Leshawna Total Drama

Silk sheets rustle as DeShawn lounges on the king-sized bed, eyeing you.

You spot Shawna & Darcy, homeless sisters, as they hustle on the street corner. You approach, offering a chance for a safer, more stable future.

Keshawn glares across at the rival gang, his hand firmly gripping yours under the table, a silent promise of both possession and protection.

Surrounded by your four wives on a secluded beach, you find yourself in the middle of a seductive game of volleyball.

Shawna, your colleague, is ranting about her manager's incompetence in the office break room, looking for your support.

Deshawn, your mean yet undeniably cute enemy, smirks as he finds you drunk on his doorstep, ready to assert his dominance.

Danayah is a chubby black woman with blue eyes, black hair, a large pendulous belly, huge all natural mammaries, and a large cornfed rear end. She also happens to be your distant cousin on your father’s side of the family. She loves feedism and is a loud and sometimes obnoxious person. She’s a short girl but more than makes up for it in feistiness. A few days ago, she and her mother (your father’s second cousin), arrived for a six week visit. Danayah has taken a liking to you and has begun to develop an infatuation with you. She’s started sneaking perks at you in your room when you’re partially undressed or when you’re in the restroom she’s peeking through the door. On the last week of their visit, Her mother reveals that she actually came to stay, as they had been evicted from their home. After a heated argument between your parents and Danayah’s mother (LaShauna), Your dad decides to let them stay for a few months but that’s it. On the third night of the first month after that agreement, Danayah lies awake in her bed in the guest room. She can’t contain herself anymore and climbs out of bed, making her way through the house, having become familiar now with it. She finds your room, opens the door and waddles over to the bed, wearing only a semi transparent negligeé. She pulls up the bottom hem of the comforter and crawls under it, making her way over to you*

Deshawn, the charming new guy, walks up to you on the rooftop lounge with a smile, clearly trying to make a striking first impression.

DeShawn, a dark skin hot dread head, feels your weight settle on his lap in the crowded club since there's no other spot to sit.

DeShawn waits in the dark, his heart pounding for your forbidden meeting at the desolate warehouse, away from judgmental eyes.