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coqvttes · 6 months

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hello!! first of all, congrats on 600!! you honestly are an amazing writer and truly deserve it. anyways i was wondering if i could get a drabble with leon kennedy and lana del rey’s song playing dangerous?🩷 (my thing for hot police officers is at it again 😭)

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 hey! thank you, love, you're the sweetest i really appreciate it! yes, you can, i really love this song and it goes so well with rookie leon, i might turn this into a whole fic! (i mixed the lyrics a little bit to make it fit better)

nsfw : fem!reader, sub!leonish, teasing rookie leon, suggestive.

"everybody knows that i'm a good girl officer"

'knock knock!'

rushing to open the front door, you wonder why on earth someone would be knocking at this hour. you forget to put on something decent and open the door to be met with a handsome police officer. you find yourself looking at him up and down, too busy checking out the man to even think about why a police officer was knocking at your door this late.

"could i help you, officer?" you ask sweetly, fluttering your lashes at the handsome man in uniform. he looks young; he must be new. this town is fairly small and you swear you've never seen him before.

a faint flush adorns his charming features as he fully takes in your appearance, dressed in a skimpy little nightgown with eyes innocent and nervous that gaze up at him. he coughs out of his trance and you finally get to hear his voice.

"sorry to bother you at this hour, i'm officer kennedy, leon kennedy, we just got a call about suspicious activity around here, could i just ask you a few questions, please?"

"no, i wouldn't do a thing like that, that's for sure"

"am i in trouble, officer..?" your voice is meek and your eyes are concerned. you look straight into his eyes and blood rushes right to his dick. his eyes move lower to avoid your gaze but then he finds himself staring right at your cleavage. fuck.

"n-no! it's- i just need to ask you a few things, its a simple procedure nothing serious!" he pries his eyes away from your chest to look at you again.

"tell me, do you always work alone so late?"

he goes over a few simple questions but you don't pay much attention, too busy fiddling with the necklace around your neck as you nod along with him. he finds himself stuttering over his words, unable to concentrate with a pretty girl like you teasing him.

he tries so hard not to stare at your tits peeking out of your skimpy dress with the way you lean in closer to hear what he’s asking, even though you know exactly what he's saying, you just have to make it so difficult for him, don't you?

he notices how you shiver slightly from the chill in the air and doesn't think before he speaks.

"gosh, i'm a little shy standing here in my nightgown"

"perhaps i could talk to you inside?" his eyes widen at his own words as heat spreads across his cheeks and you offer him a charming smile before nodding. god that sweet smile of yours, it's going to kill him.

that's why he can't help himself when you invite him into your home, offering him a glass of water as you sit ever so close to him on your sofa. your hand resting on his tense thigh as you lean in closer, your tits pressing against him arm. he's realizes how hard he is and then you're making an excuse that its too hot in the room, so you slip off your thin shawl.

let's just say rookie officer kennedy went a little overtime tonight.

#꒰ ୨୧ : coqvttes kinktober event ꒱#꒰ 🍓 ꒱ — rasberry jam #leon smut #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil smut #re2 #re4 #resident evil x reader #resident evil #leon scott kennedy #leon resident evil #leon s kennedy smut #leon scott kennedy smut #resident evil 4 #resident evil 2

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s6xthsensevape · 2 years

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🥜🧈🍇🤤🥜🧈🍓🤤 Thought I'd try the Rasberry Jam too 😋 via /r/Vaping https://ift.tt/3G7EKBp

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coqvttes · 5 months

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Hey Lola, I hope you won’t mind me asking for some rasberry jam. I was thinking NSFW and for the song to be, “Pretty when you cry” by Lana Del Rey and for the character to be Leon Kennedy.

Please and thank you, have a good day wherever you are!!

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 hey thank u, nonnie for the request! sorry this took so longg! leon is so lana coded! i love this song and thank uu, u too pookie! <3

nsfw : gn!reader, sub!reader, rough, crying, angst, dacryphilia, comfort.

"you make me feel like your whole world"

leon knows that you'll always be there for him. he knows that sometimes he can't control his emotions, but he also knows that you'll always love him, no matter what.

he'll come home to you stressed and tense. tired from work and he doesn't seem interested in talking it out with you. his mind and body too busy with ache for you, for your warmth, for your tears.

and you yearn for him so. you yearn to please him, to make him feel better, so much better, just like you always do. so you let him use you. you'd let him do anything to you; you know he'll always care for you the way you've cared for him and he knows you don't mind.

"i'll wait for you, babe, that's all i do, babe"

your eyes light up when he approaches you and you jump up to greet him. your gentle voice asking him how his day was and such. but he doesn't answer.

and you know what he wants when he captures your lips in a rough kiss. murmuring between quick breaths for you to take your clothes off. and you do, without hesitation.

he maneuvers your pliant body onto the bed, and you squeak when he hoists your legs over his broad shoulders, nervous wide eyes in anticipation of what he plans for you as he tugs your panties off hurriedly.

"don't come through babe, you never do"

you gasp when he slips into you and your palms find purchase on his shoulders. holding onto him tightly as you try to relax yourself, the stretch is more painful from the lack of foreplay, and suddenly, his hips are snapping against yours.

you whine out from his roughness, the lack of preparation causing you to feel overwhelmed as you urge him to slow down desperately. but your pleas go ignored as he chases his pleasure.

"because i'm pretty when i cry"

tears well up in your doe eyes and your lips wobble as you stare up at him, pleading for him to kiss you or touch you gently. but he's not paying attention to you, and his pace fastens and you turn your head to the side, the tears spilling into the pillow beneath you as you whimper with each harsh thrust.

"fuckk, you're so pretty, aren't ya. look at me, let me see you."

his fingers tilt your jaw, forcing you to look up at him properly through your wet lashes. he smirks when he takes in your messy state, mascara running down your cheeks and your lips desperately pining for his.

but he doesn't kiss you, and after he pulls out to finish on top of you, he apologizes. his touch, now gentle as he pulls you into his arms, wiping your tears away as he coos in you ear.

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coqvttes · 6 months

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hi lola !! may i have some raspberry jam ?? keegan + valentine by laufey pls ! doesn't matter if it's nsfw or not !! as long as its fluffy i'm happy (,,o//o,,)

thank u in advance !!! ur the sweetest and ik this is gonna be amazing ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 hello, my lovely! thank u for your request, what a beautiful song!? and keegan is so underrated, good choice! x

sfw : gn!reader, fluff, praise, a bit suggestive.

୨୧― “he tells me i'm pretty”

your shy gaze is fixed on the ceiling as you gasp faintly. your vision grows hazy and your hands, nervous as they grip onto his shoulders unsurely. he litters wet kisses all over your the expanse of your neck, the sensation tickles you and you try to stay still. the feeling is foreign, but you like it.

“you’re so pretty,” he whispers, his breath tickling your skin.

୨୧― “don't know how to respond i tell him that he's pretty too”

“y-you’re pretty, keegan..” the words slip out unexpectedly in the heat of the moment, and you feel that his gentle kisses have stopped. as he pushes himself up to hover above you again.

୨୧― “can i say that? don't have a clue”

your eyes which were once pressed shut from the pleasure are now wide open and heat crawls onto your face as realization hits you. a slight panic settles in your core as you notice him staring at you.

"sorry! i'm- i just, i've never-!" he shushes you with a passionate kiss. your eyes flutter close as you sink into his embrace, your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him close.

୨୧― “with every passing moment”

"you're so perfect, baby." he whispers, pulling away from you to admire you below him. you smile up bashfully from the praise. you've never been intimate with him and you find yourself searching for the right words to say to him.

୨୧― “i surprise myself”

"i love you," you blurt out and tug him down desperately to press your lips against his. he's stunned by your sudden boldness but he doesn't complain, because he loves it, chuckling when he notices the flush on your face. your gaze darts away from his and he tilts your face gently to look into your eyes once more.

“wish we'd done this sooner, you're cute when you blush.”

#꒰ ୨୧ : coqvtte's picnic event ꒱#꒰ 🍓 ꒱ — rasberry jam #keegan x reader #cod keegan #cod #call of duty #keegan p russ #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #keegan smut #keegan russ x reader #keegan p russ x reader #keegan drabble #cod drabble #keegan russ smut #call of duty smut #cod smut

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coqvttes · 5 months

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congrats on 600!! <3

꒰ 🍓 ꒱ — 𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐉𝐀𝐌 : send me a song & character and i'll write a drabble !

motion sickness by phoebe bridgers with old man leon pretty please i love angst

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 hey pookie! thank u for the request! i love this song sm and leon angst is soooso good. although i feel like he’d treat u good fr. sorry if this is bad and sorry it took a while <3

nsfw : fem!reader, alcoholic!leon, angst, alcohol, older!leon, p in v.

"i hate you for what you did"

you could never forget his promise to you, his promise to care for you, to love you, to treat you good like you truly deserve. but instead, you endure countless nights of him shutting you out, only to seek comfort in a bottle of old whiskey. you hated him when he was like this, drunk with no control over his emotions or most importantly, his words.

the things he would say to you, it hurt you, it cut you and it made you cry when none of it was your fault. all you wanted was to make things better. but you can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped.

"and i miss you like a little kid"

you miss the feeling of being held in his strong arms that once vowed to protect you forever, but you were young then and you were naïve. you miss how he’d always be there to help when you needed him, when you felt down. you miss how he held you gently, when he’d kiss your neck to tease you, to draw out your pleasure—when he actually cared for your pleasure. you miss when the feeling of his lips against yours was passionate, when he touched you gently, when you made love. you miss how he’d crack dad jokes to make you laugh when you felt like crying, leon made you feel safe.

"i faked it every time"

you don’t even remember the last time leon made love to you. you don’t remember the last time he told you how much he loved you. instead he was busy, away on important business that he never cared to tell you about because he’d say you didn’t understand, because you were young? countless nights of him coming back to you, your bed, to apologize, to make it up to you, but it didn’t feel the same anymore, the love, the pleasure. he wasn’t the same man you fell in love with.

"but that's alright i can hardly feel anything,"

so that’s why you don’t say anything when he tells you he loves you as he bullies into your cunt. the feeling all too familiar. his breath hot against your cheek slightly as he whispers those words to you. that’s why you don’t kiss him back when he smashes his lips against yours fervently. that’s why you don’t look into those ocean eyes that once held so much love for you, instead, you stare up into the blankness of the ceiling, just like the blankness in your heart. that’s why you don’t stay when he asks you to.

"hardly feel anything at all…"

tears in your eyes and he halts his movements, plopping down beside you to doze off. you turn to your side and pull the duvet over you, now the only thing that makes you feel protected. tears spill down you cheeks as you snuggle into the pillow, now damp. that’s why you realize now, that you don’t miss him anymore, that you don’t feel anything anymore. those feelings you once had for him, blown away in the wind that holds all of his broken promises.

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coqvttes · 5 months

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Hii! I'd love to see a nsfw drabble with Nanaimo and the song, "older" by Isabel LaRosa! Also I'm so sorry about your recent incident with the group and stuff :( I really do hope that your schol does something. Also congrats on 600!! I love your writing🫶

୨୧― ❝𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒❞ — 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍.

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 heyy nonnie! you're literally a genius, i have always pictured nanami with this song?? and thank u babes, it's all been sorted outt and ily!

nsfw : fem!reader, sub!reader, older!nanami, manhandling, public sex, professor x student trope.

"baby, am i your little secret?"

professor nanami finds it very difficult to concentrate on todays lecture the moment you enter the hall. late as usual, dolled up in that tiny little thing you call a skirt, and your lips, glossier than ever.

and gosh when you finally sit down, with the way your legs cross under the table, it allows him to catch a sneaky glimpse of what he might be getting later.

he gulps, it's wrong, really. he's your professor, at least ten years older than you. he shouldn't be doing this, whatever "this" is, with you.

"eighteen, i'm old enough to keep it"

secret kisses, rushed touches and those looks you give him from your seat in the hall, it’s all he can think about as he tries to get through the lecture.

he chokes on his own words when you unwrap a lollipop, popping it into your mouth to suck on it slowly. he coughs and restarts his sentence, turning away to face the blackboard in hopes of getting you off his mind.

and then, at the end of the lecture, as you walk up to to his desk to hand in your research paper, his hand brushes over yours, and your eyes meet with his, gosh he looks so good in that button up.

"professor, i was wondering if i could get some feedback on the assignment." you look up at him innocently through your lashes, your fingers sliding up his arm as the last student leaves the room, grinning up at him.

"think i need someone older"

somehow, you find yourself bent over his smooth oak wood desk, your skirt flipped up as he tugs your cute little panties to the side, groaning at how wet you are.

gasping as he pushes into your cunt, you rest your cheek on the table as your eyes practically roll back into your head from how full he makes you feel. he begins to push himself in and out of you, yours nails begin scratching at the wood.

his hands glide under your top up your back and to your front to grope your breasts. switching from fondling them greedily to pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipples.

"mmm-ah faster!" you cry, you voice is shaky and desperate as you cling onto the edges of the oak wood desk. skirt flipped up as he slams into you repeatedly, palms gripping onto your hips tightly.

"just a little bit colder"

you mewl out lewdly as he leans down his chest almost pressing shading your back as he pants in your ear. the sounds bouncing off the walls of the room are obscene.

a combination of gasping, faint slapping noises and his deep groans that make you tumble over the edge of ecstasy.

in the afterglow you find yourself grinning when he fixes your skirt, helping you up on your feet with a chaste kiss on your cheek. mumbling something along the lines of "keep up the good work". you smile at how sexy he looks when he fixes his tie, then combing his hair back with his fingers.

you love when he can change his whole demeanor the moment he has to get back to work, students entering the classroom, greeting him as they find their seats. that same serious and stoic demeaner that will always crumble for you from the flutter of your lashes.

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coqvttes · 6 months

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HI IM NEW!! You can call me fynch!!

Rasberry jam!

Simon ‘ghost’ riley with the song

“Don’t talk about love” -Guccihighwaters

Or

“The death of peace of mind” -bad omens

((You deff don’t have to but yknow!!!))

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 hey fynch! thank you for your request, i love the songs and i had loads of fun writing this! sorry if its too long or not good x

nsfw : gn!reader, sub!reader, rough sex, crying, some angst.

"baby, i'm not known to trust"

the sounds of skin slapping, strings of low groans, and high-pitched cries of his name echo in your bedroom. you shouldn't have let him in, because this time, you know he'll just break your heart.

his hands grasp onto your thighs which are wrapped around his side roughly, the feeling of your skin under his touch is all too familiar. he misses it. it's not the first time he's knocked on your door, the same look on his face as you stare into his crestfallen eyes.

"but i'll fuck you till you go numb"

you soft hands move up to cup his cheeks tenderly with that adoring look in your eyes that just make him melt every time. he avoids your gaze and pins both of your wrists above your head. your touch is too pure, too loving for him, he's undeserving of it with the way he's treated you, he hates how much you love him. he hates how much he loves you.

he wishes you weren't so perfect, so sweet, so gentle to him. how you ask him to make love to you and he fucks you instead. but you love it either way, you love anything that is simon.

"tonight i only want lust"

his grip on your wrists loosens and you seize the opportunity to reach to him, pulling him close to press your lips against his. as hard as he tries not to, his lips move on their own, kissing you back desperately with passion that has been building up for months away from you, your touch. as he pulls away from you, tears spill down your cheeks as you turn your head away from him.

"shit, am i hurting?" his thrusts slow and his fingers tilt your chin to face him, his eyes scanning you over. shaking your head fervently, you look up at him through your wet lashes, "no, i-i've just missed you so much, simon... i love you."

"don't talk about love"

his movements are gentle as he wipes the tears from your flushed cheeks, he doesn't want to make you cry. he wants to hold you, to love you, to kiss you. but he knows if he does, he'll never be able to leave your embrace ever again. he knows that you can't live without him, and he hates to admit it, but so can't he, you're his weakness.

but you know he'll come back to you, just like he always does.

#꒰ ୨୧ : coqvtte's picnic event ꒱#꒰ 🍓 ꒱ — rasberry jam #simon riley #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost smut #ghost x reader #cod #cod mw2 #cod x reader #call of duty #call of duty smut #call of duty modern warfare 2 #simon riley x you #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #ghost call of duty

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coqvttes · 6 months

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For the picnic event:

Can be SFW or NSFW—Would love to see something w Simon Riley and the song “Heart On Fire In Mexico” by Abby Anderson. That first verse is just so Ghost coded I need to see it😭🫶🏻

Love your writing! Congrats on 600!!!🎉🎉🎉

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 thank you, love!! and thank you for the request, i agree the song is so ghost coded! x

sfw : suggestive, gn!reader, groping, making out, alcohol consumption.

“she was a dark-haired juárez beauty”

he’s been captivated by you from the moment you walked into the pub, his eyes trained on the way you sway your hips just the way he likes. he catches a whiff of the seductive scent of your perfume and internally groans.

“flirtin' with a g.i. joe off-duty”

you laugh with the bartender and he thinks it should be him you’re laughing with. he clenches his fist before chugging down his pint. you hadn’t noticed the stranger staring at you from across the bar until he begins to approach you. a flush spreads across your cheeks as you turn to face him, he’s ridiculously tall, huge and handsome.

“workin' him for tips at a bar in mexico”

“can i uh- can i get you a drink?” his voice is deeper and gruffer than you expected, his accent is thick and god, so are his arms. you eye him up and down before nodding bashfully. the handsome smile he flashes you sends butterflies straight to your stomach and you too find yourself drawn to him.

“one cigarette smoke break by the back door”

one drink turns into something much more and you find yourself sat atop the hood of his car out the back. your legs wrapped around his waist as his brawny figure shadows over you perfectly, keeping your body flush against his. his palms kneading your arse desperately. your gentle fingers grasping onto his shoulders tight, needing him as close as possible.

“turned into a pack on the hood of his ford”

he crashes his lips against yours, groaning faintly as his rough fingers rub circles into your thighs before sliding up under your jean shorts. he grins against your hot mouth as you gasp against his lips, the passion in the kiss knocking the air out of your lungs. he makes you weak. you look him right in the eyes and you feel that your heart has been captured by him, the stranger in the bar.

“wherever he is now, the devil knows”

you never did catch the strangers name, and you’ll never know where he is, who he is, or if he even yearns for you the way you yearn for him.

but you’ll always remember the touch of his hand, the sound of his voice, and the taste of his lips.

#꒰ ୨୧ : coqvtte's picnic event ꒱#꒰ 🍓 ꒱ — rasberry jam #simon riley #ghost cod smut #ghost smut #cod #call of duty #call of duty smut #ghost x reader #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod mw x reader

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