#palm springs pride

[lifeofloon]

Celebrating our 5th anniversary in Palm Springs

[discovercathedralcity]

Cathedral City Takes Viewers to the Clouds for 2022 Palm Springs Pride Parade

Cathedral City Takes Viewers to the Clouds for 2022 Palm Springs Pride Parade

The City of Cathedral City participated in the 36th Annual Palm Spring Pride Parade in Downtown Palm Springs on Sunday, Nov. 6, 2022, featuring its new float with a message “Take You to the Clouds” designed by Jimmy Cantua and Ralph Thompson. “Say Gay” was the theme for 2022 Palm Springs Pride. The colorful float featured hot air balloon gondolas to promote the upcoming Cathedral City Hot Air…

[13thgenfilm]

For friends in Palm Springs, The LGBTQ+ History & Archives of the Desert has announced that it will present its 2nd Annual Exhibition, Telling Their Stories - Celebrating Their Legacy, during Greater Palm Springs Pride weekend, November 3-6, 2022.

Details: 👉 https://bit.ly/3fpKnTo

The greater Palm Springs area is known as one of the best LGBTQ+ locations in the world, it is also home to many LGBT organizations, businesses, publications, and events, and that is the focus of this year’s exhibition. It will tell the origin stories of 13 local LGBT organizations, businesses, and events, taking a look back and celebrating their accomplishments and their milestone anniversaries this year.

[dcigar]

Kevin stepped off the bus in Palm Springs, California, for the first time, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. As he walked through the bustling streets, he took in the lively atmosphere, unsure of what he was looking for. He found himself in front of a store with a bold sign: "Bear Leather Store." Reluctant but curious, he decided to step inside.

The scent of leather and a faint hint of cigar smoke greeted him. Behind the counter stood a man in a leather harness and jockstrap, his presence both intimidating and intriguing.

"Welcome," the man said, his voice warm and inviting. "I'm Jesse. First time here?"

Kevin nodded, feeling out of place. "Yeah, I've never been in a store like this before."

Jesse smiled. "No worries. We all start somewhere. Let me show you around."

Kevin followed Jesse through the store, still unsure but willing to explore. Jesse explained the different types of gear, making it sound exciting and approachable. Kevin's reluctance slowly began to fade as Jesse's enthusiasm became infectious.

"Why don't you start with something simple?" Jesse suggested, holding up a leather jockstrap.

Kevin hesitated but eventually nodded. "Okay, I'll give it a try."

He stepped into a fitting room, feeling a mix of apprehension and excitement. Putting on the jockstrap, he was surprised by how it made him feel: exposed yet strangely empowered. He stepped out, and Jesse's approving nod gave him a boost of confidence.

"How does it feel?" Jesse asked.

"Different," Kevin admitted. "But... good."

"Great! Let's try a few more pieces," Jesse encouraged.

Kevin began with the leather pants, feeling the smooth material slide up his legs. Next came the leather shirt, its tight fit accentuating his frame. He buttoned up the leather vest and slipped into the matching leather jacket, feeling an unexpected thrill with each new layer. He added a leather tie, completing the ensemble with a touch of class.

Slipping on the leather boots, Kevin felt a newfound confidence with every step. He pulled on a pair of gloves, the final piece of the outfit before placing the leather cap on his head. He glanced at his reflection, hardly recognizing the confident man staring back. The transformation was undeniable. He felt strong, confident, and proud.

"You look fantastic," Jesse said, nodding approvingly. "How do you feel?"

"Amazing," Kevin said, a smile spreading across his face. For the first time, he felt completely at ease in his own skin.

"Now, every good BLUF man needs a cigar," Jesse said with a wink.

Kevin hesitated again but found himself craving the idea. "I've never smoked a cigar before," he confessed.

"There's a first time for everything," Jesse said, handing him a cigar and showing him how to cut and light it.

As Kevin took his first puff, the rich, smoky flavor filled his mouth, and a sense of satisfaction washed over him. He felt like he had been smoking cigars for years. He left his original clothes on the counter, knowing he wouldn't need them anymore.

Jesse handed him a business card. "You should check out this bar. It's a great place to meet like-minded people."

Kevin thanked him, purchased the uniform, and left the store feeling transformed. He made his way to the bar Jesse had recommended, his confidence growing with each step. The evening air was cool against the leather, and he relished the feeling.

At the bar, he drew curious and appreciative glances. He ordered a drink and settled into a comfortable chair, savoring the taste of his cigar. Despite being a novice, he felt as though he'd been smoking for years.

Kevin realized he had discovered a new, exciting part of himself. As he sat there, surrounded by the camaraderie of others, he knew this was just the beginning of his journey.

Kevin stepped into The Eagle, the leather bar Jesse had recommended, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. The bar was dimly lit, with leather-themed decor adorning the walls and patrons dressed in a variety of leather outfits, creating an atmosphere of camaraderie and confidence. He had never imagined himself in such a place, but now, dressed in his full BLUF uniform, he felt a sense of belonging he had never experienced before.

As he walked in, the rich scent of leather mixed with the smoky aroma of cigars, filling the air. Kevin drew curious and appreciative glances from the other patrons, their nods and smiles boosting his confidence. He made his way to the bar, each step in his leather boots echoing in his ears, a reminder of his transformation.

He ordered a drink and settled into a comfortable chair, taking a deep puff of his cigar. The taste was rich and satisfying, and despite it being his first cigar, he felt as though he had been smoking for years. He scanned the room, observing the easy camaraderie among the men. Conversations flowed effortlessly, and laughter punctuated the air.

A man in a leather harness approached Kevin, extending a hand. "Hey there, first time here?"

Kevin nodded, shaking the man's hand. "Yeah, I'm Kevin."

"Nice to meet you, Kevin. I'm Mark. You look great in that uniform," Mark said, a friendly smile on his face.

"Thanks," Kevin replied, feeling a warm flush of pride. "It's my first time wearing something like this."

"Well, you're rocking it," Mark said, sitting down next to him. "How are you finding the bar?"

"It's... amazing," Kevin admitted. "I never thought I'd feel so comfortable in a place like this."

Mark chuckled. "The Eagle has that effect. It's a place where you can be yourself, no judgment. Just a bunch of guys enjoying each other's company."

Kevin took another puff of his cigar, savoring the flavor. "I think I'm starting to understand that."

They chatted for a while, Mark introducing Kevin to other patrons and sharing stories about the leather community. Kevin found himself relaxing more and more, the initial nervousness giving way to a deep sense of belonging. He listened to stories of pride, acceptance, and the bonds formed within the community, feeling a connection he had never felt before.

As the night wore on, Kevin found himself laughing and talking with ease, enjoying the newfound sense of camaraderie. He felt proud of his transformation and the confidence it brought him. The leather uniform, which had initially felt foreign, now felt like a second skin, a true expression of his newfound identity.

By the time he left The Eagle, the night air cool against his leather-clad body, Kevin knew he had taken the first step on an exciting new journey. He had discovered a part of himself he never knew existed, and he couldn't wait to see where it would take him next.

[roancowgirl]

Calling all San Diego, California folks! The San Diego Gay Rodeo is looking for country and western marchers for the San Diego Pride Parade July 20th.

If interested, please reach out to sandiegorodeosocialclub@gmail.com, it’s going to be an awesome parade!

Please share with your friends, the more the merrier!

[californiastatelibrary]

For Pride Month, we dug into our vertical files in the CA History Section to unearth treasures like this 1991 edition of Gay & Lesbian "fun map" of Palm Springs and San Diego, Ca. We'll be posting more of our finds throughout June!

[twopoppies]

the unlabelled pride flag 🥹🥹

That’s very sweet.

[homicidalbrunette]

[llynnl2]

HMU for posters

Speaking of Heathers, I wanted to print a bunch of those alt posters for my room, but since not every movie I wanted had some for sale and because different vendors make them in different styles, I just went ahead and made my own. If anyone else wants to buy any I'm adding them to my Etsy!

Shop Link: https://lvrrart.etsy.com

Current posters (uploaded) include:

Heathers

Beetlejuice

Beetlejuice Beeltejuice

The Parent Trap (1998)

The Truman Show

Back to the Future

Hidalgo

Barbie

Scream

Dead Poets Society

Serendipity

Promising Young Woman

Pride and Prejudice (2005)

What We Do in the Shadows (movie)

However I'll also soon be uploading for Jojo Rabbit, Eighth Grade, Chicago, The Lizzie McGuire Movie, The Iron Claw, Mamma Mia, Palm Springs, and Baby Driver. Probably more soon as I think of them.

If you have any other suggestions for posters you personally would be interested in ordering, I'm having fun with this so send me a DM! And I'll reply with a discount code for it since you requested it (I can't afford to sell it for free but order through my Etsy and I'll give you a one-time reduced price as thnx).

Selling in 6"x8", 12"x16", and 18x24"

Thank you :)

[lifeofloon]

Palm Springs Pride, always an adventure. From drinking with friends from near and far, to world famous drag queens to beautiful desert sunsets and amazing German pancakes, it's a fun city all around!

[wigoutlet]

[shotmrmiller]

written on phone, excuse mistakes.

ps!ghost is spent. physically exhausted. there's an ache in his lower back that he can feel up to the base of his skull. his hip flexors burn with overuse. his head pounds, an unrelenting hammering behind his eyes.

he's working too hard to keep himself in the zone when at work. his co-stars, while so breathtakingly beautiful, aren't his favorite girl. the one with the soft, quivering thighs that glisten with arousal in every video. the one with the pretty tits and even prettier pussy that somehow takes him (technically him, that toy is based on his cock) so nicely, every devastating inch.

he can feel himself thickening at just the thought of you climbing on top, nails digging into his chest as you sink onto him, watching your face through half-lidded eyes as you finally feel the real thing. would your bitten lips part as you draw a sharp gasp? would your eyes roll to the back of your head once his tip gently presses against the plug of your womb? would you let him take you over the peak with just the pad of his thumb rolling little circles over your swollen clit as you try to sit still?

the muscles in his groin tighten, his now hardened erection straining against the metal teeth of his zipper. he rearranges himself from the outside, a palm wrapping around the thick of him when he looks at his watch.

he supposes he's got enough time to squeeze in one last wank. not like he has any issues getting to his finish line, not with your pretty pussy in his mind's eye.

pulling your page up on his phone, he slowly begins to undo the button on his jeans when he notices that you posted a brand-new video. just minutes ago, back when he was still in his driveway.

he leaves an impatient trail of clothes that leads to his bedroom and lies back, head sinking into the soft pillow, his hand lazily tugging his length when—

he springs up, spine snapping straight, eyes widening but pupils narrowing as he takes in what you're wearing. you managed to get your hands on a mask, a skull balaclava to be exact. he's worn that before in older videos.

even though he can't see your face, he can finally, finally get a look at your eyes. long lashes frame them, like feathered wings, like brushstrokes from an artist's hand. your eyes reflect the bright luminescence of the ring light behind the camera, a circular glow that encircles the center of them in a perfect halo.

if he wasn't enthralled before, (which he definitely is, he'd buy you an airplane ticket to come see him in a heartbeat) he sure as hell is now. and he's even harder than before, almost painfully so. ghost leans against the wall, spreading his muscled thighs shoulder-width apart and presses play.

it starts slow, as always. your hand wraps around the base of the toy, the tips of your fingers barely touching. he takes minor pride in that. you're not a teeny thing, he's simply bigger in more ways than one. you give it a couple of pumps, spreading the lube over it when you lean forward— your pretty, perfect eyes looking straight at the camera— and with a thumb, you lift the mask up just enough to—

you spit on the toy. there's a clear glob of saliva trickling down the plastic thing, trailing a warm path down to where your hand is. the wave of heat that rushes through his body, painting his cheeks a rosy hue with embarrassment (because he's seething with jealousy over a bloody inanimate object, for fucks sake) is swallowed up by the molten rush that courses through his veins.

his usual pink tip is flushed a much deeper color as it pre-cum beads up at the slit.

"fuck, do tha' again." he rumbles quietly. "c'mon, love, do tha' again." you've even got him talking to himself, that's how crazy he is about you.

it's as if lady luck smiled upon him because you do it again. a quick drag of your hand, up down, up down, and you lick the side of it with a flattened pink tongue before spitting on the head.

perfect. you're perfect. what he wouldn't do to be there instead.

he sucks in a sharp breath through his clenched teeth when you move around until your sex is hovering over the spit-slick toy. ghost chokes out a groan, a low noise that comes from deep within his barrel chest when you begin to lower yourself onto it.

your greedy cunt swallows it whole in one smooth movement. puffy lips spread wide as it stretches to take it all, walls wrenched apart by the girth. he bets you're squeezing down on it like a vice. ghost grips himself tight, hissing at the feeling. you'd probably be tighter.

he strokes himself in sync with the pace you've set, a slow but firm rise and fall. the sounds your cunt makes is music to his ears— audible squelching, a sticky viscous note. there's a creamy froth around the widened base, slowly dripping onto the floor like pearly drops of sweetened honey and milk.

saliva pools in his mouth, enough to have to swallow.

he bets you'd taste as sweet as you look. like a ripened fig. like the warmth of amber.

another swallow.

a familiar heat begins to flare in his groin, a quiet hum beneath his flesh, tiny pinpricks on his tender nerves. the tell tale sign of his end.

"c'mon sweetheart, come with me. let me—" he bites down on his tongue, meat between his molars when his core pulses, flaring white hot. let me feel you around me. give me wha' i want, wha' i've earned.

my reward.

he hears your breath hitch, snag in your throat, and—

your eyes flutter closed, eyelashes akin to a butterfly's wings. vulnerable. delicate.

he just knows you'd look so beautiful in your surrender.

white-hot, like a star's core radiates from the inside out, a seething inferno beneath his skin, pushing outward, pushing against the threshold— a dam that holds back torrents of euphoria. a crack appears with each stroke, each tug of his cock until he exhales a quivering breath, like fallen leaves rustling in the wind.

it bursts, cascading over him. it's indescribable— pure ecstasy. sublime. it comes in bursts, pulse after pulse. warmth covers his hand, drips down his balls into his bedsheets.

he grumbles as he gets out of bed to clean himself up, making a mental note to ask his manager to email you instead.

it's high time he got his hands on you.

or yours on him.

(+ fat fucking tip, atp he's about to buy a wedding ring someone help him!!!)

[dolcettamagica]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥

ceo!sukuna x secretary!reader, modern au

tags: degradation, daddy kink, dirty talk, fingering, spanking, true form sukuna notes: minors dni, one sequel to "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘉𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘰𝘴𝘴" - you decided to not text your boss Sukuna wc: 1.3k

Sukuna was fuming with rage as he sat at his work desk, eyes glued on his door waiting for you to finally come in. He gave you his private number, a number no one got (since he mainly fucked women at work anyway) and you didn’t call him? Not even bother to sent a message? Did you even save his number? Sukuna's rage was a tempest, a storm swirling within him, threatening to burst forth and consume everything in its path. His fists clenched so tight that his knuckles turned bone-white, his jaw tensed, muscles coiling like springs ready to snap. Each breath he took felt like fire searing his lungs, fueling the inferno of his fury.

It wasn't just anger; it was a primal force, raw and unbridled. How could you crawl over to him like a slut and then just ghost him. After he left the bar he couldn’t even get his cock soft – it waited to be buried deep inside your cunt. Suddenly (and finally) his door opened and you walked into the room, your eyes staring at the floor.

“Good morning, sir”, you greeted him sheepishly.

“Lock the fucking door and come over here, now.”

Your boss didn’t even bother to hide his anger and you were smart enough not to question his mood. Without a word you walked over to his desk. His red eyes were burning holes into your skin.

“Why didn’t you text me? I told you to do that”, Sukuna stood up, his fingers tapping on his wooden desk as he moved closer to you.

“I don’t think that would have been appropriate, sir.”

As the words hit his ears, a surge of anger coursed through Sukuna's veins like a bolt of lightning. The sentence struck him with the force of a physical blow. His jaw clenched so tight it felt as though his teeth might shatter under the pressure. A torrent of emotions roiled within him, a turbulent sea of indignation and frustration threatening to engulf him entirely. How could you dare utter such words, he seethed inwardly, feeling his temper flare hotter with each passing moment. Every fiber of his being screamed for retribution, for a release of the pent-up rage festering within him. Yet, beneath the anger, there simmered a sense of hurt, a wounded pride that stoked the flames of his fury even higher.

“Inappropriate, huh?” Sukuna's heart pounded with an adrenaline-fueled rhythm as he pressed you against his workdesk, his palm firmly planted beside you, caging you in. The suddenness of his action caught you off guard, your eyes widening in surprise before a flicker of excitement danced within you. His gaze bore into yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine, a silent declaration of desire. The scent of your perfume filled his senses, intoxicating him further as he leaned in.

“You know what’s inappropriate? All the times you went on break just to rub your little pussy after I praised you. The way you press your legs together in an attempt to not cum all over the place after I yell at colleagues who fuck up their work. You think I’m dumb, little one?”

Sukuna's lips grazed your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. The faintest touch of his lips against your skin ignited a fire within you, a wave of sensation coursing through your body like electricity. His kisses were rough and urgent, each one leaving a trail of heat in its wake. His grip tightened on your arm, a rough urgency in his movements as he spun you around, your back now pressed firmly against Sukuna’s chest. The suddenness of his action caused your breath to catch in your throat, your heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. His touch was possessive yet intoxicating, sending a jolt of desire coursing through your veins. With your back against him, you could feel the heat of his body, the strength of his embrace and his hard cock pressing against your ass.

“You need to be punished, baby, Was waiting for you the night to text me”, he whispered into your ears before taking a step back, “Bend over the desk, slut.”

As you leaned over your boss's desk, the air seemed to crackle with tension. Your movements were graceful, yet purposeful, the lines of your silhouette casting a spell of allure. With each subtle shift, the fabric of your blouse hugged your curves, your skirt rocking up, teasingly revealing hints of the allure beneath. Sukuna, momentarily captivated by the sight before him, struggled to maintain his composure and not just fuck you right there and then.

“You’ve been a bad girl”, all of sudden, without any kind of warning, his hand smacked down on your ass, earning a small squeal, “You a little cocktease, huh? Knew damn well how fucking soaked you got after our simple kiss and then you decided to not text me after?”

“I-I’m sorry, sir”, he whimpered as another blow hit your ass. Sukuna pulled your skirt down to the ground, exposing your behind. Now it would start to hurt.

“Sorry doesn’t fucking cut it, baby. I wanted to fill you up real good last night. I would have come over just to let you bounce on my cock. Beg for forgiveness, slut.”  And once again he smacked your ass.

“I’m sorry” Another blow. “Pl-please…Please forgive me, Mr. Sukuna.” Another blow. Your ass was turning red at this point. “I’m begging you pl–please…ahh.” That moan was everything Sukuna needed to hear – so needy and eager, he imagined you would love for him to manhandle you like this. Such a dirty whore.

You were a begging, trembling mess before him and he loved every inch of the view. Grinning he reached his hand out, his finger grazing over your thong covered slit. “Soaked through your panties already, baby? That’s all it got? Some dirty talk and spanking? Want daddy to help you out?”

Self-respect? Professionalism? Everything left your body as soon as he called himself daddy. “Yes, please help me out, daddy.”

“Now you’re a good girl.” Sukuna pulled your thong down and you groaned as you felt him use his finger to circle your clit. Seemed like daddy knew your body well, knew the pressure and the patterns that could turn you into a stuttering and groaning mess. When he dipped his fingers inside of you, you shifted slightly to make him go deeper. His fingers fucked you open so well, deepening his strokes to rub your g-spot and draw you closer to the edge. You felt yourself give in to him, becoming more wet as he continued touching your clit and pumping his fingers into your sloppy cunt as well.

“You’re so fucking wet for me. Can you hear it? How my fingers ram in and out of your slutty hole, huh? Clenching me so well, sucking me in. Tell daddy what you want, little one, tell me.”

“D–daddy…please, please fuck me”, Sukuna never stopped fingering your hole and restarted spanking your ass, “I need your cock, daddy, ahh– I’m begging you to fill me up.”

You heard Sukuna unzipping his pants, something warm now pushing against your entrance about to replace his fingers.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll call me your god.”

Maybe you were way too horny and desperate, losing touch with reality because suddenly you felt two hands grabbing your waist while two other hands wrapped around your body and cupped your tits. Sukuna rammed his cock into your pussy but you could feel something even thicker and bigger laying on your ass.

“You’re my favorite human, little one.”

[badbtssmut]

OC sitting between jungkooks legs after a long day and jungkook playing video games, suddenly the game controller touch’s the tip of her clit and vibrates and oc gets wet. Jungkook finds out and asks her to ride him if she needs a release. Help yourself situation.

You knew you should probably tell your boyfriend to move his game controller, but you didn’t want the nice vibrations to stop buzzing against your clit.

It was a rare afternoon that the two of you had free to spend together, but it wasn't unusual for your boyfriend to fill the time with his video games. You didn’t mind, he still made you feel involved, asking you silly little questions like which direction he should go to now, or what thing he should buy at the shop.

You knew he wasn’t actually looking for advice, and he just liked involving you in it, which made you happy.

You let a moan slip out, hoping he didn't notice.

Jungkook paused his game and looked down at you, eyebrow raised, "Do you need something?"

He always knew when something was up.

"No," you said innocently, but the buzzing of the game controller was becoming more and more intense and it felt so good.

"Are you sure? I'm getting the feeling you're a little turned on right now. Are you wet babe?”

You bit your lip and looked down, you knew that would give you away, but he had you. The vibrations were starting to make you soaking wet.

He took the controller and pulled it away from you, leaving you desperate.

“Baby, if you need it, you can always use it, my cock is all yours, you know that." Jungkook assured you, pulling you into a hug. “Need to ride it?”

You nodded. “Yes, I want it.”

Your boyfriend smiled and put the controller down on the table next to the couch. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down with his boxers, his hard cock springing up.

You pulled down your panties, dropping them on the floor, before you got comfy on his lap. Jungkook held onto his cock as you pushed yourself down on it, a whimper escaping your lips as you slowly took him all in.

Jungkook started rubbing his hands against your back as you adjusted to his size, letting you take control at your own pace.

You rocked back and forth, moaning as his thick length brushed against your g-spot over and over. It was so good, having him inside you, you almost couldn’t stand it.

"Feels good, right baby?" He asked, feeling prideful at how quickly you were falling apart on his cock.

“Mm, yes, feels so good, just what I needed, you feel so big in me, Koo."

"It's all for you baby girl, this cock belongs to you, use it." He assured you.

"Mmm." You closed your eyes, resting your palms on his knees as you continued to ride it, while Jungkook picked up the game again.

His cock was so nice and thick, and the way it was hitting your spot was so fucking perfect.

The feeling was so overwhelming, but the fact that your boyfriend was playing his game like it was nothing was turning you on even more. You got greedier and moved your hips faster, chasing your orgasm, wanting to get off. You could feel his precum dripping out of you, making everything wet and slick.

You weren’t sure how long you were riding him for, but your release came far too soon, and your body trembled as you came, before you collapsed against him.

“Better?” He whispered before kissing your cheek.

“Better.”

[fangisms]

spring breaks loose

A/N: idk what it is but every evermore song makes me want to write ab this lifeless-eye, sexy-ass, grumpy fool. so first up is ivy! gif creds: @audrey-inspo

Pairings: Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader (implied Slytherin, but it doesn't matter)

Summary: Spring breaks loose, the time is near // What would they do if they found us out? 1.0k words

Warnings: fluff, secret... relationship?, major pining, kissing, lowk toxic friends (lovingly), friends to lovers

Everyone wants to know about your secret fling. But it's not a fling, they just wouldn't get it. It's not some silly affair; you're not even sure there's a word for it under the umbrella term of relationships. What you are sure of is that there is something tying you to Theo that you've never felt with anyone else.

And he feels it, too. It's one of the few things he lets himself feel. How could he resist it? You.

So you meet up some midnights, awkwardly brush knuckles in the courtyard, let yourselves speak candidly with each other while dodging watchful eyes. For a while, it's easy like coloring in the empty spaces between clear cut lines. As long as you've got a steady hand, it should be simple. Even fun. Until you have to start sharing crayons with your nosy group of friends.

"Anyone else want to know what's going on between those two?" Draco says. He nods to Theo's fingertips tracing your kneecap where it's bent over his thighs. And where your wrist hangs from his shoulder as his head rests back against the couch, nearly dozing off.

"Yeah, me!" Pansy chirps.

Mattheo scoffs, pointing at Theo, "look, he's smiling, the wanker!"

He lifts his head, bearing his knowing smirk with pride. He spares a glance at you, then. And you press your palm to your mouth to choke down a laugh.

"Come on," P whines, "tell us!"

"Yeah, if you can kiss in private, you can kiss in front of us, too."

You whip your head round, aghast at Mattheo's request: "We do not kiss in private. We don't kiss anywhere!"

Theo lifts your legs from his lap, "Seems like a good time to turn in—"

"Ah, ah, ah!" Draco urges, "Not so fast"—Surprisingly, Theo settles back down in his seat—"If there's nothing going on, then prove it. Kiss."

Theo looks over at you, defeated. You both know they'll never give this up, it'll be months and months of teasing either way. At least this way will shut them up for a few hours. You shrug, and he rolls his eyes when your friends cheer and whoop.

"You lot are perverted," he sighs, smiling at you, "we need better friends."

You lean in and whisper, "Let's get this over with so we can find new ones."

Theo cocks a brow, leaning in, meeting you nearly halfway when he brings his cold hand to your cheek, thumbing over the warm skin. He's going easy on you, letting you take the lead. You press your mouth to his, clumsy but careful when he shifts closer. He recoils when you put your hand on his chest and slide your tongue against his lips. He'd call himself shy, but you know that look of embarrassment when he pulls away. It makes you smile.

Your idiots clap and form a chorus of 'aw's. Mattheo whistles, breaking Theo away from your piercing eye contact so he can quietly threaten him.

"You didn't have to use tongue!" Pansy shrieks. You scoff and stare at her, counting down from three on your fingers. She bursts out into laughter when you lunge after her on one, tearing off towards the girls dorms in a fit of giggles.

Theo watches you turn back for just a second to wave him goodnight. He holds up his hand, and you twirl around and head for the top of the stairs. Once you're out of sight, he lands a kick to Mattheo's side.

"You complete idiot," he grumbles.

...

You'd been staring at the dark ceiling, listening to girls filter in through the doorway until no one was left downstairs. You couldn't find tranquility enough to sleep or even shut your eyes for a while and pretend.

As the clock chimes once through the window, you shiver and creep toward the crackling fire.

His footsteps are rapid on their way down the stairs. You whip around just as he lands at the bottom of the steps, letting out a breath as he smiles at you. Both shuffling towards each other, he tries not to move too quickly in his subtle desperation.

Still, you nearly crash into each other.

“Hi,” you whisper.

“Hello.”

“I was just look—”

“Looking for you. Me too,” Theo huffs.

A few seconds linger between your slowly rising chests, your fingers ticking at your sweater’s sleeves, and his pushing through his hair. You open your mouth to speak just as he begins as well, and you both snap your mouths shut.

“No! You were first,” you say.

“Ladies first,” he shakes his head, “please.”

“Alright.” Something in you seizes and what seemed so easier to admit a moment ago has now been snatched from your chest, shriveled into oblivion. “I… really liked kissing you.”

His eyes light up. “Me too.”

You grin and shift a little, surprised at how bright his eyes seem even in the darkness. How his hair still coils sweetly down from his hairline in the middle of the night. And how he can still see right through you when it’s almost pitch black. Save for the dim firelight.

“And also,” he says, “I’d like to kiss you more. For longer. If that’s… if that works for you.”

“Yes! Yes, it does. I do. I do, too.” You’re out of breath at the admission, and he nods, seemingly relieved by your dulcet enthusiasm for him and all he does.

So he kisses you, dipping close and stealing from you what he has always wanted. Just a peck, or maybe it escapes him a little and he leans into it. But he pulls back to find you’re practically attached to him and neither of you want it to end.

“So… I guess this changes everything?” Theo whispers, cupping your elbow when you reach for his shoulder.

You shake your head, “it doesn’t have to.”

“I want it to.”

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[dancingbirdie]

This is by far the horniest, most deplorable thing I've ever written. Not sorry for it. Hope you enjoy! Please pay attention to the tags - we've got some new stuff happening in this one.

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Earned It

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Astarion x fem!Reader x Halsin

Word Count: 1K

Tags/Warnings: vaginal penetration, vaginal fingering, total body control, dom/sub vibes, plotless smut, porn without plot

Summary: Astarion and Halsin use you as a plaything for their own (and your) enjoyment.

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“Wicked thing,” Astarion cooed in your ear, voice pitched barely above a whisper. 

Squeezing your hips, he angled you down deeper, sheathing you onto Halsin. You let loose a breathy whine at the sensation, the sheer size of your other lover.

“Sweet one,” the druid amended in a growl, thrusting up into you with gusto. 

Straddling his lap, you collapsed your head onto his shoulder, lost in the sensations inside and around you. Your pliant form allowed Astarion to continue pumping you up and down, up and down, in long, languid strokes. As he maneuvered you, Halsin clutched the back of your head with a tenderness that was completely at odds with the ferocity in which you were being pistoned on top of him. It caused you to mewl languidly, too overstimulated to muster much else.  

This had all been Astarion’s idea (of course it had), to use you like this, a plaything for your two lovers to share. You didn’t mind in the least. To be surrounded by both elves, one fucking into you while the other manipulated your body like a marionette on strings? It was deliciously sinful. You were all too willing to relinquish control of yourself into their capable hands, and bodies. 

Movement, and a wanton moan by your head, caused you to shift and blink your eyes open toward the sound. You hadn’t thought it possible to become even more aroused than you already were. That was until you saw the marvel that was Halsin and Astarion locked in a heated, open-mouthed kiss. Even as they continued using your body, Astarion never missing a beat as he slid you up and down Halsin’s length.

You watched hungrily as Halsin fisted Astarion’s curls and pulled him in closer, rocking you up against his chest in the process. You whined pitifully as the movement hit some deeper part within you, the feeling akin to the sensation of stroking your clit. Seeing their tongues dance, hearing their muffled groans as they ravaged each other’s mouths, it was almost enough to send you spiraling into release. 

You subconsciously wiggled against them both, itching to find some way to put more pressure on your clit without interrupting their heated embrace. 

Astarion was the first to break away from the kiss, however. Recognizing your telltale squirming, he grinned wickedly down at you as his fingers dug a little deeper into the skin of your hips, halting you from moving at all. You whined again, desperate to feel more, not less. 

“Tsk, tsk. Looks like our pet is trying to have more fun without us, darling,” he crooned to Halsin, who chuckled and caressed your cheek gingerly. 

“I was enjoying the show,” you breathed, nuzzling your head into Halsin’s large palm. “I wanted to enjoy it a little bit more.”

“Greedy little thing,” Astarion admonished in a playful tone. “Whatever shall we do with her?”

“Give her a good finish,” the druid replied in a low, gravelly voice. “She’s earned it, don’t you think?”

He wasn’t asking you, of course, but you moaned your assent anyway. Astarion chuckled at your eagerness, shifting one hand from your hips to tease his fingers across your swollen clit. 

“Have you? Have you earned it?” He whispered into your neck, the pads of his fingers ghosting across you. You keened and bucked your hips, trying to chase his hand. Halsin groaned as your movement caused him to slide deeper inside you. 

“Please, please, please,” you begged, not an ounce of pride remaining within you. You were wound so tight, ready to spring. You would kiss the soles of his feet if it got you closer to climax. 

You felt Astarion flash a wicked grin against your neck, his fangs brushing across the delicate skin. 

“Poor thing, begging like that. Very well, let’s give you a memorable finale,” he purred, slipping his middle finger fully between your folds and circling your clit. At the same time, his remaining hand on your hip urged you up, up, up, so that Halsin was fully released from you before pushing you back down on him again. 

Halsin grunted as you enveloped him once more, bucking erratically into you as he chased his own release. You watched as his mouth found Astarion’s again, his hand wrapping around the column of Astarion’s pale neck and pulling him closer. 

You felt Astarion rut against your backside, in rhythm to the way he was using your cunt to fuck Halsin. His fingers never faltered as they continued their assault on your clit. In no time, the three of you were tumbling into ecstasy, unable to keep the crescendo at bay any longer. You reeled as Halsin spilled himself inside you, riding out your own high, clenching around his length. The wetness on your backside was evidence enough that Astarion, too, had found his own pleasure in the process. 

Utterly spent, you collapsed your full weight against the druid, allowing Halsin to capture both you and Astarion in his embrace. The three of you tumbled gracelessly over like that, into the plushness of the blankets beneath you, catching your breath and recovering from the high. 

“That was… incredible,” you sighed before letting loose a muffled yawn. Sandwiched between the two of them, you could feel sleep was quickly approaching.

Halsin laughed, watching you try in vain to keep your eyes open. “Did we tire you out already?”

“Precious little thing,” Astarion crooned, kissing your shoulder delicately. “She gets tuckered out so easily.”

“You’re more than welcome to continue without me,” you smiled mischeviously at the two of them. “As I said, I enjoy watching.”

“Who knew we’d create a little voyeur when all this started, hmm?” Astarion smirked. 

“I believe the lady wishes for an encore, love,” Halsin replied in a low tone, rich with renewed desire. 

“Well then, who are we to deny her?” Astarion teased, reaching for the druid once more.