#im sorry if its bad

[aryxchse]

can we get nsfw headcannons about our fav hispanic boy LEOOO 🙈

leo valdez nsfw headcanons (aged up)

a / n ; oh my gods YASS U CAN

warnings ; nsfw stuff again and reader is implied as female also cursing

- alright heres our fav whiny boii

- the most needy, whiny, pouty, baby-like boy you've ever seen

- the type of boy who says the most obsessive thing that makes you get soaked

- he'd be pretty insecure on your first time because you're the first girl he's ever did it and he knows nothing

- but he's a natural believe me

- 24/7 horny

- he always walks around the house like "looking good mama," even when you're just wearing some old, burned up shirt of his

- you can make him hard with just breathing

- a few times he camed first but he actually made up for it 🤭

- he's an adrenaline guy, it's his biggest kink like- if you're someone's sister like percy or jason, he is down to quickies so bad

- if you speak another language he's a goner

- he only speaks his mother language in bed and it's so fucking hot

- he's so good with his fingers

- you can get wet just from watching him working on something

- likes deep throating you with his fingers

- you guys do angry sex a lot because he's somehow always annoyed at something

- heat 👏🏻 play 👏🏻

- he did it one time accidently but you liked it and now he's doing it in a more controled way

- also so good with his mouth

- likes doggy

- he's totally an ass guy btw

- he'd beg you if you wanted to that's how pussy drunk he is

- and he would crawl to you

- man's whipped

- he's loud

- like, asmr type of loud

- morning 👏🏻 sex 👏🏻

- you can always find him in between your legs

- he'd live there if you let him

- the guy who holds your breasts so casually while you guys chill in his bed

- loves loves loves licking you

- makes jerking off jokes way more often

- anyways he's your slave and he's down for anything you want, he'd do anything to make his princesa happy

[c28hunter]

Well... I had to draw Kris in that outfit!

Probably not this good but well...

[youngdutchishot]

This is just some basic info about me!

He/Him

Ohh man I'm aroace!!/sil But, yeah, won't specify just thought to share (‘-’*)

Eighteen ·

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I probably wont post very often! I'm quite silly and the idea of strangers finding my goofy thoughts with such ease is a bit scary

[Oh and please- please, do not feel weary because I mentioned my struggle with socializing. I love when people see my stuff!! Don't feel hesitant or shy, engage!!! <33

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You might just see some rdr2 captures from me or random snippets of my head-canons! That is, if I ever get around to posting such c:

FANDOMS :

Red Dead Redemption I / II [special interest(?)]

[ i hardly ever acknowledge these but will engage if asked^ ]

idk slasher movies bro

EPIC: The Musical

The Walking Dead

My Little Pony

Stardew Valley

Little Nightmares

Gacha Life II ( not really since I barely even interact with that community :<

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fave rdr characters!!! [ you wont believe it../sar ]

Hosea Matthews, Dutch van der Linde!! yeahhh Arthur is up on the list too! And JOHN<33 I also really really loveeee Molly i would do anything for her (〃´∀｀) AND OMF LENNYYYYYYY!! my pookie baby boah hes very dear to me....

STUFF YOU CAN DO :

I'm pretty OK with most things! If you're chill and don't cross boundaries, I'll reciprocate! Unless you're- y'know, the obvious troll, or a complete utter bigot, yeah, I will ignore your existence and block. But other than that, if you're respectful, I really won't mind!!^^

You can definitely ask questions about me! That, I'm very open to!!

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PLEASE DO NOT :

act weird / sexual toward me, not exactly comfortable with that. Have some decency at the very least, please. :((

talk to me without tone tags, I struggle heavily with tone through text and if you even know the slightest bit about them, please do use them! If you're confused or don't want to, that's fine!! ( I put a site at the bottom that explains and showcases tone indicators btw!! )

private message!! That's a big no-no with me!!

call me by Edhem or Boris. I prefer Kieran or Stry / Sye(those two>>>), please use those to address me, thank you!!

here's my ao3 and carrd profile, too! I haven't published on ao3 just yet, but I plan to when I've fully gotten a grip of how the site exactly works.

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( obviously the card below's not mine!! rightful credits to the owner that took time out of their day to put this together — i'm certain it's somewhere on the site i am just blind^ )

that's all ty for reading this (^-^*)ノ

[charcharrealsmooth]

Reginald

Summary - Stan got a cat, Richie loves the cat, he wants to take him home with him

Stan opens the door with a kitten in his arms, finding an over-enthusiastic Richie Tozier on the other side. 

“Is this Reginald?” He asks, bouncing up and down where he stood.

“Yeah,” Stan says calmly, stroking the small tabby cat who seemed to have taken an interest in Richie. Reginald leans towards Richie, sniffing his hand as he goes to pet him. 

“I’m kidnapping him,” Richie declares, extremely sure of himself in this, as he looks at the cat with pure adoration. 

“No, you’re not.”

“Yeah I am! Y’know what, we’ll have a little competition. Whoever Reginald chooses gets to keep himl.” Richie guides Stan toward the sitting room, taking a spot on the floor, sitting criss-cross as Stan joined him, kneeling. “Put the cat on the ground, Stan,” he says, uncharacteristically serious. Stan obliges. 

“C’mere Reginald!” Richie says in an annoying high pitched voice.

“This is stupid.” Stan holds out his hand for Reginald to come to him. To his dismay, his cat seemed to much prefer the obnoxious calling of Richie Tozier.

“I got him!” Reginald climbs into Richie’s lap and curls up there, Richie sticks his tongue out at Stan. “How’s it feel to have lost the affections of your own, well, what used to be, your cat?”

“You’re not keeping my cat, Richie,” Stan says sternly, rolling his eyes. 

“Uh, yes I am, I’m the chosen one!” Richie says, getting up and taking the cat as he heads to the door.

“You’re an idiot.” Stan takes Reginald back and leads Richie to the door. “You can go now.” He rolls his eyes.

“You love me really,” Richie says, as he exits, Stan rolls his eyes once more.

[nextstopparis]

HI YOUR MAJESTY CAN YOU DO THE I WANT A BABY MEME WITH THE BBCM GANG

https://www.boredpanda.com/i-want-baby-boyfriend-prank-text/?utm_source=google&utm_medium=organic&utm_campaign=organic

i tried my hardest bestie here you go i feel a bit undeserving of the ur majesty thing now though i hope u like it😫😫

[puragranada]

Louis and Claudia, dancing in the sunlight

[electricpurrs]

i thought the "AND THE CROWD GOES HOME" style jokes were very funny but unfortunately my autistic ass has now become obsessed with just spamming these emojis on everything i say for dramatic effect to an obnoxious level LOOK AT THESE GUYS ☝️‼️💯💪☝️💥‼️🔥💯💪‼️💯☝️☝️☝️☝️

[hai-nae]

uno reverse

[parisoonic]

The Teufort Grandmaster (Archimedes) remains undefeated. I shared [this] with a pal and knew what I needed to do.

[kazzikkiii]

having bpd is actual hell on earth cause no one tries to fucking understand you and they write you off as being difficult and too much and they leave and we’re left with this fucking personality disorder that consumes my entire fucking existence and they act like its THEIR inconvenience that IM ill.

[hinamie]

round 2 of prelim designs for @philosophiums n my lovechild of an au

first year trio

[i-got-hit-by-a-planet]

so now there are cousins. alright

[suntails]

toot toot!

[collophora]

Do yourself a favor and go read the entire fanfic work of @fanfoolishness

(In order: Under sun and shade, Blind Side, and Breathless (patching up is one of my fav too, I just had no cool sketch idea for it)

[sbeana]

the pool scene

[rafey-baby]

clumsy

cw: yoga instructor!Rafe being touchy and suggestive (is he even talking about yoga atp?)

wc: 890

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Thinking thoughts about yoga instructor!Rafe who’s always correcting clumsy!reader’s posture with a warm palm on her waist. Pushing her forward with a soft press of his big hand against her back; tapping her thigh to get her to switch into a better position.

Heady breaths tickling her ear when he mumbles out advice on how to get the stretch to feel deeper, murmuring soft words of encouragement in a certain cadence that makes her tingle, something profound in her tummy flutter. 

He’d mumble out insane things that never fail to make her brain short-circuit. 

“This one’s a bit of a harder one but I know you can take it, yeah?” 

“Shit, you’re getting so good at this.” 

“You feel that?”

She signed up for the yoga class in order to help her achy muscles relax a bit, not expecting the instructor to be so…hot (for the lack of better words). Therefore, che can’t possibly focus her attention on his directions since all she can concentrate on is the way his muscles ripple under his shirt and his beefy forearms flex whenever he’d demonstrate a new pose with sweat glittering on his forehead. 

He’d make rounds around class and help everyone get their form right and whenever he’d get to her his hands would always linger for longer than necessary, making her assume she simply needed more assistance since she hadn’t really been paying attention when he was explaining it at the front.

“Clumsy little thing, huh?” He’d playfully mock her when the minute his hands weren’t supporting her she’d stumble on her feet.

Then one day after class when nearly everyone’s left and there’s only a few people loitering around, gathering their things, Rafe pads over to her.

She’s in the midst of taking a sip from her water bottle and his tall frame approaching her makes her look up; he’s clad in a black pair of workout shorts and a dark grey t shirt. Her gaze stalls on the way his tongue pokes out to lick over his pillowy lips.

“Hey, so I thought I could go over that one pose with you one more time. Just so you really get it for next time, yeah?” He suggests, merely wanting to help out the poor girl who’s always struggling in the back of his class. 

“Oh, um— sure,” she answers, embarrassment painting over her features because she knows exactly what he’s referring to; a specific position where she had toppled over and hit the floor, making Rafe’s eyes widen in concern and the other people around her gasp and ask if she was okay. 

It didn’t really even hurt that much, she thinks. At least not as much as her flimsy ego that got bruised up in the midst of it all, trying to cover up how humiliated she had felt with a small laugh, climbing back up to stand on wobbly legs accompanied by a flushed face.  

At this point they’re the only people left and she suddenly feels all too nervous because she’s never been alone with him before. Her inhales and exhales are turning labored, intractable. And she’s not sure whether her clamorous respiration is echoing in the empty room or in the empty halls of her mind. She mentally crosses her fingers and wishes it’s the latter, stepping on top of her shamrock-colored yoga mat. 

“So, what you wanna do is concentrate your weight on this leg, so you don’t lose your balance,” he taps her right thigh and she nearly stumbles on her feet once again; the corners of his mouth tugging up. “And then bend the other one right here, you think you can do that?” 

“Mhm,” she hums as she moves her limbs in the way he’s patiently instructing her to. 

“Just like that,” blue hydrangea eyes are glued to her, making her think he can read right through her as she swallows at the praise. 

“Then, you gotta lean your weight here,” he settles a hearty hand on her right upper arm, thumb mindlessly skating over her burning skin as she does just that. 

“There you go, Bambi,” he murmurs and a pomegranate tinge blushes over her cheeks at the nickname, rounded eyes trying to blink away the haze that clouds over them. 

“You feel it here?” His fingertips graze over her inner thigh and she manages a nod, limbs feeling mellow and spongy all of a sudden.

“Good, good,” he breathes out and her brain turns into a knotted ball of wool at his intoxicating proximity. 

”And if you ever feel like you’re gonna fall, just focus on a specific spot on the floor or the wall or anything, it’ll help, alright?” The words sound almost gravelly when he rasps them out as his palms rest on her waist, strong arms steadying her. 

”Okay…thanks,” she manages out, sucking in some air her lungs are screaming for since apparently she’s forgotten how important breathing is. 

He then pushes her forward a little, making her let out a small noise from the back of her throat in surprise. The sudden stretch of the position she’s now in making her gasp.

“I know, feels good, huh?” 

”Uh— yeah,” she squeaks out, feeling the cotton material of her panties dampening at the way he’s speaking to her; her thoughts turning into something indecent, muddy...