#this fic is amazing PLEASE

[unhealthy-leon-brainrot]

I Would Never Want Anyone Else

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Summary: Based on this request I received . Reader is insecure after encountering Ada during a mission in which the woman tries to wedge herself between you and your boyfriend. Leon shows you that you're the only one he wants and you have nothing to worry about. Pairing: Fem!Reader x Leon Tags: Hurt/Comfort, NSFW, Smut, P in V sex, oral (female receiving), loss of virginity.

This was your first solo mission and your eagerness was only outweighed by your nervousness. You were confident with your skills, but this was the first time working without a team, all you had were the items on your person and the radio in your ear. Luckily though, Leon was at the other end of that radio along with Hunnigan. How he convinced the higher ups to allow him to captain his own girlfriend’s mission you’ll never know, but you were thankful for it. Every time you heard his voice, it would send waves of calmness over you. 

Leon believed you could do this, so you could do this. 

Things were surprisingly going well so far. You managed to infiltrate all the way into the facility, take out the first few sets of guards painlessly. You opted to take a break inside the office you’d found, opting to sift through documents to see if any contain important info. The door creaked behind you and instantly you spun around and pulled your gun, only to have your wrist grabbed. Your heart sank. You’d recognize that red dress and short bob anywhere.

“Tsk. Tsk. Leon would be so disappointed, what was it he said? Oh yeah, a knife is faster.” 

“Ada.” You spat her name back at her like venom. While your romantic relationship with Leon was fresh, you’d known him for a long time, long before even Raccoon City. You’d only ever met Ada in person one time before this on a mission. The way she spoke to him, the way she touched him. It had made you twist with a burning jealousy. Leon had explained in depth to you about Ada. The way she hurt him, the way he couldn’t get her off his brain despite her hurting him. That was long before you ever asked him out though – so you had pushed those thoughts out of your mind until now. Seeing her before you again filled you with anger you didn’t know you were even capable of. When she let go of your wrist, you brought it back to your side. “What are you doing here.” “Oh you know, I never work and tell.” She said with a sly smile. You heard Leon speaking to you on the radio, trying to get your attention. Clearly he heard who had decided to greet you on your mission. It was probably a bad idea, but you couldn’t stand to hear his voice while she was right in front of you. You shut your radio down, silencing him instantly. You heard the backup line ringing on the burner phone, you shut that off too. You turned back to the woman before you. “Seriously. Why are you here, specifically here in this room?”

“Well, luckily for you our goals are mutual. I came here to help you.” “I don’t want your help.” “I wouldn’t be so sure of that.” She said handing you a tablet-like device with a map of the facility on it. You could see the number of enemies on the screen, way more than what was initially expected when going into the mission. “Fuck.” Not even Leon himself would be able to take out that many people by himself. Reluctantly you agreed to allow her to assist. Very reluctantly. This decision you would soon regret. It was like she physically couldn’t keep the comments to herself. “Has Leon taken you too Épicure yet? Beautiful restaurant in Paris, the maroon decor really just brings out his eyes.” You ignored her. Don’t let her get to you. “Savage by Dior.” “What did you say?” You asked, hardly paying attention to her. “The cologne he wears. Savage by Dior, smells delightful doesn’t it? You know I got him that special edition bottle the last time I saw him.” Do NOT let her get to you. “No, he didn’t mention that.” She laughed. As you moved along through the facility, it was becoming harder and harder to play nice. It was clear she was trying to get a rise out of you, and it was working. Your responses became quippier, your mood clearly souring. She seemed more than amused by this. It took all that was in you to rein it back in. Leon would be so disappointed if he saw how you were acting right now, you were already going to have to explain the cut off radio and lack of communication. After a few deep breaths you resolved yourself to return to a neutral state. Leon was your boyfriend, not hers. These feelings were unprofessional and unfounded. You’re on a mission, let it go. 

It was clear she didn’t like your newfound muteness, this only caused her to amp up the comments harder. “ You know, Leon’s a good boy akin to a puppy. Puppies always return to their masters.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” “I mean that Leon isn’t yours. He might act like he is, he might think he is, but he’ll always come running back to me.” She said rubbing her thumb over your cheek with a frown. “All the private meetings we share, late night phone calls. I bet he hasn’t told you about those.” You backed away from her touch immediately. 

“Poor little girl. Leon doesn’t love you, you know that right? He feels obligated towards you. What was he supposed to say when his best friend asked him out? You know him, he’s too nice a guy to let a sweet girl cry. But you know he doesn’t love you like that. Touch you like that. You could never satisfy him the way a real woman–” You slapped her across the face, sending her head turning. She looked shocked, you were surprised she didn’t see it coming honestly. She’d hit the mark on your insecurities, dead center of the target. You always felt in the back of your mind that Leon only said yes out of pity. You looked nothing like the girls he asked out or spent one-night-stands with. You knew that. Despite the several months of dating you hadn’t slept together yet, which you had been chalking up to your busy work schedules, but it didn’t change that the thought was stapled to the back of your mind. Each and every date night night where nothing really happened, you would think about it. 

Had he really been talking with her? Meeting with her behind your back all this time? Is that why he didn’t want to sleep with you?

You let yourself stew in your own upsetedness as you decided to finish the mission without her, you were almost to the end anyway, past the majority of enemies. The more you thought about her words, the more it seemed to make sense. He did take a lot of late night phone calls he wasn’t ‘at liberty’ to tell you about. Skipped out on immediate debriefings after getting back from missions. Anytime you’d try to take things further he’d cut it short. 

Your heart hammered and you hadn’t even realized the hot tears that began to stream down your face. You were definitely inexperienced compared to Leon… maybe she was right, you just weren’t the type of girl he wanted, needed.

He could’ve just been honest with me. 

You splashed some of the fresh spring water onto your face to get rid of the puffiness and collect yourself before heading to the extraction point. You finally turned the radio back on and set it to Hunnigan’s private frequency to let her know the mission was completed. You weren’t ready to speak with Leon. ~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~ 

 The second your boots hit US soil you made it your secondary mission to avoid Leon at all costs. You were successful at this, managing to dodge him in the office and lab, even at the private debriefing. You weren’t ready to see him. To talk to him. 

You were just about to head to the parking lot when you saw him angrily leaning up against his Jeep, which just so happened to be parked next to your car. You walked to your car keeping your head straight he stepped in front of you before you could open the door. “Do you want to explain to me what the hell that was about?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about Leon.” “Seriously? I hear Ada on the line and suddenly your radio goes dark? You don’t even answer the backup phone? I had the labs check, you manually shut off the frequency. I could have you written up for that.” He says, seething. “Not to mention you've been avoiding me since you got back. You report directly to me, you know, the captain of the mission.” “I explained the radio in my official report, which I had Hunnigan put on your desk, write me up if you want Kennedy. Now can I go home, I am exhausted.” You went to move around him but he stopped you again. “Is this seriously what we’re doing right now?” “Again, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “What the hell has gotten into you. Even our co-workers have said you’d been acting weird since you got back. Tell me what’s going on.” “I think we should break up.” You can’t believe the words flew out of your mouth like that. You saw what almost looked like a shocked expression before he went back to neutral. “Why?” “Because I said so. Things just aren’t working out.” You shouted, not containing yourself any longer. “That’s it? That’s all I get?” He asked, but moved aside so you could finally get into your car. “Yeah Leon, that’s all you get.” “Come get your shit from my apartment later then.” He said walking around to his own Jeep. You watched him turn it on and zoom out of the parking garage, you were almost worried he’d crash again. 

You went home, showered, then collapsed onto your bed. This was not how you wanted things to end and you felt like crap. But it was the right decision. Right? He was absolved of guilt and free to be with Ada or whatever posh woman he wanted. The idea of having to go to his apartment to get your stuff left you bubbling with anxiety though. You cried into your pillow before falling asleep.

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You woke up a few hours laters rubbing the sleep from your eyes. That was a much needed power nap. Your phone buzzed, it was a text from Leon. He’d sent you a photo of a box with the items you’d left at his apartment captioned “Are you coming or not?” Your heart stung. You lugged your legs over the side of the bed and got up to get ready to go, silently driving all the way to his apartment. You sent him a quick text once you were in the parking lot. “Here. Heading up now.” He answered the door with a frown crossing his arms, but let you walk into the living room. You two didn’t say a word to each other which was so unusual. The silence hurt. You went to walk over to the box but he stopped you again. “Wait.” He turned you by your shoulder to look at him and meet his gaze. “You at minimum owe me an explanation.” “I already told–” “No, that's crap! We’ve been friends almost our entire lives prior to this. You do at least owe me an explanation for why you’re dumping me out of nowhere.” “Lee…” You said his nickname softly, trying to will the forming tears to go away. You saw his face and posture soften instantly. “Oh Baby girl, tell me what happened.” He cooed cupping your face. “Just tell me what’s going on.” “I just want you to be happy Lee. I know I’m not really your type. I just want you to be happy.” He shook his head. “What on earth are you talking about?” He moved his hands from your face to your back, rubbing soft circles on your lower back. “Ada she… she told me about your private meetings, your late night calls…the gift she gave you the last time she saw you. I get it I do, she’s beautiful and gorgeous, so are all the girls you take home. I know you just said yes to me because you felt sorry for me. S’okay Lee. I get it.” You were sobbing into him now while you explained everything Ada had told you, those pent up feelings. “I know that’s why you haven't slept with me yet too. So let’s just call it quits before it hurts too bad and I won’t even be able to stay your friend anymore…because I don’t want that either.” 

His grip on you tightened holding you to his chest. “Sweetheart, none of that is true. She was lying to you. “ “What?”

“She was lying to you. I can’t tell you the last time I’ve seen Ada in person. I take late night meetings for work, but never for her. She messed me up bad. I’d never take her back, not with a gun to my head.” He lifted your chin so you were looking up at him as he rubbed the tears from your cheeks. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, always have been. Shit. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel that way. I just wanted to do things right this time, take things slow. I know you’ve never. . . I just wanted you to be sure that you really wanted me to be your first, and I wanted you to know that I didn’t just want you for that. You’re my best friend, my girl, I love you.” Those were the first time you’d heard him say those words and they set your heart a flutter. “Lee…I love you too.” Your crying had died down to soft sniffles. “Let me show you how much I love you, yeah?” He asked, crashing his lips into yours before lifting you up and carrying you to his bedroom, plopping you on the end of his bed. He pushed you down onto your back and crawled over you, connecting your lips again. He ran his tongue over your bottom lip encouraging you to open up for him, which you did willingly. He explored your mouth with his tongue before coaxing yours out to suck on it gently, causing you to moan. He pulled away leaving a trail of saliva still connecting your mouths. “Gonna show my girl just how badly I want her. How perfect she is to me.” Leon kissed the corner of your mouth before trailing kisses down to your neck. He’d suck a few love bites there before soothing the already purple skin with his tongue, living for each mewl you made just for him. He sat you up for a moment so he could help you out of your shirt and bra. “God you have perfect fucking tits too.” You’d never heard him talk like that before and it sent heat straight to your already hot and throbbing pussy. He immediately latched on to one of your nipples, swirling his tongue over the hardening nub and sucking on it while he worked the other one with his hand. You moaned and gently grabbed at his hair feeling him chuckle as he moved downwards running his tongue along your stomach stopping just above the waistband of your pants where he sucked another hickey causing you to giggle and squirm. “Lee!” “Patience princess.” He said with a soft chuckle before he undid the button of your pants and slid them off along with your underwear, you arched yourself to make it easier for him. He moved forward to get between your legs but you clamped them shut, a blush forming on your cheeks. “Wait.” “What’s wrong baby?”

You tugged at the sleeve of his hoodie and pouted. “Not fair that I’m the only one naked.” “Alright, alright.” He said tugging the hoodie and tshirt over his head before kicking his shoes off. While he worked the belt of his pants off you took the opportunity to run your eyes over his built and muscular torso. You’d seen him shirtless before, but in this context it felt so different. The way his muscles moved just did something to you, feeling slick making a mess on your thighs now. If you’d been standing you’re sure it would’ve been running down your legs. He yanked his pants down and you could see the tent in his boxers a wet spot forming where his tip was leaking precum already. He removed his boxers too allowing his throbbing cock to spring forward, he pumped it once groaning before kneeling back down in front of you. He separated your legs before pulling you forward propping one leg on each shoulder, and wrapped his arms around them. You squealed when he leaned forward and licked slowly up and down your slit. “God you taste so good.” He circled his tongue over your clit a few times, holding your legs tight to keep you from squirming. “Fuckin’ delicious.” He mumbled against you before sucking on your clit then running his tongue down to your hole thrusting it in and out a bit, his nose still rubbing against your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“God, I’m so close.” “Cum on my tongue baby.” He said resuming his attack on your clit, switching between lapping at it with the flat part of his tongue and circling it with the tip. The heat that had been building up in your core had exploded and you moaned his name loudly like a chant as you came on his face, he slowly lapped at you working you through the orgasm. “God that was hot.” He said climbing back up to kiss you again. He pumped himself a few times before he lined his cock up to you, he ran it up and down your slit to get it soaked in your wetness, causing you to jolt a little each time it makes contact with your overly sensitive clit. “Ready, sweetheart?” He asks softly, once you nod he’s gently sinking his fat head into your sopping hole. “God you’re so fucking tight.” He groans, slowly easing in further and further past the tight resistance. “Let me know if I’m hurting you at all baby.” You nodded, not being able to speak coherently at the moment. He was thick and long, with every movement you couldn’t believe there was still more to go. Once he bottomed out in you, you felt so stretched and full, you moaned at the sensation. 

“Gonna start moving now baby.” He warned before he worked his hands to your hips and slid out a little. He started off with some slow shallow thrusts giving you the chance to adjust before speeding up his movements. Once he felt you were ready he leaned forward so he could bury his face in your neck and wrapped one arm under your back. He pulled out to the tip before sinking all the way back in. You moaned again feeling the head of his cock rub the special sensitive spot inside of you. “God Lee…” He continued the action over and over, leaving you a soppy mess beneath him. He whispered in your ear. “I love you baby. You’re gripping me so tight. My perfect, perfect girl, don’t want anyone else.” His words sent a calmness over your heart and help build the heat again in your core. Between that and his thrusting you were close again. Leon sat up a little to kiss you before adjusting positions so he could rub your clit with his thumb while he worked himself in and out of you. It didn’t take long before you came undone again, crying his name like a prayer. His pace became more uneven and rapid as he chased his own pleasure, eyes closed and brows knitted together. “S’okay if I cum in you baby?” “God yes.” “Gonna fill up that pretty little pussy and show it who it belongs to.” A few thrusts later and he exploded, filling your cunt with hot sticky ropes of cum riding it out with slow thrusts. He collapsed next to you on the bed and pulled you close to him, kissing your forehead. “You alright? In any pain?” “I’m more than alright, Lee.” You said, snuggling into his arms. A few minutes of silence later and you decided to speak. “I’m sorry.” “F’what?” He asked in a voice laced with sleepiness. “I should’ve been honest with my feelings. I shouldn’t have doubted you. And I certainly shouldn’t have listened to her.” “Don’t worry about it baby. My perfect, sweet girl. I would never want anyone else.” His words wrapped around your heart like armor and you fell asleep with him holding you. Despite how things started, you couldn’t be happier than in this moment.

[girlshadowthehedgehog]

wowzas!! here's my submission for the @sthbigbang in collaboration with the lovely writer @stillafanofsonic and the artists @vulcan-moon , @whalesharkstho , and @brobexx!! it was an absolute pleasure to work with talented artists on an incredible story. check out their submissions, too!!!! <3

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[demaparbat-hp]

Zuko looked up and locked eyes with his cousin, who was struck speechless. Then, ever so slowly, Lu Ten's lips twitched upwards. And then he smiled. And then he beamed. And then he nodded proudly once, just once, and vanished.

Lu Ten comes back in For the Spirits Chapter VII: Take Me South, only to leave Zuko with more questions than answers. Just how much is he truly aware of? When will he return? What is Zuko going to do now?

(What will the South bring?)

[iwannascreameurekaa]

As much as I dislike caleo, calypso herself is not an inherently bad character (only talking about pjo, if we're talking about the accurate calypso from Greek myths then I'm tying up my hair and putting my hands up she's awful there)

but the thing is that TOA caleo ruined any development that she could have had

You had a boy who never felt loved and a girl who always fell in love with people that couldn't stay and threw them together? It's a good ship in concept

but then you get to the plot holes and stuff

like calypso being 6000+ years old and Leo being 16

and calypso being insanely rude and demeaning to Leo throughout TOA

it's just not a good ship and I'm sorry because it could've been cute it really could've but it's not

i really really hope that rick realizes that caleo isn't a good or healthy relationship bc it would be better for both calypso and Leo to break up

imagine calypso, someone who has been cursed to never find true love (JUST LIKE REYNA!) finally getting in the mindset that she doesn't need a guy to be happy that she can live her own life without relying on romance

imagine calypso joining the hunters of artemis. would that not be the most perfect thing for her character?

and Leo, who has never found someone who stays with him and loves him for who he is, going on a mission (similar to Orpheus and Eurydice) and bringing Jason back to life and them living together

it's my silly valgrace obsessed brain but seriously??? THIS WOULD BE SO GOOD

And the fanfic writers that I know have written "sequels" like this and did it so perfectly prove that this COULD be done

please Rick I am begging you make my tragic gays happen PLEASEEE

[myokk]

my first attempt at digital art (never again🥲) for mctober💘

Eloise Babbit✨

slytherin

5th year

favorite subjects: arithmancy & ancient runes

least favorite subject: beasts (animals make her nervous🥲)

hobbies: reading & thinking (IT’S A HOBBY OKAY??)

[koroart]

“Who dares enter our ancient hunting grounds?” | dmclweek24: Day 3 | Prompt: Supernatural AU ✨

Here is another dimiclaude week piece! This is actually a collab between me and my good friend @broilmage ! Who wrote a fic that accompanies this piece titled Encased in Ice !!

[an-established-butt-dent]

Meet my current Inquisitor: Yrja Lavellan.

This is my Second solavellan playthrough, and because I tried to postpone the crestwood scene as much as possible i’m literally a level 28 during ‘what pride has wrought’ Lollll. Coryphasswhatshisname is getting ended in one punch once I finish the final quests before Trespasser .

I’m making (some) opposite choices compared to my first playthough. Aka I used the American voice, sided with the Templars, didn’t drink from the well of Sorrows, Solas removed her vallaslin and she’s going to hunt her ex husband down. Solas ya bettter be prepared. This girl is gonna age like a fine wine, with notes of bitterness, heartbreak and revenge.

Sidenote, I’m seriously loving the lighting in the Decent DLC. The screenshot I used as a reference is [shefs’ kiss].

[void-dude]

I have to single handedly thank you for reminding me of Tad's existence I adore your take on him and I think I'm going to suck up every drop of content of him and Stan with a silly staw

Not to be a helpless sap but the amount of positive feedback and engagement has genuinely made me incredibly happy and sometimes even distressed (in a good way!) I can't thank each and every single one of you enough for the support and simple engagement you've given me! I don't have the words in my broken vocabulary to properly convey the happiness I feel whenever I see people enjoy my silly art and create their own things because of it. This is the first time I've gotten fanart and asks about stuff I make and honestly it's such a motivator! Thank you! Thank you all so so much for sticking around for a while! I hope you enjoy the ride as much as I enjoy making it!

[swaps55]

Cover art by the utterly phenomenal @legionofpotatoes!

Mezzo

Pairing: mshenko | Rating: M Tags: Canon-typical violence, trauma, dealing with your problems poorly, body autonomy struggles   Summary: The twists and turns of ME2, through the eyes of everyone but Commander Shepard. Chapter Summary: Death was the only way

Chapter 1: Stars | Read on Ao3

At first, you think you can survive this. Your ship is in pieces, your momentum catapulting you away from the wreck, the planet you call Alchera watching serenely as your life burns. You tell yourself, you’ve faced worse. The first time you fought death was the first breath you took, into lungs that weren’t ready, in a body too small and fragile to survive on its own. You struggled for days in a vessel adrift between our stars, an insignificant speck of heat in our cold universe, determined to burn as bright as a sun. When your mother finally held you for the first time, she showed you to us and asked if we were what you were in such a hurry to see for yourself. You have always been ours. You were ours when your father sang you to sleep while we gleamed through the shutters. You were ours when you rose for the first time on unsteady legs because you wanted to see us. You were ours when you felt our power come to life under your skin and understood that we are part of you in ways you’d never imagined. How many times did you palm the glow of dark matter in your hand and imagine you were one of us? But no matter how bright you burn now, it won’t be enough to save you. There is fear, now, but you swallow it back.    The second time you fought death it wasn’t your life you were fighting for. You begged, pleaded, to march into the unknown and rescue a father who didn’t come home, and when no one listened, you turned to us in the dark and begged to take his place. That was when you learned we could be cruel.   We felt your pain, we heard your anger, we wi ditnessed your tears and did nothing. And you forgave us. We wonder if you will forgive us now.

Read the rest on Ao3 | The Mezzo Playlist

[sseung00]

the living and the dead by @/ctimenefic, as it's the season

[every-moment-a-different-sound]

Painland week day 1: Language of love (touch)

tender is the ghost (the ghost I love the most) by @nix-nihili

A hand snaked out to grip Edwin's forearm, the pressure stopping him from peeking out further beyond the edge of the skip. Despite their layers of clothing and the urgency with which Charles had reached out, Edwin could feel the emanating warmth of the touch. It had been years since the very first time; that singular passing gesture that evolved into friendly pats on the back and crowding of personal space on a daily basis. Charles never lingered too long though, always pulling away right before Edwin got the chance to process, to wipe the stunned expression off his face, to drink it in like a man dehydrated. But this was lingering. - Charles has always been a touchy person and Edwin has decidedly not. (He wants to though. Desperately.) or Five times Charles initiates touch over thirty decades and one time it's Edwin.

[ronnierosest]

Zakkura "So he never initiates, never asks, and waits." - inspired by a fanfiction we're friends, right? (very adult) by totosheadset

[mayhemspreadingguy]

I did these illustrations for @beholdingthegaytimes 's fic 'It's Only Forever, Not Long At All' which is a part of The Endless Big Bang 2023.

[inklore]

i love people who write for underrated characters and fandoms. i love people who barely get 100 notes and keep posting. keep writing. keep doing what they love and not letting lack of interaction completely hinder their enjoyment on here. you’re strong. you’re valid. you’re literally the backbone of the writing community on here!!!!

[mikakuna]

why do anti-jason fans always have an opinion on his characterization and how we write him in fanfic as if they've read anything beyond comics where his character is completely assassinated and written by individuals who despise him?

"you're not actually a jason fan if you remove everything that he's done in canon"

answer me truthfully: would you accept a comic as canon if it was written by someone who hates your favourite character? i'm not a tim fan so i'd mess up his entire storyline if i wrote a comic for him. would you read that and happily accept it as canon? because i assure you that i'd purposely mess his entire character up just because i dislike him. it would be full of bias because i don't understand his character as well as an actual tim fan does. would you still accept this comic as canon?

literally the majority of jason comics are written by people who don't like him and don't even know his source material. why shouldn't we nitpick what we wanna accept as canon??

[doverstar]

here is some absolutely fabulous fanart of my elevenrose fic Lost and Rewritten, done by the equally-fabulous @milkbanjo