#sorry lol ! /s

[zekuto]

i was obsessed the first time i saw someone post leon on that stupid panda rocker but i was never able to find raw footage of it lol, so i decided to compile leon with all the playground interactions because i love him <3

[golyadkin]

Gee ma I wanna go home

[blueberrytwist]

CHOOSE YOUR CHAMPION

[uhseraph]

uh

[mountainshroom]

Some few months old Serennedy sketches i never posted but i found collecting dust rip

[mohavesun]

leon roommate au part 2 :) pt 1 is here

warnings: 18+, leon being pathetic, begging, worshipping (?), degrading kink, masturbation, dom/sub, reader is dominant. a bit of overstimulation.

———————————————————————

leon’s behavior only got worse as time went on.

it was a one-time occurrence, and he never intended it to repeat.

but it did.

one, then twice, then three times.

what made it worse was that he was still leon, still the boy you considered your best friend. he was sweet, considerate, always bringing you your favorite pastry from the lounge, always helping you with your studies. he couldn’t only imagine how you would feel if you knew how perverted he had become.

it all came to a standstill when you came back early from class.

leon had reached a new low—now, instead of using your clean, fresh underwear to huff while jerking himself off, he had graduated to using the pair of underwear you had worn the night before.

he just couldn’t help it. once you left the room, he saw the light pink fabric of the lacy panties with a bow on the front, just sitting in your hamper, begging for his attention. he fished it out, mouth watering when he saw the slightly darker fabric, right were your cunt would be pressed against the clothing. you must’ve been wet at some point during the day, because the fabric was still slightly moist.

oh, god. this was a dream come true for your sweet, innocent roommate. almost like an animal, he brought the panties to his face, sniffing the scent of your vagina, licking the wetness that tasted like honey on his tongue. he was so caught in the bliss of finally—finally tasting you, he completely ignored how hard his cock was. he let out a soft groan, still knelt by your wicker basket of dirty clothes, pressing the panties into his face as though it was the most delectable thing in the world. his lust was something else entirely now. obsession? maybe. all he knew for sure was that he was deeply in love with you. and that he was absolutely, horribly pathetic.

his tongue lapped at the remains of your sweet nectar, desperate to taste every last drop, hopelessly and shamelessly, to the point that he almost even felt guilty for being such a creep.

he was so lost in the heavenly sensation of your panties, that he didn’t even hear the door open. all he heard was the drop of a backpack, snapping him out of his haze, snapping his head to look at where the thud had originated from.

your face alone sent a sinking feeling into his stomach.

your eyes were wide with shock, brows raised and mouth fallen agape. those beautiful lips that he loved so, so much, hanging open in surprise (and maybe disgust? he was far too horny to be able to read anything right).

“leon?” was all you stammered out. you had noticed some of your underwear going missing, only to return to your drawer the next day. but leon? leon would never. leon was sweet, he was gentle, caring, and not at all disrespectful or dirty. or were you just not paying attention? had you been so absorbed into idolizing him that you forgot he was, at the end of the day, a man?

and yet, there he was. your roommate, your study-buddy, your crush, your best friend—with a pair of your panties in his mouth, lips open and tongue resting on his bottom teeth. there was no way.

“oh—fuck.” was all leon could say, swallowing hard, the adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he did. his mind was scrambling for some sort of sorry excuse, but nothing could come to mind. he was far too lost in his hormones to be able to form a proper thought. and to make it worse, to have him watch you in the act? it sent a throb to his cock.

that’s when your eyes fell from his face, to his erection, which was blatantly visible through his joggers.

“what… the fuck.” your mouth was dry, shock taking hold of every ounce of your being. he had never been creepy with you, never crude or lewd. hell, you’ve never even seen him checking out any woman.

“i’m so… so sorry!” leon finally came to his senses, dropping the underwear and nervously chewing his bottom lip. “i-it’s not… i, i mean, it’s not what you…”

“what are you doing?” you slam the door behind you, bounding over to him and swiping the panties from the floor. “were you… are you stealing my underwear?”

leon shook his head vehemently. “no! no, no, i swear!” it was true. he hadn’t stolen your underwear. merely sniffing them and jerking off… which is not any better, really.

you frowned, an obvious sign of disappointment. “is that why my underwear randomly goes missing for a day, only to show up the next? oh my god. i cant believe it. you’re a perv! you’re… you’re a total creep.”

he flinched at your words. despite the burning sensation of shame, your words sent a wave of arousal through him. he had never suspected he was into degradation, but…

you could tell he was even more turned on, his cheeks growing even darker, as if it were possible. “oh my god. you like that?” you scoff, crossing your arms with a smug expression, brows creased.

all he could say was, “i’m sorry.” in his defense, he really did seem sorry. he was almost on the brink of tears, looking like a lost puppy on the floor, still on his knees. “i-i’m sorry.”

“leon…” you say slowly, as if weighing the odds. okay, you did have a crush on him, and of course you had lusted after him ever since you met him. and it was a little charming, seeing him so desperate and pleasing at your feet. eventually, you found the words you wanted. “beg.”

his eyes widened. “beg?” he repeated, trying to understand what you mean.

oh. oh!

he clasped his hands together. “i’m sorry. i’m sorry, please, please forgive me. please. you don’t know how sorry i am.” his voice was wavering—he was being serious. despite his serious desire to please you, he was also painfully aware of how hard he was.

you smiled at him.

his heart fluttered. how absolutely precious it was to him, to see you smile, despite how much you ought to hate him.

“oh.” he whispered, looking up at you in adoration, waiting for your next command. eventually, a moment of silence, he hopefully asks, “so… you aren’t mad?”

maybe you should be mad. he’s invaded your privacy, he’s violated your very innocence. and yet… he looked so sweet when he looked up at you with wide, glassy eyes. and now was the time to live your dream, right?

“leon. if you really want me to forgive you…” your eyes scanned his body. he was knelt on his knees, hands held together. his shoulders were slumped, hopeless, degenerate. and between his legs, his throbbing erection painted a slightly dark stain on his gray sweatpants. you held out the pair of panties in front of him. “keep going.”

keep going? his heart skipped a beat. he didn’t even question you. he snagged the panties from your hands, pressing them into his face, his tongue dragging across the slightly sticky fabric, the tangy taste like heaven. and now that you were watching? he felt like he was going to blow up, his cock almost hurting from how hard he was. his left hand pressed the fabric to his face, his right hand fishing his thick hard-on from his pants. his movements were slow, embarrassed. there was no doubt about it— he was shy.

despite his shaking fingers, he slipped his cock free from its confines, and his eyes watched you as your tongue licked your top lip.

pre-cum seeped down the tip, sticky, his veins throbbing from neglecting his desires for so long. he let out a muffled cry as his hands slowly pumped his shaft. it was only them that you spoke again.

“you’re so pathetic. hold out your hand.” you commanded, arms crossed. leon followed your request, holding his hand out.

you spat onto his hand, gracing him with your saliva to jack himself off with. he let out a sigh. “oh, god… thank you. thank you,” leon stammered, immediately going back to pumping his thick, throbbing manhood. the feeling of spit—your spit—slicked up and down his dick was insane. “so—so pretty. oh, god, you’re so beautiful, i… fuck, fuck… i-i’m so… you’re so perfect…” he felt like he could bust right there, his balls twitching from the intensity.

“please… can i… can i cum?” he begs, eyes wide and looking pleadingly at you for permission.

“but you just started,” you raise a brow, grinning as you looked at him. “you can’t stop now. keep going.”

leon let out a high-pitched whine, jerking himself off faster, only to slow down once more, his breath heavy and uneven. he could feel your gaze on him, almost is if you enjoyed watching him torture himself.

but god, it felt good. better than when he touched himself all alone. he had no idea shame could feel so good.

“please. please, i… oh, god, i can’t do this much longer,” leon whimpered, sniffing and huffing your panties like he was running out of air. he let out a series of low cries, his hips beginning to buck sloppily into his fist, his pace growing uneven. he moaned, pleading, “please. please, i-i can’t… i…”

you felt a stirring sensation of guilt for making him torture himself. but you’d be lying if your panties weren’t soaked right now… which gave you an entirely new idea. you reached under your skirt slowly, thumbs hooking the sides of your panties, pulling them down slowly.

his eyes were wide. as if he knew what was going on, he dropped the panties he had previously been sniffing.

stepping out of the underwear, you took the fabric in your hands, placing it on your palm before shoving it into his face. he gasped, licking ferociously at your soaked panties, as if it was your pussy itself. he couldn’t take it anymore. the taste of your fresh slick was enough for him to cum, his seed shooting onto the floor, spilling on his knuckles. his moaning and crying was muffled by the panties you held on his mouth, but his eyes rolled back, and his hips were stuttering, thighs quivering.

“god, you’re desperate…” you mused, watching his orgasm tear through him.

leon babbled something that you couldn’t quite understand as you pulled the panties from his face, dropping them to the floor. he was quick to scoop up the underwear, holding it in his hands like a precious jewel. drool dribbled down his chin as he came down from his high, arguably the most intense orgasm of his life.

you just smiled at him, shaking your head. “you’re forgiven.”

[alienssstufff]

YCAO!Ethubs err

ch6 spoilers ig?????

[charmac]

Mac and Dennis Break Up | Charlie and Dee Find Love

[sebfreak]

From 😇 to 😈

[reineydraws]

i was in a waiting room a few nights ago keeping myself occupied by doodling smth inspired by the band au (read his band au fic!!!) by @manofbeskar on my phone (see above) and then when i dug through some older doodles i found another one inspired by his s-lion au! (see below)

thank u for keeping the mishanks brain turning with all your amazing art and fic!!!

[onismdaydream]

based off this idea from @misscimi

mdni 18+. fem/afab reader. incest (sibling). unprotected p in v. rough sex. dirty talk. creampies. use of handcuffs. cop!leon. leon is not a good person. not proofread.

┌──────────────═━୨୧━═──────────────┐

there were certain perks to being a cop. going through red lights, getting free coffee, having instant 'get out of jail free' cards. the list goes on.

another thing was that leon could take you to a secluded area where he knew the two of you wouldn't be bothered. in the forest that was in the outskirts of town, the dark and full foliage keeping everything concealed. all the officers knew of this place — a place where you could let off some steam. do the things you wanted to do without the fear of getting (publicly) caught. drugs and prostitutes were the common choice.

for leon, though, his guilty pleasure was fucking his cute little sister senseless. making you scream and cry on his cock was his favorite way to unwind.

leon pushed you against the cool metal of the hood of his cop car, his large hand in the middle of your shoulder blades to keep you in place. he had already stripped you down and handcuffed you, the metal digging into your wrists whenever you wiggled too much. you were hesitant when he suggested the restraints at first, nervous at the idea of being so helpless, but leon — the smooth talker that he is — eventually persuaded you. though you didn't know that you didn't really have a choice to begin with. now, you instinctively cross your wrists at the small of your back whenever he brought you here.

his other hand was holding his thick cock, guiding it up and down your dripping slit and relishing in the way your whole body tensed when he teased your hole. he loved you like this, so easy and pliable.

"you want it, baby?" he emphasized the question by slapping your clit with his tip, chuckling darkly as you whined. "gotta ask for it, then."

"please..." your voice was pathetic almost, so breathy and he had barely done more than groped your body. suddenly, your face was shoved against the car, his hand on the back of your head rough.

"you know that's not right."

"leon," you tried, tears prickling at your lash line at the dull pain, but his grip didn't loosen. "need you so bad, big brother, please."

"there you go." his hand trailed down, squeezing the back of your neck for a moment before he grabbed the handcuffs. "don't worry, lil sis. big brother is gonna make you feel so good."

with that as his warning, he quickly snapped his hips forward, pushing half of his length into your cunt. leon's moan was drowned out by your scream, a lopsided smile pulling at his lips when you cried out his name — his favorite sound.

he kept up the brutal pace, barely allowing you time to adjust as he pounded into you from behind, skin slapping skin echoing in the trees around you.

"so fucking tight every time," leon huffed, one of his hands on the hood of the white car to hold him up. "you'd think you'd be looser by now. considering how often i'm fucking this pussy."

"l-leon..!" you cried out, the way he bullied his cock against your walls made you dizzy. but it also made you even wetter, your arousal sliding down your thighs.

"yeah, you love your brother's cock, don't you?"

you nodded, your cheek rubbing against the smooth metal as he quickly thrust his length inside of you. you could feel your face heat up from the lewd schlick schlick schlick of your fucking.

"wanna hear you say it," he growled, yanking on the handcuff chain and pulling you to his chest. the new position gave leon the perfect angle to prod at that gummy spot, making you whine again.

"love it! love big brother's cock! n-no one else can — ah!" your mouth hung open, eyes rolling back as his other hand snaked around your body, thumb rubbing at your swollen clit.

"fuck!" leon hissed when your pussy clamped down around him, your walls pulsating with your growing orgasm. his thrusts became more sloppy, curses spilling from his mouth as your cunt kept sucking him in. "'m gonna cum."

a few more rolls of his hips and leon came with a loud groan, his fingers pinching at your clit making you tumble over the edge as well. the hot and sticky fluid slowly leaked from your pussy as he pulled out, the thick drops falling to the ground below.

"did so good, sis." leon praised, letting your spent body relax against the car, far too tired to even try to stand on your own. his eyes flicked to the windshield, smirking to himself as he saw the light of the dash cam. "i really needed that."

[puppyeared]

Dear Wormwood PART 1

(slight tw for bright color at the end)

[spikyshores]

[silusvesuius]

drawings of @gutztism's idea 😼 get horsed

[alianarepasa]

SPOILER TO THE SMG3'S SUSSY NOTEBOOK!! I SUGGEST YOU INSTANTLY SCROLL UP OR DOWN IF YOU DON'T WANNA SEE THEM!!!

So... my friend RabbitDemon leaked SMG3's notebook, and now I doodled them... oops-

SEPARATED IMAGE:

sorry for the last part ended with angst-

[mountainshroom]

Happy holidays you funky people and thank you so much for this year!!