dont wanna make too much noise

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based off an old leon bot idea :3 yeah, im gonna release it in a bit. hold ur horses, you freaks/lh. i just need to update leons bio uhh,,

also, some of my hc have changed again :(. changed a lot of his bio, made it so his features r more detailed. rewrote the entire thing, im about to ngl/j HALF of what THIS fucker wears is literally just pockets (im jealous)

fraternization within units is a no-go, so you should probably avoid that by being the same rank as him (lieutenant), or just say you, like, snuck in through the window (idk man😞😞). i just know his scarf tastes fucking terrible, sorry about that

felt nauseous when writing this, indubitably👅

•✦ req status — open (requests♡)

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Risky didn't fit — stupid, maybe.

The bunks they were supposed to sleep in, along with the rest of the squad, unnocupied. His pants were pooled around his ankles, undershirt loose around his tense frame. Rough hands, from handling weapons, skimmed over their sensitive flesh.

What they were doing was.. pretty fucking stupid, sure. But he wasn't thinking with his head. Not the one sitting on his shoulders, anyway.

Smelled like a goddamn whorehouse in the room they were occupying. Almost sounded like one, too.

A cacophony of muffled noises emanating from a thorough workout process. They were probably— no, definitely going to get caught from just how thin these fuckass walls were. A piece of cardboard would muffle the sounds better. Styrofoam, maybe.

..Or, he could just make due with something else.

Piers’ scarf currently crammed in their mouth, the fabric doing a relatively alright job at muffling the cute little sounds being choked out of their stuffed lips. Could've used his hand instead — but those were currently holding onto their hips, calloused fingers pressed into their sides, blunt nails digging in their skin, leaving litting temporary indents.

A small groan caught in his throat, forming into a whiny “ ,” legs shoving theirs apart, as his weeping slid in and out of their warm, gummy channel. Their combined fluids leaking down {{user}}' thighs in streaks.

Nearly mimicking the streaks of saliva sliding down the outer corners of their lips, runing down their chin, and the small amount of tears leaking from their eyes. From either them gagging on the scarf or his (both, probably).

As much as he would love to hear the adorable noises they could make, he wasn't so sure the other residents underneath the same roof would.