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pawnshopbleus · 7 months

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Pilot!Abby Anderson x Flight Attendant!Fem!Reader

Contains - light homophobia, some bad words, angst, hurt, comfort, threats, Abby being a good wife, not beta read

Summary - After a horrible encounter with a passenger, Abby helps you feel better.

Authors note - beware, this is my first time writing in months.

Being a flight attendant wasn’t a part of your original plan after college, but it provided you with a lot of amazing opportunities. You got to travel the world, meet new people, hear different languages, and experience rich cultures, and you got paid for it. Being a flight attendant is also how you met your wife of three years, Abby Anderson, who was currently navigating the aircraft. You loved your job, but sometimes passengers could be difficult.

Like the man that you were currently helping. First-class passengers tend to be rich and snobby assholes, but this man was on another level. After one too many complimentary glasses of red wine, he began inquiring about the wedding ring on your finger. Once you mentioned the fact that you had a wife he demanded to be served by a different flight attendant. You would have happily complied with his requests if it wasn’t for his homophobic rhetoric.

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to stop,” you said. Your tone was affirmative, but a bit shaky. This wasn’t the first time someone had been openly homophobic towards you, but you always had Abby by your side. Now, she was in the cockpit doing her pilot duties so you had to deal with this on your own.

“I’m not listening to some…” You tried your hardest to drown out the sound of him calling you a slur, but your attempt failed.

There was a collective gasp from the people in first class. They had abandoned all hopes of sleep once the drunken man started his monologue. Even though there were passengers listening, no one dared to say anything.

With teary eyes, you left the scene, finding solace in the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror. Your makeup was ruined, your eyes were red from crying, and your cheeks were stained with tears. It took you a long time to come to terms with your sexuality. You were proud to be a lesbian, but people like that man made you regret ever coming out of the closet.

There was a knock at the bathroom door. “I’ll be out in a minute,” you sighed. You grabbed a tissue from the roll and dabbed it on your cheeks, trying your best to look as presentable as possible.

“Honey, it’s me.” It was Abby’s sweet voice on the other side of the door. Hearing her voice puts you at ease.

“Can I come in?” Abby asked.

You opened the door immediately. Nosy passengers watched the scene with confusion. The pilot of the plane going into the bathroom with a flight attendant was not something one saw every day, but you didn’t care. You closed the door behind Abby and sighed into her embrace.

The bathroom was small and compact, causing you to be pressed so close to Abby. She wrapped her arms around you and kissed your forehead. She began to pet your head as you began to break down in her embrace.

“I heard what happened,” Abby said without further need to elaborate. Of course, she knew already. Word travels fast in a metal tube in the sky. “Want me to punch him?”

You chuckle, “No, I wouldn’t want you to lose your job. We have a mortgage to pay.”

You can feel Abby’s wedding ring lightly scrape against your scalp, causing shivers to crawl down your spine.

“I wish I could defend myself, but I didn’t know what to say. He called me a-a,” you couldn’t even utter the wretched word that the man dared to call you.

Abby placed her index finger on your lips, shushing you. “It’s okay,” she said, “no one will ever call you that ever again. I’ll make sure of it.” You place your hand on Abby’s cheek and she jumps a little bit, her warm skin is not prepared for your cold hand. You look into her eyes and your heart tugs a little bit. You cannot believe that you were lucky enough to find the perfect woman. Abby was everything you looked for in a partner. She was kind, caring, and supportive. Not to mention she was the prettiest woman on earth.

Abby’s hands slide down to the place just above your ass. “Are you going to keep staring into my eyes or are you going to kiss me?” she huffs.

You smirk and give the woman what she wants. Your lips come in contact with hers, kissing her with fervor. Your lips move in rhythm with hers. Your hands that were once on Abby’s cheeks found themselves on her strong biceps. Abby’s hands began to slide down lower when there was a knock at the door. Abby squeezed your hips and let out a sigh of frustration.

“Seat one b has requested a Pinot Noir and you’re the only one who can reach the bottle,” Dina, a fellow flight attendant said from the other side of the door.

You hide your face in Abby’s chest and say, “I’ll be out in a minute.” Both you and Abby check yourselves in the mirror, making sure that the two of you look presentable.

“Feeling better?” Abby inquired, placing a hand on your shoulder and looking into your eyes.

You nod your head and let out a breath, preparing yourself to go back out. You open the door and you're met with a handful of eyes staring at you as you and Abby exit the bathroom. You smile at the curious people and continue your flight attendant duties.

Abby, on the other hand, walks all the way to first class, finds the man who was tormenting you and whispers into his ear. “If I hear you say another fucking thing about my wife I’ll cut your dick off and make you eat it.” She then pats him on the back and returns to the cockpit, leaving the homophobic man speechless.

#lesbian #lesbians kissing #lets go lesbians #lesbian reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson #abby tlou #abby the last of us #abby x reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson tlou2 #wlw #sapphic

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foldingfittedsheets · 27 days

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I made my first pride flag set in 2017, the cute little dragons. At the time there wasn’t an agreed upon lesbian flag going around. The movement around the current one started gaining traction in 2018 (at least on tumblr), which is when the trouble started for me.

The first time I heard there was a lesbian flag I did get a little excited. But when I saw it I was immediately turned off. It was so… pink. That didn’t look how I felt. It felt like society’s cute idea of lesbian colors, still being forced into cute pink skirts like I had been all my life. I would later learn it was pioneered as the Lipstick Lesbian Flag. The rainbow felt more like me.

While I was still mulling how I felt about it, the doxxing started. Despite the flags youth it had some rather extreme proponents. I’d get tagged and harassed for not having a lesbian flag. Bigger blogs would deride me as being lesbophobic, pushing me further from the label I’d liked best. I didn’t want to be a lesbian if it meant being associated with those people.

Many of the blogs targeting me were TERFs, linking the pinkness to an exclusion of men. That’s when it really started to bother me. Trans folk all share the same flag, regardless of gender despite very different experiences. Every other sexuality shared! Why were lesbians booting gay men out the door? Why wasn’t the movement for a homo flag?

Then I started finding other creators talking about it. The harassment and rabid fury if they didn’t carry lesbian flag merch. The lesbian flags didn’t sell but woe betide anyone for not offering them. Gay men have never swarmed my inbox demanding a flag. Gay men don’t mind sharing a rainbow- and I don’t either.

For a long time the lesbian flag became a trigger. I’d scan my notes and my heart would start pounding when someone would mention it. I was on edge waiting for more harassment and attacks. I’d tense up seeing it on profile pics, wary of who was using it.

It’s become ubiquitous over the past several years. It will never be my flag, but I accept that it’s around. Regardless of meanings assigned arbitrarily to the colors later, it’s just not for me. I love the rainbow, I love sharing it with everyone. I’m pretty certain I’ll never offer a lesbian flag in my shop. But I’ll always have a rainbow.

#ramblies #lesbian pride flag #lesbian flag #lgbtq #planning to link to think in my FAQ in case anyone’s wondering why I’m writing this up

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rubra-wav · 3 months

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Hi! I’m autistic and a lesbian and my current hyper fixation/ comfort show is Hazbin Hotel and my favorite/comfort character is Angel Dust. I was wondering if you could write a platonic Angel x gn/fem reader that is angsty and involves the reader comforting and taking care of Angel after a really bad night with Valentino. With cuddling, and handholding and Angel dealing with addiction/ self harm and the reader just being there and supporting him or something. I totally understand if not I just thought I would ask. Also I’m a huge fan of your work!!

Safe and Sound If Only For Now (Angel Dust x Reader fic)

A/N Absolutely can, and 100% understand the vision. THE BOY NEEDS TO BE TAKEN CARE OF. 🗣

Also, thank you sm im glad my writing is being enjoyed 🙏

CW: marking it as NSFW due to the themes within but theres not any actual smut, hurt/comfort, angst, gn!reader, written as platonic but could be seen as romantic as well, Angel throws up at one point(dk if I need to tw that), themes of s/h and addiction, reference to trauma responses and mentions of physical and sexual abuse

When you were called downstairs by a very concerned Charlie at the wee hours of the morning, you knew that the night Angel Dust had was hell without having to even see him.

He'd apparently stumbled loudly through the door about 10 minutes ago, clearly not sober but still demanding a drink looking absolutely trashed. Husk had attempted to touch his shoulder, and the bartender was promptly smacked away with a yell to 'not touch him!'

Your footsteps had pattered loudly on the creaky floorboards down the hall of your hotel room as you quickly made your way to the bar where you knew he was.

And there you found him.

The hunched over, trembling figure of your friend with two of his arms folded around his head, a glass of alcohol you know tasted like utter shit clutched in another shaky hand.

Husk looked at you tiredly from behind the bar with clear relief on his features as he gestured to Angel with a look that asked you to take care of him - do what he couldn't in this moment.

It had taken a lot of verbal coaxing to get Angel to put down the drink and come with you to your room, but he eventually allowed you to gently grip his hand and tug him up the stairs and back down the hall to your room.

The second the door had shut behind the two of you, he'd completely fallen apart as you told him he was safe now.

That's how you were in this situation now, slumped on the floor next to the bed with Angel's face buried into the front of your shirt, your arms pulling his face closer and running your fingers through his messed up fur, carefully avoiding touching his neck and shoulders as you whispered to him softly to let it out.

Seconds ticked into minutes as his previously loud crying had slowly turned into broken, shaking sobs that were barely audible as you sat there with him slumped against you.

It was rather uncomfortable, your knees digging into the coarse rug on the floor of your room, but at the moment, that didn't much matter.

"'ank you. 'Ank you 'o much." He slurred out finally, voice cracking with emotion.

You hummed in response, relieved to hear his voice finally.

You removed your hands from where they were combing through his fur and instead cupped his cheeks, pulling his face away from your chest carefully.

Sympathy and anger stabbed through you painfully as you observed the darkening bruise on his puffy under-eye that had now been exposed with his tears. That asshole.

You brushed a thumb over the bruise with a furrowed brow, your frown deepening at the way he winced despite you barely even grazing it. You quickly moved your thumb away.

Angel's unfocused, bloodshot eyes watched you react to it with clear guilt. He swallowed thickly as he forced a grin onto his face. "'T's nothin' I'm not used to, toots." He mumbled. He could tell you didn't believe it for a second, and his heart sank despite all the alcohol knocking through him. Shit, he didn't want to sober up.

He could feel the pain he was trying to numb already creeping back into his body, though, and he 'tsk'd' with a hissing breath.

You shook your head slowly and got a better look at him as his eyes shut with a wince.

His jacket was a mess, a bite mark that was still bleeding soaking into his collar peaked out at you, and you grit your teeth as you looked down to see more droplets soaking into other places as well on his sides and hips.

Christ.

"I'm going to go get some things to help fix you up. Are you okay with taking a shower on your own?" You murmured softly but very seriously.

Angel forced his eyes open and nodded despite moving being the last thing he wanted to do right now, having you leave being even lower on that list.

"Yeah.. 'ut get me a change of clothes while you're out. That is unless you wanna see me in nothing more than a towel." He joked with a humour that was obviously not present, voice still very much hoarse.

You smiled at the comment half-heartedly and nodded. "I'll be right back, I swear." You gently patted his cheek before gripping his hands to help him stand up. With the tremendous height difference, it didn't do too much, but you could see he was appreciative of it nonetheless.

After a couple of minutes, you came back into the room with a change of clothes, a first aid kit, and a water bottle in one hand, a cup of hot chocolate in the other made just how liked it.

Angel was sitting on your bed awkwardly with a white towel draped over his lap. As he stood up and turned the other way to slip on the pair of shorts you'd bought him, you could fully see some of the multiple bite marks that were seeping into Angel's fur, matting it.

Your fists clenched and unclenched but you still didn't voice the silent fury coursing through you at what had clearly happened to him.

You placed the hot chocolate in Angel's hands as he sat back down, receiving a barely audible thanks, and then set into disinfecting the various marks and patching them up.

Each time he tensed up and hissed due to the disinfectant, you apologised profusely but didn't stop as you wanted to get it over as soon as possible for his sake.

Angel dug his teeth into the mug in his hands to avoid biting his tongue or cheek as he winced in pain, the hot drink on your part both a crutch and a grounding tool so he didn't dissociate away from everything completely.

If that happened, he knew he'd most likely pass out and that was the last thing he needed to do right now while you were making sure he didn't get some horrific infection from the wounds he'd sustained.

He was so incredibly tired of so much.

He didn't want to keep seeing the blurred images of the afternoon and night that made him want to start sobbing again.

He couldn't even remember properly, it was all a blur; hungry hands on him, faces and bodies he couldn't quite remember, and Valentino's red eyes looking down on him as his fist closed around his neck. All his memories were out of place, like a ripped up photograph rearranged wrongly.

Angel didn't even know what he'd done to get punished by him today.

He'd come to realise there was no real reason though due to you telling him as much, and that searching for it would just make spiral. It wasn't his fault that that moth-winged cunt had decided to break him today.

Or at least, that was the logical answer.

He still remembered the words that plagued him through the mess of memories and painful sensations staring at back at him like a hall of mirrors, though. 'You brought this upon yourself, Angelcakes.' Said through a cruel, patronising grin right before those same teeth dug into him again, and again, and again.

Angel grit his teeth as the memory made his head hurt before gagging as horrific nausea suddenly hit him all at once.

You cursed, having just finished up patching his wounds and pulled him towards the bathroom sink in your ensuite.

You took the hot chocolate from his hands before using the other to sweep his fur out of the way just in time as he started wretching loudly into the sink.

You patted his back awkwardly as he threw up all of what he'd been binging for the night in rapid succession, looking at a crack near the door frame of your bathroom to try give him some semblance of privacy.

After a couple of seconds, Angel panted with a horrified expression on his face at the taste in his mouth, shuddering.

"That was fuckin nasty, 'm sorry." Angel cringed, trembling with exertion as he washed out the sink and his mouth.

"If you're sick, you're sick, Angie." You continued rubbing his back gently as Angel straightened up, sighing in relief as he felt more steady now that everything had all been purged from his system.

One part of himself wanted to go bother Husk for more to drink, but he pushed it away, instead opting for the now lukewarm cup of hot chocolate that was sitting neglected on the edge of the bathroom sink.

He gripped the mug and threw it back, chugging it in the hope of washing out the horrific taste that still stuck around.

"Wait a second, I'll give you the painkillers with that." You called over you shoulder as you went to rummage through the first aid kit.

Angel slowly walked out of the bathroom after you, hunched over to be about your height as he waited for the pills. He tiredly spaced out as he looked at your hands going through the pile of stuff you'd brought.

You pressed the meds into his palm, and watched as he quickly downed it. "Do you wanna stay in my room tonight?" You asked as you cleared the stuff off of your bed.

You didn't really need the verbal confirmation as Angel flopped down onto your bed with a loud groan as he finally relaxed, exhaustion passing over every part of him.

You chuckled softly, and crawled up next to him, gently wrapping your arms loosely around his lower back as you pulled his face into your chest again.

He wrapped his arms around you in turn, another one of his hands creeping towards yours in silent request. You understood, lacing your fingers with his and gently nuzzled affectionately into the top of his head.

You could feel him start shaking softly again, once again tearing up despite everything. You tightened your embrace as you felt wet tears sink into your shirt again.

"It's okay, honey. It's okay. You're safe here with me." You repeated.

"Thank you 'o much." Angel whispered, tightening his grip on you in an attempt to bring you and your warmth to the bottomless pit of despair he constantly tried to forget.

"No problem. I love you, Angie. I really hope you know that." You gently kissed the top of his head, squeezing your hand laced with his reassuringly. "Now come on, try to get some sleep, you must be exhausted."

Angel's crying slowly stopped as the feeling of the security you provided swept over him like a warm blanket, creeping into every last crack in himself and filling it. The rhythmic beat of your heart under his cheek lulled him to complete calmness.

He didn't want it to end, but he still slipped into the warm embrace of sleep.

If only for a small while, the lock on his prison cell wasn't as cold, and the bars were not visible through your arms.

All that shit could wait until tomorrow.

I've read over it multiple times, but if there are errors y'all can see reading this one pls lmk - my brains been on wrong a bit today.

Bruh I just want Angel to be happy and cared for istg, he deserves it. 😭

#angel dust headcanons #angel dust x reader #hazbin hotel angel dust #me contemplating writing valentino getting the shit kicked out of him after this one fr #hazbin hotel

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zeroxs-stuff · 3 months

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Give me tough love.

SAVE PALESTINE^

☆summary: abby’s anger and frustration gets the best of her as your attempts to get her to snap finally takes effect. She has no choice but to discipline you in the only way she knows how, tough love.

☆content warning (?)/tags: angry sex, gagging, lesbian sex, use of strap, use of the word “cock” for strap, doggy-style sex, face fucking, aggressive sex, crying kink, (mild) dumbification kink, incorrect use of a couch.

☆pairing: abby anderson x fem!reader

!nsfw under the cut!

She couldn’t take it anymore. The fuck were you doing—? being so god damn stubborn.

First, it was the missions. You had almost risked getting bitten by an infected just so you could ‘show off’ apparently, like that would ever work in a life or death situation. Then it was patrol; you begged and pleaded to isaac just to let you come with anyone else that wasn’t manny—because of course, you just can't handle two seconds without being able to fucking complain today, which she related to in most cases—but in this one? It was too fucking much. And oh my god, that isn’t even all.

All day, youve been teasing her and making fun of literally everything and goodness—she loved you with all her heart, but she really could not fucking take another word from you—not today.

As you were just about to make another aggravating complaint about how annoying Manny was yesterday when you and him were on patrol together, her inhumane thoughts paired with your speaking was interrupted by her own voice. She turns around to look at you, “baby— could you just—please, give me a second? I’m working.” She says in a cold and stern tone, getting back to writing her reports in the nick of time before you could say anything else.

But to her not surprise, of course you didn’t shut up.

You whined like a little kid—a cheeky smile plastered on your face as you resumed the mission of bothering her, “Hey..don’t be like that.” you demand as you tug on her strong and unmoving arms, “Can’t you just do the reports later or something?” you said while your face lit up with amusement.

She couldn’t fucking handle it anymore.

She got up from her chair with a loud thud, angrily walking to you and her’s shared bedroom and loudly opening one of the drawers.

Which just so happened to be….that drawer.

She closed it just as loudly as she had opened it, in her hands held a strap that she would usually use on you—and considering the circumstances, that definitely was going to be the case today.

Her steps to you echoed through the room like a drum. She was practically fuming as she attached it onto herself, making sure to do it quickly because she couldn’t handle another second of your mouth running over, and over, and over again.

Within a split second of your panicking state—you realized what she was gonna do, and you knew in your mind that you had to stop her aggression from getting any worse because god forbid , you were about to get your shit rocked.

She took you by your waist and dragged you onto the couch, making you drop down on it harshly.

The image of her lubricating her strap came into view and your vision started going hazy. You attempted to protest—to ask for mercy before your limbs were about to go numb because of her.

You tugged on her arm as sorry whines came out of your mouth, trying your hardest to persuade her. “A-Abby—please, ‘m so, so sorry—“

Your words were cut off when she shoved the strap down your throat.

She sighed deeply in relief, “Fuckin’ finally.” She said, shoving it in deeper just to taunt you as you heard the squelch of the strap being pushed inches down your throat.

She put her rough, calloused hands and put them behind your head, grabbing your hair so she could support herself easier. Meanwhile you were being forced to take it with tears streaming down your eyes; your gag reflex being triggered but having no choice but to just take it.

You looked up at her with glossy eyes, some tears even falling down to your chin. You couldn’t say anything—not with this god damn strap down your throat.

She chuckled at the sight, it was an understatement to say she was so, fucking satisfied. She put her other hand on your face, cupping your cheek, “Poor baby..what? Can’t talk ‘nymore?”

You cried on her cock, but slowly getting used to the feeling of having something so big down your throat. You couldn’t let anything out but twisted and muffled mumbles and cries, “Nnggghh—” You whimpered in an attempt to get her to pull out of you.

She only shoved herself deeper—grabbing the back of your head and shoving herself in, consoling you in the most humiliating way possible, “shhh..it's okay doll, just let it happen.” she laughs while leaning down and whispering in your ear, “you were meant to be down there anyway.”

You whimpered in pain, though.. but you actually started enjoying it.

She took her fingers and shoved them deep into your scalp, taking a big portion of your hair and pulling back so she could thrust into you deeper. Your body obliged to her requests—taking her almost perfectly. She smiles and lets go of her grip on your hair as a reward, a sign of mercy. “Atta girl, that’s it.”

she mumbles, “Just let it happen.”

Just as you were starting to get used to the discomfort, she pulled out of you which caused you to let out one of the most painful sounded yelps of your life. You cough in surprise, “M-Mph—o-ouch..” you said, rubbing your throat.

She wanted to shut you up yet again. To your surprise, she kissed you roughly–though keeping her hands at a gentle pace, because of course, she wouldn't want to actually hurt you. But her words spoke harshly in contrast, “did i tell you you could talk?” she says while making sure to tug at your hair a bit.

You barely had time to react because just as you were about to speak, she pulled away and shifted gears to turning you around and shoving your face in one of the couch pillows, making you bend over. You felt your back arch forcefully at the cold contact of her hands on your waist–those same hands practically folding you in half, instinctively listening to whatever she wanted you to do.

As you were fully bent over–face down, your bottom half on full view for her, she leaned over you and gave you stability; her punishing and intimidating demeanor almost fully vanishing as she checked for your physical state as well as your consent, “you okay with this?” she asks worryingly while rubbing circles on your tummy with her hand, and patting you on the back with the other. You chuckled at the switch of her attitude, “mhm.” you nodded.

Despite your agreement to her conditions, she still needed confirmation. She asks again in hopes of a reassuring answer, “are you sure?” she says.

You smile and give her a small kiss on the cheek, leaning back a bit since the position wasn’t the best for kisses. “Promise.”

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God, you wish you didn’t fucking say that.

Because next thing you know, your brain power was long gone, so and so was the stability in your limbs. You couldn’t form any coherent thoughts, neither coherent words.

Each time she thrusted into you, your brain would reset and you could barely even speak clearly. You slurred over yourself as the slick ran down both of your thighs that abby held apart, “mhhh….ahh…p-please,” you begged, though she thrusted again, “aah–! mmmnhh…” you cried— your brain being blanked out and milked of all the thoughts it could produce.

The squelching noises of her cock disappearing into you and reappearing as she pulled out filled the heavy aroma of the room. She slowed down her speed but made sure to thrust in a little deeper than she did before, her strap touching the rim of your cervix with the penetration, “Shh..thats it, thats my girl.…just keep yourself like this f’ me.”

You nodded and got off to her praise. You were getting close to the edge.

So.

Fucking.

Close.

She thrusted faster, and faster and faster, your back arching and clawing at the bedsheets below you; ready to finally recieve what you were waiting and working fucking hours for—

wait…what?

The satisfaction was ripped away in a split second as you felt her stop at the last second, your sensitivity quickly increasing and the chances of gaining back your orgasm decreasing.

You cried out almost pitifully, “A-Abs—-p-please…-not again—!”

She leaned over and kissed your cheek as she kept her cock still stuffed in you, not pulling out any time soon, “Shh…one more for me pretty girl, just one more.” it had seemed like the millionth time that shes said something like that, but you complied anyway. “Okay..” you said with a tired but oh so fucking satisfied tone.

She starts thrusting in again, “That’s my girl.”

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Authors note: hello!! Thank you for reading :)) i apologize, since this was a bit short and a bit rushed; and was more like a oneshot than an actual fic. Though i hope you guys still enjoyed despite that.

(P.S, abby probably gives AMAZING aftercare after this. So don’t worry too much hehe （＾∇＾) )

#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #the last of us #abby anderson fanfic #abby anderson x fem!reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson the last of us 2 #tlou #tlou fic #tlou2 #wlw post #wlw blog #wlw ns/fw

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kimpining · 4 months

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Did you know that right now you could be reading over a million words of trans lesbian communist sci-fi?

Unjust Depths is a webnovel about communists struggling for the sake of a better world, through mech combat and romance and sparking waves of liberation in the depths of the sea. And there's even an epub now!

It's my favorite story, and its dedication to portraying the clashing ideologies and ideals of such a large ocean-spanning cast of memorable characters inspires me every day. The vast majority of its cast is trans and gay women striving and fighting for a better world that has a place for them. The willingness of the story to jump between perspectives and understandings of the world and to manage it so gracefully and effortlessly is incredible to read.

And at the heart of it, the story is funny, romantic, sensual, just capable of encompassing so many different dimensions of the characters within and using all of those elements together with ease to shape the work into something I've been turning over in my head for years. It's got romantic cannibalism, muslim catgirls, horrors from beneath the hadal zone, toxic old women yuri, and gertrude lichtenberg. It's really good. I think everyone should read it.

#unjust depths #this post took ages to make because screenshotting these lines just ended up making me reread the scenes they're from lol #lgbt books #science fiction #web serial #web novel

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cowboyjen68 · 4 months

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Hey Jen, I think I ruined my life. This woman broke my heart and I basically gave up on ever finding love again, so I married a man for his money. It's been several years and I'm just now realizing what a colossally stupid choice that was. I feel like by the time I get divorced and get to a place emotionally where I could even try to date again, it's going to be too late. Do older lesbians think divorced women who have mostly been with men are ridiculous and unattractive? I feel so hopeless about it. I feel like there's no point.

I can't speak for all because there will be lesbians who will take a hard pass or hesitate to date someone with an man as as ex. It can be fear of his presence or reactions or just a feeling of being uncomfortable with your experiences. Lesbian are not all one mind so we all will set different boundaries.

Many lesbians i know my age dated and married men and had kids out of everything from obligation to security to family demands to fear and yet, once they came out, they are never questioned or judged for their past within our friendship group. (This does not mean all would be okay dating them but as far as friendship, no once seems to care). A larger proportion of my older lesbians friends have kids with men or were married to men than weren't so it is never too late to come out.

It takes an immense amount of courage to leave a "stable" situation to find passion and actual happiness. There are no guarantees we all find love in this life. But if you stay in a loveless, unfulfilling marriage to a man it is guaranteed you will remain miserable and unhappy.

In my opinion and experience it is better to be happy and honest with oneself while alone than be alone with someone you don't have love or passion for. Being alone with another person is the worst kind of hell on Earth and many lesbians will understand this.

I know plenty of women who never dated a man who end up head over heals and committed to a woman who was married to a man. Chemistry and connection don't often put too much weight on history.

#lesbian #coming out #bi women #divorce

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andersonsgirl · 11 months

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please,

abby anderson x fem! reader

a/n: not my first written smut, but my first on this acc 🤷‍♀️ idk i was rlly horny last night and once i was done w myself if ykyk i was like “abby..” and so here i am idk its lowkey bad but whatever it worked for me so idk

warnings: SMUT!!! MDNI! kissing, dry humping, lesbian sex, oral sex, praising, begging, fingering, r! receiving, top! abby, bottom! reader, vaginal!eating out

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your throat vibrates from the cry you let out as abby’s tongue circled your clit harshly. your thighs squeezed around her head harshly, eyes snapping shut as your head became dizzy from the overstimulation of your upcoming second orgasm of the night.

Abby’s sucked on your clit, the small bundle of nerves exploding with sensitivity to all the small movement she makes— her head moving downward enough to allow her tongue to go inside your hole, her nose ‘accidentally’ pushing up against your clit in a teasing way, earning a plea from you.

“fuck— ab—abby please, i can’t— please—” you begged, the feelings becoming too much for you to bare. she simply grunted, her hands coming to harshly grab your hips when you tried to push away, your own hands desperately grabbing into your baby pink bedsheets. Abby’s hands held your hips down although they fought otherwise, trying to free themselves. You let out a cry when she suddenly pulled you down deeper into her mouth, causing you to continue to try and move away— squirming pointlessly as her blunt nails dug deeply into your now red thighs.

she growled, pushing you down harshly— huffing. “stop moving.” she demanded, her voice rough and husky from having been eating you out so harshly for so long.

Abby reached up to slide her hand up your stomach, goosebumps coating your skin as she let her big hands reach up to cup your soft boob, sliding her body over yours, she let her head move towards the breast, allowing her lips to suck on your tit.

“fuck— abby— fu—ahh.. please..” you begged, she didn’t know what for because she was trying to get you to cum, she’s been trying.

her tongue twisted the nipple, kissing and smoothing your boob. “just relax, baby.” she hummed, the vibrations allowing your to crack an eye open. You sigh, the feeling of her warm tongue on your boob distracted your from the harsh grip her other hand had on your thigh.

your head lifted lightly, relaxing into the soft mattress. abby watched as you calmed down, heart beating fast through your chest, breaths becoming more steady.

she rolled her neck, kissing a trail back down to your pussy, and now you were still— she can finally make you fucking finish.

She moved her hands to spread your thighs once again, moving her finger down to slip inside you. It was easy do to the slick that surrounded your beautiful cunt, arousal eating you alive. abby heard you moan, but was too busy on trying to get you to finish.

She began pumping her fingers inside of you, her neck bending down to allow her tongue to suck on your clit once again. Your moans and cries were loud— so loud she almost began to pity your neighbors.

“F-fuck.. abby, oh my god please. please please, please, I— i can’t oh.. oh! ahhh..abby..” her tongue moved around, your hips bucking up against her chin harshly, trying to reach your long awaited climax.

her own clit was throbbing, the sound of you moaning her name was enough to send her into a little bit of a aroused state. “fuck..” she mumbled, her own hips jolting up and down on your bed, the pleasure of having to underwear allowing her clit to get its needs.

abby moved her thumb to press harshly against your clit to assist her tongue— and a particularly loud moan from you caught her attention.. The trembling in your thighs, hitches in your breath, rapid bumps of your hips— finally, you were close.

Abby’s thumb began to harshly and quickly rub your clit, her tongue licking wonders, fingers pumping in and out of your with speed she didn’t know she had.

“ahh.. i..i’m gonna—”

“yeah.. let it out. are you gonna cum?”

“yes… ahh.. ugh.. oh my god,” you yelped, throwing your head back as you stare wide eyed, the build up becoming so much you didn’t know what to do.

and finally, it happened.

You let out a loud scream as you came into abby’s mouth, your slick being sucked up by her quickly as she didn’t stop her pumping.

“yeah.. i knew it was in there. good girl.” she praised, sitting up lightly and making her way to your tear stained face, her lips smashing onto your puffy ones.

her fingers were still inside you, her tongue that was also once inside you now coming to meet yours— your essence leaking from her mouth to yours, allowing you to get a taste of yourself. you kissed her back feverishly, lips matching perfectly.

“fuck..” she moaned into the kiss, her slick covered fingers removing themselves from your pussy and allowing her hand to come rest on your waist, her legs approached your body, looming over your trembling form.

“thank you, abs.” you whispered, the sweat covering both you and abby making the atmosphere sticky.

“of course, baby.”

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lotusarchon · 6 days

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loverboy(s) (sun wukong + macaque x reader

content warnings: reader is IMPLIED female, second pov (you/your), foul language, minor threats, mini headcanon for macaque

author notes: to that one anon, happy birthday! i apologize for taking forever but i hope you liked this! its a bit funny seeing a few people who share the same birth month as myself (my fave lesbian genshin impact writer also shares the same birth month with me YAYY). i hope you had a wonderful day today, nonnie <3

“I told you. The cake goes on that side, fucking dumbass.”

“Who the FUCK are you calling dumbass? No, no no, come here. Come here and face me, you snarky little bitch. Come over here right now and tell me to my face I'm a dumbass. You wanna lose your other eye, huh? You want me to beat the shit out of you, is that it!?”

You mentally sigh as the monkey turns away, obviously not in the mood to actually pick a fight. Of course, it could also be because MK had begged the two monkeys to just get along if only for today, just for your sake, which, you won't lie, you did appreciate the sentiment but …

Holy fuck they hated each other's guts.

You won't deny being surprised that they had bothered to show up. MK had insisted you hold a party for your special day, and well. You can't exactly say no to the most stubborn person you'll ever meet. You'd think the party would be small and mainly of the Monkie Kid crew, but god no.

That noodle boy invited everyone he knew.

And I mean, everyone. Even the little Bai He was here, playing with Mo.

And of course, the Great Sage Equal To Heaven and the amazing Six Eared Macaque too.

You almost contemplated making a run for it when Macaque approached you, but Pigsy gave you such a scolding to not break MK's fragile heart (pft), and so, you were trapped in a social conversation.

(Oh, the horrors.)

“Nice party you have here.”

“Thanks.”

…

Yeah, I forgot to mention; you two suck at making a good conversation. Well, not so much you than Macaque mainly, who tried, you know, he really does, but inevitably just sucks.

But that's fine. Macaque's quiet most of the time and it's a little comforting. You don't like speaking much anyway, so it works out for the both of you. A bit.

You can't say the same for Wukong though. He's…well. He's certainly very outgoing. The minute he shows up he goes straight for the food (Pigsy is not gonna be happy about that), and then he finds his way to you as well.

“Hey there birthday girl.” Wukong gently pinches your cheek. He smiles warmly, and you can't help but return his smile with your own. “Nice party you've got going on. How come you didn't invite me yourself, mmh? Too shy to meet the awesome Great Sage?”

Before you can reply, Macaque scoffs, “MK invited most of us, don't be an ass.”

Wukong sighs. He glances at his ‘friend’ for a minute, and glances back at you.

“I can't believe MK invited him.”

“I'm allowed to be where I want, thanks.”

“Uh huh. I call dibs on the cake, by the way.”

“It's not your cake you fucking dick.”

“Blah blah, me and (Name) can't hear you.” Wukong turns with you in his arms, guiding you in the opposite direction of where Macaque broods. You wave at Macaque before allowing Wukong to take you…god alone knows where, and he pats your head affectionately. “Sorry about that. Still, happy birthday (Name)! I got you something!”

He releases his hold on you, and you give him a look.

“Is it made out of hair?” You demand, watching as he pouts and looks offended.

“Hey! Not everything I have is made from hair!” He protests, but you can definitely see the way his eyes dart away―he most definitely did, in fact, contemplate giving you a gift made of hair. You loved the guy but….you really had to question how his head works sometimes.

Well. At least you don't have to worry about hair strands all over your room…

“Is it a peach?”

Wukong groans. “(Name), could you have a little faith in me?”

You look him dead in the eye, and answer gently, “Absolutely not.”

“Rude. But fair. And no, it's not a peach. Those are my specialties.”

A pause.

“And I also ate them on my way here.”

You sigh and move to call Pigsy, but Wukong latches onto your wrist and falls flat on his face.

“I haven't even finished!”

“I'm scared what you even bothered to get me.”

Wukong whines, “It's a cool gift, I promise!”

“Wukong, I am not taking Nezha's fucking brick!”

“I wasn't gonna give you that! Nezha took it back anyway!”

Now you understand why everyone wants to wring his neck every time he appears. Even you, who still admires the Monkey King, contemplated wringing his neck like a chicken.

Wukong holds you still and digs through his pockets for something. You cross your arms, waiting, and when he finally grabs the object he's been searching for, he holds it in the air like it's the greatest treasure he's ever found.

He places it in your hands, and you blink.

“A rock.”

Wukong coughs behind his palm. He seems embarrassed by the obvious remark, and you notice a light flush on his expression, a deep red. He looks away before standing, finally, and turns the rock in your hand.

It's about the same size of your palm and oddly shaped as most rocks are, but this rock is different. This rock is painted white, and on the side is a clearly illustrated drawing of a certain Monkey King, hugging a certain figure that bears a strong resemblance to you. The side you had been staring at has a carving, written in Mandarin, ‘My peach and me.’

You flip the rock back and forth, eyes wide. It looks a little silly to be considered a proper gift, but you've already come to realize that Wukong, for all of his confidence, just sucks at expressing himself properly. He has an ego but you know truthfully, he just has no idea on how to act around others and hence why he's always…a little weird.

The rock looks like a silly gift, but you can't help your smile. He could've given you something extravagant as his title, but instead.

He gives you a rock.

“Um. If you don't like it it's fine,” Wukong tries to say, a sheepish smile on his expression. “I mean uh. I'm the Monkey King y'know? I'll get you another gift―”

You cut him off by blurting out, “I love it!”

“Eh?”

You smile at Wukong, squeezing the rock between your hands. He looks back equally amazed, and equally confused.

“I love it,” you repeat, and kiss Wukong's cheek. “Trust me. You're an amazing artist, Monkey King. I hope you don't mind if I keep this in my room, right?”

Wukong blinks like you'd just told him Pigsy loves him (as if.) A smile adorns his expression and he nods, looking quite pleased with himself.

“Ha! Well!” The Monkey King laughs boisterously. “If that's whatcha wanna do, go for it! It's your gift y'know?” He scratches his cheek and looks away. “I just. Figured you'd want something…from the heart. Ehem.”

You smile, “I do. Thank you.”

You're too busy smiling at Wukong to have noticed Macaque had sneaked up on both of you, making Wukong visibly jump in surprise when he speaks. You look at the dark furred simian who barely spares the Monkey King a glance, and instead looks to you with a rare, barely visible smile.

“Since we're giving gifts so soon,” Macaque muses and pulls out something from behind his back.

Unlike Wukong's gift, which is quite frankly the opposite of extravagant, Macaque's is wrapped in a light purple colored paper, and tied with a neat, darker purple bow on top. It's a bit strange to think the Macaque would actually give you a gift, but nonetheless the gesture is sweet, especially when he seems very proud of himself to even wrap your gift unlike the Monkey King.

You accept it with a smile and allow your rock to sit peacefully in your pocket. You try to take care in tearing the paper, but give up when it tears unevenly.

“Oh? A doll?” You blink and look up at Macaque, who is smiling, but a little more nervously this time.

Even Wukong looks impressed, eying the container with a whistle. “Didn't know you got better at making those. It looks realistic.”

Macaque looks surprised at the compliment. You knew they always had bad blood ever since an incident in Wukong's journey, and yet to think Wukong still seemed to remember his old friend's hobby makes even you surprised.

Macaque coughs in his hand, nodding. “Yeah, I practiced a bit,” he admits and looks at you with a sheepish smile. “I hope you like it. Sorry it's not the best.”

A daruma doll sits in your palm, round as a squash with your brows and a smile to imitate your excitement. It wobbles with any movement, and it's really, really cute.

“It's beautiful,” you say, a smile on your expression as it wobbles. “I love it!”

You pause, and look at Wukong. “Not anymore than I love yours, Wukong. It's not a competition.”

Wukong grins, “But if it was, I'd win, right?”

Macaque rolls his eyes and remarks, snidely, “You painted a rock. Not sure how you'd win with that, dumbass.”

“It's better than yours at least. Suck my dick.”

“You should suck mines cause mine is bigger.”

“Shut up you gay ass!”

“Says the walking fruit―”

They bicker, as they usually do, but you don't stop them. Not when you're admiring your gifts, both made with you in mind, with care and consideration.

A smile adorns your lips later that night, the daruma doll and painted rock sitting on your bedside table.

“Mine's better.”

“Dude shut the FUCK up!”

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jedimasterbailey · 29 days

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Tales of the Empire Thoughts (Mostly About Barriss)

I know I’m a little late to the party in terms of laying out my thoughts on Tales of the Empire but honestly I needed a few days to process and digest what happened (not to mention being on vacation delayed that process as well). Obviously as a Barriss stan/fanfic writer/blogger y’all know that those episodes were the upmost priority for me and I will be rewatching those episodes on repeat like no other since it’s been far too long since Barriss has had her time to shine.

The majority of this post will be centered around those specific episodes because I’m just gonna just go ahead and say that the Morgan Elsbeth episodes were boring and didn’t tell me anything I didn’t already know about the character. Also the bullshit reasoning as to why Morgan doesn’t obviously look Dathomiran is so dumb in that my brain will malfunction if I think about it too much. If the “magic going away” thing was true then how do you explain Merrin and Ventress who still have power and retain their clear Dathomiran appearance? Either way, there is no way Darth Felonious could explain his “logic” to me there because it is all too clear that Morgan was never meant to be Dathomiran in the first place. She was just a bad lady with a spear and that’s that. Love the actress, but the character is just lame. Furthermore, it is so clear that the hat man knows absolutely nothing about Thrawn and I’m not even a Thrawn stan but why even if the guy involved if he just says a few words and leaves? Now before y’all come for me, yes I’m aware these episodes are shorts and the time is precious but to me they could have dedicated more time into explaining to me why Morgan is so loyal to Thrawn. Her reasoning for wanting to join the Empire is empty too in that the Separatists that annihilated her race is now the Empire so…to me that’s not enough reasoning for Morgan to be so dedicated. The only parts that had me engaged were the Grevious bits which were both beautiful and frightening at the same time.

Now onto the meat which is the Barriss arc which has me both elated and frustrated at the same time. Let’s begin with the stuff I absolutely love.

1.) Barriss proving herself to not be committed to the Dark Side/Empire is a huge win for me and other Barriss super fans who have been preaching this for over a decade. We knew from the moment the trailer came out that Barriss was just going to do what it took to survive and even though she was forced into doing things she really did not want to do, she stayed true to herself and escaped before it was too late. The light in her never left nor did it ever leave her and I just know that Luminara would have been so proud of her. Barriss constantly questioning the Grand Inquisitor and the Fourth Sister had me smiling because that is just Barriss. She will always question things that seem off and will defend her beliefs and values no matter what the danger to herself may be. The line of reclaiming her position of a Jedi is my absolute favorite line and gave me all the feels I get whenever Luke tells Palpatine that he is a Jedi like his father. On a final note, I loved that she showed genuine concern/fear for what was happening to the Jedi when Order 66 was happening and demanded an answer.

2.) Barriss being a healer and a protector. It is so satisfying to see it canon on screen that Barriss remains to be a healer after years of being obsessed with the Legends Medstar lore. I absolutely loved that Barriss took off her mask to the terrified boy in the village and protected him against the Fourth Sister’s unnecessary wrath only to save the non-binary (yay representation!) Jedi from death later that day. It all just makes me so happy to get that validation that Barriss has always had a big heart which makes her stand out from other Jedi in my opinion.

3.) Barriss sporting that lesbian pixie cut with the adorable laugh/smile lines and being a healer in the mountains helping Force sensitive and the sick/injured just makes my day. It warms my heart to see Barriss be at peace and doing so much good after so much pain and trauma from her past. Though I do miss her hood and would like to see a head covering on her again. Also doing the math, Barriss should be in her thirties during the third episodes so why did they age her up so much? I’ve heard the theory of the Force healing taking her life force but damn Luminara was in her late thirties during the Clone Wars and she had like nothing 😅 One other note that makes me smile is that Barriss is referred to as a “wise mother” and that’s just everything. Also she looks and acts like just like Luminara they truly could be mother and daughter it’s so sweet 💚💙

4.) Barriss defeating an Inquisitor without a weapon of her own and catching a blade with the Force is so fucking badass, I could re-watch that sequence on repeat forever.

5.)The vague Ahsoka mention had my Barrissoka heart exploding. I demand an animated Barrissoka show immediately.

Now here are the bits that have me frustrated and I demand that Darth Felonious fixes them later.

1.) The lack of closure between Barriss and Ahsoka/Luminara. Barriss hurt a lot of people from her actions but at the very least it would be nice to see her repair the damage she inflicted on the people closest to her. We never saw anything in regards to Luminara’s reaction to the bombing and knowing what gruesome fate awaits her in Rebels, I was so hoping the two would meet again, make amends before Luminara inevitably sacrificed herself as a final act of love and forgiveness for her Padawan. As for Ahsoka…if the two are able to work together in the future, could we at least see how exactly that came to be? I’m personally growing tired of major developments happening off-screen and we as an audience are just expected to roll with it. Again I’m aware these are shorts, but why do they have to be shorts? Why can’t we just delete the boring Morgan episodes and get like a movie or limited series on this exact journey?

2.) The return of yet another ambiguous ending for Barriss. I am a firm believer that Barriss is alive granted that people seem to get stabbed all the time in Star Wars and they get to live so why not Barriss? I understand what they’re doing with Barriss getting through to the Fourth Sister to show us that Barriss has come full circle in her journey from dark to light, however since I’m forced to believe that Barriss had some sort of relationship with this random Inquisitor pre-Empire instead of someone who did have a significant relationship to her, it falls flat for me and it enrages me that if Barriss were to die from this….well I just don’t have words for that. So now I’m wondering if I’m going to have to wait another 10 years to get answers. Thank the Force for fanfic and fanart to get me through.

3.) Does Barriss even know what the Empire did her Master? Because… I feel that’s another huge story thats being missed here. Ahsoka was able to get some closure with Anakin, why can’t Barriss have the same with Luminara?

4.) Never getting anything in terms of what pushed Barriss to bomb the Jedi temple in the first place. That’s my biggest beef with the original Clone Wars series since we see no development as to how Barriss goes from a kind gifted Padawan healer to mastermind of a terror plot. That could a book or show on its own.

5.) Star Wars continuing to miss what a satisfying redemption arc is. Not only do we need to understand what got a character to do the crime(s) but we need to see the growth that comes from it. That’s what makes the Obi-Wan Kenobi show so good to me is that I now know how Obi-Wan grew from RotS to where we meet him in ANH. I would love to see the same for Barriss, because you just know she’s been on very spiritual/emotional journey to get to where she was at the end of the show.

6.) Why was Vader even in this? Given the history Barriss and Anakin share, it is incredible that nothing happened between them post ROTS. And this is like fresh Vader still full of grief and anger by what’s happened so I doubt seeing Barriss even as an Inquisitor initiate would be anymore soothing. I just don’t understand…what a waste. Something more epic and cathartic could have come out of that interaction.

Well I’m done ranting for now, I’m curious to know what your guy’s thoughts are. Otherwise my brain is buzzing with fanfic story ideas and I’ll be getting back on the writing horse as I re-Watch the Barriss episodes into oblivion.

#star wars meta #tales of the empire meta #tales of the empire #tales of the empire spoilers #barriss offee #luminara unduli #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #obi wan kenobi #the clone wars #star wars

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kinokoshoujoart · 2 months

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is it really toxic yuri if she doesn’t demand you cut off your fingers for her happiness???

”You have given me gifts over 10,000 times. Congratulations!” haha happy wife happy life…. (my fingers are stumps)

as some of you may or may not have realized i am powerless to the siren call of the ultimate devilish blond Harvest Moon Scum Man, and given that the Japanese version of DS Cute gives you TWO saveslots and TWO hands and the ability to to be in a literal toxic lesbian best friendrriage with ultimate devilish mischievous blonde Harvest Moon Scum Woman i have no choice but to meet all of the Witch Princess’s super reasonable honey do list!!

so one of those fun little non negotiable requests from majo-sama is that you need to give her presents 10,000 times before she’ll even consider marrying you, even if you meet all the marriage requirements!

i don’t mean 10,000 items total— even if you give her a stack of 99 items, it only counts as +1 towards the “items given to witch” counter. you have to give her 10,000 items individually…

in normal gameplay (giving her 1 gift a day, accounting for the holidays when her house is closed) you’ll eventually reach 10,000 gifts!…in your 95th year!

you COULD give her 100 gifts a day every day and knock it out in less than a year, and this was my strategy at first! i quickly realized adding another tedious daily chore to a pile of tedious daily chores slowed the game loop to a crawl and splitting items out was really fucking annoying actually

on the other hand, in 5 IRL hours, you can just get it all done in one visit to her house and never worry about it ever again.

“wow, that sounds like a really great use of my limited time on god’s green earth! how can i too win my future wife’s heart through button mashing my fingers into a pulp?” you ask?

˚✧₊⁎optimized pro gamer technique for breaking your fingers yuri style!!٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶⁎⁺˳✧༚

you will need

dog (each time you show your pet, this adds +1 to the gift counter the same way a gift would)

the bottom screen should be the map screen (reduces loading time between conversations compared to having your rucksack open)

cast endurance on fingers (wait this is redundant, you saw yuri in the title…)

ideal but not required

sometimes when you enter her house, she’s facing the side and her walk cycle never starts. it’s great if you get this glitch because then you can just stand in place for the entire duration without having to look at the screen, and even like watch a movie or whatever while you do all this, instead of accidentally dropping your dog every time she walks to the other bookshelf

if you’re wondering “wait, doesn’t Witch Princess hate dogs and love cats? why are you showing her your dog?” you are absolutely correct! she yells at you to get that stupid beast away from her every time you show your dog to her! her FP goes down by 3 each time! however, since her response to the dog is shorter than her response to the cat, you end up saving like .6 seconds per conversation, saving over 1.5 hours total, so the dog is what she gets

anyway, in true Karen HM64 tradition, after being repeatedly harassed by having a dog she isn’t fond of shoved in her face ten thousand times in a row for like five hours straight, naturally this makes her want to marry you! who said good old fashioned courtly love is dead?!

* as a small note, if you care enough to keep track and give her an actual gift at the 10th, 100th, 1000th, and 10000th mark, you’ll get 4 of the limited Witch Photos early on, which each give you +1 sweet sweet farm degree points every day… honestly that’s not much, but the pain of being told “your hands are full soooo no reward for you lmaoooo sucks to be you” was too much to bear, so i kept track and used a normal present for the 10th, 100th, 1000th, and 10000th…

#my pony has TWO HANDS and they are both MANGLED!!!#i’m normal about hmds i play hmds in. a normal way #i have a walkthrough that i wrote for my own playthroughs because i like to do things in a certain order #half tempted to post it sometime to see if anyone has more efficient ways of doing things #queue tea pie #bokumono #harvest moon #harvest moon ds cute #harvest moon ds #hmds #hmds cute #witch princess #hmds witch princess

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laundrybiscuits · 9 months

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(young man what do you wanna be tag | Ch1-2 on AO3)

“Hey, did you and Jonathan tell Will to ask me about—” Steve glances around like the world’s worst spy, and leans close even though they’re the only living souls in the trailer. “About gay things?”

“Uh,” Eddie says. “No? Wait, Jonathan might’ve.”

Steve pushes both his hands through his hair. “Why would you do that! Shit!”

“Again, I did nothing in this scenario,” says Eddie. “I’m pretty sure this one specific thing is not my fault.”

“He asked me about our relationship,” says Steve. “He wanted gay advice.”

Eddie swallows down his first impulse, which is to demand to know whether Eddie’s advice isn’t good enough for Will all of a sudden. “Okay,” he says instead. “What did you tell him?”

“I don’t know! I quit giving Dustin advice on girls, like, years ago! By the time I was Will’s age, I was pretty busy fucking up the only serious relationship I ever had.”

“Sure, maybe, but you can’t think about age that way. It’s like…” Eddie tilts his head. “For a lot of us, there’s a—a late start, right? It’s like a whole different time scale, because we gotta figure ourselves out first. We don’t get the manual to all this shit, so we either waste our time chasing some kind of picket fence life that we don’t actually want, or we just make it up from scratch.”

“Right, cool, okay,” says Steve. “I didn’t say anything like that. I told him to keep his chin up. I—think I called him slugger.”

Eddie pats him on the shoulder sympathetically, definitely not feeling at all vindicated about the fact that he’s clearly winning at gay mentorship. “Could be worse. What did the littlest Byers say?”

“He’s taller than Jonathan now,” says Steve.

“So not the point, sweetheart.” Eddie rolls his eyes. “C’mon, how’d it go?”

“Shit, I don’t know.” Steve huffs out a breath and pushes his hand through his hair. “Not good, I don’t think. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing with that kid. He just wanted to know how I figured stuff out, and like—why I wouldn’t just go with girls.”

“Yeah, uh, on that note,” says Eddie. “Is this a new development? Like.”

He pauses, trying to figure out the exact right arrangement of words.

“Like…” he says, slowly. “I’m just wondering, you know, why it hasn’t come up before. I mean, you already know about me, everybody knows about me. Is it—”

Did you not want me to think—

Did you not want—

“Pretty new, I guess,” says Steve. He lies back, arms folded behind his head, taking up more than his fair share of Eddie’s bed. Eddie climbs over him and takes his usual place tucked up against the wall, keeping a careful distance.

Steve’s parents are leaving again tomorrow, so this might be the last time for a while. It’s not like they won’t be seeing each other all the time; at this point, they’re so tangled up in each other’s lives that it’s not so unusual for them to hang out every day for weeks without even trying.

But it might be the last time for a while that they lie here like this, in a shadowy space where the line between thoughts and words gets slippery enough to cross. Eddie tries real hard not to think of it as anything special; it’s just his stupid fucking heart running away with him, the way it always does.

“Okay,” says Eddie.

After a while, he says, “Goodnight.” Steve doesn’t answer.

———

“Eddie!” Robin hollers from across the store. “We’re enemies now!”

“Okay!” he yells back. “Why?”

“Why do you think, asshole!”

This is getting unsustainable, so Eddie wanders over to the counter where Robin’s cashing out.

“Is it because I’m giving you a ride home out of the goodness of my heart? Unconventional, but I respect that.”

She chucks a balled-up receipt at his head. “Steve, dumbass.”

“Whoa, whoa,” he says, ducking out of the way and holding up his hands like he’s trying to soothe a spooked horse. “I dunno what he told you, but I didn’t do anything to him.”

“Exactly,” snaps Robin.

“Robin,” he whines, switching tactics. “C’mon, don’t be pissed at me. You know you’re my favorite lesbian in the whole wide world. You’re the cheese in my burger, the fries in my shake. My wretched soul cannot bear the weight of your scorn.”

He can tell she’s still trying to be mad, but the corner of her mouth is twitching, so he drapes himself over the counter and wails, “Milady Robin! Say only that you can forgive my dark and unworthy deeds, whatever they may be, or I shall perish right here in this fine establishment.”

“You really don’t know what you did, huh,” she sighs. “God, you’re the worst.”

Eddie peeks up at her through his hair. “Planning to enlighten me any time soon? Or are we going straight to pistols at dawn?”

“We are going to be driving me home,” says Robin. “And we’re going through Taco Bell on the way. We’re still gonna be enemies, but you can purchase a temporary peace treaty for the low, low price of two chalupas and a large Sprite.”

———

“Hey, Harrington, why’s Robin mad at me?”

“Mad at—? Oh. Uh, I think she misunderstood some stuff.”

Eddie groans. “Is this about the fake dating thing again?”

Steve looks a little pained. “Maybe?”

“Byers needs to go his own way! Call it another—lonely day, or—you know what I mean. Buckley can’t take in every wounded baby bunny that stumbles across her path.”

“I don’t think that’s what’s happening.”

“Sure, okay. So, do I need to defend my honor by finding Will a boyfriend or something?” Eddie pauses. “I realize that sounds like an insane scheme, but consider this: it’s still better than Operation Happy Ending, so I’m standing by it.”

“Not cool, man,” calls Argyle from the floor. Eddie has a theory that Argyle likes lying down on the floor because he’s tall. It’s not a very well-developed theory.

“No, no, I’m fully on board with the name,” Eddie assures him. “Baller name. You hit it out of the park on that one, dude.”

“Righteous,” says Argyle. “Appreciate the support.”

“The idea still sucks,” says Eddie. “But that is one hundred percent the fault of Jonathan Byers, and you remain the utterly blameless light of my life.”

A sudden thought strikes him, and he sits up, dislodging Steve’s hand in his hair.

“Hang on, Steve—did you ever actually tell Will that we’re not dating?”

“What? Yeah, of course.” Steve frowns. “Uh, probably? Man, I don’t really remember.”

Eddie shoots him a squinty look, and Steve holds his hands up. “Dude, I don’t know! I wasn’t trying to lie to the kid, there was a lot going on. Don’t know why he didn’t go ask Argyle instead.”

“Oh, he totally did, my bro,” says Argyle. “I think he’s, like, doing the rounds. I just told him not to worry about a thing and let the Lady Fate lead the way. I dunno if he was ready to embrace the Lady, though. He didn't really seem to get it.”

“Fucking great.” Steve leans back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. “Between the three of us, maybe he’ll get some kind of actual goddamn life lesson or whatever.”

“Fuck you, I am an amazing Gandalf. I mean mentor,” says Eddie. "Wait, shit. Does that mean Byers has been getting most of his actual gay advice from me? Holy shit, we can't let that happen. I'm like—the worst possible future for that kid. Steve, you gotta go back and try again."

He smacks Steve's shoulder. "Go back and tell him some real stuff! And tell him we're not dating, or he'll think he has to settle for the first loser that threatens him with a broken bottle!"

"Wait, is that—you don't actually think that, do you?"

"I mean, I'd like to say nobody will ever threaten him with a broken bottle, but Lady Fate works in mysterious ways. And frankly, given his whole…" Eddie waves a diffident hand. "Penchant for sniffing out trouble like a bloodhound after a T-bone, he's definitely going to wind up on the wrong end of a bar fight at least once or twice."

He pauses. "Don't tell Jon I said that, he'll wig out."

"Okay, but like—you know you're not—a loser, right?"

Steve touches Eddie’s back, a warm brush of fingers, and Eddie shrugs uncomfortably. "Just a figure of speech, Harrington. Don't worry your pretty little head about my ego, I'm doing great."

"Hell yeah you are," says Argyle. "Great as Gandalf."

Eddie is like 90% sure Argyle doesn't actually know who Gandalf is, but he appreciates the gesture.

"Thanks, dude," he says, poking Argyle’s head with his foot affectionately. "You're a great Gandalf too. The most Gandalferous."

"Can everyone stop saying Gandalf please," says Steve, so obviously Eddie has to bellow "Gandalf Gandalf Gandalf" right in his ear until Steve puts him in a headlock.

It's a pretty good afternoon.

#steddie #fic: young man what do you wanna be #forgot to bring headphones on a 2hr train ride so I'm just running down my phone battery by writing a bit #I've posted maybe half of this in ask games etc already but this should be a wee bit more coherent #this will absolutely need more editing before it goes into the ao3 version tho

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simpsforwomen · 1 year

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Hiii! Can I pls request a fic when Wednesday accidentally comes out as lesbian to fem!reader and she’s over the moon happy

(Bc she knows now she’s got a chance bc she’s got a little crush on Wednesday)

Just a sweet little one and an adorably embarrassed Wednesday❤️😭

No pressure at all <3

✧ reply: Hiii! I saw this and had to start writing immediately. This is too cute! Here's my take on it. Enjoy!

❦ 𝗢𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗬𝗼𝘂

✧ warnings: n/a

✧ pairing(s): Wednesday Addams x gn!reader

✧ summary: (request)

✧ word count: 511

✧ a/n: i never specify genders in my fics since they're not exactly third person. i hope this one is still okay even though i didn't directly mention that the reader is afab. i love you all and as always, comments, feedback, and corrections are greatly appreciated. thank you and enjoy! <3

☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎

Wednesday had invited you for drinks at Weathervane. She never said why but you had nothing to do anyway so you agreed.

"Order for Wednesday!"

She stood up and walked to the counter. You heard her say a quick 'thank you' to Tyler the barista, before he smiled dreamily at her. Ignoring him, she walked back to the booth you two were sitting in.

Although it hurt, Tyler was giving her pretty obvious signs. From writing little messages on her cup to drawing occasional black hearts. Besides, there was a dance coming up and Wednesday has yet to find a date. Speaking of which—neither have you.

"He definitely likes you." You observed. "You should ask him to the Rave'N."

Wednesday took a sip of her drink, seeming to like it. She was trying something new.

"I don't enjoy the company of men." She stated plainly.

"Oh okay." You shrugged, not thinking much of it.

And then you realized.

Oh.

OH.

From the looks of it, she realized too. Her cheeks were light pink. They had color.

Your eyes lit up and you practically screamed with joy. Wednesday obviously noticed.

Still deadpanning, she asked. "Why are you so happy?"

You knew she was already embarrassed but you had to tell her. It was now or never.

"It's 'cause—" You pause, taking a deep breath. "I've had a crush on you for like—the longest time and I never knew how to tell you because I didn't know if you even liked women and I was too embarrassed to ask and—" You were rambling.

"Quiet, (Y/N)." She glared at you, her cheeks even more flushed now.

You couldn't help but blush a bit yourself. Taking a sip of your drink, you notice Thing crawling up on the table and signing something to Wednesday. It was difficult to tell what he was trying to say since his back was facing you.

"No. Not right now." Wednesday glared at him. "Say a word to anyone and I will kill you."

He then frantically signed something else, making Wednesday sigh rather deeply.

"Fine." Wednesday turned to you, softening her eyes. "I..." She hesitated, an unusual occurrence.

"Yes?" You asked curiously, knowing that anything emotion-wise was hard for her.

"I enjoy your company." She blurted out then turned to Thing in embarrassment.

You giggled while Thing motioned something to her again, earning another deadly glare. The nonverbal banter continued before Wednesday finally gave in. Her cheeks were still flushed when she turned back to you.

"Attend the Rave'N with me." She demanded.

"Only if you ask nicely." You were teasing her now and there was no way she would—

"Will you—" Wednesday started, and there was a long pause before she continued. "Please attend the Rave'N with me?"

You were bursting with joy. "Yes Wednesday, I would love to! You're adorable when you're embarrassed."

"Call me adorable again and I will personally decapitate all your stuffed animals." She threatened while fidgeting with the hem of her skirt.

You smirked, looking into her eyes. "Adorable. So very adorable..."

#wednesday x y/n #wednsday addams #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday #nevermore #oneshot #gn reader #fem reader #fluff #request #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #wednesday x you #wednesday netflix #wednesday series #wednesday fanfic

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foursaints · 2 months

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Just one ask and you have me hooked on Pandora/Lucius. I can't find anything on that ship. 🥺🥺 Feed me some crumbs plssss🥺🥺🥺

they’re literally just this image

ok let’s get into it…. to me, this all stems from the idea that i personally find pandora’s story more compelling if she’s with another death eater. her choice to stay out of the war is one of the few pieces of characterization we have — i don’t really like it when she’s with an order member, because it almost casts her decision as a choice of “my lover vs my brother”. i want both of pandora’s loyalties on the same side, and for her to ultimately choose herself

secondly, i want to emphasize pandora’s goodness bc it distinguishes her from evan. it’s a tricky needle to thread because pandora can be such a violent, ugly character (she’s a rosier!!) and i don’t want to see her softened or redeemed. i want her with someone worse, or bad in different ways, in whose life she can play a redemptive role despite her shortcomings. insert that “my very own honey-haired angel of death” quote

i like it when two characters who suck can make each other better specifically by having flaws that run in opposite directions… i see pandora & lucius as sad because of that. they shouldn’t have enjoyed each other as much as they did

lucius’s flop marriage to his lesbian wife hits a little differently if you consider pandora. maybe for ONCE in his miserable shallow life he grabbed ahold of something that was wild and magic and different and unfamiliar and REAL. then he lost it forever and never experienced anything similar ever again.

i think he thinks sometimes. that if he weren’t an heir, or if she wasn’t another in the sacred 28, or if they weren’t wizards at all- they could have kept sneaking around and arguing and incensing each other until they wound up doing it married. and sometimes he wonders if it would have been better to come home to a little flat instead of a pureblood manor, to a wife that would have swatted him on the head and called him an idiot. he thinks he would have rolled up his sleeves to help with her experiments.

and pandora marries xeno!! who is interesting and passionate and kind to her, and NEVER judgmental, and who couldn’t be more different from lucius. she tells herself that she loves being with someone smart and good-hearted and friendly, who she can really respect. she is happy, probably.

except lucius was nasty and contemptuous and stuck up and smug and soo judgmental and demanding and arrogant and conniving and essentially impossible to get along with, but he never once BORED her. and he made her laugh like nobody else. and he was capable of fully understanding her. she probably remembers that over & over

#a #i should make a tag #ludora

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frogs00 · 1 month

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"I still hate your guts."

Warning: Smut, pure smut, and cursing! Pairing: Regina x Janis Summary: Regina and Janis have a very intense encounter in the locker room showers.

Janis stretched as she felt the warm water wash down her back, humming to herself. She had just finished gym and was showering, having to run the mile, which she had always dreaded, but she did fine regardless. She wrung out her hair and wrapped a towel around herself, the locker room was already empty. Strange, she thought. She heard the sound of a curtain opening and turned and yelped when Regina was standing there in her own towel. Regina looked her up and down, "Hey there." She said casually, a smirk playing on her still perfectly pink lips, despite having no make-up on, all of it washed away from her shower. Janis couldn't help but wonder how she didn't notice someone showering in the stall beside her. "Hey," Janis rasped, her gaze trailing her; Regina had come out as lesbian a while ago, and she had apologized but didn't change the fact they were beyond sour towards each other and had been for a few months. But seeing her in nothing but a towel awoken something in her. Regina's gaze trailed her with a mischievous glint in her blue eyes, "You're short." She commented, and Janis scoffed. "And you're infuriating," She sniped back, "I guess neither of us can change certain things about ourselves then." Her tone was teasing and light, but her heart was racing. Regina let out a laugh, shaking her head, "So pissy, it's a shame," She said and took a step forward and ran a finger down her jawline with her free hand, "you really are adorable."

Janis clutched her towel and glared up at her, "Oh fuck me." the brunette said and rolled her eyes, backing up a bit.

"Is that figure of speech or a request?" Regina smirked and leaned closer to the smaller girl. What is with her?! Janis thought, her face reddening. "That is not what I meant!" She basically growled. Regina seemed unfazed by this biting her lip, "Oh really? Because you seem kind of bothered Jan. I could always take you up on that offer. " Janis's blushed deepened at this.

Janis was weighing something in her mind, backing back into the shower, biting her lower lip, "You get on my nerves." She said in a near flirtatious, suggestive, tone voice, adjusting her towel, a bit nervous.

Regina smirked, and followed her into the shower, closing the shower curtain behind her, "I'm sure I do." she agreed with a shrug. "You talk too much, you know that?" Janis said, and with her free hand, grabbed Regina's chin and pulled her into an angry kiss. Regina didn't hesitate to return the kiss, her tongue tracing the seams of her lips demanding access. Janis parted her lips, the blonde's tongue exploring her mouth, and Regina's hands her finger wrapped around her wrist and pulled away, pining it to the wall behind her, her towel falling to the wet shower floor. "Ah, fuck," Janis murmured against her lips and undid Regina's towel after getting a nod of confirmation. Regina chuckled and pressed against her, her finger running down her skin. She slipped her leg in between Janis's thighs, ran one hand up into her hair, and tugged her head back roughly, leaving kisses and nips down it. "Don't you dare fucking mark me," Janis warned, Regina only snickered. Her fingers dug into Janis's soft flesh slightly. One hand slipped around to cup her ass, giving it a soft squeeze, "Shut up." Regina said, before Janis could respond she pressed her lips against her again, and the brunette melted into the kiss.

Regina's lips curved into a smirk as she felt her melt into the kiss, her free hand roaming down her stomach and towards her now aching cunt. She nibbled on her lower lip before pulling back slightly, her breath hot against her neck as she spoke, "I think you're enjoying this much more than you should Jan." She teased.

"I'd like you to shut up and fuck me," Janis said and pulled her into another sloppy kiss.

That seemed to have been what the tall girl needed to hear, as she chuckled, "You're pathetic." Regina mumbled, one hand rubbing at the girl's clit.

"You're one to talk-" she was cut off with a sharp exhale as she felt a finger dip down, teasing her entrance.

With one hand still rubbing her clit, she used the other to push her legs apart. "Be a good girl and spread your legs for me," Regina ordered the brunette. Janis rolled her eyes, and obeyed, but not before mumbling something along the line of 'fuck you'.

As she spread your legs, Regina took advantage of the situation and slipped two fingers inside of her easily, slowly, and steadily, feeling the tightness around her fingers, "Easy." she tsked.

Janis opened her mouth to object, but instead, a breathless moan spaced her lips, and she tightened her grip on the girl's shoulders as they curled inside her, "Fuck you." Janis whimpered.

Regina laughed and increased the pace of her fingers. Janis could already feel her edge approaching, but suddenly she slowed, making Janis huff in frustration, "What the fuck?" She almost whined.

"Watch it," Regina teased, her voice holding a slightly dangerous edge, still slowing till she came to a complete stop, just to pick up the pace again She repeated this over twice, with some, but little argument from the brunette.

Janis's back arched against the wall, and she ran her hand up the blonde's sides, feebly muffling the noises that slipped from her by biting her bottom lip. She squeezed her breast, eliciting a small moan from the blonde as she massaged them.

Janis fluttered her eyes closed, her climax growing again, until she shuddered with pleasure letting out soft moans. Her legs shaking, almost giving out simply from being edged, but the blonde held her in place, panting. "You're...good." She admitted, dizzy.

Regina smirked down at her, and Janis pushed her back by her shoulders after she found her footing and caught her breathe, "Well, well-" she was cut off by Janis flipping her around, then slinking to her knees in front of her, to Regina's confusion.

She pushed the blonde against the wall by her hips, "Not a word about this, you hear?" Regina smirked down at her.

"Like I'd tell anyone." She said smugly.

"Don't even," She teased, her tone lighter and more playful than she had meant it to be, "I'm just returning the favor."

"Oh, proceed," She willed her, and Janis did just that. She licked a stripe up her slit, and Regina gasped.

Her tongue was suspiciously skillful, delving deeper, gently sucking on her cilt. Regina gripped her hair, and pulled her back, making her look at her roughly, "Don't try anything." Janis rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to respond, but her face was pushed back down.

She continued to eat her out, her nose brushing against her cilt. The grip on her hair brought her both pain and pleasure. She brought her to her climax quickly and kissed her thighs as she came down.

"I still hate your guts," Janis said after a second, wiping her mouth.

"Says the girl who just went down on me." Regina retorted, smirking. Janis scoffed and stood up.

"Fuck you, and now I need to shower again." She said, and looked down at her naked form, she rubbed her neck.

"My bad," Regina purred and wrapped a towel around herself. She left the stall with a kiss on the corner of Janis's mouth.

Janis leaned against the wall, her legs sore, "I'm stupid." She muttered, but couldn't help the small smile playing on her lips.

She turned around, and turned on the water, thanking god this was her last period of the day.

Please enjoy! I said I would @ you when I finished so here: @reneeswif3

#janis imi'ike #regina george #rejanis #rejanis fanfiction #regina x janis #mean girls 2024 #janis x regina

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