#yes I’m a lesbian but . . . spike

[idratherbewrong]

I wish I could watch Buffy for the first time again. For many reasons but one huge one is to feel my brain chemistry change when Spike crashes in to Sunnydale. (and in to my heart) Seeing him get out of his car muttering “home sweet home” while lighting a cigarette.

I’ll never be the same.

[infictionalwonderland]

Hiii, not sure if your requests are open so feel free to ignore this, but could you do Eloise Bridgerton with a fem! royal! reader who is completely smitten with Eloise and is very open about being a lesbian? And her family supports her (shes Queen Charlottes favorite niece)

(they are open! and absolutely i can do this for you babe x)

“She’s here!”

The Queen, your aunt, rolled her eyes fondly at you as you scuttled away hastily—a secret smile pulling at her lips at the sheer happiness on your face.

You waded through the mass of people in the ballroom, a smile practically stretching from ear to ear. Some turned to look and curled their lips in disgust at you, knowing very well who you were walking to. Others looked at the raw joy on your face and smiled with you.

You stopped a bit away from your girl and her family, taking the time to admire her. Her hair was in a ponytail of curls with two pulled out the side and her fringe framing her face—lips a soft ruby and skin sparkling under the light. She was dressed in a soft mint green dress, a delicate necklace adorning her neck and resting on her chest, her arms covered with long gloves.

(You were in love)

“Ah.” Daphne spoke first, as she saw you. Her lips curled into a secret smirk, clasping onto her husbands arm and hiding her face half behind his bicep to conceal herself.

Simon looked down at her fondly, eyes practically glimmering.

“Hello Bridgertons.” You beamed genuinely, all the family returning your expression with equal truth.

As you had done her, Eloise could not help but stare at you in awe. Your skin looked glowy and wonderfully soft under the lightening, your smile the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen—eyes squinted with the force of it. Your dress was otherworldly, although to her, anything you wore would be and she just wanted to run her fingers through your hair.

“How do you all find yourself fairing tonight?”

“Yes, yes, very good. Blah—blah.” Benedict immediately waved the question away with an easygoing smile, gently taking his sisters arm and pushing her towards you. “We know which Bridgerton you are truly here fo.” He rolled his eyes playfully.

Eloise flustered, unused to such attention but you smirked back at Benedict. The whole family watched with smiles on their faces as their stone cold Eloise who detested marriage and had no true belief in love, melted against you as you took her hand, staring at you with wonder in her eyes.

“I’m beginning to realise it was never love she loathed—“ Anthony mumbled to Kate at his side, “just men.”

“Yes, and who can fault her that?” Kate questioned, head tilted.

All smiles, you looped your arm through Eloise’s and the both of you gracefully walked off—well, you glided effortlessly, from years of training and Eloise’s steps were harsh and careless against the floor, an endearing sense of her own unique grace about her.

“How are you today, Miss Bridgerton?” You smiled at her cheekily, eyes twinkling in a way that immediately disarmed her.

“I—yes, I am quite well, thank you.” Eloise stumbled, a fluttering feeling settling deep within her stomach, heart spiking as she was unable to look away from your eyes. “And yourself, your—your grace?”

“I could be your grace if you would like.” You emphasised pointedly, a mischievously sweetened smile curving at lips. You snatched a flute of alcohol from a passing servers platter, daintily looking into the eyes of the woman you admired.

She gulped slightly, a charmed blush warming her skin.

“I’ve had a genial day so far, my lady.” You giggled softly. “Although it has become all the more enjoyable when graced with your wondrous presence.”

“I can say much the same for myself.” Eloise rushed out genuinely, a smile at her lips as your eyes sparkled in response. “I find being in your proximity a most precious experience.”

“Perhaps you should venture in closer,” you offered almost offhandedly, taking another sip from your flute as you observed her, “you discover that to be an even more precious time.”

Eloise laughed a tad too loudly, nerves escaping her, but—with a timid smirk curving into her plush mouth, she edged closer towards you.

“And?” You encouraged amusedly, smiling.

“I—Your presence is even more powerful from here.” She grinned crookedly, “perhaps a tad too powerful—“ she joked, moving to take a teasing few paces away.

Your gloved hand caught her own and you both breathed in sharper at the contact. Without taking your eyes from hers, you traced almost absently on the silk material and she shallowly breathed in, feeling the sensations of your touch as though they were against her bare skin.

“Stay close, please.” You simply stated, tugging her back towards you gently. “If you would like.”

“I would like very much.”

You raised an amused eyebrow at her immediate reply and she battled back embarrassment as she made direct eye contact you, unabashed in the truth of her words.

“Your Grace, you look enchanting tonight.” Eloise complimented truthfully, admiring you. “I am only disheartened I have to share this awe-inspiring view with others.”

“You could admire me further in private, if you simply ask to do so.” You shrugged, a smirk on your lips.

Eloise blinked innocently, narrowing her eyes (cutely) as she attempted to recognise the hidden meaning—your words and tone making her feel warm all over.

She was about to open her mouth to adhere to your request when another approached.

“Your Grace,” a well dressed man you did not know walked to you both, bowing to you deeply while staring. “Lady Bridgerton.” He shortly acknowledged.

“It is indeed a pleasure.” Eloise muttered with a tight, bitter smile as she stepped closer to you—feeling dismay at how this man was staring at you.

“Quite.” He agreed, still gazing at you. “It has come to my attentions that your dance card is still empty, Your Grace—“

“Is it?” You interrupted, tilting your head innocently. “Allow me.” You implored to him, holding you hand out for his quill that a man was required to bring, to scribe on a lady’s dance card.

He blinked, a smirk crawling to rest on his mouth as he wielded to you his quill. You took it and immediately turned to Eloise, who grinned crookedly at you when you extended your wrist to her with the man’s quill.

The gent sputtered and flailed usefully in your peripherals but you could frankly give less of a shirt—staring at Eloise as she gently clasped your wrist in her hand, writing hurriedly onto your dance card with a triumphant grin upon her lips.

Fuck. You wanted to kiss her.

“This—this is hardly—“

“Enough? I do quite agree.” You aunt announced as she made her rare appearance on the ballroom floor, glowering superiorly at this unknown man. “I will organise more dances for you and your beloved. Now, shoo, shoo.” She turned to you, ushering you to the floor as a new dance began, a secret wink shot at you.

You and Eloise clasped hands, running away and towards the rest of the couples, giggling like children as you left the treacherous man with your darling aunt.

“You are a marvel.” Eloise laughed out softly, cheeks burning with joy, eyes crinkled as you stood across from one another—curtsying to each other. “I could not have asked for a better partner—in well, everything.”

“Oh, El.” You beamed, an enamoured giggle leaving your throat. “Believe me, it is I who is the lucky one.”

“Rubbish.” She rolled her eyes playfully, “never had I envisioned, even in my wildest fantasies, that—that I could. . would feel this way for another. But, you have invoked such—such emotion in me, it is almost a miracle.” Eloise laughed sheepishly. “You are not only angel in beauty and mind alike, you are also a miracle worker. . Are you not simply all a woman could ever want?”

“If you insist, Lady Bridgerton—“ You grinned widely, shrugging playfully at her.

You both laughed together, garnering sneers and smiles alike, although none of it was noticed. Lost in your own little bubble, hearts and butterflies practically fluttering around the pair of you.

In a spur of the moment, you decided to break from the traditional dance, pulling Eloise impossibly close to you before twirling her out—her dress billowing: she yelped in shock before you were both laughing giddily, others on the dance floor stumbling in bewilderment.

All eyes were on you both but you could not care, did not notice. You spun Eloise around before twirling her back to your front, swinging her playfully as she laughed loudly and you grinned uncontrollably down at her.

The sudden lack of chatter caused your shared laughter to slowly die out, looking about only to realise all eyes were on you both.

People blinked owlishly at the pair of you and you could feel Eloise begin to tense defensively before a sharp whistling erupted—followed by whoops and claps.

Everyone turned to see Benedict, fingers to his lips as he whistled uproariously. Kate was whooping and cheering happily, smiling ear to ear and Anthony, arm around her waist, was following her lead. Violet was politely clapping, a barely noticeable sheen of happy tears at her eyes at seeing her daughter to happy—Lady Danbury at her side, was applauding wholeheartedly as well. Colin was grinning, cheering—Penelope at his side was similarly expressing. Daphne and Simon were clapping loudly: The Queen, back on her platform, was engaging in a secret applause of her own, concealing her smile with Brimsley at her back doing the same.

Eloise and You blinked.

“Yes, yes!” Eloise snapped over the cheering, concealing her own smile and touched emotions. “We are quite besotted, thank you all for noticing, if you could return to your prior engagements that would sincerely appreciated.” She shouted, glaring at everyone.

The people of the ton twitched and blinked and fumbled in fear of the Bridgerton girl, returning to what they were doing—some sneaking looks back at you both.

When Eloise turned back to you in a pouty huff, you were beaming at her, mischief in your eyes.

“Besotted—?”

“Shut up!”

As your combined laughs echoed beautifully once again, all the Bridgertons and their extended family traded genuine smiles.

Their Eloise was incredibly happy, so it seemed: as were you.

[stitched-mouth]

Green Mommy

Summary: Your girlfriend’s new power has made your sex life a whole lot more interesting.

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Lesbian smut, Girl on Girl, Monster fucking, Oral sex (fem giving and receiving), Cum eating, Established relationship, Mommy kink, Use of Vibrator, Use of Strap-On, Anal sex (fem receiving), Reader is tipsy and She-Hulk is sober during the sex.

I use the word ‘minge’ once.

Writing Time: 2 hours.

Word Count: 1,857.

Format: Kinktober Fic, Day 24.

A/N:

I was super excited for this fic, I’ve been wanting to write for She-Hulk for ages and I’m super into monster fucking so this was bound to be great. Hope you enjoy!

I wrote this slightly weirdly. I was trying to keep Jennifer and She-Hulk completely separate in the beginning but towards the end it sort of becomes, Jennifer-in-She-Hulk’s-body, but it’s still clear to read.

You and Jennifer had been dating long before she became She-Hulk.

But sadly it wasn’t as perfect as you thought it would be. Yes, you and Jennifer were definitely in love and spent a lot of time together. But your issues were not so much to do with your relationship.

It was your sex life. It practically didn’t exist.

You and Jennifer had had sex twice since you started dating, 3 years ago. You knew Jennifer had some serious body issues that put her off the subject, but also that she wanted it just as badly as you did.

Jennifer spent a lot of her time before her transformation thinking of ways to have sex with you, she never thought of anything she was happy with and willing to start with you.

But that changed with She-Hulk.

Jennifer felt a newfound confidence in her body as She-Hulk, and a spike in her sex drive.

As did you. Seeing your girlfriend so big, proud and confident made you so hot and wet. You could almost hear the squelching in between your thighs as She-Hulk handled Titania in the court room.

She may have lost the case because of it but she absolutely taught you and Titania something. That she couldn’t be physically brought down.

At the bar later you gripped your girlfriend’s arm tightly and drunkenly whispered to her how wet you was, just from her little take down as She-Hulk. Jennifer, now back in her She-Hulk form, grinned back at you.

Before you knew it you were both home and in the bedroom.

You were undeniably a little scared to sex with a giantess, but more excited. She-Hulk was the same, a little scared to have sex for the first time in this form and about hurting you, but her excitement was bleeding into her core and making her burn.

She laid you down gently on the bed and kissed you sweetly. She kissed all the way down your tiny body till she reached your hips, then she was ripping off your clothes like they meant nothing.

Jennifer had never been rough with you before and usually she cared a lot about clothes, so this was completely new from her.

Your panties stayed on though. She-Hulk ripped a hole in them, it was clearly a calculated move to keep them on but still expose your pussy to her.

The green giantess looking down at your pussy first and smiled, patting it gently with two fingers before slowly pushing in one finger. She looked up at your face to see you moan and shiver.

Of course She-Hulk knew her fingers was radically different in size from say Jennifer’s or your own, but she knew you could take it. You was her good girl.

So she started fingering you, in and out, painfully slowly.

After only a minute or two, you was begging her for more. No matter how big, just one finger wasn’t enough.

She-Hulk giggled and added two more fingers, and quickly leaned down to catch your loud moans in her mouth and swallow them.

You moved your legs up onto the bed, knees bent and feet flat against the bed. And wrapped your arms around your green lover and pulled her in close, a silent beg for more.

Which She-Hulk understood, she pushed you up further on the bed and leaned back down to your pussy. Whilst she started carefully and slowly with the fingering, she began vicious and ruthless with the pussy eating.

Your moaned turned into screamed as She-Hulk lapped you up like a man woman, still finger-fucking you with three fingers. You had barely started and you already felt your head getting dizzy.

Maybe it was the wine from earlier, it couldn’t just be your pending hard orgasm, so it had to be both.

You came onto She-Hulk’s face with a cry, but she didn’t stop then. She wouldn’t stop until she was satisfied, so she ate you through your orgasm. Her mouth and fingers swapped positions, her fingers now rubbing and pinching your clit and her tongue reaching deep inside of you for your next orgasm.

You were crying and screaming now, you felt your second orgasm approaching and overstimulation not far behind it. Your thighs were squeezing your girlfriend’s head tightly, surely without her size and strength you would of crushed her by now.

But you didn’t feel bad. Not when she suddenly stopped and lifted her head up. You whined and glared down at her, She-Hulk only giggled again at your frustration.

She stood up and wiped her face and licked your cum off her lips. The look was beyond erotic and was almost enough to make you cum.

She-Hulk stuck her giant fingers just used for fingering you, into your mouth. You almost choked at first but quickly got the hang of suck on them as if they were a dick. You closed your eyes as you are your own cum of the new superhero’s fingers.

She-Hulk smiled at the sight and pulled her fingers away when you was done.

“Such a good sweet girl, Mommy is gonna have to reward you.”

You was shocked to hear her refer to herself as ‘Mommy’, but you was more than all for it.

Your ‘Mommy’ stripped completely naked in front of you and slowly crawled onto the bed next you.

You felt yourself becoming wet again at the sight of the She-Hulk completely naked. She gently stroked your stomach and spoke in a sultry voice,

“Would you like Mommy to give you your reward now, Baby?”

“Yes Mommy…”

She-Hulk grinned and made herself comfortable on your face. Her giant green thighs and pussy completely blocked your vision, and if she wasn’t being careful you would of started suffocating too.

“Now, Mommy is—- Ah!”

You got to work immediately, licking and sucking your Mommy’s cunt. She-Hulk’s head fell back and she moaned, your small pink tongue reached every detail of her green kitty. It made She-Hulk cry and grind herself against your face.

You was having the time of your life, down there. Seeing nothing but your beautiful giant girlfriend’s cunt and having a mission to make her cum as hard as possible, seemed like the kind of life you wanted to live forever.

“Oh Baby, oh Fuck!”

She-Hulk’s moans and curses were whispers and you could hear them with her big thighs covering your ears. But you knew she was loving it from how she moved against your face and occasionally grabs of your breasts from behind her.

Once She-Hulk came on your face, she moved off of you. You had close your eyes when she came, due to the sheer amount it could of easily gone in your eyes and blinded you. And if you were blind, you’d never see your hot girlfriend naked again.

She-Hulk smiled down at you as you cleaned your face of her cum, eating most of it. She kissed your cheek, then licked her cum off the corners of your mouth. Before sticking her tongue down your throat, again, nearly making you choke.

“Mommy…” You whispered to her in between kisses, “I need more…”

“I know Baby, and Mommy is going to give you more.”

She-Hulk picked you up with ease and moved you onto the bed properly, with your head on the pillows.

“Turn over Baby.”

She told you whilst reaching into her bottom side drawer. You gladly obeyed and turned over onto your front and pulled your ass up.

“Aw, what a good girl!”

She-Hulk praised you when she saw how good you followed orders. You felt her slide a finger up and down your minge and you shivered, still sensitive from your first and almost orgasm.

You could hear She-Hulk moving on the bed behind you as well as hear and feel the bed squeaking from her weight. Surely Jennifer knew already she needed to invest in a bigger stronger bed for She-Hulk, so you didn’t bother saying anything.

You felt your girlfriend straddle your hips from behind and insert something in your hole, you breathed in carefully, comfortable with the new foreign object due to being more than soaked.

Until it started vibrating.

Then you started to moan and struggle, so much so She-Hulk held you down by your shoulder and laughed at your reaction.

“Oh Princess, you like that don’t you?”

“You’ll like this as well.”

You didn’t really know what she meant by that. But you found out rather quickly, when she pushed something harder and bigger into your ass.

Now, whilst you and Jennifer had never engaged in anything anally, you had in the past made it clear to her that it was something you wanted to try. Jennifer would never shove something up your asshole without your consent, nor would She-Hulk.

You screamed at the dildo making it way into your not used before hole.

“Oh Mommy!”

“I knew you’d like this!”

She-Hulk fucked you into the bed with her strap-on. And the vibrator brought you even further down into the bed. You quickly welcomed your second orgasm of the night… then your third, and finally your fourth.

By the time She-Hulk was done with you, your voice was hoarse from screaming and moaning, your face was red and completely covered in tears and leftover cum, your cunt was used and abused and your pussy lips and asshole were covered in fresh cum.

You gasped and shivered as She-Hulk pulled out of you and turned off the vibrator. You were shaking now and curling into a ball on your girlfriend’s bed, no care in the World for the ruined sheets beneath you.

She-Hulk placed her strap on on her nightstand and turned back into Jennifer. Your girlfriend now once again smaller and whiter, pulled you into her arms and cuddled you tightly.

“You did really well my Love. I hope you enjoyed it.”

You slowly looked up at her and nodded, too tired to even speak. Jennifer figured she’d let you relax a bit before she dragged you into the bathroom for some proper aftercare. Or she could turn into She-Hulk again and carry you there. But you didn’t care what happened next, just as long as you got to stay in your girlfriend’s arms.

[h1mmel]

silly guys (tm)

kiamei high school au <3

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Mei was drifting off in class, a rare occurrence on the behalf of her usual studious attitude. But today, instead of classwork to be discussed, the entire room was filled with conversation about the upcoming prom dance. Mei hadn’t been particularly interested in participating, that is, until her deskmate leaned over with a cheeky grin on her face.

“Hey, do you have a date to prom?”

Mei was slightly surprised by the question, but shook her head after a moment. “No. I don’t think I’ll go unless someone asks me.”

“Aww, don’t have that attitude,” her deskmate pouted. “I can help you find a date if you want! I'm the best matchmaker!” she puffed out her chest proudly.

Mei tried to turn her down, but her deskmate insisted until she eventually caved. Gleefully, the other girl wrote down her number on a slip of paper and passed it over.

“Text me when you get home,” she winked.

“Sure,” Mei accepted the piece of paper and slipped it into her bag, feeling her cheeks grow warm. “What was your name, by the way?”

“Kiana!” the girl grinned. She was about to say something else, but the bell signaling the end of class cut her off.

“I gotta go! Text me please! See you!” and before Mei could get a word in edgewise, Kiana had grabbed her school bag and dashed off.

That afternoon, Mei spent a long time mulling over texting Kiana. She wasn’t sure what to say, but eventually opted for a simple message.

Hey kiana, you gave me your number earlier

Her phone dinged almost immediately with a response.

oh hey hows it going im soso excited u agreed to let me find u a date u !have 2 go to prom!!!!!

Mei barely had time to read the message before another one came in.

ok so first of all what's ur type do u like girls or boys btw or both??

She exhaled softly, closing her eyes for a moment before typing a response.

I feel like I should tell you this first. I’m a girl

Mei hadn’t come out to a single person at her school yet, and she’d barely only met Kiana, so she wasn’t sure what came over her to suddenly reveal something she hadn’t the courage to bring up previously. The anxiety set in only after she’d sent the message, spiking when she saw the little bubble that meant that Kiana was typing.

She heard the notification that signified Kiana’s reply.

oh cool swag!! are u lesbian?

Mei nearly dropped her phone. That wasn’t the response that she’d been expecting.

Now that the anxiety from her initial message had started to dissipate, she actually had the chance to consider Kiana’s question. She’d never used that word for herself before, but the label made her strangely giddy. Mei smiled slightly and clutched her phone tighter.

yeah, I guess so yay same!!!! do u wanna go to the dance with me then?????

She nearly dropped her phone again.

I’d love to

Kiana’s response was nearly instantaneous.

ok great! let's go dress shopping this weekend okay? I already have plenty of dresses yes but i want to go shopping with u!! it's a deal you have to go

Mei couldn't argue with Kiana, so she sighed and typed out a reply.

i’ll go yayy i'm so excited!!!!! see u then

There was a few moment's pause before she got another message.

whats ur name again? i have horrible memory so srry

Mei blinked in confusion. Everyone in school knew her name, with being the heir to a big company, people talked about her a lot. And Kiana had called her by name, multiple times.

It took Mei a few seconds to realize that Kiana was likely trying to avoid her deadname.

it’s mei alrighty mei!! i will be at the mall shopping district this saturday. u had better be there

Mei smiled softly.

I’ll see you then

…

Mei showed up to the mall that Saturday afternoon, unsure where to find Kiana as the girl hadn’t specified a meeting time or place. She was about to text Kiana, when someone grabbed her hand and she spun around quickly.

“Mei! You came!”

It was none other than Kiana herself, a bright grin on her face.

“Why wouldn’t I? I said I would,” Mei replied, awkwardly holding Kiana’s hand still as she was unsure of how to release it. “I… already have a dress, so I don’t really need to go shopping, but-”

“But shopping is fun!” Kiana cut her off. “It doesn't matter if you already have a dress or not! It’s trying them on that’s the best part.”

Mei was helpless to resist as Kiana dragged her into the first store.

Soon enough, both girls had a whole rack of dresses to try on, and they would have selected more had the fitting room attendant not ushered them to try on the ones they had before they had half of the store picked out. Mei could barely carry all of the dresses inside and figured she’d have to make multiple trips to get them all.

The first dress that Mei tried fit awkwardly around the shoulders, but Kiana still insisted she show her. They had a good laugh about the dorky sleeves before Mei shuffled back inside to try a different one.

The second dress was a bit too bright and a bit too frilly for Mei’s liking, but once again Kiana insisted she see it. This time, Kiana herself had tried on a dress, one covered in blue sequins so bright it made it difficult to look directly at her.

“That one’s cute, Mei! Do you like it?”

“Not really,” Mei mumbled, shuffling the skirt’s base with her fingertips. “Too much fabric. It feels like I’m wearing a tutu.”

“How about mine! What do you think?”

“It’s a little…” Mei searched for a good word. “Um, the cut is cute, but maybe in a different color…?”

“Aw, you don’t like blue? I think it’s fancy!” Kiana spun in a circle, making the dress twirl out around her. “You should try that black one on next! I bet it would be adorable on you.”

Mei took the one Kiana was talking about off the rack and headed back into the fitting room.

The dress itself was very pretty, but Mei had a hard time zipping up the back, so she eventually opted to knock on the door and ask Kiana for help.

“Does it fit okay?” Kiana asked.

“Not sure, I can’t reach the zipper.” Mei mumbled embarrassedly, her back turned from Kiana.

“Need some help? Here, let me try!”

Mei nodded and her cheeks burned from the feeling of Kiana’s hands against her bare back. With a bit of tugging, Kiana managed to get the zipper up, and she turned Mei around.

“Oh, that’s adorable!” Kiana beamed. “The cut really fits you a lot! Do you like it?”

“It feels a little stiff,” Mei's hands slid down her sides, feeling the dress’s fabric. “It’s hard to move around in.”

“Aww,” Kiana made a pouty face. “Another one, then. How about the orange one?”

“Sure.” And Kiana headed back to her own dressing room to try a new one on.

This time, Mei wasn’t first to finish changing, and Kiana eagerly knocked on her door.

“Hey, Mei, Mei, come look! I really like this one!”

“Okay, give me a minute,” Mei replied as she finished off the clasps of her dress. She pushed the door open and saw Kiana outside, an eager expression on her face.

Kiana’s dress was very form-fitting with a long skirt that flowed past her ankles in sparkling, elegant fabric. It was stunning and Mei couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight.

“Like it?”

“It’s…” Mei blinked, unable to make eye contact. “Very pretty. I like it a lot, it fits you well.”

“So blue is my color?” Kiana flashed a wink, and then spun in a circle again. “I dunno, do you think this is too fancy for a school dance?”

“Not at all,” Mei shook her head.

Kiana gleefully set that dress aside and the two girls spent at the very least an hour trying on dresses. Mei eventually settled on one that she liked much better than anything she had at home, and Kiana offered to buy it for her, but she blatantly refused. Mei ended up paying for both of their dresses despite Kiana's protests.

“I’ll get you back somehow!” she’d insisted, and Mei had laughed.

They’d gone to part ways that evening, but only after Kiana had insisted Mei call her later to chat. Mei agreed, and was internally thankful that she’d been convinced to go shopping together, even if she’d only gotten one dress out of every one she tried on all afternoon.

[scepterno]

how do you feel abt noaheather? a few ppl i’ve talked to abt it irl have said that i’m shipping a lesbian and a gay man, but it’s one of my favourite ships at this point, some blogs on here got me really into it, it’s so good i swear

i also remember when td first came out and ppl were like ‘we gotta ship heather with someone’ and it was noah, ik it was noah bc i saw it in a few edits from 2008 (i think??)

anyway- how do you feel abt it? i’m interested in ur opinion 😊

Hmm yes I've seen it spike in popularity a bit from a few people. It's alright! Not my cup of tea personally, but that's just because I prefer Heather with girls or Alejandro (who is an honorary girl), and sometimes Harold (who is also an honorary girl LOL).

It could definitely work though given the right circumstances.

[headcanonsandmore]

"All Alone (For The Holidays)', Chapter Two

Summary: Tegan and Nyssa adapt to sharing a room (and bed) between them. Hopefully, they may just become closer as a result, but how will things change between them?

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Tegan and Nyssa stared at each other. There was a very pregnant pause. Tegan was sure that she could hear her own heart beating through her ears, and her palms were suddenly very sweaty.

‘Oh,’ said Nyssa. ‘Er…’

‘I’ll doze in the chair,’ Tegan said, quickly. ‘You take the bed.’

‘Oh, don’t start all that again,’ Nyssa replied, with a sigh. She removed her hat, letting her long mane of curly hair roll down to her shoulders. ‘There’s plenty of room for both of us.’

Tegan blinked in confusion.

‘You’re… you’re okay with us sharing a bed?’

‘Yes. Why? Are you not?’

‘That’s not what I…’ Tegan trailed off, before rubbing her forehead. ‘Nyssa, you haven’t even known me for a day. Why are you fine with us sleeping in the same bed?’

‘Well…’ Nyssa began, and Tegan was shocked to see the younger woman’s cheeks flush slightly as she removed her coat and hung it next to Tegan’s. ‘You’ve been very kind to me, Tegan. I… I trust you.’

Tegan goggled at her.

‘Nyssa, I’m happy that you trust me but… but…’

‘What?’

‘You do realise I’m a lesbian, right?’

Nyssa smiled, cheeks dimpling.

‘I did rather surmise that, yes.’

‘Most straight woman aren’t lining up to share a bed with a lesbian.’

‘Well, given that I’m not straight,’ Nyssa replied, with a grin. ‘That doesn’t really apply to me, does it?’

‘O-oh, I… I suppose not.’

Nyssa chuckled.

‘Lovely. Now that we’re agreed, shall I strip off first or do you want to?’

Tegan spluttered, feeling her face burn. She found herself blinking quickly.

‘W-what do you-’

‘In the bathroom,’ Nyssa said, gesturing to the door nearby. ‘Do you want to get changed in the bathroom first or shall I?’

‘Oh,’ Tegan said. ‘Er… I’ll go first.’

Nyssa giggled.

‘Are you usually this embarrassed when sharing a room with another woman?’

‘No,’ Tegan mumbled, undoing her suitcase. ‘I’m putting this on just for you.’

‘You’re so kind,’ Nyssa said, cheeks dimpling adorably. ‘Smart, beautiful and funny; you’re quite the delight, Tegan Jovanka.’

Tegan ignored the spike in her heart rate as she grabbed her pyjamas and toiletries before heading into the bathroom. She quickly closed the door behind, and stared into the mirror. A very tired and nervous-looking Australian stared back at her. Of course, she could also near Nyssa humming absentmindedly to herself outside, and heard the springs of the double bed creak as the Englishwoman sat down on the edge.

The edge of the bed they would be sharing for the night.

This was bad. This was bad.

*

‘All ready?’

‘Yeah,’ Tegan said, looking up from her book. ‘You all set for… for…’

Tegan was unable to finish that sentence, as Nyssa had appeared out of the bathroom. She was wearing a long blue-grey nightgown that reflected the gentle light from the bedside lamp, and her long locks of curly hair were hanging loose around her shoulders.

Tegan’s stomach seemed to flip over. She was suddenly aware that she herself was wearing a pair of old striped pyjamas that her step-son had bought her several years previously, and that her reading glasses had slipped slightly down her nose. A small amount of mild envy arose in Tegan’s heart at the way Nyssa seemed to move with such easy confidence, and the way her nightie gently accentuated her curves.

The rest of her heart was, of course, completely overawed. The majority vote was taken, and the envy rapidly disappeared under a lake of adoration.

‘Yes,’ Nyssa replied, not seeming to notice Tegan’s unabashed staring. ‘Rather a nice bathroom, isn’t it.’

‘Y-yeah,’ Tegan stammered, as Nyssa climbed into bed to sit beside her. And it was right beside her, since the bed wasn’t exactly large. She could almost feel Nyssa’s hip against her own; they couldn’t have been more than a couple of inches apart. ‘V-very nice.’

Nyssa looked at her.

‘Tegan, why are you blushing?’

Tegan’s hands rose sharply up to her face, and she was horrified to feel that both her cheeks were boiling hot. Goodness knew what her face looked like; probably something resembling a tomato.

‘S-sorry!’ she exclaimed, unable to meet Nyssa’s eyes. ‘I just…’

 But Nyssa didn’t seem alarmed. Instead, the Englishwoman let out a giggle.

‘Oh, you’re adorable when you’re flustered,’ she said, laying a gentle hand on Tegan’s arm. ‘Was it the nightdress? I am rather pleased with this one-’

‘Stop it!’ Tegan moaned, putting her book on the bedside table and laying down on her side, facing away from Nyssa. ‘I am not adorable!’

There was another giggle from behind her as Nyssa turned off the bedside lamp. Outside, there was the soft flutter of snow, giving the room a warm, cosy atmosphere.

‘I beg to differ, Tegan.’

*

‘Can’t sleep either?’

‘No.’

It was roughly an hour later.

Tegan let out a sigh. She had been hoping that the day’s events would have tired her out, but the fact that she was sharing a bed with Nyssa had probably caused her brain to fry. She really was useless, wasn’t she. Goodness forbid she stop acting like an adolescent with a crush everytime she was around a pretty lady.

Well, Nyssa wasn’t just pretty; she was funny, smart, kind and sweet, on top of being drop-dead gorgeous and utterly mesmerising.

Not that Tegan was taking notice, of course. Definitely not.

‘Nevermind,’ Nyssa said, and Tegan heard the mattress alter slightly as Nyssa adjusted the way she was lying. ‘At least we’re inside in the warm.’

‘True,’ Tegan replied. ‘Sorry about the smell, by the way. I think that hot chocolate on the train disagreed with me.’

‘Oh, we’re both past the age where flatulence causes embarrassment,’ Nyssa chuckled. It sounded like birdsong to Tegan’s ears. ‘Thank you for kindly not mentioning my cellulite.’

‘To be honest, I didn’t even notice. That nightie sure is something.’

Nyssa’s soft giggles shook the bed.

‘Tegan, are you flirting with me?’

‘Dunno. I’m a sleep deprived lesbian lying in bed with another woman. My brain is a tad scrambled.’

‘Good point.’

There was gentle silence for a few seconds.

‘Tegan, you never did explain what you do for a living.’

‘Didn’t think it was important.’

‘Of course it’s important; how could it not be?’

‘Spoken like a true scientist. Nah, I’m not particularly career-focused nowadays. Retirement isn’t far off.’

‘Tegan….’

The Australian let out a sigh. Oh, she couldn’t say no to this woman…

‘When I was younger, I used to work as a flight attendant,’ she said. ‘I thought it would be fun, but it got grating after a while. Long hours, couldn’t put down any roots anywhere, and tons of unpleasant passengers. Eventually, I poured some wine over someone’s head when they got snarky with me.’

‘You didn’t!’

‘I did. Got fired after the plane landed at Heathrow. Ended up working in a travel agents for the next twenty-odd years. A bit more my scene, to be honest. Although living halfway across the world from my family did get lonely at times. Still does, to be honest.’

‘Is that why you’re-’

‘Yeah. I’m heading up to the Shetland Islands to catch up with some of my mum’s family.’

‘No kids or partner?’

‘Two ex-husbands,’ Tegan said, with a snort. ‘Although I do have a step-son from the second one. He lives in Spain these days.’

‘I take it both marriages happened before you came out?’

‘Oh, I came out during the second one. Could have gone worse though; he came out as gay at the same time!’

Nyssa gave a giggle.

‘That must have been a surprise for you both.’

‘Sure was. We still catch up from time to time. Him and his husband got married a couple years back; they’re a lovely couple.’

‘Sounds nice,’ Nyssa said, quietly. ‘A family…’

Tegan frowned slightly.

‘If you don’t mind me asking…what about you? Partner? Kids?’

Nyssa sighed.

‘No. It never really happened for me. It took me decades for me to figure out the whole asexual thing, so that was an added bit of difficulty aside from finding women pretty.’

‘Really?’

‘You sound surprised.’

‘Course I am. People seriously couldn’t be with you just because of that? They were clearly morons! Nyssa, you’re… wonderful.’

That last word had slipped out of Tegan’s mouth before she’d realised what she was saying, or how it would sound with the two of them in bed together, with barely a few inches of mattress inbetween them.

But Nyssa didn’t seem to think much of it. Instead, she let out a chuckle and turned on her side to face Tegan.

‘Thank you, Tegan,’ she whispered. ‘For what it’s worth, I think you’re wonderful too, even if I’ve known you for less that twelve hours.’

Tegan’s breath caught in her throat. Her heart was suddenly beating fast against her chest. She turned on her side, so that she was looking directly at Nyssa.

‘Thank you,’ she breathed. ‘Hey, You don’t have to talk about your family. I’m guessing… lots of difficult stuff?’

‘I suppose. But… well, since you told me about yours…’

‘Only if you want.’

‘I do,’ Nyssa said.

She took a long, calming breath and started to speak again.

‘My mother died when I was five years old. And then my father passed away when I was seventeen. I… I don’t really have family; neither of my parents had siblings, and both sets of grandparents had died before I was born.’

Tegan found tears already blossoming in her eyes.

‘Oh, Nyssa…’

‘Tegan, it was over half a century ago,’ Nyssa said, gently. ‘You don’t need to get upset over it.’

‘But… oh…’

Tegan froze, as Nyssa reached over and wiped the tears from her cheek with the back of her hand.

‘Better?’

Tegan nodded, breathlessly, the feeling of Nyssa’s skin still burning wonderfully against her own.

‘Er, how… how did…’

‘My father? Traffic collision,’ Nyssa said, with a sigh. ‘On the Barnet Bypass. He was trying to get home from work and… a drunk driver ended up going sideways into the car. The coroner said that dad probably didn’t feel a thing. Of course, that wasn’t really much of a comfort…’

Nyssa swallowed, and continued.

‘I lived with a family friend for a while afterwards. Doctor Smith; he was a close friend of my father. After I went to university and got my doctorate, I went into bio-chemistry.’

Tegan didn’t say anything, letting Nyssa talk.

‘I love my job,’ the Englishwoman continued. ‘My colleagues are lovely, and I enjoy living in London. But, sometimes, I wish it wasn’t so… fast. I find that, as I get older, the frantic pace is just too much.’

‘So…’ Tegan whispered, softly. ‘The Orkneys?’

‘Away from London, and all that hustle and bustle over the holidays. I wanted… some quiet.’

‘All by yourself?’

‘Yes. I booked a little lodge to stay in. I’m used to being by myself, even in London.’

‘That seems ever so lonely.’

Nyssa sighed.

‘I suppose. But, like I say, I’m used to it.’

‘You shouldn’t be used to it, Nyssa,’ she whispered. ‘You shouldn’t be.’

Without thinking, Tegan reached over and intertwined her fingers with the woman lying beside her. The Englishwoman squeezed softly.

Through the dark, Tegan could see Nyssa’s eyes widen slightly, and her mouth curve into a wonderfully soft smile.

‘You know what, Nyssa?’

‘What?’

‘I… I think you’re amazing.’

‘You’re not just saying that because we’re sleeping together?’

‘Not a chance,’ Tegan chuckled. ‘Besides, we’re both well past that stage in our lives.’

‘True,’ Nyssa replied, with a giggle. ‘Although, surprising as it may seem, I’ve never been much of a flirt.’

‘Couldn’t have fooled me.’

Tegan could have sworn that Nyssa’s face briefly flushed.

‘Now you’re just trying to flatter me.’

‘Nope,’ Tegan said, softly. ‘You’re too harsh on yourself, Nyssa. And I should know; I’m not exactly the most confident person on the planet.’

‘Really? I find that hard to believe. I… I envy you, Tegan. Confident, brave… you’re truly amazing.’

Tegan’s heart beat happily against her chest.

‘Thank you, Nyssa.’

‘Er… Tegan?’

‘Yes?’

‘Can… can you hold me, please? I… only if you want to-’

Without conscious thought, Tegan slid the few inches left inbetween them, and wrapped her arm gently around Nyssa’s waist. Her nostrils were filled with the wonderful scent of Nyssa’s hair. Oh. It was at once intoxicating and yet relaxing, as if settling into a bath at the end of a long, difficult day.

‘Goodnight, Nyssa.’

She could have sworn that Nyssa’s face crinkled into a wonderfully sweet smile, with cheeks dimpling. In the darkness of the room, it was almost impossible to tell either way. But Tegan hoped she was right. Without thinking, she nuzzled softly into Nyssa’s hair, and the younger woman seemed to relax deeper against her. The Englishwoman’s hands slipped around Tegan’s waist, resting gently on her back, and she squeezed softly.

‘Goodnight, Tegan.’

~~~~~~~

Thanks for reading, everyone! Hope you liked the second chapter! Love me a good bed-sharing trope!

[theflagscene]

Shipper Tag Game!

I was tagged by @negrowhat 🥰 Thanks for the tag!

1 - What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don’t care about anymore?

Hmm, I’m trying to think. I don’t have the best memory of my life as a teen, it was pretty hectic and I didn’t get my first personal computer with internet access until I was 18 years old. So I wasn’t really into the fandom spaces yet, I guess I’ll go with Buffy and Spike? I loved them as a couple so much and now I’m just like; meh, whatever.

2 - Which ship would you consider your first one?

Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask, I was just kid but I was very very invested in them finally kissing lol. Me and my older sister used to watch the English version that they aired in the West in the 90’s, so it wasn’t even a dubbed Anime it was legit changed for American audiences.

Note: I am not American, but you get my point.

3 - Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?

The first fic I ever wrote I think might have belonged to Willow and Tara 🤔 I’m trying to remember, I’m pretty sure it was Willow and Tara.

4 - Do you remember the first couple you saw fanart of?

Not really, I was never on the fanart side of fandom spaces because of my total and absolute lack of talent lol. So I’m not really sure what fanart I came across for the very first time, knowing my luck it was something cursed on Google that I accidentally stumbled upon and thus blocked from my memory.

5 - Did you ever get into ship discourse?

Not really, I once stopped interacting with an entire fandom when I started getting attacked because I happened to like a bisexual character with a character of the opposite sex better than with a character of the same sex. Basically I was being called homophobic and other terrible things because I was reblogging het gif sets and pics instead of lesbian gif sets and pics. The fandom for this series was extremely toxic and I actually stopped watching the series because of how much the fandom tainted it for me, all because I thought the het couple had better chemistry then the sapphic couple, that’s all. The character was canonically bisexual and had dated both of the other characters at one point or another on the show, I just thought she happened to work better with the male character. Sigh, people are weird.

6 - Did you used to have a NOTP or have any currently?

Yes, back in the day when I was very active in the Whovian fandom, I was very much against shipping Gwen and Jack from Torchwood. They were my NOTP, not gonna lie, they’re lowkey still my NOTP lol.

7 - Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?

AlanJeff, I’m still very much stuck in my ‘Alan and Jeff live happily ever after’ phase of mourning Pit Babe’s ending lol.

8 - Currently do you have any OTPs?

Oh man *cracks knuckles* let me just hop onto my AO3 history, my current obsessions OTPs are;

SeanWhite, ToddBlack, AkkAyan, AlanJeff, PhayaTharn, KaranAchi, PheeJin, Tae Myungha x Cha Yeowoon, Sangwoo x Jaeyoung and Lan Wangji x Wei Wuxian.

Those are the ones that I can confidently say I consider OTPs atm.

9 - Is there any couple that to this day you are extremely mad about them not getting together?

I mean, does it even have to be said?

10 - Is there any ship that you used to dislike but now you think are kind of interesting?

Hmm, I don’t think so. Chances are if I disliked the ship before, I’d probably still dislike it now.

11 - Do you have a ship that in the past was considered ‘normal’ but now you would be cancelled over?

Ginger and Bridgette from Ginger Snaps, it’s an incest ship because they’re sisters but to be fair to teenage me, the writer and director both talked about how they purposely played up the fact that the pair were borderline incestual. Especially as Ginger became more and more feral (it’s a werewolf horror trilogy), she sexualized her relationship with her sister because that’s what her animal instincts were telling her to do. As she crawled over her talking about masturbation before whispering in her ear; it’s like we’re not even related anymore. I’m pretty sure teenage me has a glitch as my brain tried to figure out why that was so hot.

They continued to play up that whole ‘animals fuck their own family in the wild’ angle in both the sequel and the prequel, the story purposely was saying that there was no one for them but each other.

So yeah, I fell for it. I was a horny and sexually confused 15 year old who had a crush on the main actress of the trilogy lol, of course I shipped them.

12 - What’s your favourite crack ship?

Crack ship? I don’t really know, I mean what even is a crack ship anymore, ya know? In this day and age, most fandom spaces allow you to ship whoever the fuck you want, rule 34 was long ago blown past by shippers and now it feels like crack ships are a thing of the past.

13 - Who is the couple you’ve read the most fanfics of?

Probably Sterek, Destiel is a close second but I’m going to say Sterek with like 88% certainty that I’m correct lol.

14 - What do most of your ships usually have in common?

15 - What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

Miscommunication! I absolutely loathe it when a ship is on the rocks or breaks up because no one would just fucking talk to each other! It drives me insane, because like just speak to one another, why is that so impossible!? I’m in a poly relationship IRL, I have been for over 16 years. When you’re dating more than one person, the idea of not communicating is just baffling! Communication is key! Like, what? Is this just a monogamous thing!? Why can’t the characters just talk to one another, open and honest dialogue. Arg!… so yeah, miscommunication gets me a little heated lmao.

Tagging! I’m not sure who to tagged so I’m going to go and pick the last five mutuals in my notifs and hope you don’t mind me tagging you lol. @oh-goodness-loki @crapyouknowme @jdotsodomite @jeonghanurl @italianpersonwithashippersheart

[extremebooty]

dump of odd seo website pickup lines

Atheist

Did it hurt when you fell from non existent heaven? Because you look like an angel. Not the religious kind, but the kind I can get drunk enough to

Did it hurt when you were ripped from the cold bosom of oblivon and given conscious thought?

Religious

If it means anything, my mind has no religious viruses.

Lets compare stories of religious guilt trauma over Corned Beed and Kashmiri chai

"Dark Humor"

It's getting dark...

Wanna read?

Hello, my name is Endo...

I just wrote about you in my dark emotional journal

Tell me you are a banana because I find you peeling. Smell this rag! I’m sure you can inhale the chloroform. You have the most beautiful states I have ever seen. Can I be reincarnated as your child? I would like to suck on them till I am old and graying. 

If I could choose a place around you to live, I will choose your socks. I want to be with you only every damn step of the journey. Just say yes now, and I won’t have to spike your drink You are so beautiful that I want to be reincarnated as your child so that I can breastfeed by you until I’m 20. If I could be anything, I’d love to be your bathwater. 

On the off chance that you become mixed up amidst murkiness

Hello infant, need to see a combination between my white Dragon and your Dark Hole? (dark humor pick up lines )

I just expounded on you in my dim passionate diary. Wanna read? Hello child, would you say you are comprised of dull matter? Since you’re incredible. You should be Catwoman cause the Dark Knight Rises.

Did it hurt

Hey babe did it hurt when you had that gross tracking worm thing ripped out of your bellybutton? Because I’m nervous…

Did it hurt? When you clawed your way out of your grave?

Twilight

Have you ever wondered what started my scarf collection? Would you like to find out?

Robert Pattinson in Twilight

Game [of] Thrones

Want to come back to my house to watch Game of Bones? Err… Thrones! I meant ~Thrones~.

Baby! You know nothing. Want to learn something new?

Breaking Bad

Do you wanna come back to my place and see my Jesse Pinkman?

Boxer or briefs? Whitey. Tighties.

Move on over, Walter. I think Malcom wants to be in the middle.

Gay & Lesbian (most of these are actually Canada themed)

I’m a man who drinks beer from an Awesome Land. Need I say more?

Girl, you’re such a Banff (i.e., a Bad Ass, Nice, And Fascinating Female).

Gun

Take me to bed or lose me forever. from “Top Gun”

Hey sergent i want to empty my gun magazine in you.

Skeleton

Bone up.

I understand you better than you understand your skeleton. They are the cutest thing I want to have in my grave yard. 

Your skeleton with be better next to my bed.

And I don’t just mean my skeleton.

Medical

Another Doctor Is Required Because You Were Not Charged For Dating The Patient.

I need a life. Please lower your standards and go out with me.

Depression

Gracious you discouraged?

Young lady, when you don’t message me back, I at times go into a tropical depression.

“It is safe to say that you are the methods for creation? ‘Cause I truly wanna hold onto you. *Death. I need to hold onto demise.”

I don’t think a lot about depression, however, I’m quite incredible.

You appear to be discouraged. We should blast the depression out of one another!

Damn Girl, you’re adorable, allowed me to get your email address.

Hello, there sailor? Wanna… assess mama’s gills?

I’ve been somewhat discouraged since the time of my vasectomy.

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Sunday, June 11

Nigel: I need to know a little bit more about the Slayer, and about the both of you. Your relationship, whatever you can tell me. Tara: O-o-our relationship? Willow: We're friends. Tara: Good friends. Willow: Girlfriends, actually. Tara: Yes, we're girlfriends. Willow: We're in love. We're ... lovers. (puts hand on Tara's knee) We're lesbian, gay-type lovers. Nigel: I meant your relationship with the Slayer.

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[remembertheplunge]

6:17pm 2/4/2010

Great Jose workout, although he was rather sullen.

Upstairs, in the In Shape Gym, a muscular woman said “I know you, from the Tiki

 Bar! I’m the one with the spiked hair!”

I didn’t recognize her

 (Storm blows in)

She said “Personal trainer?” (Referring to Jose)

Me “Yes”

She asked “Why, because of the beer you drink at the Tiki?”

Jose “Who’s she?”

Me “She knows me from the Tiki Bar, a gay bar down the street.”

Poor Jose, he’s got an out fag for a client.(me)

Legs today, felt best of all of the work outs. 5pm Tuesday again.

“What day will you come in on your own?” Jose asked. (To work out)

Me “Probably Saturday.’

What a difference three months make.

11/4/2009 to 2/4/2010.

Different worlds.

Jose the trainer and the blonde lesbian bombshell from the Tiki Bar!

Jim would scream!

6:35pm

I’m tired.

Note:

This entry is a great example of the schizophrenic shopping cart life style I was living in 2010.

That phrase comes fro looking t what I put in my shopping cart back then. Alcohol and health food. 

It would later become my buzz phrase to describe my instant of  letting go of alcohol.

The alcohol disappeared and the healthy food and life was left behind.

New Years Eve 2009, walking back to my house from the Tiki Bar, I fell, smashed my face agains a curb and snapped off my two front teeth.

In February 2010, I had caps inserted to replace them.

Schizophrenic shopping cart mainly described my drinking and my working out. Healthy and unhealthy living combined.  And, in the above entry, they collide with the gym encounter with the Tiki Bar patron.

My partner, Jim,  began to become incoherent on 11/4/2009. He hadn’t answered the phone as he usually did for a few days . Which led our  friend  to call and inquire “Where’s the body?”meaning "Where’s Jim?"

After Jim’s death Taxi Joe would pick me up in his Taxi and drive me around to party.

In this entry, my neighbor  was concerned that I was drinking  and partying too much.

Arturo was a man I had matched with and supported through his death from Aids on 2/4//1994.

[gods-favorite-autistic]

RTC kids going to a school dance (prom, hoco, whatever) as a group :)

Yes I though of this while shopping for hoco dresses what about it.

It started with them all lamenting that they didn’t have dates for the school dance

Penny was like “I wish I could just take all of you!”

Ocean went up to Noel afterwards and said that she needed his help with a promposal for the entire choir and he immediately said yes because he has a flair for the dramatics

He made the whole sparkly sign and wrote everyone’s names in cursive but left out his cause he just assumed Ocean wouldn’t want to take him to prom

She had to very sloppily add his name on after he left

Penny almost broke her bones in a hug when she saw it

Noel was complaining about her ruining his beautiful work (but was secretly very happy)

Constance also almost broke her bones in a hug

Ricky was absolutely beaming

Mischa nodded silently but was practically vibrating with joy when he got home

Noel bought everyone’s outfit because he’s the “only one with a sense of style in the group for gods sake”

And he was right they all looked GORGEOUS

Ocean cannot walk in heels

She takes one step and almost breaks her ankle so she wore flats

She also just straight up cannot dance

She will break every bone in her body and probably someone else’s if she tries

Noel drags Mischa out onto the dance floor and it goes surprisingly well

Penny tries to spike the punch

Ricky sits with Ocean and talks (well, signs) with her the whole time

Penny and Mischa did the Dirty Dancing lift with both Noel and Ocean

Noel went along with it while Ocean just started flailing around

Constance filmed it each time

Ricky figured out a way to dance using his crutches

Penny will have dirt on her dress by the time the dance is over

She likes climbing trees

She manspreads so much in her dress and every time the teachers tried to reprimand her for doing it she pointed out that A. She had shorts on and B. Why were they looking up her dress in the first place?

Some boy would not leave Ocean alone once so Mischa dumped the punch bowl on him

Constance loves to dance

Her and Noel plan out full on routines every single time and they always getting a round of applause

Ocean is very proud of herself because she once managed to dance with a pretty girl and not fall on her face! Not even once!

Said pretty girl later became her girlfriend

Yes I’m pushing my lesbian ace Ocean agenda what about it

Noel almost convinced the entire choir (including the guys) to come in dresses but the school said no

That did not stop Ricky though

The schools too afraid of their image to kick him out so he gets to stay and he got so many compliments

Noel and Penny run their own little salon before the dance where Penny does makeup and Noel does hair

Ocean gets an infinity braid like the one Anna has in Frozen 2

Constance gets the purple dye in her hair swapped out for whatever color goes best with the theme

Penny braids her hair like Elsa so she can match Ocean

They all end up helping with the dance in some way

Constance’s family always cater

Mischa helps with decorations because he’s tall

Noel designs all the banners and stuff

Penny carries everything

Ricky helps with the lights and speakers and stuff

Ocean is obviously the planner of the group

Some pricks tried to ask Ocean to the dance once as a joke and Mischa chased them down the hallway

Noel likes riding on Mischa’s shoulders

[blackwidow-bby]

Positions - Marvel Ladies x Fem!Sub!Reader

Summary: You're a sex worker and you've been hired by a new client for a "group activity".

genre: smut(18+)

pairings: Maria Hill x fem!reader, Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader, Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader, Carol Danvers x fem!reader, Yelena Belova x fem!reader

warnings: D/S dynamics, face slapping, spanking, strap on use, degradation, orgy, big ole lesbian train, oral, throat f*cking, name calling, degradation, thigh riding, fingering

AN: I am...well not a pro at writing dirty things especially not with multiple people but I hope you all enjoy regardless!

I don't own any marvel characters!!

Your assistant had just called you into her room. Your week had been slow but fruitful. Normally, it would be a regular client for the month, nothing to sweat over. Your thoughts started to run over who it could be. Maybe Mr. Dean, he usually calls on a Friday but you could've sworn you saw him two weeks ago. That didn't leave a lot of your regulars left to be requesting you as you knew their schedules like the back of your hand.

As if she could read your mind upon entering her space, she spoke, "Y/N, you have a call for a new client. Something about a friend requesting your services? The only thing is..." She hesitated almost thinking if she should tell you the rest of the details before she proceeded. "Well, it's for a group. You don't have to take up the offer if you're uncomfortable with that. I can call her back and let her know you declined."

To tell the truth, the thought of it being a group of strangers did make you uncomfortable, but your assistant wouldn't put you into a situation without going through the proper protocols first. She knew a head count of how many, roughly where they all worked, and several phone numbers. It always helped to be extra safe in these situations where you could be overpowered.

"Who inquired?" you asked interestedly. "She goes by N.R., gave me a headcount of all of her friends that would be attending. There's not going to be any men there, but I guess 'more power in numbers' is still 'more power in numbers'." In all honesty, women gave you way less shit about certain things than men did. Hopefully they'd be way more understanding if you didn't want to do specific activities.

"Call her back and tell her I'll take the offer. Do you know how much she's paying?" Your assistant slid a little sticky note over to you as she dialed the number of one 'N.R.'. You swear you almost choked when you saw how much she offered for you. That was a lot of zeros compared to usual. You walked away to get a water from the mini-fridge while you vaguely listened in to your assistant's phone conversation.

Good.

Perfect.

Okay, I'll tell her to meet you there at 6:30.

Extra clothes, yes ma'am. Have a nice day.

"Hey Y/N, I've written down the address, floor, and room number. It's uh...a really high end hotel in New York City. She also said to bring an extra change of--" you interrupted her, "Extra clothes? I overheard." you started wondering what for? Dinner? Go out? "Uhm, yes, she said extra comfy clothes." Comfy? Was she expecting you to spend the night? You looked down at your watch to see how much time you had to get ready. 2 hours. It wasn't enough but you could make it work. "Alright then, I should go freshen up."

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An hour and a half later had found you briskly walking toward the extremely tall and very expensive looking hotel in the Upper East Side. You lived in Queens and while the distance wasn't very far, paired with the traffic, the feeling of unsettlement about being late to such a client was enough to make you almost hurl.

You made your way inside the lobby, barely looking at your surroundings. You wanted to get up to the room as quickly as possible without being noticed. "Excuse me," Could you ever be so lucky? "Are you here for Ms. Romanoff?" Who? That must be your clients last name. "She said she was expecting a guest soon." The lady was being extra kind to you, she had an inviting smile. You almost wanted to never lie to her. "Yes, I'm here to see Ms. Romanoff." you replied quietly. It felt like your voice would echo too hard around the warmly lit lobby. You thought it would break you to hear your own voice shrill around such a pristine room.

"Very well, I'll show you to her room." Your nerves began to spike more the higher up you went. It was as if every floor number on the elevator was the level of anxiety you started to feel. Your palms were sweating and you could've sworn your back was too. The lady just kept her eyes forward with a meek little smile. It took every fiber of your body to not explode your feelings all over that elevator.

Ding

The elevator stopped, of course she was in a penthouse suite. You rolled your eyes as how predictable this situation was playing out. The kind lady, who's name you definitely forgot to get, remained in the elevator as you walked out. "There's a number for room service if you ladies need anything." She sung out. "Thank you."

The walk to her door seemed to never end. Your feet were dragging like gravity was doing everything in its power to keep them on the ground. The air was getting hotter as time slowed in the short distance it took to reach her door. You rang the little buzzer and a melodic voice called beyond the frame.

"Coming!"

You could hear the light patter of a single set of feet. The knob then turned and revealed a stunning short redhead with bright eyes. You were certainly gawking at the sight of her but there was nothing you could do to pull your own attention away. She had a smirk on her face when she saw you staring but not saying anything. "You must be Y/N, it's very nice to meet you. Come in and lets get you introduced to everyone."

She reached out her hand to you and you took it gently. her palms were much colder than yours and her fingers were long and slender. her hair was shoulder length and fire-y. The room was massive, and clean. She had all of the blinds closed to keep any natural light and eyes from entering the den. Scanning the room some more you noticed a couple items around the room. Non-traditional furniture. It was going to be one of those events. There were also four other heads aside from the host's. She turned around once reaching the main room and faced you. "My name is Natasha, over there is Wanda," another read-head standing behind everyone else with a glass of wine in her hands, she lightly nodded, "...that is Carol in the middle," a blonde woman with a bright and bubbly smile. She seemed taller than the rest but she was also sitting down on a piece of equipment that will no doubt be used in a different way by you. Natasha gestured to a brunette, "...this is Maria," another tall and slender woman, didn't offer a smile but a simple wave to your direction. You were scared of her the most. "...and this is Yelena." A second blonde who's face was much more stoic than Maria's. You take it back, she scared you the most.

Natasha's hand unhooked from yours and made its way up your back to settle on the back of your neck. The pads of her fingers added slight pressure to the muscles there as if she could feel all of your tension in waves. You felt her lean in closer, her hot breath fanning your ear. "There's a bathroom in the hall to the right. I got a cute little outfit waiting for you." You could feel her soft lips smiling against the curve of your ear. the feeling made you shiver. You managed to follow her eyes and swiftly walk to the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

You looked around and found the outfit in question. It was sleek all black leather body suit with a halter neck. You lifted it up in your hands and rubbed the material under your fingers. Next to it sat a bottle of lubricant no doubt to get the body suit on. You got to work shedding the current clothes you had on and began to slide on the little leather number. It wasn't too tight but certainly snug against your frame. The only thing out of the ordinary besides the material was, you noticed, a tiny little zipper in between your legs. If unzipped would reveal your very private essence. The thought made you blush a little to yourself. After cleaning up, you made your way back to the room where the women had sat prior.

Since you calmed down a little, you took the opportunity to fully take in your surroundings. The hall was adorned in art more than likely as expensive as this room. Everything seemed darker than when you arrived. To your surprise when you entered the living room area, the room lighting was red as opposed to the normal LED lighting.

Natasha held her hand out to you again for you to take. You obliged her and she pulled you close into her side. Natasha's deft fingers traveled up and down your ribs before finding purchase on your backside. "You look like the most delicious treat. None of us can wait to eat you. Would you like a drink before we start?"

The other women started moving closer almost circling you like sharks. "Yes please." Natasha poured you a glass as she went on, "We should go over some rules before we start. If at any point you feel overwhelmed, anxious, or hurt, the safe word is 'Heart'. We all stop what we're doing and will help you. If at any point you are gagged, two taps to the closest person will get all of us to cease as well. Because of those rules you will not be bound and gagged simultaneously...at least not this session." She ends her rules with a wink toward you. All of these women truly were stunning and it piqued your interest to know what they could possibly be capable of.

Wanda came closest to you first, she pulled the wine glass away from your lips and replaced it with her own lips. Holding your hand with the glass close to her chest and cupping your cheek with the other. Her lips were sinfully soft as was her kiss. She felt delicate and gentle against you, she almost seemed to not match any of this situation. Natasha took your wine glass away while you continued to make out with Wanda, who let her hands roam lower down your body. Your own hands moved behind her neck. Another set of arms wrapped around you from behind. "You're such a pretty kitten." They nibbled on your ear making you separate from Wanda to see who it was. Carol smiled down at you and found the very lips that left Wanda. You moaned into her mouth at feeling how she controlled and dominated the kiss, very different from Wanda's passion. Wanda moved down to kissing your neck and shoulder.

You could hear other giggles in the back. Natasha kept her eyes trained on you as Yelena and Maria began to touch each other in the mean time waiting for you. After a few minutes of watching her friends have all of the fun, Natasha made her way over to you, Carol, and Wanda. She pulled the other red-head back by her locks and pressed her lips to hers in a searing kiss. You heard Wanda moan out into the other woman's mouth next to you causing you to release your own into Carol. This made the blonde swiftly lift you up and wrap your legs around her waist. She brought you over to a nearby bench and kissed you harder. All of the sounds you were making began to rile her up.

"I'm not sure which one of us is more excited to have you here, pretty girl. All I know is I can't wait to ruin that pretty pussy of yours." You moaned at her words and yanked her back down into another kiss. Her words went straight to your core igniting a fire that had been waiting to burn. You made a mental note to find whoever recommended you to these ladies and thank them heavenly. Carol sunk her hips between your legs and began grinding against you seeking the friction she wanted so badly.

Even though the leather was a new material to you, you could still feel the faux member that rested in her pants; Carol was packing. This caused you to move your hands down to her pants to tear the buttons away. The tall blonde grabbed your hands and smirked, "Allow me." She stood to her full height and slowly removed the black jeans she was wearing and revealed her long, girthy strap she had been hiding. Your eyes widened which made Carol giggle. She sunk to her knees where she seductively pulled the zipper on your suit down. She held your eye contact until you saw them shift to behind you. Natasha and Wanda had pulled away long enough to see what Carol was doing and decided to join again. The two red-heads began to undress themselves where Natasha also sported a rather large strap but not Wanda.

In your distraction upon noticing the other women join in, Carol took to opportunity to shove he face into your pussy. You moaned out loud at the contact. Her tongue quickly lapping at your clit and sinking lower to curl inside you. Her ministrations were making you squirm on the bench. She reached up to hold your hips down. "Stay still kitten. Gotta get you ready for our cocks." Eating you out was an art to her. Every move she made, made you more and more wet. Natasha slid her fingers into your open mouth. You sucked on them harshly slipping your own tongue in-between her fingers and coating them in your saliva. Nat removed her fingers and started to rub them between Wanda's folds.

"Eat her out for me, malysh." Natasha requested. You looked up at Wanda as she slowly lowered herself over your wanting mouth. Your head went fuzzy upon seeing all of the quiet red-head's intimacy. Your tongue immediately poked out to welcome her to you. She let out a soft moan and slowly began to grind herself against your mouth. Carol was growing impatient watching you eat out the other woman and feeling you grow more aroused in her mouth. The blonde stood to position the tip at your entrance rubbing the head up and down your slit before she slammed her length in all at once. You yelped against Wanda's soaked cunt sending vibrations straight to her clit.

The whole scene was turning Natasha on more and more so she began stroking her own member, hoping to find some friction. The other two women walked over to join the rest of the group partially feeling left out. Carol continued to slam into you at a rather fast and rough pace. The tip of her strap hitting that blissful spot inside of you with every thrust. All of your moans and whines brought Wanda closer to her orgasm. She came hard in your mouth before she got up and was replaced by Natasha's own cock.

"Suck kotenok. Mommy's getting restless." Carol did not stop chasing not only her own high but yours. You could hear her grunting from below you. All of this attention was turning you on more than you think you've ever been in your life. Even though one hand wrapped around Natasha's strap and the other gripped Carol's wrist on your hips, you were finding it hard to keep blowing Nat. Carol moved her other hand down to your clit. "You better cum for me you little slut."

And you did; hard.

Carol continued her pace and upon watching you come undone, did so herself. Three quick thrusts and she was spent. She released the most guttural moan before her body was replaced by another blonde. Yelena had this look in her eyes like she wanted to make you pay for every wrong you never committed. She removed her clothing and sat right on your bent leg. At this point Natasha was fucking your mouth deeper and deeper. Needing to ground yourself you wrapped your hands around her thighs. Yelena began to rub herself against your thigh. You could feel how wet and warm she was, her hand sliding up and down your slit collecting your cum to rub your clit in tight circles. Your whines didn't stop especially when you were already beginning to feel another orgasm approaching. Yelena slipped her fingers inside you, finding your g-spot with accuracy. With every thrust of her fingers she hit that same spot over and over. tears started to run down your face with the feeling of Natasha in your mouth and Yelena in your core. Natasha gave one last thrust before she pulled out.

Maria shoved three of her fingers to the back of your throat. She giggled when you gagged around them. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at being finger fucked by the two women. "You're not allowed to cum before I do, else Natty here give you a nice punishment while I ride your face." Yelena only made the threat to turn you on more, but part of you was hoping it was true. It was hard, Yelena knew exactly what she was doing with her fingers but you could feel her slick slide down the sides of your thigh. God you hope she was close because you certainly were. Maria replaced her fingers with her lips and she kissed you hard sliding her tongue along yours. The brunette smiled against your lips when she felt your whimpers in her mouth. Yelena just kept slamming her fingers harder inside of you and rubbing herself quicker. Her breaths got faster and more shallow and as she came, a couple seconds later so did you. Your body shook with the most intense tremors, but Yelena couldn't fault you. She did cum before you, and something about it being in close tandem with hers turned her on a lot more than she would admit. You let out a soft whine when the coolness of the air hit your soaked thigh.

Maria left your mouth and moved between your legs. She put one leg over your left and the other under your right and brought your centers together. "You're a pretty little slut. I want to ruin you so bad." Maria started out ruthless. Her grinding was fast and hard as if she had been waiting to cum for weeks. You felt her in her entirety sliding against your own. The feeling started to overwhelm you. Carol took your face in her hand and rubbed her thumb along your bottom lip. "Open up you little slut."

You obeyed her and opened your mouth sticking your tongue out. At this point you were a blubbering mess and all the ladies were loving it. Carol spit into your mouth before shoving her cock in. "I saw you taking Nat like a pro, so I know you can take me." At least her pace wasn't rough but it certainly was quick. Your gags around Carol was making Maria closer to her release. She leaned forward to angle herself differently against you and put her hand around her throat. She could practically feel Carol's cock fucking your face. Sweat was running down your forehead and your hair clung to every part of your body it could touch. You were close to being spent and you never looked more beautiful this way. Maria's hand tightened, her grunts were heavy. "Such a good little fuck toy. I'm so close baby." You didn't think it was possible for Maria to go any harder but she did. She came with a loud cry and slowed her hips down to ride out her orgasm. You felt her wetness mix with yours. Maria's hand stayed for a couple more minutes, entranced by feeling Carol deep in your throat. The tall blonde slapped your face a couple times before she pulled out. You were too busy catching your breath, you didn't see Natasha move by your feet. She lifted you up and turned you over on your stomach with your legs and arms hanging off the bench. Just when you were hoping it was over, you forgot that Natasha never officially had her turn with you. She rested her strap on your lower back as she ran her cool hands in an attempt to soothe your burning skin. Almost mocking you for being the one to give you the final blow. Wanda walked up to you again. She ran her soft fingers in your hair and moved the stuck strands out of your face. Your breathing was heavy and your body was trembling. Wanda's fingers moved down to cup your jaw and she lifted your head. Tapping the side with her pointer finger, you got the silent request to open your mouth for her. In unison, as Wanda brought her cunt to your mouth, Natasha slid her strap inside you completely bottoming out. Nothing but incoherent noises left your mouth at being filled so sinfully. Wanda gripped your jaw harder as she rubbed her intimacy against your mouth for a second time. You lazily kept your tongue out to try your best to accommodate Wanda's wanting. Natasha on the other hand, had been waiting very patiently for her time and now that she got it she was going to make the best of it. She grabbed your hands in her own and pulled them behind your back to make it easier for her to pound deep into your cunt. When you felt her hit somehow deeper your eyes rolled back. Wanda picked up her pace just as Natasha did, both red-heads moving in perfect synch at opposite ends of your being. A jolt of paint hit your right asscheek igniting a new spark and effectively waking you up even if only for a minute. With every thrust administered, Natasha rained a hand alternating each side of your ass. All of this was sending more and more feelings to your core. You will not be lasting long if these two kept going the way they were. You could feel Wanda fumbling, she was about to come for the second time tonight. Natasha continued to get more rough inside of you until you felt the knot inside of you burst. You came hard around Natasha groaning against Wanda's own cunt. The sight caused Wanda herself to not be able to keep her composure and she came with a scream against your tongue. You felt her pussy pulsing with her orgasm on your mouth. As soon as Wanda backed away from your face, Nat yanked your arms back harder to push herself deeper than you thought was possible. You were screaming, a sweaty broken mess, absolutely spent in this five star hotel. Every thrust pushed harder against that spongey spot inside you. You could feel another earth shattering orgasm approach hoping it would be the last. Natasha's thrusting didn't let up, she was desperate to cum. She was moaning over you with every hit. You yelled her name as you came harder than you had before that whole session. Watching you absolutely spent around her

member, Natasha came just as hard with her final thrust. She stayed inside you to ride out the rest of her high before she carefully pulled out. Looking down she could see wetness all over the bench and her legs. Nat smiled to herself at being the one to make you squirt everywhere like a silent victory. Allowing you to lay and collect your bearings, the red-head began to clean up the room.

There wasn't much you could make out in your state, but you could partially hear Natasha thanking all of the women for coming over before hearing the door open and close through the ringing in your ears. Your were shaking, your whole body felt blissfully weak. The red-head padded over softly to your spent and soaked body and picked you up carefully to place you in her arms bridal style. Your mind was in a war with yourself between wanting just a little bit more or to just go to sleep. You couldn't even open your eyes at this point.

Natasha had brought you to the bathroom to help you clean up and as she moved about, she kept you in her arms. She made sure to hold you as she turned on the faucet and sit on the edge of the tub. As the water filled the tub, Nat moved between rubbing your back and gently caressing your cheek. Once the tub was filled up enough for the both of you, she picked you up again and cautiously lowered the both of you into the hot relaxing water. You couldn't do anything but mumble and cursed yourself for the state you were in even though it wasn't your fault. You desperately wanted to think your gracious host for a life changing night but nothing could come out. Natasha shushed you sweetly. Her time wasn't done until you were well taken care of in her company.

You don't know how long you were in the bathroom, hell you don't even know when you fell asleep as Natasha washed the night away from both of your bodies. Clearly still in no position to be able to make it back to your home, the red-head dried both of you off and brought you to the large bedroom. You had come back into partial consciousness long enough to feel the soft sheets and the plush comforter of this heavenly bed you were being gifted to rest on.

Natasha lowered you down and climbed on the other side before pulling you into her. She lifted your head to lay on her chest so she could easily hold you and play with your hair. She stayed awake until she heard your breathing even out again, signaling that you had fallen asleep again since the bath. She placed a soft kiss to your hairline before succumbing to sleep herself with a blissed smile on her face.

She'd definitely be requesting you again.

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AN: Not sure how I feel about this but yeah this is my wack attempt at something extra dirty.

[seiyasabi]

Fixation

(This is a Yandere Yelena x Fem Reader story ;)) This takes place in a Modern AU outside of the anime, and I won’t justify my reasoning lmao 

TW: Coercion, !Drugging!, Manipulation, !Noncon!, !Dubcon!, Daddy kink (ehehe), spanking, she’s a straight up Dom w her tall ass, kinda a meanie, degradation!, handcuffs!, use of sex toys!, Overstim!, size kink!, dumbification?, unwanted filming!, etc.. 

Proceed with caution! Sorry if this is too self indulgent lmao, when women (lesbians) talk to me, I become the biggest idiot to ever exist :)) ) 

Today wasn’t the best day to wear a skirt. 

Begrudgingly smoothing down the lilac fabric of your skirt, you huff indignantly. All you wanted to do was look cute for your crush, Marco, but it seems that that was too much to ask for. 

Your white sweater, at least, keeps you somewhat warm from the harsh wind. It’s tucked into the waistband of your high waisted skirt, and your thigh high socks push the fat of your cute thighs out slightly. The sound of your white sneakers against the pavement is drowned out by your classmates’ loud voices, and you’re seemingly unaware of a certain black-eyed glare. 

Seeing your classroom come into view, you hurry inside, sliding into your lab assigned seat. Eyeing the dark haired male of your dreams, you can’t help but sigh pathetically at the fact that he hasn’t noticed you. Up until recently, the two of you were great friends-always hanging out and texting one another. But, the moment the both of you picked up this class, everything changed. 

Hearing the seat next to you slide open, you glance up at your seatmate. Smiling up at the tall woman, you greet her kindly, “Hi, Lena! How’re you today?” 

The Russian exchange student smirks down at you, as she plops onto the seat, “Good, now that you’re here.” 

Laughing at her gruff words, you wave her off, “You always say that,” Zipping open your backpack, you pull out your class notes, “What’re you going to do this weekend?”

Her smirk widens, dark eyes gleaming, “Why? Asking me on a date?” You laugh once more, completely oblivious to her hopeful tone. 

“You’re so funny, Lena,” Pulling out your pack of multicoloured pens, you start to set up for your class, “I just heard you speaking with Annie about ‘something big’ the other day, so I became curious.” 

Not one to acknowledge boundaries, the blonde woman starts to play with your (hair/sweater), “I’m throwing a party, one you should come to,” Her tone leaves no room to negotiate, but you don’t really notice. Nodding, you smile up at her. 

“Sounds fun! When is it and who’s going?” Her hand trails down to your thigh, fiddling with your sock. Brushing off your mild alarm at her ministrations, you justify her actions through your cultural differences. 

“Tonight at eight. Annie and her friends should be there, same with Marco and a few others,” She name dropped the kind man on purpose, knowing your misguided infatuation with him. If only you knew how much of a pussy he is. All she did was threaten him once, and suddenly he stayed clear of you. It made her life easier, sure, but it annoyed her that he dropped you like a gutted fish. You’re too good for that. 

Pulling out your phone, you pull up your calendar, showcasing that you have no plans this evening, “Okay, I can go!” 

Her smirk grows wider than before, “Great,” Yelena’s accent seemingly grows thicker, her r rolling more harshly than before. 

With that, class begins without a hitch; Yelena’s hand still glued to your perfect thigh. 

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Stepping out of your car, you readjust your new outfit. Keeping the thigh highs from earlier, you changed your lilac skirt for a black, body con one, along with a cropped, black long sleeve shirt that accentuates your cleavage. 

Slamming your car door shut, you lock it with your key, before heading towards Yelena’s luxurious flat. You can hear low music and voices from her open top floor balcony, multiple shadows moving inside her home. 

With a fast beating heart, you can’t help but hope that Marco will speak with you tonight. With that hope deep in your chest, you step inside the fancy building’s lobby. Approaching the front desk, you go to show them your ID, but are met with brightly smiling faces. 

“Go on up to the tenth floor, (Your Name)! Yelena already told us that you’re coming!” Surprise overcomes your form. Why do they know you by appearance alone? You’ve never even been here before. 

“Oh, okay! Thank you,” Deciding to ignore the weird situation at hand, you head towards the lift. Pressing the button, you wait a few moments, before stepping into the open lift doors. The sleek metal walls reflect your appearance back at you, whilst you press the pristine ‘10’ button. With a small beep, the lift begins to move, practically flying at top speed to the top floor. 

Once at the tenth floor, the doors fly open, showing what looks to be a living room. You can’t help but gawk at the large flat displayed before you. Your classmate must be quite wealthy to afford a place like this. 

You awkwardly make your way inside, and are immediately greeted by the party’s host, “Hey, (Your Name), welcome!” You’re side hugged by a buff arm, practically slammed into Yelena’s torso. 

“Hey, thanks for having me!” You pat her back in an attempt to have her let you go, but instead, it seems to spur her on. She drags you towards a large L-shaped couch, which is filled by Annie, Reiner, and Bertholdt. A handful of others sit at her dining room table and kitchen counter, the open concept allowing everyone to see and speak to each other comfortably. 

Reiner glances up from the story he’s telling Historia and Ymir, a grin painting his handsome features, “Whoa, that’s a new look for you, (Your Name)!” 

Multiple eyes are suddenly glued to your now self conscious form, an uneasy smile on your face, “Hello, everyone.”

“Don’t get me wrong, you look great! It’s just really different from your normal, cute clothes,” People nod and agree with the large man, causing you to break out in a nervous sweat. 

“Well, I hope I don’t look too bad,” You joke halfheartedly, “I just wanted to try something new.” 

Yelena takes your appearance in, practically salivating. Whilst she does enjoy your usual clothing, this look fits you quite well. 

“You look very nice,” Bertholdt reassures soothingly, patting the spot by him, “You can sit next to me, if you’d like.”

The short haired woman glued to your side reacts immediately, “No, the girl needs a drink,” Annie shoots her a knowing look, which she nods to in response. You’re practically ragdolled to the kitchen bar, as the conversation starts up once more. Once at the marble countertop, the large woman releases you in favour of pouring you a cup of spiked punch, “This is very good. Made it myself.” 

You give her a bright smile, accepting the red solo cup, “Cool! I’m sure it’s delicious!” Bringing the cup to your (lipstick/chapstick/lipgloss) coated lips, you take a small sip. A burst of fruity goodness explodes on your tastebuds, making your eyes widen in surprise. You can’t taste a drop of alcohol in it, “Wow! This is really good!” 

A proud grin overtakes her lips, as she nods her thanks, “Of course it is. I knew you were coming, after all,” You laugh in response, and take another sip of the red liquid. 

“I see! Well, you have a very nice home!” The tall woman leans against the counter, holding herself up with an arm that goes behind your form. 

“Thank you. It’s very spacious. I find myself lonely at times,” Her large, black eyes stare down at you, trying to send you a message through them alone. 

“Oh, well, have you tried getting a roommate? Maybe the flat won’t be so empty,” She nods at your words. 

“Yes, that’s a good idea. Would you be my roommate?” You laugh, thinking that she’s joking. Not bothering to look up, as you take another swig of your drink, you don’t see the somewhat hurt look on her face. 

“That would be something! Not only are we seatmates, but we’re also roommates,” You giggle some more, taking more sips of your delicious drink, “But, your flat is a lot nicer than mine. I may take up on your offer.”

Looking up, you see her grin at you approvingly, “Yes, that would be nice,” What you don’t know is that her lease is almost up, making it so she has paperwork she needs to fill out. Paperwork that would look great with your co-sign on it. 

-

Three drinks in, and you’re feeling a bit woozy. Typically, you’re not a lightweight, but it seems that you are tonight. 

Leaning your upper body onto Yelena’s strong form, you laugh hysterically at something Reiner says, “Oh my God, you’re hilarious-” You cut yourself off with a snort, causing the entire room to laugh at your cute giggling. 

The short haired woman you’re currently using as a pillow holds you tenderly, a pleased smile on her face. The stuff Annie gave her works very well. 

“Man, if you weren’t Yelena’s girl, I would’ve cuffed you a semester ago!” Reiner roars wholeheartedly, slapping the leather couch below him. 

In your cloudy mind, you barely understand the words he just said, “Haha, wha-?” 

Pushing your head into her breasts, Yelena shushes you, “My poor baby is such a lightweight,” She and the others chuckle at that understatement, “I think it’s time to turn in for the night.”

Her civil way of kicking everyone out was enough, as everyone trickles out of her luxurious flat. Once the last person leaves, Yelena stands to her feet, scooping you up in her buff arms. She goes to her lift, pressing the lock input, she types in the lock code, not allowing anyone in or out of her home. Your high mind can barely comprehend what’s going on around you. 

She hums an unknown tune, as she goes up her steps to her master bedroom. Kicking open the door, she flips on her bedroom light with her elbow, before shutting the door with her foot. Sauntering to her California King sized bed, she lays your drugged out form on her light grey coloured sheets. 

“-Lena, wha-” Your head lulls to the side as you giggle uncontrollably, “-Are- are we dating?” She hums in response, starting to pull down your skirt. 

“Yes, my Darling Girl,” She smooches your forehead, “We’ve been together since I moved here,” Pulling your skirt’s fabric down and off of your legs, she tosses it on the floor, exposing your pink panties. 

“Bu-but, I like Marco,” You weakly attempt to push her grabby hands away from you, “I-I wan’ Marco!” 

The feelings of disgust, envy, and fury overwhelm her all at once. How dare you! She’s always treated you so well, that spineless fucker doesn’t deserve anything from you! He especially doesn’t deserve your wonderful heart! 

She says nothing, grabbing your blouse, and chucking it off of you. Your breasts jiggle at her ministrations, your bra just barely containing your tits. Seeing your almost bare, perfect body makes her pussy tingle, but her anger outweighs her arousal. 

Settling on the bed, she grasps your boneless body, and pulls you over her knees. You’re still muttering and questioning the validity of your relationship, all whilst saying that horrible boy’s name, causing her to cup the fat of your ass and squeeze harshly. 

“Baby, you know better than to say those horrible things. I love you very much, and it hurts to hear you say that.” 

Your breasts, arms, and head rest over her left knee, as you try to look up at her stern face, “But-”

“No buts, you know what happens when you act like a brat,” She slaps your ass experimentally, earning a pained yelp. A small smirk covers her lips, and she hits your ass as hard as she can. 

“‘M sorry! ‘M sorry! I didn’t mean it!” Your pleading is cute, so cute. 

“I know you didn’t, Princess. But I have to remind you of your place,” She slams her hand down once more, jolting your entire body. A shrill cry leaves your lips, as you try to move off of her lap, but seemingly can’t find the strength to do so. 

After five more smacks, the blonde pulls you onto her lap in a straddling position. One of her arms wraps around your top half, pushing your crying face into her neck. The other is wrapped around your waist, hand smoothing over your bruising ass, and playing with the hem of your panties. 

“Don’t cry, Princess. You know I had to set you straight,” She coos, “Your stupid, little brain is far too gone to understand at the moment, but you will once you sober up. So, for now, let your Daddy make you feel good.” 

You mutter nonsensical words in between your sobs, but the large woman isn’t put off. After she’s done with you, you’ll never think of that freckled fuck ever again. At least, you won’t unless you want him dead. 

Wrestling your pliant body to the mattress once more, she leaves you on the bed by yourself, before rolling onto the left side. Opening the top drawer of her nightstand, she pulls out a pair of handcuffs, a battery powered hitachi wand, duct tape, and a small bottle of lube. Setting them on the bed by your writhing form, she quickly makes her way back to you. 

“Shh, it’s alright, Princess. I’m right here,” Yelena reaches under you, fiddling with your bra’s hooks until it pops open, allowing her to slide your useless arms out of the garment. Tossing it aside, she sucks in a deep breath, enjoying the view of your plush chest. Experimentally, she pinches your right nipple, relishing the small moan you let out at the feeling. Gripping the handcuffs next to you, she feeds your dainty wrists through the opening, popping the pink, plush cuffs on tightly. Happy with the result, she continues her endeavour. 

Moving farther down your body, she leaves your socks on, loving how your thigh fat squishes up a bit. Grabbing the hem of your cute, pink panties, she pushes them off of you, exposing your pretty cunny. It separates from you with a small string of slick, filling Yel with a sense of satisfaction. You’re her perfect pain slut, aren’t you? 

Pushing on your pliant legs open, she smiles happily down at you, dark eyes blown wide open, “Awe, is your slutty pussy wet for me?” 

You shake your head rapidly, disorienting yourself more than before, “Nu-no! It’s not!” She clicks her tongue teasingly, her smile growing wider than before. 

“Don’t lie to me, Princess. Now I have to punish you once more,” Forcing your legs open, she holds them down with her own, straddling your waist. Her large form easily overpowers you, as she grabs the blue hitachi wand, and flips it on to the highest setting. Pushing it against your clit with a swift motion, your entire body jolts at the sudden stimulation. A loud whine leaves your lips, as you try to buck it off of your sensitive cunny. 

“Puh-please! Take it off! It’s too much!” Yelena snickers in delight, ignoring your pleading. Grabbing the duct tape from beside you, she rips off a few long strips, before smacking them onto your skin and the vibrator, effectively keeping it attached to you. 

Your moans and whimpers continue to grow louder and louder, as you try your best not to cum. You bite your lips in the hopes of stifling yourself, but it does little to help. If anything, it just spurs the large woman on. 

“Go on, cum for me, cum for Daddy,” You shake your head, a few keens falling from your mouth, as she watches in awe at the way your cunny leaks and clenches around nothing. 

Your toes curl in ecstasy as you cum, a loud whine escaping you. A gush of your orgasm flows from you, wetting the blonde woman and the mattress below. Two long, slender fingers prod at your slick pussy, forcing themselves inside your sensitive walls. 

“Good Girl, You’re so Good for me,” They Start to move in a ‘come hither’ motion, hitting your g-spot repeatedly with how long her fingers are.  

“Too much! Too much!” You cry, as she quickly brings you over the edge once more. 

More slick sprays from your cunny, as overstimulation begins to set in. Yelena captures your lips with hers, thrusting her tongue into your mouth. The kiss is wet and hot, as she grips at your plush chest. 

“No, no it’s not, Baby. It’s not enough,” Fumbling with her fly, she releases the strap she’s been wearing all night. In all honesty, she’s surprised that you hadn’t noticed the bulge or felt it underneath your ass earlier. It’s a good ten inches in length, and around 5.5 inches of girth. 

It is pretty intimidating for most, but due to your fucked out stupor, it should feel amazing for you. Grabbing the lube, she squeezes a small amount onto the silicone cock, smoothing it over the toy in sync with her fingers pumping inside of you. 

Deeming the toy and your cunny ready, she makes the next move. Sliding off of your numb legs, she stands to her feet, towering over you in all of her glory. Hefting you up and off of the mattress, she quickly punched your back against her pristine, white wall. Forcing your arms around the back of her head, she continues to kiss your drooly mouth vigorously. 

Wrapping your legs around her slender waist, her large leg muscles and arms work to hold you up. Guiding your dripping cunny over the tip of her strap, she slowly sinks you onto it. 

A keen of both surprise and pleasure rips out of your throat, as you grip onto her short, blonde locks. Giggling, she bucks her hips into yours sharply, causing you to orgasm on the spot. The vibrator and her strap on feels like heaven. 

Throwing your head back in bliss, you feel your arousal drip onto her dress pants, creating even more wet spots than before. Separating from your lips, she grins down at you. 

“Look at you, dirty Girl,” She spanks your ass harshly with one hand, as she continues a hardcore pace. The tip of the silicone cock batters against your cervix, causing you to cry out in both pleasure and pain, “You love it when Daddy ruins your pussy, don’t you?” 

Too fucked out to think properly, you nod your head vigorously, “Uh-huh! Uh-huh! I love Daddy’s cock!” She kisses your cheek tenderly, not stopping her thrusts for even a moment. Moving her lips down your vulnerable neck, she starts to suck the tender skin, leaving dark love marks on your pretty skin. 

“Mmm, good Princess! Since you’re such a good girl, I think you deserve a treat. Do you want a treat? Does your dumb little mind even understand what I’m saying?” You nod once again, eyes teary and pleading. 

“Yes! Yes! I want a treat, please, Daddy!” Smirking against your skin, she reaches into her pocket from around your thigh. 

“Since you asked so nicely-“ She presses the injector lever, shooting a large load of fake cum into your gummy, needy pussy. You cum almost immediately, this clearly being the biggest orgasm of the night, as you practically convulse and squirt a geyser of cum all over the place, “I think you deserve Daddy’s cum inside you.” 

You practically sob at the overstimulation and the feeling of being so full, “Thank you! Thank you, Daddy!” You kiss her of your own volition, surprising the large woman. Her heart warms, loving how you’ve become so submissive. 

Cradling you’re form to her muscular body, she saunters back towards the bed, pushing any other objects off and into the night side table. 

Placing you on the now dry sheets, she quickly flicks off the vibrator still taped to your clit, before placing it on the table beside her. Plucking off the duct tape, she then takes off your handcuffs, effectively freeing you. Instead of moving away from the woman, you lay there tiredly, no longer processing the situation. 

Sighing in content, Yelena grabs a hand towel from the drawer she keeps her sex toys in, and wrestles it under your hips. Smiling, she removes the strap from inside of you, enjoying the sight of the fake cum flooding out of you. 

Laying next to you, she pulls your head into her chest, curling around you as if she were a safety blanket. 

“You did well, Princess,” You don’t say anything, snuggling into her warmth, “Go to sleep, tomorrow we’ll announce our official status, okay?” 

An slurred ‘Okie’ is heard, before you slip into unconsciousness. Cupping your face in appreciation, her dark eyes glance in the direction of a small green light coming from her video camera. 

Now you’ll have to date her; after all, you wouldn’t want your sex tape to get out, would you? 

[chasingfictions]

thinking today about how unhinged it was to make spike a romantic leading man like yes let's imbue this monster of the week with undeniable humanity and let him fall for our hero so we can explore that further fkldshkhd what a chaotic show

anon you can’t just. send this to me. bc now I’m thinking about the IMPLICATIONS and I have so much work to do and I’m so sleepy and now you have me????? Thinking ???????????? Thoughts???????????

* @marinxttes voice* you’re telling me a scooby doo yassified this villain ?

LET’S IMBUE THIS MONSTER OF THE WEEK WITH UNDENIABLE HUMANITY AND LET HIM FALL FOR OUR HERO literally she’s our hero and his hero and he becomes our hero because he IS her and truth is he likes this world and and that's what marks a buffyverse hero is do they like this world and it's buffy "i have to save the world. again" and giles "i've sworn to protect this sorry world" and spike just,,, he likes this world he is GIDDY at saving this world it's him LAUGHING as the light rips through him and he wants to see how it ends and he thinks the world is good and the way there's something about. becoming part ii. how buffy has to save the world. again. and it's this tremendous onus on her bc it's always only her and she's losing everything and in this episode when she talks to joyce and whistler about having to save it it's just like this,,, this exhaustion. this terror. this being so depleted and muscling through and then it's....

it's the fact that she loses everyone and everything in 2x21-2x22 but then she GAINS??? spike???? and spike wants to save the world not because of duty but because. he likes this world. he likes people. it's alright here. and like,,, becoming ii as this DEEP TRAGEDY and then you just have. spike and buffy are in a band shenanigans and he's backing her up and like,,,, the way when she loses everything and has to kill her lover and loses her childhood innocence in the most profound way there's just this,,, this monster who loves humanity and who, thanks to the 1998 flashback canon, like,,, he's falling in love with her Right Now. it's take all that away and what's left? me and it's i got nothing left to lose but it's also i hate you / and i'm all you've got and do you really think you can take us all on yourself? / no, i don't and she HAS spike, she GAINS spike in this episode and he's an emblem of lightness and humanity and it's buffyverse humanism and it's season 6,,,, you'll get along, the pain that you feel it only can heal by living you have to go on living so one of us is living and it's that she goes back to this dead man. this monster. whenever she needs to remember how to feel alive and it's because he's so brimming with HUMANITY it's spike being introduced in vamp face and then shifting to his soft human face because he loves drusilla it's. ........ literally being a gay vampire and a lesbian and a wife guy makes spike bursting with humanity but also being bursting with humanity is what makes spike a gay vampire and a lesbian and a wife guy and hi,..,,, literally hi HELLO????

[red1culous]

Oh part 4

Part 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7

After a few hours chatting with Carol and schmoozing with a few very posh looking people you made your escape claiming there was a kitchen emergency you had to manage. As you rushed up the side entrance of the house you stop mid step, balancing yourself against the railing to massage your calves. How come socialising was more tiring than baking?

“Hey stranger” a gruff male voice breaks your peace and startles you. 

You turn abruptly clutching you chest dramatically. “Barnes I told you to stop sneaking up on me!”

He laughs softly, something you were still not used to, as he shifts to face you on the step he’s sitting on. “Sorry,” he says giving you the once over, “you made these?” he lifts a plate filled to the brim with cupcakes.

You give him a warm smile which he returns with a toothy grin. Bits of cream stick to his stubble. “Depends. You like ‘em?” 

He quirks his eyebrow at you as he takes a huge bite into a cupcake smearing some of the cream onto his top lip and nose. Closing his eyes he lets out a filthy moan which causes you to laugh out loud.

“Ok ok in that case, yes I made them!” you say still laughing a little. He smiles at your admission and pats the stone step beside him. 

“What are you doing all the way back here? Shouldn’t you be out there mingling? Raking in the dollar bills?” you poke your elbow into his side once you’re settled in close enough stealing some of his body heat.

“You make it sound dirty” he smirks as he continues to demolish the plate of cupcakes.

You reach for the napkin he has stuffed in his breast pocket and wipe at his nose. “When you strip it bare, it kinda is like that, isn’t it?” you add.

“Suppose so, doll. Suppose we’re all here to be fucked in the ass.”

You stare at him wide eyed.

“What?” he exclaims.

“What do you mean what? When did you get so potty mouthed?” you answer fixing him a serious look.

He chuckles and mumbles something that sounds like a sorry heavily mixed in with cupcake mix. “Guess you haven’t been around to keep me in line.”

“I couldn’t exactly hang around, Buck. She broke up with me…” you sigh and he wraps an arm around your shoulders to pull you in for a brief side hug.

“I didn’t break up with you” a voice sounds from behind you. It’s so unexpected you shoot up from your seat and stumble backwards only to be stopped by Bucky’s hand grabbing your ankle steadying you a little.

“I didn’t break up with you” she repeats, more defensively this time. 

You laugh shaking your head from side to side. This was bound to happen to why not have it out here and now. “The hell you didn’t! Did I misunderstand you distancing yourself from me? That’s called a breakup.”

Bucky stands and makes to leave but you force him back down by shooting him a deathly glare. He attempts to make himself as small as possible but fails miserably. Instead he busies himself in studying the intricate design of your cupcakes bringing his legs further into his chest rocking gently back and forth. “I was giving you time to think” she says coming out of the doorway so you can see her better.

“Time I didn’t need, Nat” you look at her for a long moment feeling your gaze get even darker, even harder than it already was. “You made promises to me,” your voice gentling slightly as your stomach was knotting around itself. “I believed in them.”

“I never made any promises I couldn’t keep,” she corrects you. Her voice is an octave deeper, rougher than it was before. “I never have and you know that,” she adds, her voice laced with a world of pain and emotions you didn’t want to acknowledge. 

Your own hurt is spiked by her words. It suddenly becomes hard to breathe, or feel anything other than the temper that was rising like bile in your throat. It galloped through you. “Do you expect me to believe you’ve been sitting around mourning over something you caused? You had me eating out of the palm of your hand but I guess that was not exciting enough in the end” you spit. 

“Sometimes two people need to fall apart to realise how much they need to fall back together” she shrugs but you catch a glimpse of vulnerability in the way she looks at you. Her eyes scan your face and you notice the way her chin quivers slightly. 

“Don’t give me that pop culture bullshit” you shake your head again. You wanted to fight, you didn’t want to feel. 

“I need to go…” you trail off making to step away before she lunges forward almost touching you. 

“Wait!” she pulls herself away slightly. “I broke up with you because I’m cold at the core.” Her eyes search yours hopefully before continuing. “Because I have a hard sadistic streak right down the middle of me. I make you love me and then say it’s not good enough.” She stops as you lean back against the railing. It felt as if she had taken one of the knives you knew she had strapped to her thigh and chopped you off at the knees.

You raise an eyebrow and she goes on. “I broke up with you because I play this game where I see how much you can take before it wears you out. Before I force you to leave me.”

“Nat I didn’t come here to fight” you say your voice resigned and more so just tired of having this all dredged up again. 

“I don’t want to break up with you.” She says just as quietly before wrapping her arms around her torso as if she didn’t know what to do with them. 

“We are broken up,” you reply trying to keep your voice as flat as possible.  “What do you want, Nat?” 

“I want to be with you, Y/N. Properly. This time I promise. You and all your fucking breadcrumbs and pastry mix and cream and cookie dough.” She takes a small step towards you, hopeful. Even Bucky looks up at you from his gargoyle pose.

You stare at her. She stares back. You felt your resolve falter. She had read your desire to fight in spite of what you had said and she managed to throw ice cold water over your flames. 

“I love you, Y/N.” She whispers but you hear her loud and clear. “I’m sorry.”

You hated the fact that you were slowly losing the edge on your temper. She was forcing you to feel things you thought you had buried years ago. She was forcing you to look under the rug for your shared history. You wished they could just remain untouched but she had rolled up that rug and everything was up in the air. Exposed. Visible. Real.

You stare her down. You’re sure she can feel the anger simmering off of you. Something thicker and darker than anything before.

“You still love me,” she says eyes glistening slightly.

You scrunch up your forehead at her words. “I’m angry.”

“Yes but that look is also love. You still love me, Y/N” she smiles a little and if you weren’t so conflicted you might’ve allowed yourself to return her smile.

“This look?” you point to your face but don’t deny her either.

“I know you’re pissed off at me” she adds.

“You say that like you’re surprised” you say after a moment. “Of course I’m pissed. Not actively. It doesn’t keep me up at night anymore.” You pinch the sides of your nose. 

“I was in love with you. And you broke my heart. Its taken me a long time to get over that. Over you.” You say after a moment. If she wanted all the cards on the table than she was going to get it. No holds barred.

Her mouth curves slightly but not into a smile. 

You blow out a breath, not feeling entirely steady on your own two feet. “I should really go” you say again.

“Why can’t we fight for this again? Together this time,” she says taking another small step towards you. 

“Because Natasha,” you sigh out loud, “you shouldn’t need to fight for love.” 

You feel sick. Again. Sick of digging into the past. Sick of diving into the dark where you can’t see past your outstretched hand. Where you can’t win and you can’t lose. There was only how much it hurt and how much more it could hurt. 

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[andydrarch]

In honor of pride month let’s dump some frontier sexuality hcs! Not all the characters but like, a chunk of them lmao. I don’t have bad enough brainrot to decide for the ENTIRE cast. And YES some of these will just say straight I’m sorry, don’t wanna single people out lmao

(Jura and Tria are inspired by my fanfic btw this is not a broad brush)

-Jura - straight

-Tria - Ace lesbian

-Nate - straight

-Penny - pan, female leaning

-Dahlia - bi, 50/50

-Leon - straight

-Stryker - bi, male leaning

-Sean - straight

-Becky - straight

-Violet - bi, female leaning

-Drake - demihetero

-Liu Ren - ace

-Mei Lian - pan, will literally get a crush on anyone remotely nice to her

-Frett - pan

-Prescott - gay

-Ruby - says she’s straight but has had sex with other women on more than one occasion

-Sapphire - ace/aro and sex-repulsed

-Heckcat - lesbian

-Spike - proooobably straight but he’s literally only been with Gauss

-Gauss - same as Spike. Haven’t experimented outside of each other and are chill with that

-Lancelot - ace, isn’t sure if he’s aro or not