#leowrites

[astravires]

sneak peak....

[burnxngslash]

━━   ❝   𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭.   ❞  The blond says with a smile on his face as he approaches Alexandria’s new queen. Honestly after a few weeks of traveling, it was ALWAYS nice to see another friendly and familiar face. Zidane even bows courteously towards her. “I’m glad the crown never erased that beautiful smile from your face.”

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 / @leowritcs

[sexyleolad]

You know I’m the only one who can fuck me this good don’t you, mutt? I’m sure one day, with much careful training, you could fuck me, but for now you just get to watch. That’s right, pup. Just sit at the foot of the bed and watch as my fingers slide in and out of me, getting coated with my wetness. Your desperate whimpers and longing looks only turn me on more.

And before you ask, sure you can touch yourself. Rub on your throbbing parts while you yearn for them to be inside me. Maybe when I’m finished you can lick my fingers clean...

[astravires]

if there's one thing i know, it's to keep flogging a dead horse until it stops spitting out serotonin

You know what i want to see from simblr?? Built muscley sims in crop tops.

its a need !!!

[holocrypticdreamer]

if you were curious to what i’ve written:

(ps: I am NOT a writer, and don’t mind all the stuff in brackets that’s for class dsfkjsdhf)

RILEY: I’ve asked myself this question countless times: when will I tell them? When will I tell HIM?

 [Beat.]

Does my loyalty to my family and my boyfriend, and the “normal” lives we built override my own loyalty? 

[Round by through/hymns hands to show closeness between them.]

I know who I am. I know that this body is NOT mine, and it never has been. No amount of religious preaches or doting parents or- or anyone, telling me that ‘my body is a gift and I should appreciate it’, will change that.  

[Lift and spin out of it.]

Don’t get me wrong! I know that they have to know. ...Eventually. They have every right to know. [Chair duet?] But whether they accept me as their son, their brother. If... If he’ll still love his boyfriend. I have my doubts... they’re traditionalists, you see? Mum, Dad, their son and  ...daughter. Their perfect, idealistic, nuclear family.  

[Lift.]

And! And... my boyfriend, [tba], we’re going steady, y’know? 14 months! A year and two. A perfect year and two... boyfriend and “girlfriend”. ...Is it wishful thinking, to hope that no matter what I do, [Round by through or hymns hands] work out, start hormone replacement therapy, get surgery, change right in front of his eyes... that he’ll still love me? The answer is yes! Why would he still love me? He fell in love with a girl! The appearance of, the idea of a girl. A girl that I was not when he met me, a girl that I am not, and will never be.

[Beat.]

Am I a liar? No. I just call it... effectively hiding the elephant in the room. [For... the past [sixteen] years of my life. I’ve known since I was [seven] years old.] I know who I am. I’m proud of who I am. I am not ashamed! I’m terrified, conflicted, but not ashamed. I don’t want to lose them, any of them! But... if it’s not good enough for them, if it proves too difficult a task for them, to accept me for who I am, then it’s my call. To let them go. To move on. To come out.

[parnassiusphoebus]

Rude&Reno Heacanons

(Because that’s what happens when you bring ideas on @domesticfluffsimulator skype.) • Reno got a bad relationship with alcohol. Not helped by a kick-side depression. • Reno sometimes just go back home with arms full of the cheapest alcohol he founds because he feels whatever but good. • He said that one beer will just helps him to smile. • Let’s be clear, he will end up with messing the house up, drink bottles and garbages are already everywhere in the house... • It’s midnight, maybe 1am when he decides to call Rude for help. • He just end up looking at the phone without saying a word, while Rude is trying to make him speaks. He stares at the phone and just listen to Rude with wet eyes. • Alcohol makes him sad, anyway, that was a bad idea. • When Rude finally arrives, Reno is generally asleep on the couch or at a table. • Rude may or not insult a bottle that made noise when he bumped a foot on it. • He takes the red haired and bring him to his bed without waking him. • Kiss on forehead is optional • When Reno wakes up the morning after with an heavy headache, the home is clean, a window is still open with fresh air and a kraft bag with a breakfast in it. • There is no word ; No name. But Reno knows that Rude is certainly the only one that wouldn’t screams at him for alcohol. • ude never talk so much, after all.

[someloserinajaywig]

okok!! this ended up being more of a drabble than anything resembling a plot but u know i had to make this bruise :')

@basicallyjaywalker I hope its ok!!

fic under the cut !

Cole doesn’t consider himself a jealous guy. Usually he really isn’t - he’s notoriously difficult to phase. There are few things that truly get under his skin.

The things which do, however, get under it hard. Like an itch that won’t go away no matter how he scratches at it.

Like, for example (and he’s just throwing this one out there off the top of his head, it’s got nothing to do with his current situation, he swears) the knowledge that his boyfriend, Jay, might ever have been in love with someone else. Especially someone who is still on their team.

He totally doesn’t care, he rationalises to himself as he stares at the ceiling. Was his mattress always this hard? It’s normal to date different people at different stages of your life.

Hm. He rolls over, moves his gaze to his desk which is littered with sketches and sheet music and a bowl of crystals which belonged to his mom. At the thought of her his heart squeezes with an emotion he doesn’t know how to identify.

The mattress is definitely harder. And despite the October chill, he’s suddenly far too warm. 

Chest hammering, Cole moves so he’s sitting, fiddles with the decade-old CD player on his nightstand. He was never cool (or rich) enough for vinyl, but he refuses to move over to streaming. Convenience is the first step to apathy, and if Cole ever grows apathetic towards music he doesn’t know what he’ll do. Plus, Jay thinks the CD player is cool. Especially when Cole burns him mixtapes.

With shaky fingers he plugs in his headphones and sets the CD currently in there to shuffle. Immediately Angsty Teenage Girl Music starts playing and he almost laughs. He feels like a teenager right now, obsessing over a relationship which fizzled out months ago; over the swoop of Nya’s hair and the soft curve of her jaw and the beauty mark just above her full lips. She is objectively pretty and Cole’s stomach twists in knots as he tries to recall just what he has to offer which could possibly compare.

This sudden violent wave of insecurity feels like he’s downed a shot of poison. Looks-wise, Cole is usually pretty confident - he knows his skin glows, his hair looks fantastic, and his jeans hug his legs just right. But right now he just feels gross; a quick glance at himself in his phone’s selfie camera makes him grimace. 

Against his better judgement he opens up Instagram, scrolls through Nya’s account. Her relationship photos with Jay aren’t archived - after the breakup she’d shrugged and said they were still part of her life - and Cole can’t keep his eyes off the two of them together.

They’re so easy together. The whole team was shocked when they announced the breakup, assuming they were endgame. Their reasoning was so vague, too, something about not quite being on the same page anymore. Cole’s pressed Jay for further answers, but for a guy who is quite literally always talking he’s been oddly subdued about it. Even though he knows Jay doesn’t owe him an answer, it still makes him feel bad. Uneasy. 

He scrolls further through Nya’s photos, hovering over one of her showing off her muscular arms in a bikini top. His stomach twists. He’s looked at this picture a million times, doubting himself. Hating himself. He doesn’t know what else to do. His eyes are suddenly hot with tears, and he blinks them away. Not right now. Please.

As he stands, hoping to get himself a glass of water, he trips on a runaway sweater and falls face-first into the night stand, jogging everything and ripping his headphones out of the CD player. The music begins to blare at top volume, punctuated by the crash of his CD cases tumbling from their neat stacks.

Cole swears. This time, when the tears come, he doesn’t try to stop them. Just sits on the floor all pathetic, like a kid who’s been scolded, and weeps.

The door bursts open.

“Cole!” Jay cries, noticing the tears rolling down his face immediately. Because of course he does. “Heeey, hey. What’s wrong, Rocky? Are you hurt?”

As he speaks, he kneels down on the floor, leaning over to pause the CD before tenderly cupping Cole’s face in his hand. His eyes dart to the phone, which is lying screen-up on the floor, still open on Nya’s bikini post.

“Dude, are you, like, hopping on the bi wagon or something? Is that why you’re upset?” he asks, wrinkling his brow. This idiot.

Cole shakes his head with a fractured laugh. “No. Still gay.”

Jay leans in closer to him, inviting Cole to rest his head on his shoulder. Cole accepts, snuggling into him.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s up, then?” Jay asks softly. 

Cole’s mouth opens of its own accord. He fixes his gaze on the floor, exhales deep. 

“Why did you and Nya break up?” he blurts. "Please please just tell me."

Then waits for an answer he’s not even sure he wants.

Hello hello! in your askbox to deliver your dice rolls!

d6: Your ninja is Cole

d8: 1 skip

d20: and your trope is character having the worst day ever!

Have fun!

YESSSSS ok!!! here to deliver the Very Important News that the song I ended up with is Obsessed by Olivia Rodrigo. I fear this concept may eat

[lvciddreamt]

@leowritings​

based on x.

“i’m in love with you.” the words were spat out, bitter tone evidence of how much he wished they weren’t true. hands balled into fists as he anticipated their answer — knowing it wouldn’t be what he wanted to hear. 

[fromtheashcs]

Music was a godsend. Really. Hollis wasn’t sure how he’d survive without it and while the same could be said about his writing or reading, life without sound-- he wasn’t sure if he could make it. Especially days like this. It was wet outside. Fuckin pouring and it had been all day but with music blaring from his bluetooth speaker and he was singing as he slapped paint on the walls. The designer he’d partnered with was supposed to drop by, but he figured she’d cancel, so he wasn’t really paying a lot of attention. Just plain white paint would do for now. Worst case, he could paint over them lickety split. He paused a moment, staring out the window at the rain. There was a crack of lightening and he nearly jumped outta his skin as the door to the place swung open. 

“Jesus christ, gimme a fuckin heart attack, why don’t ya--” 

a wild starter has appeared for @leowritings​

[astravires]

‿̩͙⊱༒︎༻♱༺༒︎⊰‿̩͙‿̩͙⊱༒︎༻♱༺༒︎⊰‿̩͙‿̩͙⊱༒︎༻♱༺༒︎⊰‿̩͙

IT'S FRIDAY.

ON FRIDAY'S WE RELEASE THE FEMBOYS.

‿̩͙⊱༒︎༻♱༺༒︎⊰‿̩͙‿̩͙⊱༒︎༻♱༺༒︎⊰‿̩͙‿̩͙⊱༒︎༻♱༺༒︎⊰‿̩͙

[exposurc]

🍓

i think you're one of the greatest people i know on this app, i think you're so helpful and i love that you're just as dedicated to things as me and you have just as many ideas as me, and i love that you're so open and like will just throw stuff out and see if it sticks (and usually it does bc ur mind is amazing too!) you're so talented with like everything like writing and coding and editing and i just can't wait for us to be better friends and write all the things together and see whatever the hell is gonna happen with seven n noor bc ooooooooh baby, idk LOL. these head strong mfs idk. but i love them sm and i'm so glad we found each other!!!! <3333

[sexyleolad]

18+ blog! Minors do not interact!!! Ageless blogs will be blocked!

Hi I'm Leo! I'm here to write and read nsfw + kink content, and hopefully meet some cool kinky folks!

I'm a 24 year old non-binary tboy, they/them only, technically a switch but I lean very submissively.

Kinks you may see on my blog:

(my favorites are in blue)

Pet/pup play, exhibitionism, pleasure control, intox (weed), somno, public stuff, edging/overstim, light impact play, incest, DD/MLB, threesomes, free use, cnc

Limits:

Scat, vomit, pregnancy, detrans, raceplay, b**st**l*ty, necrophilia, blood from wounds, heavy impact play, gunplay, knifeplay

Use the tags to search my posts:

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nsft concept: shorter concepts/fantasies

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(last updated 1/27/25)

[astravires]

its time for more crop tops, yes?

You know what i want to see from simblr?? Built muscley sims in crop tops.

its a need !!!

[thebackro0ms]

@leomusings​ | @leowritings​ liked for a starter!

after lingering around the closest residential building as they debated making the phone call they’ve procrastinated, ophion rounded the corner perhaps a little too slyly, hands up in defense as they noticed what ophion could only assume was the owner of the home standing in the front doorframe. “i am so sorry to startle, if i did, but do you have a telephone i could use?”

[thesociietyarchive]

♡ starter for @leowritings

the older male was watching the females, already undressing them with his eyes. it’s been a pretty long time since he had a a threesome, so that opportunity was making him very hungry for it. there was nothing hotter than two little kittens, playing with themselves or fighting for his attention. with a smirk he looked at the blond knowing she’s the more confident one, always ready to have some fun. tony hoped it wouldn’t need much of convincing for the other girl to also join in the game, he already couldn’t wait to see them both in action. the idea of that shy little girl having her first threesome with them was just too hot to handle. “loren, baby.” he looked at the blonde making himself more comfortable in his chair, sipping on his whiskey. “kiss your friend for me, please.”

[lvciddreamt]

@leowritings​

based on x. 

“i know this is gonna sound, like — super fuckin’ cliche but i swear to god, i didn’t mean for this to happen,” ana insisted, wringing her hands in anxiety. “like, i didn’t mean to fuckin’ fall for you, okay? i know — i know it’s fucked and i’m a dick but i — i’m so sorry. can you please give me another chance? a chance to like, make this shit right?”