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[s1aywalker]

i love watching hayden's movies when i'm having a bad day because no matter what kind of day i'm having, they're having an even worse one.

[wherenymphsroam]

getting bratty with Leon.

strung out and high off multiple orgasms he’s already yanked from you, and you swear you’re close to just going nonverbal. with the last vestiges of strength you have, you meet his eyes, squinting and letting your brows pinch in a way that is nothing short of condescending. even in your position, lying beneath him with your knees bent and thighs spread wide, you dare to laugh in his face.

“really?” you pant, head bobbing with the force of his already sharp thrusts. “that all you got? I can barely feel it..”

and something inside him just…. clicks. oh. you wanted to play real dirty tonight didn’t you?

with a growled laugh, he shakes his head, and the smile that stretches across his lips doesn’t quite meet his eyes. when he looks up at you from under his brows, his eyes are no longer that bright, cerulean blue you fawn over in the sunlight. the moon is high, and they’re now painted with a tide of dark watered desire only you could string out of him.

“hm. can ‘barely feel it’, huh?” he scoffs, entertaining your obviously baseless, outright stupid taunting. you both know he was already grazing your cervix with each burial of his hips.

suddenly, that threat, that graze of his tip is flush with the deepest parts of you as he roughly takes one thigh in his grip, throwing it over his shoulder. you can only get out a squeak of his name before he’s leaning down, bringing you chest to chest and drilling himself within you, hard and deep. a man on a damn mission.

“don’t worry. you’re gonna feel it when I fucking come inside you.”

[cigarettefawn]

♱ when i wake up in my makeup (intro) <3

♰ astrid, bisexual, infp, music luvr, afro indian, minor.

♰ lana del rey, the smashing pumpkins, mazzy star, ethel cain, chappell roan, cocteau twins, jeff buckley, fiona apple, crystal castles, pastel ghost, imogen heap, marina, hole, etc

♰ mia goth, witchcraft, winona ryder, films, letterboxd, pinterest, christina ricci <3

dni: porn blogs, -phobes, racists, bigots, l*lita/older men romanticizers, etc. x

[sunrisemill]

HELPP 😭😭

“Ego inflating like the blueberry in Willy Wonka”

[sweetheart-headspace]

I dislike when people get mad over people calling rdr character cowboys . . like yes they aren't technically but it's not super deep . . and the term cowboy is misinterpreted already anyway . Also Arthur and John had literally been called cowboys in the game . So even if it isn't down-to-the-definition-correct , what people mean by cowboy isn't that off either . If that makes sense

[mwarlyn]

(✿◠ᴗ◠) hii babie ! 🌀🫧☁️🍡🌸 thought of you two today ..

HIHIEE FEMI AAGAHSAA OH MY GOSH ? ! ? ‘m BAWLING . the way i screamed n’ started running laps around m’ house — AAAA i think i malfunctioned as soon as i laid eyes on this piece . this ‘s so heartfelt n’ sweet of you omg i can never repay you ! i can’t even begin to express how much i adore this ‘cause i genuinely can’t put it into words , your art style is so beautiful n’ i feel so giddy knowing that you decided to draw me and scaramouche out of everything ? ! ૮ ⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ·̭ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝ ྀིა ‘m cherishing this so dearly n’ close to my heart . ‘ve been constantly staring at this gift and catch myself smiling . . like when i ws cooking dinner i js couldn’t stop going back to my phone and taking a peek 🥹 i definitely need to add this to my home screen as a widget s’ i can look at it daily — it’ll b my daily boost of serotonin . frm the bottom of my heart . . . THANKU thnku so much . . 🌸🎀 i love this endlessly , and i love ﾉ u ﾉ endlessly ! ! !

[trauma-loop]

darling saying something that is 10000% not directed at me:

my insane brain: it's about me. he's in love with me. I'm the love of his life.

[studyhrs]

⊹ ˚ ׅ

𝓱𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐 , i go by rara < 3

i ‘m an a-level student studying biology, chemistry

psychology . i aspire to study medicine and hope

this blog will help me stay consistent with the

studying and help me actually get there — fingers

crossed ! i’m british + a poc and am self studying

pics will be from pinterest unless otherwise stated !!

[strongheartneteyam]

hi y'all it's been a while I just wanna say it doesn't matter in how many other hyperfixations I get into and how many new fictional husbands I get, Neteyam still is my number one. He's still my ideal man (male alien lol) in virtually every aspect or I could even say every aspect. I will always be down bad for him. That's all. Thank you for coming to my TED talk. Much peace ✌🏻

[maeby-cursed]

ur blog gives such a comforting aura hello TT

oh my god hi !! ☆☆ wow, new mootie in the midst of my tumblr drought ? im a lucky rabbit ! thank you so so much for your kind words, this blog is literally my apartment which i burn to the ground and rebuild once a month ! i love your blog though ! it's so rad and full of music artists (i need music injected into my veins) like a lil underground vinyl store,, sigh im in love !

[s1aywalker]

꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ a cross on her bedroom wall, from grace she will fall. ꨄ

↷ ✩ —— alyssa, she/her, twenties, sagittarius, editor, metalhead. james kelly's legal wife. minors dni | 18+ ♡ this is a hayden hub dedicated to tossing all my character thoughts / edits / fanfic recs / sometimes my own writing into one place.

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ navigation: ↷

—— links: personal blog. tiktok. spotify. bots.

about me ↬ your local metalhead mom. i promise my name is actually alyssa, i don't associate with miss girl from laah. i've been wasting time in photoshop and writing since the beginning of time— i have several roleplay blogs for several hayden characters, and maybe i'll give them out if everybody promises to be extra cool about it. requests are open !

↳ ⋆˚࿔ anakin skywalker 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

tba.

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playlist.

↳ ⋆˚࿔ sam monroe 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

playlist. ghostface! playlist.

video store clerk: headcanons (sfw), headcanons (nsfw)

alt! reader girlfriend headcanons (nsfw)

↳ ⋆˚࿔ a.j. 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

playlist.

↳ ⋆˚࿔ clay beresford 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

playlist.

↳ ⋆˚࿔ leo campoli 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

tba.

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playlist.

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playlist.

↳ ⋆˚࿔ david rice 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

tba.

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tba.

[wherenymphsroam]

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.

[ceruleanjinx]

on my sixth arcane rewatch and i dont think ill ever get over just how much ca!t caused problems, i gett it she thought it was for the best but the fact she kept repeatedly getting in the way of vi and jinx only further pressed the conflict

if ca!t trusted vi, then she wouldve let vi actually talk to jinx but no she literally used vi like a guard dog on a tight leash

[sunrisemill]

I make myself giggle more than anyone else 🤭🤭

[sweetheart-headspace]

also what are your favorite songs rn??? :)))

-- @virtue-of-love-1111

I've been listening to these two songs a lot lately ! !

[mnty-bubblegmyum]

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