#Just a little something

[glitchedcosmos]

Ghost spot

[velvet-paradox]

Oops!

Fandom: Call of Duty Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female reader Summary: you accidently call Simon while taking care of yourself. (got inspo from lovi on twitter) Length: Medium Warnings: NSFW 21+ ONLY, strong language, explicit content, porn with very little plot female masturbation, male masturbation, descriptive actions, anal mentions, toy mentions, A LOT of dirty talking, detailed smut. ENJOY!!!

It's not that his phone is ringing in the middle of the night. It's not even the fact he'd just finally drifted off to sleep either. When he fumbled and grumbled, (of course he was grumbling) Simon Riley wrote the book on the Art of the Grumble you were certain, he was just relieved it wasn't Price. He was exhausted and was thisfuckingclose to telling the captain to pound sand if he had to pull another fifteen hour shift on base!

But no, it was not captain Price and it wasn't Johnny either. The screen of his phone stark white, taunting him in the dark of his room, as the time and your name and picture popped up. The one he'd taken of you and König in Vienna.

What was this about now? Simon huffed, dark blonde brows forming together. You better not be calling him from the bar again, needing a ride home, not trusting anyone else to swoop in to the drunken rescue. You saved money on Uber's and he got to look after you.

WIn - win.

" 'ello bird, what is it this time?"

Silence.

"Foxy, come on now, it's late. If you need a ride jus--"

"Oh yeah, oh that feels so good." You said through your teeth, hissing from a bit of a distance. What was that? Were you getting laid? Jesus H. You sounded breathless, out of it until some more rustling and now your voice wasn't so clouded in mystery.

You whined out something fierce which both confused and interested to the masked devil.

"Fox, can you hear me? Bird answer m--"

Another low whine followed by a low and quiet buzzing. "Oh fuck, I wish you were here. Oh fuck that feels so good, bet you would have a fucking ball using this one me. Oh Simon… please!"

He sat up quickly, his ear to the phone burning hot, a blush of discovery rising through his naked body, Ghost ran hot most nights, even in the winter months and said fuck it about four years ago and slept nude. Either you were having a decent fucking shag with another man named Simon, or you were thinking about him.

Well what have we here, you little sly little fox?

"So glad I got that princess plug, this feels amazing. Oh Simon, if you only knew, if you only fucking knew the things I want from you. What I'd let you do to me, what I want -oohhh fuck too much too much--" you cried and the buzzing stopped abruptly. You were panting and humming and without a second thought Simon's hand was stroking his waking cock through his sheets.

And just what did you want him to do? Simon bit his lip as he listened in, pulling his phone away only for a moment, making sure the volume was at it's highest before he put it on speaker.

"O-oh god, yeah. I don't wanna' cum again just yet! Want you to tease me, tie me up and make a mess. Mmmm maybe you'd make me clean it up too. I'd ride your fucking boots if you asked!"

Oh. Simon was not expecting that sentence or the filthy way you moaned, satisfied with saying it out loud.

"Can I? Can I L.T. can I ride your boots, I'll clean up m-my mess, I promise. Mmm, sitting under desk, your personal desk bunny you're," you really started breathing hard then, whimpering as he could now make out a wet, splotching sort of noise. Oh fuck- you were fingering yourself now. "Your fucktoy. Oh god! Yeah, I wanna' be your little fuck toy. Use me. Use my mouth, use my fucking pussy, I am so wet right now, oh shit!" You giggled wetly to yourself, gasping and Simon could only imagine you adding another finger into your spongy hole.

A fucktoy? boot riding? a plug in your asshole with fingers in your cunt? You were a nasty, freaky little thing. Oh this was better than any video he had watched recently! Interactive as he continued to stroke himself with you, the sheet had earned a wet pre-cum spot and had to be pulled away, Simon put his head down and spat on his cock, smearing his saliva around the girthy crown of it.

You were a dirty girl.

He loved it.

You were demure in the halls, paid close attention to detail, slick and sly when you need be, hence your call sign being Fox. You were quiet but funny, witty and no one had a bad word to drop about about you. Your lore on how you ended up with the 141 was something of legend, a myth that one day you just appeared like an apparition and no one questioned why. Just roll with it. You didn't cause trouble, kept your nose down but you knew things about each team member that soldiers could only dream of knowing. A book of secrets. Clearly.

Simon chuckled darkly to himself all the things you could come up with, possibly thing he hadn't even heard of. Simon wasn't into the BDSM scene, he knew a variety of knots of course but to use them on someone, never given the opportunity. As he spat on his cock again, the image of your face appeared. Maybe you liked to be spat on in too. The cute little whimpers and gasps you were doing on your end might suggest you like a lot more than just spit.

"Simon please! Bet you feel good, I know y-you're big, you'd stretch me out. Make me gape for you, oh fuck that's so hot!" You're erratic, your sheets are rubbing together faster and you're now on the verge of squealing like a stuck piglet. "Hold me down, pull my hair, those big fucking hands of yours on me, in me. Oh baby, finger me nice and deep, deeper than I can reach."

You wanted him so desperately and that made the lieutenant fuck his fist faster, slippery and noisy and wet. His hard cock just sloppily going up and down his shaft, he squeezed the mushroom cap like head of it, felt himself jerk and twitch before going hands free. Slapping it against his messy palm.

"Talk me through it baby, tell me what to do, how to do it. How fast, how slo-ow, oh yeah that's nice. Oh fuck I can feel it coming, I'm gonna' cum again. Shit." You grunted and made the most delicious sound Simon had ever heard in his whole damn life.

You were moaning, tapping the gem of the plug if he were correct.

Tap tap, tap tap.

"Oh yeah! Fuck my ass, finger my pussy, make me cum. Make me squirt, shoot your fat fucking load all over my face. I'll be your best girl, I swear it I swear it! I'm gonna' cum if I pull this out now." You cried, panting to your little hearts' desire. Simon was close too, he did his best to match your moans and sobs of pleasure, planting his feet and bucking his defined hips.

"I'd cum just about anywhere on ya', Foxy." Simon grunted quietly to himself. "Foxy fucktoy. Mmmm that does 'ave a bit of a ring to it, aye? Bad fuckin' girl."

You slapped something then. Your face, a tit perhaps, your pussy but you were whining and carrying on and Simon had to shut his eyes, imagining you working the princess plug in and out.

Oh for fucks' sake, he'd sell his left nut to see your pretty face, worn out, fucked out, in bliss and pleasure, sticking your pink tongue out. Eyes rolled back as you continued to fuck your fingers in tandem with his own fist.

"Gonna' cum oh shit, I'm gonna' cum again. For you. Only for you, sir!" He could hear your sloppy fingers plunging in and out of you pussy, faster and faster, louder and louder you became.

"Oh fuck yes, Simon! Yes, sir!"

You came with a shout, groaning and grunting behind your teeth. You sounded absolutely feral, pornographic. He couldn't hold it back any longer either, Simon bit into his cheek and came into his hand, it shot up and onto his stomach, muscles tight as he coaxed the last dribbling bits of cum onto his skin. He gave his palm a 'good game' type slap with his cock, laying back further into his pillows.

God damn.

"Fuck that was good. If only, if only you were here mmmm." You finally huffed out. You rolled over, to whatever side of your bed or maybe just readjusted yourself and your toys but he heard a clank of something and then your voice, clear as day. "What the fuck…oh my god. Oh no! Oh please don't be a voice note!"

Simon had to chuckle at your change in attitude.

"Oh for the love of… please be asleep. Pleasepleaseplease L.T. be asleep. I didn't mean to call --"

"On the contrary love," Simon held up his phone to his mouth, he heard you gasp on the other end. "I heard every last word and you sounded so damn fine. Bet you're glowing after coming so damn hard," you scrambled for words on your line, mumbling out a sorry excuse for an apology. He clicked his teeth at you like one would a horse. "Ah ah, Foxy. If there's a green Post-it on my door when I wake, your wish will be my command. And I am often fond of those aren't, Fox?"

"Very much so, sir."

"That's a girl. Now why don't you go get cleaned up and get some rest. Depending on your answer, soldier, you just might need it."

Simon chuckled to himself when he rose that morning, his entire door was covered with little green Post-its and none were the wiser when you passed each other in the mess hall.

[tasteofchaos2005]

i'll be here waiting, babe

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

Thoughts I have about Android!reader

Warnings: Just the regular sci-fi stuff that comes with androids, the 141 are a little mean because they don’t get it at first but they’ll warm up to you eventually

The Android program that made you was so hidden that no one outside a certain branch of the government knew about it…until they decided to put you to the test.

You were supposed to be the best data analyst, the best planner, the best library of intelligence, the best everything the military needed besides being a soldier (no laws for androids if they attack someone yet)

They made you look so close to human that Laswell and the 141 thought you were human despite all the wires underneath the false skin

At first they were accepting of a new member. Their own “guy in the chair” as Soap put it.

Soap and Gaz tried to make you feel welcome, inviting you out to drinks or to hang with them but you never took their offer

Ghost tried a couple times but when you blew him off he decided you weren’t worth the trouble and promptly ignored you

Your orders were to collect intelligence and use it, slowly let it make you smarter, bonding with the task force was not within them

Even Price tried, though nothing worked

“Even if you’re not on the field we’re still a team.” He told you one day as you were searching through the new intel they had recently gotten

“I understand but I’m just here to do my job to make your life easier.” That was always your response and frankly, it was starting to get on his nerves

You were starting to get on everyone’s nerves

They understood the need for professionalism but you seemed to take it to the extreme. You never interacted or interfered with anything they did but having you there, being unwilling to cooperate made them antsy

Were you a plant? Someone pretending to be their ally to get info? They didn’t know.

Soon they stopped interacting with you unless they absolutely needed to

It didn’t bother you. Nothing did. You didn’t have feelings, no emotions, you just did the job you were made for and did it exceptionally well without error

That was until you made one mistake

After analyzing all the intel you could you told Price the best course of action, one that you picked out from the hundreds of different generated plans you came up with that you knew would succeed…only for it to end up with Gaz in the infirmary

You were confused? Youre not sure if that’s what you could called it but you didn’t have a reaction in your code for that. There shouldn’t have been an issues, there was no margin for error in your calculations and yet he had been injured

After looking at the intel again, you decided it was time for damage control

Gaz was a little weary when you showed up at his bed, staring at him with those strange almost lifeless eyes of yours

“Your vitals are stable, you should make a quick recovery.” You told him and he nodded

“Nothing I haven’t had before. It could’ve been worse.” He assured you but you shook your head.

“It shouldn’t have happened at all. I thought my calculations were perfect but I made an error that could’ve costed your life. I’m sorry, sergeant Garrick.”

Gaz was baffled. One the one hand he wanted to believe you were sorry because this was the most you showed about caring for one of them but on the other hand you looked completely emotionless. It was a little awkward but he couldn’t find it in his heart to be mad at you or to think you were joking

“It’s all good.” He gave you a reassuring smile. “It happens. We still got what we needed, so no harm done.”

“…I see.” You were puzzled but nodded.

You expected repercussions. If your engineers knew you made a mistake they’d try to recode you so you wouldn’t make the same mistake again, possibly wipe you and start over.

But the 141 didn’t know you were a machine.

The others joined and you understood you wouldn’t be welcomed.

“Captain, I’d like to apologize to you as well for my error. It won’t happen again.”

Price just raised an eyebrow confused.

“You couldn’t prepare for an RPG taking down a helo…but alright.”

You didn’t stick around, deciding that you would go over the intel again to find what caused your mistake, leaving the 141 confused by you.

A/n: don’t really know what this is but just decided to write something, might continue it might not we’ll see

@writingmysanity

[hallowshumour]

New ref for my gengar pokesona, Dross 💀😈🖤☁️

[lulurubberduckie]

Guys hear me out… Johnny got honorably discharged because of the brain damage he suffered from surviving a gun shot wound to the head,right?

Well he was prescribed medical marijuana to deal with the chronic migraines and other negative side effects from said wound.

Imagine being on your knees sucking him off with him above you, smoking a joint.

Tw: mentions of marijuana, usage of marijuana, oral(M receiving), lmk if I missed any!

“Fuck,” he groans, head falling back as his hand brings the joint to his lips, “Just like that, fuck you look so good on your knees for me, pretty girl.” He exhales a plume of smoke in your face.

You pull away to catch your breath, using your hands to pump him instead. Johnny grins down at you as he grabs your hair, he pulls so you’re looking up at him.

He brings the joint down to your lips, his head tilting and his eyebrows tic up in question. You nod your head a little letting him put the paper in between your lips.

Making eye contact you take a deep inhale of the drug. While holding the smoke in your lungs you bring your face back to his cock. You wrap your lips around his leaking tip and slide down as far as you can handle, keeping eye contact the whole time you start a slow and teasing pace while exhaling the smoke through your nose.

“Bleeding Christ, bonnie” Johnny all but whimpers, the fingers that are curled in your hair tighten.

Idk idk I just think it would be really hot 🤤



[choccorin]

his love language | ft. rin

tags. fluff , itoshi rin x gn!reader

rin isn't the greatest when showing affection. words of affection are definitely a no-go because he may come off as mean, even though he's only being honest. gift giving, eh — maybe. he's scared that you'll dislike it, or maybe he'll mess up it up, so he rarely gives you anything.

physical touch? also a maybe. it would take a long time for him to warm up to you, but when he does expect to always have him by your side when you're in private, he'll be your own personal blanket cause of how he's always wrapping his arms around you.

acts of service? definitely. since he's not the best at words, his actions will speak for him instead. he'll open every door for you, he'd clean your apartment, make you breakfast in bed or cook your favorite meal, he'll blow dry your hair after you showered, and he'll surely take care of you when you're sick.

[legallybrunettedotcom]

looking for America... I youtube link

[thewispsings]

coming soon!!!

[sadsandwhich]

Some doodles that were all from different days but ended up fitting together

[mamasturn]

send you away, major gale cleven

pairing: major gale cleven (masters of the air) x black fem oc (eden marie cleven)

content: eden is anxious about having to be separated from her husband when he reveals that he has to serve in England.

an: I was burnt out from writing elvis content, but, now we're on masters of the air content, yay!

“I’m sorry, baby, but I gotta go.” His voice was a song sung by an old church choir; soothing, warm like her mama’s hugs, then it got disruptive. Like the snares of the drums as the song reached a climax. “They need us in England.” 

The pained look on her face would be engrained in his mind forever. There would be no way for him to forget it. Her thick eyebrows eat in a deep frown, pushing the rest of her features further down. Her eyes, those beautiful brown eyes, glistened with tears. She refused to blink. The gentle rivers would transition to monstrous waterfalls with no dam to keep them at bay. And her lips, full and swollen from tender kisses, quivered as she clenched her jaw to keep her composure. 

“For how long?” Her voice was quiet. Gale sighed heavily and ran a heavy hand through his hair. If he had an answer, he’d give it to her. But, his silence spoke loud enough. She hummed and brushed his hand off her lap and began to trudge upstairs. A defeated sigh came from him. 

“E,” Gale called out. He followed her up the wooden steps. “Eden!” 

His large hand palmed their bedroom door that threatened to push him out. The lamp on her side of the bed was on, the blankets on the left side were pulled back, and she stood in front of the mounted mirror brushing her freshly pressed hair. Her sad expression had morphed into one like stone. He could see her jaw tick as each second passed. 

Gale took slow steps toward her. He could only imagine what she was thinking. Her husband, whom she’d only been married to for six months, was being shipped off to England to assist them in bringing down Germany. How coulde she not be upset? 

Gale stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. His advances didn’t keep her from wrapping her hair and tossing her satin scarf around her head. He leaned down, nose brushing against the shell of her ear. Eden’s breath hitched. His lips followed, pecking at the sensitive area below her ear. He pulled at her skin with his teeth and she whimpered softly, her hand falling on top of his. “Gale…” A warning. 

“Talk to me,” he pleaded. “Please.”

“I don’t want you to leave,” she said after some time. “I knew what I got into when I married you but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m scared, Gale!” Finally, she turned to meet his gaze. So big and blue, they were. Filled with sympathy and remorse. 

“I knew what I was getting into when I married you, but still! I gotta send my husband away and I don’t want to think about the day where someone could knock on the door telling me--”

Gale shushed her softly and pressed her body against his in a tight embrace. His warm hand gripped her chin and tapped softly. She met his eyes. “So let’s not think about that. I leave in three weeks. We’re gonna focus on making these three weeks worthwhile, and we’ll cross the other bridge when we get to it. But I’ll always be with you one way or another, you know that, darlin’. You do know that, don’t you?”

Eden nodded. Gale raised an eyebrow. “I know, baby.” 

Gale hummed and drew invisible lines along the bare skin other thigh. The lace of her slip tickled her leg. His hand inched up slowly. “How about we practice for that final send off?” 

Eden smiled knowingly and broke away from him, peeling the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders her bare body on display. “C’mon, we’ve got all night.” 

All night indeed.

[eldar-of-zemlya]

Vulcan Punks Not Dead

[stillnotyourmusebitch]

not really a request, just a soft thought I had (sinner! Adam)

You and Adam are the only ones in the parlor and sitting next to each other on one of the couches. You’re reading on their phone and listening to Margaret by lana del rey, and it’s making your eyelids heavy. Adam pokes fun at your music taste but is also staring to doze off.

And then Charlie comes downstairs in a bit and finds you two sound asleep on one of the couches together, that song still playing on your phone.

thank you and good night

Okay, I love this idea. I do feel like I’ve been neglecting this fandom a lot, so let me see if I can write a little something.  

It is a rare sight to see the lobby of the new improved Hazbin Hotel completely empty. You’d think that from a glance but if you followed the soft sounds of music, you would spy hiding away on the fancy plush couches in the parlour were two sinners. 

“Remind me again why I let you control the tunes?” Adam huffed as he fiddled with one of the loose threads of the couch 

“Because I want you to experience other music genres, and I know that you like at least some of the songs I’ve played for you. You loved that song I played the 80s synthy one.” 

“Okay that was one song. The rest you’ve played has been . . . meh.” He pulled a bit too hard on a thread making it form a smallish hole. “Oh shit.” Adam turns to try and stuff the thread back into the couch in a vain attempt to fix the mess he made. Last thing he needs was another apology letter to write and knowing Charlie he’d be writing to the couch. 

You giggle behind your hand at his frantic movements to rectify the issue. 

“Hey, don’t laugh at me bitch this is your fault!” Adam snapped over his shoulder. Every attempt to fix the hole led to enlarging it. He still hadn’t gotten used to his new demonic form. His clawed fingers snagging on the fabric “Shit shit shit.” 

You tug on his arm to pull him back enough to see the dilemma. “It ain’t that bad. Just leave it be.” You rested you hand over his stilling him. “If you want I can take the blame for you.” 

Adam turns back to face you. He quirks a brow. “What’s in it for you?” 

“Ahhh, dear Adam. Just a simple request.” 

Adam leans back on the sofa. You had the look in your eyes when you think of something truly twisted. 

Producing your phone again you say, “Driver picks the music; shotgun shuts his cakehole.” 

“But tha- . .” 

“Ah ah ah.” you shush him with a finger to his lips. “My music. You no talky.” 

He rolls his eyes. “Fyne.” he murmurs against your finger. 

You pull away patting his left cheek. “Good boy.”  

Adam resisted the urge to snap back but just sank down more into the couch cushions. He watched you type the song you wanted and set it to play. Adam wanted to say something but watching you lay down resting your head on his lap. He froze a little. 

“Is this part of the deal? Me becoming your pillow?” 

“Yes, well it is now. Plus you are just the right kind of squish.” 

“Oh now you’re calling me fa- OW! Don’t pinch me.” 

You snigger and nip his leg again with your fingers. He starts nipping your sides in retaliation.  

‘Oh this was war now.’ you thought choosing the parts of Adam that you could reach in your position. The parlour fills with yelps and giggles as you two play fight for dominance. You both wrestle until you are straddling him nipping wildly at his sides and arms 

“Say it!” you nip him again a little harder this time. “Say I don’t have bad taste in music.” you nip again making him yelp. 

“Okay you- ow you win. Your music taste is not all ba- ow okay okay you have good music taste.” He pulls you in for a hug trapping your arms to your sides. 

“Muwahahaha! I knew it. I wiii-. .” You let out a massive yawn. “amm winner.” you yawn again choosing to rest your head on his shoulder. Your body slowly relaxes against him.  

The soft music that was playing the whole time finally reaches his ears. Adam listened to the words and the whole calm vibe that it brought.  

“You know what, this song ain’t that bad. I kinda like it.” Adam waited for a smug comment in reply but when he was met with a light snoring. He smiled softly as he gently arranged your limp body in a way that you wouldn’t wake up in pain later on. He didn’t have the heart to move you off of him. You’d been complaining about severe bouts of insomnia lately this was partially the reason he was with you in the first place. He also didn’t sleep that great either. This was probably another reason he snapped so much at other residents during the mandatory exercises done each day. 

Adam rested his head back on the couch, wondering what stupid thing was planned for today. His thoughts dipping in and out as the song drifts back into his ears.  

‘Maybe it won’t be that bad.’ He shut his eyes focusing on the song and the light snoring against his neck. ‘Just gonna rest my eyes’ he thought. 

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When Charlie arrived in the parlour to set up her morning exercise for the residents, she stopped in her tracks clamping her hands over her mouth to suppress the squeal of joy.  

There on one of the couches sat Adam cradling you against his chest both of you fast asleep. She then hears soft music playing, carefully she picks up the phone to see the song has been playing on repeat for who knows how long. The battery on the phone was almost dead. Placing the device back, she slowly slinks backwards and sets about warding off other residents saying today's exercise has been cancelled and everyone gets the morning off. 

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I didn't mean to make it so long and i kinda did a little creative adjustments to your original thought. I hope that is okay??

[spicycinnabun]

“Again with the moon? What’s wrong with it?”

“I just don’t like it!” Mickey said, waving his hands at the window where said moon glared at him from the sky. “It glows too much! Directly in my eyes! I can’t fuckin’ sleep!”

“Okay…” Ian replied slowly. Too slowly. Mickey wasn’t being dramatic and unreasonable. He wasn’t. “Let’s switch places.”

Mickey sniffed, nose twitching. “Why would we fuckin’ do that?”

These were their unspoken spots on the bed. Mickey was always near the window, and Ian was near the door.

“Just do it, Mick. And scoot your pillow down a little. Trust me.”

They swapped spots. Mickey’s head hit the pillow further down the bed, and Ian turned on his side. His chest and shoulder obstructed the window from Mickey’s view.

“Oh,” he said quietly. And then, even more quietly, “Thanks.”

Ian rested his hand atop Mickey’s stomach, rubbing it and smiling softly. “We’ll shop for blinds tomorrow.”

[crossroads-of-the-raven]

Just a Little Something about Worker Drone Manuals - Ep.3

Uzi apparently came with a manual

Insane Daughter Unit

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Good Luck Copper 9, the "Insane Daughter Unit" is now a Damaged OC

I'm more interested in the fact that J.C.Jenson (in spaaaaaaaaace) apparently had a manual for "Angsty Teenage Girl with everything issues"

The idea that Khan just has a maintenance manual for every stage of Uzi's development. Can you imagine, pillbaby Uzi crying her lungs out meanwhile Khan's trying to calm her down while consulting her pillbaby maintenance manual.

(It gets really angsty if it happens after Nori's death and the manual just tells him that the daughter unit wants her mother unit)

[messylustt]

nsfw leon catching you masturbating

your lips were parted, your shirt scrunched up around your waist, as your legs shifted along the sheets. but they were spread. easy for leon’s unintentional viewing. he just wanted to stop by. that’s all. but now as he can’t tear his gaze away from your circling fingers, and pathetic moans, all his previous thoughts left. you were trying so hard to reach your high, your fingers already dripping in your arousal.

leon doesn’t mean to, he really doesn’t. but his hand slowly slips down to grab at his hard on, massaging the ache that you’ve created. he hasn’t looked away from you once, only trailing his gaze over your squirming form. “fuck.” leon muttered under his breath once he saw your legs widen further your hips grinding into your hand as you slipped your fingers back in, the sound of your wetness joining your whimpers.

leon’s own fingers quickened, undoing his belt as he tried not to let the metal clink together. unzipping his pants, he slipped his hand into his boxers, his lips parting in a shaky breath as he pulled his cock out. it slapped against his stomach, before he spit in his hand (as quietly as possible). jerking off to the sight of you never felt so disgusting, or…good. god, it felt good. the way your skin sheened in slight sweat. you were really trying to reach that high, but your poor fingers just weren’t quite long enough.

leon quickened his grip, resting more against the wall as he peeked in, muting his own groans, as he focused on yours. “lemme help you, baby…” he murmured to himself, as he watched your brows furrow in frustration. the sight only made his hand quicken, as his hips stuttered. “you can do it…” he praised as he watched you grab something. he nearly orgasmed right there, when you straddled one of your teddies, your desperate hips moving against its nose.

your helpless moans and whimpers, made leon’s cock respond eagerly, his tongue running along his bottom lip as he imagined himself in place of your teddy. “go faster f’me, come on.” leon whispered, as if all his shame had just left, left him pining after you and your soaked pussy. “please…god, please…” you whimpered out, mouth opening as you whined.

“jeezus…” leon hissed out, his hands pace matching your hips movements. “look at you begging…” he murmured, gripping the doorway a little tighter as he tried his best to stay away. you didn’t need to know that your close friend was stood outside your room getting off to you masturbating. minor details you just didn’t need to know.

you gripped the teddy tighter against your pussy as you rode it, your tits in your shirt bouncing. “fuck — don’t — ” leon gulps as he watched how desperate you were. he only wanted to help you out. but the thing that pushed him over the edge was the whisper you uttered, thinking you were alone. “leon…fuck, please.”

leon’s hips stuttered as he spilled all over his hand, his stroking continuing as his mouth opened in a silent pant. you were always such a good friend to him. it didn’t take long before you reached your high, slowing your grinding on your teddy, as you tilted your head back. leon quickly looked away, some of that shame returning but not enough to regret anything.

he had made a mess of his boxers but he could really care less. he forced himself to not look at you in fear of him loosing any self control he had gathered. but he just couldn’t help sparing one more glance. he zoned into the way you got off the teddy, your cheeks flushed as you grabbed your panties on the other side of the bed. but then he watched you grab your phone, typing away before his pocket vibrated. thank god it was on silent, otherwise he’d be screwed.

shakily answering he placed it to his ear, fixing himself, as he redid his belt with one hand, slipping slightly out your window so as not to sound so close. “hey leon, sorry this is kinda a random call.” your tone didn’t give anything away, as if you weren’t just getting off to the thought of him.

“don’t apologise,” leon tried to keep his tone the same as yours but a hint of breathlessness peeked through. “are you…alright?” you innocently asked. “yeah i’m…i’m fine, just uh, got back from a run.” you seemed to but that as you a hummed an ‘ohhh’. leon peeked back in, catching sight of part of you fiddling with your shirt as you stood, nervously nibbling on your lower lip.

“are you able to come over later? i’ve finally realised how to make a proper lasagna.” your smile was adorable, as leon felt his cock twitch. “always so generous, huh?” leon spoke, watching as you walked into the kitchen. so fucking generous. “i’ll be over at 5.”