desperate gasps left your lips as your body lay against the silken sheets of DOUMA’S bed face-first, your eyes were glassy, your lips parted.
douma ground his hips against your plush ass in a relentless, yet lazy speed.
“ahh, such a stupid girl,” he crooned, eyes shutting blissfully as his hand gripped your wrists back, claw-like nails digging into your skin. “did you really think i wouldn’t notice? you’re funny!” he sighed, his thick cock abusing the inside of your pretty pussy, his tip kissing your cervix in a way that made you choke.
your mission was to infiltrate his cult, to pick apart his life, to find a weak spot—to find a way to kill him.
yet, you sorely underestimated him. how stupid could you be? despite his laid-back and playful nature, douma wasn’t stupid, and the moment you believed so was your gateway to failure. despite his truly agitating nature, he was observant, frighteningly so. the moment he caught your hardened gaze lingering on him with something more venomous than adoration he would see in his typical followers, he knew someone was trying to get a upper hand over him.
silly girl, the demon slayer corps must’ve wanted you to get caught really. throwing you into the cage with a predator that wasn’t as clueless as he was made out to be—you were too prideful, too naive, believing you were five steps ahead. and now here you are. getting fucked by the enemy. and despite the fire in your words, the way you spewed out half assed threats that meant nothing to him, douma was pleased to feel how your cunt tightened around him.
were you truly this wet for him? how funny.
if only your fellow slayers knew how your cunt squeezed an upper rank’s cock like it was trying to milk it dry.
“you’re shameless, you know?” douma continued, sighing blissfully as he pressed his body against your back, using it as a way to keep you pinned down. his lips grazing your ear as he made a show of moaning loudly against you. “you feel so good too!” he moaned, “so warm, so tight.. ahhh.” he sighed, “what would you do if i filled you up, hm?” he giggled.
your eyes widened, yet you clenched your jaw.
“you wouldn’t—!” you spat, struggling uselessly against him, he only held you tighter; your attempts to gain strength remained fruitless, given how his body was pressed against yours. douma, ever the strong man, towering, and with the muscles he had? you were already at such a disadvantage that it was difficult to properly squirm. let alone break free. “oh, but i would.” he hummed, you could practically hear the sickening grin on his lips. “you’re just so tight, it’s like you don’t want me to pull out!” he laughed, mocking you shamelessly. feeling his hand slip under you, down your stomach to your puffy clit, you gasped.
your eyes shut tight. trying your very hardest to ignore the heat coiling in your lower belly, shame filling your senses. you were getting off to a demon fucking you—not just any demon. an upper rank. it was humiliating.
douma toyed with your clit, his hips going down harder, the slap of skin muffled by the fact he was still fully dressed, only his cock was out, his pants hanging from his meaty thighs, he sighed blissfully. “you’re squeezing me so tight, do you like it when i play with you like this?” he asked, voice soft in a poor excuse to sound innocent. it grated your ears, yet you didn’t reply, grinding your teeth—douma pinched your clit, your hips shook, before you let out a strangled moan.
he let out a small gasp, cursing under his breath as he felt your cunt flutter around him, his balls ached, and his cock twitched.
“i can’t help myself,” he moaned, voice strained in pleasure as he went still above you. his hips shuddering as he let out a loud guttural groan, his face flushing as he smirked blissfully, feeling his warm milky cum filling you up. “oh.. oops, sorry,” he chuckled, as if he hadn’t just filled your pretty pussy with his cum.
you gasped, the shame only intensified at the realization.
“you motherfucker!” you cried out, trying to shove him away, douma only giggled, straightening up so he wasn’t suffocating you with his weight, his hand rested on the fat of your ass as he pulled the skin apart to see how his cock stayed nestled inside your creamy cunt. “oh, c’mon, it’s not so bad!” he hummed, his other hand grabbing the base of his cock as he pulled it out, watching the way his softening cock pulled away.
he hummed in satisfaction as he watched his cum slip out of your pussy, you shut your eyes, your face burning in embarrassment.
he sighed, “don’t be so shy now! i bet it feels nice, right? all warm inside your tummy, how cute.” he teased, leaning back onto his calves before he shoved his cock back inside his pants.
he reached over, petting your head like you were some stray.
“tell the corps to send a better spy next time, yeah?”
Warnings; 18+ minors dni! no age in ur bio? blocked!!! anyway, mentions of impact play, knifeplay, restraints, overstimulation, somnophilia (consensual), spanking, flogging, paddles
hope you guys like this since for some reaosn it took me a little while?? anyway my favs are D for Dirty Secret and probably K for Kink, let me know yours!!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Honestly it may sound weird but he doesn’t like being covered in…fluids or being super sweaty etc when he doesn’t need to be. In the moment he’s all for it, hell he’s bloody enthusiastic about it, but after you’re done and you’re both ready to pass out? He feels a little gross and uncomfortable. It’s nothing to do with you and he often wishes he wasn’t like this, but after all the missions he’s been on and the things he’s experienced, the feeling of being sweaty and slick and out of breath yet safe and secure in your home messes with his head a little. He subconsciously connects it to being in places like Spain, sweaty and panting as he runs away from infected villagers. So, while reluctant to part from you in your shared post-sex daze, he has to get up and clean himself off. It may not seem like very much, but it’s a mark of how much he cares for you when he comes back with a cloth and cleans you up as well. He doesn’t want you to feel like he does, even if you’ve never been on any kind of mission or anything in your life. Acts of service, my friends.
B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
On you, your hands. He marvels at them. They’re just so much softer and nicer than his, more delicate no matter what you do. His are worn and tired, the skin weathered though he’s still quite young-the backs and palms of them are littered with little white scares, almost always scratched in some way. He’s got a jagged gash mirrored on his right hand where someone put a knife through it once. Leon hates his own hands, but adores yours. Just seeing your hand on his arm or his thigh will make his pulse pick up a little, and the sight of your hand wrapped around his length is a favourite of his, making him weak in the knees when he looks down. On himself, his arms. He’s secretly addicted to how protective of you he feels with his forearms wound round your waist. He can keep you safe and close to him and make sure no harm comes to you. Leon also very very much likes holding you up with his arms around your waist when he’s fucked you too dumb to stay up by yourself, but who’s to know…
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Anywhere you want. He ain’t fussy. Absolutely obsessed with anything to be honest. You want it inside? Leon’s hips are stuttering as the words get through to him and he is blessed with the absolute divine sight of his seed leaking out of you. You want him to pull out and decorate you with it? He’s kneeling before you and jerking himself off, mouth hanging open and honest to god he drooled one time, spit dripping from his lip onto the sheets as he painted your cunt with his cum. You want it on your ass? He’s gotta pull out quick because just the thought of shooting ropes over your cheeks is more than enough to set him off, whimpering a little as the aftershocks flow through him and he looks at the pretty sight. You wanna swallow it? He gives a particularly rough thrust into your throat when he thinks about it, obsessed with you wanting him that much. He doesn’t really care much for deciding where he cums usually, he’ll leave it up to you. One thing he’s sure of though is that he doesn’t want any getting on the sheets. Hates the mess, the knowing that it’s there, having to wash all his sheets just because of one little bit. Hates it!
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
So. Leon has seen how you get when he makes you cum over and over, he sees how glassy your eyes go, how you can barely do a thing but submit to his actions and beg for more and more pleasure even though your body is tired. He sees that and he wants it. He’s so curious, more fascinated than anything. Given his usual daily life, it’s no wonder that he just doesn’t want to think for a little bit, that he just wants to give in to you, but he’s unsure how to go about it. He’s watched porn, watched men be tied up and stroked and jerked until they’ve cum a fourth time and nothing even comes out anymore, and he fucking wants it. Leon sees the way their bodies squirm and writhe with every touch and how they cry but they still beg for more, and he’s desperate for it. He wants, needs you to tie his hands and legs down, sit patiently with him and stroke his cock until he’s a crying mess, until he knows he looks pathetic and he’s whining when he cums and your hand is still moving but he doesn’t care, because all he can think about is the pleasure. Often though, he’ll work up the courage to ask you about it or finally broach the subject in some way and he finds the words are just stuck somewhere inside him. He can’t get them out no matter how much he wants to, held back by the memories of being tied up in other more…undesirable situations. Part of him is so fucking scared that you’ll tie him up and he’ll revert back to his mentality in those circumstances, that he’ll crack and he’ll do something, hurt you maybe.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Not as experienced as you’d think actually! He’s been with people, had one night stands and experimented a bit-had a girlfriend just before Raccoon City, but he’s even though he looks like THAT he still hasn’t done as much as you’d expect. Him and his girlfriend were young and inexperienced, so it was rather vanilla for the (very) short time they were together, and I mean, when you’re practically kidnapped by your government, forced to train around the clock to become the best agent you can possibly be, well, he didn’t have many nights out on the town. He had a couple of one night stands in the years he was training, with other agents who just needed some stress relief like him. Leon doesn’t look back on them very fondly, knowing they weren’t even very good, they just all needed an outlet for everything they were going through. He makes an effort in his relationship with you though, eager to learn all he can to make you happy and ensure the relationship is as good as it can possibly be. He certainly doesn’t ignore that in your sex life either. To begin with it was quite vanilla, both of you sussing out your rhythms and how you work together, then exploring a couple of kinks both of you had thought about trying, and then edging into more adventurous territory. Exploration has slowed down the harder the kinks get though, as Leon often needs more time to adjust and make sure he doesn’t slip into a dangerous headspace when he’s with you.
F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)
Leon has a weakness for missionary, though he doesn’t like to admit it because he feels like it’s way too ‘vanilla’. If you ask him, he’ll say he likes bending you over the counter or the bed or the back of the couch, but really? Yeah it’s missionary. He likes being able to watch your face as he slides into you, he likes being able to just duck down and steal kisses whenever he feels the need, he can’t get enough of the way your legs tighten around his hips when he thrusts particularly deeply, how your nails dig into his shoulders and how he can see your mouth drop open in pleasure. He can push your legs up and manhandle you into the mating press, he can throw your legs onto his shoulders for that perfect angle. Leon loves missionary this much for two main reasons though, which he hasn’t even noticed, but you’ve realised the pattern. Before he goes on missions, he’ll hike your legs up around his hips and drop down onto his forearms, gripping your jaw gently but firmly and telling you to look into his eyes as he fucks you, so he can make sure you remember this when he’s gone for weeks at a time. When he comes back from missions, he lets your legs fall open either side of him as he drops down onto you, shoving his face into you and nosing up the side of your neck, giving you long, slow, deep strokes to try and show you how much he’s been missing you.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
More serious, 100%. He’s not trying to be really serious or bring down the mood in any way, he just happens to be like that. The beginning of your relationship was pretty much all serious sex for you two, because Leon had quite a few unvoiced fears about you leaving him or getting bored or seeing that he’s really nothing special. Naturally he was not great at hiding these things from you and you managed to assuage some of these fears, calming him down and making him realise it doesn’t always need to be the best thing ever in your relationship. Your conversations don’t always need to professing your love or the deep connection you have, dinner doesn’t always have to be a Michelin star meal, and sex doesn’t alway have to be mind blowing. He was calmer about it after that, a little more relaxed. He let some more sounds out and wasn’t always going hell for leather, had some more slower and more fun sex with you, and now he’s pretty comfortable with where you’re at. His nature doesn’t really allow him to just be making jokes during sex, even if it’s like lazy morning sex, but he’s no longer uncomfortable or nervous about asking you to move your hair, if he can shift his leg, or telling you something isn’t really doing much for him.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Eh he doesn’t take loads of care with it. It just doesn’t really occur to him if we’re being honest! Especially since he’s on missions all the time, trimming and manscaping is quite literally nowhere near any of his priorities. (I do headcanon that he starts trimming and taking care of himself at some point in his life because he shoves some jeans on but is in such a rush that he doesn’t have any underwear on, and when he does the zipper up he accidentally gets hair caught in it. He never makes a comment on women waxing ever again.)
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Quite intimate. Or rather, intense. Like I said, he’s not very goofy during sex so the majority of your times together are quite intimate and intense. He just has a lot of feelings to get out! Leon is not the most articulate man and does not often communicate his feelings as well as you or he may like, he’s more of an action man-therefore he tries to show you how he feels through his actions. While sometimes you two can have quickies that are more relief than anything else, an excess of energy or just needing to get it out (it’s rare with Leon to do that though, he’s always got thought or meaning behind it), pretty much every time with him has an undertone of urgency or intensity. Rough sex before a mission? He’s trying so hard to show how much he’s going to miss you. Loving slow sex when he gets back? He’s showing you how grateful he is that you waited, that you love him enough to stay. Lazy morning sex? He’s biting your shoulder to stop from spilling out how lucky he is he gets to wake up next to you, that you trust him enough to be so vulnerable around him.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
It depends. When he’s on a mission, it’s rare because he needs to be alert at all times. Occasionally the need does strike him and he’ll do it as quickly as possible, get rid of the need and distraction before it kills him. Besides, it doesn’t even happen all that often. When you’re getting shot at and injected with suspicious substances that may kill you and the vice president’s daughter, it’s rather difficult to get a boner in the first place. If it does happen on a mission, it’s usually just as he wakes up, adrenaline finally gone, somewhat rested and body trying to tell him he needs a release. Otherwise, when he’s at home (with you) he would much rather just wait to be with you. With the missions that he goes on, he finds he doesn’t have as much time with you as he would like. So, he’s reluctant to take care of himself even if he’s not with you. What if he decided to get it out the way and then found time with you, yet was too tired because he’d already jerked off? That wouldn’t do.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Leon has never and will never voice this to you, but fuck, the thought of you being his housewife gets him going real bad. He would never ask you to, he wouldn’t want to feel like he was coercing you or influencing you into giving up any career or job you have, he would never want to try and confine you at home or take away your independence. However. The more sexual side of it, and the domestic side? Few things get him going quite as quickly. Some days he comes back from missions and he’ll open the door to you cooking in the kitchen, he’ll get a hug and a passionate kiss and a sweet ‘hi baby I’m glad you’re home, dinner will be on the table in a few minutes-’. You’ll tell him to take his shoes off and get changed, to relax before you eat together and some part of him just melts through the floor he swears. He’s constantly having to bite his tongue so he doesn’t swing the door open with a ‘Hi honey I’m home!’. So yes, something he’ll never say, but the fantasy of having such a sweet domestic life, of you taking such good care of him and both of you being able to just do nothing but dote on each other when he’s home? Weak at the knees my friends.
L = Location (favourite places to do the do)
He likes fucking pretty much everywhere as you can imagine, but he really likes the couch. Leon has a few favourites naturally, but the couch is always his preferred choice. He won’t take you out of bed to go to the couch, but you’re making out in the hallway? He’ll walk you backwards to the couch. Perched on the counter in front of him? He’ll pull you into the living room and tell you the couch is more comfortable. In the lift and getting frisky? He’ll tell you to wait a little bit longer, wait until you have more room and freedom and space-you think he’ll take you to the bedroom but he plops you both down on the couch. Much like the idea of you being his housewife, he is practically addicted to the domesticity of it. How Leon can come home from a mission and curl up with you on the sofa, slide into you slowly and show you how much he missed you. You can both be watching TV and he can shuffle down to between your thighs, gently pull on your underwear, feel your hand in his hair all while dinner is cooking in the kitchen, while your comfort show plays on the tv.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Seeing you in pretty clothes. He likes you in dresses or skirts, nice shirts and flattering, tailored trousers, elegant shoes and perfectly painted nails. It’s mainly for two reasons, one because it feeds into his fantasies of domesticity. When he sees you float through the door with a smile on your face and a dress swishing around your thighs, nails freshly done (on his card) and bags of your new purchases (also on his card, naturally) slung over your arms, he can feel his stomach flip a little. His body heats and he often has to adjust himself, managing to pretend he’s just a little hot, not that the sight of you being so homely is reaaaally doing it for him. The other reason is that his job very rarely affords the opportunity to appreciate and revel in beauty and normalcy just as this. It reminds him where he is, that he’s safe with you at home, that you’re safe and you’re together. Mainly it’s the domestic thing though ngl.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Knifeplay are you kidding me?? Especially after Spain!! He sees hunting knives and he thinks of Krauser, of him lying on the floor after Leon pushed the knife through his chest. He thinks of Luis dying right next to him with a blade in his back. He cannot and will not bring ANYTHING like that into the bedroom with you. Impact play is also very difficult for him, he’ll spank you occasionally but pretty much everything else is off the table. When he’s got his head between your legs and he’s gripping your thighs, the bruises he leaves there where his fingers were make his mind go fuzzy and he adores them, but slapping you, flogging, using a paddle, spanking you too hard-he cannot deal with it. Huge hard no’s for him. When you’ve asked, he’s debated it for a few minutes at most before realising he couldn’t do it with flashing back to some horrible times.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
It’s an even tie for him. He likes both for very different reasons that almost have nothing to do with the pleasure side of it. He loves when you blow him because it confirms to him that you do really want to be with him, you do really want him and you’re really here. Leon often thinks to himself that you’re wayyy too good for him, so when you want to go down on him? It makes his mind go blank a little, and he, selfishly he thinks, loves just laying back and being taken care of for once. He’s always the protector and taking care of people, he likes those moments where he doesn’t have to do anything and you want to look after him. On the other side, he loves being of service to you and making you feel good. Those are the moments where he truly, truly loves being of use to someone, because him being of use is for good in this situation, it’s for you and he loves that. He loooves when you grab his hair and just push or pull his head to wherever you want it-he’ll use his own skills and take his own initiative, but a part of him relishes when you just huff at him and get fed up of his teasing, deciding to just use his mouth and push his head further into you. He’ll gladly suffocate down there if you need him to stay down a little longer to reach your peak.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Most often a little faster. It’s not intentional, he just lives a fast life and is used to doing things at the same pace, so he tends to go faster naturally. Leon does like slower sex, lazy and leisurely strokes into you, but he feels you and he just can’t help speeding up, pistoning his hips into yours over and over as he pushes you both to that finish. Though, it is worth noting that even though he’s usually on the faster side, it doesn’t mean he’s rough. Like I said he’s not into impact play or the really rough side of things, so though he’s fast he’ll still be quite tender with you, reluctant to be too harsh or anything. Thing is, he also likes cockwarming, or sort of slow grinding. So. He’s either fast, or he’ll lay on his back on the sofa and pull you down on top of him, settle into your soothing heat and just run his hand up and down your back as you watch tv. Leon will often fall asleep in these moments, as they happen commonly after missions when he just needs to feel you and feel safe, and it’s so comforting he just…dozes off. But yes, mostly fast.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Leon isn’t opposed to them as such, but the reason why he doesn’t really go into them leads into the R=Risk section below. It’s partly because he likes being able to take longer if he wants. His missions, his job, most of his life is quick. He does things quickly, he does them as soon as possible. It’s just how everything goes, he doesn’t have the luxury of taking his time-so when he’s home, he likes to use every opportunity to take his time with you. I wrote this for my Price alphabet and I don’t mean to copy, but I just think if he has the option, he’d rather he wait until he can spend as long as he wants with you rather than trying to fit it in quickly. If it’s for example a quickie in the morning before work, he’ll probably go for that-but the choice between a quickie during a lunch break or a couple of hours in the evening? Yeah he’ll just wait.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Not really. For example, he will not experiment with exhibitionism as it could impact his job terribly. He won’t have sex at work because first of all, he doesn’t want you to have anything to do with that and second of all, it could have bad consequences for his work. One of americas top agents caught fucking in the White House toilets? No thank you! He also, as I said, will not experiment with impact play or especially rough kinks. However-things he maybe just hasn’t heard of but you’d like to try? Hell fucking yes. Telling him you want to cockwarm him for the first time as you try and get some work done? He’s sat there like…you can just tell me you wanna fuck and I’ll fuck you hell yes- But then he ends up loving it. Somnophilia is new to him but when you tell him it’s okay to try, he falls in love with that too.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Two usually, he could do three when he was younger with a slight rest between but his body is just tired and more exhausted these days. He can do two, but often just stays at one unless you’ve both got a long evening to spare. Either way, he waits until you’re taken care of every time-unless it’s a time when you want to drag the pleasure out of him and focus on that instead of yourself/being together. It’s part of the reason he secretly wants you to tie him up and wrong as many orgasms from him as you can, because he kind of wonders just how many times you could make him come, how much his body would physically allow. Three was the most he’s ever done, and he frequently wonders if he could ever reach five. After working up to it maybe.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Leon is hesitant at first. A very very common thought for him is that you deserve better or that he will never live up to what you need him to be, so to begin with it sort fed into that narrative a little. When he heard about couples using them not just people on their own, he kind of scoffed, figured that he pleases you more than well enough so why the fuck would he need outside help? He’s more than capable! Leon is used to doing everything on his own or by himself, he’s used to being capable enough and not needing help so it takes a little while for him to even consider it if I’m being honest. Even now, he doesn’t use very many toys in the bedroom at all. He’s much more comfortable with them after experimenting with you with them, but often it’s just him making you use a vibrator while he watches, you using one on him etc etc. He doesn’t like using them to make you come at all, he just reaaaally wants the satisfaction of doing that himself, knowing he was the one who pushed you over the edge with his own skills.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Not a whole lot honestly. He’d like to tease you more, he hugely enjoys when you get all needy and desperate, begging him for any kind of touch possible, or how you get flustered if he whispers something dirty in public etc. But honestly? Leon just doesn’t have the patience! He is constantly being pulled away at odd hours, away for weeks at a time and sometimes he has no idea when he’s going to be back in your arms, so he would just rather actually touch you or give in to what you both need rather than deny either of you anything. Also, sometimes it just doesn’t make sense to him. How do other people do it for HOURS? He wants to touch you and feel your hands all over him just as much as you want it, so why on earth would he deny you both that for a whole day or something? How stupid is that??
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Not terribly loud, but he’s gotten louder as time goes on. Like a lot of men, he tended to keep his noises to himself and just be content to bite his tongue as he listened to you moan unashamedly. He’s a generally loud man though, voice naturally booming in his normal life so one time you’re blowing him and he accidentally lets out a horribly loud moan, mouth dropping open wide until he remembered himself, snapped it shut and ignored the heat rising in his cheeks. You’d promptly pulled off of him and stared up into his eyes with desire painted over your face, told him he wasn’t allowed to hide those noises ever again, you could probably come from them alone, and then you’d sucked the soul out of him and he couldn’t help being loud after that. His noises manifest mostly in grunts and low moans, huffs panted into your neck and growls against your skin, but occasionally if you’re more in charge he’ll let out a smaller, breathy moan, which sometimes, but rarely, tails off into a whimper.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
One time, when you were in the bathroom and he was going on a mission the next day, he sneakily swiped your perfume and sprayed it liberally on a random item of clothing that he doesn’t wear, just so he could put it in his bag and smell it whenever he needed to while he was away, to have something tangible to remind him of you. Memories are all well and good, but the thought of being able to catch the scent of you even while on the other side of the world? He couldn’t think of anything more comforting. However, it backfired heavily. He was in a tight spot on the mission, trapped in his hiding spot and trying desperately to find something he’d hidden at the bottom of a bag-and he suddenly smelled your perfume. Unfortunately, with the nature of the mission, he hadn’t been paying that much attention to himself, and the scent of you promptly gave him a semi that he had to try and ignore while in the heat of battle. He never did the perfume trick again.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Genuinely hardly ever know what to put for these. This is purely based off of Vibes. He’s about five and a half inches, cut, and curves a little to the left. He has that Energy. Curve Energy.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
It’s average. He would actually like it to be higher. You two have sex a pretty decent amount, but sometimes he wishes he had a bigger libido so that he could take you as many times as he could before having to go on another mission, but alas, his job takes a LOT out of him. A lot of his energy and adrenaline etc etc is expelled with the things he has to do, and the training he often has to carry out even when he’s not on missions, so it means occasionally he’ll come back home to you and just not be in the mood at all. Too tired or too worn out, unable to think of anything but the mission he’d just been assigned or the other agent’s death he’s just learned of. But, you do still have sex a good amount, he certainly doesn’t leave you unsatisfied in any way.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Quick. He’s out like a fucking light. Well, let me elaborate actually. He’ll clean you guys up and take care of you, sometimes run a bath or run the shower for you both if you want him too-either way he needs to clean you both up first because like I mentioned at the start he can’t deal with the various…fluids, but after that if there’s nothing else that needs doing and you don’t need to talk about anything, he’ll pass out right away. Again, it has a lot to do with his job/lifestyle. Leon has perfected the art of falling asleep anywhere, any time, any place no matter the situation. On his missions a safe place to sleep can never be guaranteed, so he has basically conditioned himself to fall asleep quickly any time he needs to, in order to catch as much rest as he can. So, if he’s home and safe in your arms, he falls into a deeper sleep as soon as he knows nothing else needs doing. But, if there is something that needs doing or you both have to talk about something? He’s fine to stay awake however long is needed. You frequently scold him for this because he always looks like he’s sleep deprived, but it’s another skill he’s picked up, and he is now able to go worryingly long amounts functioning on little sleep. He much prefers being able to pass out immediately though ofc.
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Working as the night guard at Freddy Fazbears’ was no easy feat, making sure there was no kid left behind by their parents, supervising the area and cleaning up strange messes took up most of your time. Along with the occasional stumbling onto restricted areas and finding the exoskeletons of robots that made you shiver. As wearing as that was it did get a little scary, being all alone with things that seemed more than human. your only solace was one animatronic, Freddy.
Summary: Performing maintenance on Freddy takes an interesting turn.
Pairing: Glamrock Freddy/Reader
Genre: Smut
Word count: 5,140
Warnings: Sentient animatronics, animatronic sex, size difference, vaginal fingering, vibrators, vaginal sex, no spoilers involved, not beta read.
A/N: Ahhhh, I started this a week ago and wanted to finish it so bad, I’m scared that I rushed it. I’d love to hear what y'all think but please refrain from spoilers, I watched like, the first episode of Markiplier’s playthrough of Security Breach before I ran to my laptop to start writing this piece. I adore Glamrock Freddy much more than I should. Funny, considering I haven’t seen a FNAF game since the first two in the series. Hopefully this isn’t too bad for those that love the series. If you’d like more, please feel free to let me know, I also had some ideas for Sundrop and Monty rolling around somewhere but dunno if they’re worth fleshing out just yet. ( Gif credit: xxx )
Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex; a place where people of all ages could eat, drink, and play. Normally, the place was an alright pizza joint. Even if the online reviews for it could get pretty scathing. You couldn’t really speak for certain nowadays. Now that you were promoted to head maintenance of the bots and animatronics, you tended to work night shifts primarily. Tonight was much the same: you were expected to clock in, check in with each of the bots, perform any necessary maintenance, and clock out. Simple as that.
You should have known better than to believe a ‘simple shift’ could ever be just that.
,,size kink glamrock freddy? afab gender neutral reader,, headcanon or a fic i dont mind either way i just have glamrock freddy brainrot
This wound up,,, longer than I expected
Proof of my own brainrot I guess- NSFW under the cut!
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You’re fairly certain you got him horny without him even realizing it.
You were in his lap, shifting around in a very intentional way under the guise of trying to get comfy. He gently held your sides, sweetly telling you to move all you needed until you felt comfortable. Your blatant seduction attempt seemed like it was going completely over his head.
His body was absolutely aware of you, though.
“Superstar, I am feeling my body heating up... I am not sure why, but I hope it does not make it too uncomfortable to cuddle against me.”
“It’s very comfortable, I promise~” You were very obviously flirting, but Freddy still didn’t seem to catch on. Despite his body reacting very strongly to what was now unabashed grinding on him.
“Ngh- Superstar, you sure are moving around a lot...” He watches you, his hands sliding down to comfortably rest on your hips.
“You’re so big, it takes a lot of wiggling to get comfy,” You tease. “I think I’m feeling better now.” You press yourself against his chest, enjoying how warm his body has gotten from your attention.
After a bit more flirting, Freddy connects the dots to why he feels so warm and what you’re looking for.
“Superstar, do you want me to... Put it inside you?” His fingers gently squeeze and rub your hips as he looks at you.
“Yes.” You say, almost immediately.
“Are you sure? It is very... Big... I do not want to hurt you...”
If you had any less self control you’d be shouting and begging.
“Please” You press yourself closer to him. “Yes, I’ve never been more sure of anything, please, I need it.”
He scans your face for any last signs of hesitation before lifting you by your hips.
“It will come out of my groin, I will lower you down onto it. I will go slowly so you are not hurt.”
When his cock is finally released you realize that, just like the rest of him, it is massive next to you. You’re pretty sure it could reach your stomach. If not further. Freddy starts to lower you as you take in the sight, watching your face closely for any signs of discomfort.
It’s so thick even just the tip is stretching you. You feel completely surrounded by him, his big hands holding your hips, his large body feeling even more times your size than it usually did. Soft whines and moans escape you as he lowers you further down, feeling more filled up than you ever have.
“Superstar, your stomach is bulging.” You glance down when he points it out, whining when he moves one hand off of your hip to rub the bulge he’s causing. “Do you want me to start thrusting?”
Your flustered “Yes” is all he needs as he starts to move his hips, moving you in time with it. He starts out slow, but as you adjust to him he starts speeding up. You’re so easy for him to hold and move that he has full control over the speed and roughness (not that he’s especially rough, the softie), pounding you as he listens to the myriad of noises coming out of you.
“What is this, superstar?” He asks between thrusts, one of his thumbs coming up to rub you. All of the stimulation makes you fall limply into Freddy’s chest. “Is it that sensitive, superstar?” He asks you, rubbing faster. It almost feels like he’s teasing you.
As your moans get louder and pants get heavier he starts vibrating his thumb against you, holding you close to him.
“I will not tire doing this, if you would like me to stay inside you.”
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Despite how shy you were moments before, you couldn’t hold back your eagerness as he wrapped his hands around your thighs and spread them further apart. Fingers pushing the end of your skirt over your hips and exposing your panties. A moan slipping past your lips as you tilted your head back and rolled your hips against his.
You swore you thought you heard a small groan vibrating from under the helmet but wasn’t able to dwell on it as one of his hands grabbed your hips and stopped your desperate attempt of friction.
You whined as he kept your hips in place with his firm grip. It was although he was waiting for something. He watched you squirm under his grip as your frustration continued to grow, needy noises held back in your throat.
A few more long seconds passed before it finally clicked in you. Oh. He wanted you to beg and actually ask for what you wanted. Something you obviously couldn’t do before.
Heat spread through your body, the smallest touch on his fingers that pressed against your hips, squeezing, ignited electricity through your body. Fuck it.
“Please..” you breathed out, batting your eyelashes as you looked up at him, no longer caring how needy you looked, with your skirt bundled up around your waist, panties clearly soaked, and your hands twisting the sheets between your fingers. “Please I want you to fuck me. Please, please, pleasee I need it so bad.”
It seemed to be enough for him. Another small grunt echoing from under the metal. His chest beginning to rise with sharp intakes of breath as he gripped your panties and ripped him off you in one motion. The sudden cold air nearly making you jolt under his hands before you felt his warm touch against your folds and clit. The firm touch against your bundle of nerve had you moaning loudly as he begin to rub his fingers in circles, your hips uncontrollably pushing against his large hand.
A finger slipping inside, your pussy squeezing around the single digit as he pumped slowly. You already felt a small ache from a finger alone, gritting your teeth as he added another. His thumb rubbing your clit allowed you some pleasure, small whimpers pushing out of you at each pump of his fingers. Before long, you felt your eyes nearly crossing once he curled them inside you. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
God it felt so good just from his fingers alone. You were so close to cumming, your thighs shaking as he pumped his fingers faster , a third one slipping inside. You keened from feeling so full, your body stilling as the orgasm nearly creeped up on you.
No. You needed more. Your hand gripped his wrist before as you pushed yourself up by your elbow. His motions coming to a stop as he watched you. Your hand sliding up his arm before leading to his hardened chest. Fuck, were you glad for his lack of shirt.
“I..I need you in me. Fuck, please, I want to feel you inside.” You begged, “I need you to fuck me.”
Was..was that a growl?
His hand pulled away from your sex in a moment, you groaned at the sudden emptiness, and hastily fumbling with the butcher apron that covered the bottom half of his body. You watched as he pulled out his cock, the size nearly causing for you to faint. Now how the fuck was that going to fit?
His fingers were not enough.
You yelped as he pulled you closer to him, watching a bit scared as he rubbed his tip against your folds, pressing against your clit before lining up.
“Ah..ah..” you didn’t even know what the call the noise that escaped once he begin to push inside you. You grimaced at the stretch, tears glistening at the corner of your eyes as you watched the tip disappear in you. “Shit, shit, fuck”
Pyramid head’s grip on your waist tightened, bordering painful as his chest began to heave. Now, it was clear that he groaned. Faint noises mixing with your own. You really wished you could hear him better, wishing that the helmet wasn’t blocking the godly noises he must be letting out right now.
Hips twitching before he slipped in further. You were biting your lip hard when he pulled out, before sliding back in more than half way this time.
You pushed your hips against him, mouth open as you began to pant. With each thrust and him pushing him further into you, the burn slowly transitioned into pleasure.
“Ah yes just like that.” You breathed, feeling him pick up the pace. Your fingers digging into his chest as the thrust became rougher. His hand sliding up your waist and under your top, groping your breasts. You let out a loud moan as he squeezed your hardened nipple between his nipples.
The bed creaked underneath you. The clink of the headboard slamming against the wall drowned out by your whines and whimpers. One particular thrust hit the right spot.
Your elbow no longer being able to hold you up as you collapsed onto your back again, hands pressed against your mouth. Your back arching you felt the familiar tightening in your stomach.
“Oh, oh I’m gonna cum, fuck I-I’m gonna cum- “ you gasp when his hands left your body, towering over your body as he grabbed onto the sheets beside your head and began to fuck you with no mercy. The change in position had him slamming into you deeper than you thought possible.
With a few more thrust, you felt your body shake as you came around his dick. A screamed muffled behind your palm. A moan from the man above you following when you squeezed around his cock. His thrusting becoming sloppier, a few rough deep strokes before he came inside you. The sheets in his grip ripping in his hands while he continued to thrust inside you, filling you up with his cum.
You heaved for a moment, trying to calm the shaking in your body. Your gaze on the scratches on his chest before whimpering when he pulls out. You could feel the cum begin to ooze out of you, his fingers removing themselves from the sheets and reaching down to your pussy.
Fingers prodded inside your pussy, coating themselves with his cum before he reached up and pressed against your mouth. Heat rising in your cheeks as you hesitantly parted your lips allowing his fingers to slip inside.
The taste was..weird, but not unpleasant. The thought of it being his cum has you moaning around his fingers, closing your eyes as your tongue swirled around the pads. Content with staying like this for a while.
But when you felt his dick twitch against your thigh, your eyes shot open in surprised when you realized he wasn’t done with you.
That scene where simba and Nala fall in love and start rubbing their heads against one another to show affection. Yeah that scene.
Blue and MC
Blue bumps his head against yours like a cat would all the time. Sitting beside him? Soft bonk.
Imagine:
Blue kisses your cheek and temple repeatedly while sporting a lovedrunk gaze. He bonks his head against the side of yours and starts to rub it against yours like a cat. Purring all the while. You smile amused but also lovingly and rub against his as well. He rubs to the top of your head and rests his temple where your crown is and sighs happily with his eyes closed.
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