Characters:Kurapika, Leorio, Gon, killua and Hisoka
2.My hero academia
Characters: all of class 1A,
3.jojo’s bizarre adventure
Characters: everyone really, I love them all
4.Jujutsu Kaisen
characters:also everyone
5.Death note
Characters: L, light, misa
I went through the list of anime I have watched and even though there were like 30 animes I just couldn’t see myself writing for anything else, but these for now.
I’ll Most write fluff
I will not be writing smut just suggestive at most
Hey guys, I was thinking about starting to write fanfic’s about hxh since nobody’s doing so anymore and I always just make it in my head but never write it. It seems pretty fun.
my main focus would be Hunter X Hunter but I have watched a lot of other anime I can write about and I’ll post those soon.
𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: Hello everyone!! Appearing for the first time on our blog: Leorio Paradinight!!! A character so rich in humanity that I think it’s absurd not to dedicate a fic to him :-D!!! I’ve been wanting to post this for a long time. I posted here yesterday asking which characters you guys missed, and in one of the comments, a user mentioned Leorio; I couldn’t resist, and at that very moment, I decided to finish the draft of this fic that I had been keeping in my drafts for a while!! I know it’s short, and even though my followers are used to longer reads, I promise I’ll deliver another more in-depth One Shot soon!! Happy reading to everyone!! :-)
𝑷/𝑺: The title is a reference to the same song in the fic. I had this idea because I think it’s TOTALLY Leorio’s vibe, not sure if you guys agree (maybe it’s just me, lol).
The apartment in Yorknew City was one of Leorio's first acquisitions after the Hunter Exam. The money from his license, added to the reward he had accumulated from a few low-risk escort missions, allowed him to make a substantial down payment on a spacious property, located in a neighborhood that balanced proximity to the university with the necessary security for someone carrying the Hunter crest. You vividly remember that phone call. He was shouting so loudly on the other end of the line that the audio distorted; at the time, the relief that he was alive outweighed the shock of the news. That exam was a meat grinder, and his survival seemed like a statistical miracle.
Now, the silence of the apartment is interrupted only by the constant sound of cars down below and the muffled noise coming from the "office." The room, once a guest bedroom, has been overtaken by an architecture of chaos.
You walk down the hallway and stop in front of the ajar door. The air inside is heavy, impregnated with the smell of reheated coffee and the aged paper of the anatomy books he carries everywhere. You knock lightly on the wooden door.
— Leorio? Can I come in? I made another cup of coffee for you.
There is a pause of a few seconds. The sound of a rolling chair dragging against the wooden floor precedes a response.
— Come in, dear!
His voice sounds raspy, heavy with the weariness of someone who hasn't slept in over thirty hours. You push the door open and enter.
The scene is predictable. Leorio is hunched over an oak desk that barely supports the weight of the disorder. Piles of human anatomy books form unstable towers next to uncapped highlighters and dozens of post-its stuck directly onto the surface of the desk, the wall, and even the edge of the monitor. Cups of cold coffee, some with sugar residue at the bottom, are scattered at every possible angle.
Leorio has his tie loosened, his sunglasses tossed over a pile of fake imaging exams he uses to practice diagnostics. He maintains the posture of a stubborn student, but the crease between his eyebrows betrays the exhaustion he tries to hide with his characteristic stubbornness. For him, every page turned is a step toward fulfilling the promise he made to himself and to Pietro, and the environment around him is the exact reflection of that obsession: a temple built with effort, disorder, and the weight of medicine.
He lifts his face, his eyes red and focused on a fixed point, and tries to force a tired smile as soon as he notices the steaming cup in your hands.
— You're an angel — he murmurs, reaching out to take the coffee before you even get close. — I swear, if I have to read one more paragraph about renal vascularization, my brain is going to collapse.
You furrow your brows, observing the tension in his shoulders, which seem locked at an uncomfortable angle. You move closer, ignoring the pile of papers you almost knock over as you pass, and plant a slow kiss on his cheek, feeling the stubble of his unshaven beard.
— Leorio, look at yourself — you say, your voice firm yet gentle. — Pietro would be proud of your dedication, but he wouldn't want to see you destroying yourself like this. You’re a doctor, not a machine. Take a breath.
The comment hits him exactly where he keeps his motivation, but also where he hides his vulnerability. His cheeks immediately flush a shade of red, not from shame, but from the intensity of his gratitude and the weight of those words spoken with such sincerity. He releases the breath he had been holding for minutes, abandons his rigid posture, and brings his hands to your face, holding it firmly. He presses his lips to yours in a brief but affectionate kiss. The taste of the strong, bitter coffee from the countless cups earlier fills your palate, like an intense, almost overwhelming coffee candy, which makes you let out a muffled laugh against his mouth.
You take advantage of the opening, shut the thick anatomy book with a sharp thud on the desk, and take the pen from his hand before he can protest.
— You’re too wound up, my dear. Let's de-stress a little — you declare, moving around the desk.
He tries to open his mouth to complain, still attempting to maintain the authority of someone who needs to master the material, but you are already adjusting the speaker.
— But this is your favorite song! — you retort, laughing as you adjust the volume. — I remember perfectly when I first showed it to you, back in the beginning. You hadn't even started medical school yet, but you already talked about being a doctor as if it were the only thing that mattered in the world. This song is so you.
The first chord begins to echo through the room, filling the tense silence with an upbeat rhythm.
“I wanna be a billionaire so fucking bad / Buy all of the things I never had / I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine / Smilin' next to Oprah and the Queen.”
Leorio leans back in his chair, his resistance crumbling along with his serious posture. He lets out a small laugh of surrender, letting his head fall back as the melody envelops the room. The stress of Yorknew and the pressure of the exams seem, for the first time in hours, to fade into the background. He crosses his arms behind his head, watching you with a contained smile, letting the lyrics of the song dictate the rhythm of that necessary break.
The beat of Billionaire echoed off the apartment walls, transforming the "office" into something much lighter than the dungeon of studies it had been just minutes ago. As Travie McCoy’s voice led the rhythm, you noticed his movements. Leorio kept his body seated, but he wasn't still. He bobbed his head, his fingers drumming frantically on the synthetic leather cover of the anatomy book, and the muffled sound of his voice accompanied the lyrics, a low hum that blended into the music.
“Oh, every time I close my eyes / I see my name in shiny lights, yeah.”
You moved through the small free space between the desk and the bookshelf, letting your body follow the cadence. You saw the exact moment when Leorio’s "respectable future doctor" posture cracked for good. He let out a short laugh, a genuine sound that disarmed any attempt at seriousness, and tossed the pen he was still holding onto the desk, giving up on any academic obligations for that night.
When the chorus returned, he couldn’t contain himself. Leorio stood up in a quick motion, the chair being pushed back and hitting the wall with a dull thud that he solemnly ignored. He pulled you to the center of the room, wrapping his arms around your waist and spinning you around amidst the books scattered on the rug.
— A different city every night, oh, I swear! — he belted out, his voice raspy from exhaustion but with a power that didn't exist in his textbooks. He pointed at the ceiling, his index finger firm, as if he were signing a contract with destiny itself, reaffirming every word of the lyrics to the apartment walls.
You laughed out loud, feeling his energy transfer to you. Without hesitation, you followed the chorus with the same intensity, singing loud enough to compete with the speakers:
— The world better prepare for when I'm a billionaire! — your voices merged in an awkward yet lively unison.
As he spun you around the space, lightly kicking aside a few papers in the way, the weight of the Hunter world and the pressure of medical school evaporated. There, in that messy circle, there was no Hunter in search of adventure or student in search of approval. There was only Leorio, the man you loved so much and chose to be with every single day, despite his short temper and being a bit of a pervert at times, with his glasses crooked on his face and an open, almost childlike smile, projecting a future where extravagance would be the measure of his success. For a moment, the apartment you shared was no longer just a place to live; it was the stage where he rehearsed the man he intended to become, and he was with the perfect companion who supported him and promised from the bottom of her heart that their lives would be much better from now on.
The music ended with the last chord echoing off the walls, leaving behind only your heavy breathing and the sudden silence of the apartment. Leorio still kept one hand on your waist, the other arm extended, as if he were still holding an invisible microphone. Sweat glistened lightly on his forehead, and his glasses had slipped down the bridge of his nose.
He let out a low, awkward laugh as he settled down beside you. The rapid beating of your hearts began to slow, giving way to a comfortable calm. Leorio brought his hand to your face, brushing aside a strand of hair that had fallen over your eyes. His gaze, once fixed on formulas and diagnoses, was now resting entirely on you, stripped of all pretense.
— You know... — he began, his voice still a bit raspy, but incredibly soft. — I spend most of my time making calculations, worrying about tuition bills, the countless books I have to buy all year long, the equipment I need, and how much I need to save for the upcoming semesters. But when we do these silly things and I see you laughing like this... it feels like the bank account doesn't matter so much. With you here, I already feel like the richest guy in the world.
You felt your chest warm with a tenderness that went beyond any words. Your eyes shone as you held his gaze, a light and sincere smile forming on your lips.
— You don't have to wait until you're a successful doctor to have everything that matters, Leorio. You already have a plan, a Hunter license, and a heart bigger than anyone else's. And from what I see here, you have me. To me, that’s worth much more than any cover of Forbes.
Leorio let out a sigh of relief, as if your words had finally dissipated the last shadow of academic tension. He nodded slowly, resting his forehead against yours.
— Yeah... I think you're right. My anatomy books aren't going to run away if I take a few hours off.
He pulled back slightly, recovering that mischievous and determined glint in his eyes, typical of the Leorio who doesn't take "no" for an answer.
— You know what? I’m done with cold coffee and paper. Let’s go out. I know a pasta place in the business district that’s a bit pricey, but they have a wine I’ve been dying to try for weeks. Tonight, we’re going to forget about the savings and eat like we’re, well... you know.
You laughed, nodding in agreement, while he already started searching for his jacket, tossed in some corner of the office. The pile of books remained there, untouched, but for the first time that week, the silence of the apartment opened an invitation to rest. Yorknew City continued to vibrate outside, but within those walls, Leorio Paradinight's future was finally taking on the exact shape he had always wanted.
"stay here," you whispered, tilting his chin up so his empty, hollow eyes had to look at you. "let me keep you safe forever."
fandom: hunter x hunter (hxh)
pairing: leorio paladiknight x gn!reader
word count: 1,500 words
genre & warnings: dark fic, psychological horror, toxic dynamics, heavy angst, descriptions of physical injury, and canon-typical grief/trauma (pietro mention).
notes: written exclusively for @midnightking24 thank you so much for the amazing prompt. 🖤 the pacing on this is intentionally fast and structured like a fever dream to reflect leorio's disorientation. reblogs are always appreciated. do not copy or repost on other platforms.
Inside the lamp was just gold. Endless gold, heavy silk, and thick, spiced smoke that made the back of his throat scratchy if he breathed too fast, and Leorio was face-down in violet cushions that felt impossibly deep, totally plush. He held a gold cup, watching the wine inside rise back up to the brim the second his lips left the glass. He used to fight for stale bread crusts on freezing cobblestones. This felt fake. A dream.
His street rags vanished. No warning. Just a weird, tingling chill across his skin, and suddenly he was wearing a sleeveless vest and loose pants that slid against his waist, so he blinked and looked down at his legs.
Barefoot.
He pressed his soles into the rug. It was thick. Warm. His toes sank completely into the fibers, and a breathless, stupid laugh escaped his throat. No worn-out leather pinching his heels anymore. No holes in his soles.
You dropped down from the smoke, floating just an inch off the floor before kneeling by his chair, and you didn't say anything at first while your hands just found his shoulders, thumbs pressing hard into the rigid knots in his neck.
"Wine good?" you mumbled, your voice dropping low, right into his ear.
Leorio let out a ragged sigh, his head rolling back against your leg because he was just so tired. "Man... you weren't kidding. I asked for a taste of luxury and you built a whole kingdom. I could get used to this."
You leaned down. Your breath brushed his cheek. "You fought hard out there, Leorio. The world's been a piece of work to you. Why shouldn't you just sit back? Forget the rest of it. Let me handle things."
He closed his eyes, his skin totally flushed from the alcohol and the heavy, suffocating warmth of the room until his shoulders went completely slack.
The next morning—or whatever it was in a room where the sky never changed—you brought out the tables. White stone. Cold. You waved a hand and rows of illusionary patients appeared, their chests rising and falling, fake injuries painted across their skin, and then you slid a silver scalpel into his palm.
Leorio scrambled up from the cushions, his bare feet sliding across the gold floor as he rushed over. "Are these... for me? To practice on?"
"Sure, master," you said, watching him from the shadows. "You wanted to learn. No one dies here. Practice until your hands stop shaking."
He worked for hours. Sweating. He bandaged fake lacerations, tracked fake pulses, and stitched perfect, neat lines into the illusionary flesh, and he looked so alive with a huge grin breaking across his face as he wiped his brow with the back of his forearm. "Look at that. I did it. I'm actually gonna make it out there."
You just watched. Let him believe it.
Weeks blurred, maybe months, because there weren't any clocks, just an endless loop of rich food, music, and your hands constantly on his shoulders, keeping him soft. But the fog in Leorio's head finally started to clear up, and a sudden, sharp spike of guilt hit his stomach while he sat straight up on the velvet, staring at the glittering piles of coins in the corner. They looked like a trap now.
"Hey," Leorio said. His voice was gravelly. He stood up, bare feet flat on the rug, clearing his throat hard to shake off the lazy daze. "Listen. This has been insane. Seriously, you've been great to me. But... I gotta go back to the real world. I can't stay here forever."
You stopped moving, your back turned to him, and for a split second your face went totally blank with your eyes turning dead and ancient in the dim light before you turned around and that warm smile snapped right back into place.
"Go back?" you asked, tilting your head. "Why? Something wrong with the room?"
"No, no, it's not that!" he waved his hands, frantic. "It's my dream. I need to study. I have to become a doctor so I can help people who are actually hurting out there. I can't do that sitting on pillows. Open the door."
Your eyes glowed with something dark behind the candlelight. "Of course, master," you whispered, bowing your head just a little too low, and you flicked your wrist until a tall, jagged tear of purple smoke ripped open right in the middle of the gold room, showing a tiny glimpse of gray daylight on the other side.
Leorio exhaled, his shoulders dropping. "Thanks. See ya." He turned and stepped right through.
Cold rain hit him like gravel.
The sky was a bruised, ugly purple. The air smelled like wet copper and rotting garbage, and Leorio gasped, spinning around to go back, but the smoke was gone, completely sealed, and he was standing in a warped, rotting version of his old city square.
"Look at the street rat!" someone yelled from the dark.
Leorio turned, heart slamming against his ribs, and the townsfolk were crowding him with their faces all blurry and stretched out into wide, distorted grins with too many teeth. "A beggar in silk! Look at him! You're nothing! You'll always be filth!"
"Get him out of here!"
Heavy iron boots crunched on the stone behind him. Giant, faceless guards emerged from the fog. Before Leorio could even put his arms up, a heavy iron rod slammed right into his ribs.
Crack.
He choked, collapsing hard onto the wet cobblestones, and the sharp, icy rocks cut his bare soles open instantly. He tried to scramble away in the mud, but a heavy boot kicked him squarely in the teeth, knocking the wind out of him, so he crawled through the filth, spitting blood, yelling into the rain for someone to help—but the crowd just laughed louder.
He dragged his broken body out of the square, slipping into a narrow, dark alley because he just needed to hide, he needed to wake up.
The alley wasn't empty.
In the furthest corner, lying on a heap of soaking, rotten straw, was a small boy.
Leorio’s breath caught, and his blood went entirely cold. "No... no, please."
Pietro.
His childhood friend was white as a sheet, skin slick with fever sweat, his chest hitching in small, ragged gasps, and it was the exact night the sickness took him, all over again.
"Leorio...?" Pietro choked out. His hand trembled in the mud. "It hurts... help me..."
"Pietro!" Leorio shrieked, and he threw himself into the dirt beside the boy, completely forgetting his own cracked ribs while he frantically grabbed at his waist, but his medical bag wasn't there, his hands were totally empty, and his mind went completely blank. "I'm here! I've got you! I'm gonna save you this time, I swear to God! just breathe!"
Nothing worked. He was useless. He had to sit there in the freezing rain and watch Pietro’s eyes roll back, and the boy's chest went dead still until his small, cold hand went completely limp in Leorio’s grip.
"NO! WAKE UP! PIETRO, PLEASE!" Leorio screamed, slamming his bloody fists into the mud, and his head felt like it was splitting open under the weight of it.
"I told you, master," a dry, quiet voice whispered right against his ear.
The alley vanished. The rain stopped. The smell of rot turned back into spiced incense.
Leorio gasped, his eyes flying open, and he was flat on the velvet floor of the lamp while his ribs didn't hurt anymore and his skin was clean, but his chest was heaving, big, ugly tears spilling over his cheeks as he curled into a tight, shaking ball on the rug, sobbing so hard he choked.
You knelt right next to him. Your arms went around his shoulders, lifting his dead weight up against your chest, and your fingers slid through his hair, rocking him slowly in the quiet room while he buried his face into your vest, weeping into the silk.
"The outside world is mean, Leorio," you murmured, your voice hitting that soft, rhythmic hum that always made him drowsy. "They beat you. They mock your dreams. They take everyone you try to save. Why go back out there just to break?"
"I... I couldn't do anything..." Leorio choked out, his fingers twisting into your clothes, holding on like a drowning man. "I couldn't save him... I'm too weak..."
"I know," you cooed, your grip tightening around his back, because you had him now and his walls were completely gone. "But you don't have to deal with them anymore. Out there, you're just a target. In here, with me? You're a king. No more pain."
Leorio’s breath shuddered, and the thought of stepping back through that smoky door made his stomach turn over with pure, paralyzing dread, so his ambition, his books, his dream of becoming a doctor—it was all gone, crushed under the memory of that wet alleyway.
You reached into your vest and pulled out a small gold key, letting it dangle right between his eyes, and it spun slowly, catching the light.
"You still have wishes left, Leorio," you whispered, your lips brushing the shell of his ear. "You can wish to leave. You can go try again. Or... you can use your last wish to give the lamp to me. Lock the door. Let me handle things."
Leorio stared at the key and then at his shaking, pale hands, because he didn't want to choose anymore, he didn't want freedom if it meant watching people die in the mud.
"Stay here," you whispered, tilting his chin up so his empty, hollow eyes had to look at you. "Let me keep you safe forever. Give it up, Leorio. Let me be the master."
Leorio looked at your face, and the last bit of fire in him just went out, his whole body going completely limp against you, totally defeated.
"Okay," he whispered, and you could barely hear him over the incense smoke. "I'll stay. Just... don't make me go back out there."
You smiled, and it was beautiful and totally terrifying all at once while the thick golden smoke rose up from the floor, heavy and warm, wrapping around both of you until the room disappeared entirely.
Characters include: Leorio Paradinight x three random men.
Summary: Leorio decided to try out a new bath house, while he was there, he made some friends. They started drinking, on thing lead to another and he got influenced to do some stuff with them.
Request from @midnightking24, hope you like it!!
Leorio had been so stressed recently, so he decided to go to a nearby bathhouse and try to cool his nerves. When he got there, he signed in and went to the locker room, when he got in there, there was already three other men getting undressed. He glanced at them, their toned abs and thighs, their flaccid cocks hanging there as they joked and laughed with each other, one of them catches him staring and smirks at him. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He immediately looks away, continuing to undress.
Once they were all undressed and had a small towel around their waist, Leorio doesn’t really know where to go, so he decided to follow them from a distance and get into the spring that they do. All three men take off their towels and get into the hot spring, then he walked over. “Um…hello, I am Leorio and I wanted to know if I may join you?” The men look up at him, then glance at each other as if making a telepathic unanimous decision, before nodding up at him. He slowly took off his towel and stepped in, sitting beside one of the men. “Want a drink?” One of the men ask, holding up a glass of shochu, Leorio hesitated for a moment, before taking the glass and sipping at it. All the men continue there chatter and laughter, downing shot after shot, but only getting just slightly tipsy, Leorio on the other hand was already almost wasted just from that glass, he wasn’t used to drinking so even just this little bit was effecting him. The men noticed how his eyes were getting a little droopy and he looked a little bit more than just tipsy, one of the men decided to take this as an opportunity. “Hey, new guy, we have this tradition here.” Leorio looked up at him, hiccuping and then nodding along, though he didn’t necessarily understand what he said. The men laugh and one grabs Leorio’s arm, pulling him into his lap and groping at his chest. “Ohh we got a good one here, fellas.” He chuckles, hands moving down and groping at Leorio’s soft cock. “Hey, get the chastity out.” He ordered one of the men, holding out his hand and a second later he was holding a small, purple chastity.
“Wh-what’s that?” Leorio slurred out, one of the men pulling his balls, then his soft cock through the tiny plastic pocket, then locking it and throwing the key into some bushes. He flicks his cock, making Leorio whimper, the men laugh at him, one grabbing his arm and pulling him over to him. He stands up in the hot spring, hooking his arms under Leorio’s and kicking his feet apart and leaning him forward so his back was arched. Leorio let him do it, he couldn’t really fight it anyway, the man grabbed his own cock, slapping it against Leorio’s ass and sliding his tip over his hole, before slowly sliding in, groans falling from his lips as Leorio’s thick ass envelops his cock, the two other men sit and watch, jerking themselves off like it was some live porn. After he felt Leorio’s hole loosen up a bit, he started a faster pace, his balls smacking against Leorio’s smaller, aching balls, precum dripping from Leorio’s swollen, caged tip as his head hangs, one of them men stands up, grabbing the back of Leorio’s head and shoving him down so he’s level with his cock, he grabs his chin and forcefully opens his mouth, shoving his cock into his mouth and down his throat, making Leorio gag. “Good cock sucker, there you go.” Hey coos at him, holding his throat as he slides his cock in and out of his throat. His ass still being used, his whole probably pink and swollen from the abuse of a thick cock being bullied in and out of him, his cock aching and almost breaking from its restraint with how hard he was, his tip dribbling precum uncontrollably. “Fuck…m’gonna fill this fat ass, fuck!” He delivers a sharp slap to Leorio’s ass, gripping his cheeks and spreading them so he can see how his cock disappears inside his hole, his mouth still being stuffed full of cock. And just a few strokes later, he’s already filling his hole with a hot, thick load that he could feel all the way in his guts, and the cock in his mouth following right along, halting deep in his throat as his sperm spills all the way down his throat pipe, and Leorio just can’t help but cum with them, little spurts of cum spraying outta his little red tip, while the third man is seen cumming all over his beefy abs at the scene in front of him.
After they cleaned themselves up and Leorio as well, they sat back down in the hot spring, Leorio next to them as he finally started to come to again. “Mm…my favorite tradition.” The chuckled, hopefully Leorio would be coming back soon.
a/n: another offering for my dry blog... i haven't forgotten about it, i promise...
“You know I'm not one to complain, but-”
“So don't,” you say, scowling in his lap.
For the last twenty minutes or so, Leorio has had you in this state — biting your lip, grinding on his erection — yet unlike his usual self (where did that version of him go? You miss the times he'd jump at the chance to touch you), he's annoyingly adamant on hitting his daily quota of revision.
Revision!
His final isn't even till next week and, let’s be real, how much of this information is getting into his head anyway, with your crotch pressing so snuggly against his? Fuck. You're so sexually frustrated that it isn't even funny anymore.
And he has the gall to run his free hand up your hip, stroking along the column of your stomach before adjusting his glasses and refocusing on his notes. Fuck. He looks so good in those. And you can already feel your body reacting, growing warmer by the second.
“Leorio,” you grit out, taking in a strained whiff of his body gel, “how much longer.”
His dick twitches in his pants, and from your current sitting position, you feel all of it.
“Just a bit more. I promise.” Leorio exhales softly, kissing your neck in what was probably meant to be a soothing gesture of his concession, but all it does is rile you up.
Angling your neck, you turn to look at his work. His pen hadn't stopped moving even before you got to his dorm, and even with the blatant desire physically manifesting as a tent in his pants, he's so… so…
Charming.
God. You scowl to yourself, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder. You've really got it bad for him.
Leorio’s casual denial of your pleasure only turns you on more. It isn't malicious in nature, just well-intentioned — for him more than you, but you've always found his drive admirable; you simply can't find it in yourself to fault him for his resolve even when you're shifting uncomfortably on his lap, your core aching for more.
At least you know he isn't completely unaffected. If you hadn't felt his erection straining against the hard denim of his jeans and seen the bright red of his cheeks, you'd almost be fooled by his adamancy in not touching you where you need him.
It hardly comes as a surprise when Leorio drops his pen on the desk with a clatter, composure flung out the window as he grabs your hips with both hands.
Wasting no time, he attacks your lips with his, panting into your mouth like a dog in heat. You aren't much better either, tangling your tongues together as saliva mixes obscenely.
“How,” Leorio starts, pulling away reluctantly, “how much much do you want this?”
Your face darkens. The nerve of him to stop his ministrations just to ask such a thing. Your expression must've given Leorio all the confirmation he needed, because he chuckles to himself, shaking his head. Then he moves to adjust your body to give himself space to undress.
His cock springs out of his boxers, thick and leaking with precum. You lick your lips absentmindedly. On a normal day, you would be more than happy to have your mouth full of him. But now, it's obvious that neither of you are willing to drag this on any further.
Leorio impatiently tugs your underwear down. He pauses to marvel at the slick that's gathered there, but quickly collects himself.
Your breath hitches when he drags a finger across your slit, then two, and you can't help but let a soft moan out as he finally slips both fingers inside, pumping at a languid pace.
“I can't believe how wet you are,” Leorio whispers, his bewilderment beyond endearing in the heat of the moment.
“Well, what did you expect?” you huff, legs trembling from the hard-earned relief. You don't have it in you to be embarrassed at how painfully honest your body is, since you know Leorio himself isn't faring much better. Plus, you're incredibly aroused. You have much more important things to be focusing on.
Like Leorio's cock, hard and aching and so close to your hole.
Judging from the way Leorio pulls his fingers out of you after only a few minutes, you're guessing he feels the same.
“I'm going to put it in now, okay?”
You nod almost immediately. The desperation in Leorio's voice, and the way he looks at you with those blown-out pupils, is almost too much to bear.
When he guides your hips downwards, you let him. The feeling of finally sinking onto his hard, throbbing cock nearly sends tears into your eyes. You feel every inch being driven into you as you take him to the hilt.
Leorio sucks in a strained breath, his grip on your hips tightening. He looks like he's almost to blow any second now.
Without needing any prompting, you begin to move. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you use his sturdy shoulders as leverage as you ride him. Your weakened legs don't allow for any big actions, but Leorio doesn't share the same issue.
Still holding onto your hips, he takes control of your grinding motion. As he does so, he thrusts up into you, each one harder than the last. The sweet sounds spilling out of your lips and the wet squelch of your bodies meeting only spur him on further.
“Fuck… fuck!” Leorio grunts, moving his hands to wrap around your waist. He pulls your body even closer, your chest meeting his. His hips never pause in their movements. His lips are almost on yours. Leorio pants hotly into your mouth, a groan escaping his lips.
A hand slips down to your clit, working you in time with his thrusts. It feels so, so good. Your mind goes blank.
“You close, baby?” Leorio asks, voice raspy. You nod, words eluding you. Leorio seems pleased. “Yeah, me too. Where, ah, where do you want it?”
“I-inside,” you speak up, your voice trembling. Risks be damned, nothing sounds more right than that in this moment. “I want you to, haa, cum inside me.”
Leorio lets out another groan, biting down on his lip.
“Fuck, baby…”
Thrusting wildly into you, Leorio pulls your head down into a heated kiss as his thumb expertly circles your clit.
You feel your climax rapidly approaching. Leorio notices, and keeps his ministrations consistent.
All you can manage out is a cry of pleasure as the wave of your orgasm washes over you, the sensation making your eyes roll back into your head. Leorio doesn't stop moving.
Leorio lets out a muffled swear, feeling your hole squeeze around him with the intensity of your climax. He's barely holding on. Once your orgasm begins to subside, he stops holding back.
Thick ropes of cum shoot into you. Another red-hot flash of lust shoots into your head as Leorio continues rocking his hips, drawing out his own orgasm.
He collapses on top of you — for only a moment. Leorio's careful to not put his entire body weight on you. He props himself up on his elbows and smiles. Then he leans down to place a quick peck on your lips.
“Let me stay like this for a while,” he murmurs into your hair, exhaling. Your heartbeat begins to slow to a steady calm.
Based on hxh, can you write a oneshot featuring Leorio and a woman reader in an Aladdin au please? I imagine Leorio as a street rat who disguises himself as a prince to enter the palace and spend time eith the princess. While there, he learns more about the princess and her personal wishes while the princess starts to recognize the prince. What do you think?
Under The Covers
Leorio was never a real prince, but everyone mistook him as one.
He looked similar to one, almost like an odd twin.
One day, he stole some jewelries and was running to his poor, ugly place when he was snickering:
"That seller was so stupid !"
He wears the jewelries, all proud, when he sees guards coming towards him, he panics, thinking they caught him and started his prayers and wondering if he will go to heaven or hell.
But, they took him gently and just said :
"Welcome, prince of Sumeyyah, did you enjoy the visit to our land ? We hope so, our king is waiting for you at our palace"
He immediately wanted to jump and say that it was not him, but, a palace life? He's definitely not complaining.
As he enters the luxurious, golden palace, full of palm trees and a refreshing vanilla scent.
Here he was, infront of Sultan Hamed Bobolonius II of Agrabah himself.
He was kind of trembling, but took a breath and spoke :
"Hello dear Sultan, I have come back from my...excellentiness adventure.?" as he tried to imitate a "polite" version of english thinking he mastered it
The sultan just nods, Leorio thinks:
"Thats it? No complicated speech ? Nothing ?"
Leorio pretends to walk to his guest room but in reality, he didn't even know where it was. He stops in a middle of an empty corridor and puts on white robes with sheets so people believe that he is actually a visiting prince. While wandering around the palace and almost breaking multiple secret passages buttons, he goes outside to the garden and found y/n, she was sitting under a palm tree, reading a book, Leorio's heart rate beat faster. Y/n noticed him and thought:
"Why is he looking at me in such an idiotic way ? Hm, he is kind of charming though"
Leorio went talking to her:
"Hey !! .....(he thinks)shit what is her name..."
"It's Y/n, I know you are not the prince of Sumeyyah, but you look kind of attractive so I don't care."
"So, you're a princess, what are you doing in the garden reading ? Why don't you just, travel ? There's Dubai, China, New Yor-"
"My parents don't let me go anywhere outside."
"Wait what? Not even groceries ?"
"Man, we're rich... We have servants for that..."
"Right, rich nepo babies.."
"Excuse me?!"
"NOTHING"
"Right."
"Don't you wanna go out sometimes ?"
"I have parents."
"You are not your parents possessions."
The princess pauses and thinks
"I've already tried...but they always catch me.."
"WELL WE CAN ESCAPE TOGETHER! AND I DON'T WANNA LIVE IN THIS LIFE OF NEPO BABIES IM ALREADY LOST IN YOUR SYSTEM AND PALACE"
"Calm down ! Oh wait, I forgot, my name is Y/n"
"Mine is Leorio, can we escape now?"
"Listen Leorio, it's not easy in here, they have alot of traps and stuff in this palace, you gotta get used to it."
"We can still bypass it?"
Y/n smirks
"Hell yeah !"
The princess closed her book and put it on a table nearby, then wiped her dress covered in sand and said
"Aight, If we wanna get out, we gotta do it properly, one mistake and it's over."
"Alright, alright"
Then Leorio's eyes widen as he looked at the doors
"The guards left ?? This is so easy let's go !"
"Leorio, there's traps on the way so let's be careful"
They carefully walked through the way until the door when in middle of it, Leorio hears a click under his feet when he stepped on a tile
"Oh no, no, no-"
Then the tile dissapeared and Leorio and y/n fell together in a nowhere hole
"Leorio, never step on tiles with lotus drawings on it"
"AND ALWAYS WARN ME GOSH"
"Now, we have to wait for the guards to receive that we escaped and they'll pick us up there"
"ARE YOU CRAZY? THEY'LL CATCH US SO EASILY THEY AREN'T SUPPOSED TO KNOW ? GOSH NOW THAT IM ALMOST GONNA DIE IMMA CONFESS I STOLE ALL THAT JEWELRY"
"WHAT? Oh my gosh a fake prince and a thief now ughh"
Then y/n thinks of her favorite movie, Tangled.
She braids her long hair and yeets it towards the top as she waits for Leorio to climb it.
Leorio was just blushing at the sight of seeing her with braided hair and how she looked so hot with it but y/n yells:
"HURRY UP!"
He quickly climbs her hair as he picks her up to the top when he made it
Y/n wipes again her dress from dust as she turns to Leorio saying:
"Run."
They both run, no questions, no double thinking.
Meanwhile, the Sultan goes to see the tile, excepting the princess to be in there but mutters to himself :
"No one ? This signal must be broken..." As he walks back to his throne
Y/n an Leorio hiding in the wall near the Sultan sighed of relief, the Sultan bought the lie.
"You're lucky, thief boy."
"Our escape plan failed my lady, we gotta make another one tomorrow"
Y/n nods of agreement and they go to rest.
Early in the morning, when Leorio and y/n were still asleep, the Sultan receives a letter from the Sultan of Sumeyyah, the Sultan thinks that it's probably asking news of his son, he opens the letter and reads that specific line that catched his eye :
"I must inform you that, my son, Sabli Abbad, will visit your kingdom next week."
The Sultan was confused, wasn't his son already in it ? Then he immediately clocks it.
Later that day, Leorio was infront of the Sultan, the Sultan talking about how he exposed him, then the Sultan asks him a question :
"What is your name ?"
Leorio, dumbfounded, replies
"I am the prince of Sumeyyah."
The Sultan scoffs and replies
"Your real name."
Leorio's heart dropped, he was shaking, so was the princess stalking the scene from far away.
"Uhh..Sumeyyah ?"
The Sultan immediately reacts and orders his guards :
"Send him at the border of the country."
When he was walking towards the door, watched by guards, y/n ran to him, in tears
"What would I become without you... We promised to escape together.."
Her nose was red as she hugged Leorio very tightly, Leorio was also devastated, but, he suddenly lifts his white robe up and hides y/n under it.
Y/n didn't even have time to ask questions or protest as he ran on top of the camel, the city lights of Agrabah lighting in the distance. Since Leorio's robe was a little see through, y/n was in love with her own kingdom, the palms, the thin sand, the fresh scent of vanilla mixed with the scent of spices nearby, the laugh of children playing red light green light. Everything, when they arrived at the border, Leorio quickly ran outside of the country holding y/n in his arms as they both laughed in joy, genuine joy and loving the feeling of being free.
They were now in the kingdom of Sumeyyah as y/n snickers
"Since your 'the prince' show us around YOUR kingdom"they both laugh but Leorio asks
"Where we going ?"
Y/n grinned.
“Anywhere they don’t want us to be.”
And for once, Leorio didn't have to pretend to feel happy
