#so it’s gotten wayyy worse)

[clambuoyance]

I’ve never been so obsessed with a character so bad that I literally can’t do anything else I’m like the squidward meme watching SpongeBob frolic outside the window stretching a hand out to all the pretty paintings and animations and comics I see in my head but being unable to feel any motivation for it . If only i could use the energy spent to create 20 kon doodles to sit down and concentrate on a single finished full piece I used to be able to make like 5 page comics what happened to me

[strawbeii]

i wish the people in charge of disney (and more companies probably) would just get an office job or do other business stuff and let the artists who want to freely express themselves & their art shine through. if the executives are only worried about sales & money they should just go work in another business idk, if you're only creating things out of a desire for money then nothing is gonna come out as good as something with real passion. and the artists who do have that passion are often pushed to the side or have their ideas dimmed down as to not take too many "risks"

[arcxnumvitae]

Sùil Airgid— Silver Eye. It is an incredibly deadly poison derived from the nectar of a nameless silver flower that grows in the wilds of Seelie. Only one drop ingested or in the bloodstream is enough to cause death. Its notable feature is that, as something of a scar, silver flecks of coloration are left in the irises of those who have come into contact with it— hence the pretty self-explanatory name. It is by those eyes that the cause of death is usually determined to be Sùil Airgid in the corpses found.

The flower it comes from is notorious for its rarity— it only blooms for but a few moments under a blue moon, and even then only if the proper factors in temperature, soil quality, and other things are present. It’s a fickle thing which makes it incredibly difficult to find and even more difficult to find in the exact right moment. Near impossible, frankly.

Because of those reasons, and because it cannot be domesticated and grown intentionally, the poison is a rare one. It’s only “saving grace” in the eyes of those who would use it is that the poison is simple to make (simply collect the nectar of the plant), and, once collected, it does not diminish in potency or lethality no matter how many years have passed or what conditions it is stored in.

It is still difficult to find on any black markets and because of its rarity, the price tag usually attached makes it something of a “nobles’ poison”. Who wouldn’t be willing to pay something extra for the near guaranteed death of their target?

Especially if said targets were the royal family of Seelie.

[no-one-hears-me]

boutta ask my bro if he has any hot friends to send my way as a distraction

[ennabear]

vampire!ellie

synopsis: you met ellie in your university’s ancient library, you were just trying to study and ellie couldn’t help but talk to you. it drove her crazy, the scent of your blood. usually, she didn’t even notice the scent on others. she was so used to it that it didn’t bother her anymore. but you were different, sweeter.

cw: kinda like a mix between tlou and twilight, mentions of witchcraft and hanging, vampire!abby being a ladykiller literally, papa vampire!joel, mama vampire!tess, newlyweds vampire!jesse and dina, dina’s transformation, lotsssss of backstory like i seriously couldn’t stop myself from yapping. not proofread sorry :((((((

a/n: i’m definitely gonna make a series out of this. sorry if this is wayyy too long but i have a special place in my heart for vamp!ellie and her sweet vampire family. ok that’s all ily thanks for reading.

wc: 2.2k

you shouldn’t be walking alone at night, really. campus was a sketchy place. a plethora of bad things could happen. you could get kidnapped, jumped, pickpocketed, or, hell, even bitten by a vampire.

the library had the same scent it always did. it smelled like dust and paper. in all honesty, you didn’t prefer it here. although it was beautiful, tall windows lined with stained glass, large bookshelves with every book you’d ever want, every word you could imagine and more, it was just so eerie. something bad was bound to happen here.

anyways, you settled down at the table in the corner. the one farthest away from anyone else. you’d rather be at home right now, studying in bed. it’s only because your roommate invited her stupid boyfriend over that you ended up here. it’s for the better anyway, though, because in bed you wouldn’t get anything done. you’d be too distracted.

you had your priorities written on your palm, the pen now smudged, making it barely readable. writing on your palm was easier, more convenient than a post-it note. but you wrote it down on paper anyways, incase you sweated more of it off before you finished. it wasn’t likely you would, though. the library was freezing, especially in the winter.

the clack of your fingers typing in your laptop password was the only thing to be heard. everyone else was dead silent. this was probably the only thing you liked about the library, everybody agreed on an unspoken rule, make the least amount of noise possible. you got started with completing your essay after shuffling your playlist, determined to finish by the end of the night.

that’s when she saw you.

or, smelled you? your scent was so strong, it hit ellie hard. her vision went dark and splotchy, and she had to grip onto the table for support. her pearly white hands making a dent in the table with how hard she was holding.

you had to be her next meal. she had to find some way to get you alone and suck your veins dry. it scared her, the thoughts she was having. her intentions weren’t to murder you, but she was starving now. you had unknowingly gotten her high on your scent.

she didn’t even know where you were. were you outside? down the hall? in the library? fuck, right next to her? her head was hurting now, really, really badly. but she needed you even worse.

picking up a random book, she used the most brainpower she could to sniff you out. then, she really saw you. headphones in your ears, your hands typing away at something that won’t even matter soon. soon, she’ll have your body in her arms, hopefully in the comfort of her own home. your neck dripping a puddle on the floor as she relentlessly drank from you, your skin growing cold and your lips turning purple.

her docs made silent footsteps across the floor as she walked toward you. this was something ellie learned to master, silence. especially when she went into hunting mode. nobody looked at her as she expertly dodged the creaks in the old wooden floor. nobody saw her coming. especially you. you never saw ellie williams coming.

“hey, is it okay if i sit here?”

“….sorry, what was that?” you scrambled to pause your music.

“can i sit here?”

“oh. yeah, sure. go ahead.”

you went back to typing, not continuing your music incase she wanted to talk. you really hoped she didn’t. you needed to finish your essay. and you weren’t much of a people person either.

“what are you writing?” she asked.

“just an essay, nothing interesting.”

“oh, cool.”

she started reading the book she picked up before sniffing you out. she didn’t bother to look at the title. or read any of the words either. really, she was just staring at it, her mind racing. she needed to come up with something interesting, something to make you like her.

while she stared at the words, you couldn’t help but stare at her. your fingers came to a complete stop as you admired this stranger across from you. she didn’t even introduce herself, how strange. her hair was a dark brown, her eyes black. her face was incredibly smooth. skin paler than ever, she looked as if she was a marble statue, like she belonged in a museum.

and she was reading twilight, of all books. although, you liked the book, it seemed ironic for her, like she was too mature for it. this beautiful stranger was sitting across from you, her eyebrows pulled together in frustration while she chewed on the inside of her cheek. she seemed furious at something, but at the same time, hard to read.

you were almost scared of her, but intrigued above all else.

“do you like that book?” you asked.

“twilight? yeah. it’s okay. i’ve read it a few times.”

“hmm. it’s a classic.”

“it’s not bad. but i’ve read a lot of books. this one doesn’t come close to the others.”

“so you read a lot? how come i’ve never seen you before?”

“i’m usually hiding. i don’t prefer to engage with others if i can help it.”

“yeah, that explains it.”

she got lucky. thank god, if there even is one, that she grabbed a book you knew about. that you started a conversation with her. she thought it was the most stupid book on earth. it was filth, pure mormon fanfiction. and it was completely wrong.

“why are you here so late? it’s almost midnight.” you asked.

“i could ask you the same question.” she responded.

“i have a lot of work i’ve been procrastinating on. if i could choose, i’d be at home. but my roommate’s boyfriend is there and i can’t stand being in the same building as them.”

“i don’t really know why i’m here. i just like to meet new people i guess.”

“i thought you didn’t like talking to people.”

“that’s different. you’re different.”

“how so? you don’t know who i am, and i don’t even know your name.”

she stared at you blankly. you had her trapped. she suddenly realized that maybe you were harder to get than she expected. maybe you wanted to play this game.

“i’m ellie. it’s short for elizabeth but i hate that name. it’s too common, i’m sick of hearing it.”

“elizabeth is beautiful.”

“thanks. you sound like my parents.”

lie. she didn’t know her parents anymore. they had abandoned her hundreds of years ago after suspecting she was a witch because she refused to get married to a man at only seventeen. after a few years, she was hung.

it wasn’t until her new father, joel, took up an investigation of what happened to poor elizabeth. he ended up traveling to their old village and finding her grave after tracing her obituary back to a newspaper published in 1579.

shed been dead for years. joel was the one who brought her back to life. he injected his venom into her long rotten arms and took her in for the seven years it took for her to come back fully. he saved her. he taught her how to walk, how to speak, how to hunt. joel miller was her new father.

joel used to be a police officer. in 1712, he ran into a poor woman, bleeding and begging for his help. claiming that her husband had turned to satan and was now possessed. the woman had been bitten, she eventually would turn into ellie’s mother, tess. joel got bitten too. all three of them spent the next years as newborns in that small cabin, feasting on whoever was unfortunate enough to wander by.

the woman’s husband didn’t survive. he was caught by a clan of christians and burned alive, leaving just joel and tess, who couldn’t help but fall in love. they adopted more kids before and after ellie too.

abigail was the first. she was living alone in the appalachian mountains, feasting on whoever wandered after sundown. leading poor girls, desperate for a good time, into her bed and then eating them whole. abigail often hung out at lesbian bars. the girls who went home with her never came back. a bartender joked with her about this once, the bartender didn’t come back, either.

joel heard about abigail through the only other coven that lived in washington. they said she was a monster, a relentless murderer trapped in a goddesses body. that she could hold the whole world on her shoulders but couldn’t refrain from eating innocent girls who were cheating on their husbands.

abby and ellie were never really good friends, but they tried. abby preferred to keep to herself. usually either reading or climbing a mountain with her bare hands. and she refused to find a long-term lover. ellie was almost the opposite. she preferred more modern things, like making music and fast cars. and she loved to flirt with girls.

jesse came after ellie. he was born more recently, in 1878. he was dying of a disease nobody knew about. they didn’t have the right knowledge or technology to save him, so they quarantined him in a hospital room until he died. he didn’t, though. joel saved his life. the hospital staff were horrified after seeing the blood stained floor, the splatters over the walls, and more importantly, the fact that jesse’s body was nowhere to be found.

jesse had a wife now, named dina. she met him in 1983 at a prestigious fashion school. jesse had already been to tons of colleges. neither of them aged. they never changed. they were all trapped. after studying medicine, law, physics, engineering, and marketing, he wanted a change.

that’s when he met dina. she was a beautiful woman, deep tan skin, dark eyes, long black hair and eyelashes. and she had such a knack for fashion. jesse was in love, it took him a long while before he came clean to dina about who he was. she was so in love with him too, she didn’t mind it, and she certainly wasn’t scared. dina was never scared of anything.

so they got married. and the night after their wedding, they flew to a private island joel owned for their “honeymoon”. aka, dina’s transformation. they were gone for almost three years. jesse kept a journal of everything that happened to her.

july 12, 1989. i did it. i held her so gently in my arms and sank my teeth into her neck. she was screaming, i know she was in pain, but she’ll never admit it. before she fell asleep, i drank a few of her tears and then closed her eyes. she’ll be twenty six for the rest of her life, until the earth stops spinning. i hope she can forgive me.

december 31, 1989. joel, i got your letter. she’s been doing okay. i can’t stop looking at her, her perfect curves and her deep brown hair. i think it was for the better that i took her dress off before we started, she designed it, it was so beautiful. i know she’d get upset about the red staining the expensive white satin. it’s still here, waiting for her. the year is about to end, we still have quite a few months until she awakes. i’m scared. not of her, of myself. am i a murderer? did i, a cold-blooded demon, destroy a perfect, innocent life? will she remember me?

august 27, 1990. it’s been over a year. nothing, but i know it’s coming. i’ve been holding her head on my lap, stroking her hair. i haven’t moved from this position in three months. she is so beautiful. i redressed her in the outfit she designed for this occasion, it suits her well. a part of me regrets this decision. i wish i could grow old with her, maybe have kids someday. sit on the porch while or grandchildren play in the yard. her eyes wrinkling with the smile she always flashes me. this will never happen. it’s just a dream.

november 16, 1990. she is awake. so much screaming. she’s in pain. won’t even look at me. she is thirsty. will bring her some bird blood to quench her thirst.

november 21, 1990. she only sits and stares at a wall, rocking back and forth. her eyes are white now. don’t know if she is okay. or if she will survive. her throat burns. if she goes, i go.

february, 1991. don’t know what day it is, she has calmed down. she didn’t remember anything at first. not me, not her name, nothing. she remembers now, though. hopefully we can come home this year. i still don’t know if i trust her enough around people. if she is caught, she’ll be burned. if she goes, i go.

may 18, 1991. traveled to a near by island. i taught her how to swim, she loves it. she’s so surprised that she can hold her breath infinitely. she is so beautiful, it’s like falling in love with her all over again. there were people at the island, it was a small village. they were kind, but we had to leave early. i don’t want to push her limits, but she did exceptionally well.

october 4, 1991. on our way home. starting this life forever with her. i hope she can forgive me.

[itssliyahhxoxo]

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

(𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐖𝐌)

(𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐄 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Paige’s jealousy gets the best of her

Ever since you two were in high school she would always be jealous when ever someone would ask you out. She would show that she was happy for you of course but deep down she wasn’t. Even when you got your first boyfriend she knew she couldn’t do anything then but when y’all broke up she took her shoot.

But know that you two are together it’s gotten wayyy worse whenever you two were out together sometimes she would catch other men staring at your ass.

And would pull you closer to her starting them down as you paid no attention. She didn’t want to hover so much but just to be safe whenever you went out with some friends she would call or text every two hours.

You found it sweet how much she cared for you but sometimes it was a little to much so sometimes you two would argue. But she would always make it up to you (🤭)

She didn’t care what you would wear but whenever you two were out and she knew drinking was involved after a while she would put her jacket on you covering you up.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐠,𝐲𝐨𝐮.𝐤𝐤,𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐚.𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝. 𝐇𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝟒 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐢 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐳 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲.“𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧” 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 “𝐰𝐡-“. “𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧” 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐝 “𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝-“ 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬. 𝐀𝐳𝐳𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝.

Eyes on you as you sat in the side lines at any of her games

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤. 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭. 𝐀 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.“𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭” 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 “𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐧” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 “ 𝐮𝐡𝐦” 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨.

[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

Snack Pack nsfw

I have given birth

This is the longest smut I've ever written, and probably the best writing I've done yet thanks to @sophiacloud28's guidance (thank you fren <3)

Plz enjoy

Rise Leo (aged up 23-25) x reader

18+ MINORS DNI THIS IS FILTH

warnings: smut, fluff, established relationship (friendship), friends to lovers, fingering, oral (giving and receiving), choking (kinda, not really) p in v sex, aged up turts, reader is stubborn

Buzz. 

I noted the page number on my novel, setting the book down on the arm of my couch as I picked up the phone from its resting place on the small coffee table. My eyes squinted at the screen, the light jarring after reading for so long. 

Neon Leon: Movie night tonight? You bring the snacks.

I smiled at the invite and shifted the device in my hand to type out a response, but before I could, the phone buzzed again. 

Neon Leon: Besides yourself

My hand flew to my mouth to stifle a squawk as the phone slipped to the floor, the pink in my cheeks hot to the touch as my mind raced.

Did he know? No. He’s too dense. 

I huffed as I shook my head, picking the device back up from the carpet. I tried to ignore the flutter in my chest as I read the text over again. 

Besides yourself. 

I messaged him back, hands shaking. 

Y: What. 

Neon Leon: Bring those gummy bears you brought last time.

He was just trying to get a rise out of me, like always. Ass. 

Y: I’m busy. 

Neon Leon: Yeah…right. 

A few minutes went by, and I stared at the phone as he typed, then deleted his message several times. 

Neon Leon: Please? We can even watch one those bad movies you like so much

Neon Leon: I’m so bored. And wayyy more interesting than your book 

I rolled my eyes. 

He knew me so well. 

Y: Fine, jerk. I’ll be there at 8. 

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I tossed my phone back on the table before going back to my novel. I could barely focus on the words on the page as my mind buzzed, now completely distracted around my friend’s smug, handsome face as I read the same paragraph over and over again.

Is he playing with me?

I had always wondered if Leo had an idea about my feelings for him; we had been friends since we were teens and my ridiculous crush had only gotten worse over the years- as much as I had tried to hide it from him. I just never wanted to admit it out loud; he would be insufferable if he knew. 

And if he didn’t feel the same, it would ruin our friendship in ways that would never recover. 

I tried to stuff those feelings deep down, where they would never see the light of day, but sometimes his teasing was so much that I couldn’t hide the blush on my face as he pushed the line, toying with me, which only encouraged him. 

That..That…little shit.

Sighing, I plopped my book on my face and let my hands fall onto the couch cushions next to me as I closed my eyes, his smug face painted in the darkness behind my lids. I could picture the curve of his shoulders, his lips tilted in that smile as he gave a snarky comment to his twin,  his eyes glancing in my direction, shining…

He’s such a jerk. 

I pried the book off my face and glanced at the clock on the bookshelf. 

6:00. 

I had two hours.

I could definitely get myself together, pick out a stunning outfit, and get down to the lair by then. 

If he wanted to tease me like this, push the envelope; two could play at that game. 

“Okay, Leo. I’ll bring the snacks.” 

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I looked at my reflection in my compact mirror, checking my makeup and hair once more before giving myself a flirty wink and slipping the small item back into my bag as I entered the lair. 

I looked good. 

The low cut shirt and jeans I had chosen were casual enough to look innocent, but perfectly highlighted my features and gave my curves that extra boost. It was the whole look together that really made it stand out from how I normally dressed around the gang.  

I flicked my hair over my shoulder as I walked in. 

That little shit was not going to know what hit him. 

As I strode past the living room, I almost didn’t register a choked noise to my left as I walked by.

I turned at the sound, spotting Donatello at the kitchen counter, coffee mug in hand.

“Oh…hey.” I offered him a small wave, my shoulders hunching as I realised how ridiculous I must look. 

He wiped the liquid from his chin and plastron, chuckling to himself. “...Hello and… good evening to you as well.” His eyes gave me a slow up and down before returning to my face, a smug look gracing his own. “Something fun planned, I take it?”

The heat shot to my face. “Ah, just a movie night. The usual.” I turned to leave. 

“Uh huh, sure” He sighed as he took a sip from the steaming mug, eyes rolling over the rim. “Well, have fun with that.” 

As my steps echoed down the hall, I could hear his muttered words follow me. 

“.. both.. delusional.” 

Leo’s door was shut, soft light shining from the frosted glass windows, and the nerves suddenly caught up with me as my hand lifted to knock on the metal. 

What if he laughs at me? He’s been with so many women, he’d never be interested. 

I shook my head, clearing it of the thoughts creeping in as I breathed out sharply. 

That wasn’t the point. I just wanted him to get a taste of his own medicine. 

My knuckles rapped loudly on the door. 

“Come iiiin.” I could hear the smile in his voice as he sing-songed a muffled welcome. I lifted the handle and slid it over the track, steeling myself for revenge as it opened. 

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The low light from his lamp casted a soft glow on my exposed skin as I stepped over the threshold and closed the door behind me, leaning back on the metal. 

Leo laid on his bed, eyes on his phone as he sprawled out lazily, arm draped over the pillow pile arranged for movie night. He tilted his face up to me, smile slowly fading into a look of shock as his phone dropped to the floor with a soft thunk.

He was frozen in place as he stared openly, surprise coloring his features as I felt his eyes drag over my figure before settling on my face. I smirked at him and let his own signature snark roll off my tongue. 

“I wasn’t sure what snacks you meant, so I brought some different options.” I raised an eyebrow as he blinked back at me, still speechless. I lifted the bag up from my shoulder, offering it to him. 

I chuckled under my breath as I watched him lay there, unmoving, until the rustling plastic seemed to shake him back to reality as he sat up.

“Huh? Oh…yeah.” He mumbled under his breath as he lifted a hand to his snout, closing his eyes for a moment as he breathed out sharply. 

When he reopened them, he flashed me a smile; but a wary look glistened over his eyes.

“You…ah…you really got dressed up for movie night, huh?” 

I shrugged my shoulders. “I figured why not, I rarely look nice anymore.” 

He nodded, seemingly satisfied with that answer, but the guarded look didn’t leave his eyes. Leo leaned over to pick up his remote, flipping it in his hands as he stood. 

“So, I was thinking we could watch Scary Movie? That’s one of your favorites, right?” He turned to the tv, flipping through the channels, and shot me an eyebrow over his shell. “And don’t worry, I’m here if you get scared, quierda.” 

I rolled my eyes at him as I sat down on his bed, tossing the bag of snacks on the floor and scooting back into his pile of pillows against the wall. “Yeah. Right. It’s not actually scary, Nardo.”

He wasn’t going to get to me, I thought to myself. Not this time. 

Even if he was being really thoughtful right now. 

I watched his shoulders tense at my sarcasm as he stood at the side of the bed, flicking through the streaming channels that Donnie had hooked up to everyone’s rooms years ago. 

Finally finding it, he turned on the flick and flopped into the space next to me as he tossed the remote to his nightstand. He scooted in with a practiced ease, sliding in behind me so I could lean back against his plastron, so close and so far from each other- like we always do on movie nights. 

But this time felt different. 

I felt his chest rise and fall behind me, his breath heavy over my shoulder as the movie started on the screen. He cleared his throat softly, and I turned my head slightly to look up at him. 

“Do you need something? I can grab the snacks if you want.”

"No..ah, that’s not..” His voice trailed off as his eyes flicked down to my chest for a moment, his tongue dragging on his lip as his eyes slowly looked back up to mine. 

He cleared his throat again, and looked back to the screen.

I smirked to myself, looking back at the movie, satisfied to have finally won our little battle of wills. 

Maybe he’d think twice about teasing me again. 

As the flick played and the characters were introduced, I felt his arm move behind me, slowly lifting around the pillows as it settled gently over my shoulders. The hard shell of his chest against my back grounded me as my thoughts drifted, his breath on the shell of my ear just enough to send tingling sensations down my spine. 

I loved being this close to him, even if it broke my heart at the end of the night when I went to bed alone. The countless nights I had spent, staring into the darkness, seeing his smile float through my dreams as I fought through the tears. 

For all his flirting, he never meant any of it. 

It was just a game to him. 

A shriek from the screen jolted me back to the present, and he chuckled at me as I settled comfortably against him again. After a few minutes, I noticed a nimble finger as it started to trace slow circles on my shoulder, his eyes still glued to the screen. 

The blush crept into my face as I felt him lean in closer, breath hot against my neck. 

"You know you can tell me anything, right?" He whispers against my skin. I can feel his heart pounding behind me, the rhythm betraying his casual tone. "Like, for example, the reason why you look so…." 

My breath hitched in my throat at his words, his voice husking over my skin and causing a chill to seep through to my veins. I turned over my shoulder again to look up at him, blush on my cheeks and surprise coloring my features.

His eyes searched mine, looking for something as his fingers gripped my shoulder lightly.

“Look so what?”

He huffed behind me, looking back at the screen, not really watching the movie as his grip on my arm tightened.

 “What are you playing at, querida.” 

I bit my lip, moving a hand to his thigh as I started tracing slow, languid circles absentmindedly on his leg, my fingertips gently brushing over his grey joggers. 

“What…what do you mean, Leo?”

His leg tensed under my fingers as he swallowed hard, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

"Well," he started, voice barely audible. "I mean..." He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I know we’ve always been just friends, but..." Leo's voice dropped lower, huskier. "I don’t think I can take this anymore..." He trailed off, his eyes darkening as he watched my fingers swirl patterns on his clothed thigh. 

“...Leo..” I breathed his name, more like a prayer than anything else. 

Don’t say it. 

Don’t break my heart. 

"I want you." He admitted, his gaze intense as his eyes flick back up to mine. “If you want me too.” 

I paused, chewing on his question and wondering if he’s really willing to push the joke this far...or if he’s serious.

 “And if I said that I did? What..” A sultry look darkened my eyes as we stared each other down. “What would you do then, Leo?” 

My fingers searched a little higher on his thigh, and I could hear his breath hitch behind me. 

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear as his lips brushed against the skin. "If you did..." He whispered, his voice low. "I would make sure you never forget tonight." 

His hand moved to my hip, pulling me closer to him. "I've been waiting for this a long time, hermosa." He whispered, his fingers gripping lightly at the flesh of my hip as he pulled me closer to him. "I would worship every inch of you." His words are heavy with lust, dripping as they roll off his tongue. 

He released my hip and turned my head gently towards his; his lips hovering just centimeters from mine. "But only if you're finally ready to admit that you want me." 

My eyes widen at his words, gaze landing to rest on his mouth as he waits for my answer. His thumb stroked my jaw where it rested against my face, and I flicked my eyes back up to his as he stared at me. 

My heart thumps in my throat, pulse raging as I look at him. 

I can’t hide it anymore. 

“I…I want you, Leo.” 

His eyes blazed as the words rolled off my tongue, and he chuckled lowly before leaning in, closing the distance between us and capturing my lips in a heated kiss. His pout was softer than I imagined, pressing into mine with urgency and need as he cupped my face in his hand. 

He gently nipped at my bottom lip before diving in deeper, tongue intertwining with mine in a dance of soft pants and hums as his kiss overwhelmed me like a wave against the shore. 

My body hummed with the electricity of his lips against mine; his soft skin scrubbing over mine with such intensity I could feel myself shudder in his grip, each holding onto the other for dear life as passion gave way to gnawing hunger.  

His arm moved from my waist, hand groping and searching lower and lower until it rested at my inner thigh. Heat pooled in my center as he slowly traced his hand further down, lightly pressing his hand against my clothed center. I whimpered into his mouth at the pressure, my hand lifting from his leg to his face as I squirmed in his hands. 

I felt him grin against my lips as my noises reached him, his fingers moving with purposeful strokes over my clothed center, the jeans just enough of a barrier to make my head dizzy. 

Leo broke the kiss, trailing his lips down my neck, and nipped at the sensitive skin there as he spoke softly. 

“You have no idea how long I wanted to touch you like this, querida.” He murmured, heavy and slurred. His other hand moved to cup my breast, kneading it gently through my shirt. "Do you want me to keep going?" His breath is sharp against my neck; the heat everywhere and inescapable but so addictive. 

I nod against him as his fingers slipped beneath my jeans, and brushed at the bare skin above my lace underwear. He nipped at my neck as his hand slid under the fabric, and I sighed softly into his touch as he dipped into my folds, rubbing against my clit as his other hand gripped at my chest. 

“..you’re so wet, damn baby..” His voice sounded like it came from the clouds, so lost in the moment himself. 

His fingers continued to glide over the sensitive nub, teasing me a bit longer before sliding down to gently circle my entrance. I could feel the slick coat his fingers, making the erotic sounds echo as the movie continued on, completely forgotten. 

 "Y..yes...pl-please..fuck-" My hands gripped at his skin, so desperate for the pressure he was teasing me with. I could feel myself melting into his hands like putty, brain turning to mush as he explored and toyed with me.

His kiss was hot at my neck, yet cool instantly as air rasps over freshly kissed skin. He bit into my neck gently, chuckling darkly as I whimpered in his hands, more curses pouring from my lips as I trembled into his touch. 

"Such a dirty mouth," He teased as he withdrew his teeth from my flesh, his voice low as his hand shifted in my jeans. "But I think I like it." His fingers slid into me slowly, thrusting in and stretching as I panted and moaned softly in his arms. 

He kept his movements deliberate and slow as his fingers thrusted into me, and as he did he shifted his thumb to circle over my clit, swirling around the nub as he watched my face contort with pleasure from his spot behind me. 

I mewled softly as his hands brought me to new heights, finally filling the ache that had been gnawing at me for so long. I gripped his mask tails as he thrust those agile fingers into me, panting in pleasure and barely able to form a response. 

"I..h-hnnngh..L-Le-eo.."  

My eyes rolled back in my head, and I bit my lip to hold back a scream. 

A smirk snuck back onto Leo’s face as my words turned into unintelligible sounds of pleasure, my body writhing under his skillful touch. He increased his pace, his thumb pressing harder against my clit as I keened at the pressure. 

"Do you want more, preciosa?" He asked as his pout brushed against my cheek, voice dripping with confidence. "Because I can give you more." Leo nipped at my earlobe before sucking on it gently. 

My moan sounded like I was gasping for air as he licked at my ear, the sensations overwhelming as he’s everywhere on me, all at once. It felt like his hands were caressing every inch of skin, nowhere left undiscovered. He’s under my skin, in my veins, and it felt so good.  

I nodded as he let go of my ear with a swipe of his tongue, humming approvingly. His fingers thrusted harder into me, curling slightly, while his thumb continued its relentless assault on my clit.

 I can feel my body tensing, my walls clamping down around his fingers. 

His hand snaked up from my breast to my throat, briefly putting pressure there as he continued to tease my clit with his thumb, fingers curled deep inside me. 

As his hand wrapped around my throat, he leaned in, breath hot against my cheek. 

"That's right, baby, cum for me." He growled, and his tone shot a thrill through me to my core.  

He released my throat, giving me space to breathe as he watched my face contort in pleasure. I could hear him churr softly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he continued to turn me to putty in his hands. 

I turned my head to kiss him, pulling his face down to mine desperately as I came undone on his hand; the pleasure a blinding wave as it crashed over me and I moaned loudly into his mouth. 

Leo swallowed my cries of pleasure as I trembled in his arms, aftershocks of my orgasm tensing over my body as he slowly swept his thumb over my swollen clit, gently milking the last of my climax before pulling his hand out of my jeans. He brought his glistening fingers to his lips, swiping his tongue over them as he looked down at me with a cocky look on his face. 

“You okay, hermosa?”

My face flushed as I panted, eyes glazed with lust as I looked back up at him. 

What just happened.

He smiled down at me, eyeridge raised. 

“Sorry, I guess I was getting a little hungry.” 

This cocky mother-fucker. 

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I blinked slowly at Leo as he licked the slick from his fingers, watching me pant against his chest as the flush left my face. 

He grinned down at me, and I turned back to the movie as I bit my lip, frustrated. 

That had just happened. What I had always hoped would happen. 

And it meant nothing to him.  

Leo. Fucking Leo. 

He won. 

Or at least, I thought he had, until I shifted against him and felt his cock pulse at my back. 

I shifted my hips again, curious to see if that was really what I had felt, and he audibly groaned at the friction, and shot a hand out to still my hips. 

“Careful, querida.” His voice was a gritted growl as he fingers dug into my skin, and I knew in that moment I had the upper hand again. 

I turned slightly, looking up at him through my lashes demurely and feigning innocence. 

“You okay, Leo?”

He narrowed his eyes at me, but released his death grip with a snort and looked back at the tv screen. 

When he looked away, I sat up to turn around in his lap, and slid my knees under me as I kneeled between his legs. 

His breath hitched in his throat as he stared down at me, eyes wide. 

I slid my fingers slowly up his thigh to the waistband of his joggers, a seductive smile painted on my lips as I watched him swallow hard, eyes darting to stare at my hand. 

“I guess I might want a little snack too…” I can hear my voice purr as the words rolled off my tongue, seductive and lustful. “But…if you don’t want me to…”

His eyes flicked back up to mine quickly, jaw set hard. 

“No, hermosa…trust me, I want you to…” His voice trailed off, something holding him back. “I just…ah..”

My eyes took on a mischievous glint as my fingertips slid just over the waistband of his pants. He breathed in sharply, eyes darting back to my hand before flicking up to my face. 

Why was he being so cautious? It’s not like he’s never done this before.

“Then sit back, Leon. Relax.”

He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips, but the caution still in his eyes as he leaned back against the pillows behind him. 

As he relaxed a little, I slid my hands to the waistband and tugged gently. He lifted his hips slightly, helping me pull off the grey joggers, revealing his hard, throbbing length as it laid on his plastron. 

I couldn’t hide my surprise at his size as I brushed a fingertip over his length, ripping a shudder from him. 

“Well, I can see why your ego’s so the size of Wall Street.” I can’t help the chuckle that left my lips as I gripped his length in my hand gently, his cock twitching in my palm as he groaned softly at the pressure.

I took his length in my hands as I gave him a sultry look, my eyes locking with his as I leaned down and placed a feather light kiss to the tip of his cock.

I steeled my resolve to get him back for moments earlier; he was going to be putty in my hands by the time I was done with him. 

 "You're bigger than I imagined."

I could hear his breath hitch as my tongue slid out, swirling over the tip before I gave his length another pump with my hand. He tensed as I took him in my mouth, tongue swirling as I bobbed my head down as far as I could go, coming back up for air with a popping sound. 

"F-f..fuck…you...you can take y-your time.., preciosa." He drawled, words slurred as his gaze was glued to my mouth.

I placed another feather light kiss at the head of his cock, holding back a grin as he whimpered in my hands. 

Who’s winning now, Leon. 

I could hear and feel him groan as I wrapped my mouth around him, my tongue teasing as I swirled and licked at him. His voice was strained as my head bobbed up and down, my mouth warm, wet, and ringing the most delicious sounds from him as I dragged my tongue up his length. 

He threaded his fingers through my hair, guiding my movements slightly as he thrusted shallowly into my mouth, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. 

It was a pretty picture, seeing him like this. 

"Does it feel good, Leon?" I asked as I paused briefly over him, eyebrow raised in a mischievous smile.

I didn’t give him time to answer, as I took his length as deep as I could down my throat. I felt his legs tense as I held him there, fighting the gag, and he groaned loudly, his grip on my hair tightening as the heat slid over him. 

I came off of him with a popping sound, and wiped at the line of spit from my lips as I looked at him and pumped my hand on his length, and repeated what he said to me earlier. 

"Do you want more, Leo?" My eyes took on a sultry look as I leaned down and slid my tongue up and down his length again. "Cause I can give you more."

His eyes narrowed as he watched me take him into my mouth again, his hips bucking slightly as my tongue swirled around him. His hands tightened in my hair, guiding my movements faster, deeper. He groaned, the sound almost a low growl. 

"Fuck…hnng-." 

He pulled me off of him for a moment by my hair, panting heavily as he looked down at me, eyes dark and blown wide with lust.

 "Not yet," He huffed, chest heaving as he tried to calm himself down. "I want to see you cum for me again."

 He pulled me to him, capturing my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue tangling with mine as he guided me to lay down on my back. The sudden gentleness brought a flutter to my chest, as his hand tenderly laid my head down on his pillows. He leaned over me, fingers gripping my shirt, as he deepened the kiss and painted his tongue inside my mouth. 

With a swift move, he lifted my shirt over my head, revealing my breasts nestled in my lace bra before him. I gasped at the movement, but the look in his eyes settled any shock I felt. 

He stared down at me, gaze hungry as he snaked a hand to my back, undoing the clasp quickly with one hand. The offensive fabric was flung somewhere across the room as Leo's gaze lingered on my bare chest, taking in the sight, the dusky rose of my nipples hardening in the cool air of his room. 

He leaned down, as if drawn to me, capturing one between his teeth and giving it a gentle tug, and a choked whimper ripped from my throat at the sensation. 

A hand slid down my stomach, tracing the curve of my waist until he reached the button of my jeans. With a flick of his wrist he undid it, and then slowly dragged the fabric down my legs, revealing the lacy lingerie I had worn for confidence. I could feel a low rumble from his chest vibrate through me. 

 "Fuck, you're beautiful," He whispered, his words syrupy as he trailed kisses along my chest, nipping lightly before moving to lavish attention on my other breast.

His fingers dipped under the lace, teasing at the wetness there before slipping inside my panties again and finding my nub, circling it lazily as he continued to swipe his tongue at my breast. I panted his name softly, mewling as he toyed with me. 

I gasped against him as he licked more deliberately at my breasts, but didn’t linger long, his face leaving my chest as he moved down my body, his hands slowly started to pull my lace panties down my legs.

Leo smirked up at me when he noticed that I had shaved. 

"Planning something, were we?" He raised a brow ridge at me, a chuckle on his lips as he settled back between my legs, underwear discarded. I blushed as he kissed the inside of my thigh, bodies now completely bare before each other. 

"I..I mean..I just wanted...I-I wanted to be prepared in case..."

His eyes sparkled with amusement as the blush swept over my face and chest, embarrassment coloring my features. 

"In case what, hermosa?" He teased, his breath tickling the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh as he moved his face closer to my center. "In case you got to have your way with me?" 

He chuckled softly, leaning in to place a feather-light kiss right above my clit, making me squirm as I cried out at the sensation.

"Don’t be embarrassed, quierda," He chided, his voice dropping an octave as he flicked his tongue out swipe at my center. "I'm just glad you finally got over yourself." 

His hands slid under my thighs, spreading my legs wider before him. 

I tried to ask him what he meant, but his tongue on my core stopped any thought I had. 

I mewled as it slid in between my folds, licking at my clit and swirling against the sensitive nub. My hips jolted, and his grip tightened around me as he continued to tease me with his flexible tongue. 

"No moving, preciosa." He murmured, breath sending shivers up my spine as it husked over my clit.

I gripped the sheets over my head as I trembled in his hold. 

Holy shit. 

He started to lap faster at my clit, more insistent; his fingers gripped my thighs tightly as he flicked and swirled his tongue at my center. He looked up at me through his mask, watching my face contort with pleasure as my breath came in short pants and huffs. 

"That's it, hermosa," He panted encouragingly against my wet heat. "Let go for me, baby." He pressed two fingers inside me, curling it just right, hitting my G-spot as he continued to lick and suck at the swollen, sensitive nub. 

"..hnngh...f-fuck...L-Leo-oo.."

I panted his name as his fingers fucked into me, the sensations overwhelming and turning my brain to mush again. His tongue kept the pace at my clit, building at the pressure as it crested inside me. 

In seconds I was moaning his name loudly, trying not to scream, as his fingers pumped into me and I came apart in his hands. 

Again. 

His tongue kept swiping at my center as I rode out the waves of pleasure, twitching, until he slowly withdrew his hand and leaned back, looking down at me with a satisfied smirk and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. 

"I told you I could make you feel good, preciosa." His tone cocky as he licked his lips clean of my arousal. "And that was just the appetizer." He stood up, towering over me from the foot of the bed, his hard cock bouncing against his plastron at the movement as he watched my breathing return to normal. 

"Ready for the main course?" 

A fucked out look glazed over my eyes as I gazed up at him, a vision of sex appeal towering over me.

I bit my lip.  "You’re such a cocky asshole, you know that?" 

He smiled as he crawled over me, legs slotting between mine as he took me in his arms and kissed me deeply, sweetly, as our tongues danced languidly. 

He broke the kiss briefly as he rested his forehead on mine.  “You love it.” 

I giggled in his arms, nodding, and his lips crashed back into mine, mouths and tongues meeting and parting like waves as I’m swept out to sea under him; where I’ve always wanted to be. Leo groaned into the kiss, his cock twitching against my body as his hips ground into mine, both of us desperate for each other.

He broke away for a moment to look into my eyes, his own filled with something warm and bubbling as he takes in the flush on my face, the way my chest heaves against his. 

He leaned down, nuzzling into my neck, nipping at the skin gently, ripping a shiver straight to my core as he whispered hotly in my ear.

“Have I told you how much hearing you moan my name turns me on?" 

He reached down between us, aligning his cock with my entrance, and slowly pushed his length in.

A strangled wail flew from my lips as he sheathed himself fully inside me with one fluid motion, filling me so completely that I had no conscious thought left in my mind but him. 

He started to move, setting a slow pace at first, but soon picked up speed, his hips snapping against mine as each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through us both, the sounds of skin slapping against shell drowning out the movie on his small tv.  

He panted next to me, voice ragged as he thrusted into me. His hands rested at either side of my head, so all I could see was Leo, Leo, Leo. 

I breathed his name like it was holding me to this world as he fucked me into his bed, my nails clawing at his shoulders as my eyes rolled back in pleasure. He was so deep inside me; I felt so full, like he was in the back of my throat with every thrust. 

"Fuck, you feel so good baby. Just like I thought you would-" He grunted, thrusting harder as the bed rocked underneath us. 

I could hear myself moaning and panting into his shoulder, but all I could feel was his thick cock thrusting into me, fucking my brains out.

"I...hnnngh….”  I tried to answer him, but couldn’t manage words. 

As he picked up speed again, shifting his hips for a different angle, he rammed harder into me as I gasped into the skin of his arm. I could feel the pressure building, felt another orgasm close as he continued hitting against that spongy spot deep inside.  

"That's it, quierda. Let go for me," he encouraged, huffing into my ear as his voice strained with his own efforts. I could feel his legs tense against mine, and wondered if he was close too. 

The pressure released like a flood, fast and wild, blinding heat taking over as I started to come apart once more, my body convulsing around him as I came on his cock as his hips bucked roughly into me. I screamed his name, voice shattered and strained like broken glass. 

He followed me over the edge, his own release exploding from him in a torrent of ecstasy. He buried his face in my neck, biting down as I felt the heat seep into my veins, melting into me in a thick, syrupy feeling of need. 

When he finally pulled out, he collapsed beside me, panting heavily. Leo wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close as he tried to catch his breath. The room was spinning, and I felt like I was vibrating into his embrace.

"I can’t believe we’ve missed out on that for years," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. 

I chuckled with him, but the sound grew quiet as my smile started to fade, as I realised what this might mean. 

What this might end. 

I can’t lose him. 

I lifted my head back, turning so I could look him in the eyes. 

“...Leo?”

His gaze was drowsy as he looked down at me, a blissful look still smeared on his face as he propped his head up with an arm. 

“Hmm?” 

I almost don’t want to ask him. 

But I have to. 

“...Are…are we…do you..” My breath caught in my throat as I chewed on my words, eyes darting down to a scar on his plastron. “...are you going to act like this never happened tomorrow?”

I saw his chest heave as he froze in place on the bed, arms tensing around me as the silence grew deafening between us. 

I closed my eyes, the weight settling on my chest as I came to terms with the quiet. I moved from his arms, and turned to get up from the bed before his hand shot out to stop me. 

“No. Not ever. I..” His voice was shaky as I turned back to look at him, and he took me in his arms in one quick motion, wrapping me completely into his embrace and pulling me down into his lap. “..I..want this, whatever this is..with you.”

He’s messing with me.

He didn’t mean it. 

I choked back the lump in my throat. “Do you mean it, Leo.”

He looked down at me, eyes misty, and cupped my face gently in his hands as he pulled me in for a soft kiss. 

His lips anchored me to him as the ache in my heart threatened to pull me out from shore, the everything that I had ever dreamed now right here at my fingertips, pouring his love into each sweet kiss at my lips. 

He pulled back to hold my face in his hands. 

“I’ve wanted this since I was a teenager in love with you.” His thumb brushed over my cheek. “You were just too stubborn to admit it, and I didn’t want to lose our friendship.” 

The tears rolled down my face now, fat and wet as he pulled me into his chest, laying us both back down onto the pillow pile as his arms tightened around my trembling body. 

“Yeah…” I sniffled. “I guess I was a little stubborn about my feelings.” 

Leo chuckled, his laugh echoing around the small room. “Who knew that all it would take was a lame pick up line.” 

I pinched his leg, earning a yelp. 

“Watch it.”

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Nona the Ninth Reaction - Chapter 15

i am very concerned about everything going on with Hot Sauce right now. she knows something is up with Angel, she was at the burnings, she’s looking out of the window for something. i really hope she hasn’t gotten caught up in anything to do with BoE, or some other kind of conflict, i don’t think it will end well for her 

once again i adore the dynamics at play here with Hot Sauce’s little gang. and once again something that is written in a way that makes it initially funny but becomes very sad when you think about it, Honesty doesn’t take the painkillers for his black eye so that he can sell them

Angel is getting progressively more tired and less put together, and was dropped off by someone in a car - i wonder if this has anything to do with when she had mentioned being not quite a doctor, potentially she was some kind of medic in a military context? also i initially make short comments in physical handwriting on my copies before typing them up, and no joke it took me a good five minutes plus rereading all the descriptions of Angel so far to realise that i had written the word ‘doctor’ and not something unintelligible like ‘cleerr’ 

no-one coming to pick Nona up is somehow incredibly ominous, i have a very bad feeling about it given we last saw Camilla and Pyrrha tied up in a BoE van, with no guarantee they made it back 

oh and we have what is possibly an actual name for Angel, Aim. though Aim could still be a nickname for something else 

there’s a lot of mentions of food so far, and what Nona does/doesn’t want to eat. Nona only seems to hate eating actual food, and is fine with eating objects e.g., a pencil, which makes me wonder if thats somehow linked to chapter 7, where Nona mentions being hungry in the dream. and wayyy back in John 20:8 he talks about he and mysterious-Halecto-narrator being hungry ‘rarely’. 

huh, i wonder why Nona is so insistent that Hot Sauce shouldn’t use the term necromancers? ‘zombie’ i can understand, but even Gideon (and Harrow i think?) use the term necromancers and it doesn’t seem to be anything rude. unless it’s a slightly different term with different meanings in whatever language Hot Sauce/the whole city is speaking 

Nona and Hot Sauce are being very quiet and secretive talking about BoE, so it seems to be not quite as open a topic as i had thought. and given that Hot Sauce likely isn't involved with BoE given her apparent dislike of them, i hope she hasn't gotten involved with someone worse or more dangerous

and poor Hot Sauce, she’s seen an awful lot. i can understand why she hates necromancers so much, the description of how they used exploding bodies as lures is just horrifying 

not ‘The Secret’™. i wonder if its about the fact that she can hear the RB? but then Hot Sauce makes a comment about the ‘organ market’ … i’m guessing it has to do with the little mentions of how Nona is unhealthy in some way. and it’s not good that apparently she really doesn’t want to admit it to anyone else, not even Palamedes who could possibly help

Nona’s relationship with Hot Sauce is really very sweet, but given the reality of what/who Nona is vs how much Hot Sauce despises necromancy to the point of calling the BoE ‘zombie lovers’, i’m very worried about what’s going to happen to them in the future

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Hey! Could you do a lee! Minho and Han - ler!chan and seungmin? I think it would be Soo cute if it was Minsung vs chanmin xx

UnSurprise:

words: 720 tw: surprise tickles, chase a/n: thisissocuteimcrying🤍 lee: minho and jisung ler: chan and seungmin taglist: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpages @lajanaa this fic is about tickling, if it's not your cup of tea pls scroll!~

"HELP MEEEE!" Jisung squealed, running through the dorm.

"Wha-WHAT THE HELL?!" Changbin yelled, staring wide-eyed as Hannie almost knocked his coffee over, heavily pursued by Chan and Seungmin.

"Ugh. So immature." Changbin scoffed, adding more cream and sugar to his coffee.

"What? Why do you want me to hide you?" Lino asked, exasperated.

"Please! I love you so muchhh..." Hannie tried, wrapping his arms around his hyung lovingly and pressing a singular kiss to his cheek, which flushed pink.

"Ugh...fine. The closet's there."

Jisung ran and jumped into the closet, slamming the door just as Chan and Seungmin entered the room, determined to find him at all costs.

"Where's Han? He's got some wrecking to go through..." Channie cracked a knuckle threateningly before wiggling his fingers.

"Wrecking?! If I knew where he was I would help you, you know that." Minho shook his head, trying not to give himself away.

"Your ears are red." Seungmin pointed out, smirking evilly.

"O-Oh. I wonder why." Lino shrugged, cursing himself for stuttering.

"Minho...where is he?" Chan asked, approaching the blushy boy slowly.

"I don't k-know..." Minho stuttered again.

"He's in there." Changbin sipped his coffee and pointed at the door.

"...Really?" Lino deadpanned, watching as Seungmin opened the closet door and pulled a very squirmy Han out of it.

"NO! This is unfair!" Minho screeched when Chan pinned his arms high above his head.

"I didn't even do anything!" He complained loudly.

"You lied." Channie smirked.

Lino had no words.

"Okay, let's play a game!" Chan suggested.

"No! Your games always end up with one of us getting wrecked!" Jisung whined.

"Exactly! Now both of you are getting wrecked." Chan giggled.

"So you," He pointed at Jisung, "Will get light tickles, while Minho here, will get rough tickles."

"HEY! That's not fair!" Min yelled.

"UnSurprise!" Seungmin immitated the older's iconic meme, with a little twist.

"The thing is, Jisung will choose whether he gets rough or light, while you get the other choice. Do you understand?" Chan clarified gently.

"Okahahay! Okay okahahay!" Jisung giggled out as Seungmin's fingers moved gently along his stomach and neck, and he tried to get adjusted to the feeling.

"NOHOHOHO!"

Hannie whipped his head to the other side, watching Chan blow agonizingly ticklish raspberries into Lino's v-line.

The poor boy bucked his hips up and squealed when another raspberry was pressed into his hip.

"CHAHAHAHAN!"

"plehehaha!"

"They're so cute!~" Changbin cooed from the door, sipping his coffee amusingly.

"HAHAHANNIE! PLEHEHEASE SWIHIHITCH IHIHIT!" Minho couldn't handle the raspberries much longer, especially when Channie decided to tickle his ribs at the same time and nibble gently at the skin.

"i-i dohohont wanna!" Jisung wasn't scared.

Okay, maybe he was a little scared. Who could blame him, after watching Minho go practically insane.

"PLEHEHEHEASE!"

After a second of thinking, paired with his giggles, Jisung gave in to help his hyung.

"fine, switch..."

In less than a second, Chan had let up on Minho, giving the younger a small break and patting and rubbing lightly on his stomach.

However, things had gotten much worse for Jisung.

Seungmin scratched at Hannie's ribs with his fingernails, slinging one leg over Hanji's stomach to hold him down.

Jisung fell apart in laughter, the scratching tickling him wayyy more than he would like to admit.

"SEHEHEHEUNGMIHIN! SEUNGMIN PLEHEHEHEASE!" Jisung squealed loudly, blushing a bright red when Changbin cooed again.

"hahahah! chahahannie thihihis ihihis wohohohorse!" Minho whined as Chan traveled around his underarm lightly with one finger.

"I know, baby." Chan giggled, scratching at a sensitive spot he had found and watching Minho whimper through his loud giggles.

"IHIHIM DOHOHONE! DOHOHONE SEUNGMIN PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE! OHO MY GOHOHOHOSH!"

"Okay, you big baby! There's no way it tickled that much!"

"Yah! I'm stihill your hyuhung!" Jisung scolded, though the bright smile on his face contrasted his tone.

Seungmin shrugged, moving his nails closer to Han's sensitive ribs and watching the older immediately beg and apologize.

Minho sat up promptly once he regained his strength, wiping the tears of mirth off of his face before crossing his arms childishly.

"They're definitely the cutest lees ever." Changbin finished off his coffee, walking towards the kitchen sink to place his cup.

"Who bets Binnie's cuter?" Minho grinned, watching four hands go up.

"Well, he's next."

Poor Changbin had no idea what was coming.

[skiiyoomin]

ʚSinopsis: You try to cook something for your boyfriend, but your plan backfires completely. Thankfully he´s there to teach you, but you get a little sidetracked in that lesson.

ʚContent: smut with little plot, fem! pet names, reader has female body parts, swearing

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a/n After a very long awaited time, as promised, here is a part 2 of Cook Sukuna! @better-imagination-9 this ones for you <3 this turned out wayyy longer than i expected, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless

The day you saw Sukuna cook for the first time, something sparked inside you. Your mind flashed with a sudden memory, of the chef from Ratatouille. "Anyone can cook" is what he quoted. If a rat could manage to cook like Gordon Ramsay, why couldn't you.

An hour later, your kitchen had paid the consequences of your actions. You had somehow managed to set your pan on fire and overcook the vegetables. Instead of delicious soft slices of carrots and onions, your eyes found hard black crispy pieces of what were supposed to be said vegetables. So the chef lied. Not everyone can cook. Damn him.

And if things could get any worse better, Sukuna had gotten home just in time to see the catastrophic mess you had made. Your attempt to cover the mess was absolutely futile, Sukunas eyes had already taken in the disaster, not like you could hide much anyway. To your surprise, instead of scolding you, he barked out a boisterous laugh, folding over hysterically.

Once his laughter turned into soft chuckles, he straightened his back and glanced around the kitchen once more.

"Wow, you are really bad at this"

He said between fits of chuckles, wiping a small tear from his eye. And if the massive blush on your cheeks wasn't an indication enough of your embarrassment, your figure turning around so your back was facing him definitely was.

In your defense, you wanted to do something nice....and you didn't realize just how bad your cooking skills were....

Strong buff arms circle around your waist. Sukunas chin nestles on your shoulder, his teasing grin never ceasing from his infuriatingly handsome face.

"Hey c'mon now dollface, you know I'm just messing with ya"

Out of pure spite and pettiness, you turn your head away from his sharp gaze, outright refusing to give in so quickly, you had too much pride for that. Sukunas own stubborness had him forcing you to turn in his embrace and tilting your chin up so your wide eyes were looking up into his own.

"Princess, don´t be so embarrassed"

His lips quirked up into that smirk that, out of your own free will, had your not very hard, in Sukunas expertised opinion, resolving in mere seconds. His smirk widened and his vermilion eyes followed your moves as you lowered your head with a sulk.

"Just wanted to do something nice since you always cook for me"

Your mumble was barely audible, but still loud enough that Sukuna caught onto it. Rough calloused hands cupped your cheeks and once more tilted your head up to his.

"How 'bout I teach you then?"

He suggests with an unusually soft smile, and honestly, who were you to say no? You get free cooking lessons AND get to see Sukuna cook, you´d be an idiot to turn that type of offer down.

With that said, you both got to work cleaning the mess you had previously made and instead opted for cooking a simpler recipe. And you would say you were doing exceptionally well with Sukunas guide, but truthfully, he was doing most of the hard work.

Sukuna, feeling your very blatant staring, smirked to himself and swiftly glanced at your figure by his side, supposedly mixing the veggies. He had a big enough ego, but the way your eyes intently followed his movements and the way you were practically drooling over him had his cock hardening in his pants.

He moved to stand behind you, his large frame towering over yours. With a strong hand on your waist and another above your own holding the wooden spoon, he began moving his arm in slow circles, helping you do a fairly easy task.

Nevertheless, your mind was focused on anything but the task at hand. Instead, you were fixated on the feeling of his buff chest pressed against your back, on his hands on you, of his strong cologne filling your nostrils and blurring your senses.

You gulped, your breath picking up its pace and your chest beginning to rise and fall in uneven paces. And of course, ever the so perceptive man, Sukuna noticed. In a teasing motion, he began pressing soft kisses to the back of your neck, knowing fully well that it was your weak spot. Your hand trembled as you slowed down the pace of your stirring, too focused on the feeling of his soft lips against your sensitive skin.

"Who said you could stop dollface?"

His low deep voice tingled in your ears, his warm breath causing a shiver to run down your spine. With a small whine, you attempted to speed up your pace, but Sukunas teasing didn´t cease, and your senses didn´t clear up, rendering your simple task to be impossible.

A soft whine escaped past your lips as he gently suckled on the side of your neck. His hand left its place resting above your own and instead made its way underneath your loose shirt. Goosebumps rose up at the sensation of the pads of his fingers feeling the warm skin of your torso, soon enough finding its way to his target. Despite the coverage of your bra, Sukuna had no trouble finding your hardened nipples and rubbing his thumb above the smooth silk of the fabric.

Much to his pleasure, your body trembled and your back straightened, the soft whines continuing to errupt from your throat. His other hand that was previously resting on your waist, made its way down the opposite direction. The movement caused you, in an embarrasingly instinctive motion, to spread your legs apart just enough to grant him space. With a low chuckle, his long fingers slipped under the soft fabric of your panties, massaging in a taunting motion your bundle of nerves, feeling the arousal that had pooled in your panties a while ago.

Your whines turned into soft timid moans that filled the silence of the kitchen. The movement of his lips on your neck didn´t stop as he continued to pleasure you. Instead, he turned the fire off and flipped you around to face him. Manhandling you with ease, he grabbed the back of your thighs, propping you up on the island and going straight for your neck once more. Without a moments hesitation, he began to lower your shorts and panties, revealing your achingly wet pussy.

Sukuna felt his painfully hard cock twitch at the mere sight, and without a single second to waste, he lowered his own pants down until his large cock slapped against his stomach. No matter how many times you had seen him, you could never get over the drooling sight of his long and thick cock. He had one or two prominent veins and the most beautiful achingly red tip that had your thight cunt throbbing to feel him inside.

It was almost as if he read your mind, because almost immediately, he lined himself up to your entrance and propped his tip inside. Even the feeling of his tip had your back arching just the slightest bit and your breaths turning into small pants.

You let out a long whine as he pushed the rest of his length inside, his words edging you on.

"Fuck babygirl, your pussys so tight"

He groaned low in your ear, thrusting at in increasingly fast past that had you seeing stars. He grabbed the back of your knees and pushed them up to your chest, folding you with ease. The position let him pound into your pussy mercilessly, the feeling of his cock filling you to the very brim sending you over to cloud 9.

You screamed out his name like a mantra, loud enough that you were certain the neighbours could hear you, but it´s not like you could stop, not with the way he was practically fucking your brains out.

"Shiiittt, taking me so good, you like that huh? Like the way im spreading you open?"

You could only answer with more moans, his dirty words clouding your mind and his tip slamming in your g-spot making you dumb.

Feeling your cunt squeezing him tight made him see stars and his cock twitch, signaling his reaching orgasm. You weren´t too far off as you arched your back and threw your head back, your pussy unconciously squeezing even more.

"mmgh ´Kuna m´ close"

Is all you can manage to whine out between moans, the feeling of the knot forming in your stomach overfilling your senses. With one last hard thrust, the knot snapped. Your body twitched and writhed uncontrollably, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Sukuna grunted lowly as he spilled his cum inside you, filling you up to the very brim, and the sight of his hot sticky seed dripping down your hole as he pulled out was enough to get him feeling aroused again.

He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your inner thigh. When he looked up, his eyes were darkened with renewed excitment.

"Don´t think i´m finished with you just yet princess"

You had a looong night ahead of you.

[spectersgirl]

The last few weeks have thoroughly kicked my ass so I'm wayyy further (farther? whatever, you get it) behind than I anticipated with getting this out, but nonetheless, it is here.

No angst this time around, I think we're all set there with that last part <3

This takes place a year-ish after the previous part!

Something More (p.3)

Harvey Specter x Reader

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"Harvey come on, we're going to be late! And worse than that, your coffee is getting cold!" You yelled from the kitchen.

You heard Harvey laugh from the bedroom.

"I'm almost ready, baby. Can you put it in a thermos so I can take it with me?"

You grinned, looking down at the thermos you'd already filled for him. You knew he'd be late after he whined about not wanting to get out of bed and practically dragged you back into the bed with him so he could get some extra cuddles in that morning, something he'd vehemently deny should it ever be brought up in public.

You took the thermos and the bagels you'd toasted into the bedroom with you, where you found him tying his tie in the mirror.

"And what kind of wife would I be if I hadn't already done that, and made us bagels." You said proudly, emphasizing the word wife.

He smiled widely, looking at the items in your hands before pulling you in for a gentle kiss.

"Love hearing you say wife" He murmured as he kissed you.

"Well, that's perfect, because I love being your wife, and I love saying it." You replied, kissing him once more quickly before separating yourself from him. "Now, finish getting ready so we can go be the annoying newlywed couple at the office"

Harvey laughed before commenting that you two already weren't shy about your relationship at work.

"I know, but now I get to say things like 'I'm having lunch with my husband' instead of just boring old Harvey Specter" You teased.

He rolled his eyes in response, but he couldn't hide the grin on his face. Buttoning the suit jacket he'd just put on, he followed you out of the bedroom, not missing the chance to stare at your ass as you walked.

Today was yours and Harvey's first day back at work since you'd gotten married only two weeks prior, which you followed immediately by the most beautiful honeymoon in the Maldives. The time had flown by and as much as you loved being a lawyer, you couldn't confidently say that staying on the island and never coming home didn't enter your mind.

You really had no trouble convincing him to take a vacation for once, since it involved him seeing you in basically nothing but a bikini on the beach somewhere warm in the middle of January. You'd taken care of all of the planning and reservations, and Harvey was just happy to go along with anything you wanted. It made his heart swell seeing you so excited about spending this uninterrupted time with him and all he had to do was hand over his black Amex card to pay for it, which didn't bother him in the least. He would've moved the sun and the stars for you if you asked him, the love he had for you was something he didn't even know could exist only a few years prior.

Ray picked you both up outside and drove you to the office, the drive was quiet as you laid your head on Harvey's shoulder and watched the city fly by out the window. His hand rested on your thigh, idly rubbing at it with his thumb. You lifted your hand up to marvel at your new wedding band, which paired flawlessly with your engagement ring as it sparkled in the sunlight.

"Prettiest rings for my prettiest girl" Harvey murmured into your hair before kissing the top of your head.

Your heart fluttered in your chest every time he said things like that. You looked up at him, beaming as you lifted your head to kiss him properly.

The car ride was over sooner than either of you would have liked, and you stepped out into the freezing Manhattan air once more, clutching Harvey's arm for warmth before getting inside.

Everyone in the office was overjoyed to see you both return, whether that was because you were both generally liked in the office or because that meant you'd both have your workloads off their desks and back on your own, you couldn't be certain.

Donna had taken the liberty of not only decorating your office with congratulatory decor but Harvey's as well. She couldn't resist covering every inch of his desk with heart-shaped glitter confetti, but she spared you that headache and opted for big lettered balloons that spelled out CONGRATS that floated perfectly in place in front of your window.

Not an hour had gone by before your phone lit up with a text from Harvey.

Can we go back to the island yet? Louis is already in here bitching about the associates and his bran bars.

You giggled, shaking your head at the message. You stood from your chair, grabbing the small trinket from your purse that you'd specifically bought on vacation for the Louis Meltdown Moment you knew would happen approximately the second you entered the building, and walked to Harvey's office.

"Louis! I was looking everywhere for you!" You exclaimed, feigning innocence that you had no idea he was in Harvey's office.

His face lit up at this admission, immediately forgetting what it was that he was yelling to Harvey about seconds before.

"We have a little something for you, we bought it in The Maldives. We saw it and thought how perfect it would be for you!"

You held out the small gift bag, which Louis quickly grabbed and opened, his curiosity piqued.

He gasped when he pulled the small ceramic figurine of a tabby cat out, inspecting every detail. The smile on his face was one of pure joy.

"Oh my gosh! This is so perfect! Thank you guys!" He said, giving you a hug, then hugging Harvey before rushing out of the room, mumbling about where he was going to place his new little friend.

Harvey's face was a mixture of shock and confusion as he looked up at you.

"We bought Louis a souvenir?" He asked, having no recollection of its existence.

You grinned and nodded, sitting down opposite him at the desk.

"He's a grown ass man, why on earth did we buy him a souvenir?"

"I bought it because I figured he would be all wound up over something or another and I thought about what would distract my five-year-old nephew from a tantrum. It was either a little trinket or some candy."

"Safe bet on the cat... thing. I don't think Louis even eats candy." Harvey replied.

"What would you do without me?"

"I honestly have no idea."

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hey, if possible Lesso with prompt 27 please?

Angst, happy ending but any direction you fancy! Thank you! I adore you’re work! 😘💛

Hiiiii @grumblebee-93! I appreciate your request and your patience for me to get to yours (: Thank you for your kind words and for reading my work 💕 This work was inspired by a song which I’ll tag for you (;

Red Fever ~Leonora Lesso xFem Librarian!Reader

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#27. “If you hate me so much, why do moan my name in the shower?!”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, angst, degrading kink, nicknames, shower sex, masturbation, enemies to lovers vibes, hate fucking, fingering, implied sex…, etc.

Enjoy (;

It was no secret that you and Lesso didn’t like each other.

Lesso had made it evidently clear that she thought having a non Ever/Never Librarian to bridge the two schools to be bullshit.

And you had made it evidently clear that you would not tolerate her negative and evil shenanigans.

Luckily, you spent most of your time in the library which was in the Ever side of the school; so for the most part, you didn’t see Lesso.

Except for staff meetings…

And whenever Lesso found it convenient to bug you at meal times…

~

“Normie…” Lesso snarked at you on her way into the library/meeting room.

“Red…” you bit back.

~

“Don’t get in involved in things that surpass you, Normie…” Lesso jeered, glaring at you from across the dining table.

“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do, Red.” You punctuated, glaring right back.

~

“What books would you not recommend, Normie?” Lesso asked, having appeared out of nowhere in the library.

“Why…?” You snarked.

“Because you obviously have bad taste in what you do like to read…” Lesso snarked right back.

~

That was only the beginning…

But the worst of it was that you found yourself gravitating to Lesso’s taunts and jeers.

Yea, they hurt, but she was like a fucking magnet…

After a particularly brutal staff meeting, in which you had to excuse yourself because you and Lesso had gotten so heated, you rushed to the teachers quarters to compose yourself.

Lesso had gotten you to the verge of tears this time.

And she had had the biggest fucking Cheshire Cat grin while doing so…

But that wasn’t even the worst of it.

The worst of it was the ever growing wet spot in your knickers accompanied by a tightening coil in your stomache.

You rushed into the female staff shower quarters (yes the school was old fashion, dormitory style in that way), slamming the door shut behind you.

You stripped and quickly turned on the hot water to try and calm yourself.

~

Immediately when you had stormed off, Lesso had had the gut feeling that she had gone too far.

Which she didn’t get often…

But you hated her, didn’t you?

Regardless, she was determined to find you after the meeting.

She checked all the books of the library…

Nothing.

She checked your sleeping quarters…

Nothing.

She checked your classroom…

Nothing.

Eventually, all that was left was the showering quarters.

Lesso entered the large room swiftly and silently.

And the sound of running water coming from one of the showers confirmed your presence.

But before she could do anything else, Lesso heard something else…

~

You couldn’t help it…

For some reason, Lesso degrading and taunting you turned you on.

Wayyy more than you were comfortable with.

It was not okay for her to treat you that way…

And yet every time, you found yourself snaking your hand down to your soaked cunt, relieving the painful ache in between your legs…

Today was no different.

If anything, it was worse…

The heated water hitting you only spurred your actions on even more.

Pretty soon, you were skillfully fucking your cunt in the way you knew got to you best…

“OhHhh, Fuck you Lesso…!!” you moaned as you yet again just barely came close to your orgasm but didn’t quite make it.

You tried to stifle the sounds that came out of your lips…

But today, it was extra hard…

You found your fingers weren’t doing it today, and it started to frustrate you.

Lesso was getting to you.

~

“OhHhh, Fuck you Lesso…!!”

Lesso was stunned in place for a solid minute.

Had she heard right?

That was most definitely you…

And it was most definitely a moan…

As soon as Lesso unfroze, she rushed over to where the sound had come from.

She ripped the shower curtain open, her eyes widening at the sight.

~

At the sound of the curtain, you quickly snuck your hand back from your heat and your eyes widened in shock at the sight of Lesso.

“What the fuck, Lesso?!” You shrieked, trying to use the shower curtain to immediately cover up.

But it was too late.

Lesso had seen you…

And she had immediately decided that she wanted to see you again…

No… She wanted to have you…

But you hated her, didn’t you??

“Lesso!! What the actual fuck?!” You repeated, when Lesso didn’t respond and was simply staring at you.

“Me???” Lesso snapped back, “What the fuck to you!! This is a public showering area!”

“Oh my God, Can’t you just leave me alone?? I fucking hate you…!” You seethed.

Lesso couldn’t stand this anymore.

She couldn’t stand the elephant in the room.

“If you hate me so much, why do moan my name in the shower?!” She screamed back.

Now it was your turn to go silent.

You had feared that she’d heard it…

But you didn’t know until that moment.

And that’s when it clicked for Lesso.

This wasn’t hatred that you had for her…

It was lust.

A smirk plastered over Lesso’s face.

“Red, Don’t be ridicul—”

But before you could finish your lie, Lesso’s lips had crashed into yours.

She pinned you to the wall with ease, closing the curtain, and ignoring her clothes which were getting soaked.

All she focused on was attacking your precious lips.

Oh and the moans she drew from those pretty lips…

As she devoured your lips, Lesso snaked her own hand down to your aching cunt.

She moaned in delight at how your were dripping for her…

“Fuck Normie…” Lesso panted, “Need me that bad?”

“Yes fuck please Red…” you breathlessly pled with her, arching your back and hips to her touch.

Lesso fucked you right then and there. While wearing all her clothes. The water still running.

It was absolutely, delightfully sinful…

[canonically47]

Here's another question. Favorite and least favorite elimination of each TD/DC season?

ooo fun question!! let’s see :3

total drama

season 1: favorite - courtney. SORRY i really just didn’t vibe with her :( my least favorite was leshawna and another close one is harold

season 2: favorite - courtney she was even worse in TDA so. yeah. my least favorite was harold again. what a surprise! also lindsay as a close second

season 3: favorite - sierra & courtney OKAY I’M SORRY ABOUT COURTNEY no i’m not least favorite were ezekiel, harold, noah, overall just a bunch of goos characters that shouldve gotten better arcs

season 4: favorite - lightning counts right? i loved cameron’s ending :3 least favorite were zoey and jo my girls were ROBBED

season 5: favorite - gwen & courtney because why did they make it so far oh my god.. least favorite was like, everyone?? this season treated everyone like shit but heather and alejandro especially. ESPECIALLYYY heather. poor heather :(

season 6: favorite was above all dave then rodney then scarlett and then the twins and funnily enough my least favorite was max,, AND JASMINE justice for jasmine

season 7: favorite - DATERS AND BEST FRIENDS WOOO CHEERED AT BOTH & least favorite - goths i will never forget you. so unfair. step-bros you too <//3

season 8: when julia was eliminated, THAT was cinema. on the other hand bowie not winning and damien losing like that?? rigged

season 9: favorite was priya & least favorite was bowie and damien AGAIN omfg rigged. and mk. and ripper and axel. and zee. and

disventure camp

season 1: didnt really care for/like ashley and lill so imagine my excitement at the double elimination! on the other hand alec’s elimination was SOOO UNFAIR and i still hate it so much

season 2: idk yul was pretty satisfying but i cared wayyy less for the s2 characters than the s1 ones, i guess my least favorite would be aiden? but i believe james deserved the win a lot

season 3: no favorite elimination yet and i HATED james’ unfair vote COME ON TWINK DIE ALREADY (jake)

[sucrows]

B, D, & K + Arashi for the event! If that’s ok :)

MY Q U E E N good choice anon good choice!

(NSFW UNDER CUT)

[B] BODY PART: 

Her physique and her face! She works very hard to keep her body in shape and she was very lucky to be born with a very pretty face. While she used to be quite bratty, she’s learned as she’s gotten older to be not only proud of, but also grateful for what she has. On her partner? Probably their hands/arms. She loves playing with fingers and holding hands and linking arms and fingering so those all tie nicely together. Not to mention some people have some r e a l l y nice calluses and veins that she can appreciate.

[D] DIRTY SECRET: 

Her obsession with Akiomi was SERIOUS I mean, like, even going as far as to seek out porn where one of the actors looked like him type serious. She would listen to audio dramas with VAs similar to him, her daydreaming of him was INTENSE. It was wayyy worse than most people thought. Thankfully, with time, she’s able to get over it but dear lord did he live rent free in there before. Though, if she were to be crushing on you then uh... well, it's a good thing she knows how to erase her search history huh?

[K] KINKS: 

It’s pretty obvious but she is very into praise and body worship, she overall is a massive service top and loves caring for others. She likes making people absolutely melt into her during sex and she’s honestly great at it. She knows exactly the right things to say to make people absolutely fall apart emotionally. I would say it wouldn’t be uncommon for her partner to cry during sex with her if they were a softer person. Speaking of crying... she’s perhaps a bit lowkey into dacryphilia. She thinks it’s cute and that it means she’s doing a good job of reaching her partner with her words! 

[skinny2tb]

€d update & motivation talk

Soo, I'm back, it's currently 3:55pm. and GUESS WHAT today was my math final exam.

Well, I'm pissed (in a good way tbh) because all the pressure I did to myself in the last couple of weeks was so unnecessary. It was wayyy easier than expected and honestly I'm pretty confident that I might even get a 2 or 3?? Whatever, today I almost fainted in the girls bathroom due to my liquid fast and low cal intake but luckily nobody was around so I just took a deep breath and went back to my friends. Not gonna lie I got quite nervous when they kept asking me if I'm alright because I 'looked pale' but I told them I simply didn't sleep well today and thank goodness they were fine with my answer.

Honestly I really don't want them to find out that my €d is back but right now it's just extremly difficult since it has gotten even worse this time.

But the one question I keep asking myself is what I'll do for the rest of the week since we finished all the finals and can now stay at home heh^^

My main fear was the temptation to b¡nge while my parents are still at work. That's why I called my mom and asked her where the keys for our basement are, so that I could go into our sauna and she fr bought it! So, now I got the keys and all the snacks locked away. Out of sight out of mind, rightt?

At least one would think so.. because despite of all the effort I put in hiding the snacks my cravings are literally haunting me. But somehow I also get nauseous even thinking about all the calories, unhealty fats and sugar at the same time. I guess I trained my brain pretty well lol

I'm doing this for the summer slimming, the compliments and validation you'll get when people notice your slim legs, people getting out of their ways just to help you, the hotpants... and the list goes on. (Side fact about me: the only thing I truly like about me is my extremly skinny waist, everytime someone hugs me the first thing they say is how small it is and that's the best compliment in my opinion lol)

C'mon now STAND UP, MOVE YOUR BODY and actually DO the workouts you want to instead of procrastinating it for another day, you lazy potato! It's up to you how this years summer will be like.. think of all the new friends you could make and the fun you'd have when you can finally be your true self without being reduced to your weight.

I'm doing the 'Le Sserafim'-workout since this one works best for me but if you wanna try it too make sure to drink enough water and take breaks in between the exercises. Passing out is not worth it. Especially when you're new to such workouts take your time and do it day by day my love.

Hope you guys have a great day, idk yet but maybe I'll post again today depending on my mood.

Mwah ly guys, stay strong<33

(By the way, if you happen to suffer from an €ating disorder or know somebody who might have one don't hesitate to seek professional help, everybody deserves recovery <3)

[doodlesfromthebird]

Heya I've been drawing for a few years now but I'm still learning every day and I'm more than aware of the skill gap between me and others which is fine I am willing to work hard and improve. You and your art is a really big inspiration to me and I hope to reach your level someday. Can't help however but be really demotivated and easily affected by the difference between me and others and I know I shouldn't compare myself with people who have been drawing for wayyy longer than I have. What was your experience while improving your art? Any words of wisdom from the bird? I love drawing and I don't want to lose this kind of connection to it but most of the hours I spend practising are driven by spite and hatred over my own self aaaagh is this too personal lol thank god for the anonymous option lol I LOVE YOUR ART, I look at everything your passion for art overflows through your work.

Hey, pal! It's nothing to fret over, and I'm glad you feel comfortable sharing this! I think getting all your thoughts out this way is already good way to start, and I hope that alone was able to let off some steam on the subject.

I absolutely know how this feels, and it's still something that crops up for me time to time, too! It's gotten easier to manage over the years, but there's certainly times where it's taken the wind outta my sails and sunk my energy to be creative.

I think when you're wrapped up in that headspace, the best thing to do is stop the struggle and don't try to force progress. Don't even allow yourself to problem solve, or ask anything from yourself when that cloud's over your head. There have been plenty of times where I just end up making myself feel worse by simply asking "why do I like to create in the first place?" because I'll come up with overly critical answers "well, it's the only thing I'm good at"

Wait til you've distanced yourself from that frustration, and then give yourself time to reflect. Why do you actually enjoy making art? What about your connection to your creativity is so special to you? At what point in time did you enjoy drawing the most, and why? Why do you want to improve in the first place?

It's difficult because I think it's wonderful that you're pushing yourself to improve and practice. There's been many times where I've wished I could go back in time and tell myself to get more serious about practicing sooner. However, I absolutely don't think it's worth putting strain on your connection with your creativity. I think spite can be a powerful motivator, but when it's fueled by your own dissatisfaction and hatred for your own work, it cuts off the flow of that essential part of you that loves to create for the sake of it.

Sitting down to practice is going to feel like torture, because that spark of joy just CAN'T get to ya when you're trying to appease that part of you that thinks its you're gonna get left behind if you don't work harder. Brute forcing improvement has absolutely worked for some people! But it's also completely normal for that work style to make YOU feel miserable if it's at odds with how you actually enjoy drawing.

Is this all to say that you should only try to get better when you're in LOVE with how you feel about art? Not at all! You don't have to try and add any special feelings or force positivity, you just have to remove the resistance and the burden you put on yourself as best you can.

So if I could suggest anything, as corny as it may sound: be more kind to yourself. I mean it! Make peace with where you are. Celebrate your small wins. Detach yourself from it, if nothing else. Your art isn't always going to look better than it did yesterday, but look back on your work from a year ago! If you don't like the way your art looks, that's fine! That can be 100% true and it doesn't have to be a bad thing. You're going to improve. Take inspired action and practice in a way that draws that connection you treasure with art closer to you. Spend more time listening and indulging in what the creative in you wants to do in between study sessions.

I can comfortably say that I'm at the skill level where younger me would have wanted to aspire to be at. And yet, I have MANY days where I look at my work and wished it looked like someone else's. I still stare at a blank canvas with an idea in my head and feel dejected because my skill level isn't up to par with what I want to achieve. I promise you your art has value the way it looks Right Now.

Once you give yourself that grace, you're going to start looking forward to practicing. The inspiration that'll hit is going to motivate you to try things you might never have thought you'd attempt. Once you look at your work differently, your work is going to change. That's not going to be easy at first, but you can start by just saying "I am where I am, and I'm getting ready to be even better."

If you're interested in some suggestions to maybe get in the flow, while also satisfy the brain's need for Progress when practicing just isn't hittin' right:

Challenge yourself to scribble whatever pops into your head. Anything. Maybe it's absurdly complicated! Who cares. draw The Last Supper from memory in five minutes as best you can. Draw an insane fight scene with stick figures in weird angles. Your brain is going to !!HATE!! doing it, but that's fine! It's going to force you to detach from it. Allow yourself to create something that's bad and can be thrown away right after. Don't spend more than 30 minutes on these. Take the most complicated ideas off a pedestal by just Attempting them anyway.

Challenge yourself to draw only what would appease your inner child for a full day. If you used to trace over screenshots from a tv show to insert a fan character in, DO THAT. Draw something while listening to the soundtrack of one of your favorite video games as a child. Draw an alternative book cover for one of your favorite childhood books.

Practice anatomy by turning the models your referencing from into your favorite characters.

Color/paint a scene/character by picking colors from a screenshot in a movie you really like.

put on a favorite show/movie and draw for the entire duration of an episode/movie run-time. Draw passively without the intention of showing it to anyone.

draw a bunch of large, wonky shapes that fill up the entire canvas/paper and draw mini illustrations contained within those shapes.

IF ALL ELSE FAILS!!! GO TAKE A NAP!!! :) Don't be hard on yourself for being hard on yourself, either. Allow yourself time and ease.

I hope any of this brought hope, or comfort, or even just something to consider. I'm so glad you enjoy my art!! Thank you for your kind words. You and I and everyone else are walking this same road to improvement, and even though sometimes it might not feel that way, we're ALL walking side by side. You aren't alone, friend.