#betcha didn't see that coming

[softmushie]

ok let’s do this again:

hi i’m back

#vtuber #betcha didn't see that coming #all my vtuber friends are flocking to tumblr and i'm like wow time to check on my old tumblr #but since twitter hates artists i'm back here #how are y'all doing i became a vtuber #i got a new faq up #also ask me stuff #i miss doing tumblr shit #also tell me why my croissant post got like 30 fucking notes in the span of 5 minutes #like why are people still following me #art #artists on tumblr

[sartorialadventure]

My roommates just got back from a con in Philadelphia! Callie has always adored The Little Mermaid, and she got the chance to meet Jodi Benson, voice of the animated Ariel! @spark-of-jenius made her an entire costume. She got the sewing pattern, started putting it together, and realized that the pattern was sized wrong and the waist size was TWENTY INCHES off what it was supposed to be! But she’s such a good costumer that she managed to remake the pattern to make it all work and look amazing.

1. Callie with Jodi Benson and our friend ( @spark-of-jenius​ also modified the Elsa costume and made the magic effect she’s holding! More Elsa photos at the bottom of the post.) 2-3. Callie with other Ariels! 4. Wheelchair decor! Also by @spark-of-jenius​ 5. The full dress. Please note the slash-and-puff sleeves! 6. The underskirt. Iridescent fish scales, and a layer of gauzy iridescent bubbles overtop! 7. Lining of the sleeves. She just had to. lol 8. Embellishment 9. Painted and embellished shoes 10. Bejeweled dinglehopper!

More Elsa photos!

#fashion #elsa #ariel #disney #the little mermaid #costumes #costuming #cosplay #accessories #disability fashion #disabilities #fantasy fashion #betcha didn't see the crutches in the first photo!! #btw #there's been a lot of bullshit spewed about the casting of halle bailey in the new little mermaid #callie went to see it #and she said she liked it BETTER than the animated one! #coming from her that's saying a lot #long post

[the-mike-est-of-michaels]

ITS FINISHED!! this took 93 hours and exactly a month

also tommyinnit commissioned this from me!! I'm probably gonna give it to him in the next few days :D

#mike's embroidery #betcha didn't see this one coming #i didn't either #lovejoy #lovejoy fanart

[lemony-snickers]

maybe a combo of "unintentional kiss" and "hanami" and whoevery you feel like writing about <3

The petals are beautiful. Spinning madly like a runaway snowstorm as the wind shakes them from their branches.

Hinata has intentionally come to enjoy all the sights and scents of hanami in the dark, when she can be almost certain no one else is around. Despite all her efforts, all the pressure placed upon her as an heir to a Clan she doesn't always understand and how she strives to meet such expectations, she's never been very good with crowds.

She likes the quiet, though. It suits her. Always has. She thinks it's part of why she and Shino get along so well; they understand that about each other.

Kiba, of course, doesn't get it at all, and will loudly proclaim as much on a fairly regular basis.

HInata giggles at the memory of him doing just that only a few days prior, shouting in the middle of a training assignment that he couldn't hear her instructions when she whispered them.

Her smile falters, though, a moment later. Hinata was proud that Kurenai designated her as team lead, but Kiba's response (and their resulting failure in the exercise) dampened her confidence.

Maybe she isn't meant to be a squad captain. Maybe she isn't meant to be the next head of the Hyuga clan.

As she wanders through the trees, letting the soft pink and white petals cling to her dark hair like the stars dusted over the night sky overhead, Hinata wonders if she will ever figure out what she is meant for. Because it seems like the more time goes on, the more she know what feels wrong while still struggling to figure out what feels right.

The sharp sound of a snapping branch makes Hinata's heart pound a little too hard against her sternum. She activates her byakugan on instinct, so she can better assess the area around her.

It doesn't take long, though, to find the source of the noise, and then her heart hammers for entirely different reasons.

Naruto Uzumaki is avoiding the festival crowds, too, it seems, though Hinata can't imagine why. There was a time when she would have understood; back before everyone in Konoha finally saw him as she always had.

But now?

"Who's there?!"

Hinata lets out a soft gasp when Naruto turns and looks straight in her direction. She releases her kekkei genkai and steps out from the tree she instinctively ducked behind.

"S-sorry, Naruto-kun, it's just... me."

Naruto squints through the dark, nose scrunching comically as he does so, and then his mouth breaks into a two-wide grin that makes Hinata doubly grateful for the darkness so he can't see how she blushes.

"Oh, HInata-chan! What are you doing out here?"

"Just... admiring the blossoms."

And now wishing very much she had chosen a different evening to do so because Naruto is walking toward her. He's saying something, chatting affably in that way he does with everyone that always makes Hinata feel like maybe she could be important. Maybe she could stand out from her family, from her team, if she was just a little braver.

If Naruto smiled at her a little more.

"Oi, HInata-chan, are you all right?"

"Ah!"

He's very close, she realizes suddenly. Too close.

Because when she lifts her head to stop staring at his feet so she can tell him that, yes, thank you she's okay but also she has to leave right now, her forehead bumps against his chin.

Naruto loses his balance and Hinata stares up into his sky blue eyes, startled and embarrassed, throwing her hands out to try and steady him. As he flails, Naruto's lips brush ever-so-slightly over Hinata's and she snaps her hands away to muffle a startled shout, clamping both her palms over her mouth like a vice.

"Woah!"

Naruto slams unceremoniously to the ground at her feet, but Hinata is too stunned to ask if he's okay.

Because she's trembling, sweating. She's either going to throw up or there's a wasp making a nest in her stomach because Naruto's lips just touched hers and isn't that... a kiss?!

She bolts before Naruto can stand, shaking her head furiously in an attempt to ignore his concerned shouts. He's so loud all the time, she thinks, but instead of that sinking feeling when Kiba yelled at her during their training, Hinata finds comfort in the sound of his bellowing voice.

Because Naruto never seems like he needs her to be anything but quiet. On the rare occasions when they've spoken, she never feels like she isn't contributing enough; as though she is superfluous to the conversation.

Somehow, he always makes her feel included. Seen even when she doesn't always want to be. Even tonight, when she thought she wanted to admire the trees alone but then suddenly he was there and now part of her wonders if she'd stayed whether the evening might have been even better with him at her side.

Hinata is silent as she enters her home, silent as she closes her bedroom door and climbs into her futon.

As she stares up at the ceiling, eyes wide and heart still hammering, Hinata feels her mouth pull into a shy smile. She brings a hand up to touch the still-tingling skin of her lips, remembering the faintest brush of Naruto's--chapped and rough and yet still so nice against hers.

For the first time she can remember, Hinata wishes there had been a crowd. Wishes someone loud like Kiba or Ino had witnessed it just so they could yell about it and Hinata would know for sure it wasn't a dream.

prompt list for those interested. <3

#naruhina #naruhina fanfiction #lemony scribbles #wind-becomes-lightning #april 🌧️ lem 💐 #betcha didn't see that one coming did you nisi eheh #idk i was just trying to think of someone you love who maybe doesn't get enough love for you and i thought of hinata and i hope this is oka

[cagcd]

      If looks could set someone on fire,   the star would have been burnt to a crisp hours ago.   Something held Hanzo back,   although he seemed much eager to rid himself of his unwanted company that was the remorseless Johnny cage.   He remained calm,   relatively speaking,   perhaps for common curtsy,   or a test of patience raiden set forth for him by tolerating a series of bad jokes and movie references he could never catch.   In his defence,   Johnny was on his best behaviour,   aside from a remark with the word   ' lit ',   he hadn't pushed the envelop,   yet.   But there he stood,   that same grim expression upon his features,   eyebrows knitted in clear annoyance,   [  if he had but known of the air about him that had the ability to drive someone mad he would've been nothing short on impressed.  ]

      " sun glasses are impractical to combat."

        ❛❛   Wha            ❜❜        he gasped,   tugging on said sunglasses to look the man clearly in the eyes.   Insulting him was one thing,   insulting his sunglasses is a whole different other thing.        ❛❛   Impractical ?   Impractical ?!   You and I need to have a serious talk,   ninja assassin.   ❜❜        he huffed,   hands reaching for his custom-made jacket's inner pocket.   One would assume he'd have a couple on him with how few articles he's wearing but in a few minutes time he has at least   five   at hand.   Where is it   ...   where             ah-ha !   He produces a vibrant yellow framed sunglasses   &.   Places it on his companion's face,   adjusting his own as well as though they'd help him see better.

        ❛❛   You clearly don't know because you never worn any,   see ?   Now you look cool as fuck   ❜❜        he nods in approval,   proud of himself.        ❛❛   As for practical             ❜❜       another pair of shades is taken from his vast collection,   a pause,   and he tosses it at him like a ninja star without a warning,   how's that for practical ?   Well,   he wouldn't get a straight answer for he bolted out the moment he pulled that off.

@scorpiun // local menace doesn't know when to stop -

#scorpiun #☆.⠀⠀⠀here's johnny⠀⠀⠀⎯⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀⠀(⠀answered !⠀) #// JFJLIRFHEK #// BETCHA DIDN'T SEE THIS COMING #// keep the glasses tho ur cool in his eyes

[eternalgoldfish]

just like kisses (on the necks of "best friends")

By @eternalgoldfish and @desert-dino

Byler | Complete | T | 4.7k

Karen Wheeler’s laundry room smells like Tide detergent and floor cleaner. It makes Will fidget, more than he’s already been fidgeting, nervous. Exposed. Behind him, the TV roars with some creature double feature Dustin picked up. It’s something about bats or lagoons that involves a lot of screaming and bad organ music. Will doesn’t know. He hasn’t been paying much attention.

Close the door, Max mouths while she flaps her hands, Princess Peach still wet on her nails, sparkles catching in the dim lighting. She hoists herself up onto the dryer while he does as she says, insulating them into the laundry room, though the closed door does little to muffle the movie. Just over the din, he can hear Mike trying to get everyone’s pizza order.

“So, what’s the deal?” Max asks, one brow cocked as she blows on her manicure.

The yellowed light in here is too bright compared to the half-dark of the other room. He shuts his eyes, tucking his chin against his chest as he takes a sharp, deep breath, feeling twelve instead of seventeen.

It’s stupid, so stupid, but she needs to know. He needs to tell someone before it kills him, before it comes burbling up unannounced and unwanted. Or worse, before someone notices her concerned, prying eyes, and figures out they’re for him.

“I have a thing for Mike,” he says into his shirt, ripping off the bandaid, eyes peeking up.

Max’s face blinks with underwhelmed confusion. “What?”

“You know, a thing,” he mumbles, words mushed against the roof of his mouth so they don’t come out any clearer.

“I don’t understand grumbling boy speak. You’re going to have to use real sentences.”

Read on AO3

#byler #mike wheeler #will byers #will byers x mike wheeler #stranger things #fanfiction #my fic #SURPRISE #betcha didn't see this one coming

[keeps-ache]

someone copied all my tags....... lol................

#just me hi #i know it's an ios glitch i'm not gonna be mean but #i reacted like i got shot #so #..... #[cough] #also i'm awake! #betcha didn't see that coming! while you were reading this! #this things i'm writing! awake!!! #'did i sleep well- NO! #do not assume i slept well!! i hate sleeping!! so much..........!! #it is no fun! what am i supposed to be doin huh?? #just layin there?? just with my eyes closed and in the dark?? #the only time!! i like sleeping!! is when i am on the verge of falling alseep every five minutes!! THEN it's nice!! #we need to evolve beyond this darn dangit!! #this as been a rant #by ya boi #peace

[ego-sum-id-quod-cantum-ludere]

#betcha didn't see that one coming #it's ok i didn't either #garf #odin #garfield #garfield comic #owl house #consume the child #hooty the owl #the owl house hooty

[ultrabananapudding]

what's your favorite dessert?

CHEESECAKE 🗣️ Specifically Blueberry, that's a flavor I hold dear to my heart 🫐

#Betcha didn't see that coming now #With my name being banapudding lol #But with the mention of desserts it is making me crave a sweet treat #Thanks for the ask! and I hope u get to treat urself to something sweet today!! Preferably ur own favorite dessert 🍪 #ask #tumblr #mutuals #❤️ #captains log

[waokevale]

Part 2 of Le this

Betcha didn't see that coming huh?

#cotl #cult of the lamb #cotl heket #cotl narinder #cotl toww #cotl leshy #siblings annoying each other #as you do #warning: gone wholesome #¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

[livwritesstuff]

thinking about this again so here's a part 2

Eddie wakes up to rain. Heavy rain, the kind that keeps the morning sky dark and bounces loud off the roof and the walls and the windows.

The rain didn't wake Eddie up. What did it was a pair of big, warm arms wrapping around him and pulling him in close.

Steve’s arms.

Objectively, this should be a good thing, and past versions of Eddie (even twenty-four-hours-ago-Eddie) would be goddamn irate with him for feeling anything other than vehemently positive about it.

He’s feeling bothered. He’d gone to sleep last night feeling bothered because Steve had sacked out approximately three seconds after they’d hooked up for the first time, and now he’s being woken up by Steve’s big arms pulling him in close and that has Eddie feeling bothered all over again because this isn’t how he thought this would go at all.

“G’mornin’ Eds,” Steve mumbles, the remnants of sleep in his voice.

And then he has the audacity to press a soft kiss onto Eddie’s bare shoulder.

"Y'know," Steve says, "I was gonna ask if you wanted to go to the diner this morning, but…sounds like it’s kinda fuckin’ gross out there. I can make us something if you want.”

Eddie sits up, suddenly feeling like he’s been left outta the loop on some part of this because Steve doesn’t even seem surprised to wake up and find Eddie still in his bed.

If there’s anything Eddie hates more than feeling bothered, it’s feeling like he’s left outta the loop, like there’s a piece of all this that he’s missing.

"Uh, what are we doing here, Steve?" Eddie asks, and he regrets it the second he sees Steve's face turn all hurt and confused.

"I don't —" Steve starts, pushing himself up on his elbow into a half-seated position, "What...what are you talking about?"

And isn't that choice of words just completely ironic?

"Oh, now you're interested in talking? Or are you gonna fall back asleep the second I start to-"

"Wait –" Steve interrupts, his eyebrows furrowed, "Are you all pissed off because I fell asleep?"

"I'm not pissed off," Eddie mutters, fiddling with a loose string on the edge of the sheets.

"What the fuck did you want me to do?" Steve argues, "Break out a deck of cards and suggest a round of poker? It was late! I was tired! I don't know how else to say it, man. You, like — you did a good job. Really had me beat, or whatever."

And, sure, Eddie allows himself to sit with that notion for a second before he shakes his head.

"I needed you to talk to me!” he exclaims, "We fucked, and then you fell asleep, Steve! Like it was just a fuckin' hook-up to you or something."

That confused look is back on Steve's face, but instead of being laced with hurt, this time it's just plain bewildered.

"What — Eddie," he says, "We talked."

Huh?

“Huh?”

“We talked,” Steve repeats, “Before we…you know, and I said that I like you and I said that I’m not really into the casual thing anymore, and you seemed pretty on board with all that, man, I dunno.”

And yeah, sure, Eddie sort of remembers that.

He definitely remembers when Steve pressed him against his closed bedroom door, and maybe he’d also been speaking at the time, but they’d been so close together and Steve had kept doing these little glances down at Eddie’s lips and there’d been this intensity in his eyes and Eddie had been pressed against Steve Harrington’s closed bedroom door.

There hadn’t been a single coherent thought in his brain, obviously, and yes, that included comprehending any of those words Steve might have been speaking so everything that had come out of Eddie’s mouth in response had been yes, yep, uh-huh, you betcha.

Eddie feels heat rising in his cheeks and by the looks of the amused smile making a home on Steve’s face, he’s not blind to what Eddie is currently realizing either.

“Fuck,” Eddie mutters, “I’m a fucking idiot.”

"Maybe," Steve allows even as he starts to pull Eddie back into his arms, "Breakfast?"

#steve is like: dear god pls let me tell robin about this she thinks i have no game #steve: i need her to know my game is so good it completely shut your brain off #eddie: don't you dare #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #might clean this up a tad and post on ao3 if i'm feeling it

[raitonsfw]

𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: As you watched Tamaki's tentacles form against the spines of his fingers, you couldn't help the heat that rushed between your legs... you needed him now; it didn't matter that you two were still on a mission.

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, boyfriend!tamaki, tentacle play, use of tamaki's quirk (takoyaki), tentacle 'fingering', breast play, suctions, orgasm (reader), tamaki's a skittish lover, he's horny for you but makes sure he takes care of you.

a/n: so you might've awakened a new kink in me cuz i was elated to write this (idk if its my kink in writing quirks just taking over or if i now like tentacles, we'll never know but this was hot to write) wc: 600ish. v-day m.list | m.list

thirst count: 1

divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics

“This okay, Y/N?” A blush had spread across Tamaki’s face, the lavender visor he wore nearly fogging up from the heat from his cheeks as he looked away from you.

Of course Tamaki was timid… and flushed with lust. The both of you were in an abandoned alleyway, away from the hero scene doing God knows what. As one of his tentacles wrapped around your waist, you shivered under the wet slick of them. “Yeah, Ama– we should hurry.” 

You felt your hero uniform nudge to the side and a lengthy coil fell between your legs, creeping up the side of your leg towards your throbbing cunt. His eyes zeroed in on yours for a second as he mouth pressed into a thin line, trying his best not to freak out. You glanced down at his body, to his nimble hand which had sprouted five reddish tentacles from his earlier takoyaki snack. When you watched them transform, you knew you had to seduce him– hoping to get your boyfriend alone.

You said with innocence, “Betcha those tentacles don’t get used often, mind if I see ‘em?”

And here you were, after running your fingers against the suction cups and some sultry words slipping from your mouth– watching Tamaki tremble underneath said fingers as they rubbed against the seam of his tunic, right underneath his plum-colored bags. The white bulge was extremely prominent and you smirked. 

Tamaki had you under a spell, all five of his tentacles clinging onto you– one around your waist, one laying still around your neck, another suctioned to the fabric that covered your chest, and two teasing at your clit. As the two tentacles rubbed against your clit now, pushing beside each other, a whimper fell from your lips. “C’mon, Ama, put one of ‘em in.” 

“O-Okay…” You felt him shudder against you, a heavy sigh falling from his lips as you palmed him and one of his tentacles pressed into your cunt. You moaned loudly, his normal free hand flying to your mouth to try to shush you. “Quiet down please, Fatgum could come looking for us.” 

“Mm, or worse…” As you said that, his tentacle thrusted into you further and you squeezed your eyes shut at the rousing feeling. His suctions pressed against your walls, fucking in and out and you couldn’t help the incoming whines that came from you. “T-Tamaki…”

“Yeah, you doing okay?” He eased out, his other tentacle that housed it way down there playing with your clit. Its tip suctioned into the swell of it, smoothing circles into it as a wet pop–! sounded from your cunt. You were nearing your orgasm way faster than you ever anticipated, his obedience was on par– absolutely exceptional.

“Yeah, make me cum– so close…” 

You were too preoccupied by the heavenly motions against your clit– inside your cunt, you didn’t feel that the one across your chest had slithered its way into your bodysuit. Oh, Tamaki was bold today… tweaking your nipple hard in the latex and humming softly to himself as you clenched around the tentacle inside you. It kissed at your nipple, toying with it as you tried your best to suppress your moans against his palm. 

As you fell apart Tamaki pressed a soft kiss against your cheek, coaxing you through your release with his normal hand soothing over your waist. He pulled his tentacle out, inspecting it slightly and you almost wanted to watch him suck your juices off of it– but he sadly didn’t. 

“I’m buying you takoyaki every week– no, everyday.” You breathed out, both of your hands sliding underneath his tunic and against the tent of his bodysuit. Tamaki squeaked out a tiny noise, pressing closer to you with a skittish expression as he looked down the alleyway. “That’s a promise.”

#𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒'𝓈 𝓋𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈 ꨄ #𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚜 ☾ #mha x y/n #mha x you #mha smut #mha x reader #mha x female reader #bnha smut #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #bnha x fem!reader #tamaki amajiki x reader #tamaki amajiki x you #amajiki x reader #amajiki smut #amajiki tamaki #amajiki tamaki x reader #bnha amajiki #tamaki amajiki #fem reader #𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 ✰

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Mobility aid TF2? Well I'll give you one better...

GAY MOBILITY AID TF2

I BETCHA DIDN'T SEE THAT ONE COMING

THEY'RE GAY NOW

EDIT: Hey so I just realized I drew Medic in a hospital wheelchair for some reason? Instead of a manual one?? Maybe it's because in my reference pic it was a hospital wheelchair, but I swear I remember thinking about changing it to a manual one? I guess I was just being a dumbass and forgot lmao, sorry y'all

#I DONT ACTUALLY KNOW IF WHEELCHAIRS CAN SUPPORT TWO PEOPLE AT ONCE #GOOGLE HELPED ME NONE- SO LET'S JUST IMAGINE THAT MISS PAULING'S WHEELCHAIR IS ONE STRONG MOTFUCKER #tf2 #team fortress two #my art #tf2 medic #tf2 engineer #tf2 science party #science party #tf2 pyro #tf2 miss pauling #tf2 miss fire #mobility aid #disability #wheelchair user #prosthetics #partial nudity #ALSO I DID SEE ALL UR ASKS ABOUT MORE MOBILITY AID TF2 HEADCANONS I AM JUST VERY BURNT OUT ATM #SORRY :( #disabilitymercs

[kindasleepywriter]

Before You Leave Me - Rhys x Fem!Reader

Link to my masterlist

Chapter summary: After centuries spent by your side, Rhysand withdraws from you.

Warnings: Angst (no happy ending here folks), implied sexual content. Not edited, didn't have the time!

Note: Lyrics from this song, because Alex Warren has held my spotify hostage for too many days and it was an itch i needed to get out.

I'm scared you really mean it, that you're never comin' back

You should have seen it coming, really, you should have. You’d been fighting in a war you hadn’t even known, so focused on surviving Amarantha’s wrath under the mountain. Rhys’ wife and partner was prime meat for that bloodthirsty woman, and you’d let it distract you from what should have been clear from the start.

The comments started off innocent, his intense stare on the human girl shrugged off as concern for someone who couldn’t fight back. That was the Rhys you knew, always looking out for the defenseless. You’d praised his attempts at saving her.

The words of reassurance you’d once said now felt bitter on your tongue when you looked into your husband’s eyes and saw him searching, searching for someone you simply couldn’t be.

See your bag right by the stairs, I guess you already packed.

It wasn’t subtle, and you weren’t convinced that it was an accident. Drawers progressively emptier, nightstand completely clear of all signs of life, most appreciated bathroom products vanishing.  Not like he was here, anyway.

You sobbed the day the small painting on the dresser disappeared.

It was a painting of your wedding ceremony.

Know I can't change your mind, but how could you just leave like that?

A mating bond... Words that so often left Rhys’ tongue, spat like curdled milk. Nothing could break your love, he had said, he had promised, he had sworn before the stars themselves.

How horribly had you misunderstood, the design of the stars depicting a very different picture now.

Centuries of ups and downs, of hard moments, of saving each other from death itself, of soft touches given under silken sheets, moments with your family... You had seen it all together. Was it all so easy to dismiss?

Just give me one more night, hold me like you're still mine

Your evening had held a certain finality, every kiss dripping poison down your throat and every moan a cry for his love. You held him tight through every blinding wave, not letting go. Brought his forehead to yours, looked at the face of the man you had loved your entire life. He knew you so well, he knew every inch of your body because you were his.

Oh, love me for right now, before you leave me

You pretended not to hear the name whispered against your neck as he surrendered to his own pleasure.

Betcha didn't expect a fic from me today, huh? I like to keep y'all on your toes. Yes, its a songfic, I am the victim of my spotify playlists and I can't suffer alone

I am working on a Cassian oneshot, a Nesta one as well as the next chapter of BoP, keep an ear open for that!

Also, despite my writing history, i do not hate Rhys. He's just an easy target and I'm a vulture looking for the weakest link.

Banner created by the amazing @saradika!

#rhysand x reader #rhys x reader #acotar #acotar x reader #acotar fanfic #rhys fanfic #rhysand fanfic #rhys x you #rhys x y/n #rhysand x y/n #rhysand angst

[struckd0wn]

You had a hard day at work and Leon helps you unwind :P

Your boyfriend is on his knees below you, his face buried into your pussy. His mouth is hot and his face is a mess as he hold you there. You had already cum twice, almost enough to have you double over and fall on top of him, but he held you upwards with his hands on the back of your thighs. You look down at him, Leon's eye are closed tightly as he savors your tastes on his tongue.

"Leon.. I can't." You whine, legs feelings like jelly as you brace yourself with your hands in his hair. You try to pry him off of you but your attempts are futile.

Your boyfriend pulls away just enough to be heard through your folds. "You can. Just one more." and he's at it again, sucking hard at your throbbing clit.

You can feel another orgasms coming, painful in its overstimulation, bending over as you grow weeker. Leon persists, wrapping his large arms around your legs to keep you up and soon enough you cumming. Your legs give out below you, but he doesn't care, gently taking you down to the floor alls while licking you through your orgasms. A mess is made all over his face, your thighs close around him, hands tugging at his hair. Finally he pulls away from you, pupils blown in lust and face covered in your juices.

"Mm, good boy."

A/N: betcha didn't see 2 posts happening in 1 day 😎😎

#ftm reader #leon kennedy #re4 remake #smut #drabbles #male reader #sub male reader #trans reader #transmasc reader

[shortpplfedup]

The only Only Friends meta I'm gonna write...

@neuroticbookworm's post about how romance narratives ignore the ugly reality of poverty and class differences in-story and @lurkingshan's post about how the narrative is punishing Sand for naively simping for a dazzling rich boy, and Jojo n'em are kind of upending/deromanticizing the Cinderella trope (not her words exactly but that's the gist) sent me deep into my own thoughts. I have noted before that Ray does not see Sand as an equal and that's why he will never take him seriously and I feel the need to expound on that a little, and on why Sand and Ray are set for a tragic end whether they are together in the end or not.

You see, rich people and poor(er) people think different. Ray will not ever value Sand, because what Sand offers him is for free. @wen-kexing-apologist and I got into some back and forth last night in side chat about this, and they will probably be meta-ing in a much more comprehensive and researched way about this in future because they are awesome like that, but it comes down to what money means to rich people vs poor(er) people. Because the secret about rich people is that they're rich because they pay for as little as possible. Rich people see not having to pay for things as their god-given right, and they NEVER value things they don't pay for somehow, with money or with the inefficient equivalents of money: time and effort. Because to rich people money isn't money, it isn't food and shelter and safety and the smile on their kid's face when they open that birthday present, it's a scoreboard.

Sand made a classic error with Ray: he thought they understood each other. He thought that Ray read his words and actions in the way he communicates them, and he reads Ray's words and actions through his own lens as well. He thought that by refusing money to hang out with Ray, and prioritising Ray without Ray having to expend much if any time and effort, Ray would see him as a person instead of an item for sale but that's not how rich boys work. Ray expects Sand's company for free, because rich people mostly don't pay for shit. If he in fact had to pay for it somehow, with money, or with time or effort, he would value it, and Sand. Instead, he still sees Sand as an item for sale (He. Called. Him. A. Whore. That. Is. How. He. Sees. Him.), but the sale price is free, and rich people LOVE free shit. Poor(er) people think they're being kind or caring when they don't charge for things, because for poor(er) people not having to pay for things, in money, in time, in effort, is how you show you care. For rich people, not having to pay for things is just the way they expect the world to work.

Ray will never love Sand, because Ray doesn't value Sand, because Sand gave it all to Ray for free, because he didn't understand that to rich people 'free' isn't love. Does Ray like Sand and enjoy his company? Sure. Is he attracted to Sand? Absolutely. Is he on some level grateful to Sand? You betcha. But he does not now and will not ever see Sand as an equal he can love. Sand is a bonus possession he got for free. Sand's an idiot, because he could have at least gotten paid along with his heartbreak. He gave it all for free and Ray still calls him a whore, because in rich-people-land not charging for something isn't noble it's just stupid. HE'S GONNA CALL YOU A WHORE ANYWAY AT LEAST GET PAID FOR IT.

Now might Ray and Sand end up together? It's totally possible. Ray is lonely enough and likes Sand well enough, and Sand is so in love at this point he will accept anything that keeps Ray around, he's admitted that. But the way Ray sees Sand and their relationship is NOT the way Sand sees Ray. Even the (inevitably deceptive as they always are) preview for next week draws a line under this: Ray can have Mew, but Sand is his possession and nobody else is allowed to play with his toys. Even when he's not using them and has in fact left them strewn about while he focuses on things he actually values (Mew, who didn't give him anything for free). So yeah, they might end up together (in fact I'm starting to think all the couples will, in twisted ways), but Sand will pay the price of that. Because rich people DON'T PAY FOR SHIT.

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