#I’m bi myself as well

[bancaishi]

designing outfits for my characters has led me to the conclusion that bisexuality (or just being mel) is the key to being the most fashionable

bonus outfit swap also:

[eff-exor]

good mornnnninn sweeties <3

[jitteryjive]

i need to remake my cup bros ref… both cup and human designs… it’s been almost a year(?) and i’ve developed the headcanons and i would like to share with the class!!! (i wrote thirty tags. Please help me)

[bloodheartz]

Everytime I see those quirky “omg I’m so delusional Xb” posts about someone having a crush on a person in a band or their favorite character or whatever I’m sooooo tempted to just comment “Omg me when [actual delusion I’ve suffered] 🤣🤣🤣” to make the OP and anyone who sees it uncomfortable. If you’re gonna make quirky #relatable humor using words to describe my symptoms, you’re gonna hear all about them buster.

[purpledisastertwin900]

Shoutout to Bella who worked at in in out who asked me to slow dance at *mormon* prom 2 years ago. I had a gay panic, and you were probably the one that turned me bisexual, and you were rly pretty and made me very nervous but it ended up being really fun. Props to you, and if ur out there ily-maybe in another life, we’re girlfriends.

[thermesiini]

giggling and smiling on the way home because i was thinking about bisexuality

[thechaosthatismybrain]

I don’t think she gets that I can’t change being bi I was born this way like what does she think I chose this??? Why would I ever choose this life? Why would I choose to be something my family thinks is the greatest form of human downfall???! It’s not like it’s fun to have to sit there and listen to them talk about how a pride parade is an abomination on this earth how “those people” are disgusting. It’s not strange I become defensive and protective when I have to hear my parents say how awful I am for simply existing

I can’t change who I am and I’m not open for guidance because I don’t trust anyone with this to know what is right because I’m my heart I know that I’m good with myself and I’m good with god no matter what anyone says

[roostertuftart]

I don’t even care about this discourse anymore I just wish it wasn’t constantly being shoved down the rest of the fandom’s throat as this full blown “actually you’re wrong for thinking this isn’t canon” bullshit that’s so needlessly cherry picked. So much for fanworks not having to support canon.

[fingertipsmp3]

I am once again sad that a person I bonded with in a dream is not real

[starlooove]

I love putting the holograms into anything - they were either in their prime and up their with samurai in 2023 OR they’re up and coming now and bringing rock back to 2077

[tsarytsyas-cosy-log-cabin]

When it comes to people’s personal identities it’s really just not it to go at it another way -even if you find it to be incorrect, even if it technically might be

as an entire queer trans allosexual i think it's weird when other allosexuals don't like the term allosexual for themselves. it just means not asexual. smacks of cis people who scream and howl and pee their pants about being called cis

[sashaforthewin]

Multi-chapter fic on Ao3

Steve had been enjoying a nice relaxing lounge by the pool despite it being night. He had his hearing aid off and his fruity drink and a romance novel Robin had let him borrow. He was determined to have a good time despite the circumstances. 

Someone tapped his foot, scaring the crap out of Steve and making him drop his book and nearly knock over his drink. 

It was a fellow cruise passenger and he was saying something. Steve turned his hearing aid back on.

“Sorry, what?”

“I asked why you were out here instead of at the concert,” repeated the man with a smile.

“Oh, um. I’m not actually a fan of metal music. It gives me headaches if I listen to more than one or two songs in a row,” Steve admitted sheepishly.

This stranger was still clearly a metal head, but he looked significantly less scary than most of the ones he had seen so far that day. Everyone Steve met had been nice, but Steve hadn’t felt comfortable telling anyone he wasn’t a fan until now. Maybe because it was just the two of them out here and he was smiling so cutely. 

“Not a metal fan? Well damn, not to critique your life choices, but I think maybe going on a metal cruise wasn’t an ideal choice for you? I’m Eddie, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Steve.”

There were plenty of deck lounges around, all empty, but Eddie sat down on Steve’s right next to his legs. 

“Steve. So Steve, why are you on a metal cruise when you don’t like metal? These tickets were not exactly cheap and there’s no way you missed the theme, it was pretty clearly advertised,” Eddie asked teasingly.

Steve looked Eddie over, noting that he was actually pretty cute. Pretty eyes, nice full lips, dimples, and he was that type of lanky Steve was drawn to. He had good skin and his hair had some volume and texture to it, Steve could work with that. Bit of a fixer-upper, but a better starting point than most of the men that had flirted with him since his last failed relationship. He also had the vibe, so Steve decided this guy would be fine to open up to. 

“Well, Eddie, I bought this ticket for my dear friend Dustin for his birthday, but then the little shit went and outed me to my parents. Accidentally, of course, and he feels like shit about it. But still, that got me kicked out of my home so maybe I’m being petty but I decided he shouldn’t get to go on this cruise after all. I forgive him, it really was an accident, but still, gotta teach him a lesson.” Steve shrugged. “And I would’ve gotten the ticket refunded but the money would’ve gone back to my parents and they clearly don’t deserve to get anything back from me. So, instead of trying to figure out how to sell a ticket to a very niche interest cruise, I figured I deserved to just come and treat myself for four days before I have to go back to living in my ex-girlfriend’s basement. It’s actually pretty nice to have the ship to myself while all you guys are in there shaking your heads to loud music.” Steve gestured to the pool and the drink.

“Ex- girl friend’s basement?” Eddie asked.

“Shut up, I’m bi.” Steve smacked Eddie on the arm with his book. 

Eddie grabbed the book and looked at it as he replied, “Hey, just checking to make sure I’m not barking up the wrong tree.”

“Oh? Is that what you’re doing, barking up my tree?” Steve said, playfully.

“If you’ll let me,” Eddie flirted back.

“So how come you’re not in the show right now?” Steve asked, gently stealing his book back from Eddie’s grasp.

“Oh, I’m touring with those guys right now, I have heard them play the same set like fifteen times already. I’d much rather be out here getting to chat with you. You know you’re beautiful, right? How come you don’t live with your boyfriend? Or girlfriend?” Eddie asked, quite obvious in his fishing for information.

“I’m single and yes, I do know I’m beautiful, but I still like hearing it. Are you like a roadie or something?”

“Actually,” Eddie said, “I’m the lead guitarist in the headlining band. We play tomorrow night. Can I buy you another drink? Maybe dinner?”

“The, uh, the bill goes to our cabins,” Steve answered, too shocked that an apparently famous musician was asking him out to respond appropriately.

“Baby, I’ll put your entire tab on my cabin if you’ll let me. You are the most beautiful, and dare I say cleanest man on this entire boat. Metal heads are great, but they aren’t really my type.”

Steve takes a sip of his cold drink just to make sure he’s not fallen asleep and dreaming. The ocean is calm and the moon is full and he is most definitely awake.

“And what is your type?” Steve asked. 

“Handsome men with soft hands who will let me pamper them,” Eddie said, picking up Steve’s hand and feeling his lack of calluses. He placed a kiss onto each finger tip. “These hands aren’t meant for labor, let me spoil you rotten.”

Well, Steve reasoned, even if this ended up being just a weekend fling, it was going to be worth the price of admission.

[foundfamilynonsense]

Sometimes I just want to sit down and say, like… Gay men, lesbian women, and straight people. You could wake up tomorrow and discover you’re actually bi.

Tomorrow you could meet someone of the sex you do not think you are attracted to and go “oh fuck”. There is no rule— nothing—that says that could not happen to you at any moment.

“I’ve lived forty years without—” so?

“I can just tell I’m—” how?

Now, we can get into the conversation of how these labels aren’t actually law, and that you can be a lesbian even if there was that one guy and you can be a straight guy if there were those two guys in college and etc.

And that’s totally true and valid and we should normalize that. But that’s another post.

My point for this post is that, yes, you are one strange meeting away from being bisexual. It will probably never happen. But you can never say with 100% certainty that it won’t happen.

But that doesn’t mean every gay, lesbian, and straight person should start calling themselves bisexual just in case. That would be a completely absurd thing to expect.

Can you imagine if we go around to gay men and were like “but how do you know you’ll never be attracted to a woman?” Imagine if we did it to straight people? The idea you have to call yourself Bi just in case?

This is easy to understand. So why is it so hard for people to understand when it comes to asexual and aromantic people?

Like… I suppose I could wake up tomorrow and catch some feels for someone. I… doubt it. But it could happen.

But I’ve been alive 22 years and it hasn’t happened yet. So why should I expect it? Why should I spend time thinking about it? Why should I label myself based on that slim possibility?

The number of straight people who have said to me “well you never know” or “maybe you just haven’t met the right person” or whatever. Can you all IMAGINE what they would say to me if I threw it back?

“Oh, sally, you don’t like any women yet but you never know. Maybe you just haven’t met the right woman.” Their heads would explode I think.

I am an adult. I have been through college and it’s social life. My brain is (basically) done developing and I finished puberty quite a while ago. How late do you have to be before people concede that you’re not a “late bloomer” you’re just not gonna bloom at all?

Maybe tomorrow I will wake up and be attracted to someone. I still would consider myself on the aroace spectrum. But to be honest I think I know myself enough to trust it’s not going to happen. And I don’t think I should have to plan for it or expect it.

[theemissuniverse]

i feel like some mk characters would definitely break the bed or headboard during sex.

like not rough fucking either, like they could just be so into it that it happens.

if that makes sense😭

BREAKING THE BED MK MALE CHARACTERS

SUMMARY : Title is obvi

A/N : every single time I see people talking about this, my mind just resorts back to twilight breaking dawn part 1 when Edward broke the headboard LMAO

WARNINGS : (MDNI)! dirty talk, praise, breeding kink, cumming, squirting, unsafe p in v, size kink, probably some other stuff I forgot

MASTERLIST

MORTAL KOMBAT 1 CHARACTERS

Liu Kang hadn’t had sex since he created the timeline. That meant that he hadn’t had sex for eons. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to but Liu Kang was not the type of man to just screw other women randomly just to get his release. He couldn’t do that even if he wanted to. If he were to have intimacy then he had to do it with someone that he loved.

Luckily for you, you were that someone. He loved you more than anything. More than himself, more than life itself. He’d do anything for you no matter what.

So here he was, in the bed with you. He was on top of you while you laid on your back, looking into his eyes. Liu Kang found that making eye contact while he thrusted in you was more intimate than anything.

Your nails felt good scratching on his back. Your heavy pants filled the room. Liu Kang went slow but efficient. It was your guy’s first time so he didn’t want to over do it by going at such a rough and fast pace.

“Oh, yes. Yes. Liu Kang.”

You saying his name made it one hundred times harder for him to control himself. I mean the man hadn’t had intimacy for eons and now he was having it with you.

Liu Kang would kiss your shoulder and your cheek whispering how much he loved you before placing his hands on the headboard. He continued to go slow but hard into you.

He was hitting all your good spots. Liu Kang was certain that there would be love marks on his back from how you were scratching at it with your nails. (Though he wasn’t complaining.)

“Please don’t stop. I love you.”

Nothing turned Liu Kang on more than you telling him that you loved him. He started to pant himself. He felt uncontrollable fire come through his hands and with that, the headboard broke.

It fell behind the actual bed. Liu Kang stopped and covered you to make sure that none of the remaining pieces would fall on you.

He looked at what he had done and then back to you. He gave you an apologetic look. “I’m so-“

He couldn’t even get it out before you pulled him into a kiss. Liu Kang accepted the kiss.

The two of you pulled away. You gave him a smile. “If I didn’t have sex for literal eons I would’ve broke the bed too.”

Liu Kang chuckled at you. He kissed your neck some before thrusting back into you, making you moan. “You know I can’t control myself when I’m with you, love.”

Bi-Han was always presumed to have multiple women in bed. That was not the case. At all. He did not have time for women. Even if he was feeling really horny some days. He didn’t go out and get a woman to take his frustration out of. He still had traditional values and did not believe that it was okay.

That’s where you come in. Bi-Han wasn’t really concerned with love until he met you. Some days, it was hard for him to show it to you but you knew he meant well.

Bi-Han was on top of you while you laid on your back. He was going at a fast pace but he didn’t do it hard. He actually did care about you so he didn’t want to hurt you.

He wasn’t really affectionate during sex so you didn’t get any kisses or him telling you that he loved you. In fact, you didn’t get much of anything besides a few animalistic grunts. He wasn’t a talker in general when he had intimacy.

“Oh yes. Please. Bi-Han. It feels so good.”

He did love it when you talked though. Bi-Han had an ego so him knowing he was making you feel this good turned him on to no end.

He continued to thrust in you fast. The sound of skin to skin contact was heard along with your moans and his heavy breathing.

“Yes. I need you. Please. I need you.”

Bi-Han grunted at your words and placed his hands on the headboard of the bed. He stopped his such fast pace and went a bit harder this time.

“Right there. Right there. Oh yes.”

Maybe it was because Bi-Han didn’t really have intimacy or maybe it was because your moans were driving him crazy but Bi-Han lost control.

Ice started to freeze the headboard of the bed. Then the headboard broke completely because of that.

Bi-Han stopped thrusting in you and he watched as the pieces fell either behind the bed or on the side.

He sighed, annoyed. “I do not feel like getting that fixed.”

You shrugged with a smirk on your face. “Should’ve controlled yourself more.”

“I’ll show you control..” Bi-Han placed himself back in you making you moan. This time, he really was going to show you no mercy.

Syzoth never had intimacy in his human form for what was obvious reasons. Of course he never felt the need to because he had a wife and she was in her true form. So, what would be the point for him to take on his human form?

Well, now there was you and you were obviously human so Syzoth didn’t feel like having sex in his true form would be the best idea. At least right now.

So, he was going to try it in his human form for you. He had you laying on your back while he was on top of you. He warned you though that with his species, they can become incredibly aggressive and territorial during intimacy. You didn’t believe him.

You should’ve believed him.

Syzoth wasn’t going at a speed where you couldn’t handle it but he was going fast and rough with you. Unlike most men, he was a talker but that was probably just his true nature showing.

“Oh gods. You feel so good, (Y/N).” Syzoth rubbed all over your body as he spoke.

“Mmhm. You feel even better, baby.”

Syzoth bent down to your level and kissed you sloppy. You accepted the sloppy kiss and Syzoth began to tongue kiss you. You were no match for his tongue though. It was useless fighting against him.

His tongue started to lick all over your neck before he sucked on your neck. You moaned at the feeling of his mouth on you. “Mine. All mine.” He told you.

Syzoth felt your breasts and he gave them a good squeeze. He felt himself practically whining at how good you felt around him. It was all too much for him. “Please let me cum inside of you.” He kissed your shoulder and nibbled on it a little. “You’d look so pretty pregnant.”

He could say just about anything and you’d agree to it just because he was fucking you so good. “O-okay.”

Syzoth’s hands went on the headboard. He slowed up on his fast pace and focused more so going hard. You let out short gasps, unable to speak, “Oh, yes love. You look so pretty like that.”

He couldn’t help but go a little bit faster. “Have my babies. Have my babies.”

His nails dug into the headboard. He didn’t even realize it but with all his strength, the board broke.

Syzoth stopped, a little taken back at what he had done. He sighed to himself. “I thought I was controlling myself well.”

You gave him a ‘really’ look. “You call everything you did control?”

“Am I hurting you? Am I going too rough? Because I-“

You cut off his worries with a kiss. Syzoth kissed you back with the same amount of passion before you pulled away. “No, I like it a lot. You’re fine. I’m just teasing.” You grabbed onto Syzoth and pushed him back inside of you, making him hiss out of pleasure. “Now, keep going. I’m almost there.”

MORTAL KOMBAT 11 CHARACTERS

Shao Kahn was a man of many things and having multiple women worship him was one. The great thing about it was he didn’t have to force these women either. They worshiped him by their own free will. It only boosted his ego up.

That didn’t matter anymore now that he had you, his Empress now. None of those other women mattered. He had you and he was content with having just you.

Shao Kahn warned you about having intimacy with him and how big he actually was. You thought it was just that talk men have to hype themselves up.

Oh…you were wrong.

He had you laying on your back while he was on top of you. Shao filled you up completely. You didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Shao made sure to do slow but efficient thrusts. At least for right now as it would take some time for you to adjust to him.

You moaned every time he thrusted in you. Every time it got louder and louder. Shao Kahn was in heaven as he watched you fall apart on him again and again.

Your body twitched from the immense pleasure Shao was giving you. “That’s it. Take all of me.” He told you. He continued to give you slow strokes. “You can do it. You were made for me.”

Moaning at his words, you felt up all over your body. Shao watched you play with your breasts and he couldn’t help himself. He went a little bit faster.

A loud gasp came out your mouth at the change of pace. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head but Shao forced you to look at him. “I need to see those pretty eyes while I make you mine.”

Shao rubbed your stomach soothingly. “You are all mine. You belong to me.”

“Oh my god. Shao please.” You tried to run away from him but Shao grabbed onto your thighs. He picked them up and wrapped your thighs around his waist.

Shao Kahn kept thrusting in and out of you, grunting as he did so. You moaned louder. You tried to keep your eyes on him because you knew if he had to tell you again, it would be bad.

“It feels so good.” You could barely get out.

Telling him how good he was making you feel made his ego boost up. His hands placed on the headboard and he looked down at you. “Are you ready my Empress?”

You knew that meant he was going to go fast but you felt like you were more ready. You nodded to him and Shao Kahn started to go fast into you.

You thought it was going to hurt but it was good. Incredibly good. “Oh my god. Yes. Please. Just like that.”

Shao Kahn continued to fuck you into the bed, grunting while doing so. Usually, he would only care to get himself to cum but you were his Empress so it meant he cared to get you there too.

You were already almost there. “Oh my god. Please. I’m cumming. I’m cumming. Please, Shao.”

Shao Kahn continued to go at his same pace. That’s when he felt hot liquid on his chest. You had squirted on him.

He found this so attractive that he couldn’t contain himself anymore and he broke the headboard to the bed.

It didn’t break in pieces. He had ripped it off straight with his bare hands. He threw the headboard down and you gasped a little at the sight.

Shao Kahn looked at you with a smirk. He stopped thrusting in you. “What was that? Only a minute?”

You rolled his eyes at his cockiness and forced him to go back inside you. “Shut up and cum in me already.”

Kano always had women wanting him. I mean he was attractive, charming, and great in bed. Who wouldn’t want him? He was the perfect catch and he knew this. That was probably the bad thing about it because it made him cocky.

When he met you though? He kissed those other women goodbye. None of them mattered when he had you.

He had you laying on your back. He was on top of you. Kano gave you rough and fast thrusts, making your breasts jiggle up and down.

“Oh Kano. Please don’t stop.”

Kano loved it when you said his name. He typically wasn’t really that affectionate during intimacy but for you? He’ll do about anything.

He kissed you on the lips. His pace didn’t stop. You moaned into his mouth. Kano began to suck all over your bottom lip.

Kano’s kisses went to your neck and he nibbled all around your sensitive areas. You moaned louder. “Please. Kano. You feel so good inside of me.”

“I know, love.” Kano licked all over your neck like he was hungry for you. “How bout you let me cum inside of you? You’d feel even better.”

Kano could tell you to do just almost anything and you’d do it in a heartbeat the way he was fucking you into the bed. “Oh god, yes. Please cum inside me. Please. I need you.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Kano’s hands went on the headboard and he went even harder inside of you. He watched as your mouth fell open and your eyes roll back into your head.

“Oh yes. Give it to me. Oh, yes. Give it to me.”

Kano groaned at your words but didn’t stop his pace. “You’re such a naughty girl.” One hand went to quickly slap your thigh before placing it back on the headboard. “My naughty girl.”

Your pussy clenching onto him was far too much for him. Kano himself started to pant. Then he felt the headboard break.

It didn’t break drastically. It just broke in half. Kano stopped thrusting in you and looked down at you.

The two of you didn’t say a word. There was silence. And then you two started to laugh. You two laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world.

Kano leaned down and kissed you on the lips. “Oh, you drive me crazy, love.” He told you before going back to thrust into you.

Hanzo didn’t really have it in himself to have intimacy anymore after the death of his wife. He felt there was no purpose in doing it if he wasn’t in love. So, he just didn’t have it.

Then he met you. The now love of his life. Everything changed about him then. Hanzo now had the desire to make love to you.

He was a bit nervous though considering that he hadn’t had intimacy in a long time but you constantly reassured him that it would be fine.

Hanzo had you laying on your back while he was on top of you. He gave you slow but hard thrusts. His eyebrows squinted in pleasure as he made love to you. If you felt like this all this time, he wished he had done it sooner.

He didn’t mind at you clawing at his arms. It barely felt like anything to him. Hanzo made sure you felt comfortable and loved each time he went in and out.

“Hanzo please.” You cried out. “I need you.”

Hanzo groaned at your words before kissing you. As if he would lose you the next day. As he kissed you, he went a little bit faster causing you to moan in his mouth.

“You feel so good, my love.” He told you. He kissed your forehead and focused on his fast pace.

Your moans filled the room along with his panting. Hanzo felt like he could cum at any moment but he would wait until you had gotten there first.

He didn’t think he could wait.

Hanzo’s hands went to the headboard. As much as he loved your moans, he was trying to drown them out. They were just turning him on more to the point where he felt like he was about to cum.

You noticed that his eyes were closed. Probably concentrating. You rubbed all up on his chest. “What’s wrong, Hanzo?”

You were driving him absolutely crazy and he didn’t think he could hold it much longer. “Trying to wait for you, my love.”

Chuckling, you brought him a little closer to kiss him softly on the lips. He accepted the kiss. Then you pulled away. “That’s sweet of you but you do not have to wait for me, darling. You can cum in me now.”

He liked that he had your permission but he still was trying to wait for you. His hands gripped on the headboard even more. He couldn’t hold it. “Oh, (Y/N). Oh my love.”

You knew he was cumming. You rubbed up and down his chest to help him with your soft touches. “That’s right, darling. Cum inside of me.”

Hanzo came hard in you. His hands created fire and it completely broke the headboard.

The two of you gasped at that. Hanzo stopped the fire and he looked at you to make sure you were okay. “Are you alright, (Y/N)?”

“Yeah. I’m okay.”

“I apologize. I did not mean to lose control like that.”

You gave him a quick kiss on the lips before speaking. “It’s okay. It’s was hot.” You decided to joke.

Hanzo shook his head and kissed your cheek. “You and your terrible puns.” He went back inside of you, making you moan. “We’re not done here. I’m not finished until you finish.”

[sideeve]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀LITTLE MISS PERFECT

synopsis : getting homosexual tendencies for her best friend? absolutely not!

note : i just started playing tlou2 again and my love for abby and ellie blossomed again. naughty dog knew what they were doing

ft. : questioning homosexuality, internalized homophobia, non-apocalyptic au, implied smut but not that descriptive, ellie already has a crush on reader but it’s not really described until they kiss and what not.

you search through the rack of bras, lazily looking for one that at least looks fitting. you huff, starting to lose hope. your hands stop at one. a black lacy one, which if your wore, would cover nothing. it reminded you of that erotic video you found went internet surfing.

two women alone together, exploring each other’s bodies. their tongues acting like a paintbrush and their bodies were canvases, covered in saliva.

you press your lips together, trying to push down the tingling in your body. you can’t be gay. you literally have a crush on that ABC news host.

“[name], honey? did you find one yet?” your mother asks, messing with the displayed jewelry. “no, there’s nothing here.” you sigh, hiding the bra in the rack.

you had no problem with homosexuality. hell, your whole search history is the complete opposite of heterosexuality. your best friend is a lesbian. but there is no way you’re gay. that’s…just not you.

after many of those “are you gay” tests, your answers remain the same. ‘you’re most definitely a lesbian, babes’.

you lay on ellie’s bed, blindly flipping through one of her many comic books. you blow raspberry, getting bored a little. “what?” she diverts her eyes from her TV for a second before tending back to her game.

“nothing.” you flip a few more pages until your eyes land on a certain panel. two girls in close proximity, lips ghosting over each other. you swallow a large lump, trying to push away the thoughts again.

but now you can only think of you in that situation. curled up next to a girl, her hand rubbing softly on your waist.

you try to picture what she would look like, only seeing your best friend’s face. you groan, rolling on your back.

“ellie?” she hums in response. you fiddle with your thumbs before asking the question. “how did you know you were gay?”

her game pauses. “what?” she looks at you before her eyes travels to her opened comic book. “ooooh.” she laughs, picking up the book. “you picked the one i didn’t want you to get.” she closes the book, stuffing it under her bed.

she leans back, propping herself up with her arms. “ i dunno. i just…” she shrugs, “never pictured myself with a guy. and you know, boobies.”

you softly hit her, making her laugh. “i’m serious, ellie. i think i might be gay. lesbian, bi-i don’t know!” you groan, stuffing your face in your hands.

“i mean, why don’t you?” she lays on her side, looking at you. “that ABC news host.”

“David Muir?”

you nod, making her scoff. “do you have a crush on any guy at job?” she twirls a strand of your hair in her fingers. “god no. they all look like troglodytes.” you grimace at the thought of liking them.

“can you picture yourself marrying a man for the rest of your life?”

that question made your stomach drop. you feel bile pile up in your throat. ‘yes, you can’ you try to convince yourself.

“no, i guess not.” you give a slight frown at your answer, looking down.

“hey, it’s normal. not everyone is straight. and you sure aren’t.” she laughs. “oh shut it!” you huff.

she stops laughing after a while. “well, let’s kiss to see if you are gay.” she suggest so nonchalantly. kiss? your best friend?

“uhhhh..” “if you don’t like it, we don’t have to ever talk about it.”

you look at her, contemplating whether you should go through with this. you couldn’t deny that ellie was very attractive. you could say that she was your “gay awakening”. they way she was naturally flirty with you was the beginning of the questioning phase for you.

“let’s do it.” you sit on your legs, waiting for her to kiss you.

she gives you a soft smile, getting up.

“you sure?” she questions, not wanting this to go wrong. you nod.

she takes a deep breath, putting her hand on your cheek to pull you in.

your skin ignites. this is what you’ve dreamed of. intimacy with a woman. natural intimacy. not like those forced erotic videos you watch in your free time.

her lips press on yours, her eyelashes tickling the apple of your cheek. you reciprocate the affection, putting a hand on her cheek.

a moan slips from your lips, your eyes fluttering shut. the hand on your cheek falls to your hips, her hand squeezing for a few moments to tell her that this is real; this is actually happening.

in a flurry, her body is pressed on top of yours, her tongue exploring every crevice on your mouth. her hands slipped under the hem of your jeans, fingers brushing over the seat of your panties.

you card your hands through her auburn hair. “els…” you call to her as she pulls away, a string of saliva connecting from hers and your bottom lip.

“you okay, princess?” she moves her hand at an angle, her thumb drawing tight circles on the pearl of your cunt. you arch into her, making her chuckle.

you nod, a moan slipping from your lips again.

“yeah, you’re definitely gay.” she giggles, stuffing her face in the crook of your neck, making you laugh too. “shut up and use your hands, ellie.”

“oh, i know something better than my hands.” she leaves your neck for a moment, digging under her bed.

she pulls out a harness. one not built for your shoulders. the purpose accessory catches your eye, making you widen them. “is that…”

“i haven’t used it yet.” she smirks. “your call.”

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