#his sexuality is something i feel 99% sure about but at the end of the day we all know so little about him
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rice purity - lip gallagher
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lip gallagher x reader, friends to lovers, hickeys, talk of sex, weed, shotgunning
PART TWO is out!!!
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it started out as a joke. as most things with lip normally did. we had been marking off our rice purity tests, each of us in turn, and showing the other everything we’d done or hadn’t done, issuing gasps and mock cries of disbelief from both of us.
we were sitting on the faithful old couch in my bedroom, lip holding up his phone and checking off numbers left and right with me leaning over and watching in awe. lip was just about in the middle of the quiz, number 37: gave oral sex. i watched, mesmerized as he tapped the little box to the left of the question, indicating that he had, in fact, gone down on a girl.
i faked a gasp and he looked at me, a smug smile on his face. i mostly faked the gasp to look like i really didn’t care, but in reality, i was trying to push away the image of a sweaty lip, looking up at me from between my legs.
“so gentlemanly, phillip,” i teased.
he nudged me in the arm. “what can i say? im a sucker for giving,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at me.
i feigned gagging before responding. “so you’re saying you’ve actually succeeded at making a girl cum? because i’m quite doubtful.” i deadpanned.
“hey,” he said, matching my serious expression and leaning forward further. “if you don’t believe me, i can always try it on you. then you can judge for yourself.”
i stared at him for a moment, attempting to register what he’d said, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. trying to make a quick recovery from my shock, i pushed his face away from mine playfully. “in your dreams, gallagher.”
he muttered something that sounded awfully like, “in your dreams, too.”
“what’s that?” i cupped my ear towards him.
“oh absolutely nothing. let’s finish this bullshit so i can see yours,” lip retorted.
and so it went, lip checking off almost every box, except for some regarding breaking the law. when he reached number 70, had sexual intercourse 10 or more times, i shifted uncomfortably, leaning my head against his shoulder.
we both knew that i was a virgin, while he was a self proclaimed “sex genius.” i wasn’t too sure about that, but it in no way helped my wandering daydreams of him when i touched myself.
i’d been friends with lip for years, and he’d never exactly been innocent. those past few years especially, though, he’d grown a bit more into the fuckboy lifestyle, and had been rumored to just fuck girls and leave before they even woke up the next morning.
this was one of the reasons i’d never made a move on him before, even though he was glaringly gorgeous and crazy smart. i was scared i’d lose him.
another reason was all of his experience and my lack thereof. i had no confidence that he’d even want to do anything with me; i was almost sure that he’d reject the idea of fucking a virgin, hypothesizing that i’d become irrevocably attached to him and never want to leave his side.
of course, i’d never talked to HIM about any of this, so it was all really speculation from my point of view.
however, not two minutes after i’d had these thoughts, i watched him check off number 84, had sex with a virgin, that blush crawling right back up my neck.
the rest of the list went smoothly, lip checking off almost every sexual experience the quiz had to offer before we both grimaced at the two unchecked boxes at the end of the test: numbers 99 and 100, committed an act of incest and engaged in beastiality.
“you know what, come to think of it, i almost fucked my cousin once,” lip said thoughtfully, turning to look at me. “third cousin. not even related by blood!” he added defensively, staring at my shocked face.
“lip. how the hell did you almost fuck your cousin?” i questioned skeptically, laughing at his expression.
“long story short: there was a wedding, there was champagne, and there was an empty hotel suite.” he said, sighing, as i laughed.
“interesting,” i told him. “let’s get your final score, shall we?”
he nodded in approval, and clicked the calculate my score box. a large red 38 appeared on the screen. i goggled at the number while lip laughed at my incredulous expression.
“did you think it would be higher?” he asked, smiling at me.
“i mean— i didn’t really know what to expect,” i defended, still shocked by the number.
“aw. after all the time you’ve known me, you still thought i was innocent just like you.” he said, tapping me on the nose for good measure.
i shoved his hand away. “i know for a fact that you aren’t innocent, especially by whatever standards you’re using.” i pulled out my own phone, but lip stole it from me as soon as i’d typed in the password.
i let him find the rice purity website, watching his hands work, knowing
those hands would visit my imagination later.
i was cleared of my daydreaming when he handed me the phone, this time laying his own head on my shoulder, a warm, tumbly feeling tossing over in my throat. i cleared it and began reading the questions.
i got through the first four questions without checking off a box, my face stinging as i checked the next two boxes that referred to kissing someone. lip gasped beside me and rose off my shoulder.
“you never told me you had your first kiss?” he said, a glint of hurt in his eye.
“i— i didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” i lied.
“it definitely is. for you at least,” he smiled as i shoved him again. “tell me what happened.” he implored, looking at me like a puppy.
i sighed. “lip, honestly, it was no big deal. remember last summer i went to camp for two weeks?” he nodded his confirmation.
“worst two weeks of my life,” he said quietly.
“well. i met this guy, you know jack thomas?” again, lip nodded, his face telling me to go on. “well there was a lot of flirting, honestly most of it was flirting, but at the end of camp, on the last night, he took me to the lake and i expected this big, wonderful kiss, but it was so lame. he said, ‘you’re so awesome,’ and then i guess he kissed me. but it was less of a kiss and more of him licking my lips, pretending he knew what he was doing.” i paused, looking at lip’s face. he hadn’t looked away from me once. “and then we left camp and he never texted. the end.” i finished lamely. lip was registering the story, something like relief settling into his features.
“i always knew jack thomas was a dick,” lip said unceremoniously, looking off into space as if he were imagining jack’s face in front of him.
“well that’s the story, sorry it’s absolutely boring. especially compared to what you’ve done,” i added, testing the boundaries.
“you’re right. i’ve done much worse,” he grinned at me. “but i’ve never been kissed by a boy, so you’ve got me there.” he teased.
“more like licked by a boy,” i rolled my eyes at him.
“well in that case i’ve definitely got you beat. growing up with carl? no question.”
“alright gallagher, get ahold of yourself,” i laughed at him. i kept moving down the list, trying to make light of the fact that i had done nearly nothing on there. once i had passed number 11, given or received a hickey, lip stopped me by grabbing my phone from my hand.
“dude,” he started seriously. “not even a hickey?”
i shook my head, a weak smile set on my face.
he looked as though he was lost in thought for a moment. “what if i help you lower your score?” he asked, searching my eyes.
i widened my stare, my heart hammering. “meaning…?” i implored.
“meaning, let’s do some things on here that you’ve never done. so you can check them off.” lip explained, gesticulating like it was obvious.
i thought for a moment, the glaringly obvious set in my head: he had initially just offered to do anything to me, if i wanted to. “sure,” i said, trying to seem casual.
“is it a ‘sure’ or is it a ‘yes’? because i’m not doing it if it’s not completely what you want,” he told me.
“yes, lip, it’s a yes.”
he smiled a devilish smile. “okay first things first, a hickey. it’s easy,” he assured me. “can i give one to you or do you want to do it to me?” he asked.
“definitely do it to me. i’m sure you’re way more skilled at hickeys than i am.” i responded.
“if you wanna stop at any point, just let me know and i’ll back the fuck off.” he reminded me. i nodded in response.
he moved my hair from my neck, my heartbeat quickening as he placed his hand around the back of it. “hey,” he said, his mouth awfully close to my ear. “i haven’t even done it yet. your heart’s beating like a fucking jackrabbit.”
“god this is fucking embarrassing. just fucking do it!” i laughed nervously, awaiting his mouth on my neck.
he moved in even closer, and i could smell his scent: fresh wood and that everlasting cigarette smell that i could never get out of my room once he left. all of a sudden his lips were on my neck, a little below my ear, sucking and nipping with his teeth. i was absolutely sure he could hear my heartbeat, it was pounding so loud.
i wasn’t sure what to do with my hands, so i moved one of them on top of his hand that was gripping the back of my neck, and massaged his fingers. i felt his breath hitch against my skin when i did this, and he pulled away just enough to whisper in my ear, “didn’t know my innocent girl knew what she wanted.”
i exhaled slowly. my innocent girl.
his lips kept on sucking a mark into my skin, and my other hand leapt to his hair, massaging it and feeling its softness. i leaned into him as he pulled away to admire his work. i let out a little “fuck,” as he met my eyes again, his lips glistening and a devious smile playing on his face.
“well princess. you can check that off the list,” he said, casually picking my phone back up to, i presumed, check it off the list. i cleared my throat and turned away, remembering that this was just a game to him. that was okay with me, i just had to remember it.
“don’t call me that,” i turned back, and realized that the list was on my phone, and he’d picked up his. “what the hell are you doing, lip?” i questioned, covering my face bashfully as he held up his own phone to take my picture.
“well, you have to see it, otherwise it definitely doesn’t count.” he pointed out.
i sighed and removed my hands from my face, turning my neck outwards towards his camera and striking a pose. he grinned and flashed the photo, then showed it to me. i blushed. below my ear there was a red mark, and i felt a twinge of nerves pass through my heart.
“beautiful work, gallagher, really wonderful,” i said, mimicking a gallery snob. “how much do you want for it? one million? two million?”
“oh no, this is priceless, this is,” he said, matching my tone and motioning towards the hickey in question.
i laughed at him as i grabbed my phone again and found my place in the quiz. “would you like to do the honors?” i said, showing the phone to lip, who had once again leaned his head onto my shoulder. he pressed the little box next to number 11, given or received a hickey, and smiled up at me.
“what’s next, princess?”
“god damn it, i told you not to call me that.” i reminded him, not fully hating it.
“ah, princess, i just don’t care.”
i went through the next five questions with no boxes to be checked, until i hit number 17, masturbated. i smirked, checking off that box with confidence, while i felt lip smile into my shoulder.
“at least the princess can take care of herself,” he mumbled.
“oh i absolutely can. you’d be surprised the miracles these fingers can work,” i said, wiggling two of my fingers at him in jest. i watched as he blushed. he actually blushed.
“did you just blush?” i asked.
“well you can’t give me an extremely graphic scene and except me not to imagine it,” he retorted, the pink in his cheeks subsiding as he got his gusto back.
“so you’re saying you just imagined me fingering myself. real classy, lip.” i teased, secretly loving the idea of it.
he opened his mouth as if in protest, but i put a finger to his lips. “shhhhh my dear lip. i’ve heard what i needed to hear.”
i kept scrolling, occasionally marking a box about masturbating. lip stayed silent, apparently in awe at how much i’ve done by myself.
“hey, i can help with that one,” he said, pointing at number 25, been undressed by member of preferred sex.
“why, yes you can. good thing you can read.”
he rolled his eyes. “tell me you’re wearing a bra under that shirt,” he begged.
“you really don’t want to see me shirtless?” i teased, this time tapping him on the nose.
“i don’t think you want me to see you shirtless,” lip replied, his eyes wide. “but maybe i’m wrong about you, princess.”
trying to disregard what that meant, i responded quick. “all you have to do is take my top off. quick and easy, and technically that’s undressing me.”
“whatever you say,” he said, sitting up and watching me with those perfect eyes. i watched as he softly tugged on the hem of my tank top, easily pulling it up and over my head. i let my hair fall back into place, and once i’d looked back up, lip was staring at me with an expression of utmost hunger.
he immediately looked away, apparently embarrassed to have been caught staring. “oh come on, lip. you’ve seen my body before.”
“i know, just,” he paused, considering his words carefully. “not like this.”
i blushed, rubbing my eyes to make it look like i’d made my face pink on purpose. i picked up my phone once again, finding my place. before lip could even say anything about number 30, i said, “i’m not giving you blue balls, so don’t even think about it.”
he looked scandalized. “i wasn’t even going to suggest that, princess. what little faith you have in me.”
i rolled my eyes, and handed him the phone. i moved down the couch and lay my head on his lap. “read them to me. i’ll tell you if i’ve done them.”
“had an orgasm due to someone else’s manipulation?” he asked.
“nope.”
“sent a sexually explicit text or instant message.”
“yes, actually.”
“dirty girl!” lip laughed. “who was the lucky recipient?”
“ugh, does it matter? obviously nothing came of it.”
“alright, alright. but what did you say?” he asked curiously.
i covered my eyes with my hand. “let’s just say it had something to do with a dream. and leave it at that.” i said, embarrassed.
“that gives me absolutely no information.” lip complained.
“that’s what you’re getting! check it off and move on.”
we had smooth sailing for a while, me giggling every time lip asked about anything sexual, us both knowing full well that i hadn’t done anything.
“used marijuana?” lip read.
“no,” i sighed for the hundredth time. instead of continuing, lip stopped.
he lowered the phone and gazed at me on his lap. “this i can help with.” he said confidently. “sit up a second?” he asked.
i did, gazing at him as he fumbled in his jeans pocket for something, finally pulling out an obviously self-rolled joint. “you’re gonna waste your weed on me?” i asked, and i meant it.
“not wasting anything,” he assured me, fishing around his other pocket for a lighter, which he soon retrieved. “i’ll show you.”
i watched him light the joint, watched the focus in his eyes, his fingers looking ever enticing doing something so nimble. he looked back up at me. “suck it in, but don’t inhale it. once it’s in your mouth, take a breath and let it go down.”
he demonstrated, putting the joint to his lips and slowly sucking in, letting it fill his mouth. he daintily took the joint out and took a deep, slow breath through his nose, easily inhaling the smoke. i watched him turn his head and blow it out the open window, ensuring no smoke waft in my room.
i was surely blushing, watching him do something he was so good at, but he payed no mind. “your turn,” he said, passing me the joint.
he nodded encouragingly, and repeated his instructions. “suck it in, just like that,” he said as i let the smoke fill my mouth. it was slightly sweet and incredibly strong. i couldn’t help it, i inhaled a tiny bit and started coughing up a storm. once i’d coughed up the rest of the smoke, i saw lip wasn’t making fun of me, but laughing and smiling. “first time’s always the hardest,” he assured me.
“i wanna try again,” i said boldly, putting the joint back up to my mouth.
“of course you’re trying again. i’m not leaving until you’ve successfully inhaled.”
i tried once more, sucking in the smoke slowly, letting the taste linger a little before taking a slow, deep breath, just as lip had, and feeling the fresh air mixed with the weed flood down my throat. i leaned over him and shakily exhaled out of the window, then turned back as he watched my proudly.
“and that’s how it’s done, ladies and gentlemen!” lip exclaimed, taking the joint back from me.
i made a mock bow and watched him gracefully take another hit. maybe it was the weed, or maybe i was just sick of waiting and watching him be perfect, but i said, “you know what i always wanted to try?”
“hm?” he inquired, flicking the joint so the ashes fell outside my window.
“shotgunning.” i held my breath, waiting for his response.
“then i absolutely must indulge,” lip confirmed, smiling wide. “come here,” he motioned for me to move closer to him. i did, my legs hanging across his lap as our faces drew ever nearer.
“you ready?” he asked. i nodded, eager beyond eager.
he slowly took a hit, inhaled, and moved closer to my face. his lips were less than a centimeter from mine, and i opened my mouth in anticipation. his unoccupied hand found the side of my head, and gripping my cheek, he opened his mouth and exhaled into my own, his eyes closed as if in pleasure.
i sucked in the smoke, pulling back from him, only to inhale and exhale right onto his face, watching his nose scrunch to prevent the smoke from traveling up his nostrils.
he opened his eyes, and finally said the words i’d been waiting to hear for years.
“can i kiss you?”
PART TWO click here
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But what does that mean, exactly?
The ribbon was a test to see if someone was ready for something.
If you can complete the test, you're ready for more. No matter how quickly you accomplish it.
Gwyn is completely focused on accomplishing the task.
Gwyn not only achieves exactly what she set out to to do (going so far as to practice when everyone else is sleeping) but...
She achieved with a warriors spirit and didn't treat it like it was just a game.
So then what does it mean when Nesta tells Az he's Gwyn's new ribbon?
Az and Cassian laid down a challenge for the Valkyries, then he and Cassian stood off to the side smiling when they knew it was going to be difficult for them to achieve. But it was only Az that Gwyn taunted in response.
Nesta didn't say the obstacle was the new ribbon, she said Az was which to me means that Gwyn will be approaching him with the same determination she did the ribbon.
First off, we're told that it doesn't matter how quickly something is achieved, when you're ready you're ready "even if they'd only been training for a little while". That's for all the Gwynriel haters who claim she couldn't be ready for a sexual relationship when it's time for her book because of how "kinky" Az is.
Second, Az is closed off, he really doesn't open up to anyone (even Cassian), he believes no one could accept his darkness. There's a line that says only Mor was able to get Az to say anything after badgering him. So Gwyn, with a single minded focus when it came to the ribbon, is not going to be put off by Azriel's challenging and quiet nature. Gwyn doesn't care how difficult something is, she's not deterred and she'll get him to open up one way or another.
Third, though she's competitive and enjoys taking on the challenge, she doesn't treat it lightly. She didn't cut the ribbon and break down into giggles as if it were all just a game. She was serious about having achieved what she set out to do and continued her pursuit of wanting to become a Valkyrie.
Lucien once said of Jesminda:
She had teased him, taunted him—seduced him so thoroughly that he hadn’t wanted anything but her.
I know people try to twist the Gwyn narrative, that her singing has lured and seduced the good guys but that is NOT how SJM writes the best friends of her main characters. It was clear from the start that Ianthe wasn't a true friend to Feyre. It was obvious Maeve wasn't likeable from her first moments on page.
Az chased Mor and he was the one to initiate the near kiss with Elain (I'm pretty sure she would have never taken control of the situation with him) but SJM likes the girl in charge for the first time. Feyre initiated her first kiss with Rhys. Nesta grabbed Cassian and pulled him to her. Rowan waited for Aelin to kiss him and we have the same with Quinlar. Lucien's POV clearly demonstrates he enjoyed Jesminda's pursuit of him.
"Seducing" a love interest isn't a bad thing in certain context, in ACOMAF, Feyre wonders why Rhys never seduced her with looks and smiles (and Rhys was a SA victim too). She wanted that from him. So Gwyn pursuing Az doesn't make her evil, it makes her 99% of every guy's dream, especially one who has never had a female chase after him.
Az might be Gwyns new ribbon, she might be the one to taunt and tease him and maybe she'll be the one to pursue him (especially when we know Az is aware of her history) but Gwyns character has shown that she's not flighty. She commits to something and once accomplished, she focuses on how to get better.
By the end of SF, she is still committed to becoming a Valkyrie as it's confirmed Az and Cassian compiled a list of things they did wrong in the Rite.
If Az is Gwyns new ribbon, there's little chance she's not going to succeed 🤷
Elain might have had a real crush on Az or maybe she was just trying to prove to herself she could feel something for someone other than her mate (It's doubtful she's not drawn to Lucien though I think she's trying to pretend she's not). But in the end, she easily walked away from whatever happened on Solstice and there was zero indication it was a struggle for her to do that (versus the very obvious tension filled reactions she and Lucien have toward one another).
It's not that Elain isn't capable of fighting for someone and she's definitely a worthy someone to be had but we're not going to see it until she's with the right person. And the author has already made it clear which of the two females is going to be all in with Az.
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Public Figures Owe You Nothing
Same thing, different fandom. Now, my first soiree into internet fandom was Glee nearly fifteen years ago. Given insane popularity of the show and one of their two main couples, Klaine, and Darren Criss being a straight man, I am no stranger to the "only gay (out) queer actors should play queer roles" argument.
I don't necessarily disagree completely. Queer actors should be highlighted in queer roles. But guess what, the film industry is shit.
Not everyone is out, can afford to be out, is ready to come out publicly, or cares to have anyone in their business. There is a huge number of fans who are way too invested in the parasocial relationships with their "favs" and cross lines.
It's a tale as old as time. Darren Criss' now wife, Mia (Swier), was mercilessly harassed online and honestly in person. I distinctly remember people MAILING her things. There was an incredible amount of hate directed towards her because SHE wasn't a HE and a group of fans were hellbent that he and Chris Colfer were secretly in a relationship, even though both were happily in their own relationships. (Both of them are actually still IN those relationships and I love that for them.)
Someone gave Dannell Ackles (wife of Jensen Ackles) a gift at an event. When she reached it she was cut by a bunch of rusty hooks in a fucking voodoo doll.
One of the NSYNC members (I can't remember if it were Chris or Joey) ended up being broken up with by their partner at the time because of the amount of hate they were getting.
This came up because someone said on instagram that they "will not be watching [RWRB]" because [Taylor and Nicholas] "are not out" and "they are gay for pay". So, me being me, says to them that the actors owe you nothing. Their sexuality/gender identity is no one's concern but their own.
Also, it was really disgusting what alot of Heartstopper did to Kit. He's just a baby and they strong armed him to coming out before he was ready and made him feel like he had to justify it. Cruel irony being that it's the exact opposite of the point of the books, and exact opposite of his character. I'll never forgive them for what they did to my son.
I went on to tell them that Hollywood is shit. It's homophobic, racist, sexist, xenophobic, transphobic, everything phobic. They like beautiful and handsome, classically beautiful, white, straight actors that fit into their perfect mold. As soon as actors come out they get type cast, lose rolls (because how could a homosexual portray intimacy with a woman? It's not like they are actors or anything). I, of course, got blocked because they didn't agree with me and that's fine.
Did you know that many actors in the union don't even make the $26,000 a year that is required to qualify for health insurance? Most actors are working class. Yes, many acquire a net worth, but it's honestly one huge disaster from losing what they have. The median salary for actors in the US is about 60K a year. So why would a working class actor or even a upper middle class actor, want to potentially dismantle their career trajectory by telling something that is really no one's concern anyway?
Not everyone wants to be stuck in a Ryan Murphy rotation. Maybe once we get more queer film and show makers and Hollywood execs start to fuck off we'll get more. I'm 99% sure that RWRB is the ONLY gay romcom without underlying trauma porn. The only other one that comes close is a Christmas movie.
Actors are still human and deserve privacy. They owe fans nothing. Their partners deserve privacy. If they are queer good for them. If they are not, good for them. But fans don't get to dictate who comes out and when. So yes, we want more queer actors in queer roles, but we don't get to decide if the ones who are not open get to have these roles. Sometimes it is who is best for the role.
As far as RWRB: Neither Taylor nor Nicholas have ever made any public statements on their sexuality and are both private people when it comes to their relationships. It's really goofy that people think it's an appropriate question to ASK them personally. Interview or not.
All that matters to me is that they killed that online and the characters they acted were madly in love with each other.
Moral of the story: they can want someone and love some one and not want that life for them. Neil Patrick Harris and David Burtka were together for three years before they came out and that's when NPH came out - at 34 on his terms, as it should be. Some people really missed the message of the book; that queer people deserve to come out when and how THEY want to.
/Ted Talk
#rwrb#red white royal blue#red white royal blue movie#taylor zakhar perez#nicholas galitzine#queer identities#parasocial relationships#fans being goofy#fans#fandom#fandom culture#lgbtq#coming out#hollywood#actors#mind your business#seriously#it's no one's business who they're with#be better#rant
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Firstly, MA’AM NO you are not an idiot, tumblr is crazy dumb and eats asks all the time!
Secondly, shiiiiiit that fic got me messed up in the best way possible! 🫢 angry Matt is just 😏 dragging reader up by the throat? 🤤 the line “if he could just make it to heaven tonight he could leave hell behind” was powerful! And the safe word being Red of all things? Amazing. Reader being so gentle with him afterwards? 🥺 Double amazing. And don’t even get me started on the sensory overload part! That happens to me and it’s awful. “The Matt Whisperer” was great too! Thank you for writing this! 😘😘
The other request was much less sad 😅 reader and Matt are being goofs and playing “hide n seek and chase” in his stupidly large apartment and reader is really confident in their ability to hide and run from ‘blind’ Matty but Matt’s got the heightened senses thing going for him and maybe Matt’s taunting reader and saying… things… to get reader flustered? 🙃😬🙃
AHHHHH i'm so glad you enjoyed it nonnie 🥺 I totally feel you on that. I get sensory overload all the time with my anxiety and it is literally one of the worst feelings ever and makes me wanna bang my head against a wall. thank you so much for the request!
and thank you for this one too! I was like 99% sure that's what the request was for and I had already started writing it but then I couldn't find it and I panicked and was like WAIT FUCK WHAT WAS IT. so AGAIN, I hope this is what you were looking for. this one is a little bit shorter bc my brain just no worky worky lately but if you'd like a part 2 or anything please let me know! I just really wanted to get this out bc I promised at least 3 posts for my little celebration thingy so thank you again so much for the requests! ❤️
warning: contains explicit sexual content. as always, minors please dni. if you'd like to read this lovely nonnie's other req, you can find it here. ✨
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[part two]
hide & seek.
It had started off as a joke initially. You and Matt were a few beers and tequila shots deep at Josie’s, which always had you feeling more brave and confident than usual. It also brought out your competitive side, which is how you ended up taunting the devil and boastfully striking up a bet that he couldn’t catch you in a game of hide and seek. Matt’s brows had ridden considerably up his forehead in surprise, his head cocked to the side as he studied you with that goddamn smirk curling at the edge of his mouth in a beckoning manner, clearly amused that you were serious.
You should’ve known better. Matt was extremely competitive by nature, but when he was challenged and had something to prove? Not even God could stand in his way. He also had the advantage of his heightened senses, which put you having regular sight to shame. The man could literally tell when you were lying about how many cups of coffee you had actually had that day, when you changed your shampoo or body wash even if it was a subtle difference, and most of the time opened the door before you even had a chance to raise your fist to knock because he could hear you coming from three blocks away. That’s not even counting all the times he had caught you before you had a chance to trip over whatever you had missed in your path, or a curb that surely hadn’t always been there. He told you once that he could find you anywhere in the world, just by your scent alone, and you believed him. So why had you agreed to this?
Oh. That’s right. Because of the stakes. Matt had a few rules for your little game. One, you had to play in the dark. To make it fair, he had insisted. Two, you would play in the safety of his apartment, which you argued was another unfair advantage. But you knew it almost as well as he did at this point, and it was spacious and away from…prying eyes. Because rule number three? You’d both be playing naked. He hadn’t even attempted to make up an excuse for that rule. He strictly wanted you naked so that it would be easier to claim his prize.
The game was simple. If you won, Matt had to take you away for a weekend to a secluded cabin upstate. No daredeviling. No distractions. No clothes. Just the two of you, a hot tub, an actual tub, a fireplace, and a very large bed. If Matt won, you agreed to let him tie you up and deprive you of some of your senses, and let him see just how many times he could make you come in one night. Needless to say you both won either way, and you were nearly positive Matt would win. But, that didn’t mean you weren’t going to make him earn his victory.
You tampered with the thermostat, trying to find a temperature just in the right space between cold and warm to make sure you weren’t shivering or sweltering. You showered with Matt’s shampoo and body wash, hoping it would throw him off your scent a bit. Trying to tame your excitement and nerves, you helped yourself to two double shots of tequila, hoping it would dull your heartbeat to a more inconspicuous pace. There were still a few hours left before Matt promised to be home from patrol, giving you a head start on finding a hiding spot without him hearing your every movement. He tried to make it fair, as fair as he could anyway, when you both knew the inevitable outcome. A part of you felt ridiculous, trying to hide from the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen himself, knowing exactly what he was capable of. But a bigger part of you was excited for the exact same reason.
With just an hour to spare, you made sure to pace every square inch of Matt’s apartment, leaving your intermingling scents in as many spaces as possible to buy yourself some more time. Even though you had all but accepted your defeat, you didn’t want it to be over so quickly. After all, the chase was the aphrodisiac leading up to all the fun. You had settled on hiding in a cabinet beside the stove in the kitchen just wide enough for you to fit in that was close to a closet containing the water heater, hoping that would help conceal your body temperature. It was a spot you figured would be the last on Matt’s list to look, and it would get him on his knees. A win-win for you.
Matt shut the door to the roof that led down into the apartment a little louder than usual to signal to you wherever you were that he was home. You could faintly hear him shedding his boots, gloves, and suit as they were discarded on the worn wooden steps behind him. You tried your hardest not to let your heart run wild as silence filled your ears, hoping the noise of the water heater would drown you out just a little bit. You couldn’t hear Matt moving around, and you momentarily regretted your choice in hiding spots since you couldn’t see him. Although, that might have made it worse for you. If you could see him coming closer, your heartbeat would no doubt give you away.
“Showered with my stuff, huh? Clever girl. But do you really think that’s going to save you, sweetheart? You really think you can outsmart the Devil?”
You had to close your eyes as Matt’s coarse voice cut through the silence. Matt knew how much of an effect his voice had on you, especially when he used his Daredevil voice. You didn’t even have to confess it. He had figured it out one night, while you were at Josie’s with Foggy and Karen, playing a game of pool on opposing teams. He had been teasing you relentlessly the entire night, his flirtatious comments getting more and more obscene to see just how far he could push you until you were begging him to drag you into the bathroom and fuck you shamelessly right there. Ever since that night, he used that knowledge to his advantage, making them a permanent part of foreplay.
“It’s cute you know, that you think you have a chance. Can’t say I don’t admire your efforts. But we both know I’m going to get what I want. Don’t we angel?”
His words sent a chill down your spine, and you instantly regret not making a rule of your own that Matt wasn’t allowed to talk. You couldn’t tell if he was actually having a hard time figuring out where you were hiding and was trying to get you worked up so he could draw you out that way, or if he was just genuinely enjoying fucking with you. Knowing him, it was the latter. Matt loved to tease you. He loved to get you needy for him, adored the way his name rolled off your tongue as you begged for mercy or more.
“C’mon sweetheart, don’t you wanna skip to the good part? Don’t you wanna let me make you feel good? If you give up now, I’ll have you coming in two minutes, tops. I promise.”
Squeezing your eyes shut tightly, you clamped your hand over your mouth as a shudder wracked through you. He wasn’t lying. You both knew that. There had been plenty of times you’d had to pry him away, hopelessly trying to warn him that Foggy and Karen would be back any second, or that you were already ridiculously running late. But he would just flash you that signature devilish grin, roll up his sleeves or set you up on the closest surface, sometimes getting on his knees, and whisper a promise into your ear. Two minutes, angel. The memories flooding through your head had you pressing your thighs together, and you heard him chuckle darkly.
“Hm, I see you’re considering my offer. Or rather, I can smell it, I should say. Oh sweetheart, if you only knew what I had planned for you tonight. You’d be giving up without hesitation. Maybe I should give you a little preview, hm? Would you like that, pretty girl?”
You hated how cocky he sounded. The fucker knew exactly what he was doing. He was pulling out all the stops, using every pet name he knew you loved, lowering his voice even deeper than you thought possible. You could faintly hear him moving around, avoiding all the spots in the floor that creaked or groaned under weight to keep his location from you. His voice was never far though, and that made you nervous. Was he even looking for you? Or had he already found you, and was waiting for you to give up?
“First things first, one of us is going to be on our knees. Who’s first, all depends on you. See, if you surrender and promise you’ve learned your lesson, I’ll be on my knees first. I won’t tease, won’t make you wait. I’ll bury my face in that sweet cunt of yours until you come, and reward you like the good girl I know you can be. And you know that won’t be the only time tonight my face will be between those pretty thighs. You know how much I love the way you taste, sweetheart. But, if you continue to be stubborn, and make me come get you, then I’m going to fuck that little throat of yours until you’ve learned not to taunt the Devil.”
You bit back a moan as hard as you could, pressing your thighs even tighter together. Another low snicker tore through the silence, and you could feel your wetness coating your inner thighs. It made even more sense now why Matt wanted you to play naked. He didn’t want anything coveting the scent of your arousal. He wanted the pure experience of it. No textures of fabric or other scents in the way. Just you, and what he was doing to you.
He knew exactly where you were. There’s no way he didn’t. You had no clue if he had figured it out the second he stepped into the apartment but continued to go along with your little game, or if he figured it out the second he started talking. It didn’t matter either way. He knew, and you had a choice to make. You could come quietly, give in and give him what he wanted, and revel in the fact you knew he would take it easy on you tonight for your cooperation. Or, you could continue to be defiant, force him to find you, and deal with the delectable consequences knowing he would really let you have it tonight.
If you didn’t get to have what you wanted, why should he?
A few moments of silence passed as Matt waited for you to make your decision. A sinister tsk tsk tsk echoed in the quiet when you refused to move from your spot. The sound caused a grin to spread across your face.
“So that’s how you wanna play tonight? Alright, sweetheart. Just remember, you asked for this.”
There was a warning laced in Matt’s words, and it only made the slick between your thighs worse. You didn’t bother trying to steady your heartbeat anymore, allowing it to thud in your chest as you waited in anticipation. Your brows furrowed slightly as seconds ticked by in silence. You couldn’t hear Matt moving around at all, and your mind raced with possibilities of what he was doing. A squeal of surprise sounded from you as the cabinet door was suddenly ripped open, revealing crouched down on his knees in front of you. The obnoxious billboard outside the apartment window was glowing red, and the crimson shadow it cast over Matt’s face and the way it illuminated the downright wicked grin on his lips made you squirm.
Maybe you should have given in.
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Steve falls first but Eddie falls harder angst
(possibly with a happy ending)
Steve is crushing on Eddie. It was scary at first, because feelings for another guy, but he's gotten used to it and now that nice, bubbly, new crush feeling overpowers the fear. It also feels good because he's, like, 99% sure Eddie feels the same way. He always finds reasons to hang out with Steve, even in group settings, and he flirts a lot – he obviously likes Steve. And now that Steve has come to terms with his newfound sexuality he's ready to make the move.
Except.
Before he can, he gets in a situation where Eddie's attention is grabbed by someone else, and Steve finds himself with front-row tickets to Eddie flirting like that with someone else. Doing more with someone else. Maybe Eddie kisses someone during a CC gig (idea stolen from @bleedingoptimism's little fic – if you haven't read it yet I think you should, because it's an all pov inclusive, and Steve gets to be friends with the CC boys, and all the parts are bite-sized so you can breeze through it).
Or, if Eddie is gay and can't openly kiss another dude, maybe they're at a club and Steve notices them in a dark corner after they've flirted in front of him. Or he goes to Eddie’s home and finds them the morning after (after they spent the night flirting in front of him).
And he's fucking heartbroken. He was so sure Eddie felt the same. 100% sure, actually, he just said 99% to be modest. But, um. Seems he was wrong. He is wrong a lot.
He should move on.
He does that by putting distance between them. Nothing blatant. Just starts being too busy to hang out one on one, and having Robin be a buffer and a distraction that's permanently glued to his side when they're in a group.
But Eddie of course notices that his favorite guy is being weird around him. Why, though! Steve won't tell him, and neither will Robin (she's been downright icy lately). Wayne is likewise stumped (and as upset as Eddie, because he likes having Steve around). The kids have less of an idea why, because they didn't even realize something was going on. Nancy, Jonathan, and CC boys have noticed, but Steve doesn't talk to them.
It ends up being Argyle (observant king!) who connects the dots for Eddie. And oh! Oooooh! Steve likes him? Steve likes him? That's... That's amazing! Because now that he thinks about it, Eddie likes him too. How couldn't he!
Eddie rushes over to Steve. He's a bag of nerves, since they haven't really been together for some weeks and Steve looks great, but Eddie's got this. They talk it out, which mostly consists of Eddie explaining he finally realized why Steve has pulled away and apologizing for not getting it sooner. An embarrassed-to-have-been-caught Steve says it's fine, and also apologizes for the vanishing act. It's just, he needed it. He needed to get over it.
Eddie forgives him. Now they're on the same page and can be together. Steve frowns a little and says maybe they should keep being friends. This baffles Eddie. Steve likes him and he likes Steve; why not be together? Sure, they'll have to sneak around. Yes, it'll be dangerous. Of course, they-
Steve interrupts him. He folds his arms, but ends up hugging himself. Hunches his shoulders and tucks his chin, as if to hide.
"That's not it," Steve says quietly. "I got over it."
It's like a bucket of ice water on Eddie's head.
What does he mean? 'Over it'? How can he be over it? He likes Eddie.
So Steve explains that he was certain they had something, but seeing Eddie with someone else numbed the feelings a little? And now that he's gotten a few weeks to lick his wounds and deal with it he managed to get rid of them. He's over it.
This upsets Eddie. How the fuck can he just be over it. Eddie just figured this out and now Steve... that's not fair. Why didn't Steve talk to him about it?
Steve snaps back at him, angrily asking forgiveness for letting go of what appeared to be an ill-advised crush. Like, excuse him for trying to protect himself.
Eddie leaves, dejected.
Later, he's bemoaning the situation to Robin, who's finally stopped being cold to him. A good thing, because he likes talking to her and she's got that precious Steve-insight Eddie craves. He asks her if Steve was telling the truth. Because Eddie can't believe it. After all, Steve was hung up on Nancy for ages – how could he get over this so fast?
Robin tilts her head, eyeing him carefully.
"Yeah, but Eddie," she says. "You're not Nancy."
And, shit. He's not. He was never with Steve. They didn't move from infatuation to love. Hell, Steve and Nancy's romantic relationship, shortlived as it was, lasted longer than the time Steve and Eddie have been friends. 'Steve and Eddie' is a tiny blip compared to 'Steve and Nancy'. How the fuck could Eddie compare them?
The boys end up awkward for a while before eventually returning to being friends. They're cool again. Mostly. Because, uuuuuggggghhh, Eddie can't let go of things the way Steve obviously can. He gives himself 100% to his feelings. He buries himself in them. And soon enough he's in love. He's yearning. Nothing will happen, though.
Because he's not Nancy.
And Steve is over it.
Those who like the taste of pain can stop reading now.
Those who, like me, won't accept angst unless it ends happily:
They do get together in the end. Having been told that the feelings are reciprocated after all, and being shown it when Eddie mopes around and stares longingly at him from afar, like a sad pine, kinda reignites Steve's feelings. Or maybe just awakens them from their slumber because he wasn't quite so over it after all.
Because Eddie isn't Nancy. But he also isn't Heidi-Linda-Brenda, a pretty face to smile at for a dinner or two, trying it out before going 'nope, next'.
They're closer than that. They mean more to each other than that. And they're willing to put the effort into it.
So they do.
(Eddie is so fucking possessive at the start. His first real relationship that he almost missed out on? He's never letting go of Steve ever again.)
(Steve, who gives as good as he gets, loves it.)
#parts of this really made my heart hurt#being possessive and jealous is an unattractive trait in a partner but they're fictional so I don't care#also they can work on it and mellow out once they're settled and confident in the relationship#it's fine it's fine#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things headcanons#steddie headcanon#stranger things#my writing
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Not the type to do request but I’m doing it anyways b/c, why not?
So, Y/n (or whatever you want to call her) and Crosshair (or any clone) slept together, sort of a fling as Y/n doesn’t think much of it thinking Crosshair just needed his system out of him. But when being flirted by some dude at 79’s only to he dragged off by the arm by him and dragged them to somewhere and is obviously jealous of this (I don’t mind me of feral mode) and let there be… SMUT…
Requesting people are a type? ^^'
Ooooh jealous Crosshair is a little scary, I think...
So Y/N or whatever is a female, 'cause you didn't say otherwise :)
I like the idea, got a scenario in my head already.
Crosshair x Fem!Reader Smut Oneshot – Under The Surface
Warnings: Smut/18+/Sexual Themes/Jealousy/Hurt/Angst/Dub-Con/Finger Kink/Soft Chocking/Dominant Crosshair
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After a hot fling with Crosshair, you find yourself regreting it was a one time thing. Crosshair on the other hand seems to be fine with that. However, when you are approached by another clone at 79's, he seems to have second thoughts.
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You had spent a night with Crosshair. It had been hot, wild and intense. Better than anything you had ever experienced sexually. But it was only a one-time thing. You knew that before. Still, you think of him often and whenever you see him in 79's, your heart beats faster. Especially when he gives you a cheeky wink. However, right after that your chest tightens and you feel like you can't breathe when he puts his arm around another girl and gives her all kinds of attention.
Today is another one of those days. You look away strained and clutch your cocktail glass with one hand as if you had to hold onto it to keep from falling off the barstool. You are annoyed at yourself, at the fact that you let him upset you so much. Again and again you feel attracted to guys who don't see more in you than a means to an end. One or even two nights of fun.
Crosshair seems to be no different. Actually, it wasn't bad, you think to yourself, it was consensual, it was great. An experience you don't want to miss. But this heavy feeling that you now carry around with you, you could do without that. Of course you don't let on anything, neither in front of him nor in front of your friends or his brothers.
You still greet each other when you run into each other. Now and then you flirt, but nothing more happens. Meanwhile you stay away from him as good as you can, more or less. You can really do without seeing him flirting with other girls who unabashedly throw themselves at him and how he enjoys the attention.
You sit there on the bar stool at the bar and tell yourself that you didn't put on your nicest short dress because Crosshair is into it, but because you feel sexy in it. Unfortunately, this is neither true nor a lie. Both are true. And you also feel his gaze on you again and again. His gaze is so intense that it seems like a touch, even though you just turned your back to him and you know that a pretty Twi'lek female is sitting in his left arm next to him at one of the tables with benches.
The thought of her nestled against his side makes you furious, but you still remain outwardly calm.
You almost flinch in fright as a voice to your right snaps you out of your gloomy thoughts.
"Alone tonight? Arent you usually with the guys of Clone Force 99?"
You look up at the clone standing next to you. An ARC Trooper, you don't know him by name, but you think you've seen him before. You didn't know the color of his unit, though. Midnight purple and black.
He has combed back hair, longer on the top, shaved on the sides and neck. Around his neck coiled a tattoo of an arrak snake.
"I work with them sometimes", you answer quietly, not sure what to expect.
"I'm Arrak", he says and holds out his hand to you.
You shake his hand and ask, "Like the snake on your tattoo?"
He smiles, a beautiful smile. Somehow there's something about this clone that you like right away.
"Yeah, right. Got the name when we were stationed on Ithor and we were camping in the woods. One of those snakes crawled around my neck in the night and almost strangled me"
"Oh, dear," you say, startled.
He laughs heartily, "Yeah sounds scary doesn't it? It was. But I killed it with my vibro knife. The skin is armored but they have a weak spot under the chin. I actually just found that out by accident."
A tingle travels down your spine. You know Crosshair is looking your way again.
"May I join you?"
"Be my guest"
Arrak is funny, smart, cute. He gives you sweet compliments, he seems honest, unobtrusive and yet he is obviously flirting with you. He likes you, you feel it immediately.
By now you feel as if the tingling sensation on your back has turned into a burning sensation.
Both of you are already a little buzzed, not really drunk, but in a good mood. Again and again he touches as if by chance, your arm, your hand, his knee touches yours. He leans close to you when he says something, partly to drown out the music, but you know it's more.
Your flirtation is more intense by now, and it's easily recognizable to the outside world. You don't care, why should you? Crosshair, did a lot of things you probably didn't want to know about since you ended up in bed together. After all, he's sitting there unabashedly with the Twi'lek girl in his arms.
But then something unexpected happens. Someone grabs your arm, not exactly very gently. You look up and see Crosshair's stony expression. What the hell is going on now?
"Hey, buddy, how about you keep your fingers to yourself?" Arrak grumbles.
He doesn't like how roughly Crosshair touches you, and he certainly doesn't like that he has the gall to do it while Arrak is flirting with you.
" Buddy," Crosshair growls, spitting his toothpick on the ground, "sorry to disappoint you, but this girl is already taken."
Arrak blinks, not sure what's going on. He looks at you and asks, "Is this guy bothering you? Do you want me to intervene?"
He can't place what's happening right now.
You shake your head, "No it's fine. I think I'll be fine."
Crosshair pulls you off the barstool and with him out of the main room of the bar, into the hallway that leads to the refreshers. You don't say a word, neither does he, until he breaks open a storage room and pushes you in front of him into the room. The space is cramped. One table, a few shelves crammed with cleaning supplies, spare light bulbs and the like.
"What the hell do you want from me? Make it quick I want to get back to the bar"
"To the reg?" he grumbles.
You shrug your shoulders.
"So what? What's it to you? Why don't you go back to your Twi'lek bitch?"
He sighs, pressing you against the table and pushing you down onto the tabletop, his thighs so quickly between yours that you can't really respond.
"I don't want her," he growls.
"Didn't look like it, though. The last few days you've had a lot of different girls hanging on your arm"
His face comes closer and as you back away with your torso, you feel one of the shelves in your back.
"Didn't end up in bed with any of them though".
You snort, "Sure"
"That's the truth"
"Led them around pretty proudly though".
His lips brush your cheek as he says, "I thought this might be a one time thing between us. By now, though, I think it can't be. You're not like the others"
"You're just jealous because you saw me with someone else, that's all it is" you say softly.
He growls softly, "That may be partly true, but it's not the only reason we're here now"
The fingers of his right hand graze your thigh, pushing your skirt up and moving between your legs. He knows how much you love his long finger. His fingers ghost over the fabric of your panties over your pussy. You bite your lower lip as he touches the small wet spot already spreading there.
You hear the smirk in his voice.
"You can't resist my fingers".
He exerts a little pressure, lets his fingers circle over your clit, presses another finger on the wet spot. You feel how everything in you is already tense in aroused anticipation. You don't want to contradict him, you don't want him to stop. But you don't know what to make of the whole thing.
His mouth sucks on your neck, right over your pulse, at the same moment his hand reaches into your panties. You let out a low whimper and your hips automatically thrust towards him. Crosshair emits a satisfied hum.
Your fingers claw at the armor plates on his shoulders, your nails scraping audibly across them. As two of his fingers find your wet opening and penetrate you, you cling to him with a groan. His thumb stays on your clit and massages while he fingers your pussy, his lips on your neck. You can't believe you're being finger fucked in a closet of the 79's. But you don't feel like refusing his attention at all.
His lips drive hard on yours, swallowing a moan that wants to escape you. He kisses you intensely, his tongue chasing yours. Your thighs begin to tremble and his fingers quicken. Your hands cling almost desperately to his armor. You tremble and twitch under his touch, your arousal dripping onto the table you are sitting on. The intensity peaks, your pussy tightens around his fingers and you gasp, the moan catching in your throat.
Crosshair withdraws his fingers from you, his lips leave yours and you watch him lick his fingers clean. Nimbly he has removed his codpiece, it lands on the floor with a soft thump. He pulls his blacks down a bit and he frees his hard length that plops out from behind the fabric. His hands grab your hips and pull your lap closer to the edge of the table. He immediately lines up his pre-cum leaking cock on your wet heat and penetrates you.
A small cry comes from your lips as he immediately enters you and begins thrusting into you. One hand lands on your neck. He squeezes very lightly, not really painful or dangerous but enough to make you feel his dominance. The other slides between your thighs and finds your swollen clit again.
You can't help it, your mind still swimming in the arousal of the last orgasm. You clench your legs around him, your abdomen tenses and you whimper and roll your eyes back as his fingers dance wildly over your clit again while his cock splits your pussy.
He gasps and growls, his teeth clenched. He's feral. The way he fucks you is rougher than last time almost furious. What you don't know is that he's angry at himself, at wanting you and no one else, at you flirting with that Arrak and at him caring.
As you wince and whimper, he immediately slows, his hand on your neck loosening. He leans his forehead against yours.
"Sorry. To rough?"
His voice is unusually soft.
"A little. It's okay."
He kisses your forehead, his rhythm slower than before but still intense. His breathing becomes heavier and you feel his thighs begin to tremble. The thought of him cumming inside you at any moment drives your arousal to the edge as well.
You whimper, "I'm close, very close."
A rumble comes deep from his chest. His thrusts become erratic, shaky. A half-whimpered moan comes from his lips, a very unfamiliar sound. You tip over the edge, your pussy twitching around his cuming cock, your orgasm rolling from the top of your head to your toes with an intensive tingle, eliciting a deep sigh.
Breathing heavily, Crosshair leans his forehead against yours again. Neither of you says a word. Wordlessly, Crosshair reaches for a pack of paper towels that is on one of the shelves, he cleans himself up and helps you get clean. When you get up from the table, your legs are all shaky. He holds you carefully so you don't fall over while you put your panties back on.
"Wait a minute, I'll see if the coast is clear."
You nod and watch him leave the room, leaving the door ajar behind him. You wait. A minute passes, a second minute passes. You get nervous. Did he just leave you standing there? Had you really fallen for him again? Five minutes pass. You feel stupid standing around in the closet waiting, especially since you think he's not coming back.
With shaky fingers you reach for the door, open it and look into the hallway, no one to be seen, not even Crosshair. You feel a burning behind your eyes, a lump in your throat, and you know you're going to cry at any moment. You feel deeply hurt. You are about to head for the back exit when you hear the door of the refresher open. Crosshair is coming down the hall towards you.
"Sorry," he grumbles, "peeing after sex is.... complicated."
He sees the look on your face and frowns.
"What's wrong with you? You look like you're about to cry"
You can't help it, you're so relieved you laugh out loud.
"Haha, very funny," he says dryly, "Come on. Let's take a cab together?"
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<3 thank you @papillon82fluttersby :D
The Rules: Tag (9) people you want to know better and/or catch up with, then answer the following:
Four ships:
Zeus/Ganymede: feel like it'd be a crime not to start here, haha. I've always been into mythology, but randomly thinking about Ganymede's myth a couple years ago now (that long!!) got me wanting to read Greek myth stuff, and I started with the Iliad (for the Trojan-related angle) and the Bibliotheke, and so.
I might currently be more focused elsewhere but this is still my beloved ship <3 You can do so much with them, and, especially, I'd say, by interpreting them as mutually in love. There's obviously other m/m couples in Greek myth and even one of those that at first looks tragic doesn't need to end that way (Apollo/Hyacinthus) but there are so many reasons Zeus/Ganymede is the one that has me by the throat.
Menelaos/Paris: Honestly, looking back I'm not quite sure how I didn't zero in on this one from reading the Iliad itself the first time, because this is definitely one of the flavours of ships I love. This ship is also what led to, first, Helen/Menelaos/Paris for me and then Helen/Paris, because 99% of the time I just don't care at all about het ships. This ship is also why I currently am like I am about Paris! Make no mistake, I didn't hate or dislike him before that, either, like the majority of Tumblr (and elsewhere) seem to do; reading the Iliad I mostly thought him kinda hapless and inoffensive, so going from there and liking him wasn't that big of a step.
The possibility of them having bonded during those nine days in Sparta (or in Troy!), going from friends (or more) to enemies with complicated feelings still in the background is just so damn juicy to me.
Carmilla/Laura: original novella flavour! One day I hope to do a rewrite/retelling of my own, that would definitely end with Laura going or otherwise together with Carmilla, one way or another. The way Carmilla talks to/about Laura and what they feel for each other is just. so great. The caterpillar quote. The one about Laura loving her or hating her, and especially "love will have its sacrifices; no sacrifice without blood".
And you know. The boob-biting to feed is extremely inspired and very hot, even if Le Fanu undoubtedly didn't mean it that way. I don't care. They're mine now. :)
Darth Vader & Luke Skywalker: Since I am so deeply into gen&family ships aside from romantic/sexual shipping, it feels, again, like a crime not to mention these two. The ST might have broken the back of my fannish engagement in SW currently, but these two? I love them. I love Luke's impossible and earnest belief in his father's inherent goodness, I love that fucking scene at the end of ESB where Vader reaches out and Luke reflexively, despite everything, says 'father?' HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE IT???
Last song:
Oh, uhh... I don't remember, but it's possible it was Teeth by 5 Seconds of Summer (happens to be one of my Helen/Paris songs for late war lol). I end up listening to a row of songs while drawing, sometimes (which is the only time I can listen to music and actually do something else at the same time), but it could have been another one, just as well.
Currently reading:
Iliaden - en cover, by Dimitrios Iordanoglou, which is a (pretty heavily, sometimes) abridged and modernized version of the Iliad where the language is extremely slangy sometimes and the setting has been moved into "present day". Everyone uses guns and stuff. Apollo's main epithet is now "the Bomber" lol and he uses bombs and grenades. It's both extremely fun(ny) and really interesting, even if the language used sometimes make me wince even when I get why he's chosen it. But it's exactly because I know the changes he's made etc. that makes it extra interesting. When he keeps lines word-for-word from the Iliad they both stick out and fit in very well and it's interesting to see that, too.
Also, and much longer than the above, is Paris in the Epic Tradition : a Study in Homeric Techniques of Characterization by Roberto Nickel, his thesis from 1997! I've mentioned it before; Nickel is exploring the possibility of the Iliad having changed/presented Paris (a lot) differently from how he might have been in traditional oral epic material. It's really interesting!
Last movie:
Dungeon and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves! Loved it, a lot of fun, and despite how long it was, it all moved along at a good clip, nothing dragged.
Craving:
Uh... :C Fics/art for my rare pairs? lol
Tagging:
@a-gnosis @battlinghurricanes @crowlilies @my-name-is-apollo @scribeprotra @kebriones
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csm ch 145 liveblog !!!
ayyy let's go
damnnnn so public safety fucked up the csm church that fast huh.
and they're conscripting all the teens from the church into their ranks as interns vhbhaduhfsuaif literally stealing the cult's child labor forces lmfao
oh damnnn they know about yoru
oh damnnnnnnn they know how her powers work
I gotta say I have been wondering where public safety has been in this part. we haven't seen much of them until now...I did kinda miss them and their weird kinda scummy wildly varying vibes
'the devil name consultant' wtffff that's cool as hell please tell me more
them already talking abt the csm church in past tense makes me hmmmmmm...I feel like they aren't dead yet. specifically barem, he almost certainly has something more up his sleeve
DENJI SIGHTING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
barem bluescreen lmao
the way he's just getting arrested in broad daylight at this amusement park after he tried to orchestrate the killing of a bunch of children. I have to laugh
sexual assault-chan trying to recruit him lmao that seems to be the #1 way public safety gets employees these days.
or like, ever, honestly
oh damn oh shit I feel like barem is for sure up to something. hhhhh
justice devil is to csm part 2 as buggy the clown is to one piece. shows up early on then just keeps showing up, improbably
oh what the hell this is so cool...the etymology of devils!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yesssssssss so fucking interesting
the implication that there could be (is?) separate fairness and equality devils....suuuper cool oh man
oh shit so the chainsaw man church is somehow breaking the rules of how devils/devil powers/devil contracts work????
are they saying that someone in the church had a justice devil contract and summoned the justice devil/used its powers, despite it having been killed not long ago??? oooh
oh??? NOT the justice devil??? hmmmmm
either that's true and there's another devil afoot (fakesaw man??? where's he at. what's the deal) OR they were right initially and there's some OTHER flavor of fuckery going on
ASA SIGHTING FUCK YES WE ARE WINNING
looooove how even tho asa looks cool as fuck on all the posters and while hunting devils, she's still truly a failgirl bc she (kinda accidentally) became the poster girl for a cult 😭😭 love her sm
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOT THE FUCKING DOOR GODDDDDDDDDDD STOP THIS I have such bad door PTSD in csm only
OH FUCK ITS PUBLIC SAFETY (PROBABLY) !?!?!?
asa yoru fight scene? please? please? maybe? please?
OH FUCK ASA FUUUUUCK YES
asa beating the failgirl accusations (for now?)
SHE HAS A PLANNNNNNNNNNN and yoru plays a part ooooh oh man ooooooh
LOVE the agency asa has taken regarding her powers. so so cool thematically I wanna talk abt that some time
yoru is like fuck. that's cool. asa is cool. fuuuuuck
yesssss fuck god I love asa and yoru's relationship ngl. so interesting and I really have no idea where it's going. they could end up fighting each other to the death, or fighting someone else to the death FOR each other. time will tell
OHHHH ASA SO COOL
YOSHIDA??????????????????????????????????????
AND ITS YOSHIDA WITH THE STEEL CHAIR GIANT TENTACLE
barem singing kumbaya while getting arrested is SOOOO cult leader of him ngl
denjis like ok that was weird. whatever lets go home. King
sexual assault-chan just staning there like :D? lmao
OHHHH THIS IS SO FUCKING OMINOUS GOD.
him singing kumbaya over the sunrise. SOMETHING IS UP I SWEARRRRR or its tension-building misdirection. either way....
YOSHIDA CUTTING ASA'S ARM OFF???? HELLO????
is yoshida singing kumbaya too???? I'm 99% sure it's just barem's singing over the panel but that scared me for a sec thinking yoshida was involved w/that
FUUUUCK ARE WE GONNA GET YOSHIDA VS ASA. DAMNNNNN
HYPE AS FUCK HOLY SHIT.
okay but really I think there is more to barem. idk, I think he's the villain of part 2. that might be bold to say but that's the vibe I've gotten since he was introduced
I dont thiiiink it's fami, we havent seen her in a while and her motives are still...hmmmmm....uncertain
also I think that would be too similar to makima. I mean they're very different character-wise, just similar powers-wise I guess, w/them being sisters
barem is so creepy and I think there's a lot going on w/him that we haven't seen yet. plus him being a major villain would be SUCH a cool thematic continuation of part 1 - chainsaw man as an idea rather than a person/devil/person-devil, and how that can create a villain even without denji or pochita or chainsaw man doing anything
idk barem has the same vibes as makima in the sense that thing are happening as he wants them to - like he's in control
but also YOSHIDA WTFFFF WHAT IS YOUR DEALLLL
I love yoshida as a character SO much he is SO mysterious and fascinating. I still love the idea that he's kishibes nephew or something
god I want a sitcom of kishibe, yoshida, and quanxi all living together and fighting devils together and occasionally trying to kill each other. PLEASE it would be top tier excellence
anyways yoshida remains an enigma...I mean we did know he doesn't seem to like asa and told her to stay in her lane. and like, can we assume yoshida is with public safety, cause he was hanging w/sexual assault-chan a few chapters ago?
that doesn't necessarily confirm he's a member but still.
so was that him at the door telling asa to come out, or is yoshida a third party who busted in?
it looks like he busted the door down to get in so it was probably him knocking too
also barem getting arrested feels like in the movies when they capture a villain a little TOO easily and the villain is like oh darn u got me. and then they're in jail like ohhhh I'm in jail darnnnnn and u just KNOW they're gonna pull some shit
I MAY BE WRONG but based on Vibes Alone this guy is fuuuucked up
my GOD i'm so hype for more okay. phewwww
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I love your blog! Your manga analysis is just brilliant.
I'd love your opinion on something I've been thinking about for a while. Do you think Yuu and Mika love each other in a romantic sense? Or at least one of them does? I know it's a shōnen, but I just get some total vibes from these two.
I'm not going to lie - I'm totally shipping them either way 😂
Hey, thank you! Honestly, mind boggling that you'd say that when I kinda just do random shit on my blog but I appreciate that!!
Anyways, about Mikayuu. They're definitely intended to give us vibes. I'm certain the creator wants us to see them as more than friends or family. And I do. See them as romantic, I mean. Even the other characters have acknowledged that they are completely obsessed with each other. They are always talking about saving each other, Yuu is affectionate and describes Mika as his reason to live, even to the point of wanting to kill himself if Mika is dead; Mika blushes around him constantly, wanted to run away with him etc. It's barely even subtext, it's just text.
But are they gonna get together? No. I don't think so. It's just queerbaiting, tho I do think that Mika might actually be canonically in love with Yuu, at least he's queercoded. Not only did he say I love you, even if that can be interpreted in different ways, he also has proven several times that Yuu means the absolute world to him and matters more than his own life, sacrificing himself to save Yuu and all that.
After all of this, I even believe that it'd be quite rude, if not blatantly disrespectful, if they don't get together in the end. I mean, they're so obvious it hurts.
Now, some people still disagree that they're romantic and I think that might be because of Shinoa and it being a generic shonen manga. Shinoa is the leading girl and that's her only role. Being in love with Yuu. Even Mika acknowledges that and even wants Yuu to be with her because, as I see it, he doesn't see himself worthy or capable of making Yuu happy. So he tells Yuu to be with someone else in hopes that Yuu can have a more normal, happier life without him in it.
But Yuu doesn't seem to care about Shinoa romantically at all. Are they still gonna get together in the end? Yeah. Most definitely. At least, I'm like 99% sure. Because it's a generic shonen. So the boy gets the girl, saves the world and everything's great. The end. That's what the story has been leading up to it seems.
Another thing. Mika is thousands of years old and Yuu was created Frankenstein style in order to resurrect him. He was literally made for him. And while that sounds romantic or like they're soulmates, their feelings could therefore be called artificial too. Or they have a reason to be so fixated on each other. Kagami makes it out to be as if their feelings for each other aren't real and that's why they can't be together.
Another thing to consider: the manga is trying to stay close to biblical canon, saying angels don't have a gender. What they also don't have is sexuality, so maybe Mika isn't even capable of attraction. If the plot is trying to be religious and Kagami wills it then God in this verse might be homophobic. That would be horrible...
Whatever. So the way I see it. Mika is in love with Yuu but doesn't want to be a couple. Yuu is oblivious and stupid, because for some reason that's what his character has been made into (he had potential to be smarter but since chapter like, 30 he's been dumb af) and doesn't understand romantic emotions yet, his own or others'. All he cares about is saving people.
So in the end, assuming everyone survives, Mika is gonna be a human because that's what Yuu promised him. And Yuu is gonna be a human too, who can finally concentrate on other things now besides saving everyone and keeping Mika, so he could eventually figure out his feelings for Shinoa and they'll be together. Mika isn't gonna mind it because he wants Yuu to be happy, so he's just kinda there.
I'd want Mikayuu to be together so badly but my expectations are low cause I'm sure they won't be a thing. And again, I do think that'd be disrespectful and I'd be angry because I've never before seen such blatant queerbaiting.
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Alone Again
Eddie Munson x Gn!MayfieldReader
It's not confirmed Eddie's gonna die, but like I'm 99% sure he won't make it, so before anything is confirmed, I thought it would be fun to write a little Eddie Oneshot ;) btw this is uneditted
Summary : After the events of season 4, Y/n is lost. Based on the song Alone Again by Gilbert O'Sullivan
Mentions : popular x loner trope, angst, slight sexual content
Word Counts : 896 words
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Things were off. Maybe it was the outside world, or perhaps it was just you.
After all the shit went down, you and Steve left for a good while. There was no real plan, but you both needed to get out. So you did. You two left without telling anyone.
Most nights ended with the two of you crying into each other arms. The guilt was building up and slowly overfilling. A majority of the time, you guys stayed in a multitude of hotels and just cuddled with the tv playing in the background.
The two of you understood each other's feelings. Both of you had lost someone who meant the world to you guys.
Max Mayfield was an extraordinary young lady who had such a bright future ahead of her. More importantly, she was your baby. Since the day she was born, you knew you were blessed to have such a lovely younger sister.
After the death of Billy, things started to change. Both of you tried to avoid the topic and tried to be happy. But it was just too hard.
Vecna had gotten both of you. First, it was Max, but thankfully you at least remember her favorite song. Then it was you when you and the other teens were trapped in the upside-down. You were so close to getting out too. Eddie managed to save you though. There was no music player so instead, he started singing your favorite song.
God, you loved him.
Everything that happened before total hell broke loose seemed like a blur to you. Then Vecna got a hold of Max, and everything went wrong. What was worse is you were with her when it happened. You tried your best to put up a fight against Vecna, but he merely used his vines to trap you. All you could do was shout hopelessly as he clawed his fingers in her gorgeous blue eyes. The ones you had always been jealous of.
Then everyone started to drop one by one. Nancy, Argyle, Mrs. Wheeler, Robin, and Mike. After all of that death, you stupidly believed it would be over.
And then Vecna tried to get you again, but once again, Eddie pulled you out of your trance.
Eddie the Freak Munson, the one man you loved with all your heart. And you would tell anyone that. Of course, when the school found out, your popularity went down, but you didn't care. You loved him. You loved him so fucking much it hurt.
His chapped lips pressed against your own was something you fantasized about constantly. You thought about how his veiny hands would slide across your chest, and every time you would shiver when his cold metal rings would touch your bare skin. Especially how he could make your body lose complete control with a single touch. He knew all your sweet spots and used his skills to try and make you feel like you were in heaven. And he did. No other man could do that to you.
Eddie was different from everyone else in Hawkins. He understood you better than anyone else in the universe could. You didn't feel like you had to put a mask around him. Growing up with the other kids, you felt alone. You felt nothing you did was good enough and would never be. You didn't feel special. Then Eddie raondomly showed up at a party and the two of you hit it off.
Maybe it was the drunk sex you two had that night, but after that party, you were inseparable. You practically forced Steve to become his friend.
You couldn't fully remember what led up to it. All you knew was Steve held onto your body tightly. You punched, clawed, and did everything in the book to make him let go, but he didn't budge. Even Steve had tears falling down the side of his face as the bats swarmed around him, around the both of them.
They both put up a good fight and as much as the two of you wanted to assist them in it, it was too late. Steve could hardly stand because of how much blood he had lost and his body was so worn down it would only cause trouble. How well could you fight with a dislocated arm?
So the two of you tried to hop over to them. Maybe you guys could act as a distraction. But you guys were too weak to make it.
You recalled shouting his name at the top of your lungs as the bat took a large bite from his neck. His blood continued to soak his shirt, but he kept trying to play until they swarmed him.
And then it just had to get worse. Once Eddie's body had been left to bits, they turned to the curly-haired brunette. His death was swift though.
You and Steve stayed there for a while. Both of you cried out until nothing would come out. Then you made your way out of that horrid place.
It was crazy to think that just a few weeks prior, you were cheerful and excited for the future. Now you were a total mess. Just a random person wandering around. The only noticeable features were the greasy hair and large bags under your eyes.
And even with Steve there, you felt alone again.
#eddie munson#stranger things x reader#stranger things#stranger things one shot#eddie the freak munson#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x gn!reader#eddie munson x mayfieldreader#plz dont kill eddie#platonic relationship#bestie steve harrington
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we need cad bane and irno cock warming. idk what the premise is yet but this thought has been in my brain for too long and it needs to be released
TRIPLE. WIELDING.
99 Problems: Entry #80 (Cad Bane x F!Reader)
Summary: You are Irno Favara. You're not a jealous woman. But when the guy you're sleeping with is flirting right in front of you... you get a little agitated.
Pairing: Cad Bane x F!Reader
Rating: 🌶 Explicit 🌶
Word Count: ~3.8k
Warnings: Prostitution/sex work, cockwarming, oral sex (male receiving), semi-public sex, PiV sex
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THINGS I KNOW ABOUT CAD BANE
#80: he had a girl in every port at one point, it seems like. doesn't surprise me but at the same time i'm surprised.
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You are Irno Favara. You are in a foul mood.
Because, despite the fact that he’s got his arm around your waist and a firm grip on your thigh, Cad Bane is flirting with the woman across from you.
You understand why. Miss Oksana is probably the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. Luscious, bouncy red hair. Flawless skin the color of dark amber. And a rack that even you can’t help but steal glances at. She’s wearing a high neckline, but that only seems to make them look bigger.
What are those, anyways? Double Dorns? Shit, she might be a Forn. Are they real? There’s no way. She’s not even plump, so her band size is probably pretty small...
...you kinda want to squish them. Not even in a sexual way, they just look... squishable.
Cad’s rumbling chuckle brings you back planetside. "Don't try to cheat me, li'l lady," he says. "You know I hate hagglin'."
Miss Oksana smiles. It's a warm smile that makes you want to get to know her better. For a brothel madam, she seems... Really nice. Motherly. "I have to look out for my girls," she says simply.
"Dey look awful well taken care of," he says. "Dey get bigger since I last saw 'em?"
You can really only blink. Cad Bane is not a stupid man and that's probably the dumbest thing you've ever heard him say.
Miss Oksana lets out a smoky laugh. "Perhaps," she says. "But I meant my working girls. If it gets out that I've been selling customer information, my reputation is on the line."
The information, of course, is on this Cynga Paol you've been chasing for months now. You're happy to be one step closer to him, but...
That would mean Cad’s end of the transaction is up. He'd have no reason to stay. And that thought makes you feel empty. Sad. You hate feeling like that.
"I'd make sure nothin' happened to ya, Oksy. Or yer girls. Promise," he says.
She laughs again. This one seems... Bitter. "You're terrible at keeping promises, Cad. Especially verbal ones."
"S'easier when I can remember what's bein' said." He grins crookedly. "Ya really had a way of suckin' de sense right outta me."
"It's not hard." She winds a stand of red hair around her finger. "You just put your lips together and blow."
Through the fabric of his shirt, you feel Cad's chest heat up. Something hard pokes your ass and it's not his blaster.
Indignation bubbles in your stomach. "I'm right here," you hiss.
"So you are," Oksana says.
Bane gives you a withering look. "What's yer point?"
You hop off his lap. "I'd like to speak to him privately," you say to Miss Oksana without taking your eyes off of him.
She raises a brow, but as she does, the door opens. The biggest Togruta you've ever seen sticks his head in, his brow knit in concern.
"Miss Oksana," he rumbles. A basso profundo, as they say in the opera. "Ploriss is making trouble again. Will speak only to you."
Miss Oksana slumps and rubs the bridge of her nose, muttering something under her breath in what you think might be Ryl. "Excuse me for a minute. This won't take long."
She leaves with the Togruta.
As soon as the door closes, you return your attention to Cad. "You didn't tell me you knew her," you hiss.
He shrugs. "Wasn't relevant," he says, examining his knuckles.
"The hell it wasn't!" You cross your arms and jut your hip to the side. "If I'd known you wanted to sleep with her, I'd have stayed on the ship."
He doesn't even look at you. "Nothin' stoppin' ya from walkin' back."
Now that just makes your blood boil. "So you do want to sleep with her!"
"I'm a man with eyes an' a workin' cock," he snorts. The corner of his lips quirk up, and you see his tongue swipe across his teeth, the way he does when he's hungry. "As you well know."
He lifts one leg up onto the desk, showing off the tent near his groin. He rests his palm on it, adjusting his equipment with his spindly fingers.
You won't lie -- it's hot. And aggravating.
You know why. You like this man more than you care to admit and the thought of him thinking of another woman while he gropes himself makes your blood boil.
You'll show him.
Reaching under your dress, you yank your panties off -- no easy task, considering they're under your garter belt. You only stumble twice while getting them over the heels of your pumps.
Cad's brows shoot up as he watches you stuff them in your purse. "What are you--"
You drop to your knees. Before he realizes what's happening, you've pried open his fly and yanked his cock out. Half-hard, it twitches at your touch.
His lips curl into a smirk. "Kinky today, ain't ya?" He lets out a slight hiss as you pull him into your mouth. "Ain't complainin'."
You've sucked a lot of dick in your time -- probably too much dick -- but this dick is by far your favorite. The way he purrs as the head slips from its sheath, how his ridges inflate beneath your tongue, how heavy his balls are as you gently squeeze them.
"Dat's right, ya li'l minx," he rasps. "Keep suckin'. Finish me off before she gets back..."
You give him the performance of a lifetime. For about thirty seconds. Just enough to get him lubed up and enough to make your pussy wet.
With a sharp pop, you pull away and sit back on your haunches. Reaching into your purse, you pull out your compact. It's not a question of if you ruined your lipstick, but of how much...
Cad stares at you, eyes narrowed. "Get back down dere."
Huh. That lipstick actually stayed on far better than you expected. Guess this brand is a keeper.
"Ya deaf, girl?" Cad growls. He tries to push your head back down, but you resist.
Instead, you stand, turn on your heel and place yourself onto his cock. You hiss as it enters, pleasantly stretching your insides. A key into its lock.
He lets out a strangled gasp and grips your hips. He starts to push you off, but then the door opens and it turns to scrambling to position your dress to cover your joining.
Miss Oksana slides back behind her desk. "Sorry about the interruption," she says. "Some lunk of a Twi'lek getting rough with the girls. Where were we?"
Cad opens his mouth, but you give your pelvic muscles a tight clench. His teeth click as his jaw snaps shut, and he swallows a groan.
"We were discussing the price of the information," you say. "Three million is a bit steep, but I can do one million."
Miss Oksana blinks at you. For a brief moment, her gaze flickers to Cad, but it quickly returns to you. "Not enough. Gotta cover my bases."
You hear Cad take a raspy breath. He presses his lips to the back of your neck. "I'm gunna kill ya," he breathes.
You suddenly realize that you have no idea how empty that threat is.
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Negotiations go well. You manage to haggle her down to a reasonable amount. One and three quarters of a million is a bit steep, but you can swing it.
Cad doesn't seem too happy to see you spending what would have been his money, but whenever he tries to protest, you give his cock a squeeze and he shuts right up.
Miss Oksana sticks her hand out to shake and you lean forward without thinking. Your pussy pops off his cock with a wet shlick that you hope isn't as loud as it felt.
If she heard it, she doesn't react to it -- just gives your hand a firm shake. She has gorgeous nails, long and brightly painted with little rhinestones set in them.
"I have a bit of business to take care of, so I won't be able to show you out," she says as she stays. "Just fill out the cheque and leave it on the desk."
"Will do," you say. "It was nice to meet you."
She looks a little surprised at that. "Pleasure to meet you too. And to see you again, Cad."
He swallows thickly before speaking. "S'all mine, li'l lady," he says absently.
With a parting smile, she leaves the room.
You hop off of his lap and reach for your purse. "That went well," you say. You fish around for your chequepad.
You get no response, and you glance at him. His eyes are hidden behind the brim of his hat, but his mouth is open and the tips of his fangs are just visible. The head of his cock glistens with precum and your own juices, and he's hard enough that his hips shift with every throb.
It's quite the sight.
Your mouth waters. You really want to blow him again. But first thing's first. You scribble down the agreed upon amount and place the little cheque card on the desk.
"Tuck yourself back in," you say. "Soon as we get back to the ships, you can ride me."
He lets out a... Noise. Somewhere between a growl and a hiss. Wet and hot. Before you realize what's happening, he snatches your waist and lifts you up. He claps his hand over your mouth so you can't squeal.
He deposits you roughly back onto his cock. He doesn't say a word, just wraps his arms around your waist and thrusts up into you.
It's rough. It's crude. You didn't realize you needed it until you felt your insides stretch and burn from his length. A little whimper escapes you and that only makes him thrust harder.
"Fuckin' shameless," he chokes into your ear. "Y'oughta be downstairs wit' de rest o' de workin' girls...!"
You've entertained that idea more than a few times in your life. You've been trading your body for favors since the neighbor boy first asked you to lift up your skirt in exchange for candy when you were...
...huh. You wonder if you should see a shrink.
Your psychological musings are interrupted by a sharp pain in your collarbone. You squeak as Cad sinks his fangs into you, his tongue lapping at the little punctures.
Ah, it hurts so damn good. Goes right down your spine to make your clit throb. You really are a little masochist, aren't you?
You reach down to toy with yourself as he thrusts and sucks. Spread your lips with your index and ring finger, twiddle and swirl with the middle.
This was a fantastic idea, you decide.
He releases your collarbone to bury his face in your neck. His voice is muffled by the skin and so hoarse you can barely understand it.
"Tastes so sweet," you think he says. "'S'like fuckin' candy."
Based on his heavy breathing and his slowing strokes, you think he's close. Your chest grows hot and your pussy aches as it begins to tighten.
Time to bring it home.
You go to clap your hand over your mouth to muffle your moan, but Cad beats you there. He stuffs his blunt-tipped fingers in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.
You do the only thing you can think to do. You bite.
The delicate skin of one of his fingertips pops like a ripe berry, spraying your tongue with the taste of freshly-minted credits.
It's his turn to cry out -- though it's more like a breathy, choked growl than anything. He tightens his grip on you and pushes down.
He erupts inside of you, spraying your insides with thin, watery seed.
It feels wonderful.
It's just enough to tip you over the edge. It's not your most powerful orgasm, but it feels good. Your pussy twitches as you suck his fingertips.
Finally, he slumps. Pulls his fingers from your mouth and buries his face in your hair as he wraps his arms around you, breathing heavily.
You relax into his embrace. Despite the circumstances, it still feels wonderful.
You realize that he's holding his bleeding finger away from your dress, and you can't help but smile. Awfully thoughtful of him.
"Yer de worst," he mumbles into your hair.
"Like attracts like." You take his injured hand and examine it. The cut on his middle finger isn't as deep as you thought it would be, but it's bleeding a lot. "Hand me my purse."
He does so. You pull your panties out and remove one of the little bacta bandages you carry in case of emergencies. You peel the paper off and wrap it around his finger.
He finally seems to come back planetside. He examines the bandage. You think he might be annoyed with it -- it's a pretty vivid pink, after all -- but he says nothing. Just eases you off his cock and into a standing position.
You squeeze your legs tight as you reach for your panties, but he snatches them up before you can.
"Cad!" you hiss.
He remains silent as he plucks his hat off his head. Staring into your eyes, he tucks them into the crown.
You stare at him. "Are you kidding me?"
He still says nothing. Just places his hat back on his head as he stands up. He only breaks eye contact to zip his fly back up, but he grabs your wrist when you try to snatch his stupid hat.
He gives it a warning squeeze. I could snap it if I wanted to.
You try to break his grip. So do it.
His grip tightens, and for the briefest of moments, you realize you've pushed your luck. You flinch hard, waiting to hear the snap...
...but it doesn't come. Instead, Cad Bane gives you a toothy, blood-tinged grin. He releases your wrist and, quickly, swipes his unwounded fingers over the bite mark on your collarbone. You flinch again, this time in actual pain.
Cad takes a moment to examine the beads of red blood, smearing it around his fingertips with his thumb. Then he licks it off his fingertips one at a time, as if they were the last drops of a delicious sauce.
It's hot in a weird way. You can't explain it. But it also pisses you off.
You go to shove your fingers up your pussy, give him a taste of his own medicine, but he's turned around and opened the door before you can even get your dress out of the way.
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Generally speaking, there are worse places to be walking through with spunk dripping down your legs. It's a bordello -- this carpet has seen worse things. And it's crowded enough in here that there's no way anyone could pick you out of the crowd as the culprit.
You jump out of your skin when a hand jerks you into a side room.
"I'm so sorry," you sputter. "It's not my fault--"
You realize you're in a powder room... a really nice one, decorated in dark browns and golds. It's got a pretty porcelain sink with a big mirror.
And in that mirror, you see Miss Oksana. She doesn't look mad. Just... Disappointed.
You barely know this woman and you still cringe under her stern gaze. "I'm so sorry," you murmur.
"I'm sure you are." She opens a closet door and pulls out a fresh towel. "Clean yourself up," she says, shoving it at you.
Relief overrides your shame and you get to mopping up Cad's mess. "Thank you," you say.
"Don't mention it." She pulls something else out of the closet. You recognize the red medical symbol on the case. "It's a tough galaxy. We women have to look out for each other."
Shame bubbles in your belly. "I really do appreciate it."
She fiddles around in the case. "Then can I give you some advice?"
You stare at her. The lines on her face suggest she's a worldly, intelligent woman. "Sure?"
"One: piss as soon as you get home. UTIs are terrible," she says. She pulls out a bottle and a cotton ball and squints at the label. "Two: don't try to cockwarm in an office. It's not subtle. Save it for a crowd."
You flinch. "Sorry."
She ignores you, still squinting at the label. She gives the bottle a hard shake. "Three: hitch your bantha somewhere else."
You pause in your cleaning to frown at her. "Huh?"
"I'm gonna tell you a story, hon." She tips the contents of the bottle onto the cotton ball, soaking the white fluff with a bluish gel. "Once upon a time, there was a young woman all starry-eyed over a bad boy bounty hunter who was good in bed. She thought there was something more to him than violence and credits. She was wrong."
You blink. This is one of those 'and that little girl was me' stories. You can feel it. "If you're trying to tell me something, just say it."
Miss Oksana actually smiles at that. "Didn't mean to patronize," she says. She blows on the cotton ball. "My point is that Cad Bane is rotten to the core."
You snort. "I'm very aware of that," you say. You resume your cleaning. "He stole my panties."
She laughs. It's a low, smoky sound. "Did that to me more times than I can count."
Once the complaint train is running, it doesn't stop. "And he bit me! And he didn't do it now but he's spanked me before. One time he fucked me and turned me in for the bounty--"
She raises a brow at you. "You were a wanted woman?"
"Still am," you say. You give a sheepish smile. "I like other people's jewelry."
She blinks. "And you like this guy?"
"Look, I know it's dumb," you say. You really do know it's dumb. You've tried and failed to justify it to yourself way too many times. "But I respect a man who can kick my ass."
She shakes her head. Her hair practically shimmers in the light. "Most men can kick your ass, dear. You're fifty kilos soaking wet."
Bad phrasing. You sputter a bit. "Well-- I mean--" You swallow. What did you mean? "Look, I just like him, okay? He's rough and gritty but--"
The rest of the sentence is but I like that.
But she cuts you off as she eyes the gauze. "You can't change him. So don't try."
You frown. "Why would I want to change him?"
Her gaze snaps from the cotton ball to you. Dark, onyx-colored eyes bore into you. She doesn't blink for a good few seconds.
But finally, the corner of her mouth quirks up. Gently, she presses the cotton ball to the puncture on your neck. You expect it to be cold, but it only stings a little from the disinfectant.
"His feet are ticklish," she says, dabbing the cotton ball. "And if you ever need to disable him for a second but don't want to actually hurt him, stick your thumb between the ribs just under his pecs. You'll hit a fluid sack."
Interesting. You commit those facts to memory. "Anything else?"
"He doesn't look it, but he really likes good food." She withdraws the cotton ball and places it in a wastebasket. Rummaging through the case again, she pulls out a bandage. "And he makes cute noises when you play with his ass during sex."
You're well aware of both of those things, but you appreciate the input.
You finish mopping yourself up as she peels the bandage from its paper. Gently, she places it on your collarbone.
"Thank you," you say earnestly.
"Like I said: women have to stick together." She smooths it out and gives it a light tap. "Now shoo. Don't want to keep him waiting."
You nod. Placing the towel into a hamper, you wash your hands and go to exit the room, only to pause. "...can I ask a question?" Oksana nods, and you continue. You cup your hands over your breasts. "Are those... Real?"
She raises a shapely brow at you. "You looking to get work done?"
The thought of going under the laser makes you shudder. "No, I'm just curious."
She stares at you a moment, then smiles. "All natural Greks," she says.
All you can really do is blink. Holy shit.
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Oksana watches as you stagger off.
Bane is leaning against the wall, watching one of the dancing girls, but he immediately snaps to attention when you pass. He says something, but you don't respond. He actually looks concerned as you stroll right past him, and he chases after you.
She's not sure if she likes you. It's entirely personal. You're a little brat with more money than sense. And practically nothing in the tits department.
But you seem... Genuine. You know what you're getting into. Don't seem to have any illusions about who Cad Bane is.
She was young and stupid when she tried to tie him down -- somehow convinced that she could make an honest man of him and he'd take her away from the bordellos and the backrooms. That he'd protect her and take care of her.
He wouldn't. He didn't. He looked out for himself, as he always did.
But you clearly don't want that. You want someone to have your back while you're cavorting across rooftops and picking pockets. You want someone to feed your vices and to feed his in turn.
You don't want a good man. And for that reason, you might just have a chance.
"She's kinda cute." For such a massive Togruta, Bori moves like a whisper. She didn't even hear him. "Surprised you didn't try to recruit her."
Oksana shrugs. "Zelties are more trouble than they're worth."
Something crashes from upstairs, followed by a shriek. Without a word, Bori is vaulting in the direction of the sound.
She sighs to herself as she watches him. Taking a deep breath, she steels herself for confrontation and follows.
She wishes you all the luck in the galaxy. You're going to need it.
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#80: tickle feet. jab fluid sacks. get him food drunk. thank you very much, miss oksana.
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Hi Bia💜
I finally had time to read 1st chapter so I'm here with my ramblings and emotions. I'm really in love with this fic. I laughed, felt happy and warm and 🥵🥵🥵 a lot. Thank you
Here if you want my thoughts while I was reading(I really could forget something ):
Oh Eddie scared to go out with 118🥺🥺🥺
Buck is really amazing friend
The talk about personal life is interesting. Eddie, it was really fast way you said "I'm not gay". Sure baby
Oh Eddie 🤣 please you almost poetically describe Buck inside your brain 🤣🤣
Eddie please everyone can see it's Buck's reaction on you🥺 I'm pretty sure just because we see it from your pov we can't see how he look like a teenager with a crush
"What are you thinking about?" "You" "Not not like that. Not in a gay way" I want T-shirt with this🤣🤣🤣
The driver snorted on that it's hilarious
I think I need to buy alcohol for next chapters and drink every time Eddie says "not gay"🤣, but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't end it cause I would be drunk too fast
Oh 😳🥵🥵🥵🔥
Eddie, you're poetic about Buck's dick. Sure it's not gay, baby
"Their legs don’t touch, not the way they did in the Uber. That would probably be a bit much, all things considered. " But your hand on his dick it's not too much, Eddie?🤣
I want to make a T-shirt "King of denial" for Eddie
Yes, Eddie you don't have neon sign "I did gay thing" on your forehead, hun. Don't worry
"Eddie isn’t attracted to him in an I love you sort of way, but he can’t lie and say his dick doesn’t stir when Buck adjusts his suspenders over his stupidly built shoulders." Eddie, I... I believe you. It's not gay
Hen it's yours 👑
hot part again 🥵 boys you two are so ah.....
Yes Eddie you're completely comfortable with your sexuality. Sure
Eddie feels happy 🥺🥺🥺
I'm pretty sure Buck is kind of playing with Eddie 🤔 Buck, be honest. You saw hot man, heard he said he wasn't gay way to fast and decided to proved him wrong right? Let's go babygirl
Buck helps with Chris 🥺 and Eddie loves it🥺
Buck is in love. I'm 99% sure
🥵🥵🥵 Oh Eddie 🤣 imagine Buck with your dick in his mouth it's gay. But I'll give you time
oh my god diana have i told you i love you because i love you. this is so nice are you kidding me? you are so lovely, thank you for giving me all of your thoughts i'm grinning like a fool at my laptop screen right now.
also i think it's kind of interesting how so many people are like "oh buck definitely knows" and you might be right you might be wrong but that's only revealed in the very last chapter lol
(i almost forgot to mention it entirely if i'm being completely honest, but i had to add when buck knew and explain his behavior in the beginning and why he was so willing to be no homo fwb so)
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Um, hi. Look, I know by now you're probably annoyed by me always sending you posts from someone else's blog just to ask for your opinions on it (and I apologise 😔) but, something about this in particular hasn't been sitting well with me..
I'm just really confused.
Here: [ ◇ L I N K ◇ ]
I... I'm honestly scared to ask because, I'm not entirely sure if this even applies to you & your content. I mean.. on one hand it seems like it does, because, OP mentioned tickle fic blogs that write fics for fictional characters that are canonically not adults, and.. you and others have written a bunch of fics & headcanons for series involving characters that are minors (usually teens) (ie. MHA, South Park, Camp Camp, Gravity Falls, Heartstopper, etc. etc.). But- it's not like you've written anything in a way that's inappropriate/considered gross or illegal irl, if that's what they're implying. I'm not sure if they're talking specically about characters that are, like, under 10, and writing about the tickling in ways that (they feel) are inappropriate.
And about what the last person that reblogged said.. Do you think they were trying to criticise people in the sfw community who (genuinely) say tickling is a platonic bonding/comfort/hyperfixation/coping mechanism for them, or were they criticising people who use that as an excuse to write inappropriate stuff??
(Because *if* it's the former.. that'll just make me disappointed)
I just don't know what to make of this.. What do you think? (And it's fine if you can't think of and answer but still I'd like for you to post so that maybe someone else who's more knowledgable on this subject can better explain)
I'm sorry for bothering you with this. I promise I am not trying to attack or blame anyone here for anything and I'm not trying to start drama. I just really needed a second opinion on this post because I am.. so fricking dumb, and I'm not sure if what they're talking about should be applied to people like you or the fics you write. I just want to make sure they're not badmouthing anyone who doesn't deserve it.
Honestly anon, this is kind of a complicated issue, and while I understand you’re concerned, I’d prefer not to get involved in this too much. It just ends in people getting mad and not coming to agreements and blowing up about things people said, and I don’t want to deal with that. So I’m gonna say my two cents on the issue, but past that, I don’t really want to talk about it.
In the end, it’s fictional. Some people have tickling as a kink, others don’t. Some people are just vaguely interested in it, some people think it’s fun, for others it’s a coping mechanism. There’s also those who view it in a sexual manner, and those who view it romantically, but not necessarily sexually. It really depends on the person; you can’t break it down to it either is or isn’t a kink.
For instance, a lot of people draw art of the MHA characters kissing or cuddling or making out or a million other things, and 99% of the people making that art either aren’t minors, or on the cusp of not being them. And yet, the world thinks that’s fine, despite all of that being either romantic or sexual behavior.
IT DOES NOT MEAN THEY’RE SEXUALIZING MINORS IRL. Or that they view minors in a sexual light.
However, the fact of the manner is, sexual maturity (on a purely physical level) finishes when you’re around 12-15. That’s also around the age people first start getting those urges. You don’t turn 18 and suddenly gain your sexuality for the first time. Even if you abstain from sex (which I highly recommend) until you’re older, you still experience that same desire, you just have the common sense to wait. Minors are exposed to sexuality all the time through media, the internet, their peers, their parents who obviously boinked to even have them. We can try all we want to shield them, but they still see it. And sometimes, people engage in that activity before they’re 18. I’m not gonna determine whether you should wait till you’re 18, whether it’s okay at 16-17, or maybe we should all wait till 26 till our brains finish developing. Regardless, it happens.
And we know that. We advertise it on TV shows, in books, things like Love, Simon, Aristotle & Dante Discover The Secrets of The Universe, Riverdale, Heartstopper (in the comics, and only really implied), Heathers, Never Have I Ever, even fucking Beastars (which no one cares about, because people are more weirded out that animals are fucking as opposed to minors). It’s encouraged in those shows and seen as normal. That is all content the world sees as fine, and child appropriate. The characters in MHA would probably end up having sex before they’re of age, because that’s just what people do and what the show seemed to ramp up to. MHA itself sexualizes practically all the students in the show, all of whom are minors.
And on that note, a lot of people on this site are anywhere around 18-22, which is a weird gap of time to be in in terms of all this stuff. If you’re 18, technically, simping for Todoroki would be considered simping for a minor. If you’re 17, it’s A-OK. And yet, it’s only a 1 year difference that somehow makes or breaks that situation. A lot of people on here made content for minors when they were minors, and then grew up, but still had the content lying around. That doesn’t automatically make them pedophiles, and we should not put that on them. Nor should we insist they delete all that material now that they’re older.
There are also people who can view tickling as both sexual and not sexual, depending on the circumstance, which is something a lot of people on here don’t understand. Just because tickling might be a kink for you, that doesn’t mean that’s the only lense you can view it under.
And all of that notwithstanding, everyone is fictional. No one’s committing a crime, everything’s perfectly legal, so let’s just let it go. Who cares whether you personally object to that? It’s not your business to butt into their business. Let people live their lives, and you do the same. If you have a problem with it, block them, unfollow them, don’t interact, fine, but don’t be a dick. It doesn’t solve anything, and only makes things more convoluted than they need to be.
None of this is directed at you, anon, btw!! This is just my opinion on the subject, so I hope that clarifies. I don’t know if it’s the answer you’re looking for, but it’s what I got, so I hope it helps!
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How did the after-party blowjob come about?
So basically there was this like welcome back after the summer type of party in my building. I and my friends went, but eventually the 4 of us (2 girls and 2 guys) ended up at my place and continued drinking while really opening up about things to each other. There was a fair share of tears.
Eventually one of the guys left to catch the last bus to his home. Then the girl, my neighbour had had too much vodka too fast and threw up and wasn't feeling too good so we helped her into her own apartment and said good night.
At this point the last guy was planning to go home too, but we'd had some sexual tension and teasing interactions in the past + we'd kissed at the Halloween party the year before and I asked him to stay the night. In reality I really just didn't want to sleep alone for yet another night and he was the one person I felt safe enough with.
We started making out and I had no plans of taking it any further, I just wanted to feel something, but then he said "I'm not interested in having sex, but I would be down for something else."
And my blunt ass, wanting clarification, said "so you want me to suck your dick."
He said yes and honestly I was like fuck it. It was nice to be desired even if that wasn't my initial plan.
Idk for how long it lasted, but I never actually made him cum cause he was too nervous about the whole thing (he's only slept with one person before me). We cuddled for a little while and then he said he was gonna head home. I think I kinda asked him to stay, but he didn't want anyone to see him coming outta my apartment the next morning cause he didn't want people to know we'd fooled around. Especially not his bestie, the other guy who'd been at my place the night before (and who I'm like 99% sure wanted to fuck me, but I was too stupid to put 2 and 2 together until way too late).
He left and I honestly felt pretty shitty being alone. After this thing he also basically ghosted me for 3 months cause he couldn't handle what we'd done (he was sober when it happened btw). Him ghosting me made me feel gross and used and yeah the aftermath wasn't really fun.
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Sorry I didn’t read close enough before asking But damn I didn’t expect so much advice, but like one of my biggest problems is I’m monogamous. Based on talking to my friends and just my interactions in the LGBTQ+ community in general I’d say most gay men are not monogamous and even in committed relationships tend to have a third and participate in group situations that I’m not comfortable with and never will be comfortable with. I already have being trans against me but when you add the dating/hooking up with one person at a time to it it’s so fucked. I’ve been attracted to other transmen but generally I don’t know if my dysphoria could take being with one as well, I know I sound like a bastard but it’s just where I’m at. Not to get pathetic and stuff but while who I am inside has always been masculine and my body generally matches it now I’ve never opened up to polyamory or polycules and I feel like there’s something wrong with me as a man for being that way.
Look dude, I genuinely don't mean this rudely but I seriously am not sure where you are that you think that polyamory or nonmonogamy is like, a default expectation for men because it REALLY isn't. The idea that gay men aren't interested in monogamous committed relationships and are only thinking about sex and hooking up is sort of a stereotype, like obviously many ARE into hookups or just casual sex, as are plenty of women and straight people of both genders as well, but there are sooooo many men with the exact same feelings as you, who are looking to settle down with somebody that they love. If it helps at all I was looking for some statistics to back up my lived experiences and a study from last year suggested about 30% of gay men are in open relationships, which is obviously a minority -- higher than heterosexual couples, yes, but to be blunt, of course a community built from sexual oppression and subjugation meant to celebrate nonnormative sex is going to have a higher amount of people who are into these things, thinking about "relationship anarchy" and reframing the idea of sex and relationship as something meant for pleasure and exploration rather than for the cishetero nuclear family. But it's still not even 50:50. Put into perspective then that if you met 10 gay guys, roughly 3 of them would be into open relationships. And even amongst that 30% there's a wide variety of how that openness actually plays out.
Honestly unless you're in some really specific kinky spaces IRL or actually actively seeking out the gay hookup or cruising scene I would say that in basically all of general society (including the mainstream LGBT community) monogamy is still the standard expectation and anything outside of that is viewed as a deviation from the norm. I also think that the vast, vast majority of men would be kinda puzzled to hear the suggestion that being down with polyamory or polycules is some sort of expectation for masculinity, that's not even true in mainstream cishet society where a man being a good husband to his wife is wayyyy more prioritized than the kinda stereotypical frat guy sleeping around with girls, which stops being cute to like 99% of people the moment he's like, over the age of 21. Idk, man. I do not think you sound like a bastard or pathetic and I've been in spots pretty similar to yours I think, like I said in my last reply it's really fucking hard navigating relationships and self esteem and dysphoria and safety and risk taking as a trans person, and it can feel super hopeless if you haven't had much luck. I definitely have been in places in my life where I would not have been comfortable dating another trans person, because my own insecurities and dysphoria was just too bad and I KNOW I would have projected it onto them and either ended up insecure about myself or bitter towards them. Knowing yourself is important and knowing what would be unhealthy for both you and a potential partner is good. But I think I'd honestly suggest engaging more with IRL gay social spaces in general and talking to more gay men, both trans and cis. Or just engaging more and more with the LGBT community in general IRL. This sounds kinda mean maybe but I think the whole polyamory/multiple partners thing is actually more common to see amongst online gays in part because most people are long distance, so that can also sorta skew your view of these things. You would be surprised to realize how incredibly common it is to find men who are just looking for love and a connection and a committed relationship with someone who they care about, many of whom may even feel equally ostracized from certain LGBT spaces that are more kink or sex oriented.
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Love Interests
THEODORA A. AVERY
--- LAWRENCE BARKLEY
first appearance: season 1, episode 1
last appearance: season 1, episode 12
relationship status: fan (theodora to lawrence), friends, lovers, dating, married, separated through death
ship name: thawrence
( th[eodora] + [l]awrence )
--- THEME SONG
in case you don't live forever, ben platt
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"the pieces of me are pieces of you. i've waited way too long to say everything you mean to me. in case you don't live forever, let me tell you the truth. i'm everything i am because of you. i have a hero whenever i need one. i just look up to you and i see one."
--- THEME SONG (TAYLOR'S VERSION)
evermore, taylor swift
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"i replay my footsteps on each stepping stone, trying to find the one where i went wrong. writing letters, addressed to the fire. and i was catching my breath, staring out an open window, catching my breath. and i couldn't be sure. i had a feeling so peculiar that this pain would be for evermore."
--- SHIP TROPES
i. first love ii. first girl wins
iii. the one that got away iv. one true love
v. please don't leave me vi. understanding boyfriend
vii. birds of a feather viii. the first cut is the deepest
--- COMPATIBILITY
compatibility: aries + aquarius
sexual and intimacy: 65%
trust: 85%
communication and intellect: 90%
emotions: 40%
values: 30%
shared activities: 99%
overall: 68%
who fell first?
theodora
who fell harder?
both
--- QUOTES
"i... wanted to tell you something. that i love you. i...i don't know, maybe it's too early for such confessions, but... after what happened to you, i began to realise even more clearly how suddenly everything can end. i just found you, theo. and you almost left me. we don't know how much time we have."
'giving me a smile and one last look, lawrence closed his eyes. i shattered into millions of pieces. i was screaming, bawling, shaking his body. i wanted to stop and just die next to him. as my soul had already done.'
"for the first time in my life, i want to write not only about dangers, injustice, suffering, and deprivation. i want to write about you. i want to count your moles and your eyelashes, not units of military equipment. i want to sit with you at dinner, not in the trenches with a notebook. do you understand? i think i'm losing my grip. and i don't give a damn about it, because you're worth it."
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