#the fic was like “why would lesbians need condoms” and I was like

[haystarlight]

Friendly reminder that condoms aren't just for people with dicks. Like, there's the big condoms that are made to put on vaginas but also:

People that use straps/dildos/toys sometimes put condoms on the things to keep them clean. (Cause it's important to keep those things clean, that stuff goes inside people! Keep it clean!)

People that cut up condoms with scissors to make homemade dental dams.

Anyway have fun and be safe.

[evak-fic-rec-turtleanon]

Evak Fics - Drunk

For the anon from this ask. I've had this in my drafts for a while. It's not complete.

PLEASE READ THE TAGS OR ANY WARNINGS ON THE FICS FIRST.

***** Both are drunk ***** Drunk Even ***** Drunk Isak ***** Bonus - not actually drunk ***** WIP

***** BOTH ARE DRUNK *****

You're Mine by bluexside (1.6k words) - Isak and Even are drunk at a party. Isak gets jealous when he sees Even flirting with a girl, which leads to a drunk angry, mostly stupid, fight.

"let's not think about what brought us here, yeah?." by bazsucks (3.4k words) - What if Eskild had never found Isak at a gay bar at 2 A.M? What if a handsome stranger with squinty blue eyes did? Not very drunk

not a big deal by Anonymous (4.3k words) - Even stared for a few more seconds, unable to fathom why Julian thought this was a good idea, to hurt Isak’s feelings. And yes, Even was mad at the situation at hand, but he knew he couldn’t do what Isak was asking. Neither of them were in the right mindset to do anything, whether it got anywhere sexual or not. They were both drunk and it would be unfair to both of them. It wasn’t right. He knew that. But Even leaned in and kissed Isak anyway.

Into the Night, With You by cuteandtwisted (11k words) - a drunk Isak runs into a strange boy with perfect hair who insists on fixing his boring summer in one night.

***** DRUNK EVEN *****

i can't kiss you if you drink vodka by hippopotamus (587 words) - even is drunk and clingy and isak kinda sorta loves it

Study Break by sweeterthankarma (1k words) - Jonas-” Isak starts, warning, because Even can send some pretty, well...personal things when he’s drunk and/or high— and of course, he must have done exactly that, because Jonas’s eyebrows immediately shoot up, his expression going from intrigued to amused.

Without you I've got no air to breathe in by bluesterek (4.4k words) - Isak is in love with Even. Even is drunk. Even is flirty when drunk.

***** DRUNK ISAK *****

And He Calls Me Moonlight, too by tiptopevak (263 words) - He’s drunk and stumbly and his lips taste sharp like a lick of blue-raspberry vodka, but he’s soft and safe in Even’s arms.

I'll always be there by evaklark (orphan_account) (532 words) - Isak couldn't help but feel a little lost in this definitely not sober state he was in. From an outsiders point of view, he most likely looked like one of those pervy jerks who jacks off to lesbian porn and then makes fun of gay guys. However, Isak just had a very hot boyfriend who was spending way too much time without him.

S'more Than Enough by i_once_wrote_a_dream (691 words) - “S’mores, s’mores, s’mores!” Isak becomes a petulant child when properly drunk.

Don’t Worry Isak, We’ll Get You A Cute Girl by cami_soul (804 words) - Isak is drunk at a party and the boy squad decides to find him a cute girl to hook up with - only it doesn’t quite turn out as they planned. There is a blindfold, there is kissing, there is sweet gooey fluff.

that boy is mine by orphan_account (1k words) - someone tries to touch Isak while he's drunk at a party and Isak is a bit nervous about Even finding out (mind the trigger warning)

with the fume of sighs by slvtherxn (1.1k words) - Of course he had had invited Even along, but Isak didn’t need to be held back by his tired, sober boyfriend. (Isak comes home drunk and sappy to Even.)

i'll be coming for your love by ihatefindingusernames (1.1k words) - Even didn’t know how Mikael managed to drag him to a karaoke bar on a Friday night when he could have spent it rewatching his favorite movies, but there he was.

Don't You Let Me Go Tonight by isakbeanie (1.1k words) - Basically, Isak gets tipsy at a party and Even gets jealous about some things that go down.

can i borrow a kiss? by spoopydumpling (1.2k words) - The boys pregame at Isak and Even's place, then head off to a party with a large amount of drinking and a whole lot of flirting.

drunk in love by blondwaves (1.2k words) - Isak shows up drunk at Evens at 3am, confessions and kissing

(Drunk) In Love by verlore_poplap (orphan_account) (1.5k words) - Isak falls in love at first sight. Too bad he's drunk off his ass when it happens. (some dubious consent)

Vodka kisses by Bellakitse (1.5k words) - Isak likes to kiss Even when he drinks, which would be fine if they were actually together. Magnus and Mahdi finally clue him in.

Curiosity by podicus (1.5k words) - At a pregame at Isak’s, Vilde is curious how Isak knew he had feelings for Even. Isak, meanwhile, just can’t stop thinking about his boyfriend.

can you blow my whistle, baby. by milominderbinder (1.5k words) - It's a normal Friday night in Isak's life. Just five guys, hanging out drunk at McDonalds in the middle of the night, talking about blowjobs, trying to deep-throat coke bottles. That sort of thing.

I may be hurt but doesn’t mean I don’t love you by Evakfiction (1.5k words) - Isak is drunk and jealous. When they get home, it gets out of hand.

the softest proposal by Bellakitse (1.6k words) - A drunk and high Isak shares something with Even he wasn't ready to share.

Sweet by Lisforlove (1.9k words) - Isak is drunk and needy.

Hot Mess by sweeterthankarma (2k words) - It’s Isak’s first time drinking expensive whiskey. Even thinks it should be his last.

don’t try to fight it by orphan_account (2k words) - This takes place sometime between the Christmas party at the end of season 3 and the beginning of season 4, hence Isak still living in the kollektiv. A warning: Even fucks Isak while he's drunk and they don't use condoms.

cards and drunken propositions by Bellakitse (2.1k words) - Isak doesn't remember the night before but he knows he made a fool of himself in front of this crush.

Through The Night by Lisa94 (2.3k words) - "AU where drunk isak pees on some stranger's car on his way home after partying all night. the thing is, there is someone in the car"

retired from logic, new career in happy by sophly (2.3k words) - Jonas POV. The one where Isak is drunk and sappy and Jonas can’t stop thinking about the inevitability of teenage relationships.

You're Not Tall Enough by wordsarelifealways (2.3k words) - Isak manages to get so wasted that he doesn't recognise Even and proceeds to tell Even all about his hot boyfriend waiting for him at home.

smoke in the air, binge drinking by boxesofflowers, Eeyoreneedsahug (2.3k words) - Isak accidentally gets wasted at a house party and Even is there for his boyfriend.

maybe i'll get drunk by hippopotamus (2.4k words) - theres a really hot third year around, and the only way isak knows to deal with it is alcohol

if you have lost a right track then i'll lead you right back by kittenmichael (2.4k words) - “Even,” he whispers, as if it’s a secret Norway’s nights shouldn’t hear, “my tongue feels really weird.”Even chuckles at his boyfriend’s antics, before realising that he’s genuinely confused. “Kind of like cotton?”

Baby... I AM EVEN THE BOYFRIEND! by Evakkk (2.4k words) - The boy squad get Even to come pick Isak up when he gets to drunk to handle...

pool full of liquor by thekardemomme (3k words) - Isak gets drunk and runs away from his friends, and Even seizes the opportunity to be his knight in shining armor. May as well be Shakespeare.

boy, you make me make bad decisions by hippopotamus (3.2k words) - In which Isak is way too drunk, way too dramatic, and his ex is making out with someone else.

Boys' night + Even by skampanda (3.2k words) - Drunk Isak was the best Isak, according to Magnus. He became super comfortable with himself and talked like non-stop about his beautiful boyfriend. There was just one slight problem- when drunk, Isak is super needy.

Ready to Jingle Your Bells by MacksDramaticShenanigans (3.6k words) - It was truly a testament to how drunk Isak was when rather than vehemently denying the request or furiously shaking his head and pushing everyone away, he set his glass down and determinately rose to his feet. And there was also the fact that Isak— sober or drunk— was never one to turn away from any sort of challenge, and Mikael’s wording certainly posed this as one. (Of course, there was also the fact that Even did sing him a song, and what kind of a boyfriend would he be if he didn’t serenade Even right back?)

Drunk Dialing by isakvaltertrash (johntracythatsall) (3.6k words) - “I miss you, and I– I hate you, how could you just, you just left! I thought everything was okay and you just fucking left, Even, you left– do you have any fucking idea what it’s been like to –“ But Even is raising his voice to get through his ramble, interrupting him with a string of “I know, I know, I know”. But Isak is drunk and he’s angry and he’s not going to be that easy.

So, Maybe I'm A Little Gay by LavenderWater (4.3k words) - Come drink with us they said. It'll be fun they said. And it was, at least until Isak drunkenly blurted out his love for Even in front of everyone. Fuck his life.

Homesick by everything_else (4.4k words) - 5 times they take care of each other after the break up. +1

Sweet Boys Shouldn't Drink Hard Liquor by wordsarelifealways (4.6k words) - Isak's mother is spiralling again and the texts are getting to Isak. Unfortunately, Even only finds out when Jonas calls him to tell him that Isak got really drunk and had a meltdown. Even looks after Isak at arguably his lowest point since he moved out of the Valtersen household.

Bumps, Grazes and Kisses by Flatfootmonster (4.8k words) - “What am I usually like?” he asked tentatively. The last strip had been placed over the cut, but the guys hands lingered on his face, smoothing gently over his work with a thumb. “Usually you just seem to be waiting for something to happen.” And the small smile that Isak caught playing on his lips was different somehow; he knew exactly what that something was. “But today you were even dancing—it was shocking.”

Confessions at dawn by chroniclesofwriting, joaneoffart (6k words) - Jonas helps a very drunk Isak to get to his apartment, there, he confesses his thoughts about what he wants in life, without realizing that it is Even himself to who he tells all these things.

Strong enough to carry him by diamondjacket (7k words) - Mahdi thinks Eskild is hot. Isak just wants to get through this with his sanity intact.

bloom by Skamtrash (8k words) - Friends to Lovers AU where Isak talks too much and likes Even, Even smokes too much and likes silence.

***** BONUS *****

your love is my turning page. by carryonevaks (1.1k words) - Isak is drunk in love. Even loves to tease him about it.

***** WIP *****

Face First by LinksLipsSinkShips - Isak's blackout drunk and has an unorthodox way of meeting Even.

Him & I by Emma_jay - Random Evak scenes written in script style.

[6ftslytherin]

Another fic

Ismelda comes over, but Marie's family is weird.

(Trigger warning for bipobia.)

Marie was on pins and needles. She needed this to go well. Her and Ismelda had been dating since April. Sure. Ismelda had been over once before, but that was as a friend and she didn't have the chance to introduce her to her family. Now things were completely different. Marie would have to introduce them to each other. Unfortunately, her family was being their normal selfs at the moment.

"Guys, are you sure we need a cake?" Marie asked as she watched her parents put together a silver and black three layer cassata cake. "Oh qizi, we're just so excited for you! We didn't think you would have a partner until your mid twenties." her mother Regina said with a small dab of frosting on her cheek. "Marigold, you need to stop being so cute." her father Robert said before kissing the frosting away. "Robbie!" Regina put down the bag of frosting she had been using. She grabbed him and gave him a dip kiss.

"Yeah... Uh... Could you guys... Not be so... Touchy feely while Ismelda is here?" Marie asked as her parents seemed to be posing for a cheesy romance paperback. "What do you mean?" Regina asked while holding Robert's butt. "Ismelda is coming over as my girlfriend for the first time. You guys are used to doing this lovey dovey stuff but we've barely held hands. You're gonna freak her out!" Marie tried to calmly explain. She knew for a fact her and Ismelda had kissed three times, but telling her parents would just get them to want talk about it like school girls.

"I agree. You inherited your swooning powers from me. It's only natural that you would scare the poor girl." Said a handsome blond twenty-something that was reading The Daily Prophet with a cup of tea. Marie set her sight on him next. "And uh... grandpa Ford? I'm not going to ask you to take off the youth illusion, but could you at least not dress like a gigolo?" She asked. "It's not my fault the Italians make a great suit. It's also not my fault I make them look better." He said. Marie scratched at her own hair. "She's going to think we're insane." Marie quietly said. Then she noticed two missing elements.

"Where are Jimmy and Conan? Are they looking for frogs?" She asked. "Probably." Robert said. Marie scratched her hair more. "Why? We are having a guest over and you let them go play in the mud?" She asked. Regina had stopped kneading Robert's dough and walked over to Marie. She put her arms around her in a big hug. "Marie, everything is going to be alright. Flipping out is just going to make you stressed." Marie didn't like to be touched by anyone she wasn't close with. A tight hug from her mom was something that made her feel all warm inside.

Then her dad came over and picked them both up in a bear hug. Not that hard to do since Marie was chronically underweight and her mother was small. He was clearly sniffling. "My baby girl, going out into the world and finding a girlfriend of her own." He said with tears of joy in his eyes. Marie knew what was coming next. She was unable to protect herself from the coming attack. Robert gave Marie a bunch of stubbly kisses on her cheek. "Dad!" She loudly said as she felt her skin becoming irritated. "Could you at least shave before Ismelda gets here?" "I think he looks ruggedly handsome." Regina said.

"Do you need help?" Marie's blood went cold. She looked over to the doorway to see her girlfriend Ismelda. It was easy for Marie's pale skin to show blush. This time she could have been been mistaken for a ripe tomato. She was so embarrassed she didn't notice that her feet were back on the floor. Her legs felt like they had the bones removed. She tried to regain her composer and ignore the urge to chew on her hand.

"I-Is. I-I didn't k-k-know you were h-h-here yet." Marie said, cursing her nervous stutter. "Yeah. They let me in." Ismelda said pointing out the window. Marie was horrified to see her half naked brothers, coated in mud, heading to the outside showers. Marie just about fainted. Why did her brothers have to have such an interest in reptiles? Why did it have to rain last night? Why did her family have to be weirdos?

"Marie!" Marie snapped back to reality. Ismelda was slowly pulling Marie's hand from her mouth. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?" Ismelda asked. "Y-yeah. I'm fine. My family's j-just a bit m-m-much." Marie said. She felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see her parents looking worried. "Are you okay? Are you overwhelmed? Do you need to sit down?" Regina asked. Her father was holding a chair. Grandpa Ford was holding a glass of water.

Marie scratched her hair. Even if they were goofy, they cared. "I think she just needs to go to her room. I'll take her." Ismelda said as she lightly pulled Marie to the door. "Yeah. I think some privacy would be good." Marie said as she walked out the door with Ismelda.

They got to Marie's room. Ismelda closed the curtains as Marie flopped face first on her bed. She put a pillow over her head. Marie felt Ismelda rubbing her back. For some reason, Ismelda was one of the few people who's touch made Marie feel relaxed. Ismelda always managed to find just the right spot on her lower back. "You doin okay?" Ismelda asked. "Yeah..." Marie said through the pillow.

Marie turned her head for clearer speech. "I'm sorry for that..." "For what?" "My family. They're just like that." "At least your family cares about you. I don't think I've been hugged in years. At least not when my parents didn't need to look like they cared to other people." Marie remembered when she had gone to Ismelda's house. Her parents hadn't even looked up from what they had been doing when Ismelda introduced them. She had said without hesitation that Maire was her girlfriend. All that was said by her father was, "tell us when your done playing queer."

Marie couldn't believe what he had said, but Ismelda explained that they didn't believe she was bisexual. Her sister had been the one to find out first (read her dairy,) and told their parents. They demanded answers. When confronted about her newfound female attraction, she explained she liked men and women. Her parents assumed she was doing it for attention. Her sister however had started to make fun of her for being a lesbian. For some reason they couldn't understand she liked both. Now she keeps a hidden dairy and a decoy she 'hid.' Her real diary was in the form of puzzle box that turned into a book when solved. She was tired of people reading it.

When Marie told Ismelda both her parents were bi themselves she became very interested in meeting them. Must be nice to know older people with the same identity. Where was Marie going to find a middle aged lesbian? The only gay women she knew were her cousin Sabine and her friends. She couldn't consider them her elders in the non-heteronormative community.

Marie rolled on to her back, Ismelda's hand now resting on her lower abdomen. "I think I've calmed down enough." She said. "Good. Though, your cute when you panic. Not that you are panicking. I didn't mean it like that. But the little things you do." Ismelda said as she played with hem of Marie's shirt. Her face turned a bit pinker. "Like when your face gets all red and your ears do too." Marie thought about the same thing happening to Ismelda. Yeah. It was cute. Ismelda started to use her free hand to play with her hair. Also cute. Ismelda started to move in for a kiss.

The door opened, she froze. "Qizi, the cakes done." Regina said as she poked her head in. "Oh." She said, seeing her flushed daughter on the bed and her also flushed girlfriend who was holding the bottom of her shirt while leaning over her. Regina shut the door faster than she had opened it. "Well... When your done we can cut the cake. Internal condoms and dental dams are under the bathroom counter. Use the water based lube. Should be right next to them." She said on the other side of the door before audibly walking away.

At that point all Marie wanted to do was disappear. Her mother thought they were going to need contraceptives?! She appreciated the offer, but Marie did not need them! She put a pillow over her face and screamed. She heard laughing. "Did she think we're 'getting busy?' Oh my god! And you guys keep that stuff in stock?!" Ismelda said as she laughed so hard she was snorting. "Your family is insane, I love it!" Marie removed the pillow. She couldn't help but laugh as well. "Yeah, I love them too." She reached up and finish the kiss Ismelda had started.

"So what kind of cake?" Ismelda asked. "Cassata." "Any reason for that type?" Ismelda asked as she cupped Marie's face. "I might have said it's your favorite. It's their first time making it, so don't get upset if it's not up to your standard." Marie said. "Maybe I'll try the speciality next time. What would that be?" "That would be either kurabye cookies or shekerbura. My dad learned Azerbaijani cooking to impress my grandparents." "No idea what those are." "Kurabye are jam-" Marie was cut off by Ismelda saying, "Actually, I want it to be a surprise. In fact, I want a full course meal with only the finest cooking. Completely a surprise as well." "No problem, but we should probably get downstairs. Before my parents think we really are 'getting busy." "Can't wait to be formally introduced."

Bonus:

"We weren't doing anything." Marie said as she finished her last bite of cake. "I wasn't doing anything either, that's how you got here." Regina said before sipping her tea. "But we're both cis women. How would we conceive?" Marie said, setting down her fork. "Safe sex should be done regardless of what parts you and your partner have." Regina said. Marie groaned as she started to scratch at her hair.

[mollymauk-teafleak]

now that I got it

Happy Christmas to my most wonderful girlfriend @spiky-lesbian who I just love absolutely to pieces. 

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Follows on from my Jupeter high school au fic!

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Nureyev is eager to take his relationship with Juno further, now that they're both out of high school and have their own place.

But for someone who prides himself on being the smartest, most well prepared person in the room, dealing with your first time having sex can be a challenge...

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It helped if he thought of it like a mission. Though Nureyev had to admit, he’d never had a mission that required this particular set of tools.

He planned it all out in his head, down to the moment, the way he’d been taught. Even in the weeks he’d had since that part of his life ended, he hadn’t lost the skills and they helped keep him calm now.

Not that he had any reason to be nervous. He didn’t.

First, the lights. He dimmed them as much as he could, relying heavily on the light from the street outside when he realised they really only had the one naked bulb overhead. But there were the battered old electric candles, left in a kitchen drawer when he’d moved in, clearly meant for the many nights when the power went out in Oldtown. Arranged nicely on the wardrobe and the bookcase and the nightstand, they did help fill the room with something approaching an atmospheric glow.

Next, the flower petals. He only had a loose handful, fair enough, gathered sneakily from the wilting bouquets outside of a flower shop from a nicer part of Hyperion. But when he spread them out sparingly enough, around their bed and leading up to the doorway, it did look romantic. More romantic than the socks and papers and balled up, half finished job applications that scattered the carpet previously had, anyway.

Then...well then there was everything else. He’d done plenty of research, of course, he wouldn’t attempt a mission without research. But still, when he’d found himself actually in the drugstore, looking at the rows and rows of products, he’d found himself grabbing the first things that seemed to fit his description and bolting.

Not that he had any reason to be nervous. And so he wasn’t. He told himself that as he arrayed the small bottle of lube that was supposed to smell like strawberries and the box of condoms on the nightstand.

And finally there was his outfit. When he imagined how he would like to dress for this, he only came up with things that definitely had not been part of his wardrobe when he’d packed for his undercover mission to Mars. It had all been very sparse and functional, nothing remotely silky or satiny or lacy. And he definitely did not have the funds to acquire anything like that.

But that had never stopped Peter Nureyev before.

Looking at himself in the mirror, the nerves that definitely weren’t there retreated slightly. He’d gone for red silk, thinking it would match his favourite colour of lipstick, black lace edging the hem. Now it was actually on him, he had to admit it was a little too big on him, slipping down further than he’d imagined it would, the straps always seeking to slide down the hard angles of his shoulder and collarbone. But he made himself stand as tall as he could, which was really quite far, put a hand on one skinny hip, flip back the feathery fall of his hair and give the mirror a sultry, cherry lipped smile.

And the nerves that weren’t there were less there.

Smiling a little now, the thudding of his heart now feeling like something more exciting, Nureyev crossed to the bed and tried to lie out across it in a tempting fashion. He tried a few, actually, cycling through some that felt suitably tempting, copying some streams he’d seen during his research. Not that he’d watched much of them before throwing his comms to the foot of the bed and hiding his burning face in his hands.

Finally he decided on sprawling across the pillows, leaning back on one hand, one leg bent. That felt salacious enough, though his hand would start to go dead if Juno didn’t walk through the door soon. Which he should do in approximately three minutes. Nureyev had worked in some time for rush hour traffic, which always seemed to be at its thickest when the Academy let out.

He could imagine Juno’s eyes, so tired after a day of training, lighting up when he saw him. He could imagine his jaw dropping and his eyes sparking with lust, his boyfriend pouncing on him in a fit of passion straight out of some classic Earth bodice ripper, making wild and passionate love to him. Precisely as planned.

Exactly when his thoughts turned muddy and formless, Nureyev didn’t know. All he did know was the next thing he was properly aware of which was Juno standing over him, smiling bemusedly and gently shaking his shoulder.

“Uh, hey babe,” he grinned, the electric emergency lights flickering on his teeth, “Did you mean to fall asleep?”

“Oh for crying out loud!” Nureyev bolted up with indignation, so quickly that if his boyfriend wasn’t as quick as he was, he’d have been in for a nasty headbutt, “This was not in the plan!”

“The plan?” Juno blinked, eyeing the now fairly wilted petals and the candles before his eyes snagged on what Nureyev was wearing and stuck there firmly, “Oh…”

Any confidence he’d once felt evaporated quickly, Nureyev pulled his knees to his chest quickly as his skin flamed, “Um...I...I had an idea...but I wasn’t supposed to fall asleep, it wasn’t supposed to happen…”

“An idea,” Juno repeated slowly, spying the condom and lube, the pieces visibly clicking into place inside his brain, “Ah. Right. I get it.”

Nureyev groaned, head falling into his hands, “I know you said we wouldn’t do it until I felt ready and now I’m eighteen and I did, I promise I did, but when I was getting everything ready and trying to make things good and nice, it all just felt so scary even though I was ready and then I tried to surprise you and I messed it all up even through I planned it out and now...now…”

Juno gave a rough chuckle, wrapping an arm around Nureyev’s shoulders, “Now you’re going to take a breath. Because jeez, babe…”

Nureyev did, inhaling deeply and giving a long, shaky exhale, “Juno, I’m sorry…”

“Hey, come on,” Juno shook his head firmly, “You don’t have anything to apologise for. And quit thinking of it like a mission!”

Nureyev pulled a face, “Perhaps not the healthiest…”

“If you were nervous you could have just told me,” Juno pressed a kiss to his cheek that tasted of bad coffee but was needed all the same.

“I just feel silly sometimes,” Nureyev groaned, “You’re so much more confident with this than I am, you know so much more than me and it’s the same for everyone else! I’m the one that's behind.”

Juno paused a moment, a smile tugging at his lips, “Well...I can’t rig up a disguise to pass completely unnoticed in a Saturnian ballroom. I can’t scale a sheer wall. I’ve never even travelled off planet, let alone across half the system by myself. I can’t knife fight a guard twice my age and win without breaking a sweat. I can’t break into an office in the dead of night and hack my way into a computer system.”

Nureyev shifted, smiling despite himself, “ And with a broken heart.”

“Yeah, that too,” Juno laughed guiltily, smiling crookedly, “So yeah, this is one thing you’re not as experience with. But you’ve been living a really different life to me so you’ve had different experiences. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“I suppose...thank you, darling. That does make me feel better.”

“Good,” Juno grinned triumphantly, kissing him again, “So if you want to get changed into something comfy, just order take out and watch dumb cartoon streams in bed like every night then thats exactly what we’ll do. But if you want to have sex and you really, truly feel ready then we’ll do that. Because honestly...babe, you look ridiculously hot in that.”

Nureuev burst into giggles, “Really?”

“I mean, you do in pretty much everything. But yeah, in that? You’re a knockout.”

“Well…” Nureyev grinned, tucking some hair behind his ear coyly, “I...I did think I rather suited it.”

Juno smiled softly at that, leaning in to kiss his cheek. He was making something of a habit out of it.

“You know, why don’t we try something that’s not as...involved as what you were maybe planning. But something I still really think you’ll enjoy,” he murmured low in Nureyev’s ear.

“I like the sound of that,” he nodded, shoulders relaxing, eyes sparking with interest.

He allowed Juno to press him gently back against the bed so he was flat on his back, shivering happily as he moved quickly to swing a leg over his hips and cover him almost completely. He loved to have Juno so close, so the whole universe became his roughened hands on Nureyev’s shoulders as he slid the straps of the neglige down to bear the top of his chest, the warm breath of his kisses across his collarbone, the coffee and soft powder shampoo smell of him, his hips pressed against Nureyev’s own.

“Do you want to know what I’m gonna do?” Juno whispered against his skin, “Or do you want the surprise?”

“Surprise me,” Nureyev answered immediately, eagerly, always unable to resist any kind of gift anticipation.

Juno chuckled, “Just say if you want it to stop then…”

They’d made out before of course, Nureyev was familiar and comfortable with this. Hands had slipped down the front of trousers, mostly his own into Juno’s in a surprising application of his pickpocketing skills, there had been a few intense and breathtaking orgasms, a few tears he’d been mortified by at first until Juno had kissed them from his cheeks and promised everything was okay.

But Juno drawing back, moving down to settle between his legs, was new. Drawing him close by the thighs, sliding his long, pale legs over his broad shoulders, was new. Nureyev felt the skin down there prickle at the closeness, at Juno’s soft exhalations against him.

“Oh…” he gasped.

“Still okay?” Juno murmured, eyes soft in the low light. Nureyev didn’t doubt for a moment that he would stop if he asked. But stopping was the last thing he wanted right now.

“God, yes.”

Juno smiled before dipping down between his boyfriend’s spread thighs and, Nureyev could have sworn, was still smiling as he ran the very tip of his tongue between them. He felt his back arch and his thighs tighten around Juno’s head, his curls raising goosebumps.

“Oh fuck…” he whimpered, the only thing he could think to say as Juno began to eat him out in earnest.

The slightest flicker of his tongue wrought screams from Nureyev, the barest nudge of his nose against his cock made him clutch at the sheets under him hard enough to tear them. One arm thrown haphazardly over his face clenched tight into a fist that would leave little half moon indentations in his palms the next morning, his feet flexed and trembled with some frantic current borne entirely of Juno’s expert attention.

It wasn’t the most drawn out session in the world, Nureyev coming hard with little warning after only a minute or two, but it wasn’t as if either of them were keeping track. However long it was, it would never feel like long enough.

“Nureyev?” Juno panted, rising up on his elbows to grin smugly at his boyfriend, his chin shining with something slick that mortified and thrilled Nureyev in equal measures.

He didn’t answer, just dragged Juno up to kiss him hard, with all the surprising strength in his thin arms. Juno gave a half laugh against his lips, answering back with so much enthusiasm that it completed the ruin of his boyfriend’s lipstick.

“You know,” he murmured, when they were both too exhausted to do anything but lean nose to nose and catch their breath, “You didn’t need to do all this to make me want to have sex with you. I love you anyways. You know that, right?”

Nureyev curled up against him, threading his arms around his chest, “Yeah. I know. And I love you too.”

And he meant every word.

[gay-for-paulson]

“Well, No One Told Me About Her...”-- Vikki Hiller x Original Character

~~Hello there! Long time no see! So, I wrote this fic about the great Vikki Hiller a few months ago and forgot to post it! Vikki is my babe, she’s a star, I love her to pieces. And we all know what a power lesbian she is. I actually plan on writing a sequel to this story, so keep your eyes open!!

Enjoy, lovelies! <3

P.S. Shout out to @grilledcheeseandguavajelly for reading through this for me a bajillion times, for always being there to boost my confidence in my writing, and for consistently reminding me to actually post my stories ;)

Warnings: Gay Panic™ lol but for real, I don’t think anything in this warrants a warning, but let me know if you feel otherwise!

Word Count: 7,327

“Well, what a surprise! Catcher’s late, once again!” Vikki announced, tossing her gloves onto the table next to her chardonnay.

Barbara jumped in, “I wonder what it could be this time. I mean, how many stray poodles could that man possibly need to help in three days?”

“Now, now. I-I’m sure he just got held up in traffic, I mean you know what the bridge is like at this time of night,” Peter said, wiping his sweaty palms on his trousers.

“Peter, he doesn’t need to cross the bridge to get to this restaurant.” Vikki pulled a compact mirror from her her purse and reapplied her lipstick.

“Well, still,” Peter muttered softly, “The bridge can get very busy…”

The maitre’d walked over to their table with a telephone in hand, “Excuse me, Miss Novak?”

“Oh, look! Right on time!” Barbara exclaimed, as Peter let out a sigh of exasperation and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Oh no, no!” Vikki interrupted, slamming her compact shut and reaching for the telephone, “I’ll talk to him this time. I refuse to let this man make a fool out of you or me any longer!”

Vikki picked up the receiver and sat back in her seat, “This is Vikki Hiller.”

Catcher Block’s voice came through the telephone over the slow swinging of a jazzy tune, “Ah! Miss Hiller! Listen, the darnedest thing happened to me today-“

“Let me guess,” Vikki crossed her legs curtly and twisted the telephone cord around her index finger, “You needed to help a blind orphan read a book? Youuuu ran into a group of homeless nuns? Oh, I know! You singlehandedly saved a group of school children from a burning building, what a hero!”

“Your words, Miss Hiller, not mine.”

“Mr. Block, let’s cut to the chase. What is your location?”

“Well, now, why would you want to know a silly thing like that?” Catcher laughed.

“Because, I am running out of patience. Miss Novak and myself have been floundering about, waiting for you to show up for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the past three days. Now, I can’t speak for Miss Novak, but I, personally, am getting awfully cross.”

“And I’ll bet you look adorable when you’re cross.“

“I want an address.”

Catcher sighed, “1552 Park Street.”

“1552 Park Street,” Vicki repeated. Peters’ eyes widened as she continued, “I’ll be there in 20 minutes.” 

Vikki hung up the telephone and stood up, pulling her gloves back on, “Barbara, you enjoy your dinner, I’m going uptown to meet with the rat.”

“Oh, Vikki, you really don’t have to go to all this trouble.”

“Nonsense!” Vikki pulled on her large coat, “You’re my client and you’re my friend. I promised you a meeting with Catcher Block, so a meeting with Catcher Block is what you’ll get!"

Peter stood up from his seat, haphazardly gathering his things, “Uh-uhhm, perhaps- perhaps I should join you!”

“Peter MacMannus, you sit!”

Peter sat, and Vikki grabbed her purse and stormed out of the restaurant.

                                                     ~~~~~~~~

Vikki’s cab turned the corner onto Park Street and she was brimming with rage, just waiting to give this Catcher Block a piece of her mind. 

The cab driver pulled up in front of her destination, “That’ll be $3.25.”

She pulled a five dollar bill out of her purse and handed it to the driver, “Keep the change.” 

She got out of the cab and looked up at the blinking neon sign on the brick-front building that read, ‘Sunset Lounge’. She believed she’d overheard some of the other editors talking about this place over coffee during their morning meetings. It wasn’t until Vikki made her way closer to the entrance and noticed some smaller posters that read, ‘DANCING’, ‘GENTLEMEN’S ENTERTAINMENT’, ‘BEAUTIFUL GIRLS’, and ‘TOPLESS HOSTESSES’, that she realized what lurked inside. 

“Of course Catcher Block would be wasting my time in a place like this,” she shook her head, “He’s just like every other man.”

Vikki hiked her purse up over her shoulder, puffed up her hair, and marched inside without giving it a second thought.

The door closed behind her and the hallway inside was dark and seedy, the sound of muffled jazz music coming from somewhere she couldn’t see. She walked slowly, trying her best not to touch anything and eventually she came across a pair of glass doors that opened up into a fabulously decorated room, the music now swelling all around her. 

Vikki inhaled and took in her surroundings- half naked ladies dancing to a choreographed number on a large ornate stage, topless hostesses serving guests at the bar, a VIP lounge filled with all kinds of people. 

Well, this place sure is a gas.

She lit herself a cigarette and scanned the room for Catcher, but when she couldn’t find him, she took to moving about the room. She inched her way through the bustling crowd of tipsy older gentlemen and topless ladies holding trays of drinks, when she was dumped out right by the stage. She looked up and watched the girls dancing around in their teeny, tiny, shiny skirts and their knee high boots. Some girls wore bustiers, others simply wore tassels on their nipples, and Vikki found herself wondering whether or not those things were comfortable.

She realized she had been staring a little too long, but one of the ladies had caught her eye. All of the girls had their hair pulled back into ponytails, except for this one. Her long, dark red, wavy hair was bouncing around as she kicked her long legs high into the air, and-

“Oh!” A large man bumped into her, causing her to drop her cigarette onto the ground.

Her last cigarette.

She exhaled angrily, and shouted in the direction of the man, “Well, thank you very much!”

“Cigarettes?”

Vikki turned around and was met with a topless women holding a tray full of different brands of condoms, cigarettes, and tiny bottles of liquor.

“Oh. Umm,” she murmured as she scanned the tray, just trying to keep her eyes on the tray and the items on top of the tray. The tray. She found her brand, plucked a pack from the bunch, and tipped the hostess, trying incredibly hard not to make eye contact with her breasts. 

She didn’t want to be rude.

She pulled a cigarette out of the new pack, lit it, and searched the room once more for Mr. Block. Vikki took a long drag and exhaled a colossal cloud of smoke, “That man had better hope that I don’t find him, because when I do, the next exposé he writes will be about his own funeral.”

She caught a glimpse of the ropes leading to the VIP lounge and figured that he must be hiding there, pompous as he was. So she elbowed her way through the crowd, her cigarette locked between her knuckles. Once she made it to the red velvet ropes, she was confronted by an unenthusiastic bouncer of sorts.

“Name.”

She took a step back, brushed her hands down her dress, and cleared her throat, “Vikki Hiller.”

“Not on the list.”

Vikki’s eyes dropped down to the piece of paper in the man’s hand and then shot back up to meet his eyes, “You didn’t even look at the list.”

“You’re not on the list.”

“Well, how could you possibly know that if you didn’t take the time to check?” Vikki crossed her arms, and took a quick puff of her cigarette.

“You’re a woman.”

“And?”

“Miss, the VIP lounge is for private dances from our female dancers.”

Vikki straightened up and adjusted her coat, “You don’t know what I’m into.”

“Look, lady, you’re not on the list, so why don’t you go back to your book club or whatever and let me do my job, alright?”

“No, you look, buddy!” She pointed her index finger into his chest. “I am trying to find Catcher Block so that I can wring his sorry little neck! Now, is he on the list?”

The man sighed and looked through the names on his form, “I’m sorry, miss, there’s no one on the list with that name,” he turned the sheet around, “Look for yourself.”

Vikki scanned the names on the list and, sure enough, Catcher’s name was nowhere to be found. The crowd erupted into an uproarious round of applause as the stage dancers finished their number. She dragged on her cigarette once more, and blew the smoke up toward the ceiling, eyeing the man, “Well, thank you,” she said sarcastically, “for all of your help.”

She turned on her heels and trudged through the crowd in the opposite direction. This time, when she made her way out of the crowd, she found herself by the bar, and if she was being completely honest, a comfortable seat and a stiff drink sounded amazing right about now.

She dropped herself onto a stool, tossed her purse onto the bar, and asked for a gin and tonic.

While she waited, Vikki spun her seat around so that she was facing the crowd. She started to wonder whether Catcher was really here or if he had just sent her to this place to drive her crazy. She definitely wouldn’t put it past him. 

That man. Some nerve he has.

She caught sight of some of the dancers coming from backstage. Some were still in costume but the rest were dressed in regular clothes, so Vikki figured they must have finished their sets for the night. And still, some of the girls were only wearing those tiny skirts and those nipple tassels. Now, Vikki was definitely one to risk comfort for a stylish outfit, but if that were her, she knew she would be just freezing! She wondered if those girls were cold, too. And then there were the ones on the floor that were straight up topless. She really respected those girls. She typically had a good amount of confidence in herself and her body, but if she had to have it on full display like that, at work no less… she simply wouldn’t be able to do it. 

Wow, she thought, these girls must be so confident in themselves. So tough. She crossed her legs, and took a drag on her cigarette.  Ugh. The men they probably have to deal with night after night. No, thank you.

“Your gin and tonic, miss.”

Vikki spun back around to face the bar. She thanked the waitress, and took a sip of her drink, thankful that it helped to melt away at least some of the tension of the night. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed another woman take the seat next to hers and overheard her order a dry martini.

“Rough night?” The lady asked, leaning her elbow on the bar.

Vikki took another sip of her drink, stamped her cigarette out in the crystal ashtray on the bar, and said, “As rough as one night can get, I think.”

The waitress placed the girl’s martini on the bar, and the girl put the olive between her teeth and pulled it off of the toothpick, “Care to talk about it?”

Vikki thought for a moment. Part of her felt uncomfortable, and a little guilty, unloading her problems onto a complete stranger, but the exhaustion of the night was taking over and she desperately needed some advice. She sighed, “I’m having trouble with a certain… gentleman. If one can even call him a gentleman, that is.” She rubbed at her forehead in an attempt to dissipate her headache, “He told me to meet him here, and-“

“Here??”

“Yes.”

The girl played with the toothpick, stuck it between her teeth, “Well, you’re right, he doesn’t sound like much of a gentleman to me.”

Vikki nodded in agreement, took a large sip of her drink, and tilted her head back. She closed her eyes and allowed the warmth of intoxication to spread throughout her body.

“I mean, he could have at least taken you to the Russian Tea Room or something, but hey, what do I know?” The woman laughed.

Her eyes still closed, Vikki actually started to laugh a little bit, too. “No, no. This wasn’t supposed to be a date or anything of that nature.”

“So, you two aren’t…?”

“Heavens, no!”

“Well, thank goodness for that! I was beginning to worry about the future of mankind for a moment, there!”

“Oh, goodness,” Vikki laughed, “No, he’s a writer, and for Know magazine of all things, so that should already tell you how pompous he is. You see, I’m a senior editor at Banner House, and this man has swindled my client out of a meeting for the past three days. I finally got so fed up that I demanded to know his whereabouts, so that I could give him a piece of my mind in person, and he gave me this address. I’ve been looking for him all night, and either he’s reeeeeally good at hiding,” she finished off her drink,” or he stood me up.”

“That sounds just awful!”

Vikki ordered a second gin and tonic, “Or he simply lied to me, which is also an incredibly real possibility, given his plethora of alibis over the past three days.”

“Well, I’ll tell you what, he sounds like a proper jackass.”

Vikki looked over at the woman, “He is a proper jackass! I’m Vikki Hiller,” she stretched her hand out, “Thank you for listening to me ramble on about my problems, I’m sure this is very uninteresting to you,” she laughed. 

The woman shook Vikki’s hand, “No, not at all, I’m… really enjoying getting to know you, Vikki Hiller.”

“May I ask your name?” 

“Cashmere.”

Vikki hesitated for a moment, “Huh, that’s… different!”

The woman laughed, “Don’t worry, that’s not my real name. Cashmere is just my stage name.”

“Oh my goodness!” Vikki put a hand over her heart, and laughed. “Not that Cashmere isn’t a pretty name!”

The waitress set Vikki’s second gin and tonic on the bar.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Some of these men can get pretty sleazy, so I like to protect my identity. My real name is Quinn.”

“Mmmm,” Vikki sipped her drink, “Well, if it means anything at all, I think Quinn is a lot prettier than Cashmere,” she smiled.

“Why, thank you, that’s very sweet of you.”

“Stage name… Oh, wait! Aren’t you one of the dancers I saw on stage earlier?”

“That I am, Miss Vikki!”

“I knew your face looked familiar! Your hair was down while you were onstage,” Vikki remarked on Quinn’s hair, now pulled back in a low bun.

“Oh, you’re right,” Quinn reached back and pulled her hair out of it’s bun, letting it fall down past her shoulders, “Some of the other girls can’t dance with their hair down, they say it get’s into their eyes, or it makes them sweaty, blah blah blah…” she laughed and shook her head, letting her hair bounce around, “I think it’s fun!”

Vikki became so distracted by Quinn’s hair, that she almost forgot to speak, “Uhm, well,” she cleared her throat, “You have really gorgeous hair, I must say.”

“Thank you!” Quinn sipped her martini, “I also wasn’t wearing this jacket on stage.”

She flashed it open for a brief moment and Vikki saw that she was one of the dancers wearing the tassels on her nipples, and her eyes went wide for a second before she forced herself to reign it in, “Oh!”

“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I wasn’t even thinking!”

“Oh, no! It’s not that, it’s just… aren’t you cold? When you’re walking around in just… those?” Vikki leaned in and asked.

Quinn laughed, “It can get a little chilly, yes! But when you’re dancing, it just feels so… freeing. And comfortable!”

“Wow. I don’t think I would ever have the confidence to pull those off,” Vikki crossed her legs.

“Oh, come on! You would look great, I’m sure of it!”

Vikki laughed, and covered her now reddening face. She was enjoying this conversation so much, she almost forgot why she had originally come here. That is until she noticed Catcher Block out of the corner of her eye. He was leaning against a wall, talking to another gentleman and drinking a scotch.

“Oh, lord.” Vikki drawled. 

“What is it?”

“Don’t look, but that’s the man I’ve been trying to find all night,” she said in a hushed tone, as if Catcher would be able to hear her from across the room.

Quinn looked anyway.

“I said don’t look!” Vikki laughed, “Oh, see? There. He saw you.” Vikki pulled her compact out of her purse, and reapplied her lipstick. “Well, this should be a fun conversation, that is if he doesn’t try to run away again. Is he still looking over here?”

Quinn checked, “Mhm.”

Vikki snapped her compact shut and put it back in her purse.

“You wanna give him a show?”

“What?” Vikki glanced over at her.

“Y’know… A little something to really get his attention.”

“What do you m-“ 

Vikki was cut off as Quinn reached over, hands on her cheeks, and planted a giant kiss right smack on her red lips. She was so taken by surprise, that her hands shot back and her fingers splayed open, and she practically froze right there on the spot.

Quinn pulled back and noticed Vikki’s stiff demeanor, “Ah gee, I’m so sorry… was that too much of a show?”

Vikki closed her eyes, her eyebrows raised, “Oh, no! No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Uhhumm, it was- Oh, god he’s coming over here.”

Quinn turned to look, and then turned back to Vikki, “Hey. You’ve got this.”

“Yes. I do.”

“Don’t let him take you for a ride again.”

“No,” Vikki downed her whole gin and tonic.

“You’re the senior editor!”

“I am!” She lit another cigarette.

“Go get ‘em, Vikki Hiller.”

Vikki stood up, took a long, deep drag on her cigarette, blew the smoke out in front of her, and brushed her hands over her dress, making sure it was perfect. She puffed up her hair, and rolled her neck. 

As she walked over to Catcher, she took notice of the smug look on his face hidden underneath the thin layer of charm, and she was ready to blow her top.

“Catcher Block.”

“Ah, you must be Miss Hiller! You sound as angry as you did on the phone earlier.”

“Mmmm, yes, earlier, you mean three hours ago?? Where have you been?”

“Well, you see, I was a little busy, Miss Hiller, I-”

“Busy! Ha! Peter, Miss Novak, and I were all busy, too. Busy waiting for you! Busy sitting around when we could have been working. Or having social lives! But no, we were all busy waiting for the phone to ring so that you could tell us whatever harebrained alibi you had come up with that day!”

“Oh, have you not heard my brilliant story about how I had to help an elderly woman with a broken leg cross a busy street?”

“Why, no. I must have missed that one while I was arguing with bouncers, getting knocked over by men twice my size, and trekking around this seedy joint looking for an arrogant, self-indulgent lunatic.” Vikki’s pokes into Catcher’s chest with her index finger. “But don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll catch the next one.”

Catcher started chuckling to himself.

“I’m sorry. Do you think this is funny?”

“Oh, no no. I don’t think this is funny.”

Vikki was losing her patience, “Just what are you laughing at?”

“Well, pardon me if I’m wrong, Miss Hiller, but it sure looked like you were having a good time over at the bar…”

“At the b-“ Vikki stopped in her tracks, almost forgetting the out-of-the-blue kiss that Quinn had planted on her a few moments ago.

“There it is, yes! The kiss! The one deployed in order to 'get my attention’.” Catcher made air quotes with his fingers. “The one that you definitely ‘didn’t enjoy’.”

Vikki thought for a moment. Had Quinn kissed her with intention? And not because Catch was watching? No, no. No, that’s ridiculous. Quinn had to be straight. Vikki wouldn’t necessarily label her as a ‘girly girl’, but she was still pretty feminine. And pretty. She couldn’t be a…homosexual. A lesbian. Weren’t all lesbians supposed to be butch and masculine? Yes, right, and they wear suits, not… tassels… on their nipples…

Vikki shook the thoughts from her head, “Oh, what do you know?”

Catcher let out one more snide chuckle as he eyed Vikki and leaned in close to her ear, “I know an excited woman when I see one…”

Vikki stood stark still and stared straight ahead.

“…And you were one excited woman.”

Catcher stood back up, and Vikki took a long drag on her cigarette and blew the smoke across his face, sarcastically, if that was possible. He patted her on the shoulder, “You think about that one a little bit longer. I’ll meet you and Barbara at the Waldorf Astoria tomorrow for breakfast…” he eyed her once more, “Or maybe lunch, perhaps?”

He walked away and Vikki stood alone, cigarette in hand, lost in her thoughts for a moment or two before eventually shuffling back over to her seat at the bar.

“Hey!” Quinn said, “I ordered you another gin and tonic.”

Vikki eyed the drink and considered downing it all in one gulp, but she wanted to hang on to whatever sobriety she had left.

“Do you have everything sorted out now?”

Vikki pulled her focus from the glass and simply gazed at Quinn for a moment, biting her lip. And then she stopped thinking. No more thinking. No thoughts. She leaned over and grabbed Quinn by her jacket lapels and kissed her, right there. And for longer than she had anticipated.

She sat back down onto her seat and exhaled, before wiping at the corner of her mouth with the tip of her ring finger, “Yes. Yes, I think I do.”

Quinn settled back into her own seat, dazed, “Well. That certainly was…” she trailed off, “What was that all about?”

Vikki tried to put on an air of confidence, however her vulnerability was seeping through slowly.

“You kissed me.” 

Quinn looked down at her drink, “I did.” She lightly slid her finger around the rim of the glass. “I apologize if I put you in an uncomfortable position.”

“No, no, it’s- you didn’t. In fact, I think you might have done just the opposite.”

“…The opposite?”

“Quinn, I think you may have… opened me up to a part of myself that I didn’t even know existed.”

Quinn looked more than relieved to hear Vikki say these things, yet it seemed she was still having trouble looking Vikki in the eye. She exhaled, “I’m just glad you’re not upset.”

“I am not upset. I… I don’t really have the words to describe what I’m feeling, but,” she paused, and shook her head, “I really like you, Quinn.”

Quinn looked up, her eyebrows raised. She smiled, “I really like you, too, Vikki Hiller.”

Vikki smiled back and took a sip of her drink. “I must say, this certainly does explain the things I was feeling when I saw you up on that stage,” she laughed, swirling the liquid around in her glass.

“Oh, really?”

“Mhm.”

Vikki caught Quinn staring at her out of the corner of her eye. She slid her now reddening face into her hands, “Stop that!”

“Stop what?”

“Looking at me like that,” Vikki laughed.

“I can’t help it,” Quinn sipped her drink, “Y’know, I saw you, too, when I was up on stage.”

Vikki peeked her head out from behind the palms of her hands, “You did?”

“I did. The look on your face was… pure wonder. I almost messed up the whole routine because I couldn’t take my eyes off of you,” she chuckled.

Vikki gazed at Quinn.

“And then this big lug bumped into you and made you drop the cigarette you were holding, and the vexation that washed across your face was absolutely priceless, I just knew I had to talk to you.”

“Oh goodness,” Vikki cackled, “did I really look that angry?”

“Yes, but it’s alright because then you bought another pack,” Quinn laughed right along, “Once you pulled out a new one and lit it, all I saw in your eyes was confidence. Strength. Determination.”

“Well…” Vikki grew quiet, “that’s very sweet of you to say.”

“I mean it! You, Vikki Hiller, are a force to be reckoned with.”

Vikki blushed, and took another sip of her drink, and another drag on her cigarette before stamping it out. The two girls sat in comfortable silence for a moment or two, until Vikki turned back to Quinn.

“Y’know,” she said, “I really enjoyed kissing you.”

“I enjoyed kissing you, as well.”

“I think… I think, I’d like to do it again.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

“Well, then what are we waiting for?”

“Well, I certainly don’t want to do it more in public! I might be a force to be reckoned with, but I am more reserved about things like this.”

“I’m not talking about here, silly!”

Quinn pulled some cash out of her jacket pocket and left a tip on the bar. Vikki followed suit, pulling a neatly folded ten dollar bill from her purse and placing it on top of her glass. Quinn grabbed her hand and pulled her through the buzzing crowd.

“Wait, where are we going?” Vikki shouted above the music.

“Backstage!”

The music swelled as they made their way closer and closer to the stage in order to reach the door. The girls ducked and weaved themselves around groups of people large and small. Dancing, drinking, networking, and definitely not moving out of the way. Vikki wasn’t afraid to use her elbows, but she made sure to keep a tight grip on Quinn’s hand, afraid of losing her in this mass of people.

After what felt like an eternity of “Hey, watch it!”’s and “S’cuse you, sweetheart!”’s, the two ladies made it to the door and pushed their way through, finally managing to escape the commotion.

Quinn exhaled, triumphantly, “Okay. Made it.”

“Well, wait, aren’t there still going to be people back there?”

“There shouldn’t be, it’s pretty late.” Quinn led Vikki down the long hallway. “Besides, I’m taking you to the dressing room. There might be some dancers lingering around in there, but I assure you they’ll be very cool about it when I ask them to leave.”

“How do you know that?”

“Honestly? Most of the dancers here are queer, and the ones who aren’t are incredibly supportive. They’re like my sisters.”

“Well, that’s really sweet.”

“And plus, they use the dressing room for this kind of thing all the time.”

“Less sweet,” Vikki joked. “It’s interesting that all of these queer women work at a gentleman’s lounge.”

“Well, now, there are a couple of reasons for that. For one thing, this place pays very well,” Quinn laughed, “And the men who come into this place might be scum bags, but at least if we’re dancing for them no one really suspects anything about us.”

“Wow…”

“And we all get to be together! I’ve known some of these women for years from other jobs, gay bars around town, things like that. Y’know, there is a bar downtown that I’d love to bring you to sometime,” Quinn winked.

Vikki tried to hide the blush spreading across her cheeks.

The two approached a large blue door with ‘Lounge Dancers’ printed on it, “Here, we are!”

Quinn opened the door to a room filled with flashy costumes and feather boas, bright lights around mirrors and posters of famous female performers plastered all over the brick walls.

There were three girls chatting on the sofa, when one of them looked over and said, “Oh hey, Quinn! Would you please tell Ginger that we do seven high kicks in this dance and not eight. She keeps messin’ up the timing,” the girl laughed.

“Listen, Kit, when we learned that dance, I swear on my life it was eight counts and eight kicks!”

“Oh yeah,” the third girl spoke up, “and the rest of us just happen to be messing it up at the exact same time in the exact same way.”

Quinn laughed, and closed the door behind Vikki, “Ginger, it’s seven kicks.”

“Told ya.” 

Ginger rolled her eyes, and Kit asked, “Who’s the tall dame ya got there, Quinn?”

“Ladies, this is Vikki. Vikki, this is Kit, Ginger, and Pamela.”

“Well, hello there, Vikki,” Pamela purred, and Kit smacked her on the shoulder.

“Soooooo, Vikki and I were hoping to use this room for a little while, if you girls don’t mind…”

Kit stood up from the sofa, “Say no more, we were just about to head out anyway.”

The other girls arose and collected their things, making for the door. Ginger said, “We’re all gonna grab a few drinks at Lottie’s if you wanna meet us there. Vikki can come, too!”

“We’ll see. If I don’t catch up, you ladies have a great time!”

“Goodnight, Quinn!” The girls hollered. 

“Goodnight, Vikki,” Pamela winked from the doorway.

Kit tugged on Pamela’s ear, “Whatsa matter with you?”

Quinn closed the door, laughing.

“Your friends seem like a real blast,” Vikki chuckled, placing her purse on top of one of the vanities, and tossing her coat onto the sofa.

“Yeah, they’re definitely an interesting pack of gals,” Quinn placed her hands on Vikki’s waist, pulling her close, “but, um… I don’t wanna talk about them anymore.”

Vikki’s voice hushed, and she glanced down at Quinn’s lips and back up to her eyes, “What do you want to talk about?”

Quinn was now an inch or two from Vikki’s face, and getting closer by the second. She brushed her bottom lip against Vikki’s, and said softly, “I don’t want to talk.”

A fire lit behind Vikki’s eyes and she closed the space between them with a passionate kiss. She threw her arms around Quinn’s neck and pulled her as close as she possibly could. She doesn’t remember ever kissing a man this intensely, or feeling anywhere near the amount of things she’s feeling right now. Sparks. Fireworks.

The two parted, breathing heavily. Quinn looked up at Vikki, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes.”

“This isn’t just something you’re experimenting with right now that you’re going to regret tomorrow, is it?”

“Quinn, just shut up and kiss me, goddamnit,” Vikki said, breathlessly, and Quinn did just that.

Vikki let her hands wander for the first time. They were exploring so many new places. Touching so many new things. Her hands were laced through Quinn’s hair, tugging, pulling. She’d never experienced anything more sensational than running her hands through the long, luscious hair of a woman. She grabbed Quinn’s ass. Every man she’d ever been with in the past had a backside so flat, you had to use a telescope to find it. Her hand lightly brushed against Quinn’s breast. Men sure as hell didn’t have those.

She slid one of her hands underneath Quinn’s jacket, embracing the bare skin of her stomach, hips, and back as she pulled her even closer, wanting to experience all of her.

Quinn started kissing down Vikki’s neck, “I wanna wrinkle that perfect dress of yours.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmmm.”

“I want you to take it off.”

Quinn looked up at Vikki for a brief moment, and kissed her hard. Rough. She reached around to unzip the dress and Vikki let it fall to the ground as she kicked her shoes off. She was now standing in the dressing room of a gentleman’s lounge wearing nothing but her bra and underwear. Which were matching, of course. 

“Wow,” Quinn breathed, “Red lace. You didn’t peg me as the red lace type.” She winked.

“Oh, didn’t I?”

“No. But, my god, am I glad to be proven wrong.”

“Well, if things keep going the way they’re going, you might be able to see me in nothing at all,” Vikki leaned in and kissed Quinn slowly, with purpose. She slid Quinn’s jacket off until it fell to the floor next to her dress. She traced her hands down the other woman’s bare, freckled arms, causing her to shiver. Quinn took off her boots and her skirt, until she was just as bare as Vikki.

Quinn quickly flipped the switch and pushed Vikki up against the door, Vikki gasping as her bare skin met the cold metal. Quinn kissed down Vikki’s neck once more, her hands running over her smooth skin, cupping her breasts, as Vikki’s eyes drifted shut. Quinn reached up and removed Vikki’s hair from its ‘do, and it fell down into a mass of dark waves that now sat just below her shoulders.

“God, you’re gorgeous.”

Quinn kissed down Vikki’s stomach and Vikki leaned her body against the door, her arms stretching up and over her head, as something inside of her pulsed, ached.

“Quinn,” Vikki breathed.

Quinn looked up and into the big, dark eyes gazing down at her. Vikki simply stared, her chest heaving. She didn’t know how to ask, but it turns out she didn’t have to say anything.

Quinn stood up, making understanding eye contact with Vikki, and she leaned in and kissed her softly, her hands on her hips. But her hands slowly moved, now teasing at the hem of Vikki’s underwear. Both of their eyes closed, Quinn broke the kiss and waited a beat, as she leaned her forehead up against Vikki’s. She felt Vikki nod, and she slid her hand down, between her legs.

Vikki exhaled at the touch, at the long-awaited release of tension, while Quinn moved her fingers rhythmically, quickly realizing just how turned on Vikki actually was.

“Oh my god, Quinn,” Vikki hummed.

Quinn kissed along her jawline, down her neck, across her collarbone.

Vicki whispered, “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course you can.”

Vikki bit her lip, “I’ve never… you know… with a man before.”

“You’ve never…”

“…Orgasmed. No. Only by myself, never with another person.”

“Oh, honey,” Quinn kissed Vikki, “I can promise you won’t be saying that after tonight.”

She began moving her fingers expertly once more and Vikki moaned and threw her head back. Quinn was slow and fast. She was rough and soft. She was so many things all at once and Vikki almost didn’t know how to process it. Sometimes her brain would take a brief second to remind her of exactly what she was doing. Something she’d never thought in her entire life she would be doing. But then Quinn would bite her ear, or leave a mark on her neck, and Vikki would tell her brain to zip it, because she was having the time of her life.

“Oh. Quinn. Fuck.”

“That’s it,” Quinn said softly. She could feel Vikki tensing up beneath her. “C’mon, Vikki Hiller. Senior editor at Banner House. Tall, gorgeous, force to be reckoned with.”

Vikki moaned, biting her lip, almost in an effort to stifle it. She was nervous. Once she did this, it would mean that she really… did this. And she was anything but prepared for what she was about to feel.

Vikki had her arms wrapped around Quinn, and she leaned her head on the other woman’s shoulder, “Quinnnn, ohhh. Oh, god!”

Quinn felt Vikki clench up around her fingers and she held her as her body rattled and jolted against her own.

Vikki held on to Quinn as tightly as she could, afraid she was going to fall to the ground because her legs just about gave out. Her vision blurred for a moment and she shook from shivers of aftershock. 

“That was…” she breathed, “I can’t…”

Quinn kissed her nose.

Vikki exhaled, smiling, “That was cute…” her smile turned devious, “but I’m no princess, honey.” She pushed Quinn over toward and onto the sofa and straddled her. She leaned down and whispered into her ear, “It’s your turn.”

Vikki moved Quinn’s long hair out of the way and kissed down her neck, leaving little bites and marks, trying to mimic what had been done to her. She felt like she should be more nervous, but she just… wasn’t. She had never made love quite like this with a man. Vikki liked it a bit rougher than the average person, but any time she was with a man, it was about as bland as an unsalted cracker. Now, she realized she was able to really let her true colors shine.

“Jesus, Vikki…” Quinn moaned.

Vikki kissed down Quinn’s chest, stopping at her breasts. She looked up at Quinn, “I wanna take these off.” She flicked one of the tassels covering Quinn’s nipples, and pulled it off. And then the other one. She massaged Quinn’s bare breast and then moved her hand down her stomach, resting her hand right above where Quinn wanted it to be… needed it to be.

She teased Quinn by rubbing overtop her underwear, just light enough to make her squirm.

“Vikki, please. Please…”

Vikki kissed Quinn’s breast and sucked on her nipple, making Quinn moan much louder than she expected her to.

“God,” Vikki said, “You think I’m gorgeous? You should see yourself.”

“Shut up,” Quinn breathed, giggling softly.

Vikki quit teasing and shoved her hand beneath the waistband of Quinn’s underwear and moved her fingers like she would on herself. Slow circles. She could feel Quinn’s arousal, she could feel her chest heaving, could hear her whimpering and whining. She wanted more. She wanted to unravel this woman. She’d never wanted anything like she wanted this.

She sped up and Quinn gasped, clutching the cushion beneath her with a white knuckled fist. Vikki took that as a wonderful sign and kept speeding up, changing rhythms, soft, hard, light, rough. 

“Vikki… aahhhh, my god. Please, Vikki.”

Vikki decided to try something that she had done on herself a few times, and she moved her fingers down and pushed two of them inside of Quinn, thrusting hard, still working her clit with her thumb. 

Quinn moaned, almost screaming, “Oh, god! Ah-Oh my god! Ohhhhh…”

Quinn’s back arched off the couch and she shook, her legs wrapped around Vikki’s body, squeezing her tight. She covered her face with her hands, muffled moans escaping.

“Vikki…” Quinn said, breathlessly, “Jesus Christ… You are very, very good at that.”

“Why, thank you.”

“You’re sure you’ve never done it with a woman before?” Quinn joked.

“Mmmmm, I’m fairly certain,” Vikki blushed, and adjusted her bra strap.

She got up off of the sofa and sauntered over toward the vanities.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Getting a cigarette,” she shuffled through her purse and she could feel Quinn’s eyes on her. She popped her hip out to the side and heard a small “Mmm…” from across the room. She just adored teasing this woman.

Vikki placed a cigarette between her lips and and lit it. She took a puff and let out a deep exhale, looking into one of the mirrors and playing with her now tangled hair.

“That was just the best time I’ve ever had. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like that, Quinn, I mean it.”

“I hope you don’t think we’re finished…”

Vikki held her cigarette between her fingers, and glanced back over at Quinn, “…Really?”

“Come here.”

Vikki smiled a devilish smile, stamped her cigarette out in the ashtray on the vanity, and sauntered back over to the sofa, kneeling in front of Quinn. The other woman sat up and unclasped Vikki’s bra in one swift motion. She tossed it over with the other clothes on the floor, and said, “Lie back.

Vikki, impressed, raised her eyebrows and did as she was told. Quinn leaned over her and began pulling down her underwear. She spread Vikki’s legs apart and kissed her way up her thighs. The kisses didn’t last long though, as she made her way all the way up, and immediately licked from her entrance to her clit, making sure to linger there a little bit longer.

Vikki hummed in approval, letting out soft moans of pleasure. No man had ever done this for her. Missionary, yes. Most of time, actually. But this? This was definitely a first, and she was so far over the moon, she was dancing with the stars. This exact moment could last forever, if she had anything to say about it. 

Quinn used her tongue in ways Vikki certainly never imagined one could. She went a little lighter for a moment and Vikki’s hips jerked reflexively, as she ached for as much contact, as much pressure as she could get.

Quinn dug her nails into Vikki’s slender thighs and scraped just a little bit, causing Vikki to gasp, and tense up. She reached up and massaged Vikki’s breast with her free hand, pinching at her nipple, effectively undoing the woman. Vikki was already incredibly turned on, so it didn’t take any time at all.

“Quinn, fuck. You’re gonna kill me.”

Quinn sped up, she could feel how close Vikki was to breaking.

“Oh, fuck, oh my- Oh my god… Quinn, fuck. Fuck.”

Quinn felt Vikki squeeze her thighs around her. Vikki felt as though she was about to explode, her body quivering, almost unable handle the intensity of what she was feeling. Quinn dipped her tongue inside and that was it. Vikki was gone.

She screamed out Quinn’s name, her hands gripping the other woman’s hair as though it were the only thing tethering her to the earth. She jolted, surged, feeling like her body was struck by 1000 volts. By lightning. 

Quinn kept going until Vikki made her stop, and then she crawled up the length of the sofa to lay next to her. She held Vikki as she came down and kissed her, softly. An intimate kiss that lovers share. She brushed the hair out of Vikki’s face and cupped her cheek, and the two just lay there in the silence for a few moments. Soft breaths, the only sounds to be heard. 

“You certainly are no princess,” Quinn whispered.

Vikki chuckled, softly, “You’re damn right.”

“Hey, the night’s still young. We can still meet the other girls at Lottie’s, if you’re in the mood.”

“That sounds like a gas, it really does, but… maybe we could just stay here for a while?”

“Maybe we could… go back to my place instead..?”

“I would love that.” Vikki smiled, her tongue between her teeth.

Quinn smiled back and then remembered, “Oh wait, don’t you have that breakfast meeting tomorrow morning?”

Vikki thought about it for a moment, “Mmmm. You know what? I think tomorrow morning I have to bring food to the homeless shelter, and help a child get their cat out of a tree.”

Quinn laughed.

“Well, darn, I guess I’ll just have to phone them and tell them I can’t make it.”

Vikki leaned over and kissed Quinn, then rested her head on her chest. She let her eyes close as Quinn played with her hair, and she melted into the other woman completely. 

She lay there, breathing softly, thankful that Quinn had kissed her earlier. Thankful that she decided to take the leap and kiss her back. Hell, she was even thankful to Catcher Block! If he hadn’t put her through the mess that he did, she probably wouldn’t be here right now, completely comfortable with herself for the first time in a long time. 

Quinn hugged her tightly and kissed the top of her head, and Vikki found herself looking forward to the rest of the night. Looking forward to tomorrow. Looking forward to forever, wherever it took her.

[wandering-bitch]

Notes for I Have Always Loved The Door (pt 1)

I Have Always Loved The Door is the Wen Qing/Mianmian fic that all the wlw wanted but canon could not in any way make happen 

This is part one of three, i’m sorry, but it is a 30k fic and i’ve never written anything this long. it’s like. six months of my life. annotations are gonna be longer, too.

What is this fic About? Uh. Lots. Mostly your relationship with your past and your future. making choices about what you carry with you into your life.

title is from Charly Bliss’ “Percolator” but like. the rest of the fic is in no way related to the song. Just the lyrics “I have always loved the door/but I will always love you more/I love metaphors” fit well for the wen qing mood

it is a fucking CRIME that wen qing died, and while i’m happy that luo qingyang got a happy ending with a soft man who just wants to make her happy, i think she deserves more. so i gave her a fancy job

i struggled with the outline for this so much until i realized that mianmian’s canon arc is partially about saying goodbye to your home/family because you no longer fit there + it’s not a great place anymore. and that’s so close 2 wen qing’s

so that drove a great part of the plot, and helped shape the youya/tuzai bit

ch 1

the first chapter is so funny and then nothing ever approaches it, i’m so sorry i got ur hopes up with the shennans TTnTT

i hate most of my writing after it’s up but i still like this chapter. wen qing being a doctor, nmj knowing his place, mianmian cursing loudly

“If you’ve been knuckles-deep in me, you can consider yourself a friend” i spend a lot of time in this fic trying to kill wen qing with Lesbianism, but honestly that’s just to make up for mianmian killing herself with lesbianism.

this was b4 i decided to care how i ended chapters haha

ch 2

i’m proud honestly of this fic alternating perspective, bc it forced me to learn to write more distinct voices. 

“are you eating enough red meat?” “in the unclean realm?” 

if i had 2 be in a Great Sect i would 100% want to be in the big sexy sword jock sect but unfortunately i’m a vegetarian

please think of me, an average-sized gay, with noodle arms, pushing away all the giant cooks and self-appointed nie aunties, who are trying to shove meat into my mouth

like you know how cats avoid the bath??? and their people are like “jesus fuck how is this 10 lb animal defeating me, i’m huge and strong and also have thumbs”??? that, except it’s an average sized sword gay fighting ten RIPPED aunties holding out beef

i do love the mianqing dynamic i created here and i’m not sure i kept it up but WHATEVER this is about annotations not about editing

mianmian: god FUCK the jin clan, the jin clan sux. wen qing: hmmmmmmmmmm

i think mianmian’s three older sisters might show up in a future work in the series

yeah, i fell in love with this au, there will be at least one epilogue.

ch 3

oh ho ho!!! it’s the beginning of Sword Content!!!

i watched so many videos of dao work vs jian work and then i ignored all of it!!!

by that i mean “there were only like two decent-quality videos on dao work that i found on youtube and i couldn’t study them hard enough to get what i wanted”

someone trying to correct your practice with boring, irrelevant suggestions??? it’s extremely likely, it’s happened to me multiple times, i straight up stopped practicing outside bc of it

please, men, i’m begging you. if you see me doing martial arts, rather than correcting me, ask “oh cool, what are you doing? ah, i do [this art]” and like. talk with me like i’m a human

not to be A Bitch but there is a 70% chance that i’ve actually studied more marital arts than you, on account of most ppl abandoning within a few years, and me practicing aikido for more than a fucking decade

god swinging a weapon full-speed at someone and stopping inches from their head??? a Fun Time

mianmian’s doing it as a big dick energy move

but in my school we just trusted each other to not fuck up.

im too gay to want any “”””homophobia””” or “””discovering you’re gay”””” or “””coming out”””” plots, i just wanna fast forward to the “”””i wanna kiss a girl””” bit

OH MAN i forgot wwx’s voice in wen qing’s head. 

“even after his death the yiling patriarch managed to annoy her” i love wen qing

ch 4

IT’S THE MEMORIAL DINNER CHAPTER

memorial dinners are an important part of my household’s mourning process sorry

“she waved her hand to indicate the entirety of his use of demonic cultivation, fall from grace, and mass murder” mood wen qing. fucking mood.

oh my god im rereading this and seeing where i misspelled shit ugh. sorry lwj

so sometimes i’m vague about food and that’s because the only food i can think of when i’m writing is pork. i just. can’t remember what other foods u can eat. pork and also buns (but meat buns) soup? never heard of her. chicken? what is that??? piles of vegetables??? no one eats that obviously

please remember that im vegetarian and not only do i not eat pork, what i do eat is piles of vegetables

ah yes!!! time for mianmian to say prisons are for burning!!!!

our girls are both radical leftists sorry not sorry

acab, reproductive rights, prisons are for burning, capitalism is an inherently exploitative system, unionize your workplace

“tip your servers well” -- wen qing

wwx, shouting from beyond the grave: GET SOME, GIRLS!!!

wwx’s ghost: do y’all need anything? snacks? water? a condom? ah, love you kids, you keep me young

oh i forgot “for my local radical,” i should make sure to keep using ‘my radical’ as a cute endearment for the wives

ch 5

awwwww yeahhhhhhh trauma dreamsssss

writing jin guangyao is so fun!! and stressful!!!

fun because he never says anything straight, only through six layers of plausible deniability, and that’s just a fun exercise

fun also because i Love a Bitch. 

stressful because he never says anything straight, only through six layers of plausible deniability. 

the bit where he threatens to expose wen qing and mentions specifically that nmj does not like being lied to??? took me several times to perfect and im still not happy!!! 

but i’m deeply proud of him sending the flame hairpiece, that’s some a+ innocent-looking menace right there, that’s the only thing on this planet i believe in anymore

i loved making up sect politics that weren’t specifically “let’s put up watchtowers” because i don’t think that happened while jgs was still alive

uh @ self why did i capitalize da-ge that’s so uncomfortable.

oh my god i just realized that jin guangyao has to watch his ex boyfriend/nie mingjue treat mianmian the way he used to be treated oh fuck

sorry i was not at all writing 3zun cinderella when i wrote this so i wasn’t in the habit of thinking about jgy being in pain and now???

get fukt jin guangyao

he 100% cries to lxc about this later

what’s that??? you say i keep writing overthinkers who are anxious and terrified of everything??? huh i’m not sure i agree and if even if you were right i’m not sure it means anything

“grumpy frog” mianmian mvp

god the flame hairpiece is one of like two whole good endings i did for this fic haha

next time: ch 6-10!!

[avengerscompound]

Home - Chapter 1

Home: A Captain America Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Word Count:  1855

Warnings:  Angst, parenthood, sexual manipulation, action, injuries, underage drinking and drug-taking.

Synopsis:  16 Years after the death of Daisy, Steve and Bucky have successfully raised two teenage kids with telepathy. Teens are never easy to live with though. Sarah in particular likes to test boundaries. Now on top of all the usual challenges of parenting, they have to deal with troublemaking demigods, a daughter who just wants to be accepted for who she is and running the Avengers. That’s when the children of other super-powered individuals start going missing.

A/N:  While this is a sequel to Finding Home, the themes and tone are very different and it stands alone as a Stucky as parents fic.

Chapter 1

Bucky pulled the last three sponge cakes from the oven and put them onto cooling racks. There were six in total. The other three were out and cooled already and ready to be assembled into a stack together and be decorated.

Steve came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. “You don’t think you’ve gone a little overboard?” He asked, kissing Bucky on the spot just below his ear.

“She’s 16. We have to make a big deal about it, Stevie.” Bucky said turning in his husband’s arms.

Steve tucked Bucky’s hair behind his ear and kissed him. The last 16 years had not been easy. Raising two children was always tough. Add to that they were both enhanced thanks to the super serum that ran both through Steve and Bucky and had also inherited their mother’s telepathic abilities. Abilities that far exceeded those of their mother. That made things harder. The fact their mother had died two weeks after their youngest was born, made it harder still. Being on the run from the law for the first five years of their youngest child’s life didn’t help. Their wanted status only ending when an alien invasion occurred. Well, parenting was difficult.

They’d done it though. Jamie was now 19 and at college. They still didn’t know the depths of his powers. His nature was too calm and sweet to test them the way others might have liked. He had done all the training and they’d taken him in to fight more than once against Steve’s orders. He’d fought well and may have been the reason why they’d been successful one of the times, but he just didn’t have that drive to fight. He would if it was necessary. Otherwise, he just liked playing music and learning. He liked to use his powers to help calm people. To heal them. When he was only eight he’d seen how his mother Daisy had removed the memories of both of them from Tony’s mind and he’d fixed it. Tony had broken down and this little eight-year-old boy had hugged him and soothed him using his mind.

Sarah had just turned 16. She was slightly more of a handful. Still a good kid, they weren’t worried about her turning to the dark side or anything so sinister. She didn’t lack empathy or kindness. She did, however, like to test boundaries and was adamant she would be an avenger. She tested her powers to their limits and took her fight training very seriously. Her powers scared Steve. Partially because in the back of his head the fact those same powers had killed her mother made him sure that one day she’d overreach and that would be the end of Sarah too. Mostly it was just because there didn’t seem to be an outer limit on them. Steve was quite confident that if Sarah wanted to, she could take control of every sentient being on the planet and have them do exactly as she wanted. That made her a target and he hated to admit this, but it made her a threat.

Putting their problems with Tony aside and moving back to the Avenger’s compound had helped. There were so many supers now. As Jamie and Sarah grew and realized they were different, having other people who were different around made that feeling of being a freak less persistent. It also helped Steve and Bucky teach them how to use their powers and when it was appropriate to. The whole ‘it takes a village’ mantra is especially true when your kids can just make you take them out of time out against your will.

“She would have been proud of her,” Bucky said. “She’s got her mom’s stubborn streak.”

Steve ran his thumb along Bucky’s jaw and turned. “I think she got that from all of us, pal.” He started pulling out the ingredients from the pantry to make the frosting. “How did you want this decorated again?”

“Sam’s been calling her mini-cap lately. She keeps saying she’s going to take over the role from you. Maybe the shield?” Bucky suggested.

“She’s not going to want something to do with me on her cake, trust me,” Steve said, laughing. “Hasn’t she been obsessed with that movie ‘The Shining’ lately. It came out while we were frozen, so I don’t know it well, but she keeps saying ‘red rum, red rum’,” He pinched his index and thumb together like they were talking as he said ‘redrum’ mimicking his daughter, “anytime I tell her not to use her abilities. Nat says that’s what that’s from.”

“Oh yeah, I watched that with her. I don’t know how you’d make that a cake. Maybe if you just wrote ‘All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy’ over it again and again. She’d probably really like that.” Bucky said.

Steve laughed and shook his head. “Alright then. Leave it to me.”

Sarah stepped into her bathroom and assessed herself in the mirror. She’d taken after her dad in the looks department, blond hair blue eyes. Although her mom had had blue eyes too. And so did her other dad. It was a curse that affected the Rogers family. As did superpowers.

She’d been sparring with Natasha. Natasha had all but retired from the Avengers seven years ago when she and Clint had decided they wanted to start their own family. She did still train recruits though. After the workout, Sarah had just given her she’d said she was quitting that too. She’d said that Sarah needed to spar with Carol from now on.

There was no way that would be a fair fight. Yes, Sarah had super strength and the brain thing. But she wasn’t allowed to use the brain thing in combat training. Whereas Carol could fly and shoot energy blasts, and as far as super strength went, she made Sarah look like a feeble mundy.

It’s not like Natasha couldn’t hold her own anyway. Sarah was definitely going to have a black eye. Her dads would be pissed.

She opened the drawer where she kept her makeup, hoping that some concealer would hide it from them. If not she could always just push that it was fine and they wouldn’t notice. She looked down and came face to face with a box of condoms.

- JAMIE - She pushed into her brother. She could do that no matter where in the world he was. Right now though, he was in his own bedroom writing a book report for college. He was back at the compound for her birthday.

- WHAT? - He returned. The word filling her head.

- WHY ARE THERE CONDOMS IN MY BATHROOM DRAWER? -

The feeling of laughter filled her head and was soon joined by the sound as Jamie strolled into her bathroom. He leaned up against the door frame. Jamie had taken after his biological father most. The strong jaw, and dark hair. Blue eyes again. The Rogers curse. “That was dad.”

“Which dad?” Sarah asked. Jamie showed his sister the image of Steve and she groaned. “Seriously? Why would he do that?”

Jamie couldn’t quite stop laughing. He shook his head and tried to get a hold of himself. “He did it with me too. He’s had the talk right?”

“Yeah, Auntie Nat helped,” Sarah said. “He was a fucking mess. Kept going, ‘you’re going to have these urges’ and ‘feelings down there’. He couldn’t even look me in the eye.”

Jamie burst out laughing again. “Well this is his way of letting you know he trusts your choices and that he wants you to be safe.”

Sarah pushed the drawer closed and went back to assessing her eye in the mirror. “Jokes on him. I’m a lesbian.”

Jamie’s eyes went wide. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, how can you not know? I think about boobs all the time.” Sarah said.

“I don’t look into your head, Sare,” Jamie answered. “Do the dads know?”

Sarah turned to him and headed back out of the bathroom. “I haven’t told them.” She said throwing herself on the bed.

“Why not? I doubt they’d care. I mean, you have two dads. Two dads who were once also with a woman both at the same time.”

Sarah shuddered. “Gross. Don’t make me think of them having sex.” She said. “Besides, I shouldn’t have to come out. I wouldn’t have to if I was straight. I should be able to just bring a girl home and say ‘this is my girlfriend’ and have them be okay with it or you know, chase them off with the shield and some kind of assault rifle the way they would a guy.”

Jamie sighed and sat down next to his sister. “I guess you make a good point. Do you have a girlfriend though?”

Sarah shook her head. “Have you ever used your powers on a girl when you liked them?”

“Uhh, no, Sarah. There’s a word for that and it starts with r and ends with ape.” Jamie said, punching her in the side. She caught his hand and squeezed his fist until he shook her free again.

“I didn’t mean like that. I mean …” She sighed and rolled onto her stomach hiding her face in a pillow. She said something but Jamie couldn’t understand the muffled words.

“What?” He asked.

“There’s a girl in my class and I like her. A lot. She likes me like that too, but her thoughts are all confused. Like she thinks maybe it’s just a girl crush. That maybe she just doesn’t like boys because the boys she knows are all jerks.” She rubbed the bridge of her nose. “I just want to tell her I like her too and that her feelings are okay to have.”

“Aww look at you.” Jamie teased. “All crushing on someone and not knowing what to do. Guess what, that’s what most people are like.”

Sarah rolled her eyes. “Yeah, but I’m not mundy. I can just tell her, right? Tell her I know?”

“You need to stop calling them mundane, Sarah. It makes you sound like you think you aren’t human. You’re still human.” Jamie scolded.

“They call us supers. What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is you think you’re better than everyone else and you aren’t. You’re just different.” Jamie snapped.

Sarah groaned. “If I wanted a lecture I’d go talk to dad. Help me!”

“I dunno, Sarah. Just tell her you like her. If she doesn’t reciprocate she’s not ready.” Jamie shrugged. “Now, speaking of dad. You totally need to mess with him. You should start taking out condoms from the box. Start with one, and then just keep taking more. He’ll replace them. Then when you have heaps, if he still hasn’t pulled you aside to question you about all the sex you’re having, put them all back in the drawer.”

Sarah cracked up laughing. “I can’t do that to him. He’d have a fucking heart attack.”

“You chicken! Little daddy’s girl.” Jamie teased.

“Yeah well …” She gave him the finger and he left the room laughing.

// NEXT

[kariachi]

”So, we’re gonna start today’s Martin Mystery rewatches with The Vampire Returns. Should I have listened to more of the Young Frankenstein soundtrack during lunch in preparation? Probably. But here we are instead.

I love how this show always specifies the exact time shit starts going down. For instance, in this episode, 10:32 pm CEST

~~

Good on Lady Soulsucker’s date for paying enough attention to notice when the girl he’s out with grows fangs and her eyes start glowing. You don’t see that often enough.

Aw and then she takes the daintiest bite of apple with teeth bigger than Date-Dude’s face.

I wonder how they got out without being noticed... can’t remember if the vampires in this episode can do the ‘turn to fog’ thing. Sure I’ll find out later.

~~

Diana sitting there with a book and a crowd of impressed young ladies. What are you showing them, Diana? Did you make this book yourself? Did you mother write it? I can’t think of a reason for the ooo-ing and ahh-ing going on otherwise. Either that or you managed to attract a pack of lesbians and they are trying to get in your pants.

...ya know I’m kinda all for the idea that Diana has unwittingly attracted a chunk of Torrington’s lesbian population and they are all trying to smooze in the awkward way that only a young gay can manage.

Also hello Tonio, it’s nice to see you. I’m going to have to include you in this in some way, I believe, given the location and also that this is a fic for nix.

Martin, Martin, sweetie, no. You are not getting that girl. There were actual sparkles coming off her, you don’t deserve that sort’ve quality. Plus, ya know, she sounds like your brand of nerd isn’t her style. I know the saying is “aim for the moon, if you fail you’ll land among the stars” but let’s be realistic for five seconds

Tonio can see this disaster coming from a mile away.

Amber is not having it, solidly unimpressed. I’m shocked.

You think the girls at this school ever rate the boys and just, give Martin a solid 6/10 for effort and moxie alone? “We wouldn’t date him, but at least he’s entertainingly stupid.”

Amber’s look of shock and concern at the idea of Martin enjoying studying. Like she’s about to call in the Psi Psi Psi girls and Diana, clearly their moron has fallen ill. Diana, meanwhile, is just pissed and I can’t decide whether the idea that this is because Martin is lying to get a date or because ‘has he been lying for the past our entire lives’ is funnier.

Though, given we’ll be working with witch!Martin for this it’s not like he’s lying. He just doesn’t like studying, well, anything they teach at Torrington. (Although I am still a big fan of the idea that he’s perfectly bright and just doesn’t apply himself like, at all.)

Martin don’t growl at your sister, you’ll get enough chances to in season 3.

And Amber trying to let him down easy.

~~

“Very rare, and totally irreplaceable” and you, all the way into season 2, are going to work with them, in your office, immediately after calling in Martin- known disaster and Destroyer of Projects? I swear you’d think MOM wanted her crap ruined. After a point you have no one to blame but yourself.

Martin no.

I repeat, MOM, no one to blame but yourself. Most people with an ounce of sense would stow away the shit they didn’t want destroyed when the guy who keeps destroying shit was called in.

Diana no. You’re being sent on a mission not a fucking river cruise.

~~

Introducing, the world’s scariest tunnel of love. First condoms in the water, now people going missing, this dude is just done.

Well Lady Soulsucker just fucking demolished that place didn’t she. Godsdamn, forget shutting it down because people disappeared, shut it down because it’s officially a safety hazard.

Okay, access hatch in the ceiling, that explains that.

...Okay but Martin isn’t entirely wrong with his assessment here? Something strong and nocturnal is right on the nose, and while the werewolf and half-beast-half-humanoid (and I love he uses that word specifically) hybrid guesses aren’t quite right, they aren’t far off the mark. He brought his A game today.

Diana, darling, kids playing practical jokes generally don’t leave fair rides completely demolished in their wake. That is not a normal occurrence.

Java about to eat half-consumed food off the floor like child did Diana not teach you better than that? I wouldn’t be surprised Martin didn’t but Diana?

500 year old saliva. This is the sort’ve ridiculousness I expect from this show. What, did Lady Soulsucker not swallow, spit, or brush her teeth since she escaped her coffin? Was she going around with 500 years of no brushing on her breath? Of course she’s got vampire hypnosis it’s the only way she could get a date.

Vampire goes rwar at children, flees into the sun to escape capture. Also he may need some heavier clothes, those don’t seem to be keeping the sunlight out.

~~

Martin no.

Billy making himself useful. Helping them follow the massive flashing clue that is the vampire’s clothing.

Martin slow your jock-ass down

Martin no, purple isn’t your color.

Okay, can I just say here that Lady Soulsucker looks fucking weird? She looks like a haunted porcelain doll. Or a shitty oc. Here, a theme song to go with her.

Question, why is there a surf shop in the middle of Paris? Is Paris big for surfing? A true French sport?

Oh, yeah, Simone, I forgot her name. It’s very French. Also dude chill.

Diana will not be stopped by some weird hyper-jealous dude.

She also, ya know, looks like a fucking corpse. But yeah, the reflection thing is your first clue something’s up.

He doesn’t see her, he doesn’t hear her, he doesn’t smell the 500-yo morning breath. I claiming him as an anosmiac by the way, the flag is in.

Welp. I can’t decide whether this feeding was more or less extreme than the last one. I mean, this time was pretty fucking hardcore, but last time she demolished an entire fair ride.

Simone, sweetie, have you considered that if you are looking for a specific guy maybe, just maybe, the way to go about it isn’t to just eat whatever random dude happens to be within hypnotizing range? Just a thought?

“He needs help, I’m going in” Martin says right after watching a guy get eaten by a vampire, proving that while he may not be the moron we deserve, he’s the moron we need. Diana, on the other hand, is a voice of reason and doesn’t deserve this shit.

Lucky those clothes were there to break your fall, Martin.

Martin, after dropping from the ceiling into a vampire’s feeding ground, alone: Don’t make me fuck your shit up! Simone, seeing this: Oh yay it’s my moron! Speak of the devil!

Am I saying Gerard was probably just as much an impulsive dumbshit as his great-x-grandson? Yes. Yes I am.

“Clever, and brave.” And a complete moron of a dork. “Just like my Gerard.”

“And just as handsome” it’s nice to see the looks keep in that family? I don’t believe Gerard got the floaty hair though, but his hair looked stupid so really Martin has the advantage there.

Vampire minions are strong, holding back Java with one hand.

Vampire true love is apparently very sparky.

Well Diana, at least you saved the watch.

~~

Martin gets abducted by vampires, Billy immediately must run to the scene.

I’d be impressed with your strength, Java, if those doors hadn’t looked 70% fallen in before you got to them. You could’ve probably gotten the same result from a hearty cough on them.

Gerard=Martin w/o floaty hair or modern fashion. Don’t know why the portrait is in black in white.

You’d think Billy could’ve taken the thirty seconds to read a brief overview about the woman while he waited for Diana and Java, but no.

No wonder Gerard looks weird, there’s not even a splash of warm color in that outfit. And warm tones don’t do Simone any favors. Coordinate your fashion better, people, you’re vampires for fuck’s sake! What would Mike say!

How do we know about genes from a 15th century vampire? Also I note she says ‘relative’ and not ‘descendant’, but I’m not in the mood to dig into that.

Billy you are literally a galactic conqueror, but your big boy underwear on and get in the basement.

Let’s be real, Diana, that’s just a sibling thing. You go into horrible places to save them so you can give them hell about making you go to a horrible place to save them.

How many minions has Simone gotten together? Like, the clan hasn’t been renewed yet, so... When did she get the time? It’s been like 24 hours

Okay, that explains new guy A, what about B and C over there, who look like they stepped out of Robin Hood? where they sealed in with you? Is this the old crew?

Simone, queen of the night and motivational speeches.

Martin you can’t just call on a specific guy, poor thing probably had a heart attack. “Fuck, my Lady’s new consort has beef, fuckfuckfuck” but no, you just want some fucking fries. And Simone is fucking loving it.

~~

Okay, so we know some of them sleep upside down.

It’s nice to see vampires can still be active sleepers.

Hissy vampires on all fours

Vampire!Martin is perfectly fine with being an evil trophy husband

Vampire!Martin standing there like “yeah, you rule the underworld, babe, rocking it!”

~~

“Do you know how much grief I’ll get at Torrington if my stepbrother comes back a vampire?” Would it really be that much more than you get just for having him as a stepbrother in the first place?

A vampire lord consort and yet still, at heart, an annoying brother

Simone: Get me back my fucking moron and we’re all screwed!

Tell me that’s like, Diana or Java’s dirty sock because I’m fairly certain even Martin doesn’t deserve to have his own stuffed in his mouth

And Simone becomes a massive fucking bat beast. Fur, muzzle, little winglet-dealies, big ears, big teeth, no tail...

Okay, yeah, Java’s sock, cool

Those are some seriously dirty windows. Or, well, were.

Sunlight burns everybody but also burns Simone to fucking ash right quick. Which then removes the curse on her victims.

Also I wanna know more about this apparent vampire gene. It is of much interest, especially given next episode will be dealing with werewolves and in some folklore werewolves when killed become vampires, so...

~~

Martin. No.

Amber really. Either you were setting him up or you yourself are dense as teak.

Oh Martin... stick with spies and monsters, honey

[rachello344]

I’m going to tell you all a story. I don’t really know who all will see this, but I think it’s important for me to make my position and my history clear, so I’m going to write it out anyway.  This will probably have some level of TMI, so your mileage may vary, but I don’t want to censor myself for this.  Includes frank discussions of sexuality, sex ed, etc. so it’s relatively NSFW.  Nothing especially graphic, but again, ymmv

This is... much longer than I meant it to be, so tl;dr: Fiction is meant to be a place to explore.  Being afraid of sexuality or intimidated by it is normal, but trying to control the people around you because of that is not.  The only person whose sexuality is your business is your own, and potentially your partner(s)’.  Policing the sexuality of other people will not give you anything more than the illusion of control.  Illusions, however nice, don’t generally last long.  Be kind to others, and be kind to yourself.

I started reading fanfiction when I was 12 or 13, which I think is about the average.  Everyone around me was starting to talk about dating and the like, and I wanted to figure out what they were talking about without asking anyone I knew.  As an avid reader, the only way I knew how to get contextualized information was through stories.  So I did what I think a lot of kids online inevitably do:  I looked up stories about sex and romance.  The site I was using at the time was DeviantART.

Any of you who have used the site are probably recoiling right now, as you should be.  I have seen so many terrible things written in fiction from such a young age that a lot of the stuff people complain about here seem legitimately tame.  But that’s not the point.  The point is, I was a curious kid looking for answers, and I turned to stories to find them.

I started with original fiction.  Imagine that.  A 13 year old girl online reading effectively hentai-style fiction about OCs she had no connection with.  I learned about my body through badly written dA hentai fic.  I figured out things that felt good.  I experimented quietly when my family left for my brother’s baseball games.  And then, at some point, I found my first fanfiction.

I’d technically written fanfiction of Sonic characters when I was 8 or 9, but they were all just fairy tales with Sonic and Amy as the leads.  I didn’t start with Sonic fanfiction, though.  No, the first fanfiction I remember reading was Naruto.  It was a badwrong Uchiha-cest fic.  I was probably 13 at this point.  I’d never watched Naruto, but I absolutely knew that those characters were related.  Morbidly curious, reluctantly fascinated, I read the fic.

It was short, but it was definitely hot, to my 13 year old standards.  I mean, most things were.  I was 13.  I didn’t exactly have standards.  And then I realized:  If this exists, shouldn’t there be stories with characters I actually know?  Granted, I still read SasuNaruSasu fic because it was SO easy to find--I preferred Naruto topping at the time, but now I’d go back and forth, I think, I just hated the characterization of bottom!Naruto--but I also discovered slash for things I actually knew.  Sonadow was a revelation.

It does not escape me that I got my start in fanfiction reading incest and furry porn, btw.  I mentioned earlier that I was curious, and that was my driving force.  I wanted to see where the limits were.  I would read anything.  And then once I figured out the tags, I could look for the things I liked and avoid the things I didn’t.  I didn’t much care for a lot of things where romance was concerned, but for a PWP those limits evaporated like rain in the desert.  And through this process, I developed standards.  Things I will read, things I won’t, writing styles I prefer, things that I won’t read no matter how well written, writing unskilled enough that I wouldn’t touch it regardless of the kink depicted.  And on and on and on.

I feel like it bears mentioning that the demographic of my junior high and high school was predominantly Mormon and Fundamentalist.  Not all, but a significant number.  We were mostly white, mostly well-off.  I was in as much of a bubble as I could be.  But that meant that until my friends started coming out in high school, I didn’t know any queer people IRL.  I had one friend, Avery, who told me she was Bi in eighth grade, but until about tenth grade, she was the only one who’d told me.

Our sex ed was abstinence only.  Heteronormative and absolutely the kind of thing that we all speak out against.  There were no websites that I could find with reliable info.  I was using google image searches to figure out what genitalia looked like, and I wish I were kidding.  All I’d ever seen was stuff with diseases and sores.  I was told that a girl who has a lot of sex is like an old pair of gym shoes.  I was told that boys will be boys.  I was not told that boys could love boys or girls could love girls.  I was told “Just say no,” instead of any kind of way to tell when it was safe for me to say Yes.

Luckily I wasn’t interested in sex for me, personally.  I was interested in it intellectually.  I wanted to know how it worked, why people chose to do it, what it might feel like, what kinds of sex you could have.  I was arming myself with knowledge in case I ever needed it.

When I was 15, I stumbled on a kinkster’s blog.  She was a writer, and she specialized in BDSM practices and culture, specifically in explaining it to the uninitiated.  I was too young to be there, but the information I got was invaluable.  Again, scarleteen might have existed?  But I’d certainly never found it.  This was the first time I saw someone talking about consent, about condoms and dental dams, about safe words.

It was life changing.  I read her blog avidly.  I spent about three weeks there, researching BDSM.  When I found something that seemed interesting, I’d return to deviantART to see if I could find it in story form.  I’d google terms I wasn’t familiar with or cross check online.  I googled so many things that it’s lucky that my parents let me have my own computer (an old desktop from my dad’s boss).  It’s even luckier that my parents generally let me have free reign.

When I was 17, I found the word Asexual.  It was the best word I’d seen for how I was feeling.  Sex positive asexual.  “It would be fine if it happened, but chastity isn’t exactly a punishment.”  I could make do on my own without much trouble, and I didn’t really like any boys.  Not like that.  (Whether or not I ever liked girls, I’m still trying to puzzle out.)

What I’m trying to say is that my best online experiences were via kinksters.  Fic at the time did NOT go into safer sex details.  They were either implied, glossed over, or outright ignored.  Fantasy doesn’t need to jive with reality, so it’s hardly wrong of them to ignore it.  But that information was truly incredible to me.

And I know I’m an odd case.  Someone who’d never felt sexual attraction to her knowledge researching every kind of sex under the sun sounds strange, I know.  But I’ve always been a researcher.  When I come across something I don’t understand, I look it up.

I guess, the point I was trying to make is that... for me, without all the “bad” erotica and porn, without kinksters, without slash ships, I never would have figured things out for myself.  I had no sexual education to speak of, no context for anything I did no, no one to talk to, and I definitely didn’t have any queer role models or examples in media or in my real life.  The first time I met a lesbian was when I was 13; she was my gym teacher.  And she was the absolute first queer person I ever knew about.  And until college, I’d never met another queer adult that I knew of.  Never.

We had a gay straight alliance in high school, but I didn’t want to get involved.  The cultural climate wasn’t outright homophobic, but I’d learned to keep my head down for being “too much” a feminist.  Like hell was I going to put a target on my back.  I doubt I would have been bullied--no one had come after me yet--but I didn’t really want to tempt fate either.  I stood up for the people around me, and I called it good.

When I hear people say “Kink is unhealthy and glorifies abuse” I think back on my sex ed, on learning that women who sleep around are dirty.  I think about the first time I ever even heard about consent being on a blog about a woman who loved BDSM.  When I hear people say “X fic trope condones Y behavior” I think back on the absolute sewage that I was reading as a young teen.  It’s safe to say that I’ve read just about every kink there is.  I read vore on accident by the time I was 15.  And I didn’t even remember it until I had a visceral flashback to it about a year ago when the jokes first started getting popular.  And despite all of the abuse and rape and badwrong incestuous fic that I’ve read, never once have I knowingly harmed another person.  And that makes the arguments feel a little odd.  Like “violent video games make teens more violent,” the argument that violent erotica and porn makes teens more violent is absurd.

So, for those of you still reading, if you promote anti-shipping or kink critical anything, I think you should look at it a little more closely.  Do some more reading on the other side, within your limits.  Do your own research and figure out where you stand.  I know that sex can be intimidating and scary, especially when you’re young, but something can be scary without being harmful.  Only you know your limits, but there are plenty of places to do research that have reliable information.  I’d be happy to help you find them.  For general sex ed, scarleteen is definitely my go-to.

Policing other people’s sexualities is not the way to make things feel safe again.  I know it seems like a suitable answer, and it makes you feel like you have power and safety, but think about how you feel when people tell you what you are and aren’t allowed to like or do or feel.  Think about how you feel when people accuse you of all kinds of things simply because your views are different.  That’s what anti-culture is doing.  And just because you don’t agree with someone doesn’t mean you have the right to tell them how to feel or how to think.  Because that opens the door to them returning the favor.

“But incest--”  “But CGL--”  “But--”  No.  It doesn’t matter.  If you know it isn’t for you, then avoid it.  That’s the end of it.  Do I think some things are weird or even kinda gross?  Sure.  But that doesn’t mean no one is allowed to like those things.  If that was the case, no one would be allowed to write fic where people have sex in a kitchen or otherwise involve food in the process.  That squicks me out, but that doesn’t mean people don’t want to get off to it.  I avoid the tag and move on.  Don’t waste your time on things you don’t like.  Period.

Life is too short to waste your time on things that turn you off.  That’s time better spent finding the things that turn you on.  And hey, tastes change.  Maybe someday I’ll decide I want to read people having sticky food sex (doubtful).  Maybe someday I’ll decide that I cannot read another tentacle fic ever again (unlikely).  I won’t know until that day does (or doesn’t) come.  But I’m not gonna waste energy worrying about what other people think about my fantasies.  They’re no one’s business but my own, and theoretically a future sex partner should I find one.

Fiction is for exploration, so explore!  Find ways to keep yourself safe.  Figure out what you need to avoid, and how to do it.  Find the things you want to read and read them.  Consume the media you want to consume.  And if anyone bullies you for it or tries to make you feel bad, you block their ass on sight.  They don’t deserve even a second more of your time.

[worryinglyinnocent]

Fic: What Comes After (12/18)

Summary: Dead Like Me AU. After Belle French loses her life in an accident, she finds out that she has been recruited to join the ranks of the Grim Reapers, helping souls pass on. It’s a huge upheaval to deal with, but her fellow reapers are there to help her out, especially head reaper Gold.

Who says you can’t find love after life?

Rated: E for Explicit. 

Please note that the rating has gone up from previous chapters!

[One] [Two] [Three] [Four] [Five] [Six] [Seven] [Eight] [Nine] [Ten] [Eleven] [AO3]

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Twelve

Belle would admit to feeling a little bit giddy as well as a little bit nervous, and she wondered how much of her nervousness and giddiness was down to the weather. Summer had finally come to Storybrooke, and with the increased heat had come an increased sense of liberation and lowered inhibitions.

She had been astonished when she’d walked into the diner that morning in the middle of her rounds in order to collect her post-its for the day and had seen Gold not only not wearing his jacket, but also not wearing his tie or waistcoat. Even as the weather had been getting steadily warmer over the past couple of months, she had never seen him looking anything less than immaculate in his three-piece suit and tie in public. She’d seen him without his jacket when he was in the back room of the shop, or when he was in his own home, but she’d never seen him wearing this few layers.

For a while she had been working on the principle that perhaps, having been dead for as long as he had, the outside temperature of the world didn’t affect him, but since all of the other reapers, herself included, had been complaining about the heat for the past week, she’d come to the conclusion that he was just strange.

Now though, he had proved that he was just as human as the rest of them.

“Darling!” Ella exclaimed as she came in. “Whatever has come over you? You’re practically naked!”

This rather loud statement attracted the attention of everyone in the diner, and Gold sighed, rubbing his forehead and holding out Ella’s post-it for her.

“Thank you, Ella, for that wonderful start to the morning,” he said. “We’re not at all inconspicuous now.”

“Gold, we sit here every morning discussing death and receiving cryptic post-it notes; we couldn’t be more suspicious if we tried,” Ella said happily, squeezing into the booth next to David, who was trying very hard not to laugh at her antics, knowing that Gold wouldn’t appreciate it. Belle, on the other hand, focussed intently on her fruit salad and refused to meet the eyes of anyone else around the table. The idea of Gold being practically naked was one that she’d been revisiting an awful lot over the last couple of months of their being together, and now that the weather was warmer, and her blood was warmer with it, she found herself revisiting it even more frequently, usually in the dead of night in the company of her vibrator.

Tonight, though, Belle thought that perhaps heady daydreams might finally become reality. Gold had invited her over for dinner, which was not in and of itself an invitation for something more. They had both cooked for each other on several occasions over the last few weeks of their relationship, and whilst there was usually kissing involved at some point during the evening, there had never been any intimation of going any further than that.

Except today, Belle had decided that she was going to take matters into her own hands, literally if necessary. She’d been reading all the signals, and she thought that the time was right to make her move. Their kisses had been getting much more heated recently, and hands had been wandering from the more chaste positions that they had started in. If they were in Gold’s house, in his domain, then perhaps he would be more comfortable with taking the next step that she was sure they both wanted.

“Belle?”

Belle finally tuned back into the conversation in the diner to find that Gold and Ella had left, evidently having been unable to penetrate her daydream to say goodbye, and David was on the point of going as well. He was wearing a wry smile, and just gave her a wink as he left his money on the table for Granny and went out of the diner.

Belle just groaned, resting her head on the counter.

“What’s up, Belle?” Mulan asked. “You’ve been distracted the entire time you’ve been here, and you didn’t look at Gold once. Has something happened between you two?”

Belle shook her head quickly. “No, no, everything’s going smoothly. Nothing’s happened.” She paused. She could trust Mulan with her relationship worries. The only other person she’d ever had to talk about them was Ruby, who, although present at Dorothy’s apartment ever more frequently, was still off the menu.

“I sense a ‘but’.” Mulan gave her a knowing look. “Come on. Out with it. Unburden all your frustrations on me, whatever they might be.”

“Well, I think in a way, it might be the fact that nothing’s happened that’s the problem, if you get my drift.”

Mulan nodded. “I understand all right. There’s an itch that you really want to scratch with him, but you don’t think he’s interested in scratching it?”

“Oh no, I think he’s interested,” Belle said. “I just don’t think that he’s going to act on that interest without persuasion.”

“Well, he is nearly one hundred and fifty years old, so it’s probably not that surprising that he still has some Victorian values kicking about in there. There’s only so much that you can move with the times.” Mulan grinned. “But if you think that he needs persuasion, then I don’t see why you shouldn’t try and persuade him. It might be fun.”

Belle bit her lip, thinking about the forthcoming date that evening and wondering exactly how to go about it. She’d never really planned a seduction before; with her previous boyfriends, the bedroom stage had just happened by mutual agreement after a few dates.

“What if it goes wrong though? I’ll be at his house, and I don’t really want to have to do the walk of shame before anything’s even happened.”

“Well, if it does all go wrong, all you have to do is call me and I’ll come to your aid, and we can moan about the obtuseness of men together.”

“Mulan, you’re a lesbian.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t have experience when it comes to the obtuseness of men. The difference is that mine is usually because I don’t want them to sleep with me.”

Belle laughed. “All right. If it all goes pear-shaped, you can be my knight in shining armour.”

“You’ll be fine. If you both want it then it’ll happen, even if it does take a little while. You’ve got to take these opportunities when you can get them.”

Belle gave Mulan a sage look; her friend was looking rather excited and she didn’t think that it was down to the hopefully imminent rekindling of Belle’s sex life.

“Is there some news I was not aware of?” she asked.

Mulan nodded.

“Merida’s got some time off and she’s coming over. Gold’s agreed to let me have a couple of days without reaps so we can spend some uninterrupted time together. It’s going to be a weekend of sex and whisky and jokes about bears and I can’t wait.”

“That’s great news, Mulan, I’m really happy for you.” Belle didn’t question the jokes about bears.

“I know. Now all we have to do is get you and Gold on the right track as well, and everyone will be well satisfied.”

Belle smiled, but Mulan made it sound so easy.

X

It was almost time to go, and Belle had been pacing up and down her bedroom for over an hour, wondering what to wear. She’d changed her outfit about three times and she was still second-guessing her underwear. In the end she’d decided on a light blue dress as a concession to the heat, and pale cream underwear that she felt comfortable in. There was no use in her wearing red satin and lace if she was going to be turning bright crimson herself as soon as he saw it. If she was going to be taking the lead in this next stage of their relationship, then she needed to be able to do that and not wonder about what he thought of her underwear.

She was going to be thinking about that anyway, no matter what she wore, but at least in this familiar set she’d be happier and more confident in herself.

It was time to go. She grabbed her purse, checked that there were condoms in there, although, could she get pregnant or carry venereal diseases if she was technically dead? Well, better safe than sorry; that wasn’t a conversation that she wanted to be having with Gold in the heat of the moment. They could discuss that after the fact once the deed had been done and she wasn’t quite as nervous about instigating the whole thing.

God, she wanted him so much, that wasn’t the problem. She’d been thinking about sleeping with him for weeks now. It wasn’t the act itself that was making her nervous. It was how to get to the act in the first place. If she could just flip a switch and have both of them naked and falling into bed together then life would be much easier.

Belle left the apartment and walked the few blocks out of the town centre towards the suburbs and Gold’s house. It was one of those buildings that she’d passed often in her post rounds and never knew who lived there, a house with obvious history and character, standing alone and quite distinct from the other houses around it. When she’d found out that Gold lived in this very house, she’d immediately showered him with questions about it and they’d spent the entirety of the evening just talking about the sprawling salmon pink place he called home.

She took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. Would he know that she was planning to seduce him? Would he be receptive to her efforts if he did?

Gold was still looking casual when he opened the door; even more casual than he had been in the diner. His usual dress shirt had been switched for a more casual linen one and he was wearing jeans. Belle had never thought about Gold wearing jeans before. She’d become so used to seeing him wearing suits that she didn’t think he even owned a pair of jeans, and it took her several seconds of staring at him to realise that they were still standing in the doorway and she hadn’t actually said hello yet.

“Hi,” she managed eventually.

Gold chuckled. “I know, it’s the jeans, they throw everyone the first time.”

“I just… You’re always so attached to your suits,” Belle said as she stepped inside and he closed the door after her. “Don’t get me wrong, you look good in your suits. You look good not in your suits too. I mean, you look good now,” she added hastily, not wanting him to get the wrong impression even if that was exactly what she was trying to lead up to later. No sense in running before she could walk, and right now walking was proving a challenge when she was transfixed by Gold’s arse in his denim. Good grief, how was she ever going to get through dinner like this?

She took a deep breath to compose herself and followed him through to the kitchen. Chicken was sizzling on the stove and there was a large salad bowl on the side that he was chopping spring onions into.

“I didn’t think we’d want anything too heavy,” he said. “It’s so warm out; turning the oven on would just make us roast in here as well.”

Belle accepted the glass of wine that he offered her and sat down at the table, watching as he finished up the meal. She supposed that his cooking prowess came from so many more years of experience having to fend for himself than she had. And having to fend for Ella, if the tales of her kitchen disasters were to be believed.

“You should wear jeans more often,” she commented. “We never see you out and about looking casual. I think it would help with the PR, you know. You’re the only grim reaper who always actually looks the part in your dark suits.”

Gold shrugged. “It’s a throwback to pawnbroking,” he said. “I don’t get as much custom in that area as I used to, I mainly just deal antiques now, but it used to be very lucrative. As a pawnbroker I always used to dress in the best I could afford. It gives people confidence that you have the money that they need so desperately. Besides. I like wearing suits. Just like you like wearing your high heels.”

Belle looked down at her feet, encased in strappy silver sandals with a four-inch heel.

“I guess so. I don’t get to wear them for work, though.”

Although delivering the mail was always intended to be a temporary job until she could get on her feet and find something else, Belle had found it so useful when going about her reaps that she didn’t want to quit now. It was hard work a lot of the time and she was out in all weathers, but she found that she really didn’t mind it, and being out in the early mornings before the rest of the world was awake, seeing the town wake up around her, had given her a brand-new appreciation for this second chance at life.

“Yes. I think that people might have to double-take at a post lady going around on her bike wearing stilettos.”

The chicken was done, and Gold brought the food over to the table. The kitchen was a cosy place, perhaps a little too warm to be eating in there in the summer, but Belle liked the intimate atmosphere. Hopefully it would lead to even more intimate things a little down the line.

Once he’d finished eating, Gold sat back in his chair, running a hand through his hair and letting out a long breath.

“Shall we move to the living room for dessert?” he asked. “I think it might be cooler in there, it doesn’t get as much sun in it during the day.”

Belle was happy to oblige. The living room was far more suited to what she had in mind anyway.

Dessert was a strawberry cheesecake with ice-cream. For all he was generally good in the kitchen, Gold was terrible with desserts and always went for store-bought, which was fine in Belle’s book. As long as it had sugar in it and tasted good, then she was happy with it, and a small part of her did enjoy having something that she was better at than him despite him having been around for so much longer than her. He had always been incredibly appreciative of her baking skills whenever he had been round for a meal at her place, and the memory of his compliments made her smile.

She kept stealing little glances at him as they ate, wondering if his mind was going in the same direction as hers was. This was different for them, it was something new. They were eating in the living room as the sun went down, and Gold was the most casual and relaxed that she had ever seen him. She felt like she had been let into some kind of inner sanctum, and she hoped that meant what she thought it did. She hoped that it was an invitation to get a little bit further into that sanctum. Maybe to the upstairs.

He’d given her a full tour of the house when she’d asked for it that first time she had come over, but this was a different matter.

It was time to test the water. Belle put down her empty bowl and slid a little closer to him on the sofa.

“That was delicious, thank you,” she said. “It’s been a wonderful evening altogether.”

There was something that could make it even more wonderful, but Belle didn’t say that just yet. She waited for Gold to put down his wine glass before going in for a kiss. He accepted her readily, hands splaying over her back to pull her in closer. They’d come this far before, and now it was time to see if they could go any further.

“It has been wonderful,” Gold agreed once they finally broke away. He licked his lips where they had touched Belle’s, and she could see that his eyes were bright with some kind of unspoken desire. The next thing would be to see if she could actually get him to speak it.

“It doesn’t have to end yet, though,” Belle said. She kissed him again and he surrendered into it, almost melting into her embrace. If he kissed her like this all over, then she would die and go to heaven. “I mean, I don’t have to go home just yet,” she added. “In fact, I don’t have to go home tonight at all. It’s not like I have to be up early to do my post round in the morning.”

For a long moment, Gold didn’t react, and Belle wondered if she had been picking up the wrong vibes from him and this wasn’t going in the direction she thought it had been. Had she been too obvious? Not obvious enough?

“I don’t want tonight to end either,” he said eventually. “Would you like to stay the night? Here? With me? I mean, actually with me.” There was hope in his voice, but he looked so sweetly unsure, as if he couldn’t quite dare to hope that this evening was going in the direction he had hoped for.

Belle nodded eagerly. “I would love to stay,” she said. “I, erm, I may have brought my toothbrush with me.”

Gold laughed, and he pulled her in close for another kiss. There was nothing reserved in this kiss. It was clear that he wasn’t holding back at all. He wanted this just as much as she did, he just hadn’t had any real idea how to go about initiating it. Belle pressed in closer, scrabbling into his lap so that she could snuggle closer into his chest. Now that she was here, in this position, and she could feel the heat flooding through her veins and pooling between her thighs, she realised just how long it had been since she had last been this intimate with another person. She wondered how long it would have been for Gold. If she had been the first woman he’d dated throughout his afterlife, then she doubted that he would have gone any further with anyone, especially not if his unsureness around this encounter was anything to go by.

She let him up for air and smiled at his dumbstruck expression for a moment before diving back in. She wanted to show him just how much she wanted this. She didn’t want him to have any doubts or second guess himself at all. It had taken them long enough to start dating in the first place, and now that she was so close to what she wanted and what she needed, she wasn’t going to let awkwardness or old-fashioned formalities get in the way.

Shifting in his lap, she could feel his erection beginning to stir, and he broke away.

“Should we go upstairs?” he suggested.

Belle nodded, sliding off his lap and holding out a hand to pull him up off the sofa. The dirty dishes could wait, but she grabbed the wine bottle and Gold brought the glasses, following her up the stairs then showing her into his bedroom.

It was a beautiful room, all expensive drapes and dark wood, and she certainly could not say that the décor did not suit his usual mode of dress and sardonic personality, but all the same, he didn’t look all that at home in it right now, hovering in the doorway as she looked around.

“Are you all right?” she asked, going over and slipping her arms around his middle. Gold nodded.

“I’m just… I suppose I’m just a little nervous, that’s all.” He sighed, resting his forehead against hers in a little nudge of intimacy and trust that made Belle’s heart melt for him afresh. “It’s been a very long time since I’ve done this, Belle, and I really don’t want to let you down.”

“I’m sure that you won’t. I just want to be with you. That’s all I want. I don’t want the moon and the stars. I just want you, Alistair.”

“Then you shall have me, Belle.”

He kissed her again, walking her backwards slowly until she hit the foot of the bed and she kicked her shoes off, getting onto the bed and shuffling up until she could lay back against the pillows, beckoning him in closer to her. He followed with a smile, capturing her lips again as she pulled him down against the bedcovers with her, sinking into the plush cushions.

“I’m glad you’re not wearing your usual suit today,” Belle said, her fingers coming to the buttons of his shirt and beginning to slip each one through its hole. “It would have taken years to get you out of all your layers.”

Gold chuckled and sat up to let her push the shirt from his shoulders, her hands mapping his slim chest. There was a self-consciousness in his expression that Belle just wanted to kiss away, and she twisted to show the zipper of her dress.

“Would you do the honours?”

“Most certainly.”

He needed help with her bra fastening, but once Belle was topless as well, grabbing his hands and pushing her breasts up into his palms, he seemed to gain in confidence, and the rest of their clothes were discarded into the heap on the floor in short order afterwards.

“I brought condoms,” Belle said, punctuating her words with kisses. “I didn’t know whether we’d need them. Do things like that affect us?”

Gold shook his head. “No, we don’t need them. Unless you want to use one, of course. I don’t mind.”

“No, I’m all right. I just wanted to check. I’m glad we don’t need one.” She eyed his cock, standing to eager attention, and Belle could feel the heat rising between her legs as she welcomed him between her thighs.

“Oh Belle…” Gold’s voice was practically reverent as he smoothed her tousled curls out of her face, resting his forehead against hers. “Belle, sweetheart…”

“Yes,” Belle breathed. “Come on inside, Alistair. I want you inside me.” She was so hot, so desperate to be touched and to release the tension that was thrumming through her veins, and she groaned with anticipation as Gold nodded, reaching down to line up with her entrance and pressing into her slowly. His movements were unsure, and Belle nudged his thigh with her foot to get him to go a little deeper.

“You won’t hurt me, you know,” she said. “You can go a little harder.”

Gold nodded. “I know. I just want to savour the moment.”

Belle kissed him then, her tongue exploring his mouth and tasting every inch, and finally he began to thrust and give her the wonderful friction that she needed. He felt so good inside, just what she wanted, and she brought her legs around his back to bring him in closer, as close as she could get him.

“Belle, I can’t last, I can’t hold it…”

“Then don’t.”

She felt the rush of heat inside her as he came, his face buried in her shoulder and her name a whisper on his lips, and Belle closed her eyes with a smile. She hadn’t come, but she wouldn’t have traded this moment of togetherness for the world.

“Are you all right?” Gold asked, pulling out and rolling onto his side as he began to soften. He brought one hand to her breast, rubbing a thumb over her nipple.

“I’m perfect.”

“Even though you didn’t…”

“You made me feel good, Alistair, that’s all that matters.” She didn’t ever want him to stop touching her, or to move from his arms. He trailed his hands down from her breasts to cup her bottom, kneading her ass cheeks a little, and Belle pressed in close against him.

“Just hold me, Alistair.”

“Oh Belle, sweetheart, I’ll never let you go.”

They stayed cuddled close in the moonlight, exchanging soft kisses and caresses until Belle felt sleep overtake her, still smiling at the moment they had shared; the first of hopefully many more to come.

[rwbyremnants]

THIS CHAPTER: analingus, anal fingering, handjob, sixty-nine, anal sex, foot-worship, masturbation, and sad feels.

NOTES: ONE MORE CHAPTER after this! A little epilogue to tie things up, I hope you’re ready! By the way, I added a little bit of art to chapter 18. It’s not MY art, but I came across it and thought it suited this fic so well (especially chapter 18) that I asked the original artist if I could use it here and she gave permission!

=Chapter 20

By the time the patriarch of the Xiao Long household got home, they had enough of their dirty jokes and dirtier deeds out of their systems that they could relax around him and just enjoy more normal family time. He surprised them by taking them out instead of waiting for Summer to fix dinner - which was good that he brought it up when he did, because she had just gotten out some ground beef to defrost and could simply put it back in the fridge. They had a nice time at the restaurant, and the parents got just drunk enough that they sloppily kissed just long enough to gross out their children.

There: now Yang had a solid memory to use whenever Summer started looking “too good” again. Maybe they could go back to keeping things familial.

After that, her remaining time in California seemed to fly by. They played some more video games, and Yang started to get a little better. She didn’t have the brainspace to figure out how to set up a fancy computer like Ruby had, but said she might look into an Xbox. Though Ruby muttered something about “PC Master Race”, clearly she was happy that they could share interests; she even said she’d get the same console if Yang did so they could game together. They also watched an anime together about two lesbians, though one of them turned into a sword and that confused Yang enough that she had trouble keeping up with the plot from that point on. The rest of their time seemed to mostly be taken up hanging out with family, going to the beach, and generally lazing around.

And fucking, of course. The strap-on didn’t get used right away, because even though Ruby wore it and started to poke Yang with the tip, they both got a little too nervous, so they ended up going back to their usual methods of pleasure. There were a lot of quick handjobs and blowjobs, and usually Yang would end up making out with Ruby while she tended her own needs since that was how she was most comfortable. That was getting to feel like less of a disappointment, too; if it made Ruby happy, it made Yang happy.

Toward the end, they went to Universal Studios because Ruby really wanted to do the Harry Potter thing. Yang was less interested, though she had seen the movies and liked them well enough, but she got caught up in Ruby’s excitement enough that they both bought wands and were waving them around all over the park. Every ride was ridden, every shop was shopped. Taiyang got a Gryffindor tie that he swore he would actually wear sometimes, Summer a Pygmy Puff because she said it was cute, and Ruby bought fake Harry glasses and asked if they made her look cute; Yang’s blushing gave away her answer. They all drank way too much butterbeer. Of course, Ruby wanted a real wizarding robe but it was way too expensive, so she had to do without.

And the time for her to fly back to the other coast got closer. Yang felt it closing like a vice around her heart, but she couldn’t bring herself to feel sad or upset; not while she was still with Ruby. It was more like knowing there was an annoying appointment coming up and trying not to think too hard about it because she was too busy having fun in the here and now.

Until the last night. Everything was going fine until Ruby pulled back from Yang’s lips to sniffle.

“What’s wrong?” she whispered, brow creasing.

“I don’t want you to go,” she told her simply, lip trembling. When Yang sighed, she ducked her head, “Yeah, I know. Sorry.”

“I don’t want to go, either. But it’s not forever; we’re sisters, right? Nothing’s gonna keep us apart.”

A glum little nod. When she felt Yang move to get off her, she pulled her in closer. “No, don’t go.”

“But I’m hard as a rock,” Yang half-snorted, her smile as sad as Ruby’s eyes. “I should get off you.”

“Nah. I, um…” She fidgeted. After a second or two, she chanced a small smile up at her in the dimly-lit room. “Can… we try that thing?”

“What thing?” Then she gulped. “Oh. The strap-on? Well… I still don’t know if I can-”

“Not that. Well, yes that, but not…” At Yang’s questioning look, she forced herself to go on, “Remember what we started to try in the shower that time, and it wouldn’t fit? I, um… I k-keep thinking about that. And, um, I think we should try it again.”

Pulling back to gaze down at her, Yang blinked a few times before she asked, “Really? Why? I mean, um, I kinda figured… well, wouldn’t it feel better in your pussy? Besides, I thought you bought that thing for my ass.”

Her expression turned into a shy smile. “Maybe… I’m just not quite ready for me to totally, um, ‘top’ you. But you in my ass? I can tell you’ve been thinking about it.”

“What? How could you possibly tell that?”

“You keep eating it out,” she accused, and Yang laughed. “And it feels so good… which I know is weird, since I’m a cis-chick and there’s no prostate back there for you to poke, but like… you doing that to my vag is just way too sensitive somehow. I dunno. With my ass, it’s just the right level of sensitive that I can enjoy it. And yeah, I know I’m weird.”

“You are,” Yang confirmed, making Ruby slap her arm as she giggled. “Okay, okay. We’re both weird. And… I love your ass, but I don’t wanna hurt it. Are you sure you’re ready to try this?”

She was. They kissed a little more, and Yang felt her arousal swelling at the thought of taking Ruby in that way. Why did she want to try it so bad when it was basically just a little different from her mouth or her cunt? Probably simply because it was new, and it was such a sweet, tiny little opening; that made it more forbidden, more tantallising.

“Alright,” she whispered when she pulled back, licking her lips. “I’ll get the condom.” But then Ruby shook her head. “I… won’t get the condom?”

“I just want you in there,” she whispered.

“But… are you sure?”

“Hey, I’ll wash you off afterward. I promise. Thing is…” Biting her lip, she bent down to swirl her tongue around Yang’s head, earning a soft sigh. “I want to feel just you. And I can’t do that in the front, so I figure… with enough lube…”

That was all the incentive Yang needed. Ruby got the lube while Yang shucked out of the rest of her clothes, then practically tore Ruby’s off her body, earning a few giggles of amusement at how excited they both were. Not that it was uncommon between them. Luckily for both of them, they had gone to the beach again that day and showered (separately) when they got back home, so all parts were quite clean.

“So I’m gonna warm you up a little more first,” she whispered as she went down to spread her thighs, kissing one of her cheeks. “Don’t fart in my face.”

“That was one time,” she sighed. But then the sigh turned into an “Mmmhh” as she relaxed into the feeling of Yang’s tongue there, which was a night and day difference between how nervous she had been about it when they first tried that. She was opening up easier, as well, and Yang was able to work her tongue in there in no time. “Ohhh, Yang…”

When she pulled back and replaced the tongue with her index finger, she noticed Ruby was glistening with wetness. But she had learned not to take that as license to pounce; when she tried, even just kissing a little to see if she was interested, Ruby looked equal parts aroused and uncomfortable, so she stopped trying unless Ruby requested she tease her there.

“You’re super into my butt,” she breathed with a shaky smile, rolling her hips from side to side slightly against the invading digit.

“Yep. Aaaand you like doing this to me, too, I noticed.”

Giggling breathlessly, she whispered, “God, yeah! Just… wish I could do the tongue thing. I’m working on it! In fact…” Her hand flailed a little toward Yang. “Can I… you can keep doing that while sitting on my face, right?”

“What?” But Ruby looked like she was serious. “Okay, I… w-well, if you really wanna…”

So they arranged themselves into a sixty-nine, Ruby’s hands coming up to grip her hips as she began to edge toward Yang’s hindquarters. The squirming was still clearly skittish, and every time Ruby started to get closer, she could feel the muscles clenching around her finger.

“What is it?” she panted.

“It… smells.” They both giggled, and Ruby petted up and down her thigh. “Not that bad really, just like, I’m not used to getting my nose all up in it. How can you stand that on me?”

“Doesn’t bother me at all. Your butt’s usually pretty clean.”

“Oh man, is it not clean sometimes?!”

“Remember two days ago?” Yang chuckled, kissing the inside of Ruby’s thigh. She sighed at the pleasant feeling. “You had kind of a dirty butt. Didn’t change much, though.”

“You didn’t have to go down on it if it was dirty!”

Shrugging, she kissed further down. She knew Ruby was usually game for a few delicate pecks on her flower; she only started getting uncomfortable when it went on too long, or if she pushed inside. “Not that bad; just from like, running around the city all day. And I wanted to make you happy; that was more important.”

“Really?” Yang didn’t answer; she was too busy sliding her lips all the way along Ruby’s moist folds. “Mmhh, ooh… oh, Yang…”

And that was all that was needed. Though Yang hadn’t intended for her words to guilt Ruby into doing it, she felt a rush of affection that made her bury her face in Yang’s firm cheeks, mouth kissing and lapping at her ass. There were a few sounds of awkwardness, but then a hum of intrigue. After that, it wasn’t long until she was flicking her tongue up and down across the pucker almost greedily.

“Sounds like you got over it,” Yang chuckled, groaning as her cock was stroked. When did Ruby start doing that, too? She couldn’t remember now.

“It’s so GOOD!” she groaned, squirming her tongue against the pinhole. “Does all of you just taste great? Should I try your belly button next?!”

Feeling her face flush, Yang pushed it up against Ruby’s thigh. “Stop it. You can’t be serious right now.”

“Totally am! God… like, okay, at first it wasn’t great, but after I got used to it… like, I love eating you out, okay?” Another lick, as if to prove it to Yang; it made her shiver. “Mm, it’s not that different from going down on your dick. Just like, reversed. And a little stronger in some ways.”

As she felt her start in again, she laughed and whispered, “You’re almost making me want to go back to using mine…” The tongue pushed more urgently, worming its way into her. “Nnh! Oh, Ruby!”

After a while, Yang couldn’t help it anymore; Ruby was so thorough and enjoying herself so much that she withdrew her finger and went back to tossing her little sister’s salad. How they got to the point where their tongues were in each other’s asses, she would never quite be able to retrace, but she honestly couldn’t pretend to dislike the sensation of the sweet muscle worming its way between her cheeks as she did the same. Privately, she kind of had to agree; it was the initial taste that was somewhat off-putting, but once getting past that, it was actually somehow rather pleasant. And the sensations, both giving and receiving, were incredible.

“I’m gonna fuck this soon,” Ruby promised when pulling back to nuzzle the nearby cheek and back of her thigh. Her hand only picked up speed, which made Yang pull back herself.

“H-hey, slow down, or I won’t be able to… do what you wanted me to do!”

With a little “oh”, Ruby stopped stroking. Hearing the sigh of relief from Yang, she went back to work, devouring her ass as her hand instead began to fondle her hanging sack, jostling the stones inside of it as she lifted them gently and let them drop back down. It was a more vague, distant pleasure that Yang knew wouldn’t make her blow her load way too early.

This time, when Yang began to pet along Ruby’s folds with a lazy thumb as her tongue squirmed between Ruby’s cheeks, there was no protest. She could feel her hips squirming with ill-suppressed need, or maybe discomfort, but she didn’t pull back from what she was doing to protest. Therefore they both contented themselves with the activity for a few more minutes.

Until…

“Yang!” Ruby panted as she drew back, still fondling the package as she kissed one of her cheeks. “I… I think I’m ready!”

As she pulled her tongue out, this time she wormed two fingers into Ruby’s slicked, loosened hole. There was a groan of protest as she was coaxed open a little wider, but that was the only real delay. “Yeah? You’re ready for me?”

“Mm-hmm. I didn’t think… my butt would open this easy this time, after the last time we tried.” They both giggled at the memory of basically going nowhere in the shower. Ruby flicked her tongue one last time across Yang’s moistened, red opening and then patted her thigh. “Go on.”

Careful not to twist her fingers too much, Yang slowly spun on the bed until she was in position, her free hand falling to her cock to begin bringing it up to full hardness. Her head nodded toward the bottle of lube, and Ruby passed it over without any hesitation, her silvery eyes full of adoration and excitement. All of her anxiety was gone; she had taken the two fingers more or less easily enough, and now all she wanted was to try something slightly bigger. Something more personal to the two of them.

“Okay,” Yang panted as she oozed the lube onto her length and massaged it into the skin, then simply began spreading the excess everywhere. Afterward, she pulled her fingers almost all the way out, then put a little on the spot closest to Ruby’s taut skin so that when she thrust them in again - trying not to think too much about the shaky gasp the action earned - the lube would go inside of her, would coat the opening. “S-so… I’ve never done this, either, b-but I know the important stuff. Lots of lube, go slow.”

Ruby nodded and smiled up at her. “And if I feel sharp pain, we should probably stop instead of ‘pushing through it’. I’ve been on the internet before.” Hearing Yang laugh made her grin, red cheeks bunching. “Okay, I think… I think we’re really ready to do this.”

Unable to help the smirk that sprang to her lips, she whispered, “I’m gonna fuck you in the butt.”

“Mmm, you are,” she cooed as she wriggled her hips from side to side - then gasped. “OH! Oooh, wow, I shouldn’t have done that, I wasn’t ready!”

“Are you okay?!”

“Yeah, I’m fine! Ooh… oh man, I just wasn’t expecting so much… so much!” Licking her lips, she smiled up at Yang. “Ready?”

“I am if you are,” she said in a more serious tone, still worried about the noise Ruby had made. But the sweet smile told her it hadn’t been that serious; she wasn’t tearing up or shaking like a leaf. Merely turned on and anticipating of more. “Definitely. Let’s do this thing.”

“Put it in my tushie,” Ruby whispered with a grin so wide that Yang couldn’t help but laugh at her. “What? I mean, that’s what we’re doing, right?”

“Sure, but it’s pretty weird when you say ‘tushie’!”

“Fine, fine! How about…” Dipping her voice a little lower, in a sultry tone that didn’t really suit her, she whispered, “Ready to claim my ass?”

Somehow, Yang couldn’t laugh at that one. Instead, she felt her cock throb in her hand, her heart speed up. Her fingers twitched inside her girlfriend, and Ruby’s eyelids twitched slightly as she moaned. This was really happening. Guiding herself into position, she slowly drew the fingers out, listening to the deeper groan of satisfaction as she was exited. Then she replaced them with the tip of her hardness.

“Ooh… oh, that’s- yeah, I can feel it going in this time,” Ruby whispered, probably more to reassure herself than to explain to her lover what was going on. She had the visual right below her; she didn’t need the play-by-play. “Oh my god, Yang… why does it feel so much bigger in there than in my pussy?”

“Because it’s a tighter hole,” Yang said with a slight giggle. It felt incredible, even if the head was barely in. But as the lubed length slipped a little further in, she groaned, a shiver running up her spine. “Mmmhhh… so much tighter… like, I know… this is supposed to work, but is it really gonna?”

Nodding to reassure both of them, Ruby reached her hands back and grasped at the sheets to give them something to do. The picture laid out below of her beautiful girlfriend, flushed and panting from sweet little lips with her hands overhead, full chest jiggling with every movement, clinging to the fitted sheet for dear life as she tried to relax into taking a thick cock into such a tight embrace… it was one of the most erotic sights Yang had ever been privileged enough to enjoy, and she wanted to commit it to memory. She would have loved to take a picture, but could never bring herself to task - or to own such incriminating evidence.

“Wh-what?” Ruby asked when she noticed that she had stopped moving and was simply gazing downward. “Is… are you okay?”

“I’m great!” Yang burst out in vague exasperation. “God, Ruby… I’m the best I’ve ever been in my life!”

Grinning back at her, she bit her lip for a moment before she whispered, “I love you, Yang.”

“Love you, too. You’re so hot…”

“I’m hot?! You have no idea what it’s like watching you do this…” Her tongue flashed out to moisten her lips, and then she smirked upward, a touch of impishness in her silvery eyes. “I can still taste your ass.”

Feeling her own cheeks clench, tingling with the memory, she let out a shaky sigh as she glided the rest of the way into Ruby. There was a little squeak from her at the movement, but no stronger reaction than that; she was already opened up all the way. For a few seconds, they simply gazed at each other, until Yang raised one eyebrow and grinned.

“What did the hacker say?”

“Huh?”

Shifting her hips from side to side a little, she gripped Ruby’s hips as she began to settle in for the ride. “I’m in.”

Snorting with laughter that quickly turned into a gasp of pleasure, Ruby shook her head. “St-stupid!” Then she closed her eyes tight, mouth hanging open as she tried to weather the intensity. “Wow… y-you’re really…”

As they adjusted to each other, Yang asked, “Did… you want to be bent over the bed, or… something? I could…”

“N-nah,” she breathed with a smile. “I… like being able to… see you.”

“Oh,” she whispered, heart squeezing at hearing that. Only Ruby could be so romantic in the middle of something as dirty as they were doing. “W-well… I like being able to see you, too.”

“Yeah? Like seeing me all laid out for you?”

“Yeah, Ruby. Mm, I love it.”

Grinning and biting her lower lip as Yang began to roll her hips, just enough to move herself around inside without truly thrusting, Ruby hummed, “Nnhh…” Another few seconds passed as she allowed her eyes to blink very slowly. “You’re so good… and you make me so wet…”

“Good.” Petting up and down the outsides of Ruby’s thighs, she whispered, “Do you want me to play with you?”

“Not yet. I just want you to… keep going.”

“Do you want to play with yourself?” For some reason, the phrasing seemed to make Ruby really embarrassed, and one of her hands moved to hide her face for a moment. “You okay?”

“Oh my God… you’ll be watching me do it this time…” Then she looked over from between two of her fingers at the blonde. “Not like you haven’t been there when I did, a bunch of times, but this time you’ll be able to see it. Like, looking right at me doing it, and…”

Biting her lip at how much nastier Ruby was making it sound, even though Yang didn’t think it was nasty at all, she began to twitch her hips from side to side again. “Mmm, yeah, I will be. So get started.”

Ruby blinked up at her as she dropped the hand away from her face, it falling to her collarbone as she stared. Then she smiled a little. “Ooh, you’re being so… forceful and like, ordering me around. It’s hot.”

“Yeah?” she asked with a grin. Briefly, she thought of Summer, but had to put that out of her mind; this wasn’t about Ruby’s mom, it was about Ruby. “Then be a good girl and touch it.”

“Okay, that’s just weird,” she snorted, and they both laughed for a second. “But… still kinda hot, even if weird.” Then she began to trace her hand down across her stomach, heading to the moistened opening as Yang had asked her. A little sigh left her when she reached it, and violet eyes focused on the hand as it began to manipulate her folds, to flick back and forth across her clit.

“Whoa,” she breathed.

“What?” When there was no response, Ruby’s hand stilled. “Is it weird? Am I doing it wrong?”

“No, I just… like, I’ve never watched anybody do this, so I’m kinda… yeah, it’s interesting.” Flinching, she added, “And hot! I mean, of course it’s hot!”

Grinning self-consciously, Ruby started again, but her movements were slower. “Thanks, I guess? Like, if you’re into it, then that’s good!” Then she angled a leg to kick Yang’s butt very slightly. “Get riding my butt. I… think I’m ready for it now.”

“If you say so.” As she drew back out, slow as she could, she tried not to feel guilty watching Ruby’s face contort into a weird mixture of pleasure and discomfort. “You okay?”

“Um… I’d describe how it feels but I don’t think it’s very sexy. But not bad! Not bad, just… y-yeah.”

Yang could guess. “Yeah? How about this part?” Her hips rolled forward again.

“Whoa, I- NNnnnhhAH! Oh, Yang, wow! That’s… I don’t know, it’s so weird but I think I like it!”

“Really? How about, like… compared to the normal way?”

“That felt way better, but it’s also super intense; this is, like, on a level I can handle pretty easy, even if it’s up my butt.” Biting her lip for a moment as Yang hilted again, then began to draw out, she breathed, “Ooh, that’s so crazy - does it feel good for you?”

“Hell yeah,” she told her without any hesitation. Truth be told, it wasn’t the same as typical intercourse, but at the same time it was; her mouth felt way more different than the other two. What was most different in this case was the absence of a condom. They were really united, skin to skin, even if this was the only way they could be without running risks they weren’t ready to run.

When Yang started going at it harder, Ruby held up an open palm, silently asking her to return to her previous pace. She did, and Ruby moaned in gratitude as her hand started up again. The sight made Yang want more, but she forced herself to keep sliding in and out of her gradually. Appreciating the sights and sounds.

“Mmmm,” Ruby finally cooed. “Oh… so do you… like this better than the normal way?”

Shrugging one shoulder, Yang petted up and down her thigh. “Feels great. So does your cunt, though. Really… I just love doing anything with you.”

“Y-yeah!” A breathless laugh escaped her as she started flicking her fingertips even faster over the wet petals, grinding at them to derive more and more pleasure. This time, when Yang started to increase the pace of her thrusting, Ruby didn’t stop her. “Mmmhh, Yang!”

Harder and harder, until finally she was getting close to how fast she had been able to shove her girth into Ruby’s wetness the night they first gave their virginity to each other. As they went at it, she began to notice that her other hand was playing over her breasts, squeezing and pulling at them, and she felt her sack tingle; that little show was definitely going to help.

“Oh! Oh Yang, I’m- NH! It’s… I think I’m coming!”

“Already?!” Yang asked in mild surprise. But when Ruby blinked up at her, she reached a hand down to pet her thigh. “Come for me! Yeah, I… I’ll catch up, don’t worry! I want to hear you come!”

Significantly reassured, Ruby’s hands moved even faster. “Yeah! Mmhh oh yeah, Yang, I wanna come with your dick in my ass! I need it! I… I love feeling your skin in there, sliding in and out of me!”

The scandalous words from Ruby’s sweet mouth were making Yang even more flushed than she already was, but she still didn’t think she could spurt just yet; they had been coming together too slowly before that point. So for the time being, she merely focused on doing her job.

“Finger yourself, Ruby. Get off for me!”

“Yeah!” she said immediately, sliding two fingers in. She hadn’t really meant for her to do that, but if Ruby was up for it, then she wasn’t going to complain.

They both felt it. Ruby’s eyes met Yang’s in wonder as they both held still for a second. Then Yang whispered, “Did you just…”

“I did. I poked you! I…” Her mouth turned into an anxious smile. “Right? I p-poked your dick through my… I didn’t think that was a thing!”

“Guess it is!” she laughed breathlessly, sliding both hands up and down Ruby’s thighs. Slowly, her legs angled backward more and more, until she was nearly pushing them over her head; not quite that far, but they were headed there. She was lost to the throes, so close to climax…

“Yang… yes! NNNHHH!”

Then she was climaxing. Yang gasped to feel the finish contracting around her girth; she somehow had thought it wouldn’t do that since she wasn’t in the front entrance, but apparently everything tended to clench down there when an orgasm was rolling through her body. Yang felt close herself, but still wasn’t quite there; it was probably adjusting to how different it felt. Incredible, but different.

“Oh God…” Withdrawing her fingers, she began to pet back and forth over the folds, gazing up at Yang in pure bliss. “I love you so much… mmm…”

Biting her lip and closing her eyes, Yang nodded her agreement, thrusting harder than ever. Ruby hadn’t asked her to stop, so she might as well finish herself off as quickly as she could, just in case she got too sensitive to continue. All she heard from below were more little coos of pleasure.

Then she felt soft skin pushing into her face. Blinking in surprise, she looked down, and saw a few toes obscuring her view of Ruby’s gorgeous body.

“Dude,” she laughed, shaking her head.

“I want you to,” Ruby breathed, petting over Yang’s lips even as she shook from each thrust, breasts bouncing, face shining with sweat. “Will it… help?”

Yang didn’t honestly think it would, but then again, she hadn’t honestly thought she would like kissing anybody’s feet in the first place - and that turned out to be false. So she shrugged, muttered “What the hell?” under her breath, and took a couple of Ruby’s toes into her mouth.

“OH!” Ruby cried out in complete shock. Yang drew back, hips stilling for a half-second, but Ruby hurried to tell her, “N-no, no, it’s fine! I just… I kind of wasn’t expecting…”

Squinting down at Ruby’s flushed face, Yang moved her foot out of the way by grasping her ankle to get a better look. Ruby was still grinding her fingers back and forth across her clit and her folds.

“Did you… when I sucked on your toes, did that, like, help you out down there?”

“No, d-don’t be silly!” Ruby tried to laugh, but it came out sounding like panting. But when Yang didn’t stop staring at her as her hips began to move a little again, she swallowed. “I don’t know, maybe? It’s… th-they’re kinda sensitive! I’ve never had anybody do that while fucking my ass, okay?!”

Grinning, she said, “Fair enough, I guess. But… I didn’t mind it, either, if…”

Instead of finishing, she moved the ankle back over and kissed the sole of Ruby’s foot. The moan of pleasure probably had more to do with her getting herself off than that, but it certainly wasn’t discouraging Yang, so she did it again, and further up. Her hand moved so that she was holding the foot instead of the ankle, and she began to dig her thumb into the arch as she kissed across the ball, then up to the toes.

“Yang,” she breathed softly, eyelashes fluttering.

“You have sweet toes,” she breathed to her, trying to set her at ease. She wasn’t very good at saying ‘romantic’ stuff like that, but she could try. Ruby seemed to react well to it, cooing as she began to tease herself toward a second climax.

“And you… have a hot dick, GOD!” They both giggled a little. “How haven’t you come yet? Like…”

“Just waiting for the right time.” Really, her hips had stopped moving as much when she was focusing on Ruby, so she started thrusting again, building her climax back up from where it had simmered down slightly. All she wanted was for Ruby to feel good; her own pleasure was secondary.

Clearly, her half-sister was eager for more, because she pushed her toes straight into Yang’s lips this time. She had to grin for a moment before she took them inside, swirling her tongue around the wiggling digits, and Ruby gasped and moaned in mingling enjoyment and surprise. Neither of them had expected to enjoy that, or most of the other things they had been trying. Such as widening Ruby’s behind this much.

Eyes turning up toward Yang, Ruby smiled weakly. “Mmm… you’re fucking my ass… sucking my toesies… bet you… never thought you’d be doing this to… the two things you were checking out when you got here.”

Heat flashed up into Yang’s cheeks, and she moaned around Ruby’s tiny knuckles. She was right. As ashamed to admit it as she was, even to herself, she really was all over what she had checked out on the stairs. Beautiful feet, beautiful, plump ass… one that her cock was sliding in and out of. It was incredible! Ridiculous, and way beyond her wildest dreams. She hadn’t even dreamt of this when she was following Ruby up to her room and trying not to commit the sights to memory. Even though she did. Just like this would be committed to memory now.

Within minutes, her cock was throbbing, about to loose its seed. Taking her mouth away, she dug her thumb in as she whispered, “I’m… think I… I’m about to come!”

“Okay!” Ruby panted, hand moving faster. “I’m gonna see if I can sync up with you!”

“I’m not an iPod!” They both laughed again. Yang loved that, how they could laugh during sex, how this was just fun for them. A beautiful, meaningful type of play. “Ohhh… oh man, it’s- you’re doing that on purpose!”

Grinning a little guiltily, Ruby clenched down on Yang’s girth yet again. “Yeah! Is it good, does it help?”

“Fuck yes! MMhhh, I love your ass!”

Again, she prodded Yang’s lips. “And?”

“And your feet,” she admitted begrudgingly, rolling her eyes both at Ruby and at herself. Then she added, “I love you so much!” before taking them into her mouth again, moaning as her tongue slid between.

“AH!” Ruby gasped out, arching her back, breasts rippling up to bump against her chin with every thrust Yang made into her, and Yang watched them move. Too much was going on, and she wanted to have a moment to focus on each thing: the muscles around her cock, toes in her mouth, sound of Ruby panting and calling out her name, the sight of her arm moving furiously as her tits hit her in the face…

And that was the moment, gone too soon, that she loosed spurt after spurt deep into her sibling’s perfect ass.

Even through the haze of pleasure, she could hear Ruby’s voice get higher and break during her own climax, feel both clenching around her and the seizing and curling of a couple of toes against her tongue. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, compared to doing things the ‘normal’ way… this was the best orgasm of her young life. Every great orgasm was thanks to Ruby, anyway, so she supposed that it shouldn’t be that much of a surprise.

When they both began to wind down again, Yang gave her toes a last kiss before dropping her leg, hanging onto Ruby’s knees as she caught her breath. Ruby was merely gazing up at her and doing the same.

“You… really know how to get me going,” Yang finally told her.

“And you know how to make me feel incredible.” Tears were clinging to her eyelashes, and Yang wanted to kiss them away. But she knew she would have to pull out first. “What is it?”

“Um… now I’m trying to figure out what to do with…” She glanced downward.

“Huh? M-my pussy?” Then her eyes widened. “OH. Yeah, wow, it’s gonna- like, y-you should probably go to the bathroom, but how can we if…?”

“Maybe I can just grab my shorts and run there through the hall,” she whispered, squirming. The pressure on her spent cock was beginning to get uncomfortable, and she wanted to pull out immediately but also didn’t want to make a mess. “God, we didn’t think this through!”

Casting her eyes around, Ruby whispered, “Um, umm… a tissue! Wrap a tissue around it!” She grabbed one from the little knitted tissue cozy on her bedside table, offering it. “Then it won’t drip on the way there!”

“I might need more than one,” she muttered, looking down at herself in Ruby’s ass. She felt it throb when gazing at the sight, and Ruby made a little gasp; she had felt it, too. “God, it still looks so…”

“Just- here!” Ruby handed her a wad of tissues, then braced her hands and feet against the bed. “Make it quick!”

So Yang did. Holding the tissues below, she eased backward out of Ruby, ignoring the shivering and the weird way she was groaning until she had exited, then wrapped herself securely with the tissues. One of them, she used to clean up Ruby’s rear cheeks.

“Oh my god… you’re like, wide open…”

“Wh-what?” Ruby gasped, face as red as she’d ever seen it. “What’s that mean?!”

“N-nevermind!” Ruby probably had been online enough to know what an ‘anal gape’ was, anyway; she would just have to think about it for a minute.

Grabbing up her shorts and her shirt, Yang crept toward the door and eased it open. Coast was clear. Tiptoeing away from the door, practically feeling nonexistent pairs of eyes on her naked ass, she managed to slip into the bathroom. It only took a few minutes to wash herself off and flush the tissues, then she gazed at herself in the mirror for a second.

“You just fucked your sister in the ass.” Then she giggled a little under her breath. Life was weird.

When she got back into the room, dressed again, her naked sister had the bedsheets off and in a crumpled pile in the floor. When she raised an eyebrow, she dipped her head down between her shoulders. “Um… there may have been some leakage. Oops.”

Yang only sighed, smiled in embarrassed bemusement, and helped her change the sheets.

Tears did fall as Ruby and Yang rode in the back seat on the way to the airport. They tried not to look too gross, lest the parents question how upset they were; it was only supposed to be a very casual visit for Yang, so acting as if her heart were being ripped out would be very conspicuous.

But it was. Yang wanted to have more privacy to cry and bemoan the loss of their summer together, but she couldn’t do it adequately as long as her dad was in the front seat, wondering why she looked so miserable. It was a highly telling mood.

“Maybe we can come up to visit you,” he attempted, hoping it would cheer his girls up.

“Yeah!” Ruby piped up, though she sounded distinctly miserable despite her cheery tone. “I’ll, um, I’ll look into that! I’ve never seen where you go to school!”

“And now you will.” Summer’s voice was a lot more even and reasonable than her daughter’s, though she was still checking her phone for the GPS directions to the airport. “Bet on that.”

Wiping her eyes, Yang looked around at the three of them. “I’m so glad I came, though, okay? Like… I know I’m acting like a brat or whatever, but this has been great. I’m just gonna m-miss you guys!”

Taiyang sounded pleased despite his sympathetic tone when he said, “Aww, sweetheart.” She knew that this was a big deal for him, because he had been secretly worried that the trip was his ‘last chance’ to prove he could still be a parent to her. Sadly, he still wasn’t the most observant parent, but when Yang and Ruby were trying so hard to hide their relationship from him, it could hardly be blamed on the man that he didn’t notice. He was a great dad regardless of that.

It didn’t take long for them to get Yang set up to get on the flight. All the while, she and Ruby were shooting looks back and forth, but they couldn’t do much more. It was somehow the hardest thing she had ever dealt with, including not hating herself for falling for her half-sister in the first place.

Finally, she left the suitcases with the parents and excused herself to the bathroom; Ruby offered to tag along at the last second. It wasn’t that conspicuous given that they were sisters.

She wasn’t expecting Ruby to shove her into the handicapped stall and close the door behind them. When she started to ask what she was doing, she was suddenly being kissed so hard that she nearly fell backward onto the toilet paper dispenser. Her hands came up to grasp at Ruby’s short hair, holding her close and devouring her lips with the hunger of a wanderer in the desert.

“Sorry,” Ruby breathed when they finally broke apart, sniffling. “I just… can’t help it, I don’t want you to go!”

“Shut up. Ruby… I don’t want to either, but I’ve been trying not to think about it. How am I supposed to face Dad? God… I just love you so much…”

For a few seconds, they huddled together, feeling like everything was slipping away. Yang ran her fingertips along the glittering silver chain she had bought for Ruby when she wasn’t looking, poking at the half of the heart-charm that matched the one around her own neck, glancing up to the matching silvery eyes that she loved so much. They shared another quick kiss, whispered more words of comfort to each other, and then pulled back to gaze into each other’s eyes.

“This is our goodbye, isn’t it? In this dumb toilet.”

“Yeah,” Yang managed to blubber. She was actually crying much worse than Ruby was, and felt stupid for not being the ‘brave’ one. She was the big sister, wasn’t she? But really, it only made her admire Ruby even more than she already did. “I… I hate this.”

“It’s okay! I’ll see you soon - Mom said. I need to, I can’t handle not seeing you.”

“You’d better! Or… o-or I don’t know, I’ll beat you up!” Ruby only laughed, so Yang buried her face in her neck and bawled for a little longer.

Then Ruby stood guard while Yang peed - seemed she really did need to go in there. When they had pulled themselves together, knowing they couldn’t stall anymore or it would begin to get a little too conspicuous, they shared one final, sweet touch of lips on lips before breaking apart and exiting their stall to wash their hands.

“Why are you washing your hands?” Yang half-laughed, half-sniffled.

“I touched your pee-hands,” she told her with a grin. A woman on her way out spared them a disgruntled glance, but they both ignored her. “Plus… habit, I guess?”

“Makes sense.”

“Do you want me to, like, un-wash them somehow?”

“Don’t be a dork.”

No more delays. Once they were in front of security, they really did have to say their goodbyes; Ruby and Yang, their public ones, and also for her dad and Summer.

“Text me!” Ruby whispered as she hugged her, a lot more sisterly than before. “And be safe on the plane! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

“But you’d do a lot of things I wouldn’t do, anyway,” she chuckled, pulling back to smile down at her. But she knew if she let that keep going, she would either burst into tears, or kiss her, and either one would be way too obvious. So she merely said, “I’ll text you,” knowing it wasn’t enough but hoping that their true goodbye in the bathroom was.

Then Summer drew her into a hug, patting her on the back. She was clearly a lot better at maintaining casual decorum, because she seemed like she was only hugging her stepdaughter goodbye and wishing her well. What she actually said wasn’t so normal.

“Had a dream about you last night. If Ruby’s as satisfied as dream-me was, I think she’s probably lucky. Despite my reservations.”

“I… y-you… um… okay.”

Chuckling, Summer pulled back and patted her shoulder. “Don’t blush now; wait until you’re on the plane. Think about how you’re about to hug your father.”

That did the job. Snorting, Yang was able to get her heartrate and breathing under control as disgust replaced embarrassment. “You’re kind of a jerk sometimes, you know that? But… I’m still glad we could meet for real and become friends. Or whatever.”

“We’re friends, Yang,” she affirmed with a genuine smile. “Don’t worry about the details. Hope to see you soon.”

Another clap on her shoulder, and she stepped back so her dad could pull her into a big bear hug. “Ohhhhh, I’ll miss my little girl!”

“Okay, okay, wow, Dad!” she laugh-grunted. “Ease up!”

“Sorry,” he laughed as he set her back down. Holding her out at arm’s length, he sighed and beamed at her, scrubby five o’clock shadow darkening where his smile bunched the hairs closer together. His eyes twinkled as he said, “Maybe you didn’t turn out how I expected, but… this is even better.”

“You don’t have to say that. I know this is-”

“You’re the bravest, strongest woman I know,” he interrupted her. “And there’s no way a father couldn’t be proud of that. Don’t ever let anybody tell you that you aren’t any of those things. Or that you aren’t beautiful.”

Tears came back for a different reason, and she smashed her face into his shoulder for a moment while she recovered. It was real. She really did have her dad in her life again - not just as a distant relative, but as a dad. It was her true goal in visiting and she had accomplished that, even if by the end of it, she had found a lot more waiting for her in California.

“Call when you land,” Summer insisted as she broke away from them to stand in line with her carry-on, slipping out of her running shoes and putting them behind it on the conveyor belt. “Don’t forget!”

Ruby hopped up and down. “We’re gonna miss you!”

“Shh, you guys!” Yang laughed.

The most mortifying one was when she was being patted down on the other side of the metal detector and her Dad called out “Love you, sweetie!” But she couldn’t even be mad. Being embarrassed by her father was something she would have killed for a few months ago.

On the other side, before she rounded a corner in the terminal hallway and they were out of sight, she turned back for one last look. The three of them were still watching, waving to her, and she felt tears slip down her cheeks again. She definitely needed to find a water fountain after losing all those fluids. Summer blew her a kiss, which she was too emotionally drained to feel weird about anymore. And Ruby…

Ruby was her girlfriend. As much as it hurt to be apart from her in the short term, they would see each other again. Right?

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Fandom: SVU

Title: Covenant From The Heart

Chapter 1: Violent Moment

P O V: Amanda Rollins

(A/N: Noah, Jessie, Billie do not exist in this fic. I own nothing except my ideas and original characters. All others belong to Wolf Entertainment and NBC.)

Saturday, June 2020

Christopher Street, New York, NY

"I hope you don't mind

I hope you don't mind

That I put down in words

how wonderful life is while you're in this world."

The radio plays as I sit inside the back of the Covenant House Van across from my Captain Olivia Benson, along with two trained Crisis Counselors from Covenant House, New York. Andrea O'Sullivan and Robert "Bobby J" Rodriquez. "Thanks for coming again with me, Amanda."

My smile is tight as I look back at Olivia there is a sadness in her eyes as we turn towards each other. "You're welcome, Liv, did Kat give any reason as to why she couldn't make it tonight?" "her mom has to work a double, and they couldn't find a babysitter last minute on a Saturday."

"Yeah, I hear that could be hard." Olivia sips her coffee, trying to keep warm. "I never mind helping Captain. Covenant House is such an amazing place Olivia, I'm always happy to volunteer for whatever they need."

"Thank you, detective Rollins we try. It isn't easy when we have 20,494 youth who are homeless." Andy's statement sends tremors down my spine. I try to hide the fact that I am shivering, as a cop, I knew those statistics. The number of homeless children in the United States is at its highest in more than a decade.

I can even break down the statistics that roughly 800,000 children are reported missing each year in the United States that's 2,000 kids who go missing every day in the USA. There are 115 child stranger abduction cases, LGBTQ youth represent as much as 40% of the homeless youth population. Between 1.6-2.8 million youth runaway each year in the United States. Children can begin running as young as ages 10-14. The youngest are the most at-risk for the dangers of street life.

Too many people take the attitude of Children who runaway make their own decisions to go. Let them be, they've made their personal choice and must deal with the consequences. If they want to come home, they will. That is so wrong because once these kids hit the streets, they have hours of reaching an inner-city before they become targets for these pimps. Once the pimps get their hands on these kids, they no longer have a choice. They are property of those pimps, and these monsters would take a bullet before they lose their 'product.' It is estimated that many young people, especially girls, begin engaging in survival sex within 48 hours of leaving home. Sex for food and a place to stay can quickly escalate into formalized prostitution.

I've seen what happens to those kids after becoming branded; they learn quickly to harden themselves and trust no one. The treacherous environment in which they must learn to survive is heartbreaking. They do not always outwardly present as sympathetic victims. They also frequently suffer from short–term and long–term psychological effects such as depression, self-hatred, and feelings of hopelessness. These child victims also need specialized services that are not widely available given they often have illnesses, drug addictions, physical and sexual trauma, lack of viable family and community ties, and total dependence—physical and psychological—on their abusers.

"Amanda, do you want some coffee?" "no, thanks, Liv, I'm good." "Sure you are; that's why I can see those goosebumps on your arms, Rollins." Olivia's left-hand grazes across my left arm, which she has now caused to go stiff in fear. Olivia's touch, smile Liv has no idea how she effects me.

Every hair is standing at attention, my heart racing, face flushed. My brain stutters to find words to respond to Olivia. It should be simple to say those words to tell Olivia how I feel; this is 2020, not 1990. I shouldn't be afraid of rejection to tell someone I have a deep crush on that I have a crush. I've told more than a half of a dozen women in my past that I liked them. I am not ashamed to identify as a lesbian.

Which brings me to question why I haven't confided in anyone I have worked with over the past nine years. Swallow Amanda, just swallow and relax. Olivia has no idea how you feel; she isn't asking you to spill how you feel. She's asking you for a drink stop freaking out you'll look like a fool.

"No, I'm good save the coffee for the kids, they need it more than I do. I'm okay."

"Detective Rollins we have more than enough." that's a lie I know before it even escapes Andy's lips she's just being nice to us since it's rare for cops to volunteer to do ride a long's, the department does not sanction them. 1PP truthfully goes out of their way to discourage us from doing them because they are so dangerous because these pimps could recognize one of us and blow our covers in the future. Sometimes I think they fear we will become too sympathetic with a homeless kid because God forbid NYPD cops be human and understand what life on the streets is actually like; we might let these kids go when indeed we are forced to pick them up for simply trying to stay alive.

Saturday nights are one of the busiest nights in New York City, especially for the homeless population in our impact zones. Turning down Bleeker Street, which is alive with nightclubs blaring music. Flashing neon signs obnoxiously calling out $2 dance bars—other signs signaling their bars, clubs, stores. Panhandlers line every corner, many with bloodshot eyes, sniffling noses, and scanning the crowd from our blackened windows. I can see swindlers working in pairs trying to rob the tourists who unsuspectingly stroll among them the glittering, neon buildings. Many are walking with cell phones out, looking for directions.

Olivia and I both exchange a look knowing half of them will be robbed. There's so much we both want to say but don't. Drug deals go down in plain sight to the untrained eye. It would be easily missed, in between the blaring lights and smells of Colombian bakeries, beauty salons, Mexican restaurants, and bars like the Gentlemen's Club advertising beautiful female dancers. People along this stretch of road hand out business cards emblazoned with half-naked women or fruits and flowers all that advertise "Free Delivery" and typically list the hours of operation between 10:30 a.m. and 2:30 a.m. It's a cover, of course, the cards are marketing tools of brothels that have set up shop inside private homes and apartments.

As the hour is growing later, the tourists are fading away; the clubs are starting to shut down, and the other Christopher Street, the one never mentioned in magazines, or featured on the nightly news and morning talk shows comes alive. This is our Christopher Street teens strutted past in the dark, often stopping to air kiss, catcall, or sometimes brawl.

Young LGBTQ youth in platform thigh-high boots, buttocks-revealing denim shorts, red-pleather boleros with matching caps and tops of the backless, sleeveless, or even frontless variety, those on the nightly parade here do anything but hide. They compete for best outfit, /best moves in nightly dance battles that rage beside the Hudson River to the sound of a boombox on the pier at the end of the street.

The teens are beautiful, but the night-life here is ugly, violent, and scary; the teens themselves often fight turning violent. Customers drunk throw glasses, bottles, or try to take the girls, ripping hair out, beating them. Not every person working is trying to cause problems; of course, there are many just trying to get by to pay rent that now topples over $3,000. I can barely afford my apartment in Brooklyn with my salary.

Cops are lining every street, but we are not here as cops Olivia and I are riding with the covenant house team to help them reach the kids whoa re too afraid to find Covenant House or don't know that help exists. We are reaching to find kids who need food, warmth, and shelter. We provide sandwiches, beverages, ears to the kids if they are ready to tell their stories.

In the van we provide education about sex, pregnancies, STD prevention, we give them condoms. We let them cry, scream, ask questions, or sit in silence; we let the kids choose what they need when they need it. Many have never been given a choice of anything in their lives. We gain the kids' trust and, when ready, we will get them to our crisis shelters, where they're given love and support to permanently stay off the streets. Some stay only a few days and decide they aren't ready to give up the life they know. They have to be willing to be drug-free and make other commitments to stay at Covenant House. Some, however, remain with Covenant House and complete the whole program.

Frequently it takes multiple interactions before the kids will trust those of us on the outreach team enough to accept our offers of help they've simply been burned by adults too many times in their lives.

"So Captain Benson, my boss tells me you've been coming on these rides along's since you joined SVU in 1999. Any specific reasons?"

Andy's question perks my interests in the nine years I have known Olivia; I have never known the answer to this question myself. For the first six years, when I went on these outreach trips, I never knew she went along. I only found out three years ago when we were paired together by accident on a night when they had more volunteers than vans. I never asked myself for fear of having to answer the same question back; it's a part of my past. I have kept hidden for many years. I have no intention of starting to share that story now.

"I was on the job about two months with Special Vics when we came across the case of a fourteen-year-old girl who we had to arrest for selling drugs to her classmates, sometimes in exchange for sexual favors. The whole Squad called her Spoiled Sally because she came from the upper west side, went to a private school. She had all the advantages of a rich kid, yet she chose to squander her life by selling drugs."

"You thought there was more to her story though, Olivia, didn't you?"

"You know me well, Amanda." Olivia has no idea how well I know her how I have spent my whole adult life, and most of my teens years studying her career trying to be half the cop she is. Olivia has no idea that I listen to every conversation hoping to gather a new detail I didn't know already. I know her favorite, color, movie, TV show, her worst fears, her dreams. I know which ice cream flavor she likes best, her favorite spot for ice cream, who her favorite baseball team is, and which sport she hates the most. I know Olivia uses vanilla body lotion but hates vanilla ice cream.

My body shivers despite being June. The temperature is dropping fast the later it gets. "I did think there was more, so I started investigating further. Interviewing her friends, teachers, classmates. Came to learn Sally transferred schools six times over the last year, she had moved from city to city since she was six years old."

Olivia bites her lower lip as she laughs slightly "Amanda you'll love this part, my boss told me to drop it, or he would transfer me, I couldn't drop it, I defied his orders and kept digging. I matched her picture into enhanced facial recognizing came to discover our Spoiled little Sally was Marcella Marginals, a kidnapped girl from Mexico who vanished at age six when her family was on vacation over there. They let go of her hands for two minutes, and she was snatched. Marcella was smuggled into different cities by different men. Who caged her up like an animal beat her raped her, sold her from family to family."

"This last family was an elderly couple who never had kids of their own; the man who sold her to them kept weekly checks on her forced her to sell drugs for him. Raped her weekly to keep her in-line raped the wife weekly to keep the parents quite. When we went to collect Marcella, the bastard was there raping the wife, the husband an 82-year-old man who could barely move was tied to the chair. A battle broke out between the police and the pimp, Marcella was shot in the battle, by my gun. I was devastated. I felt as if it was my fault if I had left it alone, as my boss told me. Marcella would be alive no matter how hard her life was, at least she drew breath. Because of me, that sweet girl was dead."

"All my co-workers kept telling me it wasn't my fault; it was just part of the job. I had to accept it as God's plan. I couldn't though, I mean, how did God see that to be fair? How could any God justify a fourteen-year-old girl being raped, beaten suffering every day as okay?"

"So I headed to my favorite bar to get there I had to pass the Fifth Avenue Presbyterian Church, I wasn't raised in any dominant religion growing up, but I felt drawn to it. I felt like I needed to talk to God, to let him know how angry I was at him."

"At first, all I could do was sit there, staring at the candles, the altar, tears running down my face. I have no idea how long I sat there for; till I felt the gentle touch of Sister Mary Rose McGeady, she sat by me and listened to me. Then she said something to me that has stayed with me my whole life; she replied ours is not to ask God why; ours is simply to close our eyes and listen to our hearts, and believe God always has a reason why. It's hard at times, but I made a promise to God to listen; he has to lead me to my calling to help kids on the street, his kids."

"As you know at the time, Sister McGeady was the president of Covenant House from 1990-2003. She took me to the house and showed me the center; I spoke to counselors, volunteers, and the kids themselves. I fell in love with the mission, with the kids the staff. I knew I had to try to make a difference."

"I started doing the outreach van around 12 years ago, at first, it was just because it was always so short-staffed, not many people volunteer to do something so dangerous. Then it became another passion for me."

I reach over and take Olivia's hand "you know Marcella's death wasn't your fault, Liv. No more than Easter's was mine."

"I know Amanda, up here, I know that." She points to her head, "But in here." Olivia's hand moves to her heart. "that takes reminding I am sorry I couldn't comfort you after telling you about Easter, I should have held you talked to you instead of getting up and walking away. The memories of that day hit me so hard; I think I am moving on, and then I am hit with a wave of guilt so intense it takes my breath away."

"Liv, it's okay. I needed my Captain than you did what I needed. You gave me time to cry, scream you stayed in the room, so I knew you were there, but you gave me privacy. No one can take someone else to pain away. But having you in that room brought me comfort."

Olivia smiles at me as Bobby J speaks "You two should come Tuesday for our annual Sleep-out for Covenant House, we have a line-up of stars who are performing and over 1,000 people who have signed up to raise money for our kids by sleeping out."

"Yeah, sounds good, Amanda?" "I'm in for sure."

"So Miss southern sweet tea, what is your story? I know you got one." My body tenses at his suggestion I feel all eyes on me my heart races as my stomach twists. How am I suppose to get out of this one? "Don't be bashful to spill your game." Bobby J nudges me as I fight to keep my nausea from spilling out onto the van's floor. If Olivia knew the truth, she would never look at me the same ever again.

"Help me!" Loud, intense screams ricochet off the buildings in the side-street where we are parked; a young girl comes racing out of the cover of darkness shadow. So fast her legs stumble, but she doesn't allow herself to fall; she can't she's running for her life. Those skinny legs barely hold her body up, yet she hurls herself forward, never glancing back. I can hear her heavy breathing as she approaches "not here." she points to two streets over. Eyes glance at us. I see the pain and fear "My man he's watching he'll see me get in, I'm dead then, he'll know where to find me."

She's gone in a flash, hurling her skinny body down the side streets in a race for her life, dodging into different avenues. The van squeals to life as our driver Michelle steps on the gas, the girl's arms pump flying as she dodges cars, people she isn't quitting or playing. It's pitch black out here now except the glow of a few broken street lights.

Michelle flips off our headlights as we reach the street the girl wanted us to, we sit in silence the radio shut off now. Our heartbeats are the only sounds slowly. I get out my legs a little shaky from being crouched in a van for hours. Olivia follows me closely behind as seconds tick into minutes both of us praying her man as she called him didn't find her, which we know damn well means her pimp. Rustling has us both turning around I spot her first she comes running full speed towards us, fooling her pimp she had run around the block twice; New York blocks ain't no joke either, they are long.

This girl is in eight-inch heels her feet must hurt so bad I feel tears well up I can barely walk in those types of heels nerve mind run. The girl is only twenty- yards away from us. I can see the depth of fear in her cyan blue eyes. An ocean deep of pain she is so close to safety just within feet of being saved Olivia and I are both tense ready to grab her up. The squeals of tires alert us to a sense of danger; I don't think twice I take off "Rollins!" Olivia yells as I pump my legs harder than they have ever been pumped before. Hoping that this girl can see it in my eyes that she can trust me, she can reach better days if she reaches out, allows me to take her hands. Gets in this van with me, I can help her find the sunshine behind these rainy days. Sometimes one person can make a difference. I close my eyes every day I pray I can be that person.

My hands reach the girl at the very last second my lungs are screaming in pain, I can barely breathe my muscles are straining with every-step. "Grab my hands, don't let go no matter what I got you." My arms wrap around the girl's frail body as my feet make a sudden turn burning my heels. I pull her body racing to the van as doors fly open. "Rollins, get down!" Olivia screams as a hail of bullets rain down on us I push the girl into the van slam the door and bang on it. Michelle takes off my legs give out as I crash to the ground Olivia is returning fire. I can't breathe or think my legs are twitching in pain I can feel my blood filling my mouth as I start to cough.

I can't seem to focus on anything. Every breath is harder to inhale and exhale. "Amanda, it's Olivia we've got to move, they took off, but they'll be back we just cost them a major investment. Can you move at all?"

Olivia's arms lift me pain stabs me at every angle it's mild though so after a few breaths I can put pressure on my legs she doesn't let go of my arm though pulling me along with her as we race to meet the van a few blocks over. Sweat pours down my body as my stomach cramps I feel flushed. I'm losing blood I can feel how weak I am, but I have no idea where or how serious it is. "Amanda that was stupid as hell, we are off-duty you know the department does not cover any injury you get, any action you take as a citizen which means you face the same charges they face. No union rep to cover for you."

"Yeah, I know Liv, and it also means I don't have to play by the rules."

"Amanda, it doesn't mean you get to risk your life."

"It's mine to risk Olivia, and if you ain't willing to risk your life, why are you out here?"

"Uh! Why are all the bad-asses so damn stubborn!"

"That's what makes us hot."

"Yeah, I know that's why the bad-asses like you are always the one who looks the most fuckable."

My ears ring did Olivia Benson just say she wanted to what with me? I stop moving physically, yet my Vertigo didn't get the message. I can't speak all I can do is stare at Olivia, watch her long legs so muscular her statuesque frame so lean and beautiful, long dark hair loosely held back with a decorative clip. Her appearance takes my breath away. She smiles as she slowly moves us towards the van.

All I can do is picture her lying on top of me on her bed as she places her mouth over my clit. A direct hit, her gorgeous lips closing around it and lapping at it with her tongue. Her hands hold my hips as I try to buck against her face; she is a master at getting me off like this. I can feel an orgasm building in my walls, I can feel the heat rising as I writhe under her face, and just as she is about to push me over the edge, she inserts a single slender finger inside as she does I feel the first wave of fire rising and spreading through me. I come hard onto her hand as she rapidly pumps two fingers in and out while she sucks on my clit.

"Amanda, move!" My head peaks up from the daydream of Olivia, and I making love seconds too late as the car comes speeding towards us headlights as bright as the Georgia summer sun. Michelle rushes towards us, Andy and Bobby J throw open the doors. "Get in!" Olivia's hands push my body into the van's. I feel Andy and Bobby grab me pulling my limp body up as Olivia screams at Michelle. to"Go."

Wait, where is Olivia going? Why didn't she get in with me? Gunfire fills the air as I try to stand but am thrown back against the wall hard as Michelle takes off, tires squealing. "Calvin!" I hear Olivia's scream as my head slams into the floor, sending me crashing into a world of blackness. All I can do is pray; God keep Olivia safe.

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hey i was wondering if you could do one where sanvers has a teenage daughter and she's really down and the offer motherly advice to her and then they have a dance party, you can include kara in this as well if you want :))

Hey! So, I don’t typically write parent fics (not that there’s anything wrong with parenting, but it’s definitely not for me—I’ll happily be the quirky lesbian aunt who always gifts books that are probably years above appropriate grade level, thank you very much!), but I realize I never actually said that, so I’ll make an exception. I combined this with another anon who had asked for “Sanvers + teenage daughter + sex talk?” Hopefully I managed to make them both work for you two. Also, like pretty much everyone, I’m borrowing from the comics and naming their daughter Jamie. It was that or Gertrude, tbh…

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Alex hadn’t meant to yell. Honestly, she hadn’t. But Jamie was 16 years old. And her boyfriend might seem nice and earnest, but Alex was always going to be a little suspicious, a little protective of their girl. And finding two condoms in the pocket of her jeans in the wash…well, it had thrown her. Because she still had trouble thinking of Jamie as a teenager, as someone who wasn’t really the baby she’d once been anymore.

But now Jamie was acting very much the part of their teenage daughter, having slammed and locked her door, leaving Alex feeling terrible and useless all at once—a feeling that only increased when Maggie got home. She knew they had agreed to be a sex-positive household, and she certainly hadn’t wanted to be the parent that yelled or shamed her kids about any kinds of sexuality, but when push came to shove, she couldn’t help but think that 16 was so very young, that maybe her baby could wait until she at least got to college.

“Where’s Jamie?” Maggie asked, hanging up her coat as she came through the door, depositing bags of groceries onto the table before coming to join Alex in the living room.

“She’s, uh, she’s in her bedroom,” Alex sighed. “Locked in her bedroom.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah…”

“What happened?” Maggie wasn’t particularly surprised. As much as she tried to be a supportive parent, there were always going to be some clashes between parents and their teenagers as they found limits and tested boundaries. For instance, Maggie had remained steadfast in her insistence that no, Jamie could not get a car as soon as she got her license when she had access to her mothers’ car for emergencies and otherwise had perfectly fine public transportation to get almost anywhere in downtown National City.

Alex sighed, dropping her head into her hands. She suspected that moments like these were what had started turning some of her auburn hairs a shocking white color. She wondered how much longer she could wait before she had to do something about it. “When I was doing laundry, I found condoms.”

Maggie frowned. “They’re definitely not ours?”

Arching an eyebrow (after all, when was the last time they’d even had that kind of sex?), Alex shook her head. “No, they were in her jeans. You know I check the pockets ever since the red lipstick incident.”

Maggie shuddered at the memory. She’d lost a couple of good white button ups to that lipstick. “Right, yeah. So…why is she locked in her room?”

“I may have said something about it…” Alex trailed off, her guilty expression making the end of that sentence rather obvious.

“What happened to this being a sex-positive house, Danvers?” Maggie sighed. She knew Alex always meant well, but they’d been pretty adamant about certain things when it came to decisions about parenting, and this was one of them.

“I know! It’s just…Maggie, c’mon! She’s 16! Do we really want to encourage that already?”

“She’s 16 and in a relationship with a boy we don’t hate. Maybe I’m not ready to think about our kid growing up that fast, but this isn’t the worst case scenario, ya know? And I think we should talk to her—maybe she’ll still make her own decisions, but she can hear our perspectives in a non-judgmental way.”

“I know,” Alex groaned. “And I know I didn’t handle it well. Right, I could’ve said something positive.” Alex tried to think of one. “Like how she thought to get condoms at all!”

“That’s true!”

“But…she’s 16.”

“She’s 16,” Maggie agreed. “But I lost my virginity at 17.”

“Not helping,” Alex grumbled.

“But I had no idea what safe and healthy sex was supposed to look like, Alex. And I think, as awkward as those conversations would have been, it could have been really helpful to have had them at all.”

“Does that mean you’re volunteering to talk to her?” Alex asked.

“I suppose she might be happier to see me than you right now,” Maggie shrugged. “But you’re not off the hook forever.”

“Fair enough.”

—

“I don’t want to talk to you!” Jamie yelled through her closed door.

“It’s me,” Maggie responded. “C’mon, I want to talk to you. Just for a few minutes.” After a pause, the knob twisted and clicked unlocked, though it remained shut. “Does this mean I can come in?” Maggie asked, wanting to let Jamie feel like she had some measure of control.

“I’m not stopping you,” Jamie mumbled.

“Hey, hon. How are you?” Maggie asked, letting herself in and shutting the door behind her.

“You wouldn’t be talking to me like that if you didn’t already know.”

Maggie sighed. “No, you’re right. I do have some idea of what happened. But I’d like to hear it from your perspective too. I just got to hear from Mom.”

“She yelled at me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Told me I was too young and shouldn’t be worrying about these things just yet.”

“Well, I know that’s probably not what you wanted to hear, but I know your Mom isn’t mad at you. She’s worried and scared about her baby growing up too fast.”

“It’s not like I’ve used them,” Jamie mumbled.

Maggie tried to keep her face neutral, not wanting to look relieved and have Jamie think that sex was something to be ashamed of in the slightest. “We’re both very proud of you for thinking about safe sex.”

“Mom didn’t sound proud, Mama,” Jamie retorted.

“I know,” Maggie admitted. “But she told me later that she wished she had mentioned it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.” After a pause, Maggie continued, “Do you want to tell me about why you got them?”

Jamie shrugged. “Some of my friends did. And, I don’t know, Jacob and I have been dating for a while.”

“You know that you don’t owe him anything, right? Just because you’ve been dating for a while—it’s your decision—both of your decisions. If one person doesn’t want it, that means it doesn’t happen.”

“I know, I know. I do remember the whole consent talk.”

“It’s worth repeating.”

“Mom has repeated it about 20 times.”

Maggie bit back a grin. “Your Mom is a smart lady.”

“But she’s still judging me for thinking about having sex.”

“She’s not judging you,” Maggie insisted, shaking her head. “She’s absolutely not judging you. It’s just…sex can be a really big step. And maybe it doesn’t always mean a lot, but it’s often better when it does.”

“Are you really going to talk to me about how to make sex better when I’m not even supposed to be having it yet?”

Shrugging, Maggie answered: “Just because we’re not encouraging you to have sex at the ripe old age of 16 doesn’t mean we don’t care about giving you all of the information you need. You can always ask questions. I mean it,” she added, looking Jamie in the eyes. “I don’t care if it’s awkward. I don’t care if it’s about something as basic as the mechanics or something about your feelings. I’d still rather have you know that no matter what your question is, I’m here for you, okay? And maybe you want to talk to me instead of Mom for now, but I promise she’d also rather you were well-informed than going off of what can be some really unreliable stuff out on the internet or even among your friends, okay?”

“Have you even…I mean, no offense, but would you…would you even have answers?”

“Of course I’d have answers,” Maggie scoffed. “About what?”

“Sex with men.”

Maggie paused, considering the question. “Well…I have a general understanding…”

Jamie bit back a laugh, trying not to think about the fact that she was even acknowledging that her parents might have a sex life at all.

“Look, I know she can be a little bit…tougher when it comes to these things, but your Mom probably has more answers than I do when it comes to those things.”

“Really?” Jamie looked slightly incredulous.

“Yes, really,” Maggie retorted, playfully knocking her shoulder against Jamie’s. “We both know Mom and know that she’ll probably be as awkward at answering as you are at asking those questions, but I’ll give her the heads up, okay? And, like me, she still wants you to have all of the information we didn’t have, alright?”

“Yeah, okay,” Jamie nodded.

“Now do you want to come downstairs? Aunt Kara is coming over with some ice cream tonight.”

“Not yet, if that’s okay.”

“Take as long as you need, but make sure that you eat dinner, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” Jamie nodded. Before Maggie could leave, she called out: “And, Mama? Thanks.”

“Anytime, Jamie. I mean it.”

—

Later that night once Kara had arrived, Maggie headed back upstairs after finishing the dishes, always wanting to give the sisters a bit of time together on their own. Knowing Jamie had only appeared briefly to get a bit of dinner, Maggie headed down the hallway after enough time had passed. “Jamie,” Maggie called from outside of her door.

“Yes?”

“Aunt Kara is here. I bet she’d love to see you.”

Jamie popped her head out of the doorframe. “Do you think Mom told her…you know, about today?”

“No, she wouldn’t do that, I promise. Trust me, she feels badly about how she reacted, and she’s not going to say anything to try to embarrass you to Kara.”

“Okay,” Jamie sighed.

So together they headed downstairs with the promise of homemade cookies waiting for them. Only what they found was so much better than cookies. Because in the middle of the den, Kara had, in a last ditch effort to cheer Alex up, dragged Alex to her feet, insisting that they perform the dance routines they’d learned together in high school to Grease, which was playing on the television.

Maggie could only wait so long before cackling with glee at the sight of Alex strutting around like Danny Zuko. Alex immediately froze, though Kara just integrated a spin into her routine and waved happily at Maggie and Jamie, not missing a beat as Sandy began singing once more and Kara joined in.

“You gonna just watch or are you gonna come join us?” Alex challenged, figuring this could be the first step in opting for engagement over embarrassment.

“I guess I’m coming to join you,” Maggie laughed. “Should I grab our leather jackets?”

“Nah, it gets too hot,” Alex answered in a tone of voice so matter-of-fact that Maggie had to assume she and Kara had tried at least once already.

“You coming too, kid?” Maggie called out to Jamie, who was still trying to figure out whether she should be more horrified or amused at the sight in front of her. Finally she shrugged, figuring as long as her friends didn’t know it was probably okay.

Which is how she found herself suddenly being swept into the group and swung along to the songs, letting Aunt Kara and her Mom teach her and her Mama how to hand jive during the prom scene and laughing at her Mom’s struggle not to say anything during any of the scenes about high schoolers having (or not having) sex. But then a song would start up again, and that was all it took for Aunt Kara to drag her Mom back out to the center of the room, demonstrating once more what nerds they really were. But then her Mama would offer a hand and have her up and dancing along despite not having a clue what the moves were. And after enough time, she found that she didn’t care so much, found that she was actually giggling, found that she was suddenly being spun around by her Mom and not shying away out of embarrassment or pushing back out of anger, but letting it happen, letting the stress of their earlier fight melt away.

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If you feel comfortable doing it, would you mind anwering all the unanswered NSFW asks? Also your writing is amazing and your fics make my day! ❤️

Sorry this took so long. Lol. But I hammered it out early this morning when I couldn’t sleep. Also, I’m so glad you like my writing! 💕This was long, so all the answers are below the cut.

1:When did you lose your virginity?—Already answered

2: Rough sex or soft sex?—Typically, I need a little prep so it isn’t painful; but I really like it rough.

3: Do you have any unusual kinks/fetishes?— I doubt anything is considered weird.

4: Weirdest place you’ve had sex?— Not that weird, but in a car in someone’s driveway. (It was dark and we thought it was a dirt road… nope)

5: Favourite sex position?— Already answered

6: Do you like to be dominant or submissive?— I’m a total sub. Which is weird because in every other aspect of my life, I hate being told what to do.

7: Have you ever had any one night stands?— I have not.

8: Sex on the bed, couch or the floor?— I know it’s boring, but bedsex is so much more comfortable.

9: Have you ever had sex in a public place?— Does the dark driveway count?

10: Have you ever been caught masturbating?—Thank Chuck I haven’t.

11: What does your favourite sexy underwear look like?— I have a satiny, lacy purple thong that goes with a lingerie set that I have.

12: How often do you have sex?— Not enough. Probably 1-2 times a week.

13: Is there anybody right now you’d like to have sex with?— Why yes there is and I’m going to assume that every follower I have knows who he is because I don’t shut up about him or the fictional character he portrays on tv.

14: Do you prefer giving or receiving oral sex?— I almost never receive. My husband doesn’t like doing it and he’s kind of terrible at it anyways. So neither, I guess? But I give on a regular basis.

15: Most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you during sex?— I cried once. I was mortified.

16: A song you’d listen to during hard/rough/kinky sex?— I don’t really know, but we listen to mostly hard rock music.

17: A song you’d listen to during soft/slow/passionate sex?— Probably the same as above. Lol.

18: Are you into dressing up for sex?— I totally am! But my husband doesn’t seem to notice, so I don’t.

19: Would you prefer sex in the bath or sex in the shower?— I am way to short for shower sex to work properly. I’m also not thin, so lifting me would be a challenge. Bath sex? If I had a big enough tub I’d try it.

20: If you could have sex with anyone right now, who would it be?— I think we all know the answer to this. It’s Misha (with approval of his wife because I’m no home-wrecker.)

21: Have you ever had a threesome? If not, would you?— I haven’t, but I’ve always wanted to try one.

22: Do you/would you use sex toys?— Yes.

23: Have you ever sent someone a dirty text/picture?—Text, yes. Picture, no.

24: Would you have sex with your best friend?— I don’t have any real life friends.

25: Is there anything you do after sex? (for example, smoke, eat, drink)—Clean up, pee, and sometimes get a drink.

26: Something that will never fail to get you horny?— Already answered

27: Early morning sex or late night sex?—Late night. I hate mornings.

28: Favourite body part on the opposite sex?— Eyes or smile

29: Favourite body part on the same sex?— Same as above.

30: Something that you have hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find:— Haha, probably my vibrator.

31: Weirdest sexual act some has performed [or tried to perform] on/with you:— Not really that weird, but food play.

32: Have you ever tasted yourself? [If no, would you?] [If yes, what did you think?]—Already answered

33: Is it ever okay to not use a condom:— I don’t judge. If you feel safe enough not to use a condom, have at it. Just know the potential consequences beforehand.

34: A food that you would like to use during a sexual experience:— Food play, for me, is annoying. Lol! You end up sticky and smell weird. So I’d say none.

35: Worst possible time to get horny:— When holding your sleeping child. (Don’t read smutty fanfics when trying to get your kid to go to bed…)

36: Do you like it when your sexual partner moans?— Sooooo much! Omg. Yes.

37: How much fapping is too much fapping:— If it interferes with your daily life, then it might be too much. Otherwise, fap as much as you want.

38: Best sexual complement you ever got:— I was told I give the best head of any previous partner.

39: Favorite foreplay activities:— I don’t usually get much foreplay. But I like a lot of kissing, nipple stimulation, and clitoral stimulation. I’m pretty simple.

40: What do you wear to bed?— Sports bra and underwear.

41: When was the first time you masturbated:— Ever or successfully? Ever: Probably 14. Successfully: 21

42: Do you have any nude/masturbating pictures/video of yourself?— God no, I’m not nearly good looking enough for that.

43: Have you ever/when was the last time you had sex outside?— Probably 15 years ago.

44: Have/would you ever have sex in public?— Like, in front of people? No.

45: Have/would you ever had a threesome?— I would love to try it.

46: What is one random object you’ve used to masturbate?— Already answered.

47: Do you watch gay/lesbian porn? why/why not?— I have for “research” for fics I’ve written. Plus lesbians can be pretty hot sometimes.

48: Do you like oral sex? (why/why not)— I’ve only received from someone that didn’t like doing it, so I don’t know. I assume I’d like it if the person doing it was also into it.

49: How do you feel about tattoos on someone you are interested in?— I dig tattoos. They can be really hot.

50: How would you feel about taking someones virginity?— I wouldn’t mind; but I’d wonder why they’d want me to be their first.

51: Is there any food you would NOT recommend using during a sexual encounter?— Off-brand Reddi Whip. It makes your skin smell like vomit.

52: Would you rather be a pornstar or a prostitute?— Probably a prostitute. But a Bunny Ranch one, not street walker.

53: Do you watch porn?— I do.

54: Have you ever been called a freak? Why?— Haha! Yeah. Because I want rough sex more often.

55: Do you feel comfortable going “commando”?— Chafing is a thing. No thanks.

56: Would you have a problem with going down on someone if they hadn’t shaved their pubic hair?— I do it on the regular. So no, not really.

57: If you could give yourself head, would you?— Hehe. Probably.

58: Booty or Boobs?— That depends! Boobs are fun, but Mishas ass is top notch.

59: Have you ever cheated on someone? (Why?)— Almost, but no. I couldn’t go through with it because I think cheating is awful. I still feel bad that I even considered it.

60: If you were the other sex for a day, what are five things you would do?— Helicopter penis. 😂

61: have you ever watched someone masturbate?— My husband did once when he thought I was asleep. But I never have actively watched it.

62: has anyone ever watched you masturbate?— Not exactly. I usually have to “finish the job” after sex. But he doesn’t sit there and watch me do it.

63. Have you ever had an erection and someone noticed?— I don’t have a penis… so no.

64. What is your method of masturbation? (ie. toys, clitorial, prostate)— Clitoral stimulation

65. What is your bra/penis size?Bra: 42F

66. What is the strangest thing you have ever put up your vagina/anus?— I don’t put weird things in me.

67. When was the last time you masturbated?— Already answered

68. When was the last time you had sex?— Ummm.. a couple nights ago.

69. When was the last time you watched porn?— Last week sometime.

70. Have you ever bought a sex toy? If so, which one did you buy last? First sex toy? If not, which one do you plan on buying when you do?— I didn’t buy it, my husband did. It’s a simple pink vibrator. But I really want the Rabbit one.

71. Guys:Circumsized?— Not a dude.

72. Which not-genital part of your body do you like being touched?— Boobies!

73. Which genital part of your body do you like being touched?— Probably my clit. That’s usually nice.

74. Girls:Are you able to achieve orgasm just through breast stimulation?— I don’t think so. But I have come close.

75. Have you anonymously sent a sexual ask to someone on tumblr?— Already answered.

76. When was the last time you have had a wet dream?— A sex dream in which I have an orgasm? It’s been a while. A sex dream where I’m left hanging? A few nights ago.

77. Which wet dream was your favorite?— Ok… I had a Misha dream that I met him at a con and we had brutal, amazing sex in the hotel laundry room. It was intense.

78. Is there a friend you would willingly have sex with?— If I wasn’t married, no. Haha. I don’t have any real life friends to fuck.

79. Is there a celebrity/character you would willingly have sex with?— Bahahahaha… like… maybe? Let’s see here. Let me wrack my brain trying to figure this one out. Um… oh yeah. Misha and Castiel. 😁

80. Favorite sexual position? — This is the same as #5 (Which was previously answered)

81. Do you like being called a slut or whore in bed?— I’ve never had it happen, but I’m not opposed to it.

82. Are you into any BDSM?— Yes and no. I have a claustrophobia issue, so being tied up would make me panic. But a Dom/Sub relationship would be enjoyable.

83. Have you ever wanted to have sex with someone but knew you couldnt for any reason? Why?— Yes, a former friend. I couldn’t because I was married.

84. Do you like dirty talk?— Yaassss!

85. Are you loud or quiet during sex? Masturbation?— Already answered.

86. Have you ever been inturrepted during sex or masturbation? Who/what?— Yes. The phone ringing, someone coming to the door, my son waking up from his nap. And many others.

87. What kind of porn do you like to watch?— Almost anything with lots of foreplay and female attention.

88. Have you ever confessed to someone that you got an erection over them? What about masturbated to them?— No erections because I’m a lady. But I have confessed to a friend of mine that I rubbed one out to them. He was cool with it.

89. Have you ever masturbated because your sexual partner wasn’t there when you needed them?— Yes. Yes I have.

90. Have you ever had a one night stand? Do you still keep in contact with them?— Nope, never.

91. Have you ever had a friends with benefits? Are they still beneficial?— Nope to this one too.