#gay kiss PLEEEEASE!

[bitchyycapricorn]

Im here to request Narcissa Malfoy to kinktober!!! You are free to choose the kink but i want some hard smut pleeeease 🥺🥺

Thx Happy October 🎃😚

Sub!Narcissa Malfoy x Dom!Fem!Reader + Praise

-Good Girl-

Kintober Masterlist

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AN: Ik this is a later request for kinktober that’s like a month overdue, I was just feeling a little ✨gay✨ (I fucking love women)

Warnings: SMUT BROSKIE!!! wlw, Dom/Sub dynamic, praise kink, punishment kink, fingering, oral (fem rec)

The feeling of Narcissa Malfoy’s body under yours wasn’t new. In fact, it had become a sort or routine since Lucius had been summoned to stand by the Dark Lords side. Since his leave, you often found yourself in her bed, under her covers, between her thighs, all while pressing rough kisses against her soft skin. And even now, your bottom lip was dragging across the inside of her thigh as you progress towards her heat in a teasing manner. There was always something about Cissy that made you hot and bothered whenever you were in the same room together. Now, only three months after her arranged marriage to your brother, you find yourself wrapping your arms under her thighs and pulling her closer to your face.

A moan erupts from her soft pink lips as your tongue slowly laps up her arousal, pleasing her the way she deserved to be pleased. Your fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips as you pull her closer to your face that was still buried in her cunt. “Y/N…” She whines softly, her hands tugging at your pretty locks. You gave her a warning tap to her thigh in response, still continuing to trace circles around her clit with your tongue. “S-stop teas-…” she begins before another whine escapes her rather swollen lips. Your movements come to a halt as your eyes flicker up to meet hers.

She can’t help but let yet another whine leave her lips, despite knowing exactly what she’d done. “Good girls don’t whine. They use their words.” You tell her, sitting up so you can hover over her body. “Don’t you want to be a good girl?” You ask with a slow hum. Your fingers delicately tracing patterns on her hip down to her upper thigh. Her eyes widen as she bites her lip, only giving a small nod in response. Displeased by her lack of vocalization, you land a sharp smack to the side of her thigh. “I said use your words. If I have to ask again, I wont be able to let you finish tonight.”

“Yes, I want to be a good for you-“ She gasps, the feeling of your slap stinging her thigh as your handprint starts to form on her pale skin. “I wont be whiny anymore, I promise.” She swore. You nod, watching as pleasure clouds her vision at the motion of you entering two fingers into her. Her hands grasp your shoulders as you push your fingers deeper into her soft cunt.

“See, that wasn’t so hard.” You smirk, quickening your pace as your fingers curl inside her. You watch proudly as her eyes roll to the back of her head and her soft moans got louder. Her body seems to melt under your touch as she begins to grind her hips down onto your moving fingers. Her thighs were shaking and her bottom lip quivering as you continue to finger her roughly. “Such a pretty girl,” you coo, watching as she continues to try and get off by using your fingers. Pausing your thrusts, you take the opportunity to press your palm against her cunt, putting pressure on her clit as she continues to grind against your digits. Another cry escaped her lips as she moves her hips faster, fingers now digging into your shoulders as she chases her high.

“Go on, be a good girl and cum on my fingers.” You encourage, thrusting and curling just your fingers in her as she continues to struggle against your palm. You can feel the moment she tenses up, followed by her cunt squeezing your fingers as she releases, soaking the silk sheets beneath her. Her head lolls to the side, as you slowly pull your finger out of her.

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[theredkennedys]

my au my rules. this au is literally called Chucker Spiderverse AU in the archived discord thread so be warned oooOoOOoooOo . gay men OoooooOo

writing out the backstory that me and my friend Donut have been working on for the better part of a year, most of it was inspired by the new itsv movie that was released then. and because I don't plan on writing anything huge for this I'd like my brainstorming to have a wider audience.

All art posted is most likely @franklindonuts , aka Donut the cocreator of this shit,,,hey buddy😆 go show him some love pleeeease

you can see my art of this au here

this will 100% be somewhat incomprehensive but hey I'm just a fag having fun and I was born yesterday🧚‍♀️

**

Tucker is the spiderman in his universe with Church as his "guy in the chair". (Putting it out there that this Church is Alpha, which is significant later on.)

They both share an apartment, I don't think I ever specified why but probably for school reasons. They're both young adults, I want to say around 19-21, similar to their Blood Gulch years.

Tucker loves being spiderman. He loves helping people, being almost an idol for people- a lot of jokes were thrown around about that:

Imagine Tucker after he got his sword. He has a genuine purpose now and he's going to be good at it.

but goddd Tucker is Tucker and is stupid and reckless. being spiderman doesn't make him invincible but he loves to think otherwise. he pushes himself too far too often because he knows if he doesn't he wouldn't be able to sleep at night if someone got hurt when he was taking it "easy". Church knows this but he's still pissed off when Tucker comes back bloodied and bruised from a Villain of the Week that he shouldn't have taken on :/

(Donut art)

mental illness

It's literally just the Spiderman Effect. No one will Ever be able to understand what it's like to be spiderman but other spiders, regardless of how much you tell them or show them, they won't get it. and Church doesn't Get it. He's not stupid, he understands WiTh GrEaT PoWeR y'know but there's a mental toll that can't be communicated in a way that makes sense :/

regardless, Church hates it but he also hates how much he cares about Tucker. Cocreator said that he figured they were both close and willing to become A Thing but the time was never right, and Tucker was scared of liking a dude, etc. Normal stuff between these two. But they're insanely close, I'd like to think even moreso after Tucker's whole spiderman thing and the fact that Church also has to realize that Tucker is not invincible.

(despite them not being A Thing, Donut art of The Spiderman kiss and other gay shit)

Now this is the kicker of why I said to take note of the fact this is Alpha Church specifically.

Now I'm aware of the clowning on the whole "canon event" thing and some people's opinion on it (mostly that it's dumb and cliche), but I find it a very unique and convenient way to give a character a significant plot boost.

That being said, Tucker's "canon event" is Church's death.

I don't ever think I solidified how/why he dies, moreso that it's just a wrong-place wrong-time type of thing. Some brainstorming from Donut about it:

but i never asked him for elaboration so I don't know what the fuck he's talking about. anyway

Tucker finds Church similar to how Miles found Peter in the first Spiderverse movie. He doesn't know what to do. He's frantic and scared and horrified that his best friend is coughing up blood with raspy breaths.

(Alpha s10 parallel with tex lalalala)

Obviously. Obbbviousllyy Tucker is distraught and inconsolable. Something something he has the Worst depression of his life. He doesn't know what to do with himself, the one person who knew about everything is gone, and I'm sorry (not) lol but it's not like in rvb where Church revives 8 times before dying like a normal person.

Church was always there for Tucker and he's at a loss of what to do now because, despite the threat of it, he should've never died. It wasn't even a concern in his head ever because it seemed so unlikely.

Tucker doesn't know what to do with himself, he wouldn't have gotten this far without Church. But really, it was All Tucker. All Church did was give him little tech bits to help him function better but it was All Tucker. But he isn't able to realize that through everything and it ruins him.

I will have to make a continuation post because I love adding images and Just hit the mobile limit🧚‍♀️

thanks for reading if you got this far

[burninghearts-cupid]

for the 10$ reward, here’s my night of edging myself and how it all goes down!

1:41AM- starting my session right now after sexting daddy, daydreaming of him tying me down to a bed with my legs spread open, and fucking me senseless until his cock kisses my cervix and he breeds me right there, found a teeeny tiny vibrator i got from gay pride last year (never used so it doesn’t count as a toy) and i have it pressed to my clit while i type this and look for more porn

:( it lost all my progress so here’s the i time stamped:

i can’t stop thinking about being tied down in a spot like the office or a bar, someone writing “free use” on my slutty whore tits and blindfolding me. strangers come and fill my holes with cocks, fingers, cum, even beer bottles because i’m such a pathetic whore🤤. one hand is stroking a cock while the other is guided to enter someone’s hole, i can only focus on fingering them because both my pussy and ass are being fucked so violently i can’t stop shaking and bouncing back on them, i successfully got to the edge twice during all this 🥰

god now i just can’t stop thinking about a girl pinning me to a bed, cooing to me that only good girls get to cum and since i’m soooo adamant that im a boy, i guess i don’t get to cum (even if the size of my tits and wetness of my cunt say i’m a girl)

(reminder here that i’m only okay with detrans towards myself as a kink)

she pulls my legs apart and starts rubbing her cunt against mine, listening to me whine and beg to cum, and slapping my pussy to shut me the fuck up. I’m so adamant im a boy, but i can’t even use my T dick to fuck her it’s so small

fuck it is so hard to just stop, being close to cumming is so so so good i just. i have to be a good whore and i have to stop, all the lovely anons want me to be a brain dead little cum whore and to do that i gotta stop when it just feels sooooooo so so fucking gooood!!! i just wanna cum so bad but i’m trying to be a good bitch

god fuck please pleeeease i need someone to rub their pussy against mine and force me to the bed with, suck my tits and bite my nipples while you grind against my whore cunt and completely deny me the pleasure of actually fucking this cunt with anythingffff

i was a very bad whore and came, i’d say it was an accident but i got too risky in my edging. Usually i get to an edge then stop completely so i can cook down, but this time id keep stopping juuuust enough that i wouldn’t cum from touching. Ah, icarus and the sun and all that

thank you to the lovely benefactor who spawned this post!

[redactedwriting]

getting high with Pete and Patrick but Patrick is sensitive to the smell of weed so he stays sober. me and pete are getting all handsy and kissy and start dry humping on the couch while Patrick just kind of watches all embarrassed. he's hard in his pants and trying to hide it. me and pete are all giggly and try and get him to join but I have to sit on his lap to try and convince him to have a little fun. he's really shy and awkward but that's what makes it even more fun <3 bonus points if I'm Patrick's first gay encounter<3333

- vigilante anon

waaaaa

patrick needing encouragement to include himself <333 yeah.

he would wanna join so bad but he’d be so shy, and then you’d get in his lap and kiss him and tell him you /really/ wanna play with him too….and pete keeps stealing glances…..pleeeease patrick?

he’d say yeah, and you’d make out w him for a long time, slow and giggly and a lil sloppy bc you’re high. pete’s beside patrick watching, and he wants to join but doesn’t wanna startle patrick, so he’d talk

“hey. ‘s it cool if i come in?” he’d ask. patrick would agree, and pete would grin and start by holding patrick’s hand.

he’d then maybe kiss his neck a little bit, and patrick would gasp into your mouth and squeeze pete’s hand. you’d hum, pull his bottom lip with your teeth, “i know, he’s good with his mouth, isn’t he?”

and patrick shivers and nods again, pants into your mouth.

“i am too, if you wanna see for yourself?”

and he’d make a little sound and nod AGAIN, but then “yeah, wanna feel you,”

and pete grins and nips his neck a little like a reward for being brave

[gracelesslady23]

for the fav story ask: out of the published ones its the age gap fic, pleeeease im such a sucker for this trope (sirius "im eighteen" black) and the way you twisted it with his disappearance so it also feels like a getting back togethering trope instead of just them meeting at different ages is just,,,, chefs kisses..... when's the wedding...... honestly....

and if the unposted ones count too then!! my sirius turned girl au!!! where is it!!! please!! every other day i have to live without hot het gay prongsfoot sex is torture, free us

Naww thank you so much <3

I know, I know 😭😭 it is coming, just slowly. (maybe I just need the inspiration of a great writer such as yourself posting another genderbent fic I remember being mentioned 👀 👀 haha)

[evilneo]

honestly? big fan of AI4AI. aslo AI4eldritch

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Daryl request that he and reader like eachother a lot but is scared of touch due to his past abuse. She goes slow with him showing him that touch is meant to feel nice. Fluffy smut pleeeease.

This is my oldest request so out of the fear that people are thinking I'm ignoring them, I'll start from the back haha, less smutty and more spicy wholesome for sure

His hands shake timidly as they slide down my waist to rest on my hips, my eyes searching his as he nervously glances up at me. He looks more than nervous, mortified even, as he avoids looking at my breasts, the bashfulness almost pulling a laugh out of me.

"Do you wanna stop?" I ask quietly, my breathing ragged as my thighs tremble, wanting nothing more than to slip down onto his lap but I can't deny that he looks so uncomfortable. He blows out a breath and shakes his head, his head leaning to rest on my sternum.

"Nah, no. Jus' not used to this." He mutters against my bare skin, his eyelashes fluttering against me. I rake my fingers through his hair, loving the way he relaxes into me. "Gentle and shit." My heart aches in my chest at the broken twinge in his voice, hating that he was treated so poorly that he associates every touch with violence.

"Well I'm gentle. Do you want me to keep going?" His chin tilts to look up at me, his eyes gentle as he gives me a soft nod, a smile stretching across his lips as I lean down to capture them in a kiss. My hands slowly push him back on the bed behind him, my hands sliding under his shirt slowly as our kiss grows more heated by the minute. With every touch, I give him a moment to adjust so as to not overwhelm, knowing he'll be more comfortable moving forward the slower we go.

He shivers as I lift his shirt over his dead, my fingertips trailing over his side as his hands cup my cheeks firmly, tilting my head to deepen the kiss. Getting the hang of it, his hands soothe up the back of my thighs, a smile taking over my lips as my kisses travel down to his neck, loving the way his breath catches in his throat.

"Thanks." He mutters, my eyes opening to look up at him as he gazes down at me. A proud smile stretches across my lips at his embarrassed smile and I fight the urge to ask 'why'. But I know why, I know why he's appreciate of me taking my time and giving him room to breathe. "Don't make me say it again."

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[piratesfromspace]

Christmas Gift (Druig x Makkari x Reader)

Druig (Eternals) x Makkari (Eternals) x Reader Gender-neutral and bisexual Reader

Word count: 1k Rated: Mature

Druig has a gift for you, a very special gift... Merry Christmas!

CW: mention of food, kissing, implied smut

MASTERLIST

“What do you want for Christmas, Druig?” “You mean for the birth of Sol Invictus?” You roll your eyes. “Seriously, Druig? I thought we already got over this. Instead of lecturing me about the history of pagan celebrations, just indulge me and tell me what you would like? Pleeeease?” “I don’t really need anything. Except maybe that leather jacket of yours. I like it.” “Druig, that’s not how gifts work for fuck sake…” He just grins at you with that stupid handsome face of his, and you can’t bother to stay mad.

*****

Christmas is getting close and while you will not give him your leather jacket - he managed to steal it in the meantime anyway - you’ve finally found a few ideas, thanks to Makkari. Druig and her, they’re close, they’re cute and they’re definitely fucking each other. You were a bit jealous at first, because you were afraid you were not enough for Druig, but you guess you can’t really compete with a friendship and romance spanning over millennia when you’ve only known him for a year or two. And the fact is, you like Makkari. She’s kind, and whip-smart, and hilariously funny. And she’s also beautiful. The kind of timeless beauty that makes you stare at her with awe and gives you the feeling you’re blessed just breathing the same air she does. Ok, maybe you like her a lot. Like, a lot a lot. I don’t know, is it gay to want to kiss the very hot girlfriend of your boyfriend?

Well, maybe. And maybe, you’re not very subtle about your feelings. You’re actually too confused to be sly about it.

*****

Christmas is just a couple days ahead, and Druig didn’t bother to ask what you wanted, even discreetly. You know the celebration doesn’t really hold any meaning for him, he has seen thousands of those, has known the dozens of names the day has been called across the civilizations. But still, it makes your heart ache just a little bit, because it’s one of your favorite times of the year. The small lights everywhere, the emerald greens and the joyous reds, the smell of cinnamon and roasted chestnuts: you like it more than anything - maybe even more than the Halloween season, but you would not admit it even on your deathbed.

*****

Then, on December 23rd, as you make a pause in between the cooking of two batches of gingerbread, Druig appears on the doorstep of your kitchen, his signature mischievous grin plastered on his face.

“Looking for something Druig?” “Yeah. I’m hungry.” he says, eyes racking your body. You don’t need him to elaborate to understand what really hides behind his hunger .

He comes closer, cornering you against the counter, reaching behind you to grab whatever sugary treat lies there. You should protest, tell him he must wait before you’re done with the baking and everyone is here before he eats the results of your hard work. But it’s hard to form words when he’s shamelessly pressing against you, his tongue peaking out to lick the sugar left on his plush lips.

His thumb swipe on your cheek to erase the smear of icing sugar you unknowingly left there while mixing the dough. Gosh you want him. To hell with gingerbread . You crash your lips against his, and he happily responds to your messy kiss. He tastes like sugar and spice and joy. But as you expect him to haul you on the counter and take you here and there, he withdraws a bit from your embrace. His hot breath fans on the shell of your ear when he whispers against you “I have a gift for you. And I think it’s best if you receive it today, even if I know it’s not Christmas yet.”

Your heart bursts with incredulous warmth. He did plan a gift for you? He actually cares? At this point, no matter what he got you, you’ll be grateful.

He winks at you, grabs your hand and leads you out of the kitchen of the big house you’re currently sharing and in the corridor leading to his room. He stops in front of the closed door, and grabs your face, his gaze suddenly a bit nervous. “It’s a very nice gift, but if you don’t want it, it’s okay. Promise you’ll tell me?” You give him a curious look, not really understanding why he’s so cautious all of a sudden. “Promise?” he goes again. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll promise Druig.” Gosh it’s hard not to kiss him again, because with his warm hands cradling your cheeks and his mesmerizing eyes on you, you’re positively beaming with need.

His usual delightful sneaky glint is back in his eyes and he opens the door of his room. There are candles on every surface, casting a cosy glow on the huge bed right in front of you. And on his bed, laying on crisp white sheets, is Makkari. Makkari wearing nothing but lacy red lingerie, thigh-high white socks and a Santa hat lined with fuzzy fur. It’s cheesy and all, but you can’t deny that the reds and the creamy whites look really good on her golden skin. And wtf?? why is Makkari here?? In her underwear?

“Merry Christmas” she signs with a wide smile, as your jaw drops open. Druig is at your back, his hands on your waist. “Merry Christmas dear, hope you like your present.” he whispers in the crook of your neck before starting to pepper kisses there. Your brain is having a moment, and you try desperately to come up with a coherent sentence when Makkari graciously raises from the mattress to reach for you. Your face is on fire, from the surprise of what just happened and the anticipation of what’s to come. From the uncertainty it’s not just a stupid joke and from the burning desire racing through your blood. She places a delicate hand on your cheek.

“What… Are you…” but your stutter is soon shushed by the soft lips of Makkari on yours. The way you answer the kiss, bold and fierce, leaves you amazed. Well, looks like it’s not a joke. You gather her in your arms, and she’s warm and pliant against you, and you can’t help but moan in her mouth. She draws back just a little and lets out a sweet happy laugh. She’s so pretty you understand why Druig has been in love with her since the beginning of time.

“So, how is the gift?” she signs, while Druig is still busy nipping at the tender flesh of your shoulder. “Best. Christmas. Ever” you answer before diving right back to kissing her.

[drarry-with-a-side-of-harry]

omfg the series 3 finale has completely killed me off. when all of them were at the round table 🥺🥺 bitch too wholesome. and when Merlin and Arthur are on the steps at the end pleeeease that was gay and then Arthur goes to kiss Gwen and Merlin looks happy at first but then his face just DROPS ughhhhh boy’s heartbroken

AND THEN HE FINALLY PUTS THE SWORD IN THE FUCKING STONE AND BITCH LET IT BE KNOWN I SCREAMED ARTHUR BETTER BE PULLING THAT OUT SOMETIME SOON

[der-strum]

underrated gay of the day:

lumberjacks. jesus fucking christ. hhhhhh i wanna kiss ur stubble and wear ur flannels is that too much to ask. i might not be able to chop wood but i can build a mean campfire and i like hiking and i can make pancakes. pleeeease pick me up and take me on walks in the forest and lie by the fire with me.

[jovialyouthmusic]

Special Delivery

I get ready to move house, and confide in a friend about my new admirer. 

Word Count 2790

A/N This is not my garden or my house, much as I would like to share them. Just allow me some artistic licence - after all, the ‘me’ in this story is younger and single (can I take a few pounds off too?) I don’t even seem to have written any fanfic in this fantasy. This is pure self indulgence, some fluff and a few tears are shed. Again, no allowances made for British references, if anything puzzles you let me know.

Warning - mention of the death of a parent. Get the tissues ready, sorry.

4 Ready to Move

‘Hi Martin – are you going over to my place this afternoon?’ I rang my close friend to spring the news of my new helper on him the next day. We had known each other for a long time and had shared a lot of confidences over the years. He was just going through a rocky patch in his relationship and was glad of the chance to get away from his partner, even though she would probably accuse him of sleeping with me when he got home.  

‘Sure thing Lisa, I know that garden needs some knocking into place.’ He said in a tone that told me his partner was listening.

‘Martin, I need to tell you something.’

‘I’m sorry, I have to go out to the shops. I’ll talk to you later.’ he said, which was code for I’ll call you when Sue isn’t listening. I acknowledged his message, went back to clearing my wardrobe and waited for him to call back.

‘Hey Lisa, what’s the goss?’ He said as I answered a few minutes later ‘Sue’s really on my back so you’d better make it quick.’

‘I uh – I seem to have acquired an admirer – or a brother, I’m not sure which.’

‘Ooh.’ he said ‘Is he good looking? If you’re not sure if he’s an admirer or a brother, he’s gay.’

‘You always say that. According to you every man on the face of the earth apart from you is gay.’

‘Not true, just the good looking ones. Don’t get your hopes up, Lisa. I don’t want to see you hurt.’

‘Well anyway, if you come over to do some gardening you’ll meet him. I daren’t trust myself with him, he’s not only devastatingly handsome, he’s got a killer accent and he’s really sweet and kind.’

‘Gay.’ Martin asserted ‘So you don’t have to worry – but I might.’

‘Martin – pleeeease.’ I pleaded. ‘Come and tell me what you think.’

‘Okay, but you know I’m going to rip him to pieces.’ he asserted ‘Not literally, only behind his back.’

‘Thanks – I owe you. Coffee and cake sometime.’

‘Sure thing. Don’t worry, I’ll be there to chaperone you. Your virtue will remain unsullied.’

‘I sullied my virtue a long time ago.’ I scoffed.

‘Yeah, so you told me. Gotta go, see you later!’

-------

As promised, Fabio rang before he turned up, just after noon. I was already knee deep in boxes, deciding that if I worked on my bedroom first, we wouldn’t be working in it together and my mind wouldn’t keep straying in the wrong direction. I had lain awake for a while that night, telling myself over and over that Fabio was just a nice guy and it wasn’t leading anywhere. My dreams told me otherwise, and I woke in a cold sweat, almost expecting to see his head on the pillow beside me, but the weight I felt on my hip was the cat stretched out fast asleep. He grumbled as I moved, then settled in the crook of my knees instead, heavy and warm.

‘Hola, Lisa.’ Fabio said as he came in the door, and I remembered to turn my head slightly for the cheek kiss to ensure that his lips didn’t land anywhere that might give me ideas as to what else we could do together that afternoon.

‘Hi Fabio, thanks for coming.’ I greeted him. He looked at the empty boxes sitting by the bookcase, lifting his chin and nodding toward them.

‘Those will be heavy. I will pack them for you – you want them moved today?’

‘It would help keep the work down for the removal men. Anything that can go in a box, you can pack. I just want to keep a few things in the kitchen so I can make tea and a simple meal, but if we get a lot done I can always stay at the new place. There’s already some furniture of Mum’s there, it’s not so much a move as a reorganisation. I haven’t decided whether to rent furnished or empty.’

‘How about upstairs?’ he asked ‘I can carry heavy things down.’ He was already half way up the stairs, taking them two at a time with his long legs. I trailed after him, hovering anxiously on the tiny landing outside my bedroom as he looked around.

‘No, it’s okay.’ I said, my cheeks burning ‘I’ve already sorted the bedroom and I still need to sleep here.’

‘Lo seinto – I’m sorry Lisa.’ he replied, but in stepping out of the room we came very close to each other - close enough to smell his aftershave, which was becoming a familiar scent that made my tummy churn. Quickly I moved to the spare room, which was small and cluttered with a little foldaway bed, but I had some empty boxes standing ready.

‘Nothing in here is too important. It’s just clothes and - well junk mostly. A lot of this stuff should really go to the dump.’ He looked puzzled again. ‘It’s rubbish, I need to get rid of it’

‘Okay, you find what you don’t want, and I go down and pack books.’ he suggested. After an hour or so I had some boxes and bags to go to the dump, and went down to see what my helper was doing. He had emptied the bookcases and stacked the boxes by the door.

‘Do you want a drink?’ I asked ‘We could have tea or coffee and then load the car.’

‘Tea of course, I play at being English.’ he smiled, exaggerating the word in what he thought was an English accent. I laughed and we sat talking for a while as we drank, then loaded the car and drove off to the council dump. It wasn’t far, and thankfully not too busy – we drove straight in and started to unload the bags and boxes. The council was pretty hot on recycling, so I’d arranged things into separate bags – clothes, shoes, books, electronic gear, and stuff that was just rubbish. When we got back to the house I got Fabio to carry boxes down from the spare room, and again we loaded the car, this time to go to my new house.

‘I’ve asked another friend to do some gardening for me, he should be there now.’ I explained.

Before long we drew onto the drive, where I noted that my friend Martin’s car was already parked up and I heard the whirr of the lawn mower. I backed up close to the house so we could unload. Fabricio stared at the little white house with the pointed roof, the front half of the garden taken up by mature trees. Martin came across to the car, wiping his brow.

‘Lisa!’ he greeted me, and came up to embrace me. He looked askance at Fabio, but the two men shook hands amicably.

‘Martin – this is Fabio. He’s from Argentina, and he uh – he brought me pizza a couple of nights ago, and he’s offered to help me move.’ I hoped that was enough of an explanation for now – I knew that I’d be going into detail as soon as we were alone.

‘Pleased to meet you, Fabio.’ he said ‘It’s kind of you to help Lisa.’

‘She also has been kind.’ he smiled ‘We went for a walk yesterday’ Martin raised his eyebrows at me, his sideways glance telling me he thought I was mad. I went to unlock the door and showed Fabio where to put the boxes, and once he had started, Martin grabbed me and pulled me to a corner of the garden where we couldn’t be seen. He demanded an explanation and I gave him a quick summary.

‘Are you insane, Lisa?’ he hissed. ‘Never mind him taking your virtue, this man is a complete stranger. He could be a serial killer. I could be answering awkward questions in a police cell as your body sits in the morgue and he jets off back to Argentina.’

‘Don’t be so dramatic. He’s kind and sweet, and…’

‘And so good looking I’d fall for him myself if I wasn’t a red blooded one hundred percent heterosexual.’ He scolded, waving his arms. He took a deep breath ‘you can’t trust him. Lookers like that do what they like with people.’

‘Whatever happened to ‘he’s gay’?’ I asked. Martin grimaced.

‘He could have anyone he likes, he probably swings both ways. He’s probably got some STD. Drop him Lisa, drop him like a hot thing’

‘Gah, I knew I shouldn’t have asked you’ I grumbled ‘Go back to mowing the lawn, I’m helping Fabio.’ I started back toward the house.

‘What kind of name is Fabio?’ he gesticulated. ‘He’s trouble, Lisa, and don’t forget I said so.’

‘You’re jaded and cynical.’ I hissed. He looked sheepish.

‘I’m sorry Lisa, maybe I’m going over the top. I can see you’re determined to carry on with him. Just promise you’ll be careful’ he pleaded.

‘Careful is my middle name, that’s why I’m single.’ I snapped back. I could see Fabio taking another box into the house, and followed him. ‘I deserve a little excitement for once.’ I threw over my shoulder. But walking out in the Lakes and introducing Fabio to fish and chips wasn’t very exciting, I realised.

But Fabio was exciting, and it was the principle of the matter.

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Martin was called back home before Fabio had finished, and I walked through the house going over the pieces of furniture I wanted to keep and those I wanted moved back to the terraced house. I’d already cleared through the whole place throwing out unwanted junk and selling other pieces. I made a list as I went, and Fabio went outside to get some fresh air. I stopped in the downstairs bedroom, where I had found my mother only a few months ago. I found tears starting to my eyes, and I tried to blink them away as Fabio called from the kitchen as he came in again.

‘I can make tea.’ he shouted, but I couldn’t answer as my throat was tight and it was hard to breathe for the sob that threatened to bubble up. Suddenly he was in the doorway as I stood stock still staring at where the bed had been.

‘Do you want any…’ he started, and his voice faded as he caught sight of me. I made a superhuman effort to pull myself together, but failed spectacularly as my voice turned to an unintelligible squeak and the sob escaped at last. In an instant he was holding me against his broad chest, arms wrapped around me, gently pulling my head into his shoulder. I melted into him and let go, allowing the tears to flow. I had only cried once, at the funeral, and standing in her old room just brought it all back.

‘Shhh.’ he said soothingly. ‘It’s okay, it’s okay.’ He felt so solid – so safe.

‘I – I’m so – sorry.’ I blubbered. ‘This was her room. I found her…’ He rubbed my back soothingly.

‘Is okay to cry, you don’t have to be sorry.’

‘I thought I’d got over it.’ I sniffled after a while, when the tears and sobs had subsided.

‘It takes time. Perhaps we go back to the other house?’

‘I – I need to gather myself together.’ I said as he let me go to pick up a box of tissues that was on the windowsill. That almost made me start again, as it was the brand she used all the time, and had probably bought herself when I had taken her on her weekly shopping trips. I wondered how I would cope living in the house with so many memories. I blew my nose and mopped at my eyes. I laughed as he stood protectively watching me. ‘I must look a sight. Your shirt is wet - and slobbery, sorry.’ I held the box of tissues out to him.

‘It doesn’t matter.’ he reassured me, taking one and dabbing at his shirt. ‘Is sad that your mother died, but she wouldn’t want you to be unhappy’ I laughed again, blowing my nose.

‘She always said we should just have a big party when she’d gone.’

‘And did you?’

‘Just a little one, a sort of reception.’

‘Then perhaps you should have a party when you move in’ he smiled ‘We also had a big party when mi abuelo – my mother’s father passed away.’

‘That’s a nice idea. Did you mention tea? Perhaps I’ll feel better when I’ve had some.’ He took my hand and lead me to the kitchen so I could show him where everything was.

‘There’s a packet of biscuits in the cupboard.’ I pointed. He reached in and got out the chocolate biscuits. Tea made and biscuits on a plate, we took them outside where a table and two chairs were set up under the apple tree.

‘I’m beginning to wonder if I’ve made the right decision.’ I mused as I sipped my tea. He nodded and waited me for me to go on. ‘This is a bigger house, and I’m on my own. The other one is smaller, but it’s close to the shops and cheaper to run. I need a car to live here’

‘How long since your mother die?’ he asked.

‘Six months.’ I replied.

‘Is not very long.’ he said ‘you can…’ he paused and corrected himself ‘Can you change where you stay?’

‘At the moment, yes.’ I replied ‘I can live in either place. It’s a difficult decision.’ I looked around ‘This place would be better for a family.’

‘You don’t want to have children?’ he asked. I shrugged.

‘I’m single, it’s not the sort of decision I can make right now.’

‘If you could, would you?’ I smiled.

‘It would depend on my partner’ I replied ‘With the right one, yes.’ He smiled ruefully.

‘I am the only single one in my family.’ he said ‘Mi madre - always she say ‘when are you getting a girlfriend? When will you marry?’ He swirled the tea in his cup and gazed at it. ‘The right person – I never find her. I’m always travelling.’ His phone beeped and he took it out to look at it. ‘I need to get back and get ready for work. You are okay to take me? I can call a taxi.’

‘I’ll be fine to drive. Thankyou so much for helping – and I’m sorry I cried on you.’

‘Is okay, I’m glad I can help.’ He said gently. ‘And tomorrow?’ He asked.

‘I think I need some time to think things over, and I’ve moved most things now.’ His face dropped a little.

‘Okay, but you call me if you need – someone to talk to?’

‘Thankyou. I promise I’ll call you if I need anything.’

‘If you like, we can go out and eat.’ he said gently ‘I like to take you out, you don’t have to worry about what house to be in.’

‘That would be nice, thankyou.’ I got up and picked up the empty cups, taking them to wash up before I locked the house up.

‘Where will you stay tonight?’ he asked as we drove back into town.

‘The town house, I’ve still got Ginger to look after. It won’t be easy getting him used to his new home, though he’ll probably love the garden.’

‘He will be fine.’ he reassured me ‘Okay, you drop me at my flat please.’ We drove the rest of the short way in silence, and I felt a sense of loss as I parked on his street. He turned to me and looked me in the eye, his face full of concern.

‘Are you alright now? He asked, and I nodded ‘I hope you find out what to do. Remember, call me if you need. We can go out soon, yes?’ I nodded.

‘If I don’t call you tomorrow, I will the day after. Thankyou Fabio’ He leaned across and kissed me on the cheek again, but this time he drew back a little and looked searchingly into my eyes again. The hair on the back of my neck stood up.

‘I’d like to be more than a brother.’ he said quietly, brushing my cheek with the back of his hand. I managed a tiny nod and a weak smile, but couldn’t speak. He paused for a beat longer then got out of the car, leaving me to pull my wits about me and drive home.

[dearheart42regenerated]

hoo boy, okay, this is a baaaaad idea and it’s LONG but I’m doing it anyway because I’m genuinely struggling with this, I don’t have an IRL community to turn to, and I want to hear what other lesbians/wlw think about this beyond my own tiny circle. (for the record I’m not a discourse blog, so pleeeease be gentle and don’t drag me into any super messy debates? the most I want to do is get opinions from different people and learn enough to come to my own private conclusions and move on)

I’m a bby lesbian (and a long-time ace) and the “bi-lesbian” thing upsets me too. but I’ve seen an argument brought up that made me stop and think, and I’m kinda stumped about it. the argument is that we're ALREADY using lesbian as an umbrella term, but only get upset about it when bi women do the same. 

for example...when we see a wlw couple walking down the street or getting married, or two women kissing in a TV show or pictures shown on twitter (much like the cute “sword lesbians” story that’s been circulating), MOST of the time, everyone (including us!) tends to automatically call them “lesbians” or a "lesbian couple” or a “lesbian wedding”, etc...without thinking about what their actual orientations are.

I saw another person bring up an experience where her lesbian gf would joke about them "doing lesbianism babey!" but when she tried to do the same as a bi woman, her gf would get mad at her and say she couldn't do that. the main point of all of this is that there's hypocrisy in play - when lesbians put the "lesbian" label on other women, whether irl or fiction, most people don’t kick up a fuss. but when bi women use the label themselves, suddenly it's bad and lesbophobic/biphobic.

this troubles me because I DO see it happen all the time, both online and in the few irl experiences I’ve had. and I think it's a valid point to make (especially because "sapphic" is barely used irl at all). it feels unfair to use "lesbian" with the same-ish looseness we use "gay", and then draw the line at bi women using it too. (there’s also a very real problem of bi ppl with same-gender partners turning to “Gay And Lesbian” spaces cos they have nowhere else to turn, and getting kicked out for not being a “real gay”. there are tangible real-life layers to this discourse that I don’t want to brush off.)

but at the same time, "lesbian" is the only modern word we have (particularly our only mainstream word) to describe our full, unique experience as women who are exclusively attracted to other women/women-aligned people. bi women already have “bisexual” as their recognizable mainstream term, and they also have “queer”, “wlw”, “sapphic”, etc as further options to fine-tune their identity...so it feels just as unfair to use "lesbian” too, and that’s the main reason why the term “bi-lesbian” personally upsets me right now. 

it’s also upsetting because “bi-lesbian” implies that some lesbians could still be open to men, and we already face so much lesbophobic pressure to create space for men in our identity/attraction because “you never know, you might feel attracted to a man someday! sexuality is always fluid y’know! maybe you’re not really a lesbian!” we get that pressure both from the outside world AND often from the rest of the LGBTQ+ community too. it’s really harmful and painful to deal with, especially for those of us who’ve had to deal with comphet and still do (aka meeeee)

putting the rest under a readmore cos this is getting long lol

I wish "bi lesbians” and their supporters would take that stuff into consideration...and I wish I saw more people caring in general about the lesbians who are hurting from this. 

we’re tired of having the worst assumed of us, of being treated as the “bad guys” by other communities every time we speak up about things that hurt us. statistically, we’re one of the smallest groups in the alphabet soup. we barely even have our own flag, and the creator of our most popular one right now is still facing hate, harassment and being unjustly accused of being a TERF/exclusionist/bigot. 

it feels like morale and pride are so low among us right now. we just want people to care about us, to be mindful of how we feel and what we go through as lesbians, to give us the same support and benefit-of-a-doubt that you so easily give to our other LGBTQ+ siblings. 

aaand now I’m just emotionally venting lol but TL;DR - I want to be fair to both sides of this topic, cos that’s the type of person I am. I want to stick up for my own community, but I also want to be inclusive to questioning/struggling people and a good ally to my bi sisters. so help me figure all this out. how do y’all feel about what I’ve brought up here?

lesbians and bi women: how do you feel about the point that we’re already using “lesbian” as a roughly gay-equivalent umbrella term for the women we see in relationships with other women? why shouldn’t bi women use it that way too? if they shouldn’t, why aren’t we pushing harder for alternatives like “sapphic” to use in those cases and telling each other to stop when one of us uses “lesbian” or “lesbianism” incorrectly for unspecified wlw couples?

pro-bi-lesbian people: asking in genuine confusion here, how is using the term “bi lesbian” any better than using “bihet” or “bi straight”? how is it not feeding into the misconception that bisexuals are just “half-gay half-straight”? and why is it worth holding onto that label when a) “bisexual” is a mainstream term that, by definition, already has room to encompass your experience, b) other more specific words that mean the same/similar thing already exist for you (i.e. “sapphic”), and c) your term of choice hurts lesbians by undermining our definition of ourselves and adding to the cultural pressure we face to make room for hypothetical future men in our sexuality?

also I want to make it very clear that I’m NOT blaming “bi lesbians” for men feeling entitled to seduce/harass us, or insinuating that you contribute to rape culture or anything like that. predatory men will be predatory no matter what words we use, I fully acknowledge that. rather my concern is that anyone can put pressure on us (and all too often do) to make room for men in our orientation, including within the LGBTQ+ community, and “bi lesbian” as a term contributes to that type of lesbophobia.

please be nice, or at least civil, and talk to me. I want to listen and see if your opinions will help me find some clarity in my own. you’re free to message me or reblog this with your takes on these issues, but if you reblog, please focus on talking with me and don’t fight each other. I will delete this if things get ugly or out of hand.

[messyworldfanfictions]

Summary: Crowley and Aziraphale are your best friends, you all spend your time together and you can’t imagine living without them. You share everything except sex. But is it really what you want… ? Sometimes, It’s fantastic the way things pan out.

Pairing: Crowley x Aziraphale x Reader & Crowley x Aziraphale

Warnings: Smut. Rough sex. Threesome M/F/M. Gay sex.

Notes: Hi guys ! I’m very happy to show you this, it’s my first fanfiction so … Be gentle ;) ! All constructive criticism are welcome. If you see errors, please tell me, English is not my first language and I apologize for the possible mistakes :/ ! I know it’s a smut but I tried to put a bit of humor ^^. Tell me what you think in the comments and if you want the next chapter (smut only) and have fun ! :D

IMPORTANT : Here is the link of the dress you are going to wear in the fanfiction. If it can helps you to imagine it. ^^

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Chapter 1: The game

Today is your birthday, as every year Crowley and Aziraphale have invited you to celebrate this moment in Crowley’s apartment. You’re so excited! You wait for this evening every year, it’s the best party of the year, you spend your night with the two men you love most, drink alcohol, listen to Aziraphale sermonize Crowley about the way he swears all the time. Play alcohol games to end up lying on the sofa with them by your side. Then you go home.

But sometimes you’d like to never go home and spend the night with them. Sleep with them. It’s hard to admit, but you want to feel their hands caressing your body while the alcohol warms your heart. You want to see them kissing on the mouth, wherever there’s a piece of skin. You have always imagined Crowley dominant, fiery and passionate and you have always imagined Aziraphale soft, patiente and attentive. Crowley is so sexy with his snake walk ready to pounce on his prey and Aziraphale is so charming with his all spruced up look… But you chase all the images out of your mind because they are YOUR BEST FRIENDS for god’s sake!

                    ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━                                                          6 PM                                          Two hours before the party.                    ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

“If I don’t decide to prepare myself, I’m going to be late and Azie will grumble…” You thought, talking to yourself. And your naughty side came back “But maybe I’ll get a punishment… lying on Aziraphale’s thick and soft legs… ” no no no no “STOP IT Y/N” Were you really screaming at yourself ? … It was so hard for you to not think these naughty things about them, you are lucky enough to already know what they look like when they are practically naked because you sometimes help Aziraphale and Crowley choose their clothes when you do shopping. It really helps your overactive imagination even more.

After showering, it’s time to choose your clothes you’re going to wear. You always dress very sexy when you go to see them, because there’s a part of you that wants to seduce them. You like it when Crowley looks at you and tells you you’d be a perfect succubus. You like it even more when Aziraphale looks at you from head to toe in shock and then tells you that you could make him fall. But you know they tell you that to be nice, you know they’re not attracted to women. It’s like “gay friend’s compliments” for you, but you still like those compliments, you feel desired by them just for a moment.

You are wearing black underwear in lace, Crowley’s favorite color. You chose this tight black dress that enhances your shapes. At the front, it goes up to your neck and encircles it with a thin lace strap. The opening at the back of your dress shows your finely drawn back. You slide your fishnet tights along your legs and attach them to your suspenders. Aziraphale loves fishnet tights, he likes it on you and he likes wearing them too. You choose to wear your most beautiful red pumps, color of your passion for them.

Now it’s make-up time ! You opted for a pale skin, smoky black eyes and a pulpy red mouth.

                   ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━                                                        7.50 PM                     You are too early, you are waiting in front of the door.                    ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

You know Aziraphale hates late people so you left your house early. You patiently wait until it’s 8:00 in front of the door, when suddenly you hear through the door :

“Crowley, I don’t think that’s a good idea, I think a more common gift would be better. Can you imagine if she has a bad reaction ?!” Aziraphale’s voice was worried.

“Oh come on Azie, we both know it’s something she’s been wanting for a long time!”

“No no no no no, Crowley. I don’t know! I don’t know! That’s the problem. What if you’re wrong? What if she doesn’t want that… Gift ?!” Your ear glued to the door, you were starting to worry, why were they arguing about your gift? What gift?

“Angel, I’m a demon, she can’t hide from me what she wants deep down.” *Silence* “Ohwww fine ! If she doesn’t like it we can pretend it’s just a joke and…” *Knock Knock*. You haven’t seen the time passed, it’s 8.00 PM. Before Crowley finishes his sentence, you knock at the door. Their conversation was really starting to stress you out. You heard quick steps coming towards you before the door opened. Crowley was standing in front of you with a tense smile, you lean to the side to see that Aziraphale was sitting on the sofa with a false surprised look.

“Oh sweetheart, you’re in advance w-we were t-talking ab-about… uhm…” Aziraphale stuttering. “We were talking about how happy we were to see you, love! Come in, don’t just stand there!” Crowley interrupted him.

You came in with a smile on your face trying to forget what you had heard 10 minutes earlier.

                    ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━                                                           9 PM                   You just finished dinner. You’re going to sit on the sofa.                    ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

You are sitting next to Aziraphale on the sofa and Crowley is sitting on a chair in front of you, there is a table between you, where your glasses of red wine are. You were gossiping about the Archangel Gabriel when Crowley asked :

“Y/N sweetheart, have you found the man of your dreams? You told us about an "Alex”, how are things going with him?“ You didn’t expect this question, rather unusual from Crowley who thinks no man is good enough for you.

"Well, we met a few times but he told me he wasn’t ready to get into a relationship so… I just.. Gave up.” You said.

“What an asshole! He doesn’t know what he’s missing ! Men are so …” Aziraphale says angry. “Langage Azie !” you interrupted him with a mischievous smile. “Sorry sweetheart, what I’m trying to say is that you deserve better!” he responds kissing you on your forehead.

“Soooooo you haven’t had sex in a long time, right? Not too hard?” Said Crowley, out of nowhere.

Aziraphale’s reaction was not long in coming. “Crowley! That’s not a question you ask to a lady! What’s on your mind! »

"Oh, come on! She’s a big girl Azie, let her answer. So, Y/N ?” There you were, with your mouth open, shocked by the question Crowley had just asked you. Of course you talk about sex with them, but in general you have a lot of alcohol in your blood!

Laughing, you answer “I have to admit, it must have been a long time ago, but I’m fine, Crowley, don’t worry.”

“I don’t understand how a woman like you, so beautiful, elegant, smart, sexy, is in need of sex. You should have all men at your feet… It’s a crime to leave you like this…” Aziraphale gave Crowley a dark look. You don’t know what’s going on, but you feel the heat rising to your cheeks. Crowley’s words touch you deeply in your body. You don’t know what to say to what Crowley just said, you’re not going to thank him, no… But if he keeps talking to you like that you won’t be able to hold back your desire to thank him, on your knees.

                   ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━                                                          11 PM                You feel the alcohol running through your body, you’re drunk.                They are too. You are playing a drinking game, truth or dare.                    ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

It was your turn to ask Azie. “Annnngel, t-truth or dare ?”

“Uhmmm… Truth pleeeease!” he said with mocking eyes.

“Okay okay, uhmmm… Have you ever slept with a girl?” you ask smiling.

“Of course I have !” he claims.“I’m an Angel but I’m not perfect !” he whispers with a false exaggerated expression of discomfort.

“It’s your turn Crowley! Ask me !” Meanwhile, Crowley didn’t say anything, he was staring at you he was looking at a part of your body. you followed his gaze and he landed on your legs, your dress went up and was showing your suspenders. Embarrassed, you lowered your dress, your cheeks red. “Sorry about the view Crowley, I didn’t notice that…” “Oh, don’t be sorry, dear” He interrupts you. “The view was perfect, wasn’t it Aziraphale? "Aziraphale looked you in the eyes and then slowly descended towards your body. "Oh yes, perfect. "You wonder if you heard what they just said, you think you’re dreaming. What’s going on? Is it the alcohol or is it hot in this room? You take off your pumps, as if this scorching heat could be reduced with less clothes.

Crowley leans over to you and says, "Remember when I helped you with your car last time? »

"Y-yes, of course, w-why?” you answer shyly.

He looks at you for a few seconds before he talks. “You told me you owed me something, I want this thing to be a truth and a dare. »

So simple! "Ohw yes Crowley, that suits me! I I couldn’t help you fix your car.” You said giggling.

Crowley looked at Aziraphale with a naughty smile. “I start with the truth, Y/N, have you ever fantasized about me and Aziraphale ?” Your face is decomposing. How did He know? Red goes up your cheeks, you hesitate between answering honestly or getting up and running out of the apartment. If you confess your secret, maybe they won’t want to be friends with you anymore? You can tell the truth and pretend it was a joke tomorrow…

You rub your hands together nervously, “Actually, maybe sometimes…” Crowley interrupts you with a wave of his hand, more firmly he says, “Be a good girl, be honest. ». The silence in the room was embarrassing, you had to say something because it was getting suspicious, Aziraphale was looking at you with big eyes, waiting for your answer impatiently. "Y-yes…” you sigh coyly.

“Great” says Crowley softly, almost like a whisper. “Now, it’s dare time! I’m going to put some music and I want you to give us a sexy dance.”

He wasn’t serious, you can’t do that. Not in front of… Them. You look at Aziraphale with an interrogating look, but he says nothing and waits for your answer. Your eyes are glued to the ground, intimidated, “Crowley, uhm… i-i’ll n-not uhm… Give y-you a lap dance, i-i can’t do…”

“Oh no I’m not asking you that, i just want you to give us a sexy dance in front of us, and so we can watch. That’s all ” Crowley’s gaze was different, reptilian. You felt an animosity coming from him, it turned you on but it scared you too.

Aziraphale hastened to speak. “You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to sweetheart. Huh, Crowley?” “Yes, of course,” Crowley replied without taking his eyes off you.

“O-Okay” you said.

Crowley snaps his fingers and the music *Beyonce - Naughty girl* starts. You are smiling now, it was just for fun! You knew it! You knew it! You know Crowley put that song on because he knows you love it, there’s nothing sexual about it! So you start dancing without restraint. You dance like they are not in the same room, you forget them. You move your hips while caressing your face, you put your hand through your hair. You wave your body, close your eyes and feel the music carry you away.

Minutes pass, dancing in this way awakens your sexual appetite, you start moaning while you dance when suddenly you feel strong hands grabbing your hips from behind. You open your eyes, Crowley is in front of you, his eyes darkened by desire, your mouths are so close, they could touch. He leans towards your neck and gives you wet kisses. You turn your head slightly, Aziraphale is against your butt, he presses your hips against his own, burying his nose in your hair. Crowley caresses your legs and lifts your dress slightly. “C-Crowley, A-Az… w-wait…”

It’s like a dream come true, but if it’s just a game for them, they have to stop. The heat rises in your body, you are burning inside, it hurts. Your panties are getting wet. Soon you won’t be able to control yourself. “You just have one word to say, and we stop. Say it love, if you don’t want our hands on your eager body, tell us to stop.” Husked Aziraphale in your ear encircling his arms around you, deliciously caressing your belly.

“N-no, it’s not t-that” you moan. “I-I just…” you stammer. But you just can’t speak anymore, Aziraphale’s hands have gone up to your breasts, he caresses them gently, your nipples harden when he touches them with his angel fingers. Crowley has slipped his hand under your dress, with a firm hand, he takes your chin between his fingers and moves your face up towards his. “Look at me, I want to see the pleasure corrupt your eyes.” While his other hand roughly caresses your private parts. It was exactly as you imagined it would be. Aziraphale so soft and Crowley so rough. So they are not playing a game…

Aziraphale puts his hands inside your dress to have better access to your breasts. Crowley has stopped touching you, he’s just looking at you in the eyes, always holding your chin firmly between his fingers, you want to touch him, you want to give him pleasure too. You can see he’s excited because of the erection in his pants. You can feel Aziraphale’s erection against your butt and it turns you on. You move your hands towards Crowley, to touch that part of his anatomy that you have so dreamed of. But before you can touch him, he slaps your hands away, his hand leaves your chin and comes into your hair. He grabs your hair firmly and pulls it a little. “Did I tell you, you could touch me? ” . “N-no” you said softly.

Crowley looks at Aziraphale mischievously over your shoulder and says, “I think she deserves a little punishment, what do you think, Angel?”

[that-bi-bitch-writes]

the scenario is idk you and a character sleep in after staying up all night and then the sun hits just right 🤌 the character gets up to make yall some coffee but gives you a forehead kiss before leaving i just 😭 idk write that shit idk i see aizawa when i think about that scenario its basic as shit but the amount of serotonin i acquire

pleeeease no moreee im already in love enough with him you're gonna give me terminal gay

[karliesbuzzcut]

I’m wheezing! “Charles Dickens was a writer... One of his most famous quotes was ‘it was the best of times the worst of crimes”! I can’t. I love it. Like,

1. No, the “quote” (I’ll give the Kaylor that one even though it’s not a “quote;” it’s a line or an opening or a sentence, but it’s not like Dickens was out giving inspirational quotes a la Oprah!) is “It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.” Which is what makes Taylor’s “It was the best of times, the worst of crimes” a smart lyric: she references a well-known novel’s first sentence and tweaks it to make it her own.

2. Uh, yes, I also went to middle and high school. And this is “tea” because...? I’ll wait.

DO THEY NOT KNOW WHO CHARLES DICKENS IS? Joe was just in A Christmas Carol, a Dickens adaptation! If they didn’t know who he was from, like, living in the world, they should have figured it out via their obsession with “Toe”! Or is it me? Am I crazy to think, crazy to think that people should know a little tiny bit about English literature? Especially if they also know what color sweater Karlie Kloss wore on June 13, 2015?

———submission

Everything about this is *chef��s kiss*

The ask is great. Of course. Charles Dickens acknowledged the existence of gays. Taylor acknowledges Dickens. Therefore, Taylor is gay.

But the best part is your rant ❤️ more rants pleeeease

[disheveledtranquility]

the rules: answer 17 questions and tag 17 ppl you want to know better

tagged by @eddieswetdream and this was unexpected, but very heartwarming! ❤

nickname: To be honest, my nickname actually is Dahmi. I’ve gone by this nickname online since around 2004, and old habits die hard, so. Friends from the internet that have become IRL friends still call me this. Relates nothing to my real name, which is Heather. You can only know this by my signature in my artwork, although I’m very unknown despite having drawn for many years. I only get noticed when I draw fanart. c’:

zodiac sign: Leo

height: 5'6 according to the doctor I just visited because of a sprained wrist.

hogwarts house: Ravenclaw,  I s’pose

last thing i googled: Venom 2 news (I’m sooo excited)

song stuck in head: Slow Down by Chase Atlantic

following & followers:   52 &  199

amount of sleep i get: During workdays it’s 3-4, weekends it’s around 7. Honestly, I wake up at 1AM for work and am in bed by 7PM reading fanfics until I realize I will only get like 3 hours of sleep.

lucky #s: 4 and 7

dream job: Concept Artist / Illustration

wearing: A black and white sweater by PINK and some thermal pajama bottoms from VS. I’ve been wearing them all weekend because I am lazy at home. (My whole closet is PINK and VS because I work at one of the distribution centers so I get a lot of merchandise benefits, don’t judge me pleeeease.)

favorite songs: Honestly, anything that pleases my moods. I have different playlists of all genres for when I write, when I paint, and when I’m working out. I can’t really think of songs that are my favorite...but I do really favor No light by Florence and the Machine.

instruments: When I was in Middle School I played the flute? I also banged my teeth on that thing during a play, LOL.

aesthetic: Silent Hill (the games, not the movies- they were a disgrace, don’t fight me), the deepest depths of the ocean, red wine, macabre & gore, muted tones and colors, Angler fish, all things Halloween related,  horror & angst, underwater photography, the lingering scent of nicotine on fingertips and the stain it leaves behind

random facts: Oh wow, here we go. Oversharing time that no one asked for, but you’re about to get.

I’m a 90s baby. I used to wear thick coke bottle glasses as a kid because my eyesight has always been shite, but I’ve upgraded to nicer, thinner glasses over the years, yeeees. I sometimes wear contacts, but I feel like I have to wear makeup with them or I look weird, so I wear my glasses more often.

I smoke cigarettes, have been since I was 18 although I tried to quit 4 separate times. 

I was heavily bullied from as far back  as I can remember until I was nearly an adult. By relatives, by schoolmates. Once I almost passed out from being choked on the ground. It’s the real reason I dropped out of school, twice. I was too afraid to go back by 10th grade. I’ve always been a loser. I like to think I’m a blast though, having moved on. :D

I’m an introvert. I’m not one to be the first to reach out to someone because somewhere along the line I expected everyone else to ignore me. I assume I’m a bother, so I keep to myself until someone approaches me and shows an interest. I don’t mean that in an angsty way because I don’t feel it that way. It’s just how I think. 

My emotions are dark in an elegant way in my head and I use it for painting and writing, but my personality- my friends describe me as hilarious and outgoing. 

The first time I ever got feelings for someone was a friend in school I’d grown up with. I remember it feeling very innocent in my head and all I did was want to be closer to her and kiss her. I never even thought about the fact that I was being hella gay because it didn’t matter to me. She didn’t like to hang out with me separately outside the group though, which was depressing, but I did get to dance with her at homecoming because I made a joke about not letting her feel left out because she didn’t have a date. It was the best moment of school for me. ; u ; 

I tend to gravitate to messed up shows and movies, especially ones that are angsty and gay or with gay subtext. idk I’m sunshine ok. lmao

My hyperfixations and fandoms I am in are topics I will probably talk to you forever about if you let me in. I’m 100% willing to bust the door down with tea and cookies just to talk about the shows, games, ect. I’m obsessed with. Nothing but love, fam. 

I’m married, we are polar opposites. 

I’ll tag: @momodashii because all I know about you is that you share my love for Mad’s arms and hands!

I feel bad not tagging more, but the friends I do have on here I know all about, and there are also friends that have left tumblr...I also have mutuals who have already posted this, so I won’t tag them. I also tend to hold onto little tidbits of people’s personalities in tags and posts that tell me more about them, so if I didn’t tag you it might mean I feel like I already know you, even if we haven’t talked.

Please know that I am here if you ever want to become friends!