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[leonbirdi]

#110 Den perfekte sælger... Sådan finder og fastholder du den perfekte sælger

Hvorfor fejler sælgere?

Det gør de ikke fordi de er dumme eller dovne.

De fejler oftest fordi de er fejlrekrutteret, dårligt ledet og minimalt motiveret.

I denne episode får du en guide til at justere din rekrutteringsproces, næste gang du skal ansætte en sælger. Du får også inspiration til at vurdere din nye sælgers kompetencer, så du samen med sælgeren kan lægge en udviklingsplan, der virker. Ved at bruge "One Minute Manager" metoden kan du nemlig udvikle og motivere dine sælgere særdeles effektivt. Men lyt med og få opskriften - lige til at bruge fra i morgen.

Min erfaring er nemlig at mange virksomheder har forkerte søgekriterier, når de skal ansætte en sælger. Det jeg mener er, at sælgere jo helt grundlæggende skal kunne to ting:

De skal kunne sælge

De skal forstå markedet

Men det er her, at mange ledere dummer sig. De kommer nemlig til at bytte rundt på de to emner. De tror fejlagtigt at det først og fremmest er vigtigt at den nye sælger kender markedet, kunderne og produkterne. Dermed antager ledelsen desværre bare, at man kan lære at sælge, hvis bare man har styr på markedet.

Det er forkert! Den ene ting har nemlig med grundlæggende holdninger, livsindstilling og personlighed at gøre. Den anden med viden.

Så hvis du tror at den perfekte sælger først og fremmest skal kende dine produkter og kunder - og senere "bare lige skal lære at sælge" - så er du på kurs mod fiasko.

I denne episode kan du derfor høre om, hvilke overvejelser du bør gøre dig, når du ansætter sælgere. Du får mine ufiltrerede tanker om hvordan du bør forholde dig til problemet om viden og holdning - og du får en guide til at styre, udvikle, motivere og anerkende sælgeren, når først denne er ansat.

Lyt også til denne om at score sig selv som sælger: https://salgspodcast.dk/90-scor-dig-selv-og-andre-mder-at-blive-en-bedre-slger-p

Og lyt til denne om at lede dine sælgere, så de får mere succes: https://salgspodcast.dk/77-denne-er-til-din-chef-men-lyt-bare-med

Stikord: Ledelse, One Minute Manager, sælgerudvikling, rekruttering.

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[keikiri-kitten]

UNDRESS ME ★ LEON KENNEDY

leon x reader, re4 leon, fem!reader, d.o.s agent!reader, stressed reader, smut, cunnilingus

Leon will never tell you how much he enjoys undressing you. It’s something intimate and passionate where he can take his time with you. Things are easy for him now. The missions aren’t completely unbearable since he’s come home from Spain and he gets to come home to you at reasonable hours. You two even built a routine around it.

He loves finding you at the small coffee table in front of the window, letting the peach tone of the sunset cast against your body as you furiously type on that same rusty, job-given laptop. He can almost expect it when it gets home from work. He can also spot how enthralled you are in your own work that you don’t even notice his footsteps approaching you.

His feet are heavy as they shuffle toward you, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his jeans. A deaf person could hear the beat of his shoes, but not you. The man fears his heart palpitations every time he gets closer to you. Suddenly he can spot them; small little buds planted in your ears. It’s a faint sound of something chaotic that he can hear you listening to but if it’s keeping you focused, there’s no harm in it.

There’s a grin that pulls at this lips as he feels you jump from the tender graze of his hand on your cheek to make you look at him. You yank the small white buds from your ears and lock them up in their proper case before sighing out, “sorry. I didn’t hear you come in.” It’s a fragile, defeated smile you give him that wrenches his heart.

“You never do.” Chuckling, icy eyes peer to your laptop and the man tilts his head in the same direction. “I think you should put that away. Any more time on that thing and it’s gonna blow the place up,” he taunted.

You always feel a bit unaccomplished when Leon suggests for you to put yourself first. There’s so much more you felt you could be doing, though leave it to Leon to help you pull away from work. As your hands reach out to save any open documents and shut the screen on the blocky, out of touch laptop, you could spot a rather wide, meaty hand reach out to you.

“Come on. We can leave the work for tomorrow. You did enough today. I sure as hell know I did.” With a laugh, he guided you off of the chair before he leans down to rest a gentle kiss to your temple.

What a poor thing you are. You didn’t even think to take off your shoes. They scuff along the floor as he pulls you gently to your shared bedroom. The man in front of you smirks, shaking his head. “I’m not cleaning up any marks your shoes leave on the floor.”

It was a comment that makes you smirk, “so you’re only good for taking the clothes off,” you affirm. The bedroom is as cozy as you both left it. The bed was undone but the slept in look relaxes you.

“I am only good for taking the clothes off.” He assures, pausing his steps to take pull your body in front of him to get you to stand at the foot of your bed. “Sit down,” he instructs with a genuine smile.

Your shoes are the first to go. He kneels in front of you, one knee propped up and the other shoved into the carpet to keep him steady. He puts each shoe down carefully and standing them up besides one another. You swear you could stare at him for hours. There’s this focused look in his eyes as he works on undressing you, gazing at your legs. His eyes flicker all over your lower half as he works, slightly jumping when you speak up. “Didn’t do enough service for the president today I see,” you tease. If he has enough energy to undress you, what has he been doing all day?

The pair of blue eyes that were locked to your skin soon met yours. Stressed, tired eyes narrowed in amusement as he placed a hand on the knee closest to his chest. “He actually made use of the other traumatized agents. There was nothing left to do.” Shrugging, his hair drapes over his face so effortlessly and the slight stubble on his jaw compliments the rugged look he carries. He’s beautiful. “What about you? You’re taking work home again. I thought we talked about taking it easy.” He knew your job wouldn’t necessarily be smooth sailing and that you would get used to it, but he also thought you were a bit too young to embark on a task so heavy. It was good you’re both working on the same side but it hurt him to know how difficult it was for you.

Leon’s eyes admire you from your face back down to your legs, running the tips of his fingers along your ankles and up your calves as he awaits an answer. He’s only a little satisfied since your skin is covered in thin stocking fabric. Gentle touches continue to reach for your upper thigh, sliding under your skirt to find the band. “It’s more than just going on missions via camera and microphone with federal agents. There’s intelligence things. I write reports, update on every single thing and some of those things can’t be finished in a typical forty hour work week. How good is overtime when you can barely adjust during a normal shift?”

You’re burnt out. The both of you could tell. Leon tries to think of words of wisdom but considering he didn’t even leave his job after the worst in Spain, he’ll sound like a hypocrite. You don’t take notice, though while giving him your drained response, your stockings and panties meet the floor. “Is this a job you wanna stick with?” It takes finding your panties and stockings on the floor to understand that Leon has a swift and sneaky hand. You can’t even respond to his question as you try to process his haste with getting you undressed, though you quickly spot the smirk on his lips.

It’s a strong pair of hands that wrap behind your knees to pull your bottom closer to the edge of the bed. The friction between the sheets and your skirt expose your lower half fully. “Don’t answer that…” Leave it to Leon to be the best and worst distraction. He was no empath, but he could say he understood how frustrating a job like yours must be. Placing a gentle tap on his shoulders, he silently instructs you to place your thighs on them.

As you attempt to do so, he snakes his hands from underneath your legs and around your upper thighs. His touch is tender and careful as you feel it tease up your skin. You can’t help but to gasp when your back hits the bed from a harsh, playful pull at your thighs pull your hips further off the edge. There’s a swift breath he takes before your legs are hoisted onto his shoulder. If this was his idea of a comforting mind break, maybe you can consider quitting therapy.

“I’m starting to believe you only want to undress me so you can put me on your face.” As your eyes gaze up at the ceiling, Leon wastes no time opening you up with the tip of his nose. His tongue licks a slow and gentle stripe within the folds of your heat. As his tongue laps upward, he latches onto your clit, working his tongue and kisses on it.

You can feel his soft lips against you, and his shoulders lifting your legs while he adjusts his posture. “How’d you guess,” he quizzes in a sneering tone. Leon understands his touch is all too gentle with you; playful and is intended to soothe you.

“Leon,” you whisper out, grabbing his attention. Even while catering to you he’s still being a little shit.

“Shh, I’m being a good boyfriend.”

He’s supposed to be undressing you, but you could take this as well.

[rubeau-art]

And they’re all done! Thank you all for your suggestions, these were really fun to do!

[Y’all still so horny for Jax I see]

[elianasclt]

Y en mi alma siempre supe que eras tú mi gran amor. <3

[birdie-is-also-a-magical-alien]

So I’ve started playing Resident Evil 4…..

[t4tbedehopmar]

yipeeee i'm back :D

[citrine444]

abril valdivia threads ⋅ ˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

[leeksoupforstardew]

I made the ultimate tierlist for the characters spice tolerance (minus leon and birdie)

[idyllcy]

city night - nightwing! leon kennedy x reader || (inspo by lavamars)

Raccoon City is... dark. The corruption ran deep in the bones of the city across the entirety of the law, and it wasn't safe to go out at night. So, the introduction of vigilantes to the city wasn't surprising, but what was surprising was the appearance of a certain blue vigilante, domino mask covering his eyes, hair unmistakably someone you see often.

"Hey, little bird." Nightwing!Leon makes a spectacle of visiting you at night, takeout in hand or pizza steaming hot. "Nightwing's nightly delivery at your service."

"You're so funny, birdie." You press a kiss to his jaw as you accept the plastic bag. "What's on the menu tonight?"

"Wings."

"You don't feel bad for killing distant cousins all to satisfy my late night cravings?"

You can feel him rolling his eyes at you despite the white of his mask.

"I have to get back to patrol." He brushes his thumb across your bottom lip, lips pressed to cheekbone as he hums. "I'll see you in a bit."

"Stay safe, birdie." You hum. "Don't come back with too many bruises."

"Of course." He launches his hook. "Only for you."

and the darkness of Raccoon City returns, this time, a little brighter from your beloved birdie.

[viperrot]

⇁slasher season | leon kennedy | pt. 1

re4 remake ghostface!leon kennedy x fem!reader NSFW 18+

MINORS DNI: BEWARE OF THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME.

a few days have passed since you gave leon permission to be a lil creeper. the stage is set, and you thought you were ready, but you couldn’t have been more wrong.

series content warnings: porn with little plot, cnc/dubcon, depictions of chase, stalking, knifeplay, size difference, and possibly more to be added

content contains: stalking, verbal and physical threats (threatens to unalive you), knifeplay, oral (fem-receiving), p in v, cnc, leon is trying to be mean, size difference, voyeurism, masturabation, degradation (use of “slut” and “bitch”), cervix kissing, unprotected sex, implied aftercare

not proofread i am going beddie bye time

????words

song rec: “voulez-vous” by johnny goth

i’m back from the grave. also 300+ FOLLOWS WHAT WHAT I LOVE YOU BIRDIES SO MUCH!! IM SO SORRY I WAS GONE FOR SO LONG T^T IVE HAD A HORRIBLE SUMMER BREAK.

You always felt a sense of shame when you tell your classmates that you don’t work often. At minimum, you work twelves hours a week, and it isn’t for college but more for yourself. It was hard to admit you hail from a well-off family, your rich aunties and uncles all pitching in for your college funding and your quaint apartment, so you never talked about your riches with your friends no matter how close, not wanting to make them feel less-than in anyway.

Time and time again, you’ve offered Leon help with his tuition and summer-class prices, and he always denied it, saying something gruff and mildly misogynistic like, “I don’t need a lady’s money” with a dumb expression. Instead of arguing, you put your extra coffee-shop money into food, clothes, and other gifts for your dear boyfriend, who works far more than you do.

And work means he’s not always around.

In the summer, he’s kicking around in a pool with a handful of little ones, teaching them how to swim “like a better Michael Phelps” as he’d stay at the pool for nearly twelve hours a day. When pool season is over, he's working at the bakery near downtown part-time or focusing on school. Despite the busy schedule year-round, Leon always found time for you, never passing an opportunity to snuggle in the nearly eight months of you dating.

You lazed away on your bed, the summer heat missing as a result of your precious air-con working its ass off in this weather. The bedroom was lit only by the afternoon sun which sparkled in from your balcony a few feet away from your queen-sized bed. You watched the clothes you hung up to dry sway in the gentle breeze as you laid on your side, hands tucked beneath your head as you dozed off.

Rrrrring! Rrrrring!

The sound of your phone going off catches you off guard, the call practically vibrating your entire bed. You sigh heavily and snatch the device from the cotton abyss of your duvet, the screen's brightness slightly stinging your corneas as you squint at it confused.

"Unknown Caller?" You mumble, trying to think of anyone that could be calling you at this time. "Maybe its something about college..." You swipe the screen to the right with your thumb, sitting up and bringing the phone to your ear.

"Hello?" You greet questioningly, eyebrows furrowing together as your free hand comes down to fiddle with the hem of your oversized jumper.

"Hello?" A man's voice responds, deep with a slight rasp. Your confusion worsens.

"Can I help you...?"

"Who is this?"

"(Y/n) (L/n)," you respond curtly. "What do you need?"

"I don't know," they reply. Your lips tug into a slight frown.

"I think you have the wrong number, then. Have a good day!" With a feigned happiness, you quickly ended the phone call and slumped back down into your bed, the springs creaking as your weight pressed into the plush mattress. Your eyes begin to droop once more, breathing slow as you succumb to sleep.

Until the phone rings again.

You grunt and claw around for your cellular device once more, checking the screen to see it was from the same unknown caller. Your eyebrows knit together. Who is this?

“Hello..?”

“Hang up one more time, and I’ll fuckin’ slit your throat,” the mysterious man threatens, his words voiced through gritted teeth and a clenched throat. At that moment, everything clicks.

It’s Leon, your sweet and harmless boyfriend. Leon Scott Kennedy, a man who’s like a giant puppy, is threatening to kill you.

Your mouth grows dry as you ponder on what to say, eyes wide as your hand grips the phone to your ear tightly.

“I-I’m sorry…” You stammer, somehow terrified despite knowing exactly who was on the other end of the line.

“Aww, it’s okay, sweetheart…” you can hear the slight apologetic tone through Leon’s voice changer, and it makes your heart flutter ever so slightly. Even so, he continues this cruel act of his. “I’ll spare you—for now, at least. How about you tell me a little about yourself, hm?” His honeyed voice made your thighs clench together.

“W-what do you… want to know…?” You swallow dryly, tongue pushing out to lick your chapped lips. You hear Leon hum in thought, and you can’t help but imagine him tapping his index finger against his chin.

“Mmm… you gotta boyfriend?” He coos.

“Y-yeah. He’s uhm… very sweet,” you respond shakily, breath hitching in your throat. “I-I’m waiting for him to come home n-n-now, actually!” you hear Leon chuckle at this.

“Really now? Is he making you wait long?” you notice a bit of background noise come through as he speaks, like foliage rustling in the wind. You make a noise signifying your agreement.

“A little, yeah… he works a lot, but I try not to make a big deal out of it,” you clear your throat.

“He leaves a pretty thing like you alone? How cruel,” the “stranger” notes, a teasing tone dripping from his tongue. “A girl with a body like that, I’d do anything in my power to be with you all the time, sweetheart,” your heart beats against your ribcage as you try to figure out what to say.

“How do you know what I look like?!” you sputter out, hoping he can’t somehow hear your blush through the phone. Leon lets out a soft snicker.

“You tend to leave your curtains drawn, bug,” you nearly laugh at his small slip-up, and you’re sure that he realized it too. Even then, you fake your distress, jumping out of your bed in a flurry to stumble into the living room of your quaint apartment. It was true—your curtains were pulled back to let in the golden light of the setting sun, blinds drawn up completely. You fumble with the strings and fabric, nearly falling as you shoo away the natural light from your home.

“You creep! I’ll call the cops-“

“And what? You think they’ll find me?”

“Th-they’ll keep watch of my neighbourhood, an-and-“

“Well, let’s hope they can keep watch of your actual apartment, cuz I’m already here, sweetheart,” Leon’s smirk is evident in his voice, and before you can say anything in rebuttal, you hear a door slide open with a heavy thud coming from your room. Your heart skips a beat as you stumble backwards slightly, nearly dropping your phone in the process.

“Th-this isn’t fucking funny!” You yelp, oddly afraid.

“‘Not funny’? Baby, I never said this was a comedy show,” he chuckles. “You gunna call the cops now? They won’t get here on time, and you know that,” you supposed he could hear you fumbling with your phone, getting ready to dial the police department. Shakily, you begin to bound towards your bedroom, pushing the door open with your hip seeing as it was slightly open. The door to the balcony was wide open, the breeze that dried your hung clothes blowing in gently and causing your curtains to billow in the wind. Apart from the soft drawl of the summer currents, the room was deathly silently. You stood in front of your bed, legs threatening to give out beneath you as your eyes scanned every corner of your room.

“I-I’m not afraid of you!” you call out, phone about to break under the force of your grip.

“Not afraid, huh? We’ll see about that,” the line cuts, and you realize the call has ended. You feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and yet you’re completely unaware of the presence behind you. Suddenly, a hand presses against your mouth to muffle you as the other wraps under your arm to detain you, a sharp edge pressing into your throat which bobbed in discomfort. Your yelp is bitten back as you teeth at the leather against your lips, trying to bite the hand that kept your pressed against the strangers body. Your eyes as wide as dimes, you decide not to struggle against your attacker, fearing that the blade will slit your throat as he has promised only a few minutes ago.

“You seem pretty scared now, bunny,” he whispers, a shiver running down your spine as a result. His voice is muffled by something, and you realize he’s wearing a flimsy white mask of the iconic Ghostface. “You should be more aware of your surroundings, baby. Otherwise, you’ll find big scary men like me sneakin’ around,” the man digs the blade a little deeper, and you’re thankful that the knife is a bit dull—had it been a sharper blade, you would be bleeding by now.

“You’re shaking, sweetheart… calm down for me. I don’t wanna- ruin this pretty little body of yours,” you can tell he nearly breaks character, his softer side trying to fight for control, but he continues his aggressive front. Your body is practically pudding in his muscular arms, knees nearly giving out beneath you. Your cries are stifled by his gloved fingers as he begins to drag the Buck 120 knife down the length of your neck and against your collarbones. Your attacker pays no mind to the weak punches you throw against his side, barely faltering at the contact and simply holds you tighter against his toned chest.

“So fuckin’ pretty, bunny,” he whispers, admiring the glint of his weapon against your skin. “All for me, too~ You know how crazy it drives me seeing you change in front of that damn balcony door? Sometimes I think you’re begging for me to see this slutty body all the time,” the vulgar languages catches you by surprise, but it quickly leaves when you feel the knife catch between a button of your Leon’s shirt. It tugs upward and snags the thread, popping open the shirt one button at a time, exposing your breasts and baby blue panties to him. He lets out a low laugh, vibrating from his chest.

“My favourite colour, too? Baby, were you expecting me?” His hand drops from your mouth, allowing you to breathe evenly. His free hand immediately finds your breast and gives it a tight squeeze, pinching the perky little bud harshly. “Of course whores like you would welcome a guy like me, hm? You like this, sweetheart?”

“Y-you’re sick…!” you cry, moaning slightly at the pain he inflicted onto your sensitive chest. You feel the blunt end of the knife’s handle push just above your v-line, harsh and brutal as it digs into your body.

“Don’t fuckin’ act innocent with me,” the masked man hisses. “I know exactly what girls like you want—you put up this sweet act around your friends at school so they don’t know you like getting fucked like a toy.”

“Th-that isn’t tru-“ before you finish your sentence, he slams your body into the bed, front pressed into the plush duvet. He leaves his knife laying next to you, taking one hand to keep both of yours behind your back while his other reaches down to paw at the gusset of your underwear.

“‘Not true’? Then explain why it’s practically dripping down here,” the slick gathers on the black leather of his gloves, and you whine as his fingers press against your clothed slit. “Admit it—tell me you love to be used like a little fleshlight,” his voice is rough beneath his mask, and you try to look at him over your shoulder as you struggle against his tight grip. You take note of his outfit consisting of black cargos, an ebony, long-sleeved compression shirt, his leather gloves, and the mask. Its inky black eyes stared back at you as you wiggled beneath him.

“I-I’m not…! I don’t like being-“ you gasp when you feel a sudden intrusion, rendering you speechless. Slick, leathered fingers force their way between your folds and into your hole, scissoring slightly in attempt to stretch you open. He hisses at the feeling of your walls squeezing against his middle and ring finger.

“Christ—Bunny, does your boyfriend not fuck you hard enough? I swear-“ his breathing grows heavy as he thrusts his fingers in and out of your cunt. “You’re tighter than a virgin-“ your thighs clench against his hand as you babble for him to stop.

“P-please… st-stop touching mme,” you hiccup, trying your best to hate the fluttering feeling he was giving you. The man’s fingers curl against your inner walls, pressing deeper and harder into your most pleasurable spots.

“Aww, you want me to stop? But why? You look like you’re having so much fun, baby~” His grip around your wrists grow tighter as he begins to thrust his fingers a little faster. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes as you moan at the pleasure. The knot in your stomach begins to tighten you grow closer to your release, the wet sound of your arousal echoing through your room. Just as you feel as though you’ll explode, the man pulls his fingers out completely, leaving you breathless.

“N-no, please!” you cry, squirming beneath him. He makes no sound, instead releasing your arms and flipping you to lay on your back. You watch him get on his knees before grabbing the discarded blade next to you, making quick work of your delicate pair of lace panties. The fabrics tears as he pulls the knife through it, throwing the bits of it to the floor as well as his blade before pulling up his mask. It drops to the ground, too, laying next to the tattered blue fabric before he looks up at you between your legs. Your boyfriend’s attacker’s hands grip the fat of your thighs tight as he gives you a coy smirk.

“What was that, bunny? ‘Yes, please’? Well, don’t mind if I do,” Leon licks his slightly chapped lips before dipping his head down, blonde hair shielding his eyes as his tongue presses against your sensitive clit. Your fingers tangle into his thin tresses of hair, eyes rolling back as you feel his tongue bully itself into your pussy. Leon grunts when your thighs squeeze his head, only urging him to tongue-fuck you deeper.

“St-stop it-“

“You keep telling me to stop, yet you keep pressing your pussy into my mouth like you’re forcing me to eat it,” he says, mumbling onto your cunt casually. “I should punish you for lying to me, but I’m feeling generous tonight. Just take this like a good little bitch and we won’t have any problems.”

Leon continues his work on you, his skilled tongue having its way inside of your tight little hole as his thumb presses against your clit. You beg for him to stop, trying to push his head out from between your thighs, but he makes no effort of moving, continuing his assault on your poor pussy. He devoured you like it was his first meal in weeks, drinking up every drop of your slick like he wouldn’t eat ever again. You grew embarrassed at the sound of your moans mixing with the wet squelches of your juices. Leon could only laugh as he takes quick peeks at your dazed expression, lapping up at the arousal that practically leaked out of your body. Before you could cum, he pulls back, forcing himself out from between your thighs.

“How ‘bout we get to the good part,” the blonde smirks, picking up his Buck 120 before standing at his full height. You watch him unbuckle his belt, the gentle clanging of metal reaching your ears as he then reaches to unzip his cargo pants. Your body stiffens as you take in the sight of his bulge, threatening to burst from the confines of his black cotton briefs.

“N-no way—you c-cant-!”

“Can’t what? I can’t fuck you?” his brow quirks up.

“M-my boyfriend’ll-“ He rolls his blue eyes, annoyed at the mentioning of himself your partner.

“Fine, we’ll play it your way, bunny,” he shakes his head, picking up one of your legs with his free hand. “Don’t squirm, got it? You may be acting like a bitch right now, but I really don’t wanna nick you, sweetheart,” he grunts, setting your knee over his shoulder. You lay there, wondering what he’s planning, and your eyes widen when you see him hold the knife by its blade, the shiny silver in the palm of his gloved hand as he positions the hilt just before the entrance of your cunt.

“W-wait- don’t-“ Leon pays no mind to your pleas, pressing the blunt handle into your pussy. You clench and cry out, the cold material surprising you as well as the sudden stretch. He clicks his tongue is disproval as you whimper beneath him, thrusting the handle in and out of you.

“You’re so fuckin’ worried about your boyfriend, sweetheart. Why can’t you just admit he can’t fuck you right?” Leon fakes his concern. “You know you love this—You just don’t wanna admit that your stalker’s foreplay is better than your own boyfriend’s dick.”

“S-s’not true! Nngh, it’s nn-not truue~!” you claw at the hand that was squeezing your thigh, silently begging for Leon to stop. Even then, your body betrayed you. Your cunt spasmed around the smooth handle, giving Leon a bit of a struggle as he continued to thrust the weapon in and out of you.

“What a fuckin’ slut…” he smirks. “You keep saying you don’t want this, but your pussy is so goddamn wet,” he pulls the handle out of you, and you cry, babbling for him to put it back in. He only chuckles lowly before taking his cock out of the confines of his underwear. It springs out at a nice six inches, thick and cut with a vein trailing up the side. The Buck 120 is left to be forgotten once more.

“You’re taking this—whether you like it or not,” Leon takes your other leg and throws it over his free shoulder before dragging the head of his cock against your wet slit. Your hands pathetically reach for him.

“P-please…” you hiccup. Leon hums, a teasing expression painting his face.

“What’s that, bunny? Oh, you wanna be fucked like a bitch in heat? Well, if you insist…” with a sudden force, he shoves himself into you with one smooth thrust, splitting you open with ease. You cry out, the back of your head craning into the mattress as you begged for your stalker to pull out.

“O-out~! P-please, nno more~!” you sob, tears flowing from your eyes as he pulls out enough to just leave the tip in. With a grunt, his hips slam back into yours, the full length of him back inside of your tight cunt. Leon lets out a slight moan as he begins to jackhammer himself into you, seemingly not having a care in the world for your comfort as he grips onto your hips and folds you in half onto the bed.

“So tight, baby- fuck! This pussy was made for me,” Leon’s eyes squeeze shut as he fucks into you, relishing in the feeling of your cunt squeezing around his thick cock. “You love this, I fuckin’ know you do. You love being my free-use slut, bunny—tell me you love it when I fuck you like my personal- toy!” he chokes on his words, clearly lost in the pleasure.

“L-love it so much~! M-mmore, more pl-plleaase~” you babble, fingers threading into the man’s hair. Your noses graze each as he bucks up further into you.

“Drives me fuckin’ crazy watching you from your damn balcony, sweetheart,” Leon pants, beginning to break his persona. “Watching you hump your pillows, moaning my name—I couldn’t keep waiting. I was pl-planning- f-fuck, you’re so tight, baby-! Trying to…! To creep on you for a week, b-but you’re just so gorgeous…!” His hands grip harder on your hips, bruising them as he pounds his cock harder and harder into your abused cunt.

“You looked so desperate trying to fuck that stupid pillow of yours—I can’t tell you how much I wanted to just jump into your room and take you then and there, bunny,” his breath tickles against your lips as he speaks, and you can only moan and squirm in response, barely able to form words with how good he made you felt. Your fingers weakly tug at the base of his hair as his hips roll into you, and you swear you can feel the head of his cock trying to push past your poor cervix.

“L-Leon-!” You cry, your legs applying pressure to either side of his head as you feel the knot in the pit of your belly begin to unravel. Leon’s grip on your sides becomes rougher, bruises blossoming in deep purples and reds against your skinz

“Cum for me, bunny—please…!” your lover drops the harsh act, fully embracing his typical nature of sweet boyfriend despite his white-knuckled grip on you. A near-scream erupts from your throat as you finally release, your cunt spasming around Leon’s cock. With gritted teeth, he pulls out and releases onto your stomach, the sticky substance staining the wrinkled white button-up and the soft skin of your belly.

Heavy, hot pants filled the room as you and Leon took a moment to pull yourselves together, his lips pressing soft kisses onto your calves and ankle as he gently leaned back to remove you from your folded state.

“You alright, bug? I-“ he gulps, catching his breath. “I didn’t get too rough, did I?” the worry is apparent in Leon’s voice as his gentle blue orbs gaze into yours. You feel his hands gently caress the bruises he left on your skin.

“M’okay, Lee,” you assure him, chest heaving up and down. You watch his eyes trail down to admire the mess he made on your stomach.

“You look good like this,” the blonde comments, picking up a little glob of his seed between gloved fingers. “We should do this more often, bunny,” he teases, pulling away from you and allowing your legs to fall limp. You were about to protest until Leon moved to pick you up bridal style, carrying you towards the bathroom that was just outside in the hall.

“Let’s get cleaned up, though. I’ve got a feeling you’re ready for a good sleep and some cuddling, yeah?” Leon coos, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You can only hum in agreement, nuzzling your face into his neck as he carries you to the tub.

hi. lol. idk how i’m still alive. i’m being worked to the bone. i hope everyone is well.

[thebunnybutts]

When ur partner knows u so well that they link u a pic of lingerie on twitter and say "You should draw Leon in this :p" 🩷✨️

Edit: My v good buddy Birdy did a LOVELY piece of Wesker in a black version of this lingerie! If you haven't seen it, check it out!!!

[leonbirdi]

#109 Fra 0-100 som ny sælger - med special guest David Birdi

  I denne episode har jeg tilladt mig at invitere min sælgende søn, David. Han er nemlig i en situation, som er relevant for mange sælgere: Han starter nemlig fra nul.

Eller rettere: Han startede fra nul for et år siden. Og det betyder på godt dansk at:

Han havde nul kunder.

Han havde nul salgserfaring.

Han havde nul viden om at tale værdi.

Han havde nul viden om at undgå at tale pris.

Han havde nul aktivitet på Linkedin.

Han havde nul netværk.

Dermed er - eller var - hans situation den samme som dig der skifter fra at være fx produktspicialist til at være sælger.

Eller dig der skifter firma for at starte en karriere som sælger.

Eller dig der skifter distrikt og skal bygge et ny op - bortset fra at du selvfølgelig har erfaring og evt. netværk.

Eller dig der er selvstændig og skal ud at hente omsætning.

Hvad kan jeg så lære?

Du kan lære - og få inspiration til at komme igang. Uanset om du er 19 eller 29, 39 eller ældre. Du kan lære at starte fra nul - og alligevel få succes med salget på forholdsvis kort tid.

Hør bla. om:

Hvordan David har arbejdet med social selling på Linkedin - og hvordan han har fået de første kunder.

Hvordan han har valgt en enkel og effektiv Linkedin-strategi.

Hvorfor han valgte at lave videoer frem for fx artikler eller podcast.

Hvordan hans videoer er struktureret, så de tiltrækker de rette kunder.

Hvorfor det er effektivt altid at fortælle alle, at han arbejder med webdesign.

Hvordan David kommunikerer bundlinje og bedre konvertering i stedet for at tale om en flot hjemmeside.

Få også vigtig og brugbar viden om, hvordan David bruger SKO-modellen - og hvordan han har lært at bruge den på kort tid - hør denne episode, hvis du ikke kender den vigtige SKO-model.

Endelig kan du høre lidt om pris og værdi:

Sådan taler han udbytte og ikke pris.

At sælge projekter frem for timer.

Balancen mellem at være tilbagelænet og pushy.

Motivation - om at stole på matematikken og blive ved med at være aktiv på de sociale medier.

Tak fordi du lytter med - jeg håber at du dels får inspiration til at optimere dit eget salg og måske får et indblik i hvordan en ung selvstændig arbejder med et fag, som han ikke har lært er svært :-)

Mød David på Linkedin eller besøg hans website på http://birdidesign.dk

      Se her! Gratis salgstips...

[keikiri-kitten]

oh okay mrs kennedy i see you OLDER LEON AS THE FUCKING PANTIES THIEF????? HELL YESSSSS i read your tags when you rebloged my post and now I CAN'T STIP THINKING ABOUT HIM, HE'S PLAGUING MY MIND

@angelscoda MY LOVE— I MIGHT JUST MAKE A STAND ALONE POST THIS BUT I HAVE TO FANGIRL WITH YOU.

Leon x reader, rookie!reader, panty thievery, he steals them off you

Like??? It’s you being a rookie and having infinite darkness Leon — MAYBE EVEN VENDETTA LEON as a mentor of sorts. He’s too shy to tell you he likes you but his seniority has you following behind him like a lost little puppy. The slight bond you forced upon him gets to his head. He would have never asked to do anything outside of work with you— it’s unprofessional. However, he at least likes you enough to ask to go grab drinks this one time. If you can handle your liquor, you’re cool enough in his mind. Sadly, you cannot. Which leads Leon to becoming your designated driver. You’re slurring your words, stumbling as you walk… it’s a mess. Leon’s just pissed that he couldn’t finish his third glass. But what’s a good mentor if he can’t take care of you? It’s his job to keep you safe, so if taking you home is apart of that role, he’d do it. Though, he would like a reward for being so kind. He helps you inside after taking the keys from you and slipping off your shoes before guiding you to your bedroom. IMAGINE HE CONTINUES TO STEAL YOUR PANTIES AT ANY OPPORTUNITY BECAUSE HE SEES IT AS A REWARD FOR BEING GOOD TO YOU 😭. You’re a giggling mess, lolling your head into his chest with every few steps. He carefully rests you on your bed, sitting down besides you. He’s getting too old for this. You’re babbling off about work and honestly, the rambling is endearing. It doesn’t take that long for you to doze off, sprawled out on your bed.

That’s when it starts. The hunt.

He gets off of your bed slowly to make sure he doesn’t wake you. Suddenly Leon is searching through every drawer to find something he can take as a thank you. That’s when he finds your underwear drawer. A skimpy blue lace thong catches his eye. He yanks it out and slips it in his pocket to cherish when he gets home. As he was about to make it out of the door to head home, another idea popped into his mind. His head hangs low at the scummy thought but he doesn’t stop his legs from approaching you once again. He’s shameless when he slowly creeps his hands under your skirt to take the panties you were wearing off with him <333

[maxwapan]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁✰ With Leon and hybrid! reader…

As much as I love a good Leon and hybrid! reader fic… there needs to be more variety! Puppies are cute and so are bunnies and kitties, but what about birds? Or deer? Fish?

Warnings?: None! Purely SFW, fluffy content.

Note:(These are all my hc’s and ideas on those specific hybrid mixes, sorta just random lol).

With Bird Hybrid! Reader…

Like, imagine Leon with a bird hybrid. He’d be absolutely mesmerized with your pretty wings. They could be a pretty brown, like a finches. Or a colorful rainbow, like a Scarlet Macaw’s.

Of course, there would be feathers everywhere. On the bed, the couch, the floor… but Leon doesn’t mind. Not one bit. In fact, he’d collect them all, keep them safe in a jar or in a drawer. All those feathers are precious to him, because they were once a part of you.

Though the cleanup certainly does take a while. And it mayyy occasionally have him huffing to himself.

you’d wake him up with your pretty chirps, the sound reaching his ears like a sweet bell. The soft, excited flapping of your wings send a light breeze, eliciting goosebumps to emerge on his skin. Such a great thing to wake up to, really. Even if he’s a little grumpy at times.

Even if it comes with the occasional grumbled: “Jeez, if I wanted a morning rooster i’d get one…”

Did I mention he loves your wings? He loves your wings. And you do too. You take great care of them. The hybrid center provides preening help; due to a lack of a beak, you have to use specialized items from the center. Such as specific oils and moisturizers, (and Leon helps on occasion too when he can! Just a simple pinch and twist and a pin feather is out whenever you go through a molt).

Having to research birds in general before retrieving you from the center, Leon had already picked up on a lot of your behavior. Your feathers fluff up on a particularly cold day? He’s immediately by your side trying to warm you up. Your pupils dilate upon seeing something interesting? He points it out and brings you closer.

Though of course, those behaviors could come from negative causes as well. Such as seeing something distressing or hearing something loud. Leon soothes you as best as he can, cooing reassurances and comforting words.

“Hey, birdie. Look at me. S’okay, yeah? Just focus on me. I got you.”

With Deer Hybrid! Reader…

I’d like to imagine that instead of retrieving you from the center, he’d find you in a forest. It’s a few days into winter and theres a light fluff of snow coating everything: the trees, the grass, and you.

He’s on his way back home from a mission, but due to how far he is he decides to stay at a cabin for the night. The sight is pretty, and despite the cold, it’s cozy.

Though, just as he’s bringing his things in, something catches his eye. It’s you, standing a few feet away, curiously mesmerized by the pretty light emitting from the cabin’s interior.

Your antlers (if masc) stand tall and proud, covered in a light layer of snow.

(If fem) Your pretty ears flicker lightly, the slow falling snow landing on them and painting them white.

Leon’s completely entranced. From your doe eyes to the tail attached to you, a light brown with a pearly white underneath. He’s heard of hybrids before, but only the typical ones. You, you’re different.

And he has to have you. So he spends several days at that cabin, more than he’d admit. Forgetting about his original goal to head home, he makes a new one.

Throughout those days, he leaves food. Attempting to coax you closer, just enough to see the pretty fur on your ears and tail. You’re so skittish, so easily spooked away. And at times it gets frustrating, but he pushes through.

Because he needs you. and he will get you. Besides, he kinda has that hunter mentality at times, doesn’t he?

(I can’t decide on if a deer hybrid would have a satyr-like appearance, since with just the ears and tail it gets boring. So, for the time being i’m going with that!)

With Fish Hybrid! Reader…

With hybrid centers, I like to think that there’s different ones that cater to whatever specific type of hybrids they have under their care.

So for aquatic hybrids, they’d have a more aquarium built center.

And when you piqué Leon’s interest, he immediately looks into proper care for aquatics online.

Oh boy, that’s a lot of money.

Not a big deal for an agent like him. So, he buys the best of the best. Though, that involves some renovations to his place of stay. After all, you need a huge tank, and lots of water.

not to mention filters and tank decorations… it’s a whole process, alright?

However, once you’re moved in— Leon finds himself rather frustrated. He’s completely hypnotized by the way you move underwater, the ethereal blue glow making the scales of your tail gain an iridescent glow. But, he can’t really touch you, now can he?

He needs air to breath, and you can’t stay out of water.

But that doesn’t stop him. Because even if his heart flutters just by seeing you, he needs more. Pressing his palm against the glass of your huge tank isn’t enough. Besides, he can swim, right?

Well, not frequently. But with you in his life, swimming has become a part of it too. Constantly, he finds himself in your tank until his skin starts to prune. Only then will he get out.

In the water, he doesn’t hesitate on touching you. His fingertips glide against your scales, feeling the smooth center of the hard shells all the way to the sharp edges. It never fails to send pleasant shivers down his spine.

“Pretty,” he’d comment in a soft murmur, eyes slowly tracing over the outline of every cycloid scale.

What type of fish are you? A multicolored Koi? A sunny goldfish? Or maybe a neon Beta? It doesn’t matter, whatever you are; Leon is absolutely smitten.

The water may be cold, but somehow, you manage to warm him up every time. He’s careful not to damage your delicate fins whenever he embraces you with his arms. He wishes he could hold you forever, wishes the elements weren’t so cruel in this case.

But for now, he’s content with what he has. For you, it’s all worth it.

(Essentially, reader’s appearance is that of a mermaid’s. But, I didn’t wanna consider it mermaid exactly cause, there’s like so much pretty fish with different forms and shapes. That’s more interesting to me than a typical mermaid, iykwim LOL).

I had to research so much y’all omg.

ANYWAYS, these were my little random ass ideas on those specific hybrid types. Most of it was bad building BUT I tried my best so. I hope you liked reading!

[whatsjulietslastname]

artists and bands i actually think Chloe, Max and Rachel would listen to (because taylor swift is NOT the only singer to exist) :

Chloe

R.E.M.

Green Day

Daughter

Radiohead

The Runaways

Pixies

Joanna Gruesome

Joan Jett & the Blackhearts

Weezer

Paramore

Max

girl in red

Hozier

Mitski

Birdy

The Paper Kites

Novo Amor

Bon Iver

Ben Howard

Lord Huron

Phoebe Bridgers

Rachel

Daughter

Kings of Leon

Cigarettes After Sex

The Neighborhood

Sonic Youth

Wolf Alice

Hozier

Lana Del Rey (disclaimer: i don’t support this woman and what she’s done but i do think her music suits Rachel’s vibe)

boygenius

Frank Ocean

[nica-my-beloved]

Villains watching TV with their Kids and Goddess Sunny Leone's Ad shows up!

Characters involved: Liam, Alfons, Jude, Ring

I did something stupid again. This is just lighthearted comedy!

Liam

*Liam & daughter watching TV and the AD plays*

Liam: "Ahhhh!!! I forgot! Kate warned me to close your eyes when this happens!"*quickly covers his daughter's eyes*

Daughter: "Hey! Hey! Daddy+ I can't see anything!"

Liam: "Sorry. But I can't go against your mom!"

Daughter: "Then you should also cover your eyes daddy! You shouldn't check-up (check-out) other woman." *covers Liam's eyes*

Liam: "Ah! You're right! I can't let my eyes see another woman other than Kate!"

*Harrison who walks by, sees Liam and his daughter watching TV while covering each other's eyes*

Harrison: "Just what in the world are these two idiots doing?"

Alfons

Alfons: "Chocolate."

Son: "No dad. Vanilla!"

Alfons: "Hmm....how about strawberry? I'm sure she will like it."

Son: "How are you so sure!?"

Alfons: "Fufu..."

Kate: "What are you guys talking about?" *goes to switch off the tv*

Kate: "What flavors are you talking about?" *side-eyes Alfons*

Son: "Ice cream!"

Kate: "Ice....cream?"

Son: "Mm! Daddy wants to buy ice cream for us."

Kate: "Oh...Ohhh...Ice cream, huh?"

Alfons: "Looks like your mom was excited for something else."

Kate: "Absolutely not!"

Alfons: "Maybe I should buy her a strawberry flavored----"

Kate: "No!"

Son: "Hm?"

Kate: "Ice cream is not good for your health. Go back to your room!"

Son: "Aww...mommy..." *walks back to his room sadly*

Alfons: "Honey...I know something that is good for OUR health..."

Kate: *punches Alfons while being embarrassed*

Jude (With his daughter Briar)

Jude: *reading a book*

Briar: *switching between channels and suddenly plays a Sunny Leone Ad*

Jude: "Hey Birdie. Go get me water."

Briar: *sighs.....gets up and goes to the kitchen*

Jude: *immediately changed the channel to some family friendly show and goes back to reading his book, pretending like nothing happen*

Briar: "Here..." *placed the glass of water on the teapoy*

*suddenly another Sunny Leone ad starts*

Jude: "Birdie. Go get my salad."

Briar: "Why now!?"

Jude: "Go!"

Briar: *sighs....and leaves again*

Jude: *picks up a remote and changes the channel again*

*another Sunny Leone Ad*

*clicks*

*another Sunny Leone Ad*

*clicks*

*another Sunny Leone Ad*

*clicks*

*another one!*

Jude: *click click click* "fuck fuck fuck!!"

Briar: "Judy.."

Jude: "Argh"

Briar: "I see now.....you wanna see these ads alone when Mommy is not here, huh? I'm gonna tell her now!! Mommyyyy!!! Daddy is watching nakey woman!!"

Jude: "Hey! Get the fuck back here!!!"

Ring

Ring: *switches between channels and suddenly sees Sunny Leone in a bikini Ad*

Ring: *eyes go wide and cheeks go red*

Ring: *intently watches the AD without blinking*

Daughter: "Shhh...Mommy look" *his daughter points at her dad through the gap of the door*

Kate: *gasps*

Kate: "RING!!"

Ring: "Ah!"*comes back to reality and drops the remote*

Daughter: "Hahaha! Daddy is caught! Daddy is caught!" *jumps up and down*

Ring: "Kate...it's not what you think..."*his face goes completely red*

Ring: (Oh man...I can't tell her I was imagining Kate in a bikini)