#would work for lesbian lighting if anyone wanted to try that

[bi-disastersoup]

Bi-Disaster Bun

Someone on twt offered up a challenge to take a shot of our WoLs inspired by (one of) their flag(s) and using the environment to help get the colors. While this isn't quite as vibrant as I would have liked, here is my bisexual bunboi.

[buckymorelikefuckme]

what a wicked thing to do

vampire wanda maximoff x fem reader

words: 4.2k

warnings & tags: **18+ ONLY** lesbian vampires yes GAWD, fantasy au, inaccurate historical au, smut, fingering, implied soulmates (?? kinda i guess), biting 👀, mention of blood, does this count as hurt/comfort? we shall see!! and uhhh it's kinda spooky ooky vibes but it's not really dark? i think. pls let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: listen..... i've already got spooky season in the brain and i really wanted to reshare this fic. i've edited it a little but i've also left the link to where i orphaned it on ao3 in the title if you prefer reading there~ any and all mistakes are my own! feedback is greatly appreciated and heavily encouraged pls and thank ♡ xoxo

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It’s that time of year in between autumn and winter where it’s only getting colder and colder, no reprieve even during the sun’s highest point of the day. Part of you worries it’s a mistake to wander through the woods like this, especially so close to sunset.

But then you remember the briefest moment when you saw her, when your eyes met hers; it happened so quickly, but also felt as if time stopped. Something flashed in her gaze before she looked away and disappeared in the busy crowds of the village.

That moment, as brief as it was, leads you here. You hug your arms tighter to your torso, cursing the bitter wind whipping around you. Your dress had been a bright idea when you’d first thought of it. Now, you’re wondering why you thought such a plunging neckline would be smart, considering the seasonable chill in the air.

Although, you think with a flutter in your stomach, that’s not exactly true. You know exactly why you chose this dress.

There’s hardly any light left in the sky by now. You’re kicking yourself for getting lost in the woods, wondering if anyone would notice, or care, whether or not you return to the village. You have no family, no money, nothing tying you to anyone or anything. You work odd jobs to be able to make ends meet. The people knew of you, but you are sure they hardly concerned themselves with your well-being.

But then, when your gaze had met her own, you’d felt seen for the first time in ages. It was like she could see everything inside your mind, every ounce of longing and every bit of loneliness, even in the split second she held your stare. You haven’t been able to stop thinking about her since then. Nearly two weeks have passed, and you’d finally decided to find out if the stories that follow her hold any truth. They are quite colorful, full of fantasy and myth, surely decorated to sound more elaborate as the years go on. Fantasy and myth, perhaps, but one particular piece of information continues to remain the same.

She hasn’t seemed to age in the fifteen years she’s spent living near your village. Not one line or wrinkle to be seen on her pale skin. Not one gray hair on her head. Some of the elders even swear they'd seen her when they were children.

Her home is a mystery, one that stays that way out of fear. There is something about her eyes, some say, something off, not quite right. Because of this, no one has felt compelled enough to try finding her home.

At least, not until you.

You’re beginning to think you are truly lost, feeling hopeless, when you finally spot something in the distance. But just as relief washes through you, the rain starts. Each drop feels like sharp, stabbing pieces of ice landing on your exposed flesh, soaking into the thin fabric of your dress. It takes mere minutes for you to become drenched. Your dress is now clinging to your body uncomfortably, the cold even more biting than it already had been.

It comes into view, what you’d spotted several meters back, easier to make out. A looming castle breaks through the trees, windows lit with candles.

Your arms and feet are going numb, but you push through, stumbling your way to a cobblestone path that leads to tall, wooden doors. With a trembling hand, you raise the door knocker and bang it against the door as loud as you can manage, praying whoever is inside will hear.

Your wait is short lived, thankfully. The door creaks open loudly to reveal the very woman you’d been searching for. If she’s shocked to see you, she hides it well. She looks as regal as ever. A black dress hugs her lithe body, her hair perfectly brushed and styled. This close to her, you can see what the people mean. She looks ageless.

“E-excuse me, madam,” you begin, trying your best to keep your teeth from chattering. “I-I’m terribly lost and I d-don’t think I can find my w-way back to the village.”

The woman lets her eyes roam your shivering frame, lingering on your glistening chest for a second, then meets your pleading gaze.

“Of course. Please, do come in. I’m sure you’re cold.”

“Th-thank you,” you reply earnestly.

She steps aside, leaving just enough space for you to squeeze by.

“Think nothing of it,” she assures you. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you need, at least until the storm passes.”

As the door closes behind her, you take in as much of the space as possible. With it being nighttime, the candles can only do so much. For a castle, it is rather large, but it’s not quite as foreboding as you would have imagined. Though, you surmise, you hadn’t really known what to expect at all.

“Would you like something dry to change into?”

You whirl around, almost tripping over your feet as her voice registers, so close to your ear.

She smiles, amusement tickling the corners of her mouth. “Perhaps a cup of tea?”

Swallowing roughly, you nod, offering a smile of thanks in return.

“Very good. You should go sit by the fire to warm up while I get everything sorted.”

She points toward a room where you can see flickering light dancing off the walls. You nod again, letting your tired feet follow the promise of warmth. The closer you get to the large fireplace, the harder you shiver, goosebumps rising along your skin. You stand as close as you deem safe, hands held out to thaw them. For the second time, she sneaks up behind you.

“This is all I could manage to find.”

You gasp as you turn to face her. She’s still smiling as she holds up the proffered item of dry clothing.

“You frightened me,” you state dumbly, huffing a quiet laugh.

“I did not mean to,” she replies.

“It’s okay.” You glance at the clothes in her hand, a frown forming on your face. “A… dressing gown?”

She makes a sympathetic face. “It was all I could find,” she repeats.

Her eyes dip down to your chest again. They flash, just like in the village, but you’re sure it could have just been the fire reflecting in them. You look down to see what she’s staring at and heat rushes up your neck. Your nipples are clearly outlined against the wet fabric of your dress.

“Oh,” you murmur as you lift your arms to cover yourself.

She clears her throat delicately. “Take this. You’ll get sick if you keep your wet clothes on.” She pointedly holds the dressing gown out to you again until you gingerly take it. “I’ll go get the kettle started while you change.”

“Thank you,” you return quietly.

When you’re sure she’s gone, you undress as quickly as you can, more shivers wracking your frame as you stand naked in her drawing room for a few seconds before pulling on the silk dressing gown, tying it securely around your waist.

While you wait you decide to get a better look of the room. A few paintings hang on the dark walls, but mostly they’re covered with floor to ceiling shelves and stuffed to the brim with books. You take notice of a few spots where the dust hasn’t seemed to settle in front of them, figuring those must be her favorites. A plush chaise sits in the center of the room with two chairs on either side, atop an ornate rug that rests on most of the floor. There are a couple small tables between the chaise and chairs with candelabras on them, and a wide, lower table in front of them. You spot a desk by the only window in the room.

There’s nothing particularly personal about the space. It almost feels as if she’s newly moved in. But you know that can’t be true, especially since so many people in the village have seen her visit town for years now.

A piece of parchment on the desk catches your eye. You debate over whether or not you should let your curiosity get the better of you, your feet slowly carrying you over to where the paper lay. There’s writing on the top piece, and you get as far as the addressed “Brother,” but then hear her round the corner and quickly back away.

“I wasn’t sure if you took cream and sugar, so I brought them just in case,” she tells you, setting a silver tray on the low-lying table that held the teapot and teacups.

You walk over as she pours the tea into both cups. You pick one up and carefully drop two lumps of sugar into yours, stirring it with your teaspoon until you’re satisfied it’s melted. A careful sip as you sit down and you hum happily.

“Better?” she asks, smiling and taking a sip of her own tea, sitting beside you.

It occurs to you suddenly that you hadn’t asked for introductions. You scold yourself internally, knowing you had better etiquette than that.

“I must apologize, I seem to have forgotten my manners. I never introduced myself,” you say, then offer your name. “And what is yours, madam?”

“You may call me Wanda,” she replies.

“Well, I owe you a great deal for helping me, Wanda. I cannot thank you enough.”

She waves a dismissive hand. “Please, there is no need. I’m glad I was here and that you aren’t in danger of freezing to death.”

“As am I,” you respond, laughing lightly.

Silence settles between you. Your mind whirls with hundreds of questions, but you don’t know where to begin. Your plan to find her only consisted of just that— finding her. Now that you’re here, you aren’t quite sure what to do. Or say, for that matter.

You can feel her eyes observing you like a caress. You struggle not to squirm or shiver, though you are no longer cold. No, there is no chill clinging to your bones anymore. Her stare alone provides enough heat. You chance a glimpse of her from the corner of your eye, but she catches it. She purses her lips to keep from smiling in amusement.

“So,” you blurt, cheeks pinking, “have you lived here long?”

You bite the inside of your cheek as soon as the words leave your mouth. Stupid, stupid girl.

Thankfully, Wanda laughs.

“Quite,” she says teasingly, like she’s letting you in on a joke.

You nod. “I see. Is it a family home?”

She tilts her head consideringly. “Of a sort.”

What is that supposed to mean? Miraculously, you don’t ask that question aloud.

“Do you… Do you live alone?”

You’re not sure why you ask. Perhaps it’s that you haven’t heard any other movement throughout the castle that indicated a waiting staff of some sort. Afterall, she was the one to fetch the tea.

“I do,” she says.

You don’t want to examine it too closely, but you’re positive you note a hint of longing in her tone.

“S’a lot of space for one person,” you muse in acknowledgment.

She nods. “Indeed. However, I’m sure I’ll find the right companion soon.”

You take another sip of your tea to avoid replying, but are not able to avoid meeting her gaze. The look in her eyes is something you’ve never seen directed at you. You’re hesitant to think it could be want, open desire. Not from a woman like her.

—

Wanda still cannot believe that you’d shown up at her door.

She’s spent months watching you from a distance, never allowing herself to be seen by you—not until she felt it was time. From the very first moment she caught sight of you, she knew. You are hers. Her mouth watered when the wind brought your scent to her. There was not a doubt in her mind about whether she would have you; she simply would.

She had waited, ever so patiently, watching you as you roamed the streets of the village. You didn’t seem to have very many acquaintances, if any at all, and you were always alone. Wanda quickly figured out that you were without a family as well.

Selfishly, she’d been happy about these facts.

Finally, Wanda allowed herself to meet your gaze. It was quick, but she knew her eyes flashed, knew that she piqued your curiosity. It would only be a matter of time.

After nearly two weeks had gone by, however, she had started to think it hadn’t worked. She’d planned on returning to town to purposefully cross your path again, but as luck would have it, you came to her. As soon as she heard the knock on her door, she smiled.

Now, as she sits next to you on the chaise, your skin glowing in the firelight, she finds it harder to maintain her control. This close, your scent is even more intoxicating. Wanda can tell that you’re curious about her. The questions you want to ask are swirling behind your eyes. And now that you’re here, she decides she’ll answer whatever you ask, give you anything you want.

You’ve gone quiet, though, so she does some prodding of her own.

“What were you doing out in the woods?” Dressed like that, blessedly, goes unsaid.

You shyly glance down at your lap. “I, uh, I like to take walks,” you mutter into your teacup as you go to take another sip.

Wanda hums. A plausible excuse, indeed. You carefully lean forward to set your cup and saucer on the table and when you sit back you move your hair over to one shoulder. Wanda’s eyes zero in on the pulsepoint of your neck. If she focuses hard enough, she can see your heartbeat throbbing beneath your skin. It makes her teeth itch, makes her control waver even more.

When she drags her gaze away from your neck, she finds you already observing her. Her desire is clearly reflected in your eyes and the feeling is heady.

—

“Are you warm now?” she wonders.

“Yes,” you whisper, your breathing picking up, making your breasts heave alluringly.

You’d go as far as saying you are overheating. The dressing gown, where you’d been unsure and embarrassed of being nude underneath it before, is now a blessing. Your body feels alight with an unseen, growing fire. Shifting on the chaise, you don’t notice the sleeve slip down your shoulder, only registering the air skimming across your collarbones. You let out a surprised gasp when you feel something cold on your bare arm.

Peering down reveals it to be Wanda’s hand carefully sliding the sleeve back up into place. Your brows pull together in a frown.

“Your hand…” you mumble, trailing off.

She lets it linger on your shoulder for a moment, then slowly traces down your arm, her thumb grazing the side of your breast. Your nipples tighten, thighs clenching together as you watch her fingers stop at your wrist. Though her touch is cold, it feels like a relief against the searing heat of your flesh. You peek at her through your lashes and find her expression to be one of complete hunger.

Feeling emboldened, you hold her stare as you shift to pull the sleeve down again.

Her lips lift on one side, her teeth glinting dangerously. “Are you sure of what you’re doing?” she asks.

You blink, faux innocence shifting behind your eyes. “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

Wanda takes a deep, steadying breath, though it only helps in inhaling your scent more. She says your name. “Why do you think you are here?” The question catches you off guard. Wanda shifts even closer to you, watching your throat bob as you swallow. “We both know it isn’t because you accidentally got lost in the woods. You were out there with a purpose. What was it?”

You lick your lips, noticing her gaze immediately drop to them. It makes your heart pound in your chest.

“I don’t know,” you reply, unsure.

She leans in, her nose nearly touching yours. “You do,” she whispers, without doubt. “Why are you here?”

Your eyes flutter closed, head tilting back without you being aware of it, exposing your neck. You feel her presence mere centimeters away from you, her breath puffing out along the column of your throat.

“I… I felt drawn here. It feels like I was meant to be here,” you say, quiet, almost hoping she doesn’t hear you.

It feels ridiculous to say it out loud. It’s one thing to have that thought sit in the back of your mind where you could pretend it didn’t exist, but to admit it aloud is entirely different.

“With me?”

You shiver at her words, her lips having softly dragged across your skin. Helplessly, you nod.

“Are you afraid?”

That makes you frown, but you adamantly reply, “No.”

“Open your eyes,” she pleads.

You follow her instruction, wary, but gasp at what you see. Sharp fangs peek out from Wanda’s lips, her eyes so pale they’re almost white now. Though your heart continues to race, it’s not out of fear. It should scare you, it should send you running, but you find your hand slowly rising to carefully trace a finger down one of her fangs, amazed that she even lets you.

“You’re…” You start, meeting her patient gaze once more. “Beautiful,” you finish in a whisper, because she is. You go to reach for her face to stroke her cheek, but she lurches backward. In a blink, Wanda’s on the other side of the chaise. Disbelief paints her features.

“You think I’m… beautiful?”

“Of course,” you state plainly, brows furrowing. Wanda continues staring at you in wonder. “You said I was here for a reason.” Ironically, she’s now wary of you as you shuffle closer to her. “I know what that reason is now.”

“Which is?” she asks apprehensively.

“You,” you murmur, cupping her cheek. “I’m here for you.”

Wanda looks as if she’s scared to accept this, to hope for it to be real. You steal away those worries by leaning in to place a soft kiss to her lips. She inhales sharply, eyes squeezing shut, her cold hands gripping your wrist almost painfully. You give her a moment, kissing her forehead as she gathers her emotions, keeping her gaze down.

“Are you sure?”

Her voice cracks softly, but her grip on your wrist loosens as you move it. You lift her chin so she’s looking at you.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

She stares at your lips for a few seconds, and then, as your words sink in, they seem to send her into action. She surges forward and captures your lips, more sure, more eager than before. You respond in kind, pulling her as close as possible, sighing into her mouth.

You quickly find yourself on your back on the chaise, Wanda above you, bodies slotting perfectly into each other like lost puzzle pieces. You feel her hand slide down from where it was in your hair to graze along your sternum. Then her hand cups your breast, thumb swiping across your nipple, and you gasp. It’s the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss and Wanda takes it.

Her tongue slides against yours and you whine, clutching at her like she’s the only thing tethering you to this earth. It becomes so easy to let her settle between your thighs, to arch into her touch and slide your tongue in her mouth, delicately tracing over her fangs. Wanda shudders, grunting inelegantly before wrenching herself away, panting heavily into the space between you. You blindly chase after her, opening your eyes in confusion.

Wanda’s gaze is intent on your neck, full of desire. The weight of the moment hits you, then. What exactly it would mean if you give in to her. So, with full faith in your decision, you tilt your head ever so slightly and she goes perfectly still.

“Go ahead,” you encourage.

She shakes her head. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

You huff. “I do. I want you to do this.” You know she won’t look at you just yet, so you lace both your and her fingers together and squeeze hers as you continue. “I need you to do this.”

“If I do,” she starts, swallowing thickly, “I won’t be able to stop. You’ll end up like me.”

You duck your head to catch her stare. “And what’s wrong with that?”

She closes her eyes and falls silent for a moment. The weight of your words fall over the two of you like a winter blanket.

“I’ve waited so long,” she confesses, voice quiet, shaking and timid.

“For me?” you ask. She nods. “I’ve been looking for something, or someone, to make me feel whole all my life.” You use your free hand to stroke her cheek. Even with her eyes closed, she leans into you. “I’ve waited for you, too.”

When she finally looks at you, you know there’s no going back for either of you.

“It’s going to hurt,” she warns.

“That’s okay. It will only be temporary.”

She smiles then, slow and teasing. “I can ease the pain, you know.”

Her free hand tugs lightly on the ties holding your dressing gown closed, raising her eyebrows in silent question. You bite your lip and nod, shivering in anticipation. She undoes the careful bow you’d tied, easing it open and exposing your body to her hungry gaze.

If you felt heated before, you’re an inferno now. Her hands reverently map out every curve of your body. She leans down and plants a kiss above your belly button. It makes your stomach clench in want, but you make yourself lie there and take whatever she plans on giving you. Her kisses lead up your torso, until she’s eye level with your breasts, and before you can comprehend her movement, she’s taking one of your nipples into her mouth.

“God,” you whimper, head thrown back as you push your chest into her face.

“No,” Wanda giggles, “just me.”

You try to laugh, but it turns into a gasping moan when she pinches your other nipple between cold fingers. Your thighs attempt to close around her, yet it’s futile. Her free hand begins its descent down to the warm heat between your legs. Your hips buck into her touch, crying out when her fingers make contact with your clit.

“I’m going to do everything I can to make this feel good, okay? Let me take care of you.”

You nod quickly, your mouth going dry. When a single finger enters you, you forget how to breathe for a second, but then she’s sliding it out and back in, setting a steady rhythm, and you’re back to panting and whining. Only a few minutes later, though, you’re wriggling around, begging for more. She adds another finger and picks up the pace.

“Oh,” you gasp, your legs falling open wider.

Wanda buries her face in your neck, inhaling loudly, groaning. She licks across the skin there, nipping at you.

“Wanda,” you whimper.

“I know, my love,” she rasps. “You’re so close.”

Your hands have drifted above you, clutching at the pillows on the chaise, your hips moving in tandem with her fingers. Her thumb meets your clit, adding to the building warmth in your belly. It swells and swells, until finally, it has nowhere else to go and explodes within you.

You feel her teeth sink into your neck at the very same moment, and you can only yell brokenly into the air. Pain and pleasure war inside you, both white hot and searing, marrying themselves into a delicious and lethal combination. You can feel blood trickle down your throat, the same way you can still feel her fingers thrusting into you. It seems to never end and you grow limp beneath her, unable to handle the sensations flowing through you.

She finally slows, removing her teeth and licking over the wound. As her fingers slide free, she brushes your sweaty hair off your forehead with her clean hand.

“Sleep now,” she instructs, kissing you softly.

You can’t even attempt to argue, your body listening to her and promptly sending you into a deep slumber.

—

When you wake, before you even open your eyes, you’re aware of a few things.

To start, you’re no longer on the chaise. You’re on a luxurious bed, which is presumably Wanda’s. Your hearing is significantly better, as is your sense of smell. There’s a low thrum of energy coursing through your veins, like you’re on edge but don’t know why. But the more important thing you’re aware of is the feeling of eyes on you.

“I know you’re awake now.”

You crack open one eye and see Wanda smirking at you from the other end of the bed. You smile and sigh happily.

“How do you feel?” she asks.

You carefully sit up and stretch. You notice her ogling your still naked body and give her a smirk of your own. Shifting onto your knees, you crawl over the bed until you reach her and straddle her lap.

“Hungry,” you answer before grasping her face in your hands and attaching your mouth to hers.

With a force she hadn’t used before, she tosses you backward and is on top of you in a flash, a devilish smile on her tragically beautiful face.

“Good.”

[mountainsandmayhem]

Taste Her, Little Dove (18+)

Joel Miller x f!reader x female

Summary: Joel encourages you to indulge in your curiosities towards women.  CW: girl on girl (Happy International Women’s Day), oral (f!receiving), fingering, dirty talk, pet names (little dove, baby etc.), sub/domme dynamics, sort of voyeurism on Joel's part, male masturbation, lots of orgasms, one night stand AN: practice safe sex!! This is unprotected sex, be better than my writing! STI’s may be less likely in lesbian hookups but please use dental dams or gloves with a partner that you don’t know. Stay safe! Dividers by @saradika-graphics WC 3.6k

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You sit at the kitchen table, phone open in one hand reading an article, fresh morning coffee in the other. “What’s it like to go down on a girl?”

Joel almost chokes on his coffee, folding the corner of his newspaper down and looking at you over his reading glasses. 

“Jesus, babe. It’s 8 am!” His hair is tousled with sleep, still wearing just his boxers and a white t-shirt. 

“Didn’t realize 8 am was prude hour,” you joke. Cupping your hot coffee in both hands and inhaling the steam. 

“It’s just not what I thought was going to come out of your mouth.” He says with a laugh, putting the paper down and placing his glasses on top of it. “You never cease to amaze me, my love.”

“Well, I adopted Ellie in my second year of college, the first year I was too busy with classes. I didn’t get those wild college years. You know?” 

The sounds of the morning birds chirping merrily fills the kitchen for a moment while Joel looks at you. 

“Alright. I fucking love it. It’s powerful watching you fall apart as I lick you.” He smirks a little, a dimple forming in his cheek before he sips his coffee. 

“So the same way I feel when I give you a blow job?” You shrug. 

“I guess. I don’t know, the female anatomy is a lot more complex, but finding that right combination of licking and sucking, along with fingers. It’s like…” he trails off, thinking for a moment, “like a game of chess. Every time I go down on you it’s different. Sometimes you like the tip of my tongue to flick roughly, other times you like gentle kitten licks and lots of kisses. I almost have to read you and figure out the best way to win the game.” 

“Huh,” you suddenly feel a little insecure, he’s doing all that work and you - “I just do the same thing every time. Am I doing it wrong?”

“No babes,” he laughs, reaching across and taking your hand in his. His thumb caresses the smooth skin along the top of your hand. “Dicks are pretty easy. Grip them and move up and down. You are amazing at blow jobs.” 

He smiles at you and your gaze falls back to your phone. He picks up his glasses and paper and goes back to reading. After a few minutes, you break the silence. 

“How would you feel about me going down on a woman?” 

His eyes light up as he takes you in, he bites his cheek to stop the shit eating grin he can feel forming. “Go on….”

“I’m curious. I’ve never been with a woman.” 

“Ok,” he folds the paper up again. “Are you doing this for you? Is this something YOU want?” 

“Yes,” you say confidently. 

“Ok. So are you asking for a threesome? Because if I’m being honest, I don’t think I want to be with another woman.” 

“No! Oh god,” you try to stop your voice from sounding horrified, “I don’t want to see you with anyone.”

You’re quiet for a second before adding, “You know what, nevermind. I don’t like this.” 

“What baby?” He asks encouragingly. 

“I feel selfish. I’m going to ask you to let me indulge in my curiosities when there’s nothing in it for you but to watch. I’d want you there.” 

“Hey,” he stands and walks to your side of the table. He stops behind you, wrapping his strong arms around you and rests his chin on your shoulder. “You’re not being selfish. I don’t want to be with anyone else but I sure as fuck would watch you play with another woman.”

Finding a woman was surprisingly easy. After taking Joel’s advice, you put on a little red dress and the two of you headed to a bar near your house. Joel went in first and sat at a booth near the back, ordering himself a whiskey. After touching up your lipstick and fluffing your hair in the rearview mirror you strutted into that bar like you owned the place. Heels clicked on the floor as you walked over to the bar and ordered a martini. You sat there, eyes flicking around at the patrons, trying to make yourself look approachable. 

A gorgeous long-haired brunette woman was sitting across from you with an almost empty drink. This was your chance, you call the bartender over and ask him to send her a drink. As he walked over to her the music in the room seemed louder, and butterflies started to flutter around your stomach. But she took the drink and then came to sit with you. 

She agreed to let Joel sit in the wingback chair in the corner of your room. “I’m not interested though, lover boy. So you can watch but hands off.” 

Joel smirked at her, “Feelings mutual. I’m only interested in my Little Dove.” 

Now that the three of you are in your bedroom, you’re not as confident. She’s completely naked, you just a bra and panties, and Joel sitting in the dark corner, ankle resting on his knee. 

“Give me a colour, Little Dove.” 

“Green,” you say shakily, hands hanging by your sides and eyes dancing around the naked woman in front of you. She steps forward, linking her fingers with yours. You lean into her touch, the tip of your nose tracing down the bridge of hers. 

“Can I take your bra and panties off?” She whispers. You hear Joel stifle a groan, which encourages you to keep going. 

“Yes please,” your hands trail up her arms as she reaches behind you to unclasp your bra. The cool air pebbles your nipples as the garment falls to the floor.  Her soft lips find your neck, kissing towards the dip on your collarbone, her thumbs hooking into the waistband of your lacy panties. 

“Don’t stop,” you whimper, hands sliding into her long hair, guiding her to your aching nipples. Her tongue flicks over one as she gets to her knees, panties slipping down along your thighs as she goes. You use her shoulder to balance you as you step out of your thong. 

“You’re so wet for me,” she hums, kissing up your thighs to your hip bones. You won’t survive if both she and Joel start talking, and that’s further solidified when Joel’s deep voice adds, “Good girl, Little Dove” from the corner of the room. 

Your body shutters as she stands, sucking a peaked nipple into her mouth. She sucks and licks, the other hand teasing your slit. Your head falls back and you gasp at the feeling of her. Being with a woman is so different from being with Joel. She’s soft, her hands are like silk as they move across you. 

“Get on the bed,” you moan. You swear you hear Joel’s breath become heavier as he watches you. When you glance towards him he’s in the same position, chin resting between his thumb and forefinger, elbow perched on the arm of the chair. He shoots you a wink before you climb into bed. She’s on her back, legs open for you and can’t help but lick your lips at the sight of her puffy pink pussy. She’s glistening for you and you swell with pride at how you made her like that. 

Laying on top of her you start kissing her lips and grind your hips into hers. She moans into your mouth, hands grabbing your ass. “I wanna lick your pussy,” she says between kisses, “please.” 

You already know she likes to be in control, it was part of your conversation at the bar and with Joel. The two of you roll in tandem, sheets tugging around you before she throws them off. A groaned ‘holy fuck’ floats across the room. Joel is loving this more than the two of you. 

She settles herself between your thighs, her warm breath hitting your clit, causing it to twitch. She stares up at you as you writhe underneath her, your eyes clamped shut. “Look at me,” she says, voice husky. 

You peel your eyes open, they flick to Joel and then settle on her. The bedside lamp casts warm lighting across her face. She’s truly quite beautiful and you can’t help but notice the similarities between her and Joel. Deep brown hair, and warm amber-coloured eyes, she licks her plush lips before teasing your clit with the tip of her tongue. Pleasure courses through your body and your hips buck forward involuntarily. 

“Sssh,” she hushes you gently, and one of her forearms comes to rest across your pelvis. “Do you like that?” 

“Y-yes,” you coo, “again. Please.” 

“Mmmm,” she hums, teasing you again before adding, “such good manners.” 

Little sparks fizzle across your whole body at her gentle caresses. So different from when Joel devours you. Her arm is slender and soft against your belly, no facial hair to tickle your inner thighs. You moan her name, hands tangling in the sheets as that ache builds. 

“You gonna cum for her, Little Dove?” Joel’s voice is deep and thick with arousal. Your eyes flick back to him, he looks dangerous sitting in the dark like you’re the prey, which is exactly how you like it when it comes to Joel. The tongue between your legs stops and you cry out at the loss, “No, please.” 

She’s quickly up to be inline with you, one hand gripping your face under your chin, squeezing your cheeks slightly. You moan, yes being the prey is exactly how you like it. 

“Don’t look at him. You’re mine,” she kisses you hard before pulling back and adding, “Do you understand?” 

Joel's heavy breathing fills your ears and you can’t help but look at him. “Tsk, tsk,” she taunts and then turns to Joel. 

“I think she needs to be taught a lesson. Is that ok with you?” 

They’re wholly focused on each other, almost as if you aren’t even in the room. “My Little Dove will never learn,” he says, “what do you have in mind?” 

She glances back at you with a mischievous grin, “Come sit behind her and hold her down.” 

Joel stands, adjusting himself in his jeans as he walks over. The bed dips under his weight, he props a few pillows against the headboard before hooking his arms under you and pulling you flush against his chest. His hard cock throbbing against your lower back. 

She laughs at you, “can’t see him now. Can you?” 

You shake your head. “Answer your mistress, Little Dove,” Joel whispers in your ear in quiet demands. 

“N-no mistress,” you whisper. 

“That’s better,” she says, nails tickling your inner thighs. “Open your legs, he’s going to hold you open for me and I’m not stopping until you beg.” 

You swallow hard, Joel’s cock jumps before he reaches for your legs, strong hands wrapping around the back of your thighs, pulling them towards your chest and encouraging you to open more. She dives in with much more hunger this time, lapping at your clit. 

You throw your head back to rest on Joel’s shoulder. “Oh fuuuck, don’t stop.” 

She doesn’t listen, stopping abruptly and laying a quick slap on your inner thigh. Joel hisses in your ear and your eyes widen in shock and arousal. “Watch your mouth,” she says in a dark, commanding tone that you didn’t think a sweet looking woman like her was capable of. 

“Sorry, mistress.” The heat from her slap travels up your thigh to your pussy and it clenches around nothing. “Felt s’good,” you whine. 

“No swearing,” two of her fingers tease your entrance. “Good girls don’t say words like fuck,” her fingers slide into you and you bite your lip hard to stop from swearing and yelling and moaning. 

“Say yes mistress,” she taunts, curling her fingers forward. 

Joel’s strong arms hold you down, you’re completely at her mercy. “Ye - oh god - y-y-yes mistress.” 

“Do you wanna cum, baby?” Joel whispers as she continues teasing you, bringing the tip of her tongue to tickle your clit again. 

“Mmm-hmm,” you moan, turning your head to nuzzle into Joel’s neck. And your body tenses up into his grip. 

“Ask her nicely,” he says. 

“Mistress, fuuu-, can I cum?” It comes out in a high-pitched moan, you’re clenching so hard to not cum, teetering right on the edge. 

“Only if you scream my name while you do it,” she says in her demanding tone, working her fingers inside you faster. 

Joel’s thumbs rub little circles on your legs and after you relax into him you release. Pinned by Joel the orgasm runs through you hard and fast, and it’s over too soon, but she keeps going. That familiar tingle builds quickly again and before you’ve caught your breath you cum again, screaming her name over and over as you cum on her hand and mouth. 

She sucks your clit into her mouth. Stars start to light up in your vision, muscles start to hurt from how badly you’re shaking. As you start to cum again it all starts to feel like too much. “Stop. Stop. Please!” You beg. 

She releases your clit with a pop and slows her fingers. “Look at me sweet girl,” she coos. She smiles at you gently when you make eye contact, it's almost like looking at a completely different person from the woman who slapped your inner thigh just minutes ago, “Do you actually want me to stop.” 

“Yes, sorry. But yes.” You say, gasping for breath. 

She slides her fingers out and Joel releases your legs. They whisper to one another and Joel slides himself out from behind you and heads back to his chair. She pulls you into her arms, head resting on her soft breasts. No wonder Joel likes to cuddle up to you like this, it’s warm and inviting. You can hear her heart beating softly as she plays with your hair with one hand. The other draws little circles up and down the arm you’ve draped across her. 

It’s silent for a while before you start to giggle. 

“What’s so funny, Little Dove?” Joel’s voice is light. He’s used to this part when you come down from the high and have a feeling of comfort and elation. It might be his favourite part, especially now that he’s seeing it happening from the outside. Your cheeks are pink, and your hair is disheveled, but there’s a big happy grin on your face. 

“Fuck. That was….” You trail off, looking up into her brown eyes. “Well, that was amazing.” 

“Good,” she cranes her neck to kiss you lightly. 

“Umm, can I?” You ask, hand trailing down her body and stopping just above the slit of her pussy. You pout out your bottom lip at her, eyes turned soft and pleading. 

“Christ, lover boy.” She says to Joel but doesn’t break eye contact with you, “How do you ever say no to this sweet girl?” 

Joel chuckles from the corner. “I don’t.” 

You take her sly smile as a silent yes and climb on top of her, taking one of her nipples in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it while you use your knee to nudge her legs apart. Kneeling between her parted thighs you kiss across her chest to her other nipple, cupping her breast in your hands and massaging them gently. 

Hearing her little moans leave her lips is intoxicating. When Joel moans it’s usually deep and from his chest, but she’s so pliant to you right now, sweet, little high-pitched whimpers leaving her parted lips. 

You kiss down her body, gently nipping at her hip bone, a small squeak of surprise fills the room. You kiss the sore spot gently and settle yourself between her legs. Now that you’re this close to her pussy you are almost unsure of yourself. You swallow the lump building in your throat. Joel can see you hesitating. 

“Taste her, Little Dove,” he whispers. “Just place a long lick from the bottom to the top. Go slowly.” 

You place your tongue flat near the entrance and slowly slide your tongue up. She tastes amazing. Sweet with a hint of saltiness, she gasps and twitches as you hit certain spots. 

“Did you feel that, baby?” Joel asks. 

You nod your head and repeat the same lick, mapping out the spots that drive her wild. Once you have them figured out Joel speaks up again, “Good girl. Use the tip of your tongue and put more pressure on those spots. Swirl your tongue around them. Figure out what makes her twitch.” 

“Fuck this is so hot,” she whimpers as you follow Joel’s instructions. 

You swirl your tongue around her hardening clit, before lapping up the fresh wave of her arousal, moaning at the taste of her. She’s shifting underneath you, one of her hands tangling in your hair. 

“Tease her with your fingers, Little Dove. Slide one in, just a little while you lick her.” 

“Yesyesyes” she chants, breaths coming in quickly. The way her breasts rise and fall causes a throb in between your legs. You thought you were orgasmed out but she looks incredible. You slide your middle finger in, stopping at the first knuckle, curling it forward. She cries out, you aren’t ready for her to cum yet so you pull your tongue away and place little kisses around her mound, carefully avoiding the sensitive spots as you explore her more with your finger. 

“You’re so tight. Do you want me to use two?” You ask, sliding your finger in all the way. If you were Joel, you’d never want to be anywhere else than in between your legs. He was right, this is a feeling that can’t be described. There’s an almost overwhelming sense of power once you’ve figured out what they like and have relaxed enough to enjoy it. 

“Please. Oh god - yes please.” She’s almost mumbling the words between moans and when you slide your ring finger in with the middle her legs start to shake. 

“You gonna cum?” You ask, kitten licking at her clit. 

“Don’t stop,” she whines. You curl your fingers again hearing the squelching of how wet you’ve made her and then suck her hard little clit into your mouth. She calls your name out to the room, “Yes yes. Just like that. Fuuuuuck.” 

You can feel her cunt tightening around your fingers. “Stay at the pace, Little Dove. You’re doing so well.” Joel’s voice seems thicker and you wonder if he’s touching himself, but you keep your focus on her. She looks like a goddess in the dim lighting of the room, head thrown back and mouth open, calling out your name through her moans. You feel the wetness between your thighs growing. 

“I’m gonna cum,” she cries before you feel her pussy spasm around your fingers. You keep your pace the same, curling your fingers forward and tracing the edges of her pulsing clit. You’ll go until she says to stop, even if your jaw is starting to cramp. You feel drunk watching her, this is so much better than you could have imagined. 

“Ride me,” she says, squirming out of your grasp. She straightens one leg and you crawl up, straddling yourself around her raised leg, hooking her knee in your arm across your body. The wetness between the two of you is magical, sliding your clits against each other. 

You can see Joel now, he shifts in the chair as he removes his jeans, freeing his cock from his boxers. He spits in his palm and starts to stroke himself in time with the two of you. 

“Does that feel good?” She asks, bringing your eyes back to her. 

You nod, biting your bottom lip as the tension behind your belly button starts to build. You grind your hips in slow circles as she moves back and forth, both of you growing wetter. 

“God your pussy feels so good against mine,” you moan between her gasps. “You’re making such a mess.” 

She wraps her hands around your hips and pushes you down onto her hard, grinding into you faster as both of you start to breathe heavier. “Don’t fuck stop,” she whines. 

“So needy. This little pussy,” you say. You’re not entirely sure what’s come over you, Joel’s ragged breaths from his chair fill you with encouragement, he loves hearing you talk dirty to her. “Wanna cum all over your tight cunt.” 

You hear Joel’s breathing jump, glancing over to see him spilling into his hand. The tension in your stomach snaps, and you look back at her as the two of you cum together, grinding sloppily. The sounds of your wet pussy’s rubbing together and your moans and squeals are the only thing you can hear. 

You both ride it out together, you feel like you’ve been cumming for hours by the time it slows. Both of you calming your movements. You kiss her kneecap before falling to the bed beside her, the two of you gasping for breath. Joel sits quietly, smiling over at you. 

“Fuck,” she says after a few minutes of silence. “Are you sure you aren’t a lesbian?” 

You and Joel both laugh. “I think it’s safe to say that my Little Dove is bisexual.” 

You giggle to the ceiling and then look towards her, “I think it’s safe to say that I’m only straight for Joel Miller.” 

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[caitlinclarkluver22]

~ Please Please Please ~ P.B a fanfic ( sfw)

inspired by the song by sabrina carpenter

pov: smart!fem! reader x player! paige bueckers

an: so this is my first paige bueckers fanfic, the intros kinda long, but i think it came out pretty good, but there is gonna multiple parts to this, so just let me know if you’d like another one.

remember blue is flashback and purple is lyrics!!

warnings: mention of alcohol, cheating, lying, and mention of sex

“ i know i have good judgment, i know i have good taste. it’s funny and it’s ironic that only i feel that way.”

you’re a senior in college at uconn, your mostly known for being the smartest person in your classes, never failing one grade, getting higher than a 90 at all times, 85 on your bad days.

you were in calculus, to you it was light work. you didn’t really need to study often, having amazing memory and overall good attention span in class.

since you already completed 2 years of college in highschool, having your associates degree, you were already looking forward to getting your bachelor’s degree this year.

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you were collecting your stuff of the desk, putting it in you book bag, ready to go take a break from the series of classes you had just taken.

as you were walking out of the room, you heard someone call your name.

it was your teacher, professor zamora.

“ hey, your the one with all the good test scores right?” , he asked knowing but just wanted to make sure, to ask for a favor.

“ yes…. i am”, you shyly responded, a little nervous at the sudden attention.

“ okay good, so since you have the best grades in the class right now, i was wondering if you were free for another class period.”

free? another class period? what is he trying to imply? i know i might look naive and small, but I’m not stupid to know what men want. i am lesbian after all. although i had my suspicions, i trusted my professor.

“ yes i actually am. why professor?”

“ great! i was just wondering because my next class period is algebra, and….lets just say ive had them for a few years now…anyways, they need help. just pick the one you want and you can tutor them.” , he said praying that she would agree.

although she did have a break for the next two hours, she could spend one of them helping someone, it’s the right thing to do.

“ yes of course! i’m willing to tutor anyone that needs my help.”, you say enthusiastically, ready to help people be the best they could be.

“ great! just come back in around 30 minutes, and by then they should be here.”, your professor said, thankful for your help.

“ okay i got you.” , you said walking out of class, going to grab a bite to eat.

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after the short thirty minutes pass by, you start walking back to the class, praying that this goes well.

as you make your entrance through the door, you see a familiar face.

shes a blonde, tall, blue eyed girl walking to her desk, a purple nike elite backpack on her back (that looks fairly empty ), and a slow sluggish walk .

you could tell who it was from a mile away, it was paige bueckers.

THE paige bueckers.

you noticed her since in your free time u went to go watch the basketball games, cheering for your favorite player on the team, paige obviously. although you went to almost every game, you went unnoticed by her, standing in the back of the crowd just admiring how she played.

you weren’t a mega fan.

you totally didn’t scroll on tiktok, looking and saving the edits you’d find. damn she’s so attractive…

‘ah ah ah, no liking her. she’s in algebra. she’s obviously not smart, not to be mean of course. just observing.’ , you think to yourself as you look around the room, waiting for everyone to take their seats.

it wasn’t only about academics. paige was also known for hopping around from girl to girl, you know this since a couple of your friends had their fair share of dating her.

you were awoken late at night by a loud knock at your door. who could be awake this late?

as you opened the door, you came to a sad sight.

there your friend, lilly, was crying at your doorstep.

she was sobbing, her eyes swollen , puffy, and red due to the amount of uncontrollable tears.

you knew what…or should i say who this was about.

over the course of 2 months, your friend was on and off with her situationship, paige. lilly didnt know wether her and paige were a thing or not, she never knew what paige’s next move would be, little did she know that her next move would be completely ghosting her and pretending like she didn’t exist.

“ i just- i just don’t know what i did wrong. i mean i bought her things, i spent time with her, i supported her at all her games. every single one. how could i be so stupid? i’m literally one of the smartest people in this whole college and im not smart enough to realize that a girl is totally playing me.” , she sobbed grasping onto you like her life depended on it.

“ it’s okay lilly it’s okay, you deserve better.”

although lilly was your friend, karmas a bitch, she should’ve known better, if she had a wish, she would’ve never fucked around with paige ( LMAOOO ).

lilly, yes got hurt, but she was a bad person. in her past she was known for cheating, lying, and stealing. well stealing other people’s hearts of course. she would talk to them, make them fall in love, then drop them after they bought her a gift of some sort.

another one of your well known friends, keisha, always hooked up with paige. whenever paige was bored, she’d text keisha a good “ u up?” late night text , and keisha would be at her dorm room in no time, ready to have good sex.

of course, they weren’t your friends anymore, you realized soon after that lilly was a bad influence since she lied and cheated, while keisha was just to influenced in alcohol and hook up culture.

in essence, this girl was bad news, and she only liked the bad girls, so you’d obviously have to stay far far away from her….

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“ so how do you find x if you don’t have y?”

fuck my life.

“ paige, it’s not that hard. really. i learned this shit in seventh fucking grade, and you can’t get it. look let me show you….again.”, you said irritably, getting impatient by the second. you felt like you’ve taught her over a thousand times.

you guys were in her dorm, on her purple comforter, you were trying to teach her the literal easiest shit ever, and she couldn’t comprehend it. ugh she’s like a toddler.

“ so to find out x i have to add y and…what again?”

kms.

“ UGHHH paigeeeee”, you said, hands in your hair , frustrated with the stupidity this girl had. how could she be so smart on the court, yet so dumb when it came to math?

“ please, i need help, if i don’t pass this then i can’t play basketball. and we both really know how much i love basketball. it’s my everything. please?”, she said, her player facade fading away, showing her true and vulnerable self.

ugh those eyes….

“ …one more time paige. just try your best to get it. concentrate.”

paige nodded and smiled at her, looking down at the paper to attempt to grasp the information that she had trouble with.

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“ I ACED IT”, paige screamed, jumping up and down.

“ REALLY?”, you said eyes wide.

“ YES YES YES, omg i’m so happy right now!”, paige said , her eyes showing the pure raw excitement paige had.

paige then unexpectedly embraced you in a hug, it catching you off guard, but nonetheless, you hugged back.

if you knew the hug was wrong…..why did it feel so right?

you guys stood there for a solid minute, embracing eachother. you inhaled, smelling the sweet scent she radiated.

“ okay well i gotta go”, you said, sad knowing that this would be the last time that u had an excuse to spend time with her.

“ yea- um same.”, she said, giving u a slightly forced smile.

as you were walking away , sadness filling ur heart, u heard someone shout your name.

it was paige.

“ hey um, what about i take you to dinner?..you know just to thank you for all the work you’ve done to help me of course.”, she said with a hopeful look, her bright blue eyes illuminating like the pacific ocean.

how could i say no to those eyes?

“ um..you know what…yea of course. tommorow at 9 sounds good?”, you said , happier than you’d like to admit.

“ i promised’em that your different, and everyone makes mistakes. but just don’t.”

“ i’m telling you, you shouldn’t surround yourself around her, she’s a bad influence! she literally broke your ex friends hearts! both of them! paige isn’t a good girl to fall in love with.”, dominique one of your most recent friends said, stressed out about your love life right now.

“ i mean, she asked me out to dinner…”

“….she what? don’t tell me you said yes…”

“ i said yes.”

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“ don’t bring me to tears when i just did my makeup so nice.”

you finished up your final touches in your makeup, when u got a text message.

pb and j

hey pretty girl

i’m here

i’m going.

as you came out your dorm, paige was there at your door checking her breath, startled by your sudden appearance, she smiled awkwardly, bringing up lego roses to your face.

how did she know that i didn’t like real flowers? and that i love legos?

your heart warmed at the sight, smiling at her, full teeth on display.

“ thank you paige, you shouldn’t have, really.”, you said, almost feeling bad that she spent money on you that she shouldn’t have.

“ no no no it’s my pleasure honestly.” , she said with a grin, sighing , relieved that you liked the gift.

“ let’s get going?”, you said.

“ whoever is last is the rotten egg!”, she yelled loudly, before running down the hall making her way down the stairs.

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“i heard your an actor, so act like a stand-up guy. whatever devils inside you, don’t let him out tonight.”

they’re at the restaurant, it’s way fancier than you expected. the waiter sat you guys down, and now both of you are looking at the menu.

when the waiter comes back, both of you agreed on chicken alfredo, and both of you got dr. pepper.

you guys start making conversation, talking about the things you didn’t know about eachother , and your goals in life.

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as you guys finished with your delicious meal, you decided that it was time to leave and go home. it was getting late after all.

as both of you walked out, the moon shining bright on your faces, the date unfortunately coming to an end, you guys talked a bit more, laughing at eachother jokes.

“ well that was fun.”, paige said, laughing, her teeth as bright as the stars.

“ yea it really was…”, you say with a smile on your face that couldn’t be removed no matter how hard you tried. a smile so permanent that it ached.

you guys gazed into eachothers eyes, her eyes taking a trip down to your lips, slowly bringing them back to your eyes once again.

“ paige i-“

you got cut off by paige, as she brought her lips to yours, sealing the night in a fond memory of the kiss you shared, the kiss that was between the two of you.

after a while, you opened your eyes and looked at her. she had her goofy smile on, looking at you with….i think love…? no couldn’t be. just lust.

“ um we should do this again. “

say no say no.

“ yes of course”, you said with a smile.

“ okay well…see you later. i’ll text you! “, paige said as she back peddled to her car, winking at you, before running to the vehicle .

god she’s such a goof.

as you got in your car, you only had one thought while having your head on the wheel, thinking about all the occurrences that had happened over the past few months. even though you knew it might end up bad, you couldn’t help but think…

please please please, don’t prove em right.

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WOOHOOO I FINISHED IT DONT PLAYYY!!! i was literally working on this for hours and my friend dominique was helping me with it too( literally love her )!! anyways hope you enjoy and make sure to lmk if yall want a second part or not!!! 💕💕 sorry if it’s bad ik i misspelled a couple i think and definitely misworded but not so bad to the point where you won’t get it. LOVE YAAA!!!💕

[euphorix-moon]

Only You

Ellie x Fem!Reader

Wc:1.2k

Synopsis: Ellie being a loser lesbian hopelessly in love with one of her best friends.

A/n : It has been quite a while but i'm back with a lil fluffy fic

Ellie doesn’t know how she’s going to do it. She doesn’t know when she’s going to do it. But she knows she has to do it.

Ellie's has known you for almost six years now. You guys met at school, and from there, you guys would spend countless hours with each other. Ellie has known you for six years already—six years of stolen looks at you, six years of covering up the need to be close to you as a friendly shoulder bump or hand on your thighs while laughing or telling a story. Ellie has known you for six years, and she has been in love with you for six years. "Love at first sight," as people call it, Ellie laughed at that and said, ‘Don’t fuck with me; you can’t fall in love with someone you just met’. She told that to her neighbor and friend Jesse, who told her he fell in love with some girl right at the second he laid eyes on her. Love at first sight was bullshit for Ellie. Was.

Until one day, a transfer student arrived in her class. The second you walked into the classroom, Ellie was swept off his feet, and she thanked the chair under her buttocks for holding her. You looked absolutely breathtaking, and you had a smile that could easily light up the entire room. So bright, Ellie thought looking at it for too long would burn her eyes. But it didn’t. She tried. Once she made a competition, alone, of course, trying to see how long she could look at without going blind. Maybe Ellie went blind and just didn’t know it yet.

You were that friendly girl who laughed at all the stupid jokes and tried to do everything she could to help everyone. Everybody liked you. Honestly, how could anyone even think of hating this sunshine? You sat on the free desk, which happened to be right next to Ellie's, and brightly said hi to her new seatmate. All Ellie could do was nod her head and smile, but her smile felt embarrassed before the smile on your face. Your smile brightened up her whole existence. Ellie couldn't bring herself to start speaking to you during class, so Ellie's hobby at that time during class (and to be honest, during the whole time her eyes were open) was looking at and studying you. The flower is too beautiful for this shit of a school. Ellie was scared someone might step on or cover the sun for you, but you were stronger than it seemed. Never letting anyone get to you and always knowing how to stand up for yourself, no matter the circumstances

Ellie wanted to help you. She wanted to be your pillar, the person to whom you could tell everything and never hold back. And she was. Only in front of Ellie did you let your tears fall, open up, and share your insecurities and secrets with her. You felt as if Ellie was one of the only people who would listen to you and not judge you for anything you said.

It happened two years into their friendship. It hurt more than anything Ellie ever felt. More than that one time, she got her wisdom tooth out with the medicine still not fully working. More than the time Jesse punched her in the face because Ellie was being too much of a dick, nothing new, but she touched on a topic she promised herself she wouldn’t. Seeing you holding a girl’s hand and laughing at her stupid jokes hurt Ellie more than she could take it.

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The next month was like a black spot for Ellie. She remembered not even showing up at school, too busy curling into a ball on her bed and scratching angry words onto her innocent journal. Words that spoke more than her mouth could, her heart spilling on the pages. That one month, she didn’t see you at all. That one month was nothing but darkness, because her sun was someone else’s, too busy shining for someone else.

One night, the doorbell rang, and Ellie opened with an annoyed face and even more annoyed-looking hair. It was you. A very sad and crying you. For a second, Ellie panicked, almost closing the door in your face. The second you were in Ellie's small apartment, you fell into her arms, sobbing and mumbling curses and ‘she cheated."Ellie tried calming you down,sitting you on the couch, tugging you in soft blankets, and even though she won’t admit it, she kissed your forehead after making sure you were asleep. Ellie was angry. She was so angry that she gulped down the already-opened beer in one breath. She knew that girl wasn’t one to trust. She knew she should’ve stayed with you to protect you. She was angry at no one but herself.

Ellie never left your side again. No matter how many more girls were there,smiling annoying smiles and talking with disgusting voices, Ellie was there to catch you every time you fell. After yet another breakup, you, being drunk and emotional, ended up kissing Ellie. It's more like you passed out on Ellie's lips. Ellie knew you wouldn't remember this; she really tried to forget what ever happened that night as well. But Ellie remembers, always, forever. She has a little pocket in her heart where she keeps every little moment spent with you. Even that one time you threw up on her at one of your first parties

More time passes, faster than Ellie would like it to, and you're still here. Smiling brightly and making the world a better place—at least Ellie's world for sure. Jesse once asked Ellie how she did not break during all these years spent with the one you love and yet not be able to actually be with them. Ellie laughed sadly, her eyes speaking more than words. Jesse just nodded knowingly and patted Ellie's shoulder. Ellie was already broken long ago. She needed glue to fix her heart and her soul.

The glue that kept the pieces of Ellie together was you. It was always you. Ellie laughs at herself, shaking her head. Six years have passed since the day she met you. Since she met the missing piece that would make her whole,

She didn’t know how to do it. She didn’t know when to do it. But she knew she had to do it. Ellie knocked on your front door with flowers in her hand and a goal on her mind. She had to finally tell you how she felt. How she felt after all these years

Six more years pass, and six more wait right around the corner. Ellie smiles every time she remembers how stupid she was for not confessing to you earlier, or how stupid you were for not telling Ellie earlier. Love at first sight was something you both didn’t believe in—something you both laughed at. But here you guys are, laying in their now-shared bed, in their now-shared apartment, sharing loving looks and gentle touches. Ellie hugs you, pulling you closer and kissing your face with a smile forming on your lips. You were, are, and always will be Ellie's everything.

A/n: Hope you guys enjoyed. As always feedback is appreciated !

[nvirskies]

valeria thoughts at this wonderful time of 10:18 pm on a friday night before i have a swim meet.

no major warnings? scar appreciation, softer val, i have so many thoughts, descriptions of non-sexual partial nudity, lesbian valeria and i will die on this hill, descriptions of injuries

men, nsfw, non-sapphics, terfs, 16-/21+ dni

normally she'd be a pretty closed-off person, always preferring to have her hands on you instead of your hands on her. it was just a thing of your security and peace of mind mixed with possessiveness.

some part of her was always touching you, whether it be a hand on your shoulder, an arm wrapped around your waist, her arm interlaced with yours as she escorted you to wherever it was you had to go, a feather-light touch of her fingers tracing idle circles on your thigh during meetings or in the car, and so forth. all small gestures signifying and cementing her presence in your life.

the entire cartel knew that you were hers, it's painstakingly obvious. even the men her sicarios have gone after knew not to utter a word against you unless they wanted to be apprehended by el sin nombre herself. it was essentially signing and mailing their death wish if anyone was stupid enough to try it and walk out alive.

the first time she'd let you touch the scars on her back would probably be right as the two of you are drifting off to sleep. the rare occasion that she'd be the little spoon, facing away from you.

no shirt on her torso to obscure your view of the expanse of the bronzed, mexican sun-kissed skin of her back now visible to you. the only tattoo visible is the one she had done in commemoration of your relationship, a small pair of intricately detailed revolvers with intertwined vines holding them together, resting just at the base of her neck.

the thin, pale lines of healed-over scar tissue that littered her back were always a bit of a sore spot for her. remnants of the slashes that once ran along the length of her spine, jagged patches of toughened skin from burns past, and countless seemingly unconnected, smaller cut lines.

to her, they all represented the times her trust had been broken, that she'd been backstabbed in both literal and metaphorical contexts. they represented her hurt. they symbolized her mistakes in trusting and confiding in the wrong people, and the very real possibilities that everything she'd worked for in building the cartel from the ground up from its stint as la araña, now pitiful in comparison to the currently internationally infamous cartel of las almas, would all come crashing down as a result of her mistake in trusting the wrong people.

but to you, they represented her resilience. her strength in continually getting back up no matter what happened and working to preserve what she had poured so much time, energy, money, and effort into maintaining. her unwavering commitment to it all. and of course, the trust she held in you to even sleep so exposed in the first place, leaving it all for your eyes to drink in til your heart's content. or until she turned in her sleep, whichever came first.

[gentaro-kinniecom]

Yes, My Lady?

Characters: Ada Tennant x fem!reader

C/w: none, Tennant flirts with reader constantly, she/her pronouns used for both the character and to refer to the reader

A/n: Reverse: 1999 is such a good game i love it sm, and..well inspiration struck, I love Tennant so much, shes so 🤭. I usually write the readers gender neutral but, well, we all know why i did it (for the lesbians ;P) HELP This work will be divided in various parts so i hope you guys enjoy!!! This is also my first time writing for another fandom so reblogs and likes are super appreciated!!! <3

Walking through the quiet streets of London, a soft breeze being the only sound ruffling tree leaves, it felt..eerily calm for such dangerous street.

Even with no one in sight, that feeling of anyone jumping out of the shadows stayed with her…Goosebumps traveled her skin, hands trembling as she kept walking, trying to ignore the strange feeling within her. Quiet but deadly was the thing that came behind her, all sense of calmness had left Y/n, her blood turning cold when suddenly, gunshots could be heard behind her

“Sorry but I can’t let anyone get in the way of me and my lady”

The thing that held Y/n momentarily, crumbled to the floor, her eyes looking back to see an unfamiliar woman. She was now walking towards Y/n’s figure, her smile showed a sense of comfort; a small contrast to the climate surrounding the area

“I apologize, it seems I have yet to introduce myself, I’m Tennant”- As she spoke, a rose was taken from her coat, placing it behind Y/n’s ear -“However, your name is still a mystery to me”

“I’m Y/n..thank you for earlier”

Her words Made Tennant smile and chuckle at y/n’s demeanor. Her lips brushed her hand softly, looking at her eyes with such captivity

“Anything for a dashing lady like you, may I ask where you are headed?”

Tennant’s voice was but a whisper against Y/n’s ear, she couldn’t help but feel safe around the woman she just met…or..have they met before?

“I was heading home for the day, I might make a small detour..if you’re willing to share a meal with me that is”

She wasn’t expecting such an invitation out of the blue, even if she saved her life. Tennant agreed to it, eyes wandering around Y/n’s outfit while her arm wrapped around her waist. The restaurant Tennant chose was far from normal; in a way that its architecture was designed to look more regal, antique even. The interior was definitely better, Tennant chuckled softly upon seeing her face in awe.

“Order anything you want, it’s on me”

“I couldn’t possibly do that! Not after you’ve practically saved me..It should be the other way around, I don’t mind paying”

Taking her wallet out, Tennant sighed, pushing it back in Y/n’s pocket as she took hers out, a credit card appeared between her fingers as she was now sliding it towards the worker who quickly took them into a more exclusive area of the establishment

“Trust me, you’re worth any penny I spend on you, you’re my guest after all”

Defeated, Y/n took a seat in front of her. The evening was delightful, a couple of drinks and small talk was more than enough for them. Even the food was exquisite, there wasn’t anything else that could surpass the evening spent with her

“Thank you once more for the lovely evening”

Her hands remained on Y/n’s waist as she got her keys from the bag she wore. Tennant smiled one last time before letting her go; she walked back to her home, one empty with nothing to fill the silence but a coffee maker. The smell of coffee brought a smile upon Tennant’s face, yet she began to question herself, why was she so attracted to the girl she met today, although, she already knew exactly why, they were childhood friends. However it felt like they were destined to be with each other and Tennant was for sure following that gut feeling she had.

A few weeks passed, things began to get worse around her area. However, there was still that light of hope that she would meet Y/n again. Apart from her job, she had nowhere to be, always cooped up at her home after work hours, unless a friend of hers was in town. Upon entering the bar she frequented, Y/n sat on one of the barstools as she drank (beverage of choice). It seems she was drunk, asking for someone while the lovely bartender tried asking her more questions about the person she was talking about. Tennant sat nearby her, placing her hat on the counter as she listened in

“She’s just so..pretty, long blonde hair..almost like an angel in disguise, she also carries um..a red hat”- Y/n paused as she saw that the bartender pointed beside her “-she’s right beside me, isn’t she?” The person smiled and nodded, taking Tennant’s order briefly before leaving you two to talk

“I had a feeling you’d be here..are you okay?” Her voice turned soft seeing Y/n’s tears run down her cheeks. She leaned closer, wiping her tears away while smiling

“I don’t know, things have been so rough since we’ve last met..it’s crazy” Y/n sighed, spending time with her as Tennant finished her drink, eventually they ended up going to a nearby park. It was surprisingly blooming with people, taking a seat beside her in a public bench, Y/n stared at the many stars in the night sky. Feeling a heavy breeze, she trembled due to the sudden cold. Tennant saw this and grinned

“How come you’ve forgotten to bring your own coat? You’re lucky I enjoy the coldness of winter”

Warmth wrapped around Y/n as Tennant took off her coat, making sure she was comfortable

“You like the winter too? I just didn’t think it would get this cold tonight..”

A sense of deja vu rushed through Y/n’s veins as they went towards her home, it felt like that same night when she was saved and brought home, without thinking twice, she held Tennant’s hand, preventing her from leaving before speaking

“Why don’t you come in? I promise it’s cozy”

Y/n added, a smile of satisfaction upon her features as Tennant entered gracefully in her home; she was right, it was indeed cozy, the area of the living room felt comforting somehow. Her eyes trailed over the medium sized radio that played some music, meanwhile Y/n sat down on the sofa, her body accompanying hers as she sighed.

“Do you live alone? Must be sad for a lady like you to have no company during the night”

Leaning on her shoulder, Y/n sighed, hands intertwined with Tennant’s as she answered her question

“Mn, yeah, I’m afraid I haven’t gotten the chance to live with someone, it’s been lonely for the past years..”

“Would you like to move in with me then?”

Pt 2 | Pt 3 (coming soon)

[bess3714]

If I were in charge of DC here's what I would do to the Batfam comics in no particular order:

Batman and Robin:

I would send Bruce and Damian on a sabbatical/road trip across America. They of course keep running into crimes wherever they go and solve them, leading a couple of FBI agents to start investigating them for committing the crimes. One FBI agent will remind people of a chihuahua, and the other of a St. Bernard. Also Damian has his permit so he can drive, and since Bruce currently doesn't have a hand in comics I'd add in a plotline where they help an alien who grows back his hand as a reward but he does it wrong and now Bruce has an extra finger.

Batman:

With Bruce and Damian gone, I'd make Tim Batman and Stephanie Robin. They fight crime and bicker like old ex's, leading to some interesting rumors about Batman. I'd make a directive that Tim isn't allowed to be drawn as a twink anymore, but has to be drawn with the rippling muscles he had in the 90's and 00's. Stephanie also gets rippling muscles. Part of the b plot for a while is Stephanie's rivalry with her next-door-neighbor who turns out to be a drug lord, but the drugs he sells are like, insulin and ADHD meds that he and his gang steals because he's a doctor who lost his job for reporting some ethics concerns and now he's mad about the medical system. Stephanie gets mad because in hindsight all the clues were there that he was literally in a gang, and she didn't notice because she thought he was just an asshole. Also they definitely make out at one point.

Detective Comics:

I love what Ram V is doing right now but I think when he's done I'd put Duke Thomas in the main story investigating systemic corruption in Gotham, shining a light (because he's the Signal) on the worst parts of the government. At some point he's accused of murder and the police are all trying to arrest him so he blows up some cop cars and Batman calls to yell at him but he hangs up on Batman. Montoya has a dartboard in her office with a picture of his face on it.

I'd add in an ongoing run of a comic that resembles the original batman comics in style and content. Then I'd have a a bunch of stories with some lesser-known characters, like the Psyba-Rats. I'd really use Tec as a playground to experiment with unusual team-ups, fresh stories, and inventive artstyles.

Birds of Prey:

I like the current lineup but there needs to be 30% more queerbaiting between Barbara and Dinah. There's an issue where Barbara and Dinah pretend to be lesbians to get this himbo to leave Dinah alone because she's trying to let him down easy because he's so damn nice she doesn't want to hurt him. (Has anyone watched Rizzoli and Isles, coincidentally?) I'd also add Helena Bertinelli to the team but she has an eyepatch for inexplicable reasons (the reason is it looks cool). The eyepatch will be dropped without any recognition a few issues later. Barbara drops both Batgirl and Oracle and gets a new identity as the Cloud. Only the Birds of Prey know it's her; everyone else thinks the Cloud may or may not be an evil AI working for Lex Luthor.

Outsiders:

I'm not reading Outsiders so I can't really comment on what I'd do for that one, but if you guys have any ideas let me know and I'll do the opposite, inciting fan fury and starting a Twitter war.

Nightwing:

I would send Dick to live in New York and also I would make him broke and homeless. I thought about making him lose his memory too, but that's already been done so instead I'd give him violent visions of murder and assault so he thinks he's losing his mind but then it turns out to be a secret policy from the new mayor of New York City to quietly round up all the homeless people by releasing gas into the streets at night to knock them out, but Dick has had too much exposure to drugs and poisons for it to work right on him, so instead he gets hallucinations!

Batgirl:

That's right, you'd get a Batgirl ongoing from me! Cassandra Cain would be the main character, and in the first arc I'd have her join a dating app, but then every date she goes on turns out to be with a criminal who she then sends to jail, and just when she's about to give up on dating, on the very last date she goes on the guy tries to force a charter pilot to help him escape by plane but Cass takes him down and the pilot is like "so that was cool. Can I get your number?" and they start dating. After that Cass accidentally joins a gang but she keeps getting gang members sent to jail and no one suspects it's her, only at some point she actually becomes the gang leader. There's then a crossover with Batman where her gang beefs with Stephanie's next-door-neighbor's gang and Cass ends up giving her gang to him peacefully.

Batwoman:

While I'm at it, I'd launch a Batwoman comic. I'd get Chuck Dixon to write it and it would be both wildly homophobic and also the gayest thing you'd ever seen, but eventually ol' Chuck and I would have some creative differences and he would depart, and instead we would have a rotating cast of guest authors. I don't really know much about Batwoman but luckily knowing about a character in order to write them isn't a requirement at DC. I think we need some ghosts so there would be an arc about Batwoman getting haunted by a bunch of angry, vengeful spirits who she thinks are trying to kill her but who are actually trying to lead to their killer. One of the ghosts is a really hot woman and they share a passionate kiss before the ghost girl disappears after Kate gets them justice. The arc would be lauded in some articles as a 'major reversal of the bury your gays trope' because at one point Kate has to dig up their bodies to look for clues, while in other news outlets it would be decried as a 'vile depiction of the desecration of queer final resting places.'

Red Hood and the Outlaws:

Jason starts a club/gym for a group of teenagers where he teaches them cool stuff like 'how to throw a punch' but also 'how to buy and cook groceries'. The gym is threatened by various forces like gangs, developers, the city government, plus the kids all have personal problems they have to deal with, like mental and physical disabilities, generational trauma, homelessness, and poverty. The teenagers call the gym "The Saloon" and themselves "The Outlaws" because Jason always has a TV playing reruns of old western shows. There's a running joke where various people think Jason looks like a dead relative.

Poison Ivy:

I'm a few issues behind but this one I would leave alone. I don't think I could improve on it. Unless I made Janet from HR and Croc an item. That could be fun.

Harley Quinn:

Another one I'm not reading so I don't know what's going on there but it could be fun to have a crossover storyline with Poison Ivy where they grow and sell shrooms to rich college students and then influence them to do stupid stuff and get them arrested. You know, fun date night activities!

Conclusion:

My time in charge of Batman comics would be one of mass outrage and general fervor. My directives would be so unpopular amongst fans that petitions would be started to have me removed and violent death threats towards me would be de rigueur online. I would depart after a few short months and my replacement would almost immediately retcon all my creative decisions away into a dark universe that would then be blown up by Lex Luthor. Ten years later, a dedicated fanbase for the comics produced under me would emerge, and they would be so loud and annoying and insistent that fans would then clamor to get me back in charge of DC once again, but unfortunately by then I will have retired to start drama on Twitter and write a memoir after a failed attempt at starting my own comics company called Big M Comics and getting sued by McDonald's

[mommyownsmee]

To the one who understands my soul

You are my everything. You are my soulmate.

You are each breath I take in to be closer to you. You are my reason for writing in a way that only you can understand and so I will always be the one writing love letters to you on sticky notes stuffed in your pocket to find before work. I keep thinking of how much I love talking to you. How good you look when you smile. How much I love your laugh.

I daydream about you off and on, replaying pieces of our conversations. I've memorized your face and the way that you look at mine and I catch myself smiling again at what I imagine. I want you to know me more than anyone else in this world.

I want to hold you against me so you can hear the sounds of my soul deep in your own. You are the love of every star born in my sky. To me you look like art, in the form of a poem, your aura made of poetry, roses, and galaxies.

I wonder what will happen in the future and even though neither of us knows what this time will hold, I know one thing for sure: You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. I may be made of dismantled almosts - but if nothing else, I hope you know that I love you with every ounce of my being.

I wish you would realise that you are the most perfect woman I have ever laid my eyes on, and that your smile lights up my whole day. Your happiness is my happiness, and I don't just see a woman. I see my whole world standing in front of me and I hope you know just how much you really mean to me.

You are every waking second of the sun and every watchful eye the moon sees with. You are sunshine mixed with a little hurricane, a half that's living to destroy and a half that's trying to survive, and still you believe in poetry and love and passion and everything you can feel and cannot see.

My home is you and all I want to do is go home. I really want to be with you my whole life. I want you to walk by a coffee shop and think of me when you smell the aroma, because you know how much you and me love coffee. I want kisses on my forehead and I want your handwritten love letters and your handpicked flowers. I don't need anything more than to know you will adore me, even after all these years.

You are my fate. I cannot live in a world where you don‘t exist and I need you to promise me that a day without you won‘t come. If the world was upside-down and seas would wash upon the heavens, and you‘d still used pinky promises as a legitimate foundation of trust, there is one thing I know: No matter how the universe shifts, I'll still be holding you. I pinky promise.

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Copyright by me

• MEN DNI, THIS IS ABOUT LESBIANS •

[wen-kexing-apologist]

Bengiyo's Queer Cinema Syllabus

I am currently working my way through Unit 4: Heartbreak Alley, the totally light-hearted, definitely not agonizing section of @bengiyo's queer cinema syllabus where I get to watch countless acts of violence be committed against queer people. Thank fuck I have Lesbians waiting for me at the end of this unit. The films in Unit 4 are: Bent (1997), Strange Fruit (2004),Boys Don’t Cry (1999), Brokeback Mountain (2005), Parting Glances (1986), Philadelphia (1993), The Living End (1992), Holding the Man (2015), Jeffery (1995), and Boys on the Side (1995).

Today i will be talking about

Philadelphia (1993) dir. Jonathan Demme 

[Run Time: 2:05, Available on: YouTube for rent, Google Play, Amazon, Lang: English]

Summary: When a man with HIV is fired by his law firm because of his condition, he hires a homophobic small time lawyer as the only willing advocate for a wrongful dismissal suit.

Cast: * Tom Hanks as Andrew Beckett * Denzel Washington as Joe Miller * Antonio Banderas as Miguel

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To steal a comment from @lurkingshan, it has been awhile since I’ve watched a good legal thriller. Philadelphia is brilliant, and I don’t just mean in the general sense, I mean it is smart. It is smart in how it sets itself up. We start with Andy and Joe on opposites sides of a court room, we can see the rapport between them, but we set them up on opposite sides from the beginning. We move from there to Andy at the hospital, receiving his transfusions, looking across the way to a man whose karposi’s sarcoma has advanced to the end stages a look to where Andy himself will end in this film. And then to Andy’s law office where there is physical touch, after physical touch, after physical touch. Some that happen so quickly, others that linger, that the camera focuses in on, and I only wish that we’d seen Andy the day after that meeting, because I would be curious to see if and how the physical touches changed with people in the office. 

But that’s not what we get, and we don’t really need it because what is truly important is that Andy is sicker than he originally let on. The point is that the law firm set Andy up while he was away. The point is that at so many stages in this film I was mad. And that was how I was supposed to be. I was mad at all the homophobic pieces of shit that were sitting there making excuses, that based a significant portion of their legal argument about not discriminating against Andy because he was gay with HIV, by trying to discredit Andy’s character because he was gay. [and of course the law office used a woman as their representation and had a Black man at their table as well…you know they were really trying to look good]

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You might know by now that I love a complicated relationship, so I was really thrilled that Joe eventually decided to represent Andy. Because Joe was homophobic as fuck, and he very much did not want to take the case. But again this film is smart, we never have to hear from Joe’s mouth or anyone’s for that matter that Joe decided to work with Andy after seeing how he was being treated by the librarian, but we know there’s no way it isn’t informed by experiences of racism in Black communities. The way Joe was stared at by a library worker when he was sitting at his table, the way Andy was stared at by a library worker when he was sitting at his table. The way Andy was being suggestively ushered away to somewhere out of view to other library patrons. 

I loved that Joe was viciously homophobic because it demonstrates so well the boundary between work and personal life. Joe is able to do his job and do it well, and eventually after months of working with Andy, is able to come around, even touching Andy’s face which we know even has a lesion on it, by the end of the film. That is huge from someone that started the film literally running immediately to the doctor to make sure he didn’t have AIDS from shaking Andy’s hand. From a modern lens I can totally see how that would probably feel stereotypical or derivative or something like that but I think it is important to keep in mind that this film was one of the first Hollywood movies to feature HIV/AIDS and also portray gay people in a positive light. I haven’t actually been adding the for/by/about designations to the Heartbreak Alley films because something about doing that didn’t really sit right to me when we’re discussing the violence to and death of queer people. But this film definitely was not made for queer people, and Tom Hanks acknowledges that he was cast in the role for his “non-intimidating screen persona” and that “one of the reasons people weren’t afraid of this movie was because I was playing a gay man.” 

The casting here was strategic to further assist audiences in sympathizing with a gay, HIV positive character. 

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I really love all the little moments of solidarity, the smiles between the Black secretary at the law office and Joe because They Know™ about experiences of discrimination in the workplace. The solidarity between the secretary with AIDS and Andy. I loved that a Black woman was teaching Andy how to apply make up to cover his lesions. I loved that Andy’s entire family knew that he was gay, knew he had AIDS, knew he had a partner and that they all loved and accepted him, and that he had so many people in his life that truly, well, and deeply cared for him. 

And I love how that is used to deliver maximum emotional impact, at least to me, in one single stupid opera line. 

I genuinely enjoyed essentially sitting in a court room for two hours watching Joe strategize, and execute his traps for the jury to win them over. I love how you know that they have won the second that a juror repeats verbatim a line Joe had said repeatedly throughout the trial. I am grateful the film was kind enough to let Andy be awake and alert enough to know that they had won. That his one of his last acts on earth was getting to engage with the part of law he loved most: “that every once in awhile, not often, but occasionally, you get to play a part in justice being done” Justice was done here, Joe and Andy both played a role in what could potentially become another precedented case in the roster to build towards a stronger future for gay people in the workplace. I think that (though likely coupled with how much his body was beginning to fail) is what finally made him ready to go. Because for so much of this film he would hesitate when it came to death. 

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He froze over the line “the actual physical [death]” when quoting the line about AIDS causing a social death. He talked about planning his memorial to try to get a reaction out of Miguel, and when Miguel gave him a response he very much did not want to hear “maybe you should” he took Miguel to a party, he talked about opera instead of practicing his Q&A. 

I am grateful the film ends at his memorial, not just for the memories, though I am especially glad it ends on a video of Andy as a child (to appeal to the ‘he was somebody’s kid type of crowd) but that the memorial was not entirely gloomy. There was life, there was conversation, there were smiles, it made things feel more real. Just like all “see you tomorrow” lies everyone knew they were telling themselves felt real. 

Tom Hanks and Denzel Washington are such powerhouses of actors and I am so so grateful that they did this project together. 

Favorite Scene 

(I am acknowledging that these gifs by @antoniosbanderas have nothing to do with my listed favorite scene, but I just need you all to know that the scene of these two laying in bed was cut from the final edit of the film, so I didn't actually get to watch it, so now you know it exists if you didn't already)

My favorite scene is when the law firm is questioning Melissa Benedict, a secretary that used to work with one of the lawyers in his previous firm. Melissa was diagnosed with AIDS after a blood transfusion, and she was put on the stand to prove one of the lawyers knew what AIDS lesions looked like and therefore was able to identify that Andy had HIV a week before he was fired. 

I was ready to reach through my screen to smack a bitch when the law firm’s representation started trying to make a moral argument, that Melissa’s AIDS was acceptable AIDS to have in an office because she involuntarily contracted the disease through a medical procedure, whereas Andy had had gay sex and therefore voluntarily risked acquiring HIV. And you can just see Melissa looking over at Andy so often when the law firm is trying to make this argument, and trying to get Melissa to answer questions in a way that would make her seem like she is actually of the law firm’s opinion. 

And she doesn’t let them do that to Andy. Instead she looks right at him and she qualifies her response saying: “But I don’t consider myself any different from anyone else with this disease. I’m not guilty, I’m not innocent, I’m just trying to survive” and it is just a beautiful moment for me. Especially because this film is trying to portray queer people in a positive light, having a straight, white woman with a disease she had no way of preventing say that she was just like anyone else with AIDS is hugely important to driving that message home. 

Favorite Quote 

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I am so sorry in advance for how long this quote is, and that 90% of it is technically just Andy translating an opera but: 

“‘Look the place that cradled me is burning.’ Do you hear the heartache in her voice? Can you feel it Joe? Now in come the strings and it changes everything. It’s like the music, it fills with a hope. And that’ll change again. Listen. Listen. “I bring sorrow to those who love me” oh oh that single cello. “It was during this sorrow that love came to me.” (sobbing) “A voice filled with harmony. It said, live still. I am life. Heaven is in your eyes. It’s everything around you. It’s the blood and the mud. I am divine! I am oblivion. I am the god that comes down from the heavens to the earth and makes of the earth a heaven. I am love. I am love.” 

The level of emotion, the implication behind each and every line that he translates, the way that those lines spoke to me as a queer person. “Look the place that cradled me is burning” this body, his body is failing; this life, his life is coming to an end. “I bring sorrow to those who love me” we see that with Andy’s mom, with his entire family for that matter, we see how loved he was and know that his death is going to be a devastating blow for a lot of people. “It was during sorrow love came to me” Miguel is there for all of it, through all of it. When he collapses in court, his family is the first to get to him, to try to help him. When he’s in the hospital the entire hallway is flooded with people that love him. Andy breaks at this point in his monologue, choking out the line “A voice filled with harmony. It said, live still. I am life. Heaven is in your eyes. It’s everything around you. It’s the blood and the mud.” I do not think Andy was ready to go until the very end when he finally said he was. Live still. Andy wants to live still. I am life. Heaven is in your eyes. It’s everything around you. It’s the blood and the mud. He will see Heaven soon, he is looking at the world through the lens of a dying man. “I am the god that comes down from the heavens to the earth and makes of the earth a heaven” We have one life to live, we should use it well, Andy has so much love in his life, that’s truly such a heavenly thing to have. He is seeking justice, in such a way that others might be protected the way he wasn’t. “I am love. I am love.” 

I just. 

I don’t know y’all I just really liked this film. 

Score 

9.5/10

I’m salty that Denzel wasn’t nominated for an Oscar, though I am wholly unsurprised, and I am glad Tom Hanks won and that his speech included praise of Denzel. 

““And an actor who put his film image at risk and shown because of his integrity, Mr. Denzel Washington who I very much share this with”

Lovely film, highly recommend.  Now on to The Living End

[cowboyjen68]

my mom made me shave tonight

I miss my leg and pit hair already, it made me feel much more comfortable as a butch who has little else that makes them feel butch enough to their name

sorry to vent, I can’t wait till it starts growing back

As someone who is a mom AND who had a mom, moms do weird stuff in the "name" of protecting their kids and the difference between boys and girls is stark.

Even me, a lesbian mom who definitely should know better, has done and said more weird stuff to keep my daughters safer than I have to my sons.

I said things to my son "shave your beard, you look scraggly" but didn't push the issue when ignored. But I more than once made my daughter change into a longer skirt or wear leggings or take a sweater because I was worried she would be teased for showing too much. Never once did I tell my some to wear a looser t shirt or put on a sweater because he was wearing something glaringly too tight for his body type.

Your mom is, most likely, trying to protect you from teasing but ALSO protecting herself from embarrassment because women with body hair are considered "dirty and ugly" by most Western standards.

My mom would have died a little inside if I had grown out my leg and arm pit hair as a teen. Once i was older she would say things like "it is your body.. whatever... I just think.." and say things that implied it was smelly or dirty or just unattractive. At that point I was on my own and paid my own bills so I did what I wanted.

Once in a while I have shaved off my leg hair and it was because the woman I dated wanted it smooth if I was okay with it. AND I am. Cool. Happy to shave if it makes our intimate experience more enjoyable. And it never felt forced. BUT i always did get a little regret when I didn't have my leg hair to signal "look.. hairy butch d&ke" LIKE there was any doubt no matter how unhairy I was. LOL

Now that I am older my arm pit hair is way less, it just thins with menopause I guess and I miss it. I am sometimes said it is so light and both in thickness and color. But in reality I am butch and no amount of body hair changes that or makes it more obvious to anyone who already perceives me as such.

It sucks she did that. It is your body. Hold tight, get through, work to be independent once you are old enough and then you can grow it as much or as little as you like. And you have quite a few years before menopause thins it so ENJOY!

[heavenbarnes]

hi!! i’ve never done this before but id like to request a sydney adamu x femreader :) like maybe with the reader being a new sous chef at the bear or old culinary school crush or smth along those lines haha or literally any other ideas u might have!! there’s an unfortunate lack of sydney fics in general so i’ll rly take anything lol. also LOVED the one you wrote recently (im losing it lately) i have been re-reading it over and over again omfg

Already better for knowing you

Sydney Adamu x female reader

Warnings/Contains: swearing, syd is so fucking awkward, carmy is a meddling shithead, mature themes (involving fruit), beginnings of a praise kink, no actual smut (can you believe it?!)

Thank you so much for requesting this, I thoroughly enjoy writing for Syd! Also sorry that I always write her the same way (awkward-lesbian-munch) but I genuinely think that’s how she’d be. Also cannot believe you’ve read my work multiple times! I didn’t know if you wanted this to be smut so I only hinted, but lemme know if you want more. Anyways, hope you like this!

Sydney and Carmy had to have the difficult talk.

With the success of The Bear, how much it had taken off with their hard work, it was time to bite the bullet.

They needed more hands in the kitchen.

Experienced hands, they needed someone that Syd could rely on. She could give an order and that person would follow.

She needed a sous chef.

They put up the ad and, sure enough, they had a number of chefs in for the interview. They were keen, mostly young, hungry for the chance to break out into their first kitchen.

Both Syd and Carm knew you had to start somewhere but they both really needed the experience, the trust, the reliability.

Their last day of interviews rolled through and Sydney couldn’t help the feeling of helplessness creeping in her chest. Last day of interviews and still no closer to a new sous.

Were they being too picky?

As she shuffled her papers of interview questions and old CVs, she watched Carmy scratch the back of his neck as he read over the last applicant’s details.

“Well, she sounds good on paper.”

Syd couldn’t help the snort she let out, elbows on the table and head resting in her hands. “They’ve all sounded good on paper.”

Carmy shrugged his shoulders at that, but nevertheless sat down beside his chef de cuisine still reading over the paper.

“Says she’s worked in a couple restaurants, out of state- she’s only recently moved to Chicago.”

Syd listened to him speak, trying to find herself a little bit more excited at the prospects.

“Graduated from the CIA, experienced with-“

That perked her up a bit, knowing it was a long shot with the number of campus locations and students that came and went from the institute.

But there was still a small chance.

“What’s her name?” She turned to read the paper over Carmy’s shoulder as the sound of the door opening filled the space.

It all happened so quickly.

The door opened.

Carmy said your name.

You appeared before her.

Still as beautiful as the last time she saw you.

As if she could forget that day, for a few reasons. One, it was graduation, obviously she was going to remember it. Two, well, you were there.

If anyone cared enough to ask, she could tell them what you wore. The way your smile shone under the stage lights. The way you smelt as you hugged her and wished her the best.

Sometimes, when things got quiet, she’d play that moment over in her head.

Sydney thought she might’ve been dreaming when she saw you striding across the auditorium right towards her. You smiled, bright smile, hand coming up to give her a quick wave.

She’d even looked over her shoulder, trying to find out who you were even waving at. By the time she looked back towards you, you were smiling harder and giggling a little.

“Yes, that was for you.” You’d teased, making a heat grow on Syd’s cheeks.

“Yeah- yeah, I knew that.”

Your smile turned into a smirk as you nodded knowingly. “Course you did.”

Then you both stood there quietly, Sydney couldn’t really focus when you were dressed like this. Granted, it was just your chefs whites, but she couldn’t deny you wore the hell out of them.

You’d been wearing them nearly every day, and it still took her breath away every time she saw you. She didn’t even notice you were speaking until you shifted to get into her eye line.

“Sorry- what was that?”

“I said I’ll miss seeing you in the kitchen.”

Syd nodded, earnestly, face softening as she spoke. “I don’t think I’ll enjoy cooking as much without you there.”

She’d surprised herself with her confidence, actually being able to say it. She was pleased to see your smile growing. There was also a glint in your eye that she couldn’t place.

Her chest tightened up as you stepped forward, hands reaching out to pull her into a hug. She melted into you, taking a deep breath to remind herself of your sweet scent.

“Soon as you make it big,” You spoke knowingly, like it was inevitable. “I’ll come find you.”

And here you were now, standing before her in her own restaurant.

You’d found her.

Her mouth fell open as she tried to find the words she’d wanted to say to you all this time. How are you? I’ve missed you? I’ve thought about you every day since the last time I saw you?

Instead, she just stayed silent. She closed her mouth, blinking up at you with those beautiful eyes of hers.

“Syd,” Her name sounded at home in your mouth. “How long has it been?”

“Three years, eight m-months.” She’d only realised how quickly she’d answered when she saw your eyebrows raise.

Carmy shifted beside her, too. It snapped her back into reality, the reality where you were standing right before her and she was acting like a fucking dickhead.

“Well, here’s hoping I’m right on time.” You didn’t look put off, you assumed that same smirk you’d given her all those three years, eight months ago.

You were, you were always right on time. Always in the right place. Always just right.

Syd managed to pull herself together enough to stand up (for whatever reason) and gesture to the seat before her and Carmy. You graciously accepted, sitting down and placing your hands on the table.

Her eyes were immediately drawn to them, the way your fingers intertwined together, the lines coming off your palms. Sydney remembered back to the institute, the distractions she’d face watching you handle a knife or split a citrus fruit.

She couldn’t think of the latter right now.

The way your fingers would pierce the skin, pulling it apart with juices spraying up your wrists. You’d scoop out the flesh with your bare hands, not caring for the way it’d leave you sticky and dripping.

You’d look up at her, finding her watching you and not minding the way she stared. The fateful day you threw the rest of the grapefruit into the scraps, bringing two fingers to your lips to lick the excess off before you washed your hands.

Sydney was completely and utterly-

“Obsessed,” Your voice brought her back into the room, only for the second or third time in the short span of time. “Obsessed with what you’ve done with this place.”

She saw Carmy smile out the corner of her eye, his cheeks blushed a little at your words. You had that effect on most people. Sydney knew better than anyone what you could do to a person with just a few words.

“Well, we’re quite impressed with your CV,” He responded, laying it out on the table. “Aren’t we, Syd?”

By the time she looked away from him, she found you were already staring at her expectantly. She nodded, mumbling an affirmative sound to the both of them.

“Really impressed, seems like you’ve done a great job since graduation.”

You lit up, that’s the only way Sydney could describe it. It was as if your heart was swelling in your chest as your cheeks rose.

“Thank you, that means a lot,” She had assumed you were referring to the both of them until you finished. “Coming from you, Syd.”

If this was how she was at the interview, lord help her in the kitchen. There was no doubt you were getting the job, that was an absolute given. But Sydney would have to think hard about how it’d work practically.

Her sous chef. Following her every move. Responding to her every word. Reliable, obedient, willing, responsive.

Syd had seen you in action at the institute, but never following her own orders. She didn’t know if she’d be able to cope with hearing your “yes, chef” and knowing it was directed at her.

Even the way you were looking at her now, so expectant, hanging on to everything she was saying. She knew that look in your eye, on your face, you’d given yourself away just a little earlier.

“Coming from you, Syd.”

Praise. You were looking for her praise.

The thought sent Sydney into overdrive, forcing her to stand up abruptly and knock her knees into the table as she did.

Both you and Carmy looked up at her in confusion, your mouth opening to ask if everything was alright.

Syd cut you off, babbling as she walked away from the table. “I just remembered- remembered that the stove is on and- that’s the number one cause of kitchen fires- and I will be right back!”

She kept talking as she eventually made her way into the kitchen, hiding in the space right next to the oven (that hadn’t been on all morning).

Sydney knew she was fucked. Royally, totally, well and truly fucked. The crush she’d had on you at the institute had been debilitating and, whilst she’d missed you, these three years and eight months had meant she was finally able to focus.

Now here you were, in her kitchen and looking like everything she’d ever wanted.

Syd had no idea how long she stayed hiding in the kitchen but sooner or later Carmy came through with a stupid smile on his face, leaning against the bench.

“Think you handled that really well.”

“Shut the fuck up, I’m begging you.”

He laughed, laying the brown folder he’d been carrying down beside him as he crossed his arms. She looked up at him, wincing a little as she already knew what was coming.

“You gave her the job, didn’t you?”

Carmy laughed louder, looking down at the heap of Sydney on the floor. She could kick his shins right now.

“Of course I did,” He responded, pushing up from the bench as he turned to leave. “Have fun training your new sous chef.”

Fucked. Completely fucked.

[numbuh-72]

"Rescued Savior Aftermath" - Fanfiction

A nice little conclusion to our fun little comic with @artsygirl0315

Decided to do a small fic due to inspiration by the lovely @kandykatz

While Phoebe started to count down from 10, Alice could only growl and stare at her with shock and surprised. The fact that Alice's tentacles were sliced through...she could only think of one thing that could've done such....Spirit Steel.

Alice: "Ngggh...Y-you are still weak mentally though! I-I could easily take you down right now and-- Gnh?!"

Before Alice could even think about attacking, she felt some...unusual presence...or...presences. She looks deep into Phoebe's eyes and notices two spirits were giving the lesbian tomboy strength to stand up and defend Gianna. This made Alice even more mad and begins to float up in the air.

Alice: "Grrrr....fine...you win this one. Besides, it'll at the least please me that your leader will throw a fit at you for leaving your post...

Phoebe: "...Yeah...he will...but deep down, I would rather not lose another close friend...and....neither would "They"...

Alice growls and soon disappears into black smoke, leaving the two girls alone. Gianna tries to get up but felt too weak. She could only tear up and even give Phoebe a small smile....feeling the reassurance in person. Phoebe turns around and runs up to Gianna, scared and worried. She carefully puts her weapon down, staring into Gianna's eyes.

Phoebe: "Gianna...I.."

Before she could utter a word, Gianna uses her last strength and hugs Phoebe as tight as she could. It was quiet for a couple moments until....she started to cry? Phoebe hears Gianna crying and...even teared up herself....knowing well why Gianna was letting it out. After a few moments, Phoebe started to speak up.

Phoebe: "....Is this what you've been doing the whole time you went missing? Dealing with this demon girl...?"

Gianna could only nod in silence.

Gianna: "...Yes. I didn't say anything to Numbuh 362 or anyone because I know that...everyone's been having a hard time and...I...felt like...I was alone..."

Phoebe's expression slowly grew into a worried look as she continued to listen to Gianna.

Gianna: "Everyone has just...fell apart....Carol has been feeling guilty.....Aiden has been in denial...Renya is just...completely gone....I...."

Gianna shakes a bit, clutching her fists and all of a sudden yells;

Gianna: "...I JUST WANT THINGS TO GO BACK TO NORMAL!"

That is when Gianna cries again, covering her face. Now she was feeling herself go backwards, thinking she was doing well in accepting "Their" deaths. However....that wasn't the case for the most part.

Gianna: "I...was only trying to be the light at the end of the tunnel for all of our friends....after all...I...promised..."Them"...to..do...suchhh....."

It wasn't long until Gianna fell unconscious in Phoebe's arms from the crying and blood loss. Without a second thought, Phoebe picks up Gianna and contacts Jeremiah to have medical supplies ready and be brought to their location. Not long after, he managed to arrive and becomes shocked at the sight of Gianna's state. He immediately works with Phoebe to bandaged up Gianna. Jeremiah pulls out his communicator, about to contact Moonbase to come and pick up Gianna....but Phoebe stops him from doing such.

Jeremiah: "...But, we need to get her real medical attention! She's really hurt..!"

Phoebe: "I know, but...I fear that if we do....she might be on lockdown and won't be able to leave base...ever. After all....she did break a lot of rules since day one.."

Jeremiah: "Then what do you think we should do? You know Tyler won't be allowing us to bring anyone into our base..."

Phoebe: "...We can do our best to tend to her at her own house."

Jeremiah: "...."

Phoebe: "As far as how...I'm unsure, but for now, she has her robot companion....I think her name is...R.I.T.A. What we can do is send her over medical supplies and packages so that way Gianna can be mended properly....somehow."

Jeremiah: "...Will it work though? What if Tyler finds out?"

Phoebe: "....He won't. He will think that these are just parts we are sending to Moonbase like usual."

Jeremiah: "Well...ok then. If you say so..."

With a new plan in motion, the two tended Gianna and got on the ship to take her back to her house. Once they rested her on the bed, they two exchanged looks and left a care package on Gianna's nightstand. Within a few hours, Gianna wakes up in pain and realizes she was in her room. She looks outside and realized it was night time. It wasn't long until her robot companion R.I.T.A. awoke and approached Gianna with the package. When Gianna opened the package, she first pulls out a small letter from both Jeremiah and Phoebe. After reading their letter, she soon pulls out the medical stuff and some...bonus stuff from the two. She could only smile softly and tears fall from her face. She looks out the window and up at the moon....

Meanwhile back at Sector PHP, Phoebe and Jeremiah were outside of their treehouse, watching the night sky as well. Although....Phoebe was pondering something Gianna had said to her before fainting. Jeremiah notices her and tilts his head.

Jeremiah: "...Phoebe..? What's up?"

Phoebe: "Mm....something was...different about Gianna..and what she said to me before passing out....something about keeping a promise."

Jeremiah: "A promise?"

Phoebe: "...Yeah...but...I'll need to ask her once we are....I guess stable enough to know...."

Jeremiah: "Hmm...well, that time better be soon....before Tyler finds out what we are doing...I mean...we did get a scolding from him earlier..."

Phoebe: "....."

Jeremiah: "I'm...gonna try and go to bed...see you in the morning..."

Jeremiah then leaves Phoebe all alone outside, as she continues to ponder the though of who Gianna was talking about....She looks at the sky one last time before going inside herself. Hopefully when the time comes, she can get answers from Gianna and figure out why she was disobeying orders from the start....

END OF STORY

Carol and Aiden belong to @kandykatz

Renya belongs to @numbuhinfinitys

I wanted to do comic again, but sadly haven't had energy to do such--

So wanted to give fanfic writing a shot! Hopefully this was something good to read! Plus it's like 1 AM here so now Imma rest- lol

[fillinforlater]

Possession of the Queen II

Female Reader x Kim Doyeon

Length: 3139 words

Tags: submissiveness, lesbian sex, size kink, dom/sub dynamics, people as sex toys, cunilingus, public sex, exhibitionism, clothed pussy, hair pulling, pussy eating but no breathing, emotional stimulation, orgasm, hints of love, sub!reader / dom!Doyeon

TW: very much public sex

Inspiration: "Sweet Juice" by Purple Kiss, @banananutsmuthie and because Doyeon hella gay

Credit: @midnightdancingsol for editing. Thank you!

PART 1 HERE

(A/N: Here we go, finally part two... if anyone actually cares xD. I really like writing these, it's definitely something different from the usual here. I hope you enjoy it too.)

“If it's that important to you, I won’t make it a problem.”

“Thank you so much!”

You give your boss a quick bow. Your heart still races after uttering your request and getting it accepted. It was likely that he would allow you to take some time off without prior warning, but there is something so wrong about it—sure, you do not know why your queen wants you around, but it’s surely not an acceptable reason to leave your awesome boss hanging, unless being a sex toy is socially accepted now.

“Can I know though,” your boss adds as you try to leave the office quickly, quietly, unsuccessfully, “what their name is?”

He has a big smirk across dark skin. while your skin on the other hand turns bright red, putting signal lights to shame. You don’t have to answer this, it’s  certainly better to go now but you stop yourself. He has it figured out, your lie must have been even worse than you thought. 

Now what? Is there a good response to this? Can you at least hide your lies better this time? Or are you willing to reveal some of this craziness to him?

“I’m sorry,” he says into the hard silence after a few seconds, “you don’t have to ans—”

“She—I mean, they, a-are awesome. Tall, strong, sm-smart and a-all that.”

He smirks again. 

“I see. I hope you have a good time and that things will work out~”

Goddammit, your good-for-nothing mouth—or is it your brain—that has these lapses every time she gets mentioned, only hinted at? 

You dart out of the office and onto the busy street. Humans walk across the sidewalks, from all sides they collide like tidal waves, yet they never hit each other. In this mess, there is you, a small nothing that no one notices. Among people with suits and ties and college students, you are invisible.

Is this your attempt at trying to run away from your embarrassment? 

In all honesty, it might—another reason why you could never be on the same level as Doyeon. 

She would stand her ground and command respect; you on the other hand can barely walk straight without bumping into a stranger. She would get her way, and if anyone disobeys, she would step over him with a death glare; you on the other hand shriek when someone laughs loudly. Doyeon would do whatever she likes; you on the other hand are a flower amidst the waves.

#

You gasp loudly when you see Doyeon laying in the spot you usually take in when she wants your services. 

You certainly did not expect her to already await you, but what’s even more surprising is everything else. The way Doyeon swipes disinterestedly on her phone is almost as confusing to you as her outfit. The cool casualness of the all black shirt, shorts and stockings, paired with surprising sexiness does not fit her image of a cruel negotiator and business woman.

“Hi,” she says and looks at you. 

“H-hello, my Queen,” you stutter and bow your head. 

You feel her gaze on you a bit longer, before she goes back to watching reels, shorts, tiktoks, whatever. Although Doyeon has never looked at you for this long at a time, you’re still not nearly as interesting as the modern, mindless entertainment videos. 

“You can leave the backpack there,” she adds, not bothering to speak louder than the voice from her phone. “Whatever is in it, you won’t need it for the next forty-eight hours. Just put it down.”

“Yes, Queen.” 

You follow her command. The heavy green backpack was filled with literally everything you could think of, like Spare underwear, a tooth brush, snacks, a razor, spare glasses, even a marker, ropes, and a brand new dildo. You remember the tingling in your stomach when you pressed all these things into the backpack.

“You’re very punctual,” Doyeon says and throws her phone somewhere onto her large bed. She inches closer, off the cushions, until she stands right before you. “It seems to be one of your virtues. I like that.”

“Thank you, my Queen.” You bow again and get on your knees. Like so often, you feel right at home. Whenever you’re here, this is your proper place, with your forehead right at her kneecaps. 

“And you are so obedient. I really like that” Doyeon coos and gently guides your chin up. Her thumb enters your mouth, the smell of her body enters your nostrils. It’s divine, golden, immaculate. You carefully suck her digits and moan an equally careful “thank you” as you do so. 

“Our taxi leaves in one hour. In the bathroom is everything you need. Pick the clothes that you like and the make-up that makes your cute face look even prettier.” Doyeon’s explanation is quick, point after point like bullets fired from a gun. “Only call me if something is urgent. Understood?”

“Yes, Queen.”

#

Doyeon is constantly breaking all the notions you held about her before. She is so confident and absolutely majestic about it that it makes you doubt your eyes for a second. When you step out of the bathroom in one of the many simple, forgettable, loose outfits that were available, she already waits at the door in black leggings, a tight white crop top, and a huge overcoat draping from her shoulders. An outfit unfitting to your image before this day; she is really changing it up today.

‘Hurry up,’ she says with no urgency or stress, but excitement hidden beneath layers of professionalism. You take quick little steps behind her, down the stairway, across the lobby, into the taxi. Doyeon on the other hand takes strides, slow strides in brand new sneakers, but in your head they sound like clicking high heels. 

The taxi ride is quiet the first few minutes, until Doyeon breaks the silence.

“Why did you choose that outfit?”

You look at her, but she looks out of the window. Something is blocking your throat making your voice sound like a pathetic cheep.

“I thought you would like this, I’m sor—”

“It looks good, better than I thought.”

Then it’s back to silence. As more time passes, you feel yourself getting more relaxed. Even the taxi driver, an uptight professional with flawless driving skill, seems more tense than you. He doesn’t dare to clear his throat, although his face looks cramped. You still can’t point out what changed though. Maybe it’s her compliment, her more approachable manner?

#

“We arrived. Follow me,” Doyeon says. You open the door on your side of the cab. The two of you climb out of the yellow vehicle. Doyeon throws what looks like at least two thousand dollars in green bills at the driver and tells him to stay put. She then turns to you.

“In the middle.”

Doyeon points towards the wide facade of the building right before you. Hundreds of people walk into and out of the rotating glass doors. Screens with billboards and repetitive ads are plastered everywhere. It seems that it’s even more extreme on the inside. Store after store after restaurant after store, some filled to the brim with people. A vibrant mall in the middle of a bright city. 

“In the middle,” the Queen repeats herself with more assertion this time, “is something like a plaza, with a red floor made of sandstone. Make sure to stay by my side and lift your head while we walk there.”

She leans down to your face and you freeze in place. Your knees almost bend at her hot breath and scary whisper.

“Everyone should see your pretty face.”

The strides, again. Doyeon’s long legs carry her quickly into the crowd. Your glasses almost fall from your sweaty nose when you hastily run behind her. Luckily, the tall woman is easily visible among all those people who dare to not part like the sea before her.

Behind the entrance, the crowd has thinned out a little, making it possible for you to walk beside Doyeon. You won’t lie, it feels odd. Her entire plan is odd. People might get the wrong idea. They shouldn’t get any idea to begin with. For those that notice you to think that you two are equals, acquaintances, lovers even would be utterly false. If they knew you just are her sex toy of course would be very much mortifying.

As your mind makes up one concern after the other, you don’t think about why you are heading to where you are heading. An empty plaza with a red sandstone floor. It fits the color scheme of the rest of the building perfectly. A space without endless amounts of feet trampling on it is massively needed to thin out the packed crowd. 

Suddenly, Doyeon reaches for your hand and entwines her fingers with yours. You yelp and look up.

“Keep your head up like this,” she says coldly, without looking at you. 

You cringe at the sweatiness of your palm compared to the dry coldness of Doyeon’s. They must be perfect for hand shakes during her meetings. She speeds up and drags you behind her for a second until you regain footing. Try to keep your head up, look at the signs above the stores, praising delicious food or sales for cloths or fucking insurances. Who goes to a mall to buy insurance?

“You see it?” Doyeon asks, gradually decreasing her walking speed. Ahead of you is the previously mentioned plaza. Rough-looking tiles spread out into all directions from which people flock to the stores they like to visit. It's impossible to make progress without bumping into them. However this plaza is completely empty and everyone has an unobstructed view of it, especially from the upper floor.

Your heart beats faster every meter you follow Doyeon into the middle. The moment she stops, her hands are on your shoulders and she pulls you in front of her. You didn’t notice that she put on one of those black face masks that not only block you from breathing in smog and viruses but also keep your identity hidden. With just her eyes she stares you down, you can’t help but feel like a tiny, fragile puppy before her. 

“Such a good girl,” Doyeon says and quickly drags a thumb over your glossy, red lips. “You know what to do, right?”

Doyeon unbuttons her overcoat to reveal her slender, athletic figure in tight clothes to you. Her leggings are pulled up just above her navel, the tight crop top makes her breasts look big and—Wait, what?

“Get on your knees.”

Around Doyeon, you always lacked the humane reaction to all her sexual requests: hesitation. She was just so overpoweringly convincing, there is no way you would have resisted her. But today it’s different. There are other people around, and you’re wide in the open for everyone to see. It’s just not the same, how could she expect you to oblige.

You stare up at her. Something about her gaze is off. It’s commanding, sure, but not with the same kind of power she usually possesses. It’s like Doyeon wants you to do it not out of fear or awe, but for a different reason. You try to decipher this reason as your hands instinctively reach for her overcoat for stability, almost having the audacity to touch her slender waist. 

It’d be easier if you could see the rest of her face, those beautiful features, the way they contort at the lack of your reaction. The frown above her eyes, each wrinkle is dishonest and not telling the whole truth. Doyeon’s nails suddenly dig into your biceps, but it’s just another front. She is not saying it, there is no reason, and so you just stand there, neck hurting from staring up.

“Get on your knees, please.”

You gasp. If it weren’t for Doyeon’s hands on your arms, you would have fallen backwards, died on impact. The red sandstone would meet the red of your blood, and if you’re honest, after hearing this, it’s not even half bad. You’re the one getting on your knees, the one who looks weird for bystanders, the one who is on mouth-level with Doyeon’s pussy, yet she falters and loses her power. 

Her hands are in your hair, making a mess of it, which isn’t unusual, however, today she is not pressing you into her core, her awaiting, eager lips. She is not using you, she is waiting for you to put your tongue on it. Even though she gives you all the control, the moment you realize the lack of panties underneath her leggings, you dig in. 

From the beginning, her moans are loud enough to drown out the announcement of a missing child. You lean in further, the hem of your skirt barely covering your butt now. You knew it was short, but it’s scary to think that anyone just needs to tilt their head a bit down to see a damp spot on your light blue panties. 

All because she said please? Throw away perhaps your job, your dignity, your life just for this one word? Judging from the way you find and nibble her clit with delight, it’s a resounding yes. You’re out of your mind—good.

Doyeon hisses and takes a step back. Your mouth instinctively follows and the inside of your thighs gets colder. People can see them, it’s not even a risk, it’s certainty. You hear the first shocked gasps from nearby girls. There are more and more people that slow down and stare. Those shopping stop and stare, those chatting stop and pull out their phones, even those in a hurry can’t help but stop and turn their head.

Flashes of light, the clatter of cameras accompanies your tongue as it presses the black fabric into the wet hole. You might not reach deep, but it’s enough to make Doyeon pull your hair in ecstasy. She goes from gazing up at the tall, glass ceiling, to down at you, the short girl with glassy eyes behind displaced glasses. She gently adjusts them, her sweaty fingers trailing over your equally sweaty cheeks.

Everyone is watching now. It’s eerily quiet, only whispering and the occasional camera can be heard. You know the rest is filming, gawking, getting aroused or infuriated, but your licks don’t stop. You eagerly eat Doyeon, faster than ever before. You dare to hold her thighs steady, as they tremble. Her arousal drenches more of her crotch, then her legs, but most importantly, your mouth. 

You get ready to drink when she finally pulls you in herself. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as clear liquid goes through the expensive fabric and finds a way from Doyeon’s pussy into your mouth. Your nose is in her pelvis too, there is no oxygen, just cum and Doyeon’s feral groans. 

The next thing you notice is her hand on your wrist. Doyeon has the overcoat back on and pulls you up from your feet before sprinting back the same way you entered the mall. The two of you crush into the frozen, flustered crowd like a bowling ball into pins. People tumble and fall to the floor, as do your glasses. No time to look back, Doyeon is going full speed for a reason. 

Outside, unassuming travelers get shoved to the side, cursed out by her sudden regain of dominance, before she literally throws you onto the back row of the same cab as before. “West side, fast” she shouts at the driver and gets in as well.

The tires screech as Doyeon is still on top of you. She finds footing and grabs you by the sides like a child to make you sit up straight. The lack of glasses is not the main reason for your hazy vision. It’s all happening so fast, you forgot how to breathe up until this point. You take rapid, uncontrolled breaths; the strange smell of the taxi, a mixture of sweat, cigarettes and death, is welcomed by your nostrils. 

“Hi, we’ll be there in twenty to thirty minutes,” Doyeon says into a phone on her cheek as she pulls away the black mask. “Yeah, depends on traffic. But feel free to prepare everything. I’ll take blonde. Yes, darker. I don’t think yellow suits me.

“What about you?”

She looks over to you. Your face must speak volumes of your confusion and it gets even worse when Doyeon leans closer to you.

“What color do you want?” she says nonchalantly, as if the last ten minutes were just a fever dream, the imagination of a horny boy walking in a mall and imagining that these two women might be more than friends. 

“Uhm, I-I don’t—”

“Hair color, babe, which one do you want?”

Doyeon is so nonchalantly again, and you cannot deal with it. Her face is so fucking close, her smell suddenly too overwhelming and that word is making you spiral out of control.

“Pick whatever you want, it’s one me,” she adds and puts a finger on your knee. Only now you notice the red imprints and grazes on them and that they actually hurt. Your mind must have blocked out the way the rough sandstone grinded on your skin. 

“Uhm, I, uhm, I take blue?” you say, unsure, unfocused, but Doyeon is satisfied with the answer. 

“Did you hear that, Kellie? Yes, blue. I think a darker tone will suit her. Of course she is. Yes, see you, bye.”

Doyeon slides the phone back into her overcoat and opens it. Her chest is still heaving as well, her abs and navel are entirely exposed now, and her leggings are thoroughly soaked. It’s all you can see, because she is so fucking close. Even after this weird phone call, she still does not back off. Instead, she cups your entire knee and gently rubs it.

“I know you don’t understand any of this yet,” she sweetly says and chuckles. “But I know you trust me, right babe?”

Her eyes have this glow again. The same glow as back in the mall. This is a sincere question, there is real uncertainty behind it. Doyeon knows that she should be right about you trusting her, but you still have to confirm it. 

You nod, flushed, out of breath once more, before putting your answer into words. 

“Yes, Que—”

Doyeon puts a finger on your lips. She goes further in, lips on your earlobe, hot breath down your neck, fingers up your thigh. You are ready, so ready for her to make you melt into the seat. She just needs to bite down, put her fingers on your nub or just say the right word, and you would lose your mind.

“Don’t say it yet,” she whispers.

“Keep it for later, babe.”

[animalinvestigator]

any manga recommendations?

yessss oh my gosh always, gladly. so honored you would ask little ol me about such a thing... i haven't been reading much lately so here's just a little list of things ive picked up in the past few months or things i've liked for a long time..... all of them are on mangadex so just look em up... Im editing this to put them under the cut sorry i didn't do it before ive been on the clock for like 4 hours and im tired Lights cigarette

fool night yasuda kasumi !!! it's currently ongoing and i recently got caught up... if i had to describe it in two words.. "post-chainsawman." it's very similar in a lot of ways, but has very different priorities.. what i really like about it is that it has kind of a tighter focus on the "poverty and capitalism" angle that chainsawman definitely covers but doesn't really devote its full attention to. in a world where the sun no longer shines, plants can't grow, so humans are constantly at a deficit of oxygen... to combat this, government facilities offer a payout to desperate people who can't afford to live if they allow themselves to be "transflorated" -- basically fed on by a magical spiritual plant that will eventually kill them and release oxygen in their stead. one such desperate person undergoes the procedure only to find he has the special ability to communicate with transflorated bodies after theyve passed... and then he becomes a Plants Detective and shenanigans ensue. Super good it made me cry... art is beautiful..... definitely worth a read if youre looking to pick up something ongoing

babel no toshokan by tsubana - stumbled upon this after reading the artist's other work "wakusei closet" on a whim... this shorter story is much preferred and has engraved itself deeply on my heart. a girl with a strange set of beliefs about reality enters a strange relationship with a boy who can read everything that's ever been written just by touching an identical sheath of paper..... seriously so good. give it a go if you want something short and sweet

planet laika & scorched earth of love by mayuri yoshida, this is a short manga and one shot bundled with it that has been one of my favorites for like FOUR YEARS NOW!!! mayuri yoshida's sickly cute animal people + loving intricate lineart combine to create a really unique visual aesthetic. its about the titular laika , as in, the dog launched into space, who has since become the ruler of a planet of dogs, and her plot to take revenge on humanity. also she has a lesbian wife. the one shot is so good too SO DONT MISS IT!!!

anyone who has heard me talk about comics for the past year or so probably knows i've been trying to get Just yknow everybody on earth to read dead dead demon's dedededestruction by inio asano. nothing i could ever possibly say about it could do it justice it's seriously my favorite manga of all time. it's about being in love with your best friend and the end of the world and aliens and politics and the internet and stuff. asano's art is truly breathtaking and unlike anything else on earth, the characters are all infectiously lovable, and it's just like... endlessly life affirming and heals my heart in a way i have a hard time articulating.

and last one... not strictly manga but i have really enjoyed keeping up with wanan's webcomic no home recently... its a long one, but i read about 275 chapters of it in like 3 days, because it's that hard to put down, LOL... extremely inspiring character writing and also just insanely fun, eunyung became an all time favorite character of mine on impact and it has one of those casts where you can't help but have fun watching them be together in literally any situation. it's about a bunch of kids with shitty family situations trying to figure out to learn to live with eachother. its an extremely good example of mundane character drama being written so compellingly that it will make you start slamming your head on walls at work. Speaking from experience.

miscellany... everyone tells you to read witch hat atelier, do it its good... everyone tells you to read dungeon meshi do that its good... Chainsaw man part 2 is getting crazy right now ...... uhhh... i have a billion more so if none of those interest you let me know and i'll share more. thank yew so much for your interest in my opinions and i hope there's something here you can appreciate!!!~~

[elacular-kink]

Poly-techhic 6: Scaring the shit out of my girlfriend (I fucking love halloween)

Finally wrote some more of my poly lesbians. For this one, we'll actually be going back in time a bit to be seasonally relevant. Chronologically, this takes place between chapters 1 and 2. In this one, Maya takes Kiran out on a date to a haunted cornfield because...well, see the title above.

Character Sheet

TW: Spooky Halloween stuff, trouble speaking, anxiety

Kinks: Hiccups, Embarrassment

"HEY! HEY SUSIE! LAST CHANCE TO COME AND GET THE SHIT SCARED OUT OF YOU!"

"FUCK OFF, MAYA!"

"PUSSY!" I sighed and shook my head as the window up above opened and a middle finger stuck out. "Damn, I was really hoping my slutty werewolf costume would do it for her. Didn't manage to get her out last year either."

My slutty werewolf costume was clearly doing something for Kiki, who I had jury-rigged a somewhat slutty nurse outfit for out of clothes we both had lying around. Even so, her attention was primarily on me and my fur bikini, which I didn't mind one fucking bit. "Th-that's alright, Maya. A-after all, this is supposed to be a date with the two of us, right? It, um, it could be awkward for Susan to be made a third wheel."

"Still don't think you're getting the whole polyamory thing, but whatever. Damn. I knew Liv was out, but I really thought I could get Sue." I realized Kiki was wriggling nervously and decided I needed to kill whatever self-deprecating bullshit she was thinking right now, so I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her up next to me. "Ah, screw 'em, though! That means I get to keep all this hot girl to myself tonight! So don't be afraid to cuddle up, cutie." I winked at her and she made a whole bunch of not-word noises. "I'll always be here to hold your hand if you get spooked. Or hold anything else you'd like." I gave her hip a squeeze and she squeaked at me. Kiki's autism apparently worked differently from Liv's. Liv you couldn't touch unless she touched you first, but Kiki never touched anyone first, and she eventually managed to say (with way more fucking words than she needed to) that she wanted to be touched and was generally okay with me doing so. Still, I kept it sweet. I'd had to deal with people playing it way slower in the past and in way dumber ways...Susie.

Either way, I brought Kiki over to my car. The car that was definitely mine and that I definitely hadn't technically stolen from my older brother. Fuck him, though. He ran off to New York City, they had subways there. "Don't worry, Kiki, I know I'm driving tonight, so I'll keep it clean. I wouldn't mind you driving my car if you wanted to though! Do you know how?"

"Ah, um, yes, somewhat, but I've never driven on legal roads before."

I adjusted the rear-view mirror to get a look at her. "You, uh...wanna elaborate on that?"

She stared down at her lap, picking at her fingernails. "My, um...my parents somewhat own a, um...private...racetrack?" I wasn't sure if she could see the way my jaw dropped, but either way, she started trying to explain. "Well, not own precisely! I-I mean, they do have a membership in the location of—a-and it's one of the highest levels so we essentially always—I don't consider myself—"

"Girl, your parents have some serious 'fuck you' money, huh?" I made my voice sound as light and amused as I could while I shifted into drive. "Jealous. My parents never had money for shit." I laughed, but it was a little more true than I wanted to admit.

"Is...is that why you're so...competent at sewing? N-not that I expected you to be incompetent, but—"

"Nah, that's fair, I'm not competent at much besides being a sex god and tackling bitches." I sighed. "Yeah, all the girls in my family had to learn to do that kinda shit. Sewing, cooking, taking care of babies, all the 'girl' stuff. Never really understood why, but they had a sorta every-sperm-is-sacred kinda thing going on, so I have a fuckload of siblings, and I'm right in the goddamn middle. But screw 'em, I don't wanna take care of babies my whole fuckin' life. Besides, they don't need me. They had, like, seven other mes that could take care of it."

"Is that why you act like you do now?" I grunted and glanced back over my shoulder while we were at a red light. Kiki had a thoughtful look on her face. "Well, you act in ways that command a lot of attention, and you surround yourself with large groups of people, but do your best to avoid being tied to the vast majority of them in a way that would limit your freedom." I kept staring at her, and she wriggled and avoided my eyes. She always did that, but she was especially doing it right now. "Um...the light is green."

"Shit, sorry." I was glad there wasn't some prick behind me to honk. It was a little too quiet for a little too long, so I laughed. "But damn! You and Liv must have the same autism superpower, 'cause you read my ass like it was quantum physics homework or whatever the fuck you do."

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, um...to..."

I shook my head but kept my focus on the road. "Don't you worry about it, Kiki. Not your fault you're a genius." It was my fault for surrounding myself with people smarter than me, but frankly, not doing that would mean I could hang with Chloe and that's about it. This was why I liked Susie. She was only as much smarter than me as normal people were. "I'm not upset." I waited for a second, then smirked. "But even if I was, I'm about to get some fuckin' revenge, cutie. You've never been to a haunted cornfield before?"

"I don't think I've ever been to an unhaunted cornfield before."

"...you know what, neither have I? But fuck unhaunted corn, what's even the point if there ain't ghosts and shit?" I heard her laughing and it got easier to smile. Good. Even if she was gonna accidentally psychoanalyze my shit, I wanted her to have fun while she did it. The rest of the drive was mostly chill. When I asked Kiki if she liked music, she said she didn't know and asked me to play something Susie would recommend. That was a bad idea, but hey, she's the one who told me to do it. So I got to get a look at the kinds of faces she made while I played an album by a band called the Piss Hydrants. That was fun.

It wasn't nearly as much fun as what was coming, though, and the second I parked at the "farm" about a half-hour away, I jumped out and howled at the moon. Someone probably yelled at me to shut up, someone usually did, but fuck them, it was Halloween. "Welcome to the spookiest night of your life, beautiful!"

Kiki got out of the car and tried to shrink in on herself. She was way better at that than someone as tall and gorgeous as her should have been. "Um, th-thank you?" I hopped over the hood of the car and wrapped an arm around her waist, getting a cute squeak out of her. "Ah! I...I hope that you don't get upset if I get too scared?"

"That's the point, you silly bitch!" I stood up on my toes but still had to hop a little to kiss the tip of her nose like I wanted to. "I wanna see you get scared so I can be all 'oooh, come here, princess, lemme knight-in-shining-armor that ass!'"

"A-aaah!" Kiki covered her face and I couldn't stop laughing. God, this girl was fucking precious. Susie didn't know what she was missing.

The fact that Susie was missing it was really annoying, actually. These two dorks had been gawking at each other since their eyes first didn't meet, and they still weren't getting with the fucking program all the way into October. If these bitches weren't kissing by Christmas, I was gonna throw a fucking fit. At least I had Liv helping me out most of the time on this one. But for right now, Kiki was all mine, and I was gonna enjoy the hell out of that. "So, you wanna jump right into the scary stuff, pretty girl?"

"H-hang on, let me just..." She took her purse and pulled out a little notebook and pencil (what the fuck, this cute little nerd!). "Alright. I should be able to map out the maze as we go through it. That should help us avoid getting lost."

I barked out a laugh. "Oh shit, right, you're smart. You're gonna do this in a smart way and not just run down every single path until you figure out the right one in a few hours."

"I...don't know that I'd even be physically capable of doing it that way."

"Fair 'nough. We'll take it at smart-girl speeds then. And don't you worry 'bout a thing. If the monsters come for us, I'm the slutty one, they'll go for me first." I popped up onto my toes so I could tap the tip of her nose. The confused way her face wrinkled at that was fucking adorable.

It took us a bit to actually get into the cornfield. Kiki got distracted by jack-o-lanterns and the hayride and adorable shit like that. She kept flapping her hands the whole time. It was so fucking cute, and I was glad she mostly didn't notice she was doing it. But eventually, I finally managed to get the two of us into the maze. The cute mad hatter/juggalo-looking motherfucker at the entrance gave us some spiel about a murder or vampires or some shit, I didn't really care. All I cared about was that my tall-ass date was clinging to me and already looking spooked as hell even when we just stepped in. "Don't worry, Kiki," I snapped a quick kiss to her cheek and she squealed. "I'm a tough girl. I'll protect you from Freddy Krueger or whoever the fuck's out here."

She nodded a few times, but still clung to me as best she could. It was kind of hilarious that even with her arms around my shoulders, she was doing her best to draw out a map in her tiny little notebook. "S-so the entrance is here...I think that making the lines represent approximately five meters would be adequate, so with how we've traveled thus far—"

"Babe, we can literally still see the entrance if we turn around." Kiki whimpered and buried her face in my hair as I laughed. "Don't worry, don't worry! You can map out anything you want. Just wanna make sure you know we ain't lost yet."

"O-of course."

As much of a brave face as I was putting on, the spooky ambiance was getting to me. That wasn't a surprise, I knew it would. And the rustling cornstalks and weird noises being piped in from somewhere did creep me out, but that fact just hyped me up. It was hard not to run ahead to try and find the first scare, but having Kiki clinging to me helped me remember, and I was glad my hair was poofy enough that I could bounce and wriggle underneath her without headbutting her chin.

I was even more glad that my poofy hair protected her when a guy wearing fake teeth leapt out and "Blaaaaagh!"ed at us. I shrieked and jumped back, just barely stopping myself from shoving too hard into my date before I burst out laughing. "Fuck you dude!" The vampire didn't insult me back. Instead he just "Blaaaaagh"ed back into the cornfield. After that, I was still laughing, but I knew I'd heard some loud Kiki noises behind me, so I turned around to check on her. "H-hey, cutie. That guy didn't get you too bad did...he?"

Instead of a nervous smile or a look of surprise like I expected, Kiki's face was bright red and her eyes were shut tight, both hands clasped over her mouth. "Mmh!" She made a weird, muffled little noise that I didn't really hear right.

"You okay?" She didn't respond. "Hey, it's okay if you yelled, babe. That's kinda what we're here for." She squeaked again and I noticed how her whole body jolted. And then I realized I recognized that kind of jolting, and I had to chomp down on the inside of my lip to make sure I didn't start grinning. "What's up, Kiki? Has one vampire really got you shakin' that hard?"

After a moment, she let out a few whimpers, then finally coughed out a breath before she sucked it back in with a "*HEEK!*"

I couldn't stop myself from smiling that time, but I at least managed to hold back most of my laughter. "Whoa! That was so loud! What was that, Keeks?" She whined more and kept her hands over her mouth, and I did my best to calm down. "Hey...hey, you good, hon?"

"Mmf...*HMK!* Nnh!"

Yeah, I still couldn't stop smiling. I did my best to be gentle with her though. "Awww, babe. You got the hiccups?" She whimpered and nodded, and they were still loud even through her hands. "That's fuckin' adorable." The sound she made at that and how red her face went drove me absolutely crazy. How was this girl so fucking cute? I kept my arm tighter around her waist and felt how it bounced her whole body against me. Nowadays I totally got what made Susie so into this. "Don't worry about it, cutie. I don't think you're gonna attract any more ghosts than my loud ass was already gonna." I felt her giggle, then hiccup again, and I couldn't help it. I just popped up and pressed a smooch to her neck, and that got another kind of squeak out of her. "And hey, they say a scare's supposed to cure those, right? So fuck, we're in just the right place here! Let's keep going!"

Now Kiki was trying to cling to me, draw her map, and cover her mouth all at once, and it super wasn't working. As adorable as that was, it was slowing us down enough that I felt like it was kind of an issue. It took us nearly five minutes to even get to the next spook, and as soon as the knockoff ring chick screamed at us, Kiki started hiccuping even worse. She whined and buried her face in my hair, and even if it was the cutest shit I'd ever seen, I wanted to make sure she was actually good. "Hey, ring chick! Samsara or what's your face!" For some reason, that made Kiki laugh, and that didn't make her hiccup any less. Ring chick poked out of the corn again and looked at me...probably. I couldn't tell through all the hair. "Can me and my date have a minute in your little hidey-hole? I, uh, I promise we're not gonna fuck in it."

"Maya! *HIUK!*–ah!"

"What?" I turned to Kiki. "I said we're not gonna fuck in it." After a moment, the ring chick shrugged and held open the corn for us. "Thanks, sis! C'mon, Kiki, you're okay." Once me and Kiki were in the little corn hollow (the ring chick stayed outside like a spooky bouncer or something), I sat us both down and rubbed her back. "Hey. You good, babe?"

She pulled her face out of my hair and nodded weakly, but she was shaking even between her hiccups. "S–*HMK* s-sorry Ma–*UCK!* A-aaah...*MMP* M-Maya. *HEEK!* Nneh!"

"Hey, what the fuck are you sorry for?" I put my hand on her head and pulled her down to lean against my chest while I rubbed her hair. She didn't let me just plant her face in my boobs though. Shame. "You didn't do anything wrong. I just wanted to check on you." She tried to say something, but eventually she just whined, and I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and kissed her forehead. "Hey, I can tell that talking's tough right now. Would it help if I guessed what was up?" After a second, she nodded again. "Are you worried that your hiccups are interrupting us?" Another nod. "Okay, if that's the case, don't even worry about that. I'm here to have fun, and seeing you all cute and blushy and hiccupy is totally fun!" That made her even cuter and blushier and she actually did hide her face in my boobs that time. I hoped she didn't realize that was what she was doing. "Any other worries?" She nodded and I hummed and thought about it. "You worried you'll...bug other people?" Another nod. "Babe, most of the people here are little kids or drunk college students, they won't give a shit. And besides that, I'm way fuckin' louder than you."

After a few moments, she slowly lifted her head. "Th–*UK!* nnh...*HMK* those were the m–*HMP*–m-main ones."

"God, you are such a fuckin' sweetheart, you know that?" She hid her face again and I couldn't help but laugh. "So if you know those are okay, any little worries or anything?"

After a few hiccups, she mumbled something into my chest. "It's em–*HMP!* embarrassing. *HNK-LP!* Nnh!"

"Awww, babe," I pulled her chin up and smooched her forehead. "You don't gotta be embarrassed. You're cute as fuck." It took all my self-control not to smirk while I said a thing I probably shouldn't have: "Susie'd totally agree with me if she was here." Kiki squeaked and hid her face one more time, and I couldn't help laughing. "She would! She'd be like 'Aww, poor Kiran. It's okay, my powers of butch emo-ness will take care of you and your hiccups.'" She would absolutely not be like that, she wouldn't even be able to say the word, but I couldn't share that part yet.

After a second, Kiki pulled her face out of my tits and gave me a weird look. "Um...*HMK* Maya, is it o–*HOUK*–k-kay if I ask y–*HOOP*–o-oou a question? *HMK-MMP!*" I shrugged. "You...*HULP* You know that I ha–*UCK* have a crush on Su–*HOOK* Susan, right?"

I stared down at her and let her free when she started squirming. "I mean...duh? Everyone knows that. And she's definitely into you too."

Kiki laughed way too loud and fake at that, and I could tell she didn't believe me. Fuck, why was Liv the only girl I'd ever met who knew how hot she was? "I, um...*HMP* I don't know ab–*HOUK* about that." There was a shriek from outside and I jumped and Kiki let out a huge "*HIULK!*" I couldn't help it, I cackled at that, and I was glad that a second or two later, she giggled too. "The...the wo–*HUP* woman out there is go–*HOOK* good at her job. *MMK*."

"Man, maybe I should try and get hired here next year. I'd love to get paid to do this shit."

"You'd be–*HEEK* so good at *ICCUP* that!" Kiki smiled and flapped her hands, and I thought I'd gotten her to actually forget her hiccups for a second. A moment later, though, she shrunk in on herself again. "B-but what I w–*UCK* was saying was...um–*HUMK* if you know that I'm at–*HUP* attracted to Su–*HOOK*–usan, then why a–*URK* are you dating me?"

I blinked. "Uh...kinda thought we'd been over this. Like, I'll mess around with just about everyone, especially a cutie like you."

"I-I underst–*UP*–stand that! A-and I a–*ULK*–also know that Su–*HOOK*–san is in a sort of re–*HEEK* relationshi–*HIP* with you and a–*ULP* also with Olivi–*UCK* and it's sort of co–*HMMP*–plicated and..."

"Slow it down, babe, you're going in circles." I rubbed her back and felt her jolt into my hand as she took a few deep breaths between her hiccups. "Yeah, Susie and Liv and I are all poly in our own ways. And Susie likes you. And I like you too. Dunno if Liv is into you like that, but she definitely doesn't not like you. So I'm not sure what the issue is here."

Kiki sighed and stared down at her lap while she knelt on the ground next to me. "I...I don't *HUP* quite know myself. *HMK!* It just..." She hiccuped a few times, but I couldn't let myself enjoy staring at her as much as I wanted to. The look on her face was still weirdly serious. "It just se–*HEEK* seems hard to bel–*HIEVE*–Hmk-khff–*MMK!* E-excuse me. *HMP*. It's hard to be–*HEEP* believe that I'd ge–*HUP* get this lu–*HUCK*–ky. To be born int---to money. To have the e–*up* educational opportun–*ic*–ties that I've had. And then to ha–*uck* have two incredibly strong, handsome, pretty," she started flapping again, "f-funny, bold, cool girls h---have a crush on me? It just..." She sighed. "It doesn't make sense. *hmp*. Nobody's that lucky."

"Kiki..." I stared up at her and kept rubbing her back, then knelt up tall so I could pull her into a hug and have her head on my shoulder. She was a little surprised, but she still wrapped her arms around me, and she was so soft and fat that she couldn't help but be a good hugger. Plus, I got to feel a few little hiccups still rocking through her body. After a bit, I pulled back and adjusted my glasses (no contacts, ever, not even for a werewolf costume. Fuck it, werewolves can have glasses too) so I could look at her face. She avoided my eyes, but only in a normal Kiki way. "I mean, you're the math nerd, so you know more about probabilities and shit than my dumb ass, so let's go with what you say. Sure, nobody gets that lucky. And neither did you." I poked her nose again. "You didn't get lucky. You got pretty and smart and sweet and cute and nerdy, and that made people like you. That's not luck. That's just people seeing the shit that's obviously right in front of them." Her whole face went so red and she buried it in my chest again, whimpering out a few more hiccups. I laughed. "See? This is the kind of shit you do that totally proves my point! That's cute as fuck, Kiki!" I tilted her face up at me again. "That's cute as fuck. And so is drawing a weirdly accurate map of the maze in your notebook. And so is looking all nervous and happy all at once in your slutty nurse costume." She hid her face again with that, but I let her get away with it. "And so is getting so spooked that you catch the hiccups. Think they're all better now though."

She nodded into my boobs, then pulled back further, and I sat back on my heels so she was taller than me again. "Th-they are. I think. Maybe. B-but it's strange." Her lips pursed in a cute little thinking face. "Ever since the start of the school year, I've been catching the hiccups much more frequently than I used to. I-I'm assuming that it might have something to do with HRT, erm, hormone replacement therapy because I started that at the same time, and it makes more sense that it might be a cause than just a change in environment, but I've never actually heard that...um...M-Maya, why are you smiling like that?"

I realized that I was grinning like a fucking maniac. Which was so not my fault! Kiki was getting the hiccups more often as soon as she came here? Christ, it was fucking fate! Liv and Susie may have been soulmates, but these two were totally meant for each other too! Susie you lucky fucking bitch, why aren't you on this date too?

Buuuuuuut I wasn't actually allowed to say any of that. So instead I just laughed. "'Cause that's cute as fuck too, Kiki! And it means I get to tease you about it!" Her face went red and she stammered, but I knelt up again so I was tall enough to throw an arm over her shoulder, pulling her in close enough that I could give her a noogie. "Adorable little nerd with a case of the hiccups...fuck, how am I supposed to not smooch you?" I snapped a few kisses to her cheeks and she giggled and squirmed in my grip. And hearing and seeing her laugh just made my whole fucking week.

Once her giggles had calmed down, she wiggled away from me again and stood up. "W-well, um...if you think it's cute, that's good, because I...I feel like they're not quite...gone? I think they might start up if I get frightened again."

"Well, since you're so fucking cute with them, sounds like even more reasons to keep going deeper into the corn then, huh?" 

After a moment, she nodded, then wrapped her arms around my shoulders again, writing in her little notebook and burying her face in my hair. "Lead the way please, Maya."

"With fuckin' pleasure, Kiki!"

I took Kiki back out of the corn and thanked Samanda or whoever the hell the ring girl was (and I also had Kiki give me a piece of her notebook paper to give her my number), and then we kept going through the maze. She was right, the next time she got spooked she started hiccuping all over again, but this time she just kept her face in my hair, squeaking and squealing and hiccuping, bouncing more and more every time we got scared. Even if she weren't muffling herself, she probably wasn't louder than me since I screamed every goddamn time. But even with her bouncing and shaking all over the place (which was kinda doing something for me the way her belly and new tits kept pushing into my back), I noticed her giggling after the scares along with me. Good girl.

Fuck, how were the girls around me all so fucking cute?

When we got to the end, Kiki was a worn-out, hiccupy, giggly mess, so I took her to the car to calm down. I couldn't talk, though. Almost literally. I'd screamed my ass off in there, and my throat was kinda fucked. "Hey, lookit you, all smilin' and shit. You have fun, Kiki?" She was hiccuping so fast that speaking would definitely be a pain in the ass, so she just nodded at me through the rearview. "Good! Good. But you did a lot more walking than you usually do, I bet." She slowly frowned and nodded. Fuck, made her sad. Fixing that immediately. "A lot more bouncing and hiccuping too." That got her to blush instead of looking sad. Better. "So you probably wanna head back home, huh?" She nodded again. "Works for me. I'll hit some of the parties once I put your hiccupy ass to bed. Don't think either of us will be doing much talking on the way back, though, so how about some more Sue-approved music?" The concerned look that got out of her made me snort. "Don't worry, this time I'll play something normal humans like too. Bitch isn't too good for Queen."

The drive back to college was pretty chill. Kiki was hic-hic-hiccuping away in the back, and I really wished Susie'd come with us so I could have chucked her back there too, but she was also bobbing her head curiously along with Queen. Cute. And I got to put most of my focus on the road like I was actually supposed to do.

It ended up being a really good thing I did that because we weren't far from the college when I saw something that made me hit the brakes. "What the..." Kiki looked worried when I said that, but I pulled into reverse, moving backward on the street, slipping into a fake parallel park, and rolling down the window. "Hey! Hey, Liv! That better not be you!"

The chick on the sidewalk dressed like a mad scientist stopped and looked at my car, and it was definitely fuckin' Liv. She confirmed that by walking over and hiccuping at me, followed by a short dude in a rubber Frankenstein mask. "I'm not Li–*IC*–iv, I'm Victor Frankenst---stein. Meet my son Adam. *hup* He killed my wife."

"Bullshit! Uh—" I looked at the rubber mask that stared back at me. "Bull...crap I mean. What are you doing? You said you never go out on Halloween!"

"No, I said I'd ne–*up* never be avail–*ic*–able. Different things. *hmk* Hi Kiran." Kiki was super flushed and flustered looking and had her hands over her mouth, keeping her hiccups almost totally quiet (kinda impressive, with how loud they were for most of the ride). Liv waved at her and she pulled one hand away to rapidly wave back. "I don't want to go *hup* to parties or haunted pla–*uck*–aces, I want to go trick-or-tre–*heek*–eating."

"Bro, you should have fuckin' said that! I'd totally go with—" I realized I'd just sworn again and bit my tongue. "...okay, yeah actually, I can see why I'm not invited. Anyway, who's the runt? Little cousin or something?"

Liv smiled widely. "My secret weapon. The re–*heek* reason I can still do this."

"Wait a minute..." I reached out and grabbed Frank's rubber face. His hands immediately went up to grab at my wrist, but I was still able to yank the head off, and underneath was Susie, her face bright red and her hair a staticky mess. "HAH!" She grabbed the mask back, but it was too late. I'd seen. And from the way she sat up, I knew Kiki'd seen too. "So this is why you wouldn't come with us, huh? Scamming for candy?"

"We started doing thi–*ic* this back in high school." Liv's face was flat again, but she sounded happy as fuck, and I would be too. "If Susanna's going to stay *hmk* this short, no reason not to get some use out of it."

"You say that like I have a fucking choice." Her voice sounded so stupid inside of that mask.

I was just barely keeping myself from completely laughing my ass off. "Haah...hhaaah. Okay, I get why you were busy now. Liv's not gonna let you have the night off, is she?"

"It's not like she does–*nnk* doesn't get half the candy." Liv shrugged.

"Fuckin' amazing." I sighed. But hey, since I had everyone here... "I think you still missed out though. I'd totally give up candy to get to see Kiki all scared and hiccupy like I did tonight."

Kiki yelped, then hiccuped completely out loud for the first time since I'd parked here, and I grinned. I grinned more at how I could feel Susie glaring at me even through her frankenface. "Oh, you have the hi–*ic*–ccups too. I thought you might." Liv poked her head in. "I've ha–*hup* had mine on and off *ulp* all day. Did you ca–*hup* catch yours at the corn maze?" Kiki nodded and hiccuped out a tiny "sorry". "I don't know wha–*hup* what you're apologizing for." Liv shrugged. "Anyway. *hmk* Adam and I have more houses to hi–*ic* hit. This gave me a nice longer brea–*uck* break from having to stifle th---though. Can't look dru–*hup* drunk while I'm trick or tre–*eat*–ing. So thanks for that. Bye, Maya. *hmk* Bye, Kiran."

"Later, doc!" I let myself laugh harder now, even though it hurt my throat.

Liv started walking away, but Susie actually held back, and after a second she moved over and knocked on the back window. Kiki glanced at me and I shrugged, so she rolled it down, hand over her mouth and still looking way too embarrassed. "Hey." Susie's low, muffled voice came out through the rubber. "I'll give you five dollars if you hiccup again."

Aww, she wasn't weird about saying the word this time. Damn. And the mask was totally hiding her super blushy face. Double damn. Kiki was just confused as she stared out at her. "I...what? S-Susan, that's...kind of you? But I absolutely don't need any monetary help, I..." She paused and moved her hand down to her chest. "I...oh! I-I think they're gone!"

"Good, 'cause I don't actually have five dollars. Later, Kiran." That was all Susie said before she walked off after Liv. Dammit, she managed to pull off looking kinda cool while dressed like fucking Frankenstien. That bitch had no idea what kind of rizz she was lugging around. Heartbreaking. 

"Huh." Rizz or not, I smiled back at Kiki. "Well ain't she chivalrous! Gettin' candy for a ladyfriend and saving you from those dastardly hiccups!"

"I...have no idea how that worked." Kiki was still sort of touching her chest, and I wondered if she knew how fucking cute she looked.

"How come you were trying to hide it? Just feelin' shy?"

"Um, probably yes, but..." she looked down and pushed her hands into her lap. "I was more concerned that Olivia would think that I was, um...mocking her?"

"...babe, definitely nobody thinks that. And if she did think that, she'd ask, and then she'd listen to you when you said no."

"Why has Susan never used that trick on Olivia? It was...shockingly effective on me."

I pulled the car back into drive and headed off again. "Nothin' cures Liv. And Susie knows that. Liv's been like this forever, so she's heard 'em all." After a moment, I snorted. "Well, one thing kinda cures her, but it ain't that." I saw Kiki tilt her head in the back. "Nah, can't get into specifics. You'll probably find out sometime though."

"I see." Kiki rubbed her chest again. "Having the hiccups is more physically tiring than I realized. I suppose it makes sense that Olivia has as much endurance as she does."

"Yeah, Liv's a tough bitch. There's a reason she's a first-stringer on the team, and it ain't just for her fast, long-ass legs." What was left of the ride was still pretty chill, and I pulled up next to Kiki's house after just a few minutes. "And welcome home, Nurse Hottie. You want me to walk you in?"

Kiki shook her head and got out, but she still hovered next to the window. "No. But...thank you so much, Maya. I really really had fun."

I grinned. "Good! You deserve to, Keeks!"

Hearing her giggle made me so fucking happy. She didn't start walking to her door right away, though, rocking back and forth on her feet instead. "Um, Maya? I...I don't want to assume anything, and—and you can say no if you want to! I-I'm not sure I should even ask, but I was, um, I just—"

"Hon, spit it out, I won't be offe—"

"Maya, can I please kiss you?!"

God damn. Kiki's face was so fucking red after she yelled that. I wondered if mine was too. I was pale as fuck, so I blushed pretty easy. My jaw had definitely dropped either way, but it only took a second for me to start smiling instead of gawking. "Fuck yeah, you can kiss me, Kiki! Go for it!"

She closed her eyes, opened them again, closed them, opened them, wriggled, flapped her hands, bent down, got up, bent down, and I was starting to think that I might have to give up on this when she suddenly grabbed my face with both hands and smooched me. Her lips were all fishy and weird. She was gripping my face too hard. And she pulled back after barely a second, leaving me kinda spitty. "Ah! A-ah..." her hands were flapping again. "I-I'm sorry, I should have—*HIC!*" My jaw definitely dropped again. Kiki's did too, but only for a second before she covered her mouth with her fists. "*HICCUP!*"

I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing. I made sure I grabbed her hand so she wouldn't get away, though. "Kiki, you're so goddamn cute, what the fuck!" I forced it out between my laughs, then got up out of the car so I could hug her. She whined and hid her face in my shoulder, and I stood on my toes to make that easier for her. I rubbed and patted her back and she hiccuped against me. "You're so fucking cute. Scared yourself into the hiccups again just 'cause you kissed a hot girl." I couldn't help but sigh like a fucking doofus. "...hey." I dropped back down and looked up at her, making sure I was still smiling. "Maybe getting kissed by a cute girl'll get rid of 'em. Wanna try it?" After a few hiccups, she nodded quickly, and I held her face and pulled her into another kiss. I'd gotten pretty good at kissing people with the hiccups over the past year, so I was able to keep her head mostly in place with just a hand on her cheek. When I pulled back, she was still hiccuping, but she actually looked me in the eyes for a split second without looking scared by it. "Awww. Still got 'em. Wanna try again?"

After a few long moments, Kiki shook her head. "N-no. *HEEK* N-not because I di–*IC* didn't like it! I just–*HEEKUP!* Ah!"

"I getcha. Just had enough for one night?" She pulled in on herself and nodded. "Alright. You did great, Keeks. Get some good rest. See you tomorrow?" She nodded again and smiled at me. She wasn't good at smiling on purpose, but I could still tell she meant it.

I still had parties ahead of me that night, but even if every single one of them was complete ass, it'd still probably be the best Halloween ever.

...

Disloyal Ho: Hey Keeks! Its Maya!

Kiran (Kiki): (Thank you for making that clear)

Disloyal Ho: (np) I was thinkin about butch seducing and I got a great idea

Kiran (Kiki): Oh? What is it?

Disloyal Ho: I totes hear the exclamation point that thosed actually have next to em if you said em out loud. But anyway I got two questions for you now 1. Do you remember our halloween date last month? And 2. How do you feel about scary movies? Cause I think youll like em a lot better after this.