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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.
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.
entry 0 ♡ 3.3k wc (caldonia. chapter two)
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.
burned at first sight ♡ 1.8k wc (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.
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.
unaware (18+)
tim wright / masky x f!reader ♡ 1.3k wc
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.
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
♡.ᐟ.ᐟYou love watching Leon work out.
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.
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.
all tied up (18+)
older! leon s. kennedy x f!reader ♡ 1.2k wc
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.
cleaned today so i will post shibari leon fic tonight as my reward....its nothing special just something yummy ive been brewing
♡.ᐟ.ᐟ leon kennedy should be banned from shaving.
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.
he just loves you too much.
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.