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OH MY GOD I JUST SAW SOMWONW SAY JOEL MIGHT BE ONE OF RHE NEW HERMITS THAT WOULD BE SO COOL
#joel smallishbeans#that is#for the people who dont have a clue what im yapping#more#late night yapping#hermitcraft#paz.
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Bounty Hunter Tentoo would have bits of his lips missing because of the big scar across his face. Thus, some teeth and/or gums would be showing, making him even more intimidating.
Man, I just love insane fictional men
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I READ DAD BOD LEON AND LIKE JDFKD imagine praising him and getting him all flustered and needy and just 😭 he is such a hottie I NEED HIM sorry im just a lil feral abt him
GRAHHHH YES !!!!
cw: leon finally in his retirement era ??? (probably not canon but we can only hope), chubby leon, older leon, body worship, very light scent thing, a messy blowjob, he’s insecure at first the poor thing, uhhhh not proofread <3
w/c: 1.5k
like, leon is sooooo relieved when he’s (somehow) allowed to retire. genuinely probably just passes out for a good couple of days, drowsy and catching up on years of sleep he missed for a month or so. takes things day by day, waning contentedly through different hobbies, interests, just trying to like…. find his personality back after basically becoming the governments dog for the most of his adult life.
and some things really like … don’t click at first.
that he’s not nearly as active without the physically demanding day to day. the mission every other month or so that sheds him of all his bodies resources, the ones that basically force upon him that consistently low body fat percentage. sure, he still works out because at this point, it’s weird Not To after putting in so much physical work for so long.
but he’s older now, his metabolism has changed. commercial gyms don’t exactly offer the same amount of intensity that his body is so used to having to work through. and naturally, parts of him grow complacent. he eats more, rightfully so. actually has the time to go out to eat on a consistent basis, and doordash is viewed as a god sent app.
he doesn’t really notice the pounds that have crept up on him until suddenly his favorite pair of jeans doesn’t need a belt to keep them up anymore. it’s when he tucks in his shirt for a more upscale night out that he realizes his button down is more fitted against him than maybe it was the last time he dug out his nicer clothes.
but once he realizes it, he shies away from it, avoids changing in front of mirrors. and when he starts refusing to change in front of you that you notice.
sure, leon was always attractive in your eyes. but it was never the muscles, the trim ‘v’ of his waistline that kept you around. you loved him, genuinely so. and to have him around more often, able to revel in some of the domestic things you couldn’t exactly soak up when he was still an agent? it’s like heaven on earth with him.
so when you notice the slight increase in his weight — the softness that begins to pad his strong biceps when he wraps his arms around you from behind, the extra bit you’re able to hold onto when you hug him — you don’t point it out. it’s welcomed, has you touching him a bit more than maybe necessary nowadays.
the first time he abruptly turns around when you walk in while he was changing, you don’t question it. it’s when he starts to dim the lights before the two of you topple onto the bed in a passionate display that you grow suspicious. your last straw is plucked when he starts coming to bed with a shirt on. an oversized one at that. he had never worn shirts to bed before, always complained about the materials feeling against him becoming irritating throughout the night.
he tries to deny when you first confront him. plays off the way the newfound pliant skin of his sides swells out over the top of his jeans waistband. shakes his head and makes a face at you, even goes so far as to roll his eyes when you reason with him, pointing out his recent ‘preference’ of keeping the lights lower when you fuck.
“I think you’re imagining this, sweetheart. I’m still sexy,” he reasons cheekily, trying to distract you with his cheesy nature.
“I didn’t say you’re not sexy,” you sigh, shaking your head. “You’re definitely still sexy. I’m just saying you look sexy with the extra bit on you,” you hum, leaning against the bedroom door.
it takes Leon a second, trying to allow ‘sexiness’ and ‘weight’ to coexist in his head. at least not in terms of himself. he loved women, all shapes and bodies and weights included. it was a no brainer to say that yes, your logic that sexiness could coexist with more weight was correct. but on him…? he’s Leon Kennedy. he’s not fat.
“Nor am I saying you’re fat, not by a long shot,” you continue, knowing all too well what that look on his face meant. the one he wore when he was thinking too hard about something.
he tries not to flinch when your hands reach out, capturing his sides. tries to stifle the sound that wants to escape when he realizes how much more sensitive the skin there is now with the extra weight. but the pounding of his heart and heat emanating off his body tells you all you need to know. so you continue.
you’re unashamed in how you explore how pliant his sides are now, in how you trace along where the firm cut lines of his abs formerly were. gently pinching and filling your fingers with the extra skin that lies over his lower abdomen, flattening your palm over the swell there and letting it fill your palm. his breath hitches, hands twitching at his sides, itching to slide your hands off him. he yearns to step out of your grasp, but knows that’ll be too telling. so he lets you continue, let’s you have your fun.
the button of his jeans pops audibly, and it’s clear that maybe he’s gonna have to let his favorite pair go pretty soon. but that’s okay. it’s obvious how okay it is when you slide his shirt up, up, up and out of the way. when your lips finds his sternum, trailing up and down its length before moving on to his pecs. silently appreciating how they’ve swelled a bit, how the hair that scatters across his skin has seemingly spread more. you tuck your nose in, inhaling him appreciatively when you slide your fingers under the waistband of his jeans, start to shimmy the denim down.
and oh god, you’re slowly lowering yourself, letting your lips ghost over his stomach now. you’ve grown sloppier, greedier in how you lick up the salt of his skin, bite into and suck at the pliant flesh. as if a fever had overcome you.
and really, that’s not all that far fetched of an idea. it was like you were seeing him naked for the first time all over again. except he’s softer, warmer… easier to paw and play with. responsive when your hands knead at his sides, his pecs. breathless and panting when he realizes his nipples are more sensitive for some reason when you drag the pads of your thumbs over them.
he could’ve gone bright pink when you ask him to strip completely. in front of the mirror no less. but he obliges, although begrudgingly. maybe a bit more hesitantly when you roll your desk chair over in front of the floor to ceiling mirror, instructing him to sit down. but that dissolves when you settle on your knees in front of it, as if sweetening the deal.
he doesn’t expect you to be so …. eager when you finally get yours hands on him. but fuck does he look good. softened thighs spread, the perfect mix between strong and soft in front of you. his soft cock, laid oh so prettily between them, ever so full balls nestled there. you really can’t help how quickly you find yourself burying your face into him, breathing him in and mouthing at his thighs.
your hands are greedy, so very greedy in how you grab at him. his thighs, the stomach that’s started to rest on them. his pecs you reach up to paw at when you realize they’ve started to create a crease between his chest and his stomach from below.
and at first, he doesn’t believe you when you tell him he looks even better like this. that if anything, you prefer him like this. doesn’t want to hear it when you try to coax him into repeating affirmations about himself, keeps his eyes off his reflection in the mirror.
but of course, he’s a weak man. you’re sat on your knees between his spread thighs, your ass practically begging to be ogled in those jeans.
and that’s what he focuses on at first. tries not to notice how you have to tilt your head slightly when you take him in your mouth, how you have to hold his tummy when you suck him off to keep it from inhabiting how far down you can get on his length. but as the heat in his body grows, as you get sloppier with spit dribbling down your chin, he has no choice but to look down at you.
and at that point, he can’t find it in him to care about the swell of his lower abdomen. he isn’t very worried about how much more space his thighs take up on the chair when you dip one of his balls into your mouth, licking and warming and soaking them in your feverish attempt to make him feel how sexy he is to you.
but by the time he’s coming ropes onto your pretty face, he finally gives in. finally obliges you fully and admits that maybe… maybe he was still sexy as fuck. maybe he did look better, healthier with the retirement weight on him.
#GRRRRRRRUFF EUFF#RUFF RUFF AWOOOOO#howling at the moon rn#chubby Leon is so important to me#chubby leon#leon kennedy x reader smut#leon kennedy x you#leon s kennedy x reader#leon kennedy imagine#leon x reader#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy fanfic#someone push him into retirement already please#late night stroll.˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.#fairies. 𐦍#yaps. ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚
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tonights acotar thoughts are with the Illyrian women and how rhysand has utterly failed them despite his supposed efforts
Hes ‘allowed’ them to become warriors if they wish. But thats not even the bare minimum. from my memory he acknowledges that he doesnt enforce the wing clipping laws (smooth move) so that’s basically useless and as to be expected of a man, he misses the point of feminism and equality laws. WHERE are the laws and protections for women in marriages?? if the illyrian are so ‘brutal’ and ‘backwards’ the assumption can be made that divorce isn’t a thing unless the man requests it. No women requested divorces and probably no such thing as no fault divorces. As well as forced marriages (which also brings up the consent age) Adding on, what about abortions and other pre natal and natal laws and protections? again, assuming women arent allowed to have abortions or simply any bodily autonomy, where are those decrees rhysand? Im not even getting into the potential of LGBTQ+ illyrians and their rights (Logically there are LGBTQ+ illyrians but ofc sjm wouldn’t mention them)
He makes such a fuss about it being a womans choice (a hypocrite as we see in acosf) yet unless a woman is able too or wants to fight he doesnt seem to care. Which is also a major flaw of sjms writing, women only gain their independence if they can kick ass and fuck as they want. Which is of course valid but thats a very shallow way to view feminism and equality. The whole point is that a woman can choose, wether its to be a warrior or a stay at home mother, but theres nothing done for those women who want that lifestyle.
This has influenced me in my fic writing a lot to where a this topic has become a major focal point in my fic somewhat by accident. I think that logically there would be a rebellion from mostly illyrian women against rhysand, hes promised them so much yet has delivered so little.
#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#anti rhysand#anti night court#anti inner circle#im not anti feyre but im disappointed in her character#sjm#sjm critical#an acotar thought exercise if you will#In my fic i have it planned that a prominent female illyrian revolts against rhysand lol#She along with her mates (yes mates) leads a large group of illyrian men women and lgbtq+ out to the spring court with tams help#Shes such a fun character to develop along with her mates and if i can work with my adhd i will hopefully be able to write about them in my#fic i ran out of characters fuck you tumblr let me yap#its late so forgive me for any grammer errors or mistagging#rhysand#this is also a genuine criticism guys i know how yall rhysie fans like to tussel
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love seeing people slowly switching sides and turning into Dabi simps the moment they see the new panels of him shirtless like yes NOW you see the vision don’t you, come join us in our utter madness over this sexy burnt raisin :3
*cutely throws my smutty masterlist at you to further corrupt you into simping for this man*
#late night thoughts#yap hours#its even more fun when its the hawks simps switching sides HAHA#been loving him since day 1 when he wore those church shoes#touya todoroki#mha dabi#dabi#my hero academia
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i need one of these edm djs/musicians obsessed with lando to write a song about him. not only is he PERFECT fodder for songwriting (look at that face! make him your muse!!!) but do you recognize the commercial potential of that marketing choice… be the voice of the fangirls and we will reward you with endless spotify streams
#i mean personally i would never listen to anything else ever again#last year lando lip-synced to a song for <5 seconds and within a month it was my most listened to song of the year#do not doubt our power#when people talk about teenage girls shaping culture this is what that’s meant to be used for 100% factual truth#lando norris#late night thoughts#<— one thing abt me i cannot go to bed without hopping on this app and yapping about lando norris for a bit#it’s part of my nightly routine at this point
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∗ ࣪ ˖༺ ♡ ༻˖ ࣪ ∗
𝔪𝔶 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔤 ♱
𝐼 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑔𝑢𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑝 𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑓 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑡ℎ𝑢𝑔 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑡, 𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑔𝑢𝑦. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑢𝑔
- 𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑒
༉‧₊˚.𝒲𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔༉‧₊˚.
ℳ𝑖ღ𝒽 (miah) 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓃𝒶𝓂ℯ , 𝑚𝑎𝑗ℴ𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑝𝑠𝑦𝑐𝒽𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝑗ℴ𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝔱
𝑖𝑚 𝑏𝓁𝑎𝑐𝑘-𝑎𝑎, she/her (obvi)
𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑛 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡
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@𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑎𝑎
#how I feel#tumblr#girlblogging#pinterest#black girls of tumblr#female hysteria#just girly thoughts#rambles#tumblr girls#rants n rambles#ldr#him#late night thoughts#just yapping#pretty when you cry#liveblogging#late night rambles#lana del rey#lizzy grant#literature#female#female rage#female manipulator#girl things#this is a girlblog#just girly things#stranger things#girly stuff#black girl aesthetic#black girl moodboard
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your pregnancy posts got my brain going crazy and hear me out. what if Astarion noticed that tav smelled different one day and it drove him mad for weeks because he couldn't figure out why, but then one day he heard another heartbeat coming from tavs body 🥹
First off, thank you so much!! I'm so glad to hear it - I love when my thoughts fuck people up <3
"What if", pookie, this is CANON to me ☝☝☝ !!!
I have thought about this an absurd amount of times, and I absolutely agree that he'd be able to smell some sort of change once she's pregnant - but would have no idea what it was. All he knew was that it was an intoxicating scent - and it probably makes his pupils dilate a little every time he smells it.
#me and this concept have had many late nights together HDFHAWHEFE#starry#ask#serena the yap-atron 3000
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Duke should have a chain with a lil bat on it and that’s all I can really say about fashion
#he got it from luke who made it for Jace#to me luke is like a handy sim#there’s no specific thing he’s centered on he can tinker with anything tbh#he does NOT thing jason should wear a red durag instead of that nasty ass hood so Duke can never give him a 10#tiff demanded her own with her own customized r for Robin#she could’ve got one at those lil mall kiosks however she can use her custom made one as a birdarang. yes she needs new ones every night#it’s just too cool#if ur black u already know she’s got her own initial necklace in civilian life#uhm anyways#Duke is mad bc he got to Jace too light 💔#a few years ago Jace as Batman would’ve been extremely irresponsible and let Duke do whatever the hell he wanted#however after the accident he’s super strict now sad#Duke can’t even cuss around him before he’s yapping about proper communication in uniform#Duke asks tiff how she deals with it and tiff says it’s either this or working with those yt ppl again in Gotham and she’s good 👍🏾#if the batgirls are there she’ll pull up but she’s NAWT dealing with Bruce and em#the relationship between tiff and Damian I made up in my head 💔#‘I hate that bitch’ 5 min later ‘me and the bestieeee’#unrelated well slightly but thinking about luke lately and gritting my teeth at the tim parallels#maybe I’ll talk about it next month but I’ve been too nice to tim this year im sick
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i think ppl should start writing/drawing robin way taller then she actually is. let her be a giant
#and you know what. make nancy shorter while you're at it#make ronance look like one of those size difference couples in a yaoi /j#5'11 robin and 5'1 nancy. listen.#if st3ddies can exaggerate their ship's barely existent height difference then so can i!!#ive posted about making robin taller before but i just need it like. make her a giraffe#late night thoughts man idek#ronance#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#stranger things#mia yaps
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my ex boyfriend has now got a new girlfriend in the year above us who goes to scouts with him. she's supposed to be a twat anyway. we have barely been broken up for a month
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˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Alexa play Heroin ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗
(my room is messy I know but I didn't have any cute pic of the full fit (I'm awk ik) )
☆ Not going to be an annoying yapper for once and just say that "exquisite tension" by you'll never get to heaven is the song of the night. Also the fit was inspired by cassie from skins ☆
#late night thoughts#diary#yapping#professional yapper#girlblogging#girl blogger#girlblog#girl thoughts#lana del rey#cassie skins
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hiiii throwing this wip away because I’ve read it too much and don’t like it anymore hehe
cw: sliiiiiiight somno dynamics, dubcon because he touches reader in their sleep, masturbation (reader), dirty thoughts, ID Leon in mind
Dusk has long since fallen and past by the time Leon steps through the threshold of his condo. He’s soaking wet from the pouring rain outside, and he can’t help but scoff at how he left a few weeks ago amid a storm. The climate of Washington was seemingly unrelenting in its persistence to stay sodden.
He shucks his leather off, hanging it up and ignoring how rain droplets start to drip and gather into a puddle on the floor beneath — he’d deal with that in the morning. He was too busy clicking his belt loose, popping the first few buttons of his shirt as he stalks through the apartment with one destination in mind.
Stood at the bedroom door within the next few moments, he finally has half a mind to toe his shoes off. You know, the same ones that just left tracks of water through the house. Again, something ‘morning Leon’ would deal with in a few hours time. He is, however, more worried about the curled up form tucked under the covers of his bed.
“My little bed warmer,” he can’t help but chuckle to himself, his lips tugging up in the most genuine way they have in probably weeks. Stepping further into your shared bedroom, he finally rids himself of his button down, slipping out of the sleeves and folding it over a nearby desk chair on his way to the bed.
He stands there for a minute, gazing down at you adoringly. In reality, this last mission was far from one of his longer ones. It was just a few presidential appearances down in Philadelphia, then an incident in Chinese waters that had tied him up this time. A few weeks at best. But it didn’t diminish how tired he was, having to up and stride right into one mission after the last on the flip of the Presidents dime.
Sometimes, he wonders how he does this; being dragged around by the government and plopped wherever in the country. He was sure his body had probably aged at least ten years in advance internally by now. But he’d worry about that later. Because suddenly, he’s soothing a rough palm over your shoulder, sliding his hand under the hem of his t-shirt you donned.
“Taking a walk around my closet again, huh?” He coos down at your sleeping form, talking more to himself than you. He knows you can’t hear him, that you probably don’t register his fleeting touch.
You’re warm, pliant under his worn, weary hands. He barely restrains the shudder of delight that courses through him, melting and relieving him of all the undue stress the past month or so had served him. The feeling of your skin was like a stress reliever in of itself, your body his favorite piece of art to get lost in.
God, he was glad he was home.
Dancing along the soft slope of your shoulder under the material of your sleep shirt, he slides the sleeve up, eager to get a glimpse of any more of your skin. The groan that leaves him is unintentional, unable to be held back as he thumbs circles into your pliant bicep. Sharp eyes flick up to your face, looking for any signs that you’re waking up. And sure enough, you’re laid just as peacefully as you were when he walked in, your breathing steady and soft.
Maybe that’s why he finds himself coaxing the duvet down your torso, off your chest. ‘Just…. A bit more couldn’t hurt’, he tells himself. He ‘just wants to see you, that’s all’, as he slides the duvet down to pool around your hips now.
Leon’s has never considered himself a needy man. Not by a long shot. He’s not needy, and he didn’t miss you. No, he’s just cold. That’s why he’s slipping his hand now up the hem of your shirt, flattening his hand against the warmth your soft stomach provides.
He sighs, heavy and long, exhaling the weeks long amount of bullshit he had worked through yet again. Between stiff collared meetings with officials, unpredictable debacles, and rounds of combat, his nerves were shot.
Yet, your skin is warm, soft, inviting all the same.
Every time he steps back through the threshold of the apartment you share, it doesn’t matter what he saw, what he had to go out and do that go around. Because he knows that’s you’ll be here, soft and warm and eager for him, like his own personal piece of heaven. He could count on you to welcome him back into your arms, to take the weight of his weary body and heart into your hands.
“I don’t deserve you sweetheart,” he whispers, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your temple.
One press of his lips turns into two, three, four. His kisses create a line down your jaw, smattering along your skin with affection.
With each connection his lips make with your skin, he finds himself lingering longer, his lashes fluttering shut, his brows knitting as he breathes you in. Unashamedly, he presses his nose into your cheek, under the hook of your jaw and inhales greedily, the scent of your shampoo and body wash you likely had only rubbed into yourself hours earlier making his cock swell in his pants.
Muttering a curse under his breath, his breath fans hot and shaking down your neck. Glancing up at your face for a moment, he concludes you’re likely in your deepest state of REM.
Somehow, that acknowledgment only goads the quickly growing coils of shame of himself, twisting and tightening in his gut. You were fast asleep, pretty as an angel beneath him, and here he was, breathing you in like some rabid dog. He was a grown ass man, for God’s sakes. And all it takes was a month away from you knocked his sense of shame, or lack thereof, on its ass?
His hand stops dead in its tracks when his fingers begin to glide along the swell of your chest, having started to graze just the underside. It had seemed his hand had a mind of its own while he was too busy scolding himself.
“Christ”, he mutters to himself, brows pinching, his eyes dilating as your (his) shirt slides tantalizingly further up your torso. He drinks in every inch, every centimeter of skin that is exposed under the dim lighting of the room like a man starved.
Delicately, gingerly, his fingers find your nipple under your shirt, coaxing it to stiffen under slow and deliberate swipes of his thumb across it. It’s only a moment later when it starts to harden, drawing a rumble of delight from deep within his chest.
“So eager even in your sleep, huh?” He murmurs, breathless in his attempt to diffuse the tension wringing his stomach taut. It helps him feel better, if even for just a moment, knowing your body accepts him even in its most vulnerable state. Except the loosening of that band within him stiffens and stabs him in the gut a moment later, shame in himself razor sharp and blunt as it sears him.
What was he doing? You were asleep, likely exhausted from the day you may of had. This wasn’t fair of him, touching you like this when you don’t even know he’s home.
He can only grimace when his body betrays him, his tongue dips out to wet his lips — subconscious, hungry. He was starved, having gone weeks without your, your body, your touch, your smell-
Another deep breath in, and he’s noticing something else. Notes of tanged, old sweat, maybe by a few hours hanging in the air, clinging to your skin. A tackiness to your nape, your hair curled ever so slightly at the base. He finds himself pausing, eyes flickering over your skin.
The slope of your breasts under your night shirt, the way it’s slid ever so slightly off your shoulder. Upon tugging the duvet further down, off your hips, down your thighs, it’s only then that he pieces everything together. Sure, maybe you chose his shirt to sleep in because you missed him, because his cologne and musk was weaved into the cotton after use. It was an easy excuse.
However, he knows that’s not the only reason.
Inner thighs sticky, shiny with the drying evidence of your desire, your toy still nestled between your plush skin, it’s all far too incriminating. Maybe his sweet baby was a bit more desperate for him than he realized. A bit more perverted than he ever cared to give you credit for, getting off in his clothes.
Briefly, he wonders how long you were at it, how good it was. It must’ve been good, he wanted it to be. Was today specifically tiring? Was your climax that good? Or was it a mix of both that had you passing out before you could get cleaned up. That’s usually his job, cleaning you up after a long session. Not that he minds, not in the slightest.
But… he’s here now, right? Sure, you’re asleep now… and maybe he didn’t get the pleasure of watching the show… but it’s still his job. It’s the least he can do after being away for so long.
Right?
#ummmm yeah jus spitting this out here#was really excited abt this one but liiiike#ew it’s sat in my google docs for like two months now#three maybe#next !#leon kennedy x you#leon s kennedy x reader#leon kennedy imagine#leon x reader#leon kennedy fanfic#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy smut#leon smut#yaps. ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚#late night stroll.˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.
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it dawns on me that pokemon is part of my life. like i will at least see pokemon on a daily basis. whether its the stuff i have the games i play the fics i read the arts i look the music i listen even the characters i think. pokemon basically becomes a part of me. idk i feel like thats something special. its not only part of my childhood but it follows me all the way to adulthood. i love pokemon 💕
#im gonna be broke when i go to the pkmn centers in japan lol#fafar yaps#i never regret the day my parents bought me a purple gameboy color n pkmn blue#...i think i playes blue#then yellow#then gold#then crystal#of course crystal being my fav childhood game n the one i have core memories of#i remember playing it secretly at night when im over at my grandparents hehe#i was so stoked to finally beat the e4#n then shocked to realize im able to travel to kanto#it was soooo late at night but i just gotta finish the ship event to vermillion at least haha#ah pkmn#about pokemon
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#hi#sorry for being so ia#I JUST DONT KNOW WJAT TO POST ANYMORE..#i mean im literally a mb acc what am i talking ab#RAHH IDK ANYMORE#this is tewww stressfull#who am i even talking to#the void#been ia bcz of school and stuff + i js feel like all of the mbs i make lately is ugly and im never satisfied#also i always say like “oh i need to make a new mb i havent made one in a while!!” and then i ditch it 10 mins later#kind of thinking of posting smaus here but im too lazy to do that and always continue it late at night#maybe?? sometimes my writing doesnt make sense and im grateful i didnt post this or that blah blah blah#anyways back to the ditch i go#will probably delete this later im just yapping about stuff#ㅡ kyu talks 💬
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if the version of dreamer in the concept trailer isn't released I'll kms.
#hannie yaps ✮⋆˙#late night despairs ✮⋆˙#LIKE DREAMER WAS ALREADY MY FAVOURITE SONG#imagine if they release this ver ill go feral#anyways goodnight pooksters
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