Im Going Insane - Blog Posts
Ilysm isabel larosa but all your music sound the exact same now, the beat, the vocals, everything... 🙏😭
how i'm getting though college and waking up at 5:30 am for my baking labs
strange white man pls giveme a chance
i watched the holdovers and its tough out here ive watched it five fucking times this week
Chongqiu should kiss or something idk
Guys idk if I’m just a bit delulu right now or if it’s actually happening but? Why are all of the analysis posts actually kind of making me believe that Togachako and BakuDeku have a chance of being canon????????
i used to think ill never let myself be like my mom, look at me now
too young to know it gets better - taylor
girls when nothing gets better
Me when I see some certain silli men: pstpstpst come here silli men pstpstpstpst come heeeeeere pstpstpstpst come get your skrumpets
STOP STOP STOP WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS SO CUTE IM SCREAMING AND CRYING AND THROWING UP RN IM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES
Headcanon time!
When Jessie and Delia aren't cuddling, they usually sleep like this. Jessie's used to sleeping small and sharing space with other people (squishing on tiny beds or park benches with James and Meowth) so she drifts to the edge of the bed and curls up. Delia on the other hand hasn't shared a bed with anyone in years and takes up a lot of space and is a cover hog (good thing Jessie handles being cold well). Delia's love language is physical touch so she tends to follow Jessie wherever she is on the bed just so she can feel her there. This usually leads to Delia having way too much room on her side
isagi + rin both get bricked up when you put like a lollipop or candy you were sucking on into their mouth. especially if you tell them to open up and then close their jaw all soft
I knew the song was coming but it still hit like a flash-bang when I heard Heat Waves start playing
Sonic Wizard of OZ AU master post
Original
Toto in the AU
Sonics tattoo
How could sonic come to this?
Sonic and shadows designs
Tails “mission”
Barry the Quokka
Childhood
How Tails met the others
What did shadow do?
Rouges backstory
Recognise his friends back home
Wicked witch of the East / Starline
Sonic and tails design doodle
Maria and shadow
“Why doesn’t sonic recognise tails?”
“Will sonic ever recognise Tails?”
Maria and Ozma
IDW covers
Tangle and Whisper
LISTEN I KNOW IM A HOT SINGLE DILF BUT GOOD GOD I AM NOT LOOKING FOR HOT SINGLE MILFS IN MY AREA
Playing Dangerous
Leon Kennedy x Female Reader
Warnings: Language, smut, p in v (18 and up)
Inspired by this
“Fucking dick!” you shouted, staring at the video, “Fucking asshole!”
You were lounging in your lace (very see-through) nightgown at your boyfriend’s, ex-boyfriend’s, mansion when you saw the secretive video. He was away on a business trip and you were finally off the road from touring. The two of you haven’t seen each other in months, due to your music career and his company being the CEO.
But that didn’t get in the way of your love, at least that’s what you thought. The long phone calls where you would talk for hours and then the calls where you did more than talk, meant nothing to him. All the flowers he sent before each show were there, filling your dressing room with its sickly sweet scent. You should’ve known it was going downhill when he brought his assistant to your lunch date, and you should’ve known something was off from the way she lazily regarded you, how she sat next to him. She walked in a manner as if he were hers. Perhaps at that time, he probably was. Every time you called him from halfway across the country, she was there in bed with him, or sucking him off as he called you his “little singer”.
You throw your phone, staring at the ceiling through blurred eyes, angry that you’re hurting after ignoring the signs. He’s supposed to be coming home late tonight, going to the office to look over some paperwork, but you knew that he was with that bitch. Or, she was with him at the office, being in your bent-over position on his desk. “Fuck,” you say again, thinking of the dinner that you cooked, the cake that you’re baking. Hell, you’re even wearing a new lingerie set, a pretty dark red against your skin. Despite the hurt, you continued watching, seeing him sit her down, and plunge his face in between her legs.
The video ended shortly after, leaving you trying to rationalize why. She was definitely more attractive than you, much happier to lean on him. She definitely tried to see everything from his perspective, but the most damning thing was that she was always there and you weren’t. That alone was all he needed to cheat. Finally, your sadness gave way to anger, eating you like a fire. Slashing tires, and breaking items can only do so much, so you decide to hit him where it hurts. Since he loves her so much, he can live with her.
So, you fell asleep as your cake was baking, causing you to forget about it. As you were sleeping, you felt incredibly warm, waking up to nothing but smoke. You barely made it out, but thank goodness you were there alone. That’s the story you would tell, you decided staring at the flames. Watching them claw at the night sky as if trying to reach for the stars. The sound of sirens made you jump from your seat on the ground. An officer, a young one, jumped out of the car, his eyes widening seeing the flames. He spoke into his radio as he ran over to you, taking you by the waist to lead you away from the fire. From this angle, he looked akin to a puppy, with bright and big ocean eyes, and lips that gave you the softest smile, reassuring you that everything will be fine. His tenderness almost scared you, it felt so foreign, and then you realized why, his features were never that soft with you.
He opened the car door, seating you inside. He placed his jacket over you, “You okay, Miss?”
“Just a little shaken,” you say looking at the fire.
“Okay good,” he gave you a smile that weakened your heart, “Better to be shaken than burned.”
“I’ll be right back,” he began to walk toward the fire, causing you to take his hand.
“Officer ..,” you saw his badge, “Officer Kennedy, it’s dangerous, and no one else was inside, just me.”
He nodded, walking off again to talk on his radio. He then returned to you, his eyes taking your body briefly before he pulled out a small notebook. “Thank you for being concerned,” he says.
“What are you talking about Officer Kennedy?” you asked, pulling his jacket up, it was just so comforting, feeling right on you.
“About the fire,” he smiled, still making you weak, “But danger is my job, I keep people safe. Also, please call me Leon.”
“Okay Leon, I’m y/n l/n,” you say, and when he repeated your name it was heaven itself. Another sure sign that your desires were reaching for the stars like the flames.
He then asked you questions about the fire, when did it start and how? You kept your story, though you felt bad whenever you would meet his angel eyes. He asked you why you were here and if you lived here. You told him that you were cooking for your partner, and seeing his face drop with slouched shoulders wanted you to make it clear that he is now your ex. After the questioning, he leaned against the cop car, staring at the fire, his fingers constantly moving.
The silence allowed you to get another good look at him, noticing his slim yet muscular frame. Blonde-brown hair that was blowing in the wind. You mumbled how you felt so much safer with him and he dropped his head, running his hand through his hair as he mumbled thanks. So cute, you thought feeling your emotions run ahead of you.
You two continued to sit in a comfortable silence, as you played with the ends of your nightgown. As you were doing that, you noticed Leon stealing glances, which you let slide at first, feeling a dangerous spark from those eyes. Then you felt the states become longer and bolder, Leon finally noticing that the nightgown is see-through, revealing the lingerie.
“Is everything okay Leon?” you say, “Oh! My nightgown, I’ll cover it.”
“You don’t have to,” his eyes widened, becoming visibly ill, “I mean it’s up to you. Shit,” he sighs, “It looks nice.
“The nightgown or the lingerie?” you laugh, causing his face to match the flames. Then you got an idea, “Let’s switch places.”
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“My turn to be the officer,” was all you said as you forced him on the seat.
“So, Mr. Kennedy,” you pulled out your phone as if you were an interviewer, “Why did you join the RPD?”
He stared at you smiling as he playfully shook his head, “I knew that I wanted to protect people ever since I was young. I mean in my school years, I always stood up to bullies who were huge compared to me.”
“Quite the hero,” you say, thinking that he’s perfect, “But why this city, this department?”
“I love Raccoon City,” he began, his eyes finally resting on yours, confidence in his voice, “But this city needs work, and I want to help it, and all communities in it,” he chuckled, “I just want to protect innocent people.”
“Including poor damsels like me?” you tease.
At that Leon looked at your body again, now having a better view of you. He swallowed hard, before mumbling yes miss. You could feel him mentally removing the nightgown revealing the lacey lingerie material that shows off your chest. The underwear was just as equally thin, with straps that connected to a lace piece wrapped around your thighs. This was supposed to be for your ex, but maybe Leon will enjoy it instead.
“Do you usually work so late and alone?” you asked, ignoring how his hands were resting over his crotch though your smile was light.
“Um … no. I just started,” he struggled for words, “First night alone .. Fresh from training.”
“Your girl must be worried then,” you say, smile now gone with the realization, that you’ll be no better than your ex, “Sorry for keeping you so late,” you managed to laugh pointing at the fire.
“There’s no girl,” he blurts out, “At least … there isn’t now. Been like that for two years.”
His desire is evident now in those stormy eyes. Giving you the confidence to get closer to him, inches from his face. His lips were so soft up close, and you fought the urge to kiss him right there, “Have you ever thought about dating a singer?” you were closer now, scarcely feeling his breathing, “Would you date a singer officer?”
“I’m guessing you don’t have a partner,” he says and you nod. The air between the two of you is finally clear.
He pulls you onto his lap, shamelessly taking off the nightgown. His stare gave you goosebumps in the fire’s heat and his light kiss on your neck nearly caused you to come undone. “You’re beautiful,” he breathes against your neck.
You shakily breathe his name as he continues to kiss your neck, nipping as he goes lower to your chest. His hands weren’t idle, both finding your chest and kneading your chest, squeezing your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. His lips finally found yours, crashing into you like a hurricane. The feel of his tongue against yours was powerful as you began to become aware of, only concerning yourself with all things Leon. The fire, your ex, everything all faded away by Leon’s hands, by his kiss. It was just him and you, and all you wanted was to fade into him wholly.
You let your hands palm at his pants, clenching around nothing as you felt him getting hard under your fingers. Feeling impatient, you undid the buckles and pulled his boxers down. His cock came out, angry and already leaking, causing your heart to tumble at the sight seeing how large he was.
“Please,” Leon croaked out, and you knew what he wanted, what he needed.
You nodded, causing Leon to move your underwear to the side, exposing your dripping pussy. You then got over him, sinking down. He groaned feeling you around him, his hands digging into your sides. He then smirked, touching the side of your face, and tracing his fingers over your lips, “Are you just going to sit there and look pretty? Or are you going to move that body of yours?”
So, you did as he said causing a beautiful sound to fall from his mouth. As you grind your hips against him, chasing your high by crashing down on him. You threw your head back, feeling him come up and meet you as you crashed down. He hit all the right places, filling you just right by hitting your sweet spot. Your mouth was only able to form his name, repeating it like a sacred prayer. You then looked down at him, causing impossibly more butterflies in your stomach. His eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth was slightly open, whispering jumbled words of praise.
You touched your clit, rubbing desperate circles and feeling the pleasure build up like a bomb. The extra sensation caused you to clench around him even tighter, your name dripping in honey coming from his mouth.
“Le … Leon,” you whined feeling him move your finger.
He placed your finger in his mouth, his tongue swirling over it. He was drunk on your taste, on you, hazy eyes filled with desire. His eyes were dark with it, giving the impression that they did not belong to him. But they focused on you, saw you, and you can swear that you think you’re falling in love. He held you down, rubbing new circles on that same sensitive area, all the while thrusting up. Your moans filled the police car as you grind on his dick, against his finger.
“Leon … Leon more,” you begged, fucking yourself against him, “More please,” the bomb was getting ready to explode. The knot in your stomach coming undone.
He obliged, making the circles on your clit harder, thrusting up into you harder and faster. You became sloppy at first, losing somewhat of a rhythm of grinding into him as your body began to shake, your legs jello. Next thing you knew, a white-hot pleasure erupted in you, engulfing you like a flame as you came on his dick. But he wasn’t done with you. He kept on slamming into your abused hole, the overstimulation causing you to try to get out of his grip but he was too strong. Or, maybe you just didn’t want to leave. Now he was chasing his high, thanking you for being good, for still being tight. You couldn’t think, you couldn’t talk. Your mind was in a haze, dumb off of his cock. You came again, another cry coming from your mouth, which Leon called beautiful.
Leon’s movements began to falter and stutter, signaling that he was close. He sat up, pulling you into a deep kiss as he came, some of it spilling out of you. The two of you finally pulled apart, your pants filling the comfortable silence. You moved some hair that was sticking to his forehead, and he gave another tender kiss, full of promise. He wraps a jacket around you, holding you against him. You don’t know why, or what convicted you to talk. It could’ve been the intimate moment that you shared or his calming heartbeat, but you did. “Do you ever think about her?” you asked, “Do you miss her?”
You felt him shift and tense, but he still held you. “I did think about her a lot. I mean, I saw her as mine, despite us being on and off, I knew that I loved her. So when she left, I was blindsided and angry,” he sighed, “I tried to hate her, but I couldn’t. I did miss her, but … I think I found something better.”
“I was angry,” you confessed, “I lied, Leon. He cheated and I couldn’t think,” you felt tears, “I was so angry, I started the fire. I just wanted him to feel my pain, especially because I did nothing but love him.”
“But this fire didn’t stop my anger,” you say, finally looking at him, “Leon, I don’t want to be angry.”
“Well,” he squeezed your hand, “It’s a good thing that you don’t have to.”
You smiled, feeling safety in his gaze, “But I lied to a cop and committed arson. You can arrest me.”
He caressed the side of your face again, “But you fell asleep, remember?” he says, “You forgot the cake.”
Your eyes widened as you giggled, kissing him, “Of course officer, I was just so sleepy.”
Soon the two of you were standing side by side watching the firefighters put out the remaining flames. They didn’t notice how his hand held yours, how he pulled you close. “I would like to do this again, I mean,” he facepalmed, “I would like to ask you on a date, make it an all-day thing, breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” he smiled, “I want to know my singer more, then after all that we can do this again.”
You kissed his cheek, “I would love that Leon.”
whose dog is this and why is it so nasty wth
A whiteboard doodle, kinda fought for my life drawing this
I like that Moria had that ageing rockstar biker look as a young pirate, so I shoved him in one of my outfits for a giggle.
So I'm lowkey tweaking.
Now, as a preface, I love Aizawa. That man is foine.
So anyways, I'm clearing out some old pics from my phone because I haven't done this in far too long and I find some old pics........of my ex.
(When I say old pics, I mean that shit. We broke up in like, 2019. I still see him occasionally, whenever I go to our local anime convention but yeah. We'll come back to this one in a bit.)
ANYWAYS
I've always known he's hot, and I've always known that Aizawa is hot bUT I DID NOT PUT TWO AND TWO TOGETHER OF WHY I WAS IMMEDIATELY ATTRACTED TO AIZAWA
WHY DO THEY LOOK SM ALIKE I'M GENUINELY DEVASTATED
The long, dark wavy hair, stubble in the same places, dark, sleepy eyes, eyebags, not seeming muscular under his baggy clothes, but is actually pretty defined........even their personalities and slightly sadistic tendencies.......I'm Going To Scream.
And my immediate thought was, wow, oh fuck, I really fumbled an irl Aizawa lookalike huh, but then my brain caught up like. Bitch?? He's an asshole who cheated on you??? Get a grip???? And I calmed down but still.
THE WASTE.
To realize that they look and act so much alike is DEVASTATING ‼
Now, onto The Worst Part. Remember when I said I still see him occasionally at the anime convention??
HE CUT HIS HAIR.
HE LOOKS LIKE TIME SKIP AIZAWA NOW TOO.
I CANNOT ESCAPE, SOMEONE PLEASE FREE ME FROM THIS TORMENT.
My only solace is that they don't sound alike. 😃
Like yeah, his voice was pretty deep but not Aizawa deep.
So yeah, I needed to rant. 🙂
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WAS THAT????
no way??? NO WAY????????!!!!!!!! LETS GOOOOO?????!!!!!?!????!!!!!
The best boy prepares for battle by drawing on himself the marks of two people dearest to him
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