chronic loneliness

dont sink in me with your dog teeth !

older wolfman leon! who marks you as his territory! He'll rub his jaw against your temple and your pulse point, drag his palm down your ass until his musk clings to your skin. Other people can smell you've been claimed, even if they don't know that they're noticing. And he loves that. He Hates when you wear perfume or cologne, it masks his scent on you. "Don't cover it up," he'll growl, pressing you against the wall while nosing along your collarbone. "Let them know."

older wolfman leon! whos driven to claim, to breed, to keep you. He'll flip you onto your stomach and drape his body over yours, chest to back, teeth at your nape. That position isn't just practical it's territorial! He's covering you, pinning you down so you can't escape. And the way he murmurs "Mine" against your ear sends shivers straight to your core.

older wolfman leon! who you catch rutting against your sheets during heat! He gets restless and aggravated until all he can do is focus on you, your scent. He’s hard constantly and the only way to relive the ache is to fuck something that reminds him of you. Slipping his cock between your panties cloth and humping until his thick hot cum mixes with your scent!

older wolfman leon! who knots you any chance he can get. When he's close, the base of his cock swells thick and hot until it locks inside you. The first time it happens it might startle you, that sudden fullness and the way he's suddenly stuck buried to the hilt. But Leon knows what to do. He pants against your throat shushing you, rocking his hips shallowly while the knot pulses inside you keeping his cum seated deep. You can't escape. You're his. That trapped helpless feeling? He knows you love it.

older wolfman leon! whos sense of smell is dialed to eleven! he knows when you're aroused before you do, catching the quickening of your pulse. He can hear your heartbeat hammering, the way your breath catches when he brushes against you. Nothing escapes him. He'll lean in and inhale deep against your neck, growl low at the scent of slick leaking from your pussy. your practically begging to filled.

I had fun drawing in the animation artstyle to give us extra Ladante content lmao (Screencap redraw)

wish I could take your lips with me, on the road where ever I’d be I’d kiss you goodnight in the far off moonlight

wish I could take your lips with me, listen to your little voice sing along with the radio, a song that someone else wrote

I don’t care, I just need you here

Reminder that I love these two with all my heart ♡

Taking your husband on a morning walk and kissing him under the forest trees…goals

SOMNO WITH LEON…he just would not be able to help himself, getting home in the middle of the night, soo pent up, bloody and bruised and needing to release some steam and what better way to do it than burying his cock inside of your cunt as you sleep .ᐟ

he tries to be softer, slower, trying not to wake you up but he just can’t. you’re so soft, so wet and warm and oh god, really fucking tight and it’s all for him. he never stood a chance. squeezing one of your hips with a filthy hand, covered in cuts and dirt, leaving a mess of fingerprints behind. rolling his hips, too fast, too much, barely able to hold himself up with every devastating thrust. you whimper quietly, clench tighter around him in your sleep and it’s enough to spur him on, plunging into your sweet cunt and filling the room with the sound of his balls slapping your sensitive clit .ᐟ

you whine his name when you inevitably wake up, reaching back to scratch your nails around his wrist. leon presses against your back, ghosts his lips behind your ear and grunts low fuck, sorry sweetheart, go back t’sleep, and you do, always blindly abiding by his orders. especially if they have you waking up hours later, achey and so tired and leaking more than one load of his come .ᐟ