#the raccoon writes again

[depressedtheatrekiddo]

Steddie kinda famous AU(?) | Genderfluid Stevie <3 | Eddie is a rat man and I laugh at him (I would probably be like that if I was Steve Harrington husband but that's not about me) | Live laugh love Stevie | Pushing the history teacher Steve agenda because he's a variant of Hob Gadling >:D

[I'm sorry if it has errors it's been a while since I had written something in English (it's not my first language) so whatever mistake I have feel free to tell me and I'll edit <3]

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Corroded Coffin seemed to be popular, things were getting better for them, they still had to do part time job because of that 'what if?' but things were going well. Definitely.

In an interview they asked about a song, the meaning. And the shit man Eddie Munson is, he answered with a grin on his face "That's about Stevie, as most of them".

And the fans went crazy, trying to find someone with that name in the Corroded Coffin set or working at some usual bar they played at.

"They is a history teacher" Eddie Munson told the world in another interview "and we are married" he showed the camera a ring he had next to his guitar pick on his neck, he had the biggest smirk on his face.

Then Corroded Coffin were guests of a fundraising gala, they were asked to play at it to attract more people. It was a fancy gala tho, everyone was in their bests dresses and all.

"This one's for my beautiful angel there, who looks as gorgeous as always" And Eddie winked at a special balcony of the vip guests.

Most of the public saw Eddie laughing softly, but they didn't know why. In that balcony a lovely brunette in a marion blue dress gave the guitarist and second voice of Corroded Coffin the middle finger as he had a stupid lovely gaze on their face while she blushed a little.

"Yeah love ya too sweetie" Eddie chuckled before starting with the show.

Later at the gala people saw Eddie Munson next to the tall brunette in that marion dress.

"So are you Eddie's girlfriend?" An interviewer asked, he looked at Stevie with those eyes Eddie didn't like.

But Eddie laughed as he waited for Steve's answer, that was going to be good as hell, they had the bitchy face on.

"Not a girl" Steve smirked "And definitely not his girlfriend, nor boyfriend, nor partner" She looked down at the man, who seemed so little compared to them "He's my husband"

"I am" Eddie smiled so stupidly in love as he looked up at Stevie, who usually wasn't that tall but with the black heels they was wearing today the difference was more than usual.

"Uh— Yeah" The interviewer looked at different places to get outta there

"You got any problem with that sir?"

"N-no it's perfectly fine ma'am— I mean sir— I mean—"

Steve snorted "Come on darling, let's go somewhere else without this kind of people"

And where Stevie went Eddie followed

The amount of edits with the song 'walk em like a dog' after that gala were more than years the Earth has.

"Teddy, look, another one" Steve chuckled as she showed Eddie his phone.

"Stop with that, you menace" Eddie laid down on the couch, next to his significant other, trying to take their phone away playfully.

"Erica is going to bully you so bad" Stevie giggled.

"And Red too" Eddie sighed "Jesus Christ, Stevie I am like that always?"

"It's cute"

"I hate you" Eddie muttered as Steve put on the baseball match of today.

"Love you too sunshine" She smiled softly as they started playing with Eddie's hair.

#steddie #genderfluid steve harrington #loml <3 #eddie munson #he's the raccoon man #like rockstar in a rat man way #steve x eddie #I see the way Stevie and Hob are connected idc what you say #I'm living for this #there's another thing I have where Steve is a drag queen and it's about platonic stobin what dya think about??? #I'm writing again 😭🌟 #steddie it's my comfort ship now #pandalily I'll come back someday #stranger things #I'M BACKKK #*insert Dusty and Stevie scene in S3 you know what* #have a nice day <3 #ALSO IMAGINE THAT STEVIE WOULD BE YOUR TEACHER #I would be insane #imagine seeing them on tv with that random rockstar your brother listens at #and go “that's my history teacher” #that would be wild #because Steve's Barbie and Eddie is his Ken idc what dyall say #kiddos go like “yeah my super cool lovely history teacher Stevie and their husband Eddie Munson” #“EDDIE MUNSON THE ROCKSTAR?” #“what?” and then the kids go wild (yeah even more)

[imtrashraccoon]

I'm going to make you choose between two that I'd consider hard picks. Would you date Bullet (Mafiafell!Sans) or Don G (Mafia!G!Sans)?

It'll take me a long time to figure out which of the two, as some days I might say Don G, while others I might say Bullet.

[Who would I date?]

...

I like both of these characters... I feel like Don G is the safe option here. He's definitely the more obscure character too.

I'm gonna pick Don G.

Normally I would pick Mafia!Fell Sans since... Look he's hot, a tough guy, and is generally depicted as large. But, you made me pick between him and a version of a character I've liked longer than even Edge.

#raccoons rambles #don g #g!sans #i really need to write for him again... #i miss him so much

[jasontoddsmommyissues]

I finally started reading Flight of Icarus and I’m so confused because it’s implying Wayne and Eddie don’t live together…even though Eddie literally flat out says he lives with Wayne in the first episode of the season?

#also if all his stuff is in the Upside Down version of the trailer #so it had to have been there since 1983 at least #I’m trying so hard not be salty but like… #the writing isn’t bad but there’s a lot of cliches and inconsistencies #sis you helped write the show how you going to forget a bunch of details about it? #stranger things #eddie munson #feral raccoon boy #flight of icarus #flight of icarus book #foi #also the Eddie in the book is kind of…meh #like he’s not bad but he’s not quite Eddie #stranger things Eddie #stranger things season 4 #stranger things 4 #Wayne Munson #I feel like they forget Eddie would be like 18 max in this #yet he’s coming home from his job at the bar to the place he lives alone at? #but then when he’s like 20 he’s living with Wayne again?

[spacedace]

Mad respect to the peeps able to look at a character with multiple interesting ships in fandom and decide they can just focus on one and not combine them all into a big polycule. I do not have that kind of self restraint.

#Kon & Danny are both excellent ship partners for Tim and I simply cannot choose #they will instead be a loving polycule of feral raccoons #and once i know enough about Bernard to write him he's joining the trash panda polycule #same with Damian Jon & Elle #tho in that case Jon is the grounded one slowly being corrupted by his menace partners into Be Gay Do Crimes Mode #one day Kon is gonna get a phone call from some police precinct and instead of Danny being arrested again for biting a cop #or Tim in custody for mad scientist bullshit #it's gonna be Jon begging *please don't tell mom & dad* after joining Elle & Damian in violently breaking up a dog fighting ring #and Kon is going to be *so proud*

[wannaeatramyeon]

I know you love gun.

Are you specifically uploading fics to feed yourself??

🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

Your Raccoon anon 🦝

I am a GOO and JAKE simp.

My PFP is just how I look at people irl on a daily basis.

But also... Not me waking up at 4am and getting the urge to write about Gun.

AND SIDE NOTE: requests are now closed and ask box off. Feeling super bad for all the anons that have requested and I haven't answered yet (still working through beginning of May's asks...) Will reopen when I've gotten it down to a reasonable amount! Please bear with and ofc appreciate yall requesting and reading my bs 🥺🥹

(And if you're waiting for smut, then you might be waiting for even longer lol)

🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

#“raccoon anon” #but who are we kidding #anyway sorry again guys #writing doesnt burn me out #but just answering requests do #so i need to get my own lil brainworms out too #ramen asks

[feral-ass-raccoon]

waking up feeling ✨️like shit✨️ bc my ass ✨️completely forgot✨️ that i had an essay due. uh. today. at noon. so i panicked and tried finishing the last three pages at like- midnight last night, got ✨️one sentence✨️ written, then passed the fuck out. it is not done. but fuck it we vibe ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

#raccoon's thoughts #can you tell i hate writing essays lmaoo #writing it the night before means it only takes that night!!!!! #yeah i will not learn from this. #it has happened before and it will absolutely happen again #but hey!!! at least i do good at words apparently (according to my teacher)

[raccoonnutella13]

sound off in the notes which of these yall wanna see the most and i'll draw + post em to my art blog @raccoonart13

#craig of the creek #cotc #i'd do a poll except i dont wanna write these all out again djdjjfkd #id in alt #raccoon speaks

[lazywriter7]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Guardians of the Galaxy (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Quill & Rocket Raccoon, Gamora/Peter Quill Characters: Rocket Raccoon, Peter Quill, Nebula (Marvel), Drax the Destroyer, Guardians of the Galaxy Team Additional Tags: Movie: Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 (2023), Rocket Raccoon-centric, Friendship, Grief/Mourning, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Character Study, Canon Compliant with Movie: Avengers: Infinity War (2018), Peter Quill & Rocket Raccoon Friendship, Minor Gamora/Peter Quill, Peter Quill Feels Summary:

“So if I killed Gamora, is it fair to want her back?”

“You didn’t kill her.” Rocket said.

“Of course I did. Right here on this shithole of a mining settlement,” The liquid sloshed over his fingers as Peter pointed with the bottle, with bloodshot eyes and tear tracks down hollow cheeks, perfectly certain as though he oriented himself to that point each day like a compass to magnetic north. “seven hundred metres in that direction. She told me to, and I pulled the trigger. If it were up to my choices, and my actions, then she would be dead.”

“And she is.” Peter said, and drained it all in one, long, miserable swallow.

~

Or, a short conversation on the way to best friendship.

#gotg vol 3 #gotg3 #gotg volume 3 spoilers #rocket raccoon #peter quill #guardians of the galaxy #it is so very nice to be writing fic and angsting all over the place again #peter I have missed you dearly #lazywriting #fanfic #gen

[sagaiv]

Guardians of the galaxy vol. 3 was absolutely fantastic. Rocket’s backstory was some of my favorite MCU content ever. It made me tear up. 

#I want to write about this more #after a few days have passed #and more people have seen it #MCU #Guardians of the galaxy #gotg #rocket raccoon #I also loved Nebula #Peter Quill didn't work as well for me as everyone else #again I'll talk more in depth #about it in a few days

[yotsubaclover]

super rough jules pseudo analysis thing

still think the most ??? train of thought ive had about jules is the line of analysis where i try to tie his dynamic with rosemarine to some sort of still-wonky class analysis

like i need to reread because it's been a while so i might simply be projecting but i remember talking about rose basically being like. bureaucrat capitalist nouveau riche vs jules being an impoverished and landless (?) noble and how the milieu of kazeki's narrative could have something to do with that (plus the later bits *coughs paris arc coughs* on urbanity... which is more directly about class p much)

my favorite part about that analysis is looking at how power and gender intersects cos in the case of jules, if land = power = masculinity and he is rendered landless by a series of unfortunate events, he is effectively castrated by the loss. and so much of jules' life is defined by trying to grapple with that vacuum (tbh you can interpret his shady dealings as like, kinda trying to compensate for his masculinity, because rising the ranks in the underground is power too, but since it's underground it's not really recognized so)... but ultimately kind of just always being on the fence about things. lmao.

queerness plays a big role in the hot mess that is jules. bc his character is stripped of his masculinity by the establishment and forced to occupy another (opposite!) role... and ofc because he loves rosemarine, he is obsessed with rosemarine, and he can't seem to reconcile himself with that fact nor can he let it go even well into the future, as in dove of happiness.

tldr; no one knows what goes on with jules de ferrier, even himself!!! (actually we kinda do know he has a crazy complex @ rosemarine which is very love and hate and tied to his self-image and gender concept. jules himself however) lololol. he's so bitter and terrible and this is a very limited and rudimentary look at the gears that turn this weirdo's head but it's like, wow, this guy is the side character ever and you can dig this deep into him??? sometimes i genuinely feel crazy but i think that's the charm of kazeki, the characters are like jawbreakers, you gotta take your time to melt and experience all the layers...

but this line of thinking also makes me curious about what the milieu of kazeki's production might have to do with these themes. bc you know. there are countless papers on marxist readings of rov and how its story coincided w irl social movements re: leftism and feminism in japan. what about kazeki? like i think there's potential in there... uuu... wanna study...

#raccoon brainrot emporium #kazeki #jules de ferrier #sorry for being crazy about jules it will happen again #this is what runs through my brain almost daily i really really need to like #write a thorough well researched academic essay about this guy like PROPERLY THIS TIME #cos i already did before but it was super shitty analysis

[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 273

Adjective: Sleepy

Noun: Bear

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Sleepy: needing or ready for sleep; showing the effects of sleep; inducing sleep, or soporific; (of a place) without much activity; (of a business, organization, or industry) lacking the ability or will to respond to change, or not dynamic

Bear: a large, heavy mammal that walks on the soles of its feet, having thick fur and a very short tail, and bears are related to the dog family but most species are omnivorous; (informal) a name for Russia; the constellation Ursa Major or Ursa Minor; a large, heavy, cumbersome man; (informal) a gay or bisexual man with a burly physique and a large amount of body hair; (dated) (informal) a rough, bad-mannered, or uncouth person; (informal) (US) something that is very difficult or unpleasant to deal with; (stock market) a person who forecasts that prices of stocks or commodities will fall, especially a person who sells shares hoping to buy them back later at a lower price

#big surprise #im late again #but this time its because im just now going to bed #today was my girlfriends birthday so we spent today celebrating #for the most part we just hung out and relaxed as much as we could #we bought some (cheap) games for the switch and she played some of the escapists 2 while i did art earlier #we also went to walmart and then drove around singing for a while (i almost hit a raccoon at one point but i didnt and thats what matters) #we had leftovers for dinner and watched two more episodes of orphan black (we only have one episode of season 3 left) #and i gave them the gifts i had bought for them throughout the day and they seemed to really like each one #so id say we had a pretty good day #as for the prompt because it was my girlfriends birthday i had her help me with it #so we ended up with 'sleepy' 'bear' because she loves 'bears' and 'sleeping' #and together it creates something comfy-cosy and my girlfriend is very comfy-cosy #essentially this prompt is for them #and im very excited to use them as a source of inspiration when writing my poem #thanks for reading #writing #writer #creative writing #writing prompt #writeblr #trying to be a writeblr at least

[ravensmadreads]

Hi, I saw all your tags on my Pero x witchy!reader story and I'm 🥹🥰😭❤️❤️❤️ from your kind words! I'm so very pleased that you liked that story. I really enjoyed writing it and building that little world, and it's always humbling to hear when I've managed to touch someone with my writing. Thank you so much for your reblogs and the tags, you really made me so happy!

I'm!!!! T_T please!!!! T_T you're so talented and that fic was so sweet but also on character and so them i could cry !! Also your insights on marriage and men and the world just made me feel so seen!!!

#grumpy pero has my heart ok #i could write an essay on that fic but im annoying and also have no way with words at all #but it was fantastic and i will definitely be rereading and annoying you again #pls dont thank me you're the one who's writing such amazing stuff and sharing it !!??? thank YOU!!!! #although i always worry my tags will annoy people so I'm very glad you said you liked them! #im just a feral trash raccoon avoiding real life and trying to make people smile one fic at a time #raven is an idiot #raven makes.... a friend? #shut up raven #raven answers

[naemors]

if i have to go into the tag again and see people fetishizing t.enoch and n.amor, I'm going to start biting people

#tbd. #like a rabid fucking raccoon #i said it earlier I'll say it again: be fucking normal. y'all are forgetting that he's an actual person and does a lot of activism #don't reduce him down like this it's insulting #not to mention the weird ass shit i see people writing about namor like #can y'all NOT be racist? is it that hard to ask? apparently so

[ringtailes]

FUCK IT WE BALL

#raccoon rambles #GUESS WHOS GONNA TRY WRITING AGAIN

[eager-wolfboy]

There is something so hilariously embarrassing about wanting to ask a blog if you can mention in your tags that you came to their content. Like not only is there usually a 1-24 wait period (at best) to get that information, but then they also Immediately know the context to your question

#raccoon•original #again this could be a fun fantasy concept like ‘show the world who made you cum’ #but mmmm #I’m shyyyy #and tend to write like a Victorian journalist

[blitzyn]

stop moving

re4r leon s. kennedy x m!reader

request: none

synopsis: After finding yourself stuck in a closet with Leon, you end up squirming just a little too much.

a/n -> i have fallen victim to the leon lover rabbit hole. ALSO. I FUCKING FRACTURED MY FINGER??? guys i almost cried when i had to write the word balls. </3 but thank you all for 1k followers! tbh i only started this acc because i liked the font when i wrote something in my drafts lmao. but still! it means a lot to me and im happy to have gotten this far!

wc -> 2.5k

cw -> thigh fucking, hiding in a closet, spit as lube, handjob (r receiving), pet names (baby x2, sweetheart x1), he's kinda possessive tbh, not beta read

This was supposed to be relatively simple: get in, figure out where the president's daughter was, save her, then get out. Sure, you've seen your fair share of weird shit — especially after the outbreak in Raccoon City, but finding out that there was a whole religion dedicated to spreading a plague for the sake of taking over the world definitely takes the cake. For now, at least.

But finding yourself cramped in a closet with Leon, surrounded by a horde of hostile cultists, also wasn't something you expected to happen throughout the entire mission.

"Stop moving so much," Leon quietly muttered from behind you just as you shifted.

"I'm not," you huffed, a bit annoyed that you had to hide in this stuffy closet, even if you knew that you'd probably be dead by now if it weren't for your partner's quick thinking. Against his words, you adjusted yourself again, trying to find a decently comfortable position. Suddenly, you felt his hands on your hips and the warmth of his chest pressed to your back as he pulled you flush against him.

"I said, stop moving," he repeated, whispering in your ear. You held back a shudder at the feeling of his breath ghosting over the shell of it, stilling completely in surprise. Just then, thunderous footsteps could be heard outside the closet; slowly, listening for any sound that might reveal where the two of you hid.

You tensed and instinctively backed up to further yourself from the perpetrator, even if there wasn't much room to move to begin with. You could faintly hear Leon grunt from behind you, but you were in no position to apologize at the moment. Your eyes were glued to a crack in the old, wooden door, watching as the light shifted when the person passed by.

You waited with bated breath, hoping that it wouldn't come near. But, like some cliche horror movie, you could see the light at the bottom of the door disappear, meaning it was far too close for comfort. With every second the person stood there, the tighter Leon's hold on your hips became. The two of you went so silent your ears rang, and you were briefly afraid that it'd hear the sound of your racing heartbeat.

But after what felt like an eternity, its heavy footsteps started up again and away from the closet. You heaved a sigh of relief when the front door slammed shut, rendering the building empty once more.

"Fucking hell, sorry," you mumbled, trying to shuffle forward and give Leon his space when you realized that he hadn't let go of you yet. "You okay?"

Using the dim light that filtered through the cracks in the door, you lifted your arms a bit and curiously peered at his hands. But that's when you noticed the black lines covering his arms. Upon closer inspection, you quickly realized that they were his veins.

"Christ, Leon, what—"

"Be quiet. Just—just for a second."

You found it hard to tear your eyes away from his arms, waiting in silence. You focused on the sound of his labored breaths, biting your tongue to keep yourself from questioning him even further. Your mind couldn't help the invasion of 'What happened?' and 'What is that?' that threatened to spill from your lips. How did you not notice this earlier?!

You were pulled from your thoughts when you felt him rest his forehead on your shoulder, muttering and grunting under his breath. And that's when you felt it — the reason why he was so reluctant to move just yet: he was hard.

"Oh." You couldn't help it, even if he had already told you to shut your mouth twice already. The silence from then on was painfully awkward as the two of you tried to figure out what to say. With a deep breath, you miraculously found the courage to speak up.

"Do you... Can I help you?" You offered, remaining still to keep yourself from accidentally pressing yourself up against him again. It was silent while you waited for his reply, embarrassment wriggling its way through your chest the longer the two of you kept quiet.

"I mean, you don't have to accept, you can just ignore me—" you began to ramble on, mortified that you even asked the question. "I just thought, cause, like, it'll be hard for you to—shit, I didn't mean it like that—"

"[Name]," Leon interrupted you, finding your instant silence charming in its own way. You could hear him take a deep breath in just as his hands slid further up to firmly caress your waist and abdomen. Electricity shot down your spine and pooled in your gut when he tugged you closer to him, grinding himself against your ass. "You can."

He reached for your hand and brought it behind you, placing it directly onto his cock. You gave it a tentative squeeze, savoring the quiet grunt that came from him, feeling your confidence grow by the second. You heard the gentle jingling of his belt as he undid it just enough for you to dip your hand underneath the waistband of his pants and boxers.

"Not wasting a second, huh?" Amusement and lust were laced in his voice as he spoke, a quiet moan spilling from his lips soon after.

He was hot and thick in your hand, throbbing rhythmically. You swiped a finger over the tip that beaded precum, savoring the shudder that came from his body. His hips trusted up into your fist, seeking more, and you were more than happy to oblige.

With a steady pace, you moved your hand up and down, tracing the prominent veins. You felt your own cock twitch at the sound of Leon's breathy groans and sighs, but you ignored it in favor of getting him off.

"Fuuckk," he drawled out, leaning forward to press his lips on the side of your neck. "You're good at this. Makes me think you've done this typa thing before."

"No," you responded, gently rubbing the spot on the underside of the tip. "You're the only one."

"I get the special treatment?" He muttered teasingly, his breath hot against your skin. "Must be my lucky day."

He could feel his body buzzing with adrenaline as he peppered open-mouthed kisses on the side of your neck, untucking your shirt to slide a hand up your torso to pinch and toy with a nipple. His free hand traveled lower, slipping his cold fingertips underneath the waistband of your pants, but refused to go further than that.

You could feel his lips curl in a subtle smirk, but even as you realized he was teasing you, testing your patience, you had no intention to retaliate. Christ. The hold this man had on you. It was downright pathetic.

"God," he started, pressing his palm flat on your chest to bring you closer to him—eager for more of your touch. He let his teeth gently scrape against your skin, threatening to bite—to mark you, but he forced himself not to. He couldn't. Not right now. "I want to fuck you so bad."

His words were breathless, borderline desperate, as they left his lips. He couldn't help but thrust his hips up into your fist, pushing and pushing until your hand was flush against your ass, keeping you from jerking him off as he rutted against your hand.

"We can't, Leon," you muttered, disappointment lacing your voice. As much as you'd love to have him inside you, fucking you deep, you knew you couldn't. Not when the Ganados were still outside, at least. "Just let me finish you off."

Leon let out a low growl, knowing that you were right. There were a lot of things the two of you couldn't do inside the confined space of the closet, forcing him to conjure up ideas of what he wanted to do when all of this was over.

But for now, he settled on the second best option: your thighs.

"I know," he murmured, breathing in deeply as he pulled your hand away from his throbbing cock. "Then let me fuck your thighs. I'll be quick, I promise."

You mulled over his words, unsure if it would be a good idea.

"Please, baby," he pleaded, his voice heavy with lust. "Just this once. Then, when we find Ashley and get the hell outta this place, I'll make sure to fuck you properly. Nice 'n hard 'n deep. Wouldn't you like that?"

Fuck it.

"Mhm, yeah, go ahead." You relented, knees weakening at the thought of having his thick cock inside you, stretching and filling you up perfectly.

"Atta boy," he buried his thumbs underneath your pants and boxers, pulling them down to let them drop to your ankles. "Knew you'd come around."

He groaned at the sight of your bare thighs and drooling cock, running his hands along the curve of your ass to lean back and spread it, focusing his gaze on your asshole. "Fuck," he hissed. "Can't wait to feel your tight little hole around me later. Gonna fill you up with my cum, make you mine."

Arousal sank in your stomach like a rock as your hole clenched around nothing. Whatever's coursing through his veins made him more impulsive, more desperate, but with the fog that clouded your thoughts, you hardly found it in you to mind.

He spat on his cock and moved a hand away from your body to briefly jerk himself off and smear the saliva around.

"Open up, baby," he instructed as soon as he was done, raising his hand to caress your hip. "Spread your legs a little."

Like a trained puppy, you obeyed, widening your thighs just enough to let him guide his hard cock in between them. Your breath hitched at the sight of the head peeking out, squeezing your legs around him just a bit tighter.

"Jesus fuck, [Name]," he groaned, leaning forward to press his chest against your back. He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close to him. Through the hazy mess that was in your mind, you found comfort in the warmth and firmness of them as you placed your hands on his forearms for some sort of stability. "That's it. Squeeze me just like that."

You could feel every twitch and throb, and you were sure he could feel yours, too. It felt like your senses were on overdrive as you listened to your labored breaths, his pleased sighs and grunts, and the slick sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your thighs. He set a leisurely pace, rocking his hips back and forth.

"Shit..." He hissed, speeding up his thrusts as his dick rubbed against your balls, smearing his makeshift lube across your skin.

His hips met yours with quiet slaps, making sure to keep the noise level at a minimum despite the overwhelming urge to just bury himself inside you right then and there. He mouthed at the nape of your neck, tasting the salt of your skin, gently pressing his teeth down hard enough to send sparks down your spine.

His fingertips pressed into your sides so firmly it hurt, but it only served to mix in with the desire that burned brightly in your belly. He fucked your thighs with a sense of urgency, as if trying to satiate a hunger deep within his subconscious—not that you minded.

He grunted and groaned with every thrust, tightening his arms around your waist to tug you back to him whenever your hips jolted forward. It was intoxicating; the way he so effortlessly turned your body into a sensitive mess left you wanting more.

But as soon as a strong hand wrapped around your aching cock, you nearly came on the spot. One of your hands left Leon's forearm to slap it over your mouth as you tried to keep yourself from moaning too loud.

He breathily chuckled beside your ear. "Is this what you wanted?" He rhetorically questioned, swiping a finger over the leaking head so perfectly it left your skin tingling. "Tell me, sweetheart."

"Ohh, fuck," you hissed. It was embarrassing how you so eagerly responded to his touch. "Yeah, th-that's it...!"

Your eyes fluttered shut, focusing on the feeling of his slick cock moving in and out from between your thighs. Your lips parted from behind your hand to let out quiet pants and moans, digging your nails into his forearm the closer you got to your orgasm.

"Oh god, Leon—!" You moaned, pressing yourself further against his back. You could feel your legs faltering, but he didn't seem to mind having you rely on him to stand up.

"I know, baby, I know," he muttered, his voice tight and strained as his thrusts gradually grew sloppy and weak. "Me too."

His cock pulsed and twitched, and he can't help himself from clamping his teeth over the side of your neck this time. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood, but it left a noticeable bite mark that dully ached.

"Come on, baby, cum for me," he instructed, and you had no choice but to comply.

With a muffled moan, you arched your back and finally came as ropes of your semen coated the dusty wooden floor and Leon's fingers. He stroked you until he was sure that you were spent before letting go to chase after his own release.

"Shit," he cursed, breathing heavily. "I'm gonna cum so... so fucking hard...!"

With a strained groan, his hips jerked erratically as he came, holding you tight enough to leave bruises. You gently rub your thighs together, helping him ride out his high. It wasn't until a few moments later did he finally stop, breathing hard against your neck as he calmed down. But that's also when the clarity kicked in.

"Oh, fuck," he muttered, moving his head from you. "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened—I just—" he apologized, sighing in defeat a moment later.

"It's fine," you replied, patting his arm. You had to suppress a shudder when he pulled away from your thighs. The cum that ended up on the insides of them quickly cooled, leaving an uncomfortable sensation on your skin. You were just gonna have to suck it up.

"Let's just get outta here, already." You shuffled forward a bit to tug your pants back up your legs while Leon composed himself.

"Yeah," he said, pressing an arm against the dusty, wooden door. Through the dim light, you could see that his veins were no longer visible again, but that thought was going to have to hold off until later. "You ready?"

"Yup." You nodded after briefly making sure you still had everything in place.

Without further thought about what happened just a few seconds ago, Leon pushed the door open and quickly left the closet as you trailed close behind. Now, it was back to work.

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