I want Brian when he's tired from a long day.
like picture him laying in bed all sprawled out and sleepy. You climb onto the bed and straddle his lap. He looks at you through half-lidded eyes when he's too comfortable to make any stupid jokes. "Be good now.." He mutters, you don't hear him and instead just focus on how cute he looks.
He's just your Brian.
In just the spare pajama pants he leaves in your drawers just in case, your hands trail up his shirtless torso. His voice is a warning when he mumbles out your name, your hands moving slower towards his pants hem. His blonde happy trail a perfect path for your eyes to follow down. You're feeling his reaction as your seat presses harder into you.
He smiles, watching your hips work against him. One hand behind his head to give him a more comfortable look, the other on your upper thigh playing with the lace on your very little panties. You drive him crazy the further your hands move down.
Without much thought, you're rising up to move lace off to the side as he's lazily pulling his cock out of the buttoned crotch in his pajamas. "So eager.." Brian smirks as he returns his hands to your hips.
His tip nudges between your folds, slick coating his shaft as you prepare yourself. Your pussy basically begging to take him in, you whine. Brian is always so bossy, he can't even let you take control for a second. In his mind, even if he was exhausted, you were still his girl. He couldn't just let you do all the work.
Finally pushing in, his cock stretches you to fit. Your walls contracting around him, it's always so hard to think straight when you fuck. "You good, baby?" Brian loves to act all cool, but the blush on the tips of his ears site an inner struggle. "...mmhm..." You try to respond, but a soft moan creeps out.
It always takes you a second to adjust before you can start moving.
Once you start slowly bouncing on his lap it's over. As if something switched in his brain, he's throwing his head back. "Fuuckk.." His hands firmly on you, trying to move you faster. "Gh..God Damn..." He chokes out when you do your best to speed up.
His hips buck up, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. Tightening more than he thought he could handle.
Through your incoherent babbles, you fold onto him. Pressing against his chest, face buried in his neck while you keep trying to move. Thankfully your boyfriend is strong. His grip on you helping him guide your rhythm. "C-C'mon, 'm so close..." Brian whispers between his grunts of effort, you nod weakly.
Of course you listen, because this loops back to your first task. Making Brian feel good. Pushing yourself up, you start riding again. Each slam down met with skin, he's basically done by the third pump inside.
You shudder while he fills you, nails dig into his forearms while you ride out the rest of your own climax. Brian just keeps his eyes on you. The gap in his teeth peeked between his cracked lips.
A sly smile splitting on his face, "Round two?" He offers.
You smile, tired. "..Of course, Bri..." You'd do anything for him, after all.
Brian and Tim would share everything. We all know this.
I'd be more than happy climbing into bed with Tim and ending up pressed between the two. Letting them feel all over me, undress me, use me, because I'm theirs.
Brian getting jealous if I'm not spending enough time with him? I'd gladly make it up to him by getting on my knees to beg for forgiveness. Tim could even force my head down lower on Brian's cock, my hand trailing behind me to palm his erection through his jeans. I just need to make them both happy, and it's all thats on my mind.
My mouth swapping between both of them. I'm trying so hard to make them finish at the same time, because I'm their good girl.
When they both cum across my face I'd be the happiest pet. Their tastes mix on my tongue to make my favorite flavor. My pussy is dripping on the floor while I rub against my heel for any bit of relief.
Of course they notice. They're so fond of me, how could they let me grind against something that wasn't either of them. I'm well taken care of, and they wouldn't have it any other way.
original female character x ticci toby / tim wright / brian thomas
content . . . bad decisions due to headaches, anxiety & paranoia, trusting weird guys once again, brian and tim are also weird, swearing, waffle joke bc im bringing it back
summary . . .
after a bad night and an even worse sleep ophelia wakes up with a splitting headache. with no choice but to call off work and go get some asprin, she runs into toby. after a few more bad choices toby's friends interrupt their trek into the forest.
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“You’re n-not alone.” Toby steps into the light. The mask is muffling his words, it’s hard to hear him.
Buzzing. It fills the air, she looks up to the glaring light above her. Moths swarm the heat, “They should really fix that light..” She mutters, and Toby laughs. Loudly and unashamed.
Ophelia watches him convulse from her comment, writhing in his joy. What should she even say? Toby sighs, and returns his gaze to her. “You a-aren’t alone, I-I’m here.” He raises a finger up and hooks it under his mask’s hem.
The buzzing is so loud, she’s flinching. It’s hard to even keep her eyes open, gasping from the pain.
The morning sunrise breaking through the closed shutters. She gasps awake, eyes wrenching open as she’s gripping her sheets. Panting like the wind had been knocked out of her, after finally catching her breath she looked around. “God damn..” Her voice is hoarse, softly rubbing slow circles into her temple.
Her head hurt.
Last night scared her enough fear to last till Halloween. Ophelia needed to go back to her normal. Washing her face in a scalding hot shower, just to feel the experience wash down the drain. Letting go of the weird stuff was difficult when her whole life was spent in a daze of bad experiences. She still had work to do, an 11-3 at the local theater for their rehearsal of Phantom of the Opera. It was hard to even imagine standing in the sound booth after last night, and her headache surely wouldn’t thank her for listening to amatuer singers try and hit high notes. She considered calling off before imagining sitting at home alone all day. Picturing where her mind would take her.
It was best to just try and ignore the anxiety eating away at her.
She thought it was an easy task till turning on the news while she made an easy breakfast.
A middle aged news anchor sat seriously at his desk, “A life tragically lost after a local gas station suffers at the hand of a serial arsonist? Let’s go to Brenda on the scene.” Ophelia felt the butter knife slip from her weak grip and clatter on the floor, but it barely registered. Brenda stood in front of the same gravel lot, the gas pumps untouched while the building charred and smouldered black behind it. Even on her small TV she could still see tire tracks pressed into the gravel, she wondered if they were hers.
“It seems that last night around midnight is when the fire started, as locals alerted authorities of the smoke. So far, there are no reported suspects, but there is evidence that someone was involv-” She scrambled for the remote, turning off the TV.
Ophelia didn’t think too much as she picked up her phone and called her manager. Explaining her night vaguely enough to get her the day off. Her head really hurt after the stress set in.
Breakfast didn't sound appetizing after watching the aftermath of her night.
It was just her luck that when she checked for any aspirin in her cabinets the bottle was sitting empty on the shelf. Probably just something she’d done during another one of her stress-induced headaches, she had no choice but to run to the pharmacy in town. She dressed in comfort, black sweatpants and a band tee that sat at the bottom of a drawer. It was the only thing that didn’t make her feel worse, even if she looked as bad as she felt. Dark circles under her eyes, clashed against pale skin. Hair pulled back into a high bun, she just couldn’t care. Even if she was at that burning pile, it wasn’t like she threw the match or anything. All she wanted was to put it behind her.
“You’re not alone.” Repeated in her mind, her dream now haunting her the same as last night.
Ophelia made sure her door was locked before turning to go down the stairs and to the parking lot. If Toby had followed her, which she really hoped wasn’t the case, she wasn’t just going to give him an open invitation into her home. Watching her feet as she walked down the stairs, she felt overly aware of everything around her. Even with her headache, the snap of a twig in the surrounding woods made her head turn to attention.
Stopping at the bottom of the stairs to watch the direction the noise came from, staring hard at the treeline.
When a doe crept from between the trees, she sighed. Shaking her head and finally making it to her car. Maybe she was going crazy, her paranoia was getting bad again. Ophelia knew she looked crazy to her downstairs neighbors with their habit of watching her through broken blinds.
Being the only store in town that sold anything you’d need in a medicine cabinet, it was pretty busy. The parking lot was mostly full of people making the same morning trip to get their errands done. Ophelia made her way inside, the radio playing the top 100’s softly under the general chatter from the aisles. Searching the sections, she eventually found the pain relief at the back corner.
Taking the bottles and examining the labels, comparing prices, Ophelia could barely read the brands with how her skull seemed to be vibrating. Almost buzzing under the pressure.
“Y-You should get t-this one.” An almost familiar voice brings her back from mindnumbing pain.
A skinny, gloved finger coming from the left of her is pointing at the pills in her right hand. She half expected to look up and see the matching mask, but instead a man with a taped bandage on his cheek smiling down at her. A mess of brown waves curling in front of his dark, deepset eyes. “M-My friend gets th-this one, I d-don’t know much about this stuff though.” He’s so casual, but she finally recognizes him.
“Toby?” Ophelia whispers, like anyone would look at the two and think of them as the gas station arsonists. Aside from his gaunt complexion, Toby just looked like a normal (slightly damaged) individual. Without the mask you’d never expect him to be a (possible) arsonist– and murderer by extension.
He smiles, looking down at the floor bashfully while rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t know if you’d even recognize me..” The smile still plastered on his face. Ophelia looked around, putting back the bottle that he didn’t recommend. “Y-You know I didn’t even t-think you’d be here today, I-I’m happy I ff-found you again..” Blush tinted the tops of his ears, Toby’s eyes drifted to her again with his hands now back in his hoodie pockets. He leaned against the racks while Ophelia stood in place, shocked.
“Were you searching for me or something?” She finally takes another step back, and he notices her mood finally. “No- N-No! I w-was just picking up a-a snack!” From his hoodie pockets he pulled two cheap, pre-packaged waffles. Ophelia was more confused on why he’d be admitting so openly to stealing.
She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. Toby hardly seemed like a threat, just a weird guy. “P-Promise I wasn’t f-f..followin’ you- I s-swear!” He twitches, seeming more freaked out about her possible fear of him than being caught stealing.
Ophelia sighs again, holding out her hand. “Give me those.” Toby shrinks, standing straight up. “I’ll buy them for you. Sorry…for assuming. You know what they say…” His tail untucked from between his legs and he seemed to be back to his previous mood. “Really?” Dark brown eyes now lit up, his smile a little bigger. She wasn’t the richest person, but the 4 dollar cost wasn’t that crucial to her survival. Plus, it’s not like he was chasing her with a knife or anything. She had no proof that he was behind the fire, he just happened to be standing near the fire.
–And not that she needed to rationalize it, but he was pretty cute without the mouthpiece.
He handed over the packaging, following her close through the store. Right behind her heels, she could feel him staring a hole through her. Standing eagerly by her side at the registers while the cashier kept his head down. Obviously unnerved by Toby’s general vibe, not that she blamed him. It was like having a guard dog in the form of a weird, broke guy.
After handing the cashier a ten, she took the bag and receipt to lead Toby along behind her.
Standing just outside of the doors, she rummaged through the plastic to find his ‘meals’. He bounced in place, “T-Thanks! I ssh-should go to the store with you more often!” Toby held onto them like it was some precious artifact, and she had to hold back her laughter. He really didn’t seem that bad. She almost felt bad pushing the blame onto him.
“I’m Ophelia- By the way. I don’t think I even introduced myself yet.”
He’s putting the food into their original home, his pockets. Grinning at her, “C-Can I show you something, Ophelia?” If this question had been asked to Ophelia from thirty minutes ago, she would’ve run screaming. She really wasn’t sure why she agreed in the first place.
He was missing a pre-molar tooth, had brown curly hair, freckles, and had a dimple on his un-bandaged cheek. She made a mental note of what to report to authorities as he led her on foot into the thicket behind the store. In case she made it out alive she needed to know these things.
“N-No one ever wants to hh..hang out with me! I’m gonna take you t-to my favorite-” A sudden twitch before he begins talking again, “M-My favorite spot!”
She couldn’t say that she was forced to go along, but it was just hard to say no to him. Ophelia was unnaturally interested in him, even past the lingering fear and anxiety. She was just happy the headache had stopped. Toby did most of the talking while they trekked through the trees. No path in sight, but he navigated without any issue. Ophelia just tried to focus on keeping up with him, and not falling flat on her face from the terrain.Everything looked the same to her, but he did say it was his favorite place. The soil spread from between rocks and grass, a hillside covered in thick moss tampered with their shoes, everything seemed so untouched.
She'd never been so deep in the woods before. Not that she could remember, at least.
Toby stopped at the edge of an exposed tree root. A few paces ahead of her, he was so much faster than she thought. When making it to his side, she realized just why he stopped. A drop down that seemed to be close to her height. She looked down at her cheap sneakers and wondered if they’d cushion her fall when she tripped down the steep drop.
Toby hopped down without a care, turning back to watch her do the same. After a moment of her hesitation, it looked like a lightbulb went off in his head. “I-I’ll catch you, Ophelia!” His arms extended, a smile on his face. “I-I got you!”
Call her skeptical, but Toby looked like a strong gust of wind would knock him over. She didn’t know what he was capable of with the hoodie that hid away his body, but how could she trust a guy to catch her when she’d only really known him for less than a full day.
“I..don’t know…Is there another way down..?” Ophelia chewed at her thumbnail, examining the non-existent path down.
“J-Just jump!” He urges, his arms jerking back as his head whipped to the side. Toby’s tic hardly phased him, returning to wait beneath her with arms stretched out. Ophelia knew she couldn’t stand there forever. Too far into the woods to just leave, and too tired to try making it without the help. She took a deep breath, then nodded. Toby was bouncing in place with excitement. All she could do was trust him, which was already hard enough to do for her normally. Let alone with a stranger.
Toby’s arms caught her at the hips with a small yelp sounding from her. If it wasn’t already embarrassing to have her body’s plush pressed by his face, he lingered the awkward hug for just a moment too long. “Toby, let me down..” Her face burned hot, the early June heat didn’t help her case. “Sorry!” Toby choked out before setting her down with care. Ophelia took note of his own blush, assuming that he pushed himself just to hold onto her. “I-It’s just up ahead-” He turned, hand cupping the back of his neck.
Toby’s ‘favorite spot’ was a junkyard.
Ophelia stood at the edge of the trash heaps, wondering why she even agreed to this in the first place. She was actually really curious about these types of hidden spots in the middle of the thick forest surrounding the town. It was more the fact that she allowed a random guy to lead her out in the woods. To herself she sighed, pressing on her temple to massage out the sharp pain of a forming headache. Toby peeked around the corner, head cocked curiously as to why she wasn’t following him. “Y-You comin’?”
Cars lined her walk, piled up in clusters of threes. The place seemed fully abandoned with a green blanket over everything. The vehicles even looked to be from a different time. It was like a part of the town had been sucked into the woods and forgotten entirely. Everything left behind was covered with foliage and rust. She decided to pick up the pace, sticking close behind her escort. He didn’t seem to mind, instead looking around for something. Ophelia didn’t know what to expect when arriving to a clearing in the mess.
A circle bordered by the wall of scrap parts, but there were signs of life if you looked hard enough. Two trashed dart boards hung with giant splits down their plastic centers. Below them littered plastic wrappings, cans, and discarded cigarette filters. A blackened ash pile sat in front of an impossibly dingy couch. Deep darkened cushions that were faded from the weather, Toby made himself at home by flopping down. Arms slung across the back, his eyes on her while she takes in the mess. “Wow..! It’s…” Ophelia starts, unsure of what to even say to a junkyard man cave. “It’s cool rr-right? C-Come sit!”
Excitedly he patted the seat next to him, dust flying with each invite. Nothing seemed less comfortable, less disgusting, but the way he called her over so eagerly... She wasn’t really open to sitting on the dirtier ground, or the rain rotted crates littered around.
Before she could walk over, Toby’s eyes locked onto something. He stood with a sigh, frown forming on his once smiling face.
Ophelia turned her head to see two more strangers, hoping this wasn’t a set up to another horrible night. Her fate being sealed after the gas station encounter, like some kind of twisted Final Destination plot she was living through.
She backed up when the angry looking man spoke up. “Toby, what the hell did I tell you about bringing people here?” His sideburns blended into an unshaved face, thick eyebrows displaying his anger knit together above his dark eyes. Muscled arms folded sternly over his chest. He was built, bigger than Toby and his friend behind him. The skinnier of the two wore a tan hoodie, which must’ve been uncomfortable in the humidity. Searching all over his person for something, a cigarette hung loose on his lips. Neither of them even paid her any mind.
“Y-You..You’re just jealous I-I made a ff-friend, dick.” Toby pouts, unphased by the man even being there.
Ophelia assumed Toby was weird, so of course his friends were also weirdos who hung out in junkyards.
“You got a light, Tim?” The indifferent stranger spoke up to interrupt them, looking up expectantly.
“You need to stop bringing people this far out. It’s a bad look, douche.” ‘Tim’ spat back, reaching in his pocket and handing a lighter over without breaking from the lecture. Toby seethed silently, “Wh-Whatever.” His glare deepened the closer the pair got. ‘Tim’ looked over to her finally with cold eyes.
“You should know better than to follow a creep into the woods.” His words laced with venom said so casually, only to receive a light warning tap on his arm from behind. Ophelia didn’t know why she was getting lectured by a random guy. He was right, but was it his business to yell at her? He was also a creep in the woods. She was thankful when his tired-eyed friend pulled the invisible leash back, shaking his head when ‘Tim’ looked back. “Fu-Fuck y-you!” Toby burst out, rearing back and kicking a crushed can by his foot. The aluminum flies and loudly clangs in the distance.
Toby’s head tweaked and his hand shot up to grab a cluster of brown curls, Ophelia felt like she was a bystander in something she couldn’t understand. All she could do was go to his side. “C’mon. Let’s go.” Her hand on his upper back, Toby relaxed almost instantly. Surprise on his face when he looked over, Ophelia just smiled and urged him again. “I don’t really want to hang out with a couple of assholes.” She shot a glare up at them while Toby released his hair. ‘Tim’ rolled his eyes, his much more tolerable friend smiled into his cigarette. Speaking in a whisper, something she couldn’t hear. He probably wasn’t that tolerable if he didn’t have the guts to say anything to her properly.
“Y-Yeah. Th-They are assholes.” Toby took a breath, straightened up and flipped off the two. “Let’s- Let’s just go, Ophelia.”
Their walk back through the forest was quieter than before. It felt easier, taking a detour path to avoid the ledge. Eventually she was more than happy to make it back to her busted car sitting in the early afternoon sun.
Toby was back to his pouting, head low. “I-I’m sorry..” He finally spoke, but this was so much quieter. “I sh-shouldn’t haa-ave taken you there…” He’s picking at the fraying string on his glove fingers, unable to meet her eyes.
“Well…I had fun..” While a terrifying experience, it was the first time in a long time that she’d gone anywhere with someone. Regardless of how they met, Ophelia assumed Toby just didn’t have many friends either. Toby looked up, pitiful eyes. “Y-You don’t have to l-lie..” His head jerked to the side, this time followed by an annoyed sigh. She shook her head, “Not lying. Those guys were being dicks and you’re not a creep.” Though he did odd things, and was generally off putting– Toby seemed too sweet to her. From their few interactions, it just felt like he needed better friends.
“They-They’re not…a-always bad..Tim’s just…a jerk..” Toby laughed to himself at his own comment, breaking the depressing air.
“Ne-Next time we’ll ha-hang out where they won’t interrupt u-us.” He smiled softly. Ophelia wasn’t sure why they would interrupt them a second time, but she just brushed it off. He waved goodbye in her rearview mirror, and a wave of exhaustion hit her. Tired eyes looked back at her with each glance at her side mirrors. It felt like it had been years since she’d seen her front door, almost forgetting to lock it behind her on her way to collapsing on her sofa. Sometime during the ride home her headache returned with a vengeance. Taking two pain meds from the bottle that had been tucked in her pockets, she just wanted the intense pounding against her skull to stop.
Ophelia curled into a ball, the pain practically turning her off for the day. Maybe a long walk without breakfast wasn’t the best idea, but she couldn’t help but think that Toby was a natural painkiller. She didn’t have to suffer when he was around.
As she slipped into a pain-induced nap, she pictured a perfect world without a migraine.
comment . . . did you know tumblr got this update one day late? i uploaded both to ao3 yesterday, but was too lazy to post this. blahblahblah wtv really i just didnt want to mess with the algorithm
thank you for reading the second chapter!!! i hope we're all ready for more tim and brian :3 i feel so feral thinking about all of them in the same room
hopefully will have chapter 3 out in a reasonable time, its hard writing this when im ovulating i cant lie
thank u for reading once again love u bye <3
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(caldonia. chapter one)
original female character x ticci toby / tim wright / brian thomas
content . . . paranoia, bad decisions, and weird guys. eventual smut, eventual polyproxy, stalker behaviors, stranger danger
summary . . .
on her way back into the city, ophelia whitt finds herself in a bad situation. middle of nowhere with no gas, it just sounds like the recipe for a bad horror movie. with no choice but to stop at a sketchy gas station where things only seem to get worse. just when she thinks she's in the home stretch, she meets a weird masked guy in the parking lot.
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Ophelia will never stop at gas stations in the middle of nowhere again.
On her way home from the city, she’d left the convention later than she’d originally wanted. Spending the day walking around a bustling artist alley, her trunk was loaded with half of a bi-weekly paycheck. Her car dings for what seemed like the thousandth time, begging for gas. Her hand clenched the wheel tight, watching the building grow further apart from each other. Ophelia remembered all the nice apartments downtown she could’ve picked, but of course she wasn’t made of money. If she had been able to afford the studio apartments, then maybe she wouldn't be speeding down backroads looking for the closest gas pump.
“Fuck is with all the woods?” She curses to herself under the radio playing classic rock. “They couldn’t just place a 7-11 somewhere?”
She was only 20 minutes from home, but her car just couldn't take it anymore. A sputter coming from somewhere she didn't want to think about, the dinging getting louder to remind her just how desperate the situation was. She groans loudly, her car threatening to sputter on the 5 miles sitting in it. Just as the dial began to teeter onto the lit ‘E’, good luck illuminated the road ahead. The dim light of a sketchy gas station highlighted itself through the upcoming trees. A large, faded sign advertising ‘Terry’s Stop’ The age worn logo was nailed to another signboard.
24/7, 7 days a weke.
Snorting at the misspelling on the yellowed board, she turns into the gravel lot. 2 dingy pumps, one diesel and the other regular. Ophelia takes a moment just to look around the almost visible dark. It wasn't like she had a choice if she wanted to go home, but she could still scour the scene for a possible axe murderer waiting in the woods.
The gas station was a little more sketchy than she thought, plywood was nailed to random parts of the dilapidated exterior. Illegible spray paint on top of the rain damaged wood, she tried to make some of it out. It looked like just stupid graffiti tags, circles and x’s. Nothing said ‘KEEP OUT’, so she made the choice to leave the safety of her car. Even if this was the premise of every horror movie she’d ever seen, there wasn't really any other option. Outside was quiet apart from the crickets that sang in the early summer air, a soft breeze messing with her pitch black hair, tossing her bangs around before it died down. She sighed, readjusting them on her walk inside. A large window showed her a perfect view inside to see a man sitting at the counter watching her.
Lights flickered the moment the doorbell chimed, which was almost enough to make her turn around. The glass door shut behind her with a soft thud, the stale smell in the air hitting her after a second.
“A bit late for you to be out, little lady.” The attendant spoke up from behind the register, leaning against the raised counter. A baseball cap pulled to shade his eyes, but it wasn’t hard to tell where he was looking when Ophelia approached him. “Well, when you run out of gas…” She offered back nervously. “Can- Can I just get 20?” Pulling her wallet from her back pocket, she uncovered the bills and held them out. Catching his grin down at her, if the smell of cigarettes wasn’t radiating from him then his yellowed teeth would’ve given him away.
“You from out of town?” He asks as he totals the cash, taking his time to check the bills. Ophelia looks back out to her car under the fluttering spotlight at the pump, then back to the creep waiting for a response. “Yeah, my mom- she’s actually waiting for me at home.” She lies, her fake smile hiding her nerves as he hands over the receipt. He nods, a smile still lingering on his crooked face. “Well, you stay safe out there. Can’t have your mama waitin’ for too long.”
Turning on her heel, she tries not to burst into a full spring outside and luckily keeps it to a speed walk back to the gas pump. Her heart was pounding out of her chest, even being outside felt worse after that interaction. Popping open the fuel door and slotting the pump in, she waited to hear the gas flow. Apparently moving too fast for the guy watching her the whole time. Ophelia almost felt less panicked after hearing the gas flow, until she noticed her one-person audience still giving his full attention.
She really tried not to give him the attention he wanted, creeps thrived off stuff like that. Even she knew that.
The paranoid freak inside her felt obligated to check over her shoulder. The guy inside kept his eyes on her from the window. His casual lean against the counter, just watching. She wasn’t sure what would make the situation better, maybe she was just overreacting? The guy just looked creepy, maybe he was really nice outside of the murder shack he worked at? Maybe he had a really thriving fantasy football team!
A quick look back to the window, was he closer? Now stood off the raised cash-wrap, he was basically right in front of the glass.
Ophelia looked back to the numbers rising slowly on the gas pump. Was this the slowest pump in the world? Would she die pumping her gas because of some perverted employee who liked the low cut graphic tee she wore?
Another look.
He was gone.
Cool.
“You’re fucking kidding me…” She bounced in her spot. Anxiety washed over her as she looked around. It wasn’t like she heard the door open, no sound of crunching gravel. Maybe he’d just walked off into the store, she tried to convince herself. Maybe he was actually doing his job? Or maybe he was grabbing the blunt object to bash her head in?
Ophelia felt her fear spiral, consume, all in a matter of seconds.
"Y-you alone?" A voice breaks her train of thought.
Clutching the gas pump tighter, she slowly turned her head to the stuttering voice behind her.
Her eyes wide as she stared at the stranger.
Average height, but still taller than her. Messy brown hair pinned down by a pair of orange goggles, which was a choice. Not that she was one to judge someone's choice in fashion. He stood just outside the warm light above her. It was harder to make him out, but she could still see the mask that covered his lower face. If the goggles weren’t already weird enough, the mask hugging his jaw was the cherry on top.
“I’m..alone.” Not like she could lie when no one sat in her passenger seat.
Halfway to go on the pump, she turns back to face the new creep that’s chosen to harass her. “Mm..Most people drive right by this place.” His head jerks unnaturally, he holds his hands firm in his jacket pockets. “Whole lotta creeps out here at night, so you gotta watch out.” He nods to himself, adjusting on his feet like it’s normal to be having a conversation in the dark. She wasn’t even sure how to respond, this was the last place she wanted to be.
“Y-You look nervous..” He pulled out his hands and raised them in defense of himself, “These woods are really weird to hang around a..after dark, a-and I just, well, I-I thought I’d check on you-” The dark haired stranger takes another step closer, Ophelia tenses. Stepping back one small step. “You- You said there’s a ‘whole lotta creeps’ around here, so..” She manages to get out, taking a closer look at him. Something hung off his belt loops, the top parts covered by his striped hoodie. A hammer? Mallet? He chokes out an obnoxiously loud laugh, the volume still muffled by its black mesh covering, bringing her back to reality.
How did he even get here? She thought, checking the empty pump next to her.
The only car in the lot was hers and the challenger tucked in by the treeline.
“Y-You’re right, I-I’m probably the last guy you want t-to talk with right nn-now.” Stammering is followed by a neck crack, a loud pop sounding like a gunshot. She flinches in response to the sudden noise. “Sorry-” He’s cut off by the god-sent click from the pump handle. Ophelia had never moved so fast. Slotting the spigot back into its holster, she screwed in the cap and closed the door. A quick look between the still-absent window and the lanky brunette masked freak, she offered a fake-polite smile. “Well, um…I should probably be going now. It was nice to meet you-”
“It was?” He almost sounded surprised, seeing the hint of a smile in his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah! It was!” Her adrenaline was at its peak. Heart thrumming against her ribs, sweat even prickled at the back of her neck.
Ophelia held onto her door handle, yanking it open and basically throwing herself in. “I-I, uh!” He stammers, now moving into the light. Standing right by the pump just before she could close the door safely. Highlighting the dark stains on his clothes under the harsh overhead.The keys in her hand itched to start the car and drive off, but she felt weird. Almost compelled to hear him out, and entertain the creep. “You..?” Ophelia offered in her impatience, after watching him fidget with his gloves for a minute. As if he was the nervous one. “I’m T-Toby. I jus-” He meets her eyes, she had no clue what emotion he was even showing. “Well- Well, I mean..T-Thanks for talking with me. Stay s-safe out there.”
Ophelia nodded just to get out of the interaction, shutting the door and taking back off down the dark backroad. Toby in her rearview, just standing.
Waving.
Pulling into her apartment building, she took an extra minute to look around the parking lot before running inside. Locking her car before she hit the stairs, the expected horn only made her move faster. Once inside she panted from the fear, leaning against the oak front door. At times like this she was thankful for the five separate indoor locks installed to her front door.
Paranoia took hold, she couldn’t even feel comfortable till every window had been checked and covered. Every lock triple checked, all her closets and shadowed corners cautiously looked at. After taking a moment to calm down, she swore to never go back there. Never to drive down that dark road again. Never to pump gas at night. If she was lucky, to never think of Toby again.
She curls into bed, pulling the blanket over her head.
comment . . . thank you so much for reading. i know this is insanely different from my usual whoreposting but i really wanted to share what ive been working on for a while. i love ophelia, and shes a character ive put a lot of work into developing. i also just wanted everyone to see her and her three boyfriends... probably will post the second chapter soon! im also crossposting to ao3!
some things to note ; i want to work on all of their relationships shining through the story, but i imagine theyre all just kind of wordlessly sharing. leaning on eachother, polyproxy AND ophelia. i always pictured toby being the one to approach her first, but expect more of tim and brian in the next chapter!
I think Tim’s the kind of guy who needs to be convinced to be rough during sex.
If he truly loves someone I think it’s harder for him to give in to your desires. He likes control, and he’s afraid of what might happen if he let himself give in.
Your constant prodding and teasing was really getting to him though. Asking if he wanted to tie you up, spank you, even choke you? Tim wasn’t going to deny you forever. He couldn’t, especially not when you bat your eyelashes with a cute pout. He’d melt easily, and of course you use it to your advantage.
“You sure?” He’s got that cute worried look, his eyes all serious. You just nod back at him, more excited than he could ever anticipate.
Tim just wants to make you happy, he tells himself that as your head rests in the bend of his elbow. His cock lined up with your dripping pussy. You were so wet he could feel each eager twitch of your hole as he pushed in. Burying himself deep in you, a low groan following as he settles.
His arm squeezes and pulls you tighter against him. Lifting you up as he sits back on his knees. You’re held tight between his muscles, even leaning into the pressure. “Gghh–” You choke out through gritted teeth. “So tight…fuck…” Tim’s just trying not to cum the second your walls retract. A deep breath to steady himself as he starts to move. His free arm wrapped around your waist, hand placed so he could feel himself inside you. Your body tensed as flexed just before starting to move.
Slowly you bounced, a smile plastered on your face. “Aahh–Tii..Timmm…” You whisper out before he loosens his grasp just slightly. “Hmm..?” He hums as your back presses against his body. Skin to skin, he’d never felt closer. His arm flexes again, you gasp out. Tim can’t help smiling when you try to cry out only to be met with a strained mewl.
“Drivin’ me crazy, doll..” His voice low in your ear, your body spasms with each word. “Think I might get used to shuttin’ you up— ugh..l-like this…” Your hands are holding onto his makeshift collar, nails digging into his skin. He’d swear later that you drew blood, but he wouldn’t hold in against you. Not when you were so cute. Teary eyed and biting down onto the crook of his elbow. It was enough for him to lean deeper into you, his thrusts getting sloppy as his grip finally released.
Your brain is so fuzzy when you’re let go, you just fall into the mattress. Tim doesn’t think about your blissed out state, instead continuing to drive you further into the cotton sheets. Your body spasms with each thrust, each kiss against your cervix. Even he’s too fucked out to care about pulling out. He pulls out with a trail, watching himself leak out of your pussy.
Tim from that point on would be more willing to go along with your fantasies. All it really took to convince him was seeing just how cute you are when he gets to control you.
comment . . . god.....ok......yes i want tim to choke me out and beat me...yes.... he makes me feel like i was just injected with something lethal <3 i really needed to get this out of my system. im not even ovulating yet but this was clawing at me all day long and i needed to share with the people....thank u for reading love u bye
content . . . SMUT, p in v, kind of established relationship, somno, pet names, mating press
You’re pretending to sleep, the windows unlocked for him. He avoids using the front door in case one of your neighbors sees some sketchy guy just walking into your house, considering he only comes around when the sun’s down it’d be a bad look if the cops pulled up. So, he favors the window. You only knew he was in town by the note taped to your door.
‘Tonight at 10.’
In quickly scribbled graphite, you read the 3 words over and over again till it set in that you’d be seeing Tim tonight.
Which brought you to your current position, knee pulled up while you laid on your stomach. Wearing nothing but a shirt he left the last time he stayed over, and the smallest panties you owned. He loved this, even if he wouldn’t ever express what he wants. You just knew. Those subtle hints in the things he mentions, the times he’d woken you up just to fool around, even the way he watched you sleep at night. You knew.
Your heart pounds when you hear the window slowly slide open. He’s trying to stay quiet when his head ducks into your dark room, the only light being the warmth for a lamp you always left on for his late night visits. His boots are muffled by your carpet as he turns to close the window. Even though you can’t see him, you can still picture his face exactly when he softly shakes your arm while you’re ‘fast asleep’.
“Honey? You awake?” He nudges softly at your arm, taking his gloves off and setting them on your nightstand. A single digit moving to push a strand of hair out of your face. You wonder if the small trail of drool was too much? Then, a soft laugh through his nose as he settles on the side of the bed. You watch him through mostly closed eyes, pulling off his boots and shuffling off his jacket and the flannel under it. You’re back to ‘sleep’ when he stands to slip off his jeans. The bed creaks under his weight, the blanket pulling off your lower half and exposing his other surprise.
Tim hums out in interest, pausing mid movement as he settles down between your perfectly positioned legs. Pausing again before deciding to touch you.
It starts with a gentle push on your extended leg so he could get a better look at the wet strip forming on your cotton panties. Another pleased sigh can be heard when his thumb pulls at your plush. His free hand pulling the fabric to the side, you were practically soaked just thinking about what he’d do to you. The pad of his thumb brushing over your heat, the slick coating his finger. “Fuck..” He sighs, you’re just trying not to break under his attention.
You know he’s watching you while stripping off your underwear, tossing them somewhere and resuming his work. Fingers tracing down your slit, circling your clit torturously before returning to its slow up-and-down path. It’s hard to act when his thick middle finger plunges into your aching pussy. A soft moan escaping you, gripping your pillow as he curls into you.
“G’morning, baby..” His voice is rough as he watches you arch into his palm. Tim moves up, pushing another finger inside you with ease. His breath on your neck while supporting himself with his other hand. “You’re real cute, y’know?” Again, his knuckles curl as you tighten. “Waiting for me was hard? I bet my girl was tired, hmm?” Your head is spinning, and all you can muster is a soft mewl in response.
He’s so weak when it comes to you. Even being away from you anymore just hurts, all he thinks of anymore is you. His clothed dick is pressing against your ass, pushing for any bit of friction to help his own issues. His breath caught in his throat when your half lidded eyes found him from over your shoulder.
“Tiiim…” You want him, and he can't help but give in.
His fingers leave you without warning, but he’s too busy pulling his cock out to console your soft protests. “Just relax, I’ll take good care of you.” He’s on his knees again, flipping you over to face him.
The pillow pulled away when his hands grabbed onto your hips to pull you closer.
You’re dripping when he lines up his tip, a smile split on his face while he makes you wait. Slowly pushing in halfway, watching you grip at your (his) shirt under the torture of his speed. “Hurry…please?” You beg, but he just can’t stop teasing you.
“I’m gonna take my time with this, like I said…relax..” His cock is kissing your cervix in one last push. Tim was big, splitting you in two with a simple thrust. “Ohh, fuck…you’re so tight..wonder if you were dreamin’ of this, hahh..” He’s still for a minute as he tries to bring himself back down to earth. You pulsate around him, squeezing with each spasm of pleasure.
“I need t’move, I gotta…” Tim’s slurring just from the feeling of being enveloped in you. He pulls your calves up, knees together as he hugs your legs with one flexed arm. It was really just to make sure he didn’t collapse from the feeling of your needy cunt pulling him in. Each slow pull back ended in his hips snapping back into you, skin meeting skin with a near stinging force. For the sake of the previously mentioned neighbors, you try to keep the volume down, but Tim has zero regard for anyone else when you’re involved.
He could only hold back for so long, and eventually the grip on your legs got tighter as he fucked you deeper. Faster thrusts, his groans an underline to the sounds coming from you. He couldn’t pick which to focus on, your needy cries or the wet slaps of your pussy meeting his base. “Tim, p-please…please don’t stop..”
He’s not cruel to you, so he smiles down at you. His speed steady as the bed shakes from the force. You’d stretched perfectly just for him as he fucked you into the mattress.
“What made you think I’d stop?” He laughs, pushing back the hair that fell in front of his eyes. “You’re so fucking wet, I don’t know if I can stop, fuck..” You’re such a mess under him, tightening up again the closer you get. “I-I’m almost-” Tim’s leaning onto your legs, each thrust getting shorter while he ruts into you.
In between each grunt of effort he’s savoring your name, deeper and deeper he sinks. Your knees are near pressed to your chest with how he’s laying on you. His thrusts are sloppy, rough, it’d been a while since he’d had the pleasure of fucking you stupid.
Your thighs press into your abdomen, applying enough pressure to guide you into release. Crying out his name, the crook of your elbow thrown over your eyes as he doesn’t stop. Tim doesn’t stop until he cums inside you, pulling out after three slow fucks into you.
The room is quiet apart from the box fan in the corner and his attempts to catch his breath.
His seed is spilling out, mixing with your own juices as it trickles down. Your legs fall limp. Spread open for him to see his masterpiece. Tim doesn’t really think much about it, he’s moving up to you. Sitting by your side before laying back next to you. Pulling you over onto him and holding you tight. A final sigh escapes him as you settle onto his chest.
He’s rubbing slow circles with his thumb into your shoulder. You let the silence sink in before speaking up.
“I was pretending to sleep, just so you know.” You murmur into his old white shirt.
He breathes out a laugh, “Could’a fooled me..”
comment . . . ok i lied. i know i said id post something leon before i started putting out something else but im so serious tim makes me feel like a wild animal. it was hard writing this considering i was busting all over my screen.
i disappeared again!!! i was feeling down so i felt like i couldnt really put anything out but Now Im BACK!!!! and i have a new hyperfix....so i'm going to try and put out another leon thing before i dump all of my creepypasta stuff......i hope you all are ready for masky/hoodie/toby content bc i am down Bad
In his small apartment, a mini-gym sits for when he can't make it into a physical gym. Sometimes you even find yourself begging him to stay home with you, which doesn't take much to convince him. He won't lie and say it isn't encouraging to watch you drool over him.
A tension bar snug in his bedroom door frame, a bundle of dumbells that you couldn't dream of picking up, and a rolled up mat that he rarely used. It wasn't much, but he keeps you entertained.
The way his abs crunched with each pull-up, the soft grunts and sighs with each curl up. You could watch the sweat bead down his torso, follow his v-lined hips down to his gray sweatpants that didn't leave much to your imagination.
"What are you looking at, pretty girl?" He asks, the smug expression on his face when he catches your eyes on him.
Your gaze hot on him, Leon even feels himself showing off for his audience. You're easy to please, so watching him do anything was basically foreplay. Sometimes, if you're really lucky, he even asks for your help. Placing you on his lap to straddle him, you're basically a weight for his core exercises. Holding your eyes the whole time he's pressed into you.
You try your best to help him, but you just can't fight the urge to grind against his growing erection. Even his breath is getting heavier the longer you're on him, and eventually working out is just an excuse to fuck you on the living room floor.
Leon's locked you in a kiss on his final sit-up, his legs moving under him so you're easier to position on your back. He lifts you up, pushing up into you with his dick. "Mm..ah…Leon.." He's smiling to himself as he's lowering you back and playing with the hemline of your shorts while he pins you into another kiss.
"Thought..you were too busy working out.." You mutter when he breaks the kiss to pull off any fabric keeping him from you. Your lips blushed in a pout, wet and glistening in the lamp light. "This is my workout, baby." He grins before lining up his cock to you, pushing in so easily. You take him so well, it's like you'd been doing your own training just to fit him perfectly.
"Ohh..fuck, babe…" He groans, letting out a deep breath.
Leon's favorite feeling is bottoming out inside you, when his girth finally settles inside your pussy. The walls tightening and relaxing around him, it was enough to ruin him instantly. His arms almost give out, elbows shaking and his eyelids fluttering. He made a mental note to work on his stamina, you were far too tempting for him.
He only starts moving when you give him the 'ok', your hand sweetly reaching out for him. Smiling as you daze out on his dick, his steady thrusts into you. Leaning back to watch himself fuck you, and watch you unravel beneath him.
His hands grab onto your hips, giving himself more hold as he speeds up his pace. You watch his eyebrows knit, the sweat now forming on his forehead, and the ways his muscles flexed the harder he pounded in.
Leon's rambling under her breath, "So..good..you're so fucking good for me..huh? Fuck…" His voice trembles, his hips stuttering before he's collapsing back on top of you. Holding around your waist and basically burying himself in your chest. The wet slap of his skin meeting yours.
You can't stop yourself from cumming, nails digging into the carpet as if they were your bedsheets. Your shirt riding up, face flushed, and eyes locked onto your handsome Leon.
It isn't much longer till he's finishing off onto your stomach. His fist jerking at his shaft for a few pumps, his breathing heavy as he's watching you under him.
Leon's weak when it comes to you watching him, he'd do just about anything to keep you entertained.
comment. i dreamed of this drabble, ive been going through it for a few days so i havent had much energy to get this down but i literally couldnt stop thinking of this. i want leon to use my body as an at home weight set where he fucking throws me around the house guys im being held captive in my own brain anyways thank you for reading love u bye
This might be a bit much. But leon x a grieving reader? Im going through it rn and would love to be comforted by our boy. If not that's ok. Just read your leon not letting you lift a finger post. He's such a sweetheart
comment. honestly ive been having a rough couple days, i think we all need a little leon love in our lives rn. i write a lot abt my own grief in my personal writing, so this just felt really refreshing to do compared to the stuff i post here. thank you for the request ♡
leon kennedy x gn!reader ♡ 580 wc.
content . . . fluff, established relationship, brief mention of reader experiencing loss (kept vague), leon's bad jokes, warm hugs from mr. kennedy
Leon comes home to you sitting on the floor, looking through some old pictures. Middle of the living room in your own world.
Memories of you and your family, even old friends. All flooding in on you.
Those that’ve been out of your life, the things you’ve tucked away because you couldn’t bear to look at them. He empties his pockets quietly, taking a few steps in before your head snaps to look his way.
“You’re home!” You gasp, hurrying to try and collect yourself. Your surprise is obvious as you try wiping away the tears in the corners of your eyes, but of course he still sees them. “You’re crying.” he states the fact with a grimace, now standing next to you. He's loosening his tie, looking over the scene below him. Giving you no room to try and hide the memories away.
“Looking through pictures?” He bends down with a soft groan, settling on the rug right next to you.
He pulls you in close, you let yourself lean into his warmth.
“I love this picture.” Leon speaks softly for you, he pulls up one from the bottom of the box, you’re smiling so wide in the picture it’s hard to remember what you were even laughing at. Surrounded by everyone you could possibly be crying for, you start feeling that hot tightness in your throat again.
“Ugh..” You bury your face in his shirt, hiding away from the tears fighting to the surface.
His hand pats your head, running his fingers through your hair. “You’re okay.” He soothes, but you can’t stop crying.
“God, I’m sorry..” You shake, trying to stop yourself from getting his gray button up wet with your face pressing into his chest. "I'm sorry it's just today.." Sniffling, and trying to sit up. Trying to convince yourself not to feel the pain that you just couldn't avoid.
Leon's arm falls to your shoulders, pulling you closer again. Into his lap, and really hugging you.
"C'mon, don't be like that." He's smells like the usual cologne, the notes of leather and vanilla coming through. You curl into him, unable to fight against yourself anymore. "You could've called me.." He mutters, leaning his head on you. "It's…It's just hard.." You sob, but Leon only holds you tighter.
"I know." His jaw is tight, your feelings all too familiar to him. "It's easy to get caught up in this stuff.."
You're on the floor with him for a while, he doesn't mind. Leon keeps you in his arms. The quiet support at least gives you the space to cry it out. Despite the ache in your chest, you've stopped crying. He's rubbing circles on your shoulder when you sniffle, looking up at him with puffy eyes.
"Caught your breath?" Leon smiles, leaning back to look at you. "You know I love you?"
"I know, Leon." Even the adoration in his eyes is enough to make you feel the tears well up again. You look away, trying not to fall back into the same cycle. "I love you more." You mean it. Considering just how good he is to you, even at your lowest, you feel lucky to have him.
You're ready to get up, put up the box with a sigh, when Leon's arms snake around you and lift you up. You can't help but laugh at the sudden movement, even as he almost stumbles in his movement. "Leon!" You wrap your arms around his neck, trying not to fall.
"What? Thought you needed a pick-me-up." He grins, you roll your eyes and hug onto him tighter.
content . . . SMUT (18+), established relationship, no plot just smut, dom/sub dynamics (aka dom leon), shibari, p in v, creampie, petnames, leon's reading glasses
“I just want to practice my knots”, that's what convinces your compliant boyfriend. Leon lowers his reading glasses, he’s on the couch looking up at you with your new toys.
“Your…knots.” He repeats back to you, eyes narrowing.
“Yeah, I watched a few videos, and you never know when I might need to tie a knot!” You’re beaming, knowing he’ll give in to you no matter the request. He stares at the rope in your hand. A silky smooth, black twirling pattern wrapped around in a bundle, one in each hand that you hold up to show him. Not what he would consider the best rope for practice, you were probably up to something.
“Alright..what do you need from me?”
“Take your shirt off.” You grin.
His hands are tied behind his back. Leon’s breath is heavy as you wrap the smooth rope around his back, pulling the strand under your foundation and back over the other side of his chest. “You know what you’re doing?” He wants you to break that cute concentration. It’s not often he lets someone put him in a vulnerable situation, he already regrets it.
He should’ve started questioning your motives for this when you told him to strip.
Now, here he sat shirtless, restrained to one of the dining room chairs you dragged into the living room.
“‘Course I know, I watched a video.” You scold him for doubting you before pulling the same rope around his back and returning it to the center of the foundation. Playing with the complicated and decorative knot that squeezed his chest, his muscles spilling over as you tighten it. He’s groaning at your gentle grazes over his chest, every time you brush against him he feels crazy.
Picturing the ways he’d fuck you when he broke free, the ways you’d cry and moan on his cock for him to slow down. He can’t believe he ever let you think you were in control.
“You’re like…totally trapped right now, huh?” You smile, stepping back admiring your work. Apparently, now finished with your ‘practice’.
His body squeezed in between the ropes, squeezing at his muscles and defining the strength behind them. Leon flexes, out of habit mostly, years getting restrained by the bad guy. For a moment he worries that this whole night would leave a lasting impression on him.
You sit on your folded legs, between his knees just staring up at him. His eyes glazed and heavy while he watched you, as if he was a wild animal caught in a trap. His arms jerk, Leon lets out a low grunt as he tries to pull at the rope. “I don’t know…I think I did a pretty good job on the knot..” A mischievous smile on your lips, when an idea pops into your mind.
“I should get the other rope, we can do your legs next!” You turn, searching the couch behind you for the discarded bundle you swore you wouldn’t need.
It gave him enough time to work on getting out, pulling at the ropes as hard as he could, Leon wasn’t surprised when they silently pulled apart from his wrists. You were too busy ripping apart the couch to even notice as he stood. The ropes across his chest still firmly in place, he rubbed the warmth on his arms. Allowing the now undone strands to sway limply off his shoulders.
“You remember where I put the–” You start to question, bent over the cushions as he walks to you. “Huh? Oh!”
He’s behind you, his massive shadow darkening your light. Pressing his crotch against you and grinding. “Y-You jerk, you ruined my..augh…designs!” You’re fighting through the moans, his hips angling against yours. He smirks, his hands now grabbing your hips and pulling them hard.
“I guess it’s my turn to ruin you now, yeah?” Leon pulls the knot in between his pecs, the final bit of rope pulling off his body. Discarding it somewhere you couldn’t see with your back turned to him.
His fingers hook under your shorts, pulling them down along with your dampened panties. You gasp, knees threatening to go weak, thighs shaking with early signs of pleasure. With two fingers he traces down your pussy, rubbing a soft circle on your throbbing clit. You almost feel safe before he takes away his hand, pulling it back, and slapping your ass.
A loud yelp escapes, you can make out a low, amused chuckle come from behind you.
“L-Leon, ‘m sorry for tricking you..!” You plead, face red, and looking over your shoulders as your hands grip the back of the couch. Leon softly smiles as his hand rubs the heat where he smacked. “Little late for apologies, you knew what you were doing.” He adds in an almost comforting tone as he’s pulling down his plaid pajama bottoms. You feel his fully erect cock slap against your cunt, you mewl under him as he teases your hole.
“Please, Leonn…ugh..I really am sorry…”
“That’s okay, sweetheart. I know how you can make it up to me.” Next thing you know, Leon’s burying his dick inside you without warning. Hammering against you, he’s relentless as he fucks you. “Mmh, ah..Lee-onnnn…” You whine, Leon lets out grunts of effort with each thrust. He allows one rough hand to crawl up your back, intertwining his fingers into your hair and pulling it into his fist.
The wet slaps of skin against skin filled the once calm living room, you could hardly think straight as he pistoned his cock against your cervix. “Slower…ah..Leon, please..” You beg him, face now buried in the couch cushions, taking his full strength. “Pleaseee…” Your voice drags with the rhythm of each harsh thrust into you.
“N-ngh…C’mon, jus’ take it, I know you–ugh…fuck…I know you can..” His voice breaking, hips stuttering in desperation against your tight pussy. Each wet squelch against your cunt louder the longer he goes. “Fuck…you’re good for me? You’re not gonna tie me up- hhf..anymore..? Right, baby?” You only respond in broken words, moans that sounded similar to ‘Yes.’
It’s not long before the feeling pooling in your lower stomach becomes unavoidable. Leon reaches around, gripping your hair tighter while he rubbed your clit with the pads of his fingers.
Your orgasm ripping through you, he’s holding you in place with his hand still drawing slowly around your bud.
Finally, he releases the makeshift ponytail, he brushes the loose strands from your face, “So good, hah…” A proud smile on his face as you melt into the couch.
When he pulls out, he admires the mess. The small wet patch on the cotton cushion cover, the cum leaking out of your needy pussy, and the rope thrown on the floor. The bundle neatly lying on the floor, he picks it up and really looks at the undamaged rope. Admiring the skill and how well it restrained him for the first 15 minutes. “Maybe we should use this on you next time.” Leon jokes, sitting on the couch next to you and pulling your weak body onto his lap.
“Bet you’d just love me to tie you up, huh?”
You barely have the strength to nod.
comment . . . WHEW!!! i had this idea on my mind for a minute...i just needed to conceptualize and put it down. i want leon to scold me for thinking hes some weakling i can push around. i want leon to tell me to shut the fuck up and bitchslap me i want his ring imprint on my face. WHO SAID THAT..!??!?! anyways thank u for reading love u bye
You sit on the edge of the tub while he gets ready before going to the office, talking about your plans for the day and what you'll be doing for dinner that night. He's nodding along, adding occasional feedback while preparing the supplies to groom his prickly stubble.
"Leon, please don't shave!" You plead, shooting up when you finally see him pull out the dreaded folding razor.
He sighs, you do the same act every time he's ready to shave.
"You know I can't just let it grow.." He tries to reason, but you love every sharp bit of hair along his jawline. You huff, "Yes you can." Leon just chooses to back down, letting you win this time.
Though, you'd have to admit your favorite bit of hair on his body is the line from his chest to below the navel. Your nights where Leon can be a little more patient with you, your finger trails down its favorite path.
"C'mon, don't tease.." Leon warns with a sigh, weak at your touch.
From the brown and gray that spread across his pecs, arching above his nipples, it dipped above his abs and grew sparse before growing thick and darker the lower you went.
"Mm.." You place a kiss at the top of his happy trail. "I think you can forgive my teasing.." Another towards the center, lips gentle as you feel him twitch.
"Right?" You look up, smiling as you kiss the elastic waistband of his briefs.
His eyebrows knit as you bury his cock in your throat. Positioned between his thighs, nails digging into the hair. He winces, bucking his hips up. You try pulling back, but your nose is pressed against the coarse pubes, his hand palming the back of your head.
Curls tickle your face, his sweat overtaking your senses. You're too blissed out to even notice him guiding your mouth as his own personal toy.
"Sweetheart, you're such a little freak.." He grunts out, "I fucking love it..."
thank you all so much for the love on my latest posts ♡ ive been feeling really inspired lately, so i appreciate all the rb's and likes!!! ive got a few things sitting in my drafts waiting to finish and edit that i can't wait to share ♡♡♡♡
Hello! I was the one requesting that rookie Leon fan fic! I really enjoyed it, if possible. I would love to request more if you’re okay with that? ✨ (it was shower fan fic with the picture)
YES ABSOLUTELY !!!!!! my askbox is always open for anyone!!! thank you for the req btw ♡♡♡ i had so much fun writing that post last night i was inspired to write my imagine post right after !!!!!
♡.ᐟ.ᐟ I love imagining having full control over Leon.
Like imagine him telling someone at a party you're at, "Sorry, we've got to get home. Early morning. " All because you send him a text in the bathroom saying how badly you need his cock. Holding his arm tight as he walks you out.
He's feeling you up on the way to the car, talking about how "impatient and spoiled" you are, as if he's not the one who made you this way. You're soon in his backseat, lying under him begging for him to go harder. "I'm tryin' to, sweetheart.."
"My girl always gets her way." he explains with a smirk to others when they catch him looking at expensive clothes and jewelry on his phone. When they see the way he hold onto you, they can tell just how whipped he really is.
And when he's pounding you in your bed, surrounded by the plushes and blankets his card has paid for, he's giving it to you just the way you want. Savoring every moan, the way your body reacts to him even after all the time you've been together.
Hey! I honestly love how you write rookie Leon! If you’re taking requests. I would love to make one! base idea is that you’re home waiting for Leon to get back home, and you sent him a little pic (before going into the shower) and you get phone call straight after of him rushing home
comment. YES OH MY GOD.. ive actually had something similar sitting in my drafts, so i got a little carried away with it hehehe <3 rookie leon makes me feel so soft i just want to tease him constantly :3 went with f!reader, hope thats ok!! thank you for the request ♡♡♡
rookie leon x f!reader (18+) ♡ 950+ wc.
content . . . SMUT! modern au, no outbreak au, shower sex, established relationship, reader is a bit of a tease, raw sex, p in v, whipped leon (LIKE A DOG ON A LEASH)
Another late night, you expected Leon to be home by 10, but here you sat at 11:30 with no call or even a text.
You’d already placed his dinner in the microwave to keep warm, finished up the new episode of your favorite show, and were honestly tired of waiting on him. Leon was never the type to leave a report for himself in the morning, even if he was leaving his girlfriend at home to waste away. You sigh, choosing to take care of yourself rather than worry about your workaholic boyfriend.
Even after deciding that, you still checked your phone every 2 seconds for an update. Anything, even a notification from your Life360, but nothing. His little profile still sat in the middle of the RPD, just taunting you. You stood in your apartment bathroom, trying to decide if you should even text him. Staring at your phone as you undressed, even while you started the steaming hot shower.
There was really only one text you could think to send. Holding your phone out, you snapped a totally innocent picture of yourself.
Your tits in full view, a sweet smile on your face, with another text following that said; “Just hopping into the shower!” As if you hadn’t just sent him his new favorite picture. You really didn’t expect him to respond so soon, setting your phone on the counter by the sink and turning to get into the warm water.
Right as your foot touched the bottom of the bathtub, your phone rang. Vibrating violently against the ceramic, you knew who it was. Letting it ring a few times before answering Leon’s desperate call.
“Hello?” You can hardly contain your mischievous laughter, knowing he was struggling on the other end.
“I’m finishing up my work now, please wait for me?” You hum in consideration, his voice low and needy.
“I’m not sure..” The response elicits a sigh, “Baby, please, I’m grabbing my coat now.” You drag out the silence, “I’m on my way, don't worry." He urges. You sit on the edge of the tub, turning the water off. “Didn’t you say that an hour ago?” Teasing him just to rile him up more.
“I’m sorry, but if you let me make it up to you, I’ll never keep you waiting again.” Leon pleads, you hear him pushing open the doors and meeting the still-bustling Raccoon City.
“Then hurry home.” You can basically hear him running to his car with a smile on his face. “Yes, ma’am.”
One second, you’re grabbing his clothes, the next you hear the front door slam shut. Deadbolt, chain, then his sneakers flying off in the entry. He’s turning the corner to the hall when he sees you, now wearing a towel wrapped around yourself. “C’mere.” Leon pulls you in, your towel now dropping to the carpet floor. He kissed you hot, lips crashing into each other. Carrying you into the bathroom without breaking contact.
You grind against him, legs wrapped around him tight, the friction between your bodies unbearable. You can’t help moaning into him as he paws at your body. He places you on the bathroom sink, the countertop cold against your skin. Your kiss finally breaks only for him to undress. His shirt ripped off, and you loosened your legs enough for him to unbuckle his pants. Impatiently helping by hooking your fingers into his waistband.
”God damn, ’M sorry for making you wait so long..” Leon’s weak, grabbing the counter as his dick throbs in your hand. “You’re so fucking hot, I don’t know what I was even thinking..” His hips buck at your first few pumps on his shaft, the tip leaking as you work faster. “You-...ugh…” He groans, arms trying to give out.
“Y’don’t have to do much, please, just let me fuck you..” He lifts his head, meeting your eyes through his grown out bangs, hoping you’d say yes.
You only have to nod and he’s grabbing your hips, your arms support your upper half against the counter. Leon’s hand is controlled at the base of his girth, lining up with you easily. His other hand is supporting you as he pushes into your entrance, you’re arching into his thrust as he bottoms out. Now, with both hands gripping the plush of your hips, he starts slowly moving his hips. Unable to decide whether he wanted to watch you squirm against him,or watch himself fuck your needing pussy.
“You feel…so…so fucking good.” He’s babbling out the faster his hips move. You cry under him, his hips stuttering against you. As he slips out, it’s not long before you’re bent over the counter and he’s fucking back into your dripping hole. The messy sound of his balls clapping against your clit, wet slaps of skin as you called out his name. Grabbing for any bit of stability from the edge of the sink.
Your feet lifting off the ground with how hard he’s fucking into you, and you loudly let him know. Voice echoing off the tile walls, Leon’s own soft grunts are almost overshadowed. “Fuck, I’m so close...Leon!”
Three digits wrap around to rub at your clit as he keeps pounding against your ass. “Don’t stop!”
He’s panting against you, leaned over you while his fingers lose their momentum. “Baby, cum with me, I wanna make you so happy…” Kissing the back of your shoulder, you come undone. Leon’s holding onto you, moaning out your name with every final thrust into you. Pulling out and spilling onto your back, you sigh out pleasure as you reach one hand back for him. He holds it gently, as he always does.
“God, you’re so pretty like this..” He admires his work, leaning back and taking a good look at you.
After calming down, Leon helps you up. Looking up at him, you smile.
"So..you liked the picture?" You ask, Leon smiles back, "Loved it."
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