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munsonsbabygirl · 2 years

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pretty hot

part 2: even hotter | part 3: hotter than ever

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: You want the lead guitarist of the new band playing The Hideout, and he wants you too.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, some plot but mainly smut, p in v sex, handjob, oral (m receiving), face fucking, semi public sex, kinda rough sex, cum eating?? idk (lmk if i missed anything!)

wc: 3.9k

a/n: my first smutfic!!! pls let me know what u think, feedback is highly appreciated! other than that, enjoy my horny late night thoughts.

(photos found on pinterest)

You don’t really care much for the live bands that your boss hired to play at the bar most nights. Most of them are mediocre at best, just teenagers looking for some extra money, or washed up old timers trying to relive their glory days.

But judging them isn’t your job, your job is to serve shitty bar food to drunk patrons, occasionally flashing a little more skin to bring in more money. It’s not your dream job, but every so often, you come off a shift with a nice wad of tips that would most likely go towards rent and bills.

You don’t care much for any of the bands, except this new one—Corroded Coffin. Mainly their lead guitarist.

—

You're restocking napkins before opening when the band stumbles in loudly, arms laden with music equipment.

Normally, you don't pay the bands any mind, but when you happen to glance over, you clock in on one of the members immediately. He's taller than the rest of his bandmates, broad-shouldered with a head of wild dark hair and equally as dark eyes that meet yours from across the dingy bar in a split second.

"Hi," He calls, raising a ringed hand in greeting. "We're supposed to be playing here tonight?"

You merely shrug, jerking your chin over at the tiny stage area. "You guys can set up over there. do whatever you need to."

He nods curtly, gaze lingering on yours for a tad longer before offering you a wicked grin and herding his bandmates towards where you'd gestured at.

You try not to watch him as he moves smoothly around the cramped space, plugging in amps, testing mics, tuning guitars, all while fooling around with his bandmates and looking strangely attractive doing it.

But you can't help it. your eyes drift back over to him every so often. He's different from all the sleazy, greasy drunks you've seen in this dump of a bar, as cliche as it sounds, and that's what piques your interest. You're not sure if it's the ripped jeans or the leather jacket, or even the wild mane of hair framing his face, but your attention is caught.

No, he's definitely hot.

"Uh, excuse me?" You're so deep in your own thoughts you don't notice that he's made his way from the stage to where you've been refilling ketchup bottles behind the bar until you hear his voice from right in front of you. Your eyes flick to meet his kohl lined ones, and your first thought is how fucking good he looks with eyeliner. Maybe even better than yourself. "Hi."

"Hi." You echo, praying that you don't sound too breathless. "What's up?"

"I'm Eddie. Munson.”

“Nice to meet you. Y/N.” You reply, arching an eyebrow at him. “Can I help you with something?”

“Me? Nah, I just wanted to introduce myself to the hottest girl in here.” He smirks, leaning on the sticky countertop.

You look around at the dim bar. Eddie’s band is goofing off in the corner, and your coworkers are out back taking a smoke break before opening, so his effort at being suave kind of falls flat. “I’m the only girl in here, Eddie Munson.”

“Yeah, I see that now,” He cringes, head hanging low in defeat for a split second before popping back up. “There goes my attempt at impressing you with my witty charm, huh?”

“Charm, not so much. Wit? I’ll give you a solid B plus for delivery.” You laugh, and he perks up instantly, beaming proudly. He seems into you. That’s good. You mirror his propped up position on the counter, although your low cut top proves a worthy distraction for Eddie’s attention. You notice his not-so-subtle glance down at your tits, then the bob of his Adam’s apple as he gulps and tries to make it look like he wasn’t looking at them. “So. You’re in a band. Tell me about it.”

“Well, we’re, uh, we’re called Corroded Coffin. We’re mainly heavy metal, but we can do a few classic rock songs. Mainly just covers for now since we’re still in the writing phases.”

“I can’t say that I know much heavy metal.”

“Maybe we—maybe I can teach you some things.”

“Maybe you can,” You hum, tilting your head innocently at him. You’re not talking about heavy metal anymore, and you both know it.

Eddie’s cheeks turn pink, but he does his best to hide it. Clearing his throat forcefully, he raps his knuckles on the bar, then jerks his thumb over to the stage area. “I should—I’m gonna…soundcheck.”

“Go ahead.” You shrug, but your eyes tell a different story. Your eyes are saying things that he knows he can’t say out loud. (hint: you want him. Double hint: he wants you too.)

“I’ll be back.”

“I’ll be here.”

—

Eddie’s eyes barely leave yours during Corroded Coffin’s set, and even less so as the band is packing up their instruments. It only takes them a few minutes to get everything squared up and tucked away, but it’s agony to wait until everyone trickles out of the bar.

One of his bandmates orders a round of celebratory beers that you get to bring over to them, purposely reaching across Eddie to pass one down and giving him a full view of your chest. You even go so far as to let yourself brush against him on your way back, which he damn near chokes on his drink at.

You keep tabs on him as you mill around clearing tables, watching as he constantly shifts around in order to hide the hard on you can definitely see from here. He somehow convinces his bandmates to leave without him, muttering some bull excuse about needing to stay to iron out some money details before next week, and they eat it up without a second thought.

When they finally leave, Eddie beelines towards you instantly, only coming to an antsy stop mere inches from you as you clear off a table. As soon as you’re done, he pushes his way between you and the next table, snatching the dish tub out of your hands and shoving it haphazardly behind him.

“Did you like it?” He asks breathlessly, letting his fingers sneak under the hem of your shirt.

You nod. “‘S good.”

“Good. I’m glad.” He mumbles, leaving no room for further discussion before he pulls you flush against him. You can feel his boner against your bare thigh, and you smirk, grabbing his hand and pulling him in the direction of the back exit.

He's so pretty, you think, as you're stumbling out the back door with Eddie pressed against your back. The fenced area behind the bar is secluded, so you probably won't get caught unless someone made it a point to come out here, which nobody ever did. Even so, there's just something about fucking Eddie out in the open air that seems exhilarating. Maybe it's the thrill of possibly being caught, or maybe it's just because you haven't gotten laid in a while. Either way, Eddie's the perfect solution to all your problems.

He's really fucking pretty, you think, as he pushes you gently against the brick wall of the bar and cages you in with an arm on either side of your head. As his dark brown eyes glint in the moonlight and the smell of musky cologne, sweat, and a tinge of cigarette smoke invades your senses.

No, he's really fucking hot, you think, as his mouth finally closes in over yours in a searing kiss, all teeth and tongue with no hesitation. You can taste the beer he'd downed right before this, and also something minty. Gum, maybe.

You don't have time to contemplate it any further before Eddie's kissing down the column of your throat, the warmth of his lips against your cold skin sending a shiver through you. One of his hands manages to trap both your wrists, and he presses them above your head as he sucks a bruise onto your neck. His tongue darts out to soothe the tender spot right after, and you can't help but let out a shaky breath. He's good. He knows what he's doing.

You know what you're doing too. You want to show him.

You tug him away from your neck, enjoying the way his brows crease in confusion when you do. Sinking down on your knees, you drag your hands down his chest, along his stomach, all the way until you’re eye level with his handcuff belt buckle, fingers immediately going to undo it.

"What—what are you doing?" He mumbles.

"Gonna suck you off." You say casually, looking up at him innocently through your lashes. Eddie's mouth falls open just the slightest bit. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah. yes, that's—shit, that's definitely okay."

"Good." You manage to loosen his belt enough to pull his jeans down around his thighs. There's more tattoos here, you notice, each of them more interesting than the last. Maybe you'll ask him about them another time, if there ever is another time. His boxers are sporting a rather prominent bulge, and you ghost your fingers over it gently, a smile curving your lips when it twitches at your touch. "I've barely touched you, Eddie." You tsk, voice teasing.

"Can't help it. You're hot.” His answer is so simple, yet sends a flutter through your cunt.

You finally tug the offending material down and his cock springs out, slapping against his stomach. He's bigger than you thought he'd be. It looks painful, all angry red and rock hard, beads of precum already gathering around the tip. Eddie curses when you run a finger along the vein running almost his entire length, his hips involuntarily bucking.

"Such a pretty cock." You hum, tapping the base of it with a cheeky grin.

"Thank you. Now can you—can you do something? please???"

"Whatever you want, rockstar."

You wrap a hand around his length, pumping him quickly. Eddie's eyes squeeze shut with a hitched breath.

"Fuck," He breathes, his hands forming into fists at his sides. Barely ten seconds into a handjob and Eddie feels like he could explode. Not cool, dude, he thinks, keep it together. You rub your thumb across the slit of his dick, smearing the precum along his tip before licking it—not too hard, but just enough to send another jolt through him.

Your hand works him expertly for a while before ceasing in jacking him off, and Eddie's cock jumps, both at the loss of contact and the cold night air now that the warmth of your hand is gone. His eyes fly open, glancing down at you with a frustrated expletive threatening to fall from his lips.

You take his whole cock into your mouth without warning, and he cries out at the feeling, throwing his head back against the brick. He's warm and heavy against your tongue, almost too long to fit into your mouth entirely, but you make it work. His grunts and moans are making you wet—you can feel your arousal dampening your panties the longer you suck him off.

Eddie's fingers come to grip the back of your head, holding you firmly in place as he bucks his hips against your mouth suddenly. Not expecting it, you gag, one hand flying up to clutch at the rough denim of his jeans as his tip hits the back of your throat. He retreats instantly, loosening his grip on your hair.

"Shit, sorry, i didn't mean to—"

"Do it again." You mumble, dragging your nails lightly down the backs of his thighs.

"What?"

"Fuck my mouth, Eddie."

He gulps, gaze taking in your wide doe eyes looking up at him whilst your spit slick lips are hollowed around half his cock. "Yeah. Okay. I can—sure."

Eddie thrusts into your mouth again, tentatively at first, like he's testing out the waters, then with more enthusiasm when he sees that you're really, really enjoying it. After that, it's like his hips have a mind of its own with they way he fucks your mouth. Spit bubbles around your lips as he does, sloppy, wet sounds only spurring him on even more.

Your eyes water, your nose nudges against the smattering of coarse, dark hair at the base of him, but honestly, you don't hate it. Especially not with the way his eyes are blissfully squeezed shut.

"Jesus fucking Christ, you're good—ah, shit, shit, fuck, Y/N. Baby," He moans in rhythm with his every thrust. He's the one doing the work, but he's giving you all the credit, which is fine by you.

Baby. The pet name makes your thighs clench, even more so with the rasp in his voice as he utters it over and over again.

It doesn't take long for Eddie to shoot his load, and he does it without warning, warm ropes of his cum painting the back of your throat as his hips stutter to a stop. He pries his eyes open to see you gazing up at him through your lashes, milky white on your tongue for a split second before you swallow it. He thinks he might cum again at the sight of it.

You inch your way up his body, straightening up to your full height before mashing your lips on his in a rough kiss. He tastes himself on your tongue as your mouth moves against his fiercely, and he's instantly hard as a rock again.

"D'you have a condom?" You ask breathlessly, trailing down to bite at a soft spot right under the sharp angle of his jaw. Eddie doesn't even hasten a response, just fumbles in his pocket for his wallet and pulls out a wrinkled foil packet. You can't help but stifle a snort of amusement at his eagerness, plucking it out of his hand. "Didn't think you'd actually have one."

"Well, you know what they say. wrap it before you tap it." He mumbles sheepishly, tongue darting out to lick his kiss-swollen lips.

"Wrap it before—you're a dork. Shut up." You order, meeting his lust-blown gaze with a smirk as you tear the packet open with your teeth. Eddie shuts up instantly. His breath hitches even more so when your hand wraps around his dick again, pumping it a few times before expertly sliding the condom on.

His fingers hook into the waistband of your skirt, but linger. "Wait, I just—are you sure you're okay with this?"

No matter how much Eddie wants to fuck you into oblivion, he won't until you give him the go ahead.

"Eddie. I just gave you head, and let you fuck my mouth. I don't know how much clearer I can be."

"I know, but—"

You fix him to the spot with a pointed look. "I need you inside me. now."

Shit, you don't have to tell him twice.

Eddie shifts your panties to the side (thank Ozzy for skirts, one less piece of clothing he has to get through), lining himself up with your entrance and taking in a deep breath that comes back out as a sharp exhale as he sheathes himself inside you slowly. It feels...well, Eddie can't quite come up with the words to describe how you feel, that's how good you feel.

He bottoms out, balls pressed flush against the slickness of your cunt, and he stays there, sinewy muscles taut as he braces himself against the wall behind you.

"Oh, fuck," He bites out, feeling your fingers link around the back of his neck. "Okay, going now."

He really is the biggest dork, telling you when he's finally about to start fucking you, but you don't mind. You think it's cute. Or, you would think it's cute if he weren't balls deep inside you right now.

"Eddie," You whimper, his name falling from your lips more like a plea than anything else as he rocks into you. His pace is immediately relentless, hips snapping against yours so quickly you think you might collapse if not for his hands pinning you against the rough brick wall, fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips.

There would probably be bruises where his hands gripped you, but if it meant he'd keep fucking you like this, you couldn't bring yourself to care.

"You like that, huh?" He hums. You just clench around him in response, making him let out a deep, guttural groan. "Jesus, you feel fucking amazing. Squeezing around me like that."

Your mind is so scrambled you can't even produce a coherent response as he fucks you mercilessly, so you resort to giving his dark curls a harsh tug.

Big mistake.

"Oh, you want it harder?" Eddie growls. "I can do that." Without wasting a second, he shifts his feet into a wider stance, one hand coming down under your thigh to wrap your leg around his waist. It allows him to plow deeper into you, so deep that you're sure you can feel him in your stomach, his cock nudging against the spongy spot inside you that had you seeing stars.

The other hand shoves under your shirt, under your bra, and squeezes your tit, the rough pad of his thumb circling over your beaded nipple over and over. It sends a spasm straight down to your cunt, which just makes you clench around him even more. Eddie groans, in heaven from the feel of your velvety walls tightening around his cock deliciously.

"Fuck, Eddie, you're so big—oh my god, yes, yes, right there," Your moans only egg him on even further, encouraging words giving him the strength he needs to fuck up into you even faster, so fast that his balls slap against your skin with every thrust. Your arousal makes a lewd squelching sound every time they do, and Eddie swears it's the hottest thing he’s ever heard.

You don’t even know how long he fucks you for, the only thing your mind is focused on is how fucking good it feels. How completely inappropriate this is. How much you don’t want to stop.

“You’re just a horny little thing, aren’t you, baby? Yeah, you just want me to fuck you til you forget your own name, don’t you?” He mewls against the junction of your neck where his face is shoved into, nipping at the sweaty skin until you let out another borderline pornographic moan.

The feeling of his teeth biting into you, coupled with the intensity and speed of his cock spearing into you, it’s enough for you to start inching your way to your climax.

“I—I’m almost, oh my fuck, I’m gonna—I’m gonna cum,” You cry, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes at the pure pleasure of it all. Eddie inhales a sharp breath when your cunt squeezes him again, because shit, he’s almost there too. But he’s dead set on making you cum before he does, so he starts to rut against you faster, harder, with more determination than he’s ever had in his life.

You let out a strangled scream, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the flexing planes of his back to find something, anything to hold onto as he fucks you ruthlessly. “Please, please let me—feels so good, Eddie, please!”

You're ascending into the astral plane, you've died and gone to heaven (or hell, probably), you're going up, up, up, until—

"I'm gonna—shit, fuck, I’m coming—" Eddie’s low grunts are punctuated with shorter, sharper thrusts as he reaches his high, flooding the condom with his warm seed, so warm that you can feel it inside you. And that's what sends you over the edge, like a roller coaster finally going over its biggest drop. "Oh, baby, c'mon. Come for me, you got it. Let go."

Your eyes roll up into the back of your head in unbridled ecstasy, legs trembling with the force of your orgasm whilst Eddie continues to fuck you through it. When you've finally reached the bottom, you can't even bring yourself to open your eyes, head lolling onto Eddie's shoulder in exhaustion. He slides his palm over the nape of your neck, up the back of your head, supporting it even though he's weak now too.

"That was..." You mumble, voice muffled against his jacket. You don't even have words to describe it.

"Yeah," He agrees, chest heaving against yours. The two of you stay like this for a while, Eddie still sheathed inside you as you both recover from what just happened.

When Eddie finally does pull out, you instantly feel empty. You can also feel your cum rolling down your leg, but he's quick to scoop it up with two fingers, taking them into his mouth hungrily before sliding your panties back over your wrecked cunt. They’re absolutely soaked now, but it’s not something he needs to concern himself with. "You taste heavenly, baby."

A shudder runs through your body at his filthy words, but you’re still too exhausted to formulate a witty retort. All you can do is lean away from him in a fruitless attempt to fix your extremely disheveled hair.

Eddie tries again, ducking down to meet your downturned gaze. "You look real pretty all fucked out like this, y'know," He croons, trailing a pale hand down your flushed cheek. His cold rings feel nice on your hot skin. You give in, rolling your eyes at him playfully.

"Shut up."

He just chuckles, kissing the side of your head softly, surprisingly soft for someone who just fucked you into the next lifetime. “We should do this again sometime.”

“We should.” You agree, extracting yourself from the cage of his arms with a pat to his leather clothed chest. “I’ll see you next week, Eddie Munson.”

“Wait, that’s it? I just had the best sex of my life and all I get is a ‘see you next week’?” He splutters, nearly tripping over himself as he yanks his pants back up around his waist. “That’s so not fair, Y/N, come on.”

“I have to get back inside to close up. Sorry.” You say simply, but the pleased smirk gracing your lips tells him you’re enjoying his floundering a little too much. Eddie huffs, raking a hand through his sweaty hair.

“I see how it is. Okay.” He straightens out his jacket, frowning, and you know he’s a little upset, so you close the distance between the two of you (very shakily, you might add—you’re a little unsteady on your legs from the sheer size of him), slotting your mouth against his in a kiss. It’s softer than the ones during sex, but still firm.

Eddie’s hand immediately slides around the back of your neck again, biting at your lip and taking your gasp as an opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth.

You pull away from him before it can get too heated, loosening your grip on the front of his shirt with a dazed smile.

Fishing the pen out from behind your ear (how it managed not to fall out during your escapade with Eddie, you have no godly clue), you wrap your hand around Eddie’s wrist, scrawling your phone number up his forearm messily. “Call me. Before next week, preferably. But if you choose not to, I’ll just see you then.”

“I’ll call you.” He says quickly—too quickly. Damnit, Munson, play it cool!

“Good to know. Bye, Eddie.”

“I’ll be back.” He repeats his words from earlier, although this time, they mean something different this time. I’ll be back for you.

“I’ll be here.” I’ll be here for you too.

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bisluthq · 3 years

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Hey! I'm fairly new here and I have a pretty uncommon take on Kaylor. But I just wanna start off by saying I try my best to be as supportive of LGBT people as possible and if they're both bisexual, then I would be 100% okay with that! I'm not trying to "defend their heterosexuality" or anything, I think that's really weird

Okay, so my personal theory is that Kaylor did happen, but that Taylor and Karlie are both straight. I know that might sound contradictory, but I say this based on my own personal experiences based on how I am with my best friend. I think Karlie and Taylor's relationship might have been similar in some ways to ours

Right, so I'm straight and I'm not into women in the gay kind of way (but it's completely cool that some girls are), and I have this roommate who's gorgeous. Really gorgeous, she's like a 10/10 "I would sell my kidney to look like you" kind of girl. She's very attractive, she has like tan skin and long legs and gorgeous brown hair and pretty eyes and nice lips and just like… she's just very good looking. I'm definitely jealous of her body, I won't even pretend I'm not 😪 I lowkey hate her because of it (jk)

We've been living together since not long before COVID started, and we're very good friends. There were three of us before, but our other roommate went back home to stay with her parents until in person classes are back on and we agreed to it and worked something out because she has really bad anxiety so we understood her reasoning for it

Anyway so it's just been us two and because we've been at home a lot during this time instead of out for most of the day like before, we've gotten to know each other a lot better and have become a lot closer. We were already friends from before, but now we're like super close besties, we've been hanging out a lot together and playing board games, watching movies, helping each other with essays, just having long conversations about anything and everything, etc

Like it's been so nice having a best friend that I can be this close to now because I haven't had a best friend since I was a kid

So my friend and I were having like a conversation last year about how hard it's been in quarantine not being able to go on dates and how we miss kissing people, and so we decided to just like, make out for fun you know. I mean, there's not really anything that's inherently romantic or sexual about making out, that's just society that says that. But tbh I think making out with your friends if you want to should be normalized, it's fun and it can even be emotional sometimes. It's not that different from hugging people

After a couple of weeks or so, I think we got bored of just making out with each other and decided to like, fully hook up. It started off because we were modelling lingerie for each other for banter and were pretending we were each other's runway judges and then I think we just decided to hook up with each other as like part of the whole "game". I can't remember who initiated it now, I think it might have been me as a joke lol

Like just in a platonic way for fun, as a kind of substitute until we can go back into society

And tbh I always expected hooking up with a woman to be like mediocre and boring and awkward, but although it was a bit hard to get the hang of at first and there was a learning curve, it's actually very enjoyable. Like I was very surprised actually at how hot it can be, I think I can maybe see why bisexual women and lesbians like doing it

Anyway we both liked it and we just carried on hooking up on the regular and it's been like 8 months now and tbh I just think it's very sweet and heartwarming, like it actually makes me feel a little emotional how we're close enough and care about each other enough that we can even help each other out with the physical intimacy side of things so that we don't get sexually frustrated while we're stuck in lockdown

I just think it's really cool and we even sleep in the same bed most of the time now because tbh what's the point in sleeping alone when you can sleep in the same bed as someone else? It's nicer, like you can cuddle and stuff

Anyway, I think that maybe Kaylor's relationship might have been similar. I think they're both straight but they became really close friends in a short space of time, and that their friendship was so intense that it became physical but in a platonic way

I think lesbians and bisexual women are amazing and I have so much respect for you guys for accepting yourselves in a society that tries to erase you, and I think there definitely needs to be more wlw representation on TV and in movies

But at the same time, I would also like there to be more close female friendships like the one that me and my friend have where you can just talk about everything together and do things that society usually reserves for romantic partners, but in a platonic way. Because female friendship is really important and beautiful, whether that's between straight women like me and my friend who I think is probably straight too, or between queer women because one thing I've learnt during my short time on this blog is how queer women can have very close platonic friendships with other queer women too

I think society just has overly strict ideas of "straight" and "gay". Like for some people, they would hear about two women sleeping together and think "Oh that's gay", but not necessarily because straight women can enjoy sleeping with other women too, like it's normal 🤷‍♀️

I think it's just a result of women being a lot more physically beautiful than men are, like straight women really got the short end of the stick tbh compared to straight men

I also think it's because women are so oversexualized in the media, and obviously straight girls see that too and so we sort of internalize that attraction to women because we're so used to seeing women being presented in a sexual way? Except it's not real attraction with us like how it is for queer girls

Like I'm very much "attracted" to my friend, she's genuinely stunning and just very hot tbh. But I still identify as straight because it's just a case of what I mentioned above, it's a "fake" attraction. And also because men are afraid to compliment other men because it's seen as "gay", but women can be fully confident in their sexuality and still recognize other women's beauty and sex appeal. You see it all the time in instagram comments, and I really love how we're all so supportive of each other like that

Like I can be fully confident in my sexuality and yet still say that some women like my friend are gorgeous as hell and also 100 times better looking than most men I've seen. I'm very much obsessed with some women's appearances but in a platonic way

And I just love the concept of "girl crushes" and I think that from a feminism viewpoint, it's beautiful that we're focusing on other girls and showing love towards other girls too, instead of just to men who, let's be real, don't even fully appreciate it half of the time

I am going to be sad when we all have to return to life as usual and my friend and I won't be able to spend as much time together anymore. I'm dreading it tbh, I don't want it to end yet. And it really sucks that the physical side of our friendship will probably have to stop too once our other roommate comes back because I think she'd definitely misunderstand the situation and think it's something different than it actually is if she ever saw us kissing or something. I really am going to miss it a lot though, I really like how things currently are and it's just really really nice and I don't want it to change :/

Btw I'm sorry if I sounded fetishistic or offensive with any of this, I just get a bit jealous sometimes that you guys get to date girls and we're just stuck with men. Honestly if it wasn't for all of the homophobia and the struggles that you all have to face and the fact that it would feel disrespectful to the LGBT community, I would probably really wish I could change my sexuality to be bisexual or gay instead because I just think women are better. Sometimes I really do wish I was into women in that way because dating girls just sounds so much more appealing to me (in a non fetishizing weird way) but unfortunately I'm stuck with dating men 🤦‍♀️ But I also know I'm lucky and privileged to be straight even though most men are mediocre and kinda gross and I don't mean to be disrespectful because I know you all have to face homophobia and other LGBT difficulties and it really sucks, people are awful. There's nothing wrong with women dating women or men dating men at all, society is just ugly and bigoted

Anyway, does anybody else have a similar sort of take on Kaylor where they think they could have both been straight and just had a very close friendship with a physical side to it? I think it would explain a lot. But like I said, this is just a theory of mine based on my own situation, and I'm also open to the idea that it was an actual relationship and that they're both into women for real, not just fake "into women" like I am.

Also pls feel free to call me out if I accidentally said anything offensive towards LGBT people, I tried my best but if I made a mistake anywhere pls let me know and I'll avoid it next time!

You’re not offensive. Please stop apologizing. And we’re gonna come back to the Kaylor stuff another time because... Honey. You and I need to have a conversation for a bit.

So firstly, I’m not trying to like “diagnose” you and at the end of the day it’s your choice what you want to call yourself but... tbh you might not be straight. Sexuality is fluid not static and exists on a spectrum not in absolutes. It’s not like it’s straight, 50/50 bi, gay and you’re born knowing and there’s no room for anything else. That’s not true. There’s a lot of room in between all of these and labels can change over time. We’re people, not cereal brands, and sometimes we don’t even KNOW the word for what we might be. I’m tagging a tag for you from when we asked people to share their label journeys for you to see. It’s not simple or easy and it’s not just because of external stuff - it’s because figuring this out internally is HARD. If you found yourself having such an intense friendship it became physical, repeatedly, you liked it a lot, you still sleep in the same bed and continue to share all your thoughts and you don’t want any of that to end... I’m not sure you’re Kinsey 0. And I think you might lowkey have a girlfriend dude.

You can obviously prefer men but like... hun I reaaallly don’t think you’re completely straight.

Also: it’s okay to say “I see myself winding up with a man and this is a situationship for right now!” but that doesn’t make you straight because again, sexuality is a spectrum and you can manifest a particular kind of endgame while experiencing other things along the way.

But here’s where you really got me: “most men are mediocre and kinda gross” and “women being a lot more physically beautiful than men are, like straight women really got the short end of the stick tbh compared to straight men” because that’s the kind of thing I used to say in my Bi 1.0 era before I ID’d as a lesbian for a bit and before Harry Styles (KING 🥺) made me bi for real. Hun, no. Straight women like men. Tbh BI women like men. I genuinely, unironically, find Harry and Timmy and Matt Smith to be sexy beasts and I would do dirty things to the former two but maybe not the latter irl in 2021 but yes also him if I could be on that Spain trip with him and Karen where they got sloshed and which I think of often. These men are genuinely fucking beautiful to me in the same way Taylor is and Di Silvers is (okay she’s prettier than all of them but like same ~vibe) and like Megan Thee Stallion is and Indira Varma in everything but especially GOT and Gillian Anderson and Keira Knightley. Like those women are HOT to me and SO. ARE. THE. MEN.

Straight women find SO MANY DUDES hot. So many. Starting from objectively pretty options I just cannot personally understand like Chris Evans all the way through to bitches who are outchea simping for wrestlers and Cole Sprouse. Do I understand? No. But like... that’s straight girl culture and ours is not to judge.

If you’re struggling to find men hot then... you might be gay.

Also, I’m not sure what you mean by “fake attraction”. Like queer women - especially femme women which I assume you very much are - experience the same kinds of feelings straight girls do. We have women we want to be like and look like and find enviable (me and Oenone Forbat) and women we find aesthetically gorgeous (me and Anya Taylor Joy) and we have extremely close female friends who we can spend hours on end spilling our guts to - as you say female friendships are truly special - and without going into personal people that you don’t know, that’s me and Cam and Sim right? I literally talk to them for hours. Like those are not gay feelings. And yes we can chat about those kinds of feelings with straight girls and call them “girl crushes” and not immediately get “caught out” because they experience this exact shit too.

But here’s the thing. They never do and I don’t want in the cases above to fuck these women. It’s not sexual.

The moment I can actually imagine fucking the women in question that’s... gay.

Like it’s not “fake attraction” it’s literally just gay. That’s how we desire women. We want to fuck them. Not all women. Not always. But sometimes we want to get under or on top of one and just really truly fucking make each other moan with pleasure.

I have no idea if Karlie or Taylor are into women. They could both literally be straight. I have no idea.

But I have a better idea about you.

Hun, you’re fucking your roommate/best friend and don’t want to stop.

You’re not “into women”.

You’re into this woman.

And possibly into women more generally.

So I know it’s weird to have to be the one to tell you this, and if you want to keep chatting via anon or in my DMs or if you want me to try collate resources for you from around the web but...

Like.

Dude.

You’re a whole ass part of the rainbow.

Welcome to the community you thought you weren’t a part of earlier today 🌈 ❤️

It’s nice here, sure there’s homophobia, but at least we get to fuck girls and man is it good.

#agony aunat #share your label journey #roommate anon <3

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