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lizthewriter · 3 months

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messy / regina george

PAIRING regina george x fem!reader

SUMMARY you and regina have been secretly hooking up for months, but she breaks up with you when you ask for more. after she gets hit by a bus, you fear for her life and whatever relationship you have left.

TAGS regina george x fem!reader, hurt/comfort, angst, happy ending, queer!, reneé rapp is so fine 😫😫, internalized homophobia, use of d-slur (lesbian slur)

QUOTE "half of all my exes regret me, / but none of them will ever forget me, / loving me gets really messy," - messy by reneé rapp

WRITTEN 1.13.2024

WORD COUNT 1.3K

A/N everytime reneé showed up on screen, i literally started banging my fists against my seat because she SERVED CUNT!!!! SHE WAS SO FINE!!!! literally after the movie, my best friend said to me: "i think you're just gay. i think you're a woman kisser. you might just have a little fruit in your cup."

slammed up against the wall, you felt regina's teeth clash furiously against yours. it was all hot passion - how your lips ran feverishly against hers as though you'd never get to feel her touch again, the way her hands ran up and down the sides of your body as though she needed to memorize the shape of you. days the two of you had gone without a moment to yourselves. days you had spent fantasizing about her pressing you up against the wall. it wasn't that you didn't want a normal relationship. it wasn't that you didn't want to kiss and hold hands and go on cute dates, but . . . that wasn't regina's style. she was closeted. heavily. actually, you weren't sure that she even understood that making out with girls was perhaps the most gay thing she could do, but you were willing to take what you were given. it was regina george, after all.

she pulled away from you by biting gently down on your lip, letting go when she could no longer stretch it any longer. "god, you're so hot," she whispered with a smirk, unbuttoned the first two buttons of your shirt. she reclaimed the control she had over your body, pressing her lips to your collarbone. your hands somehow found their way to her beautiful blond locks, scraping her scalp with the sharp edge of your nails. fantasy was nothing like reality. you had forgotten how good it felt, but how terrible it was all at once. as her warm breath tickled your skin, doubts that had been haunting you the past few days filled your mind slowly. was this healthy? didn't you deserve a healthy queer relationship, one that would be open and free and full of love, real love?

you wanted it all. you wanted the life you saw other queer girls have all around the world. going on cute picnic dates with homeade muffins and favorite books, sitting in the lap of your partner and doing their makeup, snuggling on the couch while watching a movie. holding hands while strolling the town center. it was hard to keep these thoughts back any longer. they overflowed.

you felt regina freeze as you gently pushed her away from where she had latched onto your upper chest. "can we, um, talk?" you ask. she could hear the tone in your voice. you knew she could. the way her eyes met yours made your stomach twist with discomfort.

"talk?" she asked in an incredulous tone, pulling away.

"it's just that, well, hear me out first. i like you. i really like you, a lot! that's why i really want us to be more than . . . making out in the custodian's closet after school and sneaking into your room while your mom's asleep," you explained nervously, stumbling over your words. finally able to meet her eyes, all hope was shattered as you felt her icy stare fixed upon your flushed face.

"i thought we made a deal when we started this. nothing more than this." she barked out a bitter laugh and fluffed out her hair. "what, did you think i was some kind of dyke or something? this was supposed to be fun. nice job stamping out that fire." she opened the door to the closet and waltzed out like nothing had happened. as if you didn't spend the entire last three months building a bond. heart: broken.

fear couldn't describe the emotion you felt driving to the hospital. it was gut-wrenching, blood-curdling, heart-tearingly excruciating. the rumors swirling around made your sick with worry. could she really be dead?

you weren't there when it happened. you had been driving home and then doing homework, hiding your phone away in a drawer somewhere to keep you distracted. it wasn't until hours later that you checked your notifications to realize she had been admitted to the er.

you rushed into the hospital, demanding to hear about her condition.

"are you immediate family?" the nurse at the desk asked. of course you lied. of course you said yes. she gave you the room number and told you that you could wait in the hall - the doctors were talking with her mother and you would need to wait until she woke up herself.

when you arrived at the door to her room, you were afraid to look inside. you weren't sure why. she was alive, yes. maybe you were afraid she was still upset with you. or worse, she had amnesia and forgot about you completely. dejected, you collapsed into the very comfortable plastic chair next to her room.

a few minutes later, the door opened and the doctors and mrs. george exited the room. you stood up suddenly, expectant in your expression.

"she's fine. she's going to heal 100%, she just needs to wear a corrective neck bracelet for several weeks," the doctors assured you. you could relax, just a little. they walked down the hall, chatting softly. mrs. george grinned at you - you had met before, of course, being introduced as one of regina'a friends.

"well, look who we have here! did you hear the news? they said my name on the evening," she told you excitedly, as though her daughter weren't stuck in the hospital from injuries resulting for being hit. by a bus. "head on in darling, those cute boys said she'd be awake soon." her eyes trailed down the hall to the two doctors that had revived regina. with a mini-wave and a "toodle-doo!" she was down the hall and full on flirting with men much younger than herself.

the doorknob to regina's room stared back at you with intimidation so strong you almost turned around and drove home. you reached out a closed your hand around the cool metal, slowly turning it until you were passing through the doorway and standing feet away from her bed. it didn't feel as scary as you thought, entering her room, staring over at her bed. she looked more at peace then you had ever seen her, she looked prettier than you had ever seen her. without her mean-girl face, she seemed a lot more genuine. a lot more like the regina that opened up to you that one chilly night in december.

you silently pulled a chair next to her bed and sat there, waiting for her to wake up. you didn't mind the wait, in a way. because she was sitting there next to you, and she was going to be okay.

when regina awoke, she seemed more confused than anything. her brows furrowed as she looked around the room, her eyes finally landing on you.

"hey," you said all of a sudden, sitting up straight. "you're okay, you're fine. you're . . . in the hospital."

"what are you doing here?" not snappy or bitter or angry. genuine.

"i heard you got hit by a bus," you said, biting your bottom lip anxiously. would she yell at you? tell you she never wanted to see you again? "i heard . . . i you died. i just had to see for myself, to make sure you were okay. i'm sorry, if you don't want me here, i'll -"

"don't leave!" she shouted, grabbing your hand. you stared down at the place where her skin met your hand. this wasn't happening. this couldn't be happening. her fingers intertwined with yours and you find her eyes to be pleading you. "please, just don't leave."

"regina -"

"just shut up and listen, okay?" she told you, sounding upset, but it didn't seem to be an emotion she was directing towards you. you sat back down and scooted your chair closer to her. "i want us to be something more too . . . okay? i like you, loser."

you narrowed your eyes at her. "is this regina george trying to be nice?" you asked dubiously.

"don't ruin the moment or i'm taking everything i said back."

"no," you said quickly, shaking your head with a smile. you placed your other hand on the one clasped in hers. "it's a good look on you. really."

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mountainsandmayhem · 2 months

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Taste Her, Little Dove (18+)

Joel Miller x f!reader x female

Summary: Joel encourages you to indulge in your curiosities towards women. CW: girl on girl (Happy International Women’s Day), oral (f!receiving), fingering, dirty talk, pet names (little dove, baby etc.), sub/domme dynamics, sort of voyeurism on Joel's part, male masturbation, lots of orgasms, one night stand AN: practice safe sex!! This is unprotected sex, be better than my writing! STI’s may be less likely in lesbian hookups but please use dental dams or gloves with a partner that you don’t know. Stay safe! Dividers by @saradika-graphics WC 3.6k

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You sit at the kitchen table, phone open in one hand reading an article, fresh morning coffee in the other. “What’s it like to go down on a girl?”

Joel almost chokes on his coffee, folding the corner of his newspaper down and looking at you over his reading glasses.

“Jesus, babe. It’s 8 am!” His hair is tousled with sleep, still wearing just his boxers and a white t-shirt.

“Didn’t realize 8 am was prude hour,” you joke. Cupping your hot coffee in both hands and inhaling the steam.

“It’s just not what I thought was going to come out of your mouth.” He says with a laugh, putting the paper down and placing his glasses on top of it. “You never cease to amaze me, my love.”

“Well, I adopted Ellie in my second year of college, the first year I was too busy with classes. I didn’t get those wild college years. You know?”

The sounds of the morning birds chirping merrily fills the kitchen for a moment while Joel looks at you.

“Alright. I fucking love it. It’s powerful watching you fall apart as I lick you.” He smirks a little, a dimple forming in his cheek before he sips his coffee.

“So the same way I feel when I give you a blow job?” You shrug.

“I guess. I don’t know, the female anatomy is a lot more complex, but finding that right combination of licking and sucking, along with fingers. It’s like…” he trails off, thinking for a moment, “like a game of chess. Every time I go down on you it’s different. Sometimes you like the tip of my tongue to flick roughly, other times you like gentle kitten licks and lots of kisses. I almost have to read you and figure out the best way to win the game.”

“Huh,” you suddenly feel a little insecure, he’s doing all that work and you - “I just do the same thing every time. Am I doing it wrong?”

“No babes,” he laughs, reaching across and taking your hand in his. His thumb caresses the smooth skin along the top of your hand. “Dicks are pretty easy. Grip them and move up and down. You are amazing at blow jobs.”

He smiles at you and your gaze falls back to your phone. He picks up his glasses and paper and goes back to reading. After a few minutes, you break the silence.

“How would you feel about me going down on a woman?”

His eyes light up as he takes you in, he bites his cheek to stop the shit eating grin he can feel forming. “Go on….”

“I’m curious. I’ve never been with a woman.”

“Ok,” he folds the paper up again. “Are you doing this for you? Is this something YOU want?”

“Yes,” you say confidently.

“Ok. So are you asking for a threesome? Because if I’m being honest, I don’t think I want to be with another woman.”

“No! Oh god,” you try to stop your voice from sounding horrified, “I don’t want to see you with anyone.”

You’re quiet for a second before adding, “You know what, nevermind. I don’t like this.”

“What baby?” He asks encouragingly.

“I feel selfish. I’m going to ask you to let me indulge in my curiosities when there’s nothing in it for you but to watch. I’d want you there.”

“Hey,” he stands and walks to your side of the table. He stops behind you, wrapping his strong arms around you and rests his chin on your shoulder. “You’re not being selfish. I don’t want to be with anyone else but I sure as fuck would watch you play with another woman.”

Finding a woman was surprisingly easy. After taking Joel’s advice, you put on a little red dress and the two of you headed to a bar near your house. Joel went in first and sat at a booth near the back, ordering himself a whiskey. After touching up your lipstick and fluffing your hair in the rearview mirror you strutted into that bar like you owned the place. Heels clicked on the floor as you walked over to the bar and ordered a martini. You sat there, eyes flicking around at the patrons, trying to make yourself look approachable.

A gorgeous long-haired brunette woman was sitting across from you with an almost empty drink. This was your chance, you call the bartender over and ask him to send her a drink. As he walked over to her the music in the room seemed louder, and butterflies started to flutter around your stomach. But she took the drink and then came to sit with you.

She agreed to let Joel sit in the wingback chair in the corner of your room. “I’m not interested though, lover boy. So you can watch but hands off.”

Joel smirked at her, “Feelings mutual. I’m only interested in my Little Dove.”

Now that the three of you are in your bedroom, you’re not as confident. She’s completely naked, you just a bra and panties, and Joel sitting in the dark corner, ankle resting on his knee.

“Give me a colour, Little Dove.”

“Green,” you say shakily, hands hanging by your sides and eyes dancing around the naked woman in front of you. She steps forward, linking her fingers with yours. You lean into her touch, the tip of your nose tracing down the bridge of hers.

“Can I take your bra and panties off?” She whispers. You hear Joel stifle a groan, which encourages you to keep going.

“Yes please,” your hands trail up her arms as she reaches behind you to unclasp your bra. The cool air pebbles your nipples as the garment falls to the floor. Her soft lips find your neck, kissing towards the dip on your collarbone, her thumbs hooking into the waistband of your lacy panties.

“Don’t stop,” you whimper, hands sliding into her long hair, guiding her to your aching nipples. Her tongue flicks over one as she gets to her knees, panties slipping down along your thighs as she goes. You use her shoulder to balance you as you step out of your thong.

“You’re so wet for me,” she hums, kissing up your thighs to your hip bones. You won’t survive if both she and Joel start talking, and that’s further solidified when Joel’s deep voice adds, “Good girl, Little Dove” from the corner of the room.

Your body shutters as she stands, sucking a peaked nipple into her mouth. She sucks and licks, the other hand teasing your slit. Your head falls back and you gasp at the feeling of her. Being with a woman is so different from being with Joel. She’s soft, her hands are like silk as they move across you.

“Get on the bed,” you moan. You swear you hear Joel’s breath become heavier as he watches you. When you glance towards him he’s in the same position, chin resting between his thumb and forefinger, elbow perched on the arm of the chair. He shoots you a wink before you climb into bed. She’s on her back, legs open for you and can’t help but lick your lips at the sight of her puffy pink pussy. She’s glistening for you and you swell with pride at how you made her like that.

Laying on top of her you start kissing her lips and grind your hips into hers. She moans into your mouth, hands grabbing your ass. “I wanna lick your pussy,” she says between kisses, “please.”

You already know she likes to be in control, it was part of your conversation at the bar and with Joel. The two of you roll in tandem, sheets tugging around you before she throws them off. A groaned ‘holy fuck’ floats across the room. Joel is loving this more than the two of you.

She settles herself between your thighs, her warm breath hitting your clit, causing it to twitch. She stares up at you as you writhe underneath her, your eyes clamped shut. “Look at me,” she says, voice husky.

You peel your eyes open, they flick to Joel and then settle on her. The bedside lamp casts warm lighting across her face. She’s truly quite beautiful and you can’t help but notice the similarities between her and Joel. Deep brown hair, and warm amber-coloured eyes, she licks her plush lips before teasing your clit with the tip of her tongue. Pleasure courses through your body and your hips buck forward involuntarily.

“Sssh,” she hushes you gently, and one of her forearms comes to rest across your pelvis. “Do you like that?”

“Y-yes,” you coo, “again. Please.”

“Mmmm,” she hums, teasing you again before adding, “such good manners.”

Little sparks fizzle across your whole body at her gentle caresses. So different from when Joel devours you. Her arm is slender and soft against your belly, no facial hair to tickle your inner thighs. You moan her name, hands tangling in the sheets as that ache builds.

“You gonna cum for her, Little Dove?” Joel’s voice is deep and thick with arousal. Your eyes flick back to him, he looks dangerous sitting in the dark like you’re the prey, which is exactly how you like it when it comes to Joel. The tongue between your legs stops and you cry out at the loss, “No, please.”

She’s quickly up to be inline with you, one hand gripping your face under your chin, squeezing your cheeks slightly. You moan, yes being the prey is exactly how you like it.

“Don’t look at him. You’re mine,” she kisses you hard before pulling back and adding, “Do you understand?”

Joel's heavy breathing fills your ears and you can’t help but look at him. “Tsk, tsk,” she taunts and then turns to Joel.

“I think she needs to be taught a lesson. Is that ok with you?”

They’re wholly focused on each other, almost as if you aren’t even in the room. “My Little Dove will never learn,” he says, “what do you have in mind?”

She glances back at you with a mischievous grin, “Come sit behind her and hold her down.”

Joel stands, adjusting himself in his jeans as he walks over. The bed dips under his weight, he props a few pillows against the headboard before hooking his arms under you and pulling you flush against his chest. His hard cock throbbing against your lower back.

She laughs at you, “can’t see him now. Can you?”

You shake your head. “Answer your mistress, Little Dove,” Joel whispers in your ear in quiet demands.

“N-no mistress,” you whisper.

“That’s better,” she says, nails tickling your inner thighs. “Open your legs, he’s going to hold you open for me and I’m not stopping until you beg.”

You swallow hard, Joel’s cock jumps before he reaches for your legs, strong hands wrapping around the back of your thighs, pulling them towards your chest and encouraging you to open more. She dives in with much more hunger this time, lapping at your clit.

You throw your head back to rest on Joel’s shoulder. “Oh fuuuck, don’t stop.”

She doesn’t listen, stopping abruptly and laying a quick slap on your inner thigh. Joel hisses in your ear and your eyes widen in shock and arousal. “Watch your mouth,” she says in a dark, commanding tone that you didn’t think a sweet looking woman like her was capable of.

“Sorry, mistress.” The heat from her slap travels up your thigh to your pussy and it clenches around nothing. “Felt s’good,” you whine.

“No swearing,” two of her fingers tease your entrance. “Good girls don’t say words like fuck,” her fingers slide into you and you bite your lip hard to stop from swearing and yelling and moaning.

“Say yes mistress,” she taunts, curling her fingers forward.

Joel’s strong arms hold you down, you’re completely at her mercy. “Ye - oh god - y-y-yes mistress.”

“Do you wanna cum, baby?” Joel whispers as she continues teasing you, bringing the tip of her tongue to tickle your clit again.

“Mmm-hmm,” you moan, turning your head to nuzzle into Joel’s neck. And your body tenses up into his grip.

“Ask her nicely,” he says.

“Mistress, fuuu-, can I cum?” It comes out in a high-pitched moan, you’re clenching so hard to not cum, teetering right on the edge.

“Only if you scream my name while you do it,” she says in her demanding tone, working her fingers inside you faster.

Joel’s thumbs rub little circles on your legs and after you relax into him you release. Pinned by Joel the orgasm runs through you hard and fast, and it’s over too soon, but she keeps going. That familiar tingle builds quickly again and before you’ve caught your breath you cum again, screaming her name over and over as you cum on her hand and mouth.

She sucks your clit into her mouth. Stars start to light up in your vision, muscles start to hurt from how badly you’re shaking. As you start to cum again it all starts to feel like too much. “Stop. Stop. Please!” You beg.

She releases your clit with a pop and slows her fingers. “Look at me sweet girl,” she coos. She smiles at you gently when you make eye contact, it's almost like looking at a completely different person from the woman who slapped your inner thigh just minutes ago, “Do you actually want me to stop.”

“Yes, sorry. But yes.” You say, gasping for breath.

She slides her fingers out and Joel releases your legs. They whisper to one another and Joel slides himself out from behind you and heads back to his chair. She pulls you into her arms, head resting on her soft breasts. No wonder Joel likes to cuddle up to you like this, it’s warm and inviting. You can hear her heart beating softly as she plays with your hair with one hand. The other draws little circles up and down the arm you’ve draped across her.

It’s silent for a while before you start to giggle.

“What’s so funny, Little Dove?” Joel’s voice is light. He’s used to this part when you come down from the high and have a feeling of comfort and elation. It might be his favourite part, especially now that he’s seeing it happening from the outside. Your cheeks are pink, and your hair is disheveled, but there’s a big happy grin on your face.

“Fuck. That was….” You trail off, looking up into her brown eyes. “Well, that was amazing.”

“Good,” she cranes her neck to kiss you lightly.

“Umm, can I?” You ask, hand trailing down her body and stopping just above the slit of her pussy. You pout out your bottom lip at her, eyes turned soft and pleading.

“Christ, lover boy.” She says to Joel but doesn’t break eye contact with you, “How do you ever say no to this sweet girl?”

Joel chuckles from the corner. “I don’t.”

You take her sly smile as a silent yes and climb on top of her, taking one of her nipples in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it while you use your knee to nudge her legs apart. Kneeling between her parted thighs you kiss across her chest to her other nipple, cupping her breast in your hands and massaging them gently.

Hearing her little moans leave her lips is intoxicating. When Joel moans it’s usually deep and from his chest, but she’s so pliant to you right now, sweet, little high-pitched whimpers leaving her parted lips.

You kiss down her body, gently nipping at her hip bone, a small squeak of surprise fills the room. You kiss the sore spot gently and settle yourself between her legs. Now that you’re this close to her pussy you are almost unsure of yourself. You swallow the lump building in your throat. Joel can see you hesitating.

“Taste her, Little Dove,” he whispers. “Just place a long lick from the bottom to the top. Go slowly.”

You place your tongue flat near the entrance and slowly slide your tongue up. She tastes amazing. Sweet with a hint of saltiness, she gasps and twitches as you hit certain spots.

“Did you feel that, baby?” Joel asks.

You nod your head and repeat the same lick, mapping out the spots that drive her wild. Once you have them figured out Joel speaks up again, “Good girl. Use the tip of your tongue and put more pressure on those spots. Swirl your tongue around them. Figure out what makes her twitch.”

“Fuck this is so hot,” she whimpers as you follow Joel’s instructions.

You swirl your tongue around her hardening clit, before lapping up the fresh wave of her arousal, moaning at the taste of her. She’s shifting underneath you, one of her hands tangling in your hair.

“Tease her with your fingers, Little Dove. Slide one in, just a little while you lick her.”

“Yesyesyes” she chants, breaths coming in quickly. The way her breasts rise and fall causes a throb in between your legs. You thought you were orgasmed out but she looks incredible. You slide your middle finger in, stopping at the first knuckle, curling it forward. She cries out, you aren’t ready for her to cum yet so you pull your tongue away and place little kisses around her mound, carefully avoiding the sensitive spots as you explore her more with your finger.

“You’re so tight. Do you want me to use two?” You ask, sliding your finger in all the way. If you were Joel, you’d never want to be anywhere else than in between your legs. He was right, this is a feeling that can’t be described. There’s an almost overwhelming sense of power once you’ve figured out what they like and have relaxed enough to enjoy it.

“Please. Oh god - yes please.” She’s almost mumbling the words between moans and when you slide your ring finger in with the middle her legs start to shake.

“You gonna cum?” You ask, kitten licking at her clit.

“Don’t stop,” she whines. You curl your fingers again hearing the squelching of how wet you’ve made her and then suck her hard little clit into your mouth. She calls your name out to the room, “Yes yes. Just like that. Fuuuuuck.”

You can feel her cunt tightening around your fingers. “Stay at the pace, Little Dove. You’re doing so well.” Joel’s voice seems thicker and you wonder if he’s touching himself, but you keep your focus on her. She looks like a goddess in the dim lighting of the room, head thrown back and mouth open, calling out your name through her moans. You feel the wetness between your thighs growing.

“I’m gonna cum,” she cries before you feel her pussy spasm around your fingers. You keep your pace the same, curling your fingers forward and tracing the edges of her pulsing clit. You’ll go until she says to stop, even if your jaw is starting to cramp. You feel drunk watching her, this is so much better than you could have imagined.

“Ride me,” she says, squirming out of your grasp. She straightens one leg and you crawl up, straddling yourself around her raised leg, hooking her knee in your arm across your body. The wetness between the two of you is magical, sliding your clits against each other.

You can see Joel now, he shifts in the chair as he removes his jeans, freeing his cock from his boxers. He spits in his palm and starts to stroke himself in time with the two of you.

“Does that feel good?” She asks, bringing your eyes back to her.

You nod, biting your bottom lip as the tension behind your belly button starts to build. You grind your hips in slow circles as she moves back and forth, both of you growing wetter.

“God your pussy feels so good against mine,” you moan between her gasps. “You’re making such a mess.”

She wraps her hands around your hips and pushes you down onto her hard, grinding into you faster as both of you start to breathe heavier. “Don’t fuck stop,” she whines.

“So needy. This little pussy,” you say. You’re not entirely sure what’s come over you, Joel’s ragged breaths from his chair fill you with encouragement, he loves hearing you talk dirty to her. “Wanna cum all over your tight cunt.”

You hear Joel’s breathing jump, glancing over to see him spilling into his hand. The tension in your stomach snaps, and you look back at her as the two of you cum together, grinding sloppily. The sounds of your wet pussy’s rubbing together and your moans and squeals are the only thing you can hear.

You both ride it out together, you feel like you’ve been cumming for hours by the time it slows. Both of you calming your movements. You kiss her kneecap before falling to the bed beside her, the two of you gasping for breath. Joel sits quietly, smiling over at you.

“Fuck,” she says after a few minutes of silence. “Are you sure you aren’t a lesbian?”

You and Joel both laugh. “I think it’s safe to say that my Little Dove is bisexual.”

You giggle to the ceiling and then look towards her, “I think it’s safe to say that I’m only straight for Joel Miller.”

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djuvlipen · 10 months

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It's so hard being a Romani lesbian. It feels contradictory at best, unthinkable at worst. You are raised with the explicit goal to become a wife and to have children one day. I can't remember the first time my mother talked to me about marriage, but I remember being around 6 and being told that I will have a wedding one day, that it will be the most important day of my life and that I would make my family so happy. Growing up I'd constantly, almost daily hear about having children and having a boyfriend and getting married some day. It was always one of the most important topics of conversation. Your relatives - even your female relatives - don't seem to think you can make decisions by yourself, for yourself. Everything you wear, everything you say, everything you do is about appealing to men. When I was 5 I asked my mom if I could wear a dress to go outside because it was very sunny and she just told me I wanted to dress that way because I was in love with the male friend that I had. If you want to wear jewellery, if you wear "revealing clothes", that means you want to flirt with a man. This is not even an inconscious, internalized mindset: it is very overt and I was explicitly told that anything I did was because I was in love with a man - a classmate, a friend, a neighbour, an adult family friend (yes, even if I was 8), a male relative. I felt disgusting anytime I wanted to dress the way I wanted because I felt I was inviting men to have sexual thoughts about me.

As a Romani little girl you are groomed to accept relationships with men, especially older men. When I was about 8, my then 15yo sister invited me to her bedroom and showed me condoms and told me that I would need them one day. When we were 12, my female cousins all had boyfriends. My female cousins usually got their first serious relationship at 14-15yo. Two of my cousins had their first kid before they turned 17 (one was with a 28yo man). And this is seen as normal and you're weird for criticizing them. Any heterosexual intercourse is seen as good, as a positive value. The majority of my Romani female relatives sided against another relative of ours who had been raped by her stepfather. My mother and my sister also sided with my abuser and told me that I was being unfairly mean to him because he is my stepfather and I should be nicer, actually.

When I was 12, I had never had a boyfriend. All my other relatives, both male and female, started piling on me. We had family gatherings almost every couple of weeks, and the conversation would always somehow land on me. I was told I was weird, I was a dyke, I was probably a lesbian, my mother usually said she didn't want me to be some ugly dyke but she would also say that I was so mean to her for not coming out to her. This was discussed among my relatives while I was in the room. My mother usually pressured me every couple of nights to tell her if I was a "dyke". Because even though my group doesn't practice child marriages anymore, it's still the norm for Romani girls to be in serious relationship with (older) men when they are in middle school, and you are the weird one for not fitting that norm.

When gay marriage was being debated in my country, I was in middle school and my mother's favourite joke was about a gay teenager committing suicide. It was a joke made by a stand-up comedian and she would listen to it once in a while when driving me to school.

And I am so lucky because my family isn't even very traditional. They aren't even religious. Most Roma are very intense about religion. In my country, there are a lot of Evangelical Christian Roma, who told me that lesbian Roma should be murdered, should be ousted, that gay Romani teenager should be beaten by their parents, should be thrown on the street, that lesbian Romani Holocaust survivors should have been killed. All under the guise of "culture". Because a lot of those people have a "let it be" attitude when it comes to non-Romani LGBT people, but they don't extend that attitude to their own kids.

And then I talk to antiracist and "progressive" Romani activists, usually male, usually straight, who tell me that "being Romani is about being raised with Romani culture and embracing and respecting that culture", but what does that mean for LGB Roma who are constantly being bullied and abused by their own family and community? Heterosexuality lies at the core of Romani culture and LGB Roma won't be free until we start challenging religions and the patriarchal and homophobic bias engraved in Romani culture

#roma #lesbian tag #homophobia #rape tw #incest tw #i fucking hate those evangelical christians lol #original post

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starrclownshazbinblog · 3 months

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I was sitting in a box when I realized something. I've given you guys GENERAL facts about my Hazbin Rewrite, but have I given you STRICTLY angst facts? Sad depressing facts about these characters? I have not. Good thing I have angst to spare.

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Angsty, Sad facts about my rewrite for Character purposes, general information, or because I want your day to be a little worse than it was.

TRIGGERWARNING: DEATH, RACISM, SEXUAL ASSULT, GROSS TOPICS IN GENERAL. PLEASE BE WARNED!!

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Angel's wife died in child birth. She wasn't a main priority condensending she's a POC like Angel. The baby managed to survive but Angel developed depression after that instance.

Nifty's parents were never able to have a proper funeral for their daughter. When Nifty was pushed into the fire, her husband's mistress ran out of the home, leaving Nifty's body burning. She was so unrecognizable and burnt that he parents couldn't have a funeral. (I kinda just spoiled why Nifty's in hell didn't I?)

Arakaniss was the one to mess up Angel's eye. Angel holds some resentment over this but not as much as he rightfully should. Arakaniss still makes himself suffer for it.

Angel almost killed Alastor when they fought. He's the reason Alastor has that scar at the base of his neck.

Valentino gets... handsy with Vox, even more when he's drunk. It's never gotten super far but he's definitely had to be pushed off. Vox refuses to call himself a victim. (He is.)

Angel has alot internalized homophobia. Like alot.

Valerie's crack on her head is from her ex boyfriend smashing her head into the counter, affectively killing her.

Valerie's parents are kinda homophobic. Not viciously homophobic, juts passively homophobic. Valerie ended up in a relationship with a man even though she's a lesbian because she didn't want her family to disown her.

Lucifer kicked Charlie out and claimed to disown her. Lilith was the one to gift Charlie the Hotel so she could achieve her dream.

Cherrie Bomb was absolutely terrified when she showed up in Hell. This terror and confusion lead to her almost being murdered by a exterminator. Good thing Angel was there.

Cherrie was heavily abused and neglected by her parents growing up.

Angel kinda lost himself after his daughter died.

Madame Pentious was harassed and fun of when she was alive for being "ugly." She's never really been treated well.

Husk is someone who is passively suicidal. He isn't going out of his way to off himself in his afterlife but if Alastor snaps or a exterminator happens to catch him then he won't do much to fight back.

Cherrie actually gets really upset she can't hear well.

Valerie will do anything and everything to make sure Charlie is happy. Valerie has been treated so bad that she thinks "I'm nothing without you. I have to do everything right cause what am I without you."

Arakaniss and Molly we're the one to find Angel's body. They died shortly after him. They don't like to talk about it.

Husk will let you treat him like a punching bag.

Nifty has undiagnosed Adhd. She also doesn't know she has Adhd. This leads her to breaking down at times because she doesn't understand what's wrong with her and why she can't just be normal.

Alastor's parents died extremely young. Being a orphaned black child that inspired to be in a white dominated job lead to much harrasment and troubles. Over coming this harasment and being successful is one of Alastor's greatest achievements. This is where his ego stems from.

Angel, Alastor, Nifty, Valerie, Arakaniss, Molly and Velvette have all been harassed for their race.

Angel used to be like Cherrie in the worst way. Arackaniss is really bad at showing his love and appreciation so this lead to unintentional harshness he showed on Angel. Angel strived for YEARS to make Arakaniss proud. Cherrie is like this currently. Angel is trying to change this mindset because he knows how exhausting it is.

Husk was abused by alot of people in his life.

Husk being transgender has caused him problems when it comes to dating. Men see him as a woman, Woman see him as a woman. Sexual relationships are even worse.

Valerie used to self harm alot. She still has these scars on her arms. (Charlie tries to put bandaids on them not understanding that she's not actually in pain.)

Angel isn't someone who relies on drugs. He's more of a passive drug addict. He only resorts to drugs when things get tough or if he's in his own head to long. This developed after the death of his wife but got worse when his daughter died.

Isabella, Angel's daughter, died even younger than Nifty. She was somewhere in her teens. She's not in hell. She's all alone in heaven.

Henroin (Angel's dad), died before Isabella. He doesn't know how Isabella died or when she died.

Henroin, Arackaniss, and Molly don't actually know where Angel is. A Lil bit of a lore dump: After Angel became a overlord, he doesn't go out barely at all. He doesn't go to meetings ND he doesn't show his face. He only goes out for personal meetings or when he needs too. Most people don't know who he is or what he looks like, like the spider family. The spider family also keeps a low profile considering they are a actual mafia. Both sides are actively looking for wach other.

Henroin doesn't know Arackaniss is the one that messed up Angel's eye, Angel never told him.

I have more but I feel like this is enough. Why I decide to write these I don't know, just felt like I needed to take these characters and be them down emotionally.

Asks are always open, art is always here, have a good time :)

- ⭐️StarClown⭐️

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rimunagenius · 1 month

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Wish You Were Gay

ღ Pairing: Josette Maskin x AFAB!Straight!reader

ღ Word Count: 2k Words

ღ Warnings: RPF!! angst, hardcore pining (jojo obv), internalized homophobia, unrequited love, crippling jealousy, both preferred pronouns are used for Josette in this fic!

ღ a/n: This is based off Billie Eilish’s song ‘wish you were gay’ and I feel like i actually became a fucken poet with this. I’m sorry for the amount of therapy bills imma have to pay after this really sad fic…but also i feel like this is the perfect pining and unrequited love trope song that billie wrote imo.

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ღ "Baby, I don't feel so good", six words you never understood

"I'll never let you go", five words you'll never say

Jo had this reacurring dream that you'd be here. In her bed. With her. Happy.

Everytime, you'd look to her and smile. Your one dimple on your left cheek more prominent as you layed on her chest. She'd stroke your hair, a matching smile plastered on their soft pink lips.

Josette would then say how they wished they could stay like this forever. You and her. Together. Finally happy. You'd smile, cheeks warming a soft pink, before your arms wrapped tighter around her waist, legs tangling together creating a perfectly entangled mess.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll never let you go."

That's usually where the dream ends. Waking up to cold sheets, no you by her side. Poorly dimmed room setting the precedent that her life feels just a little more empty without that part of you in it.

ღ I laugh along like nothing's wrong, four days has never felt so long

If three's a crowd and two was us, one slipped away

"Bye, you'd guys would make a cute little old lesbian couple!" Katie laughed as she watched you and Jo bickering over something so tiny. Naomi nodding their head in agreement, a small chuckle escaping their lips.

You laughed, a weird feeling settling in your stomach. You'd never even looked at Jo that way. So why would others think the opposite of you? You had a boyfriend.

Jo had noticed the look you gave her. Your joking and feigned annoyance over the small tussle, now shutting down the unserious side of you. It was because Katie had made a lesbian joke when you were straight, right?

Could you never think of her in such a way that when a joke is made, you get uncomfortable? Jo didn't want to over analyze so they laughed, albeit it was dry and short. A small pang in her chest, she wiped the tip of her nose, taking a deep breath and started to scroll on her phone.

She only had a day and a couple hours left to endure of this painful 4-day getaway friends trip. They just wanted it to be over.

ღ I just wanna make you feel okay

But all you do is look the other way

"Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay, baby?" Baby. She knew she should stop calling you that. That's something she's only ever heard him call you. Nicknames like that weren't reserverad for someone like her in your life.

"I'm okay, I could just really use a hug right now." You sighed, tears starting to well up in your eyes as you wrapped your arms around her neck, her arms finding place on your waist.

"What do you need? Let me make you feel better, yeah?" Josette pulled away from you, her arms going from either side of your upper arms, to lifting your chin so you could see her. So she could look you in your pained eyes once, to see that she never wanted them to look that way again.

"Hey, you called me?" Jo recognized his voice anywhere. Your boyfriend. Of course. She should have known he'd be the first one you called. They should have known that whatever was bothering you, whoever made you cry, what ever you were struggling with, the burden was yours to carry and his to help.

How naive of Jo to think that maybe this once, you'd actually want her. Need her, to help you.

ღ I can't tell you how much I wish I didn't wanna stay

I just kinda wish you were gay

The more Jo had thought about yours and hers relationship, the more she thought about just up and leaving. She hates to admit that she spent a good amount of time every now and then wondering what her life would be like without you in it.

She knew what she felt was real, she knew you wouldn't ever give her a shot. The friendship was great. Blissful. But what could she possibly stay for if whenever she was around you, the crippling feeling of longing and yearning to feel you and know you completely; all of you, was something so impossible?

The way she felt...the way she wanted you to love her. It was so strong that she prayed that you'd soon realize that maybe he wasn't the right man for you and what you needed was her. A woman.

She wished you were gay. She wished it was her you longed to be with. To feel their skin. To know them so deeply and romantically that whatever you did, you did it because you loved them. Not him.

It was wrong. It was wrong that she wished your healthy relationship that made you happy, would crash and burn like her mind, heart and soul, whenever you walked into a room. How she prayed for impending doom on two happy people so she could be the one to make you happy. It was selfish. It was wrong.

You weren't gay, but god, she wished you were.

ღ Is there a reason we're not through?

Is there a 12-step just for you?

Our conversation's all in blue

11 "heys"

Ten fingers tearin' out my hair

Nine times, you never made it there

I ate alone at seven, you were six minutes away

Josette knew the only thing holding this friendship together was her. She didn't have to stay, have to be here. She didn't need to make herself feel this way.

You had him. You spent most of your time with him, most of your guys' plans cancelled or postponed because he needed something.

As a silent lover, she watched as you made time for him. Showed up for him. Yeah, you showed up for Jo too, but never with as much love and passion as you had for him. You did actually, but just not the kind that Josette wanted. You chose him. She just wished you chose her instead.

This was no different. You had plans to meet up for lunch. This nice cafe, in the middle of both your residing areas and it was all going to happen at 2. Soon, the first five minute of waiting turned into 15. Then to 30. Multiple messages sent to you waiting for an ETA.

You responded in seconds with a short response of a emergency on his side of the family. Jo sighed, the dull and aching feeling rising in her chest again.

They had to stop thinking swooping you away from him was going to change the fact that you weren't into girls. Jo had known you caught on.

Maybe this was her punishment: All the forced proximity and trying to change something already set in stone, was rejection by the one person she sought acception from. This was you pushing her away. God how could she be so stupid.

Jo was never going to change your mind, maybe this was the only way you could tell her without breaking her heart. Letting her eat alone...be alone.

ღ How am I supposed to make you feel okay

When all you do is walk the other way?

I can't tell you how much I wish I didn't wanna stay

I just kinda wish you were gay

When you started having problems with him, Jo heard about it. To Jo, it seemed that she was only here for you when he wasn’t. That wasn’t even true. It’s just the way her mind chose to see it, to be able to cope with the rejection she took in an absolute way.

She shouldn’t have let these feelings get in the way. She was setting herself up.

Josette couldn’t fathom loving anyone else with her whole being. It’d take a nuclear act of god to get her to stop her life from circling around you. The purgatory that was loving you when you couldn’t love her the way she wanted you to, was something she’d take over anyone else. The constant suffering was worth it.

You always ran to him for your romantic needs. But Jo’s heart had always ran back to you. She knew you knew. You just know she could never act on it without you setting up a block. So you did it all the time when you were around her.

Maybe in another universe or lifetime, she’d get to have you and experience different parts of you the way he did.

ღ To spare my pride

To give your lack of interest, an explanation

Don't say I'm not your type

Just say that I'm not your preferred sexual orientation

You may have looked at your boyfriend with heart eyes and the most romantic, endearment and adoration and with Josette, you looked at her the same.

Platonically binded by both your caring souls, like mindedness, and mutual interests. She was your soulmate in bestfriend form. You had certainly thought that if you had liked girls, or if Jo had been a boy, you’d love to love her in more ways than one.

But she wasn’t. Something about you two, together in this lifetime, was something that felt wrong. She was always meant to be your bestfriend. Nothing more. Josette had understood that.

She understood that it’s something you had grown up to understand was something that wasn’t socially accepted, atleast by your family. So she understood why you couldn’t pursue something romantic together.

She felt that maybe you did love her, maybe even felt the attraction, but she just wasn’t a man. The idea was unsettling to swallow at first—but it appeased her brain to know that it could happen…if the circumstances were different.

ღ I'm so selfish

But you make me feel helpless, yeah

And I can't stand another day

Stand another day

The longing was weighing down. The burden of carrying such a strong but passionate love for someone who couldn’t physically return it was starting to fuck with Jo.

She knew it was selfish to pray that you’d change your mind about your sexual orientation. To pray that you have always been that way but wanted to hide it. She prayed for any possibility that’d allow you to love her how she wished you did.

But she knew it’d never work. No matter what she said or did, nothing was going to change your mind.

She knew that; they couldn’t stand this anymore. It was becoming too much for her. The attachment and attraction blossomed more than she could’ve imagined. She needed to stop. Needed to forget you. Needed someone else.

But she couldn’t do that to you. Her body and soul couldn’t allow it. She couldn’t stand to breathe the same air as you if you weren’t breathing it together. How could she form a new connection and love someone so deeply when every part of her had already belonged to you.

Together. Together. Together. It’s all she’s ever wanted.

ღ I just wanna make you feel okay

But all you do is look the other way, hmm

I can't tell you how much I wish I didn't wanna stay

I just kinda wish you were gay

It was on her face, in her eyes, everytime they looked at you. You couldn’t bare seeing Jo in it so deeply and you couldn’t return it. You never wanted someone to break Jo’s heart.

It just never occurred to you that you were the one doing it. Everytime they looked at you, they always thought the same thing.

“I just wish you were gay”

Repeated like a never ending song in her brain. Everytime she was with you, she wanted to confess the feelings that she’s been carrying ever since you guys met. It was overwhelming and heartbreaking but a privilege.

Jo would rather you break her heart a little more everyday than anyone at all. She’d settle for the possibility of her possibly being able to change your mind about girls than forget the way you made every inch of her feel.

To feel love in the most absolute way. It was a privilege to love someone like you. So it was either she had to repeat the mantra in her mind and just go on about their day, pretending everything was fine, or not have you at all. She’d choose the first one everytime.

Cause she knew…in another life, you two would have it all. You be running to her. For anything. Whether it was for comfort or romantic endeavors. She’d be the one you’d choose.

You two would be together.

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wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart · 9 months

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AITA (M, 20) for not supporting my best friend and roommate's (M, 21) new relationship?

-> Day 3: Fake Dating. I know that robin is a lesbian okay

I and my best friend have known each other since forever. Our relationship had a bit of a rocky start (he used to bully me, then he started dating this girl (20, F), then I punched him in the face, me and his girlfriend started getting closer and we ended up kinda cheating while on a roadtrip together (though their relationship was already falling apart anyway), she broke up with him and we got together, the three of us spent lots of time together because we had no one else, and a whole bunch of more stuff. But we worked through it.)

We both were raised in a small conservative town - which, as two bi people, was not exactly fun. He didn't even know that you could like more than one gender, and I denied this part of myself for the longest time due to being in a m/f relationship.

My (or I guess our?) ex is super smart and got into a great university far away. The plan had been for me to go with her, but I was rejected and also didn't want to live so far away from my siblings (M, 16 & F, 15). So me, my best friend, and his other best friend (F, 19) moved in together to go to another uni. Well my best friend started dating his other best friend. Like, they already used to be extremely close, but now they are touching ALL THE TIME. And she keeps whispering stuff into his ear. And they only have eyes for each other. And are all giggly the whole time. And I feel...bad. I really though I was over the internalized biphobia. Just because he is in a m/f relationship doesn't mean he is any less queer or betraying me or anything. And now I feel doubly bad because even though I know that, it doesn't stop me from feeling this way. It is just a really fucking bad situation overall. Can anyone please help me?

nosyb!tch

Can you please elaborate on the whole ex-girlfriend thing?? Wtf??!?!

photojraphy

I don't think that that particular aspect is needed to better understand my current situation. Although I must commend you for your rather accurate username.

ifyoureadthisyouareGAY

Hey. Not to be that guy. But like....did you ever consider that maybe there is another reason why you may be upset about your bf being in a relationship?

photojraphy

No.

thebestlesbean

omg u/greathairington u/greathairington u/greathairington I TOLD YOU IT WOULD FUCKING WORK GAY FANFICTION HAS NEVER LET ME DOWN

greathairington

what the fuck jon robin is literally a lesbian?!?!?!

photojraphy

what.

UPDATE: My best friend (now boyfriend!!) (M, 21) and HIS best friend (F, 19) were faking a relatonship. As it turns out, he had been into me the whole time and was by now desperate enough to agree when she had the grandiose idea to pretend to be together in order to make me jealous. This is the reason I never caught them kissing: she is a lesbian. I can't believe I didn't know that. I can't believe it actually worked. I can't believe that me punching him in the face was his bi awakening. At least this whole thing had a happy ending. I will now bury myself into a hole.

thebestlesbean

Don't let that mf fool you they are literally so disgusting rn

photojraphy

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Uff.....

#i know it in my soul that jonathan always ends his sentences with a . and you never know if he is being passive agressive #i have to admit i considered skipping this one because im not really a fan of this trope #but i am reasonably happy with what i came up with ^^#i hope the formatting is readable #also dont @ me i never actually used reddit #stonathan #steve harrington #robin buckley #jonathan byers #stranger things drabble #stonathanweek2023 #jon is the bi version of the gay dude that forgot straight ppl exist #you only like ONE gender??!!! but like.....LOOK AT HIM! AND AT HER!!

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𝕾𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖞 𝖒𝖔𝖒, you were a normal girl from Twisted Wonderland who lived with her mother and you dreamed of going to NRC... But that was impossible, you were a girl after all. But just one day you meet a beautiful girl, Yuuka, in Magicam, and she told you she was in NRC being a girl, this made you happy and confident that you someday will enter there ... But that wasn't all, you fell in love with Yuuka.

LESBIAN FEMALE READER / ANGST / MOTHER ISSUES / HOMOPHOBIC MOTHER

Note: To be honest... I really wanted to do this because it reminds me of some problems I had in the past, so I had more inspiration to write this.

Words: 1907 (sorry)

Once upon a time, in the enchanting realm of Twisted Wonderland, there lived a young girl, that yes, is you . You were an ordinary girl who resided with her loving mother in a humble cottage nestled in the outskirts of the magical world. You had always yearned to attend the illustrious Night Raven College (NRC), a school renowned for nurturing the most skilled and talented magic-users. However, a persistent obstacle stood in your path - you were a girl and only boys could enter NRC, after all, this school was only for boys no girl could be accepted.

Despite this, you refused to let go of your dreams. You would spend countless hours practicing your magical abilities in secret, hopeful that someday you could prove the world wrong and achieve the impossible. Your heart longed for acceptance and the chance to study magic at NRC.

To look for more information about Night Raven College, you frequented Magicam, a magical social media platform in Twisted Wonderland, and while browsing through posts and pictures, you stumbled upon an ethereal beauty named Yuuka. Her account didn't have photos or anything, but you found out about her appearance and name thanks to a post that a certain Cater had uploaded along with her. Thanks to Yuuka's tagging in different publications by Cater, Ace, Deuce and others, you reached out to her, never imagining that your fateful encounter would alter the course of your life forever.

You dared to send her a simple "hey" message, thinking that she was not going to answer, but after a couple of hours, at night she answered with a "Hello!". You weren't used to socializing but even so, you were encouraged enough to establish a conversation with her that lasted minutes. This was only the beginning, until they began to send audios, photos, videos... they could spend hours talking.

As you conversed, Yuuka confided in you, revealing that she was a girl attending NRC, despite not possessing magical powers, she didn't know exactly how she got there, but she was there after all. Your spirits soared, realizing that hope was not lost and that NRC could indeed be within your reach. Yuuka's courage and determination ignited a fire within you, emboldening you to chase your dreams fearlessly.

However, amidst the blossoming friendship and newfound hope, you discovered an even trickier hurdle on your path. Your heart, inexplicably and unreciprocally, fell deeply in love with Yuuka. As emotions bloomed within you, you found yourself ensnared within an internal struggle, for your mother held deeply ingrained homophobic beliefs.

You yearned for your mother's love and approval but feared the consequences of revealing your true self. You knew that your mother's disapproval would be a heavy burden to bear, potentially shattering their fragile bond forever. Thus, you choosed to bury you affection for Yuuka deep within your heart, locked away and hidden from prying eyes.

Days turned into weeks, and you and Yuuka's friendship flourished. While you continued to suppress your feelings, Yuuka remained oblivious to the love that silently bloomed within her dear friend's heart. Both of you nurtured each other's dreams, offering unwavering support, and shared in the joy and triumphs that life offered.

However, secrets can only be contained for so long before the walls begin to crumble. One evening, as fate would have it, your mother stumbled upon your cherished Magicam account, she had noticed something very strange about you -you were daydreaming, you smiled more than normal and you turned red when talking about love - that's why she wanted to know what it was about, and she thought that the best way to find out was to spy on your cell phone. This made her unaware of the unrequited love that thrived within her daughter's heart. Your heart pounded with fear as your mother's eyes scanned the screen, capturing every cherished moment and interaction you had shared with Yuuka.

Time seemed to hang suspended as you mother absorbed the truth. The air grew heavy with disappointment and confusion. Tears welled up in your eyes, knowing that the ground beneath you had shattered, and your world had forever changed in that moment.

You begged her to return your cell phone, but she angrily just took it from your hands and kept looking at what you had in other applications. Lots of photos of Yuuka with hearts, recordings with her, even in your notes app -as silly as you were (what you thought at that moment)- you wrote down everything you felt for Yuuka.

80% of your cell phone was Yuuka.

A solemn silence settled between you two, your mother looked into your eyes, she was angry, very angry, with tears in her eyes, tears of disappointment.

"Are you serious?"

You didn't answer

"Tell me you are not those weirdos who like people of the same gender" she said angrily

"I'm not mom.... She is just a friend" you answered still crying

"Shut up! You disgusting liar" she barked at you "Tell me truth, do you like this girl?" "Are you a lesbian?"

You didn't want to answer, you knew how bad it could be for your homophobic mother. Her reaction had been too much to take in,

you wanted to leave so badly but you couldn't. Your feet rooted on the ground unable to get any closer to her, the room felt smaller and smaller every second, the only thing that kept you from getting sucked into a hole was your mother's voice.

"Answer me" she barked again

you were trembling violently, tears dripping down your cheeks

"No mom."

Your words hung in the air like a heavy weight until you saw your mother's face change from one of fury to a look of sorrow and sadness

you could feel the heat from her body radiating as she slowly walked towards you, her heels clicking against the hard wooden floor of her apartment. Your heart began beating faster, it was so loud it made you nauseous

She crouched down infront of you, holding your shoulders and looking into your eyes.

It looked like she was trying to find something there, she was so confused, her thoughts running through her head as if they were a record, each thought a new one, new worries replacing the old ones. Finally, she spoke

"If you're going to lie to me then I have no choice but to ask you to leave this house" she spoke quietly

Her words made your stomach twist like a knife "What?" you asked. You wanted to hear her say it again, it seemed impossible to believe what you had heard

she shook her head in confusion "Leave! Now!"

"Mom..." you tried to speak calmly. Tears began streaming down your face again

She shook her head again "You will leave this home, right now, while you can. It would be wise if you did, you know how my neighbors can be. I am sure they will be interested in finding out if you really are queer"

"Mom.... please listen..... I don't think I am...." you lied again - you choked out your words between cries and hiccups. You were sobbing now "Please, you have got to understand..." you pleaded

"Listen to me little girl" she continued, her voice cold "I am done talking about this if you don't tell me the truth! You will never come back here again, ever!!" she yelled "Do you understand?!" she finished with rage.

You nodded quickly, "Ok mom I understand" you whispered, wiping your face with the palm of your hand to prevent more tears from falling. Then you grabbed your bags and left, the door slamming shut behind you.

"I can't believe.... I really can't believe...." you said still crying "I should never have fallen in love with her, never" you continued "I don't have a home now" you continued "neither a family, my mom hates me".... you couldn't even stand yourself, you felt so bad.

You looked at your cellphone, you wanted to text Yuuka about what happened but, why?, Now you felt like you were a disgusting person, a weirdo.

You couldn't react when you felt a carriage heading towards you, your mind went blank after that.

"Where I am?" you asked, It was all dark, you couldn't see anything and you didn't hear anything till...

You listed a girl calling your name, more than once, it sounded like she was happy but at the same time worried.

You were tired, you had just woken up and you felt like something bad might happen if you didn't find her soon. So you called out again and she answered this time, her voice so relieved and full of happiness. You answered back. Her voice sounded familiar to you somehow.... yes, it was Yuuka's voice

"YUUKA?" you screamed and she answered happy again. "What's going on?! Where are you?!" You asked, trying to look around for anything.

Then you saw it, a lot of people wearing ceremonial clothes were looking at you, including Yuuka.

"No way".... you said, forgetting the problem you just had with your mother "I'm in Night Raven College" you added with a wide smile.

The people were starting to talk to each other, they weren't talking about you yet or looking at you in any particular way but still...

Yuuka looked at you with her big bright eyes, tears were running down her cheeks and she nodded her head vigorously. She started walking toward you, as though she knew exactly where she was going. And then, there she stood before you, hugging you tightly. You could feel her arms shaking from being so much emotional.

She took a deep breath, wiping away her tears, "Sorry about this" she whispered "But I really need to do this". Then her mouth came crashing into yours. The kiss started out soft but you had been longing for this so long that you kissed back passionately, you didn't care about the other people or the teachers, even though you really wanted to enter NRC you also wanted to be with Yuuka. As she kissed you you felt like she belonged to you. She was warm and soft and smelled nice, not too strong but enough to make your heart beat faster. She felt right in your arms. Finally, after what seemed like years, you broke the kiss to catch your breath. You both giggled while looking at each other. You thought you would fall down to the ground from how lightheaded you felt. You smiled at her again, feeling so happy. This moment was perfect and nothing could ruin it. "Yuuka... what was that?" you asked blushed

She just giggled "I have fallen in love with you and I'm really so happy I can finally see you in person, and that you achieved your dreams... entering NRC" she replied looking at you with an excited smile, her big eyes sparkling. You hugged her and kissed her again and again. The two of you giggling like idiots until you heard someone "Honestly...Coming through the door of your own accord is virtually unheard off" was the headteacher "You gotta go see what color your soul is, then do your thing with miss Yuuka"

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #yuuka hirasaka #yuuka Hirasaka x reader

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Episode Three things I loved:

Bill and Frank. Obviously.

Old gays in general. Two gay men who get to grow old together and die together happily (As happy as you can be in the apocalypse).

Secret basement below the basement.

Bill's bunker. It's awesome.

Bill being Autistic for his entire screen time. Tell me that man isn't neurodivergent. I love him.

The fact Bill and Frank died together and it was lovely and they were happy instead of Bill finding Frank hanging like in the game. I'm glad they got to go together peacefully.

The gay coding with their words. 'A man who knows which wine to put with rabbit' 'I know I don't seem like the type' 'No, you do.' He read that motherfucker. 'Who's the girl' 'There is no girl' 'I know'

The piano scene. The fucking song throughout the ep. And the end as Joel and Ellie drive away. The open window. The message within the lyrics.

The cute little town.

Them bickering and being a married couple.

The meme-ability of Bill. 'The government ARE Nazis!' And 'You WHAT?' I need them as meme templates thanks.

Honestly that whole scene 'They ARE' 'They are NOW but they weren't THEN'

Bill's fucking Illuminati stuff. The hilarity of him staying alive because of his conspiracy theories.

Bill being a fucking badass tbh. The minute FEDRA leaves, just breaking into everywherr. Seeing him set up that town, having a full blown plan, setting up traps and building a goddamn generator, relaxing as he lets his traps take care of infected, just enjoying his steak and laughing. Knowing he does that a lot 'Gets me everytime'. Man's was made for this. He slayed tbh. That whole scene was so satisfying.

I was scared Frank was gonna use Bill, and he did at first, but then seeing him genuinely begin to love and care for him. Refusing to let Bill die when he got shot even though Bill told him Joel could care of him, wanting to marry Bill on his last day.

Honestly Frank just being sassy and dragging Bill lmao. 'We need friends babe. Sweetheart please you just sit in the basement all the time. You need a social life other than me, and for my own sanity, I need one too. So I've made a friend over the radio and you can't do anything about it. Now get me my paint'.

Tess being an AllyTM. Her and Frank being besties whilst their paranoid husbands scowl at each other.

Joel unable to say the word 'partner' for Bill and Frank lmao. You just adopted a lesbian. Honey, you've got a big storm coming.

I was hoping Ellie would get to meet Bill and he would tell her about Frank (Before going into the ep, based on the game) so she would have a nice little internal 'I'm not the only gay in the world thank god' moment. But I didn't mind since the whole episode was amazing.

The strawberry scene.

Bill apologising for getting older quicker but then it's Frank that needs the help later. My heart.

Frank and his paintings and beautiques.

Frank knowing Bill poured the pills into the wine bottle so he'd die too.

The marriage scene. Them exchanging rings. Having the same last meal and wine they had for their first meal together. Sitting next to each rather than across the table. A shot of the hole that Frank fell into, where they met. Sobbing. I love them.

They are the definition of 'In sickness and in health, till death do us part' and it hurt but it was some beautifully.

Knowing any Homophobic Gamer BoysTM were ripping their hair out at this episode.

It ripped my heart out but the fucking skeletons. The baby blanket and transition to seeing that baby and the mother. Knowing what happens. Hearing a mother comfort her kids and seeing a old lady and a whole community of families and knowing what happens to them.

All the fuck the government stuff. It feels like all the fucked up shit they did is so realistic and would happen.

The letter for Joel. 'Keep Tess safe'. And the symbolism of knowing there's at least one person (Ellie) worth saving. Worth living for. My heart.

Also, though. 'Hehehehe'

Ellie reading 'hehehehe'

The casualness of human bodies in the apocalypse. Periods actually referenced in an apocalypse show! Joel tossing Ellie some deodorant! Him being prepared to take care of a teenage daughger again! Ellie telling him he needs to shower (Also their banter). Ellie stocking her bag with toilet paper.

Joel making a small gravestone for Tess out of rocks from the river. That hurt.

Dad Joel coming out more and more each episode.

The forest scene. Joel giving his jacket to Ellie to sleep in so she wouldn't be cold. Him making sure she eats even if he doesn't.

Ellie roasting Joel. Joel roasting Ellie. 'Shit at shooting or life in general' Joel's continous 'offended but mostly confused I just got dragged by a 14 year old' face.

The arcade machine.

The repeat of the 'Anything bad?' 'Just you' joke.

Ellie being lowkey a psychopath again? The basement scene and her seeming to enjoy killing the infected dude.

Ellie being upset he stashes the massive gun. Because same.

The plane scene. Ellie's excitement all episode. Every question she asks. That's my Ellie.

Joel's dark humour. 'So did they'.

History Lesson With Joel.

Flour Zombies Confirmed. It's no longer Plants Vs Zombies, it's Plant Zombies.

The way he said the date of the outbreak, the subtle pain, and you can tell it's engraved because of that reason, as well as Sarah's death, and his birthday. I can't wait until Ellie finds out it was his birthday. And/Or about Sarah.

Contractor (?) Joel dragging Bill about his fences and using his KnowledgeTM to bait him into trading. Him being right.

Ellie's first time in a car. 'It's a spaceship'

'Women's shirts'. Joel really is thinking of her and it's nice to see he's used to taking care of a teenage girl and how he goes back into that role with ease. Him getting used to that again, even if begrudgingly at first.

Everytime Joel tells Ellie off. Dad Mode Joel Activated.

The fucking seat belt scene. Joel telling her to put her seatbelt on. The parallel of him saying that to Ellie like he did with Sarah. Him leaning over her and Ellie being completely comfortable with him doing so. Her not knowing what a seatbelt is.

Joel trying to get Ellie not to play music but then not letting her turn it off when he realises it's a song/artist he likes.

Joel warming up in the final shot when he likes the music. Ellie hating it. It's giving Dad Who Listens To Smooth Radio Whilst You Die Inside. I know because I've been there.

No school scene. Not introducing the bloater so soon. I'm glad we're building to that. Makes it seem much more impactful.

Basically the entire episode.

All I 'didn't like' (/Joking) was that they didn't hide literally everything in that house in the secret basement below the basement so raiders won't find anything when they come, so it'd still be there if they ever need to go back there. But that's just because I wouldn't be able to deal with it if that were me. I'd be making sure no one finds that shit. It's mine, and I'd go back for it when possible. Maybe. At some point. Hopefully. Or live there myself if I wasn't in Joel and Ellie's situation. I also wanna see Joel swinging upside-down from a chain at some point.

Joking aside, this episode is great. The show continues to not only meet my expectations, but exceed them. I can't take the fact that there's only nine episodes this season because I don't want it to end and I hope season two isn't about the second game, but for the show's later seasons to be about the years and adventures Joel and Ellie have together after the events of the first game, if season one meets the end of the first game. Because I love them and need more of this.

I'm so excited to see where this show goes. It has the perfect balance of sticking to the source material yet also doing new stuff that also surprises people who have played the game. I adore it.

#The Last Of Us #The Last Of Us Spoilers #TLOU #TLOU Spoilers #Joel Miller #Ellie Williams #Ellie Miller #Blil and Frank #Tess #Pedro Pascal #Bella Ramsey #Nick Offerman #Murray Bartlett #Anna Trov #I think this took an hour lmao #Worth it tho

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ratasum · 7 months

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Happy International Lesbian Day!

Figured it was high time I actually drew Leyya and Zojja having a soft moment, and what better time to do it than for today? Let's go, lesbians!

#gw2 fan submission #gw2 asura #gw2 oc #gw2 zojja #oc x canon #leyya and zojja #infiltrator leyya #bunny art

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ayyy-pee · 2 years

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On-Call

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Pairing: Shoko Ieiri x Female Reader

Summary: The rush of a hospital stops for no one.

Yet in the early morning hours, when it's just you and her within the four walls of the on-call room, time seems to stand still.

Genre: Hospital AU

Story Warning: Smut, Lesbian Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Scissoring, Slight Jealousy

“Eighteen hours down and we’ll be back again in ten!” Cheers your colleague, Haibara. He raises his pint of beer in the air before throwing it back, chugging it down within seconds.

“And you’ll be fired for showing up drunk if you don’t slow down,” your other colleague, Nanami chimes in.

“Aww, Kentoooooo,” Haibara whines. “Come on! Doctors deserve breaks, too!”

“Yes, breaks. Not alcoholic benders.” Nanami takes a sip of his own beer. The blonde didn’t seem the slightest bit drunk, but that wasn’t unusual. You’d seen Nanami knock back plenty of beers then calmly perform an emergency resuscitative thoracotomy in the ER just an hour later. He was serious, professional and it seemed he did almost nothing wrong. There was much to be admired when it came to Nanami.

Haibara on the other hand was a decent doctor. He was the opposite of Nanami - silly, optimistic and thoroughly enjoyed being a medical professional. They balanced each other well and their friendship made your days worth working.

You loved being able to go home at night and think about the lives you’d saved, the families who you made sigh with relief and happiness at the fact that their loved one would make it. They’d be surviving because of you and your friends. There was no better feeling.

But some days were harder than others. Being a doctor came with its fair share of misery. There were days when all you saw was exhaustion, suffering, families huddled together to say their final goodbyes as they watched the light fade from their loved ones eyes. Yes, some days were harder than others. And when those days were over, you found yourself in the bar surrounded by your friends for quick drinks before you all went your separate ways to power nap before doing it all over again.

You’re all in your second year of residency at Tokyo Jujutsu Medical Center. It’s been absolutely brutal; nothing compared to your intern year, but still intense. Your Chief Resident, Dr. Yaga – despite his assortment of cutesy panda pins – is a hard ass who never lets up. You know he’s hard on you all for a reason, but it still sucks to have someone breathing down your neck over how you placed a catheter or the way you entered your patient dosages. In the end though, you know you’ll be a better doctor because of it. You, Nanami, Haibara, Utahime…everyone you’d spent the last few years suffering with…you would all probably need intense therapy, but you’d be the best doctors.

Then there was her…

Your eyes roam over the shot glass ridden table all the way to the pretty woman across at the end of it, downing probably her twelfth shot of the night before wrapping her glossy lips around a cigarette and taking a drag.

She’s beautiful, with chocolate brown hair that spills around her shoulders and down her back. Her eyes are a similar shade of brown, sparkling despite the dim light of the bar.

Ieiri Shoko – the top dog at the hospital. She’s more than beautiful, if you were being honest. She’s stunning. In another world, you would have loved to be at the other end of the table going toe to toe with her, laughing and taking shots. But, you can’t. You know why. She knows why. It’s for the best that you keep your distance, no matter how difficult it is for you…and maybe for her.

Shoko is gorgeous, talented, insanely smart. And she’s way too cool to be hanging out with you all. You’re sure Satoru and Suguru are way more interesting, way better company. But, maybe she wanted a change of pace. She has been with those two idiots since med school.

Shoko is above you when it comes to rank at the hospital, so you’re not quite sure why the hell she decided to come out with you all when she’s got friends of her own. In fact, you’re not even sure who invited her, but if you had to guess, it’d be Haibara. He likes everyone.

The sharp sound of a pager’s beeping cuts through the joy at the table, the silence setting in immediately. Everyone reaches for their devices, sighing with relief when they see the page was not for them. You groan, throwing your head back as you stare at the tiny screen in your hand.

“Unlucky me.”

You slide the rest of your drink to Nanami who you’re sure will finish it and then drink another. “I have to be back in about five hours, so I’m heading to the hospital to crash in the on-call room,” you tell your friends. “See you all at rounds.”

Mostly everyone says their goodbyes and you head out of the bar, making the trek back to the hospital.

—---

In the way too early morning hours, your alarm blares next to you, pulling you from a dreamless sleep. When was the last time you’d dreamt? Every time you close your eyes to rest, you only see the back of your eyelids nowadays.

You sit up, stretching before you slide out of bed to head to the bathroom to shower and brush your teeth quickly. You’ll have just enough time to head down to the cafeteria and grab a coffee and muffin before you have to get to rounds. You just need to stick to your timeline.

When you emerge from the bathroom wrapped in your towel, you notice a woman’s form splayed out on the bed out of the corner of your eye. You briefly wonder how she got in here, stepping forward slowly before you realize you recognize her. That thick brown hair and those long slender legs are unmistakable as you approach her.

“Shoko, what are you doing here?” You ask quietly. You glance back to the on-call room door. It’s locked. You’re sure it was locked when you went to bed alone last night and yet Shoko is in here.

She hums as her deep brown eyes find yours. “I wanted to see you before rounds,” she says simply and you freeze for a moment.

“Did I do something wrong yesterday?” Your mind thinks back to your shift. You’d had a bit of difficulty intubating a patient, but ultimately got that taken care of when Nanami came to assist. As far as you knew, there was no issue. The patient was stable.

Shoko shakes her head. “No. Well, I mean you left the bar without so much as a wave in my direction, but no. I just wanted to see you.”

She sits up, crawling off of the bed to stand before you. It’s only then you finally notice she’s only in her bra and panties. Shoko brings her hands up to cup your cheeks, gently bringing her thumb down and running it across your bottom lip before she leans forward and presses a soft kiss to them. Her raspberry lip gloss and the slight taste of cigarettes on her lips assaults your senses and you’re drowning in her before you know it.

“I missed you yesterday,” she whispers between kisses. “I missed these lips,” another kiss. “I missed your taste,” another kiss. “I missed touching you,” another kiss.

You pull back. “Shoko, we can’t do this here. I have rounds soon. We don’t have ti-”

“I want you,” She tells you simply. “I watched you all night, laughing with Nanami, Haibara, everyone else but me. I wouldn’t usually care, you know that. But I hate that I can’t sit with you when we’re out with everyone else.”

A soft smile spreads across your lips. “Yeah, because someone can’t keep her hands to herself.” You see a bit of the sadness behind her tired eyes and you bring your own hands up to cup her cheeks. “Shoko, you know what would happen if anyone found out about us.”

“I know.”

She’s quiet for a moment and you see the wheels turning in her head, trying to find a way to reason with you. She’s not usually so emotional. Shoko is quiet, laid back and nonchalant with most things…but most things didn’t include you. For the past eight months, you’ve been doing exactly what you’re doing now. Meeting up in on-call rooms, sneaking to each other’s apartments when time permits, giving each other longing stares across the pediatric wing when you’re passing each other on your way to a patient’s room.

It’s hard keeping this quiet. And you know it’s as difficult on Shoko as it is on you. It’s only when it’s just the two of you, tangled under the sheets together that she lets you in, tells you how much she wants you and wishes she could hold your hand out in the open. Outside of this, she wears her mask. That’s just how Shoko is. She hides her emotions behind her sarcasm and laissez faire attitude. It’s easier for her that way.

So you give in when she gets needy like she is now, leaning forward and pressing your lips to hers softly. She opens her mouth to you, desperately pouring herself into the kiss and giving you all she can in this moment.

“I do have rounds soon, so we can talk about this more later. Right now, let’s just be together,” you tell her between needy, open mouthed kisses.

She nods, hooking her finger into your towel and pulling. The knot holding the wrap up comes loose and it falls to the floor in a pile around your feet. Shoko’s slender fingers find your waist, pulling you flush against her body and you both moan when you feel your skin touch.

You slide a hand up the back of Shoko’s neck, holding her still as you deepen the kiss before you move your hand up to run through her hair. She sighs and you take advantage, slipping your tongue into her mouth. Shoko runs her tongue along yours, moaning softly when your hand grips her hair between your fingers.

Quickly, you loop your other hand around Shoko’s back, fingers deftly finding the hooks of her bra and unclasping it. She shrugs the garment off before removing her hands from your waist to push her panties to the ground, never breaking the kiss. Her hands find your waist, pulling you back against her and you both moan again when you feel your breasts press together, your groins connecting.

Shoko breaks the kiss first, leaning back slightly to gaze at you. And you gaze at her. She’s the most beautiful person you’ve ever known. You’re convinced that there is no one on this earth prettier than Shoko at this moment and you want to show her.

You gently caress Shoko’s chin, guiding her mouth to yours to kiss her deeply. Shoko melts into you. It’s dizzying, the way this one kiss is turning into one, two, three long kisses. You feel the throbbing in your core begin to grow and you’re desperate to be touched and to touch her. You push softly against Shoko’s shoulders, slowly guiding her back towards the bed until you feel her sinking back into the plush mattress, her hand coming up to grab your wrist and pull you down on top of her.

"I can’t wait to feel you," Shoko comments, pulling back to look at you. You drink her expression in, pupils blown with arousal as she leans into another kiss and you return it fervently, gently caressing her waist. Your hand drifts down Shoko’s chest, cupping her breast in your hand and she whimpers, her own hands coming up to grasp your breasts. She takes each of your hardening nipples between her index fingers and thumbs and rolls the sensitive buds, pulling a sharp gasp from you.

Shoko’s lips find their way to your neck as she lets go of one of your nipples and slips a hand between you both, sliding further and further down until her fingers find your aching clit.

She moans when her fingers slip between your folds and she finds you practically dripping into her hand. You feel her lips curl against your neck with a smirk as she slowly begins rubbing circles.

“We’ve hardly done anything and you’re soaking wet, baby,” she murmurs against you before running her tongue up your neck, to your jaw where she leaves featherlight kisses that have you panting above her.

“I guess I missed you too,” you tell her as you lean forward, crashing your lips into hers. A light gasp escapes you as Shoko slips a finger into your dripping cunt, slowly moving it deeper and deeper with gentle, firm strokes. You match her pace with your own sways of your hips, rocking back and forth in time with Shoko’s movements, gasping and groaning above her as Shoko slips another finger inside.

You drag your hand down Shoko’s torso, smiling against her lips when she shivers and moans at your touch. You feel the soft curls of her pubes just above where your paradise awaits you and you can’t take it any longer.

You break the kiss, sliding your hand between Shoko’s legs to find her just as wet as you. Your fingers stroke her clit gently and you watch as Shoko’s head falls back, her lips parting in silent pleasure as she unconsciously bucks against your teasing touch. You gently press against her clit and Shoko gasps, her hips rocking forward against your fingers.

“You’re so cute like this,” Shoko tells you when she brings her head back up to look at you. She drinks in the sight of you– chest heaving, breasts bouncing, eyes glossed over with lust and she moans softly when she feels the way your walls clamp down on her.

You watch as Shoko rolls her hips into your hand, matching the speed in which you rock your own hips against hers. You can’t help the shiver that creeps up your spine when you feel her sink her fingers into you again and again, hitting your sweet spot.

It goes on and on like this for some time, the sounds of yours and Shoko’s mixed pants and breathing filling the air of the on-call room. You feel yourself growing closer and closer to your peak, but you don’t want to get there without Shoko.

“Let me feel you,” Shoko breathes right before kissing your lips, your neck, your breasts. You nod, lifting yourself off of Shoko’s body and biting back the whine that threatens to escape when you feel her digits leave you.

She slips her fingers between her lips, sucking your essence from them and your core tightens at the sight. She’s so fucking sexy without even trying. Shoko scoots back across the bed and spreads her legs. You gaze at her, the way her pussy glistens with her arousal in the dull light of the on-call room and again, you feel your walls flutter before you follow her lead.

Shoko grabs your leg, hoisting it over her own. You scoot towards each other slowly until you feel Shoko’s hot core press right against yours.

“You’re so warm, so wet,” she moans, pushing her hips towards yours. You both hum with contentment, a soft groan rushing past Shoko’s lips.

You grind your hips against Shoko’s and shiver, feeling the way your slick lets you slide smoothly against each other. You work against each other, clits rubbing against each other. Your head spins from the immense pleasure you’re feeling and you both have to bite your lips to hold in the loud moans and gasps threatening to spill from your mouths.

Shoko grabs onto your thigh, gripping tightly as she picks up the pace. You can feel the wetness pooling between you both, the squelching sound of your slick mixing joining your moans and breaths as you press against each other as closely as you physically can.

“Fuck, god, you’re so wet,” Shoko groans, brows furrowing together as her hips move against yours. Your eyes are glued to her chest, locked onto the way her breasts bounce with every movement. She’s so beautiful, with her pink cheeks and kiss swollen lips. You’re in awe of her beauty, of the way she so effortlessly holds your attention.

“I wish,” Shoko gasps, “I wish I could show everyone you’re mine.” She rolls her hips against yours, moaning at the friction as she continues. “I want everyone to know when we leave here for the night, we go home together. That we belong together.”

Shoko, so quiet usually, is quite the talker when she’s approaching her climax. She always rambles on and on about how much she hates the secrecy of your relationship. And you know it’s true. This is when she’s the most open with you.

“Me too, babe,” you tell her, panting as you press yourselves together harder and faster, chasing your release. And you reach it quickly when Shoko throws her head back, moaning as she whispers, “cum with me”.

And you work yourself faster and faster against her, fingers gripping the bed sheets as you both chase your high together. Just when you think you can’t take anymore, an explosion of delicious ecstasy shoots through your body. You and Shoko cry out as quietly as you can, both your hips bucking of their own accord as you ride out your orgasms together.

……..

You and Shoko untangle your sweaty, sticky limbs as you catch your breath. She kisses you sweetly, whispering how much she wants to be with you, how much she cares for you. She’s always like this afterwards.

A few minutes pass and she climbs out of the bed, heading to the bathroom to shower before she quickly rinses off and dresses. “Sorry to bolt, babe. I have to get to rounds as well. You should hurry and get ready before you’re late.”

You chuckle softly, sliding out of the bed and picking your towel up from its spot on the floor where you’d left it. “It’s your fault if I’m late, Shoko. I better not get in trouble.”

Shoko smiles, moving to give you another kiss as she slips on her white coat. “I hope you don’t. I’ll see you later.” She kisses you again, hard. The way she always does when she misses you more than usual and knows she’ll have to mask her feelings for a while.

You watch her leave before you make your way back into the bathroom for another shower.

……..

You’ve skipped breakfast. You don’t have time and you’re already running behind schedule thanks to your earlier escapades. Rounds started about fifteen minutes ago. You’re bolting up the stairs to the third floor where the orthopedics wing is and where your rounds are taking place this morning. The elevator took way too long. You couldn’t afford to wait and you curse yourself thinking about what a waste of time it was to shower twice. You’re already sweating again.

As you round the corner, you can see the rest of your colleagues are already with a patient. They’re all crowded around the patient’s bed in their hospital room when you arrive. The voice of your superior echoes as they review the patient’s history with the group. You slink to the back of the crowd as your superior drones on.

When they’re done, the room is quiet save for the beeping of the patient’s monitors and their breathing machine.

And then you hear your name called.

Your colleagues separate, parting right down the middle so you’re face to face with your superior and your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest. That luscious, long hair and those beautiful brown eyes with the beauty mark sitting atop her right cheek, just underneath her eye. She gives you a serious look, pursing those pretty, pretty lips she’s now reapplied her raspberry lip gloss to.

“You’re late, Doctor.,” she says sternly enough to fool the others, but not you. You know it’s all a facade. You recognize her mask is up, so you play along as you always do.

“I’m sorry, Dr. Ieiri,” you tell her, offering an apologetic smile. “It won’t happen again.”

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