Variations on the theme of Leon Kennedy💖
gazzz 💛
OH MY GODOSSJAJXJCKXKZKAKTKGLXKKSXKKX I CANT OH MY GOD I AHAJCOCKC
pronebone ー ₊⁺ ⋆ ftm reader
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the bed frame once again fights for it's life as Leons powerful thrusts sends the headboard banging the wall, the mattress' creeks synced with your moans
the look on your face was especially delicious, you eyes had rolled to the back of your head, your tongue and saliva was messing up the sheets and pillows, hands were gripping onto the thick duvet, your hair untidly all up on your face, some strands of it getting in your mouth
you lost count of how many times you've both been at it, y'had gone absolutely stupid, his ridiculous belligerent humps along with his inhuman stamina was a dangerous combo, his hot grunts and groans filling up your ear was not helping,, his hands explored your pretty body, his left was on your waist while the right one was on your head, pushing you down so your stuck beneath him
all his weight was on you, all of his dick was inside you, a large amount of his cum was escaping your already fucked out hole
"c'mon, I know you can take more"
he says in between thrusts, his arms snaked around your neck, pulling you back and choking you, not too much that you wouldn't be able to breathe though
every kind of noise that left your mouth had cracked, your moans sounded broken and your whines, whimpers and mewls are pathetic, your hands were clawing at his thick forearms, dirtying them with your drool
your minds blank, you were seeing stars, you were very sensitive, he was pretty sure even a flick or a lick on your hardened nipples were enough to make you cum
"shit, look at you ,, if we had fucked infront of a mirror, y'would've been able to see just how fucking stupid you look right now"
his comments didn't seem to enter both your ears, your brain had melted completely
he halted his thrusts
"hey hun, you still with me? can't have you passing out prince, you were the one who wanted this "
Leon carried on with his hard plunges, his balls slapped against the back of both your thighs, covering 'em with his cum
feeling tired, he decided to finish one last time before cleaning everything up, within these last few thrusts he pulled all the way out and then bottomed out repeatedly, before feeling the satisfaction of draining his balls inside you
"what a fuckin' mess" he slowly pulled out, your puffy cunt oozing his cum
"hey baby, you okay?" he turns you around to find you passed out, your pretty little face stained with tears and saliva, he sighs then chuckles as he slowly carried you to the bathroom
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Anonymous asked:
also trying to send aaron memes throughout the day from work and he’s like what do these mean and also how do you get any work done???
Or replying to his texts with reaction images because SOMETIMES IT JUST CAPTURES HOW I FEEL, HOTCHNER. A picture tells a thousand words or whatever you old fart.
you know what i’m thinking? showing aaron a tiktok or a meme and he has this Mom reaction where he’s like “who is this? is that a friend of yours 🤨” LMFAOOOO
okay but so real
you just miss him soooo bad when you’re both working so you send him things like:
and he’s like “???? what is this honey” and you’re like “…can’t you read :|”
when you explain to him he doesn’t get it he’s like “okay can’t you just text me you miss me like a normal person” so you’re just like “stfu this way it’s cuter 😒”
or if you ask him to send you a selfie or something bc you miss him and he does you always answer with some kind of thirsty pics like
and honestly they make him laugh 😭😭😭
he’s so cute and with the time he learns to communicate with them 😭😭😭
all i need rn is for leon to fuck me til i’m a crying, whimpering mess.
Anonymous asked:
Gaz is the type of person to send you letters when he's deployed and it's possible. He knows it's more efficient and convenient to send you an email or a text, but come on. There's something about letters he can't place what he likes. Maybe it's him writing it, maybe it's placing in into the envelope, but he likes it. And he isn't that type of sentimental old-timey person, he just likes doing it because it's unique. And if he finds out you store his letters and keep them somewhere? Oh my, he's touched.
Kyle puts all of his effort into every single letter too, not ever half-assing it. if he finds out you’ve kept every letter, he has such a goofy grin on his face, his face red, murmuring “Every single one?”
he sorts through them, seeing the dates, and yep. every single one <3
being in a relationship with gaz and him needing a kiss every time he sees you
oough why is that so blurry
I don't know how submissions work but YEASS
Sub!König x Dom, GN Medic!Reader NSFW Imagine
Warnings: implied injury and vague military trauma, dom reader, sub character, grinding, light choking, sensory play, temperature play, cumming in pants, König has a whopping voice kink..
Imagine you're patching König up after a particularly rough training match with Ghost. You're carefully disinfecting a scratch on his broad muscled shoulder, getting him to lean forward slightly in his seat. With each dab of the stinging liquid and cold touch of your fingers, he lets out a breathy low grunt or a barely audible whine. You just thought he was slightly more sensitive to pain because as a doctor, you knew everyone has their limits.
It only dawned on you when you realized his big left hand was wedged between the muscle of his thighs, grinding subtly up against the bulge in his pants with each twitch of his body. You slowly move your hand from his shoulder to his neck, squeezing slightly and leaning down to whisper softly in his ear.
"Do you feel good Colonel?"
König quite literally moans, his hips shuddering and bucking up against the thick pillar of his wrist. That's enough to make him cum in his pants, a dark stain blooming across the front of his cargo pants. He shivers in your grasp, riding out his high as you kiss his collarbones and praise him gently. König realizes what happened and blushes, apologizing profusely as you continue to run your cold fingers over his skin to soothe him.
i need leon kennedy to hold me while i cry and tell me everything will be okay while he strokes my hair 😕
needy jonathan who can't be physically any closer to you but he'll try. running his hands over every single part of your body as he pathetically pounds himself into you over and over again, listening to all your moans but it's still not enough. he just needs you in every way possible. his own moans mix with yours and he's so glad no one else is home. if anyone heard how whiny he was or the things he was saying right now he would never be able to look them in the eye ever again. "come on, please, mphf- so good, so good, makin' me feel so good. fuck, i think I’m gonna cry, it feels so good. ah, i'm so close, you feel so good." well at least he has a good story to tell argyle later.
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Anonymous asked:
“can i kiss you?” + with Gaz because he needs more content on my hands and knees 🤭
—“Can I kiss you?”— With Kyle “Gaz” Garrick
Summary: You and Kyle have been pining after each other for years, and suddenly one of you guys make a move at the most random moment.
A/N: idk how i haven’t made more gaz content because i literally main his skin in modern warfare II. love my boy <3 I also want to apologize for not posting for a bit, not feeling too well rn </3
[WARNINGS: oblivious in love idiots, military inaccuracies, fluff.]
In every room he entered, his eyes always gravitated towards you. Every time he thought of something funny, he thought to tell you the joke first. Every time he would see something in the store that reminded him of you, he wouldn’t hesitate to text you a photo. The first person he always looked forward to seeing in the morning is you. Kyle’s chest would feel all weird around you, his excitement shooting through the roof when he would find out you’re staying around base for a while. You two are in two different squads, but you always seem to end up with the 141, anyway.
Yes :: König x Gn!Reader smut
Konig walks into your shared housing, sighing loudly. You peek around the corner, watching him silently, reading the room. He’s obviously stressed, watching him plop down on the couch, head in his hands.
“You okay?” Konig looks up, surprised by the noise.
“Yeah.. just, training was hard today.” The larger man replied, a small blush forming under his mask.
You nod your head, opting to sit next to him. You wanted to help him out in any way you could, so maybe someone to talk to might help. Unknowingly, you made him more nervous than comforted, he swallowed and looked over at you. The two of you are sitting close enough to where if he spread his legs a little further, your knees would touch.
He wasn’t only upset about training. He had a sliver of feelings for you and he doubted you felt the same. Konig felt as though you were teasing him, getting up into his personal space, checking if he was okay, it made him feel a bit more stressed. He wanted to be able to hold you, touch you, anything to be honest. Konig wasn’t usually a fidgety person but his leg bounced up and down at the thought of you straddling his lap, leaving marks all over his neck… at least he wasn’t stressed anymore.
“Something wrong?” you asked, breaking him out of his trance. He looks up, staring into your eyes.
“i.. uh…” he freezes when he feels his pants get tight, watching your eyes slowly travel to his crotch. He studied your facial expression, watching as you realized what he was feeling.
“..didn’t know you felt this way about me.” you state, eyebrows raised.
he’s big, you can tell from the outline in his pants. you sigh, getting off the couch, slinking towards Konig’s lap, on your knees. You place a hand on his knee, looking up for permission. He swallowed spit again, staring into your eyes, needy.
“May I?” you ask, not sure if he got the memo.
“Yeah.. yes, you uh you can..” he stumbles over his words, completely infatuated with you. He shivers, feeling your hands sliver across his thighs.
“Stop squirming, I wanna help you.” you command, face against the inside of Konig’s thigh.
He’s trying his hardest to sit still. He’s had thoughts like this in the past, wanting you around his dick, looking up into his eyes. He’s sweating, nervous to say anything, scared to blink. He’s afraid to look away, scared you’ll disappear if he breaks eye contact but is intimidated by it at the same time. He shivers a bit, but obeys, staring down at you with lustful eyes.
You smile a bit, unzipping his fly. He stifled a noise from coming out of his mouth, a hand flying to cover his masked face. you softly rub his clothed boner, teasing him a bit. He watches your every movement, lust clouding his pupils.
“hurry up, don’t tease.” he seethes, his head snapping back when you rub against his tip. a strained moan leaves his mouth when you finally remove his cock from his boxers. a small gasp leaves your mouth, but you don’t fail to cover it up with a giggle. He's not the longest, but he’s definitely not the thinnest by far. you look up at him again, studying his eyes.
“c-c'mon…” he looks away for the first time, embarrassed.
He looks back again, getting ready to ask again when you finally sink down on his member. instead of english or german, a strangled whine leaves his mouth. he lifts his hand and grips onto nothing, afraid to hurt you if he grabs your hair. Or maybe he doesn’t trust himself to not force your head onto the rest of his dick. you choke a little bit, mumbling around his dick, sending delicious vibrations onto it. he’s never felt anything like this, so naturally he cums in your mouth immediately. you wince a bit, surprised. you quickly stop, swallowing his cum.
“…s-shit, uh- sorry-“ Instead of letting him finish talking, you lift his mask up a bit, just enough to see his lips and kiss him softly.
Despite literally swallowing his kids, you were nervous of rejection. He quickly wraps his large hands around your waist, dragging him closer to you. The soft kiss quickly turns into a heated makeout session. He starts to pull up your shirt, running gloved fingers all over your smooth skin. He breaks away, mainly for a breather and takes off his gloves. you watch intently, his rough and big hands flexing. you bring a smaller hand to his own to compare. He sees the difference and he almost snaps. Yet he was so afraid to destroy you, he wanted to protect you but he knew damn well you could probably do a better job protecting him.
“haah… despite being a talkative guy, you suddenly rendered speechless?” you joke.
You laugh to yourself for a second until he wordlessly picks you up and brings you to his room. You yelp, hands clawing onto his uniform. He softly places you down, lifting his mask a bit again to kiss you again. Fingers ghost around your waist. You pull away this time, hands racing to take off his whole uniform. You lean in close to press kisses onto his chest once you finally got his shirt off. It lays discarded on the floor as you pull him onto the bed, climbing on top of him.
“We’re going all the way?” he asks in a small voice.
“Do you want to?” You whisper back, a small smile on your face.
He nods aggressively at this and you smile a bit bigger. you step off to kick your pants and underwear off. as you jump back onto the bed you grab a bottle of conveniently placed lube, quickly sliding some on your hole. you put some more on your fingers, slipping them into your hole. a soft groan leaves the mouths of both of you. you stretch yourself out a little more before lining up Konig’s painfully erect dick to your hole. you shakily start to sink down onto it, a slight stinging pain making you groan. he quickly connects his hand to your waist, trying to comfort and stabilize you.
“it’s okay you don’t have to-“
“Shh, don’t worry about this sweetheart, I want this. I know you do too.” you cut him off, finally bottoming out.
You pause for a second, getting used to the stretch while he lovingly strokes your thigh. You finally move a little, causing him to shiver. His loving touch quickly became a tight grasp. He softly moaned at you moving. you speed up, a hand on his chest to stabilize yourself. He's whining and moaning, rather loudly when he bottoms out everytime you bounce up and down. Konig grabs your waist tightly, a warning that he’s about to cum. He’s thrusting fast now, trying to get you both to a release. you cum first, breathing heavily when he thrusts into you a few more times, releasing a fat load into you. You try to lift yourself off him but he drags you down onto him, stroking your hair.
“so…” you ask, breathlessly, eyes resisting sleep.
“shh…” he shushed you, pulling you as physically close to him as possible.
You two will definitely have to talk about this, but definitely not now. Best not to disturb the peaceful mood.
Anonymous asked:
imagine hate fucking with Miguel (๑•᎑•๑)
★miguel o'hara x male reader(nsfw)
★genre: smut
★warning(s): hate fucking, dumbifacation(i think i put a lil to much of it), mentioned biting(but it's not really written out), miguel hates you so fucking much he fucks you basically, spoilers are mentioned, reader is mentioned to be lifted up but this doesn't have anything to do with his body, also miguel got a big dick
★a/n: ok. i will. and i am. HA
miguel was already upset enough. he wasn't able to catch miles from going back home and he got away after chasing him for so long, because he just wouldn't listen to him when he said if he would try to 'fix' what was already going to happen,
and you did not make it any better. you weren't very fond of o'hara, and he wasn't very fond of you either that he actually started to second guess if he should keep you here or not.
but as said he was already pissed off, and you knew this. you knew this very well but your ego kept you from shutting the hell up.
so what better than to fuck you in his little work space while no one was watching? he wondered if that would get you to be quiet.
you could barely grip onto anything as he was fucking you from behind, your hands felt sweaty and you had a hard time gripping to the desk while kept pounding into you like a damn animal.
all you could get out of your mouth were loud moans and whimpers, you couldn't even ask him to slow down. hell you weren't even sure he'd listen he would probably speed up on purpose for the life of you.
bite marks were already littered all over your back, neck, and thighs from before. some of them still looked fresh as a little blood had even oozed out of some he really was like an animal.
a hot one at that you couldn't lie, he always had a stone faced look and to see him this riled up riled you up.
his hands gripped to your waist, his nails– more so claws stung into your hips as he held you up angling right at your prostate, your feet were barely even touching the ground as you felt at each thrust he was almost lifting you up little by little
you could barely hear anything besides his heavy breathing and the rapid claps of skin, but you were so fucing sure anyone close enough could hear your moans as he fucked the brains out of you,
drool dribbled out of your mouth, your body still trying to keep it together as a faint ringing kept going through your ears. "what's the matter huh?" you looked back at the corner of your eye,
seeing miguel had leaned closer to your left side, one of his hands holding both of yours that tried to hang on to the edge of the desk, his whole arm hoisting you up instead.
"you were so full of yourself before," you felt a knot in your stomach, you didn't know if it was his own cock or if you were about to cum, you couldn't tell. everything felt stuffy and blurriness clouded the corner of your eyes,
"can't speak?" for a leader he sure had a smart mouth, but you literally couldn't talk. "oh come on— do you even have a thought going through your mind?" like hell you did, all you could think of was his dick inside of you, it was almost impossible to think of anything else, and on top of that he was fucking huge,
so of course you had zero thoughts going through your mind. you and miguel really did not like eachother and it was obvious but you didn't expect for him to hate you this much, if you could you'd laugh at it.
though all good things must come to an end, you felt yourself getting closer and closer as minuets went by and your body felt weak and tired you just wanted to cum right then and there.
"close.." was all you could get out, your body shifted as miguel held you up in his arms holding your legs thrusting into you while doing so, "go on then," he whispered in your ear nibbling it a little. "cum." the knot in your stomach was finally was released. the sticky white mess coated your stomach your breathing calmed down as you thought you could finally rest,
"hey, wake up." a confused look made way to your face as you lifted your head up. "i haven't cum yet, don't go out on me just yet."
this confirms he was more of a bitch than you ever could be.
i always make imagines so fucking long bro
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Anonymous asked:
i just thought of teasing sub!spence through his boxers, like mouthing over him and kissing him through his boxers.. Like him cumming in his boxers and whining! IM SO FERALLLLLLL.. ESPECIALLY WITH MOMMY KINK SPENCE AGGGHHH
SCREAMING RNN YESYEYSSY THIS!!
“mommy..” spencer whined, looking down at you and biting his lip as your traced your finger over the bulge in his boxers.
you gripped him softly though the fabric, smirking as he gasped and moaned. you kissed him softly through the thin material of his underwear, your smile widening as he whined.
desperate to hear him make that sound again, you gently licked the spot where the damp head of cock was pressed against his boxers.
“ah! mommy!” he moaned, writhing as you continued your soft licks to the head of his cock.
you giggled as he whined, pressing another kiss to his twitching cock, leaning back after to watch him tremble.
“you make such pretty noises baby…” you cooed before gently mouthing over his cock, sticking your tongue out slightly so it glided over him through the thin material.
“mommy.. if you keep- ah! doing that-” he gasped as you continued your kitten licks over him. it only took a few more kisses and licks over him to have him trembling and cumming in his boxers, the pale material darkening with his sticky release.
Anonymous asked:
— "please don't tell me we we fell asleep like this." with gaz would be so 🤭🤭
—“Please don’t tell me we fell asleep like this.”— With Kyle “Gaz” Garrick
Summary: You and Kyle went out drinking together and came back to base together, crashing in your room for the night—however, Kyle doesn’t remember much of what happened.
[WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol + consumption, fluff.]
When you finally wake up from passing out last night, you wish you hadn’t. The pulsing pain bouncing around in your skull, along with the twisting sensation inside of your stomach. Your eyeballs feel like they want to pop out of your head, and you groan to cover them as if too much light is being let into the room. Your fingers wipe away the crust that formed on your waterline and eyelids overnight before you rest your head back down—and then you jolt ever so slightly when you realize you’re on top of something that’s moving and breathing. Your eyes flutter open and you squint at what’s under you, whatever is breathing so softly.
You can’t help the lazy smile that appears on your lips, your head tilting at the sight of his sleeping form. Kyle’s lips are parted ever so slightly and he doesn’t have an inch of tension in his features. You glance down at where you’re laying on top of him and you realize your legs are intertwined and his hand is twisted into the fabric of your shirt, like he’s been holding on all night. Your face feels hot from how clingy he seems to be but before you think anything else, a painful pulse vibrates through your head, earning a choked groan with your eyelids fluttering. You then sigh and lift your wrist to read your watch, which reads “0938”. Your eyes widen but before you can freak out, the sleeping man beneath you wakes up with a cute close lipped noise.
Kyle straighten his legs out and stretches, letting out a tight breath of air afterwards. His eyes flutter open and they remain on you for a second before recognition kicks in, his eyes widening. “Wha..” Kyle trails off and sits up ever so slightly, glancing around the room, noticing that it’s your quarters on base. He groans and lays back down, a hand going to his face. “Morning.” You murmur with a raspy voice—God, you need water. Kyle chuckles and peaks at you between his fingers. “Please don’t tell me we fell asleep like this.” You can’t help the smile that curls on your face again, using one hand to lean up so you can slide off of him and the bed. “Mhm, we did.” You respond, yawning as you sit up. You untangle yourself from him and swing your legs over the edge of the bed.
“Motrin and water?” You ask, glancing over your shoulder. “Motrin and water.” Kyle confirms with a squint to his gaze.