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PH MY GAWD

୨୧﹕fem!reader, leon is finally home! c:

the door slammed shut like a gunshot, and then—boots. heavy. fast. familiar. you barely had time to turn before leon was on you.

not the polished agent they saw on the outside. no mission smile. no bureaucratic clean-cut charm. just him—blood-slick knuckles, sweat-drenched shirt clinging to his body, hair a wild mess like he ran through hell and forgot to come out the other side. his blue eyes locked on you, burning with a hunger that had nothing to do with food.

“jesus, leon—” you started.

he didn’t let you finish.

he grabbed you, hard, mouth crashing into yours, tongue already forcing its way in like he hadn’t tasted you in years—and fuck, he hadn’t. his body was vibrating with tension, his hands clawing at your clothes like they were the only thing between him and salvation. maybe they were.

"missed you," he growled into your mouth, voice hoarse, animal, not the usual quiet drawl. "missed this fucking pussy more than anything."

he ripped your shirt, buttons scattering like shrapnel, mouth instantly diving to your tits—sucking, biting, like he was starving, desperate. his hands palmed your ass, lifting you, carrying you like nothing, like you weighed less than a whisper, throwing you down on the bed you used to share before raccoon city, before tall oaks, before it all went to hell.

then he tore your panties off. literally tore.

you weren’t even wet yet—but your body didn’t need foreplay. his fucking presence was foreplay. your clit throbbed under the heat of that stare, that posture—spine curved like a predator, breath ragged, chest heaving as he stripped off his shirt and holster, still caked in the dirt and sweat of war.

and then you saw it.

his cock. thick. red. angry. slapping up against his abs. veins throbbing like it was about to burst from the sheer pressure of how long he’d held back.

“i’ve been thinking about this every fucking day,” he muttered, crawling over you. “every fucking night. couldn’t jerk off, couldn’t even touch myself. i wanted to save it for you. wanted to give you everything.”

and then he did.

no prep. no hesitation. just need.

he shoved his cock into your pussy so hard you screamed. not in pain. in release. your body stretching to take him, walls clenching around the thick intrusion, thighs flying open to accommodate his insane pace. he didn’t start slow. he started like a beast.

"fuck—le—" you gasped, trying to breathe.

he just snarled, "shut up. take it."

and you did. you fucking took it.

every brutal thrust slammed into your cervix, pushed the air out of your lungs, made your toes curl and your nipples stiffen. his hands gripped your thighs, pinning them open, pushing your knees to your shoulders until you were folded like a toy, his cock slamming into the deepest parts of you, the squelch of your wet pussy filling the room louder than your moans.

"fucking tight," he growled. "like this pussy knew it was mine and it just waited. you waitin’ for me, baby? huh?"

you nodded, but he wasn’t having that.

“say it. say it while i’m fucking ruining this pretty little hole.”

“i—i waited for you,” you sobbed, your body rocking up the bed from the sheer force of his pounding.

his grin was feral. “good girl.”

he grabbed your jaw, made you look at him while he fucked you. eye contact, deep and unblinking, watching your face twist with every stroke, watching the tears gather at the corners of your eyes and fall.

then he spat on your face.

just a thick string of it, right onto your cheek, thumb smearing it over your skin like a brand.

“you’re mine. you fucking hear me?”

you nodded. again.

he pulled out suddenly, flipping you like a rag doll onto your stomach, dragging your hips back so your ass was high in the air. you whimpered, cunt dripping, twitching with need. he lined up again and this time—

slam.

you cried out as he buried himself deep in one brutal stroke, his balls slapping your clit with every thrust. you could hear the slick smack smack smack of his cock destroying you from behind, could feel the bed frame creaking under the pressure, like the damn thing might break under his rage-fueled fucking.

his hands grabbed your hair, yanked your head back.

“i dreamed about this,” he hissed into your ear. “dreamed about your ass bouncing on my cock. you think i forgot what this pussy felt like? you think i forgot how you moan when i do this—”

he angled deeper, cock pushing up against that tender spot that made your legs go numb.

you screamed.

and he laughed.

“yeah. that’s what i fucking thought.”

then he spanked you—hard. once. twice. over and over, watching the red handprints bloom across your ass like flowers of pain and pleasure.

you clenched.

he felt it.

“ohhh, you liked that, huh?” his voice was pure grit now, barely human. "fuck—clenching around me like a fucking vice. like your cunt’s trying to milk my dick already. you gonna cum, baby?"

"yes," you sobbed, drooling into the sheets, body a helpless, overstimulated wreck. “i’m gonna cum—leon—please—”

“then fucking cum.”

and you did.

you screamed his name like it was the only word you knew. your pussy pulsed around him like it was trying to pull the soul from his cock, spasming violently, squirting just a little, enough to soak the sheets.

but he wasn’t done.

not even close.

he kept fucking you through it, chasing his own end like a man possessed.

“i’m gonna fill this pussy. you hear me? i’m gonna fill it till it’s dripping out of you for fucking days.”

you whimpered something—didn’t even know what—but he didn’t care. he gripped your hips, dug his fingers in, and with one final thrust, he shoved so deep you felt it in your guts.

then he came.

hot. violent. endless. you felt it flood you, thick ropes of cum painting your walls, dripping out of you almost instantly from how full you were. he stayed buried, grinding his cock inside like he could push it deeper, like he could plant something in you and make it stick.

his forehead dropped to your back. he was panting like he ran a marathon.

“fuck,” he breathed. “you’re mine. mine.”

and you knew he wasn’t done.

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Clear Night Sky

an animation test, I like to animate wagging tails :> also, front view bonus for 2k followers on Twitter ^ o^

I love these dorks, they are my comfort ♥

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Office Au teasing!

It's been a while! Jax is such an awkward dumbass and can only show affection like a little boy on the playground.

...Zooble proceeds to send Jax a long PDF file in the evening. lol

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my favorite shots of din djarin per episode: tbobf ch 5 - "return of the mandalorian"

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On Leia's end, she knows everyone who has met Luke has crushed on him (some of them can never get over him, sorry Lando and Wedge). When she eventually meets Din, she's shocked to find out that her new brother-in-law is so unbothered by her sheer reputation and approves of Luke's choice of partner.

honestly leia and din are such a great brother-and-sister-in-law combo bc she's in the know on ALL of galactic politics whereas din is... din

leia: name one political event in the last 20 years din: uh... luke did some... stuff to the imps? i think leia: luke: i mean he's not wrong

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Concept: curly hugging Anya and she feels very warm and safe in his arms :)

My headcanon is that after Anya told Curly about being pregnant, they spent the night together in the lounge. Anya didn't want to be alone, and the nighttime screen comforted her, so Curly just sat there with her. Holding her close and gently rubbing her back, falling asleep together. It was the last time they ever held each other, the last time they spent so close. Anya faintly remembers the smell of his jacket, the sound of his heartbeat. She felt so safe, so protected, and for the first time, Curly actually slept that whole night

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"As long as I'm fit to fly in your eyes..."

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anya comforting curly and a weird post canon ghost au kind of thing??

and some doddles of them surviving and healing together because they deserve it

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Hey guys, I'm alive 🗣️

Guess what I got for you... EXACTLY CURLY AND ANYA🎉🍻

+ This Daisuke and Swansea thing

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They deserve to be happy together 😭💕

extra:

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:'3

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Headcanon about Anya because appearently what happened to her in game wasn't sad enough to me

(could be interpreted and curly x anya but tbh I'm more into them for how much more the events of the game would fucking hurt if you see their relationship that way)

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CREEK!!!!!!!!!!

You have no idea how long it took me to make this, BUT I'm so happy to finally post it¡¡¡

You wanna know what happened next? Who is talking to Tweek?? What is the next part I am going to illustrate????? Then you should read the fanfic that inspired me¡

✨ Click me I'm the fanfic ✨

This comic is based on @larsforevermore 's story ❤ I just made the art ❤ You should follow her she is amazing at story telling ✨

I'm probably going to make a part 2, but not as a direct continuation. More like the parts that I like the most or maybe people's favorites parts, the most iconic ones(? We'll see, but I'm not making promises.

BONUS:

I really wanted to show how Craig sees Tweek vs the reality. So yeah page 3 is just a fantasy made by Craig's hormones and this last drawing is a more accurate representation of what is going on.

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So, what's everyone's kill count? Just curious :]

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it's they

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real

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AAAAHHH bunnydolll!!!!

This is how I saw their dynamic for the longest time and it’s never left my mind so I decided to doodle it finally!

(This is also slightly inspired by another comic(s) I can’t remember on the top of my head, but if I find the original comic(s) i’ll be sure to tag the people who made them in the comments if I can find them/remember to!)