#casual dating with herpes

[outsideyourhousewithaknife]

Possible crackship: Adam's apple

I'm writing my own timeline here and I've already forgotten a lot of backstory, but I just?? Absorb my chaotic fanfic drabble.

Suppose they vaguely knew each other when Lucifer was in heaven. They were jealous of each other being with Lilith. They started arguing about it out one day, and then they both realized that she was a bitch. They got closer then, becoming friends.

Lute was into Adam, and she got jealous of his friendship with Lucifer. When Lucifer fell, she manipulated Adam into staying away from him.

Many years later, Adam saw Lucifer trying to defend people during exterminations, and Lucifer saw Adam and his angels murdering people. Both of them were shocked and offended by the other's actions. They started to resent each other.

One extermination Lucifer was trying to convince tiny child Charlie to come back inside and stop trying to save people. Adam saw them and was filled with frat boy rage at the sight of Lilith and Lucifer's brat. He lunged to attack her. Lucifer stopped him. They fought, but the extermination ended before anyone but a few passerby were killed.

Lute called Adam back. He turned around and considered just for a split second that maybe he was wrong to be hurting people. Maybe, for just a second, he saw Lucifer crouched over Charlie looking all paternal and thought he was kinda cute. Maybe Lute called again and he snapped out of it, gave Lucifer the finger, and left.

Lucifer was too busy looking after Charlie to notice any of that. He developed a hatred of Adam. He'd go out of his way to find him and fuck him (up) every extermination. With every fight, Adam was reminded of their old friendship. He became infatuated with Lucifer. And mayyyyyybe Lucifer thought fighting this angel and being pinned against the wall was just a little bit hot.

Adam started to blabber about Lucifer to everyone up in heaven. Lute noticed and got even more jealous. That was why she chose to intensify the exterminations.

When Charlie asked Lucifer to get her a meeting in heaven, he freaked out, but eventually decided to let her go because that no-good tumblr sexyman surely couldnt hurt her in heaven (and he wanted Charlie to give him the scoop). Adam turned Charlie away because he remembered her father, and, underneath all his bravado, he didn't want to Lute to get jealous and hurt anybody. When Charlie kept pestering him, he thought of Lucifer, and Lucifer thought of him while his daughter was away.

When they finally met again and Lucifer was like, "I am going to fuck you!" Adam was like, "Sure, finally, weird time for it but I'm down." Lucifer was like, ". . . what now?"

Then they started talking and laughing and soon everybody stopped fighting and was looking at them with utter confusion. After a while of exchanging dad jokes and frat boy jokes, Adam was like "you know I wasn't kidding about fucking you."

Lucifer got super emotional and thought "I should totally marry this guy." Maybe he accidentally said it out loud. Adam was like, "Nah, you can't pin me down that fast, sweetheart, but I'll take you out for a jagermeister and some herpes medication." Lucifer was like, "Sure," and they started to leave and then Charlie had to interject.

After a couple of jagermeisters, they started dating. They sort of halfway patched things up between heaven and hell, disposing of Sera. Adam got things settled with Lute. They left heaven in Emily's hands and left Lilith up there to pout and went down to mend the damage they'd caused in hell. Maybe Adam and Lute also start casually dating, because Adam and Lucifer are poly and Lucifer's totally chill with it. Charlie winds up with an additional very weirdly sexual dad who keeps his douchebag personality but now in a decent way.

Lucifer lets Charlie become Queen of Hell and goes to spend more time wirh Adam. Vaggie rules with her. They give Alastor permission to punish all the truly terrible people in hell, like Valentino, so he has his own authority. He learns to be content with that and figures out how to be happy, focusing on his radio broadcast and spending time with Rosie and Nifty. He decides to let Nifty and Lute get out their aggression on Valentino and all the others he's in charge of.

Vox comes to try and schmooze Charlie and she forces him to try and redeem himself by fixing things with Alastor. He agrees, intending to just fake it to get on her good side but starts catching feelings. It's the same for Alastor. He starts buffering every time he's near Alastor. Charlie makes the. start working on a show, and all Alastor does is voiceovers. They start dating-but just romantically, because we all know Alastor's an ace in the hole, and in a way full of insults and banter and a prettily twisted sort of love. Maybe Vox also gives the Egg Bois a cooking show, but they're always horrified at the inclusion of eggs in their recipes.

Angel's contract with Val is broken, and Charlie helps him heal, and so he gets to do drugs and have sex on his own terms-while still hanging out with Cherri and Husk, of course. Husk opens his own bar, and Angel is his first customer. Cherri starts dating Sir Pentious (he avoids death in my version). Velvette and Mimsy and everybody else just keeps on doing their thing in Charlie's moderately improved version of hell.

[orleans-jester]

cryptid-killjoy​:

“Good point. These people needed to get their whittling on.” He laughed. “What was wrong with these people.” He shook his head at the room shaming it as they went on. 

Pleasing him was Thomas’s favorite hobby? Could the man get anymore complimentary today? Could no casual conversation go by without? Flotsam was beginning wonder even as much as it kept him fawning. It also made him wonder if his own hobbies fell boring if they weren’t all wrapped about his lover. Though he had written songs, a poem, and created artful projects for Thomas before the thought was still in there. Did he do enough? 

Flotsam got swept up in a humorous kiss after his Blarney Stone kiss quite unexpectedly while wiping off his lips and admittedly that part was worth all the trouble. He’d have climbed all hundred whatever steps, stood in line, and dusted the attendant, wrenched himself upside down, and risked communal herpes all over again just to share in that silly moment. Boy oh boy. Why did he love that man’s kisses so much? Even ones with babies squashed between and in an attempt to unburden chapstick from Blarney Stone’s strangers. It left Flotsam grinning anyhow. 

A black parasol indeed, nice and frilly, that’s how Flotsam envisioned it. It would stay on his mind long after the visit to be sure. He was having prim and proper time imaging himself strolling along this way. 

As for the murder hole, “Oh, I might have. Me and Jet have lured the ol’ Tick Tock around a few slimey places, not to mention a few others. Medusa really should keep better eye on her so called pets.” 

Then by the time he’d gathered all the poisonous plants and ended up in his laughing fit over the weed under the jungle gym Thomas had started chuckling a bit too. “It feels more like come play on the weed playground to me, not stay off.” He was shaking his head too. The only reason he didn’t bother stealing any of it was he didn’t need to. Weed was too easily accessed elsewhere. He wasn’t a desperate teenager that needed to. He stuck to some of the rarer to find plants that are harder to find seeds for so that he could keep up with his own apothecary closet. 

Then back to the ocean they would go. 

“I’m sure I can find something to make a pole for you around the house if they don’t have any around.  I’ve even made me some pretty clever reels. There’s bound to be the makings of nautical stuff at an ocean side dwelling. The kicker is always finding something tough enough for line though. That could be a downfall.” Then out of curiosity he asked, “You ever done any trapping or net fishing, Sailor?” Then he gave Thomas a cute little bump at the hip when he called him Sailor just because he still liked remembering that first boat date, just like earlier when he called him Captain. “Like from a boat? Shrimping? Or Lobster trapping? Or maybe tuna netting? Been on any boats for that? Did you ever go on a giant river boat? One of them fancy ones with the dinner cruises where they serve you dinner and have those balls and everything? Or just like sailing boats? Or what? Not counting pontoon boats and stuff. I figure everyone who’s lived on the ol’ Mississippi been on one of those or little speed boat.” 

Then they got in the car and drove on back to the rental - back to the ocean, but not before Flotsam’s long inked arm pointed out a brewery called Elbow Lane and made Thomas stop to get dinner there on the way home. 

“Oh, let’s pick up there and take it back home. There.” His arm would keep pointing so Thomas wouldn’t miss it. He was very sure that’s where he wanted to eat for dinner. Why? “I saw a guy at the castle with a tee shirt on of the place and it had an octopus with an eye patch on it.”  Plain and simple only reason he wanted to try the place. The octopus for the win to Flotsam every time. He’d look up the menu on his phone and  they could easily order up and wait in the car until it was ready to run in and pick it up. 

When they would get back to the ocean Flotsam looked at his list of things to do in Ireland he looked up on the plane in an attempt to find something interesting to do. 

“Kiss the Blarney Stone - Check. First family crime, steal from The Poison Garden - Check.  Added bonus became a distraction for zombie dust toss.  I’m so proud of the kids. Oh, and you too of course, love. What should we do tomorrow?”

“Boring people,” Thomas tutted. “No creativity in those days.”

Could Thomas get more complimentary? Of course he would. But he didn’t want to overdo it. A couple of times in every conversation didn’t feel like it was too much. He didn’t want his words to lose meaning. But oh yes, he could definitely bring more to the table, pile up on the compliments until it broke under the weight. But he didn’t ask for anything in return. Just the love right back. Just the chance to hold his husband at night, to wear the wedding ring. He loved every gift that he received and felt like a lucky  man for each and every one - the thought of it not being enough never occurred to him. He’d reject that notion outright.

The chopstick felt filmy, and it took a good couple of swipes to get it off but he wasn’t going to let Flotsam suffer alone. That wasn’t his kinda love. He was grinning too, not a regret in the world, despite feeling he just went through one of those social media ‘100 layers of-’ challenges.

The mention of Medusa reminded him suddenly of how much Hook had wanted to talk to him. Thomas didn’t necessarily have anything against the guy but there was something humorous about making the pirate wait. Blame the Laveau influence, making people antsy for their entertainment was growing on him indeed. He gave a chuckle, thinking of Hook just waiting at the pub, scratching a tally chart of how many days he’d been waiting to talk to them in one of the tables with the edge of his hook.

“Were I a teenager at this moment, there’s no way that I would be able to resist that. It’s like the old trap, put something wonderful under a box and trap the person under it. I’d get caught easy, hands down,” He said, having to take his phone out and snap a picture of it, just to laugh more about later, or show the kids if they weren’t watching at this very moment.

“A little branch and some string?” Thomas asked, another laugh on the tip his tongue as he thought about it. “I’d probably be better off making a little spear and stabbing them when they swim around.” Then there was the thought of slipping on the slick rocks that were underneath the surface so maybe neither of those were the best idea right now. He wrapped an arm around Flotsam after the nudge as they were heading back to the car, just having this feeling of wanting him close as they spoke about adventurous things. “I tried my hand at it once but my sealegs are almost as bad as my land legs. Give me a little rowboat and a fishing pole over something large anyday,” He said, feeling a lot more calm and settled these days. He could picture himself being like Alfalfa, singing a bad rendition of You Are So Beautiful, to Flotsam sitting pretty under a black parasol. He’d take that over the crashing waves of crabfishing.

Thomas already turned the blinker on before he saw where Flotsam was pointing. Where Flotsam wanted to go, that’s where they would go. No second thoughts, no questions about it. But he was pleased and definitely saw why it caught Flotsam’s attention as they pulled in. They ordered up some brews - lager, ale, and the award winning Weisse, fish of the day because the conversations had him wanting something fresh, something good. No regrets with pulling over here, no regrets with ordering what they did. Even picked up a t-shirt for Flotsam when he walked in to pick up the food, gifting it to him with a grin and a wink.

It might have been all gray skies but Thomas set them up so they were eating by the sea, a comforter set out and held down by stones so they could enjoy looking at the water as they ate. Wind wasn’t too bad neither. Didn’t send the food flying off everywhere which was good. Didn’t even have to take the babes out of their carseats, they were snoozing, seeing perfectly content in there.

He leaned his chin on Flotsam’s shoulder, a very light little flush when he heard Flotsam say that he was proud of him. It was words like that which meant the most, better than any physical compliment that could be given. He really loved the way that he felt when bestowed with those words from his husband - like he could do anything, take on the world. “Thanks, love,” He said, looking at the list.

“I was thinking we could take the passenger boat over to Skellig Michael,” Thomas said, his cheek naturally nuzzling into Flotsam’s from this position. He smirked, about to show off some of his nerdy knowledge about something other than Lord of the Rings for once. “Or maybe I should call it ... Ahch-To, birthplace of the Jedi.”

It was only a filming location of course but it looked like it had some terrific hikes. He could strap two of the pups onto himself and make it through alright, as long as he focused on his footing. It was a pretty exclusive tourist attraction, with it only being accessible on nice days, so Thomas had been keeping an eye on the local weather reports.

After a lovely evening with his husband, lovely. Lovely. Flotsam's mind started to realize a part of them was always Valerie and just like parts of Flo remained in Val, Val's manner of speech/thinking was still in Flo. He did. He had a god damn lovely evening with his husband before packing for Ireland. Now he remembered why he missed having a dick though. How lucky was he to experience his handsome husband every way possible?

He woke in a good mood. Even going back to bottle mode didn't feel as intense as it did the first time now that he'd gotten to switch back and forth. There was a safe feeling in knowing all he had to do was take off the necklace if Valerie really needed to. All Flo's little secret fears and true wishes were out of the bag so to say and Thomas and his wolf helped put Flo at ease there too. Halloweening was on the list of to dos. So Flo wasn't freaking out. Everything was going to be okay no matter where in the world they were. He still wanted to get away after all he'd learned of himself in the middle of what else had been stressing him. So he was back to escapism mode with the vacation wanting to get away, but really, it wasn't so heavy anymore. Thomas was still being the fix it guy for him and all it took was a conversation he never wanted to have.

The first thing Flotsam did was start to write a list of things he wanted to do before leaving Ireland. Order mattered not. He found the basics, as far as basics go for him. He isn't the sort to want to tour every damn castle in Ireland or anywhere else in Europe. But, Blarney Castle he'd go for.

"Babe. So fair warning. I'm taking the kids to carry out their first felony. We will accomplish a family heist at the Blarney Castle and steal plants from the Poison Garden. Goals. I have them."

Go to Blarney Castle

Kiss the Blarney stone

Steal plants from the Poison Garden

The Northern Lights

See The Rocky Horror Picture Show at the Grand Opera House in Belfast ((because it has to be fate that's playing while they're there))

The National Leprechaun Museum

Titanic Museum

Goals indeed. "Northern lights. Pretty sure there's somewhere in Ireland you can see them. I so wished you were there when I got to go to Alaska. I wished it the whole time we were staring at the sky. Not that I told anyone this back then because I was still in young crush me who refuses to tell anyone I like you in that wayish. But, we can see them in Ireland too. Even better. Your green world. Meant to be. Has to happen."

He was googling things on their way there, in parking lots, in lines, sitting around waiting for flights, all those boring moments he took his moment to play tourist. He spoke as they were on their way to the rental.

"Rocky Horror is playing at the Grand Opera House. Feels like an authentic Irish experience to me." He laughed having a hard time picturing Rocky Horror being done with Irish accents and couldn't help not smiling. "Leprechaun museum for cheesy pictures with the kids and Titanic Museum for morbid pictures of us having fun taking end of ship movie photos at what's essentially a memorial of dead people's things drudged up from bottom of the ocean, Captain. Gotta love capitalism." He said with his own cheesy grin.

He grinned over at him when he called him Captain remembering their date on the boat. He really liked that. "We should buy a boat. Also this is the last trip without Pippin. I'm getting her a damn plane for real. The one I would have ended up getting Chip. I halted on that because of his zombie-thing worried that maybe he shouldn't be flying around after all wings or not. But, Pip's still clear headed. If anything they can fly together and she can take over if he zombies out."

They were building an air strip out in Nola. It's all Feral now. They were probably never going back any how. Time to consider where to keep a private plane elsewhere.

When they finally pulled into the rental and Flotsam got to see where his escape was going to be he smiled. It felt like something Thomas would pick.

"Look at you giving us the real deal experience, Cap. This is so great. Perfect for all of us." He kept picturing him with the sea behind him. Something kept making his mind go back to that date. He remembered how Thomas looked with the blue waves of adventure behind him. But, he really did like the privacy there. With the triplets he liked their own space. He'd accept the maid service for the time being. Flo's one of those people who would rather do something himself than have people near him sometimes. So, it would be no wonder if he ever called them off or put a do not disturb on the property as a whole because fuck people. No maid outfit required for Thomas. It would probably weird Flo out if he did.

"Oh, you know what else I want to do at some point? Go to the rebel poet's pub. James Clarence Mangan. I don't know the name of it. But, I know it's in Ireland. I'll find it if I look it up. But, I heard he haunts a pub in Ireland. I'm going to find out if it's true." Leave it to Flotsam to want to go get autographs of dead celebrities, not live ones. "Maybe Leap Castle, but only because I know it's like one of the hauntedier ones and I would love to see the murder hole, but really. I don't need to see every castle in Ireland, ya feel me?"

Then right as he said ya feel me as he walking through the quaint style cottage of neutral colors he spotted the prize winner of the property. The ocean.

"Oh!"

It was ocean front property. Flotsam started to glow. He didn't need River's inner physical glow to see this beaming straight from the inside out. He stopped yick yacking and his whole face lit up.

"Oh my fucking a-hole. Look at that. Look what you did. We are sitting next to the ocean. Like... on purpose. We can just walk outside and it's... it's right there." He pointed out at it over top of the stroller he'd been pushing. "Right there." He jumped enough to where both feet came off the floor and knees rose waist high. His feet in those heavy kicks stamped back down. "Right there, Thomas. It's right there. Real ocean."

They didn't have to get into a car and drive there first, get the car and go home after, consider the light of day, or night, length of travel back for drying off, cleaning up, anything that beach brings on. It wasn't a lake shore. It wasn't a river's shore like on the old Mississippi. It wasn't a swamp. It was a real life ocean shore.

"Right. There." He kept pointing.

[somethingpositive4positivepeople]

SPFPP Episode 159: Sprinting to Catch Up on What I Missed

After ending a long-term relationship with her first sexual partner, like many others, wanted to explore and see for themselves what else is out there that they could've been missing out on. It was soon after as she put it, playing 'catch up', that she received her genital HSV diagnosis.

We discuss her behavior change after her new diagnosis in being more aware of a partner's apprehension toward her when it came to sex as well.

I want to start leaving people with questions to ask themselves going into these podcast episodes just to challenge your perspective. This episode, our guest shares that she was in fact more concerned with how men would view her due to her identity being so intertwined with receiving validation from sexual partners. Ask yourself if you were to share your positive status or disclose something publicly about yourself no one knew, what outcome would you hope for and why?

How do you deal with partners' apprehension whether verbal or nonverbal towards you when it comes to sex after you've disclosed?

[ushidoux]

All I Want For Christmas - Kuroo x Reader

Summary: You and VP!Kuroo go to a holiday party. (2.1k words)

Warnings: quite nsfw, fem!reader

A/N: After I deleted the post I lost the original ask lmfaooo, anyway I hope you see this anon <33. Smut is closer to the end, but it’s there I promise.

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When you’d finally agreed after numerous appeals of various types and intensities to date Kuroo seriously and most importantly to him, openly, you hadn’t considered something very crucial - being his steady partner would mean accompanying him to formal events.

Company events were one thing. At this point, everyone in your office was aware that there was something going on between you and the vice president, so the rumor mill had already had its fun with the two of you and the jokes and teasing comments had long gotten stale. Anything else they threw at you at happy hour you could handle expertly, especially with the help of a couple drinks.

It hadn’t occurred to you that as a company executive, Kuroo would be attending bigger events with fancier people, so when he asked you to be his plus one to a networking holiday party outside of the company, you hadn’t asked too many questions before agreeing. To your defense, you were still laying on top of him when he’d asked, your thoughts as pliable as you had been for him just a few moments earlier.

Scheming as usual. 

So now to your misfortune, you fidgeted uncomfortably while seated next to your boyfriend in a company car and for once, Kuroo wasn’t teasing you. Instead, he watched you carefully before placing a comforting hand on your left knee as you fought with the hem of your considerably short dress.

He gave you a sympathetic look before squeezing softly.

“It’ll be fine. Don’t be nervous.”

You frowned. How could you not be nervous? He was taking you to the Japanese Volleyball Association’s Semi-Annual Promotional Party, and all you could think of was every possible way you could embarrass him or embarrass yourself.

The fact that Kuroo actually seemed to feel bad for you only heightened your anxiety, but you tried to focus on his hand gripping yours tightly as you walked past media reporters stalking the outside of the building so that you didn’t lose him in the swathes of people who dealt either with big business, sports or both.

The venue was expansive and heavily yet tastefully decorated in red and white and green and so many lights, in keeping with a Christmas theme; it was enough to make your jaw drop just slightly in awe. However, there was little time to soak in the ambiance and music as Kuroo whisked you through the venue to speak to potential clients, the real purpose of this event.

Despite the fact that Kuroo kept you close, it was easy to feel small as people schmoozed amongst each other, and it was more than once or twice that you caught a few glances, some curious, others critical, in your direction. Again you wondered if your makeup was too light or too heavy, if your dress was tasteful or if the discomfort you were feeling could be read all over your face.

Kuroo on the other hand was in his element, working the room smoothly and effortlessly, and in that moment you realized how easily he blended in but still stood out, his laugh distinct and gestures casual and yet room-commanding. Soon you wondered why exactly he was interested in you when it was clear you didn’t exactly fit the glamorous scene around you. 

But it would only be a couple more hours, you could bear it.

You broke free from him while he was engaged with a client and found a table at which to stand and wait for time to pass. Sipping quietly on red wine, you focused on Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas is You, humming as you detached from the scene around you. You sent a couple of texts to friends, but as it often was at times like this, no one seemed to be available.

You let out a sigh of defeat, leaning forward to rest on your elbows, and that’s when you noticed in your peripheral vision that someone had appeared to stand right beside you.

You glanced over in surprise.

“Oh, Kenma?”

Kenma offered you a small smile and leaned in the same position beside you, typing out a couple messages on his phone before he addressed you properly. 

“Kuroo brought you along, I’m surprised,” he added, catlike brown eyes focused on you now.

While you’d interacted rarely with Kenma over the past months that you’d been dating Kuroo, you were acquainted enough with his much more introverted friend, often blunt but never really intentionally rude. But somehow this comment grated on your nerves, and you took a larger gulp of your wine.

You said nothing for the next few moments, and you could hear Kenma beside you again tip-tapping quietly on his cell phone.

“If it helps, I don’t want to be here either,” he finally added.

You looked back at him to raise an eyebrow and he offered a small smile before looking back at his phone. 

“I’m supposed to be networking for my company but I’m not very good at it, so he just gets the clients for me and calls me over to secure the deal,” he elaborated. When you peered over, you realized he was in the middle of a mobile game at the very moment.

Maybe he was more out of place than you were, and somehow that was reassuring.

“What game is that?” You asked, poking at your small plate of hors d’oeuvres. 

While he explained his game to you with muted excitement and you looked at his screen with interest, Kuroo glanced over to see you finally looking something other than stressed and smiled. He would wrap up quickly with business and then all his attention would be on you. 

Kenma, the good friend he was, was returning his kindnesses as usual.

… 

“May I have this dance?”

Minutes later, Kuroo had walked over to your table, smiling at you both and extending an arm out. You had considered how satisfied you would feel being a brat and saying no, you’d rather spend the rest of the evening talking to Kenma, but instead you acquiesced. 

He was only doing his job and you wanted to be supportive. That was part of what it meant to date seriously, wasn’t it? Being slightly out of your comfort zone for your partner’s sake?

Something like that.

Now that you swayed back and forth under a large chandelier, you could tell he was apologetic by the way his hand caressed the back of your head. Maybe you were a little too close for a cocktail party but it felt nice to feel his warmth and you weren’t fond of all these people anyway.

“You okay, kitten?”

You nodded.

“You’re usually so feisty at work so I didn’t think hard enough about you feeling uncomfortable with all these stuffy business people.”

To that you let out a soft laugh. “Okay but you rarely think.”

He smirked then kissed the top of your head. “Maybe I got too excited by the prospect of having the prettiest girl in the room on my arm.”

You slapped his chest playfully once before resting your head on his chest again. Two paces later, he rested his chin above your head.

“We can take it slower if you’d like. If you want to stay more private, I mean. You’ve been generous to me so far after all.”

Your pace slowed ever so slightly as you looked up at him confused. “What do you mean?”

“Christmas came early for me, since you’re here in my arms.”

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About an hour later, now that the two of you were back in the privacy of Kuroo’s penthouse apartment, he finally had the time to unwrap his present. He had been endlessly patient as you teased him through the agonizing ride home, your hands sneaking beneath his waistband and fondling his privates while hidden by the partition, but you were now in his domain.

Before the door slammed completely shut, you’d both gone from poised to savage - he drew your dress up over your shoulders by that oh-so-annoying hem and tossed it aside, and you’d just as quickly all but yanked his bowtie off as you removed it. 

“Careful, these clothes are expensive,” he teased, but he was as merciless with the way he tore off your panties and hoisted you up so that your legs wrapped around his waist.

“And?”

And his lips crashed to yours, and you tried hastily to undo the buttons of his shirt while accepting his tongue in your mouth.

Carrying you to his bed while making out was a coordinated feat for someone whose pants were undone and now precariously sinking to his ankles, but Kuroo was light on his feet. When he lowered you onto the bed, you could see the outline of his hard cock forming a tent through the clothing and you couldn’t help but stifle a laugh.

“Relax, you’re like a kid on Christmas morning,” you teased and he pouted, but you leaned forward and freed him, going the extra mile to take his cockhead in your mouth. 

He let out a soft moan, his hand immediately reaching for your hair, and you took more inches of him in your mouth, in your throat, as far as you could go. 

“Fuck, kitten, that feels so fucking good… you’re so good to me…”

Your mouth watered with saliva as you continued to suck, now on your knees on his plush mattress and he pressed your head against him, this time not in comfort but in search of pleasure, moving ever so slightly to see just how far he could go. 

“L-let me make you feel good, baby, you deserve it,” he said finally, pulling you off of him so that he could look into your eyes. “How about the gift that keeps on giving?”

You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Is this a suave way to tell me you have herpes?”

“69, ___!” 

“I was kidding!” You giggled at his frustrated expression, but once you were repositioned and his face was buried in the pussy he enjoyed so much, you were no longer laughing but quivering with something not short of intense pleasure. Mouth full of cock, it was hard to focus on moving up and down his shaft properly as Kuroo’s hands on your ass were kneading, then slapping, and he still somehow wasn’t relenting on the tongue swishing around your wet cunt.

“K-Kuroo… it’s a lot, I can’t.. do the same for you,”  you whined, saliva dripping from your lips as you .

“Don’t worry about it,” he murmured, muffled between your folds, eating like a man starved.

Your moans started to fill the air as he kissed and sucked faster, and when you started to convulse rapidly, unable to take the stimulation, you arched your back and in response he wrapped strong arms around your midsection to keep you flush against him.

“Kuroo!”

“Let me finish, kitten~” he whispered in a singsong voice, and if it weren’t for the fact that your body was starting to buzz in overstimulation, you would have yelled at him.

Once he’d grown bored with torturing your cunt with his mouth, he flipped you over onto your back, hovering over you with a greedy smirk.

“You’re so pretty when you’re pushed to your limit~” he sang with glee. 

Still quivering ever so slightly, you narrowed your eyes at him but they soon widened as his cock finally pushed its way inside you. Wincing ever so slightly, you found yourself scratching at his back, more intensely with every thrust inside you that sent waves of pleasure through you from your toes to your nose.

“Fuck, Kuroo, please.. Don’t stop.”

At this rate, you’d claw permanent lines into his skin.

When his hands tightened around the headboard for support, you could tell he was close to climax, and accordingly, his strokes grew deeper and his grunts grew louder and your own peak started to approach. His chin found a home in the crook of your neck as he growled - that was the sound that finally tipped you over - and he too finally released, filling you with warm jets of cum your walls clenched around greedily.

He remained still for a moment, waiting as his cock only slowly began to soften, whispering praises into your ear.

“You’re so, so good to me… you’re the best gift I could ever have.”

Your hands slowly shifted around him, moving to cup his face tenderly. 

“Wait till you see what I have in store for Christmas Day.”

[sassyfrassboss]

What if you’re a 16 year old virgin? - granted, i went to an all girld high school, but in all my years there, we only had 2 sexually active students and they popped their cherries when we were in the last year of sixth form ie 18yrs old. Mind you we had over active imaginations from reading Mills & Boon romantic novels espeviallh the coded sex passages therein, but we were somewhat reticent to cross that bridge. all changed at university where it was competition to have as much sex as possible.

LOL ah yes...some Harlequin Romance novels in HS for me. Probably what kept me from getting too serious with a boyfriend until my my sophomore year of college. Hard to compete with a fictional perfect man.

I grew up in a rather small town so I was probably one of 10 virgins to graduate High School. At one point there was a bet going around between the popular guys/jocks as to who could get me into bed. None of them won, although I did hear it got rather high. Should have gotten it over with and split the money...haha JUST KIDDING!

I remember my senior year of college the nursing college was doing STD/HIV testing for free as part of a study on STD's being spread on campus. I think 1500 people participated out of the 15,000 students on campus. Something like that...well anyways, it was something like 100 people came back positive for HIV. My friend was in the nursing program so she totally broke confidentiality. It was insane.

There were a few athletes that were known to have Herpes. They spread that far and wide. Freshmen girls who were virgins ended up getting Herpes after having sex for the first time. What a-holes.

I mean people suck. STD's do happen. So I get what Harry was trying to say in a manner of speaking, but on the other hand, if you are being responsible about sex, or are in a committed relationship, his advice means nothing.

Also, people I know who do casually date are pretty on top of getting checked for STD's and practicing safe sex.

That's what he should have been saying. Practice safe sex! That way you don't have to worry about contracting a terrible disease.

[callioope]

For what it’s worth, Cassian says to Jyn, “you’re not the only one who’s lost everything.” It’s an interpretation, to be sure, but I always sensed that he was including people close to him in this statement. That Cassian’s life is unfortunately filled with heavy loss. 

I think Cassian is a person who cares deeply for others, and clearly we see he’s capable of forming enough of a bond with people to convince them to go to Scarif. Many of them wouldn’t have joined that mission if someone else had asked them to go, right? Didn’t it make a difference that it was Cassian who had asked them? Hadn’t he recruited some of them? 

That’s kind of the thing about recruiters, though. He meets so many people, and many of them, he loses. Time after time. I think -- and of course we’re all talking headcanons here -- that Cassian had to have had close bonds with people, but the constant losses... in that situation, it’s likely that a person has to close themselves off to protect themselves. By the time he meets Jyn, that’s the person we see, but that doesn’t mean he was always like that. He cares so much, he intentionally distances himself, but he’s not cold. He does what he has to. And it is breaking him apart. 

I see his interactions with Jyn as a catalyst, but catalysts expedite change. I think it just expedited a trajectory Cassian was already heading towards. We see him grappling with his situation in his first scene, with Tivik. And at any rate, Cassian affects Jyn, too. I don’t want to say they “change” each other but they definitely both impact each other and that is the point. 

I’ve been intentionally vague about “relationships” so far to mean all varieties, but I do want to mention that personally I’m a fan when characters have relationships before they meet whoever I’m shipping them with. I think prior relationships can sometimes actually strengthen a ship. A past relationship fails for some reason (and hopefully not because someone died; see below), and when that happens, it can show how well the ship I support actually works. And that’s not to diminish the importance and meaning behind those past relationships. 

Every person I dated before I married my spouse -- those relationships failed for a reason and helped me to be a better partner and helped me to understand enough about myself to know the kind of person I liked most to be around, if that makes sense. And just because I did not end up marrying any of those people doesn’t mean I should never have dated them, that I did not deeply care for them at the time, and that I don’t still, to some extent, care for them. 

Take Jyn’s relationship with Hadder. Setting aside conflicting opinions of Rebel Rising, I actually really liked Hadder and her relationship with him. That relationship was important and meaningful to Jyn. But also, there was something fundamentally not right with it because Jyn was not capable of sharing her true self with Hadder, and she had justifiable reasons for not doing so. That wouldn’t have been sustainable. I don’t like that he died, and would have preferred they drifted apart, but I do like that she had him in her life.

I’d like Cassian to have a chance for that experience, too. I find it difficult to imagine he wouldn’t have. (I mean... not the part about dying, the part about being loved and supported.)

I guess the question for me though, is how did that/those relationship(s) go?

Some people have already mentioned they’re concerned over “casual” relationships. And I agree with that because I don’t see Cassian as some Bond-esque constantly taking a lover type of person. Those generally aren’t meaningful relationships and don’t feel right for Cassian.

I do tend to think, though, that Cassian’s commitment to the cause could cause conflict in a relationship. I see the cause as his main priority, and having any kind of “typical/standard” relationship might suffer in that situation. I can see him caring deeply about a person, but it doesn’t work out because they don’t understand him, or perhaps separation or duties just get in the way and they drift apart, or perhaps the other person is just as committed to the cause and they take comfort in each other’s presence when with each other, but the idea of “committing” to the “label” of a relationship is challenging for them. We sort of see this kind of tension with Hera and Kanan in Rebels. None of these circumstances mean that either party doesn’t care. It just means that war is war and can create obstacles in a relationship. “Not committing/not being able to commit” to a relationship is very different from “incapable of having connections.” 

The reason I’d rather see these relationships has little to do with Jyn; I just don’t want to see someone fridged. Admittedly that contradicts what I stated above because it’s highly likely that if Cassian lost someone ... they died. So like, if that does happen I suppose I won’t be surprised. But yeah, fridging sucks. There’s probably a careful way to write that story though so that the Significant Other’s death is less to hurt Cassian and something that makes more sense within that character’s own arc. But yeah, I worry about these things because SW doesn’t have the best track record with how it’s handled some character arcs.  

I also don’t want to see Cassian paired up with “the woman right next to him” just because “let’s add romance herp derp!” But that really comes down to I’m worried about the writing and not Cassian being in a relationship in and of itself.

Do I worry about the Andor series? Yeah, I’ve been disappointed by Star Wars franchises before. I’m going to be worried. And I just tend to be the type that worries. But the new SW media I have enjoyed most has all been the “television” content, so maybe things will be okay. I do think if Diego Luna gets much of a say, it’ll probably be good. 

[dzaeklou]

LGBT Vocabulary   (Spanish)

Since is its Pride Month and the Start of Pride celebrations around the world, I’m doing an LGBTQ+ vocabulary for those travelling to Spanish speaking countries for Sun, Sea and Sex. Full of terminology for sex, dating, celebrating and insults to listen out for. 

Identity

To be heterosexual / Ser Heterosexual to be straight / ser hetero To be homosexual / Ser homosexual to be gay / ser gay to be lesibain / ser lesbiana To be bisexual Ser bisexual to be bi / ser bi To be pansexual Ser Pansexual To be transexual/transgender Ser Transexual

Pride

Pride / El Orgullo Gay Pride / Orgullo Gay A Protest / Desfile Injustice / Injustica Equality / La Igualdad Homophobia / La Homofobia Homophone / El/La Homófodo/a Discrimination / La Discriminacíon

Sexual Health

Condom Condón Put a condom on / Ponte un condón Do you have a condom? / Tienes un condoón? I have a condom / Tengo un condón I dont have a condom / No tengo un condón Do you have? / Tienes

STD: Sexually Transmitted Disease

ETS: Enfermedad de Transmisión Sexual

Hepatitis / La hepatitis Herpes / El Herpes AIDS / El sida

Gay Men

Types

Bear Oso Bottom Pasivo Cub Cachorro Daddy Papi Geek  Nerd/ Friki Jock Deportista Otter Nutria Poz Positivo Drag Queen Un travestí or Una Reina Smooth Lampiño Top Activo Twink Twink/Jovencito

Insults

Fag / Marica Fag  / Maricón Queen / Un Mariposo

Sex

Discreet / Discreto Condom / Condón Dominant / Dominante Hook Up / Sexo Casual/Polvo NSA  / Sin Compromiso Kink Fetiche/Morbo Leather / Cuero Submissive / Sub Sumiso

Safe Sex / Sex Seguro Unprotected / Sex Sexo sin protección Rough Sex / Sexo a lo duro Kinky Sexy / Sexo morboso

To get sucked / Que me la mamen To suck cock / Mamar To fuck / Coger To be fucked / Que me cojan To do it ‘doggy’ / Hacerlo a cuatro patas

I want you / Te deseo I want to have sex with you / Quiero tener sexo contigo Lets fuck / Echemos un polvo i want you indside of me / Quiero que estés dentro de mi I want you to fuck me / Quiero que me cojas I want you to fuck me hard tonight / Quiero que me des duro hoy Put it inside me / Metémela

Did you cum inside? / Te corriste dentro?

Body Parts

Foreskin / El Prepucio Cock / La Verga Balls / Los Huevos Ass / El Culo

Orgasm.

To Cum - Correrse

Gay Women

Types

Butch / una macho

Bulldyke Una Marimache

Insults

Dyke Bollera, Tortillera

Sex.

Discreet Discreto Condom Condón Dominant Dominante Hook Up Sexo Casual/Polvo NSA  Sin Compromiso Kink Fetiche/Morbo Leather Cuero Submissive or Sub Sumiso

To eat pussy / Comer el/la chocho.a To get eaten out / Que me lo coman

Look at her nails, they’re too long, she’s definitely single

Mira las uñas de esa chica, son muy largas, definitivamente es soltera

Look at her nails, they’re nice and short Mira las uñas de esa chica, son lindas y cortas

Body Parts

Nipples / Los Pezones

Tits / Las Tetas

Pussy / La Chocha

Clit / El Clitoris

Dirty talk

I want you / Te deseo I want to have sex with you / Quiero tener sexo contigo Lets fuck / Echemos un polvo Touch my / Tócame Pinch my / Pellízcame Lick my / Lámeme Suck my / Chúpame

To Cum - Correrse

Trans-Issues

Gender Género Transgender Transgénero Genderqueer Intergénero Female to Male FTM Mujer a Hombre MAH Male to Female MTF Hombre a Mujer HAM Preferred Pronouns Pronombres Preferidos Gender Reassignment Reasignación De Sex Transition La transición

[chocolatemillkk]

CM I

Conor’s been a nuisance to me for as long as I could remember. It was stealing my bike when we were four, telling me santa didn’t exist as soon as he found out at six, blaming his shenanigans on me in school in all the classes we had together, and telling every guy I was interested in that I had herpes. The ones who knew Conor, dated me anyway, but Conor could have very well scared away the love of my life-I’d never know.

Ever since we graduated school and I went to college while he focussed on music, we’d seen each other less and the only bothering he did was tagging me in pointless memes. But every so often when I visited home and our gang met up, I would have to put up with him all over again.

“Come over here!” Jessie tugs me as soon as I get out of my uber. Our friends stand around the car parked in front of her house and they greet me while my face stays buried in Jessie’s shoulder

“Tell me it hasn’t been half a year since we saw each other,” Sam joins the hug and Mel says something about taking a picture of us. When they release me I grab Fran in a hug even though she hated them and notice Conor wasn’t around.

“Where’s Conor?” I ask.

“I thought you’d be glad not to see him,” Mel exchanges a glance with Fran but I don’t understand it.

“Just curious,” I say cautiously. “He’s never missed our mini-reunions.”

“He messaged the group, he’ll meet us at the club.” Jessie says. “Probably already attached himself to a girl there. Let’s go before he does anything stupid.”

“In that case, let’s take our time.” I say dryly with a hint of irritation and my friends just laugh.

We pile into the car and eventually find the street after driving in circles for fifteen minutes. “Could that little shite have picked anything more obscure?” Jessie sighs as she parks.

I hadn’t been to our last meet-up a few months ago due to exams and Conor had missed the meet before that so it’d been a little under a year since I saw Conor. The last time was on the weekend of my 20th birthday where he tried to shove a cupcake in my face. But there was a moment I can’t help but remember. As we were waiting for our separate ubers and he’d leaned into me drunkenly, saying something I’d never forget.

“I think I always loved you.”

“Y/N?” Mel snaps. I hadn’t realised the group was already to the door while I stood still on the sidewalk, remembering the way the words felt against my skin.

“Coming!” I hurry, my heels clacking again the pavement. I catch up to Mel and we walk in silence into the club.

“How’s work been?” I ask Mel, the silence becoming too much.

“Been keeping me busy,” she responds quickly. “I think they went that way.”

With that, she walks ahead of me to the bar where our friends are figuring out the drinks.

“Hey,” I pull Jessie aside after we order them. “Is it just me or is Mel acting weird?”

“Mel?” Jessie was the only person I felt comfortable asking since I knew she would always be objective. “She seems fine to me. Why?”

“I dunno,” I couldn’t put my finger on it. Mel was usually silly with me, teasing me that I was becoming a big nerd. But tonight she’d been serious, deliberately cut the conversation short as if she was mad at me. I would ask her if she was alright later, I decide.

“Ladies,” Sam approaches us, wrapping his arm around Jessie. They’d started dating the summer after graduation and it was no surprise to us. A relief actually, to see all the sexual tension built up between them for years disappear overnight. Quite literally.

“Let’s dance?” Jessie asks us but she’s mostly looking to Sam.

“I’ll just finish my drink first,” I smile-I didn’t feel like being a third wheel. Jessie makes me promise I would join in later and I watch them leave, now all alone. I spot Fran and Mel talking but it seems intense so I turn my back to the crowds and lean on the counter.

“Is it hot in here or is it just you?” I hear the familiar gravelly voice in my ear. My heart beats a little faster as my back straightens in anticipation of the stupid routine Conor and I had.

“You’re so full of shite you should probably find a toilet,” I say easily before turning to stare him straight in the eye. Except. He looked different.

I lose my smirk and my defence as I try to remember what I was going to say to him. He looks older; somehow in the last year he’d lost the boyish look and his features were sharpened by maturity...not that he had any....and with that thought, I remember who I was looking at.

“Still a complete arse, I see.” I look Conor up and down.

“A bigger snob than usual, I see.” Conor retorts but it lacks his usual snarkiness too. Almost as if seeing each other knocked us out of the ring we always fought in. I sip my drink as we find our footing still.

“How’s it going?” Conor asks.

“The usual-going to my snobby school and doing my snobby work.”

Conor chuckles. “Nice to know some things don’t change.”

I don’t answer that, thinking back to what he’d said that night. He was so drunk but apparently not drunk enough to forget because a few mornings after, as I was on the train back to school I’d received a text from him.

I was shitfaced the other night so whatever I said was just nonsense.

The text stung a little even though I never really considered being in love with Conor. His next text reminded me why I never considered it: It’s not like it could work out anyway. You’re too freaky.

Thanks, I’d sent back with an eye-roll emoji. And that had been that.

But it hadn’t been just that. The more I thought about it, the more I realised that deep down I enjoyed the banter. It had become familiar, more reliable than a lot of other things in my life. I’d never miss the juvenile pranks he played on me but our banter was our own little language. And it made me realise other things too, like how it might feel to not have that...like it would make a bigger hole in my heart than I initially thought.

“Have you been working out?” Conor asks beside me and I only barely make out the question over the noise.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” I roll my eyes but secretly flattered that he’d noticed.

“No I’m being serious!” Conor says. “You look good!”

I turn my body to him and raise an eyebrow, assessing if he was going to tease me but he seemed genuine. “I’ve been rock climbing recently, and training for a marathon.”

Conor whistles. Well he looked like he was whistling but I don’t hear anything.

“You don’t look bad yourself,” I comment without letting on that I thought he looked really good. Like really really really really good.

“I’ve been making some changes,” he says casually. When I raise an eyebrow he continues, “I cut back on the alcohol but that’s cuz my label said I need to clean up my image and stop partying so much.” He laughs but it has an edge. “And I try to go to the gym but it’s...”

“A losing battle?” I laugh. “Remember that one summer we all made a pact to work on our ‘summer bodies’ but you went for a week and missed your alarm every week after that.”

“To be honest,” he says. “I never set an alarm after the first week.”

My mouth drops, “You piece of shite! You had us all convinced you were struggling!”

Conor laughs with his whole body and my breath catches with the way the room narrows down just to him. Coming out tonight was not good for my heart-I was only falling

“I can’t piss you off now that you’ve been working out-you could probably beat my arse.”

“Who said I couldn’t do it before I worked out?” I tease as I flex my arm. Conor’s eyes widen and he touches the muscle I’d proudly built over the last few months. His touch sends a zap to my nerves and I drop my arm back to its side.

“That’s like-proper muscle.”

“Yeah!” I’d lost the humour as my heart continued to race. It was just Conor. Just Conor.

“What are you two gossiping about?” Meg and Fran appear and she shouts to be heard. I balk-for a few minutes we were actually getting on.

“Was the world ending or were you two laughing with each other.” Fran reads my thoughts and I blush and glance at Conor who’s glancing at me too.

“I was just getting her comfortable for the trouble I have in store later,” Conor says without the usual sauciness. The girls seem to pick up on it because they glance at one another again. God, that was getting annoying.

“I think Conor’s finally growing a brain in that skull of his,” I joke.

“Is that where my brain’s supposed to be?” Conor bounces off my joke and my laugh’s cut short when I realise Meg is staring at us as if we’d grown another head.

“So Conor,” Meg says after we sip our drinks in silence. “It’s been a while since I saw your face. You haven’t sent me any vocal clips anymore of your music.”

“I’ve been working on lyrics actually...” I tune the conversation out, Meg’s comment making me uncomfortable. I don’t remember Meg being anything but snarky towards Conor yet he was sharing his music with her. And not me. Actually he’d never even talked about his music with me, I have to remind myself. Why was I getting jealous over a stupid comment?

“So Fran-you’re even more quiet tonight than usual.” I say.

“I had a long shift this morning.” She groans. “Kids can be brutal.”

“Aw,” I grab her arm. “Then your next drink’s on me!”

“I have a weird question,” Fran says once we get the drinks. She was never one for beating about the bush.

“Shoot,” I say.

“Do you have a thing for Conor?”

My drink nearly comes out of my nose as I choke. Fran hands me napkins as she pats my back and I begin laughing.

“Why would you think that?” I ask, paranoid that my small-big crush was obvious.

“You two are always going off on one another,” she shrugs. “Maybe that’s your way of flirting?”

“Oh my god,” I laugh. “When I flirt, I’m a lot less aggressive! At least I hope so.”

“So the little piece you were doing just now with him?” She raises an eyebrow.

“Uh-wh-no?” I stutter. Fran and I stare at each other before bursting into laughter.

“You are so bad at lying.” Fran shouts.

“Lying about what?” Jessie shows up with Sam trailing behind her.

“Hey! Weren’t you two dancing?” I ask, hoping to distract from the question.

“Yeah! You never showed!” Jessie says. “And I want a drink. Non-alcoholic don't worry.”

“I’ll give you the seat,” Fran slides off and says she was going.

“Not a word!” I shout out to her and she makes an X over her heart.

•••

“Shotgun!” I shout into the dark as our eyes adjust from the flashing lights to the night sky.

“Aw no!” Sam complains. “You know my legs don’t stretch in the back!”

“Should have thought of that before! Shotgun rules says it’s my seat.” I say, a little tipsy but mostly just happy having all my friends together again.

“I call a window!” Sam frowns.

“Where does Conor sit?” Meg asks. “There’s not enough seats.”

“I’ll sit in Y/N’s lap,” Conor wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me to him so I stumble in my heels.

“Get off!” I shove him away, the scrunchie in my hair sliding off. “Ugh.”

“You cut your hair?” Jessie asks as we get in.

“Yeah! Just last week. So many dead ends...” We continue the small talk as the gang piles in the back, Meg agreeing to sit on the floor as she was the smallest. I connect the car with bluetooth and put on a throwback playlist as we reminisce about the old times. Meg falls asleep and we all laugh, the boys taking snaps of her to make fun of. Just as I feel relaxed, the music goes fuzzy and a familiar voice sings through the speakers.

“Isn’t that-“

“Conor!” I twist in my seat and aim to hit his knee but I get Fran instead and while I apologize Conor begins singing out loud which earns groans from everyone.

“Stop hijacking the Bluetooth!” I say and turn my music back on but Conor puts his on again and I feel my frustration rise so I turn it off but Conor just finds a way to play his music again. I cross my arms and sigh, deciding to just ignore it while Jessie starts to hum to the music. Fran and Sam are having a discussion and I feel Conor playing with my hair from the back.

“Stop that!” I twist to see him again and he’s grinning. “Ugh, I hate you.”

“Only because you’re afraid of how much you’d love me,” Conor teases but the words hit too close to home so I flip him off again and turn back in my seat.

Fran and Sam get off first as they lived a few houses down from the other. Next, we drop Meg who took a few shakes and shouts to wake up. Conor says to drop him off at his brother’s and we do so but before he goes in he leans his elbows on my open window.

“You’re gonna get run over,” I say as a car whizzes by behind him.

“So are we doing anything later? This week or something?” Conor ignores my comment.

“Ah I don’t know.” Jessie says. “We can all hang out after work but Y/N’s home for the whole week before she disappears on us again.”

Conor doesn’t even look back at Jessie when he asks me, “Great, maybe I can show you some of my music then.”

I blush, thinking he’d noticed my earlier bitterness about Meg’s comment but his face is casual. “Sounds cool,” I nod and when he’s out of sight Jessie squeals.

“You two are so into each other.”

[realfreeblog]

So You Think You Know All About Online Dating?

Today Online Dating is more popular than ever. But do you really know all the different variations out there? Here's a fun A- Z guide that reflects modern trends in 2013. There are the many different forms of 'Dating' on the web. How many do you recognise?

A - App - Usually mobile-based on Android or i-phone. App stands for application and this form uses G.P.S technology to facilitate match-making between singles.

B - B.B.W - Stands for Big Beautiful Woman and refers to men who wish to date them and the women who amply fulfill the desired category.

C - Christian - Wide-ranging free dating niche covering all Christian religions.

D - Dominatrix - Extreme adult theme-based dating which involves erotic encounters between singles that are interested in B.D.S.M. (Bondage etc.,) Popular with some politicians.

E stands for E-Dating, another term that generally defines online dating. Yet, it could also include social networks or apps rather than orthodox online dating.

F - Friends-with-Benefits - refers to people who wish to date friends of the opposite sex with the occasional erotic encounter. Remember the movie?

G -Gay - Self- explanatory term for dating with Transgender/ transsexual niche included.

H - Herpes - Yes, it does exist and is very common. Crikey. Refers to people who have recovered and wish to date a partner who has gone through a similar experience.

I - In-Person - refers to real life face-to-face encounters between single people after an agreement has been made to meet after or during online dating communication.Yes, like the good old way! ( n.b safety considerations are a major issue so be careful. )

J - Jewish - Dating between singles of the Jewish faith. Shalom.

K - Kinky - An adult-based theme for single people who may have a sexual fetish or have sexual tastes beyond the norm. Get out those boots.

L - Location-based - using G.P.S technology (Global Positioning System) this dating allows singles to base their dating encounters on the location of their prospective partners and 'hook-up'.

M - Mature - refers to a dating niche for singles over forty and is similar to Senior Dating.

N - N.S.A - stands for No-Strings-Attached - and is similar to Friends with Benefits. This type of dating refers to casual sexual encounters that may or may not lead to a continuing arrangement between consenting couples but not necessarily lead to friendships or a long term relationship.

O - Online Dating that uses modern technology to facilitate meetings between people who may or may not be single. App based or website based.

P - Plenty of Fish - dating site referred to as p.o.f.

Q - Quiz - A dating idea based online that mixes Speed Dating with a pub quiz style format. Put your mobiles away please.

R - Religious - A dating niche that attempts to bring singles together of a shared faith.

S - Speed - Like Quiz Dating this is event based but mainly arranged online these days. The idea has been around long before online dating took off in a big way.

T - Tinder - an ios dating app that allows individuals within a 50 mile radius to meet up via Facebook networks.

U - Uniform - a very popular niche driven form of dating where professional people who wear uniforms for a living - like firemen or sexy traffic wardens - who then arrange to meet each other for a hot date.

V - Virtual - combines online dating with online gaming. Involves the use of Avatars for people to interact in a virtual venue such as a virtual café. Take the blue pill.

W - White Label Dating- Dating platform for many online dating sites. Its success depends on partnerships with mainly branded sites.

X - XXX Dating - Adult dating of a more extreme nature. Not for the fainthearted. 

[ao3feed--reylo]

What Comes After

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2x8Pwc8

by infinitegalaxies

Rey and Kylo are living their Happily Ever After and have comfortably settled into the peaceful monotony of marriage and parenting their two kids. The excitement has waned and Rey is feeling nostalgic for the early days of their passionate love affair. Their life is happy, but not the sexy thrill ride it once was.

One day, while the kids are with their grandparents, Rey takes matters into her own hands. However, she’s neglected to turn off the baby monitor, unwittingly putting on a show for Kylo as he watches from the other room.

Happily ever after is just the beginning...

Words: 808, Chapters: 1/11, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: kylo - Character, Poe, Finn, Rose, Jannah, Reylo - Character, Hux, Bohdi, Joonas

Relationships: Kylo Ren/Rey, Poe Dameron/Rey, Finn/Rose Tico, Zorii Bliss/Jannah

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Episode 81: Casual Disclosure

There’s a range of emotions that come with dating. While it starts often with physical attraction, it’s common to decide to look at the more important things once the person has you by the eyes. From there, you choose to have a written exchange if you’re on a dating site like Dating Positives, or a verbal exchange if you’re in a social setting. From there you’re deciding whether or not this person is compatible with you. What’s amazing about this process is that you are naturally empowered as the chooser. “Are they a fit for me?” is the question we’re answering during the exchange with the potential partner. By the end of the exchange, we know if we want another one or if there’s no need for doing it again. If not, we move on and repeat this process with the next potential partner.

And then there’s those of us who can’t relate to the luxury of being able to decide based on appearance if someone is a fit for us. Physical attraction, conversation, lifestyle, etc. tends to carry a much lighter load when you seek partners based on whether or not you’re a fit for them. I struggled with this after my positive herpes diagnosis for years. I began to look at prospective partners based on how they viewed me. Am I a right fit for you? What can I do to be a better fit? And then there was always the lingering covert expectation of “if I’m everything else they need in a partner, then they won’t mind that I have herpes”. Where did these thoughts come from between the time I likely contracted herpes and when I actually found out I had herpes? Nothing changed except for the fact that I was now aware of something that just lived in my body. I let its coming out of hiding completely change the way I did dating and relationships.

I found someone who was able to elaborate almost parallel to my experience around this time and decided to have a conversation with her on the Something Positive for Positive People Podcast where I interviewed her about dating with herpes. Our guest for this episode talks about making dating decisions from this space of being chosen rather than being the chooser and just how it can mess with your head to have to potentially deal with that rejection, especially in a casual dating environment. Living in Bali, she shares the experiences she’s had disclosing her positive status to partners and the various responses she’s gotten from partners still not wanting to use condoms, changing their mind from accepting her status to not accepting it, the importance of disclosing to casual partners or not disclosing, and then of course being flat out rejected.

Check out this episode to hear about Adrienne’s experience casual dating and disclosing and not disclosing to partners in this casual atmosphere. What we learned from these experiences and what her audience on Instagram surprisingly thinks about whether or not to disclose to casual sexual partners.

About the guest:

Adrienne Rommel, is a Certified Nutritional Practitioner, Yoga Teacher and Mindfulness Coach from Toronto, Canada has a passion for women’s sexual health and wellness. As a 37-year young woman, she’s struggled with her own Yoni and sexual health issues since she was a teenager. For her, it was the lack of sexual education and increased antibiotic use as a child, long-term birth control pill use, lack of STI awareness, bad diet, high stress lifestyle and unresolved emotional trauma that contributed to her own personal sexual health issues. Having struggled with her own sexual health for half her life, she’s lived with HSV-2 genitally for 16 years and is prone to yeast infections, but has healed herself through diet and natural holistic wellness and healing practices. Experiencing it first-hand and having the knowledge as a Certified Holistic Nutritionist, she helps women who are struggling with their own personal Yoni and sexual health issues, heal their bodies and Yoni’s from the inside out, just like she healed her own. She is also a new member of the Herpes Activist Network Dismantling Stigma, HANDS! Adrienne can be connected with on: Instagram, Facebook, Youtube @YoniNutritionist and her website is www.yoninutritionist.com

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ask and u shall recieve lmao

“He’s so cute!” Alice giggled as she watched a cartoon.

Out of nowhere, she heard loud frantic footsteps from the ceiling. With wide eyes, she watched her two uncles scramble down the stairs and then towards her in panic.

When they saw her looking, they attempted to act natural.

“Hey, sweetie!” Markus smiled casually.  “What are you watching?”

She narrowed her eyes. “A cartoon.”

“That sounds awful. Let’s watch another thing!” Before Alice knew it, Connor had the remote in his hands and was flicking through the channels.

She attempted to pry it off his fingers. “Hey, give that back!” 

“Oh, look! The news! Very interesting.” Connor watched it intently as he rubbed his chin in faux contemplation.

“That’s so boring, Uncle Connor!” She whined.

Markus patted her head. “News isn’t always boring, sweetie. Look what they’re talking about-” they both glanced at the television. “-three murders and... Connor turn that off.”

“But I solved this case-”

“Now, please.”

It was Connor who whined this time. “Fine.”

“I was watching my favourite show, guys.” Alice pouted.

Markus raised a suspicious eyebrow. “Really? Then who was so cute?”

“Tom,” she mumbled with a small smile, “he’s from my favourite cartoon Star vs. the Forces of Evil! It’s an old show.”

“He won’t treat you right.” Connor muttered in the background.

“Excuse me?” She narrowed her eyes. “I’ll have you know-”

“Take it easy,” Markus sat down beside both of them, “Uncle Connor is just worried about you. You’re growing up!”

“I’m thirteen now,” she stated proudly, “I’m not a little girl anymore.”

“Like hell you aren’t-”

“What he means to say is you’re going to be really interested in boys and... well, teenage boys are trash. Don’t go near them. Ever. Heard of herpes? Yeah, they’ve got that.”

“But I-”

“The only butt you’ll be seeing is the holy behind of sweet baby Jesus, amen.”

They both turned to look at Connor incredulously. What the fuck. He pretended he was preoccupied with his coin.

“What I was trying to say is that maybe I’ll find a boyfriend one day. I dunno. Stuff like that just happens.”

“Well,” Connor said casually, “I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen. Every puny little boy is scared of a gun. I wonder how loud they’ll scream for their mothers?”

“Uncle Markus, please stop Uncle Connor from scaring off cute boys!” She scrunched up her nose in distaste. “I’ll be left with the creeps who might actually like guns and I am not prepared for that.”

“Sweetie, no boys are going near you. Period.”

“That’s not fair! Both of you are boys! So don’t come near me!”

“Checkmate,” Connor mumbled to himself.

Markus rolled his eyes. “It’s not like that. We just need to protect you.”

“From what?”

“Ugly people.”

“Connor, no-”

“Well? Do you want her to date a someone who will never be good enough?”

“Yeah, Uncle Markus! I only go for the cute and smart ones!”

“Bold of you to assume there are any cute and smart ones.”

“I thought you were on my side, Uncle Connor.”

“Look, sweetie, let’s make a deal.”

“...okay?”

“No boyfriend until you’re married.”

“I hate you.”

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Let’s start in the middle: my first disclosure.

It’s 1:30 AM. I’m supposed to be waking up in 4.5 hours for work, for the penultimate day of a job I’ve had for over three years.

Somehow this seems like the perfect time to write my first blog post.

It’s been a hell of a week. Fuck, it’s been a hell of a three months. Within the last three months, I left my partner of 9 years (and the man I thought I was going to marry), secured a new job, started dating again, and caught genital herpes. 

That last part is an exciting new development. Part of the problem with my ex was that he never made me feel attractive or desired, and it was thrilling to enter a world of dating where it felt like I was surrounded by men who wanted me. I loved seeing the desire in their eyes when they leaned in for the kiss. In my whole life, I’d never felt that way before.

And then, boom, herpes.

There’s a dark humor in this. I enter the dating scene, eyes wide like a kid in a candy store, enticed by all the possibilities at my fingertips, and immediately get herpes. And not even the HSV-1 that everyone has, but the naughty genital kind. Fabulous.

My diagnosis was a week ago. The story of my diagnosis and the week that followed is a story for another blog post, but let me sum it up by saying that it’s been the most tumultuous week of my life. No exaggeration. Being out of the dating scene for 9 years, I’ve been uneducated and inexperienced with herpes, and to me the word “herpes” was nearly equivocal to “HIV.” I had no idea what herpes actually was, but I knew that the social stigma was overwhelming, and I was certain that my diagnosis was a death blow to my love life. I’d spent my whole life looking forward to marriage and kids, and now I could kiss that good-bye. I couldn’t imagine why anybody would ever want to touch me again. Why take that risk?

Flash forward to a week (and many, many hours of research) later. I realize that herpes, as a disease, is actually just a skin condition and super manageable. I confide in a few close friends, who clue me in on the years of dating that I’ve missed out on - apparently by the time you reach your 30s, it’s common to have multiple encounters with the herp. It’s actually not a big deal. And as my friends pointed out, I’ll probably be surprised by the number of men who will shrug their shoulders at my diagnosis and still want to sleep with me. A week ago, that concept was unfathomable. A week ago, my body felt diseased and disgusting. And now here I am, feeling...normal again.

All of this is a preamble to the story I want to tell right now: my first disclosure. I’m currently dating two men. Let’s call them Amir and Dov. They’re both immigrants from the same part of the world. It might actually be a stretch to say I’m ‘dating’ Dov, since we’ve only known each other for a week and been on two dates, but it’s going well so far, and I really like him, so I’m going to give myself that latitude.

As for Amir - we’ve been seeing each other for a month and a half. I’m fairly certain I’m the only person he’s dating, and he checks in by text almost every morning with a brief “Good Morning!” or “Happy Friday!”, but the conversations don’t often go much further than that, and we’ve only actually had five dates. Just two of those dates included sex (which was unprotected--I know, I know). In a way, it still feels very casual. Which has been fine for me. He’s tall, dark and handsome, and the sex is good, we share common interests, and our in-person conversations are easy and pleasant. 

Amir hasn’t been to my place yet, and we arranged a date for him to come visit this Friday. I’d cook dinner, we’d hang out, have sex, and then he’d spend the night and we’d have Saturday together. This date has been a looming deadline in the wake of my diagnosis. I knew I needed to disclose to him before he came over, and although it terrified me I still desperately wanted to do it in person. We made tentative plans to meet up this week twice, and both times they fell through. And so today I decided to do it by phone.

I texted him around 4pm, “Can I give you a call, I want to check in with you about something!”

“Sure!” he replied. “You know what, I’m on my way from work. I’ll call you as soon as I get home.”

I had no idea how long it took him to get home from work, but just to be safe, I immediately went to my liquor cabinet and had two shots of the first bottle I could grab--tequila. It took him an hour to finally call me, during which I tried to distract/calm myself by focusing on a work project. And also more tequila shots. I had just enough booze to chase away the butterflies in my stomach, without actually feeling drunk.

Finally, he calls. The nerves I had so diligently tampered with tequila suddenly spring back up. I let it ring twice, take a breath, then answer.

“Hey, you! How’s it going?” 

I almost sound normal. Amazing.

We chit-chat a bit about our respective days, and after a few minutes he quiets down, clearly waiting for me to get on with whatever I have to say. I take another breath.

“So I wanted to share something with you. I took an STD test and I tested positive for herpes type 2. This was a surprise to me, since I haven’t had any outbreaks at all. Do you know anything about it?”

And it turns out, he did. He actually has HSV-1 and occasional cold sores, and he’s well aware of how commonplace herpes is. I ask how much he knows about type 2 specifically, and he says not much. I tell him 1 in 4 women carry it, and he doesn’t sound surprised. He does admit that he’s a little worried about having caught it from me, and that he plans to call his doctor tomorrow, but if it turns out that he has it now, “it’s not the end of the world.” All in all, he seems pretty chill about it. I tell him that it’s extremely possible he hasn’t caught it, since I haven’t had symptoms and the risk of transmission is already low. I also tell him that I’ve started suppressive medication, and we can use condoms moving forward. He says that that sounds like a good idea.

I can hear in his voice that he seems pretty calm, but obviously slightly concerned. 

“I wanted to tell you this in advance of our date, to make sure you’re comfortable with everything,” I tell him.

“I appreciate that,” he says.

There’s a part of me that wants to say, “If you want to cancel on Friday, then I’d totally understand” or “Are you sure you still want to do Friday?” Is that a people-pleasing thing? A need for reassurance? I’m not sure. But wherever it comes from, I tamp those impulses back into place, because giving him too easy of an out sends the wrong message. And so I start to talk about Friday. He likes pudding, right? I can make that for dessert. We talk about our plans for Saturday, and things we can possibly do with our time together, and end the call with a “see you soon.”

The whole phone call lasted 20 minutes. I hang up, feeling kind of like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. I’ve read too many stories on Reddit about disclosures that go well, only for the partner to back out later. I hold the phone in my hand and think, “Well, he might still cancel on me tomorrow, once he’s had time to think about it and freak out.”

But then I call my friends and tell them about the call, and they say, “Chill out. From what you said, the conversation actually went great. The likelihood that he’ll cancel, based on what you said, seems very, very low.” 

And at last, I breathe a sigh of relief.

And then I eat A LOT of chocolate.

That was it. My first disclosure. And it was calm, and mature, and we had a conversation, and it went well. He still wants to see me on Friday. I’m not untouchable. 

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cold in these bones of a man & a child

ft. luke summary. after running into the classmate she tutors, esme begins to suspect that there’s more to his situation than she assumed after seeing unmistakable signs. date. flashback to the summer before the current school year location. the dot, esme’s house tw. abuse

Luke The summer had just barely started and already Luke was in over his head, not that it was too different from a normal day for him at the Baker household, but hockey was just barely getting scared - practices staying a bit scarce at the beginning of the summer. But he hadn’t told his family, and when he’d missed family dinner it hadn’t gone over to well. It was a shock to himself that he was able to get out of the house that night after the beating he’d received once his mother and Becky had gone to sleep. It was what had led Luke to the dot in the late hours of the night, not knowing where else to go. It wasn’t his first time ending up there, but it was vaguely new for him. Sitting on one of the stool his sweatshirt was hanging loose from his body, as he could already feel the bruises forming along his ribcage, and under his left eye. He’d wiped his face the best he could though bits of dried blood still clung along his bottom lip and around his nose. The hood of his sweatshirt pulled around his head as he was trying to hide his face from anyone that might know him. Just happy to be left his silence he’d thanked Eli after he’d handed the coffee over to him, sitting down in front of him as he was pondering where he would go tonight.

Esme Debating with herself, Esme checked he phone one last time, figuring she wouldn't be terribly rude in just getting a drink so near to closing time. The hours in the day had slipped away from her, and even so late in the evening, the night was young in her eyes, figuring a caffeine break wouldn't hurt. It wasn't as if she couldn't sleep in if it kept her up all night. Slipping past the door, she beelined to the counter, greeting Eli before placing the order for her obnoxiously handcrafted iced latte - soy milk, light hazelnut syrup, but no classic and no whip, moving to the side of the counter to await its arrival. She felt a little better about her last minute trip as she noticed the body beside her, glancing over again to get a better look. She almost hadn't recognized Luke as he hunched over her own drink, looking worse for wear. "What the hell happened to you?" She gaped, forgetting decorum in the public space. 

 Luke Picking up his coffee he was hoping it would at least warm his body up, though the second it had touched his lips it burned, something he could only thank the cut on his lip for. Reluctantly he’d sat his glass back down, not bothering to look around, that was until he heard a familiar voice beside him. Just barely turning to face her, he’d kept his gaze low not wanting to meet with her eyes. “hockey.” The male muttered as he was hoping that she’d believe the lie. “Pretty vicious sport.”

Esme The sight was bad enough from what she could take in simply from his silhouette, but once Luke had opened himself to speak, she got the full effect, her face showing the confusion at what she was faced with. "Clearly..." she accepted, eyes dancing over each new injury. "Was the coach not watching? Shouldn't he have like, called a time out or something? You look - " she paused, not needing to add insult to injury. "I'm sure you know how you look." As the cup was sliding her way, Esme distractedly thanked Eli, ignoring the order for a moment as she invited herself sit in the next chair, still gawking. "Are you aware that you're still bleeding?"

Luke “It’s all part of the game, builds character.” Which was true, though fights at practice hadn’t ever really amounted to anything, and the ‘build character’ was just something that his father would tell him in-between hits. Though it was true, and this had built Luke’s character a lot, not in the best ways — though it had also taught him something about how he would never be. At the last question, Luke had brought his hand to his mouth, dabbing it on the back of his hand to see that she was right. “sorry..” He’d muttered, before he was reaching for a napkin. Truth be told he hadn’t really noticed that he was still bleeding, but assumed it was the drink that broke it back open. “Should stop soon.”

Esme "Right, break a bone and you'll be halfway to a Nobel peace prize," she mocked, never liking the anecdote he offered. She knew it was his hobby, and she wasn't going to try to downplay it, but anything that left him that battered didn't seem a worthwhile time in her book. "You're apologizing for bleeding..?" She clarified, growing more perplexed with each moment. "You're awfully casual about drinking your own blood," she frowned, nodding to the marked mug in front of him, more evidence of the wound around the rim. "You should probably clean it, or put something on it, if it gets infected everyone is going to think you have herpes."

Luke ���Apologizing for making you see it.” Luke had quickly answered as he had felt bad for running into someone that he knew, not wanting to her to have to see him like this and he knew it didn’t look good. “I will, just waiting to hear back from Dallas.” Pulling out his phone it was no shock that the other hadn’t texted him back yet as he assumed he was busy with the kid, but Luke also hadn’t planned on going home at all tonight. sitting his phone down on the counter his hand had picked up a few more napkins, wiping at the rim of his glass not wanting anyone else to see it, and definitely not wanting to force Eli to have to deal with it once he left.

Esme "I've seen blood before," she dismissed, seeing no qualm. His answer was odd, Esme finding no correlation between the blood and the teammate, far too oblivious to the situation as a whole. "You're man enough to get your ass handed to you on the ice but you need your boyfriend to play nurse for you?" Her words were fully in jest, still willing to believe his marks were solely from the sport.

Luke “I can clean myself up, need him to leave his door unlocked and couch unattended.” His answer was quick, probably too quick for his own good as his tone had taken a dark turn before he was realizing that Esme wasn’t the person that he had a problem with, and he needed to correct himself. “I just — “ shaking his head he was thinking about his words as his tone was returning to normal. “I just need to crash on his couch tonight, can’t go home is all.” Can’t, don’t want to, physically cannot force himself to go back home tonight? The girl was smart, though he was hoping that she wouldn’t read between the lies.

Esme Taken aback for the first few seconds, it dawned on Esme that she may have crossed a line. Truthfully, she didn't know Luke well enough to be making such touchy jokes, especially when she had no idea what she was treading on, so she accepted the small snap. "Do your parents not like hockey..?" She assumed too innocently, still not smart enough to leave well enough alone. "They're closing soon, what if he doesn't answer?"

Luke At the next question Luke had shaken his head, just happy that was what she’d asked rather than something else, as it could have went an entirely different way. “Forgot to tell them about it tonight.” Which actually was the truth, and he had applauded himself in his head for getting one true statement out finally. “Then I’ll walk around until he does, or I’ll crash on a bench or something. It’s nice out, and I don’t think anyone will mess with me, looking like this.”

Esme "Does Jesus not approve of contact sports?" A mildly facetious question, she honestly didn't know if athleticism was involved in the scripture, and she wouldn't have been too shocked if that were the issue. "That's... weird, and incredibly transient of you," she thought out loud, though the words weren't exactly polite. Debating the offer for a quick few seconds, she knew she wasn't opposed to be in his company, at this point should have been the case, for sure. "I live a couple of streets away, if you don't feel like waiting. I was just going to do some online shopping, but you can help me decide on prints," she smirked, realizing how ridiculous the offer was. "Or study, get a three month head start on the year."

Luke He’d choose to ignore the first question, not wanting to bother with getting into whatever can of worms that really brought up, and right now he just hadn’t felt like debating different passages. Her offer wasn’t something that Luke had expected though he would have also been a fool to turn her down. “Yeah, alright — just until I hear from Dallas.” The male nodded as he was moving to reach for his wallet, pulling out some money to pay for the both of their drinks, as well as a tip as he was handing it over to Eli, apologizing then for the dried blood on the coffee cup. Standing up was a bit of a struggle as he knew that walking wasn’t going to be fun, but something that he could suffer through. “Three month head start, sounds awful — but I might be able to help you pick out prints.” Whatever the hell that actually meant.

Esme Her hands moved to her shoulders, held out in defense at his condition. He didn't need to accept her offer, though she was oddly relieved he did, so she wouldn't press her luck in asking him to stay any longer than he wanted. She hadn't realized what all the money was for until the bill was cashed out, her eyebrows pulling together slightly. "Thank you? You didn't have to do-" she trailed, observing his hardship. Unsure of where else his troubles lied, she offered no assistance, worried she'd only make things worse. "Okay," she accepted simply, following to the door. Kicking herself for arriving on foot, she was at least relieved that the walk was short, the two teens arriving at her doorstep just minutes later. Letting them into the house, she noted the light in the kitchen, her father standing at the counter in plain view. Not wanting a charade, and already knowing he was thinking the worst, Esme instinctively reached back to Luke's wrist, pulling him quickly down the hall, up the stairs, and into the safety of her room.

Luke Luke hadn’t thought twice about paying for her coffee, if she was going to take him home in his state then it was really the least that he could do. He’d offered a simple shrug, small as he was trying not to move too much as he was following her to the door. He hadn’t been the fastest walker, though eventually they’d reached her front door and Luke hadn’t thought that it took too long as they were getting inside. Noting the other male in the house he hadn’t planned on speaking at all, though when she was grabbing his wrist he had to bite down on his lower lip to keep from making a noise, the all too familiar taste of blood returning to his mouth as his arm was being pulled to follow her. He’d managed to get up the stairs and into her room before he was pulling his own arm back, the sleeve of his hoodie being moved to his mouth to wipe away the fresh liquid. Looking around then he hadn’t wanted to sit down, everything that looked too nice, and he had just looked — dirty in comparison.

Esme "I didn't think he'd be up still," she muttered, not bothering to mask the irritation in her voice simply from seeing the elder entity. Releasing him, she closed the door behind them, instantly relieved to be out of her dad's line of vision, proven by a quick exhale. Luke's internal conflict unbeknownst to her, she crossed the room to flop down onto her bed, folding her hands over her stomach to shake off the annoyance of coming home before glancing over to Luke as he lingered. "Are you just going to stand there?"

Luke He’d still been looking around the room when he heard her voice, turning to face the girl before he was able to speak. “Just didn’t want to get anything…dirty.” He finally stated, deciding that was the best word to use in this moment. Walking towards her bed he knew that his sweatshirt wasn’t actually dirty and if he sat on the item that it would be fine. His arms had moved to the bottom hem, slowly pulling it off at the motion of raising his arms had strained him. However what he hadn’t anticipated was his shirt sticking to the hoodie, causing it to raise as well, giving Esme as good show of whatever his torso had looked like in this state. Though just as soon as Luke had felt the air on his body there was an audible ‘shit’ before he was getting the hoodie off and pulling his shirt on. Folding it up to sit down on her bed, moving himself them to sit on top of it, along the edge of her bed, feet on the floor.

Esme "It's a bedroom, not a museum, it'll be fine," she laughed, not directed towards him in ill will. She thought nothing of him shedding a layer until the one beneath it followed through, Esme's eyes going wide. A reflex, she crawled closer to where he was sitting, reaching to lift the shirt again. "That looks really bad," she muttered, more concerned than confused.

Luke At the touch he couldn’t help but to flinch before remembering where he was, and despite not really knowing much about Esme he had felt safe here. And when his shirt was being raised, he’d just moved to lay on his back, her bed molding to him perfectly as he was already comfortable right there. “Yeah, I’m kind of clumsy.” He muttered, not wanting to look at it himself. Luke knew well enough to not bother with looking at the marks that he knew would heal up on their own time, the first night just always being the worst.

Esme She retreated just as quickly as she'd tried to inspect, his reaction scaring her off. She wasn't great with boundaries in the first place, but the lack was more prevalent when it came to shirtless boys in her bed, trouble with the disconnect. When he relaxed, she tried again, more tentatively this time, pulling the fabric high enough to reveal the bruising. "I thought you were really good at skating? She pressed, her words not meant to demean. "I don't... know what to do with bruises. I can do cuts," she offered vaguely.

Luke There was a small cut on his pec, though she hadn’t lifted the shirt high enough, and Luke hadn’t expected her to clean him up at all anyway — it wasn’t her job, and it was that last thing that he’d ever really ask her to do. “I’m good at skating, sometimes you just, mess up.” He put in the best way that he knew how in this moment. “I’ll be fine, not the first time I’ve had a bruise. You don’t have to clean anything up, wouldn’t ask my ‘boyfriend’ to do it, so I wouldn’t ask you to either.” Luke added as he was using her word for Dallas from earlier, a very faint smile playing on his lips.

Esme  "I see that," she murmured, greeting each bump and bruise with a frown. Her head tipped as he used her earlier words against her, unamused by the statement. "Not the point, jackass," she droned, noting the tiny glimmer of a smile. Moving into her bathroom for a moment, she dug through the drawers to find the bandage she knew was somewhere, abandoned after dance class someday, she brought it back to the bed. Forgoing the concept of personal space, Esme hovered over him, pulling it around to try to at the very least cover the afflicted area. Stretching it to his rib cage, the strange comparison reared itself; the hand outstretched to hold the bandage in place had an ominous similarity to the mark along his ribs, her eyes scanning between his skin and her own fingers. "Did someone grab you at practice?"

Luke Luke was far more comfortable in the unfamiliar bed than he should have been as he was molded against the mattress. So once her felt her getting off the bed he couldn’t stop his eyes from slipping shut, just getting comfortable before he’d felt her once again, but this time on top of him. A soft groan had fallen from his lips, though he couldn’t complaining as he knew that she was helping him right now. When the question had registered, his eyes had shot open — looking up at the girl as his mind was racing. “N—no, I just fell. That guard rail can be nasty..” He trailed off, mind going back to picture the rink and the guard rail that lined the ice, it wasn’t blunt enough to do any real damage, and definitely not look like something else, but he was also hoping that she hadn’t spent enough time on the ice to know that.

Esme "No, this is definitely a handprint, look," she implored, holding her hand out just above the mark embedded into his skin. There was no way her mind was playing tricks on her now, each line too distinct to be anything abstract. She knew hockey could get violent, but she couldn't imagine it needing to get this personal, her eyebrow-raising as her mind was made up.

Luke He should have known that the matter wouldn’t have gotten dropped just like the rest had, though he had been kind of hopeful for it. Still, she was smart and that’s why he was more than nervous that she was going to start drawing conclusions about why he hadn’t wanted to go home, and that his injuries had looked like more than just a hockey mishap. he hadn’t needed to look down at the mark as she was pointing it out, though still he propped himself up on his elbows the best that he could, looking down with a hum. “Must have forgot, maybe someone slammed into me or something. It’s hard to remember everything that happens in a game.” Luke had finally spoken, partly fumbling over his words.

Esme If it wasn't for the shock of it all, Esme would understand that none of this was her business to be questioning, but right now her curiosity was taking over. "You forgot getting grabbed this hard?" She pressed, incredulously. At a loss as to how that would be remotely possible, she reached her own hand under her top, gripping her side as long as she could stand, and even then the marks were clearly more temporary than the ones plastered to his body. "And don't you wear padding?"

Luke At her questioning he had to shake his head, eyes closing once again as he was trying to not relive the night he’d already experienced. And while he knew that esme hadn’t known about it, and probably was just trying to help he couldn’t stop the sentence the came out. “Just stop..” His voice was quiet, much quieter than he had anticipated for as it was laced with far too much emotion for someone he had barely known. “Please — stop..” It not being the first time those words had left his mouth in the past 2 hours. He knew his surroundings, knew that he wasn’t home and that his father wasn’t anywhere near him, but the continuous questioning feeling all to familiar and in a sense of deja vu, that when she had lifted her hand to mark her own body he’d flinched, thinking that her arm would be making contact with him.

Esme "What?" She asked, not able to make out the faint plea the first time around. When he repeated himself, this time almost pitifully, she retreated, holding her hands up to show her surrender. She wasn't good with this sort of thing, not used to being the passenger in bouts of breaking, but finally she understood the boundaries she was coming too close to usurping. When he jerked away from her, she sat back on her feet, creating more distance until he eased up. "Woah, what's - " No. Just let it go. Moving the rest of the way back, she stepped away from the bed all together, walking to retrieve her laptop from a chair across the room and keeping her distance as she returned. "You said you'd help me pick out clothes," she reminded, the only thing that came to mind now was to distract from the situation altogether.

Luke He wasn’t happy with himself right now, and he shouldn’t have been here, the last thing that Luke needed was to get Esme messed up in this fucked up mess that was his personal life. Coming here was a mistake and he would have been better sleeping on a park bench if it meant she wouldn’t be questioning him. His hands had moved to cover his face as he was taking a deep breath, once he felt the other getting off of the bed as part of him was almost too sure that she’d ask him to leave. However he was surprised to hear her voice again, hands sliding down his face before he was readjusting his shirt to pull it back over his body and the bandage that she’d placed on him. Given where she was sitting he was grateful as he could roll onto this side that wasn’t bruised up and be able to see the laptops screen. “Right, clothes.” He slowly nodded, pulling his hoodie under his arm to rest his head on. “what….were you thinking?” The male asked, at least trying to go along with the new subject at hand as anything was better than the previous one.

Esme She couldn't bring herself to watch as he attempted to calm himself, though it secretly was something she envied. She was never able to center herself so expertly without the aid of a chemical calm, though she knew it was a sordid thing to be green over. She pretended not to hear the heavy breath, perhaps for the sake of them both as she whirred her computer to life, typing in a few familiar urls to pull up the boutiques to skim through. "Maybe some skirts, I don't know. That's your job," she informed, slowly sliding the computer his way for him to scroll. "Pick me out a cute first day of school outfit."

Luke Luke had watched as she was typing in a few different urls, and passing the laptop over as he sat it on the bed between them. Clothes were never his things, always just putting on whatever was closest, sweatpants, basketball shorts, a t-shirt of any kind — this definitely wasn’t his area of expertise but he knew that she was just trying to distract him, and for that he could humor her, as he was grateful. “Giving me free range might be dangerous. You could end up going to school looking like a clown or something.” Looking through a few things he wasn’t even really sure what Esme liked, and other than ‘skirts’ he hadn’t much to go off. “Something like this?” He asked, bringing up a pleated, right above the knee skirt. “Looks like it has colors or something.” The male muttered as his phone was going off, looking around for the device for a moment before locating it.

Esme "Just because you pick it out doesn't mean I'm actually going to wear it," she alerted, peering over the side of the screen to see what she was getting herself into. "Cute," she nodded, "basic enough to go with everything. What about a top?" She continued, actually coming to enjoy this. Pausing, her eyes trailed over to the phone, nervous for a reason she couldn't explain. "Dallas?"

Luke “Well now I might be offended, thought that I might be your new fashion life coach.” Though Luke couldn’t even get it out with a straight face as he was letting out a soft chuckle. Unlocking his phone he could only shake his head at her question. “Becky, actually. Wondering where I am.” He muttered as it really wasn’t unlike his sister to be wondering where he had taken off to in the night, though usually he could answer with Dallas’ place. Tonight though he hadn’t wanted to tell her his actual location, just opting for the ‘out, see you tomorrow’ message. He hadn’t wanted anyone else in his family to message him, or becky to ask any more questions so Luke hadn’t though twice before he was powering his off phone, placing it on the other side of his body before he was speaking again. “Where were we?” Luke asked, already clicking through the tabs.

Esme "You'll have to prove your prowess, in that case," she teased, smiling at both the joke and the shift in his mood. "Oh. Did you tell her you were at your new consultant job?" It was a little odd that he'd turned the device off completely, but she'd pried enough for one night, pulling her eyes away. Hands gesturing back to the computer, she let him carry on, scanning the rows he moved through. "Don't let me down."

Luke Luke already knew that he wouldn’t get the job, but still he was happy to know that she was so willing to give up the reins of the job. “Told her not to worry about me is all.” It was just easier to turn off his phone, not wanting to deal with Becky’s questioning, though he also wouldn’t know when Dallas texted him back at this point — so he wasn’t sure who the real winner was here. glancing over at the girl he’d sized her up for a moment as he was looking back at the screen. “If it was up to me you wouldn’t wear anything at all.” He finally muttered, at least wanting to get any tension out of the air, even if he was still looking like a mess.

Esme Having no real reason not to believe the answer, Esme nodded, letting him move past the text. She wasn't sure if she'd heard the statement correctly at first, her jaw dropping open, only a small scoff filling the pregnant silence. "You've got some balls," she finally exclaimed, her laughter breaking past the shock.

Luke Of course he wasn’t sure how she was going to react, though Luke hadn’t ever been one to really hold back and it was no different now. Plus, as far as he was concerned she’d already seen him half naked, not in the best way — but it had happened. “Didn’t hear you deny it though.” The male simply spoke before he was pulling up a sweater type shirt of some sort, turning the screen to face her once more. “There’s your outfit, might be cold one the first day. Who knows with Degrassi.”

Esme For as little as Esme knew about Luke - and even less now, it seemed - she could tell that he shared a similar sense of humor, and maybe that was why the words hadn't offended her... not that she thought he'd have cared either way. "What's there to dent?" She asked innocently, getting a glimpse of the sweater. "You didn't even try," she chastised, though a whisper of a smirk remained. Still, she added the piece to her cart. It wasn't her style, but maybe she could salvage it yet - she was always up for a challenge. "Maybe stick with hockey, I'm not sure women's fashion is your forte."

Luke “Good answer.” The male grinned as he was pulling the sweatshirt more under his arm, letting his head rest on it once more as she was telling him about the sweater, and it was all true. “I tried with half of the outfit, can’t expect me to get it all right. I never claimed to know anything about fashion.” Though he had noticed that she still put the item in her cart, so he’d hoped that he hadn’t entirely done everything wrong. “Sticking with hockey in the plan, assuming that I can get a scholarship or something for it at least.”

Esme he back and forth wasn't unusual for the two, though usually it stemmed from disagreements in the short time Esme had been Luke's tutor. But this was new, this was... flirting? "You succeeded with half, I'll give you that," she nodded. Truly, she was impressed that he'd gone through with the task in the first place, though that could have been the desperation. "If you're this clumsy in high school, let's hope you keep those teeth through college," she treaded, eyes focused on the screen.

Luke Of course Luke had noticed how attractive the girl was the first time he’d laid eyes on her, though he hadn’t thought too much of it — not knowing if there would ever really be a time that he’d get to know her. Then she’d became his tutor and while Luke would normally have tested the waters right away, it just hadn’t seemed like a good idea off the bat ; and there was something about the girl that slightly frightened him. Scared and horny was basically his complex around Esme. At the mention of his teeth the male only smiled, baring the pearly whites to her. “I’ve got them all still, I think I’m good.” He smirked, tongue running over his teeth before feeling the no longer bleeding cut on his bottom lip. “Can I use your bathroom?”

Esme She still couldn't be sure what Luke's intentions were, but she'd be lying if she said her interest wasn't piqued by his demeanor towards her. The teeth shone were conflicting; she could admit to herself that it was a nice sight - the teeth themselves, and finally a smile, but she also couldn't think it wasn't simply to taunt her. And maybe that was the thrill for her, someone to keep up with. "Good to know," she murmured, raising her arm to point to the door dividing the rooms.

Luke Following her point, Luke had slowly sat up before he was able to pull himself from the bed, slowly walking to the bathroom as he was just pushing the door behind him, unsure if it even closed but he also didn’t care too much. Immediately walking to the sink he had finally began to inspect his face, fingers moving to pad at the bruising underneath of his eye ; happy that it was at least summer and he wouldn’t have to explain it to anyone. “Hey, where do you keep your washcloths?” The male finally called out, before he was moving his hands to the hem of his shirt, pulling it off with a hiss at the soreness of his body. Fingers then moving to unwrap the bandage she’d put over him just so he could get a look good at himself.

Esme It amused Esme that Luke was so comfortable in her house, flitting around like he'd been a regular visitor. It didn't bother her, and at least someone didn't feel the need to hide out and walk on eggshells while cased in the residence. It wasn't excellent hostess skill to watch him through the sliver of door, but that didn't stop her, watching the muscle stretch as he reached to undress. "Uh, bottom drawer on the - Luke. I mean left," she quickly corrected, cringing at herself for the mix-up. It wasn't like her to fluster easily, but too much about the older boy was catching her off guard that night.

Luke Of course he’d caught the slip up, though Luke hadn’t thought much of it at all, as he was following her instructions and bending down to open the drawer, another hiss falling from his mouth before he was grabbing the washcloth and standing up. Turning on the water then he’d gotten the washcloth damp as he was finally cleaning up the dried blood around his mouth, and then around his nose. Shifting closer to the mirror to really inspect himself, noting that his nose hadn’t seemed to be messed up at all, which was for the best. His face as a whole hadn’t taken long to clean up, but then he was twisting his body looking at his lower half in the mirror. It didn’t look good and there was no denying that at all. He’d spotted the spot that she had mentioned earlier, very clearly being able to depict the hand marking on his abdomen. The bruising was the most awful that he’d encountered in his life, but it was definitely one of the top rankings, sadly.

Esme Nothing lucky about it, Esme was distracted by her own incident by the sounds of anguish from behind the door. Whether he wad telling the truth or not, it was still something Esme disesteemed. It was a sick fascination to watch him from afar, able to take in each sight more carefully now that he wasn't being begged not to. She didn't know what to think of the whole ordeal, but there was something going on that he wouldn't ever own up to, that much she knew for certain. For now, however, that would have to stay in her head. They were in a happy medium now, between the class lessons and personal questions, and she realized she didn't want to lose that.

Luke The events of the night were stuck in his brain, though Luke was more focused on where he was now, rather than what had happened earlier and he was just happy that the questioning had stopped. Cleaning along his chest it was a little bit better looking now that he hadn’t any residue left. Turning around he got a good look at his back, happy to see that it had looked just as normal as ever, and didn’t need any care. He’d then moved to rise out the washcloth once more getting as much of the blood out as he could before folding it up and sitting it on the sink. Picking up his shirt and the wrapping then Luke had moved to walk back out into her room, holding it up. “Think you could help me again?”

Esme Shuffling away, Esme thrust herself across the bed, laying across one side to appear inconspicuous. Clearing her throat, she glanced over as if she hadn't been aware of his presence before the question registered. "Oh. Yeah," she agreed, propping to her knees to crawl to the edge of the bed in front on him. She held her hands out to take the bandage back, taking a moment to roll it back into place before touching it to his skin, gingerly wrapping it around. This time around, she was more cautious, now that she'd seen the extent of the damage, but soon enough the task was completed, and Esme fastened the cloth into place. "There," she announced, hands lingering.

Luke Moving closer to the bed when she was propping herself up, Luke had handed over the bandage, arms just barely raising as he was watching her. It had felt better with the bandage around him, almost just keeping his body in place even he knew that nothing was broken. “thanks.” He’d finally spoken, once she was finished — noting that her hands were still lingering over his body but he hadn’t planned on really drawing attention to it. Taking a small step back he had pulled his shirt over his body before he was moving to sit back down on her bed. “Left the washcloth on your sink, tried to clean it the best I could.” The male muttered as he was shifting to get himself comfortable.

Esme It wasn't easy to make Esme squirm, least of all with bodily harm, but each pass around Luke's torso, she found herself on edge. If it wasn't self inflicted, it wasn't her forte, and this she knew had not been his doing. "You're welcome," she returned, sheepishly pulling her hands away as he redressed. "That's fine," she answered, moving to her feet to retrieve the cloth for the laundry.

Luke Of course Luke knew that he should have turned his phone back on, checked to see if Dallas had texted him or not, but Esme’s bed was far too comfortable and his friend had been long forgotten. Watching as she was moving into the bathroom to get his washcloth he’d felt bad for not grabbing it himself, a manner that his mother had instilled in him at a young age. His arms had just barely crossed over his chest as he was settling into the girls bed, not even sure what to say to her right now other than ‘thanks’.

Esme By now, Esme had forgotten that Luke had come here to wait out Dallas, distracted by how effortlessly the time was passing here instead. It was an unfortunate pretense that he was here in the first place, but she'd make the best of it and only hope that he'd do the same. She didn't think anything of the retrieval, picking up what seemed to be a clean corner of the cloth and walking it down the hall to drop down the laundry chute.

Luke He’d watched the girl for a moment before he was looking over and seeing her laptop still open to the website they’d been looking at. Getting an idea he’d navigated through, find a lingerie set or two as he was quickly adding them to the cart, figuring that she’d find them whenever she actually did check out, or when it arrived — either way, Luke was sure it would be a surprise. Hearing the girl in the hallway then he’d clicked off, returning the laptop to his previous destination, as he was reaching to pull one of her pillows underneath of his head. This wasn’t the place that he thought he’d end up at, but he wasn’t upset with it either, and oddly enough he’d felt safer than he would have at another place even though he was in an unfamiliar location.

Esme Too naive for her own good, Esme had no reason to believe that he'd done anything tawdry to her cart, making a note to check out later on. She didn't see anything amiss as she walked back into the room, but she did spot an awfully cozy Luke nestling himself in her bed, feeling the need to comment. "You adapt to your surroundings awfully well, don't you?" She asked, utterly amused by his ease.

Luke It was her voice that had drawn him back to the present, eyes opening as he was looking over at the girl, a faint smile finally playing on his lips. “You’ve got a comfy bed, and I’ve had a long night.” He was exhausted to say the least, but he also knew that he shouldn’t get too comfortable as this was, her bed. “And you’ve gotten me half naked twice tonight, relaxing in your bed just seems right.”

Esme His excuse was threadbare, but she wasn't complaining about his presence. The truth of the matter was that Esme didn't make a habit of sharing a bed with whomever had been shirtless prior, knowing herself and her addiction to attachment too well, but it stood to argue that this was a special case, the exposure not one of passion by any means. "You got yourself half naked, don't start gas lighting," she chuckled, sliding down to sit on the empty mattress space beside him.

Luke He was trying hard not to get himself comfortable, or too over his head but it was hard as her mattress was basically calling out to his body, begging him to get comfortable and stay there. “Alright, I’ll give you that one.” The male nodded as he was moving to make more room for her as she was sitting down. “Just tell me to get lost and i’ll leave to your regularly scheduled night.”

Esme "I would have taken it either way," she canted, cocky and most truthful. Her legs pulled to curl into herself as he shifted to make room, his offer unnecessary to hear. "I don't care if you stay," she thought out loud. "Like I said, all I was doing was shopping for clothes, and apparently I'm better without them," she simpered. "You should probably let Dallas know you're alive, though."

Luke “I’d expect nothing less from you.” Luke grinned as he was settling into the bed once more, happy with his surroundings for the night, until he heard the mention of Dallas. “Probably should..” The male muttered as he was moving slightly to pat around, looking for his phone before he realized that he didn’t have it on him. “I must’ve left my phone in the bathroom.

Esme Esme's personality was an acquired taste, that much was painstakingly obvious to anyone you'd ask, but the banter with Luke was completely liquid, flowing so naturally you'd think they'd been old friends -or something close- rather than a student under her guidance."Oh. I'll get it," she murmured, taking the few steps into the room to look. She plucked the phone from the counter, holding down the power button as she stood at the sink.

Luke Thanks” was the last thing that Luke had gotten out as he watched her stand up and walk towards the bathroom. In the meantime he’d turned more into her bed, kicking his shoes off as he was rolling to lay on the good side of his body. His head had easily nuzzled into the girls pillow as he was crossing his arms over his chest once more. It was the first time in a few days that Luke had actually felt safe sleeping somewhere, and with the night he’d already had he was exhausted. Not being able to hold back the sleep any longer it had soon over taken his body, eyes closing as he was drifting off to sleep.

Esme As the phone rose to life, the screen lit up, something Esme could have easily ignored until the next several notifications dinged, rapidfire as each preview crossed the screen. Dallas had finally answered, asking how bad "it" was this time, Esme's eyebrows pulling together. She knew it was risky, but she swiped the screen aside, revealing the other messages, all with a similar tone. Becky sounded worried. His mother sounded worried. His dad sounded... what did that mean? "It won't happen again," she whispered to herself, reading over the line again. Knowing she didn't have the time or privacy to inspect it, she shut the phone back off, walking out to the bedroom only to be faced with Luke, fast asleep. Finding her own phone, she searched for Dallas on FaceRange, shooting him a quick message that Luke was fine and sleeping, leaving it at that before setting both devices on her end table. He looked peaceful, the first thing she noticed, smiling to herself before shutting the light off and moving into the other side of the bed. Her own thoughts surely wouldn't be shutting off for the night, but at least one of them could end their night properly.

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