i just think that leon could be railing tf you, like rearranging your guts and making you cry……... all while holding your hand and stroking your hair n stuff :(( yeah
A hot tear rolls down your cheek. You’ve never had him like this before. This hard. This rough. Leon has always been careful with you, but tonight, you asked him not to be. Looked up at him through your lashes and asked him to ruin you, as you’d put it.
And well, you’re getting what you asked for.
“You okay, pretty?” He says, gripping your hips hard as he pushes into you, hips landing flush against your ass. It’s a rhetorical question; he knows you’re enjoying this. He only made you repeat the safe word close to a dozen times before pinning you onto the bed and having his way with you. “This what you wanted?”
Your hands clutch onto the bedsheets for life, head impossibly hazy from how Leon has utterly abused your cunt for the past thirty minutes. Swiping over your clit with his thumb and pulling away when your thighs start to shake. Rutting into you hard and fast, but never keeping up the pace enough for you to climax.
It’s pain and it’s torture, but fuck it feels good.
He wraps a hand around one of your thighs, pushing it over his shoulder, eliciting a broken whine from you. He’s buried deeper inside you now, somehow. Stuffed like you’ve never known.
“N-Need to cum, Leon,” You look up at him, glossy eyed and pouting. “Please.”
“You’ll get to cum,” He grunts simply, lifting a hand to push some hair away from your face, his thumb tenderly stroking your temple. “You’re— fuck. You’re gorgeous like this.”
Truthfully, Leon wasn’t totally convinced by the idea. Fucking you until you cried, until you begged. But you’re clenching tightly around him, making the most wonderful sounds… you’re ruined. Ruined beautifully by the pleasure only he can grant you.
His free hand moves so he’s thumbing at your clit again, and you cry out at the pleasure shooting through your core. One of your hands moves from the sheets to clutch at his shoulder, but Leon is quick to envelop it in his own, lacing his fingers with yours and pushing your hand back against the pillow. You’re sure you’re squeezing it uncomfortably tight, but if you are, Leon doesn’t mention it.
And fuck, you’re crying again. You’re overwhelmed and overstimulated but somehow none of it is enough, your orgasm impending yet too far away with the game Leon seems to be playing.
This is what you wanted, after all. And well, you’re not complaining.
Upon seeing your cheeks wet and your eyes wide and blinking away tears, Leon leans down, never slowing his torturous ruts into your cunt as he presses his lips to the salty liquid on your skin.
“You’re taking this— mm, so well…” He utters against your cheek, hissing as you tighten around him. “So pretty getting fucked like this.”
His lips are soft and comforting, along with the hand that’s squeezing yours in reassurance.
When your eyes meet his, they’re heavy and dark. Plagued with desire and a thirst for your pleasure.
You don’t think this is the last time you’ll have Leon like this. It’s a thrilling thought.
Genuinely thinking about getting tag teamed by Myc and Andre. Or Myc laying one of their tentacles on readers head, and reader just grabs it and starts playing with it, completely unaware that it’s actually an erroneous zone. They’re just messing with it and Myc is going through a very interesting time.
EEEHEHEHE >:) <3333 ok this is an old ask but the idea of getting Tag Teamed by Myc and Andre is WRACKING my brain rn. so. IM GONNA RUN W/ THAT <3333 TYSM TYSM TYSM-
NSFT!!! minors go away!! Possible tw for Drugs (Myc and his Weird Psychoactive Gunk)
GRGRKGKRKG,,,, options,,, choices,, hgrnurngunrnrugnrungung p e n i s
oh so they’re gonna corrupt you
THEY’RE GONNA CORRUPT YOU SO BAD!!!! WORSE THAN YOU EVER COULD HAVE POSSIBLY IMAGINED!!!
I feel like getting tag-teamed by them is almost inevitable if you’re getting w/ one of them. They’re sort of a package deal. Bare minimum, it’ll be suggested over coffee once or twice
it usually starts out as,, just one of them??
individually they are such GRABBY BASTARD SMDSND + they’re literally ready to fuck,, whenever.
this does mean that if one of them catches you two fucking, the other one will ABSOLUTELY JOIN IN <333 COME ON
HM LETS SEE
Handcuffs aren't necessary when one of your fuck buddies has 6 arms <3
TRULY IF YOU WANNA BE PINNED, MYC WILL HAVE NO TROUBLE.
It’s easy for most people to forget, but his tentacles are strong. Rope strong. He could keep you pinned in any manner of positions for a senselessly long time without breaking a sweat.
You need your legs up, so that Andre can get that One Specific Angle that turns your brain into jelly? ‘Don’t worry babe, I’ve got ya covered’
OR EVEN. LIKE.
Two tentacles for the arms, two for the legs, two for any assorted holes that Andre may be incapable of filling <3 or even just if,, he wants to get you extra squirmy. You can take two, right?
It’s also super efficient bc. Yeah Andre fucks kinda sloppy, and has a tendency to accidentally move y’all around with his thrusting. (mm. you’ve accidentally bumped your skull on the headboard a few times MNSDMS)
SO!! It’s nice to have Myc there to,, keep you two stuck in place <3
ALSO TANGENT BUT. Two things I feel like Myc would love is :
Stuffing one of his tentacles in there w/ his dick, along with some comment about how ‘maybe if his dick wasn’t so scrawny, I wouldn’t have to ;)’
Wrapping a tentacle or two around Andre’s hips, and fucking you for him. This is especially good when Andre starts losing energy <3 Myc can easy hold his wiry ass up, so he basically just uses him as a Very Loud, Giggling Dildo <333
ALSO THESE BOYS ARE INCAPABLE OF SHUTTING UP
Each individually is extremely vocal + chatty during sex. Both of them combined is torment (affectionate)
They’re absolutely shameless. Any comments that come to the surface will be said.
Also don’t be surprised if they pull some ''Good-Cop-Bad-Cop'' shit, with one of them degrading you and the other praising you.
Laying against Andre's body, feeling his hands dig into your thighs to keep you still, while Myc tests the limit of just how stretchy human holes are?? Your poor cock-addled brain is gonna be absolutely flooded with their rambling.
It's all very 'Je-sus, aren't you an overachiever. Three deep and you're still lookin' for more, huh?'
'aww hehe, look at how well they’re doing!
'Aw, you're always spoiling em! If they can get a fourth one in, then maybe we can start talkin' about 'good' '
etc, etc, ad nauseum, carpet diem, you get the drill. They're little bastards who like the sound of their own voices MSNDMSNDMSN
OH AND ANDRE WILL,, 1000% JUST SIT BACK AND ENJOY THE VIEW WHILE MYC HAS HIS FUN SMNSMDN
There’s something very stimulating to just,, having an outside view of the action. You and Myc being completely undone, while he’s able to be,, a Calm and Collected Outside Observer is EXTREMELY RARE FOR ANDRE SMNSMD
It’s definitely not an Always thing, just an Occasional thing.
Getting different angles?? talking back-and-forth w/ Myc, while his tentacles fuck you open like he’s drilling for oil? Absolute perfection.
He’s not always gonna be a Pair Of Needy Eyes In The Corner Of The Room, though, he does sometimes like getting closer to the action!!
LIKE I can totally see him sitting on the bed beside y’all while Myc has his fun. Just,, lazily kissing your cheek every once and a while, loosely jacking himself off. Maybe a bit of wisecracking <33
granted, you don’t remember much of it bc. After the third tentacle your brain kinda goes a little squirmy, but the thought is sweet nonetheless <3
ADDITIONAL MISC STUFF??
Myc being into bukkake + Andre being a little freak (adoring) means that you will be coated in fluids of several origins. The bath afterwards is magical tho so it's worth it
OHO getting railed (anally) by Myc feels a bit like a Very Horny Colonoscopy. If you ask, those puppies will go deep. like,, deep deep. Like 'oh my god, it feels like you're in my throat' deep.
and,, yeah usually that wouldn't be all that pleasant, but the Delightful, Stimulating Properties that his tentacle goo evokes turns the experience Transcendental.
Your entire torso feels kinda,, tingly and sensitive and full?? every time he shifts, it feels like he’s hitting alllll the spots you need at once. He says its something about the psychoactive properties, but you’re too fucked out to really care <3
he’s also super gentle - even if his tendrils are super slick and blunt, he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you. He’s a jerk, sure, but he’s not an asshole.
[and,, yeah those are definitely the times Andre takes a bit more of a back-seat role. Lots of praise n' giggling. He just lays back and runs his hands along your body, maybe even against your stomach-intestine area to enjoy the way Mycs tendrils make your stomach bulge]
Was possessed by the spirit of Tentacle Porn (tm) SMDNSMDN I COULD GO ON ABOUT THESE TWO FOR CENTURIES, BUT I'LL LEAVE THIS HERE <333 MWAH THIS WAS SO FUN, THANK YOU SO DEARLY!!!
*Christmas *Party at* Cognito* Inc* With The Gang *
*G!N Reader x The Gang*
Reader is an employee at Cognito Inc. And part of the gang. This is interactions (platonic, and yes, romantic too.) With all of them during the Christmas Party
Includes: What the gang will be wearing | being caught beneath the mistletoe | gift giving | some Angst from Reagan and Brett??? (Nothing hardcore)
Photo is not mine^
Warnings: Myc and Reagan Swearing, Brett and Reagan talking bout their familial issues with you.
The yearly Christmas Party at Cognito Inc. Is one of the only days of the year where employees could wear something less proffesional, but despite this it should be something they can still move in just in case of a mission.
Reagan Ridley
- Reagan always wears the same sweater or dress every year, the sweater being dark green and the dress being dark red and long sleeved, if she wears the dark green sweater she'll be wearing black jeans.
-J.R kept reminding her not to wear her space jam dress.
-You were in the middle of a talk with reagan, she was talking about how the only good christmas parties she ever had were ones where her parents weren't around, That when she was a kid and before they divorced they would always argue during dinner, and even if it was a dinner on Christmas eve.
-So growing up she never had a good Christmas with her family, the only good christmas with them she remembers was when she was five.
-"It was when i was five, i cant remember much but it was the only decent Christmas i had with them" Reagan said, emphasizing the word decent.
"My dad went out, i saw him walk out the door and it was Christmas morning." She folded her arms before she continued
"He didn't say anything when he left, my mom was sitting on the floor with me so i could open whatever gift he gave me." Reagans face looked unfazed but her eyes told a different story.
"Before he closed the door my mom just gave him a look and it was very clear they had a fight last night, at least i didn't have to open my gift with the sound of them arguing in the background."
"Reagan, im sorry." you apologised since you were the one who brought up Family dinners and Christmas mornings.
"Oh no, no, no , its okay." She assured you "Christmas parties here kind of make up for it, im just happy they aren't around." Reagan then added softly "And im happy that you're here."
"Heyyyy" Andre's usual self called out "Reagan and Readers under the mistletoeee"
Reagan looks up and you follow, the doorway you've both been standing in had a mistletoe dangling from above.
Reagan gives you one look and hesitates at first but then slowly gives you a quick peck on the cheek. She took one step back and her face was as red as it possibly could be, she smiled awkwardly. Your face flushes red too and a moment later you think to yourself that its now or never.
You cup Reagans face with your hands and pull her in for a kiss, Reagan almost stumbling over when you pulled her in and the sound of Andre hollering, Brett and gigi cheering in the background.
You and Reagan pull away from the kiss and look at each other in awe and shock of what just happened.
"Woah..." Reagan uttered under her breath " just- just wow." You were at loss of words.
"Okay, out of the way love birds" Myc butted in and shoved you and reagan out of the doorway so he could enter the room.
-Gift giving! Honestly, you didn't know what reagan would want, the only thing that came to your mind was a coffee maker. She actually really appreciated it.
"Awh, thanks" Reagan said holding the box in her hand "My dad broke the coffee maker at home, so this is great timing"
-Reagan also racked her brain on what you could possibly want, she didn't want to just walk up to you and straight up ask, she wanted you to be impressed (She even accessed your search history but found nothing) In the end she kind of gave up and was dissapointed in her self, instead she invented you a coffee mug that mixes and keeps itself warm, whether you drink coffee or not you're happy (You better be >:( )that she put a lot of effort into it.
Brett Hand
-NOTHING CAN GET IN THE WAY OF THIS MAN AND HIS OPTIMISM WHEN IT'S CHRISTMAS.
-He wore his suit but with a christmas themed tie that day, however someone accidentaly spilled coffee on it on his way to Cognito.
-he got changed into a bright red knitted sweater and jeans.
-HE LOOKS ADORABLE IN IT, OH MY GOD.
-You were both talking in the doorway that day, Brett brought up how whenever it was christmas his family would forget about him ever even existing.
-at some point while talking about it he was less cheery.
"You don't have to talk about it if you dont want to Brett." You told him
"Thank you, Reader" he said as looking into your eyes as he smiled.
"Are you blind, or can't you see- THAT THERE'S A FUCKING MISTLETOE AT THE DOOR" Myc yelled while pointing at the mistletoe above you and Brett, Andre quickly grabbed Myc and explained "He's sorry, please excuse him its just that it reminds him that he's single!"
Andre then ushered Myc somewhere else and as he did so Myc continued yelling about how stupid everyone is for not noticing a mistletoe at doors.
You looked back at Brett and laughed nervously to try lightening up the mood, Brett did the same.
"You've probably done this millions of times before"
"not really" Brett deduced
"I've never been caught under the mistletoe, i've been dragged to the mistletoe- and i've never kissed a person- i've always been kissed by a person." Brett explained with some gestures, for a moment you were confused but you started to understand what he meant.
He has never kissed someone he actually liked.
"Well, could i be your first?" You asked kindly
"I- mean its you" Brett tripped over his words "Yes."
Brett pulled you in for a kiss, his hands made its way to your back and gently pulled you in even more closer as you did the same.
His lips being soft and kind, not being harsh in any way possible.
"Jealousss." Gigi said as she watched with a smile, the kind that was happy for the both of you.
You and Brett slowly break away from the kiss and look at each other dazed and heads still in the clouds.
"Thank you, Reader"
"No problem."
-Gift Giving! Brett made sure to give everyone gifts, even the random guy who greets him in ths halls every morning despite the fact they never had an actual conversation. Brett knew exactly what to give everyone, even you!
-Brett cried tears of joy at what you gave him, you got him exactly what he wanted, a gift, but he didn't cry at the gift itself, he cried at the hand written letter you wrote him. He was touched, okay? He felt so loved and appreciated. He gave you a big thank you and hug, you made him so happy that Christmas.
Gigi Thompson
-she wore a cream colored turtle neck dress.
-Looking flawless like she always does~
-You and gigi just walked in at the same time and Brett pointed out you that you were both beneath the mistletoe
Gigi took one look at you and smiled "Consider yourself lucky"
She grabbed you by your collar/top and completely smothered you in kisses and one long, amazing, breath taking, world changing kiss. After she was finished she winked at you, but you were unable to do anything since you were out of breath so you just stood there in awe.
YOU'VE JUST BEEN KISSED MULTIPLE TIMES BY YOUR WORK CRUSH.
it may have been quick but it was an amazing seventeen seconds.
After that Gigi didn't even bother to retouch her lipstick, She was so happy to have finally found the perfect opportunity to kiss you.
-Gift Giving! She definitely bought you something thats expensive, or that top you've been eyeing for a long time. How did she find out? I dont know. Gigi has her ways💫
You gave Gigi a limited edition shade of lipstick, by one of her favorite brands, she ADORES it, she was planning to buy it her self but you came along with it all wrapped up with a bow on top.
-Bonus! Gigi was talking to you when she brought up the fact that some of the most famous Christmas Songs are subliminal messages
"I don't mean to brag, but i worked on Mariah Careys All I Want For Christmas" she then explained how if you play it backwards and put the frequency up you could hear a message dissing the Illuminati.
Andre Lee
-He's wearing a soft green button up with a messy red tie.
-he still chose to wear his crocs. (he says that they're comfy)
-We all know how he comes from a highly religious family, he dreads family dinners with them, but he's grown used to being that guy in the family ever since he's become the way he is
-The both of you were stopped in the doorway, joking and laughing at dumb stuff the other would say
You look up at the mistletoe above and tease "oooo, look a mistletoe, are we going to kiss???" To your suprise Andre grabbed you and actually kissed you.
"Well that was uncalled for" you uttered under your breath
"Yeah, me too." Andre said, his face blushing a light pink.
"Wanna do that again?"
"Yeah-" before you could finish he kisses you again.
-Gift giving! He straight up asked you the day after the date announcement of the christmas party, got you the thing you wanted and you were happy enough, but he also gave you the other option you offered. So now you're over the moon cause its two things you wanted! He LOVES the gift you gave him, it was something he's been talking about all year long and he squealed as he gave you a big hug
Glenn Dolphman
-Wore the same fit he does everyday at work, but J.R gave him a headband with Reindeer horns, suprisingly he likes it and refuses to take it off.
-Im going to say this right now, Glenn hates the mistletoes, he avoids them as if he's at a battlefield and the mistletoes are land mines. He will speed right past them if he ever has to go through a doorway with one of them, in fact over the years he noticed there was a pattern with where mistletoes would be placed. Long story short, there is no way you'll catch him under one, whether he likes you or not.
-Gift Giving! You didn't tell Glenn what you wanted, so he was left to think of what to give you. You opened the box and turns out he got you a gun, he explained that it was one of his favorite kind and offered to teach you how to shoot it when the both of you would find the time to do so!
-Glenn also cried tears of joy at the gift you gave him, its exactly what he wanted and he felt so understood, C'mon give him a. hug
Myc Cellium
-He wore a santa claus hat
-Bro gets more sour every christmas party the longer he's single.
-You and Myc were in the midst of a conversation as you both walked into Cognitos doors when some random guy pointed out you were both beneath a mistletoe, Myc looked at you, his face glowing and gleaming for a few seconds before he looked away "Yeah, y'know what, i can't do this." He then proceeded to tell you to fuck off.
-Gift Giving! He reads minds! Of course he got you what you wanted, it was something you almost forgot about, its nice that Myc can read your mind sometimes. He doesn't really care what you get him, he's just happy you didn't forget about getting him a gift. He gave you a pat on the back and told you you did a great job getting him a gift, regardless of what you gave him.
Give me jealous possessive JR/Andre/Gigi/Robotus or give me DEATH
Inside Job — Jealous
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Minors DNI, canon adherent material from a mature show, jealousy, possessiveness, semi public sex, exhibition, etc
Content: bossy, bitchy, deep-state employees. When they feel jealous or insecure about others giving them attention in a way they don't really care for. Some are more dramatic and others suaver, also some more bitchy.
A/N: my, my, bossy aren’t we? Headcanons below for JR Scheimpough, Andre Lee, Gigi Thompson, and Robotus Alpha Beta, enjoy!
Robotus Alpha Beta:
- hates feeling emotions and hates feeling jealous even more, looming around like your sulky, petty, violent shadow who glares at everyone who gives you a once-over
- AB hates humanity but he’s learning to tolerate it through first hand experience and exposure, via the coworkers, and love it through you. That doesn’t mean that he’s not eager to snap a spine like a Ticonderoga #2 pencil.
- there’s one moment in particular where you actually got the first glimpse of him getting jealous, a holiday party when someone gets in a little to close and starts complimenting the fabric of your jacket while rolling it between their fingers. Before you can even say anything, you feel a weight all too familiar coil around your waist and warmth press against your back, lips leaning down to press at your temple while eyes glowing a bit ominously are locked upon the person before you, some poor bastard from accounting.
- “forgive me for interrupting,” Alpha Beta drawls suave and calm, sizing the person up from behind you knowing you could handle everything yourself, but enjoying the moment of being able to show off what’s his and his alone, “I just wanted to rejoin my dearest’s side. Quite immaculate, aren’t they?” He doesn’t waste time listening to the shaky response from the person before you and rather seems content just staring at you, focusing on your presence and spotting you glance up at him with a coy smile hidden behind the lip of your drink.
- You don't even look at the person in front of you, not interested in the slightest meanwhile AB is staring them down with a small, earnest little smirk until they leave, lurking behind like your personal, protective shadow.
- "Can I grab you a refill?" He asks, noting your now empty drink as he moves out from behind you and before you, taking you in as you lean against the unoccupied side of the bar, grinning up at him with a proud yet amused smirk. "What's the look for?"
- "Oh nothing," you drawl, smiling all the while and unable to wipe it off your face as you stare up at him, noting his hand still on your waist, "just finding your possessive streak endearing."
- "Endearing, huh?" Alpha-beta mirrors, leaning in a bit closer and making your head tilt up a tad as he watches your eyes lower to peer up at him beneath thick lashes, "Seeing you act all protective and domineering, possessive, its cute." Alpha-beta arches a brow, taking in your expression idly. "Cute? I'm not cute - I'm a homicidal machine bent on destroying humanity."
- "The only thing you've been destroying lately is me," you talk over and ignore his guffaw, enjoying the petulant scoff, "and its former homicidal machine bent on destroying humanity, now you just kill for fun. That makes it a pastime."
- "It doesn't. You know damn well that's incorrect." He immediately buts back, eyes half-lidded but still unable to give up his need to be right, "Oh I do, it's just funnier to get you all pent up, you fuck harder that way."
- "I'm getting you another drink and the second you finish it, I'm taking you home and you won't leave the house until Monday on legs so shaky its as if you're impersonating a newborn deer."
- "You've never been hotter." You tease and kiss his cheek as he takes your glass while passing by you, grabbing you a refill of your drink of choice and standing with his back to you at the bar, smiling up at the mirror that allows him to see you staring right at him from behind.
- He has no worry about losing you to another, knowing you well enough by now, but any little what-if gets clouded over by how you look at him, even when you think he can't see. Alpha-Beta adds it to the files, under that folder of reminders of how much you love him when he needs to remind himself.
JR Scheimpough:
- he’s whiny and pathetic — and you love him for it, the way he’s just a little bit of a bitch — but there are some things he just won’t stand for, like seeing others try and take what’s his. Including you. That man’s backbone has never been more prominent than in those moments, and he uses all of those well crafted aspects of speech and persuasion he’s accumulated over the years, and will indeed pick apart whoever it is with words until they’re nothing but bones.
- JR has a tendency to show you off, have you at his side and brag and boast about you and your talents, accomplishments, personality, and more. He doesn’t wield you like a trophy or a prize but rather pays tribute to you and presents you forth in front of others to illustrate just how much of a catch you are, and just how taken he is with you.
- so when a former colleague eyes you up and starts to lean in, JR abandons his conversation suavely and swiftly in order to weave through people to reach you. He slinks nearby, melting into crowds and peoples shadows while watching as this person tries to get closer to you. The moment he does see red is when their hand tries to touch you and you brush it away, stepping back, but they try to force their hands onto your waist.
- “There you are darling,” he spots the flicker in your eyes, noting the relief in your body and the way you immediately lean into him when he comes up, “was just talking about you to some coworkers over there then realized I had lost you — oh!” JR turns and addresses the person before the both of you, doing that salesman grin and extending his hand. “Hello, I didn’t recognize you for a second, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” JR segways brilliantly, an arm wrapped around your waist low and comfortable and he feels you press at his side, seeking him out and he wishes he came around sooner or just hung around you the whole night.
- the two stare each other down as JR shakes their hand, smiling in a grin that seems earnest yet as fake as the pristine demeanors and character junior league women have with their pearls and prejudice. “Pleasure to see you — lovely partner you’ve got, how long have you two been together? You can wink if you want out.” They chide, nodding at you and mocking your very real relationship, and both JR’s grip on your waist tightens as does your grip on the back of his jacket, gut already at a low and continuing to plummet the longer you’re around the person before you.
- “For a while now, several years actually.” JR responds first, nodding down to you and catching your eye, getting a small yet truly earnest smile out of you, him matching before glowering at the person before you. “Our anniversaries in about a month or so.” He adds, patting your waist affectionately in a blatant look what you’ll never get to touch moment.
- “Oh congratulations then, best of luck you two.” They say before departing, disappearing into the crowd and you breathe an audible sigh of relief which JR feels responsible for, smoothing his hand over your rib cage and kissing at your temple, “M’sorry I wasn’t here, wish I could off that fucker.”
- “there’s always the assassination button.” You muse idly, letting him hold you close and smiling against his lips when he leans in to kiss you, eagerly meeting his touch and wrapping an arm around his neck to lace over his shoulder, lingering as he makes all the occupants in the room disappear, just him and you in a moment.
- “have I mentioned how much I love you and the way you think?” JR jokes, squeezing at your side and eliciting a little chirp he grins against, mouth ghosting over yours in a blatant, overly intimate display of affection. You shake your head, blinking at him beneath lashes and he watches as your grin forms, the hand at his back splaying across his shoulder while the other plays with the hair at the nape of his neck, sending a shudder rolling through his spine all the way down to the tailbone.
- “you may have said something, but I’m more than open to hearing more from you, if that’s quite alright Mr. Scheimpough?” Teasing, you slide the hand over his shoulder and to rest on his chest to tug at his tie, feeling him melt under your touch and his body turning to moldable clay, ready for the heat of your touch to break him or make him. “There’s nothing I’d like more.” JR breathes, hand in hand as he lets you lead him out the building towards home, or more likely, the back of the car.
Gigi Thompson:
- you think she’s gotten to where she is while letting insecurities bloom? No way. But she will cut a bitch should they touch what’s hers. Gigi doesn’t like feeling lesser than anyone, and she knows she isn’t, she’s incredible at her job and immensely talented, creative, cunning, and drop dead gorgeous. It’s why she holds you so highly in respect with how you’re all that and more. Which is why she’s the only one who gets to have you.
- The two of you had went out, finally managing a date night after a series of cancelled plans from work hijinks and shenanigans, finding yourselves at a club and hidden away in corners and booths all to your lonesome, Gigi working her magic to get you into all the hottest and most lucrative places. You had finished your glass and saw she was about to finish hers, offering to head to the bar to get refills and kissing her in a brief little see you later kiss, feeling her gloss transfer and glitter slide upon your mouth. She thinks it’s a look.
- upon making your way to the bar, you skirt through bodies of people and finally make it, waiting for the bartender to make their way through and finally reach you. You reorder Gigi’s drink and get some ice water for yourself, feeling a bit hot in the packed room. While waiting on Gigi’s drink, you sip away at your own and lean against the bar, throwing Gigi a wink from across the floor which she rolls her eyes at, smiling regardless and sending her own back.
- Gigi’s drink takes a while, one of the liquor bottles empty and another bartender needs to step away and pull out a bottle from the back. You wave a hand, smiling and assuring it’s fine, giving basic courtesy. Now sitting at the bar, you pull out your phone and respond to a few texts idly, looking up when someone talks to you, an “Excuse me?” makes you Loft your head up to find someone standing beside you, looking at you expectantly.
- “Hello?” You offer, brows furrowed and eyes squinted, confused and a bit irritated already. “Oh — you didn’t hear me then. I just asked what your name was.” You just stare, dead into this poor fuck’s soul and blink, sipping at your drink. Refusing to speak, you just glare and wait for them to leave you be so you can grab your girlfriends drink and return to her side. “Okay, so no to that then.” They trail off, sitting beside you and ignoring the blatant hints you keep dropping about wanting to be left the fuck alone.
- “So, what brings you here?” Comes their latest attempt at prodding you to speak more, their head tilted and mouth smiling, assuming you’ll give in and just tell them all about yourself. Fuck that. “Damn, what’s got you all bent out of shape? Here to nurse a breakup or some shit?” Your eyes lower to slits, glaring harshly ahead at the mirrored reflection of the bar towards the persons head, wishing you could make their skull explode with your mind.
- at another silence, they seem to get fed up, growing irritated and irate. “Oh c’mon, how stuck up are you?” Your eye twitches. “Can’t even respond—“ They’re cut off, and you feel a familiar weight lay across your shoulder and Gigi’s perfume meets your nose. You grin at the bastard across from you, knowing his fate has now been decided by a much more merciless and cutthroat person than yourself.
- “Can’t you even take a hint, with your pathetic nosy ass trying to play twenty questions with a taken person.” Gigi drawls, nails drumming against your shoulder and you peer up at her, pressing a kiss to her cheek as she pauses for the drama of it all — god you love this woman. “Move on, you waste of actual air and space, before I shove my fresh manicure down your throat and extricate that useless spine of yours and make it a backscratcher.”
- as expected, they leave, rapidly in fact and abandoning a wallet you loot and steal the ID from, passing it to Gigi who places a call to get the shithead disappeared. She sits and takes their seat at the bar, her purse and your things in hand as she places a hand on your thigh comfortingly, thumb rolling circles and shapes into you. “You okay?” She asks softly, meeting your eyes and you smile, patting her hand and squeezing it once, twice. “I’m fine, and besides, it was fun watching you. Look so hot doing that.”
- Gigi beams, laughing as she rests her elbow against the bar, cheek in her palm as she stares at you, her other hand on your thigh still and tracing shapes idly, just glad to be close to you and keep you close. “It’s better than when you let me grab drinks, you knocked some random fucker out last time.” She starts, smirking at your sudden frustration that she evokes. “Hey! You know that dim-dicked motherfucker deserved it — and how was I supposed to know his cheek couldn’t handle my fist through it.”
- you’re about to justify your actions when Gigi’s drink is finally poured before you both, slid into her awaiting hands and you lose track of thought once you see her take it in hand and the slow drag of her throat as she swallows a sip, the print of her lipstick against the glass. “Fuck — what was I saying.” You burst out, brows furrowed again in honest confusion and she laughs, squeezing your thigh, and you realize you honestly couldn’t care less.
Andre Lee:
- there’s two sides to the jealousy, proudly watching as you dismiss people and their attempts at sweeping you off your feet and pointing to him wherever he is with an earnest grin and wave, him waving back being fully assured that you’re his and his alone.
- there’s the additional side that’s possessive as hell and knows you’re a catch, and Andre’s insecure and doesn’t want to lose one of the best things that’ve ever happened to him. So the second he can, he pulls you aside to fuck you like a jackrabbit in the nearest room and make sure whichever person — or people — that were interested get to hear you cry out for him as he brings you to the brink of orgasm over and over, the only one getting to see you like that and taste so good on his lips.
- Andre’s in the middle of conversing with Gigi and Brett across the room and see some little shit try and slide up while you’re alone, watching as your smile grows awkward and eyes scan for him, then secure on the person before you as you scoff at something and close down your body language. Your back straightens and eyes dim to leers as you stare down the person before you, and Andre’s already biting his lip while Brett catches he’s not paying attention, turning his head to his line of sight and clueing in Gigi, who both roll her eyes and smiles while taking a sip of her cosmo.
- “Go on and save them before they break that bitches neck,” Gigi suggests, smiling and promoting Brett to nod along, smiling too. Andre just shakes his head a fraction, a small grin of his own on as he finishes the end of his drink, tossing out the cup before nodding his head in your general direction.
- “But where’s the fun in that — just wait a sec’ then they’ll ditch ‘em. That’s when I come in.” Andre muses, already excited and thrumming for what’s to happen next, the routine so constant he’s nearly blessed with a Pavlovian response in how he knows what’s to occur soon. He can practically taste you on his lips anyhow, and he’s jittery, like a wound up toy aching to be let go to putter around.
- and they all watch as, sure enough, you send the poor bastard with their tail tucked between their legs and scurrying away, ego and pride demolished in your presence as you brandish a evil little smirk and swipe your lips across the edge of your glass and finish it. Andre rolls his sleeves with an equally evil little giggle before he approaches, watching as you lick up a stray drop from your beverage away as it lingered at the bottom of your lip, turning to him with a pouty mouth and lidded, heady eyes.
- “and there you are.” You marvel, adjusting so he can sit at the bar stool beside you and lean in close, placing a brief, take peck at your lips that you cast aside in efforts to bite at his mouth, letting him taste your drink off your tongue. “Julep?”
- “close, was a mojito.” You chime, nose nudging his in a disgustingly cute manner before you lean back, lips glossed now in his spit. He loves how it looks on you. “Nice try though.” You murmur, sparing him a glance as you fish out bills from your wallet and pay your shared tab, smacking his hand away when he tries to pay — you nearly growl and he tries so hard not to laugh.
- as you paid, Andre turns and locks eyes with the fucker that tried to talk you up and flips him off with a cheery, eat shit smile before you can turn around. He feigns nonchalance but you see through it anyhow, shoving your receipt in the bag and taking his hand before walking out to the exit hall and quickly drag him into the bathrooms — slinking in and dragging him by his tie as you step backwards so he presses you against the sink.
- Andre helps you up, mouthing at your jaw as you paw and nudge at his belt, managing to unbuckle it as his slide your own bottoms down and underwear too, teasing you with eager hands as you moan out, head angled and resting against the mirror. He works quickly, shucking his pants down to his mid thighs where they bunch so he can fuck his fist then grind against you, sending your belly clenching and hips swiveling, eager for friction.
- and if that poor bastard happened to try and use the restroom, peek in just a fraction, they’d see Andre jackhammering into you and his bright, devilish smirk meet their eyes in the mirror reflection. His form covered the expanse of yours, keeping you covered but leaving your face exposed, eyes wide shut as you cry his name and praise him and his skill over and over, turning into a puddle from his ministrations and sending the bastard running — Andre considers it a win.
recent brett post inspired me to think abt my very creative insidejobsona and then inspired this request; early relationship brett x reader in which reader is an artist but is a bit reserved about their work, somehow brett ends up finding their stash of drawings of him (i love this trope no matter how cliche it is) and just reactions to that bonus points for very flustered reader !!
cliche tropes are my absolute favorite, here you are anon!!
Brett Hand X Artist S/O
- man, he gets it. he’s pretty self conscious about his creations too, but he really had been wondering what lurked in your sketchbook. you carried it around with you everywhere, and he swore every-time the two of you talked you’d be sketching in it.. and as he flipped through the pages of the very used booklet, he couldn’t help but glow, grin and all. the majority of the more recent pages were covered in doodles of him.
- his thumb traced the pencil-worn paper. careful to not smudge any of your work. why had you hid this for so long? he had known you were an artist, from the pieces he’d seen before, but these were extraordinary. his eyes only left the colorful pages when he looked to find you, standing in the doorway of your office.
- “love!” he chirped before scrambling up to his feet, he held the sketchbook in hands that practically doubled it in size, and even then managed to hold it in the most gentle grip you’d seen.
- “i’m sorry, I stopped by to take you out to lunch- I wanted to surprise you.” he explained, his voice shaky, from what you assumed was a bit of both embarrassment and excitement. he gestured back to the book, “I found it on your desk.”
- your first reaction was embarrassment of your own, your face flushed with it as you walked into the room, letting the door click closed behind you. “i’m sorry, I know I probably seem like a bit of a stalker. they’re really..-”
- “amazing! honey, these are beautiful. you got every detail, this is pure talent!” he mused, and didn’t hesitate to rush to sweep you up in a hug, the book pressed against your back.
- before you could react, you were wrapped in his arms. after a few seconds you returned it shakily, having expected a much different outcome.. “really?” You muttered, resting your head on his shoulder.
- “love, of course. you’re so talented! practically the next van gogh!.. without the.. mental health issues part..” his tone faltered, and he parted from the hug only to cup your cheeks in his palms. “you mean the world to me, and anything you do? is part of that.”
do you write for multiple characters at once? liek simple headcannons but w a few characters included? if not just ignore this but if you do what about ron, brett, and / or andre (feel free to pick who u wanna write for lol) with a Short™️ reader ? i really love what you've posted so far :P
I do! of course, and thank you!!
I’m including height headcanons for everyone too.
Brett Hand
- brett stands at around 6′2″ or 74 inches. he’s the second tallest of the three, but has always been a little intimidated by anyone taller than him. so he mentions it less than ron does.
- the type of man to buy you stools for your kitchen if he see’s you struggling to get anything. he won’t even mention it to you, but some days you randomly notice a lot of unannounced furniture. if he see’s something starting to wear or tear, he’ll just get you a new one. call him irresponsible with his money all you want, he just wants to make things easier for you.
- oh the hugs are supreme. whether he’s checking in on you at work or simply just gotten home, draping his arms across your waist and hugging you from behind, to his chest has to be one of his favorite things. you could practically use him as a pillow and he’d still just be happy to have you with him.
- would not hesitate to pick you up if needed. piggy back rides? he’s literally built for it, need to grab something high up? he’s right there without a second thought. he does tend to lay out his house a bit differently when the two of you start dating, if he knows you’ll be over he sets out any coffee supplies you could need on his counter so you don’t have to stress over it in the morning.
- he does worry though, he knows you can take care of yourself but, if someone hurt you, especially while he wasn’t there, he couldn’t live with himself. just a little more cautious about your safety, (will splurge on any self defense tool you could ask for) he will not hesitate to get weirdly protective the second someone so much as looks at you wrong.
- will occasionally call you short or shorty, but if he ever sensed it making you uncomfortable he’d stop. if he knows you well enough, he’s able to read you like a book. very hypervigilant.
Ron Staedtler
- ron is definitely the tallest of the three at a staggering 6′4″ or 76 inches. he’s also definitely the one that mentions it the most. he’s used to being the tallest person in the room, but he is such a tease.
- this man spends most of his time with you in his arms in some form or another. pda is already a strong-suit of his. leaning his head on your shoulder while you’re working? his fingers laced with his or his arm snaked around your shoulder? he loves it. can’t get enough of it.
- definitely holds stuff above your head, waits for you to reach up and kisses you when you do. that’s practically his favorite move, and he pulls it off quite well every-time. he’s a pain in the ass but he really does love you..
he does get over affectionate sometimes, so prepare to be occasionally smothered in pecks.
- will just grab stuff off shelves for you if needed, don’t think you won’t get a chuckle or two out of him as he does though. (if you get tired of his shenanigans and climb on the counter though he’ll cheer you on regardless)
- i’d say you get scary dog privileges but he’s more mildly concerning if anything. that being said if anyone ever tried to mess with you, they can prepare for an awful surprise when he stumbles upon it. he’s a nice guy but he knows how to kick some serious ass.
- very soft, will spoon the living hell out of you, (and doesn’t really have a preference between big spoon or little spoon) on one hand being coddled does feel pretty nice, and the other, he gets to wrap around you.. win win.
Andre Lee
- andre is our shortest member of the three, at 5′9″ or 69 inches, 😌 this only means that he isn’t used to people being much shorter than him in relationships, which means he’ll definitely notice it more.
- he finds he actually does like being the taller one, but he is not nearly as showoffish as ron. if he sees you struggling to reach something? he’ll grab it for you. it was originally how the two of you met, you were struggling to grab a coffee cup from the top shelf of one of the cognito kitchens, and he noticed. not wanting to be awkward he grabbed it and delivered it to your desk.. than realized he made it a bit more awkward.
- prepare for a lot of time spent with his head resting on yours, especially if he's tired. he falls asleep holding you a lot ( otherwise he tends to have trouble staying asleep) usually leaving you half awake and tangled in limbs. not that you really mind it.
- might crack a few more jokes about it if he’s high, but he usually has a higher standard for humor than that, (absolute lie, if you so much as say ball around him he’ll giggle like a mad man) bad habit. if anyone else ever jokes about it though prepare to be lectured, only he can make fun of his s/o
- would not hesitate to provide you platforms or heels if you were insecure (or dysphoric) about your height, but he thinks it’s just a part of you and won’t hesitate to remind you of that. prepare for him bragging over his perfect partner anytime you mention feeling insecure.
- he’s just stupid in love with you, your height will never change that. <3
Contains: fem!reader, hair pulling, cock warming, degrading, making out, oral sex (fem receiving.) Gramatical mistakes (did not read through this so this is coming from my mind RAW) lingerie, nsfw shit lol.
• Reagan gets wet really easily. You found this out the day you two…
…were making out in her lab, hands all over each-other and you pinning her against the door. Your knee came up to Reagan’s crotch to which she immediately begin grinding on it, small groans of pleasure cascading out of her lips. You watched intently as her already wet panties darkened with more of her essence, the black fabric stuck to her pussylips and outlining that beautiful shape.
When you and Andre begun dating he let it slip that he wanted you to sit on his face. When you finally let him, he eat like it’s his final meal. Andre whimpers, bucking his hips and murmuring about how much he loves how you taste, coaxing a string of moans as he sucks on your puffy clit. You swear to the heavens that he’s dying down there but when you try to give him some air he whines and immediately pulls you back down, tongue darting at your folds.
I know I said I don’t write dom!characters but I genuinely do not see Gigi being a sub. Gigi is a hair puller, if you’re eating her out and break eye contact she’ll pull on your hair and make you look at her. If you’re bratty she will not hesitate to call you out, she’ll edge you till no tomorrow.
Ron is like, really into cockwarming. After a long day at work he wants nothing more than to be with you, so when you suggested cockwarming he immediately said yes. Steadying your hands on his broad chest you slowly sank down on his cock. Relishing in the way he filled you up to well, how the girth stretched your weeping hole. Ron on the other hand was seemingly in another world. His calloused hands gripped your hips and he resisted the urge to not thrust up and start fucking you right then and there. Ron took in a breath and rested his forehead on your shoulder, mumbling a soft ‘thank you’ as muscular arms enveloped you in an embrace. You still giggled at how he hissed when you moved on him slightly.
Being in a relationship with both Ron and Brett means a lot of cuddling and one if not both of them getting aroused. It’ll always start off the same way, Brett and Ron will mumble something to eachother before eventually attacking you with kisses from both sides, and having two beautiful men on both your sides means you cave in pretty quickly. They’ll drive you mad; they’ll toy and pull at your nipples, gently rub your clit while another one (most times it’s Ron) will squeeze your ass.
Gigi is very much into buying you lingerie. She’ll mail it to your house, leaving a suggestive little note inside the box. It’s a huge turn on if you’re willing to model for her which only lasts a few moments before she pounces on you.
JR is a total bitch and he wants- no- needs you to put him in his place. Make that s.o.b get on his knees and eat you out from underneath the desk, be real mean about it to. “Look at how pathetic you are…” You whispered to which JR whined against your clit. He tongued at it faster, palming himself through his pants. All his life he was used to getting what he wanted, that was until he met you. You’d deny his orgasms, deny the ability to touch you all together whenever he was acting spoiled. He couldn’t even make it two days before he humping your leg, grinding his bulge against you while begging you to make him feel good.
tummy feeling massive butterflies swirling around rn…… ,,,,
.,,,,, i’m sorry if this is impolite to ask, but if you wouldn’t mind…. ,,,, um, just like, maybe perhaps possibly writing at least a little more of this kind of scenario/vibe again, i would literally do anything to show my appreciation…………
- leonspuppy ( 〃．．) <333333333
COULDN’T WAIT FOR ME? — leon s. kennedy x afab!reader
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— WARNINGS : smut - so 16+ (please), reader humps pillow, leon catches them, reader gets called puppy/pup (i’m obsessed ik) proofread only once (shocker!)
— NOTE : hi anon! sorry that this is really short :[ i hope this fits the vibe you were going for! hope you enjoy! feedback and reblogs are always appreciated! requests are open!
you knew this was wrong.
leon would be home any minute now but you couldn’t wait for him anymore. your movements were growing sloppy as your hips rutted against your pillow.
the fabric of the pillowcase dragging against your clit sent waves of pleasure over you. you were so entranced, so focused on reaching your release that you didn’t hear the front door opening and closing, nor did you notice the figure standing in the doorway.
“enjoying yourself?” your head snapped at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice. you hadn’t seen him in weeks. he had left a note on your bedside table, only containing two sentences. ‘work needs me, i’ll let you know when i’m on my way back home. i love you :)’
upon receiving the message on your phone of his soon arrival, it was as if every emotion had hit you like a truck, clearly proven by your now frozen frame, hovering over the pillow.
“leon—”
“oh no. don’t stop on my account. you just couldn’t wait for me, could you, puppy? it seems like that pillow is doing a much better job than i ever could.” he shrugs his shoulders, stepping further into your shared bedroom.
“lee.. that’s not true.” you were panting, the chase of your high slowly diminishing. leon makes himself comfortable against the wall, his eyes moving down to your bare frame before snapping back to your eyes. he uncrosses his arms, pointing towards the pillow.
having rlly bad period cramps rn & thinking ab how leon would take such good care of u when ur on ur period :((
i’m so sorry to hear that, lovey. i suffer from awful cramps as well. i hope you feel better soon! <3
PERIOD — leon s. kennedy x afab!reader
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— WARNINGS : none! just a bunch of fluff !
but yes, leon truly is the best!
he has learned what every single whine, grunt, or motion of your arms mean when it comes to your time of month.
that little whimper you let out when you get too uncomfortable, the hiss you let out as you lean over, clutching your hands to your lower stomach as a cramp passes through. his favorite though? when you just straight up stick your arms up when you want something.
it usually ends up being you wanting to cuddle him. he’ll spoon you, running his rough fingers through the hairs on your head or rubbing your hips, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
he knows what brand of products you use, only because he knows what color box to buy, but that’s besides the point!!
the second he sees that you’re running low on anything, whether that be menstruation products, the horse pills you take to alleviate the pain or your favorite snacks, you best believe he’s running out the door, speeding on his bike to the nearest grocery store.
he never makes you feel gross or ashamed about your period. past male friends or lovers often made a face of disgust at the mention of your menstruation. but not leon, never leon. if anything, he’ll frown, eyes full of sympathy as he pulls you into a hug.
“let me take care of you then, alright? i got ya, sweetheart.”
even when you’re not on your period, you never have to lift a finger when you’re with leon, so when it’s time for the red river to pass through? might as well stay in bed and let him dote on you, he won’t take no for an answer.
Summary: He looked like the prettiest angel. Pretty, wrecked angel.
Word Count: 1.4k
Tags: pwp, bottom leon, begging
A/N: i was drunk as hell when i wrote this, enjoy
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"Good boy, such a good boy, yeah?"
Leon might have actually been crying at that point, overwhelmed with the slow sweetness of your fingers deep inside of him, teasingly pushing on his sweet spot in a way that left him gripping at the sheets, trembling. Soft kisses were delicately placed on his collarbones, making their way up to his jaw where you pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the skin all while keeping up a steady rhythm with your fingers, fucking in and out of him.
It is endearing how he was already a mess with only your fingers, it is adorable really, how his face is a shade of pink that made him look so innocent. His pupils were blown wide, hair sticking to his forehead as his body was glistening with a thin layer of sweat. His cock is achingly hard between his trembling thighs, tip a shade of angry red, and leaking precum all over his stomach. Leon always looked pretty but now, laying on his back on the soft bed, he looked completely obscene, a whole mess yet still breathtaking. A piece of art for you to ruin and break more and more until you were satisfied.
But as you move in and out of his hole, picking up a faster pace, curling and shifting your fingers, Leon feels he might just go mad. More. He needs more.
He doesn’t have time to think much about it as you slip your wet fingers out of Leon’s hole and ignore the whimper he makes at the feeling of being suddenly empty. You are about to give him something much, much better.
"Come on," is all Leon manages. You hum and wipe your fingers on the cotton sheets. "Please."
"Please what?"
"Fuck me," he chokes out, hands clawing at his own inner thighs.
"I don’t know love, should I?" you murmur, tilting your head to the side in a fake act of innocence.
"Please. Want you, I need you." Leon pleads, whimpering when you slap his hands away.
And just like that, you slowly started sinking into Leon. The man breathed out, clenching his fingers around the sheets tightly, trying to focus on the sensations in his body. It was agonizingly slow, way too slow for someone as impatient as Leon.
"Are you okay?" You asked softly. Leon only managed a small nod, his mouth hanging open as you pushed deeper into him. He locked his legs around your waist, coaxing you to move closer, push deeper.
"You're being such a good boy for me," You cooed into his ear, hand reached up around his throat, gently giving a small squeeze that made Leon gasp softly. You leaned down to press your foreheads together, and suddenly Leon was flooded with emotions bursting up his chest, compressing his lungs and threatening to drown him.
"I love you, I love you." Leon sobbed pathetically.
He cries out when you pull out and slams back into him. "I love you too, so fucking much." Your hands took hold of Leon’s thighs, squeezing them while you left a tiny peck on Leon’s lips.
Soon enough, you started to move your hips, picking up a steady, deep pace. Thrusting so hard into Leon that it moves him up a few inches on the bed, the bed springs creaks as you pound into him roughly. You both are back in that headspace you missed so much. The one where you felt the need to take care of him and Leon let you because he needs it, wants it, craves it. You always knew how to make him feel good, to make him feel loved. Leon was obsessed with the thrusts of your hips and the warm feeling in his guts. The sound of skin slapping against skin and the harsh panting filling the room.
“Fuck,” he gasps, shaking with need, “Fuck, please.”
"I can’t believe you’re such a mess already, you’re just a slut aren’t you? Only wanting to be filled and fucked so good, taking everything I give you," you grazed your teeth against the tender skin of Leon’s neck before biting and sucking on the skin, making Leon whine and writhe beneath you.
"I asked you a question, answer me."
“Sorry,” he chokes out, “‘m sorry.” His voice sounds utterly wrecked even to his own ears, but you only chuckle, nipping at his jaw, sucking bruising kisses and fucking him so roughly, switching between slow deep thrusts and fast quick ones, rolling your hips experimentally. One of the numerous things you were good at, is fucking, making love, driving Leon completely insane, and leaving him addicted and crying for more. Snapping your hips and stretching your boyfriend so well, just the way he craved.
"Well, aren’t you the prettiest?" you chuckle. Leon grit his jaw as he attempts to swallow down his moans, a small whimper escaping but you kept fucking into him roughly, making the poor thing moan loudly, followed by a pathetic sob.
Loud moans were soon replaced with small high pitched ones from Leon. You lean over, until your chest is flush against Leon’s. Your lips press against the man’s ear, licking down the shell then taking his lobe between your teeth.
You press a soft but firm kiss to Leon’s lips. Running your hands up his waist and Leon giggles when you accidentally tickle him. You break the kiss, noses brushing against each other.
"I love you," you whisper, picking back your rough and fast pace.
"Please," he chokes out, rolling his hips the best he could to meet your thrusts, gasping and clawing at your back when your cock hits him just right to make him see stars for a split second. Leon panted heavily, shivering. You always thought Leon looked perfect like this, thoroughly, pathetically, unabashedly fucked out to the point where he can’t make a proper sentence. It is erotic, the way you can reduce this usually well spoken and strong man down to a babbling, moaning, and crying mess.
Leon was very vocal, it was actually surprising at first, to see someone like him having a hard time staying quiet when being pleasured, letting out the prettiest, most beautiful noises you ever heard. And he was trying, really, he was trying to keep it down sometimes. He’d snap his mouth shut anytime a whine got too loud, bite at his fist, focusing so deeply on keeping his sounds at a minimum. But it never worked, you loved hearing him, there's something primal, something dark and slightly possessive that makes you want to see Leon fall apart on your dick. Wants to hear him completely lose it.
He sobs from the intense pleasure, electricity shoots up his spine as you continue to thrusts relentlessly against that sweet spot, one of your hands sliding between your bodies to grip Leon’s sensitive flushed cock, jerking him off in time with your sharp thrusts.
"Please. Please, oh fuck, faster, I’m gonna-"
And then, much to his dismay, the movements stopped abruptly, making Leon whine pathetically.
"Already?" your voice was laced with fake surprise.
"No, no please don't stop!"
Tears started to form as he tried to fuck himself back on your dick. He wanted to come so bad, he needed it and he didn't care if he was acting a little bit like a brat, he wanted something so he's going to get it.
"Don’t be such a brat."
"Can I cum? Please?" he asks and you nod. It's such a sweet request, one that you cannot refuse even if you liked teasing. You hum, slapping Leon's thighs hard enough to leave faint pink handprints. He moves to grip his cock, and you pulls his hair hard. Leon thinks he sees stars for a split second.
And just like that, Leon was coming with a loud moan, his nails tearing into your shoulders, body shuddering, his back arching so prettily and his cock twitching, spurting out cum all over his chest.
Leon reached a trembling hand up the back of his neck and pulled you down into a bruising kiss, biting and licking at each other’s mouth, drinking the small broken moan coming from him when you slowly pulled out.
His face was flushed that soft pink colour you liked so much, his eyes shining with tears, hair stuck to his forehead and his soft lips were now bright red, some drool at the corners of his mouth.
He looked like the prettiest angel. Pretty, wrecked angel.
You’re both messy, sticky, and smelling of sex, but you don't care. Not when you are kissing, giggling, and teasing each other playfully. You laid kisses all over Leon’s body and face, brushing his hair out of his eyes. Soft praises after praises. You kissed again, and again.
This is so strange but im so tired of reader getting jealous of Ada.. what about reader being so confident in their relationship she just looks at Ada and her only remark is “cute dress. Where did you get it? Forever 21?”.
And man… LEON EATS THAT SHIT UP AND GETS SO!!!!!
just a quick disclaimer!! I love ada and me making it lil attitude and stuff doesn’t mean i hate herrr, loved this idea!!
It’s short and simple! But it was fun to write<3
Leon was beyond tired, his arms growing sore and his chest growing tight due to the fact that he still couldn’t find Ashley. His shoulder pushed the door in, a little cool air from the open window smacking him in the face causing him to hum as he walked to the back of the room, groaning at the sight of another puzzle piece of a door. He went to turn around but was rudely interrupted by the sound of a gun clicking.
“You can stop right there, Leon.”
Ada wong. Though she was beautiful, Leon’s anger towards her grew after finding out to much. Yet he willingly threw his gun to the ground, the noise being heard all the way from the hallway. Your ear was pressed against the thin wall of the room, your pistol in hand as you listened to the two bicker at each other before hearing the sound of Leon groaning and another gun dropping.
Ada had Leon’s knife in her hand, pressed at his throat with her sly little smirk. They must’ve not heard as you walked in the room, pulling at the safety of your gun, pointing it at the two.
Both of their eyes shooting to you. Leon didn’t know you’ve been following him, all the small things you’ve done to keep him and Ashley safe. Chris doesn’t know you left either, leaving a letter on his desk mentioning that you needed at least a week of vacation time.
A soft smile grew on your face as you tilted your head at the two, shooting the wood between the two allowing Ada to let go of your boyfriend.
“Ada, how have you been?”
Your voice was sarcastic as you kicked her gun further across the room, grabbing the knife from her hand and handing it back to Leon. Ada’s eyes rolled as she looked at you, then at her nails.
“Just surviving..”
Ada spoke as she looked you up and down, shrugging then looking at Leon.
“Wow Leon, you really did score didn’t you?”
You couldn’t help but laugh as you gripped at your gun harder, Leon now standing in full beside you.
“You look amazing, Ada. Still wearing that forever 21 outfit, no?”
Ada put her hands up, staring at you two in silence. Mentioning how you could just leave Ashley, then winking at Leon letting him know that he could definitely receive a better welcoming the next time she saw him before she walked out the wooden door.
Your gun rested down at your hip, pushing it into your holster before feeling Leon’s gaze on your neck, you turned to him, your hands reaching up to fix the belts across his chest.
“I knew I saw you, at the church.”
Leon spoke as he stared down at you, reaching to hold the back of your head before he kissed your forehead softly. He then groaned, reaching down tugging at his pants, making you stand back, laughing as your jaw slacked open.
“Leon Kennedy did me saving your life turn you on?”
You gasped as you reached to push in the finished puzzle of the door, Leon’s face growing red as he reached down, his hand smacking at your ass. You yelped swatting his hand away.
“We have things to take care of, Mr. Kennedy, let’s go find the presidents daughter, yes?”
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