#teehee :)

[tsunodaradio]

are you still watching? as usual, no promises, but we’ll be trying our best!!! a mix of short writing & SMAUs for august. buckle up, folks. 🩵 ´ ᴗ｀

[shaneausten]

✒️🫶🏻

send me ✒️ and i’ll write your URL in my handwriting along with a little note about what i think of you!

[al4nko]

local dyke can't figure out how to format their blog more at 11

[spiritdreamt]

you do not deserve this @emotionealie

percy's always been good at keeping a brave face, or at least a blank one. it's a skill she'd always hoped she wouldn't need once she moved out of her parents' house, but here she is: married and still hiding everything she feels. she wonders sometimes if nealie is judging her for these wounds of hers, the ones that were raw in college and still haven't healed over. her parents could never love her for who she was. she'd thought felix did, but now he's... she doesn't know. he says he's happy, but she can see in his eyes that he's discontent. she doesn't know how to fix it; she's certain she's the problem.

he'd certainly be pissed if he saw her now, nursing her third glass of wine while laura's asleep in her room, but he's out of town on business and she deserves some fun, doesn't she? fuck nursing the wine, actually; she knocks back the rest of her glass with frown, that mask of hers slipping. of course she doesn't deserve this. but she didn't deserve the childhood she had, either, and that never made her stepmother any nicer to her. "does it matter?" her voice is quiet. she doesn't want to wake her daughter. "i mean, really. i should've seen it coming. i'm..." she shrugs. "me."

[sichore]

you're banned from perceiving me when i talk about contemporary shounen protagonists. closes your eyes.

nahhhh you gotta see them in casual wear like tracksuits and deep cut sweaters and low slung sweatpants and also covered in lipstick stains the color of their eyes

[puppysdog]

punched my conch out at a 2 gauge with a biopsy punch ! warning for a little blood

bonus taper pic (more blood)

[marmelade-sky]

would it be a stretch to ask you for some hollanova? i know you wrote an amazing roselana f/f fic and i just really want more yuri from you if in any way possible pleeeease 🤲 so either hollanova or roselana if you want, that would be amazing!!!

you are my bravest anon, I love you, I love f/f, you have no idea how much joy this brought me... the scream i scrumpt when i saw this prompt... it's so peak.......

prompts are still open <3 all gcu/hr ships welcome!

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"Did you think of me?"

Jane took a step backwards, her back hitting the ugly, grey hotel room wallpaper, wide eyes on Lilya. "W-what do you mean?"

"Today. All day, ah?" Lilya came closer, unhurried, like this was just a game. "On the ice, before, after."

"No," Jane lied, shaking her head. She could see in Lilya's eyes that she knew Jane wasn't telling the truth.

"Show me." They were close enough now that Jane could smell her; vanilla and cigarettes and the masculine deodorant she used. It made Jane's head swim. Why had she even come here? She knew it was wrong.

"Show you what?"

Lilya said nothing, but her eyes flickered down to where Jane had her thighs pressed together under her skirt. "Show me," she repeated.

For a second, they stared at each other, then Jane peeled her shaky hands away from the wall and gripped the hem of her skirt, lifting it, dragging it up her thighs inch by inch.

Lilya watched closely, pupils blown.

Jane couldn't bear looking her in the eyes right now.

When her skirt was all the way up, baring her white cotton panties, Lilya took one last step closer, bracing herself on one hand against the wall by Jane's head.

The other hand, she unceremoniously shoved between Jane's thighs, cupping her clothed pussy, rubbing her fingers over it, feeling it-

Jane squeaked, her hands automatically going to Lilya's wrist, holding on losely, pretending she wanted her to stop.

"So wet," Lilya whispered, "Always so wet for me."

Jane bit her bottom lip from making a sound; all she could do was give Lilya a helpless look, tip up her chin and hope for the best.

Lilya got it. She always did.

She leaned forward, and kissed Jane on the lips, hungry and deep, licking into her mouth the way that reminded Jane of the way she licked her pussy. Jane's breath hitched in her throat at the thought, and she immediately felt more wetness flood her panties.

They kept kissing, and Lilya kept rubbing Jane through the thin cotton fabric until Jane was pushing into her palm, desperate for more-

"Turn around," Lilya ordered her; it filled Jane with an odd sense of pride that she seemed to be out of breath, too. "Turn around, bend over."

Jane, naturally, did what she was told. Because she was a good girl at heart.

Lilya flipped up her skirt, and pulled her panties down until they dropped to the floor. Jane gasped; from here, she could see how soaked the fabric was. It was almost transluscent.

"Always so fucking wet for me," Lilya repeated, voice low, sending a shiver down Jane's spine.

"Only for you," Jane whispered; it felt daring, forbidden. The hitch in Lilya' breath was worth it.

Two fingers pushed into her, and Jane gasped at the sudden intrusion. "Fuck-"

Lilya pushed as deep inside her as she could, until Jane felt her knuckles against her pussy, and oh god, she wished Lilya would give her more, push deeper-

She cried out when the fingers inside her began to move, pressing down on her g-spot, eliciting obscene squelching sounds. She fell forward, cheek against the wall, mouth hanging open in pleasure, pushing back against the fingers that fucked her oh so well, like nobody else could.

Suddenly, those two fingers were gone, as fast as they had come, and a frustrated noise escaped Jane at the loss.

It was quickly replaced by another moan, though, when Lilya used her now-drenched fingers to rub her clit, spreading the wetness all over-

Jane gasped in shock when she felt Lilya's hand wander all the way up to her ass, spreading the wetness there, too, rubbing the tight muscle with her thumb while shallowly pushing two fingers back into her pussy-

And this, fucking this was why she always kept returning, no matter how much it hurt, no matter the knowledge of how wrong this was, no matter the guilt-

-because where else was she going to get this? Nobody did it like Lilya. Nobody fucked her like Lilya. Nobody made her feel like Lilya.

Nobody.