I AM THE WATCHER, NOW I WATCH FOR ALL OF TIME
I heard the song Friends in Low Places before I had watched Bigtop Burger, but oh boy. the way my brain zeroed in on the lyrics Old Venezia, and then I watched it and the animation itself took up permanent residence in my brain. I think I spent a whole week this summer drawing nothing but clowns (this is phrased like I stopped drawing clowns after that week. I have not stopped drawing clowns, but sometimes I draw other things between the clowns)
bsky ⭐ pixiv ⭐ pillowfort ⭐ cohost
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upperclassman!jordan takin ur virginity...
you've been toeing the line between friends n lovers for a while--it started when you'd gotten so drunk at a party that you'd forgotten where your dorm was n jordan was too tired to do anythinf orher than take you back to theirs. it became a sort of routine--they'd never admit it, but a part of them couldn't stand the idea of their pretty little freshie being so helpless around anybody else. specially since it'd come out in a very scandalous game of truth or dare that you were a virgin--set off the toxic part of them that fumed at the thought of anyone other than them takin care of you. and the deep, carnal urge to fucking ruin you that they tried not to acknowledge.
except for this time was different. neither of you were crazy intoxicated--just the right amount of tipsy, amplifying the butterflies in your stomach and lowering your resolve.
which is how you managed to end up in their lap, their hands slipping under you shirt to hold ur waist while they kiss you. you've made out with people, sure, but never like this--never in a way that had you gasping into their mouth, your hands shaking where you held their face. never in a way that had you rocking your hips against theirs, your pussy dripping before you'd even been touched.
them groaning into your mouth despite squeezing your waist to stop your desperate grinding. them pulling back, cupping your face, shushing you softly when you mumble out a "please.." and whine.
them being glad they're in their fem form, or you'd be able to feel exactly how much of an effect this had on them. their eyes searching yours, and maybe slipping elsewhere.. the hollow of your throat, your collarbones, your nipples hard n poking through your shirt, and the criminally short skirt you had on. their eyes snapping up to your face when you squirm and whine "need you, jordan. please."
them fighting the urge to shift, take you right then and there. hike up that skirt and fuck your little pussy until you sobbed, but..
"you sure, baby?? want me to take you out to dinner first, hm?" them framing it as a joke, but searching your eyes for an answer--needing to know that you were okay with this.
your breathy "never been more sure of anything in my life. want you so bad, jordan, please." s all it takes for them to lift you by your waist, setting you down so you're sitting on the edge of their bed. helping you pull your shirt over your head, staring at your exposed skin, soft praises of "my pretty girl" and "so fucking perfect". kissing your lips hard before running kisses down your body, sucking bruises into your neck and biting softly at the skin of your tits, the hard peaks of your nipples, your soft whimpers keeping them from getting too lost in you.
they kiss you again and finally, they're pulling off your skirt, revealing your sweet, lacy lil panties. they smirk, soft hands settling on your bare waist, their rings digging into your skin as they push you down on the bed.
you're not experienced, but you've heard stories--know what's coming when they kiss all the way down your body, kissing your clit thru your pretty lil panties. "wore these just for me, hm?" their voice saccharine sweet as you nod frantically. "naughty girl." as they're tugging them down your legs, parting your wet slit with their tongue--wrapping their lips around your clit, groaning at your taste until you whine out a "wait, wait, stop-" and they're pulling away, confused when you again protest.
"s just... you still have all of your clothes on. s'not fair, jordan." n they all but smirk, pulling off their shirt in one fell swoop before diving back in to your pussy. n they're good at it--slipping a finger into your tight little hole n making you cum on their mouth over n over before they even think about shifting n fucking you.
them running the head of their cock through your drenched slit when they finally do, groaning low n guttural when they push into your tight heat. "fuck, perfect fucking girl. god, what a good little pussy, takin' me so well." n they fuck you so good you forget how to say anything other than "please" and "god" and "jordan" (and maybe a "daddy" or two.. but that's a conversation for another time) and they cum inside you after they've adequately made you see god n they're so sweet when they clean u up, tellin you how good you were, that it takes everything in you to not tell them u love them right then and there.
meant to write a paragraph but wrote a whole book 😰 jst feel very strongly about the subject is all
yeah im gonna diddle my skittle to this
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Imagine.
You've been friends with Rise Leo for so long, that you can't seem to remember a time when he wasn't there teasing you with his signature smirk.
It was always jokes with him. Puns. One liners. Horrible cringe pick-up lines. You name it, he'd say it.
Word play was the game and boy did he know how to play. The dumber they were, the harder you laughed.
You always seemed to be laughing around him. It felt…nice. Just to be silly, let the weight of your world roll off your shoulders just for one moment.
You guessed why that's why it was so easy for you to fall into a habit of teasing him back. Y'all both just needed a reason to laugh.
But…you weren't laughing now.
There, he stood in front of you, with that signature smirk on his lips, telling you that he had feelings for you.
That he ALWAYS had feelings for you; he just never had the words for it until now.
You tilted your head at that, your brow narrowing in confusion as you began to rub a hand nervously over your arm.
So you did what you always did. What he would always do when it came to uncomfortable feelings.
You brushed it off with a laugh, missing the way Leo’s hands flexed at the sound.
You looked up at Leo with a shaky smirk, mirroring his own face, your eyebrow quirked teasingly.
“This is a joke right? I'm missing the punchline here. You've never cared about serious feelings like this before, so why start now?”
Leo’s eyes widened slightly, his stomach sinking as he watched you shake your head with that disbelieving and exasperated smile that he had come to love so much.
His hands slowly curled into white-knuckled fists as he watched you literally laugh away his confession.
You thought… you thought this was a joke. That he wouldn't take these real feelings seriously.
Leo’s gaze narrowed as his attention sharpened into focus on you.
Very well then.
Leo would show you just how serious he could be.
Imagine.
All of those jokes, all of that teasing, that ADHD intellect, that strategy, that charisma and charm directed solely on you.
Imagine.
Every comment, every look, interaction and touch becoming calculated, purpose driven and direct.
Focused. On. You.
Imagine.
Leo wanting to show you what serious intention looks like.
Because it was NEVER a joke when it concerned you.
~Ninja
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