[leonsbrat]

⊹ ❝ ݂ 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝓐𝐍𝐍𝐀 ⋮ a princesa made of﹙ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 ﹚!! she’s got a pretty set of french tips ‘n tiny overthinking habit. ࿐ ⊹ ׂ  ♡ ˖

𝓁uva❜s 𝓭eluxe 🪧 . . . leon kennedy’s brat baby! tattoos, lash clusters, skateboards, bedazzled tube tops, vanilla scented lip balm, ugg slippers, earth sign, black framed glasses, california born ⅋ raised.

꒰ ✧   𓈒 ୨୧ ⋮ 𝐢. archive 𝐢𝐢. boundaries 𝐢𝐢𝐢. visuals 𝐢𝐯. ( whispers ) 𝐯. bookshelf ◌ ❞ 𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝓔𝐍𝐃 . . !

[fridays13th]

and i better see alexa demie in more projects post euphoria like seeing her active on social media makes me so happy

[leonsleatherjacket]

nooo dont be so sad .... please... no.. dada...

[artemisuns]

benjamin poindexter the event you're about to be in season three...

[romanceslasher]

Price vs. Ghost Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 4

[leonsbrat]

hi anna ilysmmmm

hiiii my beloved 🤲🏼 i love u way more !

[leonsbrat]

༊࿐⠀ ׅ⠀ㅤ ¹⁸⁺ 𝓢imon 𝓡iley fucking you on a rooftop during a mission ₊ ˚ ⊹ 𝔀arnings. rough pronebone. dubcon. graphic depiction of violence. hair tugging. power dynamics. slight manhandling. ❛ 26 © 𝓵eons𝓫rat.

the mission is an agonizing slow burn. hours dragging on and spent in the same prone position on a gritty rooftop, the world reduced to the circular view through your scope. simon is beside you, a silent, hulking shadow meant to be your spotter. but you can feel his eyes on you, and they’re not watching the street below.

you’ve been in this position for so long your muscles ache, but the tight fit of your cargo pants as you lie on your stomach is apparently doing something for him. you can feel the heat of his gaze burning into your ass, a tangible weight. you hear the soft rustle of gear, the subtle shift of his body closer to yours on the rough surface.

a rough, gloved hand lands on your hip, not to steady you, but to hold you in place. it’s a silent question you’ve both answered a dozen times before. you don’t move from your scope, but you feel the air shift as he unbuckles his belt, the rasp of his zipper a deafening sound in the tense quiet. his hand moves to the front of your pants, popping the button with practiced ease before dragging the zipper down. he pushes the rough fabric of your pants and underwear down your thighs, exposing you to the cool night air.

you don’t flinch when you feel the blunt, wet head of his cock pressing against you. he doesnt waste a second, just shoves himself inside, a slow, thick stretch that makes your whole body clench. he’s so fucking big, a heavy, aching fullness that immediately starts to throb deep inside you.

“focus,” is all he grunts, his voice a low, gravelly rumble right next to your ear. it’s an order. stay on target.

he starts moving, and it’s all so raw. a hard, messy rhythm that slams you into the cold concrete with every thrust. the wet, sloppy sound of his hips hitting your ass fills the air, a disgusting, perfect counterpoint to the quiet phut of your silenced rifle. your body is jerked forward with every single thrust, the recoil from your own shots a dull thud against your shoulder in comparison. his gloved hands grip your hips, holding you down, using your own body as leverage to drive himself even deeper.

you spot quick movement. a tango rounding the corner. you adjust your aim, the crosshairs wobbling for just a second as simon’s cock rams deep right into your cervix, a bruising impact that sends a shockwave of pure, painful pleasure right to your brain. your vision whites out for a second, a hazy, pleasure-fucked blur. you squeeze the trigger. the body drops.

his pace gets rougher, sloppier. he’s fucking you like he’s trying to leave a mark on your cervix, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. you can feel his sweat dripping onto your back, hot trails that snake down your skin, mixing with the grime on your gear. his dick is just a thick, penetrating presence inside you, relentlessly pounding that same spot until you’re sure you’ll be sore on the inside. a low, aching throb starts deep in your gut, a constant reminder of how completely he’s filling you, stretching you past your limit.

he lets out a rough grunt, the sound muffled by his mask, and his thrusts get frantic. he’s close. his hand comes up, slamming your head down for a few brutal thrusts, his gloved fingers fisted at the base of your skull as he grinds your cheek into the gritty roof. the second his hand moves back to your hip for more leverage, you wrench your head back up, pressing your eye to the cold rubber of the scope just in time. another tango. you quickly line up the shot, your whole body shaking from the force of his fucking. you fire. the enemy falls just as simon finally goes over the edge, a ragged, choked-off noise torn from his throat right against your neck.

he gives one last, impossibly deep thrust, holding himself there as his hot cum floods your womb, a thick, scalding release that makes your orgasm crash over you in a wave of static. for a second, he’s jus still on top of you, his ragged breaths ghosting over your skin.

then he pulls out in one slick, wet motion, the feeling of emptiness almost as shocking as the feeling of being filled. you hear the rasp of his zipper, the click of his belt. you manage to pull your pants up, your hands shaking slightly as you fasten the button and zipper.

you look back through your scope, scanning the empty street.

“street’s all clear,” you murmur into your comms, your voice surprisingly steady.

“good work,” he replies from beside you, his voice nothing but cold, flat professionalism. as if the last few seconds never happened.

𝓫efore 𝔂ou 𝓰o . . . i’ve decided to get back on my cod grind after seeing the mw4 trailer + i loooove simon’s left arm sleeve tat like its sooooo sooo attractive.

[leonsbrat]

if u get a ★★★★★ in ur inbox it means ur moot appreciates u, and your efforts in the community !!!!! send this to 10 mutuals to continue the love 🤍🤍 !!!

so hey i love u like so bad 🤍 my pretty princess!

[faustique]

healing means losing the identity built around your pain

[pussymargiela]

[leonsbrat]

this is how i see gatita <3

[macabrevampire]

i think avoiding everything is going to save me for real this time

[ashlingmizuoka]

DEAN WINCHESTER

Supernatural | S4 EP11 : Family Remains

[fwizard]

all i need is a sweet treat. and six thousand dollars

[elliesmoth]

He's so beautiful, I can't

[leonsbrat]

⠀༊࿐⠀ ׅ⠀ㅤ 𝓡𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄❜𝐒 𝓓𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐘 ֹ ꦿᩙ ✿

𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 📄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : what to know about the rookie.

# 𓂃˖ subject [ 𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐙𝐘 ]

…psych eval says she’s stable, but her primary coping mechanism appears to be nothing but nonstop chatter and about the structural integrity of her french-tipped acrylics. she’s a tactical paradox; somehow passed marksmanship with flying colors, yet will trip over air while telling you about it. pairing her with agent kennedy was certainly… a choice. he looks at her like he’s deciding whether to shoot her or file a formal noise complaint with the higher ups...

the silence is your enemy. you fill it with anything and everything! observations about the peeling paint, questions about his past he’ll never answer, a story about that one time you tried to dye your hair pink and it turned a weird shade of orange. you talk because if you stop, the fear gets too loud.

your off-duty wardrobe is your personal rebellion. it’s packed with trendy, hyper-feminine pieces! think matching iamgia sets in shades of pink, cute mini dresses, and low-rise jeans that you pair with butterfly clips. you cling to this bright, playful aesthetic because the world outside, and the job you've chosen, is so relentlessly dull and gray.

you can’t wear your favorite clothes in the field, but two things are non-negotiable: your nails and your bracelet. you always have a fresh set of long, squared french acrylics! sometimes classic, sometimes with a tiny hand-painted heart. and you never take off the silver charm bracelet that belonged to your sister, the quiet jingle a constant reminder of why you fight.

you see older!agent!𝓁𝑒𝑜𝓃 as a challenge. a sad, handsome, grumpy man who just needs someone to make him smile. you’re convinced that underneath all the tactical gear and trauma is someone who could be kind, if only someone tried hard enough. you haven’t yet learned that trying is the most dangerous thing you can do.

you’re not clumsy… you’re just… spatially unaware sometimes! you’ll trip over a root or rock while telling a story, get your pack snagged on a doorframe because you were looking at your reflection, or drop a magazine while reloading because you got distracted. each time earns you a glare that could freeze hell over.

for all your chatter and the way you fuss over the black leather shoulder bag you salvaged on a mission, you’re a pretty damn good shot. you passed every qualification with flying colors. when the time comes, your hands are steady and your aim is true. it’s this strange, jarring competence that confuses him and, on some level, is the only thing that keeps you alive. you’re an anomaly he can’t quite figure out.

his anger is terrifying. it makes your breath catch and your heart hammer in your chest. but a small, stupid, traitorous part of you finds it thrilling. when he pins you down on some type of surface and his voice drops low with a threat, you’re just as likely to get wet as you are to cry. you hate that about yourself.

you crave his attention like a drug. a compliment is impossible, but a sharp command, a rough hand on your arm, even a furious glare! it’s proof that you exist. it’s proof that he sees you. so you keep pushing, keep talking, keep being you, waiting for the inevitable explosion because the silence that follows is the only time you feel like he’s truly focused on you.

˖ 𝓚𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝓤𝐏 𝓦𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝓣𝐇𝐄𝐌 ⊹  𑄽꣒ put you in your place 𑄽꣒ pushing all his buttons 𑄽꣒ like a shot to the chest 𑄽꣒ soundproof walls

𝓒𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ˖ [ to be 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 when a new fic drops. ]

𝓓𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 ˖ [ the photos used are solely for aesthetic purposes and has nothing to do with your features or attributes, it is an au for YOU and i want it to be as inclusive as always. ] ✶ 𝓣𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝓓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝓑𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝓣𝐎 : @/suupersonic.

[leonsbrat]

this is actually insane. thank u so much, angel muffins! 🫶🏼

[seriously-dude-what-the-hell]

DEAN WINCHESTER in one random episode per day ▸ 035 /364 01.17 HELL HOUSE