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tequiilasunriise · 3 months

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Possible nicknames Lenore called Annabel in life go:

"Anniebell": Sometimes the smallest changes are the cutest, okay? Anniebell Lee sounds adorable as hell and I'll stick by it. Imagine Annabel trying to admonish Lenore for saying some wild shit at a Rich Persons Gala™️ or smth but she keeps breaking out into giggles like, "You- you can't just say that pet!" and Lenore playfully replying, "Oh whatever do you mean, Anniebell Lee?" like UGH I hate them somebody throw hammers at em already 💥💥🔨🔨🔨

“My moon”: in relation to the Annabel Lee poem (‘for the moon never beams/Without bringing me dreams/Of the wonderful Annabel Lee’) and also there’s smth so flavorful of the character with a color palette more akin to the Sun (long shiny blonde hair, warm colored eyes, seemingly more outwardly personality, etc) being called the moon like I loveee contrasting design choices‼️‼️

“Angel”: Also a reference to the poem (but like, worse because it was the angels that separated em) and can be easily pulled from Annabel’s name

“Petal”: Or some other variation of a flower based nickname because imma sad, sad bisexual who loves ✨flower motifs✨ just a bit too much

Anything in Dutch: This can be like common ones like “liefje” (darling) or the previous entries but in Dutch idk go crazy go stupid

“Locket”: An unconventional pick pulled from Annabel’s last name Whitlock + lockets containing pieces of hair from your other half being T H E romantic gesture of the century back then, so, like. Idk. Hear me out like okay I think Lenore could be the unconventional route (I mean girly already faked her death via arson and pulled a Mulan to get the girl soooo you see what I’m putting down?) and like like LIKKEEE⁉️⁉️⁉️ Imagine with me Lenore telling her girl, “You’re the locket I keep nearest to my heart” (many necklaces back then had a chain just long enough for the locket to rest above the wearer’s heart) and it evolves to Lenore calling Annabel smth like “my dearest, my locket” LIKE YOU HAVE TO IMAGINE WITH ME!!! GUYS MY VISION IS VISIONING!!! 🦅🗣️🌈🗣️🗣️🦅🦅🌈🗣️🦅🦅

@incorrect-nevermore cmere and witness my madness

#some of the emojis only show up in mobile format sigh this is my cross to bear #yes its a running joke of mine to measure things on a scale of 'in relation to how much so and so suffered compared to jesus h christ-'#for example penny poldenina died painfully TWICE like girly defo suffered more than mister holy spirit but thats neither here nor there #jesus still suffered more than me but like. damn bro. my aesthetic #my old wenclair followers if ur still around do NOT come fer me and the 'my moon' suggestion okay I knowwww #i remember my oldass yet decently popular 'my moon' wenclair posts from last year do not recite the ancient magic to me #anything in dutch one tho like cmon Lenore woulldd she would call her sweetie anniebell shit like 'my heart' and shit in Dutch ugh dorknore #tho obviously the locket one is my fave like u have to rlly and truly ENVISION THE VIBES u know?#unconventional pet names fer unconventional couples guys cmon hear me outttt #ugh man these two gayasses are so awful i hope they DOUBLE PERISH bc yeah they already died once whoooppssiesss #nevermore webtoon #white raven #lenore nevermore #lenore vandernacht #annabel lee nevermore #annabel lee whitlock

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turtlecleric · 3 months

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viole(n)t part 2 babey (nsfw, 07!leo x fem reader x 07!raph, same verse as this)

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When the door closes behind you, the atmosphere shifts.

Raphael already sits at the head of the bed, leaning his shell back against the headboard. Eager boy, you think, biting the inside of your cheek to hold back a smile. When Leo takes your hand and guides you to stand in the middle of the room, anticipation quickens your heartbeat. He stands in front of you, staring intently.

“Are you ready for the rules?”

It’s a familiar routine. You let yourself relax, let yourself sink into that headspace, before you answer. “Yes, Leonardo.”

He hums low in his throat, clearly pleased. You lick your lips, and his gaze flicks down to watch before returning to your eyes. “There’s actually only one rule this time,” he says evenly. “You may only come if both of us are inside of you. Understand?”

You swallow thickly, rolling the rule around in your head before you respond. “Yes, Leonardo.”

A smile tugs at the corner of Leo’s mouth. He steps forward to grip the bottom of your shirt with both hands, and you raise your arms so he can pull it off of you. Once it’s off, his hand raises to ghost against the front of your neck, to trail down the middle of your chest and then to your stomach. Then he steps closer, his face close enough that you feel his breath.

He’s watching you closely. Always watching.

The light touch of his hand on your stomach moves to your side, then around your back. Slowly, tracing a lazy line up, up, up with his fingers, he tucks his thumb between your skin and the back of your bra and gives a little tug to pull the fabric away from you. You hear a growl sound from the bed.

“Impatient,” Leo mutters under his breath. Still, he relents and crowds closer to reach both of his hands behind you and unhook your bra. He's so close you can feel the heat radiating off of him, so close his jaw brushes against your face. You shut your eyes, breathing in the smell of him, as he slides your straps down your shoulders and pulls the bra gingerly away from you.

You hear a wet sound behind you, then a grunt. You remember that you're free to look, and when you do the sight of Raphael stroking himself while he stares at you has your heartbeat picking up again. His eyes are wild already, you think, but then Leo’s hands find your breasts, pulling your attention back to him. When he starts to gently brush his thumbs back and forth across your nipples you let out a breathy sigh.

“Such a pretty little thing,” Leo murmurs. His eyes cut to yours. “What do you say?”

“Thank you, Leonardo.”

Another pleased hum. His eyes return to your chest. Light hands trail down your sides, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your shorts. They linger there for a moment before he kneels at your feet and tugs the shorts down. When you step out of them, Leo presses his nose to your panties and nuzzles until his snout is pressing over your clit through the fabric. He noses against you and inhales deeply, his tiny back-and-forth movements pulling a soft sound out of you. You hear Raph curse under his breath. The slick sound of him still pumping himself makes you swallow again.

Leo pulls his head back and grips the waistband of your panties. He tilts his head to suck on the inside of your thigh. He leaves one purple mark, then a second, before pulling the panties down and tossing them to the side, as well, when you step out of them. There's a long moment where he just stares, taking in the sight of you. Raking his eyes over your legs, your stomach, your face. Then back to the heat between your legs. He likes seeing you like this, you think to yourself. Bare and vulnerable. Then your thoughts desert you as he presses his snout against you and inhales again, the low rumble of his exhale making you sigh. Leo peers up at your face again, his pupils blown so wide his eyes look black. Then he pulls back and stands.

“You want to feel good, pretty girl?”

You press your lips together, feeling a blush creep up your neck. “Ye-Yes, Leonardo.”

Whatever your expression is doing makes his lopsided smile sharpen. Leo bends, scooping you up and carrying you to the bed like you’re nothing. The movement makes you go a little dizzy, makes it hard for you to think, though that might actually be from the words ‘pretty girl’ still ricocheting around in your head.

Leo climbs onto the bed and sits, leaning his head down to kiss you sweetly as he cradles you in his arms. His tongue just barely grazes your own. You want more, opening your mouth wider for him, but then he pulls away. You make an annoyed sound, and that makes him huff in amusement.

Oh, he’s in that kind of mood today. Okay.

Leo maneuvers you easily in his arms, positioning you to sit between his legs so your back is flush with his plastron and you’re facing Raph. He starts to kiss your neck and palm at your breasts, while Raph settles onto his stomach between your legs and spreads you open with his thumbs. The hungry look in his eyes makes your breath quicken.

“Fuck,” Raph whispers. His wide tongue drags slowly across your clit. He starts to paint warm, wet circles over it as he groans into you, then pulls back only long enough to rasp, “Pretty little thing is right. Just look at ya.”

Your head falls back when Raph dives back in. Leo's hands tighten their grip on your chest, his mouth breathing hot air against your ear as he speaks. “He gave you a compliment. Say thank you.” A shiver runs through you at the warning tone in his voice.

“Thank- hah. Thank you, Raph.”

Leo sinks his teeth lightly into your shoulder, rolling your nipples between his fingers at the same time that Raph probes at your entrance with a thick finger. You inhale sharply, arching your back and letting out a squeak that makes Leo chuckle and release his bite on your shoulder just to nibble on your earlobe.

“You’re okay, pretty girl,” he murmurs into your ear. “We’ve got you.”

Raph pushes his finger in and out, agonizingly slow, going further with each push in. Stretching, exploring. His tongue flattens and drags across your clit once more before his mouth seals around it and he sucks once, twice, three times, four, on and on until you start to squirm. You feel that high beginning to build as he works you, as Leo continues to mark the skin of your neck and shoulders with his teeth. Obscene, wet sounds mix with your heavy breaths, and you try to wrangle your thoughts into something coherent so you don’t break the only rule you’ve been given.

“Please,” you whine. You feel something firmly pressing against your lower back, but you're distracted by Leo's right hand leaving your chest to rest lightly over your throat.

“Please what?” Leo whispers. “Be specific.”

With the next thrust of his hand, Raphael slips a second finger inside of you. It burns a little as he continues to work you open, massaging your walls carefully, and another whine from you ends in a gasp.

“Please, Leo, please, I want-” Raph sucks on your clit harder, his tongue licking up against it now each time the suction eases. Your thighs instinctively start to close around his head, but you manage to hold them in place as they tremble harder. “Please, can you both just- fuck me, fuck me, please.”

Leo returns his hands to your nipples, pinching hard enough to make you cry out before he resumes light brushes across them with his fingers. “What do you think, Raph?” he murmurs into your neck.

Raph lifts his head, watching your eyes flutter with a smirk. Then he drags the flat of his tongue across your clit once more, making your legs twitch again. You watch him leer up at you, his mouth and chin shining, as his fingers continue pumping slowly into you. “Well. She did say please.”

You feel Leo jerk his head, and then Raph pulls his fingers out and grabs your hips. He yanks you closer to him, laughing when you yelp at the sudden movement. Leo moves from behind you and you fall back onto the bed.

What..?

You realize Leo is standing at the foot of the bed once his hands hook underneath your arms, and it’s his turn to pull you toward him. He stops you when your shoulders are resting right where the bed ends, with your hand hanging down over the edge, and you realize suddenly what’s going to happen.

Oh my god. Fuck.

You lick your lips, taking a deep breath before opening your mouth and holding it open for Leo.

“Good girl.” He sticks a thumb into your mouth, pressing against your tongue. “Suck,” he says firmly.

You obey, breathing hard through your nose as you feel Raph lining himself up. Raph’s hands grasp the underside of your thighs and push your legs back. When he shoves inside of you, the burning stretch, despite his preparation, makes you whimper. It’s an intoxicating mix of pleasure-pain that always melts your brain right out of your head.

Leo’s thumb pulls out of your mouth, and you feel the bed dip beside you. You don’t have time to question it before you feel his thumb, wet from your own spit, start to rub circles against your clit while Raph continues to slowly push in and out of you. Your sharp inhale followed by a string of high-pitched sounds makes both boys laugh, and you clench your fists into the blanket beneath you to try and ground yourself, to focus on anything else beside the waves of electric pleasure pulsing through you.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, don’t come.

“L-Leo,” you force out. “Please.”

If anything, he just presses harder. You can feel Raph catching his stride, increasing his speed. His hips start slapping against you as he spears you open, and you can almost feel the vibration of his voice when he starts to babble like he always does when he feels you clenching around him.

“Shit, doll, you’re- ah, tight, you feel- feel so- fuck, so fucking good.”

You can’t stop yourself from gasping with each breath, trying, trying, trying not to come. It gets a bit easier when Leo pulls his hand away and climbs off the bed. You realize your eyes closed at some point when they fly open at the feeling of Leo’s hand resting on your throat. He’s standing over you again, staring with a stern expression. “What do you say?”

Right. Compliment from Raph. Right. Fuck.

You try to say ‘thank you,’ but you don’t think you quite manage. Leo’s next words blur in your ears as Raph starts to piston in and out of you at a slightly different angle. You try to speak again, try to ask Leo to put you out of your fucking misery and shove his cock down your throat so you can come, but only a garbled, choking sound comes out.

“I don’t think she can actually talk right now,” Raph says with something like delight. “I’m fuckin’ the brains right outta her, Fearless.”

It takes you a moment to fully process the words, but once you do, you try speaking again. You’re not even sure what you’re trying to say, but whatever comes out of you makes Leo tilt his head, his expression softening a bit. You stick out your tongue and try to beg with your eyes. Leo must take pity on you, because finally, finally, you feel his cock slide into your throat.

“Just a stupid little fucktoy, aren’t you, baby?” Leo mutters to himself. The words make your brain go fuzzy, and you feel your orgasm hit you all at once, sudden and intense and disorienting, like a fucking tidal wave. Your mind is blissfully blank of anything but feeling. All you can focus on is the high in your head, the shockwaves rippling through your body. Your eyes roll back as all your muscles tense beneath Raph’s weight, a guttural moan vibrating around the cock in your mouth before it cuts off. You can’t even make a sound anymore, even when Raph’s grip on your thighs tightens as he fucks you through it.

When you start to have a functioning brain again, you realize that you’re actually drooling. You can’t get your eyes to focus, so you keep them shut and focus instead on what you can feel. Raph readjusts, releasing your thighs so that he can hold your arms down at your sides. Leo thrusts into you deeper, his hand still resting on your throat, and you realize with a groan that he can feel the movement of his cock inside of you underneath his hand.

Fuck.

You can hear Raph breathing a little harder. His hands leave your arms to palm at your breasts, to squeeze your torso just beneath them, to pinch and pull your nipples before he leans down to take one in his mouth and roll his thumb back and forth across the other. His next thrust is hard enough to push your whole body forward, deeper onto Leo’s dick. It makes you gag, and you feel Leo’s hand tightening on your neck. You can’t catch your breath, your throat convulsing around his length as each jolt from Raph pushes you just shy of too far onto Leo.

For a moment, your heart flutters at the thought that you might pass out.

Leo’s free hand slaps your cheek hard enough to sting, to make your eyes water. A threat colors Raph’s tone when he growls Leo’s name. Leo’s hand only tightens further around your throat, and now you really can’t breathe. Leo’s next words float down to you as if you’re underwater.

“She can take it.”

It’s too much. Again, you feel the high wash over you, though this time it makes you go limp instead of tensing up. Time and meaning and thought all slip away, and the last thing you hear that you actually take in is Leo’s smug voice saying, “See?”

It’s hours later that conscious thought truly returns to you. Random, foggy memories float in and out of your mind. Flashes of touch and taste and sound that have you struggling to orient yourself.

Just look at her

I think she just came again

Jesus, man, she’s really gone this time

Feel good, pretty girl? …Yeah, I know. Don’t worry, we gotcha

Let me switch with you, I wanna try somethin’

God, I love your tits

How many times do you think we can get her to make that face?

Only one way to find out

Perfect, fuck, she’s perfect

Gonna ruin you, baby

You liked that, huh? Needy little thing

Leo’s voice cuts through the haze in your mind, grounding you a bit more to the present. “Are you back with us, darling?”

You’re wrapped in something soft. You feel clean. Warm. Someone is holding you, your head resting in the crook of their arm. It smells like Leo, which means the person rubbing your feet must be Raph. All you can really think is about how exhausted you feel. You can’t even open your eyes. When you try, your eyelids flutter uselessly. You’ve never felt so… heavy.

It’s bliss.

You feel Leo press a kiss onto your forehead, then you hear Raph’s voice say, “Not quite back, I guess. Maybe we went too hard on her. Ya think it was too much?”

You try to speak, but you can’t even open your mouth. A short, contented hum is all you can manage, and you feel Leo’s plastron jump a bit when he huffs in amusement.

“No,” he says, the fondness in his voice making you melt further into his arms. “I think it was just right.”

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#turtlecleric scrolls #07!leo #07!raph #viole(n)t #aw :( can't do the formatting thing on tumblr :( oh well

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