#lesbo all along

[master-missysversion]

This might be an unpopular opinion but yknow even though i do personally think Rose is bi, I do not think she had bi vibes at all. She feels like the girl you know in secondary school who is the most straightest straight girl ever with a well known boyfriend that you only find out is bi when she suddenly announces her marriage to her wife on Facebook

[xoxxbilliexoxx]

Friends? Just Friends?

part 2

part 1 here

When you wake up after a night that changed everything for you two, Billie lets you continue exploring what it’s like to be with a girl … ;)

y/n POV

As the sunlight peaks through the curtains I’m slowly pulled from my slumber. My eyes stay closed, allowing myself to fall in and out of a sleepy haze. The cool sheets rub against my soft legs and the breeze from the open window runs lightly along my arm. As I roll over I smile at the smell of Billie’s shampoo and perfume blending together. It’s a smell that has taken over my bed with the frequency that she shares it with me. I take a deep breath, letting it flood my senses before sighing and returning back to my thoughtless meditative state. It isn’t until I feel the brisk air hit my bare chest that I realize I’m naked. My eyes flash open as I turn to see Billie’s exposed boobs only half covered by the sheets and I am hit with the memories of last night. It all felt like a dream I didn’t want to wake up from. Now I'm remembering just how real it was as I see her bruise covered neck. I close my eyes again, smiling as I play it all back in my head. play back the feeling of her boobs in my mouth, her lips on my lips, her tongue on my pussy. As I lay still, happily reminiscing on the passion we shared, the sunrays hits my eyelids and my brain is filled with gold light. I feel the bed moving and as billie’s body pushes against mine I open my eyes, watching her lips meet my forehead before she settles back down on my chest.

“goodmorning pretty girl” I half whisper half speak, my morning voice cracking through my throat. “goodmorning lesbo” she giggles back at me. “so that was real huh? not just an amazing dream I had last night?” i flirt out, not hiding it at all. “oh no baby it was very very real, so real, in fact, that ur still very much naked” Billie states, as her hand wanders down to my core, swiping her fingers between my lips making me twitch before bringing it back up and hugging me. Her intentions weren’t to get me horny again, they were more to just tease lightly, but I don’t think she realizes just how powerful of an effect she has on me. I lay still for a while, feeling overwhelmed by the joy I’m getting from billie cuddled up on my chest, the long building tension now gone and the flirting no longer needing to be hidden. I don’t dare ask what is going on, not only because I don’t want to ruin the moment but because I truthfully don’t care right now. All I care about is the way Billie makes me feel, and the way we so naturally fell into this dynamic, like it was meant to happen exactly as it did; Like we are exactly where we are meant to be.

Her fingertips lightly stroke my arm up and down, her touch so soft that her fingers continue to lift, disconnecting and reconnecting over and over. I hum at the feeling. It’s so peaceful with her, like we've been doing this forever. “Your skin is so soft, how did I not notice this before?” I laugh at her question before answering, “I think you were scared to touch me for a while, Eilish” She's silent for a second. I can feel her cheeks moving, forming into a smile. “mmmmm well I can touch you all I want now” she finally says before moving her hand up to grab my boob, shaking her hand up and down making it move with her. She looks so amused, so happy to have me like this now, to touch me like this now. “you better quit it before you get me all horny again” I laugh, pulling her hand away. Before I let her go, she interlocks it with mine and lays them both back down. “And what would be so wrong with you being horny again?” she looks up at me as she finishes her question. When I look down to meet her glance I can’t help but giggle at the smug look on her face. “shit i’m not complaining, go ahead baby” I crack back at her, my honest tone mixing in with the laughter, making it clear she can do whatever she’d like.

Everything feels so much more real when there isn’t wine in the mix, when the moon is no longer glowing but instead the sun is filling the room, when the birds outside are chirping. Her touch moving across my lower stomach, the goosebumps forming on my skin, her lips making contact with my collarbone, it’s all so much more real. She looks up and, fuck, this eye contact feels oh so real. when our lips touch it’s more delicate than it was last night, more intimate somehow. It’s slow, like we aren’t wanting to devour each other, but instead want to learn exactly what our lips feel like against one another. The slow speed continues but the passion grows. Our lips dance between each other, finding a rhythm, making up the choreography and sticking with it. The light sounds of kissing fills the room and we stay just like this for a while. We aren’t in a rush, I don’t need sex, I need her.

My own hands grow curious of her body and my confidence builds. As Billie’s lips continue to wrap around mine and her body is still draped across me, I grab her waist and pull her up more. Our heads are now equal, I'm no longer looking down at her. Her one leg is thrown across my body and her other is snug against my side. Our lips continue to move slowly but passionately, not wanting to end this intense make out session. I can’t remember the last time I made out with someone this long without it turning into more. Men and their fucking lack of foreplay, ew. I let my hand move down to Billie’s ass and squeeze it hard, wanting more of her body immediately. Our lips are speeding up and the kiss is becoming sloppier. I feel a hunger growing from deep within me, but it’s not for my own pleasure. I suddenly feel an intense craving to touch her, to please her, to learn all the parts of her body like she did for me last night. My thoughts race around my head as we continue to let the desire build. I don’t know what to do, or how to do it, all I know is I want her, I’ve wanted her forever.

I let the fervor turn to confidence as I roll us over, Billie now under me. I pull away for a second to look down at her before I smash my lips back down, not able to stay away from her. My hands roam her body fast, wanting to touch every part of her all at once. I slow myself down when I reach her boobs, squeezing and kneading them as I watch her chest begin to rise and fall more dramatically. My lips move away from her as I find my way to her neck, immediately licking from her collarbone to right under her ear, and then biting down on the same sweet spot I found last night. She’s moaning and writhing underneath me, her breathing becoming heavier as she makes it known how badly she wants to be touched, to be pleased. Seeing her like this turns me on so hard, never imagining she’d be so submissive, so willing to let someone else take control like this. In all the stories she’s told me of her crazy hookups with random girls, she’s always the one in control, even when she’s receiving. Right now though, it’s clear she’s given herself to me, surrendered to my touch and in her own world.

My mouth continues planting wet kisses across her neck and chest and she begins letting out very quiet whimpers, making it seem like I'm winding her up so much she’s about to explode. I feel her legs move under me, crossing them tightly, obviously searching for some sort of release. I move my hand to one of her thighs and pull them apart before planting my palm on her clothed center and grabbing her harshly. The long awaited contact makes her hips jolt up, forcing an even deeper pressure against her core resulting in a long, closed mouth moan. My desire continues to guide me as my hand moves under her shorts. I groan when I feel her arousal dripping down her thighs. I feel overwhelmingly turned on by how wet I’ve made her, how caught up in my touch she has become. I run my fingers between her lips, spreading around her wetness and watching her face contort in pleasure. Her eyes are closed and her hands are grabbing at her own boobs, continuing to move her body under me.

I let my index and middle finger slip up to her clit and as soon as I find it I begin wrapping tight circles around it. Billie whines louder and I put more pressure on her swollen bud, circling faster and tighter and letting my lips find their way back to her neck. “fuck y/n, yes, please yes” she moans out, begging for more of my touch. I’m caught in between wanting to suck sweetly on her neck or watch her face showing every ounce of pleasure I'm giving her. I pause my circles to run my fingers back up and down her pussy, collecting more of the wetness I’ve caused before going back up and finding her clit again. As I start to rub it again she opens her mouth, groaning loudly, no longer able to hold in her moans. “That's it baby, I wanna hear you, let me hear how good i’m making you feel” she lets out a gasp, as if she was holding her breath, and allows her sweet noises to spill from her. “god y/n yes, just like that don’t stop”

I lick up her neck again before sucking on her ear lobe, earning a loud groan and a buck of her hips. I continue to suck for a moment before releasing and whispering in her ear, “i fucking love making you feel good baby” she closes her lips tightly again, humming as I speed up my circles. Her clit is even more swollen now, making it easier for me to add pressure to my touch. Billie’s breathing speeds up, It’s clear she's drunk off my touch, hypnotized by pleasure. I feel her legs begin to shake and I salivate, knowing I'm about to make her cum. I can’t take my eyes off of her and my mouth opens before I even have time to think about what I’m saying, “cum for me billie, moan my name and cum for me” that’s all it took before she grabbed the sheets hard, back arching off the bed and the sweet sounds of her orgasm filling the room. “y/nnn fuckkkkkkkkk” she yells out as her legs shake hard with my continued stimulation “that’s right baby let go for me, that feels good huh?” she nods her head rapidly and the moans coming out of her travel straight to my own pussy. As she comes down for the high I slow my circles, then remove my hand, already missing the contact I had her with. Her eyes open as I bring my fingers to my mouth, eager to taste her cum. I moan at the sweetness, never expecting it to taste so good and she smiles, watching me lick her wetness off of me with pure hunger.

I feel as if I must literally be glowing, so high from finally getting to please a woman, so high from getting to watch as I make Billie cum. I am so so gay, so fucking gay, gay for Billie specifically. I want to spread her legs and taste all of her, devour her and make her cum over and over again. I want all of it, all right now. Instead I lay my head on her chest, helping her resurface and give her love after her high. “You are so insanely beautiful Billie, I hope you know that” I kiss her cheek as the last of my words hit my lips. Billie’s breathing is heavy, trying to control it as she laughs to herself, clearly shocked at what just happened. “How are you so fucking good at that, have you secretly been fucking women for years?” Billie finally says. “Fuck I wish, I’m just flicking my bean constantly” I laugh out boldly, her giggles mixing with mine. “Mmmm well lucky you, and lucky me now too, you know what the fuck you’re doing y/n” she blushes at her words, hit with the memories of the state I had her in just a few moments ago. “maybe with my fingers yea, but don’t have such high hopes for the rest” I tell her honestly, expressing my continued nervousness of all of this. “We’ll see, we’ll see” she giggles as she kisses me, “seems like you’re a natural, whispering all that nasty shit in my ear while you make me feel like im fucking floating” I hide my face slightly embarrassed at her calling me out for my quite dirty words that came out so naturally. Never have I been a talker during sex, but it seems like everything is different with Billie.

“Bashful now, are ya?” Billie giggles as she slides out of the bed, kissing me on the forehead before walking into the bathroom. Taking off her wet shorts, she turns to face me in the doorway, her fully naked body now on display for me. She’s so confident, so comfortable showing herself to me, so easy about what all is going on between us suddenly. My eyes follow her curves as I stare at her body, not even trying to hide my inability to look away. My attraction for her is so intense it feels it could kill me. My love for her seems to be the same, but I don’t think I’m ready to let myself begin to process that just yet. As I continue to stare, eyes wide, a smile planted across my face, heart pounding in my chest, and between my legs, she just stands there and smiles. She giggles as she begins striking poses, goofing off like always. “Fuck I’m so gay” I almost shout, my eyes still glued to her body as Billie and I both laugh at my statement. “Alright gay girl, I’m getting in the shower, you coming in or not?” I hopped out of bed as soon as I heard her words, running into the bathroom and shutting the door behind me, behind us.

I kinda wanna make this a series… or a wattpad book 👀

[oneofthetorturedpoets]

Keep on pretending pretty girl.

based on pretty girls by Renee Rapp.

Regina George x Reader

You wouldn't say that you were popular but you were definitely well known, mainly for the fact that you were openly gay and stood up for yourself if anyone had something to say.

You knew how Regina George ran the school, but you never had to interact with her, fortunately for you. Though because of your clashing personalities everyone anticipated a fight between you too, knowing you wouldn't back down, even from the top plastic.

-

You held your lunch tray out in front of you as you were walking towards your table, as you were walking a jock slapped your food out of your hands.

"What's up, lesbo?" He says, you stand still, shocked at the situation. No one has ever tried to be violent with you, it was mainly just name calling.

You look up towards the guy, who you found to be Shane Omen "What the fuck dude?"

He chuckles, mockingly. "Aw, I'm sorry, were you going to eat that?"

You shake your head, deciding to just ignore him and leave. As you went to do that, he pushed you, causing you to stumble. You grab the table to save yourself.

"Where do you think you're going? I'm not done with you, dyke." You whip around, before he could even react to you facing him now, you swing your fist, hooking him right in the jaw. His head flew to the side, his hand immediately going up to try and soothe his mouth.

All the way across the gym, Regina George is watching the interaction, heat shooting straight through her body as she watches you sock her ex boyfriend in the face-

Wait did she think that was hot? No, she's not gay.

-

After the so called fight in the gym, your day was fine. You tried to ignore the shooting pain in your knuckles as you fixed your hair in the mirror. You see the door open and Regina walks through. She smirks at you.

She stands next to you, starting to adjust her her lipstick. "What's up, loser?"

You look over at her. "Uh, nothing much. what about you?" The sentence coming off more awkward than you wanted.

"I'm having a party this weekend, I want you there." Her tone makes your heart skip a beat.

"Just tell me when and where, I'll be there."

-

The weekend came sooner than you thought, leaving you rummaging through your closet. You finally find an outfit that is still your style but you're sure Regina would approve.

You walk through Regina's front door, the lights are dimmed and music is blaring. You weave through the people who were either drinking, dancing or eating each other's faces.

You find the drink table, grabbing a drink for yourself. You felt a hand on your arm, looking over to see Regina. "You came."

"Well you did invite me." You say, jokingly.

She snickers. "I wasn't sure you would show, this doesn't seem like your thing."

You shake your head. "It's not, but I figured I should try it before I have real life responsibilities."

"Well, I hope my party lives up to all of your expectations." As soon as she says that, she's wondering back into the crowd of people.

-

You find yourself sitting in a corner, the party really wasn't your thing. None of your friends were invited, so there was no one you could talk to, except for the occasional Regina.

She was sweeter than you thought she would be. Maybe it's because you haven't done anything wrong, but then again she snaps at people for just looking at her.

Speaking of her, she walks over to you, a sway in her walk. "Hey, loser."

"Hey, Regina" She slides into the spot next to you.

The smell of alcohol and expensive perfume invading your nose. You feel her turn to face you, you follow the action. "So, you're gay, aren't you?"

Ohh so this is the part where Regina finds something to tease you over and throws you out of the party? "Yeah, I like girls."

"That's cool." She says, the tension builds. "Is there any girl you have your eye on?" Her tone sounds almost like she wanting a specific answer.

"Not really, I don't talk to many people" She nods along with your statement.

She plays with her fingers. "You know... if I were gay, you would probably be my type." She inches close towards you.

You've heard that before, so many times. All of the straight girls who wanted to experiment. Why was this time different? Why did butterflies swarm your stomach? Why were you leaning in?

Before you knew it, your lips collide. A spark that makes your skin irrupt into a blush. Her hands get lost in your hair, trying to pull you closer. Your hand squeezes her thigh. You pull away, finally coming to your senses.

"What about Aaron?" Your hands remain in the same spot.

"Don't worry, he won't mind." You try to leave the situation, do the right thing and leave, but when she staring at you with her dilated pupils and kiss-swollen lips. you pull her in for another kiss, all coherent thoughts fly out of your mind, except for one that kept circling.

How can Regina be so mean if her lips are this sweet?

"Regina- oh my god" Gretchen screams.

You go to pull away but Regina holds you in place for another second, savoring the moment. "What Gretchen?" Regina was more annoyed than you thought. was she really that into the kiss?

"Aaron was looking for you, but I see that you're... busy" Gretchen looked you up and down.

Regina could tell Gretchen was judging you. "Yeah, I am actually. Tell him I left." Before Gretchen could even turn around, Regina pulls you in for a deep kiss. The action causing you to melt into her.

-

"Everyone is gone, Regina." You mutter against her lips, she slowly pulls away.

She sighs. "God, I can't get enough of you." Her sentence caused you to blush. "You know, we barely get to talk but you've always been my favorite. I think it's because you're not scared of me? I don't know but I've been watching you and I think you're cool." She plays with your hand, seeming nervous.

You smile at her. "I must be cool if I could do this." You pull her in for another kiss, she moans. You pull away, sooner than Regina wanted. she tries to follow you but eventually you break apart.

"I absolutely love what we got goin' on here but I think I should go home." She rolls her eyes, glancing over to the clock on her wall, it reads '3:00 AM'. She realizes how long you two have been there.

"Oh shit, you're right" Regina gets up, adjusting her outfit. “This was fun, baby” She pecks your lips one last time before leaving the room.

-

As you walk into the school, you’re nervous to see Regina. You’re not sure why, she said she had fun last night.

You see her passing by. "Hey Regina!" She ignores you, pushing right pass you.

What the fuck?

You brush it off, deciding to continue on with your day. You walk into your first period, the only open seat was next to Regina. You walk over there, she turns away from you as much as she can. Visibly avoiding you.

Half way through the period, you try and talk to her. "Regina, if you're mad-"

She cuts you off immediately. "Why are you talking to me? We never talked before. What changed?"

You scoff. "You know exactly what changed, but if we're going to play that game, let's do it."

Regina looks at you, slightly shocked.

-

The next time you see regina that day is in fifth period, right before lunch. She's sitting in the seat you always sit at.

"You're in my seat." You stare down at her.

She smirks. "It doesn't have your name on it."

"It actually does, I carved it in to the desk when I was bored. So get out." She looks down, seeing your name faintly carved into the plastic.

You tap your foot, getting impatient. "That doesn't make it yours. I've decided I want to sit here today."

You shake your head. "I preferred it when you didn't talk to me." You turn around, storming off to a different desk.

-

The period finally ended, after what felt like forever. You packed your notebook in your backpack, quickly leaving the class, as you were walking down the hall, a hand pulled you into the janitors closet.

"What the hell-" You were interrupted by lips crashing into yours. You quickly pull away, relieved to see Regina, but also extremely confused. "Regina-" She cut you off again. Kissing you passionately, not letting you think about anything else except for her. You kiss her back, her taste too intoxicating to not. When air became a problem, she pulled away.

"God, I hate you" She whispers against your lips.

Your brows crinkle in confusion. "Why?"

She kisses you lightly. "I think you've brought out the part of me I've been trying to keep away all these years."

"Maybe instead of hating me, you should be thanking me." She smirks.

"I think I'm showing you enough gratitude." Your lips meet again, passion overflowing.

[atyourmerci]

† Salvation †

Read pt.1 and pt.2

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Summary: finale of repent series! Drabble of abby and readers life after abby comes to terms with her sexuality. Happy ever after lesbos<3

Warnings: smut, MDNI, switch!abby, switch!reader, religion play of course, strap usage, refers to strap as cock, cunnilingus, overstimulation, bondage, smnophilia, dirty talk yurrrr, some fluff

A/N: thank you so much for all of the love on this series!! Religious guilt/trauma is a tricky subject and I’m glad that I was able to portray it in a light that most of you could relate or sympathize with. And yall im so bad at writing fluff that’s why this is so short lmao that’s why I only write smut. I’m so excited to write through more niche experiences and topics. Love you like always<3

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That night was nothing like the first. Your God showed mercy, wrapping your cold, shaky body with cloth and carrying you to where it all started.

This time she held you and never left, she was there was the sun came beaming down, drying out your soaked hair. While you were asleep she had removed her cross and strung it along your neck. Maybe there was no need hold a token of a god she had already met, maybe she wanted everyone else to know- you never cared to question her antics.

After your mission had ended she immediately broke things off with Owen, reclaimed herself within the community. And she for one took no shit with the commentary from anyone about the two of you. Her life mission was to protect you at all costs now, you were all she knew. She wouldn’t leave your side anymore. Anything you did she made sure she was there to protect you, she wouldn’t put your life in anyone else’s hands but her own.

There was a lot of things you had to teach Abby, and by teach, that meant showing her with your legs wide open. On a mission you both were sent out on to look for resources you ran across a run down sex shop. You found a girthy dildo with black leather straps, it was bigger than anything you’d ever taken but with the look of excitement on Abby’s face you couldn’t say no to her. You told her you could use it on her but she insisted on fucking you right there over the counter at the dusty sex shop. She wasted no time dragging your pants down to your ankles and ripping your panties seams to get inside, ”I’d tell you to suck my cock first but you’re so fucking wet already, how bad have you wanted this,hmmm?” She promised she’d go slow, walking you through it, “fuck you’re doing so good, taking me so well for your first time.” After your pain had been replaced with sheer pleasure she couldn’t hold back anymore, pumping into you so hard there was sure to be bruises all over your hips. After abusing your hole for an hour for her own amusement she finally let you cum while drawing circles around your swollen clit as she pounded deep and slow thrust into you. you were so cockdrunk she had to carry you back to the truck and finish the mission herself, it went by quickly as she imagined things she could do to you next with her cock.

She loved showering with you at night, she never let you lift a finger, washing your body gently after sneaking in the strap into the showers. Maybe it was because she learned how to fuck you in the showers that it made her so dominant in that environment. She wouldn’t let you touch her in there even after you begged her while she pinned your arms against the wall, overstimulating your clit over and over again until she was done with you. After she’d run you a bath and hold your fragile body as she ran soapy strips up and down your bruised skin, making sure to kiss every inch so that never missed an atom of your being.

Abby only regressed back into her old ways when she let you take complete control. She’d let you tie her to the bed you shared edging her till she was in tears, babbling prayers to climax. You’d tie her cross necklace around her clit and tug on it while you used your tongue to fuck her dripping hole. You’d only let her cum after she got on her knees like a whore eating away at your cunt while you shamed her for her sins.

Your life with abby wasn’t like anything you’d ever experienced before, but there was no before her, or after her. There was only your god, and hers.

Maybe she had still repented for her sins, maybe she had reached salvation at the mercy of your own sins.

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[dadsbongos]

gojo knows a trick

888 words / warnings - blowjob and boot humping, reader's hinted to be a lady, controversial kink (orientation play)

summary - gojo is so sure of himself, he thinks he could make a lesbian straight. you decide to take the bet.

important note - don't fucking read the post if you're not gonna like it dingdongs, as a queer person myself i OBVIOUSLY don't endorse this fucking behavior that's basic fucking sense it's literally words on a screen. crazy seeing people with "dark content dni" in their bio go out of their way to interact with this post ~~~

“Seriously?” he’s grinning. He’s grinning so wide it hurts just to look at, “That’s hilarious.”

“What’s so funny about it?”

“I mean,” Satoru shrugs, snickering when you scowl, “I just don’t believe you. Like at all.”

“‘Don’t believe’ me?” you guffaw, “What? You think you could convince me otherwise?”

“I could.”

“Woah!” you knew Satoru was a cocky, arrogant, bordering unbearable man, but this was too far, “You’re really sure of yourself, huh?”

He shrugs, hands splaying as if to show off a mass of evidence, “If you were on my dick instead of picking chumps all the time, we’d be hearing a different tune.”

“What? That I’m straight?”

“God, not with the way you slobber all over that lout Yuki -- embarrassing by the way. But you wouldn’t consider running off with slender Aphrodite and the other residents of lesbos.”

“‘Cuz you’re just that magical, right?”

“I am.”

“Oh, you’re so full of shit,”

“What?” Satoru folds his hands confidently, leering at your rigid posture behind his blindfold, “Wanna prove me wrong?”

…

He has to admit: the way you glare up at him with your lips trying to stretch a pout with his cock stuffed between, it’s definitely stirring his gut.

Your lashes are wet and fluttering the further his cockhead pokes down your gullet. Every gag makes his throat bob with a groan, lithe fingers dance along your scalp and over your jaw until his nails hook beneath your chin. Drool pools in the divots of his fingers while his thumbs press into your cheeks to feel himself bulging your mouth.

“See?” he slowly thrusts his pelvis against your face, giggling deliriously at how your hands squeeze the firm muscle of his thighs, “You’re takin’ it so well, sweetcheeks. Like you’re made for this -- made to sit here,” he moans shamelessly, grinding your nose into his pubes, “with me deep in your neck.”

Despite yourself, you mewl at the pressure of his dick; how it feels when he slides out sopping wet just to rebury himself. Heat swells up from the thickness in your neck to your cheeks, and it only worsens when he affectionately caresses your face.

“What kind of lesbian is that? Huh? I don’t know if lesbians let men like me do things like this,” Satoru pushes you off with a palm to your forehead, and as if possessed by instinct you’re trying to tug his hips back towards your face.

Openly laughing at such debauched desperation, Satoru leans back enough to squirm his boot between your thighs as he jerks off onto your fleshy pink tongue.

“Here, baby, I won’t be all selfish,” he bites his lip raw, exhilaration burning pain in favor of pure lust when you actually roll onto his shoe, “There you go,” he teases the pads of his thumbs into your mouth and pulls sideways, letting you tongue his cock back into your throat, “You weren’t just made for this, baby,” his voice lowers, raspy and taunting, “You fucking like it, don’t you?”

Even without the prompting of his fingers plucking your lips, you’re nodding and mewling and greedily lapping Satoru’s cock.

“Knew you would,” he works you off his dick again, now wrapping his own hand around the base, “You’re gonna be my best girl, aren’t you?”

Your second, more pathetic, nod is rewarded grossly.

Pre-cum and saliva smears over your face because Satoru is Satoru and Satoru is fucking messy and nasty. He beats his sodden cock over you, sliding his slick erection along your hot cheeks and the bump of your nose and back into the open cavern of your mouth. He slaps his cock against your tongue to let you feel the weight of it again before tapping it on your cheeks more. Like he’s teasing a cat.

Because he’s a fucking moron

But you’re whining over it.

He grins, jerking off into your hot, moaning mouth as you hump his shoe. Clit catching on the ridge of his shoe’s toe, and you hate how much you’re enjoying it. How wet you can feel yourself getting, and Satoru hasn’t even touched you. Your slick leaks through the damp fabric of your panties to pool on Satoru’s shoe.

Chest sputtering with ragged breaths as the knot in your stomach winds tighter and tighter and tighter. Satoru suddenly grasps you sharply by the hair, holding your head in place as he leaks whimpers of his own. Cum spits from the flushed head of his cock. Splattering on your tongue and dribbling down your lips.

“Swallow it up, baby,” he swipes his thumb along tainted skin splotched by cum before dragging it all to your mouth, “Be a good little cock slut and swallow for me, yeah?”

And you do.

His horrible diet infects the taste, but you swallow as you soak his boot. Shoving your burning face into his wrinkled pant leg, you hope to muffle the sounds of your pathetic crooning.

Satoru’s kind enough, surprisingly, to affectionately rub over where he previously yanked your hair. He lets you come down from your orgasm before the teasing restarts.

“See?” Satoru guides you back gently, smiling softly despite his wickedness, “You’re so silly,” he pats your head again, somehow more patronizing this time, “Just needed some proper cock to worship and you humped like a good little puppy.”

[obsessedwrhys]

Aesthete

(adj.) Someone with a deep sensitivity to the beauty of art or nature

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ where Abby let's you draw a portrait of her

c/w: fluff, reader is female because I refuse to believe she's straight 😡, abby being insecure (?), gun talk, some cursing, just two lesbos bickering like a married couple, kissing, did not proof read this!!

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Inside your shared room, you somehow found yourself painting on another canvas after just telling yourself you'd be done with your last one. Since you were a kid, you've always been drawn towards anything that had to do with brushes and colours. It was better spending your time painting rather than talking to people, they were always rude or just straight off insensitive. All except for someone...

Abby...

She always adored your skills. Everytime you were assigned to go on patrols together, she would just peek her head from behind your shoulder to see what you were doodling in your journal. Out of everyone you knew, she was the one constantly bragging about your drawings to her friends. And you guys aren't even dating!!

Yet... which you always liked to tell yourself.

With your brush applying another soft stroke on the canvas, you started to grow bored of it, another idea already crawling up from the back of your mind. Maybe you could try doing a portrait, you have the experience but you just don't have the subject. Almost out of instinct, you knew who to find. Pretty much the only person you'd figure would be fine with this.

Abandoning your brush and pallette on the round chair, you decided to leave and try to find Abby. It wasn't hard to find her since she would spend almost all of her time in the gym. Swinging open the glass door, you headed in and walked past several other WLFs who were also training, your eyes glued to one person.

There she was, doing bench presses as usual.

You decided to stop a few feet away from where she was, almost like you were in a trance from watching her biceps flex each time she lifted the heavy weight. Not wanting to be seen as a creep, which you already have, you walked closer to make your presence known. "Hey Abby" You said with a smile. Your voice startling her a bit.

"Oh, hey" She said before setting the weight back to its rightful place. She sits up on the bench as she looks at you with a friendly smile. "You need anything?" She said, always kind and polite towards you that it somehow made you feel all giddy inside.

"I was wondering if you'd liked to be the subject of a portrait I'm doing" You said and your words struck her a bit. She looked like she just received news of something big. "Uhh... if you're worried about the portrait turning out ugly, I promise I'll be extra focused on the details" You said, figuring if that was the reason behind her reaction.

"Huh? Ah no, I wasn't worried about that. I'm just surprised you'd pick me" She chuckles awkwardly as she stands up, her height scaring you a bit. "Did you expect me to pick someone else?" You asked, the two of you walking side by side.

"Well... maybe I figured you'd choose someone more... elegant" She said, holding the door open for you to go first. "Elegant?" You scoff out of amusement.

"Didn't you show me one of your books? Where all of the people drawn were wearing those tight dresses and having their hair up so high" Abby said, recalling the memory.

"Pssh, that's different, trust me, I know what I'm doing" You opened the door to your room, inviting her inside.

"Whatever you say" She responded with a playful smile. Once you closed the door, her eyes were already examining around the room that's messy from all of your art stuff.

"Seems like you didn't take my advice" She said, looking at the stack of books you had thrown along with the pile of discontinued drawings.

"I'll do that later" You said dismissively since you realised everytime you cleaned your supplies, you were always gonna use it and make a mess anyways, best to save it for a day where you have the energy to clean.

"Soo uhh... what do I...?" Abby walks over to where you're busy setting a brand new canvas.

"You can just sit at the sofa so you can be right in front of me" You said, putting everything in place and she just does what you instructed. She finds herself seated in front of you and it somehow made her shy. Does she pose or...? This is all new to her.

"You can move your body around a bit, just try not to move your head a lot, so uh... relax" You said, already picking up your brush. "Got it" She said as she leans back onto the cushion.

With your focus on the portrait, you failed to notice the way she was watching you, her gaze was full of warmth and admiration. She was eyeing your every move as if she was watching a film.

"I never got to ask, how did you learn to paint?" Abby said and it made you stop in your act to think it over. "Can't remember exactly when, I just knew it was fun to do so I kept doing it" You simply responded and she smiles softly at your answer. "Fun huh? Is that why you're doing a portrait of me?" She said and her playful tone made you almost freeze in place.

"I guess you could say that" You said, your hand carefully doing the shades of her face. The room remained quiet for a moment, just faint sounds of your brush mixing together different colours on your pallete. "Can you lift your head up a bit?" You asked and she does just that. "Perfect" You said and quickly press your brush back on the canvas.

Your eagerness had her struggle to contain a smile. "If only you were this passionate about your gun training" She said since this was a topic that you could care less about.

"I don’t really like guns, it's too violent for me"

"True... but its also the reason why you're still alive. C'mon, at least fix your aim" She said which had you turn to look at her.

"Whats wrong with my aim?"

"Errr..." She trails off, struggling to find the right words but you were well aware of what she was trying to say. "Just try not to have your bullets flying everywhere" She said, her response having you raise an eyebrow at her.

"... don't make me draw a hairy moustache on you" You threatened which had her laugh.

"Am I supposed to find that scary?" She asked to which you pointed the end of your paintbrush at her to warn her to be careful of her next words. This action just encouraging her even more but for her sake of not wanting a horrendous looking moustache on her portrait, she'll stop.

After a while, she let's out a soft sigh. "Getting tired?" You asked, your face hidden by the canvas so she couldn't see you.

"A bit" She admitted with an embarrassed chuckle. Your head peaks from the side of canvas, trying to mimic the sweat that was still present on her forehead due to her earlier workout.

Without even realising, you were basically staring at her face a little too hard. It was funnier from Abby's perspective cause all she could see was your pair of eyes staring at her so intensely. "Am I too far away? You're looking pretty hard" She joked, pointing out how your brows were slightly narrowed.

You ended up shushing her which she found amusing. "I'm thinking, don't disrupt my thoughts" You said.

"Yes ma'am"

After a couple of minutes, you managed to finish the portrait, just a few details here and there then you were finally satisfied with yourself. "You can get up now" You said as you carefully added some tiny dots or lines. Abby pushed herself off the sofa and stood beside you.

"Damn" She said, blown away by the portrait you had done of her. It was like a reflection in a mirror. "What are you gonna do with it?" Abby asked as you stepped back to finally admire your work. "I don't know... maybe I'll hang it up somewhere in my room" You said. This caught her interest almost immediately. "You want a portrait of me in your room?" She asked, seeming embarrassed.

"Well do you want it in your room?" You asked which made her go silent.

"It's fine, I really don't mind, you'd be surprised by how many scary things I've painted and displayed on my walls" You said, carefully picking up the canvas and moving it to the other side of the room. Abby simply follows you with her arms folded.

"Comparing my face to scary things doesn't make it sound any better" She said and you could sense a tiny hint of frustration in her tone which had you chuckle to yourself. "Stop being a baby and help me hang this up" You said after finding a open spot on the wall to put it.

"You.are.unbelievable" She shakes her head slightly with a defeated smile as she takes the canvas from your hand before standing on the chair to hang it on to the nail.

Once she was done, she stepped down from the chair to stand beside you. The two of you now staring at the portrait.

"I have to admit, you're really gifted" Abby said and it made you turn your head to look at her. "Thanks" You smiled at her compliment. The second she turns to look at you, you felt yourself melt at her stare as if her blue eyes were hypnotising you. You swore for a second you could see hearts popping up around her.

Why is she looking at you like that?

Like you're the single most beautiful thing she has ever seen

"If you uh don't mind... could I stay for a while?" She asked, her voice so soft it was intoxicating.

"Sure" You blurted out without even thinking twice.

Noticing how flustered you looked, Abby tilts her head with a grin. "You okay?" She asked but her tone was anything but concern, it was like she was teasing you, knowing the effect she had on you.

"Yeahh, I'm good" You turned around and began walking back to your supplies, feeling as though you needed to escape her presence quickly to be able to think straight.

"Are you sure? Cause you looked like you wanted to kiss me just now" She said and it stopped you from reaching out to your brushes. Your mind was short circuiting.

Fuck this woman...

"And what if I said I wanted to?" You managed to say since it was easier that you weren't looking at her.

Suddenly you could hear her footsteps approaching you from behind, almost like each step she took added a weight in your chest. The tension on you shoulders relaxed the moment you felt her hands placed on them, gently, she turned you around to have you face her.

"Then kiss me" She said, no, pleaded. Her face showing how much she also wanted this.

You leaned in closer to her, the two of you haven't even kissed yet but just from the feeling of your chests pressed together made you both breathless. Eventually you pressed your lips on hers, taking it slow as you wanted to savour this moment, but it didn't last long as the desperation started to grew.

Within seconds, you were kissing Abby hard and she did the same, her hand wrapped around the back of your neck while the other is placed on your hip. The kiss was messy. Your hands grabbing at whatever you could on her body as you were completely lost in the taste of her.

Your touch was driving her crazy as well, thinking back to the countless nights of how she much she wanted this. To have you this close, to have you melt just from her lips. Out of breath and feeling tired, you pulled away but Abby didn't let you and quickly pulled you back in for another kiss. Her action causing you to yelp and for a sec she felt her stomach flip. She chuckles.

"So pretty" She muttered before pressing her lips back on yours again and again, not wanting the moment to end.

"Abby..." You laid your hands on her arms and she pulled back to admire you. The mess she had made of you.

"Yes...?" She said, gently caressing your face.

"You keep kissing me and I'm gonna pass out" You said and your words had her chuckle softly.

"Sorry, can't help it when your lips are so sweet" She said, her thumb rubbing on your cheek affectionately.

"Did you think this would happen when you asked me to come over?" She asks.

"Ummm... maybe?" You said. You had a feeling something might happen but you never thought it'd turn out like this.

"I've just liked you for a very long time but I wasn't sure you felt the same" You confessed and her smile grew wider.

"Seriously? What, was me bragging about you to everyone not obvious enough? Should I have been starting a fan club for you so you'd find out better?" She teased and you smacked her on the shoulder playfully.

"Maybe you should, then I'd know that you actually liked me" She sighs, pretending to act like she's regretting this missed opportunity.

"You're right. Maybe if I did start a massive fan club dedicated to you, we would of had this kiss sooner" She said, leaning in closer to have her forehead rested on yours.

"Well we're here now aren't we?" You looked up at her, a smirk on your face.

"True" She then started to move and you couldn't help but let your eyes flutter close, waiting for her to kiss you again but somehow the feeling of her lips on yours never came.

You opened your eyes and found her actually moving her lips inches away from your ears instead. "How about we clean your room now, hm?" She said which had you in disbelief. She was now reminding you of how dirty your room is after just kissing you.

"If tidying up my things is so much fun then sure" You moved away from her but she was quick to follow you.

"If I get to spend more time with you, I don't see anything boring about it" Abby said, already on to arrange your stack of unorganised books. You watch her with a look of gratitude, knowing this mess is gonna take a very long time to clean.

"Thanks Abs"

"You can thank me with a kiss after we're done" She shoot you a cheeky smile which had you roll your eyes with the corner of your lips curving upwards.

"Fine" You stood beside her to help with putting your books in order. Seeing how focused you were, Abby couldn't help but have her hip nudging yours on purpose to get your attention. You chuckle, knowing this cleaning session is gonna take a while.

(Now I'm gonna do super duper angst Ellie, this plot has been stuck on my mind 😄)

[fatehbaz]

Hmm. Alarming trend in mass incarceration in Central America.

Also: Very disingenuous wordplay here.

Where do we begin?

-- Very disingenuous for multiple outlets to run with "the West”. Though this initial AP article does specify that this refers to the Western Hemisphere, the choice to run headlines with “West” kinda implies that there are no other island prisons in “The West” (as in the European Union, the United States, Australia, etc.).

-- One of the most infamous incarceration schemes on the planet is Australia’s “Pacific Solution,” a “solution” to refugee migration centered on the imprisonment of asylum seekers on island prisons, including the infamous prisons at Nauru and Manus, both opened initially in 2001, and re-fortified after 2012. (Nauru is extremely isolated, in the South Pacific, 3000 kilometers away from the Australian coast; the Manus detention centre is far away off the northeast coast of Papua.) Since 2012, over 3,125 people have been sent to Nauru while over 4,180 people have been sent to Manus. (The “last refugee held on the Pacific island of Nauru under Australia’s offshore detention policy” was “evacuated” to mainland Australia only on 24 June 2023, not even a month prior to this headline.)

-- Obviously the EU incarcerates refugees on Mediterranean islands, notoriously at Moria on Lesbos, whose international reputation as the home of Sappho has been supplanted by its reputation as a de facto prison for asylum seekers. In October 2015, over 10,000 people landed on Lesbos in just one day. In 2017, the island averaged 2,500 arrivals per month. By 2019, humanitarian investigations showed that over 10,000 people were being held in a facility with a maximum capacity of 3,000. In 2020, fires left over 12,000 refugees on the island without shelter. By December 2021, Doctors Without Borders raised alarm that over 2,200 refugees were living in “dire” conditions on the island. As of early 2023, Lesbos (along with Kos, Leros, Chios, and Samos) is hosting over 4,500 people who are stuck in “reception and identification centers.”

-- And in the Western Hemisphere? The US prison at Guantanomo, also on the coast of an island in this same sea.

-- One of the most notorious island prisons was the early twentieth century French penal colony on the periphery of the Caribbean region at Guiana (run by a France, a “Western” power, in the Western Hemisphere), known internationally as “Devil’s Island.”

-- The federal government says the prison will be built “in harmony with nature.”

-- A prison ... in harmony with nature.

-- An island prison in the Caribbean, a region fundamentally and intimately connected to centuries of imprisonment, plantations, Indigenous genocide, antiBlackness, racial castes, and chattel slavery, all achieved and enforced through the bounded, isolated geographic containment structure allowed by islands.

-- And this is extra-worrying, because it seems it’s a regional trend, evidently for Honduras, El Salvador, and Colombia.

-- Merely a few days before this headline about Honduras, international outlets were profiling Honduras’s direct neighbor, El Salvador, with headlines like “Inside El Salvador’s new ‘mega prison’” (Al Jazeera) and, within the past couple months, headlines like “Prisoners are being tortured to death in El Salvador’s prisons” (VICE News).

-- From less than a week before this AP headline, we have BBC: “El Salvador’s secretive mega-jail.”

-- Don’t forget nearby Tapachula’s detention of asylum seekers.

Still discussing implementation of literal island prisons despite our collective familiarity with carceral archipelagoes.

[love-toxin]

Thinkin abt scissoring w Chrissy. Our clits keep bumping against each other and she bites her lip and whines through her nose real high pitch and pretty. Grabbing onto her thigh and clinging just to keep from slipping off bc we’re both so wet ughnnughn

🎶🎵 she wears high heels i wear sneakers--

(cws: tribbing/scissoring, forbidden love trope, cheating [but it's on jason so], dirty talk)

"Close, baby?"

Your voice is barely a whisper in the dark, but Chrissy's hand clamps over your lips regardless--she's so shy about being found out that she can hardly contain the shakiness of her fingers. She shushes you quietly, but still remedies the urge with a brush of her soft mouth against yours once she pulls her palm away.

Her skirt's totally messed up with a big, wet patch on the bottom, panties in a rolled up ball in your fist as you clench it against the carpet. She's always been a bit of a priss but she's extra antsy about doing this stuff in her own house. Her mom's a psycho bitch, that's for sure--and she wouldn't take well to the town's resident lesbo rubbing clits with her prestigious daughter.

This is all a rebellion for Chrissy, though. She hates that bitch just as much as you do. But she's still a good girl at heart, the kind of girl next door that does all her homework and finishes all her chores before she invites you through her window to teach her how to scissor...again. For someone who claims not to know how, still, after so many times you've done it together, she's gotten pretty damn good at it--especially for a girl who still insists she's straight.

"Almost there-" She gasps, stomach in a concave as she hunches forward in pleasure. Her inner thighs are soaked with clear slick, those ginger hairs that she trimmed so meticulously matted down and sticky. Chrissy brings up a hand that was bracing the floor and covers her mouth with it. She can't help getting whiny when she gets close to the end, she can barely manage not to scream when her orgasm hits her like a tractor trailer.

"Take what you need, sweets." You lean in and whisper to her, keeping your fingers dug into her thigh to stop her from sliding off. You barely have to move with her humping her hips like this--she's getting you off with that swollen little clit like she's been practicing just for you. With a beat of hesitation you capture her lips in a kiss. You can apologize for it later. Chrissy only kisses you to keep quiet, not for you to catch feelings for everyone's favourite cheerleader.

"Don't stop," She mumbles it into your mouth. Her command is clear as day, just as her hand is reaching down to nudge her firm clit to help her orgasm along. You wrench her hand away by the wrist and thrust your hips against her, completely engulfing her pussy with yours and effectively pinning her back to the carpet. Only a soundless moan rumbles out of her when you finally take control.

"Not gonna stop." Kiss. "Cum for me. Let me watch." Kiss. "Pretty thing."

Her eyes roll back in ecstasy. She's gone in a moment. Hips slapping, folds squelching and kissing in sloppy rhythm, your pussy making love to hers like her shitty boyfriend never could. You watch her fall over the deep end and you won't stop until she's done, until she's had enough to shed tears and she's pushing your hips away to take a breath and tremble in the afterglow.

Maybe she isn't a lesbian, maybe she isn't a good girl, and maybe she isn't yours--but there's no doubt in the way you look at her after that you're all hers, in body and in soul.

[miz-chase]

hi im a problematic tranny and while my genital arrangement as an infant and adult are none of your business i can tell you that i and many others idesire to see seeley booths throbbing tdick and jane rizzoli's precum dripping all the way along her scrotal raphe

so we the deviants and faggots and queers and lesbos and perverts and trannies hereby give you permission to draw hot people who fuck no matter what

🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

BLESS YOU AND YOUR GENEROUS HORNIOCITY

if you have a specific scenario you want, plz do share with the class

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Someone Will See

Casey Novak x autistic fem!reader Warnings: Conversation(s) about homophobia, mentions of sex Word Count: 1,491

It was your third date with Casey, and things couldn't be more perfect. You liked that you could be yourself with her. Your real self. You couldn't believe that no matter what you threw her way, she just seemed to like you more for it.

After dinner, neither of you had wanted to part, but Casey had gotten the sense that you might not be ready to have sex yet. You seemed like a long game kind of girl, and she was willing to put in the time. She didn't want to push you, but she didn't want to let you go for the night either, so she'd guided you both toward the High Line. You followed Casey up the stairs, glancing around.

"Where are we going?" you asked. "The subway?"

"Wow," Casey chuckled. "You really are bad at directions, huh?"

"Um, hello, that's what you're here for," you retorted.

"So I'm just a glorified GPS?"

"Yeah, but your voice is way hotter than Siri's." You smirked.

She shoved you playfully. "You're an idiot."

"Oh, come on, you love it."

She watched you, smiling softly. "I kind of do."

You emerged on the High Line, your path illuminated with soft yellow lights and the glow of the city. The other people on the trail were quiet, too, and you felt above it all, away from the throng. At peace.

"I like this place," you said.

"Me too," Casey agreed. "You gotta love Central Park."

You gaped. "This is part of Central Park!?"

Casey laughed and put an arm around your shoulders. "No. You're just so gullible it's hard to resist."

You huffed, trying to be offended, but really you were just happy to be there with her. Happy to have the warmth of her next to you. Happy to hear her laugh as she teased you. You walked side by side, quiet for a while, listening to the city sounds below you.

When you stopped to look at the skyline, Casey brushed your bangs out of your face, cupped your cheek, and leaned in to kiss you. You barely had time to think before jerking back, shoving Casey's hands down, and glancing around furtively.

"Casey!" you whispered furiously. "Someone might see us!"

Casey looked at you questioningly. "And?"

"Well, is it safe?" you asked, analyzing each person within eyesight.

You were from a small town in the middle of nowhere, so Casey assumed you were just having some big city growing pains. "Yeah, this is a pretty safe part of town. I mean, you should stay aware of your surroundings, you know, street smarts. But we're safe." She smiled at you. Her little country mouse.

"No," you continued, still anxious. "I mean, is this a safe place to be visibly gay? Like..." your voice dropped in volume. "Is someone gonna hurt us or yell at us if they see."

Casey's heart surged. She gently took your hand and led you to a nearby bench, your head swiveling to make sure no one was looking. "No, Y/N," she said, placing her hand on the side of your face and running her thumb along your cheekbone. "It's not like that here. You don't have to worry about that anymore."

You looked away, but lifted your hand to press it against Casey's. You kissed each of her knuckles, then leaned forward and pressed your lips into hers. Normally hungry and passionate, Casey stayed soft and gentle this time, holding your face in her hands, pulling away as soon as you did.

"I'm sorry," you apologized. "I didn't mean to ruin our night."

"You didn't ruin anything," Casey insisted, taking your hand as the two of you stood and continued walking. "I'm sorry. I forget that it's not like this where you grew up."

"It's okay," you said, shuffling your feet and avoiding her eyes. "I'm here now, right?"

"Has anybody ever said anything to you?" Casey asked, then added, "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"Like, have they said anything homophobic?" you asked. Casey nodded. "Oh, yeah," you scoffed. Casey frowned as you continued. "The first time I got called a lesbo, I was in... fourth grade? I didn't even know what it meant. I had to go home and ask my parents."

"What did they say?" Casey asked, relieved to observe that your body and voice were relaxing again.

"They said it was a bad word, that it meant a girl who wants to marry a girl. They said it was wrong to be one."

"Jesus," Casey breathed. "I thought you said they were cool!?"

"They are now," you said. "They're the best. I couldn't ask for a more supportive family. But they weren't like that until well into my twenties."

Casey was quiet, suddenly feeling very protective of you. She'd come out of the closet when she was twelve and, even then, there wasn't much of a closet to come out of. She simply announced one day at dinner that she liked girls, not boys, and her parents had said, "Good for you, honey," and they'd all moved on. Even at school, most of the other kids thought she was cool and special for being gay. She was confident in her sexuality, confident in who she was. Now she wondered if she'd still be that way if her experience had been more like yours.

You were still listing the times and ways people in your hometown had made you feel unsafe for being gay. "Can't tell you how many times I've been called a dyke. And not in the cool way. I've had people tell me I'm going to hell. Some people tried to exorcise me once. The worst is the looks, though. Like, at a gas station or a coffee shop. They just stare and you can feel the hate. I think those are the most scary because you never know if something you do will make them snap."

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," Casey said, looking at you in a new light. A little bit of pity, sure, but a lot more pride in you for being yourself.

"It's okay," you shrugged. "Nothing really bad has ever happened."

"It's not okay," Casey huffed. "But I hope you know that if anyone even looks at you sideways, I'll kick their ass."

You laughed and giddily twirled your fingers next to your ear.

"I'm not kidding," Casey insisted, all business. You glanced at her and saw that her brow was furrowed and her cheeks flushed. "I will never let anyone make you feel scared to be yourself. Okay?"

You smiled at her. "You're cute when you're mad."

"I mean it, Y/N!" she exclaimed, stopping abruptly and turning to face you. She lifted your chin to make sure you really looked at her. "It's important to me that you feel safe."

Your heart swelled as you looked at Casey's serious, impassioned face.

"I do feel safe with you," you whispered. You grabbed the collar of her shirt and pulled her down into a kiss. Not just a quick kiss or a chaste one. A real kiss. You felt Casey's hands, one on your waist and one cradling the back of your head, strong and protective and steady. And you really did feel safe. It was so rare that you felt safe, but you did in this moment. You did with Casey.

You wrapped your arms around Casey's waist and pressed your face into her, breathing her in. She pulled you close and rested her chin on the top of your head—one of her favorite things about your height difference.

"Listen," you mumbled into her chest until she let you up for air. "As much as I love making out in public..."

She laughed and swung your hand in hers as you continued down the High Line.

"Maybe we could, uh, take this party back to your place?" you said, cheeks burning.

Casey screeched to a halt and leaned down to look into your eyes. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah?" you giggled.

"YES!" Casey exclaimed, fist pumping. "Yes!" She danced a bit on her feet, and you couldn't help but laugh. She kissed you quickly and roughly on the mouth, then the cheek, then the tip of your nose. "God, I love you. Let's go." She'd already grabbed your hand and pulled you after her when she realized what she'd said. "I mean..."

"It's okay," you said, squeezing her hand and smiling. "I think I love you too."

She beamed at you. You linked arms and hurried back the way you came, Casey nearly dragging you. "We're really checking off all the stereotypes, huh?" she observed.

You listed them. "Softball. Falling in love too fast. Tall femme, short masc... What else is there?"

"You want to move in?" Casey laughed.

"Slow down, speed racer. At least show me a good time first," you teased.

Casey stopped only long enough to kiss you again, and you could feel the excitement nearly buzzing in her lips.

"Oh, I will," she said. "Now hurry up."

[hyakinthou-naos]

Aphroditê Philomeidês

In a recent study of the epithets of Lady Aphroditê, I came along the epithet "philomeidês"

(not to be confused with Philomeides, a King of Lesbos; or Philodemus, one of Penelope's suitors in The Odyssey)

This particular epithet of Aphroditê has several translations, but according to Theoi.com it can be translated to mean "laughter-loving".

And I find this beautiful

Aphroditê of Laughter

Aphroditê of the school yard chuckle

Aphroditê of the slumber party giggle

Aphroditê of the comedy club roar

Aphroditê of the sleepless nights

- where exhaustion turns to humor with a laughter that leaves you doubled over

I just think it’s so beautiful, all the ways our deities can be found in our lives - even in ways we may not expect.

[raging-feminism]

Hello, I am a 13 year old girl living in 2023, I’ve always been passionate about feminism and equality. I honestly just want everyone to get along, but I know that’s not happening, so I’d just like to use this blog as a way sexism has affected me as a girl in society now, thank you.

Ever since I was little gender norms have been pushed down my throat, I’ve been bullied all my life, and sometimes it would end in violence towards me. If a boy were to hit me, shove me, grope me, harass me, constantly call me slurs, online bully me, etc, I was told it was just boys being boys, and that they liked me. Whenever I would say anything to anyone I would be called a snitch, or a prude. A nagger. Love that for me! I’ve always wondered how boys harassing me every day of my life, calling my the r slur and a lesbo, telling me I should slit my wrists, saying I deserved to be raped for the way I dressed or the way I talked, was just boys being boys.

I remember when I was 8 years old, there was this one kid that would not leave me alone, I was in 3rd grade at the time. Everytime we had partner work it would be “Boys, pick a girl to work with.” He always chose me, it was 3rd grade, we all were and still are young, there were a bunch of blocks in a bin in the back of the classroom. He would sit me behind a table and throw blocks at me while I did his work. I didn’t tell the teacher for 4 months, when I told her the response I got was “He must like you! Isn’t that adorable?” I still remember the way she looked at me in awe, after I literally came to her crying with bruises all over my legs and arms.

2 nights ago, my parents had a Christmas party. They wouldn’t let me stay in my room, but I have severe anxiety and panic disorder, and find it hard to be around people. I was kinda just sitting on my couch the whole time. My neighbors son is 10 years old. He kept sitting down on the couch with me, which was awkward and scary for me, but I didn’t do anything because it was just a normal human interaction I can barely handle. He kept getting closer, eventually he just kept groping my tits. I kept asking him to stop but he wouldn’t so I just got up and hung out with my friends and some other random kids and neighbors, everyone got really energetic and it made me anxious, so I left again. At this point my neighbor had groped me about 7 times that night, he came up to me on the couch and started humping my leg, I kept moving but he just kept getting up on my knee and humping me. I get he’s 10, but it’s nasty. I told my dad, his response? He laughed and said “isn’t he a fucking rizzler? Gonna get all the girls when he’s older, lighten up. He doesn’t mean anything by it.” When I get really anxious I get physically sick, I threw up in the bathroom and stayed there until our neighbors left. I love my neighbors, the mom and two daughters are so sweet, and I don’t want to hate the son, but I do. The dad is a genuine criminal and is on the run from the police at the moment, I’ll probably get into that and what he’s done to me in another post. This is all im writing for now. If you read this, thank you. Please be honest, am I overreacting?

[edible-emerald]

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Howdy. You can call me Emerald, Calypso or Syren. My pronouns are she/they/xe/it. (Girlflux) Usually any are fine to use but they do fluctuate, so ask. Even if you use listed pronouns when I don't want you do I don't usually care all too much. I'm bodily a minor.

My sexuality and romantic attraction are very weird, I can say confidentially I'm on the aro/ace spectrum and a lesbian. I've been calling myself reciprosexual/romantic (Is that how its spelled?????) and my repulsion to sex/romance is highly fluctuating.

Because I am a minor, I ask that adults respect their own DNIs if they have that. If you don't, you may interact; but I get defensive, argumentative and anxious very easily, especially around adults.

Idk how I never added it but my mental disorders and disabilities are: ADHD (Diagnosed at age 9) Depression (Diagnosed at age 11) Social anxiety (Self diagnosed) Autism (Highly suspected/in the process of pursuing a diagnosis) Some sort of trauma disorder (Suspected, talking with my therapist about possible PTSD) OCD (Suspected, not as much anymore though) DID/OSDD (We're a sys(let) so the chances are relatively high, plus other symptoms) NPD (Suspected)

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Median. I'm still figuring out this identity and questioning it so it's kinda a placeholder and we're gonna try and become more distinct but keep that in mind. Simply plural is Abysstem, if you friend me tell me your tumblr username when you do (I may decline sorry)

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ls!Kaboodle

c!Ivory

c!RAT/Doctor4t

csmp!Luxintrus

c!Planetlord

c!Nufuli

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I will update this when I remember stuff lmao

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I'm pretty petty keep that in mind I am NOT the bigger person

My only DNI are that bigots DNI. I also ask that Harry Potter and DSMP fans DNI *UNLESS* I interact first, then you're welcome to.

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[angelicyouth]

Youth ; Chapter 2

⇢ pairing: kenny mccormick x marsh!reader x craig tucker

⇢ synopsis: ❝Growing up with the boys as the sole girl of the group, it was only natural for them to grow protective over their pseudo-little sister as the years went by.❞

⇢ warning(s): underage drinking ; recreational drug use

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Fluorescent lights of all types of colors dance across the entire room while the sound of music and the beating bass invades my whole senses, making my body move on time to the beat. I open my eyes and see the smoke that permeates the heavy air, giving my dazed eyes an illusion of surreal surroundings.

I feel a pair of hands lightly place themselves on my hips as they gently guide my swaying body around, making the back of my body face their front. I lean my back against my assailant’s chest and give a lazy smile when I see that it’s just Clyde matching my rhythm.

He’s shielding me from the other bodies crowding this makeshift dance floor and unbeknownst to me, warding off the wandering eyes that the occasional stranger has on my dancing form. He deters any motivation from others that have the courage to try to approach.

I turn my head to face forward as my eyes adjust to my boys leaning against the wall in front of me, casually watching the display in front of them from time to time. Red solo cups filled with alcohol adorn their hands and if not that, cans of hard seltzers or beers are in its place. Or in Cartman’s case, a plate loaded with food, provided by the party’s hosts.

The guys converse with one another but I often catch Kenny and Craig’s lingering gazes. I giggle and take the hands of Butters to pull him from the wall and join us. Our newcomer and I sing along to the lyrics of the song currently playing to each other in jest, our faces close and our smiles grow wider. I playfully mouth some lyrics to the other two and point at them. Craig smirks and throws the middle finger at me whenever I do, but Kenny will point back at me and dramatically belt the song.

We found ourselves attending our first party of sophomore year together by a host that I’ve yet to personally meet or know and it isn’t until a couple of more songs in that I see my girl friends for the first time of the night: the cheerleaders.

“We’re borrowing her!” Bebe loudly declares as she makes her way over to me, the girls following close behind her as the busty blonde tries to tug on the crook of my arm.

Craig steps in, “The fuck? No. We need to keep an eye on her.”

“Bitches aren’t to be trusted, especially you skanks. We don’t need you taking advantage of Y/N and turning her into a lesbo or something!” Cartman proclaims around a full mouth of food. They dodge his grease-stained hands in disgust when he tries to swat the girls away.

“Y/N!” Red pouts at me in indignation as Clyde tightens an arm around the front of my stomach for additional security.

I copy Red’s expression, “Just go play beer pong or something! I promise I’ll be fine, you all made sure my phone was fully charged before we left, right?”

My brother just furrows his brows in distrust even more when he spots Wendy, pursing his lips.

“Please, bro? I wanna party with some girls.” I try to max out my charm and pull out the puppy dog eyes, making grabby hands at the cheerleaders.

Kyle looks between the Marsh siblings and sighs, “Just let her, dude. At least she’ll be with people we know. She’s in the same house as us so we can always check up on her.”

“Yeah, but what if we can’t get to her fast enough if something does happen?” Kenny reasons with his arms crossed, not liking the idea.

I puff out my cheeks in anger at the fact that the normally laidback blonde isn’t coming to my defense. When he spots the face I’m making, he offers me his charming smile and playfully pokes one of my cheeks.

“Sorry, babe. It’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s these hormone driven boys that I don’t trust. Mixed with alcohol too? You’re just too cute for anyone to resist.”

I maintain my indignation at him so he continues, “You know I love you, yeah beautiful? I just want you to be safe.” His finger poking turns into him caressing my cheek, softly running his thumb over the area to soothe me.

My cheeks deflate because I can understand where the blonde was coming from. It’s still hard to be happy, but I know that they just care.

”God, you’re a fucking simp. You’re all simps. Grow some fucking balls. She doesn’t need you to baby her all the damn time,” Cartman mimes himself fake vomiting and for once, I agree with the lard ass.

“You guys shelter her from others too much, it’s why she turned out to be such a lame-o pussy.” Yeah, never mind.

Kyle and Stan have a silent conversation using their eyes before he relents and sighs.

“YAAAY! I love you, Ky! Thank you!” I giggle as I break out of Clyde’s hold to hug the teen. He grumbles a small whatever before ruffling my hair.

He doesn’t find the suggestion appealing either but knows that it’d be best to grant full trust and permission lest the younger Marsh does it unsafely behind their backs. He feels like a parent at this very moment. God, you and Ike make him feel so old.

The girls giggle as we hold onto each other's hands to create a human chain, making it easier to navigate through the swarm of sweaty teens. We steal a bottle of booze from the kitchen and smuggle it to an unoccupied bedroom on the second floor.

Fixing their varying states onto either the bed or on the floor in a makeshift circle, we leisurely pass the bottle of alcohol around and catch up on the night’s activities. My back leans against the bed from my position on the floor, giving my body much needed rest from dancing.

“God, they’re so overprotective. Who do they think they are?” The girls complain. I just shrug in response as it’s something I’ve known all my life. I don’t think much of it since I’m used to it and I know that their intentions are good.

“Why don’t we get them back using their precious Y/N?” Bebe deviously proposes and I quirk an eyebrow.

Red giggles, draping her arms around my shoulders from behind me on her spot on the bed.

“Ever done anything with a girl, Y/N?” She coos sweetly to me, her lips brushing against the shell of my ear.

The intimate gesture makes both me and Wendy blush for some reason and I giggle, “Nooo. I’m literally always with the guys. I’ve actually never had time to explore with others or experiment.”

I’m embarrassed as I admit this but the alcohol throws away all my inhibitions and loosens my lips.

“Really?” Heidi exclaims but all the other girls are equally surprised.

“How selfish! Truly, truly selfish. You’re so pretty, Y/N. Not even with a boy?” Bebe demands in anger for me, yet she also mourns for the missed opportunities and fun the boys prevented me from.

I shake my head, the answer is still the same and I can’t tell if the heat on my face is from the alcohol or embarrassment.

“I mean, I’ve shared a peck on the lips with Butters when we were kids..? We were playing wedding and the boys got really angry at him.” I laugh fondly at the memory, remembering a time of simplicity and innocence (on the blonde’s part).

‘Divorce! DIVOOORCE!’ Clyde screeches as he chucks the stuffed toy wedding guests at the blonde, with Stan trying to yank the ring pop off of his finger.

Once he gets the piece of plastic off, he throws it onto the backyard floor with all the might an 8 year old can muster and the other boys waste no time in jumping on the offending object, stomping on it with their shoes.

“Other than that, kisses have always been of the platonic sort, I guess? It’s not unusual for them to comfort me with a kiss on the forehead or to the side of the head or something. Or for them to say goodbye to me with a kiss on the cheek.”

“Not even from… Kenny..? Or Craig?” Wendy furrows her brows and stares at the rug below her legs at Heidi’s gentle prodding, fiddling with the tufts of yarn beneath her fingers. I give them a confused expression.

“Y/N…” They look at one another, “Haven’t you noticed that yeah, the boys are overprotective when it comes to you. But when it comes to Kenny and Craig, it’s different?” I slowly shake my head at Red’s carefully provided words in confusion.

“We’ve noticed that when it's them two, the other is quick to get real defensive about the other. But not like when it’s with the rest of the boys. Kind of like the other is a… threat? Because they know that with the other guys, they’re just playing around?” Bebe tries to find the right choice of words to explain.

“I mean, I don’t think I have?” I offer, trailing the last word in thought. The alcohol is def not helping.

“Have you ever thought that if one of the guys did harbor any romantic feelings for you, that your brother would have deterred them? Possibly putting you off limits when you were kids?”

“Yeah, they probably can’t act on it. And if they did, I don’t think they would want to jeopardize not only your relationship with them, but with your brothers and all of the guys.” Heidi offers to the conversation while I stay quiet as I think.

“Actually, forget about that. What about you, babe? Have you ever developed a crush on any of them?”

I ponder at Bebe’s words.

Have I?

I mean, I’m not blind. I know that they’re all good looking, even Cartman. And I’m not stupid. I know that others find them attractive, both girls and boys alike. The boys have always been cute as kids but puberty smacked the whole group like a fucking freight train: me, my brother, and my friends. Admittedly, the guys were borderline gods now.

“Ah, forget that for now! Why don’t we rile the boys up with some pictures, hm?” Red tries to divert my attention when the girls notice me getting carried away with my thoughts.

They don’t mean to push me at a party that's meant for fun. The girls just wanted to give me a little nudge in the right direction and I’m thankful that they care about me enough to bring it up.

Bebe pulls my legs, bringing my whole body forward so that Red can squeeze in between the bed and my form. They giggle as Red wraps her arms around my waist from behind me—Wendy seems to be the only one on the same boat as me, the both of us blushing further at the girls having fun.

“Is this okay?” Red sweetly asks me, and I’m once again reminded of the tingly feeling that I got when she spoke closely to my ear the last time. She continues to giggle and the puffs of air that hit my ear increases this sensation tenfold, but I just shyly nod my head in response.

Heidi carefully fits her body in between my legs and reaches out to grab the both of my hands with hers, gently interlocking our fingers together. I notice how soft her hands are compared to that of the guys which are much bigger and rougher.

She gently inches her face closer to mine with a smile and whispers, “Can I kiss you?”

Wisps of air come out after each word and they tickle my parted lips. As if I was in a trance, I slowly nod my head as I maintain eye contact with the tantalizing sight in front of me. When the gap between the two of us slowly closes, I softly shut my eyes until I feel plush lips against my own.

At the same time, I feel Red instinctively tighten her arms around me as she lightly nibbles on my ear. I start to feel overwhelmed at everything I’m feeling until I hear the shutter of a camera, signaling the release that both of the girls have on me.

Everyone watches me in anticipation of my opinion and what tumbles out of my mouth is a breathy, “Uh, wow. That was. Wow. Strawberry, Heidi?,” in reference to the lipgloss I got a taste of.

The girls take in my disheveled appearance and the permanent blush now embedded onto my cheeks and giggle in success. Heidi winks at me and Wendy lowers the phone she used to capture the moment even more in relief to the positive experience I just had.

“You like?” Bebe slowly asks me, despite them knowing my answer. All I can do is nod back.

“Good!” The blonde continues, before she replaces the spot Heidi was just in, “Because it’s my turn!” She sings.  

Much like Heidi, she grabs both of our hands and interlocks our fingers together. However, instead of placing our intertwined digits onto my lap, she guides them onto either side of my head. Slowly pushing me down with this new position, the top of my body leans against the bed at an angle and a little lower than if I were to properly sit against it due to the space Red left.

“Ever wonder what it’s like to get a hickey?” Bebe sweetly asks, her face close enough to mine that I can’t see anything but blonde beauty. She hasn’t even done anything yet and I’m already so mesmerized.

“Ah!” I exclaim, surprised at how we went from kissing to this.

“I can give you one if you want. But only if you want.” Bebe smiles at me in reassurance, “It’d be funny if we not only gave them pictures, but a physical reminder too. We can also do something else if you’re not comfortable with it!”

“I-” I start off, but the feeling of shyness overcomes me and I just close my eyes and expose the length of my neck in excitement and consent.

I jolt when I feel her lick a long stripe of skin on my neck, softly blowing onto the area after it's wet. This makes me feel extra sensitive, goosebumps dancing along my arms at the heightened sensation. She giggles against the crook of my neck before latching her lips onto me.

I feel hyper aware of everything she's doing: the light suction of her mouth, the scraping of her teeth against soft flesh, and the tongue she swipes and caresses over the abused spot to soothe the attack. I squeeze our hands together from her ministrations and I’m overwhelmed by the sweet scent of her perfume.

When she softly lets go and pulls away, I look around in a daze at their giggling. I didn’t even notice when they took the picture and my cheeks begin to flush a deep red at my hyperfocus.

A whistle interrupts my thoughts, “Goddamn, Bebe. You fucking whore!” Red says before throwing her arms around the blonde, their laughter filling the air.

I need more alcohol, I think to myself as I fan my face in a futile attempt to cool it down.

Wendy shyly hands me my phone when a voice interrupts the interaction, “Want a turn, Wendy?” Bebe teases as the ravenette gets flustered with stuttered words escaping her lips.

“Nevermind that! G-g-give me your phone, Y/N.” Wendy derails getting put on the spot as I unlock my phone, open up my group chat with the boys, and give it to her. We all crowd around her in anticipation.

GROUP CHAT (EVERYONE)

Kyley-B (Kyle): I don’t know, man. I think you need to get that thing checked out by a doctor…

PimpDaddy (Butters): aw geez, you really think so fellas?

N/N: (photo of Heidi holding my hands and kissing me while Red hugs me from behind and nibbles on my ear)

N/N: (photo of Bebe pinning me against the bed with her head shoved into the crook of my neck)

N/N: hehe :P

theBard (Jimmy): woah

PimpDaddy (Butters): whaaa?

Feldspar (Craig): dude.

ElPolloLoco (Kenny): see, while i’d usually be down for this type of shit

ElPolloLoco (Kenny): it’s not funny when it’s my girl

Feldspar (Craig): fuck off

Feldspar (Craig): your girl? please.

CoffeeEE (Tweek): sto oop fight tingG!!! !!

Kyley-B (Kyle): I agree, cast your stupid rivalry aside for just one second.

Kyley-B (Kyle): We need to find her so use your energy on that, instead of on dumb shit.

Feldspar (Craig): (middle finger emoji)

HighElf (Clyde): BESTIE!!! T—T

Raven (Stan): GOD FUCKING DAMMIT

Raven (Stan): where the HELL are you?!

Raven (Stan): this better be consensual or i swear to fucking god

Raven (Stan): IDGAF if your “friends” are girls

PimpDaddy (Butters): yeah!

PimpDaddy (Butters): our fists know no gender! >:(

The girls laugh and shove the phone in my hands so I can reply.

N/N: wat r yuu So ma d abOut ?  ??

Yeah.. Perhaps I’m a teensy bit drunk after I took a fatass swig from the bottle after Bebe’s little demonstration.

Kyley-B (Kyle): Y/N, the guys are freaking out.

Kyley-B (Kyle): Where are you?

Kyley-B (Kyle): … Please reply.

N/N: odmouuygccnedx

Feldspar (Craig): i swear to fucking god.

ElPolloLoco (Kenny): c'mon babe, i love you but use your words

CoffeeEE (Tweek): i doo on t thi nk sh ee can te xt

RadRussian (Cartman): I TOLD YOU THEY’D FORCE THEIR LESBO ACTIVITIES ON HER

RadRussian (Cartman): BITCHES NEVER CHANGE

HighElf (Clyde): is now a bad time to say that i’m jealous..?

HighElf (Clyde): shit’s hot af

Kyley-B (Kyle): Dude.

HighElf (Clyde): what? i’m just saying what we’re all thinking

HighElf (Clyde): i know a pitched tent when i see one

“Hmm.. Lackluster replies but I think it’s because they’re trying to find you,” Wendy remarks before the door slams open. To our surprise, it’s not one of the boys but none other than sir Douchebag himself: Dovahkiin.

“Dude! Fucking rude!” Bebe yelps, crossing her arms at the sudden intrusion, “What if we were fucking in here?!”

Dovahkiin wastes no time in helping me stand up and gently guiding me out of the room.

“Ah—wait!” The girls exclaim, trying to grab me back but I’m lost in thought. Pitched tent..? A boner from that? Huh.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊��๑

After abruptly leaving the girls, I got stuck all by my lonesome wandering the house. Dovahkiin got whisked away by his many followers and through the throngs of teenage ecstasy, we got separated. Seen without the boys for the first time by the student population, they waste no time in taking advantage of the opportunity and casting me away to join them.

This is how I found myself watching a boy partake in taking a body shot off of a girl, her belly button piercing sparkling under the glow of neon lights from the mixture of saliva and alcohol. I’m somehow made the center of attention as the surrounding crowd pushes me to try it out.

A blonde girl that I’ve come to now know as the host of the party, precious and sweet Annie Knitts, gently guides me to lay my body flat against the hard table. Cheering and playful hooting is heard all around us as she lightly sprinkles a trail of salt onto my neck and all of a sudden, I’m drunkenly giggling from both the attention of everyone and the small crystals tickling my body.

I slightly jump, not wanting to disturb what Annie has already laid out when I feel her carefully pouring cold tequila into the valley of my stomach. I wonder in anticipation of who's going to be my partner when I see a shadow steadily begin to dwarf my frame, belonging to the figure of a boy in my history class named Pete Thelman.

I’ve never talked to him but he catches my eyes from time to time. He’s quiet in class but when spoken to, is so self-assured in himself in a way that I can only admire from afar. He's confident about his style, the way he carries himself, and the lifestyle he and the other goths lead. His handsome face catches the glow of multicolor lights and I blush in excitement as he places a wedge of lime onto my mouth, the side of his thumb lightly wiping the edge of my lips.

He lazily glances around to the others in the room without speaking to let them know that he’s about to start and I’m nervous when he cages me in with his arms, leaning his body over mine to start his descent on my neck. With the salt, the sensation is much more different than Bebe’s lone tongue and it feels like my body seizes from movement as I unconsciously hold my breath.

The wet appendage does nothing to soothe my hot body, and I’m mesmerized by the touch of the boy in front of me—of the dedication that he has at the task he's currently presented with. He’s tantalizingly slow as his tongue drags across my neck and it feels like all the surrounding noise comes to a standstill while the body’s around me stops. As he’s making delicate work, his large hand comes up and angles my face to gain more access by caressing my cheek.

Once done, he makes quick eye contact to check on my current state before making his way over to the other side of the table. He takes his time with his hands nonchalantly stuffed into his pant's pockets and the anticipation begins to slowly kill me. My legs dangle off the table while he makes himself at home in between my legs.

All of a sudden, muscular hands take hold of either side of my hips, grasping it firmly and pulling my body closer to the edge. I’m no stranger to the male touch but this foreign situation has me feeling exhilarated and I feel like I’m about to combust. Or vomit in the closest sink, the butterflies in my stomach feel like they're about to erupt and they're finding a way out.

My heartbeat picks up when his hands smoothes their thumbs over the expanse of skin that he has access to, eliciting goosebumps. Before I know it, his tongue returns to my body like it’s calling him back home. I feel like I’m dying of thirst as my mouth becomes dry, parched at the sight before me: Pete between my legs, lightly sucking and licking every drop of alcohol.

He takes his time, slow and steady. All the while, he holds eye contact with me, his devoted gaze never breaks apart from mine. A mantra of repeated oh my god's take up my thoughts.

When he makes his last stop to my mouth, I notice that he doesn't look at me as his face slowly covers mine. I look to the side to see what catches the attention of the ever elusive goth and find myself spotting my brother and the guys at the front of the crowd. The flashing lights make it hard to make out their expressions but their clenched fists are tell tale signs of their reactions.

Have they been there the whole time?

Pete smirks at me and before I can swoon, he nips at the lime in my mouth. His plump lips lightly brush against mine, still slightly wet from his previous ministrations. I’m treated by a deep chuckle that rumbles out from the good looking male as my hands unconsciously shoot up to grasp onto a handful of his dress shirt. It doesn't matter that I'm already laying down, I feel overwhelmed and need something to anchor me to this moment. His black and red fringe lightly tickles my cheeks and the side of my lips quirk up.

All too soon, he’s suddenly being yanked up by my brother. Craig pushes his way next to us as Butters slowly helps me lift my body into a sitting position. Craig's face is close to Pete’s as they have a stare off, glaring at each other before the goth rolls his eyes and shoulder checks the tall teen when he walks away.

Craig looks back at me and gently takes my hand, guiding me down onto the floor. My legs wobble from what just occurred, my thoughts running at the new experience of being touched by a male like that for the first time—to be under the male gaze like that for the first time. I grasp onto his arm and hug it close to my chest in a daze, oblivious to frustrated blue eyes watching me.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

After being safely returned to the boys, they spend every second babying me. Figures.

“Come on, Y/N. Drink a little more water.” Kyle presses the lip of the water bottle to my mouth in an attempt to sober me up, his unoccupied arm wrapped around my shoulders. When he gets no response but my stubbornly shaking head, he resorts to the tactic he uses when I’m sick and I won’t take my medicine: guilt tripping.

“Please? For me? Do it for your Ky?” I can’t resist for long when he talks to me like that and before I know it, I cave in and drink as told. Curse Aunt Sheila and Uncle Gerald for their heavenly good genes.

From my other side, Butters consoles me by rubbing my back. “There, there, little buddy. Do you need to lay down for some sleepy night-night?”

”Meh meh meh meh meh.” Cartman mocks the blonde, “Great idea, Butters. Have her sleep it off so that she can throw up and choke on her own vomit when she’s asleep.”

We ignore him as Clyde makes a face, dabbing a wet wash cloth to my stomach in an effort to rid myself of the pungent smell of alcohol. He has a sensitive stomach and does not want to hear any type of shit about vomit. Butters is your type of man if you want someone to accompany you to the bathroom. He's held my hair up plenty of times.

“Are you sure you were okay with what they did to you?” My brother paces in front of me and the other guys in the master bedroom’s bathroom that we’re all seeking refuge in.

“Because if you’re as intoxicated as you are right now, I have a hard time believing that you knew what was going on.” He continues as his hand grasps onto the raven locks on his head and he stresses his words. His party attire doesn't consist of his beloved hat.

“I’m okaaaaay.” I stress the word out for further emphasis, “They kept asking if it was what I wanted and I was down for whatever the babes wanted to do.”

“Y/N, be serious!” I roll my eyes at my brother and his overprotectiveness.

“I am! It’s not like the girls had a dick to stick it in. Be for-fucking-real Stan, it was just a kiss,” I shrug. “Do I need to take you on a visit to PC principal so he can remind you on what consent is?”

“Big talk coming from a virgin who just got her second kiss.” Cartman snarks before Kyle slaps the back of his head in retaliation.

“Aye! What the fuck was that for?! Not my fault she got my sloppy seconds.”

“Dude! Shut the FUCK up!”

My attention to the quarrel gets interrupted when a pair of hands firmly grasps my shoulders, to which I look up to see Kenny. His expression is uncharacteristically serious as he gently holds onto my chin and lifts my face towards him.

“Uh, what the fuck are you doing?” Kyle asks, trying to push the blonde’s hand off of me.

“I’m going to sterilize her with a kiss of my own,” Comes the solemn reply.

“Aw, dude. Fuck off. Please.” Stan furrows his eyebrows and pinches the bridge of his nose.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

After reassuring everyone multiple times that I’m okay and that they can continue to have fun, the boys reluctantly leave me behind with Kenny and Craig, both of them offering to stay back in the bathroom with me.

Smoke wafts out of Craig’s mouth, his hand holding a blunt that Kenny pulled out and lit. He used his yellow lighter, the one I decorated with hello kitty stickers back when we were still in middle school. My eyes are mesmerized by the blondes hands, his long fingers toying with the brightly colored object.

We’re all squished into the bathtub, Craig to my left with his long ass legs hanging out, his back against the cool tiled wall. Similar to the ravenette, my legs dangle out of the bathtub with my back against the same wall, in between the two boys. Kenny, however, opts to position himself perpendicular from us.

His legs are draped across both of our laps instead and he’s able to look at our faces without turning his head from this position. Smoking is a common activity that some of us partake in when we hang out but I’d have to say that both Kenny and Craig are my designated smoking buddies.

The chullo wearing teen nudges my arm in a nonverbal way of asking if I want a hit and I turn to look from the blunt to his relaxed face. I think about what the girls and I talked about earlier. He really is handsome.

Instead of taking it from him, I maintain eye contact with the ravenette as I hit the blunt directly from his hand, his fingers caressing the side of my face from the close proximity my bold actions grant. We both lazily watch each other as I slowly inhale. The blazing embers light up his calm features, the orange hue accentuating the deep blue of his pretty eyes.

Satisfied, I lean back into my original position until Kenny leans over me, his face close to mine. He quirks an eyebrow at me and like Craig, I maintain steady eye contact with the blonde as I slightly part my lips in invitation. Tendrils of smoke slowly pool out of my mouth.

We maintain our eye contact as I lament on how beautiful my friend is. I breathe in his comforting scent and am reminded on how at home he makes me feel. His boyish grin and soft eyes provide me with a solace that I can always count on. The space between us steadily grows smaller as I begin to slowly blow the smoke out of my mouth onto his, Kenny inhaling it from his own parted lips as I shotgun him the smoke.

This intimate moment of silence shared between the three of us engraves itself into my memories, precious and valuable. I hug both of their arms closer to my body, feeling overwhelmed by the happiness I feel right now with them.

The boys share a look over my head.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

I wake up to the slight pounding to the temples of my head and throw my covers off me. I want to sleep in some more but the pain isn’t something that I can ignore without painkillers. That, and my stomach is crying for me to eat something.

I drag my feet to the bathroom with my eyes half closed due to sleepiness and the bright sun. Brushing my teeth and lazily scratching at my side, I notice that my makeup from last night got properly taken off. My parents are out of town this weekend and aren’t due back until tomorrow so it couldn’t have been my mom. Did my brother take it off for me..? Oh wait.

Ditching the rest of the party, the guys and I decide to sober up by walking out into the cold night air to the nearest 24-hour diner. After stuffing our faces with shitty breakfast food, I find myself in the bathroom back at home facing away from the sink but leaning my weight against the counter.

Kenny is propped up behind me, my body caged in between his legs. He softly hums to himself as he pins my hair away from my face with the various cute clips he finds in my cabinet. When he’s satisfied, the blonde shifts to wrap his arms around me.

To my front, Craig begins to gently massage the cleansing oil to get rid of all my makeup. When he’s done and everything is a mixed up, gray blob on my face, I open my eyes and stare at him as he inspects me to see that he got everything. Satisfied, he makes eye contact with me again and snickers a nasally ‘cute’ before guiding me to wash my face.

The last thing I remember are soft kisses pressed to my head as darkness envelopes me. Sleep gently carries me as I hear muffled laughter from the other room.

I slowly but surely get myself downstairs with my half closed, sleep-filled eyes and hear low mumbling.

Damn, Stan’s already awake..? After how much he drank last night? Probably eating breakfast with the television on.

The smell of coffee permeates all of downstairs so I robotically take myself to the kitchen for a much needed pick-me-up. I don’t need to fully open my eyes to see where I’m going, having lived in this house all of my life. The mumbling stops as I run on auto-pilot, grabbing a mug on my way to heft myself up onto the kitchen counter, right next to the coffee maker.

As I begin to wake up more from the caffeine, I happily kick my dangling feet back and forth from the height. Opening my eyes, however, I see that all the guys are seated at the dining table that's in the kitchen. All watching me in varying states of deepening red cheeks, slightly agape mouths, and embarrassment.

Oh. They were probably too inebriated to make the separate journeys home and crashed the night instead since the folks are out, I think to myself until someone awkwardly clears their throat.

My sleep-addled brain kicks into overdrive to catch up with the situation and when it finally clicks, I look down to see myself in just an oversized band shirt and my underwear. My go-to pajama fit.

The edge of my makeshift dress rests high above one of my thighs from carelessly throwing myself onto the counter, exposing my lack of a pajama bottom. A flash of soft skin and lacy black reaches my eyes.

My head shoots up to look at the guys in panic, but I notice that my brother is instead, focused on a spot higher up. I look hastily back down, frantically scanning my body until I realize.

They can also see the angry red of the hickey Bebe gave me last night.

[bdsmdevil6136]

On the Fourth day of Dark-mas

I feel his pressence starting to come back to me as the days draw closer to christmas eve, Krampus. A dark spirit that over takes during the cold winter nights that secretly compells me punish all the naught Subbies of the around, be they straight or lesbo woman , fake boys and trans, all subbies get his attention as well as his twisted punishments for being so naughty through the year. He senses their need to be punished and is even more happy to comply , as i said with his own twist thoughts how.

Today Krampus has shown me his first target, the slumper part of my pet up stairs later on tonight and he know what he'd do. Why he'd become his own santa this year and make some special gifts for his vicitums. For my pet through my hands he took the VR set id been fixing up for her and made it into the perfect trap. We spent hours making the perfect programming video and added the extra touch with coloring the spirals candy cane colors. he made sure that it would be paced to keep them intranced until the program finished uploading and add headphones onto it so no other sound could reach the wearer.

The hour draws near and just before the guest start arrving, We give out pet their gift and explain as they open it that it's an earlier christmas present for them all to enjoy tonight for movies and games. But he explains that before they can start to use it then have to watch the insturction video on it first, they agree all the while not know that the insturction video was what he'd been working on for the last half of the day. He excusess him self to go to his game room and once in there sent a timer for himself on about how long it should take for each of them to put the gear on watch and pass it along.

Once his timer starts to ring a grin forms around his lips and on hushed feet slowly climbs the stairs to listen for any noise coming from her hang room but not a creature was stirring, not even his Little Mouse. He could feel his smile intense as he went for the doorknob and as he open the door he found what hes hoped. All thrm kneeling naked and blank staring into space , waiting for me to give the final phrase to follow unlock what hed done to their minds. Before saying hit he quietly inspects them enjoying this diversity before him. He sees that his thoughts where correct that they had a few beautiful trans women mixed in between mtf and ftm, as well as nice varity of different types ;).

I move to the center of them so all there blank stares are on me and i say the final phrase to complete the reprogramming , " we wish you a merry DARK-MIS." Sudden their empty stares break and all look up at me with a hungery needy begging look. I jod my head and they begin to crawl over around me , pull my pants down before my Little Mouse puts me in her mouth and begins playing blow pass. The ones that couldnt get in stood begining to make out with me as i use each hand to pleasure between the legs feel how soaked most and the precum drippabling down the little subbie who wants to be a girl as i show them kindness stroking before making one treat them with their mouth . Soon i was being crawl on top of with each finding a part of me to filled their new needy holes , while the ones waiting play wirh each other.

The krampus slumber party went into the morning and once we were down with the fun of all our new toys. He ordered them all dress as their holes still drip from fullness. Once they were all clothed he made his way to the door and befoee leaving he said the phrase to lessen their programing to go back to their normal days... for now. " and a happy SPIRAL YEAR." He slipped down quietly as they came out of it and then at the door to thank them all for coming with his pet and as the last one leaves his pet says to him , " id have willing done that if youd just askee. " with a wink from there she head to the bedroom to give exhausted body some rest.

I hope you all enjoy this extra special dark-miss post , and also dropping a little more ;). If you like the character krampus reblog this post and ill add him back into more

[femmefighter]

Fandom ask thing!

How’s about 2, 3, 16, and 17?

Well, am I LATE in responding to this! Sorry, real life and my real ADHD brain came between me and answering these earlier. BUT I'M HERE NOW!! Shuffles through archive to find the actual questions so I can answer... 2. A headcanon you weren't sure about but have now come to like. Alien-genitalia Ahsoka. I've never minded the HC of Ahsoka being dual sex or having a penis at all, but my head used to spin at some of the ideas I read about. "What do you mean, she has a blue tendril?!?!" Now, I'm like, "c'mon, surprise me. Let's see what your imagination can cook up." Yes, I will continue to write my own Ahsoka as my vanilla genitalia, sorry guys. I never said I was the one with the imagination.

3. A character that fandom has helped you appreciate. Cali don't yell at me for this. Satine Kryze. I smashed through The Clone Wars whilst on a solo camping trip with my dog along the Australian eastern coastline last year. When it would get dark and the mosquitos would come out to play, my dog and I would retreat into my epic swag-tent in the back of my ute, and I'd watch TCW until I was ready to sleep. TBH I had come to TCW to learn more about Ahsoka and Bo-Katan having just met them in S2 of the Mandalorian. All the characters I then got to meet was a bonus SW education. Satine I enjoyed as a character, especially with her obvious modelling off Cate Blanchett's take on Queen Elizabeth I. But, I ended up rolling my eyes a bit at her being used as that trope of 'that tool to hurt Obi-Wan deeply but show he doesn't turn to the dark side'. Yes I still cried like a bitch when she died in his arms, but still. I'm sick of women being used as features to strengthen a man's story arc. It was through fandom *cough* the LesBo discord server *cough* that I learned to appreciate Satine more for her pacifism politics despite her own classic bubbling Mandalorian anger issues, as well as her deeply complex, tumultuous relationship with her younger sister, Bo-Katan. Satine, you deserved better, and I wish I appreciated you more in my first encounter with you. Time for a Clone Wars re-watch, I think.

16. A tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate. That the characters in SW grow up, grow old, and grow in and out of certain roles or stereotypes fandom like to place them in. I think it's that 'found family' doesn't need to represent the traditional Western family nucleus. I see so much of fandom calling Hera and Kanan the mum and dad of the Ghost crew, and I'm not saying that's wrong, but it doesn't allow the natural growth that characters are allowed to have as they get older. Or maybe more that, fandom doesn't allow the characters to grow out of that. Hera is a natural leader, and summarising it as 'mum' vibes does her an injustice, as people much older than her respect her leadership and follow her to hell and back because of her natural command presence, her compassion for the people she leads and her steadfast belief in their cause. People seem to forget that characters like Zeb or Mon Mothma, who are 15/20 years older than Hera, follow her lead in times of crisis or even just daily run-of-the-mill military operations. Hera was a runaway 18 year old girl with just her ship and her murderous droid verses the galaxy, and she ends up a General of the Rebellion/New Republic. That's more than mum vibes, that's BAMF vibes.

On the other side of the equation you have Sabine and Ezra, often depicted as Hera's 'children' in Rebels. Yet they become adults With only an 8 year age gap between Hera and Sabine, it's natural that Sabine would grow into more of a little-sister dynamic with Hera, which they try to show in the Ahsoka series with Jacen calling her 'Aunt Sabine'. But people seem to prefer still calling Sabine a 'girl-failure' of a kid rather than the traumatised, 30 year old adult woman with complex relationships she now is. Pigeon-holing characters into nuclear family roles I feel either permanently infantilizes some characters unfairly, or makes them the chronic 'mum/dad' characters that aren't allowed to be seen as fun, rule-breaking or sexy. The characters in SW grow up, are changed by their experiences, relationships and traumas, and I find that beautiful. I wish more people did too.

17. The thing in canon that everyone loves that you also love. Sabine Wren being an artist as well as a killing machine. It might be an odd thing for me to fixate on, but growing up in a left vs right political society, I was often ostracised for being in the military but also being queer, left-voting, a seamstress and creative. Apparently, two such components of my identity were not allowed to co-exist in the one person. So naturally, I found it a breath of fresh air seeing in Rebels, Sabine spray painting anti-Imperial graffiti on a wall one moment to shooting or blowing up bucketheads a moment later without blinking an eye. Her painted armour, literally bringing those two 'opposing' sides of her identity together that makes her who she is - love it so damn much.

Anyways, I've probably taken all these questions too seriously and have possibly also pissed off half of fandom with my take on these. But at least I've had fun doing so. 😂

Thanks for the ask!!