#a good close friend of mine just came out to me as bi

[winniethewife]

It's undeniably real (Layla El-Faouly x The Moonknight system x Reader)

Chapter 1: Then, it's the best feeling I've even known

Words: 1282

Warning: sex mentioned not described.

Three months ago when my best friend, and childhood crush, Layla El-Faouly reached out asking if I would like to possibly be in a threesome with her and her Husband Marc I was surprised. One they never seemed the type for Non-Monogamy, and Two I was pretty sure Layla was over her Bi-curious phase a long time ago. It was a pretty amazing night. I was pretty sure I would never have sex that good again, but I was very wrong. I have sex like that all the time. About a week after that night they had invited me over again, this time, I found out a lot more. About Marc’s DID, About Steven and Jake, about Moon-knight, and their adventures around the world. I felt like I could probably take that all into stride as their friend, then came the next surprise.

They asked me out.

They wanted me to be in a relationship with them, all of them. I had felt like my heart stopped that second. It took me sometime to process it and decide.

It had been a long day at work, I had just managed to get in the door and get out of my work clothes when there was a knock at the door. I went to take a look though my peephole It was Marc. I opened the door with a half smile on my face.

“Hey, Marc. Come on in.” I smiled and gestured for him to come inside.

“Hey, I’m sorry to not call or something before coming over I...I needed to see you.” He says in his usual gruff voice. He needed to see me? This was something else.

“Oh, um Okay.” I closed the door after he walked in. “Is something wrong?”

“Look, I thought it would be a good idea if, I asked you on a date, and they Want to ask you on a date as well, Especially Jake, He and Layla, don’t exactly get along…It’s a long story.” He seemed anxious about it, about asking me out.

“Does Layla also want a date? Is this some kinda trail period? First four dates free?” I try to lighten the mood with a joke. Marc smirks and chuckles.

“Yeah, something like that. I’m sure Layla would enjoy that. Sorry…this is still new to me…to us.” He rubs the back of his neck and averts his gaze.

“And not to me.” Admittedly my last triad hadn’t ended well but I had more experience in this than they did. “Anyway you feel about it is totally normal. Its how you act on those feelings that matters.” We sat in the living room for hours after that. Talking about how he felt, talking about how the others felt, and talking about how we all felt about Layla. I put my hand on his knee at one point and he after thinking for a second put his hand on mine, and that’s when I think I knew, no matter how those first dates went, I was saying yes.

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Now three months later I’m grocery shopping with Layla, trying to figure out what one of the boys wrote on the shared grocery list, her arm around my waist as I’m holding the list.

“I can’t read Jake’s handwriting, what the hell does this say?” She points at it.

“Horchata Mix.” I laugh

“How can you read that?”

“He leaves me little love notes, like in the book I’m reading or on my bathroom mirror. I had to figure out what they said. So I made a cipher.”

“Well Jeeze, For all the times I managed to get him to talk to me all he could do was cuss me out.” Layla chuckles. Layla and Jake had a rough start of it, when He first showed up he brought chaos into their lives again and after they had just managed to settle down again. Layla had every right to feel like she did, but Jake also had a right to live a life, and for some reason, He really liked living his life with me. Which made me think of our first “free date”

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“Dress for dancing. Can’t wait to see you. -J” That’s all the text said. The text made me laugh. The short black dress that hugs every curve of my body, the comfortable dance heels from my days in dance class, delicate makeup, hair done nicely. I thought I did well. I was surprised when Marc and Layla had said Jake wanted to take me out first. Apparently he had practically begged. I thought they were kidding at first, until I had gotten the text from Jake. Once I was ready I checked my phone to see a text from Jake.

“Outside. –J”

I felt my heart start to race as I left the building. He was standing outside his car, a flirtatious smirk on his face, It was a little odd to see Marc’s body but know it wasn’t him, how he held himself, the way he dressed, it was all very different. I walked up to him. I looked him over for the first time, he was dressed very nice, dress pants, white button up, dark tie, and the pageboy cap pulled over his dark curls was a good touch.

“It’s good to finally meet you Hermosa. You look stunning.”  His Spanish accent was a bit of a surprise.

“Thank you Jake, It’s really nice to meet you too.” I smile and lean in to kiss his cheek, a soft chuckle leaves his lip before returning the favor.

“Tu eres muy dulce…” His Honeyed words hit my ear and a shiver goes down my back. He opened the car door for her and she sat down in the car. As we drove to the dance hall we made some simple conversation. We pull into the parking lot of the dance hall and Jake is a gentleman the whole way in, opening doors, taking my hand, ordering my drink, it was quite sweet. But I had no idea what I was in for when we hit the dance floor.

He takes one of my hands in his and his other wraps around my waist, and he gives me a warm smile. It was my turn to surprise him by knowing where to hold myself in a starting dance position, a small smirk on my face as he chuckles and we start to dance together. I feel my heart thumping in my chest as His dark brown eyes met mine, something in the quality behind them, was different then when Marc looked at me. Everything about him was sensual, every touch, every turn, every second I felt like I was dancing on air. At some point we took a break and sat down to talk.

“Where did you learn to dance Muñeca?” He asks

“I took a bunch of classes in college, and some more recently with my ex. ” I answered honestly “And you?”

“If I told you I’d have to kill you.” He says with a chuckle. I laughed.

“Alright keep you’re secrets Lockley.”

“How else am I gonna keep you on your toes? Hm?” He wiggles his eyebrows at me and I couldn’t help but laugh again.

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I put the blue bag of Horchata Mix in the cart with a smile then looked up at Layla. Her coffee eyes looked at me with an affection I had learned to enjoy over the last three months. I was thankful every single second I had with them. I had learned many times over the years that love like this is rare and fleeting, I just hope this time it lasts.

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Masterlist

Chapter 2

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[captainsy-cookiemonster]

Welcome Home

Prompt: Okay! You gonna love this A sandwich.... between....*drum rolls* Mike and Touch Starved!Will … They both brothers, and Mike is a horn dog, while after 3 month parted Will needs a hard release after a stressful business agenda😘😘

Summary: while your one roommate is away, things get steamy with your other roommate. it just so happens that the roommate who was gone comes back while you’re fooling around with the other one. this is fun.

Pairing: bi!Mikey x unnamed OFC x bi!Will Shaw

Warnings: dom x switch x switch, f2l, threeway, p in v sex, oral sex, unprotected sex, cumming inside (on, uhh both ends), grinding, little bit of degradation, implication that Mikey came in his pants while OFC was grinding on him once, my first time writing a threeway, me picking up a wip after moooonths and a very draining semester, hints at a possible polyamorous relationship?, rules of physics? is this even possible? we don’t ask these kinds of questions here sir, the female character is not described beyond having “grip-able” hair however you want to define it, for the sake of not being called inclusive enough for a reader i chose to make her an unspecified OFC

Names used: bunny, good girl, sweetheart, slut, good boy (Mikey), sir (Will)

A/N: I hope you don’t mind that I changed your prompt a little bit. I didn’t really feel comfortable writing them as brothers, so I made them all roommates. Thank you so much @wolvesandhoundshowltogether @littlefreya and @luna-aestas for helping me when i got stuck or felt it sucked. You girls are amazing ❤️ not beta'd much. Typos we're going down swingin'!

Word count: ca 4k

Title: Welcome Home

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It started as roommates. As a guy in his junior year, with friends mostly in higher semesters, Will was suddenly left with an empty apartment and a rent that was far too high to handle all by himself. 

That’s when I came into play, a little freshman who happened to not have gotten a dorm room on campus. It was especially convenient since I got a job at the little café just across the street once I was accepted into college. The wage was just enough for rent and food and I was lucky my parents still supported me.

A few weeks into the semester, another boy joined our little arrangement. Mikey was trouble, which, in a way, was good because that meant he was rarely home. He was always out partying, slept during the day, and missed most of his courses. But at least that meant it was quiet when Will and I  had to study or do homework.

That was two years ago. The three of us have become close friends, almost like family. The boys grew protective of their little barista, who would bring them their favorite coffee whenever I came home. They were almost like big brothers. Well… Almost.

Will has finished his bachelor’s by now and is currently building his own startup, while part time working on his master's program.  So he’s still living in the apartment with the two of us.

Well actually… not right now. He had to go away for three months. Something to do with his business, I can’t really remember. 

Three months alone with Mikey have been... interesting, to say the least. And fun. Lots of fun. Take that however you want.

Right now, we're lounging on the couch, watching some silly movie. I couldn't tell the name even with a gun to my head. It’s late, and Mikey's soft, but progressively more daring caress is using up all the focus I can muster. His hand snuck into my shorts and is squeezing my buttcheek. I bite my lip to stifle a whimper and press my thighs together. He does it again, drawing the same reaction from me; except this time, I bury my face into his chest. I can practically feel his smirk and look up to glare at him. I don’t even meet his eyes before his lips catch mine in a sloppy kiss. 

In a scramble of arms and legs, he pulls me to straddle his lap, his hands kneading my ass while mine paw at his chest and neck, tug at his hair, and grip his shoulders. It’s messy. It’s clumsy. It’s desperate. I want more. I need it. I need to be closer, need to feel him everywhere. 

I start grinding my hips into his crotch, feeling him grow. His hands on my hips urge me on, but instead of speeding up, I slow down. Giggling and out of breath, I break the kiss.

“Nuh-uh, remember last time? Not gonna happen again.”

Mikey huffs and rolls his eyes. “That was one time!”

Laughing, I shake my head and lean down to kiss him again. His hands are everywhere, on my ass, my hips, then sliding up my back underneath my shirt. With skilled fingers, he unclasps my bra, pulling the straps off my arms. As it falls between us, I take it and blindly throw it into the room behind us. Faintly, I hear it hitting the floor before my attention focuses on Mikey’s hands sliding up my tummy and letting his thumbs brush over that spot on my ribs. 

I gasp and grind my hips down harder, making him chuckle. In response, I capture his bottom lip between my teeth, tugging and sucking on it a little before releasing it. Can’t have the boy think he’s got the upper hand in this.

But he still thinks he does. His hands find my tits, and the triumphant grin on his face…

“Oh! Your nipples are hard! Is this turning you on, baby?”

Ugh! That boy! 

“No, Mikey. Obviously not.” I roll my eyes and snort. “And what about you? I’m sure you find it absolutely terrible to have me grinding in your lap, hm? As hard as your cock is.”

“Hatin’ it.” He grins and pinches my nipples. “You know what I’d like better?” He leans in, his breath hot against my neck. “If the two of us got naked.”

“Hm, yeah… Now that you’re saying it… that does sound like a good idea.”

Scrambling to my feet, I’m quick to slide down my jogging shorts. I’m about to take off my shirt, when Mikey gets up and stands right in front of me… Entirely naked. Damn, he’s quick!

“Lemme do it?”

I just nod, lifting my arms to assist him, but of course, he takes his sweet time, letting the tips of his fingers glide up my skin underneath the fabric. Of course, he has to squeeze my tits when he reaches them, but he lifts the shirt over my face too quickly for me to glare at him. It doesn’t stop me from trying, though. Once the shirt is off my body and Mikey sees my face, he can’t suppress a chuckle and quickly kisses the tip of my nose to make the glare disappear. To his credit, it works. A hot flush gathers in my cheeks, and I quickly turn around, searching the room for… Damn.

“Be right back,” I tell Mikey over my shoulder, taking off my panties to toss at him, but I’ve already dashed through the door before I know if I hit him or not.

Not even a minute later, I come back to the living room, finding Mikey still where I had left him, with my panties in his hands, grinning to himself, most likely proud of himself for getting me to soak them that much.

“What do you want with that?” he asks once he notices I’m back, eyes on the towel in my hand.

“Well… I thought that Will would appreciate it if he didn’t come home to cum stains on the couch.” I shrug.

“Ohhh, yeah… Probably.”

He takes the towel from my hand and puts it down on the couch, then sits down on it. Mikey pats his thighs, signaling for me to sit, but I look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh!” He grins sheepishly, realizing what I’m looking at and quickly tosses my panties to the floor. He doesn’t even manage to pat his lap again before I climb on top of him. With one hand on my hip, the other on my neck, Mikey pulls me closer until my lips meet his, and the length of his cock rubs against my pussy.

I start to grind my hips into him, throwing my head back at the friction. I feel Mikey’s breath heavy on my neck, then his soft lips on my tender skin. His hands grip me tighter as I move on his cock, pulling my hips deeper into him. By now, the hand he had on my neck has wandered to the back of my head, tugging at my hair to keep my throat exposed to his kisses. I’m sure my neck will be covered in hickeys tomorrow. There’ll be bruises on my hip, too. Fuck! The thought of carrying his marks makes me even wetter. 

“Bunny, I need you,” Mikey pants against my neck. I nod, and he lets me go, so I can sit up. He grips his cock to guide himself in as I hover above his lap, steadying myself with my hands on his shoulders.

“Ready?” I ask.

“Just a second.”

Oh… yeah… Mikey and tits, how could I forget? With my chest on eye level, of course Mikey has to bury his face into it, peppering kisses all over my boobs, sucking and biting at my nipples until I’m a whimpering mess, swaying my hips in the search for friction, inches away from his cock.

“Okay, ready.” He grins, his free hand coming up to my hip to help me ease down on him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! No matter how many times we do it, I’ll never get used to his size. The delicious stretch of being seated on him all the way has me panting.

“Good girl.”

“Mhh.”

For a moment, I just sit there, resting my head against his shoulder while feeling him pulse inside me. I smile against his skin when he begins to gently stroke my back. His hands shift down to my waist when I start to roll my hips slowly. He squeezes my hips, making me lift up and brace myself on his shoulders. 

Gasping, I relish in the feeling of his cock stroking every spot inside me. I go faster. Harder. His hands shift even lower, grabbing at my butt and guiding my movements. 

"Fuck," we sigh in unison, before breaking in a fit of giggles. With heaving breath, I smile at him, wiping a strand of sweaty hair from his brow before cradling the back of his head in my hands, leaning in to kiss him. He kisses back instantly, tongue swiping along my lower lip to request entrance. Opening my mouth for him, I let his tongue explore my mouth, sucking on it and trying to fight for dominance. We both moan into the kiss, the movement of our hips growing more sloppy, rushed.

"Hey, uh… Oh."

We jump at the familiar voice. Wide-eyed, we turn towards the door, where we find a very flustered looking Will. The thud of his bag hitting the floor makes my eyes snap to his hand that dropped it, then the prominent bulge in the front of his jeans. Once my eyes find his face again, I can spot the hint of a smirk playing around his lips.

"Uhm." Mikey's voice is a little shaky. I feel him twitch inside me. I look back at him, raising my eyebrows in question. He gives me a nod and grinning, I nod back. 

"Will! C'mere." I turn towards him and gesture for him to come closer. He hesitates for a moment before finally taking determined steps towards Mikey and me. 

Standing in front of us, Will leans down to meet my face. his hand reaches up to caress my cheek and I lean into it, missing the gentle touch when his hand wanders down. I gasp when I feel his fingers lightly squeezing my throat, my eyes fluttering shut when he gets even closer. His kiss is still rougher than expected, his tongue claiming dominance right away. I feel myself clenching around Mikey’s cock, a new wave of wetness soaking his lap. Will breaks the kiss way too soon. I try to chase his lips as he pulls back, but he keeps my head in place with his hand around my throat. Smiling while I pout at him, he turns to Mikey.

“Has she been good?”

I feel Mikey shuffle to sit up straighter. A moment passes before he can answer, stunned and with his mouth hanging open slightly. “Yes.” Another moment before he adds an uncertain “...sir?”

Will just nods before finally sitting down right next to Mikey. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me too?”

All I can do is bite my lip and nod. As a reward he grabs my neck again and pulls me in for another deep kiss that leaves me breathless.

Feeling Mikey’s cock twitch inside me, I start grinding on him again. Hot breath against my ear and suddenly there is a pair of lips sucking on my neck. I whimper against Will’s lips when Mikey starts to graze his teeth over the sensitive skin below my ear.

Once Will allows me a moment to breathe again, I kiss my way down to his neck. It’s so much rougher than Mikey’s, the well grown out stubble leaves my lips tingling. I feel him turning his head and his Adam's apple bob against my kiss. At first I think it was to give me better access, but from above me I hear the unmistakable sound of a hesitant but needy kiss. 

Are they- ? Oh fuck, why is that so hot?

Mikey must have felt me squeezing around him because a moment later his hand that was still on my body pushes me to adjust on his cock by the small of my back, nudging against that spot, making me gasp. Being so focused on the changed sensation inside of me, I haven’t even noticed how my nails have started to dig into Will’s chest, until I hear his groan. It wasn’t a pained groan, more like he was enjoying it. Maybe even a little too much. I took that for a sign to take the next step and while he and Mikey are still making out, I start to unbutton Will’s shirt, kissing and nibbling at every inch of skin I uncovered, making sure to scrape my nails down his chest as I go. The lower I go, the more he tangles his fingers into my hair, pushing me further. Once I reach the waistline of his jeans, nuzzle my nose against the thick hair of his happy trail and look up at him with big eyes.

“Can I?” I ask, with my hands on his thighs, close to his crotch.

“Can you what? C’mon, be a good girl. Use your words.”

Wow, those three months really changed him.

I swallow a little nervously and nod before I try again. “Can I take your cock out? I wanna taste it.”

Waiting for an answer, I watch as Mikey sucks on the side of Will’s neck, making him throw his head back and groan.

“Please… sir?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, you can.”

With eager fingers I unbutton his jeans and fumble a little before I manage to pull down the zipper. Already starting to drool with anticipation, I tug at his boxers. He lifts his hips to help me and finally I’m met with the sight of his hard cock springing free.

He is a bit thicker than Mikey, but they’re about the same length. Taking hold of him, I give the head a gentle little kiss before sticking out my tongue to collect the small drop of pre cum leaking from the tip.

“Mmm, good girl,” Will hums and strokes my hair. “Suck on it, c’mon.”

I nod before I take him in my mouth, just the head, suckling on it and toying with it a little with my tongue.

The moan that comes out of his mouth… I’ve never heard anything sexier. It has me squeezing around Mikey unconsciously. 

“Fuuuuuck,” I hear him mutter into Will’s neck. 

The wave of confidence that washes over me at the fact I’m pleasuring not one but two men makes me take Will deeper into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks and press my tongue against the underside of his cock, slowly taking more of him. As I keep bobbing my head up and down his grip on my hair becomes tighter and more and more moans fall from his mouth .

The tingling sensation that spreads through my body from that makes me try to take him even deeper, until I start gagging and my eyes begin to water. By now, my nose is pressing into his hip.

“I can’t… I can’t!” I suddenly hear Mikey wheeze. Will immediately lets go of my hair and I hurry to get off Mikey’s lap.

“What is it?” 

I’m stunned at how calmly Will asks that while I’m staring at a panting Mikey, almost panicking.

“I fucking need…” he wheeses again. Both Will and I stare at him, anxiously waiting for him to continue. “... to get off!” 

I let out a sigh of relief, watching Will chuckle and playfully nudge Mikey with his elbow. The younger man smiles sheepishly and scratches the back of his head.

“I was serious about it, though. So-” he drags out the word “- can we like… get started?”

 I nod slowly, feeling their eyes on me, and look towards Will for guidance.

“How do you want to do this?” He asks me gently, and I shrug, unsure. “Okay then, c'mere.”

While I get closer, he stands up and rearranges the towel so it covers most of the couch and drapes over the armrest, causing Mikey to jump up as well.

“Now, can you get on your hands and knees for us?” Will nearly coos, still it feels like he’s giving no room for discussion. “Isn’t she such a good girl for us?” I can hear him ask Mikey, now behind my back, and I can only imagine Mikey nodding while giving Will puppy dog eyes. “And you? You’re gonna be a good boy for us and let her suck you off.” Again, no room for discussion.

I shuffle closer to the couch's armrest, balancing my weight on my elbows on it, and give Mikey a reassuring nod. He swallows a little nervously, looking at Will, who's getting into position behind me. I lean forward to give Mike a small kiss to his hip bone, then nuzzle my face against the base of his cock. He cups my cheek with one hand, stroking his thumb across my bottom lip when I lean into him, while his other hand grips the base of his cock. I open my lips a bit and suckle on the tip of his thumb as he gently brings my face and himself into position. He pulls his finger from my mouth and I open my lips wider, giving the tip of his cock a little lick, looking up at him through my lashes to see his reaction. He groans and throws his head back. That’s when I take the head in my mouth and start playing with it with my tongue.

Behind me, Will puts a hand on my hip to hold me steady, with the other, he grabs is cock and swipes it up and down on my lips, coating himself in my juices.

“Fuck, you’re so wet!” He groans and pushes in a little. I let out a moan around Mikey’s cock, making him shiver in response. Will slowly keeps pushing in, a deep moan escaping him once he bottoms out. I can only whimper around Mikey’s cock, feeling so full already. 

“Now just stay still, baby, we’ve got you,” Will says, if a little bit strained. I nod as much as I can and look up at Mikey, who’s still holding my face. He pushes himself a little bit deeper into my mouth. I can still taste myself on him as I suck. Will starts moving, thrusting in a slow and steady rhythm, pushing me down on Mikey’s cock with every time his hips meet mine. Again, I moan around Mikey, whose hands start wandering to my hair and grips it to push himself further down my throat. My eyes begin to water when Will picks up the pace, making me take Mikey even deeper. The room is filled with the beautifully filthy sounds of the two men groaning in erotic harmony, skin slapping on skin and my strangled moans as I gag around Mikey’s cock.

“You’re being so good, bunny,” Mikey praises, breathing heavily. “So good for us,” Will adds. “Letting us use you like a little slut.” I can’t help but whimper at that, squeezing around Will’s cock. 

“Oh? Did you like that?” Will leans down closer to my ear, whispering, “You like it when I call you slut?” I nod as much as I can with Mikey in my mouth. “You’re so filthy. Nothing more than a toy for us to use.”

He fucks me harder, making me whimper and take Mikey even deeper. Tears are beginning to stream down my face, but it all feels so good. I can’t help but clench around him, the coil in my belly starting to tighten. 

So it takes me by surprise when Will suddenly slows to a stop. A little out of breath he says, “This isn’t it. Let’s take this to the bedroom.” 

Mikey nods, pulling from my mouth and Will picks me up, carrying me over to the bedrooms. My mind is far too lazy to see whose bedroom we end up in when Will tosses me onto the bed with a bounce.

“Let your head hang over the edge. Yes, just like this, good girl.”

I watch upside down as Mikey kneels down by my head, positioning himself. I open my mouth widely, obediently and he pushes his cock back into my mouth. Closing my eyes, I start sucking on him again as Will climbs up over me, kneels on the bed and grabs my thighs. He doesn’t make me wait long and thrusts back in in one smooth movement. I moan loudly around Mikey’s cock when he bottoms out, finally feeling full again. Complete, in a sense.

Before he begins to thrust, though, he pulls my hips up onto his legs, making me arch my back and take Mikey deeper down my throat. All three of us moan in sinful harmony, skin slapping and wet slurping composing a filthy melody of bliss. With the new angle, I can feel the burning coil tightening faster as the tip of Will’s cock strokes all the spots perfectly, the base of him rubbing against my clit. My moans rise in pitch, even muffled by Mikey fucking my face. His hips begin to stutter, he’s close as well. Will, of course, notices that and picks up his pace, fucking me faster.

Fuck! This feels so good!

Mikey’s groans mix with little gasps as I feel him twitch. He’s close, I can tell. I use my tongue to play with him, eliciting little whimpers from him.

“S-sir, ‘m so close… can I cum? Please?” Mikey begs between little gasps and whines.

“Go a-head,” Will tells him, his own voice strained as well. I brace myself, sucking Mikey harder. A few more thrusts into my mouth and he stills, whimpering loudly as his warm load hits my tongue. I swallow it down eagerly, but gasp when he pulls out of my mouth. I take a few deep breaths as I watch him stand and jerk himself, another, smaller load landing on my chest.

“Fuuuck,” he groans.

“Good boy,” Will praises him, doubling his efforts now, fucking me even harder. His hand comes up to my chest, grabbing and kneading my tits for a moment before swiping two fingers through Mike’s cum and bringing those fingers down to my clit, drawing slow but firm circles around the little bud. I cry out, clenching hard around him. The coil keeps growing tighter until it… Snaps. With a high pitched moan, I fall over the edge, white hot bliss carrying me as my body writhes in pleasure. Through a haze I can hear Will groan and feel a warmth spreading inside me. I open up my eyes to see him hovering above me, dipping his head down to meet my lips in a passionate kiss. I kiss him back eagerly, letting our tongues fight for dominance until we need to stop for air. Will sits up again, reaches out an arm and pulls in Mikey for a just as passionate kiss. I watch them, a satiated smile on my face. I get up on my knees, squeezing between them to kiss their necks and chests alternately. Once the part, the three of us collapse on the bed naked and panting, a tangled mess of limbs. 

“You know…” Mikey breathes heavily, “we were going to throw you a welcome home partly…”

Will chuckles at that, “You still could…”

I just shake my head, giggling. “Let’s just order pizza.”

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[witchofthesouls]

So, uh, this little memory just suddenly popped up out of no where and I figured it would serve as good(?) ‘world-building’ material.

So, when I was in my private all-girls Catholic high school (that’s how you know it’s going to be a good story) girls would soak their tampons with vodka to get drunk. Some where more successful than others, but some where also less fortunate when their near fatal encounter of alcohol poisoning and nasty-ass vaginal infections where known throughout school.

My question is; do cybertronians have a similar method of madness like the vodka tampons?

And my second question; did Cybertronian’s have their own version of an all girls catholic school? And if they do, what kind of crazy shit went on there?

I can tell you so much about the crazy shit that went on there; the illegal gambling ring, the bi-curious and lesbi-curious girls who were convinced that they liked/loved another girl and stalked the poor girl, some of the shady male teachers, the secret LGBTQ+ club (which was actually kind of wholesome and I was apart of), the bullying (sweet Jesus was there a lot of bullying and harassment), some nuns were Grade A+ assholes who would wack our hands with rulers and have affairs with some of the male teachers, and there’s was a…uh,…secret orgy/cunnilingus club too.

It was the nineties, what would you expect?

Oh wow. I heard of things in private, religious schools from a friend, but hot damn that's wild!

I did go to a religious university. They had a weekly chapel where classes were suspended and all students were required to attend. I did start a tiny alcohol ring in the dorms. Nothing nefarious or crazy binging, just enough in plastic bottles to use in cooking or sipping for a secret meat meal in the rooms. I came from a time when weed was still illegal, but damn I never thought it would prepare me for smuggling meats into a strictly vegetarian campus.

So going back to the questions:

Cybertronians do have alcoholic goodies for popular sex play. Unlike humans, their reproductive system is a closed loop circulatory-wise, and they don't need to worry about poisoning themselves. But for an experience similar to humans doing stupid things for that drunk-high is the equivalent of a wine enema into their afts. That's because their "asshole" is actually a medical port that has components connected to their pelvis structures; meaning, they can get off really well with that alcoholic enema. Yeah, you don't need to be an expert in alien biology to understand that pouring drugs into a hole that's connected to your nervous system can be a stupid bad idea.

Get ready for a lot of worldbuilding:

Education on Cybertronian is severely restricted to caste due to edicts based on Functionism where frame dictates function in society. Some city-states like Vos and Tarn get away with public schooling by citing it as a necessity component of their citizenship and to the benefit of Cybertron as a whole. Vos stylizes their system as a military academy since Seekers are typically slotted into such hierarchies and citizens are drafted into the Air Force during wartime; whereas Tarn is famous for its factories and mines. Sparkling armature is too fragile for the unstable environment, so keeps the workforce much more docile that the bits too big for the holds are kept away and provides leverage as a union-busting technique. Accidents happen.

There are the old traditions of apprenticeships and mentorships for mecha that catch the attention of a well-established professional. Each decade, the number dwindles as more fees are added such practices, such as "alt-mode exemption for education" and "Form Ed-98A-3432d: Exemption to mentor a student two castes below."

Higher education typically functions as private entities with very high-stakes testing. If a student fails to pass progress exams to move to the next module, then it's game over. There's no retakes or repeats or any sort of second chance. They're permanently expelled from completing education within the city-state.

Because of this, coercion is a common phenomenon, especially to snap up specific connections or talented individuals under the school's domains or their related patrons. Skill was the means of trade among the faculty and students as well as the ability to cultivate it. Money could be both everything and nothing within these facilities; it was as meaningful as the parties in agreement made it. This was a strange world compared to what was outside the walls as it blended all the castes and frames and cultures and reduced it to what a person could bring to a table via their own hands or their future. Make no mistake, it wasn't a utopia. It was a cutthroat arena with deep tensions that were mitigated by the faculty and student council as they all battle to polish diamonds from the rough, force people into cohorts, and seal alliances. If done right, a low-caste sponsered can be taken care of for the rest of their lives or die back on the streets with nothing.

Ratchet managed to get away with his old clinic doing illegal free services by utilizing this strange culture. The relationships he cultivated with his old mentor's ties into their own university as well as Ratchet’s own ties via teaching will cover his tracks and provide some funding as long as he takes in "chosen" medical apprentices to train in such conditions and documents the long-term effects of poverty at those sunless levels. Ratchet was only able to trace a few of his benefactors in his project, Senator Shockwave and Counciler Alpha Trion.

Because it was a different world with so much on and off the books, the really secretive clubs would be the "heretics" with worship to certain Primes, Titans, or Unicron, sex clubs that cater to xeno-related kinks, and those with dysmorphic frames, either by force or assigned (cold construction, lab-grown sentio metallico, or noncon frame overhaul), trying to find themselves without anything set on legal paperwork.

(Knockout took advantage of that.)

#ask #transformers #transformers prime #tfp #ratchet #cybertronian culture #cybertronian biology #maccadam #my thoughts #my writing #i like to think knock out was a flyer and switched to a car #all based on that comment from starscream about “self-respecting Decepticons” and purposely choosing

[fireylesbianhell]

i’m having thoughts about my boy

sorry newsies moots but it’s solace time baby

• William Andrew Solace was born in Texas but has tempratlily lived in and been too; New Mexico, Oklahoma, Arkansas, Nevada, California, Washington, New York, and later on in life Massachusetts and Maine. The only states he vividly remembers when he was young was New Mexico and Nevada, as they spent the longest time there besides Texas.

• Will left to camp when his mother stopped in new york and a monster attack very close to camp happened and the nearest satyr recognized him as a half-blood, dragging him with the other demigods (i headcannon one of them was Drew And that’s how those two met) and was introduced. He found his mother again and was able to stay there after some plot stuff i will flesh…later.

• cat person he is such a cat person he’s a golden retriever boy yes but he’s a cat person i’m sorry i’m right i am i know him he told me

• Will did get bullied when he went to a public school for a short time in new Mexico for being/acting “Gay” and it stuck with him a bit as he was worried what camp half blood would be like. but the camp was very friendly and he adapted fairly quickly after his siblings supported his coming out

• Will is Bi to me, and i feel he figured out fairly easily. Naomi wasn’t as religious as her parents and her traveling gave her a wider world veiw, so she wasn’t exactly homophobic but didn’t really let will know gay people existed. he kinda just got context clues along the way.

• Will came out to naomi when he was 14 and she accepted him, after some suprise and tears. it was confusing for both of them but she wasn’t angry.

• Will goes though whipped cream like a maniac. he puts it on everything. everything. i don’t know where i got this headcannon from but it’s mine now it’s my baby his favorite dessert is literally just reddi whip striaght into his mouth and nico is always absoloutley horrified whenever he finds his boyfriend straight up drinking reddi whip out of the fridge after a late night at the hospital wing.

• WORKAHOLIC!! BIGGEST WORKAHOLIC!!! EVER!!! does NOT take breaks does NOT talk about his own feelings. major case of therapist friend with no therapy

• Nico summons skeletons to help will with studying sometimes, hey, it’s better than a textbook

• Due to all the Shit He’s Seen, will isn’t really freaked out by nico or macabre at all. as to contrast, nico hates medical stuff and finds it kinda freaky

• Will has a very Work for what you get attitude and seeing his mother scrape by and work herself up made will similarly hardworking, independent and self sufficient. But he’s also a stubborn bastard who would rather take and remove a bullet then let someone help him either work wise or financially. It got even worse as he became the head of his cabin so much younger with so many younger kids to take care if

• Living in new mexico for as long as they did Naomi decided it was a good idea to have will learn at least some spanish when he was young and he picked up on it nicely, and decided to continue. he’s fairly fluent now and loves freaking Leo out all the time by talking to him in spanish when nobody else is around and he can’t prove it.

• Did also have a minor crush on percy, but mostly as a “woah look at that guy holy shit” and loved teasing annabeth about it (“If YOU love him so much why do you want us to get her together?” “nooo you guys are my OTP i’m not having that up just because he’s hot” <- COMPLETELY REAL INTERACTION THEY E HAD MHM TRUST ME BRO)

• Wants to pick up on some italian so he can do the same thing he does with leo to nico

• TRANSGENDER AND AUTISTIC IM NOT ELABORATING FUCK YOU ( i do have reasons but this is more fun)

• Favorite vide game is a tie between tetris and Majoras mask

• Favorite TV show was Malcom in the Middle as a kid and now is greys anatomy /j/j/j/j but i can gaurentee he hate watches it with the apollo cabin all the time

• Suprisingly fine with plants, yes sunflowers do look at him and everyone makes fun of him for it

okay i’m done (i’m a liar i’m not done but i am about to pass out sooo)

#will solaceblr #will solace #pjo #hoo #toa #Solangelo #Apollo cabin #cabin 7 #william andrew solace #tsats #pjo headcannons

[rachelsfav-queer]

Finally got around to watching episode 5 of My Adventures with Superman.

And I have to say, Lois is extremely toxic for jumping off the building.

Coming out as a superhero and coming out as queer are the same struggle. Across the Spiderverse really did it well when it came to the allegory of Gwen coming out as Spider-Woman and coming out as transgender.

I’m bisexual and trans and when I came out as bi to someone I thought was a close friend, instead of being supportive, she asked almost verbatim “why didn’t you tell me sooner, I thought we were friends?”

Supergirl had a similar issue when Lena found out Kara was Supergirl. But at the very least, Supergirl had some nuance and it was about much more than just Kara coming out. But, in the end, I still stood with Kara because I know how it feels to be rejected like that.

Lois, on the other hand, is SO MUCH WORSE than Lena was or even my friend when I came out. She straight up put her life at risk to force Clark to come out before he was ready. That is manipulative behavior and it is not the behavior of a good person or friend.

Lois has no right to know Clark’s secret just as my friend had no right to now mine. It is solely up to someone on whether or not they come out to ANYONE!

Needless to say, I’m watching episode 6 right now and I DESPISE how they are framing all of this to be Clark’s fault.

QUEER PEOPLE ARE NOT OBLIGATED TO TELL YOU ANYTHING!!!!!

#my adventures with superman #supergirl #across the spiderverse #lgbtq #coming out #queer #transgender #bisexual #supercorp #atsv gwen #trans gwen stacy

[jungle-angel]

I just came out to my parents and they are not supportive of me being bi.

I just need some content eaither Bob or Phoenix to distract me so I don't cry.

Have a good day!

Yikes, hon I'm really sorry to hear that. It's probably more the shock of it than anything else. I know that probably doesn't make alot of sense, but that was something that happened with a very close friend of mine who had that happen to her. It took a good long while, but eventually her parents came around and they worked things out. Either way ya'll got yourself some Bob and a little bit of Phoenix.

You were having a really, really rough time lately

You felt like things just didn't feel right, family, friends etc.

Bob could see firsthand that you were feeling like shit

And when he heard you crying, it nearly broke him

He didn't know what to do, so he called Phoenix

And Phoenix called her Uncle John soon after that

Bob took you down to meet him later that weekend

And instantly, you could tell that the man wanted to help, especially when he saw how sunken and red-eyed you looked

John had seen the worst of the worst throughout his lifetime. He was a youth pastor and a councilor who used to run a group for troubled teens and young adults in some pretty rough neighborhoods

You guys had a few good laughs together. You didn't realize how sick John's sense of humor actually was and that there was absolutely no judgement with him

When you both sat down for a while, you told him everything that was going on

And he understood completely

He talked you through everything as best he could

And when you and Bob met up later that day, you felt a thousand times better

Whenever you need a good talk or even just to calm down, Bob, Phoenix and her uncle are always there for you

They're your own little family

And you can always go to them when you're feeling down

Always

I hope this is ok hon, I don't wanna make people feel uncomfortable or anything but I hope these are ok. Feel better, stay safe and give it time. Things will work out no matter what.

#top gun maverick #natasha phoenix trace #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #dagger squad #dagger squad headcannons

[greypetrel]

Hello! 💙 10,12,15 and 33? (if you want to and feel comfortable sharing, obviously) ✨

Hello there! 💜

Yeah, not entering much into details in public and outing myself as "Boring queer" but...

(also don't know how much this will be new for you but oh well you know where to find me xD)

10. Something that gives you gender euphoria (whether you’re cis or trans):

Boringly cis, here… Not very girly or gender euphoric, but. Dressing up and putting up a good outfit, colours matching. SWIRLY SKIRTS, particularly if they have pockets. (I own one skirt I LOVE, it's big and swirly and it has pockets, I'm considering a petticoat to make it poofy and going full '50s new look style. It gives me lots of casual Cinderella vibes and oh man. IT HAS POCKETS. BIG ONES THAT FIT A CELLPHONE.)

12. Name some queer artists/bands or songs you like most:

*after the necessary "I haven't ever listened to music once in my life no thoughts head empty" moment*

QUEEN. I have one Freddie Mercury in every space I inhabit. I have two in my bedroom, one is hanging in my studio right in front of my desk. Queen had been a big and important part of my teen years. I am not a person who cries at movies/music, but put on The Show Must Go On or press play on Bohemian Rhapsody (the movie; i know it has flaws and it's dramatised but still) and watch me crumble. My favourite song of them tho… I can't choose one. Fat Bottomed Girl? But shit, Innuendo is just… A mindblown. I always clean my house with I Want to Break Free blasting on because I'm a basic bitch and that's mandatory.

David Bowie came into my life later but in stride, he's equally important, he's been the one celebrity death I felt like a blow (still can't listen to his last album without crying). Rebel Rebel is a favourite of mine but out of personal affection, the soundtrack of Labyrinth is the closest to my heart (that whole movie).

Janis Joplin. And with her my big favourite is Me and Bobby McGee (Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose 🎶*sings*)

I just discovered that Florence Welch is apparently bi too, so FLORENCE + THE MACHINE. The list of favourites is long but… Which Witch? Queen of Peace? Free? Morning Elvis? Can't choose, ARGH.

… I have the music taste of an old man, yes. Also I have the bad tendency in not getting much informations over artists if I'm not EXTREMELY hyperfixated, and it's a little since the last time I was hyperfixated with a band. It may be that other artists I regularly listen to are queer but I don't know. Again, I discovered Florence is queer writing this answer, oops.

15. How has your identity changed over time?

I had not many close contacts with the community until university, so I just assumed I was straight and never really thought about it much. Being demi ultimately didn't help me put two and two together any sooner, and without the proper terms and words… It was all very misty. So:

Straight > … People shipping me with a friend who is a girl don't bother me. Maybe… > No no, straight. Uh-uh. Just an ally. > Maybe bi-romantic, yeah, that maybe fits if I'm not having impostor syndrome, I won't tell anyone tho, I'm not sure. > "Hi friend of a friend who's very evidently flirting with me, WHY. You don't even know me. You have everything I should like but… WHY. This is overreacting, I'm sure you're getting something wrong it's too soon. Nobody is that much into someone else so soon in real life, this is fake and you're mocking me, right?" > … let me check the ace spectrum… > Demisexual. > Bi-romantic I said? No no Bisexual, definitely, still with a foot in the ace spectrum but oh shit why the girls I befriended and developed crushes on are all straight WHY.

(in all this I know that there are many people I know IRL that realised before I did. Hi, hello, I hope it was amusing to watch. x°D)

33. What about your LGBT identity do you feel proud of/ want to recognize/celebrate?

For my mental health, but also for the one of many other people: Being a valid queer person even if unable to go to Pride (they're a huge trigger for me, I'll start panicking before walking), or out with everyone or with relationship to prove it.

And the bisexual inability to sit down straight and composed without our joints falling off. That's a superpower we should be proud of. u_u

Jokes aside, I think there's some poetry in saying "I like people for being people, gender is secondary", and as much biphobia there is around… It's a good message to give.

#personal crap #is it anything I haven't told you tho ahahahahahah #please you all act surprised at the first answer with clothes. #I am wondering if people who know me IRL will read this and be like oh yes good times when we all knew except from you #Also kudos to 17-y.-o. me that totally stopped watching True Blood after Evan Rachel Wood was out of it FOR THE CHARACTER. Sure honey. #(yes I had a True Blood phase but THAT was a phase.)

[hwbicq]

*SISTERLY LOVE*

My sister (F/24) and I (F/25) have grown up only a year apart. We’ve always shared a lot including a bedroom our whole childhood and teenage years. We grew up bathing and showering together till about 11/12 or so nbd. We would explore and play house or doctor as kids do. Not knowing what we were doing we’d play mommies and daddies and lay under the covers, spoon, cuddle, wrestle mostly “innocent” things. But there was always a tingle or thrill. Needless to say we grew up very close and comfortable around each other.

As teenage years started setting in obviously things changed. We didn’t shower, play house, or mommies and daddies. We stayed up late, watched movies and talked about boys. Yea the childhood innocence had come and gone and things were changing. And what do teenage girls talk about? Music, friends, and cute boys. Till one night the topic changed from cute boys to cute girls. That’s when we both found out we were both bi.

That’s when things really took a change. It started with late night talks. And talks turned into thoughts. And things start getting really warm, and tingles, and flushness, and moisture happens…

Before you know it as you’re talking you’re both masturbating under the covers. You can’t stop yourself from touching the throbbing soaking under the covers.

Then we stepped up to watching videos on our phones as we masturbated hidden in the dark and under the covers. From our own beds. But in the same room just hearing the others moans and the wetness as we fingered ourselves.

Soon the darkness and covers were less and less and we would openly watch each other as we masturbated from across the room.

Before long we were watching the same videos from the same bed. Neither having the courage to do more than feel the soft smooth warmth of the outsides of our legs pressed together as we orgasmed next to each other late in the night.

Till that one time. We lay there thighs touching, bodies on tingling, throbbing, on fire and she reaches across and puts her hand on my pussy. I thought I was going to explode. I came soo hard just at that one first touch and I was hooked.

I rubbed her pussy as she rubbed mine. Then we gave into taboo passionate lust. We made out vigorously. As we touched and explored every part of each others soft smooth supple toned bodies. Kissing, squeezing, kneading, licking sucking. Doing everything we seen in all those videos we watched. We scissored, 69’d, fingered, ate out, made out and every part of it was deliciously amazing. We both came so many times we both lost count. Neither could get enough or wanted to stop. We laid there on our sides, chest to chest, our legs intertwined, our soaking pussies and throbbing clits still subtly twitching grinding against the others leg. Kissing with the smell of our pussies on each others breath till we passed out still embraced.

Needle to say the bowl of fruity pebbles over breakfast were a little shy and awkward. But later that night we were still naked, under the covers, and sharing orgasms. It was festival of carnal lust like that first time. But it quickly became accepted this was going to be a regular thing.

This happened when I was 18 shortly leaving before college. And for the last 7ish years me and my sister have continued a sexual relationship. We know it’s taboo. That probably part of what makes it so soo everything. It’s mostly harmless, no one’s going to get hurt. But it’s fun, it’s exciting, it’s hot, and it feels SOOO damn good!

We both live normal lives. Jobs, cars, bills. We both date and have actual real relationships. In fact about 4 years ago I got married to my high school sweetheart(M/25). He’s learned all about our past and history. I don’t lie or keep secrets from him. We’ve actually had many threesomes at time when she’s been single. And I have to say sharing them both and seeing them fuck each other is as a whole new level of hot. Sneaking off at family parties is always a fun game and everyone assumes we snuck away to smoke weed which we also do lol.

Being the crazy unusual circumstances that they are. My sister and I love teasing my husband. Sending photos and videos. Joking about how lucky he is. And it’s never something he complains about.

Seeing how I cum every time we watch one of our videos how can I stop.

Anyways that’s my story on sisterly love and our taboo little secret.

B. 💕 K.

👩🏽💕👱🏼‍♀️

[faghubby]

Finding Tyler

"Show me" Tara whispered in my ear as I stared at the cock. She had taken me to an adult bookstore and I was now on my knees with a cock right in front of me. I leaned forward and let it slide in my mouth . I closed my lips around it and moved my tounge across the bottom. Then moved my head back slowly letting it slide out till just the tip rested against my tounge then took it back in again. I repeated this over and over. As moans increased from other side of the wall my speed increased. It didn't take long after a minute or two it tensed and shot its seed down my throat I swallowed quickly getting every drop. Before it disappeared. I didn't wait long before another appeared this one was longer then the last about 6 inches I guessed and it was uncut. Tara looked at me and I wasted no time.

"Your such a good cocksucker" Tara told me as I worked to try and take all of this cock.

"You guzzled down that last load like a man who had not eaten in days" shs rubbed my nipples. This cock took even less time before it filled my mouth again I swallowed as fast as I could but a little appeared at the corners of my mouth. It vanished as well. Tara removed my shirt. And pants I was no kneeling waiting for more cock wearing nothing but a pair of her panties.

WAIT. I should tell you somethings before we go further. My name is Tyler my wife Tara had caught me sucking my best friends Mike's cock a few days ago. I had been sucking Mike's cock since we where 15. It had started as a dare. But after that first time I sucked his cock on and off for 20 years. Mike never even touched mine. I never thought about I being gay or even bi. I just thought it was helping a friend. Tara at first was pissed then she figured she would get revenge, or so I thought. This is how I find myself in her panties sucking random cock here today. Now back to the story.

"You should press your ass to the whole let them make you a real faggot" Tara told me. A few minutes later another cock was pushed through the whole. It was a big black cock. The head was the size of a golf ball.

"Now that's a cock" Tara said out loud. Pushing my head towards it. I could only fit the head in my mouth and I worked the shaft with my hands. Tara spit on it several times to give me more lubrication. Tara pushed my head trying to get me to take more but all it did was make me gag. For over ten minutes this went on. Then Tara pushed again and the cock slid past my gag reflex. Tara gasped as I tried not to panic. Slowly I let it work back and forth in my throat. A deep voice from the other side of the wall.

"Yo yeah baby nobody ever done that before" and he thrust pushing it deeper down my throat it took a few minutes more but I took as much as I could. Then he pulled back and drove it back once and filled me with his cum. I gagged and gasped it came out my nose and ran down my chest. I finally pulled away and the last shot hit me in the eye.

"That was amazing Tara" told me scooping up the cum and feeding it to me.

"Yes it was" the deep voice said sliding a hundred dollar bill with a phone number on it.

"Call me anytime you want to do that again" Tara opened the door to catch a glimpse of the man. He was a over 6 foot tall with huge arms and wide shoulders. We saw him get in a truck and drive off.

"Let's go you cum sucking faggot?" Tara said rather loud. She held the door open while I got dressed. Tara wondered around the store as I just stood waiting trying to avoid eye contact with the one guy and clerk that was in the store.

"Buy this" Tara handed me a set of beginner butt plugs.

"Do you need any lube?" The clerk asked. Tara placed a huge bottle of lube on the counter. Tara opened the plug package. Pulled out the small one.

"This is going in your faggot ass, would you like to do it here or in the bathroom?" She asked.

"Sorry we don't have a public bathroom" the clerk smiled.

"Well they all saw you in panties already" Tara motioned me to lower my pants.

"Tara I never" I said nervously

"I believe you, that's why we start with the little one" She motioned again. I turned around and lowered my pants. Tara pulled down my panties. And applied lube. Tara pushed the plug in one push.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh" I yelled.

"Well if you had told me you been sucking your best friends cock for 20 years. I guess that actually makes him your boyfriend" She giggled. And pulled up my panties.

"Oh look you got all hard" She laughed. I pulled up my pants. And followed her on the way out. She laughed again at my waddle.

I moaned as I sat in the car.

"You made a hundred dollars so technically you are now a hooker" Tara laughed again.

"You can't be serious" I gasped.

"You just swallowed three loads from total strangers" She reminded me. "You seem to really like the taste of cum" it wasn't really a question.

"You know I could just bring you home lots of cum" Tara said. I looked at her confused.

"Well now that I know your a faggot, why shouldn't I go find a straight man to fuck me" Tara told me. "Don't worry you can suck his cum out of me" she pulled over and rubbed my crotch.

"You would love that wouldn't you? Don't worry I will still let you suck your boyfriend. How does that plug feel?" She asked.

"Its ok" I told her.

"You really like all this. Are you going to cum?" She kept rubbing me thru my pants. Make your panties all dirty and sticky. She slid over and sat on my lap. Pulling her skirt up she started grinding on my lap. I am so hot. After watching you suck that big black cock.

"I wish you liked pussy, but I know you only like cum and cock"

"Baby let me fuck you" I begged

"Sweety your never going to fuck me again" She informed me. She lifted herself back up and slid back to the driver's seat. She pulled up to a gay bar.

"You can try in there" She smiled. And then pulled away. When we got home I took a shower. I wanted to jerk off but resisted. I left the plug in as well. I got out of the shower and got dressed I found Tara sitting at the table on her phone.

"Babe, did you really mean what you said about?" I tried to ask. But just motioned towards her.

"Sorry faggot, what do you mean?" She shot back. She spread her legs and lifted her skirt.

"Why don't you eat my cunt why you think about it" I knelt down and pulled off her panties.

"Wait, are you wearing your panties?" Tara asked motioning me to show her. I dropped my shorts and boxers. I slid her panties on.

"You like your ass stuffed" she giggled. When she noticed the plug still in.

I knelt and started to lick her. She continued working on her phone.

"You can lick my ass to" She shifted exposing her asshole as well. I licked her hole.

"You can still lick pussy gay boy" Tara moaned. She moved again pushing her ass against my tounge. I probed her ass with my tounge. As she climaxed.

"Now what was it you where asking?" Tara asked. I stood in her panties with a plug in my ass.

"I wanted to know if you really meant what you said about" I tried again

"Your standing in front of me wearing my panties, with a plug in your ass. Your little dick straining as I humiliate you. And you want to know about what? Trying to fuck me? Or me finding a real man to do it for you? What do you think?" Tara pointed out.

"Why don't you sit and help me out here" She patted the chair next to her. She handed me her phone she was setting up a tinder account.

"I need some pics, which ones should I use?" She asked. She rubbed me thru her panties. I picked out a very sexy picture for her.

"Nice I like that one" She cooed.

"Your right you have been a good husband except the affair with Mike of course. So maybe you might get the occasional handjob." She told me. "On special occasions" she stopped rubbing me.

"We could set up a grinder account for you?" She laughed. I shook my head.

"Alright, maybe another time" She got up and led me to the bathroom.

"Bend over" She told me. I did and she pulled out the plug.

She pulled out the next one and lubed it up. She slid it in. She worked it alittle to get it to fit. She reached around and jerked me off. She only needed three fingers.

"Catch your cum" She told me. I came very quick catching it in my hand.

"Now lick it all up" She told me. I did as she directed. Tara left me bent over and went into the bedroom. I fixed my panties and followed her. Tara opened her drawer and pulled out a baby doll nightie. She slid it over my head.

"I would love it if you chose to wear panties all the time." Tara told me.

"I don't know" I whispered

"You don't have to decide now, think about it. " Tara told me.

I spent in her nightie as she slept next to me in an old tee shirt. She did let me remove the plug. I woke the next morning Tara was already up.

I found a pair of panties in my drawer. They where white with a wide lace border. I decided to put them on they almost immediately gave me a wedgie. I slid on some basketball shorts and a tee shirt. I checked my phone. Tara had sent me several articles. I was reading one when I entered the kitchen. Tara was making breakfast.

She put a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me. I continued to read as I ate. Tara said nothing other then a kiss on the cheek. The article was about cuckolding and sissies. I finished and opened the next it was about chastity. I continued to read. Tara had gone to shower. The next article reinforced the others adding femination and submission. I found myself excited by all of this.

Tara told me she was going out.

"Be back later" She kissed me and left. I wondered if I should do some of the things she was having me read about. I didn't want to lose Tara. And if it meant having me share her. Then prehaps I should I had never been more excited then when she had me suck those cocks. I was a sissy. I thought to myself. I had given Mike thousands of blow job's over the years and never thought to say no.

I went to the bathroom and filled the tub I found Tara's razors and lotion. I trimmed all my body hair then started to shave it all off. It took a long time. I hoped Tara would like it. I put her panties back on my smooth legs felt amazing. I cleaned up the mess I made. This is what I wanted I thought to myself. I found the medium plug and reinsert in my ass. I was a sissy, I needed to be a sissy.

I was still in just panties when I heard Tara come home. I practically ran into her in the bedroom. She carried several bags.

"Look at you" She smiled. "I guess you made your decision"

"I will forget about the fact you didn't ask first" her hands rubbed my smooth chest.

"I didn't know how much I would like this" Tara pulled my panties to look at my smooth crotch.

"It looks so cute." She looked at my butt as well.

"Oh what's this she tapped on the plug" giggling

"I got you somethings" She told me. Handing me a bag. I pulled out a short white skirt. Tara helped me put it on. There was also a pink tee shirt.

"Wait this first" Tara handed me another bag. It had a dozen pair of panties and several bras. Tara grabbed a padded white bra and helped me put it on. Then helped me put on the tee shirt.

"You look so adorable" Tara was giddy. Next she produced a pair of high heels.

"These will take practice. She had me step into them. Walking made the plug move. I moaned.

"Your going to need stockings and pantyhose."

"Let's paint your nails" Tara said leading me to the bed. She painted my toes with a bright pink polish. When she finished she pulled me next to her.

"Look" she handed me her phone. There was a dick pick on it.

"I have a date on Tuesday with him" She flipped thru the pics. He was a tall man with black hair with a cock that looked twice the size of mine. I rubbed myself

"No, little sissies don't play with themselves" Tara told me pushing my hand away. She immediately searched male chastity.

"Wow look how small some of these are?" She showed me.

"Tara no please?" I begged.

"But will you be able to control yourself?" She asked

"No" I admitted.

"Well let's get one and see where it goes" She said.

"Start with a plastic one, this one has good reviews. Definitely the smaller one. Pink?" She was babbling. And placed the order.

"Now why don't you clean out all your old boy panties and put these away." Tara said "make sure to wear your shoes you need to practice walking in them" an left me to do as she said.

I spent the rest of the day dressed. But it was a lazy day of laying around. Tara had fun exposing me on the internet. Instagram, Tumblr, Twitter. She transformed my account or just started a new one filled with pics of me dressed. Even sucking cock. I begged her not to but she said

"You spent enough time hiding who you are"

Alot of her friends commented, or just laughed. Alot of mine blocked me. But I started getting new friends asking for more. After dinner we cuddled on the couch. And Tara streamed porn. It was a husband dressed in lingerie sucking his wife's big black boyfriends cock. Before he fucked her while the husband watched.

"I would love to do this" Tara told me. As she played with my dick in thru my panties. After only a few minutes she got up and went to the bathroom. After a few minutes she called me.

"Tyler come here"

She was naked and had the small plug in her ass.

"You took this so easy. It feels huge" She told me. She pulled out the large plug.

"Bend over" I did as asked she removed my plug and slid the larger one in. It took only a few pumps before it set.

"Its six inches long and and one and half inches thick she smack my ass and I came in my panties.

"Hurry and clean that up before it leaks all over" Tara laughed

I pulled down the panties and she watched as I licked the cum from them.

"Off to bed" Tara had me wear one of her sexy nighties again. She slept in simple cotton panties.

To be continued

[squishmallow36]

Keeper of the Lost Prepositions - Forty-seven

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Tw: biphobia

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    I shuffle to my room, collapsing face first onto my bed. 

    It’s a few minutes before Mom knocks at my half-open door, and I turn and lift my head just enough to ask, “Yeah?”

    “Am I allowed in?”

    Preposition. 

    “Sure.”

    She sits at the edge of my bed, asking, “How are you doing? Considering...?”

    I am this close to writing an essay about how nobody freaking cares until some traumatic event happens. 

    “I’m okay. You?”

    “If I’m to be honest, I’m a little shaken up. But that’s to be expected.”

    That sounds like something I’d say. Really puts things in perspective. 

    “I don’t think that’s why you’re here though.”

    The triplets smash something downstairs, and Mom doesn’t immediately go running after them, giving me more evidence to fuel my thesis. 

    Ignoring them, she says, “You would be correct.”

    Something about the way she said it made it feel like an ‘unfortunately’ would have blended perfectly into her sentence. 

    That fills me with dread, and I would deflate if I wasn’t already lying flat on my bed.

    “Your Dad and I were talking and--.” she pauses, choosing words carefully. 

    This allows my imagination to fill in the gap. 

    You got scared and now we’re going into hiding with the Black Swan?

     She says, “I spoke to Tiergan and you’re gonna have a sleepover with Tam and Linh.”

    That’s code for ‘the Neverseen freaked me out and now I’m going to distance myself from you to prevent further damage.’

    “Okay,” I mumble. 

    “It’s just for one night.”

    That reminds me an irrational fear of mine. I don’t understand why I’m afraid of going to sleepovers, but I don’t understand a lot of things.

    Maybe it’s because I didn’t have any friends until Sophie, so I never normalized it, mentally. I don’t know. 

    Having other people come to my house for a sleepover, however, is exciting.

    At least I have a perfectly valid excuse for my mood to plummet. “You know how I feel about sleepovers.”

    “I know, honey. I can see if Sophie can come.”

    That won’t help, but, “Okay.”

    The triplets smash something else, laughing maniacally. 

    Mom sighs, muttering under her breath. All I catch is ‘yeti.’

    “I should go find out what they’ve done.”

    I make a sound of agreement into the comforter, and I feel the bed shift ever so slightly as she stands up. 

    “You’d tell me if you need anything. Right?”

    “Uh-huh.”

    “You can leap over there whenever you’re ready. Love you.”

    “Love you too,” I mumble.

    I count to thirty before flipping myself over to stare at the ceiling.

    What’s wrong with me?

    That’s a can of worms. Are you really sure you want to get into that?

    I have to dismiss that question, knowing it will lead me down a rabbit hole that’ll go nowhere useful. 

    All of these secrets are tearing me apart. How many is it now?

    I’m gay, I’m dating Fitz, Fitz’s bi, Biana’s questioning but possibly bi, Keefe’s living in Fitz’s literal closet, Keefe’s got a new ability-detecting ability.

    Rex is talentless. 

    That one hurts the most by far. 

    Elwin’s mlm and dating a councillor, and the whole Tinker dilemma from the queer stuff to the Neverseen stuff.

    Anything else? Amy’s also a lesbian but, like, she just came out to her parents. But her parents don’t know Nyira yet…

    And I don’t know if anything Alvar-related is classified as a secret…

    Then there’s Glimmer. Who’s half human. With a special ability. Named Eleanor. 

    Honestly, that list in itself could be a verse of a parody of “We Didn’t Start the Fire” with a little bit of work trying to fit the syllables. 

    You should really be glad that you’re a weirdo.

    I guess. But that doesn’t make it that much less suspicious. And I hate lying. 

    Correction. You’re terrible at lying and so you gave up because getting caught scared you too much, and now you don’t have any experience whatsoever or skills to help you get away with it. 

    I know this train of thought could drive off a cliff with that but instead I’m going to gently encourage you to go start packing. You know you’ll overthink all of it.

    That’s...fair. But that doesn’t mean I like it.

    I pack for at least three days of clothes, because I don’t know what might happen so it’s better to be over prepared than under prepared. 

   I bring both the first and second books of the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series because what if I finish the first one? They’re reasonably short, so even though I’m on chapter four, I could potentially finish it. 

    Like I’m actually going to have time to read. 

    I’m fully aware that I’m going to spend as much time as possible indoors on my Imparter. 

    After I prepare myself mentally, I text Linh to let her know that I’m going to be leaping over there within the next five minutes assuming the triplets don’t obstruct my path.

    She replies with an ASCII smiley face. 

    When I leap over there, she’s standing at the top of an unimaginably long staircase, and asks, “Did you see my little smiley face?”

    I stop, because she’s already deviated from my mental script I crafted while packing, before remembering it. 

    “Yeah. How’d you learn how to do it?”

    She shrugs happily. “Glimmer. But it should be common knowledge.”

    “That it should. The classic and all of the keyboard smiley faces.”

    “There’s more?”

    I pull out my Imparter and open up a blank Google Doc, beginning to list them as we descend the stairs. 

    Halfway down, not used to this much physical activity, I ask, breathlessly, “Are these stairs going to Exile? Because if I haven’t walked through the center of the Earth, someone should really recheck their math.”

    She laughs softly, not even mildly fatigued. 

    Thankfully, she distracts me by detailing all of the things that have happened since we last spoke at length.

    We aren’t the closest of friends, but she seems kinda desperate to talk to someone else, but I get to know all of the tricks she’s played on Tam, and I copy them into a Google Doc for later use against the triplets.

    When it’s my turn to infodump, I have to tiptoe around my recently accumulated abundance of secrets.

    We finally get to the bottom, and I swear, if there were any more steps, I would have seriously considered rolling myself down. 

    Linh graciously gives me thirty seconds to catch my breath before knocking on the door, saying, “Have fun, Tammy!” before running off to who knows where.

    I manage one of my legendary awkward waves, saying, “Hey.”

    Tam greets me with a nod, before gesturing to me to follow him. 

    His room is significantly less Tam than I’d have expected, considering that I don’t believe that he owns any clothes that aren’t black. 

    Yet, his room’s yellow, of all colours. He doesn’t have much stuff in here, either, except for a cat statue in a corner, but the lack of things makes sense. 

    I doubt Exilium is the kind of place that’d let him get a ton of material possessions, and he doesn’t seem like he’d want any of his belongings from Choralmere. 

   I sit on the edge of his bed, and we don’t exchange any words for the next hour because I don’t see the need for any conversation. I’m playing on my Imparter, and he’s losing his mind reading something, when Tiergan yells that someone’s at the door. 

    “It’s probably Sophie,” I say, as he sighs, annoyed, before standing up to open the front door. 

   Inspiration strikes at the strangest times, and I start sketching some designs, giving myself a papercut as I pull my notebooks out of my bag so that I don’t have to get up to open or close the door.

    One step closer to the Wall-E hover chairs. 

    It should also work for Tam’s room. Considering that I’m eyeballing the dimensions on his door instead of mine. 

    I get so focused that when I notice Sophie watching over my notebook, I scare myself. 

   “What? You didn’t sense a disturbance in the force?”

    “Clearly, I did not.”

    “Whatcha doin’?”

    “I don’t want to stand up to open the door anymore so I’m going to fix it.”

    “Have fun with that.” 

    She completely understands my thought pattern. Or rather, my tendency toward Technopath brain. That’s best friend material right there. 

    “Linh’s outside if you wanna go talk,” Tam says, leaning against his doorway. 

    Sophie looks at me, a silent question asking if I want to come with her, and I shake my head.

    “You know I’m going to be thinking about this the entire time if I do.” I wave around my notebook for emphasis. “Plus, it’s outside, and I try to avoid that whenever possible.”

    Another hour passes, and I’ve hit a mental wall, so I rummage around my backpack, trying to find my headphones.

    I swear, sitting on the floor.

    “Hm?” Tam asks. 

    “Forgot my earbuds.”

    “Hm.”

    I try to keep working, but end up giving up and going back to playing on my Imparter. 

    “Why do you need them?” Tam asks. 

    I shrug. “Music helps me think.”

    “And you need the thingies you forgot?”

    “I mean, I could play it out loud but I don’t--.”

    “Do you realize how often the Beatles are played here?” he interrupts. “Play whatever you want. Just not the Beatles, I beg you.”

    “...Okay. This is my current favourite, but let me know if it’s too loud.”

    I start playing the album at the quietest setting that I can still hear. 

    Tam takes it immediately and cranks it up because apparently it wasn’t loud enough. 

    At the end of the first song, Tam remarks, “That song absolutely slapped.”

    “See, not all human music is bad.”

    “This is human? I could’ve sworn that this was dwarven.”

    “Yeah. If you could pick out the words, they’re in English. It’s a human language.”

    “There were some new dwarven bands that sounded just like this back when we lived down there.”

    “This album is actually fourteen years old this year, so it’s not exactly new on the human scale.”

    With that, I go back to mouthing all of the lyrics, which I somehow know. I don’t know why I tried so hard to learn them in the first place, because in the end it doesn’t even matter. 

    They’ll get forgotten soon enough. 

    Sophie happens to walk in during the most difficult song to memorize due to the sheer number of words rapped during the verses. 

    Tam barely contains a screech, and I understand. I know how it feels when Bex walks into my room without asking. 

    “Is that...Linkin Park?” Sophie asks, puzzled. 

    “Yeah, why?” I reply.

    “I did not expect that. What’s your favourite?”

    “You dare make me choose? It’s ‘Hit the Floor.’ I don’t know why. But I’ve only listened to Hybrid Theory and Meteora though. They just dropped another album like two months ago, so that’s on my list, but at the same time I’m happy with what I know.”

   “I’d have guessed you were more of a ‘Numb’ fan.”

   “Why? I mean, I don’t hate it, but it’s not in the top ten. Usually, the amount that I like the song is proportional to how metal it is.” I shrug.

    “You learn new things every day. Anyway, Linh’s sent me to tell you that dinner’s ready.”

    Tam gets up without a word, and walks into the dining room. 

    “Have you ever listened to Skillet?” I ask Sophie, standing up myself. 

    “Never heard of them.”

    “They have the vibe that I like, so I’ll send them to you. But I’m not a total psychopath. I also have an extensive library of film scores and Disney songs to which I listen.”

    “And that syntax is supposed to convince me?”

    “That syntax is me trying to do my best to avoid ending a sentence in a preposition, so don’t argue with me. I’m weird. You know this.”

    “I still cannot believe you listen to Linkin Park.”

    “It’s all your fault. Your iPod playlists did this to me.”

    “I didn’t program your cyborg brain, but keep telling yourself that.”

    I smile as we sit down, and I notice that somehow Marella, Biana, and Fitz were dragged over here. 

   And obviously Tiergan, Wylie, and Glimmer are here, considering they live here, although I am surprised that they didn’t stick all of us at a kids table.

    Clearly they haven’t eaten with all of us in a room together. If it doesn’t turn into a food fight because of Keefe and Tam’s hair feud, then it’ll be a success.

    Maybe the fact that Keefe’s in Fitz’s closet will prevent this.

    A few minutes after we’ve all settled into our seats, Linh says, “I’d like to make an announcement, if you don’t mind, while we’re all here. I don’t really know when we’ll all be together like this anytime soon.”

    Marella starts coughing, and she mutters something under her breath about witnesses.

    “That too,” Linh allows, shrugging.

    She takes a breath before saying, “Marella and I are dating.”

    My first instinct is to make panicked eye contact with Fitz, and, after a second, I pray to the stars that everyone is more concerned with Tam. 

    “Excuse me, what?” he asks, almost yelling the last syllable. 

    Ignoring him, Biana asks, “So how long’s it been?”

    “Three?” Linh looks at Marella, fact checking. “Three and a half months?”

    Tam looks close to a total breakdown. “Three and a half months and you didn’t fyrian tell me?”

    “This is exactly why you don’t get to know things,” Linh mutters, only angering him further.

    “Marella, we are going to be having a very long talk about my sister.” 

    “That sounds fun. I can talk about her for hours. Can you?” Marella replies.

    Tam doesn’t dignify it with a response, and Biana continues her interrogation. 

    I’m consulted for terminology almost constantly, because most queer terms are completely alien to elves. 

    For example, I have to explain what the word ‘lesbian’ means, and then Marella’s totally like, “oh yeah. That’s me.”

    Linh, however, isn’t totally sure she isn’t m-spec, but she’s definitely wlw. She has a girlfriend, after all. 

    I had to define both m-spec and wlw.

    But this is where controversy starts to rear its ugly head. 

    “Am I supposed to believe that people can be into both genders?” Glimmer asks. 

    I start to shake in anger, spots dancing in front of my vision. 

    I make eye contact with Fitz, and it’s apparent how much that one comment has absolutely destroyed ninety percent of his acceptance of himself. 

    “You’ve heard of Queen, the band, right?” I ask, trying desperately to keep my voice down. 

    “Yeah, who hasn’t?” she replies, saturated with attitude.

    “Freddie Mercury was bi. And nobody seems to know this fact.”

    “That’s a load of bullcrap.”

    I pull up the Wikipedia article, and tell her to read for herself. 

    “So what?”

    “I also saw a statistic that more than half of queer adults in the United States identify as bi, although there was another statistic that only like twenty-three percent of bi people are out to their close friends.”

    “So half of the queers can’t make up their mind and they know it. That’s hilarious.”

    “I’m willing to bet their decision to not come out is because they’re afraid of their friends reacting the way you are.”

    She snorts. “Like I’m the one with the crazy reaction.”

    “No one else seems to have a problem.”

    “That’s because they’re too afraid of hurting anyone’s feelings.”

    Finally, that triggers a reaction.

    Glimmer just smirks.

    “You all didn’t even give a crap until I called you out. Pathetic.”

    She stomps away, leaving silence in her wake. 

    Fitz dares to break it. “So...while we’re on the subject, Keefe’s pan.”

    “And what does that mean? If you don’t mind me asking,” Wylie asks. 

    Fitz looks at me for help.

    I explain, “The official definition is attraction to all genders, and what that means is its own rabbit hole in itself. But I personally prefer the Keefe definition, while less technically correct, of ‘Girls are hot, guys are hot. Fight me.’”

    “Is that not true, though?” Biana asks.

    Marella counters, “Biana, do you have something you want to tell us?”

    She blushes. “I’m just saying.”

    Fitz comes to her rescue, saying, “Anyway. Keefe would want everyone to know.”

    “Does that include Lord Cassius?” Linh asks.  

    “Yeah,” I answer. “He’s basically disowned Keefe until he, quote, ‘Comes to his senses.’ It’s as bad as it sounds. I was there. Accidentally outed myself in the process.”

    “Again, Dex, you might want to think about that sentence you just said,” Marella says.

    “Hey. Other people are coming out and Biana already knows. So, yeah. I’m gay too.”

    I’m just a little bit too far into a state of panic to completely register everyone’s reaction, but I don’t have to get into another argument. 

    Although, Biana is determined to get details out of me. Like she doesn’t already know too much.

    And she’s already making plans to talk about boys with Sophie and I. Because this is a sleepover. And I’m pretty sure I don’t have a choice in the matter.

    At least there’s an unfair number of hot Disney princes to help me lie about anything that even remotely relates to Fitz. 

    There’s no way in Exile I’m going to be the reason he’s outed. I couldn’t live with myself if that happened. 

#i lost track of time so yesterday was like what the fuck it's friday already? #kotlc #detz #dex dizznee #fitz vacker #kotlc fanfic

[moki-dokie]

hmmmmm, maybe unpopular opinion time but also... personal opinion time?

i see a lot of people saying that anyone who identifies outside of the gender binary is trans and. i’m in a paradoxical relationship with this statement.

on the one hand, yeah, i guess, by technicality, it is true. anyone who doesn’t identify with the assigned birth sex is, by definition, trans.

on the other hand... no. that isn’t the label i vibe with and isn’t one i care for others to call me.

sort of like how one can be queer simply for the fact of exploring their sexuality and finding their comfort zones but also not being queer for the fact that the end result of that was confirming they are indeed heterosexual and cisgendered.

i think part of it is being grown and set in ways already by the time ‘transgender’ came into regular use, maybe. like, i understand it goes back to the 60s but the first time i ever heard the word wasn’t until after i had already graduated high school. we... didn’t even have a name for it, really. transvestite was about as close as it came. now the first time i heard of folks being something other than their own gender came much earlier. i learned about FTM and MTF (as they were still called then) surgeries around 12 years old. don’t even remember how i came about learning of it, but i did. but there was never any sort of label attached to it like ‘transgender’. they were just... people. people who didn’t feel comfortable in their own bodies. that was how i felt. and lmao i was ‘outed’ (i didn’t even realize it was so far outside of being heteronormative that it risked ‘outing’ or disapproval in general. rip.) because i had written to my penpal (yes i still had one at 12!) about coming across this and how in the future someday i wanted a surgery like this because i’ve never felt like a girl in all my life and though i didn’t quite feel like a boy either, that felt at least closer to what i felt. by a LOT. anyway my mom read the letter before i sent it and as you can imagine things did not go well. yet even in the midst of screaming at me and shaming me so badly my brother had to step in and tell her to shut the fuck up, the word ‘transgendered’ was never used. it just... wasn’t part of our vocabulary yet in small town oklahoma. you were gay, lesbian, or bi and how you expressed gender didn’t really seem to factor into anything.

and it wasn’t like we didn’t have many queer folks. hell, my whole friend group was. quite a handful of openly gay men i remember going to school with, openly bi women, a couple of lesbians, and even myself and my best friend at the time were open about not being straight (we settled on bi just because that was pretty much the closest thing we had and it worked). my other best friend, one of the gay men, often took me into the downtown metro to hang in what we call the gayborhood lol just like, a little district that’s always belonged to the gays. but i met a lot of older queers there from all walks of life. still, never heard ‘transgender’ used.

i never met someone who was openly transgender, either, until one of my online acquaintances moved here in 2012, when i was 23. at that time he still referred to himself as FTM more than he did trans. unrelated, but he was kind of a jerk so we only hung out like once. then in 2013 a good friend of mine from a game moved here, he was also trans, and this was the first time i started to hear ‘transgender’ used very regularly and STILL he, at first, used FTM transgender, but later started using transman. And about 2013, i’d say, is when i started hearing it a lot more around here as well. since then, it’s become as regular here as it is in the rest of the country. i think it just took a bit for social media + mobile tech to get everyone in the loop around here.

but, point is, i was 24 when i *started* to hear it normally and start associating the word with what it was, which AT THE TIME, simply meant man to woman or woman to man. it wouldn’t be until several years later, lots of questions for my friend, giving him T shots, finding other trans people to be friends with, more and more reading, that i would come to learn it meant more than just that and is still ever evolving.

so regardless of knowing it now, it isn’t what i grew up with. i grew up with not needing a label for it and that was just fine. i didn’t need a word to tell my friends i don’t really feel like i’ve ever been a girl and i’ve always been more comfortable as ‘one of the boys’ even if calling myself a boy didn’t hit the mark either. they understood, and everyone carried on. i don’t like putting a label to my gender because i don’t feel it needs one. but ultimately i ended up going with genderfluid just cause it felt a little more accurate with the way it can change a bit day to day, depending on the situation, and depending on company. ‘fluid’ felt better and hasn’t gone through quite the same kind of evolution that ‘trans’ has. and i mean call me old but lol the less i have to update my fucking identities like they’re phone apps the better. fluid is fluid. the majority of us remember basic elementary science to know what a fluid is. unless something truly bizarre and radical happens, fluid is always going to mean the same thing, hence my choice for it.

so it’s not that i dislike the word trans, not by a longshot. but in the very short time i’ve had an understanding of it, it has changed rather drastically and i’ve never gotten comfortable with what it means in relation to me, specifically. and there is still part of me that automatically tacks on FTM or MTF to it as well because that change has been extremely recent. who knows, maybe in another 10-15 years when i’ve had proper time to sit with it, my opinion may change. but then again, so too might the word.

for similar reasons, i prefer queer as an overall identity. i simply don’t give a shit enough to find some highly specific box to shove myself into. i love that other people DO want that, but me, personally, i don’t need or want it. queer is quite enough. just like i don’t dislike new iterations of the pride flag, but for me, personally, i always vibe with the original since it was always meant to include everyone under the queer umbrella, period.

i think the one thing i’ve only ever really been adamant about being specific with is my romantic inclination. and that is mainly because, in my personal experience, our western civilization has taken WAY more issue with non-monogamy than it ever has with gender or sexual identities. because i’ve received more hate and theological lectures on the evils of it. because i’ve been shunned way more, called harsher and more slurs and insults simply for being poly than i ever have for being queer or fluid. being a threat to the fundamentally christian nuclear family unit has ostracized me more some-fucking-how so it ends up being the one i get particularly picky and vocal about. i mean, don’t get me wrong my friends and i got a lot of bullying and what my mother put me through was horrible, but at least in general, it was easy to find support elsewhere. i at least KNEW there were other people like me in regard to sex and gender. but, i didn’t learn what polyamory was until i was 26 and my dudes, it wasn’t for a lack of trying to figure it out. yet no matter how many friends i talked to about it or tried my best to describe it, i was the weird one, the unfaithful one, the whore, the cheater, the heartbreaker. the person who might as well have just walked around wearing a scarlet A as far as everyone was concerned. the one people constantly said shit like ‘you just want to sleep around with no consequences’ to. or the nicest thing someone could say about it was ‘oh... thats uhhh interesting?’ and frankly that hurt more than everything else did. just because i had room in my heart to care for more than one person, somehow that made me Wrong. and for a long time i honestly thought there was just something wrong with me, and people hated it so much. man i spent SO FUCKING LONG trying to find other people like this. it was, yet again, a case of terminology lagging behind in my particular area and not yet really being in predominantly queer spaces online just yet to come across it. i’d gotten too afraid to ask about it anymore. and convinced it was just another fucked up part of my psyche that was broken from multiple childhood traumas, i gave up trying to find answers.

it wasn’t until i got bored one day and decided to actually curate the tumblr i had for many years and find some fun blogs to follow that were more than like, aesthetic things. i don’t even remember what fandom or ship it was about, just that i came across a post that mentioned polyamory in a ship and confused about what that word meant, looked it up and had my mind fucking blown and a huge goddamn weight off my shoulders.

see, i never really sought out a way to specify gender and sex identities because they already existed, even if a somewhat murky concept, and i knew people who were people just like me. i was satisfied with what i had. i never really felt the need for validation on that particular front. and, on top of that, both are pretty vague anyway, and i’ve always been ok with that. but the one part of me i did so desperately search to understand and be understood in turn? that evaded me despite looking for it. it was something i NEEDED a word for, a way to explain because it seemed nobody in the world but me understood it whereas most people had an awareness and grasp on not-heterosexual and not-strictly-man/woman already. so i think, at least, thats why it is that one box i’ll happily put myself in.

don’t really have much point to any of this other than circling back around to a previous post about how i just kind of hate, in general, that we HAVE to have this language in the first place when there have been points in history we didn’t. it’ll never not be infuriating that simply being uniquely human will always be ‘other’ and will never be enough in my lifetime. and maybe also to point out to respect what older queers choose to call themselves.

#personal

[lazywriterkylie]

Day 10: A story titled "Summer is Over"

The smoky skies mixed with windy conditions, causing the butterflies in my stomach to turn sour. I sprawled across the bobbing dock and felt the waves splash over my shins, kicking my feet gently over the side in the cool lake water. Saturday afternoon was finally here, and with it wind and jet boats that made caps of white water spray on my denim shorts, turning the fabric dark. 

I sighed, breathing in the rich smell of pine, lake and wildfire. The textbook bouquet of a dieing summer in the west.

Every weekend this summer had been a dream, filled with skating, hiking, icecream, and friends. This one would likely be the same… for everyone else. Not for me. I was dreading it. I lay there alone feeling the motion of the water with my eyes clamped closed, swallowing the knot that had been growing in my throat since last Saturday when he'd broken the news. 

The hazy sun through my eyelids suddenly eclipsed, and I felt the thud of footsteps plod up beside me. I recognized the gait and kept eyes shut. 

"Ahoy red!" He grunted, plopping down beside me and grunting in satisfaction as his feet splashed next to mine.

"This week was a doozie," he sighed dramatically. 

"Yah it was, did you get all of your crap out of the shed?" I asked.

"Yep! I'm all packed up!" 

I nodded, trying to keep my voice casual, "good you slob, I'm sick of you goofuses tossing your socks all over the equipment."

"Well, you'll have one less goofus to manage next week…" He sighed and kicked his feet, evidently carefree and unaware of the effect of his words.

We sat in comfortable silence as waves washed rhythmically on the sandy shore behind us. Like the ticking of a clock washing  the last dreggs of summer away. 

"I-I was worried we'd never get any wind this week, and the kids wouldn't get any actual sailing done in our sailing class." 

"Me too," Edelweiss responded, "but as always, mother nature clutched up and we got wind just in time. I'm really proud of how they did… and you. You killed it." 

I snorted and kicked a scoop of water over his knees. 

"Yah right! If you call breaking a boat, getting caught in a micro-burst, and almost getting stranded on the island 'Killin it,' then you need to seriously reevaluate your standards."

"Well yah, that was pretty garbage. But none of it was your fault! And just before everything went to crap, you were cruising! I was so proud watching how fast you were going!" 

The butterflies in my guts did flips. It was so weird hearing this goober talk to me like he was a man, and I still wasn't used to it. All summer he'd been full of jokes and laughter, never a dull or serious moment as we fed off of each other's energy and became the chaotic duo the whole camp came to love… But these past two weeks while he taught me to sail… everything had changed. It was as if I was meeting a whole new person, seeimg him through the lense of teacher not a pal, and it threw me for such a loop. 

On a Sunday afternoon I'd stood on the dock in shock as he spoke in sailing jargon, showing me knots and ropes, dissecting the parts of a cat-rig sailboat down to the smallest detail. It was hypnotic to watch him as he leapt deftly around the rig, his brown curls- sun bleached to gold and bouncing in the wind and as he affixed sails and daggerboards with fluid ease.  I knew he was a good teacher, but I didn't know he was that good. I'd spent the whole summer in a kayak with my own gaggle of kids, teaching and managing them. I'd never gotten to see how the other lifeguards were doing with their classes… 

"So, you excited to finally sleep in your own bed?" His question snapped me out of my reflection. 

"What?" 

"There's only one week left! We've been sleeping on cots for the past four months and I'm starting to forget what being legitimately comfortable feels like," he sighed. Gazing up at the wild fire kissed sky. The hazy light still brought out the brilliant blue in bis eyes, which matched the waters perfectly. 

"Oh yah."

"The hammock was pretty sick though," he admitted, sitting up onto one elbow and turning back to the shore. I did the same, gazing in overwhelming pride at our epic summer project. Edleweiss's colorful hammock hung between two pine trees at the top of a tall sandy hill, tucked discreetly behind the canoe rack. Our make-shift break room, our pride and joy.

"She was a beast to build, but so worth it," I sighed, remembering the horrid patch of grass and dead bush we'd spent an entire weekend clearing. 

"Thanks to my epic sand moving skills." He beamed at me with his mischievous grin. I couldn't stop my smile as I rolled my eyes. 

"Whatever," I laughed. But as I sat up and turned back towards the water, I felt a deep pang in my heart. So many inside jokes… I hadn't realized how I'd come to cherish them… what was I going to do next week without them?

"You good?" He asked, arching an eyebrow. 

I smiled, "oh yeah. Just tired." 

"Lame." He sighed and began kicking his feet spasticity, "we still have lots to do tonight before I go, so you better not be too pooped to party." 

"Never," I said in deadpan monotone, "I'm a party animal."

He laughed and looked at me. I pretended not to notice him staring. Instead I took in the beautiful mountain scape before me, lined by layers of pine and lodge pole. I was really going to miss this… all of this.

"This was an amazing summer." Edelweiss said with a sigh, looking out over our stomping grounds. 

"Yah, it really was…" I tapped my fingers anxiously… a war raging within my own mind as motorboats buzzed off in the distance…

"I'm glad you are taking my place dude. When Mike asked who I wanted to pull to cover for me, there were literally no other candidates in my mind. Nobody else I'd trust with my baby." 

 I smiled and nodded, not trusting myself to look him in the eyes and keep it together. He was moving away. Leaving early. I'd most likely never see him again after this golden August weekend. I knew it would come to an end, but I hadn't been prepared to let go an entire week early. Our summer adventures were already crystallizing within my mind as some of the best I'd ever made in my life… I was going to miss him. So so badly. 

I sighed in determination, quelling the fluttering in my stomach with resolve. 

"Do-" 

"Hey Red," he cut me off, "do you want to take the boat out one more time?" 

I closed my mouth, letting my confession die on my lips.

"Ah- we just got everything put away!" 

"So?" He asked, hopping to his feet, sending streams of lake water pooling around us.

"This is your last chance to learn from the master!" He said, hands in his hips in suave confidence, "plus it's my last full day as a camp counselor! Technically my last full day in this state! I want to go out doing what I love the most, sailing!" 

I smiled and shook my head, feeling his trademark impulsiveness chip away at my armor.

"Fine."

"YES!" He threw his arms in the air, double fists towards the sky, and sprinted along the dock back to the beach. I turned and got to my feet slowly as a grin took me by surprise. 

As I walked steadily along the rocking dock I watch Edleweiss throw open the swinging door to the big green shed and disappear inside.

The summer wasn't dead yet… I dismounted the dock and began to climb through the warm sand, the cool summer breeze dancing through my hair, reminding me of the fall, and my looming freshman semester.  These were the last golden drops of my final summer break...

I smiled and stood in the door of the shed, watching my friend shiffle along the sandalwood planks, dlstruggling with the mast and sail. I took one end of the long rig, hefting it onto my sunburned shoulder.

"Thanks," he grunted. 

"No problem."

"Hey, do you think Amber has any of those otterpops left?" He asked as we trudged towards the docked boat.

"Probably."

"Sick, I'm going to eat like twelve when we get back."

I laughed, "youre gross."

"At least it's not an Airhead off the bottom of the lake."

"Hey! It was one time! And five dollars is five dollars man."

We got to work in the golden hour sun, a well oiled team from a sunner of work. I still had a few hours to cherish before time slipped out of my grasp. Might as well make the most of it.

#writing #daily prompt #writing challenge #female writers #author #fic prompt #fiction #writing prompt #summer #nostolgia #summer camp

[sophys-mind]

Black. 

-020920 01:10 a.m- 

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👤, ahhh it's been a while since I wrote or felt that name or nickname, however you want to call it. 

I don't know if this will ever be read, but I think it's needed to get rid of it, at least through this way... I don't know what to think... I feel sad, abandoned, devastated, lonely, uncomfortable with myself and some other things, and I think I know why, but I don't want to admit that it's because of that. I don't want to admit to myself, or to the universe, or to other people, that you left such a mark on me. But I think the time has come... at least to tell myself and this simple application. 

Maybe the word "mark" sounds too strong or maybe it's completely fitting, but I don't know what you did to me. I don't understand me, I don't understand you, and I don't understand the situation. I don't understand you guys, what made you talk to each other so much? Was it because I permitted you to get too close? Or does saying that make me selfish and narcissistic? Am I right or did it just happen? Was I just meant to ride this roller coaster with you so that when the ride was over you would get off and leave me here? Is that our destiny? Our end? ... I don't want to talk about the future or much less, I don't even know if I will still be alive tomorrow but, I don't know, I think I really let myself get too carried away. Even if in our future, or at least the one I dreamed of, there were no children, or great acceptance, or even prosperity, for me I had happiness and I had you... Together with me. However, I think it wasn't the same dream for you. I sincerely wonder if it ever was, if you ever dreamed of me, if I lingered in your thoughts as you do in mine just now, if you ever looked at me as more than a friend, if you ever came to love me.. or at least want me a little... I like to think it is or was like that, but your clues are confusing even now. While you show me so casualy old photos of me, I also read that his name hasn't changed and he's still your "husband", -as always- with more hearts than me. While I feel like you talk with interest with me, or like you care about me, somehow I know that with him everything is more. As always.... That song, "heather", would really come in here, I haven't dared to even listen to it, because I know it would remind me of you, of him, of me, but mostly, of the great envy and sadness that consumes me... Why couldn't it be me? Why him? What does he have? You said we were similar so why? Is it because he's prettier? Is it because he talks to you more affectionately? Is it because you have more things in common? Is it because he uses the same things you do? Is it because he's gay? Is it because he simply showed up? Or is it because you two really were meant to be? 

In any case, I guess I got the ugly part of the story... I was never the main character... I'll only remain as the sad secondary character that wasn't chosen, evocates a few tears in the viewer, and happens to be instantly overshadowed by a cute scene of the main couple... Nice story, no?

Anyway, I don't know how it went for you, I don't know if you finally declared your love, if the man turned out bi, if you still love him, if he never changed with you, if you found happiness with him, if you ever thought about me being with him, ¿how far did your relationship go?, ¿what happened with the other one?, ¿what does your family think of him?, ¿what do you want with him?, Do you see your dream with him? as I did with you or can you see farther away? If so... tell me... where am I? If you are by his side in the future, where am I? Alone as always being the good friend you think I am? Or maybe we have already lost touch? Maybe I'm the only one left behind, who knows... The future is something uncertain, and for the same reason I feel bad, abandoned, without a path, alone, without a floor nor a roof, simply existing and smiling at you, because you were the only thing I thought was safe in that future. 

On the other hand, I miss many things, things I didn't think I would ever miss. I miss sleeping together, which is funny because we hardly ever did it. Just feeling your quiet breathing was enough. I wish I had hugged you that time, even in spite of everything I said, so at least I would have a single memory where we both surrendered to the arms of morpheus turned into one... but, it didn't happen. I was too stupid, too coward, too -seriously TOO- self-centered. Still, would anything have changed by hugging you more? by kissing you more? by not being so mean? by not being the way I am? by not being me? by simply being someone else? wouldn't it be different if I were a man? what would I have done then? what would you have done then? I also miss hugging you, I miss seeing your thin arms stretching out asking me for that minimal contact, one that no matter where it was, I would always reciprocate... ahhh... I need one of those, a hug where you would run your hands around my shoulders, and I would always run my hands around your waist. They fitted so well that it made me believe that that was my place to be. One of those hugs could pull me together right now, could gather together each of the pieces that my heart was broken into. I didn't think that the pain would last so long, so long the memories, so long the emotions, so long your mere presence in my mind, but, I guess I just didn't think before you... but, now that you are not with me, tell me what I think about, who I dream about now, who I hug, who I kiss, who I love, who I care for, who I admire, who I turn to to take away this cocktail of memories, words and repressed feelings... who else if not you? 

I don't know what to write anymore... just vague thoughts of things I would say to you if I were the main character, if I were the one you love and dream of a future by their side. 

But I'm not.

I'm just me and nothing else.

So, I’ll go to sleep.

#Writings on the time #writing #artists on tumblr #Escritos en el tiempo

[agentmika]

I am in an insane mood rn and I just wanna stoke the flames but I gotta chill out so I can do hw and figure out scheduling conflicts what the hell man

#a good close friend of mine just came out to me as bi #i learned more abt the show that is Riverdale #the walkawaytexasranger trend is up on twitter and i popped over to support it #i watched the manly wail clip and im in disbelief and apparently #APPARENTLY #he also has ghost sex with his ghost wife and actually I think the cw as a whole just needs to Go. like i already did bc spn finale fallout #but fr now #also just sneaking this in here but my sister is suicidal again and my mom doesn't know how to handle it and cuz im a psych major #im supposed to be able to fix her! #sry for the emotional whiplash there anyone reading the tags #she's doing better rn and we had a family talk but oof #i have stepped away from homework now for nearly an hour longer than i intended to #o o f #to end on a happier note my bi friend ranted to me abt a crush she has on her roommate and i told her to watch the old guard and #we love each other :) #that chick rants in the tags

[ragingbookdragon]

So Live A Lie, Just Tonight, And Burn Out Bright

Batsis x Hal Jordan One-Shot

Word Count: 3.8K Warnings: Explicit Language, Mature Themes

Author's Note: I decided to compile that one Batsis "story" into one doc, and I added the alternate ending for the one anon who asked! Enjoy! -Thorne

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“Alright, easy sis, easy,” he worried, watching her carefully for signs of pain flickering across her face as he helped her off the bike.

She scowled, managing to drag her injured leg forward. “Quit nagging. I’m—ngh—fine.”

“You’re on emergency oxycodone and you’ve got a broken femur,” he retorted. “I’m nagging until you’re in surgery.”

“Ugh, stop reminding me.”

Someone hauled her off her feet with a quiet, “I’ve got you.”

She grunted in pain laying on the gurney. “Thanks, dad.”

“Miss Wayne, are you alright?”

Her eyes found Alfred’s. “I’m good. I just ne—motherfucker!” she yelped, glaring at her father who was squeezing her thigh. “Hey! That’s broken, jackass! Quit!”

Bruce grunted. “You need an ORIF now.”

A pinch in her arm made her twitch and she turned her attention to Alfred who was uncapping a needle. “Alfred, what’s that?”

He shook his head. “Nothing to worry about, Miss Wayne.” Smiling, he stuck the needle into the line. “You’ll feel better when you awaken.”

Her vision blurred rapidly, “Gonna take…a nap…now…” her head lolled, and Bruce met Alfred’s gaze.

“Call Damian. He’s got the steady hand we’ll need.”

***

“How’re you feeling?” Jason asked, setting a cup of juice on the bedside table.

She blinked slowly, staring at her fingers. “Why are my fingers like this?”

“Like what, Queenie?”

“Bendy,” she replied, flexing her fingers. “It’s fuckin’ weird.” She looked at him. “I feel weird.”

He snorted, nodding at Dick and the others who were walking in at the sound of her voice. “You’re on hydromorphone, sis.”

“Hydro—what-what?”

“Hydromorphone, sister,” Damian said. “It has increased your threshold for pain and reduced the perception of it.”

She stared at him like she hadn’t heard a word come out of his mouth. “I didn’t understand a single goddamn word that you just said.”

Snickers sounded around her, but her head was up in the clouds and she rested back against her pillow. Her family gathered around her, sitting up on the bed, and suddenly she cocked her head up, squinting at each of them.

“Sweetheart? What’s wrong?” Bruce inquired.

“Where’s Dick?”

“I’m right here, sis,” he answered, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand. “What’s up?”

“Why’d you break up with Kori?”

His eyes widened. “I—what?”

“Kori. Tall alien with the shooty-hands.”

“I know who she is. What about our breakup?”

“Are you kidding me? That woman is spectacular, and you broke up with her. She’s gorgeous, wicked intelligent, fantastic in bed and—”

“Wait, back up there,” he interrupted. “Good in bed? Did you sleep with, Kori?”

“Oh yeah, totally. I was her rebound after you.”

Dick blinked while the others cackled. “Have you…have you slept with any other exes?”

“Of yours? Or in general with the family’s exes?”

“Wait,” Jason said. “Have you slept with any of mine?”

“Did you date Artemis?”

He shrugged. “Sort of?”

“Then, yes.” She looked at Bruce. “I slept with Selina too, but to be completely honest we were both drunk and I don’t think either of us remember.”

“I uh—” he started, then quieted. “I didn’t know you were gay, sweetheart.”

She let out a ‘pfft’. “I’m not.”

“Oh, you’re bi, then?” Dick smiled and she shook her head.

“Nah, I like the wine but not the label.” She grinned. “I’m a lover of people.”

“How many superheroes have you slept with?” Tim questioned and she pursed her lips.

“Uh…I dunno…kinda lost count.”

For a moment no one said a word, then Jason asked, “You know how we call Dickhead the fuck-boy? Can we refer to you as that now? I think you’ve topped his count.”

Her eyes narrowed into a glare and she pointed at him, though she was seeing double, so it was entirely possible that she was pointing at the wall. “Keep that up and I’ll sleep with your best friend again.”

“You slept with Roy?!”

“I was talking about Kyle, but Roy works too.”

“OH MY GOD! IS THERE ANYONE YOU HAVEN’T SLEPT WITH?”

She thought for a moment, then offered, “Diana. But I asked her out last weekend so it’s up in the air until our date.”

***Part Two***

There was only one rule that everyone collectively followed in Wayne Manor and that was: no excessive noise until after twelve P.M. It was mostly influenced by Alfred who’d more than once pulled out the shotgun but surprisingly, mornings were usually calm and quiet. Keywords: “Were” and “Usually”. There were some special cases.

An ear-splitting scream shattered the silence of the breakfast room and in an instant, everyone was jumping from the table, sprinting towards the staircase to find out what was quite possibly murdering their eldest sister. As they neared the staircase, they came face to face with her as she stood behind the banister, her hands gripping the railing until her knuckles started whitening.

“Sis, what’s wrong?” Dick worried, already starting to come up the steps, Jason and Tim close behind.

“I’m late,” she whispered, and they leaned forward.

“What was that?” Bruce inquired, brows furrowing, and she looked at him.

“I’m late.” Her voice was firmer this time.

He blinked. “How long?”

“Two months.”

“Wait, what’s going on?” Jason questioned, shaking his head and she scowled.

“My period’s late, jackass.”

She wished she’d taken a photo of their faces, because nothing would ever amuse her as much as the way their jaws went slack, eyes widening in total shock. Running a hand down her face, she groaned, “Oh my God. I knew something was up. I completely forgot about it.”

“Sooooo…” Tim drawled out with a recovered grin. “Who’s the daddy?”

Her eyes narrowed and she shot him a glare. “Shut. Up.”

“C’mon sis, someone—some guy did it for you.” Jason quipped. “Who’s the lucky man?” he paused, seeming to remember something. “How many superheroes have you slept with in two months? That have dicks, of course.” She clenched her jaw and his eyes widened. “Oh no. Oh no…is it, Roy?”

“It’s not Roy!” she hissed.

“Kyle?” Dick offered and she shook her head.

“No. I’ve only slept with one guy in the past two months.”

“Who was it sister?” Damian quizzed, placing his hands on his hips. “I have yet to meet anyone acceptable for you to populate with.”

“Thanks Damian,” she griped, then groaned. “Oh God, I know who it is too. And I wish I didn’t.”

“Why’s that?”

Her eyes found Tim’s. “Because we were drunk as hell after a League mission.”

“Who is it?” Bruce grunted and she met his gaze.

“You’re not going to like it.”

Something passed between them, and his eyes narrowed. “Please don’t say that’s who you slept with.”

She nodded, pressing a hand to her face, hiding her embarrassment. “Mhm.”

“You slept with him?”

“Unfortunately.”

Jason looked between his sister and father. “Wait, I’m confused. What’s going on?” A snort sounded beside him, and he looked over, seeing Dick in tears. “Why are you crying? What’s so funny?”

Dick cackled. “SHE SLEPT WITH HAL JORDAN!”

Another round of slack jawed brothers appeared in her sight, and she hissed. “It was an accident!”

“YOU’RE HAVING A BABY WITH HAL JORDAN!” Dick gasped, starting to drop to his knees from laughing so hard. “OH MY GOD, YOU SLEPT WITH THE GUY DAD HATES THE MOST!”

“You slept with Hal Jordan?” Tim gagged. “Ew.”

“Sister, I am disgusted in your choice of partners for children.” Damian noted and she scowled.

“I hate all of you.” she looked at Bruce.

He sighed heavily, a defeated father…or maybe a defeated grandfather. “I’ll go call Hal…and order prenatal vitamins.”

She ran a hand down her face. “I’ll call Leslie and get in for an exam.”

“Holy shit,” Jason gasped. “We’re gonna be uncles!”

***Part Three***

He shifted the phone to rest between his ear and shoulder, hands busy pouring coffee into his cup. “Hello?”

What are you doing right now?

“Bruce? Is that you?”

Answer the question, Hal.

He rolled his eyes and frowned. “Well, it’s nine A.M., I’m making a cup of coffee. I know bats are nocturnal, so this might come as a surprise to someone like you, but rest assured it’s a normal habit for us normal folks.”

How fast can you get to Gotham City?

“Willingly?” Hal chuckled, setting down the coffee pot to grab the phone. “What’s going on?”

I need your…help…with something. And I need you in Gotham as fast as you can get here…please.

He almost dropped both the phone and coffee mug. “Did you just say you need my he—” the line went dead with a click, and he pulled the phone from his ear. “Asshole,” Hal scowled and shoved the phone in his pocket, before putting the mug down. His body flashed green as he suited up and he sighed. “Can’t believe I gotta go to the land of the living dead at nine A.M.”

***

He rubbed his temples as he disconnected the call, barely suppressing the sigh that wanted to escape him. “Are you mad at me?” he heard behind him, low, scared, and worried; he shook his head.

“No.”

She leaned against the desk, staring down at the side of his head. “Are you disappointed in me?”

Bruce sighed this time. “At your basic lack of common sense and sleeping with a team member despite the fact that I’ve told you time and again that inner-team-dalliances only end badly? Yes.” He turned his eyes to her. “But for being pregnant? Never.”

“Doesn’t seem like it, dad,” she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest; he watched them lower to hold her stomach.

“I think Hal Jordan’s an idiot,” he stated. “If it seems like I’m upset, it’s because he’s going to be my grandchild’s father and I’ll have to be nice to him now.” She huffed a laugh and he reached over, placing a hand on her arm. “It’s going to be okay, sweetheart. We’ll take care of this.”

“I know, it’s just…” she sighed. “I never expected this to happen.”

“No one ever does,” Bruce answered. “Have you contacted Leslie yet?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I’ll go see her around three.” Grunting, she muttered, “Figured if Hal got here in as soon as possible, we’d have enough time to sit and talk about this before we went.” She ran a hand over her face. “God, I can’t believe I Hal knocked me up.”

“Please don’t say that,” Bruce griped. “I don’t like that phrase.”

“But that’s what happened, dad. I got knocked up by Hal.”

“Why do you hate me?” he scowled, dropping his head into his hands. “How did this even happen?”

Sighing, she recounted, “After the mission in Brazil, Hal invited Barry back to Coast City for a drink and Barry invited me.” She shrugged. “I didn’t wanna be rude even if I am typically antisocial, so I accepted, and we got there and found a bar. After a couple hours, Barry had to get back to Central and we just decided to keep drinking.”

She grunted. “Hell, by seven thirty we were already gone so we got a ride back to his place and he offered to let me stay the night and one thing led to another and—”

Bruce raised his hand, effectively silencing her. “I can infer what happened after that.” He rubbed his temples. “Let’s just wait for Hal to get here, yeah?”

“Yeah,” she agreed, falling silent.

***

Alfred cleared his throat. “Master Jordan, is here, sir.” They both looked up from the Batcomputer at the test pilot.

“Thank you, Alfred,” Bruce said, and the butler nodded, ascending the steps.

Hal walked towards them. “So, what’s the deal? Why do you need me?”

Bruce looked at her and she sighed. “Actually, I’m the one who needed you to come here, Hal.”

His brown eyes darted to hers, a flash, a recognition of something and he nodded. “Aright. What’s up?”

“Dad…give us a moment?” he nodded and stood from the Batcomputer, walking to the medical section on the other side of the cave. She waved Hal over. “You might wanna sit down.”

He did, albeit suspiciously. “Why are you acting so…weird?”

“Hal,” she said, then looked at her hands. “I’m…ah crap.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked, brows furrowing.

She took a deep breath and admitted, “My period’s late and there’s a good chance I’m pregnant.”

For a moment, Hal didn’t say a word, then he burst into laughter. “Oh, that’s hilarious!” he held his stomach and wiped his eyes. “That’s a good one.”

“I’m not joking, Hal,” she spat. “In the last three months, you’re the only man I’ve had sex with. If I’m pregnant, you’re the father.”

He stopped laughing at that. “Are you being serious?”

“Dead.”

Hal ran a hand through his brown hair and let out a shocked breath. “Holy hell.” She watched him and he gaped at her. “W-what…what do we do?”

“I’ve got an appointment with Doctor Leslie at four. You’re welcome to come along if you’d like.”

He nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I will.” Swallowing thickly, he said, “Does he know?”

“Dad? Yeah. They all do.”

“They?” he repeated, eyes wide.

“My brothers.”

“You told them we slept together?”

She chuckled. “Apparently a year ago under heavy meds, I admitted I slept with Dad, Dick, and Jason’s exes.” She shrugged. “There’s not much I keep from them.”

Hal’s eyes shifted to Bruce’s back. “Can’t imagine the Big-Bat is happy about this.”

“Oh, he’s not. He thinks you’re an idiot, but judging by the look on your face, you already know that.”

He scoffed. “Your dad likes to think he’s smarter than everyone else.”

She cocked a brow. “He is.”

“And it seems like you’re following that strain well,” he shot back, and they glared at each other before cracking smiles.

“If this is real, we’re going to be some parents, huh?”

Hal could sense the fear in her voice, and he stood in front of her, placing his hands on her hips. “Hey,” he murmured. “No parents are perfect. And we’re sure as hell not.”

“If this is supposed to cheer me up, it’s not.”

“I’m not trying to cheer you up. I’m trying to reassure you,” he corrected, squeezing her hips lightly. “We’ll work through this, and we’ll do it together.”

She gazed at him then heaved a sigh and leaned her head on his shoulder. “Thanks Hal.”

“Don’t mention it,” he chuckled, then murmured, “But if we really are going to be parents, should we tie the knot?”

“Absolutely not.”

***

“Hal, for the love of God, will you sit down?” she griped. “You’re starting to make me anxious with all that pacing.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair before shrugging off his bomber. “I can’t help it,” he retorted. “I hate waiting.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed.” She rolled her eyes. “Leslie’s working as fast as she can. Just sit down and be patient.”

Hal paced for another minute before collapsing into the seat beside her; she took his hand in hers and rubbed her thumb on the back of his hand. “What are you doing?” he asked, and she hummed.

“Comforting you.”

“Why?”

She looked at him. “Because you’re worried.”

“How are you not?”

“I am,” she commented, and he scowled.

“You don’t look it.”

“Well, that’s because I was trained to retain my emotions a as child,” she retorted. “It helps when I’m dealing with children who are scared.”

“I’m not a child,” Hal hissed, and she snorted.

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“You know what? I’m gonna—”

The door opened and their mouths snapped shut as Leslie walked in with a smile. “Good afternoon.”

“Hey Leslie,” she greeted, then glanced at the papers in her hand. “So? What’s the verdict?”

Leslie handed her the file and she looked it over. “Case of irregular period, dear.”

She blinked and said dumbly, “I’m not pregnant?”

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “Our bodies act up sometimes, even when we’re grown. Irregularities can still happen even now.” Clearing her throat, Leslie added, “But your blood and urinalysis came back negative. You’re not pregnant.” She looked between Hal and her. “With the results, you’re free to leave.”

She stood to her feet, but when Hal didn’t, she tugged his hand. “Hal,” she whispered. “Come on.”

He staggered to his feet. “Yeah, I’m coming.” He disappeared out of the clinic room, and she sighed, then looked at Leslie.

“Thanks doc.”

“Of course.”

***

They were quiet on the park bench, watching the sun reflect off the water and listening to the birds singing in the sky. “So…I guess that’s a relief,” Hal stated, and she nodded.

“Yeah. I guess it is.” Laughing, she said, “I mean could you imagine if I were actually carrying your kid?” when he didn’t laugh, she looked over at him. “Hal?”

He blinked, shaking himself out of his thoughts. “Yeah, couldn’t imagine it.”

“Hal,” she plead. “Are you upset that I’m not?”

“What? No. No, I’m relieved you’re not pregnant, but…” he sighed and shrugged. “I dunno at the same time as scared as I was, I was happy, you know? Ready to step up and be there for you.”

She lowered her gaze to his hands and reached over, placing hers over his and he took it, squeezing. “Well, look at it this way. This was the universe telling you that you’re ready to be a father and this was the universe telling me that I’m not ready to be a mom or your baby’s mother.”

Hal gazed at her for a moment then chuckled. “Yeah, I guess it is.” He squeezed her hand again and climbed to his feet, flashing green as his suit appeared. “Now that everything’s sorted out, I should be getting back to Coast City.”

“Sounds good,” she agreed, standing to her feet.

“Can I drop you off anywhere?”

“Nah, I’m gonna walk around for a bit,” she said.

Hal took to the sky then looked down at her. “If you ever find yourself ready…call me?”

A shocked laugh bubbled in her chest, and she shook her head. “Not a chance in hell, Jordan.”

“Come on, don’t you think it would be fun to have the old Bat call me his son in law?”

Giggling, she waved him off. “Get out of here, Hal.”

Winking, he replied, “See you later, babe.”

She couldn’t help but chuckle and watch him leave, then she shook her head. “Ridiculous.” But a small smile was still on her lips as she headed down the street.

***Alternate Ending***

She gazed numbly out at the water, not sure if she should feel surprise or shock, but whatever emotion she was feeling had completely dumbfounded her. She was pregnant. Her hands had unconsciously pressed tight to her stomach, and she felt sick more than anything. Sick, scared, ashamed, every emotion that came with sleeping with a coworker—and every TV show and movie where the woman got pregnant from the affair.

How was she going to explain this to her family? To her friends? How was she going to face their scrutiny? Pregnant out of wedlock? With the biggest skirt-chasing, arrogant asshole in the galaxy? She’d take the brunt of their scathing opinions. He’d get off scot-free. He’d—

“(Y/N).” Someone’s hand rested on her shoulder, and she blinked, suddenly brought from her stupor and she looked over at him; his gaze was full of worry. “Are you okay?”

Instantly, she felt angry, and she jerked away from him, standing to her feet. “Am I okay!” she shouted. “You got me pregnant! Do you have any idea what this is going to do to us! To our reputations! To mine!”

Irritation etched across his face, and he stood to his feet, getting in her face. “It takes two to tango, (Y/N). We both did this—not just me.”

Her mouth opened to retort sharply, but damned if he didn’t have a point and she shut her mouth, tasting something bitter as she looked away. “I’m going home.”

She turned and his hand shot out, grabbing hold of her arm. “Wait, I don’t want you going alone.”

“Let go of me.” She hissed, trying to pull away, but he tightened his grip.

“No. It’s too dangerous for you to be out alone.”

(Y/N) scoffed. “I think you’re forgetting who you’re talking to Jordan. I’m—”

“The mother of my child.” Hal declared and she gaped at him. “I know what you and your family think of me. I know you think I’m an arrogant asshole and yeah, I’ll admit that I am.” He pulled her to him and wrapped his arm around her waist. “But if you think for a second, I’m going to let you wander around this bat-shit crazy city alone while pregnant, then you’re the one who’s being arrogant.”

He searched her gaze. “I’m many things, (Y/N). But I’m not going to abandon you or shy away from whatever this is.”

She swallowed thickly. “What do you mean ‘whatever this is’? Parents?”

“Us.” Hal said. “Maybe it’s just my big head, but I see the way you look at me. Yeah, I annoy the hell out of you, but you care for me.” He reached up, cupping her cheek. “And I care about you too. More than just what teammates should for one another.”

(Y/N) didn’t know what to say, because he did have a point. Hal was an annoying prick who at many times provoked her into physical confrontation, but on the other hand, there was nothing she loved more than fighting with him, because she knew he found it just as amusing.

Her gaze lowered and she felt tears well in her eyes. “I’m scared, Hal.”

“I know. I am too,” he murmured. “But we’re going to get through this.” He tipped her head up, catching her eyes once more. “We will get through this. Together.”

(Y/N)’s lips wobbled, and she tried for a lighthearted comment. “Isn’t fraternization against the rules?”

Hal grinned. “Only in the military.” He winked. “Last time I checked—we’re not in it.”

She laughed, leaning forward, and pressed her forehead to his. “How’s everyone going to react to this?”

He shrugged. “Probably with shock. I mean about me getting a girl pregnant? Not likely. Getting you pregnant? More likely.”

“Shut up.”

“I think we should consider getting married though.”

(Y/N) pulled away and stared at him. “Excuse me?”

Hal looked at her. “(Y/N), we should think about getting married. I mean, we’re gonna have a kid together. Might as well tie the knot while we’re at it.”

She merely blinked and spun, walking off. “Nope. Not happening. I’ll be your baby-mama, but I am not marrying you.”

“Hey! Wait up!”

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Cat Girls and Red Wine

Yn- Bi and She/They

Yn and Corpse were best friends who had similar tastes in women, which were usually cat girls and/or e-girls, and today, like every other day, they were at the mall flirting with the girls at hot topic before leaving, "hey want to chill at my place?" Corpse asked, "sure if you're not too busy," you replied. He rolled his eyes and remarked, "Why would I invite you over if I was busy?" You hummed, "to get me to help you," and he chuckled. You both leave in his car and arrive at his house. As you walk through the front door, the walls are pink and the floor is covered in a white fur rug.   "What the fuck," you mutter as you turn to face Corpse, who has been tackled by a girl dressed entirely in pink. "Corpsey baby," she says as your ears begin to bleed. You look around and notice that a lot of items have been decorated in pink instead of the typical grey. You shivered, and it wasn't a good kind of shudder. She then turns to you and scrunches up her nose, "whos this?" she asks in a whiney tone, "I'm Yn Corpse's bestfriend, who the fuck are you?" you replied directly before Corpse had a chance to respond, smiling and pushing her chest out, "I'm Amanda Corpse's girlfriend," she replied. You rolled your eyes and turned to face Corpse. 

You asked him, ignoring the whiney lap dog beside him, "may I get some red wine?" He smirked and responded, "you know where it is." You smile and head towards his room, remembering that he keeps all of his alcohol in the back of the closet. Halfway to his door, you hear a whiney voice yell "SHE CAN'T GO IN YOUR ROOM!" You go into the back of his closet and grab a bottle of red wine, then head back to the kitchen, where you just came from, and grab two glasses, pouring a little for Corpse and a little for yourself, then returning to the living area and handing him the glass, the girl glaring at you, "where's mine?" she asked snarkily. 

"Up your ass," you said, sipping wine. She pouted, "Corpsey," she whined, her lip trumbling. "Oh shut the fuck up before I give you something to trumble your lip about," you added, having had enough of her nonsense.  "If you want your own wine, go fuck get it," you say, hearing a chuckle from Corpse as she rises with her head lowered and walks into the kitchen. Corpse sighs and faceplants onto the couch, not spilling a drop of his wine. You finish yours and set it on the coffee table, then sit on the edge of the couch by his ribs, taking his wine and setting it on the table. You began rubbing his back, feeling him slowly relax under your hands, when you heard a glass shatter and looked up to see a girl dropping her wine glass and staring right at you two. You became angrier and leaned up by Corpse's head, whispering to him, "how much do you like this girl?" he turns his head towards you, you guys were so close but chose to ignore it “I hate her with every fibre in my body," he says. You smirk and stand up, grabbing the girl's arm and leading her to Corpse's door, which you open and shove her out of before closing and locking it. You walk back over to Corpse, who was now laying on his back, hearing the cries fade, and you collapse into him with a sigh and cuddle into him.  "You can sleep if you want," he says as you yawn. This was something you two did a lot, but it felt different this time. You hum in response and cuddle closer to him . The next morning, the two of you ended up on the floor with a blanket, and you were the first to wake up. You pretended to be asleep since you didn't want to move and wished that the warmth would remain forever. --- The first copy of this was 2 times longer but Tumblr glitched and it deleted so i hope you guys like this one.

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