#Time for the lesbians to bless your feed

[samhaven]

4 Years since I've met my beautiful toaster and my soulmate, you have changed me for the better and I genuinely cannot imagine my life without you 🧡🩵❤️🤍

[carol-cigarettes-furcoats]

[risuola]

CALL IT DOUBLE TROUBLE — F. READER x GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU, who have a habit of sharing everything

It’s been a while since you last saw your college ex-boyfriend Gojo and a Halloween party led to your reconnection. It was cool to see him again, although your break-up was messy. What turned out to be a plot twist, was that he now has a handsome best friend and together, they are deadly.

cw: smut, exes to lovers, strangers to lovers, threesome, double penetration, praise, cum play, oral (f & m receiving), su*cide is mentioned (no description, just brief mention), reader discretion is advised — 6k words

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a/n: with that post I'm concluding the kinktober - sorry about the delay! work overwhelmed me, it sucked the life out of me, but I'll be getting back to writing now, so stay tuned! also, we hit 1300 followers, so I just want to say thank you so much for being here and reading the shit I post!

You were never that big on parties – you found them mostly annoying with the masses pushing and pulling all around you, drunk assholes that never seem to understand how consent works and even more drunk girls, that throw themselves at anyone slightly attractive. At least that’s how you remember every party you were on during your college years. You experienced firsthand how much effort men can put into chasing a hem of a mini skirt and you also saw in real life, how women were flexing their assets just to get into the pants they want. Unfortunately, usually pants that were in the biggest demand, were coincidentally belonging to your boyfriend. Uh, yeah, maybe that’s why you don’t really like parties.

Dating Satoru Gojo was a blessing, in some parts – he was just lovely to you. He was caring, to some extent, he was sweet-talking you into everything he wanted, and his arrogance always seemed to fly right over your head, but you loved him for longer than he deserved. You trusted him to not sleep with those eagerly spreading girls and he never did. At least that’s what you like to believe. Flirting with them – that was a different story. Satoru was an attention whore, really. He was basking in the gazes glued to him, the salivating mouths were feeding his already enormous ego and he seemed to have the time of his life pulling the strings of those poor, naïve girls that every time believed him when he told them they are just so pretty. His crystalline blue eyes were capable of turning lesbians into straight and straights into gay. The number of suggestive pictures he posed for flooded your social media each time after the parties you attended with him, and not one of those pictures he’s ever taken with you. And then, after leaving the frat houses and clubs, he would tell you how lucky you are to have him, how all of those silly girls were offering him their pussies oh so eagerly. He’d tell you how they envied you. All while he’d fuck you. You spent two years with him, then came the break-up and just as everything that involved Satoru was messy – so was your parting.

You really had no pleasure in partying, after freeing yourself from the toxicity of Gojo, you finally found peace. You flew through college with ease and after it ended, you found yourself quite a nice job – you were okay without attending any kinds of alcohol and loud music related people gatherings. That’s until Shoko called you earlier that month, practically begging you to pay her a visit on Halloween. She was in the city, having her family house all to her disposal due to her family being on a trip somewhere warm. It was a party where all of your college, mutual friends were going to be, a little reconnection if you will and she insisted you show up as well. It really sounded lovely to see where all of your friends landed in lives. With some you still had a regular contact, but some just went their ways and you rarely crossed paths with them, so you agreed to be there. That was a perfect opportunity to catch up and you were excited.

For some unknown reason, not even once you considered Gojo to be there as well. You just kind of pushed the memory of him to the back of your head, you removed him from the picture of your mutual circle of friends and completely you forgot that he’ll most likely be there as well. You realized it when Shoko asked you about him.

“Have you seen Gojo already?”, her tone was quite cautious when she mentioned the name to you, and with the way you looked at her from above your dying cigarette, she spoke again, “You know he’s gonna be there as well, don’t you?”

“Guess I blacked out that possibility,” you mumbled, shrugging softly to shake off the uneasiness of the thought and killing the cig in the sink before throwing it away. “No, I haven’t seen him and I hope it will stay that way.”

“Oh, you’re still wounded after him?”

“No, Sho, I’m not wounded,” you grabbed yourself a red cup from the array on one of the tables in the kitchen. You had no idea what concoction of liquid courage was inside every each of them, but you really couldn’t care less. If that was one of your first parties in years, you were not going to be picky and you trusted Shoko enough to not have death in those cups. “I’m really not. Thing is… I don’t know, it’s been so many years, I’m not really sure what to even tell him. We broke up in a mess that wasn’t addressed ever since, so you know.”

“Yeah, right, I remember the insanity of that action. Gojo was haunting my dreams for two weeks after the suicidal stunt he pulled off.” Ieiri flinched at the memory but laughed right after realizing how stupid all of that was. “He was a drama queen, we have to give him that.”

“See?”

“Well, you’ll most likely see him anyway, so just a hi will be good.”

“Noted.”

She left you to greet someone, and you shook your head, hoping to get rid of the flashbacks, but they were inevitable, you guessed it. Long time after ending things with Gojo you couldn’t find peace after what happened. You think you will forever remember the argument that unraveled after you told him you’re breaking up with him. There was so much screaming, your head pounded with pain for two days straight after that. Nothing more than accusing of the most bizarre shits and poison was spilling from his mouth when, for the first time, Satoru Gojo was informed that someone else is leaving him. Usually, it was him who ended things up, it was him who was cutting the strings and he was too immature back then to come to terms that other people are also entitled to just go away. You remember he went completely feral, almost psychotic as he was laughing at some point, throwing ironic insults at you as if it was gonna make you stay. He had to prove a point that it’s not you who want to leave him. It’s him who want to break up and you just accidentally happened telling him that before he managed to do so. After that, he threatened you that he will kill himself and he made it everybody’s problem – you had to know it, Shoko had to know it and every single one of your friends had to know it as well. You heard from Ieiri that after about three weeks he got back to being his usual arrogant playboy, as if he didn’t just cause drama of the century. He moved on. Traumatized everyone around him, but moved on nonetheless. Now you found the situation kind of funny. You were just kids and you were not meant to be together. That’s just how life works and you wondered sometimes if Satoru learned a little more life after that or did he stay the same.

Sighing again, you took the cup and slipped in between people in the living room, stepping outside to breathe some fresh air on the terrace, thankful that no one was there. Or so you thought and no wonder you almost jumped out of your own skin when you heard a voice right next to you.

“Fire?” He asked, after a moment of watching you search for the lighter in the pockets of your makeshift schoolgirl uniform. The unlit cigarette in your mouth betraying what you were looking for.

His tone was soft, saccharine sweet and calm at the same time and as you looked up at him, it somewhat matched the picture that met your eyes. The man was tall and broad, dressed all in black with dress pants and a hoodie. His sleeves half up, exposing the veiny forearms as he was keeping his lighter visible, ready to give you a hand.

“Yes, please,” you replied finally, leaning into the fire he opened and with relief you take the first breath in. You were not a smoker in your day-to-day life. One pack of cigarettes lasted you a year, but it was Shoko’s influence that today made you poison your lungs more than usual. “Thanks.”

“I’m Suguru. Geto Suguru,” he introduced himself, offering you his palm and you gave it a short squeeze, telling him your own name. You couldn’t find his face in your memories, and you’d like to think that such handsome features would tattoo themselves into your brain in one way or another. He had to come with someone else, you figured. Probably a boyfriend or a husband even. You couldn’t care less about asking. “Enjoying the party?”

“I’m not big on parties, really,” you shrugged, keeping your gaze away from him because hell, he made it so easy to stare with his long luscious, black hair resting over his shoulders and back, half tied up in a little bun just to get them out of his face. You couldn’t tell what his costume was, he had some kind of alternative style going on, slightly rocker vibes with his pierced ears and silver chains hanging from his neck, but it might have as well be his usual style – he looked good in it. He most certainly looked like a big, red flag but hell was the flag attractive.

“I see. Well, I’m not either,” he confessed, huffing out a greyish cloud of smoke out of his lungs and by the smell of it, you could tell it wasn’t nicotine.

“What you’re smoking?”

“Weed, why? Wanna try it?” It was an offer that you should politely say no to, but it was your first and probably last party in a while, so you asked yourself why not and took the joint from his fingers.

“So, you’re here with someone?” you questioned, just to keep the conversation going once you gave him the smoke back. You could feel the unfamiliar but somehow pleasant burn in your lungs after the drag you took and slowly you blew the fume out. Suguru found the view attractive. Sharing a joint with you felt a little more intimate than it should have, the way your lips wrapped around the brownish paper made him wonder how would they look wrapped around something else. Thoughts like this shouldn’t bloom in his head right after he’s met you, not when he’s an adult man, not a stupid kid anymore, but some things couldn’t be stopped.

“Yeah,” he inhaled once more, deeply enough to kill the joint and throw it away. You watched for a moment how he kept the smoke in his lungs, letting it go after a moment. The cloud escaping through his mouth and nose in a soft stream. Fuck, what a gorgeous man. Whoever was the girl that got him had to be lucky. “You know him, he told me about you.”

Oh, never mind.

“He? Ah, fuck, don’t tell me you came here with that idiot,” you reached down for your cup that few moments prior you put on the ground while searching for a lighter.

“Ow, you’re hurting my feelings, sweetheart.”

And there he was. You wondered where that tower of an asshole hid.

Once you look back at Geto, there was also Satoru. He was standing next to his friend slash partner, with his forearm propped over Suguru’s shoulder as he looked at you from above the black glasses, with the very familiar grin painted on his face. Gojo changed a lot since you last saw him. He was now buffier, seemed even taller than you remembered, and his facial features matured – his jaw became more square, eyes a little more lidded and even the smirk on his lips seemed less playboy-ish and more menacingly manly. He lost his princess looks and became a man. You wondered if his character changed as well, because you could still see him using his looks to take what he wanted.

“Oh, do I?” You questioned, eyeing him up and down. His clothes were almost exactly the same as Geto’s – only difference being the light color and the fact his sweatshirt had no hood. What he was wearing completely contrasted to what his friend had on and it made sense if they were here together. Black and white, like yin and yang. You had no idea if they were here as friends or lovers, but either way, you wouldn’t be surprised.

“You sure do,” Satoru shook his head, his smile now more friendly as he approached you, entrapping you in a hug that surely took you by surprise. “It’s good to see you, beautiful.”

“You too,” you guessed, not completely convinced about what you just said but you let it be.

“I’m sorry. I have to say it before you run away from me. I’m really sorry, I was a dick when we were dating,” Gojo’s voice reached your ears directly, but you had a hard time believing what you were hearing. He was never a type to apologize for anything. Please, sorry and thank you is a set of words that you were certain he never used and yet there he was, saying just that. He really evolved. Or he wanted something.

“Yeah, you were. Hope you’re not anymore,” you chuckled softly, brushing your hand over his side.

“I try not to be,” he confessed quietly, pressing a tender kiss to the side of your neck before letting go of you. He shouldn’t have kiss you like that, but the feeling of longing was way stronger than him. Even if for a moment, he had to just have a little taste of you.

Ever since you broke up, Gojo had no idea how much he missed having you in his arms. Up until that night he was okay with some random girls coming into and getting out of his bed with no strings attached. He seemed to be unable to form a lasting relationship after you, you were his first and last girlfriend that he committed to for so long, no matter how poorly. Even if he was nothing but an asshole to you, he often wished to marry you back in the college. Even if he couldn’t possibly show you how much he cared, because his childish behaviors were standing in the way of him reaching your heart properly, he really thought you will be the one and only in his life and even if he seemed to move on so quickly after you broke up with him, it was only for show. A cover up for the thunderstorm that was raging inside his chest, a band aid over the bleeding wound. No other girl was able to even half-fill the emptiness you left in his heart.

You were special to him and it thrilled him to the core when for the first time he heard from Shoko that you agreed to be there, because if it wasn’t for you, he wouldn’t show up as well. His time for partying finished along with his fourth year of college, when he realized there was less and less fun in drinking alcohol and forcing himself into flirting. When it came to you, he had never needed to force himself to do anything. He was just an immature kid when you dated, but he loved the time you gave him.

And now, you were still fitting perfectly into his body. As if he was made from memory foam that still remembered your shape. Now, you were still just as beautiful and breathtaking as he remembered you. In your little, schoolgirl mini skirt, thigh-high socks and a white button up shirt with a loosened tie you looked way sexier than you had a reason to. It’s been quite some time since he was that aroused from just looking at someone and you made him harder than he thought is possible. Fuck, what you were doing to him?

“So, what do you do now? Still living from party to party and from girl to girl?” You asked, taking a sip of your drink. It was strong and it really was better for you to take it in slowly, but there was a certain burn of nervousness tied to meeting your ex that you needed to drown.

“No, it’s in the past,” Satoru replied, inviting you inside, where all three of you found a nice place to sit on one of the couches. You landed between the two men. “I took the lead of my father’s company, Suguru’s my partner in crime. We’re doing good, I don’t party anymore. Honestly, if Shoko didn’t give me a sign that you will be there, I wouldn’t probably step by.”

“Oh, so you came to haunt me,” you joked, earning a soft chuckle from him.

“Yeah, kind of. Couldn’t reach you before and wanted to sort this whole mess out. I’m usually cool with having enemies, but you’re not someone I want to have as enemy.”

You gave his words a soft roll of your eyes. Maybe few years back you’d let yourself be sugarcoated into believing him, but not now. Maybe, just maybe, he matured a little, but some things will never change. Gojo was a flirt, is a flirt and probably will always be a flirt. But hell, was he cute. You cursed his innate ability to attract you from a mile.

“Sure, whatever,” you shrugged and the conversation after that was flowing nicely. You got to know Suguru, you learned who he is and why did he stick with Satoru. It was a friendship they developed that kept them together and maybe it was thanks to Geto that your ex wasn’t so much of an asshole anymore. Maybe it’s the brunette’s calm personality that somewhat grounded the playboy. Or maybe it was all an illusion. Yea, it had to be an illusion. There was no way that these two six-foot-three giants were not causing some troubles.

Yeah, they were a trouble. Double trouble, to be exact, and you got to learn that when the doors of one of many bedrooms on the floor closed behind you. You don’t even know how and why you agreed to go with them anywhere in the first place. You had no idea how on earth did Satoru sweet-talked you into fucking him again. For the old time’s sake, my ass. And more important, how did he sweet-talked you into fucking not only him, but also Suguru? At the same time?! You were not built for this, that’s for sure.

“Let’s have fun like we always did, yeah?” Gojo had this typical, shit-eating grin stretched on his face, when he was pulling you by the wrist onto the bed. Geto took his time and lit up another joint, opting to just stand and watch for now. He had a smirk on, his eyes were fixed on you, and you could tell that they weren’t new to sharing a woman. It really was obvious they did that before.

You had no time to think if that surprises you at all. Satoru was a stranger to patience. He never enjoyed waiting and always went straight for what he wanted, and this time was no exception.

“God, you look so fucking hot as a schoolgirl,” he muttered, burying his face into your neck, nibbing and kissing wet marks onto your skin whilst his fingers were already dealing with buttons of your white shirt. Your body acted on its own accord, responding to the red stains of his lips and the cold touch of his fingers with excitement that you felt for the last time when you were in college. It bothered you that you still were so receptive to the way he feels on you, you thought that you’re way over the Gojo effect but seems like you were gravelly wrong. “What a naughty one,” Satoru chuckled, his voice bordered a moan when he finally opened your shirt and your shapely tits, hugged beautifully by a lace bra entered his field of view. “Fuck, I missed those.”

“You’re talking too much,” you grabbed him by the hair, tugging the snow-white strands at the base of his neck and pushing his face down your neck and onto your chest, hoping it will shut him up. That was the issue with your ex. He really was a phenomenal lay but he was just talking so damn much. That was what ultimately pushed you over the edge when you were together back in the day. You just couldn’t stand listening about other women while he was with you.

“Maybe I am,” he chuckled, sucking a red spot onto one of your tits, earning himself another tug on the hair.

“Don’t mark me, idiot,” you warned him, but it was already too late and both of you knew it.

“My, my… so nervous. Let me help you relax,” Gojo smiled wide and made you lay flat on the bed. It took him no time to find his place between your thighs and before you even got a chance to react, he was already pulling your panties off of you. For a split second, your mind got distracted by the subtle scent of weed that’s filling the air. The smell that reminded you that it’s not only you and your ex in the room, but also another person.

“Don’t worry about me,” Geto smiled. Something mischievous lingered over his lips as he did before he took another drag. The joint between his fingers slowly but surely becoming smaller as he was saturating his lungs with the fumes, only to breathe them out after a moment.

“Are you not going to join?” You asked, your voice slightly breaking into a whine once Satoru flicked his tongue over your clit, reminding you how well he spoke the language of your body. He was fluent in your pleasure, you were never sure if it came to him with experience or was he just naturally gifted, but either way, he had a skill and was proud of it. He began eating you out like he was starving for the past decade. His tongue worked the puffy nub of nerves all the way around, he sucked and licked, slurped and kissed your cunt, causing your body to jolt in pleasure. He was purring while between your legs, his long fingers already working their way into your hole. The stretch was delicious, the symphony of his mouth and hands was slowly driving you insane.

“You’re so sweet,” Satoru mumbled, taking the pleasure away to smear some wet kisses along your inner thighs. “She’s so incredibly sweet, Suguru, you have to taste her,” he added, accentuating the thought with a bite onto the fat of your thigh. His friend just chuckled, making his way towards you and he handed you his half smoked joint.

“I’d love to,” Geto replaced your ex between your thighs. He kept looking into your eyes when he opened his mouth, presenting you with his pierced tongue. Little, metallic ball in the middle of the muscle glistened in the artificial lighting and it made you moan out loud, when he swiped it along your slit, gathering your juices. There was something absolutely intimidating about his calm demeanor, something nearly diabolic but it was exactly what attracted you to him. He was complete opposite to Satoru. He wasn’t bright and loud; his eyes weren’t big and vibrant. He looked mysterious, he kept himself quieter, his eyes kept the focus that Gojo couldn’t achieve. They really were made for each other.

“Oh god—,” your eyes nearly rolled back as he began working on your swollen clit ruthlessly. You had no idea if it was because of the piercing or was it just his skill, but it felt even better then when the snow-white was between your thighs. Or maybe it was just you being so turned on by him.

“You like it?”, your ex asked, grinning as he was taking the time to undress himself. “Knew you’re gonna enjoy it.”

You spared him the comment, losing the track of thoughts in the way Suguru was making you feel. You could have sworn you never felt something like this, he was just incredible with the way his tongue was engraving his own name into your clit. Cold metal of his piercing doubled down the pleasure you were receiving, contrasting with the heat of his muscle.

Your thighs began to tremble, your toes curled in, and you felt yourself quickly falling down the hole of ultimate lust. Euphoria was rushing through your veins; your heart was drumming in your chest as the smoke was leaving your lungs after the drag you took from the joint in your hand. Suguru was pushing you over the edge with such ease it felt illegal. You could feel him grinning proudly from his spot between your legs, you could feel his fingers gripping your hips with bruising strength, keeping them in place while he was slurping your soul straight from your weeping pussy.

Your orgasm exploded and you called out Suguru’s name. He didn’t stop. He kept drinking, thirsty for more of you as your juices coated his tongue and the bottom of his handsome face.

“You really do taste fucking sweet,” he commented, getting up and crawling above you. His lips were on yours the moment he reached your face. He tasted the smoke and you tasted yourself in that kiss. It didn’t last long, but the intensity of it made you almost dizzy. “Let’s get you out of this uniform.”

 It took just few moments until you were completely bare underneath the heavy gaze of two men around you. Satoru was just in his underwear, the tent in them painfully apparent and you knew him well enough that he won’t be able to wait much longer, but what bothered you was the fact that Suguru was still completely clothed. He looked sexy in his dark outfit, but he can look sexy in it later.

“Aren’t you a tease—” you muttered, once he got up from the bed to drown the rest of the joint in what little of alcohol was left in one of your cups on the bedside table. “Take this off.” You demanded, coming up to your knees and pushing his hoodie up.

“How demanding,” he laughed but complied and you managed to just blink twice before his god-like figure presented itself to you. A muscular, large body beautifully decorated with a dragon tattoo that wrapped its tail around his right bicep and spread on his back. You couldn’t decide what to focus on – his impressive musculature, the ink on his skin or the fact that even though he still had his pants on, you could already feel yourself salivating.

Satoru was right behind you, swiping the angry tip of his cock up and down your folds, gathering your slick and making you shiver from the touch. He then pushed his girth into you, stretching you impossibly and pulling a quiet, whiny fuck straight out of your throat. It’s been a while since you’ve been having sex with anyone, not to say anyone with that size, but you couldn’t deny that the burn was delicious. It set all your senses on fire, the heatwave washed over you and once Gojo went with the first thrust, it reminded you how much you missed the physical act of intimacy with him.

“Can’t focus, pretty girl?”, Suguru brought your attention back to himself. His long fingers gently gathered all of your hair into a messy ponytail, and you got the hint immediately. As on cue, you unbuckled his pants, pushing them down almost too eagerly. “Good girl.”

The praise in his tone got you weak, you were already becoming a mess from how perfectly Satoru was fucking you right now, pounding his hips against yours in the mind-numbing manner. His cock hitting all of the sweet spots inside of you with each long stroke and that was enough to make you almost incapable of thinking straight, but your hands and mouth acted on its own.

Geto watched how your lips wrapped around his dick. The sight of you taking him into your mouth with such hunger was something he wanted to engrave onto his brain and if the picture was amazing, then there was no word to describe the feeling itself. Your soft, plush lips felt divine brushing along his sensitive shaft, your tongue dancing around his length made him almost lose his composure. You were a sight. And you made him feel so good, he could feel himself twitching in the hot, wet embrace of your mouth. You were sucking him as if your life was depending on it, as if it was your last supper and you wanted to devour it and every time his plump tip hit the back of your throat, he could feel you taking control over him.

“Isn’t she amazing?”, Gojo mumbled from behind you. His grip remained iron on your hips, the bruising force being the only thing that was grounding you now. You could feel yourself clenching around him, your juices were running down your thighs and the wet sounds of skin slapping against each other were filling the room.

“Oh, she is,” Geto confirmed, applying some force onto your head. The tug on your hair was enough to send you overboard and the vibration of your throat once you moaned were enough for him as well. You couldn’t tell who came first, and frankly, you couldn’t care less about it, as long as it felt so damn good.

“I, fuck— I told you,” Satoru panted out. His hips moved slower as he was sloppily riding the high out. You licked the cock in front of you clean, satisfied with the first course but hungry for more.

You shouldn’t allow all of this to happen. There was not a single argument that could justify everything that was happening right now – you shouldn’t sneak out to god-knows-whose room in your friend’s house and you absolutely shouldn’t sneak out there with not only your ex-boyfriend but also his friend. You couldn’t even remember how you agreed to that. Why have you agreed to that? You had no idea. Was it to talk?

You wouldn’t exactly call the way your body was being stuffed full by two cocks at the same time talking. You were squeezing Suguru’s shoulders as he was thrusting his hips up against yours. His body below you, laying flat on the bed made for a canvas for your nails to leave marks, but he didn’t seem to mind at all. He was kissing you with a mixture of passion and laziness, a smirk stayed prominent on his lips as he was swallowing your moans. The subtle taste of weed in his mouth got you wanting more of him. He felt perfect in every way, his movements were setting your nervous system on fire as the heat was spreading over your entire body, radiating from your core. You could feel Satoru’s fingers teasing your clit, you could feel his lips smearing wet trails along your spine. The way his hips were moving seemed to be perfectly in sync with the brunette.

You were so full of them, you never felt something like this before. The initial pain you felt when Gojo pushed his girth into your asshole was long gone now as he was pounding into you in complete unison with how Geto was moving. The sensation of being so incredibly full turned your brain into a heated mush, your body was trembling between them, electrocuted time after time with a sharp waves of white pleasure. Your vision was blurry, the stars covered most of it. You could no longer tell whose hands were where and your thighs were wet and sticky from all the seed that was being pumped into you, gushing out with every piston of their hips.

“You’re so perfect for us,” someone told you. A low, rasped out voice resounded right next to your ear, followed by a harsh bite onto your shoulder and the sudden wave of new pain that radiated from it pushed you over the edge. You were speeding, falling with no parachute. You couldn’t breathe for a moment as the climax was overtaking you. “Such a good girl, you’re making so much mess.”

“Oh god,” you whimpered, gasping for air as their thrusts picked a pace. You couldn’t form any coherent sentence as they were fucking the soul out of your body. Right after you came, they both came as well. Their cum coated your insides and leaked onto your thighs, dripping down as they pumped into you some more.

Gojo was first to pull out, spreading your cheeks and admiring how his white overflown your hole. The menacing grin spread across his face as he gripped your hips and lifted you off Suguru’s cock. The long-haired man sat up as you, led by your ex’s hands turned to straddle Geto’s lap. Your back was facing his chest as he pulled you back onto his shaft. All of his length sank right into your ass, pulling a moan right from your chest.

“Look at you, so gorgeous,” Satoru was in front of you, admiring for a moment your bouncing figure before his long fingers slipped into your cunt, curling in a way that got him pressing onto your oversensitive sweet spots. “Open your mouth for me.”

You barely registered his words, but your jaw dropped nonetheless. His cum coated digits slid right through your lips and you sucked on them, twirling your tongue around and tasting the mixture of your juices and their seeds. Suguru’s hands were kneading your breasts as his friend was playing with the mess between your thighs.

There was something deeply erotic in a way the white-haired man kept your gaze up. How he looked right into your eyes while you were being fucked by his best friend, how he enjoyed the way you gave them your body to play however they wanted. And it felt even more erotic when Satoru licked the lone drop of cum that escaped the corner of your mouth only to kiss you right after.

Geto was still slamming his pelvis up and you got stuck in the realm of pleasure, hanging somewhere between the movements of the cock in your ass and the lips over your own. You could feel your thighs trembling. Your body, still oversensitive from the last orgasm and yet, already entering the state of another. The wave of lustful relief now flowing dangerously close to your core, the knot in your stomach holding just barely and you squeezed Satoru’s hair, tugging at them harshly. You were struggling to breathe through the heavy kiss he was laying on your lips, but the sensation of it rendered you unable to fight it.

And then it hit you once again. The man below you filled you to the brim, tearing down the last bits of composure you had and your world shattered once the final climax. You felt as if the lust and desire were steaming off of all three of you. The breaths were mixed and the tastes concocted. As all three of you fell onto the bed, blissfully satisfied, you began to slowly regain your mind to the sound of a soft chuckle from your left side. Satoru. He had a habit of laughing when he was fulfilled – a sign of his happiness, the state nearing high. There was some gratefulness in it as well.

“How are you feeling?”, the question came from the right side, where Suguru seemed to already plan how to take care of the entire mess. He kissed your shoulder softly.

“Good,” you replied to him, watching as he gathered himself up from the bed.

“You rest a little bit longer; I’ll go get washed first and then you two.”

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Might I request more of disowned verse reader absolutely giving no fucks towards Dick?

The clatter of a coffee carafe and cups on a tray sent Dick hurtling towards the door to open it. And Jason snorted.

The way into your good graces was not that. You could manage the door perfectly well with your hands full- it was cracked specifically so you could nudge it open. Or so Boris could wedge his nose in there to come get you.

No. The way into your good books was your kids. Jason learned that 3.2 seconds after he met them. And Jason embraced it. You were a mom first. Even if you didn't birth them.

You stepped up and stepped in when no one else could. And Jason respected that. But- Dick didn't know that yet. He'd never seen the way your eyes lit up when they ran towards you. Or the glee in your eyes when you were planning some little surprise. It wasn't all sunshine, but they were your heart.

"Record time," Jason observed, taking the carafe from you and kissing your cheek.

"I had the coffee pot set up for tomorrow- delivery day."

"Jesus, baby I- forgot I-"

"Deliveries of what?" Dick broke in, curious.

"Drugs and baby formula," you snap, "do you mind?"

Jason smirked when Dick visibly shrunk back. "If you have to go you have to go," you tell him, setting the tray down and starting to pour coffee and fix his how he liked it. "The kids will be fine done the road with Joni and Peg until I close up shop. And if I play my card right Joni will have their homework done and Peg will send them home with enough leftovers to feed an army and I won't have to cook."

"God bless Marxist Lesbians," Jason snored, "and their need to indoctrinate our kids with snacks and baby goats."

"Seizing the means of production one stray child at a time."

"Excellent comrades," Jason snorted before turning to Dick from the bank of monitors, "If he blocked you all out, he had the for thought to cut me out too."

"Damn," Dick sighed. "I hate to ask but-"

"I'll give you a week," Jason said firmly. He didn't want you alone any longer than that. Sure, you could handle it. You'd done it on your own before him. But you shouldn't have to. Not now. And things were different now.

"A week," Dick said nodding. It was more than he thought he'd get. He thought he'd get a door slammed in his face. Or that you'd argue it. But you didn't

"Jason-"

"Tell the kids I'll call when I can," he said softly, bending down and kissing you softly. "And if anything happens-"

"We'll be okay," you tell him. "Between Peg and Joni down the road and Allen and Reba the other way, we'll be looked after. For some reason, they can't get enough of those hellions."

[mynqzo]

oh my gAWDDDDDDD your characters,,, it’s like finding an oasis in a desert and I’m PARCHED

I weep in joy each time I open your blog and see these gorgeous creations blessing my eyeballs

THANK YOU for feeding the lesbian community I will build a shrine and pray to it every night that you keep serving us these works of art 🤲

thank you very dearly for your support and kind words !!

[yandere-paramour]

thank you for fighting so hard to not only get educated but also feed your adoring fans pretty lesbians and hot men

you truly are a blessing to this world

I appreciate the acknowledgement because running this blog and being in school at the same time is hard AF right now.

I graduated college on May 18th and started grad school on the 28th so I've basically been working nonstop since August 2023

I'm so burned out right now that I can barely answer asks and there's 118 in the inbox

I'm BEGGING you guys, please be patient on the asks, For every 1 I answer, 3 more show up. I'm exhausted and there's no way I can answer them to the degree you deserve rn, but I am trying

[i-hold-deaths-hand-in-mine]

And Those We Can't Remember

Rated: M Status: Complete Pairing: Agatha Harkness/Rio Vidal, Background Alice Wu-Gulliver/Jennifer Kale Word Count: 55k [Second Chaosverse Installment]

Tags: Fluff and Angst | Hurt/Comfort | Domestic Fluff | Grief/Mourning | Useless Lesbians | Very Slight Smut | Obnoxious Rhetoric | Disaster Lesbians | Alternate Universe - Magic(k) | Minor Character Death | The Road But Real | An Emotional Journey Through the Astral Realm

Summary: After solving the murders that shook the town of Westview, Agatha and Rio are well on their way to mending their relationship and relearning what it means to be together. However, their newfound calm is thrown out the window when Agatha begins to face dark urges, and Rio harbors a dangerous secret.

Now deeper into the world of magic and witchcraft, they also have another situation to tend to: Finding Tommy on the Road.

And so, a coven is formed when Agatha, Rio, Wanda, Billy, Lilia, Jen, and Alice create the intention to summon the Road together. They know only that, at the end, they each will be granted what is missing. For Agatha, that is peace; Rio, control; Wanda, her son; Billy, his brother; Lilia, freedom; Jen, power; and Alice, the truth of her mother's disappearance.

Together, they come to discover themselves and learn that the things we want are not always the things we need, nor what we receive. At the same time, they come to understand the true meaning of the phrase, "Blessings and burdens alike," and its origins on the Road.

First Chapter Excerpt:

Around six days and two brand new front doors later (Agatha decided, after the first one was installed, that she wanted the original deep blue and not the “daring” new red), Agatha and Rio had finally smoothened out their morning routine. They had to – Like, legally.  Their neighbors had already called in complaints twice due to Rio and Agatha ending up in screaming matches at six o’clock in the morning over the amount of hair in the shower drain and every cabinet being left open (or being slammed shut). The real problem was not just those short-lived arguments, though – it was that that screaming typically led to more screaming, but then that screaming was for a different reason.  Alice, both fortunately and unfortunately for Agatha and Rio, had responded to both calls. As if it had not been embarrassing enough, Alice also decided to end each visit with a very loud shaming of, “Please remember: foreplay is not supposed to sound like murder,” in front of their nosy neighbors.  Today, Rio gently closed the bathroom cabinet after putting her toothbrush back. Agatha stepped out of the shower and passed her a handful of hair instead of feeding it to the drain.  “I told you to move the trashcan closer to the shower for that,” Rio whined as she tried to shake the last strands of hair into the bin.  She tried to hand the wastebin to Agatha, but the other woman refused to take it. Yet without a towel, she placed her hands on her hips. “The bin goes on the left side of the sink, because that’s the side I throw out my face wipes on.” Rio laughed and shook her head. “You can take the extra steps across the bathroom and throw your face wipes away on your right side if it means I won’t have a handful of hair passed to me in the morning.” Still, Agatha did not take it. She looked at Rio very seriously. “No, I can’t.” “Agatha,” Rio started, but Agatha crossed her arms over her chest and stood firm. “Agatha,” Rio said again.  “Rio,” Agatha replied in a challenging lilt.  The two stared at each other for a long while before Rio finally surrendered. “I’ll go get coffee started,” she sighed as she placed the bin back on the left side of the sink. 

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[not-sure-what-im-feeling]

Ultimate Writing Masterlist

Hi! This is my masterlist of all my writing I’ve posted. Enjoy!

Sanders sides fanfiction:

(in order of oldest to newest)

Of Stars and Earth — Logan is the main character, god au, logicality, unfinished, Ao3 link. 3/? Chapters and 4,920 words.

Hey bbg — Prinxiety, heavy angst, it’s whump really, completed, Ao3 link. 1,963 words. [Disclaimer: i don’t really like hey bbg, but you are welcome to read it regardless. Once again— i don’t like this one 😭]

What if we cuddled in the tech booth — Prinxiety, hurt/comfort, completed, Ao3 link. 518 words.

Just Fine — Analogical, hurt/comfort, Logan angst, completed, Ao3 link. 1,198 words.

Complimentary — Logan is the main character, Orange is a character here, some light angst, unfinished(?), Ao3 link. 2/? Chapters and 2,018 words.

A Cup of Cold Tea (and a Warm Heart) — Whump, heavy angst, Whumpee Patton, caretaker Janus, post-whump, completed and also unfinished at the same time, Ao3 link. 746 words.

You Look Like You Could Use a Hand — Analogical, accessory swap, fluff, as in pure tooth rotting fluff it’s insane, completed, Ao3 link. 538 words.

Caught in the Cobwebs — Moceit, Virgil is a bitch, Janus is a bitch, Post Anxceit, completed, Ao3 link. 2/2 Chapters and 932 words.

Helpless — Patton whump again, it’s tied into a cup of cold tea, whump, Whumpee Patton, failed escape, completed, Ao3 link. 593 words.

Alone — Whump, Whumpee Patton, tied into a cup of cold tea, solitary confinement, completed, Ao3 link. 359 words.

(Not) a Dog — Analogical, Janus is a bitch, Virgil is a bitch, they both kind of suck here, dehumanization, hurt/comfort, completed, Ao3 link, 976 words.

i dont wanna be your friend — Prinxiety, genderswap, drunk confessions, love confessions, the two are named Rose and Victoria (roman and Virgil) and are absolute dorks of lesbians, completed, 4/4 chapters, Ao3 link, 4476 words

the hand that feeds deserves to be bitten when it beats— Whump, Virgil is getting beat up, self-insert, you are the one hurting him, please mind the warnings, dehumanization, muzzles, biting, blood, completed, Ao3 link, 1107 words.

Remember Your Place — Whump, Roman is getting beat up, please mind the warnings, dehumanization, pet whump, royal/manor whump, ballroom whump, incomplete, 1/? chapters. Ao3 link, 1454 words.

Original writing

The ivory isle — Uncompleted, Royal Road link, 1/? Chapters.

To Be Hated — the ivory isle snippet, takes place after the story, tbh you can read this but it probably won’t make much sense, Tumblr link. 2045 words.

Oh no. — snippet for my #blessed ocs, Tumblr link. 735 words.

Weaknesses and Trustings — Whump, generic whump, nameless characters, intoxication, creepy Whumper, nothing suggestive or nsfw though, Tumblr link. 1027 words.

There Isn’t Any Music — Whump, generic whump, death, nameless characters, Tumblr link. 357 words.

[i-like-anything-water]

Oh man, that fainting scene was PERFECT!! If my questions ever get to be a bother, don't hesitate to let me know; I'm just excited to find another Chloenette fan, and your thoughts are amazing to me. What do you think of these ideas?

AU where Marinette finds the Butterfly and basically becomes an anarchist passing out powers and is convinced she's the hero, Chloe gets the Ladybug and is struggling not to crack under the pressure of being a hero and unknowingly becoming a good person.

AU where the only change to canon is that, at the start of Origins, Chloe and Marinette are dating... but Chloe's the exact same brat she is in canon. The two are genuinely in love, but tend to feed each other's bad habits; for a dash of irony, Adrien and Marinette end up rivals due to Adrien's concerns that Marinette is enabling Chloe, and Marinette thinks Adrien is trying to get between her and Chloe.

Pure, fluffy Crack Chloenette where Chloe goes full Karen and channels her inner Audrey at a fast food restaurant when they screw up Marinette's order. Everyone is afraid, except for Marinette, who is just reminded why she loves this girl.

Like, again, I hope I'm not being a bother, and if I ever get to be, please let me know.

sup

no not all. i actually enjoying answering asks about my ships hjsizjajskskw. thank you, I try my best to make my thoughts coherent.

first one, I'm guessing this is aged up or when they're adults. young Marinette doesn't seem like the type to do that let alone have resources and time for that. Marinette one her twenties just trying to help people while also juggling life and its challenges. she thinks she's doing everyone a favor but with power comes consequences and humans have always had greed. so sometimes it does more annoyances than helping.

Chloe is always on the spotlight, especially now that she's prepared to take over their business. she's still young , around 24-27, but her family is anything but unprepared. becoming ladybug at age 20 was the biggest shock of her life and biggest blessing. if Tikki wasn't here she would have already lost her mind and said 'fuck it, all of you suck' and became her mother 2.0

there's drama, there's sexual tension and 'oh god she's my enemy I shouldn't be blushing like a teenager!' they get paired up in work together in their civilian forms and sparks fly (literally lmao). but they can't. because how could they when they still had someone to capture? someone to keep an eye on and capture? how can they think of each other when they should be thinking of someone else (which is still them lmao silly lesbians).

second one reminds me of that one wenclair fic I read where they're not even remotely good but god their romance was epic and lovely. Marinette is actually the more dominant and initiative in their relationship but she's so much better at hiding it. It thrills Chloe whenever they go on their dates and escapades where they beat up people they don't like (which in their defense are mostly sexist, pedo, homophobes etc.) after obtaining their miraculous. i have to do a bit of Kwami swap and have the ladybug, bee and cat on the same tier. still ladybug and queen bee though and they're a trio.

Adrien is just worried for his friend but he wasn't there when Chloe had no one, when Marinette was cornered, when Chloe had beaten up a guy that was way too close, when Marinette had talked Audrey shit in the face after Chloe's 13 bday. He wasn't there, so of course he didn't understand. It doesn't stop him though. He tries to reach out to his childhood friend only to be stopped with a glare from Marinette. He glares back.

"I think he's interested in you," there's a pout to her voice and Chloe smiles. She reaches a hand to brush the hair that's fallen on Marinette's face, cupping her cheek, "Nonsense. He only sees me as a friend. My best guess is he's worried I'm corrupting you."

Amusement flashes into the girl's eyes, "You? But you're an absolute angel, my love."

Chloe snorts as Marinette wraps an arm around her, "Screw you."

"Gladly."

this one could be connected to the second one in terms of their relationship. Marinette is kind and shy and still a bit clumsy, but she's also more confident with her love and doesn't have much inhibitions whenever she wants to know something or gets things done. Especially when it's for Chloe.

She watches in amusement as Chloe chews them out, garnering eyes from anyone inside the store. She should stop her girlfriend, tell her it was only a mistake. But her girlfriend is so damn attractive right now and it fills her with butterflies that Chloe would make sure she was pampered even at the smallest of things.

She does the same of course. She wouldn't hesitate to manipulate or blackmail anyone that comes too close to her liking. So far Adrien hasn't crossed the line, but the idea of toying with him crossed her mind. She wouldn't do it because Chloe is his friend and she doesn't want Chloe upset at her.

After they're done in the restaurant she pulls her girlfriend to the side, smirking at the blushing blonde. "You looked absolutely beautiful there, mon amour."

And that's all. I've been thinking about slightly darker/grey Marinette in my fics but I have yet to find the perfect formula on how to execute her. She's fun though, I like playing with her obsessive characteristics. Also, it's never a bother to me regarding asks about my ships or anything in particular long as it's respectful when asked. Thank you for the asks! Lovely aus indeed.

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

Selina Kyle as a parent

Note: Is it weird? Maybe. Will I write it anyway? Absolutely. Listen, there are enough romantic and smutty headcannons about random characters we need more platonic headcannons as well. And before you ask, yes, this is absolutely my reaction to Wayne Family Adventures. Bless that comic.

Side note: I liked Hally Berry's Catwoman, sue me.

Just like Bruce, she's the type to just pick the random feral child from the street and be like, yes you're mine now. Alternatively, you're the one who picks her up from the street, feeds her, and...look you have a mom now.

I headcannon that Selina and her mum had been very close before she passed away. You don't escape it either. Watching cartoons, late-night visits to the grocery store for snacks, shopping sprees, chatting, and snuggling in bed.

Speaking of shopping that woman is a fashion diva and would never miss a chance to give you a makeover.

Ivy and Harley regularly hang out in your apartment. They're your crazy wine lesbian aunties. Despite Selina's protests, they call you Little Siren, as in a member of Gotham City Sirens.

Selina's a fun mom. She lets you do whatever you please and always is down for some fun. The downside of this is that at times you'll have to be the responsible one. Cooking, cleaning, and taking care of dozens of her cats falls to you more often than not.

She becomes less reckless and more hesitant to take more risque heists. Worries about your safety more than she worries about hers.

Actually doesn't want you to become her successor or become a thief in general. When you ask her why she simply tells you that the business of it isn't as cool and glamorous as it sometimes looks. Considering that you had to patch her up many times she climbed through the window you'll have to agree.

If you insist on following her on this path regardless, she's very protective of you and doesn't take any chances. Celebrate every single diamond necklace and ring you've taken.

She'll probably have a very independent parenting style, giving you a chance to make your own choices. She trusts you'll grow and learn your own way. However, if you mess up, she'll let you simmer in it for a while. Selina wants you to be able to think for yourself and form your own way in life.

She may have a problem if you're more needy and dependent and won't be direct about the things you feel and want.

Very open about sex and relationships and is willing to give you any advice you need. Although she may have extensive knowledge in the sex department, when it comes to relationships...well...

You're one of the few people who's allowed to see her at her lowest.

She cares for you more than she'd admit in front of any of her "colleagues".

[sapphicschedule]

I forgot to post my favourite (and lesbian) girls from the book which I am reading: “Dracula a little to the left”, (“Powers of Darkness” by a-e and Bram Stoker kinda).

And I mean, who could possibly forget the classic and beloved characters of Wilma Murray and Lucy Western. God bless queens.

Timelapse and mild book analysis below the cut.

So when I was reading the original Dracula, there were several things that to me just seemed to come out of nowhere with little to no explanation, and I didn’t really like that. But in this book, things are built up quite a lot more, and events are often framed as being almost predetermined by fate and the such.

I think that the main example of this that I’ve noticed so far, (I’m about halfway through PoD) , is how Lucy is framed by the narrative:

When the respectable and totally not racially charged Romanian people are visited by Lucy and Wilma in PoD, they treat Lucy like she’s this chosen queen for them and even Lucy herself is shown to have noticed some sort of otherworldly connection with this group who are tied to the count. She is meant to become a vampire in this book, and they make sure that you know it. They make it very very clear on multiple occasions. It’s just fate.

But Dracula really isn’t about fate. To me, even though I wasn’t a big fan of it at first, the out-of-the-blue-ness of Lucy’s being turned by the count was what made her death and subsequent undeath and double subsequent re-death so incredibly impactful.

It could have been anyone who Dracula chose to feed on but it ended up being this wonderful person who was a bright light in so many peoples lives. And ultimately, this ended up being his downfall, as the people who loved Lucy were justifiably determined to bring justice to her murderer. And all of this happened by chance! It leaves so much room for what ifs and the spontaneity of it all is honestly what kept me in the edge of my seat for the whole book.

It also kind of resonates with me as a woman. How many wonderful and innocent women are murdered every day simply because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time, just like Lucy was. The tragicness of events which certainly aren’t random, but aren’t specifically targeted either is such a human experience, which ties in beautifully with the themes and messages of “Dracula”.

But if Lucy was destined to become a vampire? If she never did have any hope of living? Well that just erases like half of the stakes. If destiny is a plot point in your book, then fucking anything goes. We practically already know the ending. That’s not to say that the concept of destiny can’t be written well, but I imagine that it can be particularly tricky to get right in the horror genre.

But hey, I am only halfway through the book. It definitely still has time to be saved in this particular aspect, and in my opinion, there aren’t too many other problems other than all of the racism. And boy is there a lot of it. But also a lot of topless women, so that’s a W I guess.

[starsarefire824]

Heeey moot! Just woke up! Even though I'm late, I just wanted to say that you deserve to write whatever tf you want and I'm sorry some peeps were harassing you about The Pact. I don't think folks know how hard it is to not only write, but then to post it for others to see. So, for them to criticize you when it's just a fun fic that they can ignore or filter out (tags on ao3 are meant to be used geez) its wild to me. You're doing something very unique with the characters and including a lot of different subgroups of the queer community splendidly while keeping them flawed like real teens - all in 1 fic. As a demi ace myself, I was so happy to see you incorporate that in your fic respectively and a lot of my queer Sex Ed came from detailed, researched fics bc even though my parents and school system talked to me about sex, there was nothing for the queer kids, let alone ace kids to get guidance on. So, for fic readers/writers like me, using fics to explore sexuality was a godsend.

Can't help but also think it's the biphobia kicking in again, specifically for characters like Mike. No one has a problem hc Max as bi even though it seems like lumax is clearly endgame over elmax or elumax, but when it comes to Mike being bi it's like the world is ending despite it clearly being byler endgame. I personally ship all hcs of Mike's sexuality cuz only Robin and Will have been confirmed queer. Everyone else in ST to me is undisclosed until stated straight or queer. But again that's me.

Also love your poly rep cuz my sib is poly and so were some of my grandma's cousins from 1950s-now. So, again, all or most sexualities explored in fics is a must, regardless if you ship it. I've always been a polypartycule shipper and enjoy how you include all party members and mention Duzie sometimes cuz too many times I found fics/hcs excluding the fact Dustin has a stable relationship with Suzie in favor of just highlighting byler and elumax as the romantic ones of the party.

Sorry for the rant but I had to let it out. I hated scrolling through my feed and seeing that post you made of folks getting heated over fiction like you're gonna convince the Duffers to change the whole script. Anyways I hope my support is felt. This is still me typing in a sleep daze and yeah. I'll continue reading your work cuz I enjoy good writers first and foremost and omg lol you made it having some harrassers cuz the greatest books were on the banned book list. Not saying you deserve the irrational hate, but that's how I'm framing it - this is giving "banned book energy" just cuz The Pact is exploring romantic madwheeler when no one cares about byclair or henderhop or henclair (despite folks labeling El as a lesbian). Anyways, you do you moot be blessed out here

Hello deer moot!!!! <33

Thanks so much for the positive vibes!!! I truly appreciate it. I guess I was just feeling a little let down that a select few people made it so far into a fic and then were angry about the way things were going and/or felt the need for me to tell them the ending. At first it didn't bother me, but after answering the same questions 1,000 times and trying to sort of reassure everyone it got to a point of being exhausting! I want to talk about the fic, but I don't really want to have to defend my writing/story/ship choices every chapter. It's kind of exhausting and was bringing me down a little bit. But anyway, enough about that.

I am SO GLAD that you are like...really vibing with some of the choices in that story? Especially with your unique pov being demi ace and having poly family. I think that fanfiction can be a very important tool for a lot of teen when it comes to exploring sex, especially if it's not a cis het-normative type or even just....dealing with sex from a young person's pov and all of the obstacles that everyone faces in that regard. Also, I think it can just open up a conversation or make a person think about things that maybe they might not of before etc etc. Or! They can just enjoy those scenes for the writing/good time. I'm here for all of it.

I'm not sure if it's a biphobia thing? It honestly hadn't occurred to me, but you may possibly be right. I know a lot of people headcanon Mike as gay, which I fully support. I wouldn't be surprised if that is the case. I think if Byler happens in canon, he'll be unlabeled. BUT I do like to write Mike as bi, I personally think that there were feelings for El at some point. I personally headcanon him as a bi-romantic, and sexually leaning towards men. But that's just me....

But anyway, as that pertains to madwheeler, I also really enjoy the bi for bi Max and Mike dynamic, specifically because it's fun to write, and secondly it's another thing to add to their already similar personalities. And yea. I agree... unless a character's sexuality is specifically stated like El and Will's, there is room for exploration for most characters and that's what fanfic and art is for.

I do think there is this strange thought process regarding bi characters, that if they have a relationship with a person of the opposite sex it's like they're not "queer enough" for other people. Like it's somehow lesser than if Mike has a relationship with a woman, even though he already, in canon, is well, with a woman. And that people tend to forget that people are still bi, still queer, even if they are in the most outwardly straight presenting relationship, cause let's face it....you can't really help who you're attracted to and who you fall in love with. it just is.

And when it comes to the madwheeler in this fic, I am fully aware it is one of the least popular ships out there, but again, that is one of the reasons I wanted to explore it. And a a bi, poly person my self it was really interesting putting these characters in a dynamic where they were both involved with people of differing genders and orientations. It gives you a lot to work with when it comes to having things to write about! シ

And as you said, it also allows for some messy, realistic teenage angst! Which I am always a fan of! ;)

Anyway, thank you for the rant. I appreciate it so much, and am honestly still blown away by the positive responses to this story. Even if it's not everyone's cup of tea!

[indie-bard-maiden]

~The Convent of East Church~

(the goddess/mortal lesbian love story, apart of my short story collection 'The Ballad of Hollowfaye' also available to read on Wattpad)

A nun is offended that the convent she's dedicated her life to refused to learn the name of their gods. She's been personally touched by them. She owes her life to them. She won't stop until she guesses right and can thank the god that saved her personally.

Genre: LGBTQIA+ Romance with a Deity

Word Count: (to be determined)

The Ladies of the Veil reside in East Church, the only remaining temple left in Hollowfaye, but they don't know the names of the deities they've sworn their lives to; they don't know whom their eternal servitude is for.

When Sister Zuzu intruded upon Mother Dymphina's bedchamber on the Eve of the elder's sabbatical many years ago, it was hailing and the winds were screaming as they shook the cobblestone walls. She remembers the storm most vividly because the room was undisturbed by the noise—but the COLD! She froze to the bone upon entry and tucked her veil closer around her ears.

The beldam was lying upon the blankets, sweating, totally undisturbed by the weather. Totally undisturbed by everything. When Sister Zuzu had explained her visit, asking the Mother Superior about the names of their deities, the withering woman shrugged—as if she hadn't studied the religion her entire 96 years.

"The story goes–" she rolled her eyes, clearly the only thing that disturbed the woman was the company of her daughters-in-training. A fact that remained true even to this day, no matter how many sabbaticals she took–"that our ancestors grew tired of the deities showing up every time they'd called upon them. They tended to bring their own problems with them, and ~in person~ weren't of much help to those needing divine assistance. So, they stopped calling them by name and soon forgot their names altogether."

"But—"

The beldam threw her hand up sharply to prevent Sister Zuzu from interrupting.

"Now we worship them in a general sense. They cannot be summoned if we do not call Them by name, but we still receive Their guidance and blessings by calling Them deities–a term They deemed respectful and worthy, mind you."

"But, how do we know what guidance They're giving us if They do not show up?"

"Well—"

"And how do we know They're giving us guidance at all? And if we only need help from a certain deity, how do we know They're the ones showing up if we haven't summoned Them by name? Do all the deities just show up ~in spirit~ invisible and in the air and give us all Their divine assistance at once?"

Mother Dymphina was glowing red and sweating buckets through her nightdress. She was probably relieved there was no hair upon her head, and the heat trapped within her could escape through her porous bald head.

"Sister Zuzu! These are NOT the questions I expect to hear from a Sister of the Veil!? If you succumb to your doubts, then I fear this duty may not be for you. Maybe working the library with your sister would better feed your curiosity!"

Sister Zuzu sat up straighter in the uncomfortable wingback and uncrossed her legs, "I humbly apologize, Mother Dymphina."

She grabbed the book of ballads off her nightstand and fanned herself with it, "It is quite alright, chi—"

"But I must also humbly disagree."

The beldam froze, sweat droplets rolled off her pursed lips, "I beg your pardon?" Her voice could barely be heard over the hail beating in the window.

"This duty is exactly mine. I was called upon by the deities just as you were, and I will not stop asking questions until I find all the answers my soul yearns for. And, I shall start with the names of the deities who called upon me in the first place."

"Sister—"

"After all, how am I to maintain a personal relationship with Them if I do not know Their persons? And how am I to let them know my heart if I know nothing of Theirs?"

"They are deities, child!" She rose restlessly only to sink further into the beldam-shaped puddle in her sheets, "They have no hearts–only problems. And They will bring them to you to solve because They don't dare put the work in Themselves."

Sister Zuzu raised an eyebrow and crossed her legs once more, staring deeper into the bedlam's scorching amber eyes, "And do we not expect the same of Them? They at least have the decency to know with whom they are conversing... And this attitude is NOT the attitude I expect from the reigning Mother of the Veil."

Whatever she'd been about to say evaporated on her lips as they clenched shut and her moist, wrinkled hand reached out for her teacup, the vodka now room temperature after Sister Zuzu's intrusion.

"Be gone. Leave me be with my thoughts, and you alone with your questions. If you shall wish to return the gift of peace our ancestors blessed us with, that is your divine right. I only wish you would let me keep mine."

Sister Zuzu jumped from the chair and bowed, "Blessed be?"

She wasn't sure if they were on good terms; she wasn't sure they ever were. She'd only spoken to Mother Dymphina once before and that was the night of her Indoctrine Ritual—when she was pushed off the Seething Cliffs.

It was the custom to jump, to feel the rush of trusting the deities with something as fragile as life, and then to feel Their loving hands as They pull you to the surface of Black Crescent Bay.

She hadn't jumped–the fault completely of Sister Silver.

"You know why they're called the Seething Cliffs, don't you?" The white-haired woman asked as she pulled her free from her nightdress and the veil wrapped delicately around her neck.

She'd drown if she wasn't completely bare. And so she faced the winter air completely naked. She couldn't speak through the chattering of her teeth, the wind biting at her back.

Sister Silver smiled when their eyes met. Her blue eyes glowed like the moonlight above them.

"Because they're angry." She pointed downward, over the slopes, "You see how it's sharp the entire way down, how every ledge is pulsing with fury and reaching out with rage. Each ridge has a mind of its own. They've got a bone to pick with someone."

Sister Zuzu froze as she placed her hands just so on her collarbones and traced them along her shoulders. She leant her face closer to hers. Her breath was icy and smelled of the saltwater below.

"Pray it isn't you."

Then she'd pushed her.

Mother Dymphina never forgave Sister Silver for it, and Sister Zuzu was sure she'd never forgive her for intruding upon her nightly prayers for that conversation. But the Beldam surprised her.

She bowed–as much as she could lying in bed, "Blessed be."

Sister Zuzu smiled; one corner raised in relief and the other in admiration.

"And may good rest fall upon you, Mother Dymphina."

"Good rest."

She curtsied, her veil pooling on the floor, "May your drink and the blessing of the deities heal you of your ailment before your travels. And I look forward to the morning prayers and wish you good health on your journeys—"

"Sister Zuzu!" The beldam scolded, "I cannot have a good rest if you do not leave me to it. Good night!"

"Oh," her cheeks flamed and she bowed once more, "Good night..."

She lollygagged the entire walk back to the dormitory, twirling her veil around the bronze knights in armor, thanking the portraits of Mother Superiors before Dymphina for their absolute servitude and thankless devotion—at least, she was pretty sure they'd never been thanked.

She was relieved when she came upon the forest green door and the light of the blazing candles glowing from within. She was even more relieved to see Sister Silver pretending to recite her prayers at the edge of her bed.

"This is it, Silver."

She peaked one eye open and relaxed back onto her calves with a sigh.

"Oh! You didn't bring company this time."

Silver pulled the veil off her head and unraveled her tight braid. She sighed in relief as they both threw the cotton garments onto the maple trunks at the edge of their beds.

"She's ill."

"Her nightly concoction didn't help this time?" Sister Silver smirked.

Sister Zuzu threw her exhausted body onto her bed and rolled onto her side to maintain their eye contact as Sister Silver sat to pull off her stockings.

"No, and I'm certain my questions and doubts didn't help."

She tsked her then laughed, "Questions and doubts? Dear me, as long as she doesn't put off her sabbatical, then the Gods will have shown us mercy."

Sister Zuzu turned onto her back. Their ceiling was ancient–as old as Hollowfaye itself–and the Sisters that had come before them had painted it with pastels to resemble the Aurora Borealis.

It didn't.

Sister Zuzu thought it looked more like a summer morning sky: faded blues and violets and pinks. Sister Silver had glued stars on top of it after her own Indoctrine Ceremony, covering the paint that could barely be seen. She was a teenager then.

"I just don't get it, Silver. We have all these rituals, rituals we invite all of the inhabitants of Hollowfaye to enjoy, and we can't tell them the names of our Gods. Who are the rituals even for?"

Sister Silver stood from her bed and tip-toed over to Sister Zuzu's side. Sister Zuzu blushed at her closeness, at the warmth wrapping around her as soft and welcoming as silk.

"At best the rituals are pleasantries. At worst, they're a scam. I never needed them to converse with my deities before, and I don't need them now. They hear me just as I hear them. In here." She placed her hand over Sister Zuzu's pounding heart.

"But don't you want to know the names of the deities you've devoted your life to?"

"A name is what you call someone, by definition, and we've called them 'Deities' for centuries. That is what we know Them by and that is what They know They are known as. And, what we call them means little, it's the intention. Intention is everything. It isn't my words they hear, it's my heart."

"Well, yes, but we've made it our entire lives to worship Them, we've made a career out of our servitude. Don't you think we at least owe Them the respect of knowing Them by name–their true names?"

"Oh my dear Zuzu, you do know this career means nothing? We worship our gods just by breathing, and even by NOT breathing. There is a deity of death as well as a deity of life, a deity of lies as well as a deity of divine truth. We pay them respect just by being."

"But don't you see, Sister Silver? You don't know the deity of life or the deity of death? You know only their title."

She sneered, her veneers as sharp as blades, "How dare you tell me what I know? It is you who knows title alone. I know my gods. I know them like I know myself–better even. It isn't a matter of knowing a name as it is about knowing an essence. I have felt them all, I have been touched by every single one. That is something a name could never give you."

"You sound like Mother Dymphina."

"No, I sound like myself. I have a personal relationship with Them she could only pretend to have. And besides, Zuzu, do you call your mother by her name or by what your soul knows her as? Names mean nothing."

Sister Zuzu stared up at her. She wanted her to be closer. For her to feel her soul.

"I'm to find out their names, Silver. I have to know who saved me the night I arrived."

She smiled down at her, "So you've felt their grace, have you?"

"And their mercy."

Sister Silver sat down in front of her and buried her head deeply into her chest. She could hear her heart, no doubt. It was throbbing against her skin. She was yearning for more, but she tried to keep herself steady.

"The day I arrived, just moments before, I'd resolved that the only way I was going to conceal my forbidden feelings forever was to be buried with them. I was going to walk up East Church's bell tower, praying every step of the way for forgiveness. I prayed to every deity known to faith. It was a chilly night, you remember?"

Sister Silver interlocked their fingers breathlessly and nodded.

"When I reached the top, the wind was beating my dress into my skin. No one was about. I was all alone, standing before the ledge. Just me and the moon. I prayed once more, I said, 'To whichever being can help me, to every being I'm unable to name, if I can be saved, then please save me. Save me, and I'll repay with my devotion. Please," she licked her lips, reminiscing on the night that her life changed forever, "And there she was. Behind me. In front of the bell. In a white dress. With long white hair. No moon left in the sky."

Sister Silver smiled against her skin, pressing a gentle kiss into her collarbone. Sister Zuzu's breath hitched.

"Go on." She murmured, her lips tickling bumps into Zuzu's flesh. She was warm against her. Sister Zuzu was getting warmer in her own body. She felt her everywhere.

"I-I, I've known something about myself since that night, Sister Zuzu, and I know something the Gods didn't expect us to find out."

She hummed.

"They're here. All around us. And sometimes they go by different names. Sometimes we know them, sometimes we've been touched by them directly, and we don't even realize it. Sometimes they're so humble they want their accomplishments under another, unassuming name."

Her mouth trailed up her neck, her hot breath fanning her hair behind her ear.

"Clever. Very clever, mortal."

"I know you."

"And I know you. And what I'd really like is for you to continue your story. Who was the woman?"

Sister Zuzu cupped her cheeks and pulled her face into hers. Kissing the soft, ethereal lips. Tasting the entire universe in her mouth.

"The moon," she moaned, "The moon came down to me in the shape of a woman, and she's been protecting me ever since. She's known my entire heart and soul. She's told me I have nothing to fear in myself."

Sister Silver braided her hair in her fingers, pulling her closer. "You are a child of the stars. They'll make a patron out of warriors like you."

"Tell me I'm right."

Sister Silver leaves bright blue hickies along both sides of her mouth, down her neck. "Say my name and you shall have it."

"Vala."

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December 19th, 2024

When someone dies it is sad.

I don’t know that it’s more sad then when they’re alive though, because this will be the last time you’re sad about them.

When someone is alive they give you hell. Their existence is another piece in your puzzle, another marble in the cyclone. Another coin to count in your change. When they’re gone you cash out. Somebody somewhere get’s the deceased something or other. And you get out of work. You get to see your family, too, but that part never goes right. They serve themselves cold and half baked because you know them all too well. No point in putting on airs for the other piggies in the pen. Save it for Farmer John, you know? 

I knew of her tangentially, the deceased that is. She sent me cards for Christmas and birthdays. I could open a museum with all her  “God bless you”s, but I could never read them myself. Google translate says “Dios lo bendiga” but for some reason I don’t think that’s quite right. I’ll have to ask my Mom what she really wrote. 

The entrance to the funeral home is across from an industrial warehouse. Three trucks block our view with their right turns before we’re able to make our left. I guess that’s what we get for being smaller. My other great grandmother was ‘buried’ here recently. They put her in a hole in the wall and my Tia replaces her flowers often.

We know we’re at the right spot when we see my uncle outside with a cigarette. I see my grandfathers work truck for extra confirmation. My uncle isn’t really a credible source, anyway. I think it’d hurt his feelings if he knew I said that. 

Fishing, feeding the alligators, flip up my septum. Keep my head down. Three stories of mourning.

The thought can’t help but cross my mind; will this all die with me? With my sisters and I? The oldest has no desire for kids. Youngest is a mystery. I’m a lesbian or something, and even if I end up adopting or baring child, I can’t teach them any of this. The [HISPANIC FAMILY NAME] can’t survive in [U.S. CITY], I’m not strong enough to carry that weight. Why won’t I just learn Spanish? Is that my responsibility? If not my responsibility, is it my wish? My goal? To not let it all be in vain? My tio has a child that I will never see again. Maybe he'll carry the torch offscreen.

“I’ll hold you in my heart until I can hold you in heaven.”

And there it is. The water works. Bread crumbs are on me. It’s so much easier when the crypts don’t have faces, portraits taken by people who loved them, needed them. When the flowers are unremarkably fresh and there’s not too many decorations. When I don’t have to think about who’s in there and who loved them enough to put them there. The wind still slaps my tie but now it bites at my hands. 

But I find my way back to where they left us. 

I see them coming with her casket.

[tiodolma]

thank you @kessilover

funny thing tho. I was a merthur. i came from THAT shore. i earned my first followers from that side. The merthur people i followed were all lovely and good at meta themselves. I used to bask in their good side (for like..2 weeks).

Moreover My most scathing fandom wank against merlin, arthur and merthur was when I SHIPPED the merthur dynamic. IMAGINE THAT. And yet MerThur (on it's own) almost made me drop this whole fandom thing altogether because I was so dissatisfied. I became so upset at that time because I already made this sideblog and put it lots of work and all. I didn't want to quit. But being MerThur-centric... everything felt dark, awful and hopeless to me (remember i still shipped the dynamic at this point in time). MerThur made me hate the show.

You know what brought me back? It was when I randomly thought of Merlin x Morgana in that one desperate night of being so frustrated with Arthur and Merlin and the whole romantisation of their dynamic. Yeah... you heard that right... MerGana made me reconsider quitting on fandoming for Adventures of Merlin. It made me finally enjoy the show properly in ways that were true to my nature. I even stopped criticizing arthur and merthur when I truly shifted to Merlin x Morgana.

I also understand your point about the anti-het shipping of it all. When I first entered the #MerGana tag all I saw were people only liking MerGana as if it's a sidenote to MorGwen and MerThur. Somehow those two dynamics always have to take more priority/importance because "Morgana is obviously Lesbian and Merlin is obviously Gay, we do not take any objections, everyone who disputes otherwise is wrong." There was also the whole "homo ships are much better anyway coz het ships are too forced. Bless them for not pairing everyone up heterosexually" kind of messaging in the #mergana tag posts too.

and fine! I acknowledged it. I don't like the whole premise of insisting on a fictitious character's sexuality based on headcanon but "to each their own" so they say. I blocked these guys. I ignored them. I filled up the tag with my own mergana. It was better to curate my feed and make my own stuff rather than cause trouble. It was more peaceful and healthier that way. Moreover being responsible for my own fandom experience is healthy behavior! I let it go.

At that time that some have already made posts disputing/rejecting my merlin-critical posts but that was fine because they were not bothering me yet. But once I got into the MerGana dynamic and Morgana (the character), these awful fans showed up on my work and dogpiled on me, called me names, called me slurs, announced to all their bajiliion followers that I don't have a place in fandom and that I should have a better take instead of focusing on Morgana and being honest about what i thought about Merlin (the character and the show). The Morgana-antis revealed their true colors to me in their full glory even when i kept away from them.

That was when I realized something. The situation was more than people being against het ships. It's more than people being so tunnel visionned on MerThur and MorGwen (tho this is a major part of it).

Most merlin fans hate Morgana with a passion and they let everyone know about it. They distrust anyone who focus Morgana especially in tandem with Merlin. They do not like that Morgana is Merlin's perfect mirror AND foil. They want to distance themselves from people who like the antagonist more or as much as and together with the protagonist. They 1) gatekeep, 2)they police fandom, 3)they think they own the goddamn tag even when they do not, 4)their followers support these tumblrs who use immature derogatory terms on other fans who do not share the same opinion as them.

It's a shame really that I was unfortunate enough to see the ugly sides of the pond for being myself, for doing fandom wank about the characters that I like (Merlin and Morgana :D)

It's eye opening you know? the kindest and most respectful people I met on the BBC Adventures of Merlin tumblr pond were the ones who loved and appreciated Morgana, those who shipped her with anyone they liked, those who appreciate her character and what the overall story tried to tell us. They, make me feel more freer and happier as a fandom person. They made me feel at home.

I like the Morgana community I have here.

@kessilover ppl dont like me for being too critical of merlin arthur or merthur.

i have called merlin a class traitor who executes his own kind and people hated that

i have called merlin a vigilante who executes people for treason behind the government's back and they got mad at that coz merlin was just "protecting his friends"

i have been called a morgana apologist as an insult for idk.. sympathising with morgana more?

i have disputed that merlin didnt want to stay as a servant and also got blocked for that.

i have been called a "disservice in the fandom" for pointing out that merlin was just as shtty as morgana in his own right

and a lot more.

i mean i dont mind that people already curate their dashboards from me but this is the way i enjoy adventrues merlin. im not being bitter i think. I am just always in awe and fascinated by the story to the point of pointing out the political themes i can glean from the show.

...............

meanwhile... i say a lot of shtty things about both merlin and morgana (as a tandem) and i've gotten positive responses from mergana fans. at least in mergan side of the shore, most people acknowledge both their faults. To a lot of mergana believers, healing begins with accountability on both sides and that is what i appreciate the most.

[dumbstruckbaby]

stranger things playlists

that gay babysitter - steve playlist lol

i’ll steal a carcass for you, then feed off the virus - harringrove i’m sorry!! horny but also the saddest thing ive ever made (playlist title: rx queen - deftones)

the monsters turned out to be just trees - this is what i listen to when i’m thinking of everyone. like; it’s summer and i’m a teenager and i’ll never feel like this again. and that okay. because for right now i’m with my friends and we’ll never grow up. (playlist title: out of the woods - taylor swift)

homophobia - billy character study. he’s fucked up. there’s queer angst. god bless him… tbh i’m pretty proud of this

fucking freak - ok let’s hear it for the eddie munson playlist!!! just a bunch of music i think he would listen to. i tried to keep it time period specific but did slip a little, still good tho

STEDDIE? - i think they’re in love and scared and trauma bond. (this ship is ruining my life btw)

songs eddie dedicates to steve <3

songs steve dedicates to eddie <3

vecna is NOT getting me - basically songs that would totally hype me up if vecna wanted me dead

stars are in your eyes. & mine won’t focus. - and finally… ronance lesbian pining…… let them be together. let nancy take a break from boys. (playlist title: slacker - chloe moriondo)