, angry thrust of his cock into of your cunt.
"Good girl. So good f'me, usin' your manners all sweet like." He hissed, letting go of your neck and letting your head fall. You bit the pillow again, almost screaming into it as you finally gave up, your body twitching against his hold as you finally gushed around his girth, a creamy ring forming around the base of his cock, your arousal dripping down your thighs.
Leon followed, fucking you through it until he was unable to handle it, bottoming out and letting his cum fill every bit of your cunt until it was leaking out around his girth. Leon slowly pulled out, sitting back on his haunches as he grabbed your ass with both hands, thumbs pulling your pussy open so he could watch the mess come out, spilling down your core in thick globs until the liquid dripped down and landed on the towel beneath your hips.
That sight alone had him already riled up by the time you were ready to speak. You squeaked when he flipped you onto your back, pushing your legs open and letting his cock slide between your folds, making you whimper as his cock filled out again with another erection. You looked up at him, brows knitted together. He already had your knees pushed up to your chest, putting your worn out cunt on full display for him to see the impact of his animalistic behavior.
"Lee, c'mon!" You whined, one foot kicking lightly at his bicep.
"Be patient." He huffed, smacking the back of your thigh with only enough power to mimic the sensation of a flick. He didn't actually want to spank or hurt you.
"No—fuck, gimme a minute, would you!?" You complained, hips trying to squirm away.
"Can't." He muttered, cock twitching against your entrance as his hips drew back, tip falling in place against your hole. You whimpered, thighs tensing. You reached down, hand shaking slightly as you helped position his cock better, ensuring it didn't slip around due to the mess. He gave you a knowing, smug look, making you look away, trying to hide in the pillow again. Your efforts at hiding were useless, and you couldn't help but mewl at the sensation of his cock pushing back in. He moaned, shaky and pitchy as his cock throbbed with sensitivity. Your walls felt raw, used and abused from just a couple rounds.
"Oh, god," you gasped, back arching as he fell into that same brutal pace from before, making your walls flutter around him. Your hand shook as it came down to your clit, fingers rubbing back and forth against the throbbing nub of nerves.
Leon leaned forward and made you cry out as he pushed you into a tighter press, his pace never faltering as he let his lips find yours. The connection of lips was sloppy, desperate, and almost as messy as he was making your pussy. Your head fell back, and he followed, his dominant hand coming to replace yours at your clit. You squealed, the sound swallowed up by the kiss as his fingers strummed your clit like it was his whole purpose on earth. Your entire body trembled, moans increasing in volume and consistency as your hands came to grab desperately at his shoulders, feeling another orgasm build up.
"Oh, fuck, Lee, 'm c-close!" You whimpered, brows furrowing as you looked up at him. He huffed, looking down at you and taking in your expression. Kiss swollen lips shiny with spit, eyes glossy from building tears of pleasure, cheeks reddened prettily.
"Take it, baby. Take what you want." He panted, a low grunt leaving him as he began to struggle to maintain his pace. His eyes rolled back, lips parting in a heavy moan.
And take it you did. It wasn't long before you were crying out, body completely tense, head fallen back and body arched up into his. Your cry of pleasure fell into a cry of overstimulation, hands smacking at his shoulders. He hissed, trying to speed up his release with a faster pace until he finally bottomed out again, balls drawn tight and twitching with every rope of cum that spilled inside of you. You whimpered, your resistance falling short as you fell limp, muscles still trembling with an occasional twitch of your hips or legs due to the aftershocks.
It was slow as Leon pulled out, his hands dropping both legs as he came to watch the mess of his cum once more. It spilled out in globs, and he groaned at the way your walls contracted and pushed it out. You whined, legs closing as you rolled onto your side.
"No more." Your voice became quiet, too tired as you could barely hold a hand up to keep him from getting back onto you. He didn't try to, though. He chuckled, crawling behind you and spooning you from behind, lips littering soft kisses along your neck and shoulders.
"No more, baby." He agreed. "I've got my fill for the night. Do you?" He quipped, making you groan at his dumb joke. "Mmh, yeah, I know you do." He purred, arms wrapping around your waist to tug you in tight.
"Ugh, we need a shower." You muttered.
"Yeah." He breathed, body slowly relaxing with you recovering in his arms. "In a sec, yeah?" He kissed gently at your nape. You nodded, exhaling heavily to ease the shaking of your muscles.
I’m thinking about Incubus!Leon finding Succabus!Reader in a book store, of all places.
cw: 18+ mdni, dub-con, oral (m receiving)
It’s rare for him to find one of his kind in the first place, usually your species meet just in passing. No need to feed on your own kind. But he can practically sniff you out, you’re practically a kid to the man, in your twenties or thirties, who knows. But you live for almost two hundred years and you can learn a couple things. You’re passed out in on of the reading nooks, if Incubus!Leon was human he’d almost think you’d just fallen asleep. Head resting on the bookshelf, long lashes fluttering, you’re beautiful, but you’re taking shallow breaths. Too slow.
The man can’t just take you out of there, can he? Then have someone suspecting he’s kidnapping you, he calls 911 and they won’t give you what you need. He manages to get you to lean on him, shaking you out of your sleep just from the smell of his cologne. His hand is on your hip to steady you, making sure your arm is slung over his broad shoulders. Your hand lays flat on his toned stomach, abs hiding behind the tight long sleeve shirt he’s wearing. You giggle, eyes low, tempting— “ ‘M starved.”
Leon gives the stranger near by a forced smile, only hurrying you out of the book store to his truck, “Yeah kid, I can tell.”
If Leon had the proper restraint, he would’ve taken you to the hospital designed for hybrids and— the inhuman— but you filled the car with an unfathomably sweet aroma— intoxicating but it all screamed you, you, you. Your hands trailed up and down his torso, rubbing your body against his, letting out such sesnsual moans, murmurs of ‘please’ over and over. Hand getting so dangerously low, thigh creeping into his lap as your hand circles around his hardening length in his pants. You suck in a breath, whining, “need it so bad, mm- please, need you so much.”
He groans, running a hand through his greying hair, “Fuck, You don’t even know my name.”
“I can know it, I- tell me what you need baby- please, can be exactly what you need.” You nuzzle your face into his neck. It’s wrong, you’re not in the right mindset. Just a starved succubus willing to do anything to feed. Your entire body controlled by instinct you can’t help.
He sighs, “Just once, alright?”
You could’ve came in your own pants from that alone, the way his husky voice filled your ears and made butterflies fly in your stomach, sticky heat drenching your panties. Incoherent mumbles of ‘thank you’ escaping your plump lips, soon to be wrapped around his thick mushroom tip that’s leaking pre. You push your hair back, tongue swirling around his cockhead with a wet ‘pop’
“Fuck ’s good,” you lick your lips panting, rolling your hand up and down his shaft, burning strawberry red and fat, heavy and pulsing in your hand. Your mouth is watering for that salty taste once more, eyes peering up at Leon, literal sparks going off like fireworks in your brown eyes, “Why’s it so good?”
You don’t give him a chance to reply either, yout warm mouth taking him as far as you can, Leon’s teeth clench together, hand going to the back of your nape as your roughly suck and slurp his cock. Trying to get you to slow down, but your head only bobs down faster, gagging at how big he fills your mouth, only turning you on more, “Take it fuckin easy- Jesus fucking— fuuck!“
And this unearthly feeling you’re giving him, swirling your tongue around the sides of his length, moaning around him as he only gets harder in your mouth. A mix of spit and cum dripping down your chin, down to the pubes that tickle your nose hair everytime you try taking him deeper, more, more, more—
The older man gently eases you to his tip, groaning at the sloppy and wet sight, strings of his cum falling from your lips, “Gonna- shit- gonna hurt yourself like that dolly, told you t’take your time, didn’t I?” But it doesn’t even waved in your dilated eyes, cockdrunk, kitten licks hitting the slit of his cock. He lets out a deep breath, “I’ll help you, alright? Take this- that’s perfect sweetheart- fuck- take this as a teachin moment, alright? Mmf- Most guys arent like this.”
Leon has goosebumps rolling down his skin, you’re good, like you were made for this exact moment, no one’s ever made him feel this good. He’s been with his fair share of women and men, a few hybrids here and fhere, but this is a different ballpark. Pure erotica, the way your hips are rocking in the air as Leon slowly starts to fuck your mouth, not as rough, but fast, the sloppy sound of your muffled moans with the sopping wet sputter and gawking while you suck his dick.
You can see just how handsome he looks with his head thrown back mouth agape against the head rest, disheaveked . Adam’s apple bobs as he croon, “Angh- you’re amazing hun, fuck you’re amazin, god damn- keep goin pretty- mm!” His chest rising and falling, His sick so damn wide, ends of your lips sure to be cracked by the end of the day.
Tears brim your eyelids, feeling the way his cock twitches on your tongue, and you hollow your mouth out, earning a much desired hoarse moan from the older man’s mouth, daring to suck his soul.
And you can feel the, the exact moment his load hits the back of your throat, filling the back of your throat that makes you moan. Chocking but sucking him clean, to his cock is limp in your mouth. You come up for air, letting the cum go down your throat, you can feel your clit pulsing, walls of your cunt snapping together. “Thank you for the meal.” You mewl, and your savoring the taste, drunk on the feeling.
Leon is wiping a hand down his face, embarrassment hitting him, because he’s got a girl who looks like you keep your nose in a book, glasses foggy, lips glossed with his cum dripping down to your shirt in the middle of the day on the side of a busy street.
“Fuck, we gotta move.” The older man starts the engine to the truck, pulling out of his parking spot.
“Youre soooo pretty when you cum mister.” You slur, fingers trailing his bicep, pressing your wet face onto it.
“First I’ve heard ‘f that,” he jokes, leaning over and grabbing a few napkins in the glove box. He hands them for you to take and you do, but you’re only looking up at him with those pretty doe eyes, still glazed over and shining.
“For your face honey.”
And it clicks in your brain, repeating his words and wiping your face.
“‘Nd it’s Leon, Leon Kennedy. Not old for mister yet.”
“Leon,” you repeated so dreamily, practically let yourself bathe in the sound of it. It just got so perfectly on your tongue. What the older man would give to hear you say that one more time. “How nice, what a nice name you got, Leon.”
Oh, does it move him more than it should. Maybe you’re still putting at that intoxicating smell that had his heart pumping, dick threatening to revive itself again. He clears his throat, adjusting himself slightly but you’re still clinging to him. Watching the warm hue of red lightly change on his ears. The man doesn’t really have a place to drop you off yet, not that he can with the state you’re in, absolutely more prone to a predator of any kind to come your ways
It’s after eating for a succubus or incubus which can take some time to come down if you haven’t eaten for a long time. Just like sub space, but you’re practically glowing after eating, hazy. Could easily attract anyone in a five mile radius else and go again, and again, and again— worse, you eat to kill.
“You should make sure you don’t starve yourself like that again. If you don’t eat properly you could die. It’s when you’re older you don’t have to eat as much, ‘nd I’m an incubus so I can hold off. You on the other hand, not so much.”
You’re rubbing your eyes, yawning ever to cutely, “I never heard ‘f that, the manual- the manual said I could go atleast a month or two.”
“The manual?” 
And you’re rummaging through your person, managing to find it in your shoulder bag, a little flimsy and worn little booklet that you pass him. Leon quickly flips through the small thing when the light stops red, brows only knitting further together and frown lines forming with every word he reads.
“What a load of fucking garbage! They probably made that when I was still a kid, who gave you that?”
“My mom, she gave it t’me on my eighteenth birthday, when the symptoms- when I really became one. But, I haven’t see ‘er since.”
“So you’re basically clueless.” He asks but it’s more like a statement, you only lean into him more, humming along to the low radio, mind still not fully getting the gravity of it.
It would be irresponsible to just leave you, even when you do come to, you’re only a little ways from going down the right path and then Leon will have to be the one to hunt you down if things go in disarray. Hybrids are still a controlled population, no matter how many go undocumented, you’re both still seen by the state as other. You go against humans, Leon Kennedy is sent to… handle it.
But if he can prevent that—
“‘S almost as if I like signing myself up for major favors.” He grumbles, taking a glance at you.
“I can teach you, you know.”
Your ears perk up, “teach me?”
His fingers tap on the steering wheel, “Just so you don’t end up passed out in another book store. Most of us, have a little help growing up. I guess this is you stumbling on it. Just until you get on your feet—“
“—So I can eat you again—“
“—No, no,” he cut you off, this one time and one time only, “I can help you get proper meals though. It’d be easier to just get in a relationship—“
“—But yours, I only want yours. That was the best I’ve ever had.”
You’re out of your mind, surely. Maybe because of him being an incubus it really ripped you a new one.
“You’ll find better.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Story of our lives sweetheart.” He says exasperatedly, feeling you only cuddle back into him and star at the road. “Can’t always get what you want.”
a/n: wanna make this into a series so bad but I’m scared no one’s gonna like/read this. Did I stick major plot in this? Well yes.
RE9!Leon would be the kind of person to unknowingly sit on the TV remote and refuse to get up when you are searching for it.
you’d be standing in front of him with your hands on your hips, and he’d probably hit you with the infamous “after all these years, you don’t trust me?” treatment. a couple of geriatric excuses would follow, adjacent to "honey, my back will give out it i get up after sitting this long".
you’d have 0 patience cause it’s almost time for your fav show, so you attempt to MMA tackle him off the couch. obviously the man doesn’t budge. he just tosses the book he was reading aside with a chuckle before wrapping you into a bear hug. after a minute of attempting some embarrassing maneuvers to escape and unearth the remote, you would give up with a sigh. the remote would eventually fall to the back of your mind, and you’d just snuggle into Leon's warm body, letting his stubble tickle your cheek.
an hour later, when he’d get up to retrieve your blanket, the remote would finally expose its whereabouts. Leon would look down at the remote. then at you. then back at the remote. you’d raise your brows at him, curious to see how he’s gonna sweet-talk his way out of this one.
a beat of silence. he’d clear his throat, averting his gaze to look everywhere except your i-told-you-so expression. and then he’s abruptly exiting the scene with a “does hot chocolate with extra marshmallows sound good to you?”
you laugh, picking up the remote as you hear the fridge door open a tad bit too urgently.
I'm sure I've left some people out because I slapped this together in 15 minutes but it's a whole lot more, imo artists and writers are nothing without these other guys (gn)
My woke take, as someone who has worked in both a public library and a school library, is that we desperately need both more books that are at a higher reading level but a less mature subject matter, and more books that are at a lower reading level but a more mature subject matter, because 8 year olds who are advanced readers are still 8 year olds and don't want to read about graphic violence and torture, and teens and adults who have learning difficulties or who are just later readers for whatever reason are still teens and adults and don't want to read about Billy the Bunny going to school or whatever the hell.
nostalgia bait is much less effective when you have memory problems. "hey its that thing from your childhood, don't you love thing from your childhood?" i wouldnt know </3 i forgor.
both 30 years old, born on the same day at precisely the same millisecond, but she was born in the state of Arizona which does not observe daylight savings time so one could possibly make the (weak) argument that she's an hour older. problematic age gap?
alright alright how about this other chick. she was born orbiting a black hole and due to relativistic effects currently unexplained by established models we are both 14 million years younger than eachother. help me with the ethics of this
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