#sex ed fic

[mochinon-yah]

Would Dr Ratio be like this? Honestly, I haven't meet him in hsr yet, but he seems like an insufferable man lmaoo

"Go ahead, Y/n, finish it."

He smiled somewhat warmly, yet it didn't calm your anxious heart at all. With how he presented himself, you could've believed that he was one of those genius people. Okay, fine, he was smart. But in your defense, you would believe that wholeheartedly if he didn't do stupid stuff like this to you.

"Come on now, Y/n. I believe our frequently 'tutoring session' have brought you some new knowledge, does it not?"

"Well—"

"Ah, of course it did. I was the one who teach you, after all. There's no way you wouldn't be able to understand them."

His once furrowed eyebrows relaxed a bit as he eyed your figure. His stares, always unnerving. It made you uncomfortable on many occasions. Whether it'd be the stares that had always been there, or the fact that he was now assessing you with some kind of test was absolutely outrageous. Why would he — of all people — put so much interest on you?

"In any case, I assure you that even those simpletons could solve this equation, so no need to fret over it like you're not above them. You'll be able to finish it."

"Oh, really now?"

You weren't a genius like him or even near his intellect, no, you were only a normal person who had an average iq! Seriously, by now, you were just tired of him being all bossy with how you do stuff in life. Even the time and limit you do your bath was managed by him! So, how could you not get angry? It was your time to relax down from all his antics. Ugh.

He was being overly insensitive with your boundaries. But despite you always telling him that, he always thought that it was you being a dramatic person you always were and dismiss every other reasons you had.

"Alright, I have some other errands I need to do, so I expect you to finish the test in 30 minutes. I'm giving you a lot more time than usual, aren't I being so nice now?"

"... if only I could say that about you ...."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing."

You had no choice but to try and finish the test. After all, there was no way out from his stubbornness. He would somehow always know where you were despite you not even telling a single soul about your location. It was scary at first, but now, you just didn't care anymore. In your mind, you just hoped that he wouldn't be as cruel as he would always be.

If this test was not finished in time, you knew that whatever he had planned for you after was not going to be fun.

In the end, though, you did not finish the test.

Time went by too quickly that you didn't notice before he eventually told you oh so nicely. You then ended up getting punished by him. By the end of your punishment, your legs were a little wobbly with how hard he was going. Huft. At least, it felt good when you both did it. Well, except for the fact that he was still teaching you things while going down on you. That part was the most exhausting one.

#reli-writes #cw: implied you doing it with dr ratio #i like his visual so that's why i wrote this TT #but idkkk this is weird waaa #anyway #i just wanna say #in this fic he be teaching sex ed class seriously lmao #like ok man i get it #you wanna share your knowledge anytime anywhere #hsr #honkai star rail #hsr x reader #dr ratio #dr ratio x reader #yandere #yandere hsr #yandere dr ratio #drabble

[striving-artist]

Technically this is because I saw it in fiction I was reading, but considering the devolving state of American reproductive rights…

A pregnancy is measured in weeks from your last period, not weeks since The Sex™ So in general if you have a 28 day cycle, you ovulate around day 14, have had sex before or around that date, and implantation happens about 9ish days after conception. Some at home pregnancy tests, sometimes, if you’re lucky and your hormones are high, can give a positive reading 3 days after implantation. That would be day 26 of your cycle.

So you’re thinking to yourself, ok, at that point, you’re a few days, maybe a week pregnant, right? Wrong.

If you do all that, are trying to get pregnant and are testing obsessively, and find out earliest possible day, you would be 3w 5d pregnant. Most people don’t test until a missed period plus a couple days. Let’s call it five days late. That person tests, and finds out when they are almost 5 weeks pregnant.

Now lets be realistic. Lots of people don’t have textbook 28 day cycles.

Let’s say you have an average of a 35 day cycle but it’s unpredictable. You’ve got a healthy sex life. You miss your period, wait five days bc you know your cycle is wacky, go get a test on day six after work, and test first thing in the morning (when they tell you to test). You would be 6 weeks pregnant and would already be ineligible for an abortion in some states. You probably have no symptoms or indication other than a late period. Early pregnancy symptoms look a hell of a lot like PMS. It isn’t a movie; you don’t get a clear indicator.

Pregnancy math isn’t measured from implantation or conception. It’s called gestational age, and it’s the infamous Forty Weeks in your head about pregnancy. It’s also why sometimes you go to 42 weeks or later, because the baby isn’t done, because ovulation wasn’t in week 2, it was in week 4. Yes, doctors sometimes adjust dates and estimates after you start ultrasounds. But this weird math is what lots of the strict abortion bans are based on.

In your head, unless you know this already, hearing someone talk about a six week abortion ban sounds like someone had six weeks after sex to notice the pregnancy and make a decision. They didn’t. They might have had a couple days. They may have not even known they were late when they already crossed the line.

If you want to argue about this issue, write about this, protest, scream, pray, whatever; start by knowing what it actually means, and go from there.

(Sorry it’s in red, I’m on mobile)

#us politics #abortion #this is in red because I’m on mobile #if you’re writing fic #please research pregnancy before writing it #just a little #I’m begging you #if you don’t believe me about this #go research #if you were poorly educated in us sex Ed #my condolences #it’s worse than you can imagine

[runawaymarbles]

Fanfic end notes talking about the research the author did or expanding on something referenced or adding historical context: amazing flawless perfect 11/10

Fanfic notes talking about how the reader should be having safe sex: i retroactively like the story less bc it's tinged with deep irritation

#I'm not saying don't do it to each their own comfort level etc #but like #nothing kills the vibe of a fic like getting a sex ed pamphlet at the end #do people do it do they don't get yelled at? I have put in authors notes to try and head off getting yelled at #but that's for stuff that there isn't a warning for #op

[fuckyeahisawthat]

I’ve read a lot of Ed/Stede first-time/early times fics where Stede is super nervous/hesitant/naive, not knowing what to do or even what the possible options are and like, I get where that characterization comes from. And I’ve read fics where Stede is like, magically great at sex and I very much get the appeal of that specific fantasy as well. But neither of these seem to quite hit the mark for me because I think one of the things that defines Stede in his Stede-ness is that he’s a fucking lunatic who usually doesn’t know what he is doing and has never once let that stop him.

This is a man who charges headfirst into things he’s excited about, fueled by nothing but improbable confidence and commitment to the bit. He can be quite bold under the right circumstances (thinking about that post I can’t find right now about how he is actually being very forward in the moonlight scene, even if he’s not flirting intentionally) and he is just an absolute nerd (affectionate) about the things he enjoys and that’s one of the things Ed likes about him.

So what I’m saying is “Stede who is not exactly good at any particular act involved but is fucking thrilled at the novelty of being desired and is being a massive, adorable dork about it” + “Ed who actually does have some experience but is too busy being flattened by a wave of tender, attentive intimacy of the sort he’s never experienced before to do anything about it” = some kind of chaotic gay sex feedback loop where no one involved is particularly suave or dignified about anything and that’s exactly what makes it so fucking hot.

#ofmd #our flag means death #stede x ed #sex talk #i'm just looking for a certain flavor of confidence but not necessarily competence but still somehow a tiny smidgen of game stede #playful charming dork who can somehow be devastatingly romantic and you never quite know if it's on purpose or not stede #i know i know write the smut you wish to see in the world #AND I WILL #i WILL write an E rated fic for these two i just haven't had TIME

[naranjapetrificada]

I am more cursed than Stede's red suit because I regularly recall random, unsearchable lines and phrases from fics that haunt me every time I open AO3

#being a fandom is suffering #la fandom es dolor #but in a different way than usual #some examples: a fic where Mary asks Stede what Ed's like and Stede is like “...incandescent.” #another where Ed and Stede are about to have sex for the first time and Ed is listing things he's wanted to do #and Stede is like “I would have let you” and/or “you're welcome to try” #etc etc #stede bonnet #edward teach #ofmd #our flag means death #fanfic woes

[willalove75]

Maybe something angsty/fluffy with Sofia Marchetti?

Yesssss!!! I just re-watched every scene with Sofia in it (s/o to HannahWadFans on YT for doing gods work💕) to get a little refresher on Sofia!

I'm SO excited to write this! I hope you enjoy it!💕

A/n: Two fics in one day?! Damn I'm spoiling you guys😜😂

"Jackson!" Sofia calls out. "Come on! We're gonna be late!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Jackson says with a big of an edge to his voice.

"I'll be in the car!"

Jackson walks past you once he gets down the stairs. Right away you know that something is bothering him. He's been much more on edge recently, his temper has gotten shorter, he's had an attitude when he talks to you or Sofia. He hasn't been himself and you're starting to worry about him.

"Hey, Jackson." You say before he heads out the door.

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay? You haven't been yourself lately, I'm starting to worry about you kid." You say, giving him a comforting smile.

Jackson pauses for a moment before letting out an exhale, you can see some of the tension in his body melt away.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He says unconvincingly.

"Hey," You walk up to him and put your hands on his shoulders. "whatever it is, I'm here for you. Whenever you want to talk, okay?"

Jackson nods his head and wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in for a hug.

"I know, thank you." His voice a little somber, but the edge from earlier is gone.

He towers over you by a few inches but you still manage to place a small kiss on his head.

Sofia beeps the car horn from outside.

"Jackson! We're going to be late!" She yells.

You can feel the tension build right back up as you hug him, so you give him an extra squeeze.

"She loves you, she's just doing what she thinks is right." You softly say.

"I know." Sofia beeps the car horn again. "I should go before the entire neighborhood learns that I'll be late for training." He says.

Jackson gives you a small smile before heading out the door. He gets in the car and they pull away.

Jackson's mum's split up a couple of years ago and you've been with Sofia for a little less than two years. She wasn't divorced for long before the two of you met and neither of you were expecting to hit it off so well. She was barely divorced for six months when you two started dating. Meeting Jackson for the first time was nerve wracking, his mum's just got divorced and one of them was already dating someone else, you weren't sure how he was going to react.

At first, he put very little effort into getting to know you, assuming you were just some kind of rebound for his mother. Truthfully, you understood and didn't take it personally. Sofia however, was less understanding. Jackson eventually came around and started liking you more, especially when he overhead the two of you talking about him. Sofia was angry that he was being so standoffish, but you were trying to get her to see it from his perspective. She eventually saw it from his perspective, soft of, but it meant a lot to Jackson that you were on his side, even if he was making painfully obvious that he didn't like you very much. After that conversation, the two of you became closer and a year later you moved into Sofia's house.

Since Jackson wasn't 18 his mums got divorced they both got 50/50 custody of him so he went back and fourth between their houses. Eventually you met Sofia's ex-wife, Jacksons other mother, Roz. It was a little awkward at first, but once she saw how Jackson spoke about you and seemed to take such a liking to you, she warmed up pretty quickly. Sofia and Roz's relationship was civil, they're weren't best friends, but they also didn't want to kill each other when they saw each other. They both put their differences aside for Jackson and it was something you really admired about their relationship.

Grabbing your book, you lay down on the couch and continue reading. Thirty minutes later Sofia walks in the door, she tosses her keys in the bowl near the table and walks into the living room.

"We were five minutes late." She says, clearly aggravated.

"Oh shit, did they kick you guys out?" You said playfully as you read your book on the couch.

"I'm serious y/n."

"So was I."

Sofia grabs the book out of your hand and crosses her arms.

"Hey!"

"I need you to help get him out of the door in the morning, not procrastinate and make him late!"

"Sofia-"

"He needs to be on time, he must stick to his schedule."

"Babe," You say as you sit up. You gently grab her wrist and guide her to sit on the couch. "You were going to be late anyway, even if you drove like a bat out of hell." She rolls her eyes at you. "I'm serious. I'm sorry I was an accomplice, but I had to check on him. He hasn't been himself and I'm starting to get worried."

"He's fine, he just needs to push himself more."

"Sofia he's doing the best he can-"

"Well he needs to do better."

"Sofie, are you not seeing what I'm seeing? I'm worried about him, about his mental health."

"He needs to focus more. To get his head in the game and stop focusing on all of these silly things-"

"Baby, he's only a teenager, yeah dances and girlfriends are silly, but they're important."

"Not as important as Nationals, or getting a scholarship to a good university."

"He's going to do great in Nationals, he's going to get a good scholarship, just let him be a kid too-"

"He is destined for greatness y/n, can't you see that?! He needs to stick to his schedule. He needs to train harder, to focus more, to do better!"

"Sof-"

"We are done with this conversation." She says as she stands up and walks away.

"Sofia!" She keeps walking away and you lay back down on the couch in defeat. You realize that she still has your book. "Can I at least get my book back?"

You hear a "SMACK" on the ground, and look towards the stairs. Sofia definitely tossed it from the second floor.

"Thank you!" You say with a bit of sarcasm as you get up and pick it up off of the floor.

A few minutes later she comes downstairs in her running gear.

"Where are you going?"

"Where does it look like I'm going?" She says, still clearly annoyed from your conversation earlier.

"Huh, I thought garbage was being picked up tomorrow." You say nonchalantly with a bit of a chuckle.

"You know what? I am so tired of your-"

"Woah, Sofia, I was joking!"

"Well that wasn't very funny."

You could tell that you hurt her a little and you immediately feel bad. Getting up off of the couch you walk up to her and cup her face with your hand.

"I'm sorry, I took it too far. I didn't mean to hurt you." You say, looking into her beautiful green eyes.

She stares into your eyes, you can tell she's definitely still not happy, but you can tell there's something else bothering her.

"Baby, talk to me. What's going on?"

"Nothing, everything is fine."

"Come on, don't give me that. I can see it in your eyes, there's something going on. Talk to me."

Her eyes soften for a moment as she looks at you and you caress her cheek with your thumb. Just when you think she's about to open up to you, her walls are back up.

"I don't want to talk about it. Everything is fine." She pulls away from you and heads towards the door.

"I'm going for my run, I don't know how long I'll be."

You sigh in disappointment and watch her as she walks away.

"Okay, be safe. I love you."

"Love you too." She says as she walks out the door.

It hurts that she didn't turn around to say it to you, something she does when she's in a bad mood. Sofia is stubborn, probably the most stubborn person you've ever met. Trying to break down her walls is quite literally like trying to punch through concrete. Things weren't always like this between the two of you, in the beginning she let you in, let you see past her walls. That's one of the reasons why you fell in love with her so quickly, she was so open with you, so unafraid to bare her soul to you. Lately though she's been so closed off. She's been frustrated, angry, stressed. Her walls went right back up and they were stronger than ever this time. You know it's her own defense mechanism, she does it to protect herself and it has nothing to do with you. But it still hurts, it still makes you feel so isolated. Every time you've tried talking to her about it she put more walls up and it would turn into an argument. You did your best to keep it calm when Jackson was home, but when he was with Roz the two of you ended up in screaming matches a few times. You love her, so, so much, but it's painful. Watching her be so hard on Jackson, when he's clearly not okay, is painful. You don't know what more you can do.

The two of you don't speak much for the rest of the day. Sofia came home about an hour and a half later, showered, ate breakfast and went back up to the bedroom. You were in the living room, reading your book and watching tv for the rest of the day.

A few hours later Jackson walks in, one of his friends drove him home from practice.

"I'm home." He says, sounding absolutely wiped.

"Hey kid," you say, getting up from the couch. "how was it?"

"Fine." He says, shrugging his shoulders.

"Jackson, are you sure-"

"Jackson," Sofia says as she walks up to the two of you. "what were your times today?"

"Hi mum, yeah, training was great thanks. How was your day?" He says sarcastically.

"Very funny." She says, unamused and not really getting why he said it. "What were your times?"

He rolls his eyes and slides his backpack off of his shoulder. After unzipping it he pulls out a sheet of paper and hands it to Sofia.

"I beat my best time." He says with a little pride, pointing to the paper.

"That's amazing Jackson!" You say.

"It could be better." Sofia says at the same time.

The two of you make eye contact and you don't even notice your mouth is open. Your gazes flickers over to Jackson and the little pride he had was completely washed away.

"Sofia-"

"If he wants to do well at Nationals he needs to do better." She looks over at Jackson. "I think we should add an extra day of training."

"But mum, I already train five days a week-"

"Do you want to do well in Nationals? Do you want to get a good scholarship to a good university? You need to do better, push yourself more, you need to focus Jackson!"

"Sofia, don't you think that's a little much?" You ask with concern in your voice.

"No. This is what he needs to do." She says, her eyes narrowing at you.

You can practically see the light from Jacksons eyes go out, all you see is the shell of a completely defeated kid. Your heart breaks for him. As he turns to head towards his room, you put your hand on his shoulder and say softly "I'm proud of you." Jackson nods his head and goes into his bedroom and closes his door.

Looking up you see anger of Sofia's face. A fight is coming, you know it. Right as she opens her mouth you cut her off.

"Lets go upstairs, okay?"

You walk past her and head up the stairs. Cutting her off definitely pissed her off more but you don't care, you don't want to argue with her outside of his bedroom door.

"How dare you undermine me in front of my son!" She practically yells when you get upstaris.

"I didn't undermine you Sofia!"

"Yes, you did. You don't know what's best for him, I know what he needs to do to be great, you don't!"

"Sofia he is great! He beat his best time, that's an amazing accomplishment and you acted like it meant nothing!"

"It means nothing if he doesn't pour everything he has into his passion!"

Something in you snapped, this wasn't his passion anymore, one look at him and you could tell. This was Sofia's passion, she got injured in college and couldn't compete anymore and is using Jackson to fulfill her dreams. Was this his passion once? You're sure it was, but not anymore. You're so afraid that she's going to push him too hard and push him away forever.

"You mean your passion! This is your passion Sofia, not his!"

"How dare you-"

"Sofia look at him! Look at your son! He's miserable! And you're not doing anything but making it harder for him! Please, just ease up on him, just a little, he-"

"You don't know what my son needs!"

Tears begin welling up in your eyes, she's never thrown that in your face before. Of course you knew you weren't his mum, he had two wonderful mums, but you did feel responsible for him. He was like a son to you, hearing her say that broke your heart a little.

"Sofia please, just look at him, take your eyes off of Nationals and scholarships for one second and look at your son!"

"You never take your eyes off of the goals!" She yells.

"Look at him!" You practically scream. "Sofia look at him! You're killing him! He needs a break, he needs some time off, please."

"He is my son! Not yours! You don't know what he needs so stop acting like you're his parent! You're not his parent! You are nothing to him!" She screams.

You can practically feel your heart shatter in your chest. She's never acted like this before, never said such horribly hurtful things. You stand there in silence trying to hold back your tears but fail. With one hand over your heart, you other one covers your mouth as tears pour down your face.

"She is not nothing to me."

Sofia turns around and you look up to see Jackson standing in the doorway.

"Jackson-"

"No mum, I don't want to hear it. She is right, everything y/n said was right. If you weren't so selfish, so focused on what you want, you would see that I am miserable. Y/n has been more of a parent to me than you have. She's the only one out of the two of you that actually cares about me, about how I'm doing. Not about my times, how well my training has been going, how many meets I win, she cares about me. All you care about is how well I do."

Even though Sofia's back is turned towards you, you can tell hearing Jacksons words broke her.

"I am doing this for you!" She yells.

"No you're not! You keep telling yourself that but you're not! You're doing this for you! You stopped caring about what I wanted a long time ago. She's been more of a mum to me than you've been!"

Sofia opens her mouth to speak again but quickly closes it. She turns and looks at you, her face painted with anger, hurt, even maybe betrayal. Turning back around, she pushes past Jackson and heads downstairs. You follow her with Jackson behind you and you watch as Sofia grabs her purse and her keys.

"Sofia!" You call after her. She slams the door and gets into her car. Running after her, you open the door and call out to her again. "Sofia!" But she peels out of the driveway and drives away.

After you close the door you lean back against it and the tears come flooding. Covering your face, you slide down the door and sit on the floor, doing your best but failing, to hold back your sobs.

Jackson sits next to you and isn't quite sure what to do. He reaches out to touch you a few times but pulls his hand back. Instead, he settles on leaning his head against your shoulder. You turn towards him and wrap your arms around him, resting your cheek on top of his head.

"I'm so sorry you had to see that Jackson." You say through tears. "I'm so sorry about all of it. I've tried talking to her so many times but she's too stubborn for her own good. She can't see past her goal, she can't see what it's doing to you."

"Thank you for always being on my side. Even when we first met, you were on my side and I didn't even like you." He says and you both laugh as you wipe away your tears. "What mum said wasn't true. You mean a lot to me, I haven't told either of my mums this yet, but when I talk about you with my friends, I call you my bonus mum. You mean that much to me."

You hold Jackson tighter and cry a little more. The two of you sit there for a little while holding each other. Eventually, the both of you stand up and Jackson goes into his room and you go into yours and take a shower. After your shower you put your pajamas on and lay in bed. No book, no tv, no phone, you just lay on your side replaying everything that happened in your head as a few tears fall from your eyes.

A little more than an hour after Sofia stormed out, you hear the door open and close. You hear her toss her keys in the bowl and you hear her footsteps coming up the stairs.

She walks into the bedroom and you look up. She looks like shit, her mascara is under her eyes, her eyes are bloodshot, red and puffy. The two of you look at each other for a moment. It's annoying how beautiful she looks, even when she's been crying. Her green eyes look brighter against the red in her eyes, her lips still look so soft and kissable, even when she's pouting. You love her, but fuck what she said hurt.

"I don't really know what to say." She says, breaking the silence. You look down at your pillow as a few more tears escape and you try to wipe them away. "I am so sorry." Looking back up, you see that her eyes are squeezed shut and her knuckles are practically white from holding her hands so tightly. "You were right, about everything, and I didn't listen." She opens her eyes and tears run down her cheeks.

Sofia takes a few steps into the room until she's standing at the edge of the bed. You sit up and stare at her.

"Sofia-"

"Please," she says, cutting you off. "Please let me finish." You nod your head and she takes a deep breath in and exhales. "You've been trying to tell me, for months, about your concerns about Jackson and all I was able to see was an athlete, someone who could excel, who could win Nationals, get the best scholarship to the best university. I didn't see my son. I didn't see his pain, his exhaustion, how he tried so hard to make me proud but I never showed him that it was enough. You did, you saw him hurting and you tried to tell me, you tried to be there for him and I stopped you every chance I got. You were right, about everything and I am so sorry. I know what you're going to say, and yes, I will have this conversation with him as well. But I need to tell you how wrong I was to say those things I said. You mean so much to him, you were a far better mum to him these last few months than I've been. I am so sorry, I was so blinded, you tried to tell me and I just couldn't see it, I wouldn't. I realized how hard I've been on the both of you, I've been so distant, angry, stressed. I treated the two people I love more than anything in the world like absolute shit and I am so, so sorry my love." Sofia breaks down and starts crying, she presses the heels of her hands into her eyes to stop the tears and breaks down. "I was so awful to you, and all you did was try to watch out for my son the way I was supposed to. I treated you like shit and you still loved me through it all and I can't understand why."

As the tears run down your cheeks, you can't bear to see her like this. Yes of course you were hurt, but her apology meant a lot and all you wanted to do was hold her. Sitting up more, you walked on your knees across the bed and wrapped your arms around Sofia. She cried into you and you cried into her. Her hands left her face and she wrapped her arms around your waist, one of your hands cradled the back of her head and the other rested in between her shoulder blades.

"I love you, so much y/n. I was so awful to you and I regret it so much. I promise I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you, but please, please don't leave me." Sofia completely breaks down in you arms and she sits on the edge of the bed.

The two of you hold each other and cry for a little while. No words are spoken, the air only filled with the sound of you both crying as you hold each other tightly.

Sofia is the one who pulls away first. The hand you had cradling the back of her head slides to cup her cheek and you wipe away her tears with your thumb.

"Baby," you say softly, "you hurt me, a lot. Over the last few months and tonight, especially tonight. I'm not going to pretend that I was okay or wasn't shattered by what you said, because I wasn't okay, I felt completely broken." Tears fall down Sofia's cheeks faster and you wipe them away. "But I know that isn't who you are. I know you've been stressed and overwhelmed, it doesn't excuse it, but I know the woman I love is still in there, and she's worth sticking around for. I love you, so much. I'm not going anywhere, I promise."

Sofia holds you tight and cries into you again. When she pulls away she looks deeply into your eyes.

"I love you, y/n, more than I've ever loved anyone. I am going to do anything and everything it takes to make it up to you, I promise, I'm going to make it right."

"I know you will baby, but before you make it right with me, you have to make it right with Jackson. He's been hurting much more than I have and for much longer, go talk to him."

Sofia nods and you pull her in, your lips softly colliding with hers for a gentle, passionate kiss. When you pull away you wipe a few more of her tears away and she nods at you and goes to talk to Jackson.

After their conversation, Sofia comes back into the bedroom and lays down next to you. She wraps her arms around you and pulls you close, resting her head in the crook of your neck.

"How did it go?"

"Better than I expected. I expected him to tell me to piss off. But he didn't. He listened, he told me how he's been feeling, how you've been trying to check in with him, making sure he was okay the entire time. He told me how much I hurt him, how he so badly wanted to make me proud but nothing he did seemed to be enough for me. Fuck I felt like such a failure as a mum, but he forgave me. He told me he understood why I was doing what I was doing, I genuinely thought he still loved it. I did, and since he wasn't biologically mine, to have something we both loved, the fact that he shared my passion, it brought us so close together. But I took it too far, I need to let him figure out who he is."

"I'm proud of you baby." You say, kissing her hair.

Sofia looks up at you with wonder in her eyes.

"How do you not possibly hate me after everything I've done?"

"Because I know you, the real you that you keep buried inside." You say, poking at her chest. "And that woman is amazing, flawed like the rest of us, but she's an incredible mum, and an incredible partner. You got lost there for a minute babe, but I knew you were going to see the light. I'm still hurt, but I also still love you so much."

"I don't know what I ever did to deserve you." Sofia says, pulling back a little to look into your eyes. She tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and caresses your cheek. "I love you."

Sofia pulls you in for a kiss, it's soft and gentle, but filled with so much love and passion.

Of course you were deeply hurt by what she said, but you know deep down, that isn't who she is and you know that she's going to do everything she possibly can to make it up to both you and Jackson.

That night the two of you fall asleep in each others arms. Both of you were exhausted from the days events but at the end of the day you know how much she loves you, and that you also love her so much. It may take some time to repair the damage, but you know your relationship will be stronger than ever when it's all fixed.

#willalove75 #hannah waddingham #wlw fanfic #sofia marchetti #sofia marchetti x reader #sex education fan fic #sex education #sex ed netflix

[haystarlight]

Friendly reminder that condoms aren't just for people with dicks. Like, there's the big condoms that are made to put on vaginas but also:

People that use straps/dildos/toys sometimes put condoms on the things to keep them clean. (Cause it's important to keep those things clean, that stuff goes inside people! Keep it clean!)

People that cut up condoms with scissors to make homemade dental dams.

Anyway have fun and be safe.

#was thinking about a fic I read some months ago and it reminded me of this #the fic was like “why would lesbians need condoms” and I was like #1. trans lesbians #2. this post #tw sex mention #tw sex #cw sex talk #cw sex mention #cw sex #tw sex talk #tw sex toys #cw suggestive #tw suggestive #sex education #safe sex #sex ed #sex health #sex positive #sex positivity #condoms

[unluckyhoneybee]

S*x Education (Lando Norris)

What started as a few pieces of advice for a friend, slowly morphed into something else. I was expecting it to be over, just a one-time thing, enough for gaining experience for future hookups. And oh, I was so wrong.

MASTERLIST. I have stopped writing this for a while.

Pt 1. Advice 18-4-22

Pt2. Practical lessons 5-5-22

Pt3. A couple of questions. 12-5-22

Pt4. Good with numbers. 22-5-22

Pt5. Risky and Painful. 29-5-22

Pt6. We are friends. 30-5-22

Pt7. Before summer. 10-6-22

Pt8. Mediterranean sun. 19-6-22

Pt9. Sun and Waves. 3-6-22.

Pt10. Car rides and Tears. 21 -7-22

Pt11. Adults. 30-7-22

Pt12. To the limit. Pt1 & Pt2. (17&27)-8-22

Pt13. Close to Breaking. 23-9-22

Pt14. Breaking point. 3-10-22

Pt15. Just Pretend. 20-10-22

Pt16. Serious talk and possibilities. 28-10-22

Pt17. Better times. 14-10-22.

Pt18. I'm here. 7-12-22

Pt19. Revolution. Out soon.

Notes:

In this self-insert story, YN YSN would be driving for Alfa Romeo with Bottas. As one of the young drivers, she will have a pretty close with all of them.

This fic obviously contains explicit content, so please, be responsible. (+18)

I will try to document myself as much as possible.

If you have any suggestions for a chapter, feel free to tell me and maybe I can include them.

#lando norris #f1 fic #smut #ln #Masterlist #Sex ed

[neongreenllama]

Remus only knows where the clitoris is because of that one time he tried to sleep with a woman and started crying because he was thinking about his ex in prison, pretended it's because he's a virgin and made her feel sorry for him, and then she explained everything to him in the same tone you explain something to a child while snot was running out of his nose

#sad sogging wet remus #remus loser lupin #pathetic loser remus #remus lupin #fic: a secret third thing #hogwarts sex ed

[sepulchritude]

I think it’s a little funny when people apologize for overstepping when actually they have just given you the most incredible gift. Like “you can ignore this if it’s too much” no get back here and say more words!! Get hugged idiot!!

#this is about multiple people who have left in depth analyses about my fic in comments and been like sorry i know you didn’t ask for this #excuse you you are actually my current favorite person!! #it’s also about people who apologize for asking me sex ed questions #actually you just gave me a chance to ramble about a special interest! never apologize! #sepulchritudinous

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

i think like a year or so down the line when their relationship is rock-solid and they both trust each other completely, ed should be allowed to bully stede abt leaving him on the docks. just a little bit

like if they go shopping at some port town and they agree to meet up at their ship at the end of the day, ed has to make sure to be the first one back so when stede shows up he's like "wow, took you long enough! i thought you were gonna run home to your wife again"

any time they make a plan that involves splitting up ed's like "hmmm i dunno, how do i know you're not gonna ditch me?? like that one time at the pirate academy?? remember? when you left me waiting for you all night?? remember that???"

one time stede gets captured by pirate hunters and when ed shows up with their crew to rescue him, the first thing he says to stede is "you stood me up again!" to which stede argues "i was taken prisoner!" and ed just rolls his eyes like "yeah, just like that time you were held at gunpoint by whats-his-face! you always have a convenient excuse, dont you?"

and stede isn't upset by it bc he knows ed has forgiven him and he also knows that ed knows that stede will never do it again and they both trust each other completely etc etc. but it's the epitome of Your Partner Doing A Bit You Hate. he does not find it funny. he just rolls his eyes and is like, "no, im not going back to mary" and "yes, darling, i remember" and "oh, you know me, always getting into life-threatening situations to avoid spending time with the love of my life"

#ofmd #our flag means death #stede bonnet #stede fucking bonnet #edward teach #edward teach born on a beach #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #s2 predictions #og #fic #mine #txt #also if ed rlly lays it on thick stede gets so annoyed he's like ''oh i'll SHOW you im not gonna go back to mary any time soon'' #and then he. idk sucks ed silly or fucks him six ways to sunday. Does Gay Sex to him #anyway it takes stede a while to realize that ed does it on purpose to egg him on. when he realizes he does not ask ed to stop

[strawberrypinky]

a short, but very important psa

I have debated for a while whether or not to make this post at all; however, given recent developments and various conversations on this very topic (including one with my main girl, @legacygirlingreen), I feel as if I have a moral responsibility as an adult and as a writer.

From where I stand, there has been an alarming rise in incredibly toxic and non-consensual/dubiously consensual untagged content, displaying disturbing and wrongful behaviour as romantic or even healthy - both within the Hogwarts Legacy Fandom and outside, and there are a few things I wish to say.

Let me start this by saying that authors and readers alike are entitled to enjoy non-con/dub-con in fiction. Fanfiction, in particular, is supposed to be self-indulgent and fun, and there are hardly any limits when it comes to writing and reading. I have voluntarily read transgressional content - that is if it has been adequately tagged and labelled as such. 

Unfortunately, however, I have come across various fics which have lacked that explicit tagging. And that is not okay.

I will not drop any names or fics in particular here - it is not my job to publicly humiliate or 'expose' anyone. I will, however, give a small lesson on consent now, because I do feel it's necessary:

In real life, consent is the most crucial aspect of any sort of sexual relationship. It needs to be voluntary, informed, unambiguous and affirmatively conscious - both parties need to agree upon any sexual activity.

Consent can only be given between two adults when both are sound of mind, meaning that 'consent' can not be given when someone is drunk or unconscious. If any party is not fully conscious and thus able to offer consent, it is sexual assault — or, in simpler terms, rape. 

Anyone engaging in sexual relations needs to agree upon anything freely.

Coercing, gaslighting, love bombing or manipulating someone into something is not consent.

Sentences that include any variation of 'If you truly love me' or 'You love me, right?' are coercion, perhaps even a threat.

Consent can be given and withdrawn at any point. 

"No". Is. A. Sentence.

The absence of a 'No' is not a 'Yes', and regardless of the nature of a relationship, if any of the involved parties revoke their consent, any activity must be stopped immediately. No 'If', 'So', or 'Buts' about it. 

If you, as an author, write a fic that fails to include explicit consent or incorporate scenes that clearly showcase non-consensual conduct, you have a moral responsibility to both yourself and especially to your readers to include proper warnings and tags. I want to make it very clear once again that I have no issues with transgressional or non-consensual content in fiction as long as it's tagged accordingly, as it serves as both a warning and a reminder that, no, this is not proper or healthy behaviour.

Write whatever you want. But when you do, ensure that you consider your responsibility towards yourself and others when displaying what a healthy relationship should and needs to look like.

“Silence does not mean yes. No can be thought and felt but never said. It can be screamed silently on the inside. It can be in the wordless stone of a clenched fist, fingernails digging into palm. Her lips sealed. Her eyes closed. His body just taking, never asking, never taught to question silence” ― Amy Reed, The Nowhere Girls

#hogwarts legacy #aesop sharp #professor sharp #hogwarts legacy fic #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #leander prewett #fanfiction #consent #sex ed #autonomy #communication #this has been a psa

[fuckyeahisawthat]

Y’know what kind of “older queer person has the Good Sex for the first time” scenario I want for Stede? I say as if I’m not eventually going to write it. Stede experiencing sex as intimacy for the first time in his life.

I feel like the emphasis in these kind of scenes is often on the embodiment aspect of the experience, the “oh so this is what sex feels like when I’m fully aroused/doing it with someone I am actually attracted to/doing the kind of sex acts I enjoy” element. Which...yes. That part can be fucking revelatory. But that’s just one layer of the “OH so THAT’s what it’s supposed to be like” experience and I feel like for Stede there are some other layers that would be equally if not more world-altering.

Stede and Mary presumably had enough sex to produce two living children, and I’d imagine the experience ranged somewhere from “this is fine I guess but I’d rather be reading a book” to skin-crawlingly uncomfortable for both of them. Given what we see of their parents I think it’s very likely they were both raised to think of sex as a marital duty required to produce an heir and nothing more. Either giving or receiving pleasure was certainly not a requirement if it was even an expectation at all. 

And given that Stede’s main coping strategy for his marital unhappiness seems to be avoidance, emotionally withdrawing and self-isolating, I would imagine he was fairly...not present during the act and also, shall we say, not partner-focused. If he’d been willing to meet Mary halfway with trying to at least be friends, they might have gotten to a point where they both acknowledged that they weren’t really attracted to each other, but the social expectations placed on them meant they had to produce children, and maybe they would have been able to approach things with a little more kindness and camaraderie, if not genuine passion. But that’s not Stede’s approach to the situation at all.

So I think he was probably mostly focused on doing what he needed to do to get the job done on a basic physiological level, probably with a lot of bottled-up guilt and shame and self-loathing involved, and in that context I can see him just not really paying attention to Mary at all. Not out of any deliberate cruelty but just because he can be self-centered in his own misery in a way that ends up hurting other people. Or possibly just because, of the two of them, he’s the one who needs to be at least somewhat aroused for this to work, and whatever strategy he had for that required all his concentration. (YMMV but this is one of the reasons I think Stede was at least somewhat aware of his attraction to men before he met Ed; “this baby can fit so many sexual fantasies while never ever ever talking about the state of his actual sex life with his actual wife” seems very on brand for Stede to me.)

So with Ed I’d imagine it’s probably not just Stede’s first time having sex for pleasure, period, but the first time this is any kind of mutually collaborative experience for him. It must be wild, being fully present and realizing for the first time that you want to be, not just for your own sensory experience but because it turns out everything going on with your partner is ungodly hot--what he’s doing to you but also watching him react to what you’re doing to him. (Who knew you had that kind of power?) Not just realizing that this is terribly arousing for you but the realization that this other person (who you consider to be much cooler and hotter and more sexually experienced than you) is just absolutely desperate to fuck you, that you have the ability to turn him on, to drive him wild. The wanting and the delight at being wanted in return. 

The realization that it’s fun to learn what your partner likes, letting him show you or discovering new things together, that talking about what you want and what he wants is sexy, actually, even if admitting desires is scary sometimes. Realizing that this is something that can be playful and joyful and fun and also involve a truly awe-inspiring amount of trust and vulnerability that this other person is offering you and inviting you to share in return. That yes it’s sometimes silly or embarrassing or gross or weird or nerve-wracking but it’s something you’re doing together, not something alienating and uncomfortable that you’re experiencing alone even though your partner is right there. That it’s something that people do to be closer to each other and here is this person who wants to be close to you in that way, that you sort of thought didn’t actually exist, or at least, didn’t exist for people like you. But it does and you get to have it. 

Yeah. That’s the kind of scene I want.

#ofmd #our flag means death #sex talk #headcanons #stede bonnet #ed teach #mary bonnet #i feel like ed has a parallel but distinct journey with intimacy so maybe i will write the ed post next #or just get my shit together and write the actual fic

[hiimcanadia]

Btw my brain is made of worms and unfortunately I have spent nearly all day thinking about a scene where Jack and Stede try to out-dom each other using Ed as their very willing but slightly overwhelmed test subject

#they're arguing over whose technique can make Ed come hardest/fastest #whether he really prefers the soft dom thing or if he actually needs it rough #Ed comes like 5 times before he taps out meanwhile Stede kind of forgot that this was sex and not just a competition #sorry guys i just needed to get this one out of my head before i accidentally start writing an actual fic about it #2pm in the morning #ofmd #gentlejacked #ed teach #stede bonnet #calico jack #nsft #mdni

[archangeldyke-all]

sorry for no requests tonight, i'll be back to 'em tomorrow!

#spent my writing time tonight working on the sex ed fic #it's so fun to write heheheh i'm very excited for u guys to read it. #there's like 1 or 2 chapters left depending on how i decide to space it out and hopefully it'll be on ao3 by the weekend! #anyways #love u guys! i've got some LOVELY requests i'm excited to get to tomorrow :) hope ur all doing well <333

[crossbackpoke-check]

18 + swaymark!!

oooo thank you!!

#18 - pleaser, wallows + swaymark

okay i know they are canonically obsessed with each other but. the song is in some ways about feeling like you’re failing in your relationship and being not quite as obsessed with them as they maybe are with you, and in this video of them talking about being a tandem, there is the slightest pause before swayman answers “do you miss him?” that makes me want to probe a wound. we’re not talking irl reasons of how that’s an absurd question (how do you miss him. you’re coworkers you’re seeing each other all the time) we’re talking that maybe this whole goalies-in-love thing got blown out of proportion and now swayman’s having to buy into the bit too hard. linus loves it & everyone’s asking about their bromance & how they love each other so much and the thing is—linus is safe. he’s got a wife and plausible deniability and jeremy? jeremy is gay. sure, he can crack jokes and people-please but the more people ask the more they're going to find out until maybe they find out something jeremy doesn't want them to know. and the longer this goes on, the more jeremy has to sit at linus' dinner table with linus and his beautiful wife and pretend like he isn't a little bit in love with him. and you know what? the longer it goes on and linus doesn't dial it down jeremy does stop being in love with him, because it just feels cruel, until he finally is done enough that he stops biting his tongue and ruins the moment.

#…this so is not a five sentence summary but ALSO this manages to perfectly align with something i was obsessed with (that media video) #like yeah is that pause reasonably a buffering time to a weird question? yes!!! do i want to read into it & make swayman a bit uncomfortabl #also yes!!! sorry i decided to give them tragique but they were assigned by spotify. the other option for this song was an ED fix-it fic #about healthy sex and learning that it can be a part of a normal relationship!! sex is weird and fucked up!! but like. that’s just because #i have always interpreted this song as a) unrequited best friend love & you’re worried you’re gonna fuck it up b) virgin who doesn’t know #what sex is and is scared to tell anyone and then option c) people pleaser keeps going along with it but can’t anymore #also OBVIOUSLY they end up fine. whether that ends up being jeremy finally telling linus (oblivious) i don’t want to do this with you #i need to get over you & them creating a platonic space & sway ends up with someone else OR linus has the oh. true. i simply never #considered that i could be gay for you option OR the one i have just invented but is now my favorite because i love a good polycule is that #linus & his wife simply add jeremy to their relationship. and then this song becomes jeremy scared to have sex with linus’ wife at first lo #liv in the replies #the interviews in that video doing the lord’s work fr but also that ‘do you not miss him’ feels SO uncomfortable. say no! but then he leans #in with the dirty jokes comment & i know i’ve made like eight variations already (sorry. that’s how my brain works) but it is soooo fun #to me personally if they are broken up but now have to act nice & keep doing all these rituals & sell us on the narrative & they’re just #trying to see who’s going to crack first. needle each other into laughing or getting irritated enough it shows through & the other one wins #do even more aggressive hug rituals!! get a medical warning from the athletic training staff!!!