#my brain be like

[sicbaby]

two words .. stalker Leon!

oh yes…. my favorite leon <3

he’s so sweet and such a gentleman on the outside. but then he meets you. you’re so pretty, a little older than him and he feels like he’ll never have a chance with you. it unlocks a dark, fucked up side of him he never thought he had.

being a cop gives him a lil bit of a power trip.. he develops a complex over it. even though he’s too shy to actually approach you, he’ll use his cop skills to get around, just to see you.

at first it’s coincidental, at least, that’s what u think. he finds out ur favorite coffee shop and meets u there every morning. police officer kennedy. he’s an attractive young man, cute and sweet and super polite.

he’ll sit in his patrol car outside of your work. waits for u to get out if it’s slow and he’ll follow close behind, memorizing your schedule.

hes satisfied with just this for a few weeks. your short interactions in the morning at the coffee shop are enough for him. until it isn’t.

it’s like there’s an itch deep inside of him that he can’t scratch, can’t get rid of. he’s had enough following you around, jerking off in his patrol car outside of your work thinking about you.

he starts breaking into your house. it’s easy. he’s a cop, and you’re just a dumb girl who lives alone and accidentally left her back window unlocked.

he’s careful, not wanting to rearrange things to the point where it’s noticeable. he steals a few of your panties, and not the clean ones in your drawer.

sometimes he’ll break in just to nap in your bed, smelling you in the sheets until he’s drifted off into a comfortable slumber. other times he’ll use your dirty panties to jerk himself off, cumming in them so he doesn’t get your bed all dirty.

like i said before, cop power trip. he suddenly has a master plan. he starts stealing small items one by one, until you finally notice. you’re on edge, thinking you’re crazy.

you come into the coffee shop one morning, constantly staring off into space until leon asks you what’s wrong.

you confide in him, too easily. but he’s a cop, isn’t he? and he’s so sweet, he’ll be sure to take you seriously and help you out. “i’m sorry to hear that, miss. but rest assured, i won’t let anyone harm you. i’ll personally look into this matter and make sure you’re safe.”

he asks to come over, see if there’s any sign of a break in. he tells you that you “shouldn’t be alone in a time like this.” he drives you over to your house in his patrol car. you’re so easy.

he takes his time with you, though. making sure to listen to your every concern, walking around the house and observing everything closely.

but inside he felt so damn powerful, having you place so much trust in him was turning him on. you had no idea.

“you know, i’ve really gone above and beyond to assist you here. it’s only fair that you show me some appreciation now.”

he walks forward, gripping your chin tightly and forcing you to look at him. “thank me.” he commands, voice low.

you mumble out a quick thank you, your heart racing in fear.

“good girl.”

“now get on your knees. show me how grateful you really are.”

he’s surprised at how quickly you comply. though that confused and worried look on your face is so cute to him.

you were trembling, hands shaking as you reach out to touch him once he gets his cock out for you. he’s painfully hard, and you wonder how long he’s been that way.

he grabs fistfuls of your hair as you suck on his cock messily. your submission and your obedience surprises yet pleases him so much.

this was his reward, his twisted satisfaction, as you fulfilled your duty to thank him for his supposed help. and as you succumbed to his control, leon knew that you were finally his. his to possess, to dominate, and to use as he pleases.

youre sucking him so good, he starts groaning a bunch of different shit. mixture of praise and degradation. he lets it slip that he’s your stalker, the one that’s been stealing your panties and other valuable items from your home, as if it wasn’t already obvious enough.

though your eyes widen, pausing your ministrations on his cock and looking up at him. tears fill your eyes.

“such a pathetic little slut. you thought you could escape me, didn’t you? but now, you’re here, on your knees, ready to serve me. and those tears? they only make me want you more.”

he relishes in his power even more, grabbing your hair roughly and forcing you to continue. your tears, those pretty little desperate sounds escaping your throat only made the experience more pleasurable for him. he wanted nothing more than to degrade you, break you until you were nothing.

he’d definitely keep you forever after that. cover up your disappearance. make you his sweet little housewife that no one knows about. his pretty little secret <3

[theprodigypenguin]

Bro I had a dream last night where Dragon and the revs helped rescue Luffy from something and he's all exhausted but won't sleep and to calm him down Dragon sings a lullaby and Luffy recognizes it and immediately passes out and Dragon gives this gentle smile and goes "I've waited your whole life to sing that to you again" and then I woke up and I'm furious what the fuck, where did that come from that's so cute???? 😭😭😭😭😭

[tremordusk]

It hath begun… Arcane and AAA content is going to mix—

Get ready for two hyperfixations to collide—

[infernaleikon]

obikin au feat. anakin’s abysmal topping skills in which anakin and padme are a couple and while anakin is very hot and very cute and very eager, he's also not really good in bed but padme is too polite to tell him that. so she suggests they go to such a sex party/club to idk spice up their sex life and maybe secretly hopes that anakin learns a trick or two

anakin is obviously not very into the idea because as we all know he doesn't like to share but he goes because padme asks him to. he's tense and unhappy all the way there and once they get there, and it's awkward and uncomfortable and he hates so much how comfy padme seems, staying close to him but talking to other people, casually touching them, letting them touch her.

and then he makes eye contact across the room with obi-wan. obi-wan just smiles and nods slightly at him or something, just a minimal acknowledgement, and anakin is suddenly on fire, he even forgets about padme for a moment. he doesn’t know who that man is, doesn’t know his name, doesn’t know anything about him but something about him, something about having his attention, sets anakin’s whole being alight.

he starts to look for that stranger later that night because. well, he doesn't even really know why, he doesn't know him, they've never talked, and he's here with his girlfriend, who has her arm hooked through his. and then he spots obi-wan again

and either obi-wan is reclined on a chaise lounge or something, shirt opened and revealing his chest, while there's some guy on his knees in front of him giving him a blowjob. obi-wan has one arm draped over the back of the lounge and the other in the guy's hair, skipping between grabbing it and carding through it, and anakin is close enough that he can hear obi-wan praising the guy in a gentle, husky voice. he has a crisp accent and he’s speaking utter filth so softly that anakin’s toes curl from that alone. and then obi-wan looks up and their eyes meet again. anakin can't look away and obi-wan doesn't break eye contact either, seemingly holding anakin in place, while anakin can’t do anything but watch, enthralled, turned on, jealous, as obi-wan gets sucked off. and when obi-wan murmurs “good boy”, anakin could swear he’s talking to him.

anakin feels things he’s pretty sure he hasn’t felt before. he’s transfixed. he wants to be that guy on his knees, he wants those strong fingers in his hair and to have that stranger praise him. he wants his undivided attention. wants his hands, his voice, his cock, he wants to be good, he wants he want he wants. he even could be!! theoretically. padme suggested they come here and she left the option open to...explore other people.

AND/OR anakin finds obi-wan going down on a woman. and anakin is still/again feeling things. padme notices obi-wan too, notices the woman who looks like she’s seeing through time and space, and well, guess she found a teacher for anakin in obi-wan. padme approaches obi-wan, introduces herself, introduces anakin (who is losing his mind), and she asks if obi-wan would be willing to teach anakin how to do whatever obi-wan did to that woman. when obi-wan looks at him, it feels like anakin is burning up from the inside out.

it ends with obi-wan sitting by anakin's side and quietly telling him what to do, how and when to do it while anakin goes down on padme, and yeah, anakin very much does lose his mind. the way obi-wan says his name, the soft rasp of his voice, the accent, when he praises anakin for doing something well, anakin almost comes on the spot.

after that, anakin isn’t as uncomfortable about the sex club anymore. he keeps coming back, keeps seeking out obi-wan, keeps soaking up every ounce of attention he gets from him and it’s--so good. by the time he actually asks obi-wan to fuck him, he feels like he’s cheating. he’s not, technically, she’s here, and she’s even watching them, but it’s--it’s not just sex, and anakin knows it.

and so when obi-wan cups anakin’s throat to bend his head back so he can press his lips against his ear and ask, “will you think about me when you fuck her?” (it’s a question but it sounds like an order) on a particularly delicious thrust forward, all anakin can say is “yes”

[sweetlittlestarbursts]

Me: im sleep deprived, its 4 AM, i should sleep.

My brain: Bobadin. What would crosshair look like after a shower?Ahsoka episode 3! CODYWAN. Obi-Wan flirting with his enemies. Jangobi *SEXUAL TENSION.* Clones, clones ClOneS, and CLONES. SHIP EVERYONE WITH OBI-WAN!!! *evil laughter*

Bonus: Tup's lil man bun~♡♡♡

[antipathy-arsonist]

The statement “but what if…” is truly the worst thing to happen to people with anxiety disorders and or intrusive + compulsive thoughts since. Ever.

[cata613]

You get

Chillin out, take it slow

Then you rock out the show

[accidentallyatekneecaps]

The way I'm just constantly sitting here like I'm gonna make sure saiki has a nice meal and gets a good nap

Like I've made a post like this several times but my brain is just like fixated on it

[magic-mint]

On this episode of inside my brain:

"Is rice vegan?

Cause rice is way too fucking good to ever give up.

Wait we're not even going vegan, we're going pescitarian why do we care?

We can eat all the rice we want

Yummy sushi with rice

....

Oh shit I'm dumb

rice is a grain of course it's vegan"

[non-cannon]

Me: it's been several days since I last thought/daydreamed about any fanfic. Maybe we can fix that?

My Brain: You're in luck I feel like thinking about one of your favorite AUs.

Me: awesome! so are we thinking about a specific scene? or outline stuff? or what?

My Brain: tags

Me: What? My Brain: best I can do is thinking about what tags we'll put on it if we ever publish it to AO3

Me:

[lonestar-badash]

We talked about this @tastepleasure 👆🏼

BUT!

It’s kinda like this 👇🏼

[thatonepizzaman]

C l o w n s.

[puppys-rhythm-heaven]

having brainrot and also brain fog is hell cuz it's like. i have many rhythm heaven thoughts. but none of them are coherent-

[appleschloss]

Me: I havent been able to focus on the thing but at least I've mentally planned out how to do it-

Brain: we did the thing??

Me: No, we only *thought* about HOW to do the thing. Now we actually need to do-

Brain: we did! the thing!!!

Me: We haven't yet, we've only thought-

Brain: YAY!! We can move on now we did the thing!!!

[puppuptrixii]

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