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Hey! Happy 1k! <3
Can I please request a fluffy kinda smut friend to lovers? With "If you take care of everyone, who takes care of you?" With Eddie Munson, pretty please?
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uhm. so just realizing now you said friends to lovers, but i wrote a little established relationship. but i hope the 1k of smut below makes up for my oops (oral, f! receiving, p in v smut, praise, 18+ - minors dni). thank you for your lovely request!
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“So I was talking to this girl, right. And things were going really well…”
It starts like this after your long work day, when you come home to find Eddie already started a bath for you: “If you take care of everyone, who takes care of you, baby?”
Steve twirls his straw around in his cup and continues to prattle on about Tabitha. Or Clara. Or…Sarah? You can’t remember; not with Eddie sitting beside Robin across from you, eyes locking on your face, tongue drawing a slow line along the side of his ice cream.
“Let me take care of you.” You’re on the bed, thighs over his shoulders, fingers spreading you wide for him.
Your heartbeat is muffled in your ears.
A constant pang against your ribcage as Eddie’s tongue licks into your throbbing cunt, his eyes on yours as he watches pleasure unfurl on your features, your fingers buried in dark locks that dance along the insides of your thighs. The room is full of the sounds of your slick, hole soaked at the torturous drag of your pleasure.
Your thighs clench, rubbing against one another slowly as his booted foot slides beneath the table and knocks gently against your shin. He grins devilishly at you, glancing down at your ice cream left forgotten before you. “Are you enjoying your ice cream, sweetheart? Sure is sweet, isn’t it?”
He’s enjoying himself. Constantly mixing between kitten licks, the probing of his fingers, the suck of your clit between his lips, all in the ways he knows you like. He’s a man starved, moans rumbling up from his chest into your hot flesh, driving you closer and closer to that tipping point.
You’re teetering on the edge. Gasping breaths falling through parted lips as he sinks a finger in, drawing the digit in a slow circle, before adding another. Your breath is a hiss. A curse against your forearm that drapes over your mouth.
“Fuck, you like that, don’t you? I can tell,” he murmurs against your cunt, breath fanning against your clit. “Pretty pussy is just drooling for me.”
“Eyes up here, baby,” Eddie taunts, dragging his tongue up from the bottom of the cone where a little bead of mint chocolate chip has slid down and onto his wrist. “Steve asked you a question.”
Robin chuckles nervously as Steve waves a hand in the air, grumbling, “Did you hear any of that?”
Your eyes flicker back up to Steve, mind faraway as you nod. “Yeah, Sarah? Clara? Tell me more about Clara.”
“Such a pretty girl,” he coos against your flesh, chuckling brightly at the whimpers of breath spilling from you as his fingers pump faster — harder. “So fuckin’ wet for me baby. Gonna come for me? Just like that, let go, sweetheart.”
The mountain becomes less and less insurmountable as the peak careens closer and closer until you come, gasping at his hair, writhing, and crying his name into the open air.
And you’re panting — watching his hips rut into the mattress as you ride out the waves of your orgasm — whimpering out, “Need you to fuck me, Eddie.”
“It’s Tara, but anyway—“
The foot beneath the table slides up your calf. Curls around the space between your kneecap. You move your hand beneath the table to stop him, his fingers capturing yours before you can slide away.
It’s all it takes for him to remove himself from your center and push his jeans down around his thighs, cock slapping up against his stomach. After that it’s a practiced dance. You watch as his palm circles his cock and pumps it once, twice, before he clambers back down onto the bed and slides it between your slick folds, relishing in the shudders that wrack your form at the brush of flesh against where you need him. “You want this, baby?”
“Yeah, Ed. Fuck—” His tip sinks in just an inch, the delicious stretch making your toes curl against the mattress. “Need you.”
“Are you even paying attention?” Steve groans.
Your head shakes, warmth brimming deep in your belly at the memories flickering behind your eyes. “I’m sorry. Just a little in my head, you know?”
Eddie’s ice cream falls onto his plate with a plop, wry smirk curling his lips. You know he’s fighting so hard to keep a sinister joke to himself, something that might allude to what you got up to before spending time with your friends.
“Oh, I know,” he teases, and heat lashes between your thighs, those ringed fingers of his curling around the meat of your thigh beneath the table — knowing exactly what he’s doing.
The sound is utterly sinful as he slides all the way in, cursing low under his breath at the stretch as your walls accommodate him. Every time is like this. The whimpering of the man above you as he pulls back slowly and slams back in, drawing a moan from deep within your chest, starting a pace that has you seeing stars behind your eyes. Hips swivel against your own, the slow drag of him against you making your eyes roll back into your skull. Sopping cunt practically soaking his dick, painting it with your arousal.
A dirty slide between your thighs that has you whispering your love and affection. Stutters of “I love you” when nails scrape flesh. A pant of “so fuckin’ beautiful, baby girl” and “doing so well taking my cock, pretty girl.”
Steve glances between the two of you. He watches the salacious grin lining Eddie’s face, the heady smolder of your gaze locking with Eddie’s. Neither of you are there — not really, at least.
And he knows it.
“Well this has been a lovely evening. You two are made for each other.” He shakes his head, spoon clanging against the bottom of his bowl.
Eddie grins, megawatt. “Yeah, we are.”
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BEST FRIENDS AND BANANAS: A SERIES OF AWKWARD EVENTS | Semester I Part 24 - Bathroom Encounters
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~ An NCT Dream x Wayv College AU Social Media Series ~
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Semester I Synopsis: It’s your junior year at college and it’s been over a year since you were in a relationsip, but luckily you’re not short of men to choose from. Your best friends are 6 rowdy boys (aka the dreamies) and your favourite girl Jiwon, but what happens when a fleeting romance with a handsome senior leads to big changes in your relationships?
Pairings: Jaemin x Reader, Best Friend!Renjun x Reader, Hendery x Reader, Choi San x Reader
Genre: College AU, Fluff, Comedy, Light smut in some parts
Warnings: SMUT! This part is 18+. It's not toooo explicit but it contains sexual content so if you're uncomfortable with it don't read! It's not actually vital to the story but gives a little more context for something mentioned in the next section so it's perfectly okay to just skip this part, you won't miss out on any plot! Swearing, mentions of sex, casual + drunk sex, drinking/alcohol
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“Psst. Renjun!”
Your voice was quiet against the noise of the party, but just about audible enough for your best friend to hear as he wove his way through the drunken people scattered about the landing. “Renjun!” you said again. Stopping to look where the voice came from, Renjun turned towards the bathroom door, from which your head was currently peaking out, a surprised look on his face as you peered out at him. Before he had chance to respond, you grabbed his hand, yanking him into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
“Y/n- what are you doing?” Renjun asked, bewildered, as you hopped up to sit on the counter. “I’m hiding!” you whispered somewhat unnecessarily, now being sealed away in the bathroom. Renjun gave you a blank look. “Why?” he asked, as you looked down at him with big doey eyes, a little glassy from the 3 cups of punch you’d consumed earlier in the night. “Lucas and Hendery. They keep being really weird and flirty.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” Renjun replied.
“I mean REALLY flirty, I didn’t know what to do!” Renjun chuckled at you and sighed.“Do they need a talking to?” he asked, moving from his position by the door to stand directly in front of you. You looked at him sympathetically. “No offence Renjun, but I don’t think you could take them on... They’re both older and bigger than you. But anyway, no they’re fine, just stay in here with me for a bit, maybe they’ll lose interest.” Renjun scoffed at your implication but let it slide since after all, it was true. He wasn’t exactly large, he was more the small but feisty type.
“I’m not sure they will,” he said teasingly, placing his hands gently on your knees. You deflated a little at his words pouting, and as if to respond Renjun began rubbing comforting little circles on your knees. As nice as it was to be getting attention, Lucas and Hendery’s flirtations were a little much for you, especially since you’d barely spoken to either of them before, and you didn’t really want to have to spend the entire rest of the night hiding out in the bathroom avoiding them. You let out a little groan of frustration.
“Ughh, whyyy?” you whined. Renjun smiled, a glint in his eye. “Probably because you’re easily the prettiest girl here,” he said, making a hot pink flush creep up your cheeks. Renjun had told you you were pretty plenty of times before, as any best friend should, but in your current position his words felt a lot more intimate than they ought to. “I- I don’t think so,” you stuttered, looking down to where Renjun’s hands connected with your bare knees, your hair hanging down around your face hiding your pink cheeks. “Well I think so, and I imagine half the people at this party do too.” You looked up at Renjun’s admission, locking eyes with his as your heart hammered in your chest. Why was he making you feel like this? Surely his words were just those of a best friend psyching you up, but you couldn’t help the warmth now spreading through your body.
“Y-you do?” You murmured, as your thighs relaxed slightly, slipping open a little ushering Renjun to stand flush against the counter between them. “Mhh,” Renjun hummed in confirmation. As your thighs had parted, Renjun’s hands slipped a little higher onto your thighs gently curving across the top and sides, but applying just a bit of pressure to send a tingling up to your core. As silence took over you became all the more aware of where his hands touched you and your mind was taken back to the weekend two weeks prior and how Renjun had gripped your thighs as he roughly fucked into you. Your breathing became shaky as you felt yourself becoming more aroused, Renjun’s hands burning against your skin, his face now no more than 10 inches from your own.
For all you knew, you could’ve been the only one feeling the intense sexual tension in the room, but right now that was a risk you were willing to take. You didn’t know whether it was the alcohol flowing through your system or you were just going crazy, but the next thing you knew your hands had moved from the counter, and were looping around Renjun’s neck, pulling him down into a hungry kiss. Renjun kissed back almost immediately, his hands moving from your thighs to grip your waist, pulling your body forward to meet his, your arousal only intensifying as his pelvis pressed against your sweet spot. He dominated the kiss, taking every opportunity to nip and tug at your bottom lip, eliciting what he thought were the most delightful groans from you and you whined when he finally pulled away leaving your lips red and swollen.
As you both tried to catch your breath, Renjun’s hands massaged the flesh of your butt through your skirt, your core involuntarily clenching at the sensation. You both seemed a little stunned as you looked at each other but neither of you wanted to stop. In a flash, Renjun attached his lips to your neck, sucking little red marks all over your skin as his fingers dug into your ass. You let out soft breathy moans as his lips assaulted your collar over and over again, your neck being one of your most sensitive spots. Given the amount of attention he was paying to the particular area you wondered had he remembered from last time? Or perhaps he just had a thing about necks; either way it felt incredible.
When his face emerged from the crook of your neck you looked up at him, mouth agape and were met with his dark eyes staring down at you. These were not his usual soft kind eyes. These eyes were filled with lust. They were eyes that wanted to devour you.
“Renjun...” you breathed shakily.That seemed to flip a switch in him because suddenly he was tugging your hips forward and pushing your skirt up, exposing just enough of your panties for him to see how wet you were. A knowing smirk appeared on Renjun’s face. “You’re so wet y/n,” he teased, tracing a finger up the front of your panties, grazing over your sensitive bud. “Do I turn you on?” He leaned in to whisper in your ear, as his fingers pushed the damp material aside to feel just how much of an effect he’d had on you. You whimpered as his fingers teased you. All you could manage was a nod in response, too embarrassed by your obvious arousal over your best friend to say anything. Renjun rewarded you with a trail of kisses along your jaw as his fingers worked their way to your entrance, but just as he was about to enter you he stopped still. “This is okay right?” he asked, looking at you earnestly. The two of you might’ve been charged up on lust, alcohol and adrenaline, but Renjun wasn’t stupid enough not to ask for consent before you did anything you might regret. You paused for a second, the realisation hitting you that you were about to do the unspeakable with your best friend once again, but in that moment, it didn’t matter. You wanted him.
You nodded quickly, desperate for that bit of friction where you most needed it. Renjun smiled, placing a kiss on your nose, before reaching further under your skirt to pull your panties down. You lifted your hips to assist him and as soon as they were off, his hands were on your thighs, pushing them apart to give him better access. Then he brought his hand back to your core, circling your little bud a few more times before pushing into you, your head rolling back as you gasped at the feeling.
The next few minutes were a blur of pleasure as he fucked you with his fingers, moving down as you started to get close to use his tongue on you too.“Oh my god!” you yelped several minutes later as you reached your climax, your juices running down Renjun’s fingers to his palm, your own hands clawing at the edge of the counter for purchase. “Good girl” Renjun cooed pushing you through your orgasm. You breathed heavily, leaning back on your arms as Renjun withdrew his fingers from you, holding your back with his other hand to support you. “Open,” he said, holding his fingers up to your lips. You fulfilled his wishes, parting your lips to taste yourself and clean his fingers of your arousal. He may have just fucked you but this was by far the most erotic thing he’d done yet. You moaned around his fingers, licking the last of your mess off before he removed them, placing his hands back on your hips.
“You liked that?” Renjun whispered as he leaned his forehead against yours, his hands moving up and down your waist, soothing you in the aftermath of your orgasm.
“Yes,” you whimpered, feeling a little bashful after having just come for your best friend. Your intimate moment however was shattered as you heard the rattle of the door handle and someone knocking loudly.
“Jesus will you hurry up?! You’ve been in here ages. Other people need to pee too you know!” You heard an irate voice from the other side of the door. Your eyes widened. Perhaps the bathroom at a house party wasn’t the best place to have had this particular exchange. “Oops” Renjun said, smirking as he helped you down from the counter. The door banged again. “ONE SECOND!” You yelled back as you hurried to put your panties back on and Renjun set about washing his hands.
A few seconds later you emerged from the bathroom, Renjun in tow, only to see Jisung standing right out side. “Oh. Sorry Jisung.” you said, praying that he hadn’t overheard your encounter. Luckily though, the noise of the party seemed to have drowned out any of the sounds you’d made. “Jesus what were you two doing in there? I’ve been waiting for ages” Jisung grumbled, giving you a curious look. “Just hiding!” you chirped not wanting to seem suspicious. “Right well next time hide somewhere other than the bathroom. I’ll see you in a minute, I really have to pee,” he said, pushing past you and slamming the door. You looked at Renjun and immediately saw the relieved expression on his face making you burst into laughter. “Come on dork, let’s go find Jeno.”
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Pas De Deux
Title: Pas De Deux
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Destiel
Rating: not really needed for this fluff lol
Tags: fluff, pretty much just a whole lot of fluff XD
Summary: Dean is a closeted ballet dancer, and cas is playing the Nutcracker Prince in the Kansas State Ballet. When the ballet loses their Clara and Cas confronts Dean about taking the part along side him, will he be able to put aside his fears and let everyone know who he really is? All to help the man of his dreams?
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Chapter one
The sky was dark and starless as Dean pulled the impala into the empty parking lot behind the old brick building. As soon as he cut the engine he felt the instant drop in temperature hit his exposed skin, enticing him to quickly grab his bag and dart across the parking lot as fast as he could. It was coming into fall now, and it was an unseasonably cold September night as he stepped out of the car. The back door was left slightly ajar as it always was, the bright yellow mop bucket propping it open as Dean snuck inside and closed the door behind him. Once he was inside the warmth of the heated building, and his shivering had subsided, he smiled while he watched for a moment as the janitor shimmied across the floor to the beat of the music pumping through his headphones. With a slight chuckle he walked over and gave the man a light tap.
“Hey, Garth.” The man turned to him and shifted his headphones down to his neck as Dean reached a hand into his duffle bag. “I got your weekly offering, and thanks again for keeping the door open for me, man, I really appreciate it.”
“It's no problemo, my friend,” Garth smiled wide as he eyed the case of beer he was being handed, placing it on the bottom of his janitor's cart, “always happy to help a friend in need. And as always studio nine upstairs is open for you.”
Dean nodded in thanks and hiked his duffle back over his shoulder, and headed up the stairs. He made his way to studio nine and walked into the mirrored room, dropping his duffle and connected his phone to the bluetooth speakers. He put on some light music and did a few quick stretches before looking at the clock. It was just about midnight, which meant that he had around three hours to practice before he had to be home. So without wasting any more time he got into position, pointed his toes, pushed play, and began his practice of the first dance of the Nutcracker Ballet.
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The week passed by as quickly as it always did, and the weekend passed agonizingly slowly as Dean waited for Monday night to come. Don't get him wrong, Dean loved spending time at home with his mom and brother Sam, but he found that every second his feet weren’t tucked snugly into his pointe shoes, he was anxious and fidgety, eager for Monday night so he could get himself back into the studio.
He had been practicing so hard over the last year, trying his best to teach himself every step perfectly, though without any formal training he was sure he would never be as good as the ballet dancers he watched online. The ones from the videos he used to try and teach himself the steps. And trying to do it at home in his basement wasn't making it any easier. Trying to make sure that Sam and his mom never never walked in on him practicing, keeping the music low to make sure they didn't wake up in the middle of the night and hear it, catch him in the act. But when one of his childhood friends got a job as the night janitor at a local ballet studio, he was thrilled. He knew all it would take was the weekly promise of a case of beer and Garth would sneak him in, he was always good like that. That way he wouldn't have to worry about his mom or brother sneaking in on him in tights and pointe shoes, having to explain that embarrassing situation to them, and he could practice Monday to Friday while they were asleep without any anxiety about it. And the arrangement had been working perfectly… until now.
It was finally Monday night and he snuck into the dance studio, same as he always did. Made his way up to studio nine and danced his heart out until around three in the morning. After he was finished, the sweat pouring down his body was a clear indication of a hell of a good practice, he grabbed up his things and made his way back down stairs. He was just about to slip out the back door to head home when he stopped halfway out, the sound of music coming from down the hall hitting his ears.
He went back inside and closed the door quietly, sneaking down the hall to find the room where the music was coming from. But it worried him slightly to hear the music, aside from him and Garth no one was ever in the building at night, especially this late. What if this meant he couldn't do this anymore, what if he couldn't sneak into the studio at night because someone who actually went to this studio, who actually paid to use the building, was going to be practicing here nightly. And there would be nothing Dean could do about it. On a mechanics salary there was no way he would ever be able to afford to pay for use of a studio, and he couldn't risk bumping into someone that might get Garth in trouble for sneaking him into the building every night. It would be the end of Dean's secret ballet sessions, and he couldn't go back to trying to practice in his basement at night, it would only be a matter of time before Sam or his mom caught him, and he really did not want to have to deal with that.
Eventually he found the room where the music was coming from, studio two by the front of the building, and peaked his head in the doorway to see who it was. It was a man he didn't recognize, but as soon as he laid eyes on him he was instantly entranced. He had never in his life seen anyone move as gracefully as he did. Every line, every transition was pure perfection, the kind of dancer that Dean aspired to be. Dean couldn't help himself but stare as the dark haired man continued his perfect rendition of the Nutcracker, the very ballet he himself had been working on for months now. He watched for an unknown amount of time in the doorway, in awe of his elegance and grace, before eventually the music stopped and he took that as his cue to leave before he was caught.
Just as he was about to turn down the hall he was met by Garth coming to stand beside him, both now watching as the dark haired man stretched against the bars on the mirror. “Who is he?”
“His name is Castiel,” Garth answered, leaning against his mop, “I completely forgot he was coming, sorry man.”
“Nothing to be sorry for,” he shrugged then turned slightly towards Garth to ask, “why's he here so late? I mean, I know why I sneak around the studio at ungodly hours, but he doesn't look like he's ashamed of being a ballerina. He's clearly taken classes, so why be here alone at three in the morning?”
“He's part of the Kansas State Ballet. They recently decided to move from their previous studio and are now taking up residence here. They are going to be performing The Nutcracker Ballet for Christmas.”
“Seriously?!”
Garth nodded, “Castiel is playing the role of the Nutcracker Prince. Apparently he's the most dedicated member of the team, and most nights stays late for extra practice. So if you're going to keep coming there is a chance you two might cross paths at some point, it sounds like he’ll be here a lot, but I'll do my best to make sure that doesn't happen.”
“Hey, man, I don't wanna get you in trouble,” he shook his head, “if the owner of the studio finds out you've been sneaking me in here at night you'll lose your job.”
Garth just waved him off, “Even if at some point Castiel does see you here, I don't think he would be the type to go running to mommy about it. Keep coming, Dean, don't give up your dancing.”
“As long as you're sure,” he eyed him, “but if at any time you start to get worried you're gunna lose your job, you tell me and I'll stop coming.”
“Deal.” He gave Dean's arm a light smack, then as they watched Castiel beginning to gather up his things and ready to leave, they both turned away from studio two and walked back down the hallway together. “I'll walk you out, man, and I better see you tomorrow night.”
Dean smiled and clutched at the strap of his duffel as they walked. He was glad he had Garth, and glad that he didn't have to stop dancing or start sneaking around the house again. “Don't worry, I'll be here.”
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The next few days Dean continued to return to the studio every night, just as he promised Garth he would. For the most part he always arrived there before Castiel, did his two to three hours of practice up in studio nine, and every night before he left he would sneak over to studio two and watch Castiel dance. So far everything had been going fine. They hadn't crossed paths, and Castiel hadn't caught Dean watching him from the doorway. And tonight was just the same as all the others.
Dean had practiced extra hard tonight. He managed to sneak out of his house an hour earlier than usual, then when he was finished he made his way down to studio two to watch Castiel dance for a few minutes before leaving. He was currently standing in the doorway to Castiel's studio, watching him dance the steps to act one scene six where the Nutcracker dances with Clara, when the shifting of his feet had him knocking over a mop that Garth had left leaning against the wall. He instantly panicked, and in a futile attempt to save the mop and not alert Castiel of his presence there, he lunged forwards to grab the mop, but the damage had already been done.
Castiel was mid dance when he heard the commotion at the door behind him and swiftly turned. He was now staring at a very stunned Dean clutching tightly to a mop and now standing a few feet inside the studio.
“Can I help you?” Cas asked with a quirked brow.
“I…” Dean scrambled and practically threw the mop off to the side, turning and grabbing his bag before darting back towards the door, “No, sorry, I was just leaving, I didn't mean to scare you.”
Confused but also a little intrigued, Castiel took a step closer and called out to him, “Do you dance here?” Stopping Dean from leaving.
He turned back to Cas, a little confused, and when he didn't say anything Castiel pointed to the duffel slung over his shoulder and asked again, “Are you a dancer at this studio?”
“No, no I don't go here.”
It was Castiel's turn to be confused now, not to mention slightly scared. He was, after all, in a studio in the middle of the night, alone, now faced with a random stranger who apparently had no reason for being there in the first place. “Then… how did you get in here?” He asked as he started taking slow steps back, trying to get to his phone, “And why are you in here?”
“No, no!'' Dean realized what was happening, what Castiel was thinking, and held his hands up in a gesture of innocence. “It's not what you think! I’m not some creepy weirdo, I promise.”
“If you don't dance at this studio then why are you here and how did you get in?” He asked with a little more force this time.
Dean just sighed and figured since he had finally been caught, and now he’d have to go back to square one of not having a practice area, he might as well just tell the truth. He’d had a good run, but obviously it wasn't meant to be. “Look, I don't… I don't take lessons here, I've actually never taken lessons anywhere, but I love ballet.'' Castiel just stood and watched him with an unchanged expression, so Dean continued, “When I was younger, my mom convinced my sports loving, man's man of a dad to take my family to The Nutcracker Ballet when it rolled through town. I was really young but I remember it so well, and ever since I've been fascinated by it. But with my dad being the way he was, being a man of sports himself, I didn't really have a choice and he put me into every sports team he could find. I played lacrosse, hockey, baseball, soccer, basketball, rugby, you name it I've played it, and it got to a point where I felt that if I told my dad I hated sports and wanted to be a ballerina instead, he would have hated me. So I played all the sports he wanted me to play so that I wouldn’t disappoint him, and I decided to just secretly teach myself as much ballet as I could with the resources I could find online.
And so, when I found out a buddy of mine was the night janitor here, I made a deal with him. He lets me in after hours when everyone has left for the night so I can use a room upstairs to practice, and I give him something in return. I only do it because if anyone found out that I was in love with ballet, I would be the laughing stock of the town and my family. My dad would have been furious, and I don't even know what my mom and brother would say. Not to mention the fact that I would never be able to afford to take lessons or rent a studio here, not as a mechanic anyways. But this, sneaking in, was the one way I could still dance and keep everyone around me happy, so I could do what I love in peace.”
When Dean finished he took a deep breath and waited for Castiel's inevitable explosion. It was only natural that he would explode, afterall Dean was taking advantage of Garth's position, using the facility for free, and was now interfering with the practice time of a member of the state ballet. But instead, all he did was nod. He didn't say anything, didn't even really look at Dean, just nodded. Which in Dean's mind was worse than having him yell at him.
After a few more agonizing minutes of silence between them, he took a few cautious steps forwards and practically begged, “Please don't tell anyone about this. I don't care about myself, but I don't want to get Garth in trouble. The whole thing was my hair brained scheme, I don't want him to lose his job over me. And after tonight I promise you'll never see me again. I’m so sorry for disturbing you.”
He turned to leave, and this time he made it almost out the door before he was stopped again by Castiel. “Why will I never see you again?”
He slowly turned back, brows furrowed, “I just assumed that you'd tell the owner about me. I mean, I am using the studio for free, which I know I shouldn't be, but-”
“I'm not going to tell anyone.'' Dean opened his mouth to ask why, why he wouldn't tell the owner about what he had been doing, but nothing came out. Instead Castiel continued and answered the unasked question himself, “I would never step in the way of someone trying to hold onto their passion.”
“Really?!”
Castiel nodded and took a few steps towards Dean who was still stunned, “I know that ballet is not exactly seen as manly, but you shouldn't be ashamed of letting people know it's a passion of yours. Though I understand having a father that would frown upon the decision.”
“Yeah, it's… it's not easy getting over the fear of how people will look at me differently when they find out, and…” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “My dad, he made me out to be just like him, rough, tough, manly, and sports driven. So it's the only way people have ever seen me. If people knew I loved ballet, that I danced around in tights to music played by an orchestra, it would change my entire life.”
“It doesn't sound like your father is still in the picture, unless that's too personal an inquiry. If so, please feel free to ignore it.”
“No, it's okay,” he shook his head with a sad smile, “he actually passed away about four years ago. And even though he's been gone for that long, it's still hard to try and get past that fear he built into me, that if I was seen doing anything even remotely feminine he would be disappointed in me. It's so hard pressed into my brain that I should be ashamed of what I'm doing here. That's why I sneak out of my house at midnight after my mom and brother are sleeping, and I always make sure I'm home before they wake up. I'm terrified of what they would say if they found out, of how they would treat me, and it's all because of my dad's perceptions. It's… It's hard to get past.”
Cas nodded and reached out to place a gentle hand on Dean's shoulder in support, “You're right, it is very hard to get over something like that, but perhaps in time you will be able to let the world see the real you.”
“That would be nice, I hate sneaking around, I hate hiding something that I'm so passionate about,” he looked up at Cas, “to finally be free to be myself.”
“It's a great feeling, it truly is,” he then, much to Dean’s disappointment, moved his hand from Dean’s shoulder to hold it out in front of him, “I’m Castiel Novak, by the way”
“I know,” Dean smiled as he took Castiel's hand and shook it, “Garth told me your name, and that you're a part of the Kansas State Ballet. You're playing the Nutcracker Prince in this year's performance.”
“That's right,” Cas returned his beaming smile, clearly proud of his position in the ballet, “I have waited my entire career to play this part and I cannot wait to finally be on stage as the Nutcracker Prince.”
“I bet! And my name's Dean Winchester. Actually…” He rubbed a hand against the back of his neck and blushed slightly as he confessed, “I've been trying to teach myself The Nutcracker this year. I've been practicing the moves for months now, and I'm almost through getting the steps down for most of the ballet. As best I can, that is, I actually have no formal training.”
“That is actually very impressive, Dean! Ballet is not an easy thing to learn, and teaching yourself is quite a feat.”
Dean blushed even harder at Castiel's words, “It definitely was not easy. But I've been working at secretly teaching myself ballet for over ten years now, and-” He was cut short by his watch chiming and startling the both of them. He looked down at the time and panicked when he realized that he had been talking to Cas for almost half an hour, and it was now almost four in the morning. Sam would be getting up soon for work and he did not want to explain to his brother why his car wasn't in the driveway when he left for work. “Crap I gotta go! I have to get home before my early-bird-gets-the-worm brother wakes up and realizes I'm not in the house. But it was nice to meet you Cas, and thanks for not ratting me out.”
“Perhaps I'll see you again, at least I hope that I will,” and he couldn't help it if he blushed a bit too, then added, “and next time feel free to come in and watch rather than standing by the door like a creeper.”
Just before Dean was fully out the door, he turned back to smile at Cas one more time and said,“I'll take you up on that offer, good night, Cas!” And sent a wink at the still blushing Cas and then turned and ran out of the studio.
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After meeting Cas the week before, Dean would make sure that at the end of every one of his practice sessions, he left enough time to sneak downstairs and spend half an hour watching Cas practice. But on his way into the studio tonight, he snuck a peek down the hallway and noticed that Cas’s usual practice room was dark, door closed. He was disappointed that Cas wouldn't be there tonight, but he tried to shrug it off and use his practice to try and keep his mind off of the blue eyed dancer.
He was about halfway through his practice of act two scene eleven, when clapping from behind him startled him out of his trance and he turned towards the door. Though he turned a little too fast, and what were seconds ago graceful and coordinated movements, had Dean tripping across the dance floor and nearly landing him on his ass.
Cas’s deep gravely laugh sent shivers through his spine as he caught his footing and walked closer to Cas. “Hey, Cas!”
“Hello, Dean,” he answered as he too started walking further into the room.
“Wasn't it you who told me not to stand in the door and watch like a creeper?”
Cas laughed along with Dean and shifted off the doorframe to stand properly, now face to face with him, "That was very impressive, especially for someone with no formal training at all."
"Thanks," he beamed with pride at the compliment. Afterall, if an amazing and well known dancer such as Castiel Novak was saying he was impressive, then he must be doing something right.
"And I see you have chosen to teach yourself the role of Clara."
He blushed a little and turned away, rubbing the back of his neck, “She was always my favourite. She's kind of like the underdog, you know. She gets pulled into this crazy world and in the end she ends up coming out on top and winning the love of her prince charming.
“She is an amazing character," he nodded and agreed, "and very inspiring."
"Yeah, she is. And she gets her prince in the end, which is nice too," he smiled to himself for a moment then looked back up to Cas, “I thought maybe you ditched practice today, didn't see you in room two when I got here.”
"We started on stage rehearsals in the town theater today, and we ended up being there longer than I expected today, so I was a little late," he looked up and smirked at Dean, "sorry for worrying you."
Dean just smirked back and shuffled his feet slightly, then asked, "So, was it really good? My dancing?"
"It was, I was very impressed at your progress." Dean smiled, proud of himself, and also blushed a little at Castiel's praises. "Though you do need a little work on some of your lines."
Cas then pushed off the wall, smirk still plastered on his face, and wiggled his finger at a now mezmorized Dean as he walked to the front of the studio. Dean, followed him mindlessly and stood front and center as Cas changed the music on Dean's phone, then came back to stand beside him as the music started.
The song that played was the song for the first time Clara and the Nutcracker dance, after she sneaks out of bed and goes to check on her beloved Nutcracker. Dean's stomach dropped a little as Cas came to stand behind him, his nerves tingling at their ends, butterflies violently attacking his stomach at just how close Cas was to him.
The music started to play and Dean instantly got into position, though still very aware of Cas's closeness, especially when his breath hit his ear as he spoke, "Go through the steps, I'll show you where to extend as we go through the motions together."
Dean nodded and gracefully stepped into the first few steps of the dance. He knew Cas was watching him intently, he could see his eyes on him when he turned, could almost feel the lust pouring off of the man as he continued the dance. But as the music poured over him, he put himself fully into the role of Clara, closing his eyes and letting her completely take over his body. Then Cas's hands were on him, slowly roaming softly over his body as they danced.
Cas's hand came to rest on Dean's waist from behind, and the other ran down his left arm as he lifted it up. He was now leaning back into Cas as they moved together as one, and he was sure Cas could feel the shivers vibrating through his body as Cas whispered against his neck, “Extend more, push the movements straight out through your arms, feel it at your fingertips."
Dean did as he said, eyes closed and tried to focus on his breathing, the movements of the dance, on Cas's hands still roaming his body as he continued the dance pressed tightly against Dean. His whispered praises against his neck had Dean in pure bliss, the hot breath against his skin as he whispered, "Good, Dean, very good. Keep going."
And he did. They performed the entire dance together and Dean had never in his life felt so connected to anyone, so open and vulnerable yet so free to be completely and wholly himself. And before he knew it the night had passed. Hours had flown by in a flurry of roaming hands, hot mingled breaths, lips brushing skin, noses touching…
An alarm broke the moment, ripping Dean out of his dazed euphoria and back to his unfortunate reality. He gasped and pushed himself away from a confused Cas and ran to his phone. His eyes went wide as he realized it was already after three in the morning. Sam was going to be getting up for work soon, and he still had to drive home and sneak into the house without Sam noticing. But he had been so caught up in himself and Castiel that he didn't even realize they had been dancing for so long.
"Dean…" Cas stepped towards where Dean was tossing his things in his duffel, "Everything ok? Was… was it me? Did I do something wrong?"
"No, no! Absolutely not!” He quickly reassured him while still tossing things in his duffel, “I’m sorry, Cas, I have to get home before my family wakes up!"
And before Cas could say another word, he was watching Dean run out of the studio.
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A/N: So this started out as just a short Christmas fic, and then it got a little carried away XD And it has since turned into a three chapter fic. And if you would like to be tagged for the next two chapter postings, or know anyone else who might be interested, let me know! Enjoy <3
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HoneyBird pt.3.
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Synopsis: George and Y/N take their sex game to the next level.
Word Count: 4,570
A/N: I’m sorry this took so damn long, please forgive me! It’s pure smut, pure sin, and god I hope you like it,
“Feel okay?” George looked over to me from where he was sitting on his stool, he was filling a tray with everything he’d need for today, I nodded my head, leaning my head back and taking a calming breath, “You look beautiful.”
“You’re just saying that because I’m naked,” My back arched off the cool leather of the chair as I tried to calm my nerves.
“No, I’m saying it because you really do look beautiful,” George stood up and pushed the trolly with the tray so it was beside the chair, “You always look beautiful,” He smiled as he sat down beside me. “You sure you want this?” His hand ran over my left breast, the nipple pebbling under his touch. “I don’t want you to do it just because I said I’d be hot during sex,” I smiled at George, my hand reaching out to cup his cheek as his fingers squeezed my nipple.
“Fuck yes,”
“Such a good girl,” He smiled down at me before leaning down, his lips wrapped around the nipple as he began to suck on it. He looked up at me through his eyelashes as his teeth nipped at the flesh. “Going to look so pretty,” He pulled away, His lips ran up the skin of my chest, dragging deliciously across. “Anything you want before we get started?” He whispered against my lips as he levelled out with me, his lips touching mine softly. Slowly but surely this man was planning to drive me insane.
“Shirt,” I whined hand gripping the soft material and tugging it down, “Like it when you’re shirtless,” George smirked, pulling the shirt quickly from his body, “Better,” I smiled, my fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling his face back down to meet mine, “I’m ready,” I whispered against his lips.
“Okay,” He pulled away and moved his stool over, “Want me to talk you through it?” I shook my head ‘no’ wanting it to just be done with. “Okay,” I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing, hearing George’s even breaths and the tinking of metal against metal as he picked things off the tray. “You’ll likely feel like your nipple is being pinched or bitten very hard.” George whispered as a cool metal touched my nipple, “Remember the other day when we were at that restaurant, and I had to be quiet?” I nodded my head, “Remember how I used your beautiful, fucking tits to keep me quiet? It’ll be like that,”
“Okay,” I whispered.
“I want you to take several deep breaths and relax your body to help you manage the pain.” I nodded and focused on my breathing, I had a sharp intake as I felt George insert something through my skin, it wasn’t overly painful, uncomfortable yes, but not the worst pain I’d felt. “Another deep breath,” He spoke calmly, I didn’t respond, just took the deep breaths as I felt him pull something. “Done,” He whispered. I peaked my left eye open, watching George look down fascinated,
“How does it look?”
“Fucking perfect,” His finger ran softly around the swell of my breast. “Knew it would,” He ran a hand towards the other nipple, teasing it. “Ready for the next?”
“Yes,” I whispered, eyes closing again as George began to move again.
“Does it hurt?” He asked as his fingers worked carefully, “I’m sorry if it does,”
“Not too bad.”
“Remember what I said, how perfect they’d look?” I nodded my head as he held the clamp tightly on my nipple. “Can’t wait for them to be covered in my cum,” I moaned as I pictured it as George pushed the needle through my flesh. “Look so hot, HoneyBird.” He whispered as he finished the piercing. “Do you need a break?” George asked as he cleaned up around my nipples.
“Just want to have a look,” George nodded, helping me stand. He led me by the hips to the large mirror by his work station. I looked at the reflection, the new shine from my nipples unmissable.
“What do you think?” I turned left, then right eyes not moving from my breasts.
“I love them,” I turned, and stood up on my tippy toes, kissing his lips. “Thank you,” His head moved against mine.
“No, thank you. Letting me pierce these, beautiful.” He smiled. “Do you want a drink before we start?”
“No, want you to keep going,”
“Okay,” He grabbed my hand and brought me back to the bed. Helping me lay back down before he moved down my body, pulling stirrups up from the bench, and laying my legs in it. He looked down at my body lip pulling between his teeth, “Fucking beautiful,” He whispered,
“So you tell me every day,” He moved the seat so he was down in between my legs,
“And I plan to for a long time,” He chuckled, pulling his table closer to him for easier access. “My favourite place to sit,” He looked up at me, sending me a dirty wink.
“You know where mine is?” His eyebrow raised, “Your cock,”
“Don’t tease me HoneyBird, or you won’t be getting another piercing, you’ll be getting fucked.”
“I wouldn’t hate that,” He shook his head laughing as he picked up the felt sharpie. No going back now, I looked down at George marked a spot on me.
“So we’re doing the clitoral hood piercing, it’s the most common one,”
“Okay,” I smiled watching him again. “You look hot when you’re concentrating,”
“Well, I have to concentrate, you’re my most important client." He began to work again, I closed my eyes and took deep breaths, trying to keep myself calm.
“Two too six weeks is going to be a long time,” I whimpered as George’s fingers began to fiddle with me, I knew it was all part of the process but I couldn’t help but focus on how similar it feels to George touching me during sex. “Such a long time,”
“But we have other things to entertain us, if you’re still up for it, HoneyBird,”
“I am,” Little did George know I’d been preparing myself for the first time we tried anal, I’d read up on the subject and knew I needed to be stretched because George by no way was a small boy and I had to make sure I could handle it. I felt the forceps on my skin, and my clit being pulled out, my heart pounded quicker and swelled against my ribs.
“Deep breath,” Just think about how good this will feel next time George can fuck you. George shuffled quickly before he pushed the needle in, up and through my clitoral hood.
“Oh fuck me,” I screamed, unable to contain my emotions. It burnt, It stung and my intestines were churning in my stomach.
“Nearly done,” I whimpered as George’s hands left, the needle stuck up through my flesh. After he drew the needle out, the pain vanished. The dull ache was there, and the pain returned momentarily as he fed the bent bar through the hole, screwing the ball onto to secure it. “You’re done,” He pushed away, seat rolling across the smooth floor. “Stay still for a little, while you recover.”
“How does it look?”
“Perfect, just like I pictured.”
“Do you want to take one?” George looked up, stunned.
"You want me too?” I shrugged, hands fiddling against the leather,
“If you want too?”
“Yeah,” George fumbled, “Fuck yeah, I do.” He reached for his nearby phone, lowering himself to the ground,” I let my head fall back, legs opening wider so George could get what he wanted, “You’re dripping,”
“Your just noticing?” I heard George chuckle before going quiet again. “Can’t wait for it to heal,” I muttered looking up at the ceiling, “Two weeks is going to be a long time,”
“It’ll be over before you know it HoneyBird,”
“I’m going from having sex every night to not being able to have sex, or masturbate for at least TWO weeks.”
“Don’t worry,” I looked down to George as he stood up, his body crawling over mine, careful of my sensitive areas, “If anything the wait, will make it even better.” I grabbed his face and kissed his cheeks lovingly. “We better get you dressed, Clara will be walking in any minute, and I don’t want her seeing this.” He waved his free hand over my body, “She already wants to fuck you…”
“You don’t think that’d be hot?” I whispered hotly against his lips. “Seeing your roommate go down on me?” I smirked as George let out a loud groan, “Seeing her kissing my pussy, the place you love to be?” I licked his bottom lip, “I’ve never gone down on a girl before, maybe you can watch as she teaches me?”
“Fuck,”
“You do always say I have a naughty little tongue, I wonder if she’d think the same?”
“Maybe it’s something we can discuss,” I nodded my head, “After, you’re healed.”
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And we did discuss it, while my new piercings healed, and until we decided I was ready to try anal, George and I discussed it frequently every time George and I got frisky we discussed a threesome, it was always a build-up to me blowing him, asking him how much he now wanted to see a girl going down on me, licking me out and tasting me while he watches from the corner, ordering us both around…
Today instead of it ending with the usual blow job it was how we ended up here, my ass in the air with George behind me.
“You think she’d eat your ass out?” George whispered as he kissed my cheeks. Swallowing back any residual nerves, George started by rolling his thumbs over the shape of my bum cheeks, all the way down to where they connected to my thigh. “Fucking love that, watching my girl go crazy as another girl eats her out, pussy and ass… Knowing all she wanted was my cock in here,” My body tensed, hissing when I felt George’s finger tickle my hole. I heard the cap of the plastic bottle of body oil unclip, and felt some squirt onto my ass hole.
“Shit…”
“Okay?” He checked, keeping his thumb still, the sweet pleasure of the pad of his thumb pressing ever so slightly was making my head spin.
“Keep going,” I pleaded, his breath catching as the tip of his thumb pushing me even further apart, readying itself for him. “Please.” This felt different to when I was preparing myself for him, different to how it felt when it was just me, without George… It was nice alone, but now I was with George I knew I liked it and wanted more of it.
“It’s gonna hurt at first, alright, HoneyBird? If it gets to be too much, just tell me,” George kissed the swell of my ass, his thumb keeping up its work.
“Ohhhh…!” I moaned lowly and loudly this time, just as I felt the tip of his tongue touch my rim. Everything below my bellybutton clenched reflexively, my stomach tight and burning from the zap of pleasure. My pussy was dripping, and I knew if I felt the bed there would be a wet patch.
“Relax, baby,” He cooed, kissing over my ass cheek softly, “It’s just me.” I nodded, this was George… I was safe. My heartbeat thumped in my ears as I waited for George to make his next move, I felt his breath tickling the delicate skin again, his tongue swiping the length between my cheeks. I gripped a nearby pillow tightly, another moan passing my lips, goosebumps prickling on my skin. He repeated the action a second, third, time. Each swipe of his tongue making me breath harder, and harder. “Good?” He checked. I could only make a moan in response, incoherently nodding into the mattress. “Okay,” He whispered, his lips moving against my cheek. He kissed over the rim again, catching the tip of his tongue over it, dragging his lips over the skin and mouthing softly.
“Oh…God!” He was kissing places I’d never been kissed. While my body was adjusting to the new forms of pleasure, my brain was scolding me for never trying this out before. I moved my hips backwards, towards George, desperate for more. Instead of giving me more, he pulled away.
“I’m going to try with my fingers now, okay HoneyBird?” I nodded head falling into my arms. When the first finger leisurely presses into me, I didn’t tense up, I’d used one on myself before, and having someone else stretching me felt better than when I did it. “Fuck, your perfect.” He whispered as he pushed a finger in and out, “Stretching so well for me… Can you take another?” I nodded my head, needing more.
“Yes, George,” I whimpered, I looked over my shoulder, biting on my lips watching him concentrate on moving his fingers in and out of me. “I’ve been practising.” George stopped his movements, looking up at me.
“You mean…”
“At home, alone… all bent up and horny, without you…”
“How many did you get too?”
“Three…” George hissed as he pulled out his finger, adding another two beside it.
“Then let’s start there,” I let out a gasp. Nothing had ever felt like this before. So full and stretched, I knew George was fucking loving it and was nearly ready to explode at the prospect of being inside me. He pushed in a bit farther. I closed my eyes, experiencing a whole new feeling of fullness in a whole new place. George pulled back, allowing some more of the oil to seep in. Then he pushed in a little more, a little deeper. He pulled back, then deeper in. Then he stopped. “I got you a present HoneyBird,”
“Can’t this wait till after?”
“No.” George left the bed, coming back a moment later. “See I knew you’d been practising, Sierra told me.” Fucking Sierra, “When she told me all I could think about how that wasn’t fair, you touching yourself without me there so… I brought you a present.” I heard paper rip and George began to speak again. “The Tano 2, it’s a powerful anal vibe that’s been designed for ease of use,” He whispered hotly. I felt the toy press against my ass. “Perfect for beginners.” I whimpered as he pushed it inside, it was bigger than his three fingers, bigger than mine but it went in easily enough. It stretched me, made me feel full, and now I was even more determined to have George inside of me. “We’re going to have a little shoot,” I could hear the smirk in George’s voice as he spoke.
“What do you mean?” He pulled me up, the vibe moving inside of me. His hands lay flat against my stomach as his fingers twirled with the vibe inside me.
“Remember you can say no,” He whispered as the vibe turned on, the pleasure instantaneous. “Clara, she’s got a client of hers, needs some new artwork for his tattoo parlour, and he wanted some tasteful girl on girl…”
“George,”
“She asked if you’d be willing to mimic having sex with her, while I took some photos…” He spun me around so I was facing him. “You have a costume, got a face mask and everything…”
“Okay,”
“Really?” I nodded my head,
“I trust you George, but as soon as this shoot is over, you’re coming back in here, and fucking me.” My hand gripped his dick through his pants. “Hard,”
“Yes, ma’am.” He smirked. “Let me get your costume.” He rushed to the door pulling it open. “She said yes Clara, do you have the costume?”
“Yeah,” I stood trying to cover myself as Clara walked towards George’s bedroom. She stopped when she saw me, “Wow,” I tried to cover myself, only to have George come over and hold my arms so Clara could see me clearly.
“Right, fucking beautiful isn’t she.” Clara nodded and walked into the bedroom, looking over me eyes zeroing in on my tits.
“Sure you’re okay with this?”
“I trust George,” Clara handed me a bag, smiling as I lent down to put it on the bed. I dumped the contents on the bed.
“Nice tail,”
“What?” I stood up and looked at George who looked guilty, He shrugged his shoulders, touching my cheek. For the first time, I felt the soft fluff touch my skin. “A fucking bunny?”
“Fitting, since you two do fuck like rabbits.” Clara chuckled shoving George softly. “Get her dressed, I’ll go set up the parlour.” Clara left, her own bunny tail wagging off the lingerie set she was wearing. I looked back to the bed examing what was on it, a pair of bunny ears, covered in lace and a veil covering down to my nose.
“Good thing I wore makeup over tonight,” George chuckled picking the mask up and sitting it on my head, “How do I look,” I pouted my lips dramatically,
“Fucking…” He shook his head. “Sex on legs,” I smiled turning back to the pile, picking up the scraps of lace, shaking my head I turned to George and held them out to him.
“Why do I have the feeling you are responsible for these?” He hung his head, smirking as he picked up the fabric from my hands.
“Knew how good you’d look in them.” He grabbed the bra from me and began to help me put it on, adjusting how it sat until he deemed it perfect, next was the underwear. Sliding down to the floor George held the material, ready for me to step into, once I’d repositioned my feet he pulled it up my body, towards my pussy. “Perfect,” He admired the material from below. “Can even see your pretty piercing,”
“They’re crutchless!” I gasped feeling George’s finger touch my lips, “Oh god,” I whimpered as he stood up.
“C’mon, let’s go get this done so I can fuck you,” George grabbed my hand and pulled me down the stairs, stopping me in front of Clara who looked me up and down.
“Delicious,” She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the very bench George had sat me in under a week ago to pierce me. “Thanks for doing this, by the way, my clients really picky but I know he’ll like these.”
“It’s fine, I trust George, and he trusts you so why not… You only live once right.”
“Exactly,” She pushed my shoulder gently down so I was sitting on the bench, “Perfect,”
“Alright HoneyBird, I want you to bring your hands to your tits, hold them be careful though they might still hurt,” I did what George asked me to looking at the camera, “Don’t freak out okay, Clara between her legs.”
And that’s how it went, Clara between my legs her breath hitting my dripping pussy, I knew she could see it because she looked up at me with a twinkle in her eyes one too many times for it not to be the reason, and when George told her to put her lips on my thighs, she chose the part closest to my pussy where I knew for a fact some of my juices had dripped down too.
“Looking beautiful,” George whispered behind the camera as he had me sitting on Clara’s lap, my bunny tail in full view of the camera,
“George told me,” Clara whispered against my neck, “About the fantasy, you two have,” I looked down at her lips parted. George had spoken to her about our idea, “And I want you to know when those piercings are all healed, I’m there,” A smirk flew onto her lips, “I’m happy to teach you how to eat pussy,”
“Think we’re good C,” George chimed I turned to look at him, he was looking at the small screen on the camera, unaware of our conversation, “There’s got to be at least five here he’ll like,” George placed the camera on the table and walked over to the chair, helping me up. “Now if you’ll excuse me, we have some business to attend too.” George grabbed my hand and dragged me back up the stairs and to his room. Once in, he wasted no time undoing the intricate ties of the lingerie he’d picked out for me, practically tearing it off my body leaving me naked in seconds.
“The door,” I whimpered as his hands played with my nipples gently, examining his work.
“Don’t care,” He was so far gone and he didn’t care if Clara walked into the living room and caught us, watched us as George ruined me, to be honest, I didn’t care either. I ran my hand down his body into his low hung jeans, “She’d want to watch,”
“Want it.”
“Tell me, are you wet, HoneyBird?” He guided my hand down my belly to rest on my pussy, fingers just dipping in over the piercing, over his piercing.
“Mmhmm,” I purred, body jolting as I touched my clit for the first time since it’s modification.
“Fuck,” He groaned. “Think I can slide right into that pretty ass of yours?” I couldn’t reply, my head was spinning with all the sensations.
“Need it,”
“Need me to what?”
“Fuck me,” I demand,
“Where?” His whisper was biting, a sneer over his lips as his control waned thin. “Say it, HoneyBird.”
“Please, G,” My voice was nothing more than a breath, weakened with my need for him. “Fuck my ass.” That was it George spun me and pushed me back down on the bed, playing with the plug he’d inserted earlier.
“Look up.” He whispered, pulling my head up by my hair, forcing me to watch in the mirror as he pulled the toy out of me. “Think your ready for me,” He grunted smacking my cheek.
“Please,” I groaned as he gave the tip of his cock a few passing slips between my cheeks, further preparing the area, and then assumed his position. Hard tip ready against my tightness, he leaned closer to me and pressing his lips to my ear.
“Breathe,” He whispered. I inhaled as his cock pressed forward stretching me. It burned as his cock opened me up, but the fullness was exquisite and made my eyes roll with pleasure. “How you feeling?” George asked, his voice pinched as he adjusted to the feeling of my ass choking his cock.
“Full,” I whimpered. “So full,”
“My cock fills you up nice, dunnit? Your bum so tight around me, perfect.” I watched him in the mirror as he looked down at where our bodies connected.
“So full, but so empty,” I panted. My pussy was achingly empty, the need to be filled only growing as I watched George.
“Yeah? Would you like another cock to fill your cunt?” I was only able to conjure a whimper in response. “My filthy, filthy girl,” He chuckled. “We could do that. Get Clara to use a strap on while I take your ass.”
“Really?” I squeaked as George began slowly thrust his cock between your cheeks. “Wouldn’t get jealous?”
“No,” He answered seriously, all movement ceasing. “I’ve laid my claim on your cunt. No matter who fucks you, it’ll always crave me.”
“I know,” I whimpered, carefully George reached under and swiped my clit with his fingers, careful of the ring. His fingers danced around my folds and played at my entrance.
“But this?” He smacked my ass with his free hand. “No one can have this. This is mine,” He said through gritted teeth with a forceful thrust into my ass. “Tell me,”
“It’s yours.” With each thrust, the friction increased.
“How’ve we not done this sooner?” He wondered allowed, marvelling at the way your ass pulled him in deeper and cheeks bounced with every thrust.
“Ass-fucking or fucking in front of your roommate?” I panted, noticing Clara in the reflection of the mirror watching us, her hand rubbing over her tits.
“Fucking both,” He grunted as he rutted against me again and again. His eyes watching Clara in the mirror. “She wants you,”
“Maybe I want her too.” The pressure was leading to an unbelievably strong culmination at the base of my spine, almost as if my orgasm was building up backwards. “Oh god.” A low whine was all I was capable of as my body tensed in preparation of orgasm.
“Oh! Oh, HoneyBird,” George yelped in surprise; if he thought my ass was choking his cock before, it was positively smothering him now, “C’mon, HoneyBird,” He purred as he thrust in a steady rhythm. “Get there for me, yeah? Know your close…” I followed orders, finding and indulging my clit in the stimulation it needed. My free hand tugged gently on my nipple, while my bottom lip was secure beneath my top lip. It was a struggle, but I fought to keep my eyes open and watch George.
“So hot,” I groaned. It felt sinful watching the way his stomach muscles tightened with each push into me, his arms flexing around the hold he had on my spread legs. His lip was curling up in a sneer, his own lids heavy with exhaustive pleasure.“It’s hap–I’m gon–I can’–” I panted as an overwhelming feeling of numbness overcame my entire body before I was completely submerged in a wave of sensation. My back arched up off in response, my limbs overpowered by the tremors that rocked in waves from my fingertips toward my belly button. Moans and groans were caught in my throat, choking around a desperate need to catch my breath and an aching desire to scream George’s name for the whole world to hear. Lost in the delirium post-orgasmic bliss, I almost didn’t feel George grip my hits tighter.
“Oh fuck!” He groaned, his body thrusting into mine tensely.
“Filling me?”
“Yeah, HoneyBird,” He groaned, his body spasming. “You okay?” I nodded, he gently moved back, looking down to examine how he’d ruined me. “Bloody fantastic,” George whimpered, “It’s starting to drip out,” His finger played with the sensitive hole. “Gonna take a photo of this next time.”
“Get the plug,” I pleaded, needing him to stay inside me.
“Really?”
“Wanna keep it in me, please... Sir.” George’s demeanour changed, his eyes darkened as he grabbed the nearby forgotten toy.
“Want it in you? Keep you filled for the rest of the night?” I nodded my head as he picked up the toy. “Gonna take you out to dinner HoneyBird, and it’s going to be inside you, filling you.” He pushed it inside of me again. “Keeping me inside of you all night, then if you’re a good girl when we get home I’ll fuck you again.”
“Please sir,” I whimpered. “I’ll be good.”
“How does it feel?”
“Amazing,”
“Doesn’t hurt?”
“A little, nothing too bad,”
“You did so well HoneyBird,” He lay beside me, his hands going to my hair. “So well, I’m proud of you.”
“Did you like using the toy on me?”
“I did, you looked so hot with your little bunny tail.”
“Maybe we can go buy some more?”
“It depends,”
“On what?”
“If you’re a good girl at dinner, and don’t fuss too much.” He tapped my ass gently, “Maybe Clara can come with us.”
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Can you do a jealous!Marlene Blackinnon smut? Where Sirius teaches at a Muggle school and one day, Mar decides to supreme him, only to find a fellow colleague all over him and then smut? Also, Marlene and Sirius are already dating. If yes, then thank you sooooo much but if you are not comfortable then it's okay. P.S. Hope you are better now! XOXO!
Thank you thank you! And I like this idea a lot~ I hope I can do it justice! Also I apologize for my really bad habit of never re-reading or editing my work lately!
It was nearing their two year anniversary, as Marlene’s friends kept reminding her. They were not usually the couple for fancy dates and anniversaries and stuff like that. They were quite content with just throwing some insults at each other and finishing their day with sex, or starting it with sex. The point was, they had their relationship exactly how they liked it. It may not be traditional but they were happy. And neither were the most comfortable with bearing their feelings. But, after Lily had reminded Marlene for the 7th time in 3 days, she finally decided at the very least she could surprise him at his work. They didn’t do anything for their first anniversary but maybe she could at least show up with some food for him and see what he liked so much about teaching at a muggle school. She hadn’t even seen the place yet so it wasn’t an entirely bad idea.
She waited until it was nearly lunch hour at the school, grabbed some of their favourite cinnamon buns from a nearby bakery and contemplated bringing some wine but realized that was probably frowned upon. So instead she just grabbed a sparkling soda and made her way to her boyfriends work. She misjudged the time a little, it appeared the lunch break had already started and she had to wander around the school hallways to find him. Eventually someone pointed her in the direction of a staff room and she went there, poking her head in. An older lady smiled and greeted her, but informed her that he had just went to a colleagues classroom to help her with something. Getting more frustrated, she stormed off to where she said that they would be. This is what she got for being thoughtful, had to walk around school hallways for 20 minutes, at this rate by the time she found him, class would resume.
At last she recognized Sirius’ voice, and waked up to the room, she was about to announce herself and push open the door when she heard a very flirtatious giggle from what sounded like a much younger woman than the nice lady who told her where to find her boyfriend. Marlene’s eyes immediately narrowed as she peaked through the tiny opening and watched a young brunette, laugh at some stupid joke and run her hand down Sirius’ arm. She was waiting for her boyfriend to walk away but he didn’t, he smiled at her and leaned back on her desk as they continued talking. When the woman tossed her hair back and told Sirius how nice his arms where, Marlene felt her face flush bright red and she kicked the door open, glaring at the pair of them.
Sirius turned when he heard the noise, his face light up, “Marls! What’re you doing here?” He sounded genuinely happy to see her, as if he wasn’t just about to cheat on her with a school teacher who honestly looked more like a pornstar in Marlene’s eyes right now.
Of course, the female teacher frowned, “Marls? Who is she?” She asked Sirius.
Marlene’s eyebrows raised and Sirius immediately stood up and held his hands up in surrender, “Marlene, I promise I talk about you all the time, Right Clara?” He turned to his coworker hopefully.
Trouble brewed behind Clara’s eyes and she supressed a smirk, “Sorry no, Sirius. I’ve never heard her name in my life. Is she your aunt or something?”
This set Marlene off, “OKAY MISS SLUTTY PORN BITCH, YOU BACK AWAY FROM MY BOYFRIEND THIS INSTANT!”
Sirius shut his eyes and covered a chuckle with a laugh, “Hey, darling? This is a school you really can’t-”
“I wasn’t the one about to fuck a horny school teacher so don’t you dare tell me what I can or can’t do!”
Clara’s mouth dropped, “I cannot see what you see in this woman.”
“YOU, SHUT UP!” Shouted Marlene, “With your waving your stupid hair around and touching his arms and your general being a whore attitude.”
Sirius finally walked over to Marlene, put his hand on his shoulder and kissed her cheek, “Darling, there was no fucking to be had, she needed help moving her classroom around and I agreed.”
Marlene was still glaring at the woman though. Clara smiled, “Sorry I thought you were his aunt, I just can’t picture you two as a couple and he never said anything about a girlfriend.”
Sirius had to hold Marlene back, “Clara, please don’t do this. She isn’t well known for her patience and calmness.” He kissed Marlene’s head lovingly, “She knows I have a girlfriend, and if we don’t look like a couple it’s only because you’re way too hot for me,” he tried, it worked, she stopped fighting him to get at the girl but still was not happy.
Luckily the same older lady walked by, her brows were furrowed, “Is everything okay in here? A student said he heard some shouting!”
Sirius nodded, running a hand through his girlfriends hair, “Sorry Mrs Gaglardi, just a misunderstanding.”
Mrs Gagladrdi sighed, “Again Clara?” Marlene chucked. “I do apologize, she seems to not hear when people talk about their relationships, but it is nice to meet you Marlene, I have heard so much about you from Sirius. He really is smitten with you. Even has some pictures of you two up in his classroom, he never even comes to faculty events because he says he wants to spend the time with you. Apparently he hasn’t invited you because you have a temper that he says he finds adorable but most people do not.” She looked around. “Clearly he was right.”
Marlene chewed her lip, “Erm.. yeah,” was all she could manage, Sirius’ hand found the small of her back and began to push her out of the classroom.
“Sorry about the miscommunication I’m just gonna go and take her away now,” he apologized to Mrs Gaglardi and walked away with Marlene. Neither of them spoke until he guided her into his classroom and shut the door, Marlene looked around and noticed that he really did have pictures of them together at his desk.
“So.... That Clara girl seems like a bitch.”
“I really did not know she was trying to come onto me!”
Marlene looked at him.
“Okay I knew, but she always does any extra work I have to do after hours which means I get to come home and see you and I did not think you would ever meet her.”
“Well don’t talk to her again, I don’t like her.”
He laughed, “Whatever you want McKitten. So.. why are you here anyway?”
“Oh,” she held up the paper bag with his lunch in it, “I uh... came to surprise you. You know, anniversary tomorrow and all so, hi?”
He took the bag and placed it on his desk, wrapping his arms around Marlene, “Hi,” he whispered before kissing her, “Never thought you’d be the type.... Lily’s behind this isn’t she?”
Marlene rolled her eyes, “Whatever, I was being thoughtful so, you’re welcome, see you later,” she went to talk away but Sirius grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, pushing her against his desk and kissing her again. Marlene broke off the kiss, “Don’t you have to teach?” As if on queue the bell went off but Sirius kept her exactly where she was, she looked at him questioningly, “I’m not really into snogging in front of a bunch of kids, Sirius.”
“It’s Professor Black while we are in this room, McKinnon,” he smirked, “And my kids are on a field trip for the afternoon, I volunteered to stay behind and finish marking some tests but... it seems something more pressing has come into my office.”
“It’s not an office it’s a classroom,” Marlene retorted.
“Professor.”
“What?”
His hand tangled into her hair, “You forgot to call me Professor, or Sir. Whichever suits you best.” He pulled on her hair and Marlene let out a simple, betraying her cool exterior. “That’s what I thought.” She didn’t have anything else to say, she licked her lips and looked up to him, “And I believe, you should be punished for talking back to me.”
“Okay,” she breathed, he tugged her hair harder and raised his eyebrows. She realized what she had said, “I mean.. Yes, Sir.” Marlene felt his erection stiffen on her thigh, it didn’t take much to turn him on, her lips twitched into a smile and her hand went to play with the outside of his pants, he growled into her ear and began kissing her neck, sloppily, but she knew he couldn’t help himself, he picked her up and plopped her onto the desk, she spread her legs and moved herself back, looking at him, watching him examine her and go between her face and looking at her now very exposed thighs. “Are you going to punish me, Professor? Maybe I could make it up to you?”
His hands went up her skirt and his lips found hers again, hungry and wanting to taste her. She moaned into the kiss, letting his hands ghost over her core, she felt herself getting wet at just the lightest touch, and felt his smirk in their kiss as he could feel her warmth and her need. “I think we can work something out, Miss McKinnon,” he said once he pulled away from her again. This time he took a few steps back, “Take your clothes off.”
She looked at him innocently, “All of them?”
“Now,” Sirius demanded.
She did as she was told, getting off the desk and removing article after article until she was completely naked. Marlene decided to tease him a little, she looked down at herself and ran her fingers over her body, circling her nipples and playing with them between her fingers, “Now what, Professor Black?”
It was clear that Sirius was trying hard to keep up the facade when all he wanted was to fuck her. Marlene squeezed her breasts then let go, letting them jiggle as they fell into place. “Fuck,” Sirius muttered under his breath.
“What was that professor?” She feigned innocence again.
“Good girl,” he cooed, something that instantly made her stomach tighten, and warmth grow through her, God she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. “Now come and take these ridiculous pants off for me.” He gestured to him, she considered denying his request but saw how tight they had become as his member grew harder, desperate for release. She went over to him, slowly got onto her knees and then took her time unbuckling his belt. A low growl emitted from her boyfriends throat, “Do it faster.” She did. In no time at all, his pants and boxers were around his ankles and his cock sprang to life. “You know what to do,” he told her. She licked her lips and pushed him all the way down her throat, nearly choking herself. He moaned, his hands grabbed her hair and pushed himself further into her. This time she did choke, he let up a little but she didn’t let him leave her mouth completely. He tasted divine. Her tongue flicked over his balls and she began bobbing her head, she looked up to him and he was looking down at her, clearly enjoying the sight. But it only lasted a minute, before he pulled her hair until his rock hard cock popped out of her mouth.
“I wasn’t done,” she complained, but he kicked the pants off his ankles and marched her to the desk, throwing her towards it.
“Bend over,” he instructed. Her breasts touched the cold wood of the desk, she wiggled her butt in the air and her hands grasped either side of the desk, while her head turned just enough to see the lust on his face. “Beautiful,” he breathed, his finger teased her clit before slipping inside of her, feeling how wet and ready for him she was. “Perfect.”
Without another thought, he slammed himself deep inside of her. They both moaned loudly at the feeling. Marlene was filled up perfectly by him and her grip on the desk tightened. “Fuck,” she said as he pulled out and slammed into her again.
“What was that?” He asked, pulling out but not reentering this time. “Did you want something Miss McKinnon?”
He was bluffing, she knew he was. He wanted this just as much as she did, but she didn’t care. “Pl- please sir, fuck me. I deserve it for talking back. Fuck me hard and fast.”
He did. His cock rammed into her so hard, the entire desk banged against the wall loudly, it didn’t stop either of them. She whimpered and he did it again. He felt so good inside of her, she needed more, she pushed herself against him and they began moving in perfect rhythm with one another. They were both letting out profanities as she felt warmth through every single one of her limbs. Her fingers gripped the desk so tightly that they were going white, and her hips were surely getting bruised by repeatedly hitting the desk. But none of that mattered as much as the feeling of him inside of her. His fingers found her clit again and began stimulating it and she couldn’t remember how to even breath. A loud shrill voice filled the room that she did not even recognize as her own. She heard his grunt behind her and eventually heard him telling her to cum. Marlene knew it was because he was just as close as she was and he applied more pressure on her clit. An orgasm ripped through her entire body, she screamed out in pleasure and then felt him explode inside of her, filling her with his juice. He pumped into her more slowly a few times, while they both came down from their high. She panted and now could feel his sweaty body collapsing on hers, arms wrapping tightly around her and kissing her back in a million tiny kisses. “I love you,” he told her, still inside of her, not wanting leave the warmth of her body just yet.
She turned, he finally removed himself from her insides and she felt how full she was with his semen, it dripped down her legs, but she didn’t care, “I love you too,” she said, kissing his lips gently. Eventually Sirius leaned down to pass her clothes to her before pulling his own pants back up. Her legs were still shaking from her orgasm as she dressed. “How did- Are you going to get into trouble?” She asked, now having it dawn on her just how loud they were.
What she didn’t expect was his child-like grin and a wink, “Nah I think we are okay.”
“How?”
“James gave me a heads up,” he admitted, “I asked Clara to pretend to hit on me, she’s married, has some kids, not my type at all. Knew it would get you jealous. I already sound-proofed this room before you came and asked Clara to combine our classes for next period because I had an errand to run.”
Her jaw dropped open, “You- you?!”
Stepping closer to her, he ran his thought her hair and down her back, eventually resting it on her ass. He leaned down and kissed her again, “I don’t think you minded that much, Miss McKinnon?”
That, she could not argue with, but she still felt played, “I’ll see you at home, Professor. But you owe me.”
Sirius chuckled, “Oh I’m sure I’ll find a way to make it up to you.
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Finally
Aaron Hotchner X female!reader
Warnings-> Gruesome details, just normal criminal minds stuff
A/N-> had to re-write this and didn't proofread so theirs probably some mistakes
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"Today we're going to oh so sunny Florida! Don't get too hyped about the sunny beaches and girls in bikinis quite yet though. Over the past 2 weeks, 4 women, Sarah Jones, Clara Driver, Naomi travis, and Stefanie Rivera have been found along the coastline."
"Is there any evidence of sexual assault?" Derrick chimes in while looking over the case file on his tablet. Penelope shoots him a sad look the goes back to her tablet.
" I'm afraid not my delicious sea of rich chocolate, they could check because they were found missing their bottom half" Penelope says with a sick look to her face.
"He's killing twice a week and we have no idea when he's going to strike next. Wheels up in 30." Hotch stands up from the table and everyone slowly starts funneling out of the room.
Hotchner makes his way to his office to call for Jessica to watch Jack for a few days when he hears a knock on his door
"Hey hotch are you busy?" Hotch sees Y/N's head peaking into his office
"Hm? Oh, No, please come in. What can I do for you Y/N?"
"Oh it's not much, I just noticed that Jack's birthday is in like a week so I got him something. It's not much but last time I went over he was talking about how he really likes trains so I thought I'd get him one and I'm rambling aren't I?"
"Y/N, that's very sweet of you. I'm sure he'll love it. Thank you." Hotchner takes the gift, chuckling at the nervousness of his colleague and places the gift behind his desk.
"Yeah! No problem, well I'll see you on the jet" Y/N stumbles over to the door before waving goodbye and closing the door.
"Reid i'm just saying, I totally keep letting you win" Y/N sinks into her chair while pulling the blanket over her shoulders. Reid let's out a few sounds of frustration and pulls out a book.
"Y/N did you sleep alright last night?" Morgan asks while walking back into the main cabin with two bottles of water, handing one to JJ
"Hmmm? Oh yeah, no. I slept really late" Y/N groans pulling out a bottle ice tea she brought with her, throwing a pack of candy to Prentiss.
"Ooh yeah get it Y/N" Morgan smirks, taking some of Prentiss' candy. From the corner of Y/N's eyes, she could have sworn she saw hotch's eyebrows furrow even deeper than before.
"Morgan, I stayed up doing some paperwork, I'm moving closer to work" Y/N says taking out a book about the Zodiac Killer.
"Finally, only took like 3 years!" Morgan high fives Y/N while taking a bag of chips from her bag.
"Hey Y/N, why do you always have food in your go bag?" JJ asks setting down her tablet.
"Well back at my old job, whenever we were at out working a case, our leader never let us leave to eat during the day and everyone would be really hungry so I started packing snacks to hand out"
"Wow Y/N that's some big mom energy. Here's the newest on our case. Jane Escobar was found 30 minutes ago on the beach. Same MO"
"Okay Thanks Garcia, did you check for any initial overlap between the victims?" Hotchner asks while writing somethings down in his case file.
"Yes sir, there's not much. All of them moved to Miami around the same time two years ago."
"Okay, tell us if anything else comes up"
"Will do, goodbye my dancing little sugar plum" Garcia ends the video call and confused looks are shared
"Hey Y/N do you have any pringles?" Spencer inquiries. Y/N hands him a go cup of pringles and mumbles something about how he let him win at go fish.
The team arrives at Miami at around 4pm, and Y/N, Hotch, and Morgan head to the crime scene while the rest go to the Precinct to set up.
"It's so hot" Y/N whines, making her way to the tent that was set up
"Yes it is" Morgan says, looking at some girls walking a bit further from the scene.
"Sir? I'm Lance Stewart, Miami PD"
"SSA Aaron Hotchner, we talked on the phone. This is Doctor L/N and Agent Morgan" Y/N and Morgan shake Lance's hand
"Okay so here's what we got"
"I am definitely ready to pass out" Prentiss said while walking through the Hotels lobby. Hotchner comes back from talking to the receptionist
"Okay, they over booked so we only get 4 rooms. We need to double up." Hothner sighs, slinging his go bag over his shoulder
"Okay how do we do this, rock paper scissors, pick a card, first come first serve?" Reid asks slowly taking a deck of cards out of his pocket.
"Pretty boy, after we pick cards your gonna try to show us a magic trick, let's just do rock paper scissors" Morgan laughs as reid places the cards back into his pocket.
"Okay group rock paper scissors, let's go" Rossi says, placing his phone back into his pocket.
One by one groups were made. Rossi getting his own room, Prentiss and JJ getting one, Morgan and Reid sharing, and then the last group was made.
"Okay Y/N, let's go up" Hotch says, walking away. JJ sends a smirk to Y/N, who blushes a deep red.
Y/N quickly grew a crush on Hotchner when you two got to spend some quality time at Rossi's house after a particularly tough case. Everyone was drunk and passed out but Y/N and Hotch spent hours talking about everything and nothing. Y/N had also been over to his house a few times to have a movie night, Jack had grown to love her, always asking hotch when she would be over next.
"You can shower first, I'm going to order some food, do you want anything?" Hotchner offered after setting his big on the floor.
"Uh yeah I'll take a (your food of choice), thank you" Y/N steps into the bathroom, looking in awe at how nice it was.
After her shower, she did her skin care and changed into shorts and a tank top. After tying her hair out of her face, she walked into the bedroom noticing something that she didn't see before. There was only one bed.
"Hey, I got the food" Hotch said walking into the room, setting the food down onto the small table in the corner of the room. They ate in comfortable silence then Hotchner said he was going to shower.
After his shower, he noticed a figure on the floor covered in a thin blanket.
"Hey Y/N? Why are you on the floor?" Hotch asks placing his old clothes into his bag
"Well theres only one bed and I knew that if you had a say in it, I wouldn't even be able to think about the floor, let alone sleep on it. So I thought if I was asleep before you came out, we wouldn't have to discuss it and you'd get the bed cause you deserve it and-"
"Y/N, your rambling but right. Even if you are right, you're still going to get the bed"
"With all due respect, no"
"Y/N"
"Sir, please. I don't want you to sleep on the floor.- Ah! Hotchner!" Suddenly Y/N was lifted from her cocoon and placed on the bed.
"Hotch, why am I on the bed" Y/n asked muffled, facedown on the bed
"Because I put you there" hotchner said looking unamused
"Hotch please just take the bed"
"Why don't we both just take the bed, if it means that much to you" Y/N looks at the man for a moment
"Yeah, yeah we can share" Y/N moves to one half of the bed while Hotchner laye on the other half. Suddenly his phone rings with a call from Jessica
"Hey jess, is something wrong?" As he listens to the woman on the other side, Y/N finds herself staring at the beautiful man next to her
"Hey buddy! Yeah I'm at a hotel right now, yeah she's here. Okay um, let me ask her- Hey Y/N?" Y/N snaps out of her trance and hums a yes "Jack wants to talk to you, if that's okay"
"Oh, yeah! Hey Jack Jack! How are you?" Hotchner put the phone on speaker so both of them could listen to the boy on the other end
"Hi! I'm good, Aunt Jess made Mac and cheese for dinner then let me play with legos!"
"Oh that's so cool bud! Me and your dad just ate dinner too" she looked up and saw the man enjoying how she and his son got along
"Hey Y/N can I tell you a secret?" Jack whispered into the phone
"Yeah bud, what's up?" Y/N matched his tone, earning a smile from hotch
"My Daddy like-likes you!" Suddenly Hotch's look of admiration turned to one of shock. Y/N smiled and talked back to the boy
"I like-like your dad too Jack" Y/N smiles into the phone seeing hotch smile back at her
"Yay! Don't tell my daddy I told you though"
"A little late for that buddy" hotch laughs into the phone
"Um, Goodnight daddy! Love you!"
"Yeah, love you too buddy" the line goes dead on the other side and hotchner places his phone down.
The two just look at each other and smile
"Goodnight Aaron" Y/N places a kiss on the man's cheek and lays facing away from him. He places his hand on the spot where the womans lips were before. He places one of his own on the womans head before wrapping himself around her, the pair fitting like the worlds perfect puzzle
"Goodnight Y/N"
After 3 more days of working the case, the team heads home on the jet. Everyone was tired, especially Y/N and hotchner who had been abducted by the killer before the team found them and took the man into custody. The unsub confessed to all the killings and was sent to life in prison.
The new couple sat next to each other, talking until they fell asleep leaning on each other with hands intertwined.
Rossi was the first to speak out of the group
"Finally they got together"
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Star Struck - Chapter Three
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Description: (Y/F/N) was going to be a movie star if it was the last thing she ever did! She dropped out of College, and moved to Los Angeles, California in order to follow this dream, working at a 80’s themed diner in order to pay her bills, and rooming with a wonderful - sex addicted - roommate. Jeon Jeong-guk wants to be a star! A popstar, a singer- you name it! And he’s damn good at it too. He could sing better than any of his friends, so in an attempt to get discovered he moved to Los Angeles, California to live with his friend, Kim Taehyung. It was there where he met his new neighbor Clara, who -in an attempt to bring him Welcome Cupcakes, covered him in the tasty treat- immediately became the only thing on his mind at all times.
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Jeongguk removed the cupcakes that had landed on his eyes as best as he could leaving peaks of purple icing on his cheekbones, eyebrows, and forehead. He looked down at the floor and saw a woman looking up at him, a cupcake in her hair. One look at the face of the woman laying there staring up at him and he recognized her immediately. She was the same girl he had seen on the other side of the street after exiting the mall. However, she didn’t exactly appear to be as disheartened as she had earlier.
Of course she wouldn’t be disheartened anymore, she just accidentally - well at least I think it was an accident - dumped a whole platter of cupcakes on me at my front door.
He shook his head and extended his hand to her. She took it and he pulled her up just as a woman walked out of the apartment building next door carrying another platter of cupcakes, her back turned to them.
“I did turn off the stove, I figured we could just give them these as well and we can- WHAT THE HELL (Y/N)!?!?” the woman cried out seeing the mess of cupcakes now on the floor. “I leave you for three seconds and you smash cupcakes into our new neighbors face. What kind of manners are those?”
The woman - (Y/n) as he has now learned - smiles sheepishly and then raises her hand to her head, further smashing the cupcake into her hair. Her smile vanishes instantly replaced by discomfort at the feeling of what he can only assume is icing and cake rubbing onto her scalp and (y/h/c) locks. She immediately removed her hand and turned to face him, catching him off guard.
“I’m so sorry!” she finally said, “I didn’t mean for...this to happen.”
Jeongguk shrugged his shoulders, raising one of the cupcakes that had been on his face to his mouth and taking a bite, “No harm done. Besides it’s the best homemade cupcake I’ve ever eaten and had smashed in my face.”
She just stared at him awkwardly as the other woman came up behind her and arched her eyebrow.
“We make you cupcakes, she accidentally smashes them in your face, and you don’t invite us in? Taehyung! What kind of a man are you raising!?” the woman asked
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With cupcake bits still clinging to her hair, (Y/N) sat quietly at the kitchen table letting Linda do all the talking and questioning, Taehyung joining in occasionally, whilst the new guy - Jeongguk, if her memory served her right - simply nodded along or teased his roommate whenever Linda took a jab at him.
“Soooooooo, what brings you to LA?” Linda finally asks Jeongguk, completely ignoring the icing stains on his face and shirt.
“I want to be a singer,” he answered, puffing his chest out a little bit, “I thought I’d have better luck here than I did in Seoul.”
Linda glanced at her roommate out of the corner of her eye before speaking, “A singer? I think a local pub is hiring singers to perform. I heard from a few that the pay is good and oftentimes big time producers and agents go to scout out for newbies to sign to their labels. I’m sure (Y/N) here would love to show the best ones around.”
Jeong-guk’s eyes widened snapping in Linda’s direction, “Really? Are you sure? Will you really?”
Linda nodded and patted (y/n)’s back, “Of course! Fellow entertainers need to help each other out right?”
“Fellow entertainers?” Jeongguk asked.
“She wants to be an actress, you want to be a singer. The way I see it, you two can help each other out in more ways than you know.”
Turning to face (y/n), Jeongguk smiled brightly and extended his hand, “Let’s give it all we got and make our dreams come true!”
~~~
Taehyung let out a chuckle as he turned to face Jeongguk after seeing their neighbors off.
“That’s got to be the first time I’ve ever seen you not freak out over having to be with not only one but two girls,” he said grabbing a cupcake from the platter on the dining table, “Our baby Kookie has finally grown up!”
Jeongguk’s cheeks went red as he swatted his friend’s hand away from his face. Ruffling his hair, he leaned against the fridge and stared at the older boy. He laughed at what he was thinking about asking him, before proceeding to do so.
“Did you get cupcakes to the face?” Jeongguk asks.
“I got cookies,” he responded, “I probably would’ve preferred cupcakes, they’re much softer.”
Jeongguk laughed at the thought of cookies raining down on his hyung, “Is she normally clumsy?”
Taheyung burst into laughter, “Very. The day she moved in she dropped a crockpot on Linda's foot; at least you got cupcakes.”
Jeongguk chuckled at the thought of that happening next door, before grimacing at the thought of how much it must’ve hurt. Pushing himself off the bridge he grabbed a cupcake and across from Tae. He looked at the purple frosting and turned the treat around in his hands for a while before finally looking up at his friend.
“Do you think we’ll be able to make it?” he asked softly.
Taehyung stopped mid chew and looked at the younger male for a bit before responding, “I think that everything happens when it’s meant to happen. Someone will find you and give you a shot.”
“What about her?”
Letting out a deep sigh, Tae leaned back in his chair and looked at his friend, “She’ll get her moment too. You know that. Just don’t lose hope and you’ll be fine. Besides, when the time does come, I’m sure everyone will be star struck by the sheer amount of inimaginable talent you both possess.”
Smiling, Jeongguk set the cupcake down and looked at this older friend, “So you only look like an idiot, huh.”
Tae let out a laugh and punched his friend in the arm jokingly. Standing up, he popped his back before bidding Jeongguk a goodnight, warning him not to stay up too late playing video games and to get a goodnight’s rest in order to have strength for the next day. With him disappearing into a room, Jeongguk was left alone at the dining table. He made his way over to the balcony door in the living and stepped outside.
The air was chilly, but not cold enough to need a jacket. Looking up at the sky he was disappointed by the random speck of light he saw in the sky. Almost none of the stars that he was used to seeing a boy were noticeable.
“It sucks huh,” he heard a voice say.
Turning he saw (y/n) looking up at the night sky too.
“Not being able to see the beauty of the stars at night,” she continued, “I was so upset my first night here when I looked up and couldn’t see the stars. I almost regretted leaving the comfort of the small town I grew up in where I could always see the stars no matter where in town I was.”
“I felt the same way when I left Busan and moved to Seoul,” he revealed, “But it gets better.”
She turned to face him. He hadn’t noticed the tears pooling her eyes, until he saw the lone tear drop falling down her cheek.
“Does it really though?” she asked, turning back to the night sky.
“At some point it will, you’ve just gotta let that time come on it’s own.”
She let out a shaky laugh before turning back to him, “You should get some rest. It’s late.”
He nodded and pushed himself off the railing looking at her, “Goodnight (y/n).”
“Goodnight Jeongguk.”
A/N: Procrastination at its best. Literally finished writing this hours ago after many movies, KDrama, podcasts, and songs. I hope you enjoyed it and. as always. requests are open!
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Marichat May - Kitty Cats & Ballet Shoes
Day One: No Powers
[ A03 ]
Marinette chalked her ballet shoe’s and waited stage side for her name to be called, she anxiously bounced in place, every little noise was magnified with her tightened senses. She tried to calm herself down, singing a little tune counting to one hundred, nothing seemed to work. The solo she was about to perform replayed itself in her head, she was relying on it to win her the lead role, this was everything she had been working towards since the young age of twelve. She had had lead roles in other productions before but this… this was a major role, this was for the chance to play ‘Clara’ in the Christmas production. Marinette wanted this role, she wanted it more than anything else in the world.
Her eyes flicked down to her shoes, she groaned and walked back over to chalk her shoes again, her constant movement had shaken her last dusting off.
She held her breath but let it go when someone else’s name was called, she rolled her eyes in boredom, they landed on the huge shadow being cast on the ceiling, she traced it to the source only to find nothing there but she knew someone was there she could feel their eyes. She kept her eyes train on the spot in where she thought the person was as she slowly backed away from the stage, her footfalls were silent as she climbed the steps towards them. She intended to cut them off in the hall leading to the dressing rooms but they caught her first, strong arms wrapped their way around her waist, she let out a yelp in surprise and one of the hands flew up to her mouth silencing her.
She struggled, kicking her legs and pushing on the arms in an attempt to free herself but the person's grip was tight and didn’t budge. Marinette couldn’t deny how terrified she felt in that moment, she tried to bite the gloved leather fingers around her mouth as he dragged her down the hall to a small broom closet. She fought to stay out of that room but he was stronger, her pointed shoes collided with the wooden door frame and she pushed against it trying to send her attacker into the shelving on the wall behind them, he let out a grunt when he collided. Her fighting back didn’t deter him, it just made him hold onto her a lot tighter. Her heart raced, she was panicking, she was about to die that's what her mind screamed. If by some odd chance she survived, she tried to commit everything about him to memory, his gloves and jacket was some sort of leather it didn’t feel like the real leather, his zipper on that ‘leather’ jacket was round and made of metal, it jingled every time she brushed against it in her struggle. He stunk of camembert cheese and there was also a slight hint of aftershave.
Something sharp dug into her sides, she whimpered at the sudden pain, he seemed to notice that and release his grip on her slightly. She used that to her advantage and stopped her struggle against him and he loosened his grip even more, he let go of her waist to try and close the door and she elbowed him in the side feeling bone collide with bone, he sucked in air through gritted teeth in pain. She pushed against him clambering for the door, her attacker recovered quickly, cut her off and slammed the door in front of her. She screamed when the room was plunged into darkness, his hand instantly found her mouth again and her screams were muffled.
Her back met a cold bricked wall of the small broom closet, tears fell freely down her face, she was now truly trapped and the moment she accepted that she felt herself ease. Her breathing levelled out and her heart rate slowed back to its normal speed, she stopped fighting and relinquished control, she became limp in the stranger's arms. His hand was removed from her mouth, the temptation to scream had long since died, she stayed perfectly still using the shelving to her left to support her weight.
“Well aren’t you a pretty one,” his voice was surprisingly sweet, “how did you see me up in the rafters?”
“What do you want?” she asked getting straight to the point and ignoring his question.
“’Le Grande Gazelle Blanche.’”
The name rang a bell, “the necklace?” she queried.
“Yep,” he replied popping the ���p’, “the one and only, do you know where they keep it?”
She rolled her eyes, “why would I know?”
He chuckled, “A pretty ballerina like you-“ a gloved finger ran across her jawline, she shivered in disgust, “-most certainly knows.”
She rolled her eyes again, of course, he thought flirting with her would get him somewhere but boy was he wrong, “try again,” she replied, “I’m a student, there is no way they would let me see that thing and besides you and I know it only comes out once a year for Christmas and the last time I checked Christmas is six months away.”
“A smart ballerina too,” he commented.
“Anything else?” she snapped.
“All work and no play for you.”
“What do you want,” she repeated.
“Nothing.”
“Then why am I still trapped in a broom cupboard,” she asked raising an eyebrow.
He let out a small laugh, “how about I ask the questions hmm?”
She sighed and reluctantly nodded her head.
“Have you seen my face?” he asked.
She frowned at his question but shook her head forgetting they were in complete darkness, she opened her mouth to say no but he spoke first.
“Good, then I don’t see why we can’t come to an arrangement.”
“And that is?”
“I let you leave here unharmed and you-“ his hands found themselves on the wall beside her, “-you tell no one about our little chat.”
“And if I don’t.”
“Then my little ballerina, you may just find yourself in quite a lot of trouble.”
“Is-Is that a threat,” she stuttered.
“Yes, yes it is, now do we have a deal?”
She paused to think it through, she swallowed the ball of saliva that had built up in her mouth. Closing her eyes she nodded her head once again forgetting that he couldn’t see her in the dark room.
“Good, now keep your eyes closed and count to twenty, when you open them I shall be gone and you can go back to try out for that role you want,” his feet shuffle across the room towards the door, “and sorry my ballerina but you sadly won’t get that role. Start counting,” he commanded.
She bit back her anger at his words but followed his command, “1… 2… 3… 4…”
Her ears picked up on the sound of the wooden door being opened, she continued her counting out loud, he had paused at the door, her mind told her it was to get one last look at her before walking out and closing the door behind him.
“9… 10… 11…” she slowly stopped her counting.
Her hands felt along the wall heading towards the door looking for the light switch, light flooded the room revealing the mess her struggle had caused. She sighed and her eyes fell onto her tutu, it had been ripped and bent in ways that she had never thought possible, it was ruined. Her hair that had once been tied in a neat bun was most likely a mess now with strands of it falling down onto her face. A few tears dripped down her face as she set about fixing the mess she had caused, the strangers words stuck with her, it had crushed her to hear such words and sadly some small part of her believed them, no, she couldn’t think like that, her ripped outfit could easily be fixed with one trip to her small dressing room.
Marinette picked up the last mop and lent it against the wall. She opened the door and peaked out onto the corridor to find it completely empty so she stepped out into it. She quickly slipped her pointed shoes off and ran down the hall towards her dressing room.
She pressed her back against her closed wooden dressing room door, it was if she had just locked out all the noise and self-doubt. Her mind was free to process what had just happened to her, she pulled her spare skirt out of the wardrobe and replaced the ripped one she was wearing for it. She wondered if she should tell her dance teacher about the strange man, the turn woman was someone that wouldn’t believe her but it was worth a shot. Marinette fixed her hair tucking the loose strands back into the tight bun, she reapplied the small amount of makeup she had originally put on and ran back to the stage. She hoped no one had noticed that she had been gone for the five to ten minutes it had taken her to return, she re-chalked her pointed shoes. Something within her told her to look back up to the spot she had originally seen the stranger, he was back up there watching her, she ignored him to wait only for her name not to be called.
The judges congratulated everyone then disappeared out of the seated audience to discuss their choices on who would play the lead role.
Marinette never felt so angry before, she had never missed an audition before and the one time she did it was because she let her stupid curiosity get the better of her. She kept her composure all the way up until she closed the door of her dressing room, angrily she pulled off her pointe shoes and tossed them into her gym bag along with everything else she didn’t need. She ripped her jacket out of her bag and pulled it over her arms, it was going to be a cold walk back to her small two bedroom apartment but she reckoned her anger would keep her warm enough for her to reach home.
She avoided the other auditioners gazes as she exited the opera house, she kept her head buried in her phone. Alya, her best friend, had spammed her phone with text messages trying to find out if she had gotten the role, Marinette spared the girl all of the details and just told her that she didn’t get it, she swore that sometimes Alya was more upset at her not getting roles than she was at times.
Marinette put on her best smile to try and distract herself from the crushing disappear within, her anger had mostly subsided, she was still most definitely pissed at the stranger but she more pissed at herself. Her ex, Luka, had described her as a roller coaster of emotions, it had its highs and lows, its twists and turns and at times was unpredictable and went off the rails at times. Her mind wandered back to the guitarist, if she had the strength she would kick and scream at herself for even think of him after what had happened but right now she didn’t have the mental fortitude to argue with herself. She allowed herself to get wrapped up in the warm rose coloured glasses of the past, memories of time spent on his families houseboat and her own parents bakery, she smiled as the many times he snuck into her old dance studio with flowers flooded back to her, she couldn’t deny how much she missed him.
Slipping the key into the lock she opened the door to her apartment, she flicked the light on and stared at the dreary apartment she called home, she sighed in disgust and slammed the door shut behind her. Throwing her gym bag onto her sofa she made her way to her small kitchenette, the cheap bottle of wine she had bought the night before sat on the counter, she had originally bought in to celebrate whether she won or not but right now she felt like downing the entire bottle. She peeled the cheap plastic seal off and twisted it open, she didn’t bother with letting it breathe or with a glass. Marinette never liked the taste of cheap wine but it was all she could afford, she downed a quarter of the bottle in one go not caring about alcohol poisoning.
She sat down in front of her small blank tv, she hated how her life had turned out, she had expected to be a lot further along in her dancing career and not where she was right now. She had believed every little lie her dance instructors had told her, companies would do anything to hire her, the usual lies they told a twelve-year-old girl so that her parents would continue to pay for the lessons, how could she be so gullible.
She downed another mouth full of wine, she didn’t drink often so she already felt the buzz, reluctantly she put the lid on the bottle. Although heartbroken she still was a struggling dance student and needed to be on time for an 8 am class. She placed the half drunk bottle of wine back on the kitchen countertop as she passed by it to her bedroom. She tossed the clothes she was wearing aside before slipping into her cold lonely double bed. The springs creaked as she settled onto the uncomfortable mattress, she looked at the time on her phone one last time before tossing it across the room onto a stray pile of clothing.
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Clara and Ila: A (Very Long, Mostly Natural) New Year’s Eve Twin Birth Story
Every appointment from 35.5 weeks on, my doctor and I discussed the pros and cons of induction. He was pushing from the beginning for induction at least by 38 weeks, and then earlier due to an unconfirmed cholestasis diagnosis, and I was pushing for babies to come on their own.
Fast forward to 39+6, December 30th, the day before my due date. I was dilated to 3 cm and 50% effaced, the doctor did a stretch and sweep, and for many reasons I decided to finally give the thumbs up for induction the following morning. My mom bought a plane ticket and arrived that evening. The plan was for her to stay home for the birth and come to the hospital as soon as the girls were born.
December 31st, 2016, just at 40 weeks, we (my husband Joshua and I) arrived at the hospital early in the morning, checked in, and after a while got settled into our birthing room. We met my main nurse, who had just completed her midwifery education but wasn’t yet licensed. She complimented my copy of Ina May’s Guide to Childbirth (which I inexplicably wanted on the tray by my bed the whole time, as though having the book there was like having a piece of Ina May herself there through my labor). I loved connecting with the nurse-almost-midwife and felt much better knowing that she wasn’t going to push interventions on me as protocol. She hooked me up to the mobile monitors, one for Baby A and one for Baby B. They sort of worked, but kept slipping and beeping when they lost one or the other’s heart rate. After an hour or so I think she gave up on them until I settled down later in the labor.
I really went into this birth guns blazing, set to refuse whatever the staff wanted to do for me beyond clean up the afterbirth. In hindsight, I wish I had spent less time worrying about the interventions they might try to pull behind my back. Some “interventions,” like receiving a few bags of fluid during and after birth, actually turned out to be totally fine and helpful. And the others, like starting Pitocin in the first place, they wouldn’t have done anyway without my consent. My open and fiery resistance turned out to be a pretty negative place to direct all of my birthing energy, energy that I could have focused inward much more constructively.
By 9 am my IV was placed and it was finally time to actually start the dreaded Pitocin, although I didn’t feel anything for a while. After my mom texted Joshua about a dozen times and called twice before the Pit was even started, she finally decided that it was not a good plan for her to stay home, and I was happy to have her come join us. She showed up around 9:30.
My doctor came in about 10 am and I was starting to feel little squeezes. Knowing he would be on the floor that day was one important reason why I okayed induction. He’s the only doctor in the practice who is comfortable with vaginal twin birth, especially if one flips breech. My twins had both been head down(ish) all pregnancy but there’s a risk of Baby B flipping once Baby A is out. I really, really didn’t want to risk a vaginal AND cesarean birth my first go around, so it was a comfort to know that the right man was on the job. Also, general kudos to him for being okay with vaginal twins, vaginal breech, and vaginal twin breech birth. The important detail from the 10 am interaction was that the doctor gave the okay, against hospital protocol, for the nurse to turn off my Pitocin once labor was well under way. I guess they generally keep in on until birth as a rule, but my fighting paid off on this one, and I took some solace in the fact that I wouldn’t need any medicine once my body kicked in. Meanwhile, the nurse kept increasing the Pitocin drip.
At some time during this time frame Baby A’s water broke. I had heard that having your water break feels like peeing your pants, and that turned out to be exactly accurate for me. The fluid started slowly at first and then kept leaking. So. much. amniotic fluid. I couldn’t believe that it was only one baby’s worth. Cue endless towels through the rest of the labor.
At 11 am I still wasn’t really feeling contractions, but I realized that my eggs and toast breakfast was long gone and I was starving. Joshua went and got me a gigantic chipotle turkey sub sandwich stuffed with jalapeños and dripping with spicy mayo (my mouth is watering) and about halfway through scarfing it the contractions picked way up. The nurse, who graciously looked the other way as I insisted on eating (also against the rules), advised that I finish up quickly because it was go-time.
From here on out time got really fuzzy and stretched-out. I tried a few different techniques for dealing with the contractions—and for me, they were contractions, not rushes or surges. They felt tight and crampy and...well, painful. Sorry hypnobirthing community. I bounced on the ball while my mom braided my hair. The IV and monitor lines kept getting tangled in the birthing ball and things were getting intense already. I tried a bunch of positions on the ball. I tried hanging over the back of the bed. I tried my hands and knees. I thought about trying a deep yoga squat but that sounded terrifying.
I asked for the Pitocin to be cut and the nurse complied immediately. This was about 1 pm. Things were already moving enough for me to not feel any relief when the Pitocin stopped and my body took over, but it was interesting to watch the change on the contraction monitor. The line for the Pitocin contractions was super spiky and sharp and irregular, and the line for the natural contractions was one smooth, continuous wave with perfect low valleys and rounded high peaks—often too high to be seen on the graph.
My doctor wandered in around this time and mentioned that I might be in transition. I was still conversing and very conscious and thought that he was probably wrong, which he was. I was only dilated to 6 cm. But he made up for his misreading by suggesting that the nurse put up the “birthing bar” above the bed for me. This was a lifesaver. I finally settled into my laboring position of choice: Joshua pinned behind me on an inclined bed, me between his knees, the birthing bar above me to hang on, my eyes squeezed shut, and my mom on hand to feed me ice chips when I opened my mouth like a baby bird.
At various points residents, nurses, and staff wandered in. Four or so different residents checked me four or so more times, with painstaking progress by a centimeter or so each check. Some man from an anesthesia team came to ask me questions in the event that I opted for an epidural later. I demanded that he go away—that I didn’t want or need him. My mom might have answered his questions at some other point. One nurse or resident came in to do an ultrasound to help with monitor placement. All the while my contractions grew stronger.
During the most intense parts I focused on feeling Joshua behind me and on his voice telling me when each contraction was coming down. I would feel the surge swell and then I would wait for it to peak and gasp “down? down?” and Joshua would tell me “still building” or “not yet” or “it’s just peaking” and then finally “it’s coming down.” My mantra ended up being “down, down, down,” not that fancy yoga mantra I read about on some birth blog. I remember Joshua trying to help me breath through the contractions like we practiced, to which I responded “Don’t breath!” “No moving!” and “Stay still!” It was all I could do to just muster through each peak at the end when they were so fast and so strong and so close together.
When I reached 8 cm or so I wanted to push. I wanted to push so, so badly. My doctor came and told me that I couldn’t push, and that if I did then my cervix might swell and prevent the babies’ smooth entry into the world. I had never heard that before, but it sort of sounded logical, so I tried my very hardest not to push. I pulled up on the bar above me through each contraction and squeezed my legs together, just hanging there squeezing the bar as hard as I could. I thought I was doing a pretty good job at not pushing, but my mom told me later that she was pretty sure my body was pushing anyway the whole time. At any rate, it was sweet and beautiful relief when another resident finally came to check me and (hesitantly) declared me a 10— although apparently I was actually only a 9.5 by the time they had me ready to deliver.
I was still so, so relieved. Finally time to work with those pushes! Joshua moved the bar from above me and tried to take the chance to go to the bathroom, but I ordered him back to me and suddenly there were a lot of nurses around helping me transfer to a gurney. All twins are delivered in the operating room as a precaution, something I found out early in the pregnancy and couldn’t argue out of. At first I could see no way how I was ever going to move, but there were a bunch of nurses and I somehow managed to get on my hands and knees on the gurney and stayed that way, yelling at the top of my lungs with relief and effort, while they wheeled me across the entire Labor and Delivery floor to the OR. I had been feeling nauseated and thought I would throw up on the ride over, but luckily that beautiful chipotle sandwich stayed down. My mom decided during the transfer that she had reached her limit and stayed behind in the L&D room, and Joshua reappeared at my side when I was finally in the operating room.
The OR was cool and that felt good, so I tore off my hospital gown and climbed onto the extremely narrow operating table, planning to stay on my hands and knees. The room started to fill with people—so many people. It sort of felt like the biggest crowd gathered outside of Times Square that night, but it was actually around 15 or 20 people: doctors, residents, lots of nurses, a woman from part of an anesthesia team who introduced herself kindly before I gasped out “I don’t need you,” etc. etc. One of these people, or maybe several, told me that I couldn’t stay on my hands and knees on the operating table because it “wasn’t safe,” which I protested extensively. Later, I was actually very glad to be on my back in stirrups because I could see what was going on and because the table was so narrow and because I didn’t have to move or reposition in between or after delivery. Once I cooperated onto my back, they comically tried to shove this foam wedge behind me for support, but it kept slipping the whole time I was on the table. Joshua had to keep helping a small-ish nurse shove it back into place and I had to keep using people’s hands to lift myself up and see what was going on.
After I was all positioned, everything went fast. A couple of the nurses coached me to direct my yelling and energy down into the push while they counted me through three pushes at a time. I had been wary of coached pushing because of what I had read and heard, but in my case it was very helpful—I felt like my team’s expectation of three long pushes at a time made me keep push longer and harder than I would have on my own. After about 10 minutes of pushing they told me Baby A’s head was crowning and I reached down to feel a fuzzy little head on the cusp of coming into the world. Joshua, now in full OR gear from hat to booties, locked my eyes, leaned down, and kissed me through his mask. The head and the kiss were enough motivation to get me through a couple more huge pushes, and then the head was out, and then out came our sweet Baby A at 6:37 pm. I was under the impression that they would let Joshua hold her immediately, but after he cut the cord they whisked her off to the other side of the OR for an exam. That was super distracting for me—I still had another baby to push out and I couldn’t focus until the first one was safe in Joshua’s arms next to me. In the interim I did a lot of yelling and demanding, which everyone must have learned to tune out by that point because they weren’t paying much attention to my insistence that Joshua hold our baby and they kept telling me that of course he couldn’t do skin to skin, this was the OR. Whatever.
Some in the general crowd asked what her name was, and Joshua said “Ila!” at the same time that I said “Clara!” There were speculations under the OR lights of red hair, so I think we decided that Baby A could be Clara if Baby B also showed signs of being a redhead... the name Ila comes from Joshua’s side of the family, where the strongest redhead genes also originate, and Clara comes from my side of the family. After all of that, once Baby A was safely wrapped in Joshua’s arms, I could focus on getting the next baby out—something I think the doctor and resident delivering had been trying to get me to do for a while because it was all very urgent all of a sudden. They told me after some more pushing that Baby B was stuck behind a lip of swollen cervix and that they were going to have to use a vacuum to extract her.
I wonder if my doctor—knowing me—knew that threatening me with a vacuum extraction was exactly the right thing to say to me to get me to push, or whether he actually intended to use the vacuum in short order, because there was no way I was going to get that far with a natural delivery only to accept such a drastic intervention at the very end. Luckily my cervix was on my side and after a couple more pushes-to-end-all-pushes, Baby B slid out into the world and up onto my chest. It was 6:59 pm. I kept gasping “Baby! Baby!” like I hadn’t expected that result and I got to cuddle my girl skin to skin. Baby B’s hair looked even more reddish than the first one’s, so we decided that Baby A was Clara (7 lb 14 oz) and Baby B was Ila (7 lb 12 oz).
I stared in awe at the baby in my arms and the baby in Joshua’s arms as people pushed on my uterus and tried to get me to deliver the placentas. I pushed a few more times and got that over with. I asked the doctor to show me the placentas as he walked by me. He held his white plastic tub over to me and I peeked inside at the mass of gore. It was less idyllic than the placenta prints I had seen on Instagram so I just let them toss them.
Just as I expected to be done they started giving me bee-sting numbing shots to prep me for stitches. I had small twin tears that just needed a couple stitches apiece and the numbing shots hurt worse than anything. They kept trying to stitch and I kept yelling “I’m not numb there!” and then I would feel another shot. At some point during the aftermath I had an angel nurse by my side, opposite Joshua. She kept saying my name and telling me what to do and what was going on. She helped me get Baby B latched and we nursed a little as the doctor and resident finished up whatever they were doing down there. Then the babies went in little isolettes and a bunch of people helped me transfer back to a gurney (bless them) and a troop of people wheeled us all back to recovery.
In retrospect, although I knew the birth I wanted, fought for it, and generally got what I wanted, I look at things on this side of childbirth with a lot more compassion than I did before. I used to judge a little when I read on Birth Without Fear about “variations of normal” and how C-sections were a-okay. But now I can honestly say that no matter how a mama births or how her birth turned out, she has my respect. You got an epidural? I don’t blame you. Birth hurts! You had a miracle, painless, hypno-homebirth? Major kudos. Your babe was breech and you had a cesarean? That must have been super hard too. Motherhood in general is teaching me how to withhold judgment and show compassion—to others, to my babies, and to myself—in a thousand and one tough, beautiful ways, and I have a feeling that my lessons are just beginning.
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Throne - Chapter 3
Throne [Archive of Our Own, FanFiction.Net]
Characters: Original Female Character, Red Haired Shanks, Benn Beckman, Lucky Roo, Yasopp,
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“I can be very disarming.”
“Looks like you’ve been disarmed,” I jabbed, not looking up at him.
Benn let out a loud laugh at that.
Shanks grinned. “You wound me.”
“Clearly, I’m not the only one.”
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Chapter 3
“Damn it,” I muttered, picking up the envelope that I had dropped. I quickly dusted it off and lifted it, angling it towards the light emitted from the lantern outside Clara’s bakery.
Once I confirmed that her name was printed on the front of the envelope, I double-checked the notes inside. I slid it under the door and picked up the bag containing the loaf of bread and dozen rolls I had ordered, tucking it in my tote bag.
I had been making my morning rounds, picking up my goods from the various shops in the village, leaving new orders at others.
I had one last stop to make before heading back home. I was just in time, too. For the most part, the village was still asleep, but they would rise shortly. I would be back in my apartment by then, eating breakfast before heading to the store.
I enjoyed my mornings. It was a transition period, but unlike most changes, this one was peaceful. The birds woke and began to sing; the air was crisp, having yet to lose the evening chill, and the sun was starting to peak over the horizon, chasing out the blue-black of the night with a mix of pink, orange, and yellow hues.
I slowed my walk, allowing myself to take a deep breath and enjoy it. The world we lived in was chaotic, and making it from day to day was hard, even in a quiet village like Aurora. Moments like these were rare.
“Beautiful.”
I jumped, startled by the voice. I whipped my head around to look at its owner.
Shanks chuckled quietly. He was sitting on the porch swing of Mrs. Lane’s inn, looking at the sky as well.
Like many other businesses in the village, the inn was the only one. It was located right at the bend in the main road; most of the shops and other businesses lined up on either side.
Mrs. Lane resided on the top floor in a room with a large bay window that looked out over the street. Whenever there was a commotion in town, you could see her peeking through the curtains, trying to scope out what was happening.
“Good morning, Miss Elizabeth.”
He spoke lowly so as not to disturb those still sleeping. His voice was more gravelly than usual, undoubtedly the result of his somnolence.
“Captain,” I returned his greeting, having calmed down. “Early morning or late night?”
“A little bit of both,” he answered. “Didn’t sleep all too well, so I woke up early.”
“Well, I can’t say that passing out drunk produces the most restful sleep,” I said, a wry smile on my face.
“Depends on where you pass out.”
“Fair enough,” I conceded.
“What about you?” he asked. “Getting the shopping done awfully early,” he said, eying my bag.
“The life of a village pariah,” I answered, using a miserable tone, exaggerated to the nth degree. Returning to my regular speech pattern, I continued, “It’s far less disruptive for me to have them leave my things out for me to pick up in the morning than for me to come into their shops during the day. People don’t run or anything, but it completely kills the atmosphere.”
“Hmmm. People here are backward. I find it hard to believe that someone as lovely as you could ever kill the room… unintentionally.”
I snorted in disbelief. “Are you always this complimentary in the mornings?” I asked.
“No,” he answered honestly. “Usually, I don’t wake up until morning has passed.”
I shook my head, smiling in amusement. “I’ve seen how you drink. I’m surprised you can wake up at all.”
“It’ll take more than a little liquor to kill me.”
“I don’t think you know the meaning of a little, Captain.”
“Shanks,” he offered, catching me off guard for the second time.
I rebounded quicker this time. “Red Hair,” I shot back.
“Captain, it is,” he relented.
I smirked victoriously, adjusting my bag and turning to continue down the street. I still had to get to Mr. McNaulty’s farm to pick up my milk and eggs. “Enjoy the rest of your day, Captain.”
“You too, Miss Elizabeth.”
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Author’s Note:
I don’t like this one. It’s short and it feels kind of out of place, but I feel like we needed a bit more build between these two before we go forward.
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@goingtothetardis tagged me in a dw related thing :3 strangely i haven’t done this one!
Classic or New: i still haven’t seen classic, but i still want to.
Fav Doctor: ten. OBVS
Worst Doctor: the war doctor. stop trying to make the war doctor happen. it’s not going to happen.
Fav Companion: my girl rose :D
Worst Companion: i really hate river tbh. and clara annoys the hell out of me. but i blame moffat for messing up both, not the ladies. they both had potential.
Top 5 Episodes: this is hard! these answers may be different if you ask me tomorrow :P
father’s day. it was the clincher episode for me, so it has a lot of sentimental value.
tooth and claw. bc ten and rose are basically on a honeymoon here and he uses a scottish accent (if only briefly). also the lighting is sooooo pretty.
smith and jones. i seriously love it, definitely the one i’ve rewatched the most. the doctor is such a goofball in it, and martha is such a badass. like what an entrance she made.
planet of the ood. i really do love the ood, they may be my favorite aliens. ten’s hair is at its absolute peak. and i’m probably strange for this but i like that donna gets sort of horrified and says she wants to leave but then ends up staying. traveling w the doctor isn’t always sunshine and rainbows and i think it’s important his companions fully grasp that but want to stay anyway.
the unicorn and the wasp. god, it’s so good. it’s just like... so entertaining watching ten and donna roleplay tbh. and the whole scene where ten needs to counteract the cyanide is like the most hilarious and iconic scene in all of dw tbh. this ep might be my ultimate happy place.
Any DVDs: sadly i own none D: i have all the episodes on my external drive but no physical copies. i’ve been thinking of treating myself and ordering s1-4 on blu ray. because to this day i’ve never seen all the extras, like the confidentials and complete video diaries and commentary and stuff. maybe next paycheck :P
Fav Moment: either: 1) chicklet ten in his leather jacket trying to convince rose he’s still the doctor or 2) pajama-clad ten asking rose if he looks sexy
Scariest Moment: i have to say the entire episode of midnight
Saddest Moment: well. every time i watch eot i cry. really from the point that he absorbs the radiation inside that glass right up until the end. and then for like 45 minutes after. so i think that wins. BUT, i am also absolutely destroyed when ten 1.0 is trying to convince rose to choose tentoo on the beach, and that fucking. heart wrenching. song. ‘life among the distant stars’ starts playing. and then everything from there until he walks away forever. murder me.
Missing Episode you want: basically a recreation of one of my longer fics please 😬 (i’ll take cs or ep tbh). no jk. i mean i would totally want that but i know that’s not what this is asking. in all seriousness, the stone rose. as long as that kiss is a nice long one 😜
idk who to tag! so, i will tag everyone who liked my posts about anthropomorphic, because i really appreciate the support on that fic! tag me (like actually tag me, rather than mention bc i always miss those i’m afraid) if you do it! only if you guys want to and haven’t already done it :S no pressure!
@aroseofstone @badfromthegeko @timeshel901 @joi-in-the-tardis @aventurecolombia @pir8grl @thespiralboundmastermind @cookiedoughduh @chiaroscuroverse
ok so i couldn’t tag like, half of you idk what’s up lol. damn tumblr
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A directory of all my interesting things (2/2)
Stretching the concept of “monthly” self-rec to its limit here... Obviously you should go look at all of these, but bold marks the most interesting things. ♥
Martha
Full-arc picspam
Doctor Martha Jones.
+1
You’re a physician?
troll appreciation post
Just one day leave me behind, a million miles from home.
Clara/Martha parallels.
This Is War
jewellery + thinky
There is no gun
eye-closing for the dead
Martha Jones exposes the plasmavore in Smith and Jones.
Don’t mention it.
Martha meme:
8 moments of medium awesome
Relationships:
Martha & the Doctor: 1/2/3
Tish
Francine
Hath Peck
Milo & Cheem
Tallulah
Riley
“moments of revelation”
mistakes
Traits:
the authority thing
magnanimous
finding beauty
skeptical
media fan
endurance
What does the legend say?
perfectly reasonable question
their hit single Did Shakespeare Hit On You? (Did You Walk The Earth?)
hugs
“this job is way below my pay grade “
the way the hands keep holding
Celebrating New Who: March 23rd: Favourite Character
happiness
minor characters
weakness
At work
you need that boy/like a bowling ball/dropped on your head/which means not at all
[pictured: the sheer magnificence of Martha Jones]
That thing where Martha suddenly drops the non-violence doesn’t actually feel like character development to me.
“they say she’s going to save the world.“ +1
Family +1
“I reckon you’ll find someone worth believing in.”
in The Shakespeare Code
in 42
And you leave because you’re certain
Of who you want to be…
Noun-traits
Looks like a lady / Thinks like a leader / Shoots like a boss
contempt/confusion face
“Should’ve been that the Doctor fell for her.”
She persisted.
Adjective-traits
Rose
Full-arc picspam
the root of my problems with series 2.
Except that implies, in this big grand scheme of gods and devils, that she’s just a victim.
when do rose and mickey break up?
apologies
hair-flippy
So I ship Mickey/Rose...
‘brave’
the uber-salty sonic screwdriver post
it’s as if the only reason she’s given a life is so she can renounce it in demonstration of her devotion to the Doctor
what we had / don’t mean a thing
And Lot’s wife, of course, was told not to look back.
‘just’ a companion
hoodie
Other Doctor Who
the most inexplicable DW cliffhanger explained.
‘THE DOCTOR CAN’T REGENERATE INTO A FEMALE IF YOU PAY ATTENTION TO THE CANON’
moffat’s women are not identical [series]
consequences, theoretically part 1
Cass from Night of the Doctor
The Pandorica Opens/The Big Bang make my heart sing.
Dream Lord
Voyage of the Damned vs The Day of the Doctor
Jackie
Jackie/Davros quote
Nyssa/Tegan
I need a hero!
my personal peak Moffat salt
[person] doing stuff [series]
You have all the weapons you need. Now fight.
The Master: I deserve
Mickey
‘just’
“Mickey Smith, defending the Earth.”
“I was here.”
awesome moments
11
Donna
“I’m happy right now.”
The picspam of insufficient bitterness
BILL
Pearl’s description
trailer gifs
Robot Proximity
little things
Danny Pink:
I don’t want to see more things; I want to see the things in front of me more clearly.
references in Series 9
Tanya Adeola in For Tonight We Might Die
Nancy
We are the music-makers
in story
Amy
Clara
Newtons Sleep
Amy vs River on faith.
Why I hate 10.
eternal imprisonment
a silliness and conceit unrivalled by any other character in history.
the Doctor spending two-and-a-half minutes straight pointing a gun at two people who could kill him with one hand.
the ‘too famous’ arc
Amy/Clara Jolene
Bechdel Test
Did they send me daughters when I asked for sons? [Yes.]
I love Moffat’s Doctor Who because it is feminist.
[black] Doctor Who characters being awesome.
Terrible things have been done to protect you. They are not necessary.
Companion per series [series]
i iz in ur series 2, endorsing polyamory
Disruptive influence. Nice to meet you.
Lady of the Two Lands
Your fight for survival starts right now.
Series 6
Aliens of London / World War 3
the wedding of river song moment
Midnight: Do we have a deal?
(The actual list of my favourite new who episodes.)
It’s about the triumph of intellect and romance
“London Glamour” Woman
Vincent
With Moffat it’s all details, and they matter.
telling different, non-daughter stories
Moffat ladies + tearing power from the things that have hurt you.
In which the Doctor kinda inspired Davros’ obsession with survival
#LIKE A HYBRID
kissing
Lucy Saxon, but with underlying RTD grief
series 9, diversity of the supporting cast.
Non-violent awesome
Moffat characterisation: I know how they define their very worlds.
dw female characters + technology
‘it really doesn’t matter’ YES IT DOES
new who characters [series]
companions + central conflict
The extended food/relationship metaphor
If we deny our happiness, resist our satisfaction,
we lessen the importance of their deprivation.
companions + canon titles
Greenworld (incomplete)
How often is the resolution “kill the things”?
Moffat 100% sexist
Non-Doctor Who
Book edits:
Iron Cast by Destiny Soria
The Twice Lived Summer of Bluebell Jones
Rachel Berenson: warrior // princess
Katniss & Gale
The Fifth Season; N. K. Jemisin.
Firefly AU: both Tam siblings as Alliance operatives.
I fight like a girl
Hufflepuff
Character meme
GRANT WARD MURDERING INNOCENT PEOPLE
what is fridging
Mary Watson
An non-exhaustive taxonomy of character love
Black Widow SNL Parody Trailer // Supergirl First Look Trailer
were really quite different
Black Widow: I have a very specific skill-set.
THE LAND OF FICTION HAS PROBLEMS.
Daenerys Targaryen is Azor Ahai reborn
“The Election of 2016″ (hamilton)
Momento: you do not know who you are
Bridge to Terabithia
Gwen Stacy (616)
Moana
hater-sniping
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GAY MUSIC CHART – 2017 week 47
Welcome to the Gay Music Chart, the LGBTQA related music videos TOP 50 actuality and most request.
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Here is the recap for this week :
OUT : Lizzo - Good As Hell (LW: 19 / WO: 48 / PEAK: 02)
OUT : Superfruit - GUY.EXE (LW: 22 / WO: 3 / PEAK: 15)
OUT : Milck - Quiet (LW: 23 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 23)
OUT : Yann - Igual (Rio Pride/Parada do Orgulho LGBTI do Rio de Janeiro) (LW: 25 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 25)
OUT : Pussy Riot - Police State (LW: 29 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 29)
OUT : Tim Treffers - Hold on (LW: 32 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 32)
OUT : Sam & Sky - Skammens Diskotek (LW: 36 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 36)
OUT : Smashby - Birthday Suit (LW: 37 / WO: 5 / PEAK: 29)
OUT : Trey Pearson - The Good Grief [Official Lyric Video] (LW: 38 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 38)
OUT : Сергей Лазарев / Sergey Lazarev - Так красиво / So Beautiful (LW: 39 / WO: 7 / PEAK: 15)
OUT : Jimena Barón - QLO (LW: 41 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 41)
OUT : Tokio Hotel - Boy Don't Cry (LW: 42 / WO: 3 / PEAK: 18)
OUT : Acrush 组合 单曲 - I'm Sorry (LW: 43 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 43)
OUT : Namuel - Joven de Corazón (LW: 44 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 24)
OUT : 희철 HEECHUL and 민경훈 Min Kyung-Hoon - 나비잠 (Sweet Dream) (LW: 45 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 45)
OUT : Eddy de Pretto - Fête de trop (LW: 47 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 47)
OUT : Kurt Hugo Schneider feat. Sam Tsui & Michael Constantino - Evolution of Boy Bands MASHUP!! (LW: 48 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 48)
OUT : Lycinaïs Jean - Je veux rester (LW: 49 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 48)
OUT : Ricky Rebel - Time (LW: 50 / WO: 1 / PEAK: 50)
01 (=) : Alfie Arcuri - If They Only Knew (LW: 01 / WO: 20 / PEAK: 01 (x3))
This is the new music video of the winner of The Voice Australia 2016. What must do a gay man when he's in love with his best male friend, who's dating his best female friend?
02 (+ 3) : Kevin Chomat - Sens Interdit (LW: 05 / WO: 11 / PEAK: 01 (x2))
This new single of the French singer reached the top 10 YouTube trending in France. Taken from the album "Ma boussole".
03 (=) : Wrabel - The Village (LW: 03 / WO: 16 / PEAK: 03)
This engaging song was written the day after US President Trump removed new federal protections for trans students in public schools last February. Trans actor August Aiden plays the role of a young transgender who tries to be himself despite the hostility of his father in the music video.
04 (+ 10) : Michele Bravi - Diamanti (LW: 14 / WO: 9 / PEAK: 04)
This is the third single from the Italian singer taken from the album “Anime Di Carta”.
05 (+ 6) : ILY - Your Love (LW: 11 / WO: 6 / PEAK: 05)
Two new brides are kissing in this Swedish music video.
06 (+ 1) : Mr John - Neon (LW: 07 / WO: 9 / PEAK: 01 (x1))
Instead of covers, this time, the Brazilian singer delivers an original song.
07 (- 5) : Huntington - Love Is Love (LW: 02 / WO: 8 / PEAK: 02)
Three years after "Secret", this is his new original song.
08 (NEW) : Citizen Four - My Name (Say It) (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 08)
Citizen Four is a new boy band, including a gay member named Austin (the one with short brown hair and who is dancing with another guy).
09 (=) : Leon Else - What I Won't Do (Lyric Video) (LW: 09 / WO: 23 / PEAK: 02)
The British singer has came out on Facebook last May.
10 (- 6) : Sam Tsui - Cameo (LW: 04 / WO: 8 / PEAK: 04)
Finally, a new original song!
11 (+ 22) : Sufjan Stevens - Mystery of Love ("Call Me By Your Name" OST) (LW: 33 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 11)
12 (+ 12) : Steps - Dancing With A Broken Heart (LW: 24 / WO: 4 / PEAK: 09)
The British band will be on Tour this month.
13 (+ 21) : Alaska Thunderfuck - Come To Brazil (LW: 34 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 13)
14 (RE-ENTRY) : Trey Pearson - Love Is Love (LW: - / WO: 4 / PEAK: 14)
15 (+ 12) : La Prohibida - Baloncesto (LW: 27 / WO: 17 / PEAK: 03)
16 (+ 2) : PJ Brennan - Tease (LW: 18 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 18)
PJ Brennan is well known for his role as Doug Carter in the British television soap opera Hollyoaks.
17 (- 5) : Bobby Newberry - Up (LW: 12 / WO: 4 / PEAK: 12)
18 (- 5) : Neon Trees - Feel Good (LW: 13 / WO: 14 / PEAK: 10)
After a break for his first solo album "Excommunication", Tyler Glenn goes back with his band for a new song.
19 (NEW) : Superfruit - Keep Me Coming (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 19)
20 (- 14) : P!nk - What About Us (LW: 06 / WO: 13 / PEAK: 01 (x3))
The music video includes audio contents from the tragic events in Charlottesville for denouncing the hate speeches from the supremacist movements, and shows several people dancing under the intimidating eye of the authorities, including two men together.
21 (NEW) : Dannii Minogue - Galaxy (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 21)
She's back after ten years of break with a song composed by Sia.
22 (- 2) : LP - No Witness (LW: 20 / WO: 11 / PEAK: 18)
This is the sixth single taken from the album "Lost on You".
23 (+ 3) : Alfie Arcuri - Love is Love (LW: 26 / WO: 6 / PEAK: 19)
The Australian singer took position with this song for the YES in the Australian Marriage Law Postal Survey. 61,6% of the 12,7 millions people who voted said YES to mariage equality. A law will be debate before the end of the year.
24 (- 14) : Alvin Point - Il a dit (LW: 10 / WO: 60 / PEAK: 01 (x4))
The first single of the French singer is talking about a romantic gay love story. The title means "he said".
25 (NEW) : Bilal Hassani - House Down (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 25)
Several young French YouTubers are featuring in his new music video.
26 (+ 14) : G&D (Geez & DIK) - Freelove (LW: 40 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 40)
There are several straight, gay, lesbian and bi couples making love in this music video.
27 (- 19) : GAREK - Stray (LW: 08 / WO: 57 / PEAK: 01 (x2))
The single taken from the album "Take the King" is a conversation with his 8-year-old self about accepting who he is, the talk he wishes he had as a child, because he "spent so many years hating [himself] because [he] listened to the voices around [him] saying that people like [him] were disgusting".
28 (+ 18) : Larva - For Ruy (censored version) (LW: 46 / WO: 4 / PEAK: 28)
Larva is a Mexican openly gay heavy metal band. The uncensored version, only for adults because of its raw sex content, is now also available on YouTube.
29 (- 12) : Madblush - My Radio (LW: 17 / WO: 5 / PEAK: 05)
Taken from the album "Cactus".
30 (NEW) : Hercules & Love Affair feat. Rouge Mary - Rejoice (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 30)
31 (+ 4) : Kevin Chomat - Un homme à terre (LW: 35 / WO: 41 / PEAK: 01 (x3))
In this single, the French singer is talking about infidelity, with his boyfriend who cheated on him.
32 (- 16) : Myckael SG - John vs Angela (LW: 16 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 16)
33 (NEW) : Silvia y Karmen - ¿Me regalas un ratito? (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 33)
Mexico
34 (- 19) : Michele Bravi - Tanto Per Cominciare (LW: 15 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 15)
35 (NEW) : Luke Million feat. Sam Sparro - Back To The Rhythm (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 35)
This collaboration is an occasion to rediscover Sam Sparro and his hit track "Black and Gold".
36 (NEW) : Mademoiselle K - SICK (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 36)
37 (- 7) : Brian Justin Crum - Wild Side (LW: 30 / WO: 2 / PEAK: 30)
38 (NEW) : Adam Joseph feat. Peppermint - Thirsty (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 38)
39 (NEW) : Seann Miley Moore - We in Luv (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 39)
40 (- 19) : Cub Sport - Chasin' (LW: 21 / WO: 5 / PEAK: 11)
This is the second single of the album "Bats" from the Australian band.
41 (NEW) : KLUBBB3 - Das Leben tanzt Sirtaki (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 41)
The new track of the schlager band with Flemish member Christoff.
42 (RE-ENTRY) : Kim Petras - I Don't Want It At All (LW: - / WO: 3 / PEAK: 27)
This is the debut single of the young German transgender singer, with a featuring with Paris Hilton in the music video.
43 (NEW) : STORM3 - Ga Ga Ga (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 43)
44 (NEW) : Dyan Tai - Up in the Air (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 44)
45 (- 14) : Hayley Kiyoko - Feelings (LW: 31 / WO: 5 / PEAK: 04)
The singer flirts with another woman while she’s dancing in her new music video.
46 (NEW) : Christoff - Door Jou (Nieuw Geluk) (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 46)
This is the new single of the Flemish schlager singer.
47 (NEW) : Superfruit feat. Amber Liu - Fantasy (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 47)
48 (NEW) : Casey Breves - I’ll Sing To You (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 48)
49 (NEW) : Uncle Meg & John Debt - Winning It Or Losing It (LW: - / WO: 1 / PEAK: 49)
50 (- 22) : Oscar and the Wolf - Runaway (LW: 28 / WO: 3 / PEAK: 19)
Max Colombie,aka Oscar and the Wolf, is an out singer. Billboard has included this track in their top 30 gay love songs last October.
ALSO NEW THIS WEEK
Tiziano Ferro - Il Mestiere Della Vita
Sieneke - Wat Mij Is Overkomen
The singer describes how she didn't realized she felt in love with a gay man.
JOEY - Temporary Love
Madblush - Piscando Assim
Felix and the Future - Karen
Bebe Huxley - Scorpio
MisterWives - Oh Love
Candy Ken feat. Trashh - Instalove
Deadlift Lolita - 【筋肉】No More Tears
LP - Muddy Waters (A Night At The McKittrick Hotel)
Christophe Willem - Nos balles perdues (Session acoustique)
Kele Okereke - Do U Right (Acoustic)
Michele Bravi - Medley a X Factor Italia - Live Show 3
For those who can't watch the music video, here is a live performance of the song.
Jack & Joel - The Edge of Heaven! | Live Shows | The X Factor 2017
This is a cover of George Michael. Jack is gay and Joel (with the glasses) is straight, and both are best mates.
Christmas Queens - Let It Snow
The drag queens will be on tour in the USA and the UK this December.
Mark Feehily - Merry Christmas Baby (Official Audio)
Parson James - Only You (Lyric Video)
Todrick Hall, J.Fla, Mario Bautista, Samantha Harvey, Clara Marz - Come Together | Justice League
See you next week and don’t forget to vote for your best LGBTQA music videos ! Here are the rules :
1 ) You can vote for many videos as you want under the videos on YouTube in the comment section. It could be recent or past music videos, which must provide at least one among the following conditions:
- the music video has LGBTQA related content, in the lyrics or the music video
- the artist is LGBTQA, an LGBTQA icon or eventually ally
- LGBTQA medias talked about it.
2 ) You can’t vote more than 3 songs of a same artist per week.
3 ) In case of an artist who receive votes mostly by a fan base, we will count only one song, in a limited time of 10 weeks of presence in the top.
4 ) You can vote with only one account.
5 ) If you make 5 votes or less, your first vote will represent 5 points, your second vote 4 points, etc… until your last vote and following 1 point. If you make 6 to 10 votes, your first vote will represent 10 points, your second vote 9 points, etc… If you make more than 10 votes, your first vote will represent 20 points, your second vote 19 points, etc…
6 ) People who make 1 to 5 votes form the amateur ranking, those who make 6 to 10 votes form the fan ranking, those who make more than 10 votes form the expert ranking. We form the jury ranking. And we count now the ranking of minutes of views of our weekly playlist of the previous week. The Gay Music Chart is the addition of the five charts. In case of equality, the number of votes and the dates of votes will count.
7 ) The votes will close on Thursday, 8 PM, European time.
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