need a tboy to compare sizes w me. "c'mooon, indulge me a little," as he reaches for the button of my jeans. he's bigger than me, obviously. he's been on t for much longer than me. he laughs anyways. "look at how small your dick is," shoving his up against mine. condescending, mean, but god he's handsome like that, pride big and swollen like his cock against mine
Downtime
Swine
Sexual themes
di! leon is just so cocky all the time.
he has this air of confidence surrounding him, a smug expression on his face whenever you look.
he knows when you’re staring, when you’re growing horny just at the sight of him doing the most mediocre shit.. and he just oozes satisfaction.
always teasing you, putting on this blissfully unaware act, pretending to be oblivious to how you’re practically drooling over him.
he forces you to spell it out for him, makes you physically beg for him to stuff you full, tell him how needy you are, show him..
and he’ll practically edge you, touching you barely in the places you need him most, whispering sweet praises in your ear ‘nd getting you all worked up just to rip away that sweet release when you reach it.
his whole cocky act is hot. gets you going, makes you a lil dumb sometimes… but you do have needs.
and so, when you’ve had enough of his relentless torture and that goddamn smirk on his lips, you flip the switch
he’d be a little tipsy (i mean it’s di!leon he’s always tipsy) and you’re both just sat in the living room doing nothing..
and he just looks so delicious. his hair is a little tousled from where he’d been running his hand through it tiredly, and his legs are spread so wide and it’s a little unfair that he looks so good effortlessly
so, of course, you grow a little needy. your eyes are wandering over his muscles that are very much visible through his loose t-shirt, how it frames his biceps and sticks to his slutty waist.. his eyes are closed and he’s leaning his head back on the cushions, and his adams apple is just so suckable and the whole of his neck is practically screaming your name.
you’re clenching your thighs a little, taking your bottom lip between your teeth and feeling ur stomach churn.
you’re on autopilot, you don’t even realise you’re leaning in until ur placing delicate kisses along the exposed skin of his neck. he startles a little at the unexpected feeling, head rolling forward a little and eyes blinking open to watch you.
and he’s already smiling to himself, muttering a smooth, “you alright baby?”
and god, you don’t know what it is but your cunt is already clenching around nothing and you can feel your slick. you don’t know if you can hold out for the night, put up with his methods.
so you just stay quiet, swinging a leg over his lap so that you’re straddling him, and you just leave little marks as you slowly move up to his jawline.
one of his arms has moved to lazily hold your hip, the other is draped along the back of the couch. you need him bad.
and he’s already getting turned on by this. how could he not? you just looked so cute when you were this desperate, and all for him? made his heart melt, and his dick hard.
it’s almost funny how you can already feel his semi below you, and you resist the urge to roll your crotch against it. not yet. you’d planned this meticulously, you’d get him all hot and bothered, then leave him high nd dry, just like he did to you so many times before.
by now, you’re kissing the corner of his lips. he’s nuzzling his face closer, and both your eyes are fluttering shut when your lips brush. his lips are surprisingly soft, no matter how many times you feel them against yours or press your fingertips to them, it’s always a little unexpected.
you slot your lips against his in a closed-mouth kiss, just a fleeting one really, before you pull away. one of his hands reaches up and holds you by the back of your hair, pulling you back in gently. you kiss him again, and again, and again, and pretty soon your tongues are tangled in a slow, languid dance.
and everything is so quiet except for the lewd sound of your lips rolling together, and the light sounds that escape the both of you.
you feel him fully hard below you now, and his touches are becoming tighter and more intense.
one of your hands moves to hold the back of the couch for stability, and the other is tangled in his hair as you give an experimental grind of your hips.
his reaction is immediate; it’s obvious he wasn’t expecting it. he fucking moans outright, the hand thats holding your hip grips tighter, shooting a light pinch of pain up your side.
you keep your lips against his when you do it again, this time a little more confidently, and he has to pull away to catch his breath. he stares up at you accusingly, like he wants to stop you but he can’t, he looks both pained and confused.
you don’t give him a chance to speak, because if you hear the deep rasp of his voice, you fear you’d give in to your desires instantly and forfeit your body to him; let him torture you for hours. but not this time, you’re so desperate for him that you just need to take what you want.
you surge back forward, your lips meeting roughly with a little clash of teeth. your hips seem to be already moving on their own accord; grinding back and forth over his bulge. you feel the heat of him pressing against you, you can fucking feel when he twitches a little and the rough material of his jeans pressing against your clothed cunt makes you almost spiral.
you’re pretty sure you’re so wet that he can feel it as well, you wouldn’t be surprised if it had leaked through all layers of clothing that separated you and was drenching his cock right now.
he can’t help but pull away, his breath a little ragged and his voice strained, “baby, fuck, what’re you doing..”
you don’t give him an answer. you just roll your hips down harder, and his mouth is gaping wider in a silent moan. his other hand moves to hold your other hip, and his grip tightens, as if he wants to move you off or flip you over. you just grab hold of his wrists, sliding his hands up so that they’re cupping your clothed tits. he groans, unable to stop himself from indulging, already groping them.
it’s obvious he doesn’t really want you to stop, because he very obviously overpowers you a thousandfold with his strength, hell with just a strong thrust of his hips he could send you toppling to the ground. but he doesn’t.
your breath is hitching when you let go of him, letting him keep his hands on your chest. you move to hold the arm of the couch, and his knee for stability. you lean back a bit, and with this angle both your crotches are perfectly pressed against each other. “want you to cum like this..”
and he’s losing it, head rolling back as he tries to stop his eyes from closing, wanting to watch you. he could stop this in a second, switch the roles, put you in your place, but he’s enjoying this. maybe a little too much.
and he could feel your drenched pussy, if he focused enough he could feel the fucking outline. the way your pressing so hard against him is making him fucking twitch and leak like crazy, and it’s almost painful how hard he is in the confines of his boxers & pants.
he’s sure his tip is a flushed pink, all shiny and wet with his pre. how was he so worked up over a little dry humping? why was he getting even fucking harder at the prospect of soiling his boxers with his cum?
it didn’t matter, because he was already close. he’d feel more embarrassed if he didn’t feel so damn good, the hungry look in your eye made him shudder slightly. he bit his lip harshly as he tried to not buck his hips. he looked down, and the languid roll of your hips, seeing the damp spot on your crotch was driving him fucking mad.
his mouth opened as he released little pants, becoming almost panicked because of how good it was. you were looking down at him so sexily, and this whole position made him dizzy.
“fuck… oh fuck, baby, gonna make me… i’m gonna… fuhhhhckkk, i’m cumming—”
and he’s sure it would’ve been one of the best fucking orgasms of his life, if it weren’t for you lifting your hips at the last minute.
his cock is twitching uncontrollably, and he couldn’t help but release one spurt of cum before you pulled away.
he lets out a groan that sounds awfully whiny, eyes glaring up at you. you just pout down at him with faux sympathy, moving your cunt away when he bucks his hips in search of your heat.
he’s grimacing at the uncomfortable feeling of his sticky boxers, and how hard he is, and how close he is to just squirming and whimpering for you like that rookie would’ve all those years ago.
and you’re the smug one this time, finally knowing what it’s like to not be on the receiving end, and you have to admit you understand why he enjoys this so much.
once you’re sure he won’t cum instantly at the contact, you move your hips back down, pressing your needy cunt back against him. you relish in the sigh he breathes, both of relief and desperation.
excitement was curling in your stomach, at the thought that you could get him all whiny beneath you, to see the extent you could bring him to. the promise that you could put him in his place.
you knew one thing for certain, no matter how soaked or hot your pussy got, you’d put off your own pleasure for his. (eventually).
how would vendetta leon fuck you?? ://
to be honest he’s similar to how i think damnation!leon would fuck
except less lazy lol
it’s obvious that he’s drunk a lot of the time.
so he’s not got the same coordinated thrusts that he’d have back when he was 27, or even when he was an innocent rookie.
he’s more sloppy, chasing his high is all that matters, rather than concentrating on making you feel good.
ik :/
but his pleasure = yours, so watching him above you as he’s fucking you, his face contorting in pleasure and those little grunts nd quiet moans barely escaping his lips makes you feel good anyway.
a lot of the time, it’s missionary tbh. he’s a lot less creative with it at this point, again he just wants to feel good after everything he’s been through, goes through.
his large hands would be gripping you so tight that it hurts, and there will definitely be bruises to deal with later, one of them settled on your hip and the other is holding your side - right under your boob, thumb digging into your ribs. and he’s pulling you down so roughly to meet his thrusts.. it’s not his fault, he doesn’t notice how strong he really is when he’s got you beneath him like this :(
and his rhythm is nonsensical, and you kind of just have to go with the flow for a lot of it. but he’ll remember you, reaching a shaky hand down to rub at your swollen clit just the way he knows you like, and all is forgiven.
you cum a lot of the time just by watching him. his little oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..’s making you cream around him almost instantly.
but if he fills you to the brim with his spend before you finish, he will return the favour tenfold with his tongue.
of course, he needs to roll off you for a min to catch his breath. sometimes, he forgets to even do that, and absolutely crushes you with his weight as he puts his head into the crook of your neck, panting harshly. but it’s okay, you don’t mind, because you love him sm :/
he’ll then kiss down your chest, between the valleys of your tits, and down your stomach so sweetly, tired eyes glued to yours hungrily…
then he’s kissing right above your slit, kissing around it, kissing your thighs…
then he’s pressing a delicate kiss to ur clit. another. then another. pretty soon he’s just making out with the bundle of nerves, making you see stars.
he’ll briefly slip his tongue into your weeping hole, thrusting the wet muscle once, twice, thrice, before licking back up to your tingling clit and flicking at it.. wrapping his swollen lips around it, sucking gently.
and that always makes you cum quick, and hard… if he wants to keep going, he’ll slip two fingers inside with no resistance and immediately start thrusting them in and out…
he loves to take care of u after sex.. but i feel vendetta!leon just kinda forgets??
like, most of the time, he’ll get a towel and clean the mess between your legs, then cuddle u to sleep..
but sometimes, he’ll just roll off you and with his naked back to you, he’ll immediately pass out, snores and everything.
then, on shaky legs, you have to clean up yourself. but it’s okay, because he’s trying so hard :(
anyways, a lot of the time, after a mission specifically, he’ll just cuddle you tightly from behind… kissing and nipping at the back of your neck to bring you to full consciousness
then, when you give him the green light, he’s lifting one of your legs up and over his waist, slipping your cute panties to the side and just fucking you like that.
it’s a stretch with no preparation, and you have to bury your face in the pillow a little to muffle your lil grunts of pain, but they quickly morph into ones of pleasure cause his dick just feels so good every time and belongs in that heat between ur legs at all times :/
and you’ll reach down and play w ur clit, clenching all tight around him, and moaning at the hiss that leaves him at the feeling. he never lasts that long when he’s tired nd fucking you like this.. so he’d shove his nose in your hair, inhaling ur scent when he cums, groaning deeply in his chest.
and you’ll either sleep like that, with him buried inside you holding in his spend, or as i said he’ll clean you up and hold you in his huge arms and sleep like that.
he’s such an asshole… i need him
minors dni 💕
re2 leon just gets so horny whenever ur around. poor baby can’t help it :(
making urself a coffee in the break room? he’s watching your face of concentration, how your brows lightly furrow, how your tongue peaks out of the corner of your mouth. he wonders what it’d look like when you cum.
you’re practising in the shooting range? his eyes are locked on how you hold the gun with such perfection, holding it tight to prevent any recoil, cramping fingers twitching around it. he’s imagining how you’d hold his cock, would you hold it tight? or soft, as if it would break?
speaking to another officer, maybe even offering some light flirting? he’s focused on how smoothly your voice runs, how effortless the words spill from your pretty mouth. he’s thinking of all the sounds he could get you to make, wondering if they’d be short gasps & whines, or deep moans and breathy laughs.
so, he of course has to avoid you. he enjoys these brief mental images, but he can’t just not do any work. especially since he’s a rookie, he’ll get fired :/.
but oh, you already have him wrapped around your finger, and you don’t even know it. he’s started to get hard at even the mere thought of you, and on most some nights, he’s in bed, the shower, his couch, cock twitching and leaking in his hand as he cries out, cries out for you.
whimpering your name, heavy moans, sometimes even humping the pillow imagining its you.. all that shit. you’ve got him hooked, with what? like, four.. maybe five conversations? all brief, all pretty surface-level.
all you know him as is the new rookie, bright-eyed and adorably shy, but he knows you. your full name, your part on the force, your work friends… he wasn’t just always observing you, he observed your surroundings too. but that was only in the station.
one night, a particularly lonely one, he did some digging… okay, a lot of digging. found out your personal friends, some of your family’s names, where you like to go on weekends, how your apartment looks… he’s not being creepy, he’s being curious.
sucks that his brain seems to stop working whenever you’re talking to him, it’s like he’s a stammering teenage boy all over again. he wants to ask you out so bad, to treat you right, but he chickens out at every opportunity to take you on a date.
so, for now, he’s stuck with his hand or the pillow, letting out desperate whines and breathless groans as he thinks of you, the things he wants to do to you, what he wants you to do to him. chasing that blissful high, a high he hopes you know is meant for you. every last bit.
he hopes that he can muster the courage to ask you to get drinks one of these days, his usual methods are getting pretty boring. :/
cw: mdni, fem!reader, very short drabble, hand kink, finger sucking, drool, dumbification(?), p in v, lmk if i’m missing anything
note: hi idk what this is…i just want di leon’s fingers in my mouth </3
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“You with me, angel?”
Two snaps of Leon’s fingers brought you back to reality, your once rolled back eyes setting back on him. Your vision was hazy, it felt like there was a dreamy filter surrounding your lover.
All he had to do was let you hold his hand and trace the lines of his palm to your heart’s content before you were tugging him on top of you, snaking your hands towards his sweats, and persuading him to fuck you. Not that it took much effort, honestly. One bat of your lashes and he was a goner.
“Uh huh.”
thinking about how damnation leon fucks you ://
he’s a little lazy..
and drunk.
so a lot of the time it’s you riding him
whenever ur hips meet his, quiet little grunts spill from his mouth as his eyes are staring up at you like you hung the stars. though you can hardly tell with how they’re barely open
every few seconds his brows will pinch together, a brief whiney moan wrenching itself from his throat as his fingers twitch from where they grip your hips
when you lean down to kiss him, he’s so slowly kissing you back, heavy eyelids fluttering closed
when he’s got you in missionary, it will always turn into a mating press, he’d press most of his weight on top of you as he slowly thrusts in and out of your soaked pussy, huffing and puffing into your neck whenever you clench around him extra tight
“oh fuck, baby…” he’s mumbling, thrusts growing uncoordinated and sloppy. “feels so good… feels like fucking heaven, fuhhhckk… gonna make me fuckin’ cum—”
and you’re just lying there, hardly breathing because he’s just so big and strong and you basically have no room between the two of you, crying out for him to fill you up good, arching your back for him
and his cock just feels so good that even if he’s not fucking you as hard n fast as he used to, you can’t help but cream multiple times around him. he just reaches places you can’t reach yourself, and he just makes you see stars every time
sometimes he just wants you to sit on his face after a long mission, waking you up at ridiculous hours of the night whispering to you how much he needs you on his mouth, how he needs to taste you now.
and so sometimes he won’t even fuck you, he’ll just lay there with your thighs on either side of his face, big fingers gripping them tight as he laps at your cunt like a man starved
his eyes are closed, so you can’t see that his eyes are rolled to the back of his head as he’s shoving his tongue into your hole, fucking it in nd out of you
and he makes sure to pay attention to your clit as well, flicking at it desperately, trying to pull as much needy sounds from you as possible
and he doesn’t stop when you cum the first time, no, he keeps going ‘til you physically pass out.
he can’t get enough of you, even without the stamina, he’s just as insatiable as he was all those years ago. he would think that with all the trauma and alcohol in his life, his libido would be nonexistent, but one look at you desperately clenching your thighs makes his dick spring to life. literally
in conclusion, i need him
thinking about how desperate re2 leon gets for you🥹
he just thinks you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen
so it’s not his fault that his cute dick gets all leaky and twitchy whenever ur around :/
you could be doing anything. cooking, cleaning, or jus sat on the couch watching tv.
he’s coming over to you, whispering in ur ear so adorably and begging for you to fuck him :(
if ur on the couch, he’s collapsing over you, shoving his head into your neck. with a heavy inhale, he takes in your scent, feeling his cock twitch in his sweatpants.
you can’t help but sigh - he’s insatiable. but you can’t help but give into him everytime, no matter how spent your pussy/mouth is.
you run a hand through his soft blonde hair, feeling his hot breath fan your neck. he’s so touchy, his hands running up and down your sides
you’d ask him so sweetly if he’s okay, what he needs, and all he does is just reply with a weak moan. he’d take one of your hands, sliding it down between your bodies and settling it onto his rock hard tent.
he’s already sighing blissfully at the contact, beginning to slowly rock his hips against your hand. you smile knowingly, beginning to palm him gently. he’s whining quietly against you, sighing out little, “need it so bad..” and “pleaseplease lemme fuck you, baby.. i wan’ you… want your pussy…”
and how could you deny him? you let him everytime because it’s not his fault :/
if ur cooking or cleaning, he’ll randomly spawn behind you.
he’s wrapping his big arms around your waist, pulling your back against his chest with a huff
you feel it immediately - his bulge throbbing against your ass
he can’t help but grind against you, whispering little “m’sorry, so sorry baby… s’sorry, sorry.. jus’ can’t help it..”
then he’s rutting up against you, holding your waist so hard there’s sure to be bruises forming
he’s whimpering lowly into your ear, heavy sighs and hard breaths fanning you. he’s kissing your face (more like slobbering) and telling you how good you are to him, how he doesn’t deserve you. “love you s’much, fuck…”
he’ll even wake you up at ridiculous hours of the night, groping your tits and licking at your neck sloppily from behind
you’re too tired to do much, just pulling down ur skimpy shorts and cute panties and letting him slip between your thighs, humping you like a bunny in heat
as you drift back to sleep to the sound of him moaning and whimpering “‘s soo good… fuckfuckfuck feels—” he’s being cut off by his own sounds when he feels your cunt twitch against his weeping cock :(
and you can vaguely feel him cumming so quick, how can he not when your thighs feel so good around him? he’s biting hard down on your shoulder, letting out choked sounds and pulling you even harder against him
through your tiredness, you smile.
it’s not his fault that he’s horny all the time, it’s yours
he’s such a good boy <3
day 274
I think that Chris is into shibari. Specifically tying others up, but he wouldn’t mind being practiced on occasionally.
It’s a skill that requires patience. Chris likes the routine of it, and the finished product is a thing of beauty. Sometimes he’ll whip out a sketchbook and even do a drawing of the person he tied up, hanging beautifully from the ropes.
He likes to match up his subject with the perfect color of rope to compliment their skin tone. Learning the different types of knots was difficult at first, but now it comes second nature and is relaxing to practice over and over again.
The gender he is practicing on doesn’t matter. I don’t even think it would always necessarily be a sexual thing for him. He just loves it as an art form more than anything (that isn’t to say that he doesn’t use it during sexual scenes, because he definitely would).
thinking about how re4 leon fucks 🎀
ofc minors dni
we all know this man is pent up.
so its pretty desperate, intense, sometimes even needy
it’s cute, how he seems to deflate once he’s inside. the way all his stress and worries dissolve as soon as he gets you wrapped around him.
at first, his pace isn’t out of this world, but the hardness of his thrusts make you see stars. he pulls back, back, back and then slams himself back in.
his head is buried in the crook of your neck, fingers roughly gripping your hips as he tugs you down to meet his thrusts. he’s sucking harshly on your neck so he doesn’t release the sounds bubbling up in his throat, but kisses the area delicately afterwards. cutie
mostly fucks you in missionary, especially after one of his missions. he’s tired, exhausted even, of seeing so much death and basically being a government puppet. his respite is you, your body, your soul.
when he’s not in your neck, his pretty blue eyes are staring right into yours intensely. sometimes he’ll even reach up and hold your hand tightly. he tells himself it’s for you, to ground you whilst hes pounding you into the mattress, but it’s secretly for him too. you’re here, you’re his.
of course, being away from you for sometimes weeks at a time, leaves him all stored up. his pace will pick up, the lewd sound of skin slapping will grow faster, and so will your sounds. also the headboard banging against the wall… he will break your bed numerous times.
he’ll praise you, whispering how good you are for him, how good you always take him. calling you his pretty girl, his good girl, hishishis. not his to share with the government, not his temporarily, no. you’re his, and you’re not going anywhere.
when he gets close, his mouth will gape and quick pants and, if you listen closely, tiny whimpers come from him. his thrusts become sloppy, his hips and cock twitching, and he always always has to kiss you hard and wet to muffle the loud moan he makes when he cums.
most of the time, you’ll go for another round. okay, a few more rounds. a lot.
but sometimes, if you’re both too tired, he’ll clean you both up, and wrap his strong arms around you and hold you tight n’ close, almost in a suffocating way, and cuddle you to sleep. his hold leaves no room for movement, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. you love him, and want to be close to him.
his pretty baby💕
WOLF man wolf man wolf man
a power struggle with chris. you're not going to win, and maybe you were never meant to, but you'd be damned if you didn't try after the fuss you put up earlier.
the man's built like a god damn mountain, and feels like one, too, when he inevitably pins you underneath him, hot even through the layers of gear. when you go to sink your teeth into his arm his hand flashes out, yanking you back by the hair so hard your skull hits the concrete beneath you.
and then chris goes the extra mile. he pulls rank on you.
so you spit out a thick, "yes, captain," his title stained copper as it slips past your busted lip, unable to hide your shit-eating grin as you feel him, half-hard against your thigh.
AITA for not telling my fiancé I know he’s queer?
I 20s (F) have a 20s (M) fiancé, V, and he’s been talking about this terrible secret he cannot tell me and he keeps almost starting to come out and then backing out. The issue is V and I were raised together by his parents, and my surrogate 40s (M) father and (now deceased) surrogate mother arranged for our marriage back when we were both children. They thought it was the best for us and at the time we were too young to realize the implications and had no reason to reject to the match. When we were teenagers our mother was on her deathbed and she told us again that she wished for us to marry, and of course we both agreed. However, V is also best friends with a 20s (M) guy called H, and they were nearly inseparable as boys and teens. They also went to university together and shared an apartment but V had to come home due to family reasons. Lately he’s been going out all day and coming home at night hours later. He insists that he’s fine and that we all leave him alone and not worry for him, but I think he and H have been sneaking around. He even delayed our wedding day by arranging a trip to go to England alone with H. It’s exhausting for all of us and I think I should just tell V I know and support him and that we can call off the marriage, but I’m not sure that’s the best course of action? I’m completely fine with not marrying him - he always felt more like a brother to me anyway - but I worry it might come off wrong. The worst part is he’s really beating himself up about it. He’s so guilty it’s beginning to take a toll on his health. I don’t care if he has a boyfriend I just want him to be happy.
EDIT: nvm he built an 8ft creature in his dorm
😴.
nsfw leon eating you out for his pleasure
he’s impatient. especially when he gets home, eyes hooded. he doesn’t eat you out for your pleasure. only for his. he’ll just walk in, you with a pretty smile sat in your desk chair, greeting him. but leon’s already on his knees, pulling your legs apart as he doesn’t pay mind to your surprised hitch of breath. your pants and panties are already pulled away and tossed, before one of his hands are rested on your stomach to stop you from moving so much.
he doesn’t say a word as he harshly widens yours legs even more, leaning in, and licking straight up your already weeping pussy. no matter how much you squirm leon won’t be stopping, lapping at your cunt until all you can say is babbled murmurs. his body begins to relax the more he eats you out, lifting your legs to rest over his shoulders as he sucks and nibbles on your clit, making your thighs shake. leon doesn’t eat you out for your pleasure. he’s selfish when he’s tense.
so, when you’ve reached your first orgasm his tongue isn’t slowing, now beginning to thrust into your hole, as you try and breath through the overstimulation, pushing at his head to leave your poor cunt. “l — leon — i can’t — ” “jus’ stay quiet.” he murmurs lowly into your pussy as he pushes his head even further between your legs making your chest heave. one after the other. your orgasms never end, and your mind is mush. leon kisses your pussy lips, sucks on your clit and devours all of your arousal. and it’s all for his benefit alone.
