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oomf posted about jason grace a bit too close to the sun and is now being haunted by jason grace himself and it's so fucking funny to me
@ruddigerspawss how does it feel to be haunted /j
Izuku saw some terrible things on that battlefield....
Your theme makes me feel high on the Color pink and good vibes I LOVE ITTTT
THANKKK YOUU WILLOW
muahahaha
ISA UR NOT REAL
im a big fan of the headcanon that zoey knew about aarmau’s sessions in the woods and just didn’t say anything, because that just makes the situation ten times funnier. like she like 100% knew they were getting down and dirty but she just— kept quiet. like its just hilarious to me and I don’t know why. and don’t get me started on everyone around them starting to like slowly catch on too. travis totally placed bets on why aphmau kept disappearing into the forest every evening- like they were all dedicated into finding out what the fuck was going on let’s be fr 😭😭
sometimes when I'm bored, I go through the list of recent bad faith Wikipedia edits that have since been reverted. a lot of them are politically contentious/offensive topics that attract crazies and trolls in general, but sometimes there are completely innocent inoffensive articles that people attack for no reason. some guy yesterday vandalized the article on the chemical element francium
one of the worst depictions of ‘autism power’ actually comes from hannibal, tell me why this emo twink shows up to crime scenes just to be like ‘watch this’ then closes his eyes and stands there weirdly for half an hour daydreaming about killing, if I was jack I would have sent his ass to the mental hospital.
The babies look so cute in this oml
Also I cannot believe that this was the official piece of dialog they put into an official storyboard- bro I'm dying over here
The 4 horseman of the "accidentally funny" horror games wiki moment.
OMG CHECK THIS AUTHOR OUT ASAP !!!
𝘚𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘬
Chapter 1 snippet
December 2, Monday morning. The warmth of your bed clings around your body, practically inviting you to rest for another hour, debating whether or not you should accept this proposal, the harsh realisation of reality barely awakens you. Hardly conscious, you bring your attention to the bright window of your bedroom, a pleasant surprise guides your view to the blanket of white powder enveloping your backyard, brightening up the depressing usual mornings of winter. Concentrating on the comforting feeling of safety in your bed, checking your phone sends you back to reality, you’ve woken up 30 minutes late.
‘Fuck.’ you mutter, you’re finally fully awake. You quickly fling aside your baggy band shirt and chaotically get dressed in uniform. Sprinting downstairs, nearly tripping, you snatch your books, shoving them inside your bag. As you mentally prepare yourself for the school day, you quickly grasp a snack and catch hold of your jacket.
Puffs of your breath leaving you in uneven clouds and the cold biting at your skin as you ran outside. Reaching the empty bus stop, your heart drops at the realisation that the bus had left without you.
‘Just kill me at this point.’ You murmured under your breath, words tumbling out before you realise.
‘Would you like me to?’
The voice came from nowhere, it was deep, and said without intention. His voice was the kind that could melt winter’s bitter coldness, designed to be unnerving. He whispered it with an idle confidence, you couldn’t tell if he was being serious or having fun at your expense.
His words hanged in the air like icicles hanging from the roof. Stopping mid in your tracks, your sharply turn your gaze towards him walking towards you. His long chestnut like hair was flowing in the frigid breeze, eyes gleaming, a dark forest green, sharpened. They were unreadable, his intentions unclear.
His warm yet teasing voice started again, ‘You seemed so earnest about the idea? I thought I’d offer what you wanted.’
Your heart pulsed faster and faster by the moment, unsure how to response.
He tilted his head, the corner of his mouth faintly curving, ‘What's the matter? –Cat got your tongue?’ letting out a faint chuckle as he approached you.
Author's note:
If you're still here, thank you for reading! This is a short snippet of a fic that I'm writing about a character that I've made. What led me to writing this was my friend deciding to make a little scenario for me with my type after I had just rambled to her about wanting a bf exactly like the character that I'm writing about, after she had made the scenario for me, I went onto Wattpad to check out if there had been any stories similar to what my friend made and to no avail, I didn't find anything. I decided to take matters into my own hands and write the fic myself, since I couldn't find anything. Anyway, if your type is long haired metalheads, then this is for you!! (Also the friend who helped make the scenario is @brownblob credits to her for helping me)
Would you do comfort shower sex with re2 leon omg I'll give you my soul please🙏🏻
let’s pretend the whole aeon romance didn’t happen during raccoon city😛 also fuckkk i LOVED writing this
warnings; smut obvi, p in v, unprotected sex, cursing, subby leon, kind of angsty and kind of fluffy too, handjob, implied cunnilingus at the end
leon hadn’t been the same since raccoon city.
you were both gonna move there once leon got his new job as a cop, but he went a day earlier than you for his first day, and you needed more time to pack.
thank god you stayed behind, but you constantly blame yourself for letting him go. he assures you it’s not your fault, how you couldn’t have ever known, but it all fell on deaf ears.
its been about three months now, and he still seems pretty traumatised by the whole ordeal. you’ve tried to be there for him, always letting him vent to you on the rare occasion that he needs to let his feelings out, offering him comfort in your arms.
you made sure to work two jobs to pay rent, leon wasn’t ready to work anytime soon (or so you thought) and you cooked for him, cleaned up after him, and sometimes on his bad days, you had to help him shower. 
it was no surprise that you were stressed, feeling overstimulated with everything. but you couldn’t say anything, leon had it way worse, and you understood that. despite the constant dark circles under your eyes, the soreness in your muscles, you stayed strong. stayed strong for him.
but it was getting difficult to keep up with everything. it was hard to sleep because of leon’s insomnia, or when he did sleep, he had nightmares. you would comfort him through the night, try to ease him back to sleep. you would take shit from customers and bosses all day everyday, putting effort into cooking just for most of it to go to waste. but that was all okay, because it was leon. you loved him so much, that none of this other stuff mattered.
you’d probably be able to decompress by getting some release, and of course, you wouldn’t push leon to do anything like that now. you were fine with going solo… except, you had no time to yourself really, so you’d gone practically three months without touching yourself.
but it was okay. you could deal with all of it, for leon.
you’d just finished washing the dishes, strolling back over to the dining table that leon was still sat at, staring at nothing.
your heart ached for him constantly, and you found that you had to hold back tears everytime you saw him like this. he was like a shell of the man you fell in love with.
you slowly moved closer to him, and put a gentle hand on his shoulder. he startled, blue eyes snapping up to yours as he tensed. he quickly eased once he realised what’d happened, and mumbled an apology under his breath as he slowly turned to look down at the table.
you stroked his shoulder delicately, pinching your brows together. you stood in silence there for a minute, seeing how he seemed to just be out of it.
“honey,” you whispered. his head barely moved in your direction to show that he was listening. “you wanna get in the shower?”
saying nothing, he nodded slightly. he stood, but didn’t make any move to the bathroom. you bit the inside of your lip, knowing that you’d have to help him. you muttered a “cmon” to him, moving your hand to his back, leading him to the hallway slowly and into the bathroom.
you moved away from him and started the shower, keeping one hand beneath it to check the temperature, and the other was reaching to get a clean towel from the basket, and you put it on the rack.
once the water was warm enough, you turned. leon was leaning against the door, staring at you. well, more like staring through you, like he wasn’t all there. you’d gotten used to that stare by now.
you take a step toward him, and reached up to cup his cheek. his eyes, that seem a lot duller lately, shift to look at you. you smiled at him sadly, your thumb rubbing his cheekbone. he reached up to hold your wrist, hardly managing to give you a weak smile back. more like a twitch of the lips.
you take your hand away, and began to unbutton his shirt. he stepped away from the door, moving his arms to help you pull it off of him. you both were used to this routine by now.
you remove his belt next, dropping it to the floor atop of his discarded shirt. you unbutton his jeans, pull down his zip, and take both the waistband of them and his boxers, pulling them down.
normally, this act would be turning you on incredibly, but it’s hard to be when he’s so distant.
you take his socks off, then stand to your height and take his hand, smiling at him again. you carefully walk him over to the shower, letting him get inside and stand beneath the water for a moment. then you undress quickly, pulling of your work shirt and plain bra, then pulling down your pants and panties.
after pulling up your hair into a half-assed bun, you climb in after him.
you reach up to run your hands through his hair as usual, to spread the water and get it wet, but he suddenly turns around and presses his forehead against your shoulder.
you try to not let the shock show on your face, even if he can’t see it. your hands remain up for a second, before moving to hold him. one settles on the back of his neck, the other at the top of his spine.
you stand like that for a few minutes beneath the water, just close to each other. after a little while, you start to hear him sniffling, and something warm drip onto your shoulder, definitely not shower water.
“oh, baby..” you whisper, feeling your own tears well up in your eyes. “don’t cry, shh… it’s okay.” you wrap your arms around him tighter, your hand on his neck moving up to his hair.
he’s silent for a little while, just crying into your shoulder. his arms wrap around your waist, and he nuzzles his nose into your neck. you think this is the most he’s touched you in months.
“i..” he gasps, voice shaky. your heart breaks. “i just can’t stop thinking about it.”
you close your eyes, trying your best not to sob. “i know, i know… it’s gonna be okay, honey… i’m here for you, i’m not going anywhere.”
he lifts his head up, glossy eyes staring at you. you take his face in your hands, smiling tearfully at him. “you are so strong. i love you so much.”
his face twitches as more tears spill from his eyes, he takes your wrist and puts your hand to his mouth, kissing it gently. “i love you too.”
god, you’ve not heard that in a long time. you pull him back into your arms, standing in a sorta hug with him.
you both stand like that for what seems like hours, him silently crying into your neck as you stroke his back, kissing his hair softly.
after a while, you feel his lips brush your neck. then he begins to kiss it delicately, pressing little kisses up to your jawline.
“leon?” you ask, moving your head back to question him, but all he does is shush you, continuing to kiss up to your cheek. he places his hands on your hips, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips.
he brushes his lips against yours, sad eyes staring right into yours. you swallow nervously. “honey, i don’t want you to rush into anything. it’s okay, we can take it one step at a—”
he cuts you off with a gentle kiss, his plump lips pressing against yours. it doesn’t last long, he pulls away after a few seconds. he moves his hands from your hips to your waist, eyes flickering between your lips and eyes. “‘m ready.. ‘n i want you..” he whispers, desperation laced in his tone.
he leans closer again, but you shift your head back. “baby, are you sure?”
leon lets out a quiet whine, eyes locked onto your lips as he places his forehead against yours. “mhm.”
even though you were surprised by his sudden clinginess, you couldn’t deny that even the feeling of his touch and longing look in his gaze was already making your stomach churn.
“‘js need you..” he brushed his lips against yours again. “need to forget.”
you understand. you nod at him, arms reaching up to wrap around his neck. you kiss him softly, then again, then again, and again. he pulls you closer, your soft chest smushed against his hard one, and he deepens the kiss.
you immediately allow his tongue entrance to your mouth, sighing happily against him. he whimpers quietly, hands gripping you tighter as his lips move against yours more fervently.
“baby..” he whispers, pulling away for air. he leans down to suck at your neck, nipping and kissing.
“i know..” you murmur back, already feeling the wetness between your legs grow.
he kisses down to your chest, leaving hickeys in his wake. “‘s been so long…”
you nodded, eyes closing at the feeling. already, you felt as if all the stress of the past few months was melting away.
he leans back up, smashing his lips back against yours with a moan, his hands groping your tits. you shuddered, clenching around nothing already.
you pull away. he chases your mouth, but you lean down to kiss at his neck.
you suck harshly, kissing the spot afterward. you paid extra attention to the sensitive spot between his moles, his little whines making your clit throb.
“fuck..” he sighs. you look up to see his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, staring at you.
you almost cum untouched at the way his eyes are so blown.
you glance down, and actually moan out loud at the sight. he’s just as turned on as you, his cock standing at full attention, pale pink tip practically staring right at you.
you look back up at him, pressing your lips against his, tongue tangling languidly with his.
one of your hands moves from the back of his neck to his chest, gliding down. you gently take his dick into your hand. he gasps and lets out a choked moan against you at the contact.
fuck, he’s already leaking. you swipe your thumb against his slit, and he shudders. you spread the precum over his cock, running your hand up and down slowly.
he has to pull away to gasp. his head falls back against your shoulder. you smile, hand moving faster.
he’s already fucking dripping all over your hand, which isn’t all that surprising, it has been three months. hell, you think you can feel your wetness on your inner thighs.
his hips are twitching already, and he’s whimpering into your neck, and.. is he drooling?
“fuck.. oh fuck, baby… that’s it, that’s..” he’s cut off by his own gasp as you speed up, and it’s so wet that you can hear the squelching over the sound of the shower.
“oh my fuhhhck… ‘m gonna cum, gonnacum gonna..” he cries, hips bucking into your grip. his whines are growing more frequent and loud.
he’s whispering something, and you listen closely, “make me cum, make me cum… i need it, needitneed…”
you go even faster, kissing his hair. “cum ‘fr me, baby..”
his breath seems to be lost, he’s gasping and hiccuping. then, with one final moan, he’s releasing white ropes onto your stomach and hand.
you stroke him through it, whispering sweet praises into his ear. you take your hand off of him once he whines out of overstimulation, and his spend easily washes off since you’re in the shower.
you kiss him delicately on his cheek when he pulls away from your neck, staring at you lovingly. “you did so well, you’re so good..”
you think that’s the end of it. you’ll wash his hair, help him change, and cuddle him to sleep. then it’ll go back to how it’s been for months in the morning.
you move to reach behind you for the shampoo, but he takes your wrist and holds it between his hands.
he’s looking at you so intensely that you almost want to shy away from his gaze. but you don’t.
he licks his lips, and you resist the urge to stare.
“what, you think we’re done?”
god, it’s just all so slippery.
the way your back is sliding against the tile wall, the wet sound of leon’s hips slapping against your ass, your legs gliding along his waist, the feeling of both of your saliva-coated lips moving against each other.
leon is fucking dumb, non-stop whining and whimpering against you as he desperately ruts up into you. the feeling of your soaked pussy clenching around him made him feel like he was on cloud nine.
you both had already came twice together, his cum was still oozing out of your pussy.
leon pulls away, a string of saliva still connecting your lips. your foreheads press together, and he’s practically slobbering all over you. his speech is slurring together. “baby.. oh my god, fuck… this feels so.. so..”
you let out a moan, your head leaning back against the wall, “fuckk, i know.” you already feel your third peak rapidly approaching.
his tip is repeatedly nudging that spot over and over and over and it’s almost too much, your breathing is uneven and heavy.
he drops his head back into your neck, and if you weren’t so cockdrunk, you’d probably laugh at how it’s practically his new home.
his hot breath is hitting your shoulder, needy moans spilling repeatedly from his mouth.
“leon,” you gasped out, needing to look into those pretty eyes when you cum. “leon, honey, look at me.”
he shakes his head frantically, his thrusts becoming sloppier and his pace growing faster.
“look at me, please.” you repeat, your climax is right there, you need this.
“can’t,” he panted, his hands that are on the back of your thighs grip harder, bruises surely forming. “can’t or i’ll cum. wan’ this to last…”
“baby, ‘s okay, we can— fuck, we can go again.”
he whimpers at your words, licking sloppily at your neck. “ohhh my fuck.. ‘m gonna cum againn.. gonna— gonna fill you up.”
“please,” you whined, desperation to be filled rolling over you like a tidal wave. “cum, baby, ‘s alright.”
he’s muttering something incoherent, completely pussydrunk. your words are making his cock twitch relentlessly inside you.
your hand reaches into his hair and you pull it, smashing your lips against his.
he lets out the fucking sluttiest moan you’ve heard from him yet, and his hips still and you feel that familiar, welcome warmth fill you. his tongue is rolling with yours lewdly.
his hips weakly buck up, fucking his cum into you. after a few moments of catching your breaths, he reluctantly pulls out. you shakily put your legs back onto the shower floor, holding tightly onto his shoulders for support.
he watches his cum droop from your pussy with fascination, and uses two fingers to push it back inside. he swallows harshly.
your head rolls back, exhaustion taking hold of your limbs.
leon gets the hint, and this time, it’s him helping you out of the shower and change.
once you’re all settled in bed, you’re more than ready to go straight to sleep. until you feel a brush against your spent cunt.
your eyes flicker to leon, who’s just watching his hand that’s cupping your pussy through your pyjama shorts.
you furrow your brows at him in confusion, and he just lifts the blanket and gets eye-level with your clothed core.
“what’re you doing?” you ask tiredly, despite already growing horny again.
“well, you didn’t cum that last time, hm?” he murmured, taking the waistband of your shorts and fresh panties, beginning to pull them down. his tongue darts out to lick his lips.
you smile, letting your head roll back onto the pillow and closing your eyes, letting your legs spread wider.
comic about slick and the rockies for @freightappreciationweek !!
Canonly accurate Yoshida when ootagawa:
neowmeow meow meowwww （ฅ＾・ﻌ・＾）ฅ mroeww meow mew meowowmeow （＾・ﻌ・＾✿）
SO TRUE