#one day they will kiss and be openly gay

[s0akie]

They're gay your honor

Characters are:

Feichín {He/Him} @mountainmoth 's dnd fairy lil shit [affectionate]

Heemba {He/Him} my dnd firbolg big sweetheart (a lil shit at heart [still affectionate])

#they're on good talking terms yall #one day they will kiss and be openly gay #gayer than they are right now at least #they shall become unstoppable #they already took over my braincells #original character #soakie's ocs #d&d art #d&d character #d&d firbolg #dungeons and dragons #digital art #d&d shenanigans #d&d oc #aartsy

[helenhuntingdon]

Casually made a playlist inspired by The Newsreader and Tim & Dale.

With tracks from The Newsreader, fanvids and fics (I’ll share the fanvids - see Ao3 for the fics!) and just 80s queer music!

See also: The Newsreader’s Official Playlist.

And this Tim/Dale Playlist and adorable Tim Ahern playlist.

#the newsreader #dale jennings #tim ahern #playlists #links #can't take much credit for this or anything just compiled songs the newsreader has used and the fandom has used! #also is there a helen playlist #her taste in music is chef's kiss #would make one if no one else has or is gonna #also link me any other newsreader playlists if there are any #this isn't too serious or anything I just like the songs!!! #kinda wanna add untouched lol #the first song on all these is kyrie it's great tho it's our running up that hill lol #I did make myself emotional tho it's the 80s gay music ugh it's so important it's literally history ok #the tim playlist uses video killed the radio star which is gr8 haha #glad to be gay is ofc tim at that point tho the singer is actually openly bi now so could be dale some day~ also a reminder there that ppl c #change or take time to figure things out (learn your queer history it's neat) #ended with freedom for polyamory lol #I may add more ie australian music

[luxlightly]

What's so powerful about the new WWDITS episode, especially watching it a second time, is the moment with Guillermo on the float, beginning to enjoy himself and eventually getting very into the festivities. Because Guillermo, and we as the audience, definitely are led to believe that Sean is just using this event as a cheap way to win a minority vote. Guillermo feels he and the others are being propped up as tokens by people who don't know or care about queer people and are embarrassingly obvious in their lack of understanding. This isn't a pride parade. It's a fake. A sham. For political gain. On the float, he feels like a spectacle. Like something meant to be gawked at or laughed at. Then, he looks around and realizes that this is real. It's messy and it's cringe inducing and it's haphazardly thrown together and it's real. It's completely earnest. Sean openly admits to frequently trying to kiss Lazlo, all the vampires are openly queer. The people here aren't trying to take advantage of his identity and his community. They ARE his community. When Sean says he the vampires are heroes to him and his wife for being "the gayest thing on the block", he means it. They are so unabashedly and proudly, loudly queer in a way Guillermo has never felt safe to be. And Sean thinks that's incredible and brave and heroic. And, he suddenly realizes that he's not a token gay in a fake parade, to be gawked at. He's the center of a float , meant to be showcased. To be put on a pedestal and admired. Surrounded by other queer people all cheering for him and dancing and singing and yelling "I am proud! I am proud!" Because they are proud. Of themselves, of their lives, their love and relationships, and of him. And he feels proud. Maybe for the first time ever. Not for what he can do. Or what he could one day be. But of what and who he is right in that moment. That's what pride is all about. What an absolutely beautiful episode. Which is a WILD statement considering it also included a sentient doll trying to lose her virginity and Nandor falling from space, ass naked, in front of a crowd of people.

#what we do in the shadows #wwdits #wwdits season 5 #what we do in the shadows season 5 #spoilers #wwdits spoilers

[diazsdimples]

Evan Buckley being bisexual is so much more to me than a step closer to Buddie and here's why.

Evan Buckley being bisexual is the representation we are so lacking in today's media, of a man, in his 30's, who has been marked as a "ladies man" since day one, finally able to be authentic and true to himself as he learns and grows through this journey.

The reason this is personal to me is as follows.

I have always been into men. To the extent that I never really had to come out as gay as it was just... known, ya know? The grass is green, the sky is blue, James likes dick. I am gay. BUT. In the last 2-3 months, I've been having feelings that maybe I might not be? For years I've only been interested in men. I am married to a man!!

But then, a singular woman came along, was extremely hot, and fuck, my entire identity of being gay and solely into men was spun around and fucked bodily against a wall. And it was scary. It still is! This is the first time I've like, openly acknowledged that yeah, I think I'm bisexual, without feeling like I'm going to panic or freak out, or feel like I have to deny it.

And then, imagine going through all this, questioning your identity, suddenly seeing women (plural, this has been lifechanging) in this new light, as not only people I desperately want to be friends with and work alongside, but also maybe have sex with? Whilst still being married TO A MAN!!! And now, sitting there minding my own business, watching my happy little wee woo show, and Evan fucking Buckley, the man who I relate to most, kisses another man and realises that fuck, he might be bisexual too?? To see my own experiences reflected on TV at the same time as I'm experiencing them??

I genuinely wept.

Because now, Buck and I get to explore our bisexuality at the same time. And I feel a little more confident to do so, because seeing this on TV is like the breath of validation that I needed. It's okay to come into your own later in life (I say at 23 but still), it's okay to not have everything sorted in your teens, and it's okay to just be yourself.

Because that is what Buck is doing, and I'm going to do it too. Thank you, to ABC, Oliver Stark, and Evan Buckley for giving us - giving me the representation and the validation that is needed.

#james says things #personal #i guess this is a coming out post? #idk man #this is all still so new to me #oliver stark #evan buckley #911 abc #bisexual #evan buckley is bisexual

[letters-to-lgbt-kids]

My dear lgbt+ kids,

I have been openly living as a trans man for some years now. And I'm at a point where it doesn't take up so much mental space anymore.

Don't get me wrong: I certainly do not mean "it doesn't matter anymore" here. I am not a "just call me whatever pronouns, I do not care" person and I don't think I ever will be. Nothing wrong with feeling that way, it's just not how I feel. Being adressed with my name and my pronouns is still important for my mental well-being, and it still triggers feelings of dysphoria when people misgender me.

Even apart from misgendering: My identity is still important, and it always will be! Being trans is not some small thing that loses its importance over time. It's who I am. Being a man - and having grown up in a society that told me I wasn't - influences the way I experience everything in my life (from my self-image to my relationships with others to... well, everything).

What I do mean here is: Before coming out to others, and also before coming out to myself and accepting myself as a man, there were naturally a lot of questions running circles in my brain. Why do I feel so sad when adults tells me I'll grow into a woman? Why does it cause me so much stress when mom tells me to put on a dress? Why does it make me so euphoric to use masculine scents? When I try to picture myself kissing a boy, why do I see two boys? Ah, I just learned trans people exist, why does this fascinate me so much that I can't stop thinking about it? Am I creepy for being so fascinated by them? I'm older now, why is that sad feeling not going away? Why is it only getting worse now that I have "grown into a woman"? Why do I keep getting this horrified feeling that I took a wrong route somewhere and was never meant to arrive at "woman"? Wait... could this mean I am trans? Is it too late to realize I am trans at my age? Can I really be trans when the whole thought of even just considering surgery feels overwhelming and scary? Will I ever be ready to actually come out as trans? I really want to get married some day, could I even find love as a trans person? Can I ever be happy in a relationship if I hide who I am? Can I go on living in the closet? Okay, I am trans and want to come out, is it safe to do that? Will my family still love me? Will I ever be brave enough to come out to people outside of my immediate circle? Will people take me seriously? Will people hate me? Will I regret coming out? What if I fuck up my life?

Well, I came out and the world didn't end. All these questions, I either found answers to them or they just dissolved over time - and that frees up a lot of energy and mental space. The space that was occupied by these questions and concerns is now available to me again.

I do not wonder if I am a man anymore. I just am one. It has become something that is just self-evident to me. It goes without saying - or without conciously spending time thinking about it. Of course I am a man, of course I am Oliver. Who else would I be?

We all have a limited amount of things we can focus on, and many trans people share this experience that over time they do not need to focus so much on it anymnore. But this is not unique to the process of figuring out you are trans - in the sense that a cis gay, bi, ace etc. person could also relate to this, but also in entirely non-lgbt-specific ways. Think about a person prepping for an important exam for example. A lot of their energy and mental space will be tied up in exam related questions... which obviously will not be a permanent state. After the exam, they will naturally no longer by preoccupied by wondering how the exam will go!

I'm telling you all this because one of you asked me if I struggled with coming to terms with being a trans man - and this is my very long way of saying: Yes, I did (and it's pretty normal to do! It's a really big realization about yourself!) but struggling isn't a permanent state.

You'll find answers to some questions, some questions will just fade away. You'll figure things out.

With all my love,

Your Tumblr Dad

#lgbt

[katiesbowlcut]

YELLOW JACKETS HEADCANONS | them being jealous

summary: they notice you getting a little too close to another one of the girls, this is how i think they would react to the feelings and emotions that would tag along with it

pairings: nat, misty, taissa, shauna, vanessa, lottie x afab wlw reader

format: headcanons

warning: jealousy, swearing?, suggestive ig

lowercase intended! not proofread! y/n used!

natalie

- stops speaking to you

- starts going hunting without you

- when you would hunt together she’d ignore you

- gets mad if you talk abt whoever she’s jealous over

- you’ll eventually ask her while you’re out why she’s being so weird with you

- she shouts at you

- you shout back

- “what so you’re mad you’re not the only person i talk to???”

- “no i’m mad because i’m not your fucking person!”

- your argument turns into a love confession on her part

- she starts crying

- she gets really embarrassed and runs back to the cabin

misty

- would be BEYOND upset

- she’d think that she had done something wrong

- overthinking it way too much

- was she not good enough for you? even after everything she’s done for you?

- would go a little crazy ngl

- she would confront them and basically interrogate them

- would ask things like “what are your intentions with them?” and stuff like that

- coincidentally after that she wouldn’t see them near you anymore

- i’m fact they’d always make sure they are as far away as possible from either of you

- you literally have no idea what happened you just assumed you two just drifted

- yayyy misty wins again!!

taissa

- she’s been watching you from afar ever since you joined the team

- she’s scared to be openly gay, would people resent her? would they even care the she likes women?

- she’s actually been making an effort to talk to you as much as she can

- whenever shauna was the one giving out the cards for the chores that day she’d beg her to make sure she saved her the closest one to you

- however when you start spending a lot of your time with van, everything changes

- van is openly gay, just like you are

- is it offensive of her to assume you’re dating just because you’re both gay?

- whenever she would speak to you she’d ask about van

- “we’re just friends tai, i swear”

- “sure you are” she’d laugh it off as if she wasn’t genuinely trying to figure out what was going on between you two

- one day tai is out getting water and when she turns around to head back you’re just standing there

- you very quickly explain that you have feelings for her and that’s why you’ve been with van so much because you’ve been trying to figure out how to deal with them

- she drops the bucket of water and pulls you in for a quick yet passionate kiss

- “take it you feel the same?”

shauna

- she’d be so jealous

- my god you better watch your back

- she’s so scary

- the glares she’d give you both when you’re talking? lethal.

- the things she’d write about the person she’s jealous over in her journal? vile.

- she would be really quiet and weird around you

- it would make you very uncomfortable

- one day she puts her journal away and doesn’t balance it properly on the wooden beam

- it falls sometime after she’s left the attic and you just so happen to stumble across it while searching for her

- you stare down in shock at the cruel things she’s been writing about someone who was only considered a friend to you

- you are that into the journal that you don’t hear someone coming up the ladder

- shauna sees what you’re doing and charges at you, snatching her journal from your grasp

- she shouts at you for reading her journal

- you honestly don’t really listen, too busy admiring how hot she is when she’s mad

- you eventually can’t hold yourself back and pull her in by her hips as close to you as possible

- you share a lust filled, rough kiss

- god you’ve wanted that for so long

van

- she’s not really a crazily jealous person

- she’s a hell of a lot more chilled out than the rest of the girls

- but when you start ditching sneaking out of the cabin with her to sit and read under the covers with misty? oh boy things change

- she’s never felt like this before, she could feel it in her chest how furious it made her to see you with someone else

- she would make sooo many sarcastic jokes about you both

- “they’re probably off snogging misty somewhere”

- you’d overhear one of her jokes to the girls and actually get pretty upset

- at some point later that night you’d drag her outside to explain the way her comments made you feel to her

- she feels terrible

- it was never her intention to upset you

- she admits her jealously got the better of her

- you have a very heartfelt conversation about the way you’ve both been feeling recently

- obviously a love confession

- let’s just say you walk back into the cabin holding hands, everyone pitching in an “ooo la la” or a whislte

lottie

- we all know my girl got some problems

- lottie is very protective of you

- always wanting you by her side

- so when she starts to notice that instead of attaching to her side, you’re attaching to nats, she goes a little crazy

- she’d honestly say some bullshit about how the wilderness wants you to stay with her at all times

- “lottie, you can’t be serious right now”

- “y/n i can’t ignore my visions”

- “we wouldn’t want to upset the wilderness now, would we?”

- at that you fold and agree to stop spending so much time with nat, even if you know it’s just lottie trying to act like it doesn’t bother her that you’ve been giving someone other than her attention

- nat is just in disbelief that her strategy to get you back worked

a/n: hope you liked this, this is my first ever time writing fanfic so don’t judge pls! lmk what you’d want next :)

#natalie scatorccio x reader #lottie matthews x reader #taissa turner x reader #vanessa palmer x reader #misty quigley x reader #shauna shipman x reader #yellowjackets #lottie mathews #natalie scatorccio #vanessa palmer #taissa turner #misty quigley #shauna shipman

[batboyblog]

My Super Gay/Queer Reading List

The Long Run by James Acker

Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli

Another Dimension of Us by Mike Albo

Wonders of the Invisible World by Christopher Barzak

Alan Cole Is Not a Coward by Eric Bell

Alan Cole Doesn’t Dance by Eric Bell

The Darkest Part of the Forest by Holly Black

In Other Lands by Sarah Rees Brennan

Felix Yz by Lisa Bunker

Last Bus to Everland by Sophie Cameron

Dragging Mason County by Curtis Campbell

The House of Impossible Beauties by Joseph Cassara

Peter Darling by Austin Chant

Carry the Ocean by Heidi Cullinan

The Love Interest by Cale Dietrich

Half Bad by Sally Green

Half Wild by Sally Green

Half Lost by Sally Green

Heartbreak Boys by Simon James Green

Gay Club by Simon James Green

You’re the One That I Want by Simon James Green

We Contain Multitudes by Sarah Henstra

Totally Joe by James Howe

After School Activities by Dirk Hunter

At the Edge of the Universe by Shaun David Hutchinson

The Past and Other Things That Should Stay Buried by Shaun David Hutchinson

We Are the Ants by Shaun David Hutchinson

The Five Stages of Andrew Brawley by Shaun David Hutchinson

A Complicated Love Story Set in Space by Shaun David Hutchinson

The Boy Who Couldn’t Fly Straight by Jeff Jacobson

Haffling by Caleb James

The Lightning-Struck Heart by T.J. Klune

A Destiny of Dragons by T.J. Klune

The Consumption of Magic by T.J. Klune

A Wish Upon the Stars by T.J. Klune

The Extraordinaries by T.J. Klune

Flash Fire by T.J. Klune

Heat Wave by T.J. Klune

The House in the Cerulean Sea by T.J. Klune

Openly Straight by Bill Konigsberg

The Bridge by Bill Konigsberg

Destination Unknown by Bill Konigsberg

The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzi Lee

Two Boys Kissing by David Levithan

Every Day by David Levithan

Boy Meets Boy by David Levithan

Ryan and Avery by David Levithan

How to Repair a Mechanical Heart by J.C. Lillis

Take a Bow, Noah Mitchell by Tobias Madden

When Ryan Came Back by Devon McCormack

Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

Fraternity by Andy Mientus

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

The Art of Starving by Sam J. Miller

Hero by Perry Moore

I’ll Give You the Sun by Jandy Nelson

More Than This by Patrick Ness

Junior Hero Blues by J.K. Pendragon

The City Beautiful by Aden Polydoros

When Everything Feels Like the Movies by Raziel Reid

Kens by Raziel Reid

Emmett by Lev A.C. Rosen

Jack of Hearts by Lev A.C. Rosen

Camp by Lev A.C. Rosen

Carry On by Rainbow Rowell

Wayward Son by Rainbow Rowell

Rainbow Boys by Alex Sanchez

Rainbow High by Alex Sanchez

Rainbow Road by Alex Sanchez

So Hard to Say by Alex Sanchez

The 99 Boyfriends of Micah Summers by Adam Sass

The Darkness Outside Us by Eliot Schrefer

All Kinds of Other by James Sie

They Both Die at the End by Adam Silvera

History Is All You Left Me by Adam Silvera

More Happy Than Not by Adam Silvera

Grasshopper Jungle by Andrew Smith

Freak Show by James St. James

Ray of Sunlight by Brynn Stein

The Dangerous Art of Blending In by Angelo Surmelis

366 Days by Kiyoshi Tanaka

The Language of Seabirds by Will Taylor

Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas

Wild and Crooked by Leah Thomas

Because You’ll Never Meet Me by Leah Thomas

Spin Me Right Round by David Valdes

Always the Almost by Edward Underhill

Hell Followed With Us by Andrew Joseph White

Tumblr got rid of yellow so I couldn't do pride colors, sorry!

If you want help picking something out just send me an ask with what kind of thing you're looking for and I'll select something for you, and if you end up reading something because you saw this list, please let me know

#books #reading #book list #gay books #queer books #queer lit #red white and royal blue #love simon #Carry On

[ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff]

Subtle-tea (Benedict Bridgerton x Reader)

Summary/Prompt: “You’re only semi-lucid and are sort of reaching for my face, and for various reasons I shouldn’t kiss YOUR face but your hand is right here and I still need to convey affection.”  AKA. You and Benedict drink too much of Colin’s special tea and it spurs you to act upon previously hidden feelings. 

AN: Benedict is the bee’s knees, just a silly lil art guy. I got inspired and I’ve got two more Benedict fics coming out rip. But it’s just so difficult to write for Bridgerton cus you can’t write any gay stuff without it being tragic and/or a secret. Oh well, don’t expect me to write much more female reader content of my own volition/not inspired by my friends.

Content warnings: Reader uses she/her, use of Y/N and L/N, is referred to as “wife” 

Masterlist // AO3 

You had no idea what on Earth was in that tea. But you would have to ask later, because currently you felt as light as a feather and giddy as a giggle, laying on the sofa in the art studio as Benedict was launching himself between two walls, orating about his great desires to create. By far, you were experiencing the greatest emotions on the whim of your artistic associate.

“There’s just so many colours that we are privy to, and we take every single shade for granted!” He declared, his arms wide open to the heavens.

You pointed at him in an accusing manner, “Have you seen purple recently? It’s glorious! No wonder it was the colour of status in the Roman Empire, I too would want it all for myself and my friends.”

“How selfish you are, Miss L/N,” Benedict scolded, “Surely everyone should be given the chance to wear such a colour.”

His anger faded fast. As endearing as it was, it was nothing compared to that grin of his. So naturally you decided to make him smile even more with a ridiculous notion that just jumped into your woozy mind. 

“Do you know what would happen if my mother knew where I was?” You said in a loud whisper. 

Benedict pouted and nodded, riddled with pantomime guilt as he leant over, “You. Me. In a room. Alone.”

“Unchaperoned,” You said then gasped, your hands clapping against your cheeks in shock, “I would be ruined!”

Benedict mimicked your appal by dropping to his knees before you, “We would have to marry to save your reputation!”

“Imagine me, your wife!” You threw your head back as you flashed your bare left hand to him. Somewhere in the back of your mind, an inhibition screamed at you to stop lingering so openly on something your sober self was set on not happening

But your heart grew gleeful as Benedict grasped your hand gently. 

“I shall imagine it!” He declared and lowered his lips, and planted a loud kiss upon your knuckle - right where the engagement and wedding bands would sit. You lowered your chin just in time to see this with your own eyes before Benedict met your gaze again, still beaming with roguish delight, “Oh what a beautiful imagining it is.”

Your legs curled up beneath you on the couch, and you fell over in hysterical giggling. You clasped your hand to your chest and cradled it like a newborn. As you lay sprawled out, Benedict popped into your field of view with his hands either side of your head, tactfully avoiding your hair. 

“Your laugh is like music! As your husband, it would be my purpose to make you sing at least once a day.”

“Then kiss me again, you silly man!” You squealed, offering your hand once more. 

Balancing on one arm, and completely unaware that this compromising position was aiding in your dizzy frenzy, Benedict kissed the same spot then turned the palm against his cheek. He held it there as he said:

“Look, it’s like you were sculpted to hold me.”

Euphoria ran riot across your body, your heart beating so fast you thought you would die from delight. 

“And you were carved to be held by me.” From your vantage point, with newly founded confidence, you tried to pull his lips down to yours, but Benedict resisted. 

“We shall not kiss ‘til we are married.”

Eyes wide, you squeezed the back of his neck to keep him close, “Is this a proposal?”

“I do not think we are in the right state of mind to make rational decisions,” and Benedict bumped his nose to yours, causing a little laughter before continuing: “But marrying you is the sanest idea I’ve had all evening.”

#benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict reader fanfic #benedict bridgerton oneshot #bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton fanfic #bridgerton oneshot #my writing #r: fem #wc: <1k

[sturnmad]

“ keep looking, baby ” (nick x male!reader)

this is the first full-length smut i've ever posted publicly. i was nervous af so i decided to just go all-in & get it over with.

summary: reader’s been having some self-image issues lately. nick fixes that. [rq: “can u do a dom nick fic where he fucks reader in front of a mirror pls im begging 🙏 😔”]

word count: 2,426

contains: self-deprecation, body image issues, edging, dom!nick, oddly fluffy idk how that happened

It's no secret that you're a little shy and insecure.

It's not that you think you look bad, exactly, but you know you're no prize. Your boyfriend, Nick, openly disagrees. It’s probably why you get along so well. His confidence rubs off on you and makes you bolder.

Not quite as bold as Nick himself, though, so when he leans back and asks, “Do you trust me?”, you hesitate.

You both have busy schedules, so carving out time to spend together is difficult. What time you do have is usually spent like this: staying in, watching TV, and lazily making out.

It seems Nick has a bit more in mind today, though.

Nick frowns at your silence and your grip on his waist tightens reflexively. “Of course,” you say. “Why do you ask?”

Nick kisses you, brief and chaste. “Just wondering,” he mutters against your lips. His hands slide under your shirt. “You should take this off.”

You rush to comply. The air is cold but Nick's hands are colder, running over your stomach and chest. He nips along your jaw, pausing to suck at the spot under your ear that always makes you shudder, and tilts your head back to get more access to your neck.

Nick likes to leave marks. He’ll take his time, leaving a trail of hickeys from your throat to your thighs. Once you looked down after a particularly rough night and found finger-shaped bruises on your hips.

Nick settles his weight more fully on your lap, bites the base of your neck. It makes you squirm, and you can feel the smirk on Nick's lips when he kisses the bite apologetically. He shifts back a little to continue biting at your collarbone and down your chest.

Then he slides off the couch and drops to his knees between your legs.

He digs his fingers under your waistband, pulls it back and releases it so it snaps against your skin. You make a quite frankly embarrassing noise. “Off,” he orders, and you rush to comply.

But then, of course, you hesitate when you realize Nick hasn't so much as taken off his shirt.

You gesture at his clothes. “Aren't you going to—?”

Nick shakes his head. “Not yet.” Then he pushes back your shorts just enough to nip at your thigh and any protests you had die in your throat.

Nick sits back on his heels, runs his hand through his hair while you throw your remaining clothes into some forgotten corner of the room. He’s blushing, too, so you know he's not totally unaffected. It looks good on him, though—everything does.

Nick always looks good, though, and you have to look away when he leans forward. You rub a hand over your face and yelp when Nick bites your inner thigh again, this time higher up.

“You embarrassed?” Nick asks. He sounds amused. You nod, squirming a little. This isn't the first time you've done this, but it's a lot every time.

Nick pinches the underside of your knee, making you wince. “Look at me,” he says softly. You do, because you know Nick likes to see your face. His insistence on eye contact has always been overwhelming in a good way.

You weren't a virgin when you met Nick, but you'd never been in a relationship. It wasn't really an option for you, being the only openly gay man in the small town you grew up in. But one night stands and rushed fumbling at parties with boys who wouldn't look you in the eyes the next day could never compare to this—sex with someone you actually knew and trusted and loved.

It's way more embarrassing, for one. You preferred to leave the lights off. Nothing killed the mood faster than the sight of your own body.

“You don't have anything to be embarrassed about,” Nick says. He probably knows what you're thinking. You've voiced your insecurities before.

“That's debatable,” you mutter. Now you're even more embarrassed. You don't want to kill the mood or anything.

“It's not.” Nick squeezes your thighs and says bluntly, “You're fucking hot.” His breath ghosts over your balls and you nearly pass away on the spot.

Nick’s a talker both in and out of the bedroom. You, on the other hand, prefer actions over words and get easily flustered by compliments. You’re just not used to receiving them.

Nick loves to take advantage of that.

You don't really know how to respond, so Nick hums and grabs your hip with one hand and your dick with the other. His hands are big, strong, and the muscles in his arms flex as he moves. You never thought you had a thing for that until you met him.

He leans forward and your head falls back as he licks a long stripe from bottom to top. “Jesus Christ,” you spit, voice muffled by your own hand, eyes slammed shut. “What's gotten into you?” Nick wasn't usually so bold.

Nick squeezes the base of your dick just a bit too hard—again, not something you knew you liked until you met him—and waits until you look down to speak. “Look away and I'll stop,” he says as if that's not the hottest string of words ever uttered. There's spit on his bottom lip that you desperately want to lick off. “‘Kay?”

You nod. He squeezes again and you say in a rush, “Okay, yes, yeah.” ‘Use your words’, another favorite of his.

Apparently satisfied, Nick ducks his head and takes your dick into his mouth. You almost look away again, can't really help it—Nick's mouth is warm and wet and it's a lot all at once. His hold on your hip tightens as he lowers his head, ensuring you don't move an inch.

Nicl pulls back, breathing hard, a string of spit connecting his mouth to the head of your dick. He licks his lips as his hand moves over your dick, spreading the spit, making the slide easier. He looks you in the eyes as he reaches the head, thumb sweeping the underside, and the expression in his eyes alone makes you whimper.

Nick’s smirking when he lowers his head again. This time he doesn't hesitate, just hollows his cheeks and moves like he's trying to suck out your soul. All you can do is tangle a hand in his hair and hang on for dear life.

You feel your orgasm come on embarrassingly fast. You tug on his hair, words escaping your mind for a second—the entire English language, actually—before you finally stutter out, “Nick, I'm about to come.”

Nick sinks down and hums, nearly killing you on the spot. Then, to your complete surprise, he moves off of you with a wet pop and pats your thigh. “Bed,” he says shortly, voice all rough and fucked-out.

You've never moved so fast in your life.

You crawl across the bed to the nightstand and pull out lube and a condom. When you look back Nick's standing at the foot of the bed. Somewhere between the living room and bedroom he's pulled off his shirt, and he's now entirely naked save the boxers slung low over his hips. Your mouth practically waters as you eye his happy trail.

You look up and meet Nick's eyes. Of course he caught you staring. He only smirks and grabs you by the ankles, yanking you toward him in one smooth motion.

You smile up at him. “You should take these off,” you mutter, digging your fingers under his waistband.

Nick only hums and kisses you, slow and chaste at first, quickly deepening until you're all but sucking on his tongue. Maybe you're just imagining it but you swear you can taste yourself in his mouth.

You don't even realize he's taken the lube from your hands until he pops off the cap. He leans back, kissing you one last time, and pushes at your chest until you take the hint and lay down.

Nick drops to his knees and you spread your legs instinctively. Nick props your legs on his shoulders as he works. Even though you're anticipating it, the cold lube still makes you shudder when he pours it onto you. He squeezes your thigh in sympathy as he pushes the lube in with a finger, slowly but in one long motion.

You suck in a breath, nearly hissing, and bite at your knuckles. The stretch feels as strange as it always does. Nick kisses your thigh and rubs your side soothingly. “I know, I know,” he mutters.

He takes your dick into his mouth again, more shallowly this time. He runs his tongue under the head as he adds another finger.

You shudder as Nick works his way in, head tipped back, panting like a dog. You’re still close, and something about this—Nick being as close as physically possible, inside of you, the feel of his fingers as he pushes deeper—gets to you.

Then he curls his fingers and you moan, shuddering and attempting to squeeze your legs together. Nick puts a stop to that, but you can hear the smile in his voice when he mutters, “There you go.”

He continues to brush over that spot inside you as he works in a third finger. The first time you did this you protested, and Nick only shook his head and promised, You'll need it. He was right. Nick's big—not porn-star big, but certainly above average—and thick.

It's a stretch but you start pushing back into his thrusts, anyway, and he keeps sucking you and rubbing that spot and God. You want him inside you yesterday.

Nick releases your dick with another wet pop. “Want it bad, huh?” He punctuates with a rough thrust of his fingers, punching a cut-off moan out of you.

It's not really a question. You always ‘want it bad’ when it comes to Nick.

You shudder again when Nick pulls his fingers out, this time at the odd, empty sensation. Nick stands up and finally, finally kicks off his boxers. His dick, hard and flushed red at the tip, slaps his stomach. It takes everything in you not to pull him towards you and suck him off right then.

Nick crawls onto the bed behind you and pushes you onto your hands and knees. You wait while he rolls on the condom, then while he splays a hand over your back and pushes you down, down, until your chest is flat and your ass is arched high in the air. All thoughts leave your mind except yes.

He pushes in with one long, slow motion that punches all the air out of your lungs. Once he's bottomed out he leans over you, panting, until you're pressed chest-to-chest.

For a few moments it's just that, just the two of you breathing, then Nick rocks forward a bit—grinding deeper, hitting your prostate—and you let out a muffled moan into the bed. He does it again, and again, and again, until you start pushing back, until you're just panting, mouth open, probably drooling into the mattress.

You feel it when Nick sits up, when his hands smooth over your back before pushing down—pinning you to the bed—and then he pulls out and thrusts back in. Shallow at first and then deeper, harder, pushing you forward with every thrust.

Nick's grabs you by the back of your neck, his hold the only thing keeping you from getting fucked off the bed. He lowers his head, panting in your ear, “What are you hiding from, baby?”

You hear him but don't really understand, a bit distracted by his hand on your neck, his open mouth on your shoulder, his dick buried so fucking deep inside you. Then he grabs you by the hair and yanks your head up and—

Of-fucking-course. You should have realized.

There's a mirror on the door opposite the bed.

“Look at yourself, baby.” You watch the reflection: your fucked-out face, Nick pressing sloppy kisses along your jaw, returning to your ear to whisper, “Look how fucking hot you are.”

He grinds into you again, punching a borderline pornographic moan from your mouth. You're not usually that loud in bed. Nick takes it as a challenge.

“You're fucking perfect,” Nick hisses, sounding so awed and fucked-out and utterly gone that for a moment you almost believe him. He grabs you by the jaw to kiss you, open-mouthed and so wet you're connected by a bridge of saliva when he pulls away.

He rests your foreheads together and says, panting, “Look away and I'll stop.”

Fucking bastard, you think fondly as he pulls away. You wonder how long he's been planning this. Then he starts thrusting again and you lose the ability to think at all.

You try your best to follow his orders, to keep your head up and eyes open, and he keeps panting and groaning in your ear and telling you how beautiful and good and perfect you are. Your moans get more frantic until you're almost whining, scratching at his hands, his arms, slurring out, “Nick, Nick—”

Your awful, awful boyfriend has the audacity to laugh at you. “What is it?” He delivers a particularly hard thrust that makes you gasp and dig your nails in. “What do you want, baby?”

“You fucking—nh—know what I want, asshole.” You're drooling. God, this is embarrassing.

Nick—your awful, awful boyfriend—stops. He just stops.

“Not sure I do, sweetheart,” he says in that perfect condescending tone. He leans down and says lowly, “Why don't you tell me?”

You roll your eyes and grit out, “Nick, please touch me so I can fucking come already.”

His hand tightens on your neck for a fraction of a second. “Next time I could do without the attitude.”

Then, finally, he starts moving again. Your beautiful, gorgeous boyfriend winds a hand under you to tug on your dick. You might see heaven.

“Keep looking, baby,” Nick groans in your ear. “I want to see your face when you come.”

A few moments later you do, so hard your vision goes blurry for a split-second. You nearly go limp, Nick’s hands on your hip the only thing keeping you upright. He moans when he finishes, panting in silence for a moment before pulling out.

After, when you're laying in bed wrapped around each other, you flick him on the forehead and mutter, “Why do you always say that shit?”

Nick only laughs. “It's true.”

He says it so softly that for a moment, you almost believe it.

#nick sturniolo #dom!nick sturniolo #dom nick sturniolo #nick sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #rq

[absolutebl]

Began Beginning - Myanmar's first BL 

Not So Quick Pitch (or is it a pitch?)

Cause I got a lot of thoughts

8 eps 25 min ea YouTube

Began Beginning feels very much like a first timers BL. Which it pretty much is. There’s a lot of explaining and info dumping and information that we really don’t need about the characters (or the family) especially in the first couple of episodes.

Here's your hlepful breakdown:

Mani = main boy workaholic, probably gay, acts ace 

Hlyan = cute flirty bestie, smoker, closeted gay (for good reason) in love with Mani (becomes main character about 3/4 way through) 

Walar = openly gay visitor recovering from a breakup who enters their codependent dynamic and things happen as a result

Thae = Mani & Hlyan’s other bestie, trans 

I was tempted to say this reminded me of early Vietnamese BL, but in actuality what it reminded me of most was the stuff we got from way back in the early 2000's out of Hong Kong, or more recently from the Philippines (I'm thinking about something like The Boy Foretold by the Stars).

There is a grungy sticky authenticity to these works, of which Began Beginning is now a part. They have their own tarnished charm. For all their hiccups in storytelling and absurdities, there is an almost documentary feel to them, partly as a result of the inferior quality of production and filming (which is entirely economic). But that itself also somehow adds to the appeal.

This kind of BL is entirely the opposite of something out of Korea or GMMTV. And if you like that BL best, you aren't gonna like this product. But as much as KBL wins top ranks from me pretty consistently these days, sometimes I enjoy this kind of BL too.

The range itself keeps the genre vibrant and healthy.

So what is Began Beginning about?

Childhood best friends must come to terms with their own identities and true feelings for each other when a new boy comes to town, putting them into conflict with their families and ultimately, each other.

For the first half of this show there’s a lot of sitting across from each other and talking about life choices over yummy food and then going to tourist spots (mildly boring and not particularly important to the plot). 

It changed tone about 2/3 in to be way more of a coming out family drama about forced marriages and homophobia.

And then at the very end it changed again, becoming a full on soap opera with kidnapping, crazy characterization shifts, and rescue missions.

All in all? It was a wild raw creature to consume as a binge. No kisses since this is Myanmar, but a very romantic end, so I think maybe actually worth your time? I'm certainly glad I watched it.

Recommended with lots of reservations but great respect. I’m going with a 7/10.

There is a particularly important part at the end when Hlyan talks about asking Thae to dress him as a girl to see if he was third gender because he had these feels for another boy. And how unpleasant that made him feel. I thought it was hugely impactful as a window into the boxes same sex loves in modern society forces upon us. No matter what options our culture provides for us, if the boxes are limited we feel limited too. Also, drawing a distinction between gender identity and sexual identity. Lovely bit of storytelling.

(see comments, turns out this is not the first one)

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#it's wild and grungy but I enjoyed it #no kisses tho #Burmese BL #there's a tag I never thought I'd use #BL from Myanmar #Began Beginning

[fourmula1]

thinking about a maxiel take on good luck, babe! by chappell roan where daniel is scared to commit to max despite the fact that they’ve been sleeping together for like, a couple years at this point, and that includes actual sleeping. spending the night. ordering food. laying on the couch together. 

but it’s not SERIOUS, right. it’s convenient. they travel the world for work and it’s just easier this way to have someone always there to take care of each other’s needs. it’s just blowing off steam and getting a primal need met. that’s all. right? a person needs to be touched and they’re such good friends as it is and it’s just easy to translate that to the bedroom. the hotel room. the private jet. 

and max has kind of tried to broach the topic a couple of times now. putting a label in this. exclusivity. they have such incredible chemistry in and out of the bedroom and max is ready to make this more serious than it’s been.

and Daniel’s like ‘ahh maxy you’re so young don’t settle down this is all good fun yeah?’

and max has heard daniel say something along those lines so many times and each time he just brushes it aside and carries on because it’s really nice to fall into bed with daniel and forget it all when they’re sweaty and spent and basking in the afterglow.

but it gets to be too much at one point, doesn’t it? max doesn’t want to break up (can he even call it that if they were never together to begin with?) but like. they have been. label or not. so he tells daniel that he doesn’t want to keep sleeping together if that’s all it is (and he knows that isnt all it is but daniel is scared and ashamed of himself and it used to be sad but now max is over it). 

so he cuts daniel loose. but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t see and hear things. they run in all the same circles and he’s heard stories about daniel sleeping around and driving to Nice to hit up gay bars and kiss and fuck all kinds of pretty boys and it fucking hurts every time max hears another anecdote but that’s life, isn’t it?

and max minds his own business and eventually he meets a really nice guy in monaco who isn't involved in racing at all. he’s just normal and nice and into max and going on dates and cooking dinner for him and happy to welcome max home during time between races and it’s good! it’s good. max is happy (as he can be. he’s pretty sure daniel is always going to be the one who got away but that’s just it, isn’t it? daniel wanted to get away and max had to let him).

so it’s two years later and daniel retired a year ago and fucked off to australia and max hasn’t seen him since and he hasn’t really thought of him in months either because: he’s getting married to his nice normal boyfriend who tells max he loves him openly and happily (something he never got from daniel). max is retiring the end of this season and though his boyfriend has been an open secret he’s officially come out for real in the sports illustrated story about his retirement and what he’s planning to do (“lots of eating good food and wedding planning!” and the journalist asks how that’s going and max says “always he asks me about this flower or that colour palette and I anyhow don’t care so much but it’s nice to look forward to the day”). 

and daniel of course hears about the one little pronoun, the “he” heard ‘round the world and he gets obliteratedly wine drunk on the farm and he calls max at whatever ungodly hour it is in australia and it’s he first time they’ve spoken in over a year and max didn’t expect to hear from daniel ever again really but now he’s suddenly stuck trying to talk him off a ledge basically and max, bitterly, tells daniel “there was a time i wanted to be doing all of this with you and you always with the excuses ruined it" and daniel chokes on a sob and max reels back a bit when daniel says “I know” because daniel admitting that was never on his bingo card ever.

but max knows, too. daniel did this to himself. to them. 

and max is getting married next month on summer break and daniel’s going to see pictures on instagram and throw his phone against a wall and be alone and hating himself for hating himself so much that he lost the only man he ever loved and no amount of regret is going to change the way max’s beautiful fucking face was lit up in a brighter, happier way than daniel’s ever seen in those fucking photos of his wedding day, kissing his husband in front of their friends and family and the fucking world.

and daniel is a world away in australia. drunk. and crying. and alone. staring at the dusty dirt road and into the horizon - vast and empty. just like him, now.  

#maxiel #my ficlet #good luck babe

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for telling my guy friends I'am a lesbian?

I (29 F, cis, probably bi? A bit ace, definitely like women more) came out around 9 years ago and have mostly dated women. I’ve had a few makeouts with guys, and slept with one guy, but I am still on the fence about my sexuality overall. I like referring to myself as a “bi lesbian, because the lesbian flag is prettier”.

A few years ago, I was in game design school, and was the only girl in my class. The guys were nice, but I still felt a bit othered. I also was paying a lot of attention to how I dressed, and was very feminine. Then one day I talked about my girlfriend, and their attitudes shifted. I started shaking hands in the morning instead of cheek kisses (we’re french), wearing jeans and sweaters, and I became “one of the guys”. People generally assumed I was a lesbian and I wouldn’t really correct it unless it came up. A friend of mine even openly came out, saying I gave him the confidence to do so because of how open I was about my sexuality, and it was just a really nice vibe for the remainder of my time there.

Ever since then, I’ve started being vague about my sexuality, just saying “I’m gay” or “I’m queer”, or “I like girls” when asked, when interacting with guys I wanted to be friends with, or, and that’s, I think, the biggest assholery there, guys that I think were likely to develop a crush on me or try their chances, but I wasn’t interested. If I felt like a friend was becoming too chummy, I’d find the opportunity to be like “oh yeah I’m a lesbian”.

This happened with my current group of friends. There’s one guy I get along with super well, and he’s awesome, one of my best friends, but I felt that he was treating me a bit differently and feared he’d develop feelings for me, so I really hammered in the fact that I was “a lesbian”.

Today, he asked to talk to me in private, and he confessed his feelings for me. He said he would regret it if he didn’t say anything, and that he values our friendship a lot and doesn’t want things to change between us, but he needed to get it off his chest. I thanked him, and turned him down gently, being like “obviously I can’t reciprocate because I’m a lesbian…” but also pointing out that there were other factors that influenced it (distance, culture, general outlook on life and certain political issues, religion…) but it was a very fruitful conversation, and we ended up chatting about stuff and reiterating how much our friendship counted for us, and how much we liked spending time together as friends.

I would like to say I feel guilty, but the truth is I don’t… It feels easier for me to say I’m a lesbian, and give me a way out of these conversations. I feel like if I went in depth into my feelings towards my sexuality, I’d give some of my friends false hopes that they might have a chance with me and ruin the vibe of our friend group.

Should I come clean? Or is it ok to try to protect myself in this manner?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[gaybitchfx]

Okok so

Imagine Douma is what mfs call a bully(like actually beating mfs up not steal your lunch money typa shit)

And he usually bullies reader a lot cuz he gae and shit😗 ok so while they were in class reader had to sit by Douma and reader could fucking feel Douma staring at him for like the whole class period only occasionally looking away to take notes and crap

Okok fast forward to the end of the period and while reader was about to leave for his next class Douma pulls him aside and slushes him to a damn locker (nobody notices because they think Douma is just abt to beat up reader or smth) and they he just straight up makes out with reader fuckin tongue and all and they stops while walking away like it was fuckin nothing-

-🍓 Character(s): Douma

-🍓 Type of reader: M!Reader

-🍓 Category: SFW-ish

-🍓 Warning(s): kissing 🧍🏾, faggot (said once)

-🍓 Edited: ❌

Douma was a bully, no not the one who’d just take your lunch money and call you funny names.

The ones where they’d smash your head into the lockers, trip you in the hallways, and call you a faggot for being openly gay.

That meant you were his main target, the one person he just loved to fuck with and make your whole day miserable.

“Today I’m going to have Douma, sit with Y/n since the other seats are taken,” Kokushibo said as he adjusted his glasses before he began his lesson.

You sat quietly, trying to listen to what the teacher was saying but really couldn’t when Douma was staring holes into the side of your head. The only time he’d stop was to take a few notes here and there and other things.

So for the time being you would just pretend you didn’t notice, which was much harder than you’d think. As soon as the bell rang you quickly got out of your seat and scrambled to collect your things.

Just when you were almost out the door Douma had yanked your arm and walks to a slightly empty hallway where he slammed you against the locker, one of his hands pressed next to your head caging you in.

Of course, nobody had batted an eye since Douma doing something like this was a reoccurring thing and they just thought you were going to get beat up as usual.

“I didn’t do—” You were cut short when Douma used his other hand to grip the back of your neck and pull you into a kiss. His tongue grazed at your teeth till they parted and quickly wrapped around your tongue. He would press his knee in between your legs making you moan into the kiss.

You gripped his sleeves as your legs felt like they were turning into jelly, and your face was hot and red. The only way you could breath was through your nose, but even that was difficult from the way Douma made out with you.

He pulled away licking his lips, letting you gasp for air, and removed his hand from the back of your neck. A gasp quickly left your mouth as Douma walked away, you placed a hand over your heart which was beating faster by the second.

Still in shock, you slid down the lockers till you were seated on the floor trying to understand what had happened a few seconds ago.

-🍓tags: @jkloserdazai @reallyromealone @lostsomewhereinthegarden

#douma kny #douma x male reader #douma x you #douma x y/n #douma x reader #fiction #fluff #I think #anime #male reader #kimitsu no yaiba #demon slayer x male reader

[on-a-lucky-tide]

I was chatting to my uncle about his time in service the other day and what it was like in 2000 when gay people were allowed to openly serve in the military for the first time.

I didn't tell him I was researching fanfic, he just likes chatting with me about politics and history because I'm his Pet Socialist Nephew and it's like a whole new world for him.

(My aunt worked for MI5 and they met in Cyprus while both were deployed; I'm pretty sure they're the reason I got to the late stages - NePoTiSm - but then I disappointed them to become a Tofu-Eating Wokerati Teacher. Yes, I am an ex-Tory, let's not.)

He was a lawyer in the RAF and spent most of his time prosecuting soldiers for misconduct. There is shit he has to take to his grave, especially surrounding the Gulf War. But he remembers dishonourable discharges for "sodomy" and how distasteful he found the "whole sordid business" when there were people still serving who had done "unspeakable things", and he told me about the slow dismantling of those laws, with the help of Stonewall, and the impact it had on so many men and women in the service.

He recalled one particularly terrifying NCO who often ridiculed him for his belly (my uncle likes cheese and wine, a lot; we got through a bottle of Merlot each...I'm pretty sure he opened a second) kissing his partner of 16 years openly, in full uniform, at the 2008 London Pride; how this "incorrigible" man broke down in tears because for the first time he wasn't torn in half: he could love both his country and his partner openly.

Now, this story is a fucking gold mine for me... Cause...

Can you imagine the 141 going to 2008? They think they're going to support their pet bi-disaster, Soap. Figure they'll go in No2s cause they'll be drinking and walking a lot. Then fucking Ghost rocks up in full No1s, shoes polished to an inch of their life like he's turned out for the god damn Queen.

When Soap teases him about how Extra he's being for lil ol' him, Ghost simply sighs and says, "I've waited my whole life for this, Johnny... I'm doin' it right."

That's how Ghost "comes out" to the 141, because of course it is. He doesn't do things in half measures. Soap looks him up and down and tries to play it cool, but Price can see how he's vibrating on the spot and figures they should fall in before Soap executes an unscheduled halo dive on Ghost's dick...

Johnny gets his kiss; by the lions of Nelson's column, under the admiral's watchful eye. Ghost's beret clenched in fist, strong arms clutching him so close, like Ghost's worried the moment might still be snatched from him at any point.

Johnny won't ever mention the tears he tastes between their lips. Some things just need to be let go.

#call of duty #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #personal #ramblings #tldr i frisked a retired Group Captain for some intel on the gays and struck gold

[boybuddie]

my thoughts on Tommy's sexuality:

I really like the idea of Tommy being a full gay man instead of bi, because I feel it gives a more interesting contrast to Hen.

on one hand, you have this woman, right? a lesbian. a lesbian who is not ashamed of her sexuality and openly declares her love for women and her same-sex attraction and does not hide any part of it. she walks into that firehouse and hours into her first day says "I really like kristen stewart" despite already knowing that she is not respected!!

and the fascinating comparison is on the other hand you have this guy. a super buff guy. a veteran who enjoys, and I quote, "monster trucks and craft beer." this guy is ashamed of his sexuality. he actively hides it and goes as far as to (possibly) pretend he has a girlfriend, he makes kissing motions when someone makes a joke, he stays silent when the open lesbian gets harassed at work (although in defense of that one they didn't 100% know she was a lesbian), all coming from a place of protection. he wants to belong, he knows the harassment that awaits him if he admits it, so he doesn't. and that makes his character and his contrast to hen that much more interesting for me.

also as a sidenote when Hen is making her speech in the station Tommy noticeably shrinks back like he's trying to appear smaller, which let me say it was NOT planned at that time for him to be queer, but it shows a different interpretation of that in hindsight, I just have to point it out.

now this is not all to say that Tommy being bi is bad, or that this contrast with Hen can't occur if he happens to be legitimately attracted to women, but personally I think it makes it that much more interesting if he wasn't.

it's just this really intriguing case of them both understanding each other and belonging to the same community but they are at vastly different stages of acceptance

#at the end of the day tho i don't really care #like ik i just made this whole ass post but #if tommy says 'im bi' in the next episode #im not gonna be mad or anything #tommy kinard #hen wilson #henrietta wilson #911 spoilers #911 abc #911 #911 on abc #911 season 7 #elliott yaps #analysis

[wol-fica]

-𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕣-

parings- lorraineday x gp!reader summary - you are an openly gay gas station worker, and a certain girl wants your help. warnings - oral sex (R giving), penetrative sex, (R giving), comedy, lame jokes :) an - unsure about this cause it’s my first time writing gp! but whateve :3 (also not proofread)

———————

It was simple, you were gay.

See, in 1979 people did not approve of homosexuality, not one bit. You always felt like you got the blunt end of homophobia, seeing that everyday people treated you like absolute garbage. It also didn’t help that you were born with an extra…appendage.

Unfortunately, you worked at a gas station that almost everyone always stopped at. You had been mistaken for a younger boy many times before, but once anyone found out you were in fact a girl, their whole attitude changed in an instant. 

“Uh, actually. I’ll pass on the drink.” The man in front of you said, eyeing you with disgust as you attempted to hand him his already paid for drink. 

You sighed, watching him hurry out to his truck and pull off with break-neck speed. 

“Great.” You muttered, walking around the counter to go return the drink to its shelf.

Days like these make you feel uncomfortable and emotional. Usually you were a very thick-skinned person, but when it came to older men and women deciding to criticize you, it broke down your walls very easily. 

Suddenly, the ding of a bell at the front counter startled you, making you hurry back to your station to serve the next customer.

“I’m so sorry, I was restocking and didn’t see you…” You started to ramble until you looked up to see who was waiting to check out.

A girl, around your age, stood before you. Her hair was long, a nice cocoa brown, and was waved perfectly around her shoulders. Freckles danced across her nose and settled under her large doe eyes. She smiled, raising an eyebrow at you as she waved a hand in front of your face. 

“You alright?” She asked, a small southern accent tilted into her words. 

“No..YES…i’m fine.” You said, a lopsided grin coating your face as you scratched behind your neck. 

“Sure…anyways, I was hoping to buy these?” The girl held up a bag of chips and a water.

“Oh, of course.” You said, hurrying to ring her up. 

Your fingers danced across the cash register, pulling out a paper of the prices for her items. 

“Two dollars and fifty cents.” You said, looking up to see her messing around with her purse in frustration.

 “Damn, I think I left my wallet at home.” She grumbled, pulling her lip between her teeth as her tongue slipped out slightly.

You watched her, a blush covering your cheeks as her tongue moved over her lip slowly. Ideas and fantasies of her and you doing, things, flooded your mind and you immediately felt very very dirty. 

“You know, just forget it. I’m sorry for wasting that time.” The girl sighed, giving you a small smile before moving to leave. 

“WAIT.” You shouted, jumping forward to grab her wrist. 

She looked at you in complete shock, a look of pure confusion etched onto her face as you bent over the counter. 

“You can…pay…in other ways…” You said slowly, watching for her reaction.

She stared at you, her mouth falling open as her eyebrows furrowed. Then, out of the blue, she smirked in such a seductive way that you almost fainted.

“How so, pretty girl.” She asked, stepping towards you. 

Now it was your turn to smirk at her, your eyes glistening with mischief. You stood up, leaning your pelvis against the edge of the counter.

“Well, the back room is open.” You suggested in a sultry voice, your hips swaying, “And there is this large, sturdy, and long table back there…”

“Sturdy..?” She questioned, slowly setting her purse down. 

“Hard.” You whispered.

She hummed before hurrying around the counter to drag you into the back room. Your hands were all over each other; up your shirt, down her pants, on her face as you pulled her into a kiss. 

She tasted so interesting, like fresh cherries on a hot summer day. The way her lips locked with yours made it seem like they were meant to be together; it was pure bliss.

“Mmph, god…” She sighed as you sucked a mark onto her neck. 

“Lay down.” You commanded, trying to push her back against the table. 

She huffed, grabbing your hand to make you stop. You pulled your head back to look up at her, raising an eyebrow. 

“I didn’t agree with you topping.” She said, tapping your lips with her pointer finger.

“I didn’t realize you were a dominant girl.”

“I’m a switch actually.”

“So then it shouldn’t matter?”

“No it doesn’t, but I thought I was going to take charge?”

“If you want to you can…”

“No.” She smiled, caressing your cheek, “You can do all the heavy work.”

You chuckled, your thumbs hooking into the band of her shorts to pull them off. 

“Like you are heavy.” You mumbled before finally pushing her back to lay down. 

You were gentle, being slow and kind to remove her panties and make sure that she was not in any way uncomfortable. You stroked her thighs, in awe of how soft her skin was, and focused your attention to between her legs. She was soaked, her velvety folds begging to be spread open and fucked. 

“Wow..” You whispered, inhaling deeply so you could memorize her scent.

“Are you just going to stare or…” The girl questioned but you shushed her when you darted your tongue out to lick up a stripe along her entrance. 

She mewled, a sound you’ve never heard before, and threw her hand back against the wooden surface. That noise seemed good to you, so you repeated your action a few more times before you just shoved your tongue inside of her.

A cry erupted from her lips, her fingers threading into your hair to pull you impossibly closer. Her thighs tightened around your head as you sloppily ate her out. Your focus was more on working her up, not making her cum quite yet.

“Oh..please…right there…”

Oh.

She’s already begging.

You gave yourself a pat on the back for being so damn good at head before burying your face closer into her heat. Your tongue explored, finding all the corners and crevices inside of her, but as soon as you found that sensitive spongy spot, you pulled away.

“What the fuck?” She exclaimed breathlessly, half glaring at you.

You smirked, rolling up the sleeve on your work shirt before pressing your thumb down onto her clit. You proceeded to do tight, fast circles to ensure she would be loose and wet enough for you to use your fingers on her.

“You know, we skipped a lot of steps.” You said, pushing one of her knees away from you so her legs would be spread farther.

“Wha-”

“I think you should answer some questions before I give you what you keep begging for.”

The girl made a sound that was mixed with a groan and a whine, making you raise an eyebrow and stop your movements.

“Or I can go back to work?” You offered, moving to return to the front counter.

“No!” She yelled, grabbing your wrist to keep you there, “I’ll answer anything.”

You smiled, leaning over to kiss her cheek before you continued your assault on her clit. Again pushing her knee away, you checked to see if she was ready for you, and she was.

“Let’s start off easy, hm? I never caught your name.” You said, unbuckling your pants to pull your cock out of your boxers.

“L-Lorraine.” She stuttered, her eyes shut tightly as you button pressed her clit.

“Cute name, I’m Y/N.” You replied before pushing half of your length in.

Lorraine’s eyes shot open in shock, immediately darting down to watch you work yourself into her. She was still exceedingly tight, even after all the foreplay you did, but you knew a few rounds would break her in fully.

“Where’d you come from? Family’s house?” You asked, slowly filling her up inch by inch until you were fully sheathed inside of her.

You didn’t get a response, and looked up to see her head thrown back with her eyes rolling. Clearly she had never had something, or someone, like this.

“Hey.” You called, leaning over her to grab her face, “Answer my question.”

She gulped, her eyes focusing on something else in the room as a means to try and remember what you asked.

“I…I don’t…” She tried, avoiding your disappointed gaze.

“That’s to bad.”

Your hips snapped forward, bumping the head of your cock against that spongy spot deep inside of her. Without giving her a chance to regroup, you pounded yourself into her, moans erupting from her lips as you stretched her apart.

“I’ll ask again.” You said, pulling her head back by her hair so you could mark her neck, “Where did you come from?”

“H-Houston!” She squeaked as you twitched your hips to the left.

You hummed into her skin, feeling content with how many hickeys you left on her neck, and proceeded to pull her legs up and over your shoulders; mating press position.

“How about school. What do you do?” A heavy thrust from your hips sent her eyes rolling and her back arching quite high.

You knew she was drunk on lust, who wouldn’t be in this position, but you were enjoying messing with her and you refused to let up just because she wanted to come.

“Lorraine.” You sing-songed into her ear as your thrusts went from fast and hard to sluggish and deep, “I asked you a question~.”

“I-I’m studying…filmography…” She huffed, leaning her face against yours as your pace sped up again.

“I like movies too, but i’m more of a book person.”

You nipped her ear lobe, soothing the bite before you shoved your mouth against hers. She moaned into you, your tongues intertwining while she wrapped her arms around your neck. The feeling of her walls suddenly pulsing and tightening around you caught your attention.

She was close, really close, but you knew she needed just a tad bit more before she could release; so your pace quickened, faster and deeper as you plowed your cock into her. One of your hands slid down her stomach to find her clit, where you immediately began to speedily button press again.

“Such a pretty girl.” You purred as she wailed, smiling fondly at her distressed state.

Her arms pulled at you, trying to bring you back to being close to her; you caved in almost instantly and buried your face into the side of her neck.

“Let go Lorraine, I want you to squirt on my cock.”

At that statement she finally came, her cries echoing in the small space as she indeed squirted all over you. Your pace slowed as she pulsed erratically around you, her walls clamped so tight you couldn’t pull out.

“Ah…fuck.” You groaned, feeling your own release come involuntarily.

“Don’t worry.” Lorraine sighed, running her fingers through your hair, “I’m on a contraceptive.”

You breathed out, relaxing against her as you both slowly relaxed. It was a peaceful embrace until the sound of the door bell caught your attention. You turned back to her, a sheepish smile on your face. She rolled her eyes.

“Duty calls.” She said, pressing a kiss to your nose.

“But I don’t wanna leave you here.” You mumbled, your smile turning into a frown.

”Aww.” Lorraine cooed, caressing your cheek lovingly, “Don’t worry…”

She pulled herself up so her mouth was beside your ear, her sultry south accent ringing out.

“I’m not going anywhere daddy.”

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