Iâm assuming thereâs a reason you donât have asks on your new account so Iâm asking here but should we call you cobweb or something else?
AHHH LMAO I JUST FORGOT TO TURN THEM ON đđthank u for sending this to remind me sggsvshsnajaka um you can call me that if you want, idgaf! I can't decide on a name it's tooooo hard. You can call me whatever for right now I guess đđ
respectfully, can i ask why u suddenly made a new blog?
Just curious lol
Couple of reasons:
This blog is very messy to me (tags have changed and shifted over time, masterlists not up to date, etc), been wanting to clean it up but moving was easier
Not all that important to me, but I think there's a lot of dead blogs that follow this blog, as it's been up for 2 years. I only want real ones interacting with me let's gooooo đȘđđđđȘđ„đ„đ„đ„đ„đŻđŻ (/j)
Because this blog has been running for 2 years and then some, I've changed and grown a lot since I started posting. The person who started all this is so different from the person I am today
It's been a fucking test to my sanity to be called French fry for 2 God damn years you have no idea how sick I am of being called French fry, its been slowly driving me crazy, why the fuck did I decide that was a good pen name
Double checking my texts and making sure I wrote âokay thanks!â Instead of I want you flat on your back. Helpless, tender, open with only me to help. And then I want you strong again. You're not going to die. You might wish you're going to die, but you're not going to.
Warnings: switch male amab reader, switch Leona Kingscholar, drug usage (weed), sex while high, ruined orgasm, premature orgasm, (implied/very light) internalized homophobia, scent kink, slight dehumanization, blowjob, not very canon compliant
very loosely inspired by this, continuation of this fic, thank you to @pulpbeing for giving me the littlest nudge to write this :)
"I think I saw somewhere,â Leona begins as he blows smoke in your direction like the asshole he is, before he passes the blunt back to you, âsomeone said that the bible says itâs okay to be gay, if youâre high or some shit.â
Youâre both on Leonaâs bed, tangled in the mess of blankets, and buried in the mountain of pillows that smells like the beastman before you in a way that's intoxicating. The two of you started smoking a bit ago, and itâs just starting to hit right now, which makes it all the more difficult to figure out what the fuck heâs saying to you. You squint at him, like seeing him more clearly will make what he said any more understandable, before giving up and taking another deep hit.Â
As you exhale, you notice heâs closer to you than he was before. âAre you even listening to me?â he growls, irritated with you, but not by much. His tail curls into a question-mark like shape. Cute.
âYeah,â you pause to laugh at nothing in particular. Leona frowns, getting more irritated with you.
âDonât laugh, I was saying something important,â he huffs.Â
âSorry, sorry,â you apologize, but you canât stop grinning at him, âI just donât know what the fuck youâre talking about,â you end the sentence with another long drag. This time, as you exhale, you reach over and snag a hand around Leonaâs waist, tugging him into your lap. He falls into you easily crossing his arms on your chest and laying his head on them as he gazes up at you.Â
âDidnât you stop looking for excuses a while ago?â you ask, passing him the blunt back so you can let your hands wander to Leonaâs ass. Instead of addressing you, he takes a hit, then cups your face with his free hand. You get the message and part your lips so he can shotgun it to you.Â
âCan I tell you something,â he sighs softly, licking into your mouth just as soon as you exhale the smoke. âI donât even remember what it is I said to you,â he mumbles against your lips. He sighs out a weak laugh that dies quickly once you press your lips against his.Â
Leona moans softly, clutching at your face as he sloppily deepens the kiss, then moans again as you grope at his ass. You can feel his cock harden against your stomach, and your own dick is similarly twitching and filling within your pants.Â
He lets you lick into his mouth, lets you suck on his tongue and lips, and whines when he feels your teeth scrape against him. Cottonmouth is no longer an issue with Leonaâs drool and spit pooling into your mouth. Yes, of course heâs normally lazy, but when heâs high heâs borderline dead weight, letting you touch him all over while his hands stay grasping onto you for support. Itâs like he puts all his energy into not falling asleep, falling over, or drooling on you (things that happen a lot when heâs really stoned), and forgets that he can touch you too.Â
âWait, wait,â he gasps, pulling away from your mouth. Instinctively, you chase after him with a whine, but he stops you by pressing his hand hard against your face. âI said fucking wait, let me put this,â he leans over, delicately putting out the blunt in the ashtray on his bedside table. Youâd honestly forgotten entirely about it with Leona in your lap. âDonât want my bed to fucking catch on fire,â he mutters, then laughs as he readjusts himself on your body.Â
He settles so that his cock is pressed nicely against yours, and shoves his nose into your neck. Your hands fly from his ass to his head, scratching behind his ears. He inhales deeply, before letting his tongue lick the skin there, moaning at the taste (smell?) of you.
Leona stays there for a while, or maybe only a few seconds; youâre sinking further and further into your high, losing track of time and space around you. The only thing youâre focused on is the man in your lap. He licks and sucks at your neck, his tail swishing back and forth, purring so loud you can barely hear your own thoughts. In fact, your brain feels foggy and sticky with thoughts, except, you think that the inside of your pants must be far more sticky than your brain is. You laugh at that thought, and Leona unlatches from your skin, glaring at you.Â
âSorry kitty,â you coo. He whines loudly at the pet name, jerking his hips against you. You figure that means he forgives you.
Quickly, his hands are under your shirt tugging it up so he has access to your chest. He pushes your pecs together, rubbing his thumbs over your nipples slowly, like heâs mapping every inch of your skin in his mind.
âTheyâre not tits,â you remind him, holding your shirt up so he can continue to play with your chest all the same.Â
âYeah,â he grins while squeezing and tugging at them, âthey are.â You nearly roll your eyes, but heâs leaning down and taking one of your nipples into his mouth before you get to it.Â
âOh,â you hum softly, more than pleased at the feeling of his tongue and teeth sucking and grazing along your nipples. You try not to think about how many girls' chests heâs littered with bite marks and hickeyâs in the past. Heâs yours now.Â
Leona nuzzles his face against your chest, letting his fingers comb through the hair there. âDid I ever tell you how good you smell?â he asks, looking up at you.Â
âNuh,â you mumble, moaning when he sinks his teeth into the flesh of your pec. He hasnât told you, but he doesnât really need to. He doesnât really do a good job of hiding how aroused he is by your scent.
âYou smell,â and now it's his turn to moan, licking his way down from your chest to the waistband of your pantsâ your pants which are now uncomfortably tight with how hard you are.Â
âLet me suck you off?â he asks, voice raw and thick with need.Â
âPlease,â and with permission granted, Leona pulls your pants down and takes your cock into his hand. Youâre too far gone to think about grabbing a condom. Leona doesnât seem to mind. Itâs not like either of you are fucking anyone else these days.Â
He kisses the tip sweetly, before descending along your length. Leonaâs gotten much better at sucking cock since the first time he gave you head in the locker room. He takes you down his throat with ease, especially in the state heâs in now.
âYouâre like a fleshlight,â and you didnât really mean to say that out loud, but itâs true. When heâs high his throat is perfect for fucking. Heâs so relaxed heâll take anything you give him. Leona moans like a whore, swallowing and sucking around you. He pulls off after a moment, but it seems like it takes every ounce of energy within him to do so.Â
âFuck off, that was so hot,â he groans, stroking your length, âtell me more, keep talking,â he tries to command it, but it's him begging though and through. He's quick to suck you back into his mouth, missing the weight of you on his tongue.
âYouâve gotten so much better at this,â you grind your hips gently against his face as Leona deep throats you. âLearning what makes me feel good, ah, letting me use your mouth. Letting me fuck your ass and your mouth all the same, shit, just like that sweetheart, taking it like the bottom bitch you are.â He gurgles around your length, drooling and moaning as you slowly and shallowly fuck his throat.
âCanât even imagine you topping, canât imagine you were doing anything but getting your pretty ass railed,â Leona pulls off for a second time, in a rush, getting drool and pre all along his chin.Â
âNo, I can,â he protests, âI can fuck you, I can top.â You laugh, loud and hard.
âYeah right,â Leona bristles, bearing his teeth at you. You hum, a spurt of pre leaking from your tip at the sight of him. âOkay, go get the lube then.âÂ
It takes longer than usual, both of you moving like youâre stuck in molasses, getting distracted with kissing and touching one another, but finally Leona is seated between your legs, naked and fingers coated with lube. He presses two against your rim and shoves them in roughly, making you gasp.Â
âFuck, start with one, asshole,â you hiss. Leona furrows his brows giving you a confused look. âItâs not a pussy, babe, you gotta be slow with me,â you remind him. He bites his bottom lip, looking apologetic, âjustââ you shift slowly but surely adjusting to the intrusion that his fingers make. âThink about how I do it,â he nods at that, slowly moving and working his fingers into your ass. Itâs majorly uncomfortable for the first few secondsâ or minutes?â but then he wiggles his fingers against your prostate and you sigh, sinking into the bed beneath you. âThere we go,â you moan. Leona purrs at the subtle praise, leaning in to press his lips against yours as he slowly works you open.Â
âCan you take me soon?â he asks against your lips, doing his best to scissor you open.
âAdd another finger, and more lube,â you instruct. He does as heâs told, easing out of you, and lathering his fingers before stuffing you full again. Your cock is leaking and twitching against your stomach, begging to be touched, but you hold off because you want him inside you before you cum.Â
He mightâve fingered you for a whole hour, and you wouldnât have realized. Every moment feels stretched, you feel like youâre drifting, and only the curl of his fingers and the press of his lips against your skin brings you back to what youâre doing.Â
âFuck me,â you finally gasp, squeezing around his fingers. It catches up to you quickly, the wave of your pleasure nearly crescendoing, crashing into an orgasm. Â
Leona kisses you slow and deep as he gently pulls his fingers out of your hole once again. You take deep, shuddering breaths, trying to ground yourself, to keep yourself from cumming as he drenches his cock with lube. He presses himself against your entrance, and you wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close as he pushes into your ass.Â
âOh fuck,â he practically growls, feeling your tight heat squeeze and twitch around him. âOh my god, hah, youâre so tight,â he whines. You beam at the praise, grinning from ear to ear, and then youâre giggling. Leona ignores your laughter, pressing his face into your neck and inhaling deeply as he sinks inch by blessed inch deeper into you.Â
He doesnât wait much for you to adjust, which is fine because yeah, he probably did finger you for an hour (it felt that way at least).
Leona snaps his hips into you, fucking you hard and deep, it feels like heâs in your stomach, hitting all the right spots, itâs so good you canât focus too hard on any one sensation, simply bathing in the overwhelming pleasure that youâre feeling. And then itâs over.
Even though you donât have the best concept of time, you know that was fast. His cum paints your insides, and he rides out his orgasm without care.Â
âSorry,â he moans once his hips still.Â
âThat was quick,â is what you say instead of âwhat the fuckâ because, what the fuck. He whines,Â
âIâm sorry alright?â he huffs, âyou just felt too good.âÂ
You suppose youâll take the compliment, but youâre a little pissed because youâre hard and denied what you know what wouldâve been a killer orgasm. Leona pulls out his flaccid cock, and falls beside you on his stomach, shoving his face into a pillow.
âIâm gonna use you to get off,â you tell him before he can doze off. Leona moans, lifting his ass and wiggling it enticingly. It takes some time to convince your body to follow your brainâs demands, but then youâre pressed up behind him, rubbing your cock against his hole. You squirt lube directly onto his entrance, and show him how to properly prep someone.Â
Leonaâs back to purring now that youâve got your fingers deep in his ass. His cock is only half hard, swaying between his legs as he grinds himself against your hand.Â
âFuckinâ needy,â you groan, draping yourself over his bodyâ being careful of his tailâ to kiss his neck lovingly.Â
âDonât you wanna cum?â he asks, which definitely translates to âfuck me please,â in whatever tsundere language Leona communicates in.Â
âI wanted to cum with you balls deep inside of me,â you complain, pressing your fingers in roughly to punctuate your point.Â
âSaid Iâm sorry,â he growls. You kiss his skin again,
âSâokay baby, Iâll give you another chance when youâre sober,â he mewls at that, clenching around your fingers. âBut right now Iâm gonna fuck you âtil youâre fat and full with my cum,â itâs a threat and a promise. Leona arches his back further as your fingers leave him, his hole twitching and clenching around nothing while he waits for you to slather yourself with lube.Â
Your name falls from his mouth in a long drawn out moan as you slide inside of him. He purrs loudly, reaching a hand behind himself, blindly reaching for you. You cage him in, sliding an arm around his front so he can cling to you as you start to fuck him deep and slow.Â
Itâs an honest to god relief to be fucking him. His insides are hot, sticky, and tight around your cock, sending waves of pleasure from your loins to your gut. Being denied an orgasm worked you up more than youâd admitted to yourself, and you canât stop yourself from increasing the tempo of your thrusts, chasing your pleasure. Leona doesnât seem to mind.
His moans are punched out of him, all high pitched and wanton, with each time that your cock fucks into him and brushes his prostate. His purring is loud, nearly covering up the wet sounds the lube makes and the sticky skin slapping against skin that comes from each thrust.Â
Youâre not going to last long, but you will last longer than Leona did inside of you. Reaching your arm lower, you take hold of his fully hard and leaking cock. He keens, jerking himself into your fist.
âFuh-uck, please, make me cum,â he begs, his voice wrecked and weak. You wonder if youâre starting to come down as you stroke his cock with newfound control over your body. The sloppy, desperate movement of your hips sharpens, and you hit Leonaâs prostate dead on with each thrust. His moans border on screams now, and youâre just as close.Â
âCum with me,â you mumble, quiet but you know heâs clinging on to every sound youâre making. He hears you, nodding and fluttering around you.Â
A couple more thrusts and youâre thrown over the edge, finally finding the climax that youâd been chasing. Leona follows a millisecond later, dirtying his stomach and the sheets beneath him. You follow through on your promise, pumping his insides with your cum, filling him up. Leona babbles something incoherently, his nails digging into where heâd been holding onto your arm.Â
âShit,â he gasps once youâre both soft and tired to the bone now that the adrenaline has worn off. âShit,â he drags out the word when you ease out of him slowly, and flop onto the bed next to him.Â
âI might fall asleep before you, for once,â you admit, feeling like youâve run a marathon. Leona snorts,Â
âDoubt that,â he says as he rolls over to cuddle into your body. âIf you fall asleep, then whoâll clean us up?â he bats his lashes at you, like thatâll work.Â
âWeâre both just gonna have to be filthy, until one of us can carry the other to the bathroom.â Leona shrugs at your words,Â
âSânot gonna be me,â he whispers, closing his eyes as his breathing slows and evens out.Â
You know youâll be the one to care for him, and that doesnât bother you one bit. And you know he doesnât mind the drying cum and lube thatâs smeared along your bodies as you regain your energy.