#( Leon || answered )

[egophiliac]

LEON

LEON YOUR EYEBALLS

[fashion4standusers]

For anyone wondering how they would make combat moves for ASBR Abbacchio. His GHA is literally the kicking meme

Also he said it. The thing

[barcaatthemoon]

would you write “we should skinny dip.” for mapi x ingrid x r while they are on vacation?

girls gone wild || ingrid engen x mapi leon x reader ||

the night air was much warmer than you had anticipated. ingrid seemed to be feeling the same as you. mapi lounged on a towel by the little campfire you had built in her bikini. the three of you had gone swimming earlier in the day and mapi simply had never changed out of her bathing suit.

"it's so hot, i think i might have to go back inside," you groaned. it was such a nice night out that you didn't want to waste a moment of it. your vacation would be ending soon, and then you'd be forced back into the swing of things.

"stay, we can swim again," mapi suggested. you scoffed a that. it was a good idea, but if you went back to the hotel, you were staying there.

"what about our bathing suits, maria?" ingrid asked. mapi sat up and pulled the string on her bikini top.

"we should skinny dip. people do let loose on vacations, not that anybody is out here to see us." mapi sat forward, leaning towards you just a bit more. you were easier to sway than ingrid was, especially on something like this. you hated to admit it, but you didn't really need any swaying.

"why not? we can stay where it's not too deep," you said as you stood. mapi clapped and cheered as you stripped down to your underwear. she was in the middle of helping you when both of you heard ingrid begin muttering to herself in norwegian. you turned your head first and were greeted with the sight of ingrid pushing her shorts down her legs.

"i'll kill you both if we get caught."

"and we will die happy mi amor." mapi smiled, not even deterred when ingrid slapped her arm.

[crimsonbubble]

pervy rookie leon with an affinity for tits, size don't matter to him !

cw. nsfw, gn!reader with tiddies, nipple play, slight sub leon, marking, vague power dynamics, *not proofread, just pure horny

[i got a bit carried away]

Good lord, he’s helpless

You’re his superior

He shouldn’t be perving on you like this

But you haven’t acknowledged it or done anything to hide it

Poor boy can’t help but let his eyes wander a bit

Watching how your tits bounce and jiggle with your movements

How your clothes fit around them so nicely

On warmer days, he loves seeing your pretty tits when you’re wearing a tight fit t-shirt or tank top from under your uniform

When he has you to himself? His lips are latched onto your chest

Kissing and nipping soft reds into your skin

His tongue suckling and swirling around your nipples

Peering up at you through soft lashes as he presses more kisses to your skin

Kissing up to your neck while his fingers pinch and pull at your nipples

Leon wanting nothing more than to touch your tits, have his mouth on your nipples while you play with his drooly and sensitive cock

He wants to cum on your tits

Coating your pretty skin with a white mess

[chanif-art]

Just image Yandere Leon’s reaction to getting a video like this from his S/O(Us)

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CyJGegJgFrP/?igsh=bmloNTBwejF1MHQ0

You think the tiger is cute, you said Leon looked like the tiger.

Tiger = Leon = Cute

Leon = Cute

buymeacoffee

[yukkue]

🐾 Leon

self explanatory

[captainfairygodmother]

You know what I really love that should be explored in even more Merlin fanfics?

Immortal Leon. Like, you've just got Merlin over there sulking about while he waits for Arthur to return. Then there's just Leon, living his best immortal life, doing the most randomest shit known to mankind

[dollfacefantasy]

heyyy! i read your recent fics and they’re so so so good! Absolutely need more of daddy leon maybe with a bulge kink!

thank you thank you <33

and that's so real. i like to think leon's bulge kink would come out when you guys are fucking slow. like not when he's being rough and like super dominant but when his thrusts are soft and he's being gentle. he's like kissing your face, thumb rubbing your cheek. and then he looks down and sees it. he can see the bulge from where he's inside you. he like coos at you "look down for me, baby. can you see that?"

and i imagine like you're kinda just in awe. like that's him. inside of you. you can see him moving, you can feel it. you nod and he does that condescending chuckle. coos at you again "'m so deep inside you. allll the way in your tummy. does it feel good, princess?"

and you nod yes again because um of course it does. he presses down on the little bulge, making you whine. his thrusts stay the same pace, but he aims to make them deeper as if that's physically possible.

[14dayswithyou]

Meowdy Saint! ^^

I’m here with a question!

Has Leon ever been in a romantic or fwbs relationship ever? If so could you give us some details👀

Much love!

Raven😊

✦゜ANSWERED: Leon has been in a few romantic relationships in the past (he can probably list them all on one hand), however, he has not had any FWB relationships!! He's more of the type to look for something serious when dating ^^

And while Leon has had Angel in the back of his mind for most of his life, I'd like to remind everyone once more that he's a grown man who no longer clings to all the childhood promises he made. He's definitely considered marrying Angel quite a few times because of it (and often got teased by his family), but Leon ultimately knows that it's no more than silly, wishful thinking — and that Angel has likely moved on during the years they spent apart.

But if Angel were to remind him about it though...

[konigbabe]

Neddy husband Leon?or Luis at morning

YES, but also; Why not both?

❥• NSFW below the cut (x gn!reader); divider is mine

NEEDY HUSBAND LEON who stumbles into the kitchen, still sleep-ridden with eyes barely open; chest exposed to the chilly morning air and pajamas barely holding onto his narrow hips. His back and arms still shows remnants of your night (and morning) activities. Only to see your sleepy form fumble with the kitchenware; ready to start preparing breakfast for both of you (it’s your turn now, he did it yesterday). His body is pressed against your back within a breath – all hard and solid – with lips sealed around that spot underneath your ear. Fingers slithering underneath the shirt, finding the wetness and his cum still slickening your hole. All ready to be used.

“What’re you doin’?” you ask; yet your legs – seemingly of their own accord – part wider to allow his touch to wander.

“Getting breakfast,” his voice still touched by slumber. Hair brushing against your cheek as he fishes his cock out, gives it a few tugs before feeling your walls suck him in eagerily. Breakfast long forgotten as your body surrenders to the gentle, lazy roll of his hips.

or;

NEEDY HUSBAND LUIS who refuses to release you from the embrace of your shared bed, even hours after waking up. Wide awake, he has your drowsy form pinned beneath his own – legs draped over his shoulders, the tension in your hamstrings mirrors the intensity of his languid yet fervent thrusts. Fingers locking around your wrists on either side of your head, buried in the softness of your pillows as he pivots into you.

With each drive of his hips, the slide of his cock sparks a sensation that dances through your being. Once-slumberous body awakens further, every slide and brush of his cock against your sensitive walls fanning the flames of arousal. Friction that causes your hips to instinctively rise to meet his, ankles locking over the curve of his neck.

“So tight, sweetheart,” his voice finds refuge in the curve of your clavicles. Licks a stripe up your neck until his teeth graze your chin, “and s’wet,” he continues, nipping at your jawline, “how lovely. And all for me, hmm?”

“All for you. All yours.”

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

some Leon fluff where maybe the reader is famous actress and is being discrete (trying to wearing a mask and a baseball cap) enjoying her day in public and bumps into him?

Alright, alright..

But what if we make it that Leon had no idea? 👀

(The title is a word play on Hollywood, you'll get it when you read the story, I promise)

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Holly-what?!🎬

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You needed to get out. The press tour had been dragging on for months now and the large amount of interviews and talk show attendances were starting to fry your brain.

You just needed a break to feel like a human again. No questions, no opinions, no fans. But being able to step a foot outside without being met by obnoxious paparazzi and their cameras or squealing fans. You loved them dearly, you did, but... you, too, had your limits.

You never expected to become this big, let alone work with a cast of such talented people. All you wanted was to do what you love, which, unfortunately, was acting. There were pros and cons to all things in life, but acting definitely tipped the scale into the negative side of things.

Sometimes, you missed the little theater you performed at, making good friends along the way and then going back to just being you again.

A curse and a blessing; two sides of the same coin.

With a breath, you stepped out into the city, keeping your head down. A cap sat on your a pair of sunglasses were pushed up onto your nose, a measly disguise, really, but you had to work with what you got.

You were craving for someone to look at you like a regular person and not like one whose face was plastered on every billboard in the area.

The more you walked, the more the tension faded from your drawn up shoulders. No one had talked to you yet, no flashing cameras in sight.

You were even as bold as letting yourself breathe for what felt like the first time in forever.

Your head was held higher now as you strutted through the bustling streets, perfectly content with just being ignored by everyone.

The weather was quite nice and you couldn't even remember when you enjoyed a simple walk like this. Securing yourself a refreshing drink from a little local cafe, you were on a mission to find a small botanical garden that was supposed to be lovely this time of year.

Your brows were furrowed as you desperately tried to make out which street you were on, the flyer that was starting to crease, not helping. You turned every which way and even looked for any signs, but you were unsuccessful.

Despite all your efforts, that stupid flyer was getting you nowhere. You had your nose buried in it, drink in the other hand as you just kept going straight ahead.

You'd end up somewhere eventually, right?

You did end up somewhere.

Running face first into what you thought was a wall, which turned out to be a tall man with the most gorgeous eyes you'd ever seen.

Your drink and the flyer were now splayed out on the floor and your cap was crooked on your head.

"Shit- are you okay?" He asked hurriedly, picking up the, now soaked, map and trying to salvage as much of your drink as possible.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good... are you okay?" You adjusted the cap, taking the flyer from him. He looked stressed to you, a crease between his brows.

"No, yeah, I just... had a long day, that's all." He chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. You hummed in acknowledgment.

"I'm sorry, I should've looked where I was going. The fault is mine." You apologized, holding onto the empty cup to dispose of it correctly once you spotted the next bin.

"Don't worry about it, no one was hurt." He smiled before his eyes widened at your empty drink.

"Sorry about your drink. I'll buy you a new one." He offered, although it came off more as a statement.

"Oh, no, please. You really don't have to." You chuckled, but he was already dragging you along with him.

"No, I insist. It's the least I can do." He said kindly, glancing at you with a small smile.

You were still so whiplashed from your run-in that you hadn't really registered that he seemingly hadn't recognized you.

He was treating you like he would any other person, and it made you crack a tiny smile.

"So..." he started, his hands shoved into his pockets as he led the way to the nearest place to get a drink, "judging by that god awful flyer, you're not from around here?"

You laughed at his true remark.

"No, I'm not. Just passing through." You hummed in response. He made a quiet sound of acknowledgment before there was a moment of silence between the both of you.

"Do you mind me asking what you were trying to find?" His question caught you off guard, your brows furrowing before they shot up again.

"Oh! I was trying to get to the botanical garden? The flyer said it's supposed to be lovely around this time." You smiled, trying to keep up with his pace.

Upon noticing your struggle, he subtly slowed down his waking speed.

"It is. I could... show you the way if you want?" His tone was surprisingly shy for someone like him.

"That'd be very nice....?" You slightly tilted your head, waiting for a name. His brows raised slightly.

"Oh, Leon. I'm Leon." He replied bashfully, a slight pink tint on his cheeks.

It made you smile, how such a strong and sort of intimidating man wasn't the best at social interactions.

You're doing great, buddy.

You gave him your name, your real name, without even thinking twice. Though, he still didn't seem to know who you were.

He hadn't even asked you about the odd cap and sunnies combo. A gentleman...

"Here we are." He announced, coming to a stop.

"I'll just get some drinks, and then I'll walk you to the garden. Sound good?"

"Sounds perfect, Leon." You smiled, watching him walk into the cafe.

You waved at him through the window, which he happily reciprocated with a smile.

What a sweetheart.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

The walk to the botanical garden had been simpler than you thought. So simple, in fact, that you now felt stupid.

"I can't believe I walked right past it!" You laughed, taking a sip of your beverage. Leon laughed, too, his blonde hair shining under the sun.

"In your defense, the entrance is a little hard to find if you don't know the city."

"Because there totally wasn't a huge sign plastered on the outside." You remarked, mentally face-palming yourself for missing such an obvious marker.

"Happens to the best of us." Leon smirked over the rim of his cup.

You grumbled a half-hearted fuck off with a smile.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

It was quite easy to stay in a conversion with him as you two walked along the winding paths lined by many different kinds of blooming flowers.

The air smelled sweet, and the buzzing of bees and other insects made up a delightful harmony that welcomed the summer.

You managed to spot some butterflies too admiring their colors and patterns as they fluttered from flower to flower.

Your drinks were now empty as you sat on a bench, sharing stories and laughing.

"Why all the.., you know?" Leon asked, loosely gesturing to your disguise.

You froze a little but quickly gathered yourself.

"I have... sensitive skin. And you know how harsh the sun can be. I have an event coming up, and I don't want to show up looking like a tomato." You chuckled.

"Fair point." He shrugged.

"What kind of event?"

You swallowed, feeling yourself sweat.

"Oh, just... a wedding. Yeah, a friend's wedding." You answered, followed by a tight-lipped smile.

"Oh, nice. Perfect weather." He hummed, absolutely not bothered by the obvious uncertainty and lack of confidence in your response.

You sat and chatted for a while until the sun slowly turned the sky into a beautiful painting of pink and purple.

But that's not what prompted you to leave. You didn't want to, in fact. It had been so nice to get away from everything.

Unfortunately, however, you caught the flash of a camera out of the corner of your eye.

Fucking paparazzi.

The flash slowly started to pick up as more and more people photographed you.

"Hey, Leon, do you have a pen?" You asked, shifting in your seat uncomfortably.

"Sure... why?" He questioned with a confused look, handing you the pen he'd pulled from inside his jacket.

You quickly took his arm and scribbled your number on his skin.

"Hey, what are you-"

"I had a lovely time, I really did. But I have to go now. Call me!" You rushed off, trying to make a discreet yet fast exit.

Leon was left dumbfounded sitting on that bench, wondering why the pretty girl he'd bumped into rushed off, followed by a mob of maniacs with flashing cameras.

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The next morning came faster than he wanted to, still hanging on to that feeling of sitting with you in that garden.

He was bummed out, unsurprisingly.

Leon had made sure to write down your number on something more permanent, lest he forget.

He was sipping his usual morning coffee in his favorite cafe while reading the newspaper.

When he turned over the next page, his eyes almost popped out of his hand, and he choked n his coffee when he spotted a picture that was all too familiar on the front page.

Imagine his surprise when he read the bold headline above the photo of the two of you sitting in the botanical garden;

BREAKING NEWS: Oscar nominated actress spotted with new boyfriend.

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I hope you liked it!! <3

More Leon here -> 💫

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Lkm if you want to be added! <3

[rhiannswork]

hear me out, when leon kisses you, he kisses you hard.

leon brainrot || mentions of taking advantage! sorry if these don’t make sense, i was half sleep, chick 😭😭

oh you’re absolutely right. leon won’t stop kissing you until you’re out of breath. even then while you’re trying to catch your breath, he’s kissing down your neck and to your collarbones. you have to stop him from reaching your chest sometimes.

“ok muah i love you!” and you just blow him a kiss or whatever cus you’re about to be late for work. you don’t think much of it until you come back a leon is practically waiting at that door like dog.

as soon as you open the door, he’s greeting you, taking your jacket off and lifting you up bridal style???

“leon! put me down you idiot!” and he just drops you on the bed. “you didn’t give me a proper kiss goodbye.” and all of a sudden, you’re covered up in hickeys and you’re breathing all heavy because you didn’t give him a quick kiss goodbye.

or let’s say you’re not really dating yet and he takes you to a club and you wanna have some fun right so you’re out on the dance floor.

some guy is catching your vibe so he starts dancing with you. leon???? he is actually pretty chill about it. until you guys get waaaay too close.

so he goes up to the dance floor and pulled you off. he goes to sit back on the barstool with you in between his legs. “it was harmless dancing leon.”

“oh yeah?” and you’re blabbering on which it might be the slight alcohol. he’s let you go on for a couple of seconds. “uh huh…” then he grabs your chin and starts making out with you and it gets pretty intense tbh.

he does have respect though! he makes sure to stop himself before he gets arrested for public indecency and before he takes advantage on your slight drunken state.

leon’s kisses are def something you can’t forget!

[ashiemochi]

hey bestie <3

I’d like to request a birthday smut with death island! Leon please and thank you 💕

wrote this on phone bc im on a trip and my phone is actually starting to drop dead so </3 time for a new phone ig. But!! here's something 💕 (don't point out mistakes or weird formatting, my phone is ASS)

Leon never liked being late in any way.

Traffic was his arch nemesis because it always resulted to him getting late to work – which also resulted in numerous lectures from his higher-ups.

Another thing he hated; alarms.

Those fuckers either don't do their jobs or are just for show – or maybe he should be getting a new phone or an actual rooster to cock-a-doodle-doo at the glimpse of the sunrise.

Late to events were even worse than mundane things. The amount of times the President would give him a look that simply said "you're late and I'm not impressed" were endless. It wasn't like he had much of a choice when he'd be fresh out of a mission or an assignment that he'd wear the wrong colour of suit, or mismatch his socks in a hurry.

Not to mention. Fucking. Traffic.

However, there was one thing Leon for sure hated the most, absolutely revolted at the idea.

Missing your birthday.

Much to his shitty worse line of luck, he was ordered to rush to the Alcatraz Island for an assignment. To his luck, some deranged guy with a bucket load of issues and untreated trauma decided on a random Sunday at church that he was going to be playing God and start an outbreak via mosquitoes.

Leon was never going to catch a break. All the time at the island, the agent couldn't stop thinking about how to make it up to you. Even when he was infected with the virus and minutes away from losing his last bits of humanity, you were on his mind all the time.

When he returned home, you had opened the door to a bruised and bandaged up Leon with a bouquet of roses in hand. A tired but apologetic tilted grin was on his face, his side leaning against the doorframe.

"Happy... Late birthday, sweetheart..."

While he didn't expect you to be mad at him, a tiny nagging something within him relaxed when you were nowhere near upset. Your worry and glee that he was back in one piece made you forget about your birthday, your arms residing around his neck into a tight embrace where his arms went for your waist – where they belonged.

But the flowers weren't his only way of apologizing – because what started as a simple reunion kiss turned into something more and hotter.

"Oh, fuck..."

His voice was breathy right next to your ear, nearly over clouding the creaking sounds of the bed. His skin was searingly hot against yours, your body painted with hickies and lovebites. Galaxies and nebulas in all the right spots, painless and painful.

Yet they were tomorrow's problem.

His hand was pinning your wrist to the mattress, the other gripping the back of your knee to push it back against your chest. His fingers were digging into your flesh, his hips moving in a perfectly powerful rhythm that had your mind reeling.

"Oh, god... Ah, Leon–nhh~" Your moans were his favourite sound. A sex playlist would usually be on, but on nights like these, it'd be just you and him.

His cock was diving into your pussy, emitting that moist gushing noise the harder he moved. Your clit was throbbing with how intense the pleasure was for you, bringing you a lot closer to yet another orgasm. You really tried to keep track of how many times Leon had made you cum, but after four, everything just became a mixed haze of lust and longingness.

Leon grunted lowly, his blueblue eyes observing your expressions sharply. His lips were parted for your own favourite sounds, his groans and growly moans sending shivers to your core; red and swollen from the countless hickies on your body and kissing you.

Those lips of yours were absolutely intoxicating.

The blunt tip of his bigbig cock was slamming into your walls, going almost rogue as your arousal and previous orgasms dripped and dropped to the drenched sheets.

You never knew you could squirt, but Leon was confident in his skills. It took time, and god was it worth it.

Your face was flushed, your free hand on his back with your nails digging into him. You could feel his toned muscles flexing and shifting right beneath his skin. Your gaze trailed up to him, your moans and soft whines escaping nonstop.

"L–Le– f–fuck, you're too," You keened, your other leg wrapping around his waist, whimpering as your walls squeezed hard on his thick dick, "deep!"

"Oh, yeah?" Leon muttered, the corner of his lips irking upwards into an amused smirk.

That was the last thing you heard before he released your wrist only to switch his grip to your other leg. He hooked both legs into either of his elbows, pushing them onto his shoulders and easily tugging you close to him his figure towering over you completely. His cock hit that spot in you, bringing stars to your eyes with a hitched squeak.

His whole length was inside, especially when he leaned over you, causing his pelvis to brush against your needy pearl. His hands returned to your waist to keep you pinned in place, his hips relentless as he pounded into you.

"Mmh, that's deeper, isn't it, honey?" Leon hummed, his thrusts growing ruthless as he fucked you with vigour, pushing a moan from him, "Oh, fuck... You're just so fucking wet and tight for me..."

"Nnh! Oh, g–god! Leon!" You cried out, your body starting to tremble and your arm joined the other around his back, your nails forming angry red crescent moons, "S–shit!"

The pleasure was looming once again, the knot within you tightening more and more. Leon's hips were out of his control, revealing he was just as close to his peak as you were.

Leon groaned, his eyes screwing shut for a second as he felt your walls starting to clasp around his cock as if trying to feel every ridge and bulging vein on it. His toes curled up on the bed sheets, his thighs tensing.

"Oh, fuck, fuck..." Leon let out a choked sound, his desperation to release causing his voice to break and hitch into a lower octave.

"Leon, I–" Your moans cut you off, whining as your legs trembled over his shoulders, "'m gonna, ah!"

Leon's lustful eyes found yours, for a second his love for you spilling through the thick dirty haze and he couldn't help but feel every so grateful for having someone to return home to.

Someone to fight for when the world's going to shit.

His lips met yours hard in a searing heated kiss, your breathless moans making it a bit difficult but it all felt just right. It ticked you off first when he dove his cock to the hilt, pistoning into your squelching cunt and pressing up against your clit.

A loud moan went muffled, swallowed by him as he groaned against your lips. The white-hot pleasure rattled your bones, coiling around your muscles at the intensity that your back arched off the bed. Your gushy walls clamped tight around his cock, consequently pushing him straight to the peak he craved.

His lips parted from yours to push his face into the crook of your neck, his hips stuttering to a stop flush against yours as if trying to keep his twitching cock as deep he could. His groan was, if not, just as loud even when he obviously tried to stay quiet. His cum spurted out thickly, filling you up so good and so warm. You could almost feel it in your tummy at this point.

A shaky exhale escaped from him, his hips moving again but at a slower pace, gently riding you both down from your cloud nine. He panted heavily as he moved his face away from your neck, his eyes shut as his lips peppered kisses from your jaw, cheek, inching closer to the corner of your lips before sealing them with his.

You faint hum merged with his, your hands kneeding and massaging against the angry scratches on his back. His hips retreated slowly, slipping his cock out that was still visibly twitching and his cum seaping and dripping from the red tip. A string of his climax connected between him and your abused cunt.

Leon parted from the kiss, his sweaty fringes dangling with the tips brushing against your forehead. One of his hands reached up to the side of your face, his gaze doing their usual scan to make sure you were okay and that he didn't go too far.

"I'm okay..." You whispered softly, your voice just as breathy as you brushing away his bangs which only dangled wetly about so your hand rested on his neck, your thumb tracing the stubble across his jawline, and with a faint giggle, "And I forgive you."

Leon chuckled, his eyes growing gentle as he caressed your sides gingerly, "Good, maybe I should start missing your birthdays a bit more, yeah?"

You huffed, lightly smacking his shoulder, "Don't push it."

"Yeah, yeah," He smiled before carefully setting your legs back onto the bed which they only fell limply, still shaking and he squeezed your thighs, "Okay, I'll get us water and something to drink, then we'll continue."

That made you blink, confused as you tilted your head to the side, watching him as he sat at the edge of the bed with his eyes trying to locate his boxers at least. With a soft groan, you pushed yourself up onto your elbows, giving him a puzzled look when he stood up and slipped on his undergarment.

"Continue?" You repeated, your heart starting to pound once again, "We're not done?"

Leon gave you a look as if you had grown another head and he approached you, his hand pressing into the pillow next to your head and the other tilting your chin up with just his index and thumb.

"Of course we're not done, birthday girl." Leon grinned, his nose brushing against yours, "Still gotta make up for our anniversary."

Way to go for Leon asking you to be his on your birthday.

[chanif-art]

Plagas Leon is simply 👌👌👌. If he was a snack, expect me getting bloated in my baby room. 😩😩😩 DELICIOUS.

-MintyAnon.

Oh you will be fulfilled surely, but he craves more.

He blames you because you start it first and now you done?

Now it’s your turn to be a SNACK.

Note: YUM YUM

buymeacoffee

[biohazard-4ever]

Is Leon funny or what?

[literally-leo]

i’m biting you you have rabies now or something

@mhm-wisconsin

HOW'D YOU GET THROUGH MY FUR?

AND MY OWN HOME STATE??

@and-cassiopeia get over here, i cant have rabies by myself