#how quickly we have forgotten You Can't Say Gay

[alotofpockets]

Serious about you | Leah Williamson x Lioness!Reader

Where you cross a line with your best friend

Warnings: smut (with a plot), 18+ MDNI

A/n: @scribblesofagoonerr thank you for your support throughout writing this one!

Woso masterlist | Words: 2.2k

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“Leah!” You yell out for your best friend when you see her walk through the doors of St. George’s Park for the first time since she had done her ACL. At the sound of your voice she turns around with a smirk on her face, “You’re happy I’m here, aren’t ya? Your day just got ten times better darling’.” You roll your eyes and hug her. 

“Always happy to see you, but the comeback makes it just a tad bit more special.” Leah’s smirk grew impossibly bigger. “Knew you thought I was special.” There was only so much of Leah’s flirty personality you could take at once until your body would go into panic mode, so you decided you had to step away. “Yeah, great seeing you, I gotta gay- go! I gotta go.” You quickly walk off cursing yourself, while Leah’s proud smile goes right past you.

Beth, who noticed the whole interaction, followed you out of the hall. “I see your crush on Leah is going well.” You sink into one of the chairs in the room. “Oh god, people saw that?” The blonde chuckles, “I think everyone saw you run off with a face like a tomato.” What a great start to camp you thought while your face was slowly returning to its regular colour.

“When are you just going to tell her about your feelings?” Beth was well aware of your feelings for the Lionesses Captain, as she was often the one you came to for advice and a listening ear. Her being your roommate this camp would probably come very handy for those reasons, besides Beth of course being a great friend of yours.

“You know I can't, Beth. Everybody knows Leah doesn't do serious relationships.” It was well known that Leah hadn’t had a serious relationship since Jordan, every girl she had seen since was just a meaningless hookup, so there really was no use in you ever confessing your feelings for her. 

Once you’ve come down from your embarrassing moment on the first day back at camp, you and Beth join the rest of the girls again. It was great seeing everyone again, and your embarrassment was soon forgotten.

The next morning the dining hall was buzzing with energy and laughter. Everyone was happy to be reunited, and was catching up on the time since they had last seen each other. Beth nudged your shoulder, “Look who’s coming over.” 

Your heart started racing as Leah walked in your direction with a beaming smile. Internally you were screaming at yourself, Leah was your best friend, you shouldn’t panic every time she’s near. It used to not be this bad, but ever since Leah started making flirty comments towards you, your brain just went full mush.

“Morning, love. Did you sleep well?” You tried to sound casual, but your mind went a little numb at the nickname she only used on you. “Morning, Lee. Yeah, I slept well. How about you?”

“I slept great. Any plans for today?” Oh god she wanted to have an even longer conversation, while you still had the love on your mind. You glance at Beth for help, but she just raises an eyebrow and smiles, clearly enjoying your discomfort. “Uhm well just training with the team and recovery after.”

Leah nods contently, “Alright sounds good. I’ll make sure we’re paired up for drills so we can catch up some more.” You smile and nod, “Looking forward to it.” Leah smiles and turns around to get her own breakfast. 

You turn back to Beth, “Looking forward to it? Why did I say that?” Beth rolls her eyes, “Well, clearly because you’re in love with the woman.” You groan, “Don’t say that out loud!” Beth laughs at your antics, “Relax, it’s just drills. Also, it’s just Leah.” With a huff you respond, “Yeah, just Leah. Mind telling my mind that when it stops working when she’s near?”

One thing about Leah was that when it concerned football, she was always serious. So, while you were running drills with her as your partner, the flirty side of Leah subsided. It wasn’t like she was only serious, you were still having fun while training. You were actually very much enjoying spending time with Leah like this, no embarrassing yourself this way.

Over the next couple of days the team was in full training mode, which came with plenty of recovery where you would relax with the girls. There were movie nights where Leah would sit besides you and put her arm around the back of the couch, and team walks where Leah would always find her way to your side. 

Tonight on the final day before your first match, you joined a few of the girls to recover in the hotel hot tub. You were deep in conversation with Beth and Lotte when Leah walked up to the hot tub, “Got room for one more?” She takes off her training top, leaving her in her sports bra and shorts like the rest of the girls. Only since Leah wasn’t like the rest of the girls to you, your eyes fell on her toned stomach, making you fully space out on the conversation you were having. 

“Earth to y/n.” Beth says loud enough for only you and Lotte to hear. You snap your eyes away from Leah at Beth poking your shoulder. “You’re drooling.” You want to defend yourself, but you know there is no use since she had seen you staring on full display. 

You tried your best to keep your eyes away from Leah, but each time you glanced over you were either faced with a smile or a smirk from the blonde, making your heart beat faster. On the other side of the hot tub, outside of your field of hearing Keira nudged Leah, “I think you might give her a heart attack if you keep flexing, mate.” Which only made Leah smirk again.

Slowly more and more of the girls started leaving the hot tub, until only you and Leah were left. She sat with her arms spread over the edge of the small pool, and you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander. You don’t know what came over you to check her out without anyone around the two of you to cause enough distraction for it to go unnoticed. 

“Are you just going to keep staring from the other side, or are you going to come join me?” Leah asked with glint behind her eyes that you couldn’t quite place. You move across the hot tub and sit down beside her. She moves her arm that was laying on the edge behind you to your shoulder and starts drawing patterns on it with her fingers.

You hadn’t said a word to Leah since the other girls left, and your eyes were focussed on a glimmer in the water. Leah was doing things to your body right now that you couldn’t control. “You had no problem checking me out when the girls were here, what has gotten you so shy now?” Your only reaction was the blush spreading over your cheeks and the way you swallowed hard. Leah moved her other arm to turn your head her way softly by your chin. She was about to say something, when she realised that you were staring at her lips.

Leah starts slowly leaning in, to give you enough time to stop what was about to happen. You didn’t make her stop, so she placed her lips gently on yours. When Leah realised you weren’t kissing her back, she quickly pulled away again. “Sorry, I thought there was a vibe.” That’s the moment you sprung to life. “There was, sorry.” Leah’s smile returned to her face, “There was?” You nod and lean in this time.

You knew you should stop, but this was the only way you would ever have Leah and besides every fibre in your body telling you that this was only going to end up hurting you, you just couldn’t stop. Before you knew it, you were sitting in Leah’s lap and the two of you were fully making out. 

When Leah’s hands started moving up your thighs, you broke the kiss and halted her. Leah was about to apologise, but you were quick to speak first, “It’s okay, just not here.” You said looking around. Even though the area was currently empty, it was still a public place, and you were not about to have a stranger or even worse one of your teammates walk in on you.

With big towels around your bodies, you made it to Leah’s room. Leah had never been happier to have a room to herself during camp, the perks of being the captain. Without missing a beat, she closes the door behind you and pushes you up against it. Every thought of this not being a good idea left your mind the moment she slotted her leg between yours.

Leah’s hands roamed your body, losing both your towels in the process. It all happened very fast, the next thing your remaining clothes were scattered around Leah’s room and you were laying in her bed. Leah was laying on top of you and kissing your neck, with her hands between your legs. 

The pleasure she was bringing you with simply her lips and her fingers, was overwhelming and perfect at the same time. At no point did you want her to stop, even telling her “More.” A couple of times between pants, which Leah happily obliged to. 

You didn’t realise you had fallen asleep until you woke up the next morning, still naked in Leah’s bed. At first you’re a little disoriented but then it all comes flooding back to you. You crossed a line with your best friend. Your best friend that you were in love with. Your best friend who is the captain of your team. 

Quickly but quietly you get out of bed and put on a clean training kit from Leah, since yours was still wet from carelessly being thrown on the floor last night. You take your own stuff with you and throw it in the laundry on your way back to your own hotel room.

“Well good morning to you, stranger.” You had hoped Beth had still been asleep and you could pretend that you had come in after she had gone to bed last night, but all of that was out the window now that she was looking at you with questions behind her eyes. You confess everything to Beth, who simply cheers you on for finally acting on your feelings. It doesn’t feel that way to you though, Leah didn’t know about your feelings, and knowing Leah this was just a one time thing. At least that was what you were telling yourself. 

Before you could talk about it more, you had to head to breakfast since you had an early bus to take for your first match. You didn’t get to talk to Leah, and quite honestly you were trying your best to ignore her for the time being. 

The first time you interacted with Leah was after the match when you had given your jersey to a fan in the strands. Leah had rushed to your side and handed you her jacket. You thanked her before bringing your focus back to the fans. 

On the bus ride back, you avoided Leah again, opting to sit next to Lotte instead of Leah or Beth. You didn’t know what you wanted, but talking about last night was definitely not it. Back at SGP everyone goes their own way again. You opt on staying with some of the girls in the lounge and put on a movie. About halfway into the movie Keira walks in, “Hey y/n, Leah wants to see you in the meeting hall.” 

You curse yourself, this was it. You had ruined your national career because you couldn’t stop yourself. Nervously you opened the door and found Leah leaning against one of the tables with her arms crossed. Her first words came as a surprise to you, “Why did you leave this morning?”

For a moment you don’t know what to say, standing in front of her with a slightly furrowed brow. “You wanted me to stay?” Leah’s serious expression softened, “Yes, of course I wanted you to stay.” You take a deep sigh, knowing you need to speak your mind. “Lee, last night was… amazing, but you don’t do serious relationships. I left because I didn’t want to make it awkward.”

Leah realises what you’re talking about. “Look, I know I’ve got a bit of a reputation concerning that, but this is different. I haven’t brought a girl home for months because you’ve been clouding my mind. I’m serious about you. Last night meant everything to me, and if it did for you too, I would really like to explore this new territory with you.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, Leah was feeling similar to how you were feeling about her? “It did mean everything to me too. I- sorry, I didn’t expect this, I am a bit at a loss for words.” Leah smiled and stepped towards you. “Maybe instead of using words, I can kiss you?” You nod and Leah crashes her lips on yours. 

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[mindmelter]

Tamed Aliens

As I walked my two small dogs to the park, I spotted these two hot and sweaty men playing tennis on the court.

They were so hot and muscular, their sweat glistened bodies moving with the grace of professional tennis players. I was so entranced by the sight of them playing that I didn’t even notice the time passing.

"Have you lost something?" One of them suddenly asked, looking at me. By the tone of his voice, he didn't seem amused.

I looked at him with wide eyes, realizing that I had been staring for quite some time. "N-no," I stuttered, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Just enjoying the game. That's all."

The man scoffed, his handsome features contorting into a look of irritation. "Enjoying the game huh? We can see your tiny boner from miles away, you fucking perv! Aren't you ashamed of yourself? If you don't get the fuck out of here-"

Before he could finish, his teammate interjected with a hand on his shoulder, his eyes looking down to the growing bulge in my shorts. "Take it easy, Alex. Let's wrap the game for today."

"No! I'm tired of fags thinking It's ok to ogle us," Alex retorted, walking towards me. My two dogs started to growl and bark at him as he approached; suddenly, two metallic bugs crawled out of their fur. The tiny alien creatures were too fast, the tennis player—whose name I learned to be Alex—didn't even notice one of the tiny metallic creatures scurrying toward him. Crawling up his body and latching itself onto his nape. He froze mid-walk, his body stiffening. His eyes rolled back into his head, and his mouth fell open as he dropped the tennis racket to the ground.

I sighed in relief. The other bug slithered towards his teammate, who was standing by the net, wiping his forehead with a towel.

But unlike his friend, he noticed the metallic, shining bug approaching. He quickly grabbed his tennis racket, and when the bug jumped toward him, he swung and hit it. However, he lost sight of the bug. 'What the hell was that?' he asked his teammate, Alex, who now had an eerie smile on his face. Alex walked to him with a strange walk, looking as if he had forgotten how to walk, his steps clumsy and awkward. I could tell he had something in his hand.

"Dude, what's wrong with you?" His friend asked, confused. He didn't have a chance when Alex slapped his nape, attaching the other bug to it, immediately making his eyes roll back.

Suddenly his eyes went back to normal, but as he tried to take a step, he lost balance and fell to the ground.

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"Hey Master, look, I'm riding a horse," The hot tennis player sitting on his friend's back said. His equally hot and rude teammate was on all fours with a tennis ball inside his mouth as he crawled on all fours.

I can't take these two anywhere, I thought.

If you looked behind them, you would see they had something on their napes. The aliens were tiny and looked like metallic ticks; they would take control of their hosts by latching onto their spinal cords. So, while they were attached to a body, they would remain in control of it, and if they stayed too long, the host would become permanently mindless, which was the case for most of their human hosts.

They were a parasitic species from another world, I had no idea how they got here, but I was grateful I was the one who found them. Dogs suited them well because when they took over humans, they could only make their hosts crawl on all fours. For some reason, bipedalism was too difficult for them.

That meant I couldn't walk with them in public with human hosts because, let's say, It's not very common to see men walking on all fours in public unless you're at a gay parade.

One day I helped them take over my hot neighbor, who was walking his two dogs. It was then that I had the idea to use his dogs as hosts every time I wanted to walk the aliens out. luckily I had tamed the aliens well and had made them totally obedient to me, so they agreed without asking.

Now, they had taken over these two hot tennis players, one of them was riding his friend like a horse; I won't lie; the sight was very hot. I kneeled on my heels in front of the once aggressive hunk on all fours and took the tennis ball off his mouth; he just looked at me with innocent, happy eyes, the eyes of a guy who just had his brain taken over by a less intelligent alien creature. He had his tongue sticking out while he stared at me, it was so cute.

I stood up and tossed the ball on the other side of the court. "The one who gets the ball first, I will let suck my cock. Go!"

Their eyes bulged and they both ran on all fours to catch the ball with their mouths. I watched as the two muscular tennis players arrived at the same time, and each one took a bite of the tennis ball; they started fighting for the ball like angry dogs.

My cock got even harder at the sight, so I decided to leave them fighting for the ball for a while, barking at each other and wrestling as if their life depended on it, it was a show that only I had the privilege of witnessing, all the fighting only made their hot bodies even more sweaty. But when they started biting each other, I finally intervened.

"That's enough boys! Stop this right now!" I shouted.

They froze as they heard me, Alex in the middle of biting his friend's right pec. I grabbed a tennis racket nearby and walked towards them. "You two, get on all fours right now!"

They both obeyed, getting on all fours. I walked behind them and pulled down their white shorts, exposing their big muscular asses. I licked my lips and then, with the tennis racket, hit Alex first. He let out a whimper as I spanked his ass with the racket, "Bad boy! Very bad boy, biting your friend? What were you thinking?" I said as I spanked him, the racket leaving a red mark on his cheeks. Then I did the same with his teammate until their asses were left red. I dropped the racket and unzipped my pants. "There's plenty of cock for both of you. There's no need to fight."

They both kneeled in front of me now, panting with sweat dripping from their hard muscles. "Sorry Master," They said in unison.

"It's ok, boys. Now come here and worship my cock, you guys need to learn how to share." I pulled out my throbbing cock. They looked up to my cock hovering over their faces and hungrily started licking it, each one taking a share of my cock. I grabbed Alex's teammate's head and shoved my entire length inside his throat, when I felt I was about to cum, I pulled out, resting only the head on his wet tongue, and then finally coated it with my cum. "Don't swallow," I said, looking down at the muscular player looking up at me with red eyes and a mouth full of cum; I could cum again just by that sight. "Share it with your buddy."

He obeyed and French kissed his friend. As they sloppily made out with each other, I took off the two leather leashes from the dogs and put them on their necks; I was going to take them home with me on all fours. Suddenly the Idea of being seen walking two hot men on leashes didn't sound that bad.

[springseasonie]

Auralism Pt4 | PJS + ZCL (M)

Jisung x reader x Chenle

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

Summary: Immediately after your interesting introduction to your long time favorite voice actor, you walk to the back of your place of employment and see someone you weren't expecting.

Warming: sexual content, dom Jisung, sub Chenle, switch-ish reader, voyeurism, a little gay tension ???

Word count: 4,8k

A/N: had to write this like 3 times to finish it then I deleted it immediately after finishing on accident but then we got the doc back 🎉🎉 trials and tribulations my friends but it's finally done!! Very sorry for making promises I couldn't keep but I hope you all like it

Something told you to check the back room for your charger but you didn't expect to see the man you just said bye to 5 minutes ago with his dick in his hands. It's like time froze, the way you and Chenle stared at each other in that room. His eyes wide and your hand gripping the door knob. It was like a silent war being fought. Who would say something first, who would make the first move. Chenle glanced at your feet while watching you stare at the cameras. There was one pointing directly at the back of the counter like always.

It shouldn't have taken you this long to put two and two together, but it did and now alarms are going good in your head. You turned your head, looking away from him for a split second, but in that second, Chenle stood up and grabbed you. Your body instantly froze, a sharp gasp leaving your lips as the door slammed behind you, leaving you in the room with him.

“I know this looks bad but-”

“Looks bad,” you said, brows scrunched in confusion. “Your dick is out.”

Chenle looked down, realizing he was still in a very compromising position. Quickly, he turned and fixed himself, face as pale as ever. He's ever been so embarrassed in his life. Chenle wouldn't say he's the best at bidding his perverted thoughts, but he does a damn good job. But this time, he has no idea how he let himself slip up.

“Were you watching me?” You already knew the answer to the question, mouth becoming dry with each second that passed.

Chenle turned around, empty eyes staring at your bizzare expression. He wanted to say something badly, but he couldn't help himself but let his mind wander under your gaze of scrutiny. The fiery look in your eyes made him hot, the anger in your voice made him sweat.

“I-I was,” he admitted.

You gulped, taking deep breaths to try and stop yourself from becoming angrier than you already were. You never took him to be that kind of person but looks can clearly be deceiving. You and Chenle have always kept things on a very normal note, friendly conversation and brief contact outside of work, so to you, all of this was completely left field. But to him, he would think about it all the time. Chenle is good at hiding his feelings. He can keep it cordial with you if need be, playing the character of the nice reliable male coworker. But once he's clocked out, all he can think of is your pretty lips, the leggings you wear to work, the way you talk. He's obsessed with you and there's only one way to get you off his mind.

“That's a really fucked up thing to do,” you said, voice raising a bit. “That's a creep thing to do. You're a fucking creep.” For a moment, Jisung's presence in the building was completely forgotten. The only thing you could do is focus on your anger, trying to bite your tongue in the best way possible. A shiver shot up your spine watching him stare at your lips, the frown on your mouth not deterring him from his sinful thoughts. For some reason you kind of liked it.

“I'm really sorry,” he said. “I just…I don't know.”

“You're joking right? Instead of actually talking to me you watch me like a fucking weirdo.”

Your words travel right to his dick, degrading giving him a sense of gratification. The annoyance and anger you have for the current situation blinds the clear lustful expression on the man's face. Chenle can't speak knowing he has absolutely no rebuttal to anything you're saying, nodding at every word that comes out of your mouth.

“Fucking sick perverted freak,” you groan, reaching for your jacket and bag. You picked it up swiftly, leaving Chenle to stare at you with longing in his eyes.

Opening the door, you stared at your feet, not seeing the figure that stood in front of you, walking right into him.

“Did I scare you?” Jisung's deep voice snapped your chin up, looking at him with wide eyes after completely forgetting about him. Chenle stood and watched, a hint of jealousy starting to brew in him but also curiosity. He watched you fuck him on camera but would it be different in front of him? Would you be more shy and timid or would you turn it up a notch? Chenle wouldn't describe himself as a voyeur, but he's tempted to take on that label full time.

Jisung is an attractive guy, tall, deep voice, nice lips. Of course you're into him, he's practically perfect. Chenle doesn't think he's inferior to him, just a little different. Regardless, you're still attracted to him so it doesn't matter who you have sex with, he'll still have a chance.

“I'm sorry I forgot you were out there,” you said in a panic, only for Jisung to shrug his shoulders.

“Well I see that,” he says. He looks up from you, facing the man who stood across the room. “And who is this?”

Jisung eyes him closely, eyes moving up and down to size him up. You look at him nervously, gulping at the unwanted interaction. You didn't want this to end your chances of ever seeing him again, wanting for Chenle to go home as quickly as possible. But every time you looked at him he was hoping he didn't have to leave. He stood there silent as he allowed his hard on to grow more and more slowly. Was he thinking about fucking you and Jisung watches or the other around? Or was he thinking about Jisung and himself fucking you at the same time?

“Chenle.” You answer. “He was…”

“Watching us?” Jisung looks at you, brow raised when your brows furrow.

“I-I was not-”

“Don't lie,” Jisung said. Deep voice filled the room. “you're a creep.” Chenle watched Jisung sneak his hand around your waist, pulling you to his body. He pressed your hips against his groin, burying his face in your neck. A smirk slid across his face watching Chenle’s eyes widen at the sight, staring at Jisung's hands sliding down your hips and between your legs.

Chenle takes the scene in, your small gasp tickling his ears as he watches the man rub you between your leggings. He can feel the blood moving right to his dick making it harder and harder. He watches Jisung take his other hand off your hip and place it on your neck, holding your jaw firmly.

“Look at him Y/N, he looks like he's gonna explode,” Jisung says in your ear.

You look at Chenle whose cheeks are like tomatoes. Mouth slightly open, lips dry as he watches you get felt up steps away from him. He wants to touch you too, to feel you, hear you. You were beginning to enjoy this, Jisung touching you like he owned you and Chenle being forced to watch like a sad puppy. Jisung rubbed your clothes clit, smirking as you let out soft moans. 

“You're so pretty. Right Chenle? Isn't she pretty?” 

He gulped, breath hitching when the younger male suddenly turned his attention to him. “Y-yes of course.” 

“Prove it.” 

Chenle gave him a blank stare. “W-what?” 

“Show her how pretty you think she is.”

Chenle watches Jisung reach into your pants, your hands wrapped around his wrist as he begins to toy with your body, moans pouring from your lips. Mindlessly, Chenle's hands reach into his own as well, wrapping his palm around his cock, pumping it slowly.

“Fuck,” you whine softly, pushing your body against Jisung's hand more. Your eyes were closed, but there was no doubt Chenle's eyes were on you. Jisung kissed your forehead, circling his fingers in your soaked cunt while you grind, a scene that played in Chenle's mind for a long time. 

The male across the room kept pumping himself as slow as possible, not wanting to cum too fast from watching you. “Shit,” he mumbled.

“Tell her what you like about her,” Jisung ordered, blinking slowly at the man in front of him. 

“I..uh..” he could barely think straight. All he could think about was pushing the guy away and taking you right there. Feeling your tight pretty pussy around him, making you scream his name. “I like her eyes..”

Jisung scoffed, his gaze on you permanent as he slowly pushed two fingers into your wet hole. 

“J-Jisung, fuck,” you whines softly, knees feeling like jelly when he begins to move them in you. 

“I know baby, I know,” he mumbles. 

Chenle hadn't realized how fast he was pulling himself, hand constantly moving like it had a mind of its own. His heavy breathing was heard all over the room, so much so it caught your attention. You opened your eyes, staring right at him. His flushed cheeks, furrowed brows, pretty lips. You're loving this more and more as the seconds go by, wanting to torture him a little bit more. 

“Her eyes can't be the only thing you like.” 

Chenle opens his mouth, but can barely focus with the way you're grinding on Jisung's fingers, desperate for more as you maintain eye contact with him. “I-I like her lips. The way she says my name. I like her..fuck..her nice ass..” 

Your lips curve into a smirk hearing him speak, begging him to keep speaking. 

“Prettiest voice, prettiest moans..” 

Chenle is breathless at this point, mouth dry watching you bite your lip, furrowing your brows at the combination of Jisung's fingers and Chenle's praise. The sweat glistening on your forehead under the dim lighting made you even prettier. The boy's soft pants were turning into moans, hand quickly pumping himself as Jisung speeds up his fingers inside of you.

“Ji, oh fuck,” you whimpered, legs clamping around his hand.

“Gonna come for me, hm? Cum all over yourself like a dirty little slut?” 

He watches you, lips between his teeth as you nod fast, not daring to tear your eyes from him. His fingers continue pounding into your sloppy wet hole, the sound of your pussy filling the room. Your eyes roll back, pressure building in your stomach faster and faster. Your walls are getting tighter and tighter around his fingers, mouth open as you moan over and over again. 

“I-Im cumming, fuck Jisung,” you moan, head falling on his shoulder, body shaking at the feeling. Your cream all over his hand, hips pushing on his fingers more and more as you reached your high. 

The both of you completely forgot about the other body across the room, lost in each other's touch and feeling. Chenle didn't even realize he came until he removed his hand from his pants, the sticky liquid all over his hand making him cringe. He's never been in a situation like this before, watching someone have sex right in front of him, being caught watching someone. It's a turn on, a sensation he never knew existed. 

“Chenle,” Jisung stated, “get on your knees.”

“W-what?” 

“Get down.” 

Chenle felt his stomach erupt in nerves, carefully falling to his knees on the other side of the room. He watches you walk up to him carefully, the prettiest glow in your skin that he's ever seen. The man is silent as he watches you undress in front of him, shoes go first, your leggings come down painfully slow. He needed you so badly he could practically taste you already, already seeing how much you came through your panties.

“You don't get to touch her till I say so,” Jisung says, coming behind you placing his hands on your hips. 

Chenle gulped, still watching you from his lashes. You hadn't said a word, allowing Jisung to take the lead on the entire situation and for some reason that scared him. 

“What do you want from her right now?” 

Chenle gazed at you, a dreamy expression in his eyes while watching your hand trail done to your panties. “I want to taste her.” 

“I'll let you if you apologize,” you respond, a shaky breath falling from your lips when your finger grazes your swollen clit. 

“I-Im sorry.” 

“For?”

The man looked like a puppy below you, brows knit, faint whines coming from him. If he had a tail, it would be wagging off the charts. His hands are grabbing at his pants, his hard on so clearly visible. He's nervous, not sure what to say and it's making him sweat but he has to say something. 

“For…uh…”

“For being a creep,” you finish, tone a bit stern. He nods, making you raise your brow slightly. “Say it.” 

“I'm sorry for being a creep.” 

“And?”

He gulps. The back and forth is beginning to frustrate him, just wanting to move your ruined panties to the side and give you what you've been dying for. But he knows he needs to do whatever you ask. After all, he is in the wrong. 

“And watching you in secret.” 

“Good boy,” you mumbled with a soft smile. Jisung rubbed circles in your hips, watching you pull your soaked underwear to the side. Chenle didn't wait for a single second before letting his mouth attach to your core. He ate you like a starved man, sucking and licking any part of you he could. Chenle's sweaty palms grabbed your legs, squeezing your thighs as if they were stress balls. 

“Fuck he's really going at you baby,” Jisung's raspy voice spoke in your ear, hands slipping under your shirt massaging your breasts. Jisung kisses your neck softly and slowly, grinding his clothed cock on your ass. 

“Fuck Chenle,” you whimper softly. He sucks your clit nice and hard, slurping noises filling the room. “Just like that.” 

He looks at you through his lashes, big brown eyes staring at you for approval as he flicks his tongue on your sensitive bud. Chenle keeps going, unable to hold back making you begin to shiver. Chenle feels your legs getting weak, but the other male behind you holds you up. He starts to groan, feeling you grind on his mouth, wanting to feel more of him. Chenle sticks his tongue out, allowing you to grind on his face more. 

“You look so pretty, baby. Keep fucking his face, just like that,” Jisung whispers in your ear, instantly giving you butterflies. 

“Oh fuck,” you whine, grabbing Chenle's hair pulling him closer to you. He flicked his tongue on your sensitive bud faster, his groans turning you on more and more. He sucks your clit hard, your eyes rolling back at the feeling, getting closer and closer to your orgasm. “Shit.. you're such a good boy..” 

“Are you gonna cum in his mouth,” Jisung whispers. 

You nod, moans getting louder and louder by the second. Your grip on his hair got stronger, making the boy whine in pain and pleasure. You could feel him melt in your hands when you came, legs trembling when his tongue lapped up your juices, eyes never breaking from your pretty face. 

But before Chenle could get too carried away, Jisung pulls your hand off his head, pulling his face from your legs. He was a mess, his hair disheveled, lips pink and plump, face wet with your cum. He's never been this desperate for a girl in his life, but you bring it out in him in the most embarrassing way possible. 

“You had your fun,” Jisung mumbled, pulling your body from the man on the ground. “Now I'll have mine, and you're gonna stay there and watch.” 

Without a word of protest, the man pulled you to the small couch that was on the wall behind you, plopping into it. He watches you, eyes never leaving your body as you climb on top of him. You hadn't had sex in ages, the sheer anticipation of feeling him inside you sending you off your rocker. The location of the sinful act didn't even cross your mind, your place of employment now feeling like a second home in a way. 

Chenle almost immediately took his cock from his pants, pumping it to the sight of you on top of the other man, watching you grind and kiss him. He couldn't see your face, but he didn't need to, not when your ass was perfectly fine. His eyes traced the lines of your back, hand squeezing his shaft as he wished it was himself you were on top of. 

Jisung kisses you in the sloppiest way possible. Tongue and saliva everywhere, his hands all over your body. You put your hands on his shoulders, lips still locked to each other's as you feel his hands rubbing your thighs, snaking to your ass. His big hands squeeze you, pushing you on his hard cock for more stimulation. 

“I wanna sit on your cock,” you mumble on his lips, peppering kisses on his jawline. 

Jisung says nothing, just reaches down into his shorts, pulling out his rock hard cock. You straddled his lap, knees sinking into either side of him. The male underneath you, pulls your panties to the side, pressing his tip into you. From how much you struggled to get him into your mouth, you knew getting him inside you was going to be a challenge. 

“Fuck,” you sighed, brows knitting when you felt a slight stretch. 

“You can do it baby.” Jisung's breathe hitches the moment he feels your walls engulf his tip, squeezing around him him. It was taking everything in him not to just ram into you at the moment. His head falls back, your eyes still on his face. Chenle watched you, eyes burning into your back as he watched you grind on the man, taking in every inch of your body in. 

With every move you made, Chenle matched in his hands, stroking himself as you grind slowly, speeding up when you sped up. Your moans made him shiver, groaning softly as he squeezed himself in his palms. Chenle nearly came when you looked over your shoulder, staring right at him as you moved the scene feeling like it came right out a porno. 

Jisung held onto your hips, fingertips pressing into your sides tight. He couldn't stop thinking about how you probably dreamt of this moment, thought about fucking him all the time, riding him till you cried. He could tell by your face that you were completely lost in the movements. So wet, he could slip out of you at any time. “Fuck baby, you feel so good,” he groaned, brows furrowed. 

Jisung smirked, eyes looking over your shoulder to see the other man jerking himself at an embarrassingly fast pace watching you ride him. Jisung held your hips tight, taking in your whimpering as you began to move faster. “Fuck, so big,” you whine, holding his shoulders tight. Your body shivers in his hands, hot skin making his palms sweat.

The sounds from your lips almost sent Chenle into overdrive, your sweet soft voice crying out and begging for more making him harder and harder. Chenle shivered when his fingertips dragged over his sensitive tip, the action making his hips buck into his hand. All he could do was imagine it was your tight pussy around his throbbing cock, imagine you were riding the life out of him. Chenle watches the way Jisung digs his fingers into your flesh, drinking every indent the man makes in your skin. He just wants to touch you, fuck you, make you feel good, but you won't let him. He doesn't mind, at least you didn't smack him and kick him out. 

Jisung slides his hands to your ass, squeezing tight as he begins to groan softly. “Just like that baby girl,” he said, a raspy voice filling your ears. “You wanna cum on my cock?” 

“Y-yes..” A gasp flies out your lips when Jisung lifts  you off his lap, laying you down on the couch. The man threw your leg in the air, sitting it on his shoulder as he stuffed his cock back inside you. You could barely catch your breath when he began drilling into you, your moans turning into whines and cries of pleasure all while lying there staring at Chenle who was still watching in awe. 

Chenle pumped his cock faster, watching the way your chest rose as you breathed. Your face fell on the dirty fabric, eyes fluttering open to look directly into his. A smile pulled your lips as you reached your hand between your legs, rubbing your clit as you watched him. Seeing him absolutely lost in you, helpless and desperate, wanting to feel you and be inside you, made you feel powerful. Chenle's moans were music to your ears, Jisung's hands all over your body, your senses heightened. 

“Fuck..I'm gonna cum,” you moaned breathlessly. 

“Yeah,” Chenle, sucking in his breath fast when he started to feel himself getting close. You watched him watch you moan uncontrollably, your lust taking over your senses seeing how fucked out he already was with just his hand. 

“Chenle,” you whimper, making the boy's eyes go wide. “Chenle, I'm so fucking close.”

Jisung didn't bat an eyelash, smirking as he continued to fuck the life out of you. His lip slipped between his teeth watching you rub your sensitive clit faster, pounding into you harder. “That's my girl,” he grunted. “Keep playing with yourself, cum all over me.” 

Your fingers kept rubbing, eye contact never breaking with Chenle while Jisung kept going as if he wasn't even there. The teary look on your face sent the man into overdrive, just that one look making him spill out all over his hand with a loud moan. Chenle couldn’t bear to look away from you, so pretty and sweaty, eyes wet with lust and desire. He's pathetic and he knows it, but if it makes you happy he'll live with it.

Jisung's grip on your leg tightens, his climax closer and closer. You can recognize those moans and grunts from anywhere, knowing he was about to cum. 

“Cum Jisung, cum in me,” you whimpered, mascara covering your cheeks. “Shit, shit..” Your orgasm hit you like a car, your whimpers turning into loud cries, body jerking underneath the man on top of you. Jisung still continued to pound into you, practically fucking the breath out of your body. With every gasp that left your lips, he went harder. Your trembling hands reached up, grabbing at his chest as you whined loudly. 

“I'm almost there, baby girl..” you were so tight around him, he was surprised he could even move. Jisung pounded into you until he came deep inside you, holding his breath as he released inside of you. “Fuck,” he groaned. 

A calm silence fell over the room, nothing but breathing bouncing off the walls and into your ears. You're hot, sweaty and completely delirious to the events that have just taken place within the past 30 minutes. Having sex with your favorite voice actor in front of your hot perverted coworker was not in your plans for the night, but you definitely cannot complain. 

“I can cross that off my bucket list,” Jisung chuckled, breaking the silence. “Jesus, that was fucking crazy..” 

“Yeah,” you agreed. But that was the only thing you could say. You couldn't even look at Jisung, let alone Chenle who still sat on the floor in front of you two. That's when you and Jisung hear shuffling, turning your heads to look at the man standing up in a hurry, shoving his now flaccid cock back into his pants. 

“I-I uh… I have to go.” Chenle grabbed his things hastily, bolting for the door without sparing either of you a second glance. 

Before you protest, the door slams, leaving you and Jisung alone. You look up at the man, mouth open in shock. 

“Wasn't that fun,” he says, beaming a tired smile at you. Jisung pulls out, his cum slowly dripping out of you onto the black couch. 

“That was…something else.” You're still shell shocked, the events not yet setting in. Jisung shuffles from between your legs, fixing up his pants and clothes. That's when you notice just how naked you actually were. “Fuck,” you mumbled. 

Putting your clothes back on, your legs felt sore from holding them in position for too long. A small hiss left your lips, making Jisung chuckle softly. “I did a bit much, didn't I,” he questioned. 

“Nothing I didn't like.” 

You stand up, slipping your shoes on while he towers over you, watching you silently with a smirk on his face. “Give me your number.” 

Your eyebrows shoot to your forehead, somewhat confused and surprised at his request. “My number?”

“Did you think I was gonna fuck you and never speak to you again? Especially when you're such a devoted fan?”

There it goes, your stomach erupting into butterflies like earlier. “You always know the right things to say,” you laugh. You're trying to keep it together, but unfortunately you're easy to read. 

“So, can I have it?” He licks his lips, eyeing you down like he's going to devour you. 

You gulp, nodding at his request. 

“Good girl. I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

~

Walking into work the next day made your head rattle. All you could focus on were the sinful acts that took place behind that very counter your coworker Lily stood. You try to keep it normal, saying hi to everyone before walking into the back. 

Your body tenses when you see Chenle putting his things in his locker, the man turning around hearing your footsteps. You were expecting him to ice you out, but he gave you a small smile, nodding his head at you. 

“Hey,” he greeted, completely monotone. 

“Hey..” you put your things in your locker, gulping as he stood there, trying to not make it obvious that he was staring at you. But the awkward energy was eating away at your insides so you had to say something. “About yesterday I-”

“I'm sorry I stormed out. I was completely overwhelmed and embarrassed,” he interrupted. 

Your brows scrunch, head cocked to the side in confusion. “Embarrassed? Why were you-”

“I shouldn't have watched you like that. I'm sorry,” he admitted, avoiding eye contact. 

Your expression was blank, trying to compute his words. “Chenle, I don't care about any of that.” 

“Oh…”

“I wanted to tell you that yesterday was fun. I had fun and I hope you did too,” you said looking up at him sheepishly. “I hope this doesn't make things awkward between us.”

“I-it’s not awkward!” 

“Are you sure?? It seems awkward now,” you chuckle. 

Chenle takes a deep breath, before turning to you, his fingers toying with the sleeve of his jacket. “Listen, I really like you and yesterday was… an enigma. I want to get to know you on more of a personal note.” 

“Yesterday was personal.”

Chenle sighed, closing his eyes to try and rephrase his words. You stood there watching him struggle in amusement as he faced the ground. “Not personal in that way, personal in less of a coworker way,” he says. “A friendly way.” 

The reality of having options weighs on you all of sudden. You're very much attracted to both Jisung and Chenle. Chenle is cute, and wants to know you on more than a sexual level. Jisung has been your wet dream for years and seems like a pretty cool guy, not to mention the sexual chemistry with both of them is out of this world. There's no way they'd let you have your cake and eat it too. But you wouldn't know unless you try. 

You took a deep breath before speaking, biting your tongue as you stared at him through your lashes. “Jisung and I are hanging out later if you want to come,” you say quietly. 

“Oh,” he says. Chenle's mouth goes dry looking at your face. “I-I could hang out with you guys.” 

“Only if you want to,” you add. 

“I-I want to.” 

“Are you sure?” You sense a bit of doubt in his answer but that feeling immediately goes away when you watch his jaw clench and his eyes harden. 

He nods, his staring only intensifying as the clatter in the cafe plays in your ears as back noise. He wants you so badly at the moment, to just shove you in the lockers and show you a good time, but he won't and he can't, so for now all he can do is agree to hang out with you. 

“Then um.. I'll see you later.” Your body is hot as you scurry away from the man, his unintentional hungry gaze making you feel small, but you liked it. 

“Yeah, bye.” His words faded out as the door shut behind you, leaving him with nothing but his thoughts and his hard on. Chenle would never describe himself as a cuck but after the events that transpired the night before, watching the girl who isn't his girl but still his girl gets fucked by a handsome man wasn't all that bad. 

And he can't wait to do it again. 

[samsm2mstories]

Halloween special:

The Mask of Alpha.

As you all know, recently, I have been searching for a new body for Halloween, just living their life for 24 hours, but something more serious has happened. I'd have figured it out, but I can't change things as somebody lured me into this program, and I am now trapped. Here is the Halloween special!

As you all know, my name is Sam, and I've recently come out to everyone, which was a huge relief, but I needed a holiday to enjoy some time in a community that is full of fetishes and everything gay-related. I decided to take a trip to Belgium as I'd heard there was a huge Halloween festival for everyone like us!!

I was lucky that one of my followers offered me to stay at his place for the night, and we instantly hit off when I landed at the airport. His name was Jax. I knew he had a pup/latex fetish, but that didn't bother me as I kind of was into this. The second I saw him, there was an exciting aurora around us, like we were meant to meet up. I felt relaxed around him, but I knew straight up he was one horny bottom pup.

You can see how I chose to meet up with him!

In his car, we were talking away about everything, how he loved my stories and how he wanted me to become him for Halloween. He won it purely because of his big taste in fetishes, but I haven't forgotten about all the other followers; I will use each one of them for Bonfire night, Christmas, and New Year's. A new experience every single time awaits me. Jax was a sexy guy, and I knew this would be a fun night with him. I wasn't sure what he had in plan, but it would be one hell of a night. Jax knew already about my tastes, and he sure was using that to his full potential. He was wearing shorts with white nike socks and his very worn Nike AF1s, fuck me, I was in heaven seeing how sexy he was driving in those!

We arrived at his place, and I was just admiring his sexy body; that ass of his was sure fucking delicious. The things I wanted to do to that body of his later on. Trust me, it will be so fucking amazing when I say this, but he will be walking out holding his ass the following morning after I'm done with him. Jax let us into his place, and it was a nice place; nothing stood out. I was shown around, and his bed was so comfortable, but again, I was admiring how sexy Jax was; he went into the bathroom and took a while.

I did have my hand down in my boxers as I needed to rub one quickly before he came out. I heard the door unlock.

Jax came out wearing only straps and the outfit that had me raging hard below. He knew what he was doing as he walked over to me like a pup, on all fours, acting like a lost puppy. I was amazed and confused at how he had suddenly gone from being a horny bottom bitch now to a horny pup. I played along with this was getting me so fucking horny. The jockstrap was tight; I saw an outline; it looked like he had a big cock behind that tight jockstrap of his. His ass was more perky than before, those pup socks, the dirty small AF1s. Pup tattoo on his left leg. He was everything I wanted for the night. He did not forget the collar straps on his chest so I could walk him like a puppy. That red pup mask showed how gorgeous his eyes were.

Jax took off his AF1s and started to show them off to me, sniffing them like a pup, rubbing them on his bulge just to show me how fucking sexy he was. He was giving me a tour of the pup's life. I called him beside the bed to give him ear scratches, which he purred and started wagging his tail. It felt like his essence was swapped out with a puppy. We spent a good hour or two having fun, but I didn't want to fuck him just yet.

I decided to call him Jaxxy now; he left as he needed to go outside to pee on the tree. I had hit the jackpot, only if I could possess him tonight.

I heard the door close, and he slowly sniffed around the door, and I noticed he had changed again!!! I had to call his name, and he slowly walked in, showing off his proper form. He was now wearing a complete latex pup outfit. You could tell it was so tight as it showed the outline of his body, every muscle bone; THAT ASS FUCKING HELL.

He was parading around like it was a dog show, showing me how amazing he looked. That tail of his was something else; I'm confident it was a pup butt plug as he was moaning softly while wagging it. I did approve of the black and red of this, as it matches up perfectly with Halloween. He was barking, howling like a pup, like he was telling me something.

I called him into the bed, and he kept pointing at his tail. I touched it, and he shivered in pleasure. I slowly played with it, but he wanted something else. I kind of knew as I pulled out the tail his ass was ready for me to breed him. I pulled him to the edge of the bed and bent him over. I grabbed my cock and slid in slowly. We both were moaning so much as I was going deeper, filling up as much as I could.

(A while ago, the company producing the pup masks planned to increase the amount of Alphas / Tops in the community.)

As my cock was deep inside of Jaxxy, I grabbed his hips and started to fuck him faster and harder. He was moaning, and it got louder; I heard him bark, growl, howling away as it was turning me on. I felt the heat coming from his latex body as we fucked more and more. I was enjoying his latex body as my hands were rubbing all over it. I was kissing his mask, biting his neck in pure pleasure. We both were enjoying the pleasure of each other, but I felt it again. That feeling from earlier it felt so intense now...

We carried on fucking and having fun, this was amazing. The sweat, heat, and musk filled the air as we both were in heaven bliss, but as I slid back into him, it all changed after I shot my final loads into him.

(The company planned that most pups had the energy that an Alpha/top should need to control the bottom population as there's more bottom and a shortage of tops.)

As I was fucking Jaxxy, I felt more closer to him than ever before. The bliss we were in was hiding the reality that was happening. If you were watching, you would of saw myself being slowly sucked into Jaxxy as the pup mask was glowing red due to the chemical reaction of us all mixing together.

I felt myself slowly feeling more and more like Jaxxy, memories penetrating me like my own; his tastes, feelings, and fetishes were flowing like my own memories. I learnt everything about him, but I'm sure I fantasised about being him. On the outside view, it was something like a horror film, my body shrinking and deforming as I was becoming Jaxxy.

Jaxxy's essence was accepting me like I was meant to be him; no resistance at all as this was happening, but we both were still in the bliss of this fuck session. We had no clue what was happening.

(The company decided that when an Alpha fucks the bottom, if the chemicals from both were more than 90% matching, it would force the top into the bottom to create a perfect Alpha that has the energy of a bottom to fuck his group of bottoms, the mask was the device that activates this while releasing a toxin that puts both in a dream trance)

After talking to Jaxxy in a dream room, we agreed that if I could take him over for Halloween, he would accept it. That's where the dream world ended.

I woke up feeling fucking amazing but tight. Everything was off as I opened my eyes and saw I was wearing a mask. It was Jaxxy's mask. I panicked for a while as I was wearing a latex outfit. The very one he was wearing was turning me on, but I couldn't get hard??? Something was stopping me!!!!

It took me ages to get out of this latex suit, and I was sweating like a pig being roasted. I felt fucking amazing as my ass was sore as fuck while the testerones were flying through my new body. Wait a minute, this is not my body, but it was now? I was Jaxxy but felt like I was now Alpha Jaxxy; this was turning me fucking horny as I could not get this chaisty nub off my new cock. I remember that certain things happened to Jaxxy when he wore the mask. He was controlled into wearing this nub. It was like this mask was slowly preparing him.

I thought nothing of it as I was fucking raging with hormones as I needed to get this nub off my new cock. Everything around me was my own now: all these outfits, trainers (sneakers), his job, friends. It was amazing that I was wearing Jaxxy for Halloween, but how did it happen?

Something was urging me to take this body to the festival of Halloween pups this evening. I walked into the shower to wash my new body. I'm telling you now that being inside of Jaxxy was fucking amazing. The new sensation of rubbing his skin and bulge sent me crazy; I couldn't cum, but maybe being fucked might help.

I was testing my voice out, but I knew this cock of Jaxxy's was more prominent than before. Maybe it was the hormones that sent me these dirty ideas and thoughts. I grabbed the towel and dried myself off; I tried again to remember the key, but I couldn't.

Standing there in front of the mirror, I was admiring my new sexy body for Halloween as I looked at the outfit he was wearing earlier on with the AF1s; I could not believe he was a size 7.5 UK. This collection of his trainers was fucking awesome!!!

I was in fucking heaven, I was now Jaxxy, but I will slowly turn him into an Alpha Pup. This was my destiny, and I'm not giving up this body of his. It was perfect for me, and I was born to take him over.

(Once the integration has been completed, the alpha will have to be conditioned to adapt to the new energy that the bottom has; this will be channelled into the cock that has been locked to prevent any early premature ejaculation. This was due to the DNA being rewritten as it needs to be perfected as the chemicals in the semen will force further bottoms to worship their pack leader. This was how to control the amount of bottoms to an Alpha.) 

After deciding what to wear, I chose the Nike AF1s, pup socks, tight latex boxers and shorts, straps on my chest and a collar. Finally, I placed the pup mask over my head, and I felt a sense of dominant power rush through my body. I am standing in front of the mirror as an Alpha dog now; my body expands slightly as my strength merges into Jaxxy. I could tell this body was changing, still shaping my desires and needs. I’m certain Jaxxy knew about this but didn’t expect me to take him over for good and make this my own body and life.

Either way, I didn’t care. 

I was smirking in the mirror, rubbing my cock, but it was painful as I just couldn’t even precum; I knew this was locked on until the end of November, so I will just have to bottom until the end of the month. The thought of it was giving me mixed feelings. I just hope my cock grows in size to break the thing off!!!

(What I didn’t realise is that Jaxxy’s essence has now been transferred to my dirty AF1s, where he will now spend the rest of his time as my trainers)

Standing here, I felt like a top dog now; I had the urge to go and find some other bottom pups and make them my own, but they will need to fill my ass up with their cum. The idea of being cummed to the brim is sending me wild. It was part of Jaxxy’s trait that has become mine now. It felt natural, as I have been fucked many times.

I got into the car and drove to the local area where the big meet-up was. I looked in the mirror and knew this was when I found my pack of pups and became their master. I got out of the car and started walking towards the nightclub.

(The Mask of Alpha was designed for the new wearer to head straight to the local club; bottoms will instantly get turned on as there is a hidden scent coming from the alpha. This will lure roughly five guys to the alpha, and they will need to seed each other to be solely dedicated to that one Alpha. This was part of the conditioning of the new Alpha. It’s a process that takes a month, and we will aim for November as it’s part of the trend of nobody releasing their semen into anyone.

We will start the first major trials at the big gathering in Belgium on Halloween; each test subject will be controlled into luring an Alpha to their home to begin the process. The subject will wear a specially made chaisty that naturally glues onto the cock like a foreskin and will disappear once the DNA is fully merged.

We have used the power of the internet, especially TUMBLR users who love the idea of possession body swaps for the first trials. We found they were more willing to change and accept their faith.

We approached Sam about the idea, and he was interested; we gave him the choice of who he wanted to be for Halloween to see how the first official trial worked. He accepted our financial support and the chance to become someone new and better. He planned to use a pup called ‘Jax’ as his new body. If it doesn’t go well, we can transfer him into a new body of choice?

Here I am at the club. I must find the subjects I want in my pack; lots of guys here, all sexy as fuck! I must spread my scent to see how many guys will be lured. As I walked around, squeezing through all the hot and sweaty sexy bodies, I could see some of my desired bodies were checking me out and started to follow me. I can’t believe this is easy, but I needed to continue for the company to see how efficient this chemical was.

I knew the company was happy with the results as they saw me with my pack of pups or bottoms. They will never be fucked by anyone else apart from me from now on.

This was the company goal; they passed the trial and paid me well for an easy life. I always will be happy to help them out if I want something new.

It was a perfect partnership; I was known as Alpha JAX, the top dog of the company.

Did I forget to tell you that they are all under my control ;)

I will be the most powerful Alpha in no time!

This was my goal.

Alpha Jax.

Bye

[magicalyaku]

Why is it October already and why am I still talking about books I read in April?! I'm like half a year behind in time than the rest of the universe. So let's make this quick, eh? The theme of this part is Gay Adult Fiction series, my comfort food. uAu

The Prince's Assassin series (Ariana Nash): I picked this up on a whim, at the end of April when I was in a slump, and then I read all 3 books and the novella in about a week. It's good! In the beginning, it has quite a few parallels to Captive Prince but I didn't mind and it quickly becomes its own story. There's magic and elves (who are very different from what you usually imagine as 'elves') and some dark themes. I liked reading it a lot and I enjoyed Nico as a character. That he actually walked away from Vasili when it got too much. And that just when I thought "how often will you repeat this?" they worked it out. :D

The Paladin's Shadow & The Sword-Witch's Heart (Radiance 2+3) (Tavia Lark): The easy-going ones, here they are! Not much different to say from the other books I read by this author. Enjoyable adventure, romance that works, good world-building. For the third book, I was very apprehensive to read about the second protagonist because I didn't like him when he appeared in the second book. But suprisingly, he got better and I ended up liking book 3 a lot more than book 2. The series got new covers recently btw. These look a lot better than the old ones. :'D

The Secret Lives of Country Gentlemen & The Nobleman's Guide to Seducing a Scoundrel (The Doomsday Books 1+2) (KJ Charles): Omg, so much fun. I loved reading the first book, so 4 days waiting for the second volume to be delivered was testing my patience really hard. yAy It's fun and at times suprisingly dark (as in people die) and I really like the portrayal of the marsh, as a place, as a home. That was the one piece I missed a little in the second book, but otherwise I liked that one just as much. Can't go wrong with KJ Charles. :)

Running Close to the Wind (Alexandra Rowland): As it turns out, we started with the darkest and end with the funniest book. :'D This one is not exactly a series, but set in the same world and slightly connected to the events of the author's previous novel A Taste of Gold and Iron. This one took me by surprise. It's hugely different than its predecessor but so much fun! It's a comedy, really, and a smart one at that, despite it consisting 70% of dirty jokes. (There are no explicit scenes, though!) I enjoyed reading every second of it. It's just great. Good characters, smart writing and dialogue, adventure, absurdity. Highly recommended.

There's still 4 more books on my list but I just decided that I don't to need to talk about them much, so have one (or three) sentence(s) for each and then be done with it:

Snow Boys (Simon Doyle): Cute, contemporary story with coming out drama and family drama. Why does it change covers so often?

A Spark of Magic (Tari Riley): Self-published fantasy story with a budding romance between a teen witch and an accidental merboy, first book of a series, was pretty okay. The only thing that irked me was how they were constantly grabbing things (instead of taking them or picking them up or fetching them ...). :'D

Only Mostly Devastated prequel novella (Sophie Gonzales): Of course, I've already forgotten everything about the main story except the main points and that I enjoyed it, yet it was easy enough to get into the prequel.

The Cat Who Saved Books (Sosuke Natsukawa): I didn't like it, because it's not about the cat but the usual Japanese teenage manga protagonist, but because it's a novel instead of a manga suddenly it's great and serious? My ass. It makes some good points about our modern reading habits but is very simplified, and if you let me talk any further, I will only rage about every single point that annoyed me, so I stop. :)

[amplexadversary]

More Utena, ep 12 now.

Holy fuck the "I like you better like this" from multiple fronts is uh. Meant to give the audience the creeps I think, and it's certainly working on me.

That sudden outpouring of positive attention the second a GNC girl concedes even a little bit of feminine presentation is real and it is so fucking manipulative; it pairs well with the shtick Touga likes to pull.

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I know more of the fuckery is hitting the main characters, but Wakaba must be going through it right now as well. Her boyfriend (a girl), has a fight with another girl the two have been hanging out with, there's another guy involved somehow who's a bit of a big deal, and suddenly she's not only presenting "normally" after being hugely resistant to doing so, but she's become almost completely passive?

Like, taking Wakaba as being gay that's probably something of a scare for her, the only woman she knows that's like Utena, the woman she loves changing like that is almost tantamount to saying that kind of woman isn't real.

(Edit: I forgot she had a thing for Saionji. Whoops.)

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Ooh, credit to Wakaba for catching on pretty quickly after Touga got involved in front of her that he's a factor in the problem. Wakaba doesn't know shit but she has fucking eyes, which you can't always say about characters that aren't privy to the main plot of the work they're in.

Also, a little audience-only evidence as to Anthy's actual feelings after Touga cast doubt onto every aspect of her relationship with Utena. Like, we're not going to prove that Touga's wrong to Utena yet, but we'll confirm for the audience that Anthy does give more of a fuck about her situation than she's allowed to express.

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With what I've seen of Utena's character, I'd have thought it more likely for her to change back into her other uniform before the duel, but I think I broadly get why the show feels the need to show her fighting in the girls' uniform.

(I'll note that Pearl from SU is doing a LOT of heavy lifting here because of how much her character arc calls back to Utena; I'm finding it kind of cool that Pearl is kind of both Anthy and Utena in a way, which changes a lot of the dynamic; I'm starting to think that with all the things Rose Quartz was set up as having failed to do or be, for all her prestige, "failing to be fully-character-developed Utena" is on that list; Pearl does do the bulk of the major un-fucking of her own head after Rose's death, after all.)

Jury giving Utena the sword she uses in this battle is also very interesting, but I don't think I have enough information to really dig into the significance of that yet (assuming it's not like, text that's spelled out in a later episode). My working theory is that after re-visiting her own heartbreak she's throwing her support behind another lesbian, but there's still the bulk of the show that I haven't watched yet to potentially say otherwise.

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"ABANDON YOUR BODY AND PROTECT THE SWORD," ??????

Well I sure wonder if that's going to be the beginning of whatever explanation we might get for the ghost prince thing we've been seeing with Utena.

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Fuck, every time I see an allusion to the Galactic Railroad, I look it up, and by the time I see another one, I've forgotten the significance of it. That's actually kind of frustrating.

Speaking of Anthy being allowed to express things, the difference in her expressiveness between when she's with Utena and when she's with either of the other "suitors" is at least a visible improvement for her situation, even if she's still mired in the bizarre rose bride role.

[yoramkelmer]

Hogwarts Overexposed Chapter 10: Twists and Turns

Welcome back, yet again. It´s already been several months since the last time I sporked this fic, and today was th only day I really had time to do the spork.

Despite the title of the chapter being "Twists and Turns", this truly is a very boring chapter.

Let´s get in.

Monday, September 5, 2005

What a difference a year makes, Emily thought to herself as she watched Kim sleeping contentedly. When they first met, Kim was the shyest, most worried first year you could ever imagine. I honestly love how this has to repeated again and again, instead of actually being shown her character developement. Her anxiety was only amplified when her dorm-mates mistakenly jumped to the conclusion that she was a nudist and she ended up having to live the lie.

Why are we told things we already know?

Back then, Kim couldn't wait to close her bed hangings in order to hide her embarrassment at being naked. Now her hangings were wide open and Kim was sleeping coverless, her loveliness completely exposed. One might even say Overexposed!

Cut for boring talks and yet another argument with Janice and Denise - who are the same person essentially - who call Kim and Emily Queer.

"We're not done yet," Emily said, smirking. "Remember, I promised to soap you up."

Oh no -_- "I don't think we should do that," Kim said, suddenly sounding quite serious. "I'm afraid I might like it." Before Emily could respond, Marta considering that her name is spelled "Marta" instead of the typical english spelling "Martha", does that mean that she´s hungarian? entered the room. At first she just stared at them, without speaking. "You guys really do love each other, don't you?" she asked, seeming very impressed. "But not in the way you tried to make Denise and Janice believe." "We're not gay if that's what you mean," Kim admitted, "but I'd do anything for Emily. Other than my Mum, I've never loved a person so much."

At this point it´s not entirely clear if she´s referring to her late biological mother or Hermione, as Jamie and Emilys parents have more or less become forgotten after the end of Too Exposed. "I love her as much as I do Jamie and Caitlin. She's my sister," Emily avowed. Marta studied them both cautiously as if she had something significant to share, but was extremely tentative. "Kim, did you mean what you said? Do you really not let sexual orientation affect how you feel about people? How about you, Emily? Do you think people who are gay are weird?"

I think this is just again a good place to remind people that Neil feels creeped out by gay men, but seems to go with the "girl on girl is hot" trope that´s become increasingly frawned upon since then.

And keep in mind these girls are around 12-14, which makes it even creepier. Emily wavered, not certain just how much private information about herself she wanted to reveal to Marta with her answer. "I treat people the way they treat me," she said. "Their sexual preferences are their own business." She faltered before adding, "It's not right for me to judge other people, when I can't even completely figure myself out. I'm only twelve, but I'm pretty sure I'm heterosexual." She took a deep breath. "But there is a good chance I might be bisexual." "Why are you asking all these questions?" Kim asked. "Because it's hard to always be hiding your true feelings. It would be nice to have someone you could trust; someone you could let your guard down in front of." It was Marta's turn to take a deep breath. "Becky and I are a couple," she said quickly and then waited for a response.

Dun dunn duuuunnnnnnnn "How long have you been together?" was the first question out of Kim's mouth. "We've known each other since we were five," Marta answered, "but we've only been doing things to each other since we were ten."

"....doing thigs to each other since we were ten"

NEIL YOU SICKO "Ten?" Emily repeated in amazement. "You both knew you were gay at ten?" "Not for sure. We just knew we liked to touch each other and be touched. It wasn't until we met you two that we were sure we were homosexuals," Marta explained.

Does this sound like something a 12 year old would say? "What did we have to do with it?" Kim asked. Marta face turned a bright red. "Well, to be perfectly honest, the two of you running around in the buff all the time got both Becky and I rather keyed up." Emily and Kim exchanged nervous looks. "Don't worry, neither of us ever considered approaching either of you. We had each other to satisfy our wants. FUCK YOU NEIL FUCK YOU Besides, you both had us somewhat confused as to whether you liked boys or girls or both." "Do we still get you excited?" Kim asked uncertainly. "You both have attractive bodies, and Becky and I admittedly enjoy looking at you; similar to how someone looks at sexy pictures in a magazine." NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THIS IS SO WRONG FUCK YOU NEIL Marta paused. "I'm only confiding all this to you because we're tired of hiding our feelings. We want to be open about how we feel about each other, but we'd like to know that at least you two supported us." "You both supported us last year," Emily said, without faltering. "I'll be there for you." "That goes for me too," Kim said. "But...." "You want to know how we can be sure about our feelings and choices," Marta said, as if reading Kim's mind. "We can't be absolutely positive. The two of us only know how we feel when we're together and neither of us wants that feeling to ever end." "I envy you both," Emily sighed. "I hope you both still feel the same about each other a hundred years from now." "I hope you and Kim both still share the marvelous friendship you have," Marta said sincerely. "I also hope that knowing about Becky and I won't make you self-conscious in front of us." "Not in the least," Emily replied. "I can't think of any circumstances in which I'd prefer to be clothed rather than nude."

Because the token lesbian couple can´t possibly com out as a couple on their own without the help of the Sues.

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When Emily and Kim returned to the dorm after completing their showers, they found Becky and Marta both sitting on Becky's bed talking conspiratorially. The four girls exchanged knowing smiles as Kim and Emily dressed for breakfast.

Getting dressed must be torture for them. "Did I miss a lot on Thursday and Friday?" Emily asked concernedly. "Not really," Kim said. "It was mostly review of stuff we learned last year. Today should be interesting though. This morning we have our first 'Anatomy of the Sexes' class with Professor Weasley, and then this afternoon Professor Longbottom is going to have us transplant Mandrakes in Herbology."

The "Anatomy of the Sexes" part is going to lead to one of the most infamous scenes from this fic.

Wait, you thought it was over once the long awaited freudian "Hooch gets impaled by a Unicorn" scene?

Think again. "Which one of the Weasleys do we have, the male or the female?" Emily asked. "The one with boobs," -____- Kim answered. "She is teaching first and second years." "Somehow I doubt we'll learn anything in that class," Emily said assuredly. "I just can't picture Professor Weasley discussing sex frankly with a room full of twelve year olds, and the textbook looks like it is out of the Dark Ages." "I think she'll be much better than her brother," Kim answered. "He's teaching the third and fourth years."

Because even Kim needs to join in on the Ron bashing that´s so prevalent in this Saga. "You guys about ready?" Becky asked, giving Kim and Emily a smile. "As soon as I slip on my skirt," Emily said, adjusting her mini. "I can't believe you two tarts," Denise said with revulsion. "OMG you guys are so scary!" said Britney "It's bad enough neither of you ever wear bras, but how can you parade around in such short skirts without knickers?" Neither girl verbally answered Denise. Emily did, however, bend over while lifting her skirt to moon Denise and Janice and showed them her middle finger. As they neared the door to their dorm room, Becky and Marta exchanged nervous glances before reaching out and clutching each other's hand tightly. "What do you say?" Emily asked, giving Kim a devilish smile. "Should we give the school something to really talk about?" "That depends on what you have in mind," Kim answered coyly. "I have no problem with you holding my hand, but I'll scream if you grab my butt in public."

The latter is something that is rather in character for Emily. "Would I do that?" Emily asked, starting to slip her hand under Kim's skirt. Kim slapped her hand away. "You're worse than Randy."

Randy, who gets more and more forgotten as this fic goes along.

Speaking of Randy, his character is so pointless and with no characterisation whatsoever that I can´t help but imagine him to look like the NPC meme.

(couldnt find a gif of the meme, but this one extols the same energy) "Speaking of Randy, how are the two of you getting along?" Emily asked. "Have you heard anything from Brian?"

Isnt it interesting that Kim falls in love with an American the summer before Hogwarts is having a big event competing with a magical school from the US?

"Now what's going on?" Harry said, looking dumbfounded, as he realised he had been transported into a bizarro fanfic where he for years acted out of character surrounded by Mary Sues! Becky and Marta entered the Great Hall followed closely by Kim and Emily, both couples holding hands.

Oh, the horror!

"I'm not sure I want to know," Hermione said shaking her head in consternation.

"You don't think they're, what do they call it, coming out of the closet... do you?" Harry asked.

"I don't know," Hermione answered, looking rather bewildered. "It would seem to me that twelve would be rather young to be sure of one's sexual penchant. Although I did notice what seemed to be a definite magnetism between Marta and Becky last year."

Which is something she only talks about now.

"Neither of them is my daughter," Harry said, alarm evident in his voice. "What about Emily and Kim? I thought they both were fond of boys."

Cut for a lengthy section of Becky and Martas big coming out along with big praise for the Sues that goes on forever.

Emily gave Kim an angry look, but before she could reply, there was a rushing sound overhead and her attention was drawn to the arrival of a hundred or so owls. The owls circled the hall, dumping letters and packages into the chattering crowd.

This is apparently a big thing. Uncharacteristically, the hall suddenly became extremely quiet. Emily looked toward the head table expecting to see the Headmaster standing ready to speak, but instead she saw what had caused everyone in the room to become hushed. There was a large screech owl circling the head table. That was not unusual because the staff received mail regularly. What had gotten everyone's attention was the red envelope clutched in the owl's beak. "One of the Professors is getting a Howler," Caitlin whispered to her sister.

MUH G00000D

I've never seen that before in my seven years," Jamie said aghast. "Who would be so disrespectful as to send a professor a howler when they are surrounded by students?"

Ah, the Purity Sue in Jamie speaks again. It´s been a while. "I wonder who it's for?" Caitlin asked, but the words had barely escaped her lips, when the owl came to rest next to the Headmaster and politely offered the letter to him.

Well, at least the owl is polite. Katie and Severus exchanged edgy looks and then Katie did something she had never done before in public. She placed her hand reassuringly on top of Severus', reciting the Blessing of Aharon. "You better open it," she said in an apprehensive whisper. "They only get worse the longer you delay. Best you get it over with." "Who would be so juvenile and discourteous as to send the Headmaster a Howler?" Hermione asked disgustedly. "And at breakfast, of all times." "I would be willing to venture a guess," Harry said, a bad taste residing in his mouth, but it looks like we're all about to find out."

The way it is written makes it look like it´s something Harry said in all one sentence. Severus stretched out his hand, relieved the envelop from the owl's beak, and slit it open. For a moment it seemed like the envelope had exploded; a roar of sound filled the Great Hall.

"--JUST WHO THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? --"

Percy Weasley's voice roared, a hundred times louder than normal. The students stared at the head table, as the bellowing voice echoed off the stonewalls of the hall,

"THE STORY THAT APPEARED IN THE DAILY PROPHET DID SO WITH MY APPROVAL. I PERSONALLY VERIFIED ALL THE DETAILS. HOW DARE YOU HAVE THE GALL TO SUGGEST THAT I, THE MINISTER OF MAGIC, WOULD APPROVE A STORY THAT WAS NOT FULLY FACTUAL? "WHEN I ATTENDED HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY, I CONSIDERED YOU TO BE A PROFESSIONAL, COMPETENT TEACHER. IT IS REGRETFUL THAT YOU HAVE FALLEN VICTIM TO THE LIES OF HARRY POTTER AND HIS MISGUIDED LEGION. "I AM NOT A SPITEFUL OR VENGEFUL MAN AND UNDERSTAND THAT EVEN THE BEST OF US OCCASIONALLY FALTER. SHOULD YOU, HOWEVER, CONTINUE TO MISLEAD THE STUDENTS OF HOGWARTS, IT WILL BE MY SAD DUTY TO SEEK YOUR DISMISSAL AS HEADMASTER. Sincerely, Percy Weasley Minister of Magic

Oh well. Again, how am I supposed to take him serious as an antagonist?

Snape calmly rose to his feet as the letter burst into flames. "It is at times like these that people, even students as young as yourselves, are required to make choices, tough choices. I propose that you make your future decisions based on past history. When Lord Voldemort returned in the nineteen-nineties and sought to once again rule our world, Harry Potter and former Headmaster Albus Dumbledore attempted to warn the wizarding world. The Ministry and The Daily Prophet disparaged them both. Fortunately, we learned before it was too late who was giving us truthful information. We should learn from history where to place our trust."

This whole plot recycling after the release of the fifth book makes it all seem so forced and ridicculous.

And keep in mind, all the things from the fifth year onward from both the fics he stole it from are still canon inside this fic together with actual canon! Without further comment Snape took his seat. At first, the Great Hall remained quiet. Then as the students rose to their feet in order to head for their first class of the day, the talk became incessant.

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"What if he has you removed as Headmaster?" Katie asked concernedly. "Where will you go? What will you do?" She grasped Severus' hand. "What will become of us?"

Remember:

Snape and Katie Bell are an actual couple in this fic now.

And no, his infatuation with his former students are never called out on.

"The Ministry has absolutely no authority when it comes to running Hogwarts," Severus said confidently. "Albus Dumbledore took care of that after all the difficulty with Fudge and that vicious Umbridge woman. Only the school Board of Governors can remove the Headmaster and that takes a two-thirds majority."

Umbridge, who now officially is part of the canon and hasnt been mentioned until this very point.

The most fun part about is that this fic is getting it´s own form of Umbridge in the next chapter. Just not as well written.

"But what if he goes to the Board and they agree to remove you?" Katie asked, not convinced that Severus' job was secure.

"As long as I have the support of Harry, Hermione and Ron, I'm not concerned," Severus explained. "There are a lot of new, younger Board members now; they respect the Covenant and won't be easily bamboozled by someone like Percy Weasley. Besides, I doubt he'll even approach them. He won't want to take the chance of looking weak if they refused his request."

"No matter what happens, I'll be by your side," Katie declared.

"I knew I could count on that," Severus replied, with a smile.

And now, let´s get back to the most important stuff:

"You never answered my question this morning," Emily said, as she and Kim took seats next to each other for their first 'Anatomy of the Sexes' class. "Has Brian written you at all?"

Kim didn't answer, but instead glowed pink as she held up six fingers.

"He's written you six letters," Emily said excitedly. "You must have really made an impression on him."

"I like him, too," Kim said shyly. "If only he wasn't a Muggle. It makes things so complicated. Even posting him a letter is a pain."

FORESHADOWING

"When are you going to tell Randy?" Emily asked.

Randy who?

"I don't know what to do where he is concerned," Kim said concernedly. "He's really nice and I don't want to hurt him. He lost Caitlin to Matt and you to Tyler. If I break up with him, it will be a nasty blow to his ego. Besides, what are the odds of Brian and I ever even seeing each other again, let alone becoming a couple? He's in the United States and I'm here."

I don´t remember it ever actually being stated that Kim and Randy were an official couple.

"I understand where you are coming from," Emily said supportively, "but somehow it just seems wrong to leave Randy under the impression that he is the foremost guy in your life when you are writing Brian. How about Brian, does he know about Randy?"

"No," Kim said hanging her head. "I was afraid he'd stop writing if he knew I had a boyfriend."

This drama seems even more ridicculous when you realise what a non-entity so far, he was just "there", but never had any character arc or any other thing going on apart from being one of Caitlins simps.

The girls' conversation was brought to a halt by Ginny bringing the class to order.

"You won't be needing your wands in this class," she said with a smile. "We'll be talking about a different kind of magic; the magic of love, intimacy, conception and birth. Although we will be following the printed guidelines in your textbooks, I want you to feel free to ask questions at any time and I'll do my best to answer them. Since this is our first session together, I think we should get to know each other. Suppose you each stand and introduce yourself. Then ask me a question that has been on your mind. Who wants to start?"

The way she talks makes me think about that one American Dad episode where they had sex ed and Steve gets laughed at for a stupid question.

The students all exchanged glances, but no one raised their hand.

"I realize that you're all nervous," Professor Weasley said. "You probably aren't used to discussing sex in a mixed group. Thought was initially given to having separate classes for boys and girls, but the final decision was that you should be taught together. Would anyone like to venture a guess as to why it was decided it was best to instruct you as a mixed group?"

At first no one moved, but then a hand timidly rose. "Yes, Miss Thatcher. What do you think was the reason?"

"We'll all be having sex together, so we should learn about it together," Kim said softly.

This is so stupid.

"Hopefully not all at once," Ginny said, straight faced.

When the inference of what Ginny had said settled in, the class broke into laughter. Even Kim laughed at her slip.

"That would be called an orgy, and something we hopefully won't be discussing," Professor Weasley said with a laugh as she put her hand on Kim's shoulder. "We all know what you meant, but I appreciate you breaking the tension. We will also be discussing same-sex relationships, but for the moment, let's confine our discussion to heterosexual, or boy/girl relationships."

This delivery sounds so natural.

As the giggles subsided, Emily's hand went in the air.

Oh no.....

"Our first question," Ginny said, her voice sounding both pleased and edgy.

"Emily Zacherley-Potter," she said in introduction. "I've been a nudist all my life. That doesn't necessarily give me a heads up when it comes to knowledge about sex, but I probably have seen more naked people than anyone else in the room. I've noticed that some men have extremely large things. What happens if you fall in love with someone and it doesn't fit in your twat when you want to make love?"

FUCK YOU NEIL, FUCK YOU!

Cut, this goes on for so long.

The section ends with Kim announcing that she really loves observing penises.

Cut for a boring scene with Caitlin and Matt, who among other things discuss why Percy doesnt believe her testimony.

We then cut to Ginny and Draco:

"Red, have you ever thought about having kids?" Draco asked, ostensibly out of nowhere, as they headed for lunch.

Because in this Saga, that´s all women are made for.

Ginny stopped abruptly and gawked open mouthed at him. Draco normally avoided any words in conversation that started with letters in the middle of the alphabet such as L for love and M for marriage. So, of course, Ginny never expected to ever hear him utter the K word.

As in the K word in Afrikaans?

"Draco, I come from a large family. Naturally I've thought of having children; not as many as my Mum, of course, but I'd like at least two." Ginny quickly recovered as she kept in mind Draco's usual aversion of any discussion involving marriage. "But it's not something I desperately want," she lied. "I'm content teaching and having you as a lover."

Keep in mind that in this Saga, Mrs Weasley had even more children, as there were two sisters who got killed by Death Eaters shortly before Voldemorts defeat.

Come to think of it, they also haven´t been mentioned since the first fic.

"You like Timmy, don't you?" Draco asked.

"Of course I do," Ginny answered. Suddenly there was concern in her voice. "Draco, please tell me that you're not thinking of trying to take him away from Sam and Ron again."

Even Neil has gotten tired of that already ridicculous plot.

"No! I couldn't do that," Draco replied despondently. "Sam loves him too much. Besides, she's a great mother. Your git of a brother isn't half bad as a surrogate father either. Plus, they've both been first-rate by allowing me to play an ever-increasing part in Timmy's up bringing. I was more thinking of a kid I could be with from the moment he popped out of the oven."

"Have you given any thought as to how old you want to be when you conceive this progeny?" Ginny asked sheepishly.

"That's the tough part," Draco grumbled. "I don't want to wait until I'm an old fart that can't even straddle a broom anymore to teach his kid how to play Quidditch. Yet, I don't want to toss aside my wild youthful years and settle down with one woman too quickly. Maybe I'll be ready when I'm about twenty-five."

Cut for boring, it ends with Draco proposing to her - and this time Neil remembers that her full first name is Ginevra, not Virginia, as she was called in the first two fics.

We get another boring scene with Caitlin and Matt, in which the sudden character assasination Matt begins.

Matt is suddenly evil because he wants Caitlin to wear knickers so others can´t look up her skirt.

Caitlin is not very pleased with this, and thinks about an answer for later.

We then get back to the actual plot of the Saga:

"Can you remember the names of anymore of these Death Eaters?" Salazar Slytherin asked. "They sound like the type of people that would readily support me."

Goyle shook his head. "We were just ending our seventh year when He-Who-Must-Not-Be Named was defeated. Many of his followers were killed in battles preceding his demise."

Goyle saying this. Just look at that dialogue. Slytherin paced the room for a few moments in silence, before speaking again. "You will first personally contact all the living former Death Eaters. I want you to offer them the opportunity to unreservedly join me. They should provide us with a strong nucleus." "What if they refuse?" Crabbe asked anxiously. "That would be extremely unwise of them," Slytherin sighed. "I would certainly prefer if everyone that joined my cause did so of their own free will, but I'm not beyond offering incentives. People often change their minds when faced with the loss of something or someone they feel great affection for.

How considerate of him. "Then we will procure as much information as we can on deceased and imprisoned Death Eaters. Their progeny should be eager to avenge their parents. If not, I will offer them an enticement as well. Thanks to the new Minister of Magic, we should have a sizeable organization assembled before the wizard world is even aware of my reincarnation."

Remember all the talk about the resurrected Salazar Slytherin being way worse than Voldemort?

Look at the dialogue here.

* * * * * Jamie grabbed the books off her bed and hurried out of the seventh year girls' dormitory to join Alex and Amanda, who were already in the common room. As she was about to pass the third year dorm, the door opened and Caitlin slowly emerged.

The way this is written makes it sounds as if Caitlin appeared as a ghostly apparition. "What are you doing!?" Jamie asked, coming to an abrupt halt. "I'm about to give Matt an answer," Caitlin answered, trying to hold back her tears. "No you're not," Jamie barked. "At least not until I know the question." End of Chapter 10

Finally.

All the real stuff this fic is particularly famous for begins in the next chapter.

[sandewich]

NANNO & YURI X MALE!READER // GIVEN OR TAKEN.

- INFO

✧ enhypen reference!!!!!!!!!!!!!

✦ bxgxg // Nanno & Yuri x Male!Reader.

✧ no gay unfortunately... *emos emoly*

" Two new girls go to a new school and find out they like the same person. "

also no nayuri >=[

- WARNINGS

smut ;; cock sucking, breath control, rivalry, handjob, grinding, riding, cumshot.

- REQUESTED?

nope!

-- y/n's pov.

I walked to class as always, the students rushing to find their classrooms as well. I eventually found my class a few minutes later, I went in and greeted the teacher before going to my seat. The teacher was about to start the lecture but two girls got inside fairly quickly. I never saw these two people before in this school...

They both apologized to the teacher for being late, the teacher gives them a small smile, telling them that it's okay and the lesson didn't start yet. The teacher asked for the two new students to introduce themselves, the one with the black colored bob haircut spoke up first.

" Hello there, my name is Nanno. Nice to meet you all. " Nanno said in a tone that hopes that she'll be welcomed, I can't help but look at the other girl who's quite literally death glaring Nanno as she speaks. The rest of the students greet Nanno, some ignored Nanno, some were whispering about Nanno. The other girl beside Nanno started to introduce herself.

" Hello, I'm Yuri. I hope we can get along well! "  Yuri smiled and said in a calm and happy tone, almost too happy. I wonder if she's faking that smile? Some students greeted Yuri, only a small portion of them did. The teacher told them both to find a seat — but I had forgotten that the only two seats in the classroom was the nearest to me.

The two girls very obviously sat in their seats right next to me, luckily all of the seats were spaced out. I could heard some whispering behind me, I couldn't hear that much to understand what the context was but all I heard was ' He's so lucky he got to sit next to Nanno. '.

To be fair, Nanno and Yuri were pretty... attracting is what I would say, they have the looks but what about their personality? I should talk to them in the cafeteria or the class breaks. Maybe, just maybe, I could find more things about them if they'd tell me which they probably won't.

-- time skip.

A few lectures goes by and it's finally time to go the cafeteria but I didn't want to eat since I ate a hearty breakfast this morning plus I had some food left in my bag — if that's even allowed. I had to go to the boys bathroom and wash my hands because, you know, hygiene.

I turned on the sink, the sound of the water puring down to the drain fills up the room as I put my hands under it, I rinsed my hands first before covering them with soap from the soap dispenser. After that, I put my hands back under the small waterfall to wash my hands properly. I turned the faucet off before drying my hands by just shaking them since that would be more sanitary.

I heard the door open, I didn't think much of it until I looked up to see in the mirror. It was Nanno looking at me directly with a smug smirk, what was she doing in the boys bathroom? How come she didn't get caught by one of the guards or the school faculty?

" Hello, Y/n. " Nanno spoke in a husky yet cold voice, a few bits of warmness present in her voice. A feeling of confusion and somewhat fear washed over me, why was Nanno casually talking to me in a bathroom she shouldn't be in? Why is she smirking like that? How does she know my name??

" Uh, hi, Nanno? " I just muttered shyly as I only looked at Nanno in the mirror, hoping Nanno could hear. Nanno steps closer to me, her Mary Jane shoes making no noise on the bathroom tlied floor as she got closer and closer. She got up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist, I immediately froze up from the sudden warmth around my waist. I felt Nanno's hot breath on my neck as she puts her head on my shoulder.

" Nanno, you should really go out, someone will catch you... " I tried to warn Nanno but she doesn't seem to care if she's going to get caught or not since she only responded with a hum. One of her hands got down to the button of my pants, I tried to push Nanno away but Nanno didn't let me, her arms firmly gripping my hips as I struggle to break free.

" Don't do that, I won't do anything bad to you. " I can't help but feel like Nanno's lying as she said that, the smirk on her face was replaced by a cold expression, I gave up trying to get myself out of Nanno's grasp, I can't believe I'm stuck like this. I felt Nanno's lips lingering on the soft skin of my neck before she gives me butterfly kisses on there, I felt a bit calm somehow like her kisses have an effect on me.

I bit my bottom lip gently as Nanno proceeds to bite my neck and give some hickeys on it. It felt so good, it was like it wasn't her first time doing this. I was too into her love kisses that I didn't notice both of her hands were unbuttoning and unzipping my pants,  it falls onto the floor after Nanno's hands did.

Nanno pinned me me onto the wall next to the sinks, I was now facing Nanno, her loving eyes boring into mine as our faces inches closer. When our noses touched, Nanno collided our soft lips together, it fits perfectly like it's made for each other. It wasn't a rough kiss. It was a small, gentle kiss with passion, and I can't help but get excited about it.

She pulls away, her gaze averting down to see a small bulge in my boxers... Shit, I was getting a boner from this alone. Nanno chuckled a bit darkly. It sounded eerie to me, it seems like she found this funny. One of Nanno's hands went down to rub against the bulge, and a small noise of pleasure came out of my lips as her hand did so.

Nanno kneeled down, her face looking directly at my boxers. Both of her hands went to pull down my underwear to reveal my length, I heard Nanno do a small surprised gasp when she saw as I looked down at her. Nanno stared at my face, her eyes looking into mine again. Her eyes seemed to be filled with lust for me, her smug smirk appearing on her face once again.

It doesn't take long for Nanno to lick my length gently. Her warm tongue swirling around my tip felt like a glimpse of heaven already. Nanno decided to take some of my shaft in her mouth, looking straight at me with her devilish plastered onto her face as she started to me her mouth painfully slow.

" Nanno... " I grunted as her mouth did its job. I wanted to grip her hair and fuck her throat but Nanno stopped my hands from doing so. Her gaze turned more intimidating like a warning for me not to do what I wanted to do to her just yet. Nanno kept bobbing her head up and down gently, knowing what she's doing to me.

Nanno decided not to tease me any further and pushed my shaft deeper into her throat, not gagging at all. I moaned out as her skill mouth takes my manhood fully. A few gulps can be heard as she bobbed her head faster. It was like she was sucking my soul out or something.

Nanno stopped for a second, placing both of my hands onto her soft hair. She looked up at me with innocent eyes as she batted her eyelashes like she's now telling me to use her throat. I didn't hesitate and started to grasp her hair firmly as I trusted deeply into her throat. I don't know how she's not feeling any pain right now...

I closed my eyes as my head throws back, pressed against the wall. I pounded Nanno's throat, feeling my climax approaching already from how warm and welcoming her mouth felt. It was like the world faded, and it was only the two of us in this bathroom. I didn't care if anyone heard us from the outside.

I let myself go, giving into the pleasure. Nanno knew I was getting closer to the edge. Just a little nudge, and I'll be right there. I groaned before pulling out with a wet pop, depositing all of my liquid onto her face. Her innocent eyes were still open, and none of it got into her eyes, fortunately. Her eyes turned sly again, loving the warmth on her face now. She wiped some of it off her face, tasting it. Nanno seemed to enjoy the taste, I know because of the satisfied hum she did.

Nanno pulled my pants up as she stood back up. She buttoned and zipped it back, slipping the belt into the holes where it should be. Nanno gave me a cute peck on the cheek before wiping the remaining drops on her face with a tissue from the dispenser. Nanno looked and spoke to me before leaving.

" We'll meet again. You're all mine now. "

-- time skip.

I was in the library, trying to study by myself. The words in the book doesn't make sense at all for some reason. I heard a sound from the side... It was Nanno that had dropped a book while searching for another book in the bookshelves. She bent down as a small curl is on Nanno's lips, knowing exactly what she's doing. Nanno picked up the book, putting back into the bookshelf before flashing me with a flirty look and leaving once again.

Damn it, Nanno.

It felt uncomfortable in my pants again, she really has an effect on me. What does she want from me now? I looked back at my book, trying to focus. I highlighted the sentences that were important and wrote down chucks of information that I could understand. I was starting to get it now... But then, I heard footsteps behind me. I ignored it, thinking that there's just going to someone or to a bookshelf.

" Hey. " The unknown person behind me spoke, I didn't bother turning around. It's probably someone who's trying to distract me or it's Nanno. I kept focusing on my book, highlighting, writing, talking to myself in my mind... I felt someone rub me from under the table, I jumped in my seat when I did felt it. I looked below...

" Heyyy, don't ignore me! I just want to show you that I'm better than her. " Yuri pouted as her hand continued to rub my pants, the feeling in my boxers was getting stronger. I tried my best not to be loud, feeling scared that the librarian will see us doing this. Yuri smirked at me before taking off my pants... It's their first day here and they're already fucking with me...

Yuri's hand firmly gripped my rod, stroking it as she looked up at me with those eyes that definitely has a malicious intent. Yuri kitten licked  my tip as her hand stroked slower teasing me. Yuri lightly giggled as I slowly became sexually frustrated. Yuri gives little kisses on my tip making me whimper a little. I can feel eyes on me... Hopefully, that's not the librarian or anyone at least.

Yuri finally let go of her hand and started to suck me off. Her head moving quite swiftly, my hand goes onto her ponytail, forcing her to do it faster. Yuri wanted me to finish quick, and it's very obvious by the speed she's going for. I moaned, feeling the walls of her warm throat pleasure my cock. I was getting a little embarrassed since my high was getting closer again.

" Fuck, I'm close. " I managed to utter out as Yuri's mouth was locked onto my rod. Every time she moves, she goes faster. My hips move slightly, thrusting into her mouth. I was almost reaching the clouds at this point. I finally came, pushing her head down, making her swallow every single drop of it. I let go of her hair, letting her breathe. Yuri licked my tip before pulling my jeans back up and getting out of the table.

What the fuck is going on today?

-- time skip.

It's midnight... Well, it's 3:33 AM in the morning but it's still night, I guess. The lights were off, the windows were closed, my phone was charging on the nightstand as I was tucked in bed comfortably. I calmed myself down, my chest rising as I breathed in and out.

" I told you, didn't I? " An cold voice with many hints of anger can be heard in the room. I recognize that voice, its definitely Nanno — Wait, how did she get in? I thought my door was locked, and so are my windows? Nanno went onto my bed and on top of me. I opened my eyes to be greeted with a Nanno that's angrily looking me. What did I do?

" I'll show you you're mine. You're all mine. You got that? " Nanno hissed, and I could only nod at her in fear. Nanno pulled the sheets off of me, lifting and removing my shirt. Nanno started to unbutton her blouse, she's still wearing her school uniform... Nanno throws her shirt behind me her before removing her bra and doing the same thing that she did with her shirt.

Nanno removed her skirt too, only leaving her in her panties. Nanno crawled closer to me, her part rubbing against the growing bulge. I stared at the sight of Nanno, her hips moving back and forth as she teasingly grinded on my sinfulness. Nanno seemed to be impatient as she pulled my bottoms off. She went back to grind, the soft fabric stroking my length.

Nanno slowly removed her panties, grabbing it firmly before stroking my length with her panties. Her eyes were sharp, no mercy at all. The furious Nanno spoke, rambling about how I'm only hers and how bad Yuri is.

" You're mine forever. I won't let anyone take you anyway from me. " And with that, she rode on my cock harshly. Not even giving me time to prepare. Her wet walls clenching around my length felt like they were milking it for pleasure. Nanno's hands grasped the pillow, her hips plopping up the down. She grinds and rides every once in a while.

" Shit, Nanno, not too fast... " I cried out as I whimpered underneath her. Nannno didnt care as she went quicker, her hips moving in a inhumane speed. My dick was throbbing inside of her. Nanno grunted, it sounded a little more deep, almost demonic even.

" You're going to take it. " Nanno demanded, I felt so close even though it just started. Both of her hands went onto my neck, choking me slightly as she kept riding. Nanno's grip loosened so I could breathe. Wet sounds, skin slapping, and the bed creeping can be heard in the room. I gripped Nanno's waist... Nanno grunted before letting me do it. I filled up Nanno to the brim with my love, Nanno was breathing heavily as I did.

I let go of Nanno's waist now, feeling tired as my length goes soft...

" I'm not done yet. "

...How much more can I take?

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5 Unsolved Webcomic Mysteries

Webcomics and unanswered questions go as well together as webcomics and lesbians, webcomics and furries, webcomics and dragons, webcomics and extreme lack of nuance, you get the idea. Most of the time it's because of bad mystery mongering, other times it's because the creator makes such a baffling choice, you question what is the reason behind it all, a hidden Modus Operandi. We here at GW love to speculate so I compiled some old webcomic mysteries into one article. This both includes mysteries in-universe as well as more meta mysteries.

5. Was Colonel Glass really Marilyn's father?

Spinnerette doesn't have that many unanswered questions, aside from "What happened to Mecha Maid's ALS?", mainly because that would imply that there is a linear narrative, when at this point it's just Kraw making bunch of oneshots meant to satisfy his ego, his bank account and his penis. There however was a time there was some semblance of continuity, there was a world, there was fucking conflict, and that was Colonel Glass arc. I've told time and time again how this arc was sort of the end of old Spinnerette, and while it wasn't treated as a major mystery, there was one intriguing question that really only came up once during the whole trilogy, Mecha Maid at one point speculates that Colonel Glass was her biological father. This is because Glass has been around since Marilyn was just a baby. Later when the two koreans meet again, Glass shows remorse and agreement when Mecha Maid expresses her hatred of war. This bizarre moment could be a clue that Glass knows that he is in fact Mecha Maid's father but this is just a theory because quite frankly that moment came out of nowhere and was just contradictory for the sake of MYSTERY OOOO BETCHA DIDN'T SEE THIS COMING VIEWERS. Now, Colonel Glass is pretty much persona non grata in the main comic. Of course, there is the White Heron sidecomic, but I doubt that comic will bother to answer this question.

My personal theory is that Colonel Glass isn't Mecha Maid's father because that would be stupid. Mecha Maid doesn't have any special powers of her own, she got her ALS because she got bumped on her head as a baby, and Marilyn's adoptive dad was a tech guru so he probably helped Marilyn to learn how to build her suit of armor. Considering that Kraw has forgotten all about Marilyn's ALS, I don't think he remembers this plot point either.

4. Was Randall supposed to be gay?

Soulkat is probably the only webcomic writer in this blog whose brainlessness and lack of any talent gives Kraw serious competition. Now with Las Lindas having too many cooks in the kitchen, it's certain that there are a lot of contrasting visions regarding the comic. Characters often debut real quickly and become part of the unlikable cast in a matter of minutes. Randall was like this, he just appeared during the harvest festival and kinda stuck around, only later we got the whole ordeal with him being childhood friend of Mora and the rushed love interest for Taffy. Randall had potential to be one decent character in a cast of assholes, but then he was rushed into a relationship with Taffy and that's it. The reason for this rush was because Soulkat was pissed when people assumed that Randall might be GAY! GASP! EVERYBODY KNOWS LESBIANS ARE MORE HOT I MEAN PROFITABLE I MEAN RELATABLE.

So yeah, if Randall wasn't supposed to be gay, then why was he so, I hate to use this word but everyone uses it nowadays so I have to use it too and I can't think of a better word, gay-coded? I mean he was a good-looking dude who had affinity for shopping, dancing and fishing. Not saying every gay person is into that, but back in those days, "gay-coding" was known as "stereotyping", wait, I should've used that word instead. Either way, Randall was a really well-written character but once again, he was pretty much molded into yet another Mora asskisser with no personality as soon as he and Taffy locked eyes. So, was he meant to be gay but Soulkat's homophobia eventually won out so he was quickly rushed into a relationship because godforbid NOBODY in this comic is allowed to be single???

My personal theory is that, I hate to say it, Randall was always meant to be straight. Randall is not the only character who was decent at first but then got ruined almost immediately as soon as he stepped on that fucking farm. There were many characters who started out as likable, Miles, Rachel, Alejandra and so forth, only to get ruined overtime. The entire reason Randall was rushed into relationship was definitely because of Soulkat being afraid that people thought he was gay. Maybe if he is gay, maybe make him gay, or even bisexual. That being said even if he was gay he definitely would have been ruined anyway. He certainly wasn't gonna be Burke.

3. Did Tiffany change her mind about Chel killing Trasik?

While far from being a talentless hack, Tiffany has sometimes made some very questionable decisions. And sadly, she did two massive plot twists that permanently damaged Alien Dice within a short timespan. We'll talk about the second one today, the one I consider to be the worst plot twist I've encountered on this blog. It's a real shame too because it ruined probably the best scene in the entire comic. After seeing Trasik get away with her bullshit for too long, Chel grabs a spear and impales Trasik just when she is about to stab Lexx. However, we get our first sign that something isn't right when suddenly she loses her pupils and injects Lexx with lethal poison as her final move before passing away. Then few pages later we learn Trasik was a mimic ALL ALONG until this point, and the real Trasik disappeared at some point before Chel was kidnapped. We will not talk about real Trasik's whereabouts as I feel this comic will provide an unsatisfying answer to that, but instead let's talk about what drove Tiffany to do this plot twist. I've reread this arc, and there is virtually zero foreshadowing unless it's extremely subtle. Literally any hints of Trasik being a mimic only pick up AFTER Chel stabs her. That leads to only one conclusion, Tiffany might have wanted Chel to originally kill Trasik here but changed her mind at the last minute, likely she was afraid that Chel killing someone would make readers hate Chel. I can safely say that anyone with a brain would see that Chel didn't kill a person, she killed a monster.

Yet Tiffany, afraid of a backlash, went ahead and did the "she was a mimic all along" plot twist anyway, giving us another pointless mystery and not even bothering to address the other questions like what happened to the kids Trasik trafficked? How has Trasik not found out about Lexx's family living next to her for all these years? Why didn't Riley tell Lexx and Chel ANYTHING about Trasik being a mimic despite knowing it all along? Whatever, all of those questions are irrelevant, the only question that matters is, did Tiffany come to a last second decision to change the scene?

My personal theory is, abso-fucking-lutely she did. While I can see her wanting to not foreshadow Lexx's mom being alive all along just for the sake of a shock, there is NO reason for this twist to happen without any hints of Trasik's true identity. Writing webcomics is a careful job. It's a real shame that even after she worked so hard to make Trasik so goddamn hateable, she still regretted having Chel kill someone so she pulled that bullshit twist to avoid imaginary backlash. It's not too late to pull a doubletwist that Riley only claimed Trasik was a mimic to not get ADC on Chel's ass for murder or something, but that would only cover half the damage.' ass for murder or something, but that would only cover half the damage.

2. What was the original plan for Siegfried?

Whether it's Siggy having more fangirls than Deegan or people wanting Luna dead over him, the decision of making Siegfried Derek Chauvin of Dominion will always be one of the biggest Character Assassinations in this blog's history. I've talked about Siegfried's sudden racism buff so many times, let's just talk about something that DIDN'T happen. Let's say that Dominic Deegan's fans don't piss Mookie off, what was originally going to happen to Siegfried during War In Hell arc? Was he still going to be the one that was supposed to die? Were his noble acts in Battle of Barthis genuine instead of motivated by Jayden's pussy? And most importantly, was he going to still be racist against orcs?

My personal theory is, I want to believe Siggy wasn't going to die because it would be unnecessary. I don't think Deegan would've vomited if someone who was a racist piece of shit was going to die. Remember this was the arc when Klo Tark inexplicably returned with his angel brother form? I think him vomiting was about his second death all along, because he and Deegan were really close. Maybe too close.

As for what happens to Siggy, I think he would've had some bias against orcs but it would be established his racism is because of his father, but eventually learns about his father's atrocities, which horrifes him. it's not an instant redemption, and the other orcs don't want to talk to him because of his daddy's lynchings, but he might actually go as far as leave his position as a knight in protest of his position. I believe he was going to play the role of Rembrandt in March Across Maltak. He ends up falling in love with an orc, and completes his redemption arc as he learns how the suffering of orcs is his father's fault, and ends up staying in Maltak as the guardian of the Crone.

While not exactly a perfect redemption arc I still think it's way better than what Mookie did in the actual comic.

1. How was Gene Catlow going to end?

This will be a mystery that will never get an answer, due to the tragic passing of Albert Temple. We do know that Gene Catlow was likely going to conclude very soon after the current arc, with one last arc. The only major events that would've happened before the end are Mason's stupid redemption, Michelle's birth, Forzoi's punishment of Matt, Gene and Catwhis's son's birth, battle against CGI Cats and possibly everyone answering the call of Friendship Island. But other than that, even when you read 16 years of his comic, Albert continues to be unpredictable. Nobody can just connect the dots and claim this is what Albert would've wanted. For example, I have no idea if Forzoi would've actually redeemed Matt or just punished him, and what would've become of Cydnee. And that's not even getting into the rest of the cast, and if Family Too Stupid to Live was gonna go global. It's a real shame honestly.

My personal theory is, I have none. I can hypothesize but I can never truly figure out how was Albert Temple going to conclude his life project, and just how many more years was it gonna go on. Not to mention Albert was still going to write one-offs focusing on other characters after the end of main comic. Hell, it's possible World of Friends wouldn't have happened at all, but instead was implied to be a thing that would happen eventually. If someone were to take over Albert's site and write the ending themselves, I would be against it and not consider it the official ending. Some questions are better off left unanswered.

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Fresh wind on a hot day (3/9)

*Hey, it's Buck! I really wanted to wait a day or two before texting, but turns out I can't stop thinking about you. U free on Sunday? I almost suggested a hike, lol. Not with that ankle, huh? Next time then! How does chilling on the beach sound? 🥰*

Jim couldn't stop reading the message over and over again, every time feeling fucking butterflies wreak havoc in his poor stomach.

Buck asked him on a date.

Not even five hours after they parted their ways.

Took him nearly twenty minutes to respond, overthinking every single word he wrote to make sure it didn't somehow sound stupid. Which totally made him feel like a teenager interacting with their first crush. So what? It was reasonably overwhelming that he managed to impress someone so much, they wanted to see him again on their next day off. And the fact that person happened to be a handsome, likeable Alpha firefighter only added more stress to the raging anxiety fire.

Street couldn't even remember the last time he was on an actual date. Perhaps it was the awful one last year. Tan was bothering him for ages to meet with some gay cousin of his good friend, so to once and for all make him shut up, he agreed. It was a horrible mistake. That Alpha dude, who was apparently a very respectable neurosurgeon, clearly wanted to own a what he called "a rare object" in a form of a jacked, intimidating Omega working a manly job. This statement, voiced barely fifteen minutes after they met, left the officer utterly speechless. He was baffled by how confident in his deep arrogance that man must have been to say such offensive bullshit with absolute nonchalance. Just...wow. Tan was obviously fired from any further matchmaking, and all Jim's following encounters were purely physical because he had no mental strength left to deal with some people's stupidity. He really hoped the upcoming one won't be another disappointment, which was an odd thing to suspect since they already spent a significant amount of quality time together. Still, Street was nervous. 

The next three days of doing absolutely nothing productive, because he was on that stupid medical leave, were a constant struggle as Jim couldn't fully focus on anything, too distracted by his Sunday plans. It was not clear what the exact idea was until Saturday evening, so various speculations filled his forced freedom. Not a single was correct, but at least the daydreaming killed the time.

Beer and sunset was what Buck suggested. How convenient, those were Street's two favourite things. Unfortunately, it also meant the firefighter wouldn't come to pick him up before the afternoon, which equalled lots of silly anxiety amplified by Luca being at work, thus not providing much-needed distraction. Fucking hell.

To muffle the ruckus in his head, the officer had to turn for help to the ultimate brain-numbing activity: watching reality TV. It's something Chris made him do on their days off before she moved in with Amelia and even after, the habit stayed, doing wonders to his noisy brain. So, hopefully dressed adequately for the occasion, he sat on the couch and fully immersed himself in a silly show until someone loudly knocked on the door, startling him terribly.

Fuck.

He lost track of time.

Nervously shaking only a teeny-tiny bit, Jim opened the door and almost whined when his stomach did a flip. No way that guy looked better than last time. How is that even possible?! Why is he so damn hot?!

-Hi there. Ready? -Buck asked softly, a wide smile instantly brightening his handsome face. 

Nope. Not at all. Can we cancel and forget we ever met?

-Yeah. -Street lied, quickly going back to grab his almost forgotten phone. -You alright Buck? You look tired. -observed upon returning, without thinking cupping the younger man's cheek and gently rubbing it as he examined the darkness prominent under the blue eyes. 

-Might get better in a sec! -informed the firefighter, pulling the Omega into a long hug, with nose pressed to his neck, deeply inhaling the comforting scent. Jim could clearly feel when the tense muscles slowly started to relax in the tight embrace. -I had the longest shift ever yesterday, can't wait to forget all about it. People can be really stupid sometimes. -explained vaguely once they parted.

-Tell me about it. -Jim rolled his eyes, turning away to lock the door. -Most of the people I get to "meet" are not only stupid, but also armed. Idiots and guns do not mix well. -he sighed, shaking his head in disapproval. -Let's go?

The whole drive to the beach, they talked about everything and nothing, mostly work related anecdotes interrupted by Buck's shockingly bad singing. It felt so natural to be around him, like if they met years ago, not a few days. There was no tension, no awkwardness, just pure comfort between them. Even on arrival, as they walked towards their destination and the Alpha casually held his hand, it didn't feel weird at all. Which was actually strange, since the officer was not used to the romantic part of intimacy, never experienced anything "relationship like", so this whole situation should be throwing him off. But it somehow wasn't.

They sat down on a blanket thrown over the sand, cracked open the cold beers and in complete silence enjoyed the beautiful view of an orange orb vibrantly glowing from behind the pinkish clouds, hanging over the horizon, nearly touching the line of calm water splashing lazily near them. The wind was a little chilly at this hour, although nicely refreshing, ruffling their hair with its slow gushes as their shoulders met, exchanging pleasant warmth. Watching that breathtaking sunset next to the most incredible person he's ever met was truly a dream come true. A dream that seemed too good to be reality. 

-Buck, why are you single? -Street blurted out of the blue, unable to contain curiosity any longer. He had to know what is wrong with that seemingly incredible man before they moved any further with this relation. 

-Ugly truth? -the firefighter chuckled after taking in a fairly deep breath. Street only nodded in response. -Well...for the past few years I've been hopelessly in love with my best friend and work partner Eddie. Ever since we met, and he introduced me to his amazing kid, Chris, I desperately wanted to be a part of this beautiful family, have those two incredible boys all to myself. Even if it meant giving up on my dream of having kids on my own. Eddie is a Beta, y'know? He had a wife, but she died last year. Anyway, for the longest time I've been hiding those feelings to not ruin our friendship, until one day I started noticing we've gotten closer than any friends should be. Around five months ago, I finally stopped lying to myself and everyone in our team, for whom it was obvious there is something between us. I told him how I truly feel, and he said that despite having feelings for me, he's not ready to start another serious relationship just yet. That's why I am single, Jim. I was too busy waiting for Eddie to change his mind. To let me love him. 

And, oh.

Jim could feel his heavy heart drop all the way to the ground.

And then Buck grabbed his fucking hand and squeezed it so tenderly it almost made him cry like a fucking baby because suddenly it started to feel like he chose him over the possible love of his life and all the chaotic thoughts of being a temporary replacement or a rebound or whatever else instantaneously vanished.

-I'm done waiting. -the Alpha smiled, fondly looking at the cop with those bright, blue eyes, and Street just melted. -Few weeks before we me met, I decided it's enough. My patience has officially run out, and I am more than ready to move on. -he assured, probably sensing or even seeing the Omega's already fading distress. -What about you? Why are you single, Jim?

Oh Lord. Why didn't he think beforehand that this question might absolutely shoot right back at him? Dammit.

Ugly truth, huh?

Very ugly indeed.

-I...almost killed someone once. -he whispered after gathering the much-needed courage, his jaw impossibly tense as he stared at the darkened waves. -It was back at the police academy. Everyone except me in my class was either a Beta or an Alpha, so they were giving me a pretty hard time, trying to force me to quit because apparently Omegas have no place in the force. I was changing by my locker one day when out of nowhere that one especially obsessed with harassing me fucker showed up behind my back, said "Maybe I should make you my obedient little bitch." and bit my neck. Hard. I fucking lost it. Next thing I remember is him lying on the ground, blood all over my hands, his face beaten into a pulp. They told me he developed a severe brain bleed, couldn't become a cop afterwards. And I couldn't trust any Alpha anymore, in fear they will try to forcefully make me "normal", an obedient little bitch. -revealed, quickly wiping a single tear rolling down his cheek. -If I am not interested in Betas and wary of Alphas, who do I date, huh? -Jim laughed nervously, not daring to gaze at the other man out of  unnecessary embarrassment. He's never told that story to anyone but Chris. She was furious.

-Damn, and I thought, I'm a hot mess. -Buck whistled, swiftly pulling the cop into his arms. -Guess we both are. -sighed, resting his cheek on the top of the other man's head.

-Not quite. I'm definitely hotter. -joked the officer, shifting himself to look at that pretty, slightly concerned face.  

-I'll give you that one. -chuckled the firefighter, capturing Street's lips in a quick kiss. -Fuck, Jim, you make me wanna keep you.

-You like damaged goods? -the Omega snorted in response, entangling his fingers into those soft blond strands.

-Duh! -Buck exclaimed. -No one should pretend they're perfect. It's really cool that you're not afraid to share your truth. -added with a wide smile, making Jim feel dizzy from all the affection he's been receiving. There is nothing more pleasantly overwhelming than being held by your crush while they tell you they wish to be with you. Nothing.

-Keep me then. -he offered. -I enjoy you Buck, a lot, actually. Even though we barely know each-other, around you I finally feel truly respected and...safe. It's not like I'm one hundred percent sure we would work, but I'd love to at least try. You don't have to respond... -tried to explain, but got promptly interrupted by a rather possessive kiss. -...right now.

-Are you for real?! -shouted the younger man, gazing at the officer in pure disbelief, his watery eyes sparkling with raw happiness.

-Do you seriously want me to repeat those most cringeworthy words I've ever said? -Street frowned, trying very hard not to blush after realizing what he's just shamelessly confessed. Buck laughed in response before leaning down to kiss his boyfriend one more time, stopping for a second to whisper:

-I'll take it as a yes.

---

They stayed on the beach until it got dark and too cold for sitting there in thin hoodies, the chill crawling under their skins despite being in close contact. Driven by the desire to go somewhere warmer, the two of them literally stormed through the apartment door, like some horny teenagers unable to stop touching even for a moment all the way back there.

Plastered to the wall, Street could barely breathe as their tongues mixed, unbelievably hungry and equally needy as their lower parts. Already hard in his pants, he hopelessly thrust into Buck's matching erection, causing him to growl and suddenly break the kiss.

-Carry me upstairs? -Jim immediately requested, wrapping his muscular arms around the taller man's neck, gently brushing the silky hair.

-Didn't you say you would let me do it only that one time? -chuckled the Alpha, firmly grabbing onto the sturdy hips while gazing into those foggy, starving eyes looking at him expectantly as they stood there pressed together, their dicks desperate to get some heavenly friction.

-Well, in my defense, I didn't plan on seeing you more than once. -revealed the cop blushing subtly. He certainly didn't predict they would meet ever again, let alone start dating, and was pretty sure it was a mutual feeling. Because who could've possibly predicted them instantly clicking? No one.

-Ouch! -Buck whined dramatically before obediently slipping his large palms under the beefy thighs and effortlessly picking his boyfriend up. -Are you aware you're not the lightest person in the world?

-Aren't you firefighters supposed to be like...super strong? -teased the Omega, tightening the legs around his lover to put pressure on their aroused cocks while the younger man hurried them to the bedroom. -You're gonna save on gym with me.

-I have free gym at work! -the firefighter giggled, carefully putting Jim back on the floor. -I do like that you are so ripped tho. It's really fucking hot. -added, unexpectedly pushing the officer onto the bed that creaked dangerously under his weight.

-Did I perhaps hit a nerve? -Street hummed after quickly recovering from the initial shock of being violently shoved. Buck only snorted in response and swiftly took off his white hoodie, soon joined by the bottoms on the ground. Gloriously naked, he then climbed over his fully dressed boyfriend and instead of helping him get rid of the itching material, focused on marking the round jaw with kisses. The cop whimpered in annoyance, desperately needing complete skin to skin contact, not merely a hint. His hands erratically wandered along the uncovered spine, gently caressed the warm flesh as his lover made him squirm, bruising the extremely sensitive neck. But still, it was simply not enough. So, he grabbed a fistful of golden hair and yanked them. Not too hard to cause any pain, but enough to grab attention.

-Buck, sweetheart, if you don't start fucking me anytime soon, I'll probably lose my mind. -he groaned, looking right into the visibly darkened, slightly surprised blue eyes that instantly widened upon hearing Jim's complaint. 

-On it. -assured the Alpha, and as promised began to undress him, starting with the hoodie. Once it was gone, Street shivered from the rapid change in temperature, the colder air unpleasantly licked the burning skin. Seeing the tremble, the firefighter started kissing his chest, tender pecks one by one led a trail all the way to the strained pants he easily pulled down, revealing the soaked underwear hiding the prominent erection. Jim was so hard it was physically uncomfortable. A loud moan escaped him when the suffocating penis finally got some air. Even louder one when Buck confidently licked it from the very bottom up to the leaking tip. The moment it disappeared in its entirety inside the velvety mouth was so intense, everything instantly went dark. He could only feel the utter ecstasy and hear himself produce the most shameful, erotic sounds forced out by his dick being skillfully sucked. There was no doubt he would not last long. The orgasm was approaching quickly, fueled by two fingers entering him in preparation for the main event. When they spread open, that did it, came on the spot, pressing deep into Buck's throat.

-Sorry. You okay, baby? -Street asked, seeing the younger man cough once he pulled away, his eyes visibly watery. -C'mere. -he ordered, extending an arm towards his boyfriend, who eagerly lied down on the heavily breathing chest, inhaling the familiar scent until the fact he was yet to release started bothering the recovering officer. -I'm pretty sure I mentioned something about fucking me. -he whispered suggestively, laying a gentle kiss on the sweaty forehead, more than ready to resume the fun.

That's all Buck needed to hear. Joining their lips, he pushed himself up and shifted to comfortably fit between Jim's spread legs. Without them parting, the Alpha lined his coming back to life penis with the loosened opening and effortlessly slid right in, completely filling the incredibly hot, twitching insides.

-Fuck, you feel so good. -he huffed, withdrawing a little before thrusting back in, his moves shallow to avoid falling out of the immensely wet hole. The Omega could feel his cock harden again as the other man began the unrushed rhythm and leaned down to bury his nose in the fragrant neck, nibbling on the skin from time to time. It was ecstatic, having such a sensitive body part played with, marked subtly by someone he truly cared for. He wrapped his arms around Buck and lightly grazed the arching spine while the firefighter's penis rubbed the throbbing prostate. Their mixed groans and moans started to slowly increase, but neither of them was interested in ending it fast. The new couple wanted to enjoy themselves. So, in tight embrace they leisurely followed the blissful release's path until the friction became unbearable, overwhelmed all the senses and forced the powerful orgasms out.

Later on, they curled up together, aching terribly, however insanely happy. Street had a hard time dozing off, tormented by disbelief in what has happened over the past few days. He met a guy in the weirdest situation possible, randomly saw him at the bar on the same day, slept with him, and then, after barely one date, became his fucking boyfriend. How crazy was that?! And even though it surely sounded insane, Jim didn't care in the slightest, being reverently held by a man who made him laugh was all that mattered, and he couldn't wait to get to properly know him.

The first "new" thing he learned was that he did not like waking up alone in someone else's house. Still half asleep, he rolled over, reached for his phone and with a good yawn checked the time. 9:17. Now it made sense - Buck's shift started over an hour ago. He couldn't believe he slept through him getting ready for work, and that he was even allowed to do so. Maybe they were together now, however, it was quite odd to let someone you barely know stay in your home without supervision. At least that's what Street thought. Not really keen on doing anything after having quite a night, it took him another forty minutes to get himself out of the comfortable, pleasantly smelling bed into the shower and then downstairs for a coffee. To his surprise, on the kitchen island, a single key lied next to a vibrantly pink note neatly folded in half with his name written on it, containing the cutest, most heart-warming message he's ever received:

Dearest boyfriend ♡

Work :(

Stay as long as you want!

Close the door pls

Jim couldn't stop a fond, intrusive smile from growing as he kept looking at the piece of paper.

That man's adorable sincerity surely will be the death of him. 

[rainboq]

Is it true that dontnod had their hands tied when it comes to the sexuality of their characters?

It's pretty blatantly obvious. 2015 was a very different time for writing queer characters in games, you have to remember what happened with FOX news and the first Mass Effect game. Games publishers weren't exactly in a hurry to court that kind of press attention again, and from what DONTNOD have said, Square was basically the only publisher who would let them keep Max a girl in the first place. Since I don't work at DN, and I don't crawl through their old interviews, I have to use the text itself to draw this conclusion.

When you look at the game as a text, it's very clear that it's a sapphic love story. Chloe's dialogue makes it very clear that she was romantically entangled, if not actually dating, Rachel, and her room is plastered with pictures of women in sexual or revealing poses, but she never states her sexuality. I don't know if you ever spent any time around queer people, but, uh... that doesn't really happen. The choice to kiss Chloe is also presented as a major choice, something that will alter the trajectory of Max's life, while Warren is... there. Literally the first time the player sees him, Max makes it clear that she doesn't want any physical contact (meanwhile she's constantly touching Chloe). His asking Max to the movies is presented with no special framing and doesn't even happen in the text, Max's time with him is extremely limited while we spend most of our time with Chloe, and the option to kiss him is only a standard dialogue option. You may not even get it.

Go back and watch the morning scene in episode 3 and pay attention to the framing, it's very clearly presented with the cinematic language of a morning after scene, Chloe even smokes in bed after Max gets up. Hell, go play the pool scene and choose the "bro killer" line. Hannah's delivery is perfect for a Max who is utterly smitten with Chloe, and is literally Max saying that she finds Chloe attractive, plus Chloe's disgust at Max's implication that she'd have an easy time dating a guy is very explicit. The entire central thesis of the story is Max and Chloe's relationship, framed around the search for Chloe's missing lover.

And yet... the only time we hear that Chloe loved Rachel is when she finds her corpse, and one of the deleted lines from the sacrifice Chloe ending is Chloe confessing her love for Max. Here's where we hit the "their hands were tied" problem. Editorially, they're only allowed to use that language and framing when there's grief involved. The only acceptable queer love story to a cishet audience is a tragic one, that's where the bury your gays tropes comes from. We never once get a frank discussion of sexuality, or even a flirtatious one like Alex and Steph have while playing foosball.

You can also see shades of this in Before the Storm, especially surrounding Steph. Pay attention to the language Chloe uses to talk about Steph being a lesbian. She never outright says the word, only that Steph kisses girls and that's cool. Honestly, I wish we could have gotten a whole scene of Steph and Chloe talking about how confusing sexuality is, and Chloe trying to parse her feelings with how empty her relationships with boys have been vs what she's feeling for Rachel. Instead we got... *sigh*.

I have to wonder what Life is Strange would have looked like if they had been able to write about the sexuality of their characters in an open and honest manner. As it stands, all we have is a bunch of very blatant queer coding that gets confirmed very quickly but nobody actually says the word gay. Max and Chloe walked so Sean and Alex could run, and I can't wait to see where the franchise goes next.

Maybe we might even get a trans protagonist. A girl can dream.

[moss-on-writing-555]

Max Mayfield x Female Reader

Requested?: Yes

Summary: Max doesn't want to hide anymore

Prompt: 7. "I can’t have this argument with you again." "But-" "No. I’m done." (I did change it slightly)

A/n: I know Max probably wouldn't pressure her girlfriend to come out but let's just say she's frustrated

You and Max were fighting. Again. After six months of dating she wanted to tell the boys and El. You on the other hand didn't want to. You were terrified of what they would say.

"I can't believe you would tell them you liked Steve!" Max yelled

While playing truth or dare at Mike's, Dustin had asked if you liked anyone and in panic you made up a fake attraction to Steve. That got the question forgotten about quickly. By everyone except your girlfriend that is.

"I didn't say that!" You yelled back

"'I don't really like anyone but I guess Steve's really cute'!"

"Exactly! I said I don't like anyone!"

"But you like me!"

"That's different!"

"How?! You told me you wanted to be with me!"

"I do, Max! I do!"

"Then tell them!"

"I can't!"

"You've known them way longer then I have and I'm ready! Why aren't you?!"

"I just can't!"

"No one cares that Will's gay so why would they give a shit that we are?!"

"It's different with us! We're girls and are actually together! Just give me a couple more months, Max!"

"I can’t keep having this argument with you!"

"But-"

"No. I’m done. We're done."

Tears formed in your eyes. You didn't want to lose her.

"Please, Max. I'm not ready. This isn't fair!"

"You're not being fair to me. I don't want to hide anymore! At least not from our friends."

"Can we be together again? When I'm ready?"

"Maybe. But don't expect me to wait on you."

With that she grabbed her skateboard and left you standing in your bedroom with tears rolling down your cheeks.

[julemmaes]

Robyn

Rowaelin Month, Day Ten

A/N: I'd planned on posting them in order, but you get what you get. Idk when the other prompts will come tbf. I hope soon. Anyway, I managed to write over 6k words today and I'm pretty fucking proud.

This is just fluff over fluff, so yep enjoy!!

Word count: 3,047

Rowan was unbelievably late as he sped through the streets of Orynth.

So late that the school had called not only him, but also the front desk of the place where he worked when he hadn't answered the call on his personal phone. Sorscha, his assistant, had entered his office with an embarrassed smile on her lips, as if she didn't want to tell him that he had forgotten for the umpteenth time to pick up his daughter from school.

Lorcan had joined him, for some strange reason, but Rowan had stopped bothering when it came to his best friend. He'd been trying to figure out how he reasoned for years and had come to the conclusion that there was no logical sense in the actions of the man sitting next to him, who was currently singing at the top of his lungs to one of the songs on the Frozen CD - which much to the chagrin of both of them, had gotten stuck in his car radio months before, forcing them into hours of torture.

He would never deny that the songs were all quite catchy, but after the sixteenth time Rowan had had to listen to Let It Go at maximum volume, his positive opinion of the film had begun to waver.

As they pulled into the school parking lot, Rowan noticed with deep regret that the only cars still there were those of the teachers and school staff.

They both got out of the car, Rowan walking quickly towards the entrance while Lorcan dragged behind him.

He greeted the caretakers sitting at the entrance, who returned a big smile. A smile that grew even wider when his large, imposing friend entered a few moments later. He stopped to talk to the old ladies and Rowan walked down the corridor he knew led to Robyn's classroom.

He could hear muffled voices from inside the teachers' room on the left and the one he knew belonged to Miss Galathynius coming from the right. He looked out over the classroom, spotting the two people sitting at a desk.

As soon as his daughter saw him, her eyes widened and a huge smile flashed across her face.

No words. No "hello, daddy!" or "I missed you!" from the little girl.

Her teacher turned as she leapt out of her chair and ran towards him, hugging his legs and looking up at him. Rowan smiled at her in turn, running a hand over her hair that was shot in every direction.

"Hello, little bird," he murmured to her. The child's smile widened even more if that was possible.

The woman a few feet away from them pulled herself upright, crossing her arms over her chest and offering a sincere smile to the child, who hid behind his thighs.

Rowan was about to tell her that Robyn was shy with everyone like this, ready to defend his daughter's behaviour as he was used to doing in front of every adult, but he was beaten to the punch.

"It's good to see you, Mr Whitethorn," she said, extending a hand. Rowan shook it without hesitation. "Actually, I just wanted to write you a letter regarding Robyn," she continued, never taking her eyes off the little girl. "Nothing serious," she hastened to reassure him when Rowan grimaced, "quite the contrary. Robyn is remarkably good. One of the best in the class, though I shouldn't offer that information so bluntly."

Miss Galathynius winked at him, but he couldn't process what he'd just been told.

"Sorry, could you-"

The little hands clamped around his trousers tightened a fraction more and Rowan looked down, trying to figure out what was bothering his daughter, but then something happened that he hadn't even dared to dream about in recent times.

"You're here!"

The little girl broke off and ran away from him in less than the blink of an eye.

Rowan turned just in time to see Lorcan grab Robyn in mid-air, spinning her around as he brought her to his chest and showered her with kisses. The loud, incessant laughter that erupted from her seemed too much coming from that fragile little body, but he never tired of hearing it.

"Why hello baby!" said Lorcan laughing in turn, starting to tickle her until she begun to rebel and he was forced to let her slide to the floor. Robyn was still laughing at the top of her lungs and nearly fell to the ground as she squealed left and right, letting herself be pushed around by the closest thing to an uncle she had ever had.

When Rowan turned back to the woman, she was wide-eyed and her lips slightly parted as she watched the massive man dressed completely in black and the menacing face turn into a completely different person the second he had seen Robyn.

He chuckled, "I know, it's not every day you get to see a little girl be so comfortable with a brute like that."

Lorcan, who was listening to everything, looked him straight in the eye and without stopping smiling and playing with the little girl, mouthed to him to fuck off.

"Well, yeah. You caught me a little off guard." she confessed, still shocked to hear how Robyn was having a full conversation with Lorcan. They couldn't hear anything of what she was actually saying, but even just the fact she was talking to someone seemed to have Aelin unsettled.

She returned her attention to Rowan and let out a breath that sounded more like a giggle, "I've never heard her laugh before."

He nodded, blushing a little at the teacher's surprised but relieved tone.

"I'm sure the dean warned you about the problem she has," he said in a low voice. He grimaced at her poor choice of words, "I mean, not problem, but the difficulty she finds in interacting with people she doesn't know."

Liar, he told himself. Robyn hadn't spoken to anyone but him and Lorcan since the day Lyria had died. It wasn't a difficulty, but a response to the trauma that prevented her from speaking to anyone who wasn't part of her immediate family.

"I know, I know. We've been looking for solutions together." she informed him. "I give her a white board every morning. Come on, I'll show you." she turned to the desk they were sitting at earlier and raised the magnetic board, on which a few words were scribbled on. "I'll write here what she might need. Yes. No. I need to go to the bathroom. I'm thirsty. I'm hungry." she read, listing the various options. Rowan gaped. "We've only just started going over the alphabet for a second time, so she can't really read or write yet, as I imagine you know, but the little drawings next to each sentence help her."

She continued talking, but he couldn't quite follow.

The woman in front of him - aside from being breathtakingly beautiful - had done as much as she could to help her child with communication.

"Mr. Whitethorn-"

"Rowan. Please, call me Rowan." he said, clearing his throat once he realized how hoarse it sounded to his ears. Lorcan walked up to them at that point, still holding Robyn in his arms and positioned himself next to him, letting their shoulders touch in a comforting way.

"Call me Aelin, then," she smiled at them both. Then she made a small grimace, turning to Rowan, "I wanted to ask if it bothered you, that I sought a solution like that. Maybe I put her in distress, embarrassed her. I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I wanted to solve this on my own. I really wanted to discuss it with you, with your husband too, to avoid misunderstandings. Maybe we could arrange a meeting."

He was about to tell her that she had given him the exact opposite of annoyance, that he had been more than pleased that she had helped Robyn this way, when her words finally registered.

Lorcan, beside him, had opened his mouth wide and his lips were slowly bending into a mischievous smile.

Rowan furrowed his brow, "I'm sorry, what?"

Aelin's smile seemed to falter. "A meeting? With you? To talk about how to handle the situation," then she shifted her gaze to Lorcan, "You're more than welcome to join as well. I didn't know Robyn had two dads, I apologise for assuming Robyn had a mum and dad. That was very rude of me-"

"I love this," Lorcan whispered, laughing in shock. He turned to Rowan with eyes that sparkled with amusement, "I would definitely be the top."

Rowan looked at him with an expression of complete shock on his face, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Robyn gasped, opening her eyes wide and bringing a hand to her mouth, pointing then to Rowan's.

"Yeah, sorry, love. I shouldn't have said the bad word." he apologised, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. He turned back to Miss Galathynius, "I'm sorry to have to disappoint you, but we're not married."

"No need to lie, sweetie. I'm sure Aelin," he gave her a knowing look, "doesn't mind at all about our relationship status."

Aelin nodded, "Well, yes. That doesn't change anything. Mr..." she turned to Lorcan, searching for a name.

"Salvaterre."

"Mr. Salvaterre can still attend. The fact that you are not yet married is no reason why you cannot both be present at the meeting. You don't have to worry, we are a very tolerant school and if anyone bothers you, you can come directly to me."

A sound of sheer glee escaped Lorcan.

Aelin continued, "I mean it. I was pleased to see both of you today. I was also pleased to see Robyn smiling so much." she concluded, looking the little one in the face.

Rowan took a deep breath, bracing himself, "No, I meant, we're not a couple. We're not gay. He's her uncle."

The woman's blonde eyebrows shot up and a second later she turned almost as red as the dress Robyn was wearing as Lorcan shook his head muttering something very much like 'you're no fun', which made Robyn giggle.

"Why did you even get off the car?" he asked him exasperated.

Lorcan shrugged, "Because I missed my little bean, you monster." he replied, clutching Robyn to his chest. The little girl clutched Lorcan's shirt in her chubby little hands and Rowan huffed, shaking his head.

Aelin brought her hands to her face, leaning against the desk behind her. She shook her head, her face still hidden, "Oh, god. I'm so sorry."

Lorcan let out a dry laugh, "Don't worry about it. It was fun while it lasted." then he turned to Rowan again, who was still trying to recover from the idea of being involved in a relationship with his friend, "You're really no fun."

"Yeah, no fun dad." repeated Robyn.

Silence fell over the class. Rowan looked at her with wide eyes and blinked once, twice. Robyn was staring at him with a sweet scowl that mimicked so much that of the man who was still holding her, but Rowan couldn't get over the fact that his daughter had spoken while Aelin was still beside them.

He was about to talk, noticing how Robyn had started squirming in Lorcan's arms, when there was a knock at the door.

They both turned, Aelin peering over Rowan's shoulder, and saw the figure of a petite girl with black hair and eyes standing in the doorway, watching them with her head slightly bent to the side. She had a tag on her t-shirt that was too colourful to belong to someone who didn't work in a school with children, so he guessed she was a teacher herself. Besides, Rowan felt like he'd seen her elsewhere. Probably every day when he picked Robyn up from school, he said to himself.

"I know you're not supposed to eavesdrop but I stopped by earlier and heard you were a couple of dads," she said by way of introduction. "I just wanted to reassure you that the school is an extremely safe place. I'm the one who did most of the interviews with the parents," that's where they had met then, "and one of the questions that is asked is just about the tolerance of the people who will be attending the school."

Aelin watched her, remaining silent the whole time and putting on an amused smile, nodded, "That's what I was telling them. How tolerant the school is. They make such a cute couple, don't you think, Elide?"

Rowan turned to her, arching an eyebrow, silently asking her what she was doing. The woman, as if she could truly understand what he was trying to convey to her, nodded her head towards Lorcan, who Rowan only then noticed was standing weirdly, his eyes fixed on the woman in the doorway.

He grinned, deciding to take his revenge right away. "Oh, yes. Thank you so much for the reassurance," Rowan began to play along as well. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lorcan turn towards him, dropping Robyn to the floor, who made a disapproving noise at being dumped so suddenly. "We are happy to know that this school is a safe place for our daughter. And for us."

Elide offered him a blinding smile, "Good. I'm happy to hear that you are pleased so far. And I am happy that Aelin is the one who is taking your daughter's class. She's the best one here."

Rowan didn't know her yet, but he knew the thing Elide had just said could only be true.

"Well," she said again, giving them an apologetic smile, "I really must go now, but if you need anything, you can find all my contact details on the website. Have a nice day!"

Aelin and Rowan said their goodbyes, thanking her. Lorcan took a while to recover, but when he realised he was staring into empty space he ran towards the door, almost stepping on little Robyn, who was moved by Aelin.

"We are very much not gay, miss!" he shouted into the hallway. Aelin, now beside him and with a hand on Robyn's shoulder, cackled. With Lorcan's infinite luck, someone walked by just then and gave him a stern look. "Oh, shut up ma'am. I'm an ally. The best ally."

Rowan shook his head as Lorcan launched himself in pursuit of the poor teacher and burst out laughing when he heard him shout, "I'm not homophobic! I'm willing to suck someone's cock if I have to prove it to you!"

Aelin opened her mouth wide before bursting out laughing in turn.

Robyn, seeing both adults so happy, giggled too and Rowan bent down to pick her up. The little girl laid her full head of white-light hair on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

She was tired and Rowan really needed to get her home to sleep.

He glanced at Aelin and reduced his lips to a thin line, "I'm sorry about the commotion, I'll try not to bring him into the building again. Even if it means tying him to the seat."

The soft laugh she gave made something tighten in his chest. He frowned.

Aelin didn't seem to notice the effect she had on him, "Don't worry, Elide is crazy about fools like him. If he says the right things, we might start seeing each other outside of school too."

Rowan nodded, now too caught up in the thought of having to take Robyn home to focus on anything else.

They agreed on when to hold the parent-teacher meeting and then he grabbed Robyn's backpack, walking towards the exit.

He was thoughtless as he reached into his pocket for his keys and balanced everything else - including the girl - on his other arm, but when Robyn's hand brushed his cheek, he looked down and his eyes met their twins. Green against green.

"What is it?"

The little girl's voice never stopped making him smile. Each time was like the first time she had said dada.

"I really like her."

Rowan frowned, "Who?"

"Miss Aelin." she whispered, almost as if she was afraid they might hear her.

He smiled at her, "Yeah? You like her?"

"She's nice to me."

Rowan had to put her down as he opened the door and let her get into the back seats by herself.

"I'm glad she's treating you well, love," he let her know, buckling her in.

He hoped she'd tell him more about her new teacher, but like any kid her age, the topic of conversation couldn't last for more than four lines apiece, "Where's Uncle Lorcan?"

Rowan snorted, "No idea, little bird."

Robyn nodded, "Elide is pretty too."

And as if those words had summoned him, Lorcan appeared beside the car, making them both scream. He entered the car in a heartbeat and turned to his daughter, who was still settling into the seat. "Do you know Miss Lochan?"

But before she could answer him, Rowan had entered the car in turn and smacked the back of his head, which made the Robyn giggle, "You're not using my daughter as your wingman. Now stop it and buckle up."

Lorcan gave him a gentle push, before doing as he was told and for once he was happy he'd convinced him to do something.

Or at least, Rowan thought he had convinced him.

"What if I left you a note to deliver to Miss Lochan, Rob? Would you be up for it?"

Rowan knew, even without looking at her, that she was nodding emphatically.

Keeping his eyes on the road, he murmured, "Could you stop calling my daughter Rob, please? You'll give her an existential crisis."

Lorcan clicked his tongue against his palate, "Rowan, I'm not giving her a damn thing. We live in this new world, okay? Your daughter could be called Simon and still be a beautiful princess. Grow up and educate yourself before you talk shit."

"Aaaah!" shouted Robyn, "Bad word!"

Rowan sighed and shook his head, but still he was smiling.

This was his life. Had been for the past two years.

And he wouldn't change it for the world.

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[hoseokslefteyebrow]

Trouble (pt.2) || M.YJ

Pairing : Min Yoonji X Reader

Genre : fluff

Summary : Now that Yoonji had gotten introduced to you, she wanted to know you. Are you really as bad as people had told her?

Wordcount : 1.5k lol

Pt.1 || Masterlist

[ A/N : The fanart ain't mine, randomly stole it from Pinterest lol.]

" I heard you cause trouble." Yoonji says as she sits down in front of the girl who's caught her eye.

You look up from your phone with a questionable look in your eyes.

" And who are you exactly?" You ask her, no undertone of politeness.

Yoonji blushes in embarrassment, having forgotten to introduce herself due to wanting to know you.

" Sorry, my names Yoonji." She tells you.

You smirk cheekily at her.

" Nice to know the pretty girl has a name. I'm Y/N by the way. And to response to your assumption earlier, do you believe them?" You ask her, holding strong eye contact as you ask her.

Yoonji shrugs her shoulder, a small smile making it's way to her own face.

" I don't know, haven't decided yet." She answers you honestly.

There's a small glint in your eyes which could mean you're surprised by her answer, but if you are, you don't really show it.

" Yah, Yoonji, break almost ended, let's go back to our lessons." 

Yoonji groans in displeasure of the appearance of her twin brother. Of course he's always there to interrupt her moment with hot girls, ( who are most probably not gay, but it's worth a try anyway.)

She sighs dramatically, making her twin roll his eyes before greeting you.

" See you around I geuss?" She smiles at you one last time before attempting to leave.

She gnaws on her lip for a moment as she glances at you when she's stood in front of the table the two of you are seated at, lowkey wanting to ask for your number but not having the guts for it.

" Yoonji." You softly call out to her as you too leave your seat.

She turns to look at you.

" You free tonight?" You ask her.

She nods enthusiastically, hoping you're asking to hang out at last.

" Good, dress casual. I'll pick you up at 7." You smile at her with a lopsided smile as you push a piece of paper into her hand before turning around and leaving.

Yoonji stares at you with admiration shining in her eyes as you leave the room, still not believing what just happened. She smiles like a giddy school girl before looking at the small piece of paper in her hand.

( Your Phone Number Xx) - Don't forget to text me sweetheart ;)

-

And so Yoonji is stood in front of her mirror later that afternoon, her room a mess as she's trying to pick out the perfect clothes for her first ever date.

Being lesbian had made it difficult for her to find a girlfriend who she could go on dates with. Until today she was actually starting to believe that she was the only lesbian around. She's tried out online dating too, but she just couldn't find the physical affection she needed. She really hoped that this date would work out.

" Yah, fatass, did you steal my charger agai- You going somewhere?" Yoongi cuts himself off as he sees his sister dressed up for once.

The twins look at each other awkwardly for a few moments before Yoonji finally breaks it.

" Close the door behind you and I'll tell you." She tells him in a hushed tone.

He knew she was a lesbian, but their parents didn't.

And so Yoongi does as asked, crossing his arms afterwards and waiting for an explanation.

" I have a date." Yoonji smiles excitedly as she smiles at him.

Yoongi nods, actually happy for his sister, tough he doesn't show her in his facial expression. It doesn't matter tough, she knows her brother well enough to know that he's happy for her.

Instead of saying anything, he checks out her outfit.

" What do you think?" She ask him.

He cocks his head to the side before answering.

" Too short." He tells her before rummaging trough the mess of clothes on her floor.

" What? No it isn't. I tough it's cute." Yoonji looks puzzled as she looks at herself trough the mirror again.

The black with pink printed crop top looks fine, even if she raises her arms all the way nothing is revealed, her skirt is admittedly on the short side, but not too bad unless she bends over all the way, plus she's wearing a pair of shorts underneath anyway.

" Here this is better." Yoongi grins as he holds up a huge sweater against her. 

She huffs and swats it away.

" Oh c'mon. My baby sister is growing up, I can't allow that." Yoongi fakes a pout.

" I'm older." She huffs.

" Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just don't let her break your heart." He tells her softly before pulling her into a hug.

" I'll be fine." She giggles.

They talk a little more before the doorbell rings, and Yoonji almost yeets to the door, not having expected that you'd actually ring the bell, thinking that you'd call her that you would call once you were in front of her door.

She runs downstairs, hoping to beat her parents to the door, however, she failed, and she only hopes that you're not mentioning the word 'date' to her parents.

" Yoonji, I think you forgot to mention to that you'd go out with a friend tonight. I assume the two of you will just grab something out to eat?" Yoonji's father asks her.

She opens her mouth to answer, but you beat her to it.

" We will sir, tough we might end up talking for a while too, but don't worry I'll have her home before midnight." You smile.

Yoonji's parents smiles at you, and Yoonji herself is only too happy by the sight.

" Don't you think she'd make a good girlfriend for Yoongi-" 

" Alright mom, dad, we'll be going now." Yoonji cuts off her parents hurriedly as she leaves the house quickly, taking you with her by wrist.

She hears her parents yell out greetings before closing the door.

" I'm sorry about that." She mumbles as she lets go of your wrist, avoiding your eyes.

" You didn't come out yet?" You ask her softly.

She shakes her head wordlessly, and you nod in response.

" Okay, well, let's go." You cheer as you motion for her to follow.

She's relieved you don't pry, but concerned when you walk in the opposite direction of town.

" Where are you going? Town is that way." She tells you.

You look confused for a moment behead smiling and shaking your head.

You don't say anything as you take her hand and instead lead her to an old black and yellow lined Hyundai Azera first model. You suprise her by taking out your keys and unlocking it by inserting the key.

" My lady'." You smile as you open the passenger door for her.

She wordlessly steps in, you shutting the door behind her and walking over to the driver's side.

"Sorry that my car's this old and cranky by the way." You smile embaressedly as you close the door behind you.

Yoonji smiles at you and shakes her head.

" Don't worry about it, your car looks fine. I don't know a lot of people our age who own a car anyway." She tells you.

" I work at a car garage, this one came in all beat up, the owner left it to be brought to a dump, I was allowed to fix it up as long as I bought the stuff with my own money." You tell her proudly, starting up the engine.

" That's really cool. Can I ask you a question?" She wonders out loud.

" How did you come out to your parents?" She asks curiously.

You swallow and your eyes harden, making her worry that you asked the wrong question.

" My parents are not with me, let's just say." You tell her, your eyes focusing on the road.

" Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry." She says guiltily.

You shake your head, not saying anything as you start to speed off.

The next moments are in tense silence, until you break it.

" So, I know the first date is supposed to be fancy and stuff, but I hope you don't mind Mackey D's for our first date." You smile at her shortly.

She laughs, not at all minding.

" It's okay, I don't mind. Anywhere is fine as long it's with you." She says with a smile before turning red, did she really just say that out loud?

You've turned a soft pink too, and a laugh leaves your throat at her answer.

" Damn, you're adorable. And don't worry, I'll take you out on a proper date after this one." You smile widely.

She turns pink in response.

[ A/N : Someone tell me they like it, and I might make a pt.3 lol]

[ultravioletsoul]

the reader thinking that vladimir is gay and yuri is his secret boyfriend, that's freaking gold lol on the other hand, imagine the amazing bromance those two must have for her to believe they're probably a couple xD omg i can't with this haha it's just too good.

Hahahaha, yes! It just occurred to me when I was listening to Malchik Gay (gay boy in Russian). It’s been years since I listened to t.A.T.u. and lemme tell you the nostalgia for the 2000s is strong.I mean, the lyrics tho

Rea-tan would be confused at first but then starts putting two and two together and goes “oooohhh… i think i get it now :O” but keeps it to herself xD

We know that Vladimir and Yuri had a strong bond before the events of MW2. They seemed to have a small history prior to the mission of One Shot One Kill in MW, in 1996, which means they've had several years of solid friendship. And not just any ordinary friendship. They were blood brothers (not in the sense of being a family but them being bound by loyalty and devotion). They were men who fought and killed and committed a lot of crimes together. Such complicity and the sharing of common goals created a significant and deep connection that might have seemed unbreakable in the beginning. 

Yuri was about the only person that Vladimir would have trusted with his life and let his guard down around. Suffice it to say that Vladimir turned him into his right-hand man when Zakhaev died and Yuri acted as his second in command. He chose his old best friend for that position because he knew Yuri was the only one who would watch his back, when others just wanted to kick him out of the party and claim the victory that Vladimir had given them in the civil war as their own. Yuri chose to follow Vladimir when the Ultranationalists split up because he wouldn’t stay with those who betrayed his friend and the interests of Russia.

That was one of Vladimir’s (and Yuri's) worst moments because his mentor and leader had been recently assassinated. The party he’d fought for, killed for, given up his soul for, and dedicated many years of his life, all of a sudden brushed him aside because they saw him as a threat to their current interests (which had nothing to do with the reason why the party was originally created). And though Vladimir still had the support of many in the military, he was bitter at the way their efforts and sacrifices were wasted for nothing, as he watched Zakhaev’s ideals for a new and stronger Russia be so quickly forgotten once the political wing of the Ultranationalists sat in power. And of course, Yuri was by his side throughout it all in spite of his uneasiness with some of Vladimir’s most ruthless actions.

He wasn’t just Vladimir’s best friend. He was his war buddy, his partner in crime, his confidant, the closest thing he had between a brother and life partner. So as you can imagine, homoerotic subtext wouldn’t be weird at all nor would they feel, I think, uncomfortable with it XD

You know, they’ve probably gone in various missions together and nights out in the wild must have been long and cold. If needed, I bet they didn’t mind snuggling together to keep warm ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) if any of them woke up with a morning wood poking at the other, they’d be like “did you pull a knife on me or are you happy to see me?” and not think anything else about it. Plus, I can assure you Yuri is the only man who can make homoerotic jokes about them, smack his ass and not be murdered in the process. Vladimir wouldn’t even be fazed by that behavior…. that’s just how they greet in private (? 

And of course, they would argue like an old married couple, they mock and rough one another up to release all that pent up testosterone (but would tear apart anyone who messes with their bro), they’ve shared flings with women and at this point they’ve seen each other’s junk too. They have already reached that ultimate level of intimacy and aren’t even embarrassed of being butt naked around the other anymore, sharing a bed together, and Vladimir may show a keen interest in watching Yuri have sex with some woman they're shagging while having a smoke. It’s the most normal thing in the world between bros :v

He would never share Rea-tan with Yuri tho.

But on that note, probably Yuri's betrayal was the one that hurt the most and the one he didn't expect.

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Oranges are not the only fruit, by Jeanette Winterson

I have been trying to read this book for almost ten years, but every time I was at my local library they either didn't have it or I had forgotten about it. I didn't want to read it in PDF, and luckily this year I could get my hands on the english (original) version, so there it goes. 

Before we delve into it: TW for exorcism, conversion therapy and a sex scene (not descriptive, but it happens) between an adult and a minor. 

This book tells us the life and adventures of young Jeanette, a girl who has been adopted into a religious family. Her devout mother wants to make a missionary out of her, and so raises her by the bible's words and (edited) versions of Jane Eyre. She lives a normal, religious life until she falls for a girl working at a fish stall and their friendship quickly turns into romance, making everyone repudiate them while Jeanette starts to realize that she is a lesbian, and to question everything she knows. 

I found the writing style intriguing and hard to define. I loved it because it challenged me; it was not like anything I have ever read before. All over the place but focused, wandering but always going to a point that you couldn't see just yet. It took the reader by surprise, and I truly admire Jeanette Winterson for it. The way she described everything was also really interesting: full of wonder but at the same time with that feeling of nostalgia and desperation that plagues some old books. I also enjoyed how nothing was done to be palatable, or to fit into some mold. Things were just like they were, and this book embraced everything as it came; the happy, the sad and the outright weird, which is a lot, as the protagonist is greatly confused by the world (who wouldn't be?). The style also changed in slight but powerful ways: some scenes are written in a sharp, realistic way, while others are strange and blurry like a dream. It highlights the protagonist's mental state in each scene perfectly. This book is slow at the start, and albeit I loved all the funny moments, which there are a lot of, I got a little impatient while waiting for the plot to reveal itself. But the wait paid off: I loved this book. From the ones I have read for this blog, it is my favourite so far. It might even be my favourite book, but I just finished it so I want to give it more time before saying something like this. 

I usually dislike books that are about the author, or that have a shameless author avatar as the protagonist. They are usually boring and egocentric, painting the protagonist as someone who can do no wrong, or who is literally perfect and completely boring to read about. Reading these kind of books often feels like reading the author's ego fantasies, and it makes me feel second hand embarrasment and to pity the author at the same time because I find it sad to have the need to write oneself as perfect, as if they are seeking validation from their readers. 

This book was an example of the author as protagonist done right. It helps that it was written by a woman; we usually can't make a career out of writing ourselves as flawless, or even as powerful without people bemoaning about it not being realistic or being a bore. Male authors get away with it way more easily. Jeanette is always curious about the world, too naïve and trusting at times, but always finding the fun and the irony in all situations, even the harshest ones. She acts as much as she observes: this book is about her as much as it is about her town, her mother and the religious order she is part of. It also speaks a lot about the contradictions of faith and religion itself.

One of my favourite scenes was when the neighbours are having sex, the protagonist's mother hears them and, along with other christians, starts to play the piano and to shout passages of the bible in hopes to make them stop "sinning". I like it because it is as crazy and hilarious as it sounds. The protagonist had a way to highlight irony and to always turn the most bizarre situations into the ridiculous. I also loved the funeral scene, but I don't want to give away any spoilers of that one. I will just say that Murphy's law is at play.

I also loved the tales of the Prince, of Sir Percival and of Winnet the witch apprentice. Despite seemingly being random at first, they gave continuity to Jeanette's story in very interesting and creative ways. The tale of the Prince who searched for perfection was very ironic, displaying Winterson's clever sense of humor and her ability to narrate in different ways. Sir Percival's was my favourite, it was very sad but had the particular madness of those who leave everything behind in the search of a delirious dream, something very human. Winnet's tale was very much like Jeanette's life, in a way, and full of hope towards the ending. 

Despite my quick summary, don't expect anything "shippable" in this book. This book has a lesbian protagonist, excellent insights into the mind of a homosexual and religious person and about life itself, but it is not the type of literature where you will find romance. If anything, you will find gay people throwing their lovers to the wolves for the sake of being forgiven by their community, or having to throw themselves to the wolves so that their lover will be forgiven. It was hard to read in that aspect. 

Read this book if you are curious about the story of a lesbian and christian girl who has to confront the fact that her religion sees her as a demon, if you like ironic and dark comedy and short tales. Don't read this book if you're searching for a love story. The best recommendation that I can give you right now for that is Lady Knight.