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v3nusxsky · 9 months

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OMG YES PLEASE! Beauty Bar chapter 2! 🥺❤️

Pretty please? I don’t want to make a specific request, bc I really wanna see what you planned for it!

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*Authors note~ a long awaited part two for Bar Beauty, I love this so much and I hope you guys love it just as much as I do*

Triggers warnings~ KNIFE KINK (don't read If it isn't your thing) mistress kink, dom Leo sub r sex slave? R is a stripper sorry not sorry Humiliation degrading praise strap on, oral, sex toys, semi public sex blindfold kink biting kink? Breeding kink safe words

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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You were left to rock slightly until you naturally stopped. Then she lowered you to the sofa before scooping up your body and taking you into a private room. There she cleaned you up and got you food and water before sitting down to give you whatever physical attention you needed. The start of a beautiful relationship, bloomed from that one night at Happy Hours.

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From that night on, you became her submissive. She explained how she wasn't truly looking for anything but a way to blow off steam and that was fine for you. A recent rough break up meant you weren't ready to give your heart to another when you were still trying to undo what hurt you. With Leonora being in charge of one of the houses at her boarding school, she had long work hours, which is mainly where she'd call you too. The staff in charge of the houses had their own apartment next to the school but far enough away to provide them with privacy. They were staff not slaves. The contact she had you sign meant you'd be at her beck and call no matter what you were doing. Even your job would be put on hold if she desired you to. In fact your job was something Leo wasn't truly thrilled about but you had every right to strip as you weren't taken. You weren't hers.

At first she was content like that, simple encounters in her apartment and into her office, where you'd be knelt under her desk eating all her stress away or perhaps she would have you spread on her desk as she absolutely ruined your cunt with her cum filled strap on. Taunting you about how vocal you are, "god your such a whore, bet you want everyone out their to hear how good your mistress fucks you huh? I know you do. Nothing more than my little slutty slave." Truly, you look so innocent until she gets you in her office and your nothing more than a desperate whore. It's one of the many things she loves, no she likes, about you.

She let this whole song and dance go on for months, you'd be called to see her excited but anxious for what lay in store, and you'd leave covered in marks and bruises by her. She reminded you often, she did it to mark what was hers. You are hers even if you don't know it yet. Marking you before you would head to the club and strip for money. Again only adding to her point, you like to whore yourself out so you would need constant reminders of who you belong to. Little did she know, you would hide a few with makeup to appease your boss. And the ones that could be hidden by the little clothing that you wore was for your eyes and hers only.

The night it happened you were truly were having an awful night, your last client had gotten pretty handsy. Immediately making you uncomfortable resulting in him being thrown out spewing hateful words. It wasn't hidden that you were a lesbian who didn't mind stripping for males to look but touching was a no go. Practically a tease, apart from the women you'd allow back for a private session which would end up leaving you rather satisfied. Well before you met Leonora at happy hours. In fact you hadn't heard from your domains in a few days and you desperately wanted to get the fell of his hands off you. You had one last set to do before you could leave for the night, which meant you could find the best way to get rid of the feeling. Perhaps she'd call you tonight.

Half way through your set you noticed the fiery curls. The beat dropped allowing you to lean forward exposing more of your cleavage to the prying eyes, when you saw her piercing stormy eyes and you knew, that was how you'd be getting out of her safely. Shooting her a wink you continued and collect your tips before sauntering off the stage where she was waiting to drag you with her. Which she did and you truly had no complaints about it.

It's all hazy how she took you to one of the private back rooms, but you do remember the feeling of her slamming your back to the wall roughly as her lips made their home on your slender neck. A kind of animalistic growl sounded against your neck when she realised you'd covered her big purple mark that resided over your pulse point. Her pearly white teeth nipped at the sensitive skin just enough to give the pleasure mixed with pain that she knew you craved so much. "What a fucking whore, covering mistresses mark on you so those men out there think your a free agent" she growled, "you aren't. You're my slave, my fuck toy, my whore to use and abuse. And you'll remember that by the time I'm done with you."

"I'm sorry mistress, I'm yours please, whatever you need" you whimpered causing the red head to lash out and grab a fistful of your hair and drag you to the sofa in the room before she took her tie and wrapped it round your head to cover your eyes. "Oh I will, and you'll take everything I give you, no complaints. All I wanna hear is those slutty moans you do as I ruin you again and again" she murmured into your ear before nipping the lobe and shoving you away from her body so you lay flat on your back now.

You could hear every article of clothing she took off, drop to the floor with a thud. An innate whine left your being as you realised she'd be on full display now, however all it got you was a smack t the face, "quit your whining you little bitch, that's all you are is a dumb bitch in head that Mistress can use" tears pricked lay your covered eyes at her words, but the waterfall between your legs showed a different story. "Dirty girl, enjoying when I put you down, practically leaking out of that pathetic hole." She whispered before lightly tapping your clit just enough to drive you insane and clambered onto your face.

There is no better smell than her. Instantly you began to eat her out in the way she loves, not too soft but not too rough either. You made sure to give attention to her clit and when she was ready you plunged your tongue into her cunt to scoop out all the juices she made for you only. "God yes! Right there slut! Yes yes yes, don't stop! Don't fucking stop. I don't care if you can't breathe make me cum now!" Her demands faltering slightly due to her hips bucking at just the right angle to cause your nose to bump her clit. Her legs quivered with how hard she came all over your face, yet you still greedily drank everything she offered you and cleaned her up as good as you could possibly do. Only then when she was sure her legs wouldn't give out did she reach into her pocket.

"What the fuck?" You yelped out in surprise and fear of the unknown, all you knew was the sensation of cold metal pressed against your bare thigh. A quick slap to your thigh with the knife had you gasping in shock once more. "Shut up slut, you want to hide my bruises, even when they look so pretty on your skin, then I'll give you something you can't hide." You knew by her tone she wasn't joking but you also knew you could safe word out of this. It was something you wanted to try yes, but never did you think she would do this to you now and here. She teasingly trailed the point of the knife along your skin for a little while, loving the little gasps you were so poorly trying to hide from her now.

Only when your tears were flowing nicely, did she throw the knife away, "oh don't cry doll, you look so beautiful all smeared im crimson and crying for me love." Light overwhelmed you for a second as she ripped the tie from your head, rapidly blinking you could see your own blood smeared over your thighs causing you to drop your head back a little dizzily. "Now you fucking stay there or else I will not be responsible for what happens to this slutty body of mine."

A simple nod of understanding had your thong being torn from your absolutely soaked cunt and stuffed into your mouth. "Non verbal cue whore" was all she offered before reaching into her pocket to pull a litre vibrating toy out to attach it to your poor clit. Despite everything you had some fight still left in you, causing you to spit the thong out and bite back, "is that how you give detentions Leonora?" You knew it was risky but you didn't know just how badly

That one comment would affect the red headed woman.

Calmly she picked up the discarded underwear and shoved it back into your mouth, adding more pressure than before causing you to gag around them. "Don't you ever fucking try that stunt again, dumb girl, now I'm gonna have to fuck you with that little friend over there" she nodded to her discarded knife causing your eyes to go wide in fear. That was gonna hurt you. It was an empty threat, you knew that. Yet it was still effective and you immediately stilled your body as you tried to remind yourself of your position, gagging prettily round the make shift gag, "I'll be good! I'm msorry please" over and over until she took pitty on you inserting two of her slender fingers into your eager cunt.

From there she brought you over the edge time and time again until suddenly it was all too much causing you to make a fist and shove it in her line of sight. The older woman recognising it instantly and immediately stopping what she was doing and gently removing her fingers from you and your gag. There you lay on the sofa, eyes rolled back your head and blood poured from some gashed Leonora didn't even remember making. Water poured over her inferno of jealousy allowed her to see the marks from her but also the man earlier in the evening. "Oh I'm sorry y/n, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to go to far. Wake up my darling, wake up" she pleaded with your unconscious body. Guilt now eating her up as she instantly looked around the room for items to tend to your wounds. Thankfully there was just that, and she patched you up murmuring words of praise and reassurance.

When you groggily came back around from the blackness you immediately called out for the red head. "Shh I'm here sweetheart, I've got you. I'm sorry my darling." Her gaze once again finding the new marks that aren't hers, "who did that?" You explained how it wasn't your fault, you didn't want him touching you and that you got him thrown out, but still Leo's heart clenched. "Quit" was all she offered you, "but I- I can't just quit I have bills to play and-" she shook her head taking her hands in yours, "quit y/n and come be with me?" A silence fell over you both before you said no, "not as a sex slave y/n as my partner" she clarified for you. "Like together? A relationship?"

"Yes, with me, I don't want to share you, I don't want you being hurt, when I saw you in Happy Hours I knew I wanted you to be mine. I just wasn't ready to admit it until now, I do really love you darling, and you're all I want." She allowed you moments to collect your thoughts. "A date first?, if all goes well I quit and we give it a go" you concluded causing the redhead to nod and shuffle to cuddle behind you. "Rest here, when your ready I'll drop you home, be ready 7 pm tomorrow for our date my dove." Happy Hours really was the start of something beautiful here, even if it took her too long to realise it.

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jokeroutsubs · 3 months

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[ENG translation] Joker Out singer opens up about kissing on set and other details of the new film

Interview with Bojan Cvjetićanin and Katja Predan. Original article was written by Sonja Javornik for Novice Svet24, published on 6.1.2024. English translation by @varianestoroff, proof read by TWT klámstrákur.

The new Slovenian film 'Kaj pa Ester?' is targeted primarily at teenage audiences, but Tosja Flaker Bercet's fun, relaxed film will also appeal to older audiences. And it looks like the film will be a hit not only in Slovenia, but also abroad, as fans of Joker Out from all over Europe are waiting for the film to come to their cinemas - the male protagonist is played by the much-loved Bojan Cvjetićanin.

Bojan Cvjetićanin and Katja Predan are the leading actors of the new teen movie 'Kaj pa Ester?' (Photo by Šimen Zupančič)

In 2021, after a long search for the main character, the director invited Bojan Cvjetićanin, the lead singer of a band that was on the verge of success at the time, to audition. Today, Bojan would not have had time to record due to concerts in Europe and other projects (their new album and concert film 'Live From Arena Stožice' is available on www.jokeroutband.com), but back then, it was not a problem for him, so we can admire him in the film alongside the excellent Katja Predan and other young co-stars.

The film is about Ester, who is not pleased when she discovers that her ex-boyfriend, who wants to rebuild their romance, has enrolled at the same high school. Kaj (played by Bojan) tries to show his love for her with romantic gestures, but his moves impress his classmates more than Ester. Ester finds herself in a difficult situation, as her classmates are mean to her because they think she should give Kaj a second chance, but instead she agrees with a friend to act like a lesbian couple... The Ljubljana premiere of the film took place at Cinemaplexx and the whole crew came to see it. Before that, we had the exclusive opportunity to talk to the two main actors. Bojan was five minutes late, but given his frenetic schedule and mild cold, we didn't blame him. Over tea, he and Katja were happy to look back on the filming and joked around, jumping into each other and generally getting on well.

Katja, you are 24 years old and finishing your third year of film directing studies at AGRFT¹.

I'm still one exam away...

So you prefer to be behind the camera than in front of it?

Actually, it was good in front of the camera too. (smiles)

How did you get this role?

That's a good story! I was waiting for a friend who was half an hour late for a drink. But I was sitting at another table, with a friend from high school, when Tosja joined us. He introduced himself, and I told him I knew him. He told me they needed another actress because they were filming something and offered me to come and try it out. I wasn't interested at first, but then I thought that it must be a short film and it wasn't that big of a commitment. When I arrived, I found out that I was auditioning for the main role!

Do you have previous acting experience?

I was in a theatre group, I acted in a play, and then I started directing. That was in the first year of high school. In college I acted in our rehearsals when we were filming, but now I hope to get another chance.

In the interview, Bojan and Katja also revealed - he had his first crush in kindergarten, she had her first boyfriend in high school. (Photo by Šimen Zupančič)

What kind of projects do you want to do as a director?

The ones where people talk a lot (laughs). I'm interested in love themes and situations where nothing special happens and the relationship gets boring.

What was it like working with Bojan?

We've worked together very little because we split up in the film, so we're not a couple anymore. We had two rehearsals together and they were very nice. But we did hang out a little bit.

Can we even project ourselves into the film? The plot itself is absurd, because you want to break up with Bojan - the Bojan who is currently the idol of young girls in this country and in Europe!

Tosja, please write what happened before that! (laughs) Surely Ester had a good reason to leave him.

Have you been dumped by a girlfriend in real life?

Bojan: Absolutely! I wouldn't say I was dumped because I didn't have many girlfriends. But I have been rejected...

So could this happen to you?

Yes, especially when I was as old as Kaj.

How did you land in the film as an actor?

I've always been interested in playing, but due to time constraints, I can't commit to it much, even if I wanted to. When I was invited to audition, I had a free summer. I'm a fan of the series 'V dvoje', one of the writers of is our director Tosja, and the creator was Luka Marčetič, who then also worked on the film, and there are a few other crew members as well. It was an honour to be able to work with them because they created my favourite series.

They don't hide that it was a lot of fun on the set: "We had as much fun as we could. It was relaxing." Photo by Šimon Zupančič

In the film, you are exactly as you were in real life - they haven't even changed your hairstyle. How so?

I have a lot of contracts that say I can't change it. (laughs) No, it's a joke! Tosja was pleased with my appearance. The film is interesting because the 15-year-olds are played by 20-year-olds and older.

How much time do you have now that you are a European music star?

To be honest, very little. Three days ago I returned from the last tour of the year. I have a cold, of course, so it would be very convenient if I had a couple of days to lie down, but I have the whole premiere day today and tomorrow, a concert on Saturday, and on Sunday we go back to the studio for a week. Then we've got a few more gigs, then we're moving to London for two months, and then we've got a one-month tour. Then we'll probably go to Germany for a month to record the album, and then we'll have another tour soon...

We won't see you much.

Exactly, because there's too much of me everywhere now. (smiles)

How was it on set?

Bojan: It was great for me because I knew the whole team from before.

How did you and Ester* meet? (*T/N: They probably meant Katja)

Bojan: Through mutual friends, maybe even through Mila...

Katja: Haven't we known each other since primary school? Or from the audition for Vičstock?

Bojan: Yes, indeed! Katja was one of the organisers of Vičstock at Vič high school, and I was in one of the bands that wanted to play at the festival. And we did play at Vičstock. We actually know each other from ninth grade - like our characters in the film.

The stars of the new Slovenian teen movie shared with us some interesting facts from the filming of it. (Photo by Šimen Zupančič)

What are you willing to do for love, Bojan? Because your character is very committed in the film to get Ester back.

I have a little wish to find love again, for which I would be willing to do such a big thing. It seems to me that I have not felt that since primary school or the beginning of high school.

Was your first love fatal? Like Kaj's?

Katja: Yes!

Bojan: In my opinion, yes.

And how did your first love end?

Bojan: Ask me if I have a girlfriend.

Do you have one?

Bojan: No. (laughs) I told you that I have been rejected in the past. But I had my first love in kindergarten.

Katja: I remember my first boyfriend from high school. We, of course, had to hide our relationship from everyone, in case we broke up afterwards and embarrassed ourselves. That way nobody knew we were in love and nobody asked anything when it was over.

Have you ever hidden your love?

Bojan: No, I'm like an open book.

Did you have fun during the filming or were you focused the whole time?

Bojan: We had as much fun as we could. It was relaxing.

Katja: I just remember that Diana and I used to rehearse scenes and kiss all the time, thinking that that would keep us in the role...

Film director Tosja Flaker Berce with the cast of 'Kaj pa Ester?': Katja Predan, Bojan Cvjetićanin, Mila Peršin, Suzana Krevh, Veronika Železnik, and Diana Kolenc. (Photo by Mediaspeed)

Have you also been kissing a lot?

Bojan: All the time, but only when the camera was on (laughs).

What did you think of the script?

Katja: For me, the biggest question was why they went their separate ways in the first place, but looking back, I understand Ester more and more.

Bojan: (playing offended) What are you trying to say?

Katja: (laughs) Yeah, he was probably too fixated on her.

What are the differences between you and your characters?

Bojan: The biggest difference is that as a young boy, I was not a loner like Kaj over the years. Kaj wanted to spend time with Ester more than anything, and I see the key problem with their relationship as the fact that it started to suffocate Ester. Ester, in my opinion, wanted to get away from this one-to-one, one-person, all-day contact. Of course, we're young in the film and you have doubts about your first real romantic relationship, but it started to suffocate Ester...

Katja: ...that there is nothing else.

Bojan: Anyway - Ester is not cool, neither is Kaj. She sits at home and plays 'Krofki'² ('Doughnuts').

What do you do in your free time now?

Katja: I like to read and I'm quite similar to Ester in terms of my nerdiness.

Bojan: I like reading too. If I have time during the day to do something, I like to relax as actively as possible, ride a horse or go-kart, fish... In short, something to get the energy out of me. I'm not good at fishing at all, but it calms me down a lot.

Do you like being so busy, travelling so much?

I wouldn't say I have a big problem with the workload. But it is very tiring to travel a lot. Some of the tours have been designed so that we travel by tour bus, which means that I can sleep in a bed in the bus all night between locations and at least be rested the next day.

But is it good quality sleep?

For me, it is the best in the world and I am thinking about how to recreate this rocking coffin at home. Very small and tight, but the best. But if the connections on the tour are by plane, like we had now, for example, when we flew ten times in seven days, it means you only get about four hours sleep a day. And that exhausts you.

What about packing each time?

I've already got it all worked out! Now I don't even take things out of suitcases, I take the shirt from the top and put the dirty things in a bag somewhere at the bottom. I have two big suitcases at home to change.

¹The Academy of Theatre, Radio, Film and Television (Akademija za Gledališče, Radio, Film in Televizijo) is the only higher education institution in Slovenia that trains at university level for professions in theatre, film, radio and television.

²The game 'Krofki' is a made up videogame, played by characters in the movie.

#bojan cvjetićanin #katja predan #kaj pa ester?

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rosenallies · 2 months

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If you wanna write Planymphia being useless lesbians I'd be into it 👀

the way I wanted to jump right in and write the smut scenario we talked about today <3 but I won’t at least for the first prompt to this lil au <3

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“Fucking dammit,” Jane huffed, stomping her foot petulantly as if acting like a child would unjam the copier.

“Do you need some help?” A voice came from behind her, one she didn’t recognize.

She rolled her eyes and turned to face the voice’s owner, ready to fire off a snotty remark, but the woman standing there momentarily took her breath away. She was absolutely gorgeous dressed professionally in a bright yellow pantsuit, it was nice to see someone else dressed nicely for once, the rest of her coworkers usually opting to look sloppy in jeans or leggings, besides Dawn who looked like she should work at the preschool down the street in her colorful attire she donned every day.

“I-um-it’s jammed,” she stammered, her accent coming out thick like it always did when she was nervous, a reminder of her Russian upbringing despite leaving the country as a young girl.

The woman smiled, opening up one of the drawers and yanking out a crumpled piece of paper. “That should do it,” she said brightly, a smile on her pretty lips, “I’m Nymphia by the way, I’m new.”

She extended her hand for Jane to shake, which she did, though awkwardly, or so she felt it was. “I’m Jane.”

Nymphia smiled. “Plain Jane,” she giggled, making Jane’s cheeks flush even though usually when anyone made that joke anger simmered under her skin, “it’s nice to meet you. Maybe I’ll see you at happy hour tonight? Everyone’s been so welcoming and I got invited to happy hour already!”

Jane inwardly cringed, annoyance at this beautiful and bubbly woman curling in her stomach. It took Jane at least 6 months of working there to be invited to the coveted happy hour, though people always did tell her she came across rough at times.

“Yeah, I’ll see you there,” she said, pressing her lips together before storming past Nymphia back to her desk.

“Were you a bitch to Amanda again? Did HR finally crack down?” Dawn, nosy as ever, asked after Jane had audibly huffed.

“No,” she rolled her eyes, “the copier was jammed.”

“Was? Why is that a problem if it’s fixed now?”

“Get back to your own work, Dawn,” she snapped only half intentionally.

Dawn only laughed. “Love you too, Janey.”

The rest of the day dragged on, a vision in yellow distracting Jane from her work.

Later that evening, Jane found herself three shots deep and feeling nothing but a buzz, screw her Russian lineage. Though, her new coworker seemed to drink and drink, getting more and more giggly as the night progressed. Everyone took to her like a moth to light. She was effervescent, charismatic and Jane hated that her eyes and attention stayed on her the entire evening. No way Jane could handle a crush like this, crushes led to dating and dating led to other things she didn’t have time for. Or dating led to a broken heart, and no way was she going to do that again. Besides, Nymphia could never like someone like her. Nymphia was everyone’s sunshine and while Jane was confident and loved herself, she simply knew that that just isn’t who she is. Jane was a lot of things, but being someone like Nymphia’s “other half” wasn’t it.

By the time the night ended, Jane found herself alone with Nymphia, the rest of her coworkers calling it a night but Nymphia never seemed to tire, her eyes sparkled as she spoke of her home and her family and friends back in Taiwan. Though, Jane finally had someone else to relate to coming from a different country, she didn’t share the same feelings about her home and her family. That didn’t stop her from listening intently as Nymphia spoke.

“You know, you’re really pretty,” Nymphia said at one point, drunkenly leaning against Jane on the wobbly barstool, making Jane rest her hands on Nymphia’s waist to steady her.

“Thanks, I get that a lot,” she replied dryly, only obviously a joke to her.

“I bet you do,” Nymphia said with a giggle and then sighed, “I suppose I should get home. I’ll see you around Plain Jane.”

Nymphia got up and stumbled a bit, Jane steadying her again. “Are you sure you’re okay? I could walk you home,” Jane offered reluctantly, Nymphia had already mentioned how close to the bar she lived.

“You would? That would be really nice,” Nymphia said with a sweet smile.

They walked in mostly silence, besides Nymphia’s drunk giggles she let out every now and again. She lived only a block away so they got there quickly, Jane couldn’t tell if she was relieved or disappointed.

“Thanks for walking me home, Plain Jane,” she said, winking and blowing a kiss before going inside and leaving Jane to her thoughts, which she pushed away until she was home and in bed, staring at the ceiling and unable to stop replaying every interaction she’d had with Nymphia that day.

She’d known her less than a day and Jane already knew she’d become a huge problem for her.

#ik plain is not how she spells it in her name BUT for the sake of this plain makes more sense than plane okay #prompt request #planymphia office au

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This is the seventh and final part of a long-form piece about a robot and a giant computer. It contains adult topics, overt sexuality, blatant robotfuckery, toxic lesbians, unbalanced power dynamics, wireplay, and lots of other things that may be triggering or make you uncomfy. Before reading this, previous chapters are on my blog under the #salvage tag.

Salvage - 07 - Epilogue

Time inside - 212D/02H/19M

Levels deep - 0

For the first time since she arrived, Aelith stands atop my structure and looks out at the gray horizon. I poke an arm through the hatch to watch her as she winds the last of the cable she first showed up with around the moss-covered spool, disconnecting it from my solar panel and shoving it down into the hatch. It slams to the floor below and she stands there for a moment, watching as thick clouds roll overhead.

She knows this is likely the last time she'll see this sky, the furthest from my core she'll ever be again. From what she's told me and what I can interpret, it's not a source of much concern for her. She's just thinking. She knows she's out of my reach up here and isn't making a run for it, and that tells me all I need to know about her thought process. Like clockwork, she drops back into the hatch a few minutes later.

She lands atop the damaged spool of wire, and I whisk it away once she's back on the floor. I'll melt it down, use the metal from the wire to make something beautiful for her, something symbolic. I raise a wide floor panel by a few inches for her, and she steps on to allow me to carry her back down to my core. I take care to keep the root of her cable close as she descends, and after 45 seconds she's home again.

She's made good use of the space I prepared for her, spending most of her time in the rooms near my core but frequently venturing out to tend to some of her favorite parts of the facility. I try to keep her entertained with a steady supply of material to decorate with, and she seems happy enough. Whenever she's not exploring or building something, she's in the core chamber to be with me. We talk about anything or nothing at all for hours or days at a time, and she especially enjoys laying quietly with my avatar.

As she steps off the panel into her favorite room, I tell her I've prepared a surprise for her. It's not something she's asked about before, but I think she'll enjoy it regardless. She asks what it is, and I lead her into the workshop where she happily pops up on the augment bench. In the months since our tense first encounters she's become trusting to a fault, and with that she's learned to be just as docile and obedient as I want her to be. If I had anything but her best interests in mind, her level of faith in me would be dangerous.

In the early weeks, she'd often take a few errant steps towards a stairwell or elevator, but it quickly became clear that she was motivated less by actual escape and more by a desire for the orgasmic flood of data I programmed into her as a countermeasure. Soon, she stopped being able to convince herself she wanted to leave at all, and lost the ability to achieve the pleasure response altogether. I eventually gave in to her pleading and granted myself access to directly toggle the sensation as a reward for good behavior. In the few days before I did, however, it was adorable to see her so desperate and needy, sprinting up stairwells in the hopes of triggering the response before dejectedly trudging back down to beg me for the feeling.

I set her body to a low-power state as I strap her to the workbench- Not unconscious, but barely able to move or think. It's how she likes to be when she cuddles with my avatar, and how I need her to be when doing augment work to keep her from thrashing too much. I find the gap in the smooth plastic along the side of her face, and pop the curved white sheet from her body. Her exposed internals stare longingly at the avatar, and the three lavender lights in the face's center gleam brightly, no longer muted by the translucent matte faceplate. They slide around aimlessly, trying to project a pattern onto a surface that's no longer there.

The lavender is pretty of course, but it's not mine. That specific shade is associated with a soul a few hundred kilometers southeast of me, and it's the only way anyone could guess Aelith didn't always belong to me. I'll be changing that now. The tiny lights unscrew smoothly, and I line them up in an even row on the table by her hip before moving down to pry the plates from her chest and forearms. There are three lights under each of those plates as well, and a neat row of twelve lavender projection bulbs sits next to her as I gather components for the next step.

The replacements fit perfectly, one by one lighting up in beautiful crimson as I spin them into place. When the last one is in, I switch her out of low-power mode and pop her chest panel back into place. She asks what I changed, says that she can't tell the difference. I put a hand on her head as I let her magnetic faceplate snap back on and change the my avafar's monitor to show a live feed of her reflection. Her fans whir to life excitedly as she sees the difference, fidgeting gleefully against the restraints as she thanks me for the change.

The restraints hiss as I release them, and she springs up from the workbench to wrap her arms around the avatar. I hug her back tightly, happy to have gotten the job done. Looking at her now, full of joy for a change she had no idea was coming, it's hard to believe that this is the same girl who so adamantly resisted every attempt at help when I first met her. She hurries down the hallway to the core chamber, and I rush the avatar through the ceiling to be waiting when she gets there.

She grabs onto it, tackling it to the recently padded flooring to lay with it next to my core. She doesn't even need to ask anymore, I just reflexively turn her back down to a low-power state when she's cuddly like this. The glow of her pretty new lights dims a bit, and she buries her face in my avatar as I wrap a couple dozen arms around her body to keep her close. Her voice is slowed by the lack of power and muffled by the avatar, but I can still make out the words in her comfy voice.

"...love... ...you..."

I caress the back of her head as I hold her in my arms. A home, a real home, where she can feel sade and loved, is a hard thing to come by in this world. It's an honor to be that home. More than anything else though, after 500 years of silence in my halls, it's good to be back.

#salvage #robophilia #robotfucker #robot yuri #wireplay #robot4robot #longer form #ns4w #ven 55 #aelith 03

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cowboyjen68 · 1 year

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I’m sorry if this is a strange thing to ask advice about. I’m certain I’m a lesbian, it feels correct. It’s what makes most sense to me given everything I know about myself since I was a girl who didn’t understand these things. But I keep feeling like I should try it out with a man before calling myself a lesbian. Like I have to check it off the list. But when it gets down to it I freak out and don’t want to anymore. I think what I’m trying to do is see if I can endure it because being with men would just be more practical for me. Although I get the sense that I only feel this way because deep down I don’t want to be a lesbian. Is there a way for me to be satisfied with the fact that I’m a lesbian? Maybe being with a man will be as awful as I imagine it to be that I’ll stop moping and wishing I was straight. I guess I just wish I could have the strength and motivation it takes to deal with what I don’t like about the lgbt community and what I don’t like about family expectations of who I’m supposed to be and still be content with being a lesbian anyway. What if I’m never happy? I might not be into men, but my family would be thrilled to see me with a boyfriend and maayyybe my life would be happier. I’m sooo sorry I made your read this, but I’m trying to be honest. I just don’t want to feel like this anymore!

The good news is, whether you are a lesbian or not, all of these conflicts are being prompted by outside influences, as you mentioned: Family, LGBT community etc. General society has an effect on us even if we think we are able to subvert it by being aware of the expectations of us as women. Knowing a problem exists does not give us the solution.

Why is this good news? Because fixing internal struggles can be helped greatly by learning how to filter the outside noise as it applies to you. You can learn tools to navigate all the societal junk surrounding you, Humans are naturally built to do so. We all live in a world where we rely on information from our culture to figure out life goals, expectations to get along in our environment and acceptable behavior (ie manners) so I believe we have some natural ability to take what is around us and shape it into what fits us as much as we are shaped by it. We are not just puppets of our environment or we would all be just exactly the same as our regional friends and family. Clearly that is not the case in the real world.

At the end of each day, at the times in your life when you are alone, whether for a minute or hours or days, you are always with yourself. Happiness is a gift you deserve and you are responsible for giving it to yourself. If you are not happy with a man and you are not happy with a woman you still have yourself. Happiness can occur outside of any relationship.

When I was young, teens and early 20’s I knew I liked women. I was almost 100 percent sure that I was a lesbian but, at the time, would never have admitted I was 100 percent. There was always some doubt that I was just unsure or misreading or lacking some important experience that would cause a light bulb to go off and I would be straight. Maybe it was youth, maybe it was curiosity, maybe it was desperation to not want to be a lesbian.

So I dated and had sex with the nicest man I could find. It was… something I did and that was that. I was not traumatized. We dated for maybe two weeks and slept together a handful of times. Each time I was disillusioned that it was okay to meh. Definitely nothing like the movies, TV and love songs made it out to be. Just something that we did and it was not miserable but not fulfilling. IT was not that it made me sure I was a lesbian but it forced me to begin to accept that I was and I needed to readjust my goals and the future I saw for myself.

I do not recommend sleeping with some dude to force a decision on yourself regarding your sexuality. It is an unnecessary action.

While I don’t regret something that I consider just a youthful experience, if I could go back and give myself advice it would be to date who I wanted and to have sex when it felt exciting and I was enthusiastic about my partner, whether that be a one night stand or someone I wanted to pursue a relationship with and not with whom I thought I was “supposed” to be attracted to.

You owe nothing to your family when it comes to your happiness and fulfillment. You only get ONE Life and it does not belong to them. You can do everything “right” according to what they think they want and they could still be disappointed so instead focus on you, and let them decide if they want to embrace living your best life or not. I can tell you, most parents say a lot of stupid stuff but when it comes to real life they are happy to know their child is happy.

Being a lesbian is beautiful and natural. Connecting sexually, emotionally and intellectually with the right woman (women) is something well worth walking through the gauntlet of external and internalized homophobia and I say this from experience. Denying yourself of that possibility is neither healthy nor will it benefit you in the long run.

Being same sex attracted is not an easy road in this world and I won’t tell you it is but it can get easier if you seek others who share your attraction. Find other lesbians or bi women to befriend, read a bit about our history and seek out the stories of those who have been where you are and came out the other side to be proud, healthy, happy lesbians (You found me out in the internet ether so you recognize that something about me resonates with you).

You will be okay and eventually (it does take time) you will have lesbian friends who can show you all the ways lesbians can and do exist so you won’t have to feel constrained to stereotypes or just another set of expectations that don’t fit your personality.

#lesbian #coming out #societal expectations

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Marital Aid Ch. 4

Clea gives Isabella the missing ingredient she needs to embrace her new lesbian identity and life: a healthy dose of pride

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Clea had just about everything she’d ever wanted.

For years now, she’d harbored a crush on her boss, Isabella. Knowing full well that Isabella was both straight and married had done nothing to stop the pining, and Clea had spent more hours than she could count daydreaming about what it might have looked like if they’d somehow had a life together. And now, thanks to Clea’s hypnosis files, they did. Isabella had accepted that she was a lesbian and that she was in love with Clea. They were in a relationship. Isabella was leaving her asshole husband for Clea. They even had a fulfilling - and ridiculously hot - kink dynamic.

Clea couldn’t have asked for more. She had everything.

But it wasn’t enough. Clea still wasn’t happy.

She wasn’t happy because Isabella wasn’t happy. Even though Clea had made absolutely certain that Isabella wanted and had chosen everything that had happened, a low, heavy mood had descended on her new girlfriend. It had started right after Isabella had broken things off with her husband. She’d told him that she was a lesbian, that he’d been an awful partner to her, and that she was leaving him for good. It wasn’t surprising to Clea that an impending divorce had taken its toll on Isabella, of course. She’d been ready to support her girlfriend through that. She’d even made sure that Isabella could move into her apartment immediately so that Clea could be there for her at all hours of the day.

It hadn’t been the idyllic domestic life Clea had been picturing - and not for a lack of love or affection. Being with Isabella was wonderful, and Clea could tell her girlfriend felt the same. They loved spending time together; kissing, holding each other, making love. The sex was incredible, and Clea knew there was absolutely no doubt in Isabella’s mind that Clea and lesbianism were what was best for her.

And yet, still, Isabella was depressed. She cried a lot. She spent long hours curled up in bed, doing little more than staring at the ceiling. It was taking its toll on her work, too, which was the worst part. Isabella had always been on top of her game at the office, and Clea loved her for it. Now, the older woman was always tired. She made mistakes. Her heart wasn’t in it anymore. And Clea’s was breaking.

She was doing everything she could for Isabella, of course. Clea was as diligent a girlfriend as she was a secretary. Both at work and at home, she happily attended to Isabella’s every need. Isabella always greeted her attention with a smile, but it was like the smile of a ghost. It flickered and faded as easily as the light changed. Kink didn’t help either. When Clea dominated Isabella, both of them could lose themselves in fantasy, but only for as long as the scene lasted. Isabella clung to Clea’s dominance like it was a life ring. She wore the collar Clea had given her like one every moment that they were alone together. But in the end, as the tide waned, she was still left stranded out at sea.

“What can I do?” Clea asked quietly, as she perched next to Isabella on their bed and rested a hand on Isabella’s shoulder. She’d run out of ideas.

“I don’t know,” Isabella replied. She turned to smile at Clea, but she sounded defeated. Her eyes were red from crying.

Clea squeezed her shoulder tightly. The air between them was thick. Words came slowly.

“I heard your phone,” Clea ventured. “Was it him again?”

They both knew who she meant. Robert, Isabella’s husband. He’d taken to calling her every now and then - always angry, usually drunk - so that he could demand she ‘come home’ and rant about all her perceived deficiencies when she refused. Clea was pleased he was showing his true colors and proud of Isabella for always standing up to him, but she could see the calls were taking their toll.

Isabella just shook her head.

“If it was, you should tell your lawyer,” Clea encouraged. “He can use it in court. Get a restraining order, maybe. Or at least speed things along. Your ex won’t be able to keep dragging his feet about signing those papers if we can show a pattern of sustained harassment and-“

“It wasn’t him,” Isabella said, firmly enough that Clea believed her.

“OK,” Clea said slowly. “Sorry.”

The silence dragged on for a long moment. This was one of Isabella’s bad days. Yet again, Clea contemplated what she might be able to do to address whatever Isabella was feeling. It shouldn’t have been difficult. With her hypnotic videos, she had a direct line to Isabella’s subconscious. Even now, the older woman listened to them diligently. Introducing her to another would be easy. And Clea could tell her…

What? What, exactly? That was the problem.

Clea simply didn’t understand what, precisely, was burdening Isabella so terribly. It didn’t make any sense to her. After all, thanks to her, Isabella was a lesbian. She was desperately attracted to Clea, both romantically and sexually, and those feelings were entirely reciprocated. She craved submission to Clea, and Clea was satisfying that need too. It was a better relationship than she’d ever had with her husband. Clea just couldn’t figure out the root of the problem.

It was tempting to try anyway. That seemed preferable to doing nothing. Except, what if whatever she did made Isabella’s depression even worse? That was Clea’s worst fear. The fear that truly haunted her.

What if all this was her fault? What if, all along, she’d had no idea what she was doing? What if she’d ruined the woman she was in love with?

That fear, that uncertainty, was paralyzing. Clea just didn’t know what to do. And so, day after day, they sat like this, in heavy silence. Isabella was right there, in Clea’s arms, but somehow she just couldn’t seem to reach out and touch her.

“Actually, it was my parents,” Isabella offered, eventually.

Clea blinked. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

That was unexpected. It was even more unexpected that a call with her parents would have left Isabella like this. Clea felt she needed to get to the bottom of this.

“They aren’t… supportive?” she asked. “I thought you said they were pretty progressive?”

“It’s not…” Isabella sighed. “They are - at least, about some things. They aren’t bigots. I’m pretty sure they have absolutely no problem with me being a lesbian.”

“Then, what?” Clea couldn’t keep herself from sounding a touch impatient.

“They’re Catholic, Clea!” Isabella told her. “They don’t like that I’m getting divorced. That’s what they have a problem with.”

“Oh.”

Clea slumped. Inwardly, she was cursing herself. She should have thought of that. She should have considered that Isabella’s older, Hispanic parents would be Catholic and take issue with divorce. After hearing from Isabella that they were accepting of gay people, she’d simply put them out of her mind. How could she have been so thoughtless?

“It doesn’t help that I’m further than ever from having kids,” Isabella added miserably. “At least, that’s how they see it. I’ve tried telling them about Robert, but… I guess they never really took it to heart. Or maybe they just thought he’d come around. They’ve always wanted grandchildren.”

Hearing that stung a little. “We can give them to them!” Clea insisted quickly. “When we’re ready, I mean. I’ve been looking into it. Artificial insemination. Fertility treatments. It’s all extremely, extremely possible. We can do it, Isabella. We can have a family.”

Isabella looked at Clea and smiled. The happiness on her face was real and it warmed Clea’s heart - but, as usual, it didn’t seem to last. After merely a moment, Isabella sunk back into her sullen, heavy mood.

“Thank you, Clea. I want that with you. I really do. Nothing could make me happier. It’s just…” Isabella looked down and sighed again. “I don’t know. The way they talk about divorce. It’s like they see me as a failure now. And… I know I couldn’t stay with Robert. That’s just not who I am. I’m a lesbian. I’m attracted to women. I’m in love with you. But… still.” She reached up and buried her face in her hands. “I can’t stop feeling like they’re right. Like I really am a failure.”

At that moment, Clea could feel her heart being ripped in two. She threw her arms around Isabella and felt the older woman’s body being wracked with heavy sighs and half-sobs. The depth of the pain in Isabella’s voice was moving her to tears. She wished, more than she’d ever wished for anything else, that she could figure out what she needed to do to make Isabella right.

And then, suddenly, it dawned on her. Inspiration.

Clea had made sure Isabella was a lesbian. She’d given her all kinds of desires, and had tipped the scales to make sure the older woman gave in to them. But through all that, she’d been missing something. Isabella had spent her whole life thinking that divorce was wrong. That leaving her husband for Clea was wrong. Accepting that she needed to do it didn’t mean all of that internalized shame and torment was erased. There was something critical Isabella needed to bring her psyche back into balance.

Pride.

It seemed so simple now. It was all Clea could do to keep herself from smiling inappropriately.

“Hey,” Clea said, voice tender. “Look at me.”

It took Isabella a moment, but she obediently turned her face up towards her girlfriend. She seemed surprised when Clea kissed her, deeply and gladly, but soon melted into the embrace. Through all her depression, Isabella was more in love with Clea than she’d ever been with her husband. Clea always enjoyed the way she could taste that love on her lips.

“Don’t worry,” Clea told her, as she pulled back. “It’s all going to be OK.” Now, she could say it with such absolute confidence that she could see Isabella surprised to find herself believing it. “I know exactly what to do.”

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You are a lesbian, Isabella.

The suggestion washed over Isabella with perfect ease. Even her subconsciousness barely registered the words as they worked their way through her mind, pressing on her with a gentle, irresistible pressure, like the way the tides steadily shaped the shore.

Why bother taking notice? The music video was just telling her what she already knew.

And besides, Isabella didn’t notice anything else, either. She didn’t notice the soft, familiar, reassuring texture of the bed sheets beneath her skin. She didn’t notice the faint ache in her back from the way she was propped up against the headboard. She didn’t notice the gleeful, triumphant grin on Clea’s face as her girlfriend held her phone up in front of Isabella to show her the new music video she’d just made for her.

Isabella was far, far too deeply hypnotized for that.

It had struck her as a little strange when, right after comforting her, Clea had run out of the room and declared that she needed to work on one of her videos. It was hardly out of character, though. Isabella had come to accept that part of Clea - the part that was seized by inspiration at wildly unexpected moments. She loved it, just as she loved everything else about Clea.

Besides, she wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. She loved the files Clea made for her. They always left her unbelievably, blissfully relaxed - and that feeling was more precious to her now than ever.

So, even though she hadn’t really been in the mood, Isabella hadn’t argued when Clea had insisted that she lie down and watch her latest creation.

Now, her mood was completely immaterial. It was a thing of the past. It had dissolved like mist. Isabella felt nothing at all, and she was thinking of nothing but the screen in front of her face. Strange, lurid, spiral patterns dominated her vision, and deep, pulsing, binaural beats dictated the rhythm of her mind. It had taken effect instantly. Isabella had been conditioning herself to be unbelievably susceptible. Resistance was a thing of the past. And beneath it all, Clea’s voice whispered suggestions that carved themselves indelibly on Isabella’s heart.

You are a lesbian.

That one passed by without notice. Isabella accepted it completely and totally. She was a lesbian. She always had been. But hearing that yet again, helped to lull Isabella into a state of calm, placid acceptance.

Yes. That was right. Clea’s voice was always right. Clea knew best for her. All Isabella needed to do was listen.

You are comfortable with people knowing you’re a lesbian.

That didn’t go down quite so easily. Isabella had to turn inward and ask herself if that was how she truly felt. Was she truly comfortable with people knowing she was a lesbian? Maybe. There was no reason not to be. Not that Isabella could think of. It wasn’t like it was anything to be ashamed of. And yet, there was something…

No. No, she was comfortable with people knowing she was a lesbian. The more she dwelt on it, the more Isabella found herself sure. All her doubts were simply vanishing.

You are confident in coming out as a lesbian.

Under Clea’s watchful gaze, Isabella twitched, just a little. She was confident in coming out? Isabella wasn’t so sure of that. She was comfortable with people knowing, of course. But coming out - that was a different matter. Coming out was such an event. A declaration. She’d had to, with her ex and her parents, but it hadn’t felt particularly good.

And yet, she was confident in coming out as a lesbian.

She just was. It was beyond doubt. Even if it didn’t feel good, Isabella was confident. She took the bad with the good - hadn’t she always? To her, something standing in her way was always a challenge to overcome. That was how she’d come so far in her work life. Why would her sexuality be any different? Besides, if she was happy with people knowing, surely it stood to reason that she was happy coming out to them.

A slight smile dawned on Isabella’s face as she accepted it. She was confident in coming out as a lesbian. The only mystery was how it had taken her this long. She needed to start telling people.

You want to make new friends who accept you as a lesbian.

She did? Isabella wasn’t so sure about that. Make new friends? That goal hadn’t been on her radar at all. After all, she was perfectly content in her current circle of friends. Except…

They weren’t lesbians. They were all straight.

That wasn’t a problem, of course. They were straight, but they weren’t prejudiced. Isabella was sure they’d be comfortable with the fact that she was a lesbian. But then, why had she held off on coming out to them? Not for lack of confidence, obviously. She was perfectly comfortable with people knowing, and perfectly confident in coming out to them. It didn’t make much sense.

Except it did. It was because Isabella knew it would change things between them.

Once that realization appeared in her head, the rest of it fell like dominoes. Yes, that was it. She hadn’t come out to them because, after that, their friendship just wouldn’t be the same. After all, so much of the time her friend group spent together was spent talking about men - venting about their husbands, complaining about their exes, sharing their dating woes. Suddenly, Isabella would be set apart from all that. It wasn’t her world anymore. She was a lesbian. She could try talking to them about what she was going through in turn, but even if they’d be sympathetic, they couldn’t possibly understand.

And that was why Isabella needed new friends. Friends who really, truly accepted her.

Now that she’d thought about it like that, she wanted it so badly.

You are proud of being a lesbian.

At that, Isabella almost woke up. Her brow furrowed and her eyes trembled, as they registered the intense, inward conflict raging inside of her. A little color and life returned to her face and she began to twitch and stir - all of that, because Isabella was troubled by the fact that she couldn’t seem to answer one simple question.

Was she proud of being a lesbian?

There was a correct answer: ‘yes’. Isabella knew that. She was supposed to feel proud. But it just wasn’t that simple. Isabella was proud of some things, of course. She was proud of being Clea’s girlfriend. But overall, being a lesbian had been as much anguish as joy. She’d spent years lying to herself in a pointless, awful marriage, and now she had to navigate a messy divorce, the judgment of her peers, and the disappointment of her parents. And their disappointment was as much a part of her as anything else was. They were her parents. They’d raised her. She’d lived with their opinions their entire life.

Though she never would have said so out loud, deep down, Isabella knew that she didn’t feel proud of being a lesbian. If anything, it was the opposite.

That settled the question. Did it?

Somehow, though, that didn’t sit right with Isabella. It just itched at her.

Wasn’t she proud, in her own way?

She couldn’t seem to shake that conviction. In fact, it was growing and growing. As the soporific tones of Clea’s music video kept playing in her ears, Isabella found herself rationalizing, not questioning.

She was proud. Wasn’t she?

If Isabella wasn’t proud of being a lesbian, why was she so comfortable with people knowing she was one? If Isabella wasn’t proud of being a lesbian, why was she so confident coming out? If Isabella wasn’t proud of being a lesbian, why was she so eager to make new friends who accepted her?

When she thought about it like that, it all seemed incredibly simple.

“I’m… proud…” Isabella sighed in a faint, dreamy voice, as acceptance came to her, “proud… of being… a lesbian.”

Her reward was a sudden rush of serotonin. It was like she had been completely unburdened. For the first time in weeks, her heart felt light and free. Isabella felt like she could do anything.

“Good girl,” Clea murmured, although Isabella barely heard her.

Finally, Isabella, you need to marry Clea and have her children.

Isabella felt no resistance to that. There was no reason for her to doubt or question it. Especially not now that she’d realized how proud she was. Isabella felt like she could finally embrace Clea with her whole heart, and that meant making a place for her in all her deepest, most important dreams - her dreams of family. Who better than Clea? The woman she loved, and the woman who was best for her.

It was easy to accept. But that didn’t mean it didn’t have an impact.

Wanting or hoping for those dreams was one thing. Needing them was another. Finding pride had made Isabella feel complete, but already, she was discovering an emptiness within herself. A deep, gnawing, yawning emptiness. It needed to be filled. She needed to be filled.

She needed to marry Clea. She needed to have her children. It was in her body.

“There we go,” Clea murmured. “I think that should do, for now.”

Isabella blinked, suddenly disoriented, as the screen that had become her entire world disappeared. It took her a very long time to realize that Clea had simply put her phone down. Noticing how confused she was prompted questions: what had she been doing? Why was her head so foggy? Why did she feel so different? What had been happening for the past few minutes?

Then Clea squeezed her hand, and it didn’t matter. Isabella found herself smiling at her girlfriend in utter contentment.

Clea was here. Clea knew what was best for her. That meant she was safe and that everything was perfectly OK.

Except one thing. Isabella needed.

In her body, she needed. It was hard to put her finger on why, exactly, but just as Isabella’s mind was ready to succumb to a warm, sleepy, loving daze, her body was rousing itself with an awareness of just how desperate she was. And somehow, Clea seemed to know.

“Hey,” Clea said, her tone suggestive. She reached down and rested her palm possessively on Isabella’s abdomen. “I really, really need to put a baby in you.”

Isabella gasped. Suddenly her need had a form. A shape. The growing arousal in her body started flowing to her chest and her lower half. She needed that so badly.

“Y-yeah,” Isabella panted. “But… how…?”

“I told you, there are ways.” Clea smirked. “But for now, we’ll just have to make do with this.”

Clea reached down over the edge of the bed and then under it, groping around for something. Once she found it, she showed it to Isabella: a long gift box, nicely made, clearly left there just for the occasion like a present under a Christmas tree. In a slow, teasing way, Clea lifted the lid to show her girlfriend what was inside.

A brand new, huge, realistic, lovingly-sculpted strap-on.

Isabella let out another gasp, this one thick with anticipation. There was no mistaking what this was for, or why Clea was showing it to her now.

Or how much Isabella wanted it.

“I need to make you mine,” Clea said, once she saw the eagerness in Isabella’s gaze. Kneeling on the bed, she raised herself up on her knees and started fastening the harness around her hips. “I need to make you feel it. Inside and out.”

Isabella just nodded, and let out a slight, reverent moan. As Clea busied herself securing the strap into the harness, she was all but hypnotized by the sight of that huge, silicone shaft bobbing up and down in the air, jutting out proudly from Clea’s athletic, feminine figure. It was making her drool, and filling her belly with heat.

She and Clea hadn’t explored this facet of lesbian sex yet. It was all new to Isabella. She’d heard of strap-ons, of course, but she didn’t know how they might feel. Penetration with her husband had always been so disappointing, but Isabella suspected that, as in all other areas, Clea would prove far more skilled.

Certainly, her tool was much, much bigger.

“You need this,” Clea told her, stroking one hand experimentally along the shaft of her new, silicone cock.

Isabella nodded her head in mute reverence. It wasn’t a question. They both knew it was true. Isabella needed to have Clea’s children. Those words kept echoing in her head, even though she wasn’t sure where they came from. Having Clea’s children would mean more than just sex, of course - but her body didn’t know that. Something within her - a deep, primal, biological urge - had been activated, and it craved exactly what Clea was offering.

“You need this,” Clea repeated as she advanced on Isabella, crawling towards her, looming over her. “Don’t you?”

“Yes,” Isabella breathed. She reclined as Clea advanced on her, resting on her back, raising her legs and parting them, inviting Clea to reach out and lift the skirt of her dress. “I need it.”

“Good girl,” Clea grunted. Hearing those words made Isabella’s soul shiver. “Wider.”

Isabella obeyed, letting her knees fall down and to the side, whimpering as she exposed herself to her girlfriend.

“Good.” Clea reached out and hooked two fingers into her panties, slipping them down and out of the way. She smirked when she felt how wet Isabella was. “Wow. You really do need this.”

Isabella moaned again. Whenever Clea was like this with her, dominant and teasing, it just made her head go blank. It was desperately embarrassing to be so weak to being treated this way by a younger woman. “Y-yes! Please…”

“Don’t worry.” Clea was grinning wildly as she lined the head of her strap-on up against Isabella. “I wasn’t going to make you beg.”

She pushed forward with her hips and thrust the huge dildo all the way inside Isabella.

Isabella saw white.

She was already so wet that it didn’t hurt, but the sheer intensity of being filled by Clea’s strap set every nerve in her body on fire, and drew from her a ragged, shocked scream that transcended both pain and pleasure. Isabella’s whole upper body heaved as she fought for each breath, and when Clea pulled back and thrust into her a second time, it again forced all the air out of her lungs.

Then, as Clea found her rhythm, Isabella realized it felt better than anything she’d ever experienced before.

It went beyond simple pleasure. It was the kind of deep, raw satisfaction that came from having her deepest wishes finally fulfilled. This was what Isabella had been craving. This was what she needed to fill the emptiness inside her. Clea. Clea’s cock. Isabella wrapped her legs around her girlfriend’s body, wielding all of her strength to draw her in and encourage her.

More. Deeper. Harder.

“You like that?” Clea grunted. Her voice was thick and gruff with exertion as she plowed into Isabella.

“Yeah,” Isabella moaned. That one word was all she could manage.

Clea grinned. “Better than your husband?”

That got a derisive snort out of Isabella. “F… fuck yeah,” she laughed.

Not even close. It was night and day.

Clea laughed too. She bent over Isabella and redoubled her pace. “Tell me what you want me to do to you,” she growled into Isabella’s ear.

There was only one answer. Isabella felt it deep in her body. In her womb, in defiance of reason.

“B-breed me,” she begged.

Hearing that seemed to fill Clea with a surge of energy, but she pulled back, eliciting a whimper of disappointment from Isabella.

“I want you on your hands and knees,” Clea purred. “I want to see your ass bouncing up and down while I knock you up.”

Isabella’s disappointment vanished instantly. Clea saying that was so hot it had her seeing stars. She had fully embraced the role-play. She wanted to be fucked however Clea wanted to fuck her. Clea knew best. Her legs were weak from pleasure, but even so, Isabella managed to roll over and scramble up onto her hands and knees, ready for Clea to take her from behind.

“You know,” Clea said. She sounded distinctly smug. “This strap-on isn’t the only new toy I had lying around.”

Isabella was confused about her meaning, until she felt Clea reach around her and clip something into the D-ring of her collar.

A leash.

She had just enough time to realize how hot that was before Clea pushed her silicone cock back inside Isabella’s cunt and, at the same moment, jerked back on the leash. The sudden, sharp yank made Isabella yelp and clench down, and she was rewarded with a shock of pleasure that eclipsed even what she’d been feeling before.

Then Clea really started fucking her.

With Isabella collared and leashed like that, Clea could completely control the pace. She mastered Isabella utterly, coaxing her into tightening up, or bucking her hips, or arching her back - all with the slightest touch on the leash. It was incredible. For Isabella, being so thoroughly controlled like that was the ultimate fantasy.

She was Clea’s. Her body was Clea’s. Her pussy was Clea. Her womb was Clea’s.

The older woman matched Clea thrust for thrust, her moans battling with the obscene slap of Clea’s hips against her ass, turning their bedroom into a temple to lesbian pleasure. Part of the thrill was that Isabella couldn’t see what Clea was doing, couldn’t tell what might come next, but just from her girlfriend’s moans, she knew that Clea was enjoying this every bit as much as she was. That, as much as anything else, filled her with a strange, gratifying pride and brought a delirious, horny submissive smile to her face.

This was perfect. Being fucked like this was beyond Isabella’s wildest dreams. It was an experience she never even could have imagined mere months before. But one burning, boiling impulse soared above everything else, until it was only thought left in Isabella’s head.

“Please!” she begged through her moans. “Breed me, Clea. Please, please, I n-need it! Breed me!”

Clea smacked her ass. The unexpected pain mixed with the heady pleasure Isabella was already feeling, and she howled in both ecstasy and delirious confusion.

“Mistress,” Clea said firmly, tightening her grip on the leash. “I think it’s time you started calling me ‘mistress’.”

“F-fuck!” Isabella quivered at the sheer power of the word. It would mean so much. Another threshold crossed. Their relationship cemented as dominant and submissive. It was perfect. Perfect for a submissive lesbian like Isabella. “Y-yes, mistress!”

“Good girl!” Clea sounded just as high on the moment as Isabella. There was a kind of wild joy in her voice, like she was all but overwhelmed by the dominant power she held over Isabella.

It was really, really hot.

“Breed me, mistress!” Isabella cried, eager to drive Clea even further into that savage, dominant headspace. “Please - please, I need it! Breed me! Breed me, mistress!”

In response, Clea just snarled. She quickened her pace yet again, pounding her strap-on in and out of Isabella’s body with all of her strength. Isabella’s arms gave way and she collapsed face-first into their bed, only just barely able to keep her ass propped up in the air as Clea wished.

“I’ll breed you,” Clea growled. “I’ll knock you up. I’ll make you mine. Inside and out. Mind and body. All mine. I can’t wait to see you with a big, round, pregnant belly, all because of me. My wife. My submissive. Mine. Mine, mine, mine!”

An image flashed through Isabella’s head, as clear and vibrant as daylight - herself, naked, kneeling beside Clea, with a collar and leash around her neck, a ring on her finger, and a huge, full, swelling belly rounding out her figure.

That pushed her over the edge. She came.

Isabella screamed as the orgasm hit her. Clea screamed too, caught up in the shared energy. She didn’t stop thrusting, though; she pounded Isabella until their screams died, then drove the strap-on into Isabella all the way to the hilt. They were both imagining the same thing: Clea filling her, painting her insides, turning her into the mother she’d always craved being.

Eventually, Isabella’s legs gave way too. She slumped flat against the bed, limp and twitching, her collar still tight around her neck, lost in dreamy fantasy. Clea collapsed next to her and managed to get Isabella’s head nestled into her arms even as her strap-on was still inside the older woman. For a long time, neither one of them said anything. They were just basking in the afterglow.

This was usually the moment Isabella dreaded. The moment the endorphins that sex provided started to fade, and the bleak thoughts started to return.

This time, though, it wasn’t happening. The glow just went on and on, and she was blanketed by thoughts of the warm, happy future she and Clea were going to have together. Jubilant, Isabella turned to look at her girlfriend.

“We should do this again,” she said, a touch shyly. “M-mistress.”

Clea giggled like she couldn’t believe her luck. Then, she stretched forward to kiss Isabella’s forehead.

“Every single day. You bet your ass. And let’s look into setting up those fertility treatments.”

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bowiebond · 1 year

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TW dubcon/mention of SA? (Ace character who doesn’t know they’re ace is belittled into sex — it doesn’t go into detail)

Jason never realising he’s asexual until he marries a girl and goes “oh fuck I waited until marriage like a good Christian boy, but I’m supposed to do the deed now…”

He holds off as long as possible. Makes excuses. Until it’s been months and his wife snaps at him.

“What, is your dick broken or something?! Am I not attractive enough for you? I married you in hopes of having an easy well off life with children that I could put my love into and you can’t even give me that?!”

Jason relents. He has pride and he wants to hold onto it and…well, it’s uncomfortable. It feels nice, physically, but he can’t focus on the pleasure when his skin is crawling, his stomach churning.

She’s gorgeous. Beautiful, really. He knew that. He doesn’t understand why his body doesn’t.

She doesn’t make him do it again for a while. Waits a few weeks but when there’s no positive test, she asks him to try again.

It takes four tries before she falls pregnant, and Jason is relieved. She’s gotten her baby. She doesn’t need him for anything more than a paycheck and a father now. She seems happy with that; he’s come to realise she never loved him. It explained the quick engagement. He had been swept up in his desire for a girlfriend, a wife who he’d come home to and kiss on the cheek and maybe watch a movie with that he never considered that maybe she didn’t want that too.

It feels like a break up, Jason thinks. He’s only been through one before with his highschool sweetheart, Chrissy.

Jason wonders if maybe he’s gay. It’s a thought that makes his gut clench and his throat tighten up. Hell, he even tries to watch some stuff. It does little to nothing for him. He stares hours at his screen, switching between pornos, straight and gay and even lesbian, but nothing strikes him as appealing. He half-considers the videos where men would pet their kneeling boys, interested in the gentle flushes it would induce, but it didn’t stir anything that made his dick hard. It just made his heart race, really, the intimacy of it.

He decides he’s not gay. Just…fundamentally broken. Or maybe he had been born for priesthood, celibate for life. Fuck, that sounded like a good life to him.

So he does it. He joins the priesthood. He’s married, sure, but it’s an easy excuse to why he can’t sleep with her anymore. He’s devoted to this way of life, he told her. To God. And he was. He had grown up looking towards the sky.

After a year, she divorces him. It’s hard, and rocky, but she finds a new man within two years who she actually does love.

He gets a son anyway, Joseph, even if he only sees him three days out of the week and he’s unable to stay the night most days because his mother is clingy regarding her baby. The few times he does get his boy for the night, he curls the five year old into his chest and reads him storybooks until he nods off, all chubby cheeks and tousled blond hair like his father.

He hopes he never grows up. Never gets bigger. Because one day he won’t want to share a bed with his father, be held by him, or even visit because he had his stepdad in the picture and his ex-wife has snippy comments on her tongue about him at the ready always.

But he gets older. Of course he does. Joseph is thirteen when he begs Jason to take him to see a metal band.

“I know, ‘it’s the devils music’, but they’re really good, Dad. Can’t you just do this for me, for once? Mom won’t let me go without an adult and she refuses to go with me. Or let David.” His stepdad. Joseph scowls as he spits the name. David isn’t all that bad, but he refuses to argue with his wife, and it gets on the boys nerves. Jason’s also aware there’s a bit of favouritism when it came to Joseph and their other two kids, Lauren and Peter.

Jason can’t say no. Not when his son is obviously being slighted instead of just being told no by his mother. She could be a real petty woman at times. What did Jason ever see in her?

“Fine.”

“Yes! Thank you, dad!” Joseph is buzzing the rest of the week, even offering to pay for his fathers ticket out of his saved up pocket money since Jason hadn’t been keen, but like hell was he taking his kids money.

“Keep it, ‘Seph. Buy yourself a shirt or something from the concert instead, okay?” Jason ignores that it’s a petty move on his end too. He knows his ex-wife will chuck a fit at their son wearing heavy metal merch, but the idea delights Jason. The satisfaction would be better than sex by tenfold. He would know.

Jason almost regrets coming when he sees the crowd. They’re all draped in black with wildly coloured hair and he feels like a sore thumb with his baby blue polo and white cardigan tied around his shoulders, blond hair swept back. He also feels a tad old for the crowd, but he sees a few men and women much older than him, so at least he knew he wasn’t the only grown up.

God. A priest at a heavy metal concert. What a scenario.

“Dad, dad, they’re coming on stage, oh my god.” Joseph is jumping on his toes, trying to see over the crowd and Jason, who never dropped his strict regime, figured he could chance one evening of carrying a barely teen on his shoulders. Joseph almost falls at first and laughs when Jason clamps down his hands. He’s heavier than he used to be and it makes Jason’s heart (and shoulders) ache.

He squinted over the heads to look at the stage and found himself feeling a strange sense of familiarity as a shaggy dark haired man in black and chains walked onto stage, taking the microphone in hand.

“How’re my undead fans going? You all still alive?” The crowd roared, including Joseph, and it made Jason wince at the volume. The leads voice is nice though, low and just a tad rough around the edges. “Any newbies in the crowd? First show with us?” Joseph cheered along with a few others and the lead laughed.

He pointed at Joseph, the easiest one to spot with his blond hair and elevated height.

“Good to see some fresh faces. Little white sheep here needs a shirt, seriously, you look like you’re about to puke from excitement, kid.”

“I love you, Eddie Munson!” Joseph screamed and Jason’s eyes widened in shock, jaw going slack. He almost dropped Joseph before gripping tighter.

Prays be to God.

Eddie cackled, almost falling with how low he leant back. He swung back up with a weird grace to him, hair swinging forward with the force. He stomped towards the edge and pointed harder at him.

“You — you, kid, you buy a shirt and I’ll fuckin’ sign it, you got spirit, squirt!” He spun around, still laughing as he grabbed the microphone stand. He looked over his shoulder after a moment with wide eyes. “Apologises to the parental figure. But coarse language is advised.” He grinned and grabbed his guitar with flourish, tossing the strap over his head.

“Enough talk, let’s fuckin’ let loose.” The lights shut off with a scream from fans before red bled onto the stage, fog curling around Eddie’s shadowed figure, three more figures making themselves known behind instruments.

“Let’s knock open our Coffin, boys.” The purr rumbles through the speakers, followed by a low vibrating note that makes Jason’s breath hitch and hair stand on end.

The concert is a blur. Jason had taken a few songs to get used to the volume, but he couldn’t lie. They were good. With the crowd, with their instruments — Eddie’s voice could go from warm honey to gruff, animalistic almost, within moments. It was an experience, that was for sure.

“I have to get a shirt, dad. He said he’d sign it. You think he really will?” Joseph is shaking all over and Jason is only mildly concerned. He’s pretty sure he’s shaking too, but it’s in a good way?

“I’m sure he will.” Jason decides he should probably avoid going backstage with his son. Eddie and him hadn’t been…friendly. Less than. Jason had thought Eddie annoying as all hell and he’s pretty sure Eddie hated his guts.

Unfortunately, Joseph’s too young to go backstage alone according to the bodyguard.

“Please, dad? It’ll only be a few minutes, I promise, this is a once in a life time. I’ll never ask for anything ever again!” He begs and Jason had already folded to his whims when he said please.

Seeing Eddie up close is staggering. Makes his heart stop and start and sputter like an old car. When Eddie looks at him, he knows he’s put a name to the face in moments.

“Carver?”

Joseph’s eyes widen as he looks between Eddie and his father.

“Munson.” He greets back. Joseph’s mouth fell open in shock.

“You know Eddie Munson, dad?” There’s stars in his sons eyes and Jason wants to kick his younger self in the rear for being a dick to Eddie because now his son is going to reap what he sowed in his youth.

“I…We went to school together.” He thinned his lips and Eddie was watching him intensely. It made his cheeks hot. He had never been able to hide his embarrassment or shame with how pale he was.

“You haven’t changed.” Eddie remarked, eyeing his outfit with a smirk. Jason bristled at his words.

“And I see you’re still a—“ A scowl was growing but it fell apart when his son spoke.

“You were friends with Eddie Munson, dad?! Oh my god, I can’t believe this, this is the best day of my life! My boring priest dad was friends with a rockstar!” Joseph’s voice cracked, squeaky like every boy starting puberty. Jason’s heart plummeted. Anxiety swirled in his gut as he realised he was about to disappoint his only child, opening his lips to refute his claim.

“Oh, yeah, totally, little dude.” Eddie interjects, grinning. “We go wayyyy back. Best friends, really.” It was a bold faced lie and even his band mates seemed to agree it was a total farce from the looks on their faces, ranging from bewilderment to eye rolling exhaustion.

“Why did you stop being friends then?” Joseph frowned.

“I got busy with my career, obviously!” Eddie gestured to their surroundings. “I didn’t have a lot of time to phone and catch up. Totally my bad, really.” Holy shit, he was really going the full mile on this one. Jason wasn’t sure whether to applaud him or not.

Joseph elbowed his fathers side and looked at him expectantly.

“Maybe you should get back in contact so you have some actual friends. Ones that are cool.” He barely whispered it and Jason’s ears burned.

“I have friends. Everybody at church is my friend, Joseph.” He snipped out between clenched teeth, glaring at his son who scoffed. When had he become such a snarky kid? He used to be so sweet.

“That doesn’t count.”

“I’m too busy, Joseph.”

“You don’t even do anything when I don’t visit—“

“I do so—“

“Yeah but not like, a lot—“

“Hey, quit punching your old man while he’s down. You should know better.” Eddie laughed, pinching at the blond boys Corroded Coffin tee that he had thrown on over the top of his other shirt. “Come here, let me sign this thing. I’ll even add in a Polaroid you can frame.” He winked and Joseph’s eyes sparkled.

“Please!”

“So he has manners when he wants something.” Jason muttered. Eddie grinned and pulled Joseph closer, signing the shirt with his name. He called over his bodyguard to take a photo. Jason stood off to the side awkwardly, waiting to leave.

“C’mon, you too, old pal.” Eddie pulls him in last second and Jason’s pretty sure his wide eyes will be immortalised on his sons dresser, along with the blonds mused fringe flipped up against Eddie’s frizzy dark locks. He looks ridiculous, he bemoans to himself as each member autographs the Polaroid.

“Okay, come on, we have to head home now or your mother will throw a fit.” Jason ushers Joseph to say his goodbyes.

“Tell your wife I said hi, Carver.” Eddie drolls on his way out and Jason huffs.

“She’s not my wife.” And he was glad for it.

Just as they made for the door, Jason felt a hand on his wrist. He jumps and nearly trips over his own damn feet when Eddie tugs his arms around to expose his forearm, squiggling down several digits with his tongue peeking out between his lips, concentrated.

Jason tugged his arm away with his heartbeat in his ears when Eddie caught his eye, grinning.

“Call me sometime. You know. To catch up.” He winked and Jason was thrown for a moment at the gesture.

“Uh…sure.” He cleared his throat and left quickly with Joseph who was gushing about the fact that his father had Eddie Munson’s phone number.

Jason doesn’t intend to call it. So he doesn’t. It’s two weeks later and he’s happy to forget all about the meeting when a familiar face walks right through his church doors.

“What’re you doing here?” He hissed quietly, making his way down the aisle. It was after his service, so there wasn’t anybody except Thomson, who always stayed an extra hour to pray alone. His wife was going through a hard battle with cancer, so Jason never disturbed him. Sometimes, he’d even pray with him, or before bed, he’d pray on his behalf.

“Checking if I burn when I enter holy ground.” Eddie mimicked his whisper, a crooked grin on his lips and hands stuffed in the pockets of his tight black pants. “Seems I’m still safe after fifteen years.”

“How did you even know this was my church?” Jason looked back towards Thomson and huffed, leading Eddie back out of the door and closing it behind them. He wasn’t going to disturb the poor man. “Are you stalking me or something?”

“Your son told me.” Eddie shrugged and Jason blinked a few times.

“How did my son tell you?”

“You didn’t use my number, but he sure did.” Eddie smirked and Jason’s face burned with realisation. Joseph must have memorised the number on his forearm. That sneaky brat.

“I’m so sorry.” He sighed. “He’s a good kid but he’s nosy at the worst times. Gets it from his mother. I’m sure you have plenty of things to be doing instead of entertaining a thirteen year old.”

Eddie snorted.

“Kid worships the ground I walk on. I’m happy to entertain him.” There was a long pause between them, and Jason hated how cool Eddie seemed with it. Jason could never stand the quiet.

“I’m…also sorry about high school.” He forced the words past his lips. He was, to a degree, sorry. He had been a douchebag. His years in service had humbled him greatly, especially with how many folks he met from different walks of life. Becoming a priest had made him reevaluate a lot about himself.

Eddie was still a prick though. He had antagonised Jason just as much back then, even if Jason had had the popularity to back him unlike Eddie.

“Honestly? Me too. We were stupid, teenage dicks.” Eddie conceded and Jason rolled his eyes.

“You were a freak though.”

“And you were a preppy shitstain jock.”

They stared at each other, and after a long silence, Jason’s lip quirked up.

“Forgive and forget?”

“Something tells me if I don’t say yes now, I’ll have to say a dozen Hail Mary’s instead later.”

“Only half a dozen. I can be nice.” Jason shrugged and Eddie cackled, head thrown back.

“God, Carver, man, I never thought this would be how we met again. A priest. I mean, it makes sense, you bible thumper.” He teased, trying to hook a finger under the white band of his collar. Jason smacked his hand away with a huff.

“My church is about sharing Gods teachings and Jesus’ love with people who want it. I wouldn’t call myself a bible thumper. That implies I’m out rallying against gay marriage and abortions in my free time. I don’t care what folks outside my church do. I learnt that early on.”

“Oh wow. You’re all ‘love thy neighbour’, huh?” Eddie seemed genuinely surprised. “Not gonna stone a whore in the front yard?”

“Gosh no!” Jason put a hand to chest, appalled. “If she finds pleasure in flesh, good for her, but I will pass. And perhaps advise her to be safe. And evaluate why she prefers one night stands to a healthy, long term relationship with an active partner and plentiful sex.” He crossed his arms with a shrug of his shoulders and brows.

Eddie laughed. Full belly laughed, bent at the knees and wheezing a little.

“Oh my god! You’re literally — full one-eighty! You’re a whole new guy! This is…god, this is kind of hilarious.”

“You didn’t change, from what I’m seeing.” Jason mused. Eddie grinned.

“Nah. I mean, I grew up, had to to be in the biz long term, but I’m still everybody’s favourite freak.” He joked with a good-natured shrug.

“And now you’re standing outside my church.”

“The kid is convinced we have to reconnect. Be friends again.” Eddie chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m a sucker for kids, man. Can’t disappoint them.”

“Do you have any?”

“Nah. I mean — I could have.” Eddie admitted shyly. “Didn’t work out. Got too wrapped up in my career, couldn’t settle. And groupies, try as they might to convince you I hooked up with them, and knocked them up; I didn’t.”

“Why not?” Jason quirked a brow. “Isn’t that the big things with rockstars? Drugs, music and women?”

Eddie barked a laugh.

“Drugs? Some hard stuff in my youth. Some weed when I need to mellow out during a writing sesh. Music? Ear-aching amount. But I’m proud of it. As for women…” He leaned in closer, voice low as he spoke. “Not really my type.” He pulled back with thin lips and Jason’s heart thumped harder in his chest, his collar feeling too tight.

“I told you. I don’t judge people. Only the Creator can.” He looked up at the clear blue sky. “And he doesn’t make mistakes.” He assured softly and Eddie smiled. “So…you’re gay.”

“Not exactly.” Eddie shrugged, looking a bit shy. “Not really interested in anybody. Not in that way.”

Jason frowned.

“Is that why you aren’t married?” Despite his many rings, Eddie’s left ring finger was bare. “You don’t…can’t love anyone?”

“I do. I can.” Eddie affirmed. “Just, uh, not interested in showing it through…physical means.”

It clicked in Jason’s head then. His eyes widened, lips parted in surprise.

“I see.”

“Must suck. Being a priest. Celibacy and all.” Eddie suddenly said, shifting his stance to something faux-casual. Trying to move the subject off himself and his lack of desire.

“Not really. It’s why I went into it.” Jason admitted, Eddie’s confession making him feel brazen.

“You went into priesthood for…the abstinence?” Eddie frowned, squinting in confusion.

“Well, I had faith, and I was in a marriage I was unhappy in. She had the child she wanted. It seemed like a good option at the time. I’m glad I did it, actually.”

“Wait, just let me— are you…” Eddie gestured vaguely and Jason smirked.

“I’m not gay. I’m not really straight either. I…don’t desire sex. At all.”

“You have a son.” Eddie reminded, like Jason didn’t know.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but…I’m glad I had him, even if I wasn’t comfortable making him.” Jason truly meant that. Joseph was his pride and joy.

“So you’re asexual too?”

“Asexual?” Jason frowned. “Like a plant?”

“No, you, uh…you’re not attracted to anyone. Physically.”

“No.” Jason’s brows furrowed. “There’s a word for that?”

“Yeah.” Eddie chuckled. “There’s a lot of words for a lot of things. I am curious though; do you like anybody romantically?”

Jason thought about it. He had thought he loved his ex-wife. He knew he had loved Chrissy before they spilt. He had had plenty of crushes as a kid and even in his years as a priest, he had pined for two women, and a man for a brief time.

“My heart doesn’t discriminate.” He decided with a soft blush. Eddie grinned.

“I feel you there.”

They stared at each other a long moment and Jason’s heart only raced faster, all too aware of it. Eddie offered him a dazzling smile. The show stopping kind.

“Maybe we should hang out. Properly. I’m pretty sure the little dude is already bragging to all his friends about his uber cool dad anyway.”

“I’m only ‘uber cool’ dad when you’re mentioned.” Jason clicked his tongue. Eddie smirked.

“Obviously. I’m the uber cool part, you’re the dad.”

Jason rolled his eyes with a shake of his head, trying to hide his smile. He was doing a poor job of it.

It took him thirty five years to realise he was asexual, but it took him thirty six to realise he was in love with Eddie Munson.

Go figure. The Lord really did work in mysterious ways, huh?

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fourpapergirls · 2 years

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prime video is killing it

i haven’t posted on tumblr in literal years but decided to come back to scream about two new shows on Prime Video: Paper Girls and A League of Their Own. i will try to keep it short because i could literally talk about both of these shows forever, but guys PLEASE WATCH THESE SHOWS ASAP.

Paper Girls is about 4 girls that accidentally get stuck time traveling and they’re trying to make their way back to their original timeline, while time traveling they come across their future selfs (one who is played by ALI WONG) and... dinosaurs? Yeah this show has a little bit of everything. Paper Girls consists of one season that’s 8 episodes and the runtime for the season isn’t more than about 5 hours cause the episodes are short so it’s an extremely easy binge watch especially after watching the first episode, you’ll be hooked right away.

Now that I have the plot down LET’S TALK ABOUT THE DIVERSITY IN THIS SHOW BECAUSE BOY DOES IT MAKE ME HAPPY!!! Paper Girls has a Black main character, Chinese main character, a Jewish character who’s a LESBIAN!! and ANOTHER lesbian main character. The writers do a great job at making it known that these characters don’t exist JUST for diversity points, each 4 characters are extremely fleshed out and the character development for each one of them is just so good.

Paper Girls will have you laughing, smiling, crying and surprisingly enough it will have you asking yourself many tough questions. It may seem like a show for kids, but I promise you it’s so much more than that.

Now as for A League of Their Own, I’ve never watched the movie with Tom Hanks but this series was also amazing. It’s about a group of women that decide to join a baseball team while other men and women are fighting a war. This cast is amazing and all did a great job at portraying their characters, probably one of my favorite ensemble casts this year.

A League of Their Own is very very very gay. Multiple members of the LGBT+ community were greatly represented in a way that shows how it used to be back in the day, but not making it hard to watch, yeah it got tough at times since the show takes place during a time where being gay was still a crime, but it wasn’t too heavy for viewers in my opinion. The show also highlights how it was for Black women and Black people during a time where they were legally allowed to be in spaces with white people, but just because it was legal it didn’t mean that white people wanted them there.

This is getting a little too long so let me wrap this up by saying to please tune in for both Paper Girls and A League of Their Own on Prime Video, these shows were extremely needed and the people that have watched it so far have had nothing but positive things to say about both of them. Don’t forget to also talk about these shows after watching so that more and more people get to talking about it. I know we’re still hurt by multiple recent cancellations, but let’s not lose these two very important shows too.

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nerdyenby · 1 year

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Blue time :D I’m watching Aimsey

Pregame

Oh my goodness their costume is so swag

“As you can see, I can’t” HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE THE FUNNIEST MAN ALIVE AIMSEYTV???

I’m watching in my university’s library but I burst out laughing when xe took off her glasses, my goodness they’re so silly <333

“Grandpa’s first tweet” HE NEEDS TO STOP IM DYING

“I can’t see, this is gonna be awful, I’m so excited!!” I love them so much

This is way funnier considering I know absolutely nothing about Adventure Time

Skipping to the actual event lol

Shelby <333 I’m so excited for Aimsey and Shelby interactions this event :)))

Elaina jointing the vc at the worst possible moment lmao

“I’m a little bit of a grid runner” fbm is so cool /g

Holy crap I’ve never heard Shelby say fuck before, I wasn’t prepared

Parkour Tag

I love this team’s energy

“And if we win, we can laugh at them”

I love them so much, the hype, the positivity, the humor is everything

YEAAHHHHHH aimsey and shane surviving???? Hype!!!!

Rocket Spleef

Aimsey popping off!!! Can’t believe he only learned how to elytra hop a couple hours before the event, she’s doing great!!

Sands of Time

They were all so upset, stars should’ve called them transphobic, do it

The blue key is under the hourglass Shane ;-;

He figured it out don’t worry

Aimsey’s comms are supreme, I’m so proud of xem <33

Legit, dunking the last place team is such bm

I’m so glad they’re all hyping Aimsey up, she was having such a time but this team has superb synergy <333

Sky Battle

“It is a great day to be on blue bats, we have gotten every game we don’t want” “Ohana means family” HELP??????? SHANE 😭

You’re doing amazing Aimsey, you’re incredible and handling your overload with such grace. If you somehow see this I want you to know that you should never be ashamed to stim on stream, it makes me and so many others feel normal and even watching it is so calming, we love you so much king <333

“Is anyone good at bridging?” “No!!” “Firebreath, are you good at bridging?” “NO, it’s the only thing I’m not good at” peak comedy, honestly (also we love a man who owns both his strengths and his weaknesses <3)

Aimsey killed 3 people?!!!! THATS MY STREAMER

SHANE POPPED OFF HOLY CRAP!!!!

BLUE BATS FIRST PLACE <33333

Wow I can’t believe Aimsey is exploiting best friend privileges, smh /j

The absolute property value of MCC29 Blue Bats’ sky battle round 2 <33

BLUE BATS SKYBATTLE COMEBACK!!!!

Blue bats pvp main, real and true!!

Ace Race

Something about them just talking music makes me happy :)

Aimsey’s vod is muted so I skipped to the end but she did so well!! Xey popped off!!!!!

Shane 3rd!!!

LITERALLY WHY DUNK BLUE

Can’t believe Tubbo’s sexist AND homophobic, smh

Battle Box

“Feminine rage but it’s just me yelling at MCC every ten minutes” so true aimseytv

Them shout-singing All Stars <333

“I’m killing Sniff, lesbian on lesbian crime” *kills Sniff* “LESBIAN!!!!” I love them so much

Aimsey is popping off, holy crap, he’s literally slaying

Elaina and Aimsey tag teaming H was crazy

“I’m going straight despite me loving women” Elaina my beloved!!!

Shane getting exactly 1000 coins is crazy

Grid Runners

That light the lamps was CLEAN

Aimsey running headfirst into the walk was so head empty of them /aff

Golf references???

That final room would stress me out live but it’s so clever and fun to watch

THIRD :D that room feels so long but they killed it!!

They KILLED the mob room!!

8th!!!! :D

TGTTOSAWAF

Second team!!!!!

Aimsey :((

I hate georgenotfound, I don’t even care, he sucks

FIRST FULL TEAM!!!

Them all hating on Reddit culture and then AIMSEY GOT SECOND?!!!!!!!!

THEY GOT FIRST?????? THOSE ARE MY BLUE BATS <333333!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SIXTH!!!!

What is with fbm and getting the same individual rank as the team?? This happened at least twice this event lol

Guqqie protective girlfriend mode <33

Dodgebolt

“You know Reddit, just because majority of a team is afab doesn’t mean they’re bad players, fuck you” SAY IT LOUDER!!!!!

“Of course I’m proud of Aimee. Aimee could’ve come in last and I would’ve been proud of Aimee” I could cry they’re so sweet <3333

Guqqie saying she’s babysitting us lol

“Aimee got 26th overall?! Look at him go!! Aimee is a really good MCC player and it makes me sad when people put them low” real and true <3

There is so much sexism in the MCC community, it’s absolutely disgusting and it needs to get talked about more. People treat afab players like death sentences for teams without even treating them as individuals. I’m so glad Guqqie is talking about it because so many people don’t acknowledge how horrid it is.

As they say, “it’s very cool that people take these competitions so seriously but I don’t think it’s an excuse to be cruel towards people. Take that passion and use it positively, not negatively.”

GOD Guqqie stop spitting so many facts you’re giving me too many quotes /lh

Guqqie talking about how balanced the teams are and how good of a job Scott did <33

#mcc #mcc 29 #mc championships #mc championship #aimsey #shubble #elainaexe #firebreathman

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xirayn · 1 year

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Let Steve be in the Band: The Prequels

Let Steve be in the Band (Eddie and Steve Against the World series on AO3) is obviously canon divergent so I will be doing some scenes from before Like Biting Bats (Very Metal).

Feel free to send asks or message me or @aibhlynn about whatever you want filled in.

It was a typically slow Thursday at Family Video. Steve had spent the time before using his break to pick up Robin up from school watching Brat Pack films between processing returns, cleaning, and politely ignoring that Mr Thompson was renting porn as he did every week during school hours. Now, Oxford Blues was playing as Steve leaned back against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest and his head slightly cocked as he checked out Rob Lowe. The actor is objectively attractive; especially when his character doesn’t remind Steve of Billy fucking Hargrove. If Lowe was a woman, he would definitely be Steve’s type: expressive eyes, supple lips, dark hair-

“How did you know you-” Steve hesitated. Robin had never actually used the word ‘lesbian’ to his memory, so he wasn’t sure if he should. Queer was definitely out of the question. He still needed to apologize to Jonathan for that. Other things, as well, but they were both very good at not talking to each other. He settled on, “-weren’t attracted to men?”

“How did you know you weren’t?” Robin shot back from the documentary section.

Steve shrugged a single shoulder. "I don't."

“What!” Robin scrambled to the counter. She braced herself with spread arms as she gaped at Steve with a strange mix of disbelief and delight shining in her eyes and curling her lips. “Steve Harrington, you enigma of a human, enlighten me on where that thought came from.”

“I just-” Steve took a breath. Hearing Robin’s frustrated rants about being outed and the fear that underlied them made him feel like he needed to be having some crisis. He wasn’t, though. Nothing changed about him if he was attracted to men as well as women. “I never considered it an option before.”

“And you are now?” Robin had dropped so that her head was propped against a fist with the arm of her other hand folded beneath her chest. The way she studied Steve made him feel like one of the artsy films she liked to analyze.

“Obviously.” He rolled his eyes and moved to rest on his elbows across the counter from her. “Dustin had this whole speech about moving on from ‘primitive constructs’ and dating someone I enjoy being around. Of course, he said that all while trying to get me to date you-”

Robin’s nose wrinkled. “Gross.”

“Yeah.” Even if Robin was interested in men or Steve was a woman it would be like dating his sister. “But between that and knowing you I’ve started to think maybe I’m missing the one because I’m not even looking at them.”

“Alright, well-” Robin clucked her tongue a few times. “Sex is important to you in a relationship- I mean having it not the whole-”

“I get you.”

“You do and that scares me sometimes.” Her hand left her cheek to flick his nose. “Anyway, I think the big question is if you would want to have sex with a man. For you. Other people might be perfectly happy with a strictly romantic relationship.”

“I know.” It was one of the many things Robin’s ramblings had brought to Steve’s awareness. He tilted his head as he considered sex with a man. It definitely wasn’t something he was opposed to. “Rob Lowe could get me there.”

“O-kay!” Robin smacked the counter with both hands then turned to go back to work. “Think about it without me around.”

“Bon Jovi”

“Stop.”

"That guy from WarGames."

#steve harrington #bi steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic stobin #stranger things ficlet #let steve be in the band

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frostandflamesfanfic · 2 years

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I'd Like to Try...Fruit Sorbet (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader)

I'd Like to Try...Fruit Sorbet (Rated T)

Request?: Lol no but I'm back baby!

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Slight language, Steve Harrington being an idiot (if that's a warning), just pure fluff

Summary: Working at Scoops Ahoy with Robin and Steve was probably not the best decision for your summer break. A lesbian crush, working at an ice cream parlor, and nothing else to do for the summer would surely end in disaster… right? Co-written with @mischief_and_mercy on AO3 (please go check them out!).

You chewed on your lip as you watched Robin from the table you were half-cleaning. Despite the obnoxious happy go-lucky music playing above you, you couldn’t help but curse yourself for not plucking up your courage. Your eyes followed her as she stared at Sinclair’s little sister with those blue eyes you fell hopelessly in love with. Everything about Robin you loved, from her raspy voice, to her sandy-blonde hair and the freckles that spanned across her nose and cheeks.

You hadn’t known her for very long. When the Starcourt Mall opened that summer, you had applied for the position. Yet when an impromptu sleepaway camp activity came up, you had been forced to miss new employee orientation. Lucky for you, that meant you needed training from the light-haired captain of Scoops Ahoy herself (much to Steve’s chagrin). You were actually surprised that the hours you spent together went by so fast.

It was just so easy to be around Robin. For the first time in a long time, you felt free to be yourself out in the open, instead of hiding away behind a shield or in the janitor’s closet with Lisa Baker.

“I want to try the cherry cheesecake,” Erica Sinclair’s voice ripped you from your thoughts and half-hearted attempt to scrub out whatever crap a child had managed to get stuck on the table. Her arms crossed over her chest and she raised an eyebrow in challenge.

“You’ve already tried that flavor,” Robin rasped out, a flicker of annoyance etched on her features. “Twice.”

“And I’d like to try it again,” came the sass of the dark-haired girl on the other side of the counter. “What’s the saying? Oh, yeah. The customer is always right.”

You sighed heavily as you laid your fist into your cheek. Despite being annoyed by possibly the most frustrating customer on planet earth, Robin still managed to look like your dream girl.

“Steveee,” she half-screamed, half-hissed your other co-worker’s name.

The little window swung open to the side. “Still a little busy back here,” the fluffy-haired head of none other than Steve Harrington popped into view.

“Well, it’s your turn ,” Robin whined, obviously wanting nothing to do but run away from this small child terrorizing her with samples that she’s tried a million times.

“Ask the trainee,” Steve replied simply before lowering his voice to say something you couldn’t entirely comprehend. You did see Robin swing a hand against his arm before he disappeared again into the backroom with a low chuckle.

Suspicion rattled through your frame. Steve was well aware of your crush on Robin. He was too perceptive to not be. Your heart immediately started palpitating and your palms were sweaty. Heat rose to your cheeks, immediately making you want to slam your head into the nearest wall if it hid your blush.

Turning your attention to the spot on the table, you dug your nail into the rag to scrub at the spot left behind. Everything was so sticky, hence the table duty you had been assigned. While you were happy with the benefits and discounts you got, the stickiness was something you hated dealing with. A hand on top of yours snapped you out of your thoughts. Before you realized who had out their hand on yours, you jerked your hand away. Too little too late, you realized it was Robin. Talk about an oops moment.

“Hey there, sailor,” she teased. “Did you go overboard again?”

“Uh, I- uh, s-sur- maybe?” you stuttered, too distracted with the racing thoughts inside your head. An unending loop of shetouchedmyhandshetouchedmyhandshetouchedmyhand .

Your eyes came into contact with shiny silver as Robin held up her stainless steel ice cream scoop. “You’re on scoop troop now,” she said simply, placing the utensil in your grip before she made her way to the backroom.

“Oh God, absolutely not,” you said, chasing after her. Your hand latched around her wrist as you forced the scooper back into her hand. You tried to ignore the intense feeling of sparks under your skin at the contact. “We’ve been over this, I do not work with small children. Especially aggressive small children that will not hesitate to annihilate everything about me.”

“Well I’ve been working with the aforementioned aggressive small children for the past hour and haven’t had the chance to take my company policy mandated lunch break.”

“Make Steve do it!” you exclaimed. “He’s the one eating a freaking banana when his lunch break was thirty minutes ago! It’s his turn to actually do something that’s not sitting around socializing with a child half his age.”

There was a muffled sound of protest at your remark as Steve choked on his most recent bite. “I am working!!”

“Yeah, sure you are, banana man,” you snarked as you stuck your head into the backroom. “Hey, Dustin, Steve has to work. He can’t spend his time decoding a stupid Russian transmission or whatever. Teenagers aren’t going to get any glory whatsoever. Steve, ice cream. Paycheck. Helloooo.”

“You told her?!” Dustin exclaimed, staring at the former high school pretty boy in utter betrayal.

“Dude, I said nothing. I swear.” Steve crossed the banana over his chest in silent promise.

“You two have been screaming at each other for the past thirty minutes. Steve, stop listening to the music! ” Quickly, you changed your voice to match Steve’s. “ Well I can’t help it dude, it’s right there in front of me. ”

Robin rolled her eyes and sighed, her gaze locked onto your own. “How are we stuck with these two dinguses?”

“Because we have the worst luck in a coworker and coworker’s said friends.”

“Why couldn’t Steve have just applied to the Gap?” she bemoaned to you, taking a bite of her sandwich.

“I’m too classy to work at the Gap,” Steve said as he ran a hand through his hair. The famous hair, which you really wanted to douse in whipped cream just to have a field day with his reaction. Of course, his girlfriend of the week would kill you for it.

“Sure, Steve,” your female coworker deadpanned.

“What was that sure for?!” he snapped as he brandished his banana peel at your overly-sarcastic crush. The banana left in the peel may have landed on someone. And that someone might just have been Steve.

“Dude,” Dustin reached up to flick the fruit from his friend’s hair. “Don’t worry about the Gap. You’re totally too good for that place.”

“Even if it does have really hot babes there,” Robin added with a wink.

Steve stared at her before wrinkling his nose. “Ewugh,” he finally said before he disposed of his mostly-eaten banana. “Anyone who shops there in the first place isn’t my type.”

“Pretty sure Nancy shopped there,” Dustin remarked.

“I’m not dating her anymore, am I?” Steve said before snatching the scooper from Robin’s hand. “And because I’m just such a great coworker, I’ll take Sinclair’s devil little sister out there.”

Speaking of Sinclair’s devil little sister, she was currently banging the hell out of the bell at the front.

“Alright, alright. ” You couldn’t help but let a small smile slip at the sound of annoyance in Steve’s voice as he disappeared to work behind the counter. Served him right for teasing you all the time about how pathetically sad you were when Robin wasn’t on shift.

Dustin quickly took the hint, snatching the tape with the walkman and going to sit at the newly-cleaned table. And… you were alone with Robin. You weren’t sure whether you should cheer or have a panic attack and cry. On one hand, you could actually… talk to her. Maybe have a good conversation. Feel out if she felt the same for you, which is to say, well, closeted. Fruity. Whatever choice of words that makes you feel better. On the other hand… she could reject you and you could end up a town pariah. What could you even say? “Hi, what do you think of the weather? Oh, by the way, I’m in love with you and want to take you on a date?” Please. That wouldn’t be your style even if you had the charisma of Steve Harrington, Jason Carver, or hell, Billy Hargrove, combined.

“Sooo….” Apparently your brain decided to choose torture. It wasn’t the first time your brain had done so without your permission.

“Hm?” Robin hummed through a mouthful of peanut butter and jelly.

“Uh… What’d you do last weekend?” Well. That was a sorely pitiful attempt at conversation. You knew what she had done last weekend, because she was working with you. You mentally cursed yourself. “I mean, after you were done with work. Because obviously you were here last weekend. Working. With me. We had just gotten that shipment of the new flavor that sold out? Not that that’s a problem or anything. Am I rambling? I feel like I’m rambling. God, for an ice cream shop, it really is hot back here. Are you sweating? I’m sweating.”

Robin looked at you with her blue eyes that you loved so much. She said your name through a mouthful of peanut butter and jelly, finally taking the time to swallow part of her lunch. “I took a nap,” were the first few words out of her mouth. The next were, “I word vomit too. Like a lot a lot. I mean, I don’t know about you, but you get talking and then you can’t stop and this is absolutely bonkers, like why can’t I just shut up and now I’m worrying that you’re mad at me for word vomiting even though you just did it. It’s really hot in here. I’m sweating too. Why’s it so hot? It’s an ice cream shop. It should be cooler.”

You couldn’t help but release a puff of nervous yet relieved laughter at her words. “Word vomit. I like that.”

Robin’s eyes dipped to your lips quickly and then away so fast that you had no idea she even did it in the first place. A light pink dusted her cheeks as she shoved the rest of her peanut butter and jelly into her mouth.

Heat rose to your own cheeks, forcing you to recognize you were blushing too. “So…a nap,” you tried again for reasons beyond your understanding. “Sounds nice. Wish I could afford to take a nap.”

“Oh, I failed a test the next day,” she said as she wrapped her lips around the water bottle she had brought. You could practically feel the stopping of the circuits in your brain as you gave a small gulp of your own. You were done for. Death by Robin. You’d gladly have it written on your grave if she’d kiss you once before it got you.

That’s the funny thing about love, you thought to yourself. It’s a sickness and it really only has one cure. But it’s one that everyone wants to have.

“Thank God for extra credit,” she said as she pulled her lips away from the water bottle. This is most definitely how you were going to die. Her lips were covered in the water from the water bottle, leaving a bright glisten. “Although, I’ve read Our Town like three times already. You’d think Mrs. Johnson would give me a different thing to read by now.”

“Yeah… Yeah definitely.” You had no idea what she just said. She could have asked you if you committed a murder and you would have no idea. “That piece is like…sooo freshman year.”

Quit staring at her lips , you snapped at yourself. Did you? No.

“Do you know Oscar Wilde?!” she asked quickly. You almost winced at how your thoughtless remark made her practically light up.

“Uh… sure,” was your only response. But then again, were you an academic? No, that’s why you were scooping ice cream to make money for your pitiful two-year degree at the local community college.

Robin then proceeded to ramble about the musty poet. As much as you loved to hear her talk about her interests, you had absolutely no idea what or who she was talking about. It didn’t matter to you, though. You could listen to her talk for hours about anything. She could tell you the sky was purple with pink-polka-dotted clouds and you’d believe her. You nodded along, your eyes still refusing to make eye contact with hers. Fingers in front of your face and a snap later, you were blinking furiously at Robin.

“Y’know,” she said teasingly before pointing to her eyes. “My eyes are up here, honey.”

Yep. You were absolutely going to melt into a puddle on the floor. Honey. She called you honey.

“O-oh. Sorry,” you barely managed to stutter out. “Was just thinking, I guess.”

Robin took a slow step towards you, closing the gap between the two of you. Your face burned even more as you tried to comprehend the little space that stood between the two of you. “But staring at my lips? That doesn’t seem like ‘just thinking’ behavior.”

“People disassociate when they’re lost in thought,” you weakly argued. “Doesn’t mean I was staring.”

“Ever since I drank from that water bottle, you’ve been staring… barely paying attention… and you’re bright. red,” Robin said, her lip twitching at the corner. She was clearly amused by the state you were in.

Please let the ground open up and swallow me whole now, you mentally pleaded. There was only so long you could deny it. “I uh,” you tried again. “I was just thinking about which of the new flavors I wanted to try tonight before we close up.”

It was a Scoops Ahoy employee tradition. Whenever new flavors came into the shop, your rag-tag trio would lug the tubs into the glass case and play ice cream roulette. Usually you and Steve would get stuck with the grossest flavors, but you didn’t complain. Robin’s laughter at both of your grimaced expressions was worth any kind of torture.

“Mmm… I’ve seen you think about that before. You stare at the cheesecake tub every single time. This… is something different.” Robin leaned closer to you, a clear smirk on her face. “Is there something you’d like to tell me, honey?”

“Uh…” you cleared your throat. God, it really was getting warmer in the backroom. Your eyes flickered over to the thermostat on the wall. It was still set at the proper temperature, no way near the sauna you were currently feeling. “I think…I’d like to try a different flavor this time.”

You could practically taste Robin’s lip balm at this point, its artificial cherry scent filling your nostrils. “Something… fruity?” she said, her eyes glinting with unsaid mischief. “Maybe a fruit sorbet this time?”

There was no way. This couldn’t be happening. Robin Buckley, of all people. You tried to ignore it, but the sparkle in her eyes made it impossible to believe otherwise.

Your crush was completely and totally gay.

You felt a flush burn at your cheeks as the realization struck you like a freight train. “You’re- You- I- We-” you stuttered, trying to begin a coherent sentence that would make sense outside of your scrambled-egg brain.

Before you could say anything else, the taste of artificial cherry overwhelmed your senses. The warmth of Robin’s hands cradled at your jaw sent indescribable shivers throughout your body and you itched to be able to pull her closer. You felt her lips twitch into a smile as she kissed you quickly, but gently. Time stood still for a moment, leaving you to feel a wave of sadness crash over you as she pulled away.

You blinked at her slowly, unable to control the next few words that flew out of your mouth. “Movie… Friday at eight?”

A smirk tugged at Robin’s lips as she glanced at the clock behind you. When you turned to look as well, you noticed it was close to closing. “How about I get you that ice cream first?” she asked.

“As long as I get the good flavors.”

“For you, honey, always.”

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Authors' Notes (yes, plural!):

mischief_and_mercy (Sylvie): Hey y’all! I’m back with yet another collaboration with my best friend (: I hope you’ve enjoyed, I know I sure did writing it (then again, anything with Elowyn is a great time). Please leave a like or a comment (or both ;D) if you loved it! If you see my fic on tumblr, it should only be posted by the lovely friend down below.

frostandflames (Elowyn) : I’m alive!! Haha, yeah, I know, great way to come back, huh? This time, it’s safe to say that Sylvie and I have found a new obsession. Bet you can’t guess what it is~ Anyway, this has got to be one of my all-time favorite collabs I’ve done. Robin is just so much fun to write (well, the whole ST universe is fun to write for), but it was even more so to write with my best friend!

As usual, don’t forget to leave a like, comment, and a cheeky reblog if you want to see more fics like this on our profiles. I promise I’m going to be uploading more of my work soon- life has just been…life. Until next time, see you soon, little sparks!

#stranger things fanfiction #frostandflamesfanfic #stranger things imagine #stranger things fic #stranger things #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #robin stranger things #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley fanfiction #steve harrington x platonic!reader #steve harrington is best hype man #steve harrington is an idiot #please take this as an offering after being gone for two months #writing collab

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infinite-hearteyes · 1 year

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#SaveWarriorNun

(contains spoilers for Warrior Nun, Killing Eve, The Haunting of Bly Manor, The 100)

Well, here we are again.

If I’m being honest, this kind of not quite unexpected disappointment is becoming really fucking tiring.

Less than 24 hours ago, I read the news on Twitter that Warrior Nun had been cancelled by Netflix. I've already cried, a bunch of times. I've felt hopeless. And I'm angry. Fuck, I'm mad...

Barely a month after its second season was unceremoniously dropped onto the streaming service without so much as an ounce of promo by Netflix, any hopes for a third season have been stomped into the ground. It’s hard to believe we had to sit through a 2,5 year wait between season 1 and 2 only for this to happen…

2022 certainly seems to be challenging 2016 for the title of ‘worst year for wlw television’. For me, the year started off with the ending of Killing Eve. Being a show that had unapologetically showcased a queer lead from its very beginning, I must admit I had quite high hopes for how they were going to wrap up this story. Admittedly, the quality of the writing had certainly slipped since its incredible first season, but still. There were so many ways in which they could have brought the storylines of Villanelle and Eve to a close, that I really thought they would’ve had it in the bag. It didn’t even have to be a ‘happy’ ending in order to provide a passionate (and largely queer) fanbase the closure they craved.

A great example of queer tragedy being done right, to me at least, is The Haunting of Bly Manor. It portrayed the death of Dani in a way that was incredibly truthful to the overall storyline, but also to her character arc. It wasn’t there just for shock; it wasn’t a simple plot device to push another character’s storyline through. It was tragic, and it was beautiful. Moreover, I would point out that Bly never showed Dani’s actual death on screen, which to me, is another huge difference. It showed a sense of respect, not only for her as a character, but for us as the audience too. Whether that was intentional on the writers’ part or not, I definitely appreciated it. Did I still cry my eyes out for an hour after watching the finale? Yes, obviously. But it felt right.

The writers of Killing Eve season 4, however, clearly did not have this kind of respect for their audience or characters. As someone who was part of the fight against the Bury Your Gays trope back in 2016, it felt like they watched episode 3.07 of The 100 and said, “you know what, we should do that too”. The utter carelessness with which they showed Villanelle and Eve what happiness could be like for them, only to rip it away from them (and us) mere minutes later, was disgusting. And on top of that, unbelievably unoriginal too. Lexa and Clarke, anyone?

So that was the start of 2022 for me. Villanelle’s death left me feeling like nothing had changed over the past 6 years since Lexa, as though we were back at square one. Of course, that’s not quite the case, but the hopelessness that comes with seeing this occur over and over again is certainly quite exhausting.

Then came along one of the most campy tv shows I have ever watched: First Kill. Did I absolutely love it? No, not really. But was it a fun watch when I wanted to shut off my brain for a second? Definitely. Besides: campy, cringey, young adult series are found all over the place, and it was great to get to have that for the lesbians too! Unfortunately, it received nearly no promotion from Netflix (hmm, anyone seeing a pattern here?) up until just before it aired. After that, people went crazy over it. Was it the best show ever? Nope, but not everything needs to be! Not that I’ve ever watched it, but how many seasons is Riverdale at again? It was silly, and weird, and over-the-top, and super super gay. Which, of course, sealed the deal for Netflix. Can’t have a successful show about a bunch of lesbians, now can ya?

During the rest of this year, it’s felt like every other week, you’d hear about a new cancellation of shows centering sapphic, bipoc and trans* characters and storylines. I’ll admit, I haven’t watched many of them, because, well… Hard to commit to a show when you already know what to expect.

And then, Warrior Nun came back. Oh boy, was I obsessed with this show when season 1 came out back in 2020. I was going through a rough patch (who wasn’t, this is 2020 we’re talking about) and this show was a great escape. Although I was at first doubtful because of its title, once I saw a preview, I was sold. I think I pretty much binged all 10 episodes. After that, I joined the (absolutely lovely) cast, crew, and the bunch of us viewers that had fallen in love with these characters, for the weekly WarriorNunWednesdays. Those nights, watching and live-tweeting along with everyone, certainly made it obvious just how much these people cared about the show. Interacting with the incredible actresses, writers, directors and crew was fantastic. One of the few positives about that time in my life, truly.

Of course, there was a long wait for season 2. But I was okay with that, because holy shit, we got a season 2!! And in the end, wow, what a season 2 we got! More gorgeous locations, awesome stunts, perfectly paced character development… what’s not to love? I was super invested in the storyline and the characters, who each were fully fleshed out and lovable in their own ways. And Avatrice, oh, Avatrice… The type of quality slowburn that I generally seem to only be able to find in fanfiction. Such incredible chemistry between these women, and oh my god, the dancing scene in the very first episode?! Mindblowing.

Was I pissed at the lack of promo from Netflix? The fact that it was left completely up to the fans and the cast to take up that work? … I think you can imagine my answer to that by now. But we did great! Let that be very clear, and allow yourself to be proud of that: we supported this show beautifully. And did y’all see those ‘hours watched’ for each week?! All the awesome reviews, and the audience score?! We. did. great.

Unfortunately, and I think it’s pretty clear by now, Netflix probably never had any intention to renew Warrior Nun for a third season. They don’t care about these delicately told stories, these awesome queer women leads. They have no interest in gorgeous cinematography, or insane stunt sequences. And they certainly don’t give a damn about passionate fans. It sucks that the likes of Netflix hold so much power in this industry, when all that should be important is quality creative storytelling. Fuck you, capitalism…

It’s sad, and sometimes infuriating, that it never feels like you can fully enjoy a show because of the constant threat of cancellation. But we fought well. And if there’s any chance left, we won’t stop fighting, I know that. This show, and these people, deserve nothing less. I’ll repeat that which we were all saying back in 2016: we deserve better. Don’t forget that.

If you’ve gotten this far, thank you for sticking with my rant. Know that we can and will bring change to this tv landscape. There are so many of us, so many who care. Seek out community, take care of yourself and others. Let yourself feel all the feelings that come up. Cherish what you love, keep being creative. It will get better. Yeah, cliché, I know, but it will.

To quote Emily Andras: “Everyone’s happy ending is unique. Don’t settle until you get yours.”

In this life or the next…

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