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Leon S. Kennedy

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Simon GHOST Riley

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More coming soon!~

[gloomisun]

WIP!

Here we go again.. Is everyone getting tired of me yet..?

[3neety]

simon likes chinese food he told me himself

items vaguely referenced from simon's characterization in this fic. it changed my life but heed the warnings. yah there's pretzels in the paper bag.

[lahnabelle]

leftover

[fromsil]

“you broke a lot of rules, price”

[tojisteddy]

SIMON WITH A FULL SLEEVES, I KNEW IT I KNEW ITTT

[chamomiletealeaf]

Need him to Full Nelson me

[temeyes]

so mw4's coming i guess

[tojisteddy]

MY FINE SHITTTT

[madamechrissy]

Fucking your best friend's brother Levi

Levi Ackerman x f! Reader

How did you end up with your best friend's stepbrother Levi Ackerman's cock deep inside you, a calloused and firm on your mouth keeping your screams quiet? And why is he - the clean freak - so fucking messy with it?

Eren's moody ass just happened to somehow be your best friend - don't ask, but low-key you enjoyed him, even at his ultimate Aries brat level. So you found yourself over there all the time after college courses, helping him study and him smoking you out.

There was just one little issue however and that was his older stepbrother - Levi. How a mam that short could just aura farm like that you were not sure, but every time he walked out of the room to meticulously clean something, your pussy just had a heartbeat.

Eren was hot of course, but you two were only friends, the type of friends you could just spend the night together no problem. You'd take one side of the bed and him the other, only waking up to find him snoring.

Tonight you glimpse Levi shirtless, and you can't help but stare, that body cut and chiseled. Your heart hammers in your chest, grabbing a water and watching him just wiping down a counter in the middle of the night, turning to look over his shoulder at you.

"Tch, your top is all askew," he says as if it's really annoying him. You look down to see it is twisted, and your tit is almost out. "You should fix it."

You bite down on your lip, seeing your nipples press up against the material, and instead of listening you just sip your water, a drop of it falling down your throat.

Levi's thick cock leaks against his boxers, he sets down the wash cloth to meticulously wash his hands, dark hair falling over a brow that's raised.

"You don't listen, hmm?" His voice is like a fucking order, dark and husky, you shake your head and smile.

"Fix it for me, don't you like to fix things?" You tease, as he dries his hands, stepping to you then, lifting you like you're nothing and setting you in front of him. You gasp out when he yanks that top where it should be, hands on your waist.

For as short as Levi is, those hands were huge, long elegant fingers calloused from probably cleaning too much. He brushes them against your bare waist, as your breath comes in little pants, making you dizzy.

"I would show you how to listen to an order," he murmurs softly. Your cunt drips then, his thigh strong and muscled between yours as he leans down. "You're just a little brat."

"Am I?" You slip a strap back down and smile up at him.

And that's when Levi loses his tentative control.

He's not sure if Eren likes you more than a friend so he's always kept his distance. Despite all the times he's wanted to bend you over every surface and have you drip on it before he cleans your juices up.

He turns you to face the counter and dragging your ass back against him.

"Mnh!" You cry out when two fingers slip between your thighs, biting down on your lip to keep quiet, Levi teases your syrupy folds as you whine out desperately.

"Tsk. Dripping," he whispers, slipping under those shorts to find your bare cunt, dripping down the ridges of his elegant fingers. "What has you this wet, brat?"

You bite down on the inside of your cheek not to scream out when Levi's fingers run circles on your clit, head falling back. One of his hands grips a breast and kneading it in his hand, the other oressing higher.

"Can't talk now?" His whisper is diabolical to your ovaries, clit twitching and jumping for him, you inhale that clean scent in your nose as he leans close, lips brushing your neck. "Answer, be good for once."

Fuck.

"You," you're trembling then, looking over your shoulder to meet his dark gray eyes, dilated with need, feeling his thick cock against your ass. "Wet for you."

Levi sinks his fingers inside your gummy walls, pressing on your spongy spot and making you whine out, earning a firm hand on your mouth. "Arch."

You obey far too easily, and soon Levi's cock is rubbing up and down your slit, you're crying out into his palm, every movement making you drip down his spotless tile floor.

"I'll make you clean that later, what a sloppy little cunt," he whispers, gathering some of it then and sucking you off his fingers, moaning. "Fuck you taste sweet."

You're shocked, lips parted as you watch - the last thing you expected Levi Ackerman to do was suck your cunt off his fingers. Levi the clean freak, the man always putting everything in order.

Yet when he fucks into you? He's not that Levi anymore - no his strokes are mean, filthy, balls smacking your clit as he fucks you bent over in his immaculate kitchen.

Veiny length rubbing against your walls, he hits your cervix when he bottoms out. You're screaming into his palm as he pounds into your cunt relentlessly, laughing softly at the sounds echoing.

"Cunt is so loud, listen," you hear it, the messy squelching as he pushes his cock deep. You're throbbing around him and milking him, he can't help but turn your face and kiss you then. "M'gonna clean you all up after too, little brat."

You are lost in his every movement, the way his reddened tip drags along your spot makes you see stars. Your core heats up and you don't just come - you squirt down Levi's pretty cock, all down your legs in rivulets, making him groan softly in pleasure, loud in your ear while a hand grips your neck.

"Tch, you're dripping on my floors, what are you gonna do when I fill you with all my come. Huh?"

Your answer is a desperate whine, an arch of your hips. His fingers slips up to your pulsepoint, feeling it flutter as he shoves his cock in deep. Bottoming out inside you, his cock pulsing pre against your cervix.

"Gonna fill you up so much," his whisper is met with his ropes of come painting your walls. You feel it flooding you, throbbing and thickening impossibly, you're shivering as it sends you again. "Can't even keep it inside you? Tch, wasteful..."

You're too fucked out and dizzy to hear anything, your ears are ringing. You're weakly shaking when the door opens, and Levi has you dressed so quickly its insane.

Eren walks out and yawns, looking at you two, while Levi pretends to clean the floors underneath you.

Well he actually is. You really did drip all over.

"What are you two doing up?" He asks, yawning then.

"Cleaning up your messy friend," Levi's answer makes you gasp, Erin cringes and sighs. "Go to bed kid."

"Oh Jesus, don't make me hear it please," Eren runs back to his room and you look at Levi wide eyed.

"You don't care if he knows we..."

He sinks to his knees, tugging your shorts down, licking up the juices and his own milky come from your inner thigh. Your hands clutch in his soft brown hair, tightening at the roots as his breath ghosts your cunt, he watches white pouring out of it and moans.

"Needed to make sure he didn't like you," you smile then.

"Do you like me Levi?"

"I'm about to eat my come out of you," you're trembling when he throws a thigh over his shoulder, tongue slipping across your slit. "I'd say the answer is yes, I do."

You never though clean freak Levi would eat pussy at all. But especially not lap his cum out of your hole so thoroughly - but he'd made a mess of you. And he intended to clean it all up, every drop.

Levi is on my mind 🤭

[bumblebeeonthistle]

kinktober25 drabbles | Levi Ackerman

✰ 1st October | orgasm control

✰ 2nd October | coming untouched

✰ 3rd October | threesome

✰ 4th October | voyerism

✰ 5th October | finger sucking

✰ 6th October | outdoor sex

✰ 7th October | blindfolds

✰ 8th October | webcam (part I of III)

✰ 9th October | exhibitionism

✰ 10th October | oral sex

✰ 11th October | handcuffs

✰ 12th October | sex work (part II of III)

✰ 13th October | dildos

✰ 14th October | omegaverse

✰ 15th October | sex pollen

✰ 16th October | remote control

✰ 17th October | messy sex

✰ 18th October | dom/sub

✰ 19th October | sensory deprivation

✰ 20th October | mirror sex

✰ 21st October | forced orgasm

✰ 22nd October | quiet sex

✰ 23rd October | biting

✰ 24th October | gags

✰ 25th October | double penetration

✰ 26th October | lingerie

✰ 27th October | hair pulling

✰ 28th October | multiple orgasms

✰ 29th October | body worship

✰ 30th October | breeding

✰ 31st October | writer's choice (part III of III)

✰ Bonus prompt | uniform kink

✰ Bonus prompt | wall sex

cross-posted on ao3

more of my Levi works

I used this list for my prompts. Might not get through them all in October, but we'll see...

Also, drabbles are technically 100 words long, but I'm known to be bad at controlling myself, so many of them are probably gonna be longer.

UPDATE April 2026: still working on it guys

[bumblebeeonthistle]

kinktober25 | bonus: wall sex | ao3 link | masterlist tags: Levi/Reader, wall sex, Underground!Levi, dom!Levi, jealous!Levi, sexual frustration warnings: MDNI wc: 640

“You’re a fucking menace,” you complain, hands braced against the wall as you arche your back.

The head of Levi’s cock slides slowly back and forth against your folds. “Oh?” His grip on you tightens, and he stills his movement with his tip pressed against your entrance.

You try thrusting back your hips, but Levi keeps you in place with a click of his tongue. “Impatient brat.”

“Levi– fuck– stop teasing, god damn it!”

“Teasing?” Slowly, painfully slowly, he moves his hips, pressing his tip just past your entrance. “Darling, you don’t know teasing.”

You whimper as he stops again. God, you just want him to fuck you dumb against the wall, have wanted it for so long–

“Did you know I’d never touched myself before?” he whispers. He leans forwards until his chest is pressed against your back, his hair tickling your cheek. “Not before I met you, that is…”

You writhe against him, trying desperately to fuck yourself against his cock, but you find yourself unable to move, pinned between Levi’s warm body and the cold wall in front of you.

“You,” he hisses, “strutting around, distracting me from planning our next heist because I was too busy fucking my fist every damn night, wishing it was you–“

And then, without warning, he thrusts forwards, bottoming out until his crotch is pressed against your ass. You feel yourself spasm around him, and Levi curses in your ear. 

“You don’t know teasing,” he repeats. “And then, tonight, watching you flirt with fucking Winther of all damn people.” He emphasises his words with another roll of his hips, still in that agonisingly slow rhythm. “Making me fucking lose it before I could take you to a proper bed.”

You moan as he moves again, and you feel his cock twitch inside you. “But maybe, you like it like this? Against a wall in a filthy alley where anyone could fucking see us– fuck–“

You clench around him and finally, finally, he increases his pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the narrow alleyway while your slick runs down your thighs, ruining both your pants.

You find that you don’t care – you don’t care that you’re heard or seen or that you’ll have to explain to Furlan why you and Levi had to change clothes on your way home – no, all you care about is Levi and the way his cock moves in and out of you, the way his breathing stutters and his grip on your hips becomes bruising, the way he groans into your ear and places searing hot kisses along your neck–

“I want to feel you come around my cock – think you can do that?” he breathes, and that’s all it takes before the heat coiling low in your stomach erupts into burning pleasure.

Levi’s hips stutters, and you feel him empty himself deep inside you, the warmth of his cum coating your walls and running down your thighs, mixing with your own.

You twist around in his arms to face him, but Levi presses a hand to the back of your neck, keeping your face to the wall.

He hasn’t pulled out yet, and to your surprise, you find that he’s still hard.

“Tch. We’re not done yet.” He caresses the side of your neck with calloused knuckles. “You think you can get away with only one round, after riling me up like that for months?”

You shake your head, wishing he’d start moving again – because despite your recent orgasm, his words make want and heat course through you again (he’s always had that effect on you, after all, and it pleases you to no end to discover that you have the same effect on him).

“Good girl,” he murmurs.

Then, he starts rolling his hips again.

sketch above is by me and part of my 100 day Levi art challenge

more of my Levi works

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[johnpricescumrag]

You'd been sitting in the common room, curled up on a loveseat. You weren't even wearing anything sexy.

Soap just grabbed you by the waist, tugged your pants and panties down, and slid into you.

"Christ, she's so fuckin' tight." Soap groans, hips rutting into your pussy roughly.

"You're gonna stain your dress blues, Johnny." Ghost rumbles from an armchair a few feet away.

"That sloppy pussy's gonna make us all late, lads." Price laughs, lazily jerking his cock. "We're supposed to be at the gala in less than twenty minutes."

"Hurry up, Soap!" Gaz complains. "I want a turn with her before we have to go!"

"She has other holes!" Soap grunts, his hips harshly slamming into you.

"Easy, boys. There's more than enough of that pussy to go around." Ghost laughs. His hand comes to pet your cheek, his thumb parting your lips.

High-pitched, squeaky moans are forced out of you with each harsh thrust. You clench around Soap hard enough for him to curse, his hips stuttering.

Gaz practically body slams Soap out of the way to get to you, or more adequately, your sloppy, dribbling pussy. "Shh, easy, honey. It's just me."

Gaz's thrusts are deep and harsh, making you repeatedly sob and cry out his name. Your whole word narrows down to Gaz and his cock. Nothing else really registers to you.

You sob at the loss when Gaz pulls out of your spent, swollen pussy. You whine, confused when no one moves to replace him.

"Sorry, slut. We've gotta go." Ghost sneers, patting your cheek condescendingly.

Price smiles at you, "I'll fuck ya when we get back. Keep that cunt nice an' loose for me."

[chloesimaginationthings]

Leon Kennedy is the mom that STEPPED up in resident evil

[johnpricescumrag]

"Fuckin' hell, you're tight, Bonnie." Soap groans, sinking into your hole in one smooth motion.

You whimper around the cock stuffed down your throat. Ghost grunts in response, his hips twitching.

"Easy, Johnny. Poor thing'll end up chokin' on me." Ghost says, slowly fucking into your mouth.

It's all so much.

Soap's cock pounding into you, hitting those perfect spots with each pass.

Every one of Soap's thrusts forcing you further onto Ghost's cock, your nose being pressed against his balls.

You can feel Gaz toying with your nipples. You can tell it's him by the soft flicks.

Nikolai's sucking hickies into your hips and stomach, making you squirm even more on the cocks impaling you.

Ghost cums down your throat with a surprisingly high-pitched groan. He pulls out, wiping his tip on your lips to clean himself off.

"That's it." Ghost grunts, stepping back.

Gaz uses the opportunity to kiss you, practically licking Ghost's cum from your mouth. "Fuck, you taste good."

You whine, feeling Soap flood your hole with his cum. "Ah, oh fuck..."

Once Soap steps back, Nikolai's flipping you onto your front.

"Kyle, you get the front. I want the back, da?" Nikolai says, spreading your ass to watch Soap's cum dribble from your hole.

"Yes, sir." Kyle responds, moving your head to his lap, gripping your hair to push you down on his cock.

Nikolai doesn't warn you before he plunges into you. At least you've been pretty stretched out.

You cry out onto Gaz's cock. He tugs your hair harshly, thrusting up into your throat.

"Got a good mouth, yeah?" Ghost comments.

Gaz moans, "Fuck yeah."

Nikolai fucks into you like he hates you. The grip he has on your hips is bruising. Each thrust jolted you forward, choking you on Gaz's cock.

You come around Nikolai's cock, spasming and gagging. Gaz groans, forcing your head down to his pubic bone. Nikolai's cum joins Soap's.

"Alright, let 'em breathe, son." Price says, his hand on Gaz's shoulder.

Gaz and Nikolai leave you on the mattress, shivering with oversensitity. Price straddles your prone form, ignoring your whiny noises.

"It's okay, lovie. Just gonna make ya cum once more." Price shushes, easily sheathing his cock in your hole.

Price presses his chest right against your back, caging you against the bed. You whimper and sob into the sheets.

"Can't hear ya," Price grumbles, yanking your head back by your hair, "C'mon, moan pretty for us."

High-pitched squeals and moans force their way out of your throat with each thrust. Whenever Price decides you aren't being loud enough, he tugs on your hair, forcing your back into an arch.

You come again, shrieking and soaking the bedsheets. Price groans at the sudden tightness, pulling out to cover your ass in his come.

[letting-it-happen]

Simon can't wait to get you pregnant.

He didn't say as much, but you can tell by the way he fucks you. No man thrusts as he does without wanting a very specific outcome.

***

In the beginning of your relationship, you confided that hormonal birth control is not an option for various reasons. He nodded, suggesting that you just keep using rubbers indefinitely.

You took a deep breath, assuming he would get frustrated, as the others did. Unable or unwilling to go without a condom, it didn't matter to them. They moved on.

Simon didn't.

One night, in the heat of the most intense orgasm of your life, you demanded that he remove the rubber. He stopped thrusting, silent as he regarded you in the dark, eyes shining. Your stomach sank at the realization that you may have put him off. He pulled out, his large cock leaving you feeling empty.

You covered your eyes with one hand and swore under your breath, convinced he might leave. Your eyes snapped open at the audible snick of him stripping off the rubber and tossing it aside. He pushed your thighs apart and buried his tip in your opening as he asked if you're sure.

As you said yes, he pushed in all the way, the bottom of your lungs feeling bruised at the rough intrusion. He felt bigger, as though the condom were limiting his size. You were finally experiencing his full girth, tears prickling at your eyes as you held onto him for dear life.

So big.

***

Simon's not worn a condom since.

He comes against your cervix every night. Sometimes again in the morning.

You've forgotten to mark the first day of your last menstrual cycle on the calendar.

It's fine. You'll figure it out.

[cyberdrream]

simon 'ghost' riley has a breeding kink 18+

he presses down on your knees, pushing them into your chest, his cock pushing into you with a languid thrust. you've been fucking like bunnies for a while now, but you can feel the sweat on your forehead, see how red his skin is.

“take a break b-baby.” you whisper out, breath completely knocked out of you, your hand trembling as it fists his shirt.

“no,” he shakes his head, but you can see how tired he is, “gotta, love, gotta get you pregnant before i go off again.” he pins your arm above you, his calloused hand on your wrist, “s'igotta- igotta…"

you shake your head, and draw his neck closer to you, feeling the soft curls that have grown out from army regs. “si, i'm always gonna be here.”

his cock twitches inside you, and he looks at you with pleading eyes, “please, i wanna- i gotta, i need ineed--" 

you look at him with the softest eyes, he thinks he could drown in them, “i'll always be here, si, don't overwork yourself baby.”

he comes in you, the words sending him teetering off a cliff, his hands grip you as his cum fills you up for the fifth time tonight, leaking out of your glittery cunt, before he tries to put it back again with big fingers.

“please, i wanna- igotta.” he shakes his head, “gotta make you a mom.”

[ + the pregnancy test shows two lines the next week, it's devastating you can't tell him that, then. because he's on deployment somewhere classified. ]

[kkusuka]

pt. 2

your roommate was a strange man.

can you even really call him a roommate if he's only home for one week every few months? but when he is home, simon riley is a pretty good roommate.

he fixes the heater that's been broken for two months, he replaces the faucet after it drenches you for turning it on too quick, he even takes a look at your car when you mention how your breaks have been squeaking. but other than his penchant for whiskey and the color black, you really don't know much about the man you've been living with for more than a year.

he's in the military, you know that for sure. he works with a team because he tells you that you have a striking resemblance to a man names "soap"? you take that as a compliment even if he didn't really mean it to be one. he wears combat boots even when he's off, you buy him a pair for his birthday that he doesn't take off until soles wear out. but all of these are merely observations, you don't actually know anything about him.

and it's not like you don't try to find out more things about him. you search his name on google- nothing. you ask him about his social media- 'don't got any'. you never ask about family because he never brings them up. all you have is a phone number and the license plate on his beat up dodge charger.

so, getting a call in the middle of the night, three months after you'd last seen simon, about a mission taking a bad turn and simon taking a bullet for an american private. all you really manage to catch after that was the hospital's address and a room number to ask for.

you feel like you're in a trance as you pack yourself an overnight bag, then move to simon's room and just start grabbing the softest clothes you can find and a bunch of snacks from his side of the pantry, then you're off.

you didn't want to see desperate or overly worried about a man whose favorite song you don't know but you're pushing into the high 90s on your way down. and your mind isn't clear until you're standing in front of a tired looking nurse in sanrio scrubs.

"um, i need to get into room 1206?" you barely choke the words out before she's getting up to lead you, "oh! mrs. riley, they told me you were on your way."

"oh-i'm, well" and if you hadn't watch so many hospital shows where they don't let anyone but family into the room you would have just told her the truth, but you just shut your mouth, give her a tight smile, and follow her down the hallway.

the room doesn’t take long to get to, but the door is shut and you can hear the people inside talking. but the nurse doesn't even hesitate to swing the door wide open, "mr. riley, your wife is here."

and then there are four sets of eyes trained on you, but all you can look at is the hulking figure of your roommate sat up in his comically small hospital bed. and all you can muster up is a slight smile and a small wave in his direction before the bags you're holding fly straight onto the floor.

"oh, shoot- i'm sorry. i didn't know if you needed anything so i just grabbed some things from your dresser- and some of those granola bars you like, and there should be a gatorade somewhere in there. and, oh my god, i'm sorry, how are you? i came as soon as they called, and they said you got shot, and-"

"calm down, sweetheart, or yer gonna be the one that needs a hospital bed." ok, simon could still speak that was good, and he was conscious and remembered you.

"i'm sorry. i just got worried, and-" simon knew you well enough to know that you'll worry yourself to death if he lets you keep going, "nothin' to worry about, sweetheart, pull up a chair, you've 'ad stressful few hours."

you practically fell back into the chair that the man with the kindest brown eyes you've ever seen pushed towards you. and for the first time since you arrived, you took a deep, long breath. hand clasped in your lap as you take simon in.

"feeling any better, mrs. riley?"

"she's fine, garrick." 

'garrick' seems utterly unphased by your roommate's- husband's? you can address that later- tone and just continues to smile at you.

"c'mon simon, we just wannae ken 'bout the bonnie lass yer hidin' from yer pals. ye 'aven't even introduced us." you're glad the scot waited until you'd calmed down to start speaking because it took you at least 30 seconds to realize he was even talking about you.

"sweetheart these are the boys, boys this is sweetheart, now fuck off before you scare 'er away"

they didn’t seem like they were going to leave until the older man practically dragged them out saying something about the heaping loads of paperwork they had to do. so will a little wave and a cheeky smile, they were gone.

"so, um, ho-how are you feeling? they, uh, said that you got shot?"

" 'm fine, sweetheart, better knowing i've got a bird at home who'll come runnin' cause she thinks 'm hurt, yeah wife?"

yeah, maybe you'll let the mrs. riley thing go on for a little bit longer.

idk i just really like the idea of simon just picking someone random and being like 'yeah this is it, you're mine now' and they have literally no idea