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centuriantalevevo · 3 years

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Headcanons I got for Genshin Impact

Sexuality:

Albedo is Bisexual with a decent lean towards women

Aether is bisexual, try and change my mind... you can't-

Amber doesn't really know, she knows she likes guys though

Barbara is straight, she thinks.. she finds girls pretty but isn't sure if she'd date them or not

Beidou is hella bisexual, no other way to say it.

Bennett is questioning, he is achillean though (Men loving Men exclusively or non-exclusively, includes bisexual Men and gay men)

Baizhu is Achillean... prolly gay tbh but-

Chongyun is gay... there's no other way to say it

Diona is straight

Diluc is... probably straight...

Eula is Sapphic, now whether she's lesbian or bisexual specifically is a hella good question. She ain't sure

Fischl is... bisexual.. I could see it. Bisexual with.. possibly a preference for men??

Ganyu is questioning

Hu Tao is that one bisexual who makes it obvious, but also not at the same time

Jean is straight-

Kaedehara Kazuha is... bisexual with no preference, or the preference fluctuates

Kaeya is just a raging bisexual, he doesn't give a shit what you are. If you exist, you better rUN- as a bisexual, I resonate with him-

Kamisato Ayaka.. idk her really, she looks like.. she'd be a soft lesbian??

Keching is definitely a bisexual, now if she has a preference... idk

Klee, when she's older, would be that sweet and cute bisexual

Kujou Sara... who?? Oh bird mask girl... uhm... lesbian. I think-

Lisa is also another raging bisexual, sit tf down she seemingly flirts with traveler whether you choose Aether or Lumine

Lumine is also bisexual

Mona is... idk? Straight probably...? Nah... bisexual with a lean for men, but doesn't really care much (she's prolly the zodiac obsessed girlfriend)

Ningguang is absolutely a bisexual with a preference for women, but will take a man whenever-

Noelle is... biromantic asexual?? I could see it.

Qiqi, if she was older and could ever age, is probably straight but is always thought of as a bisexual or lesbian at first glance.

Raiden Shogun is prolly a lesbian, or just identifies as Sapphic in general

Razor is a bisexual but doesn't really realize cuz... he doesn't really have a concept of normal society. All he knows is human nice, he likes this person, now he loves them and would like to stay with them forever. Oh you're a guy? I don't care. Love me. Oh you're a girl? Nice, now love me. Oh you're nonbinary?? I dunno what that is but love me right now this is a demand not a request.

Rosaria is bisexual... probably a small lean for men?? No... women... no...??? Her lean fluctuates

Sangonomiya Kokomi is.. Sapphic, and I say Sapphic cuz I definitely think she'd have an attraction to women, but idk if that's exclusive or not

Sayu.. ifk how old she is, she looks like she's... 9... if she was older.... idk prolly like Qiqi and seems like a lesbian or something at first? But in reality is straight, she thinks girls are pretty, but wouldn't date them or anything

Sucrose is biromantic asexual as well??? Or maybe just bisexual... idk but she's bi in some way.. wait.. no... straight.. bi.. straight... bi with a pretty big lean to men?

Tartaglia is that one biphobic homophobic bisexual, and will say homophobic shit whole simultaneously being railed by Zhongli or something- mans stop saying "ew gay" when you're literally Zhongli's sugar daddy.

Venti is bi but doesn't really label himself as anything. Person is person, he's a God he doesn't really care, he can have anyone he wants.

Xiangling is SAPPHIC- IDK IF THATS EXCLUSIVE OR NOT LMAO- I can see her sitting here like "um... women cute... I think guys are cute too?? I'd date both??? Um... yes", she's too busy thinking of new recipes to care too much.

Xiao is a whole bisexual but since he, like Razor, is outta touch with society, he doesn't really know. He knows what the sexualities are, unlike Razor tho. He just doesn't realize that he actually is bisexual. "Hey question, out if curiosity, are you bi? Straight? Gay?" ".. why? That's such a useless question to ask" "I dunno..." "i... don't know?? I'd probably date a guy, or a girl. I don't give a care. You treat me good.. and I haven't had that in a long time.." "yeah that's bisexual" "O h . . . It is?-" "yeah no straight guy would say they'd date a guy unless they closeted or something-"

Xinqiu is.. Achillean.. cuz I can't decide if he's gay or bisexual. Prolly bisexual with a big preference for men (chONGYUN-)

Xinyan is absolutely bisexual, and you can't tell me otherwise!

Yanfei is straight but for some reason seems bi at first

Yoimiya is... um... prolly questioning as well, on the verge of straight and bisexual

Zhongli is y e s- I'm kidding. He's bi, like Venti he doesn't really put a name on it. He's a God, he had that privilege-

Notice how more of them were bisexual- I'm soRRY-

Relationships (such as Monogamous or Polyamorous)

Albedo doesn't know, but wouldn't mind trying out polyamory. He most likely doesn't care if he's in a monogamous or polyamorous relationship. Monogamy would let him have his boyfriend/girlfriend/enbyfriend to himself, but polyamory would give him chances to explore. Both, both are good.

Aether is polyamorous, shh

Amber is monogamous, she tried polyamory once but was a bit.. meh..

Barbara is.. monogamous, prolly related to religious reasons?

Beidou is poly. You can't tell me otherwise

Bennett is probably poly, or just doesn't care

Chongyun is most likely monogamous

Diluc is monogamous

Diona, when she's older, is monogamous.

Eula... probably doesn't really care, she stopped caring a long time ago.

Fischl seems poly

Ganyu might be poly??

Hu Tao is poly lol

Jean is monogamous

Kaedehara Kazuha is poly

KAEYA IS ABSOLUTELY POLYAMOROUS, HE'S LIKE EYO GET ME IN ON THAT ACTION

Kamisato Ayaka seems monogamous

Keching.. dunno.. she'd be willing to try polyamory

Klee, when she's older, is probably monogamous

Kujou Sara LOOKS poly- so she's either poly, or looks poly but is monogamous

Lisa would definitely be polyamorous

Lumine is also poly lol

Ningguang is definitely monogamous.

Noelle.. would try polyamory, and not really care for it much. She might be willingly to enter one after trying it

Qiqi, if she could age and stuff, woukd be monogamous

Raiden Shogun is a god, she'll be polyamorous, but wouldn't mind monogamy. She can do what she wants.

Razor.. might be poly. He'd probably prefer to have his partner to himself but wouldn't mind sharing... but considering he grew up with wolves, he'll prolly be really overprotective and only let those he REALLY trusts be in a poly relationship with him and whoever he's with. (I.e Bennett or the traveler-)

Rosaria is poly, partly as a big "F you" to religions that don't like it, and also just cuz.. Rosaria is Rosaria. She hangs out with Kaeya, it's expected

Sangonomiya Kokomi probably also doesn't care

Sayu, if she was older, might be monogamous. Tried polyamory and it just wasn't for her

Sucrose wouldn't really mind. She'd do with either monogamy or polyamory

Tartaglia is prolly monogamous

Venti is poly. He's a God. What do you expect? Again.. he can have whoever he wants.

Xiangling.. might not care. Hey, if she's in a poly relationship that means more people to taste test her recipes lol

Xiao is poly, but doesn't fully realize. Again.. "wait not everyone is okay with being with multiple people??" "Nah its not that common- but it's okay, you can join the polyamory club" "huh..." "some people lose custody of their kids over it and crap-" honestly he questions how someone couldn't be okay with it, yeah he'd be hella jealous for a while, but of course he'd also only be in a poly relationship with those he TRUSTS. Which his trust is hard to gain. I mean... that means more people to love you, and more people who can help you, even when you're too stubborn to ask for help.

Xinqiu might be poly? He never put much thought to it.

Xinyan is a poly queen, she's making herself a harem.

Yanfei might be poly? Or monogamous, but okay with poly occasionally. She'd definitely defend those who are poly tho.

Yoimiya.. she looks like she might be okay with either one

Zhongli is a god, he's poly and will have whoever he wants. With his voice, he could probably CONVINCE people to be polyamorous with just a suggestion-

Albedo and Xiao need to be in a poly relationship with me rn-

Hope this was okay lol-

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returnsandreturns · 4 years

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i don't know what's happening but it's happening

“Nick,” Schmidt says, throwing himself into the booth next to her at the bar and grabbing her arm. “I need you to verify to that girl who looks so much like Jessica Alba that she might actually be Jessica Alba that I’m the only man who’s ever made you question your lesbian lifestyle.”

“. . .I’m too drunk to decide whether that’s offensive or not,” Nick says, squinting at him, “but you know I have to go sleep with that girl now, right?”

“I have dibs, Nicole,” Schmidt says, gasping, because he’s pretty drunk, too. Schmidt dramatically gasps 10% more with every drink he has. Nick hasn’t actually done that math but she feels that it’s true and she’s pretty sure that matters just as much. Feelings are the statistics of your heart.

She should write that down.

“Didn’t call ‘em,” she says, climbing over Coach’s lap and barely making it to her feet without falling. She lifts her arms a little like it’s an accomplishment.

“Do you think she’ll get her?” Schmidt asks, sounding like he’s pouting as Nick walks away.

“Nick can be confusingly hot when she wants to be,” Coach says, noncommittally. “It could really go either way.”

Nick’s wearing a black tank top under an open flannel and borderline uncomfortably tight jeans and that’s basically her at the peak of her wardrobe game so between that and the drinks, at least she’s really confident about trying to get in her pants before it’s an absolute swing and a miss and she has to walk of shame back to their table.

“She doesn’t look that much like Jessica Alba,” she mutters, sitting next to Schmidt again.

“Is she straight?” Schmidt asks. “Immune to your surprising lesbian wiles? Should I try again?”

“She is bisexual,” Nick says, “and not interested in either of us. She clearly has good taste.”

“I just need it to be known that I could absolutely get with that girl,” Coach says, “but she is currently looking at our table like she’s contemplating calling the cops and we know which of the three of us is getting arrested in that scenario.”

“Right, right,” Schmidt says, nodding solemnly. “With the racism and everything.”

Nick turns around to see the girl talking to someone else at her table, immediately whipping back around when they make eye contact and almost knocking all three of their drinks over.

She looks a lot more like Jessica Alba from far away.

Jess’ smile is too big.

“I think she’s a serial killer,” Nick says, when they move to the kitchen and leave Jess sitting on the couch in the middle of her roommate interview. “I think she’s mastered the art of politeness to hide her evil machinations.”

“Uhm, I can hear you,” Jess says, still smiling when they all glance over. “I promise I’m not a serial killer. Now a cereal killer, that’s another thing. I mean, cereal with a C. I really like cereal. Not that I’ll eat your cereal because I’m also extremely thoughtful and a perfect roommate who, to be truly honest, really needs this right now.”

They’re all quiet.

“Bedroom,” Nick hisses, grabbing Schmidt by his sleeve and tugging him toward his bedroom, shutting the door behind her and leaning against it. “Okay, clearly she’s a terrible fit, right?”

“She seems like she should be turning Zach Braff into a fully realized human through indie music in the film Garden State,” Schmidt says, “but, otherwise, having a hot girl in the loft seems like it has advantages. Sex, for one. And hot girls tend to have hot girl friends.”

“She’s not hot,” Nick says. “She’s. . .”

She’s beautiful. But that’s not even the point.

“Oh, wow, you’re actually attracted to her and not just in a skeevy ass way like Schmidt,” Coach says, pointing at her like he’s about to laugh at her. “Your face is doing that stupid dreamy thing you refuse to accept that it does when a girl makes you feel something.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about it,” Nick mutters, crossing her arms over her chest and ducking her head. “She’s ugly and I hate her.”

“This is adorable,” Coach says, smiling at her when she looks up again, even when she glares at him.

“Look, you know I fall in love with any woman I spend more than an hour with,” she says. “That’s why I live with you two. It’s. . it’s heartbreak insurance, I get gayer every minute I spend with you.”

“. . .I am genuinely wounded by that,” Schmidt says, placing his hand over his heart.

“Are you both voting yes?” Nick asks. Coach and Schmidt cut each other glances like they’re communicating with their eyes somehow before turning back to her and nodding. “Okay, I have one last question.”

She marches out to stand in front of Jess.

“I’m fully gay,” Nick says, vaguely gesturing at everything about herself. “If that makes you uncomfortable, then that’s a hate crime and I need you leave right now.”

“Oh, I love gay people!” Jess says, brightly. “I mean, not in a creepy way, I just love them as much as I love everybody else. Maybe more. I actually sewed a rainbow flag with, like, an absurd amount of sequins for one of my suitemates in college? It turned out that she wasn’t gay, she just had blue hair, and also she didn’t like it at all but my fingers did bleed, so.”

“Well, thanks, Betty Crocker,” Nick says.

“. . .I think she means Betsy Ross,” Schmidt says, fondly, after a beat.

“Well, I also bake a mean cake,” Jess says, laughing nervously, “and I will bake as many cakes as it takes until you’re all my best friend if you let me live with you. So many cakes.”

“I actually don’t eat sugar because I want to maintain peak physical--” Schmidt starts, before Nick elbows him.

“Let the woman bake, Schmidt,” she says, giving him a look.

Everything about Jess screams I am very good at baking.

Nick’s not sure if she’s going to like Jess but cake is one of her favorite foods and also coping mechanisms and also a balanced breakfast.

“Does that mean what I think it means?” Jess asks.

Nick nods reluctantly and Jess immediately stands up to wrap her arms around her, hugging Nick despite the fact that she keeps her arms firmly at her side, where they should remain forever around her.

“You look like a chocolate gal,” Jess says, when she lets go of her.

“. . .you’re not wrong,” Nick admits. Jess beams.

“I hope you all like festive sprinkles,” she says, immediately heading for the kitchen, “‘cuz you’re getting them.”

#jess is definitely in a I'm Definitely Not Queer I'm Just The Best Ally In The World phase #my fic #new girl #nickjess

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irwinkitten · 5 years

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got lucky | c.h

requested by anon: ok so for the bi!reader concept: last year i ended my relationship w this girl the main reason was because she was really insecure and jealous especially about me being bisexual like anytime i would talk to a guy she would just get so upset about it and she would make such gross biphobic comments and at the time i had so much internalised biphobia that i tried to convince myself i was gay n stayed in the relationship longer than i should have because i rly liked her i guess lol anyways (1/4) we ended and a while afterwards i started seeing this guy who i’d known of for ages (friends of friends type situation) but we just never really talked before or hung out but from the first date we clicked and the sex was crazy good like the type of sex were ur ditching ur vibrators cuz he’s that good lmao so one weekend we went to this party together and of course she is also there, i was so surprised and i could see her eyeing us the whole night, so when she came over i was anxious af (2/4) and this guy knew i was bi! it was no secret, i worked really hard to accept myself! so she comes over and she deadass goes “are you straight now? i knew you would end up with a man!” and she’s all smug but also hurt and im standing there like what the fuck and THEN this dumb man goes “ha guess the sex is so good i made her straight again” and i’m literally about to cry over how gross the whole interaction is and im so shocked i can’t even defend myself, i dumped him that night obviously (3/) last messgae: so basically can you pls do a redo of the gross situation where instead of being with that dumb guy its with calum and he is so protective n sweet n NORMAL n encourages u to stand up for urself about bisexuality / your sexuality, because what happened to me happens too often and its disgusting and gross and no one deserves that!! only if u feel comfortable/inspired tho, no pressure!! love u laura, thank u for creating such a safe space for all the queer babies it means a lot 💘 notes: i kinda enjoyed writing this one esp for my sweet anon baby. i love u and i hope this is everything you wanted ♥ warnings: biphobia, implications of emotional abuse

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“Hey what’cha doing sweets?” Calum’s voice pulled you from your musings, your hand idly tracing patterns against the paper but the pen remaining on the desk. You wrenched your thoughts from the spiral you seemed to have fallen down, a smile crossing your lips as you felt your heart flutter at the sight of him.

“Nothin’. Just thinking.” You finally replied as he pulled up one of the spare chairs next to you, the bustling activity of the coffee shop falling into your background noise as his thigh pressed against yours.

“Really? Normally you doodle when you’re just thinking.” He countered with ease and your eyes dropped to the paper, noticing that the pen remained where you’d placed it when you first sat down. Subconsciously you must’ve realised that the route your thoughts had gone were not suitable to put down on paper, your fingers picking up the pen and mind falling blank immediately.

“Oh.” You breathed before placing the pen back down and packing away the pad and pen.

“What’s running through your head, doll?” Calum’s voice was quiet and concerned, you shrugged.

“Just, a lot on my mind is all. You’re not my keeper just because we’ve slept together.” You admitted quietly and he frowned before picking up his bag and for a sinking second you thought he was going to walk off, but instead, he took your bag from your hands and slung it over his shoulder.

He looked back at you expectantly and you sighed before standing up, leaving the coffee shop with him, your eyes on the floor as you fell into step next to him.

“Your place or mine?”

“E’s gonna be home and I don’t want to hear them rant about me bringing people back.” You muttered and Calum nodded.

“I think Ash is out. He’ll probably head out to Luke’s if I show up with you.” At his smirk, you rolled your eyes fondly before shoving him towards the bus stop. His indignant “hey!” was only ignored as you two waited for the bus, his arm slung over your shoulders.

Selfishly, you leaned into his touch, trying to ignore the fact that your stomach was doing flips at his touch alone.

The bus journey was a quiet ten minutes, but Calum seemed to understand that you weren’t willing to talk with so many people around, so he was content to just keep you close, and you were unwilling to pull away until his stop came up.

When you reached his shared house with Ashton, you noted that the car was gone from the driveway and Calum smirked.

“Looks like he’s out. C’mon.” His hand tucked around yours and pulled you inside. And for a second you wondered if you could distract him with sex, but then the guilt appeared and you could feel the tears of frustration appear as your thoughts swirled and you felt dizzy.

Calum had stepped ahead, turning to see you stood leaning against the closed door, head in your hands and he knew something was wrong. Stepping back to you, he dropped your bags and took your hand in his, pulling you upstairs to his room and your stomach twisted uncomfortably.

“Cal I-”

“I’m not suggesting that.” He muttered. You fell silent at that and as he pulled you into his room, you felt unsure, but he gave you no chance to really deny him as he crawled into bed before opening his arms out to you.

“Cal.”

“I know you. You don’t do emotional stuff well but I’m here for a cuddle and an ear if you need it.” You fell into the embrace easily, your head resting on his chest as his arms wrapped around your shoulders, his lips finding your temple as you finally felt something in you snap, the surge of emotions overwhelming and frighteningly vivid.

“I keep telling myself that I never was a lesbian, that I still found men attractive but Poppy made me feel like having that attraction was stupid since I was dating her and that I was a lesbian and it’s so fucking confusing because I like you, but I can hear her voice screeching that I’m not right, that I’m a lesbian or faking it or a freak.” And for the first time since you left Poppy, you cried.

Calum had been waiting for this. When the split had happened, you’d been ready for it, you’d already left her mentally, but this was what he knew you needed. He knew that the relationship with her had been toxic, but you’d never revealed the extent of her behaviour.

His heart broke.

“Just because you like both men and women does not mean you should feel so guilty over your sexuality. There’s a B in LGBT for a reason, doll. That’s you. You’re bisexual and you should be proud of that, not ashamed because some bitch with a control issue couldn’t handle the fact that you liked more than women.”

You found yourself gripping his shirt with your fists as you pressed your face into his chest, trying to stem the tears that seemed relentless. But Calum held his silence whilst you got it out of your system, knowing that you needed to get this off your chest.

“I’m sorry.” You finally got out, but he simply shushed you.

“She was a shitty person with an attitude to show. You shouldn’t apologise for the bitch.” His words were simple but it gave you a breath of ease, pulling away as hands rubbed your shoulders gently.

He was definitely too good to you, but he was there for you regardless and you were certain that you loved him for that.

“There’s gonna be a party on the other side of town in a couple of weeks. Ash took over the old Firefly down on Hartley. He’s revamping before opening the bar to the public. You fancy going?” And you smiled at the gentle distraction he was offering.

“We get at least a free drink if we show up, right?” And Calum laughed as he kissed your temple.

“He wouldn’t say no to me. Or you. In fact, I’m almost certain he’s expecting me to do full introductions on that night since Luke and Mike will be there with the others and their girls.” You rolled your eyes.

“It’s not like I went to school with Luke or anything.” Came your sarcastic retort and Calum laughed as the two of you settled for the evening.

“Pretty sure Luke last saw you when you started dating Poppy. He’s put two and two together but he won’t say anything unless you mention it. Even then he knows it’s not his place.” Your heart seemed to swell another size in affection for Luke.

“You’re making it difficult for me to not fall in love with you Cal. Good dick, you know how to use those lips and fingers of yours, you make me feel like I belong and you respect boundaries without me having to ask.” You finally muttered and Calum gave you an almost wistful smile.

“You may have been with Poppy but that didn’t stop me from being friends with you. You’re someone I’ve genuinely cared about from day one. Not gonna chuck that away because of who you are. Plus growing up with my mom and sister almost made certain I’d be in touch with my feminine side.” He teased but the sincerity and understanding in his tone eased your shoulders.

Your features softened at the admittance and you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Then I definitely got lucky to have you in my life at least, falling in love or not.”

—

When the day of the party rolled around, you felt sick with nerves and you couldn’t understand why.

When Calum rolled up to pick you up—he was driving to Luke’s who lived closest to the bar and you’d both get a ride back to yours before he picked up his car the following morning—he could see the nerves and the grimace on his face spoke volumes.

“What?” You all but demanded when you were debating outfits. He’d been sitting on the bed watching, but got up and held his hands out to you.

You took them hesitantly. His thumbs almost immediately started to soothe across the back of your hands to help relax you.

“Word has gotten around that Poppy is planning to show up. We haven’t exactly been quiet about our relationship, but I didn’t think she’d pull something like this.” And your stomach churned uncomfortably.

“We’re still going. Ashton promised free drinks and we’ll be in the VIP area right?” You checked and Calum nodded.

“Ashton has already told the bouncers that she’s not allowed near the VIP section. They’re checking and rechecking the lists to make sure she isn’t on one of them.” He explained and you let out a breath of air.

“Okay. It’ll be fine. It’s being handled and I’ve got you. Now which outfit do you think I should wear?” He studied your face for a second before a smile broke across his lips.

“The dark purple with the deep plunge. Is it wrong of me to flaunt in her face what she lost?” And you laughed as you kissed him.

“I mean, yes. But I also know that you want to show me off properly now that we’ve got things really settled.” You murmured and he grinned back unabashedly.

It was still an uphill battle, but he’d given you a lot to think about. And after gentle convincing, you’d found an LGBT friendly therapist who helped you process your thoughts. It helped you come to terms with accepting the toxic relationship that you’d been in but also it highlighted how beneficial Calum had been as a friend and confidant.

It also gave you the courage to ask Calum out officially, wanting to be with him entirely and not just in the evenings.

He took that in his stride and things shifted once more between the two of you. When you opened up to him about some of your sessions, you knew that your trust had been well placed because he never indicated anything to his friends and so you were never subjected to pitying stares or glares.

You were almost sure that you’d fall in love with him faster than you fell for Poppy.

The drive to Luke’s was filled with your nerves. You hadn’t seen Luke in years and you were also meeting his two other friends, Ashton and Michael as well as their partners.

“Ashton’s excited to finally meet you and stop telling me to be careful when I go to yours.”

Despite Calum living with Ashton, your schedules never seemed to match and more often than not, Calum could be found at your place, a small sanctuary from your hectic lives.

Ashton never begrudged that time you shared together, but Calum had mentioned a few times about how snappy he was being on the subject.

“He’ll chill when he realises I’m not out to break your heart or steal something.” You muttered with a chuckle. Calum snorted in return as he pulled into Luke’s driveway.

Your nerves return full force as he pulls you to the front door and steps in like he lives there.

“Hey fuckers, anyone about?” He called through and was met with calls of confirmation, another yell following that they were in the dining room. Your fingers squeezed Calum’s tightly and he didn’t hesitate to return it, his thumb soothing across the skin on the back of your hand.

“Look who it is!” A voice crowed loudly as he stepped into the dining room, followed by loud calls of greetings.

There was a flurry of introductions and you felt like the spotlight was being shone on you, under scrutiny from his best friends gazes once they had greeted their friend and Calum had introduced you. Or re-introduced you in Luke’s case.

“Well c’mon, the last time I saw you we were leaving school. What’s been happening to you?” Luke finally asked, indicating to the seat next to him. A small smile graced your lips as you sat down, Calum falling into the seat next to you as you shrugged.

“Life I guess? It’s been definitely more interesting with the different jobs and moving about. Building up a social life again.” Luke’s face filled with a frown at that.

Michael came in next.

“Building up a social life? Did you not have one?” His words held an innocent curiosity, yet you felt yourself hesitate.

“My ex was controlling to the point that I couldn’t do anything without their permission. They managed to make me believe that no one really wanted me around and I lost touch with old friends, like Luke.” You glanced to the side and he was frowning.

The others held varying degrees of stunned shock or disapproval.

“Well then he was a cunt.” Michael muttered and your eyes refused to meet theirs at the assumptions. Luke stayed quiet but his hand rested on your knee, squeezing it. You shot him a gentle smile in return.

“Well it’ll be good to have you back in our lives. Especially with these two knuckleheads.” He nodded at Ashton and Michael who immediately protested and you laughed.

It felt like you’d known them for years as you all had a few shots. Ashton, despite being the owner of the bar, wasn’t worried about turning up with his friends. He’d already explained to his staff that he’d be around for the rest of the night once he arrived and he’d told the small groups he’d be here and there.

After a handful of shots, the group of you made your way to the bar, your arm linked with Calum’s. There were separate conversations happening between you all, their girlfriends including you on their pamper night whilst the boys discussed a possible games night for all of you.

When you arrived at the club, you saw the queue of people waiting to get in and the subsequent groans from the line as the bouncer let you in, no questions asked.

Ashton guided the group of you to the VIP section and the music was still loud but you could still hear each other talking. You were chatting away with Luke’s girlfriend, arm still linked with Calum’s as Ashton disappeared to get drinks.

Calum pulled your attention away briefly, his lips by your ear.

“I’ve spotted her. She’s not seen us yet so don’t worry.” You barely nodded, acknowledging his words as you listened in, fighting to keep your nerves down.

The night continued and you were all a few drinks deep. Calum’s arm had barely left your waist all night as you talked and danced and drank. You’d been welcomed into his group of friends with an ease you never realised existed.

You’d deliberately not tried to seek out Poppy, silently praying that the universe would comply. But as the group of you stood out in the smokers area, huddled together under a heating lamp, your stomach sank as she stepped out, her eyes narrowing on you.

“Fuckin’ knew it!” You could feel the alarm in your face as you stepped back into Calum, his arm going around you protectively.

“Poppy, you’re drunk.” You felt curious gazes from your new friends, but you didn’t spare them a glance.

“You break up with me and go running to his arms, I knew you weren’t a fuckin lesbian. Pretending to try it out? Just another straight girl seeking attention. Fucking freak.” She snapped and your stomach sank.

“Get it through your thick head that she’s bisexual.” Calum snapped in your defence, earning a glare from Poppy. But Calum didn’t shrink from the glare, your glance to his face confirmed he was giving her his own. You were mildly impressed that she didn’t back down instantly.

“She’s a fuckin liar! Years of my life wasted on this bitch.” She spat at your feet and you took in a deep breath.

“You don’t get to control me anymore, Poppy. I’ve liked both men and women, but you never liked that because it meant that I had more chances of leaving you. And I wished I’d have left you sooner. Calum certainly thought so.”

“Of course you fucked the first man to pay you any attention.” Your heart sank once more at her declaration and you felt your mind fall into the old trap that you’d fought with for so long.

“No she never. In fact she slept with a few girls long before she slept with me. But I was her best friend as she tried to deal with the mess you created in her mind.” Calum snapped back. You felt your heart swell for him.

Poppy stepped forward, her hand raised but then Ashton stepped in front of you.

“Get out. You’re no longer welcome in this bar.” He made a gesture and security slowly made their way over.

“She shouldn’t be fucking welcome!” Poppy yelled back, but Ashton held firm.

“She is my friend. You are not. Get. Out.” When the bouncer rested a hand on her arm, she shrugged it off and stormed away. Your entire body was trembling.

“So that was the ex, huh?” Michael commented and you could feel your hands trembling as you nodded. “Why didn’t you correct me?” Calum spoke up for you as his hands took yours.

“It’s been a battle for her. Poppy had convinced her she was a lesbian, that she was wrong for having any attraction to men. In Poppy’s world, either your gay, lesbian or straight. Being bisexual isn’t acceptable in her eyes.” Calum’s arms wrapped around you and you stood there, holding onto him for dear life.

“Well that makes two of us then.” Michael’s casual comment had your knees go weak and you let out a weak laugh.

“Thank you Ash.” You finally murmured when you pulled away from Calum. Ashton didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you in a warm hug that was both comforting and reassuring.

“Hey, you’ve been the best thing for my best mate. And you were friends with Luke once before. I’ve definitely got your back. And I get why you didn’t say anything and don’t hold that against you.” He muttered and you breathed a sigh of relief before returning to Calum’s embrace.

“More drinks or are we gonna go back to Luke’s?” And you shook your head.

“Let’s stay. I’m not gonna let her ruin it,” you leaned forwards so your lips were by his ear as the others went inside, “also I want to see if we can christen the bar in one of the toilets.” You breathed. Calum groaned as his grip around you got tighter and he pulled you in for a kiss that promised more.

“Oh you’re so fucked sweetheart. Especially since I know where the individual lips are and they aren’t attended by anyone.” You held back a moan at that thought before pulling away, your hand in his.

“Dance first?” And the innocence in your tone made him laugh as he followed behind you willingly.

“Menace.” The term was laced with affection as he caught up to you, kissing the spot just below your ear.

You simply grinned in return as you pulled him onto the dance floor, Poppy long forgotten as he danced with you.

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lady-caden · 4 years

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hi!!! 2,20,38 for the trans ask game if you’re willing 🥰🥰🥰

Yes I’m willing! Thank your for the ask!! <3

2. What gives you the most dysphoria?

My figure, voice,,height,,,body,,,everything,,,,,,,,,,

But yeah i have a very hourglass figure and along with the fact I’m very short and have a higher voice I just. so many ppl confuse me as a girl. I hate it man. Some days r ofc better than others but gahhh. Physical apperences r wack.

20. What do you wish you could have shared with your younger self about being trans?

To just. calm down and to not rush. When I was way younger I just. didn’t know how to feel and everything so werid and i felt disconnected from who I felt I was. As soon as I figured out what trans was I flipped and started to present masculine and tried to denounce all feminine things so quickly and intensely and it made me miserable. Wish I would’ve let myself enjoy things whether or not they were feminine or not and try to figure my identy at my own pace.

38. What is your sexual and romantic orientation, and what are your thoughts on it?

I mainly ID as queer cuz,,,,,hard question and it’s a good word to describe how I feel. But I’m biromantic and bisexual though I’m pretty sure i’m also somewhere on the ace spectrum. Idk exactly where yet but prolly demi-are/ace or more likely abroromantic/abrosexual.(edit: i think i like the term greysexual/aceflux better still looking this stuff up and figuring that out) I feel werid using like.....micro labels but i’m trying to get used to that rn. I’d actually love to chat with some aro&ace ppl about this. Figuring this stuff out is wild! But yeah bi leaning wayyy more towards nb ppl and women, but guys r nice too lol.

And my thoughts? Idk what this exactly means but I guess i’ll give it a go. Realizing i’m bi took quite a bit of time, I used to ID as lesbian, then butch lesbian then realized that’s wasnt right and used gay instead, and even though I kinda figured i might be into guys i just,,,was scared to id as bi i guess? I knew very little lgbt ppl at that time irl and one of the lesbians i knew online at the time didn’t rlly like bi ppl, which scared me a lot to change my identity, But hey i’m glad i did!

And for being ace hhhh that’s also scary cuz for whatever reason people are trying to divide the lgbt community and exclude asexuals which. is just so so wrong, we should all be supporting eachother regardless of the individual challenges each of us get because of our identity. Its also been a very long journey to actually openingly say i’m ace cuz i just, rlly didn’t want to be. It scared me that i might never rlly feel romantic or sexual attraction and i’m still trying to process and figure that out but platonic love is just as good and i’m so happy I get to experience that. My life is filled with so much love and i’m glad for it, regardless of what type it is.

It’s also that like...idk i’m autistic and it’s kinda a big stereotype that we are too “childlike” and “pure” for sex and all that and i rlly didn’t wanna feed into that but. u know what so what if ur a sterotype, that’s not a bad thing. It’s not a persons fault for acting how they want, it’s the sterotyper that should feel bad. i know i “act childish” and have childish interests but who cares? i should be allowed to have fun and identify how i want. it’s not hurting anybody sooo

#ask #thanks for the ask!#sorry this took a while to do asdfghjkl #it took me a while to type and i was really trying to fix typos #hopefully i got most of them #i always mix up letters and words so theres a few if anythings unreadable just ask if #ig*#but yeah!#i rlly enjoyed answering these!#talonontop

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incarnateirony · 5 years

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Hey dude! Do you have any recommendations for LGBTQ+ movies in the romance genre that have like a happy ending. I really don't care how old they are. I'm feeling the Gay™ hence I need the Gay™. You feel me?

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII NONNIE

First sorry for taking so long, not only did I have to timeline this :) but :) my computer :) froze :) after writing like :) 2 pages :) and I had to do it again :)

So anyway let it be said, the LGBT dialogue is one of osmosis and shared growth and awareness. Some of these films will be very poorly dated, but as you (thankfully) mentioned that them being old wasn’t a *problem*, expect a lot of old stuff. Because one of the most important things to have under your belt when talking about the LGBT media representation battle is the actual journey from A to B – be that incrementalization, subtextual inclusion, text-breeching features, outright evocative and groundbreaking films at the time (which is what MOST of this list will be) and an improvement in our dialogue; let us never forget that while tr*nss*xual is considered a slur and transgender is proper, tr*nss*xual was at one point the politically correct way to speak it – things like that breach in our growing understanding of the spectrum of human sexuality.

I *WILL* disclaimer these aren’t all romance, so if you explicitly want romance, google them and take a look if it sounds to appeal, but I’m taking this as a general cinema history plug considering what a confused mess fandom conversation about LGBT history in film or modern text as applicable, accepted or not.

Wonder Bar (1936) (I wouldn’t really call this queer cinema, but if you have the time to watch it too, I think it was the first explicit mention of homosexual engagement even if it was fleetingly brief. You might even call it Last Call style. A blink and you’ll miss it plug that was still decades ahead of its time)

Sylvia Scarlet (1936) (Again, I wouldn’t call this queer cinema, but a lot of the community takes it as the first potential trans representation on TV due to the lead literally swapping gender presentation, even if the presentation is… not what we would modernly call representation IMO)

Un Chant d'Amour (1950) (Worth it for the sheer fact that it pissed off fundies so bad they took it all the way to the US supreme court to get it declared obscene.)

The Children’s Hour (1961) (also known as the 1961 lesson to “don’t be a gossipy, outting bitch”)

Victim (1961) (The first english film to use the word “homosexual” and to focus explicitly on gay sexuality. People might look on it disdainfully from modern lenses, but it really helped progress british understanding of homosexuality)

Scorpio Rising (1964) (Lmao this one deadass got taken to court when it pissed people off and California had to rule that it didn’t count as obscene bc it had social value, worth it for the history if nothing else)

Theorem (1968) (Because who doesn’t wanna watch a 60s flick about a bisexual angel, modern issues and associations be damned)

The Killing of Sister George (1968) (by the makers of What Ever Happened To Baby Jane)

Midnight Cowboy (1969) (…have I had sassy contagonists in RP make a Dean joke off of this more than once, maybe)

Fellini-Satyricon (1969) (AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS)

The Boys in the Band (1970) (This… this… this made a lot of fuss. Just remember leather)

Pink Narcissus (1971) (a labor of love shot on someone’s personal camera)

Death in Venice (1971) (This is basically a T&S prequel but whatever, based on a much older book)

Cabaret (1972)

Pink Flamingos (1972) (SHIT’S WILD)

The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant (1972) (The title doesn’t lie, be warned)

The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) [god I hope you’ve at least seen this]

Fox and His Friends (1975) (some really hard lessons that are still viable today, that just because someone acknowledges your sexuality doesn’t mean they give a shit about you as a person, and that some will even abuse the knowledge for gain)

The Terence Davies Trilogy (1983) (REALLY interesting history look it up, it’s sort of one of those “drawn from own experience” story short sets)

The Times of Harvey Milk (1984) (Documentary)

Desert Hearts (1985) (Pretty much the first film to put lesbianism into a good light as a true focus based on a novel from the sixties)

Parting Glances (1986) (the only film its creator got out before his death from the aids epidemic)

Law of Desire (1987) (two men and a trans woman in a love triangle, kinda ahead of its time)

Maurice (1987) (This one’s really interesting, cuz it was based on a book made about 15 years before it, but the book itself had been written half a century earlier and wasn’t published until after the guy died, he just thought it’d never get published Cuz Gay, so basically it’s based on a story written in like, the 20s finally getting screen time. It has a bittersweet but positive-leaning-ish ending without disregarding the cost that can come with it and even addresses class issues at the same time 100% DO RECOMMEND)

Tongues Untied (1989) (a documentary to give voices to LGBT black men)

Longtime Companion (1990) (This one’s title alone is history, based on a NYT phrasing for how they talked about people’s partners dying, eg longtime companion, during the AIDS epidemic)

Paris Is Burning (1990) (Drag culture and related sexual and gender identity exploration as it intersected with class issues and other privileges explored in a documentary)

The Crying Game (1992)( I should correct this that I guess it’s more, 1992 considered, “SURPRISE, DIL HAS A DILL!” – I guess I really didn’t do that summary justice by modern language and dialogue as much as how people in the 90s were talking about that and that’s a my bad. LIKE. SEE, EVEN I CAN FUCK UP MY LANGUAGE I’M SORRY CAN I BLAME THE STRAIGHTS T_T) #90skidproblems – I guess I should call it a trans film. And this alone tells me I should go watch it again to recode it in my brain modernly rather than like circa de la 2000 understanding.

The Bird Cage (1996) (So you mix drag culture, otherwise heterosexually connected lovebirds, and then realize the girl comes from an alt-rightish house and the guy comes from a Two Dads Home and does cabaret, how to deal with the issues OF this conflict when it’s between you and your happiness, even if the fight isn’t even your own as much as it is that of the person you love. The answer is PROBABLY NOT to dress in drag and pretend to be straight, but what are you going to do? – while played for laughs we’d consider modernly crude, the fact that they even dared to approach this narrative was pretty loud)

The Celluloid Closet (1996) (Ever heard of the Vito Russo test for LGBT representation? This is based on a book by Vito Russo.)

Happy Together (1997) (Ain’t this shit an ironic name; a mutual narrative, via chinese flick, of hong kong ceding to china and an irrevocably tangled MLM pairing as a giant mirrored metaphor)

Boys Don’t Cry (1999) (one of the most groundbreaking films about trans identity at the time)

Stranger Inside (2001) (As easy as it is to recoil to the idea of “black gays in jail”, the film makers actually went and consulted prisoners and put a great deal of focus into intersectional african american issues that really weren’t around even in straight films at the time)

Transamerica (2005) (While it made a bit of a fuss for not casting an actual trans actor, it was one of the first times a big budget studio really tried to tackle it which really pushed us forward)

Call Me by Your Name (2017) (since I’ve apparently leaned really heavy old cinema throw in a modern one lmaooooo)

Also honorable The Kids Are All Right (2010) mention for the sake of the fucking title alone.

And to any incarnation of “On the Road” by Kerouac, which

Was originally a book

Released a sanitized de-gayed edition because of the times

Later released the full homo manuscript

had a few film adaptations

Was one of Kripke’s founding inspirations for Supernatural once he left behind “Some reporter guy chases stories” and took the formula of Sal and Dean (and tbh later, Carlo) in a beat generation vibe gone modern as we know it today.

Reading both versions of this can actually help some folks currently understand that when you get confused over some shit (WHY IS CARLO SO UPSET? WHY IS HE ACTING LIKE AN UPSET GIRLFRIEND??? WHY IS HE SO JEALOUS AND SAD WHEN DEAN IS AROUND GIRLS???? WE JUST DONT KNOWWWWWWWWWWWWW) it’s because some big money asshat bleached the content, and sometimes, it takes a while for the full script to come out and again, surprise, it’s been GAY, they just didn’t want to OFFEND anybody. *jazz hands*

Now if you wanna go WAY WAY BACK, during 191X years, a bunch of gender role flicks came out like Charley’s Aunt, Mabel’s Blunder and the Florida Enchantment.

Also where is @thecoffeebrain-blog to yell about the necessity of watching Oz, for the next few hours? But no, seriously, just look into the entire LGBT *HISTORY* of Oz.

Beyond that though I’m gonna stop here cuz hi that’s a lot. I really don’t know how much counts as “happy ending” but if I had to give an LGBT cinema rec list, that’s it as a sum. I don’t really have like, a big portfolio of UWU HAPPY ENDING GAYS because 1. there aren’t a lot of those but 2. to me, it’s not about the ending, it’s about the journey. Be that in flick or through culture and history itself.

If you want more happy ending stuff, you definitely have to look at 2010+, but it’s not like we’re in a rich and fertile landscape yet so honestly just googling that would probably serve you better since I don’t explicitly explore romance genre or happy endings to really have a collection. LGBT life is hard and film often reflects that if we’re making genuine statements about it and really representing it, and we’re just now getting to a point of reliably having the chance at a happy ending. That or maybe someone can add like “Explicit happy endings” lists after this that has more experience in that subgenre.

Also, I can’t emphasize ENOUGH to remember what was progressive then is not what is progressive now, and frankly, what some people think is progressive now they’ll probably look back on what they said and feel really fuckin’ embarrassed. See: “It’s not text because by alt right homophobic dialogue, M/M sex isn’t gay if you do the secret handshake” MGTOW kinda crazy ass dialogue or parallel narratives they inspire that encourage self-closeting and denial based on the pure idea that being gay makes you somehow lesser, so It’s Not That. Like. I am. 99% sure. At least half of the people talking in this fandom. Are going to regret that the internet is forever. And maybe hope hosting servers end in the inevitable nuclear war that will annihilate this planet.

Also, edit: Speaking of mistaken dialogues and words aging poorly, I’d like to apologize from the poor description I rendered “The Crying Game” with, but that really goes to show how deep-seated the issue is we can so casually fuck up identifying a trans narrative as SURPRISE DICK IS GAY when we were all absorbing the content like 20+ years ago and HOW HARD it can be to de-code yourself from that kind of programming because here I am, writing a giant assed rep post and fucking it up because my brain hadn’t soaked that movie since Y2K. Guess what, time for me to go watch the Crying Game again.

#lgbtqia #representation #media #cinema history

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flawedheroines · 5 years

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IGNORE THIS POST PLS.

I am posting this so I can share something with some other people!!

THANKS

Lexa was rough these days, she drank too much so she could care too little. Haunted by the losses she had endured.

She ignored the burn of every shot and chased the numbness that followed enough of them. Truly, even living these days was difficult.

At the club she was a regular. It was the only LGBT place in several counties. And the ride only gave her time to enjoy the open road.

Her motorcycle was her best friend. She called her ‘Beauty’ and she rode with a group of women who were all warriors in their own right. And together, they were a force to be reckoned with.

She notices blonde hair, and a face she had never seen that causes an instinctive shift in her seat as attraction fills her. But she looks away. After Costia… she couldn’t allow herself to get close. To anyone. Or they would be used as a pawn to hurt her unless she protected them, and she wasn’t in the mood for all of that when she could barely sleep at night as it is. But she realized that the only free seats were where she was sat so she prepares herself for possible interaction.

“Rodie. Another.” She says. Her shot glass set down for him to fill again, her soda still mostly full, as if she needed a chaser anymore with how she was starting to drink.

“Easy there, Lex.” He warns, but he fills it again when Lexa’s eyes shoot daggers as a warning.

Clarke lived a rather simple life, one of scheduled, boring days. Her friends dragged her to this club, wanting to give her a fun night. She wasn’t much for drinking or really the club scene. Her interests lie elsewhere, and she was really just there to appease her friends.

The next day was her day off, so she figured she’d try to have the fun they all wanted her to have. She ordered a drink and held it in her hand, looking around for a moment before taking a sip. Her seat was on the ends of the friend group with a few stools next to her open.

Out of the corner of her eye, she can see someone sit next to her. Her eyes carefully glance over to see who it was before looking back at her own drink. The woman next to her seemed a bit on edge, but she was gorgeous. The pit of her stomach ached as she realized she was attracted to her. Due to her shy nature, she would need more courage to be able to even look at the woman.

After finishing her first drink, she heard the interaction between the bartender and the woman. This made her a bit uneasy, seeing as Clarke was not a huge drinker. In her mind, she didn’t want to look like she couldn’t keep up, so she ordered another drink and a couple of shots. Some noise could be heard from her friends who were shocked by her sudden urge to get drunk. For some reason, she really wanted to impress the woman next to her.

At the noise this girls’ friends made, Lexa looks over. She wasn’t very shy, just reserved these days. She laughs softly under her breath at this girl drinking like that.

“Buy her a chase. On me.” She says to Rodie.

“What kind of soda do you like?” Lexa asks her, smiling a bit. Eyes taking in this girl and her somewhat impressive show of drinking.

Lexa’s eyes quickly scan this girl, and she feels a stir from gut to groin. She was definitely attracted.

“I’m Lexa.” She says, smiling softly.

Clarke heard the woman’s voice next to her and turned. She was a bit stunned that she was talking to her, “Uh, coke…coke is fine.” She could feel her eyes on her, looking her over, it made her heart race.

“My name is Clarke,” She replied, giving her a small smile, “You don’t have to pay for that. It’s very nice of you to offer.”

Her instinct was to take one of the shots she had gotten, so she did. She hid the burning sensation well and slightly blushed.

The bartender sets a cold coke in front of her and opens it. Lexa nods at him.

They meet eyes and Lexa swallows.

“Clarke?” She repeats, just to make sure she heard it right. She smiles at the woman. Her smile was beautiful.

“Oh, it’s no problem. You’re drinking some heavy stuff. I couldn’t drink all that without a chaser. Well, nowadays I probably could but-” She lifts her Dr. Pepper and takes a drink.

One of her girls comes and speaks lowly to her. Lexa nods and dismisses her.

“She’s family.” She says over to Clarke.

“Those your friends?” She asks with a smile, herself.

Clarke took a small sip of the coke and nodded a bit, “It’s not too bad. If I’m going to drink, I go all out.” She was amazed that she was talking to her, and it was going pretty well.

“I appreciate it, Lexa,” She smiled a bit, “And yeah, those are my friends.”

“So, you’re here with family then?” She asked, “It seems to be a good night to be here. A lot of people are here.”

Honestly, Clarke had never been to this club before, and her friends had been trying hard to get her there. Her past relationship had left her a bit scarred, and they wanted her to put herself out there.

Lexa smiles at that, allowing a nod. She liked the way Clarke said her name.

“Yeah, Fridays are good. Lotta traffic in this place. And yeah, my crew is my family. I come here a lot. It’s a nice place, quiet mostly. I hate straight bars to be honest.”

Clarke gave her a small smile, nodding at her words, “I’ve only been to a few of them, and it was just a bunch of guys hitting on me and the other poor girls there. The pick-up lines were awful, and I genuinely hope none of them got any those nights.”

“I’ve never actually been here before,” She admitted, “My friends brought me here, they thought this would be a fun place to hang out and drink.”

Lexa laughs.

“Oh, I see.” Lexa smiles a bit. Wondering if this girl was just friendly or might be interested.

“Yeah, I enjoy it here. It’s very laid back and inclusive.” She says to Clarke. Attracted.

Clarke bit her lip, smiling, “It is really nice here. I feel pretty comfortable. Most people get a bit weirded out when I mention I’m bisexual, but here I feel pretty good.”

She really wanted to make sure Lexa knew that she was interested and hoped she would get the hint.

Lexa notices the lip bite, mirroring it without even realizing.

“I’m glad you feel comfortable, Clarke. As a lesbian, I totally get it.” She smiles at her. She notes the empty glasses.

“Would you like another? You were on a roll.” She grins.

Clarke glanced over at the glasses and nodded a bit, “I would like that very much.” She got the attention of the bar tender and ordered more drinks, “I honestly did not know this place existed before today. I feel like I missed out on a lot of fun experiences.”

When her drinks came, she picked up one of the shots and handed it to Lexa, “On me.”

“Thanks.” Lexa smiles. She lifts the shot glass to cheers.

“To the experiences yet to be had.” She says, and once their glasses clink she takes the shot and shivers, chasing it.

She exhales the vapors and shakes her head.

“Damn, I’m gonna be all messed up here soon. Gonna have to leave my bike and call a cab or something.” She laughs a bit.

Clarke smiled and took her shot, following Lexa’s lead with the chaser. This was the most alcohol she had consumed in one sitting and it would show soon.

“You came here on a bike?” Clarke asked a bit confused, “What kind of bike?”

The alcohol seemed to be setting in, grabbing another shot and quickly doing it. At this point, it was more of just doing them cuz they were in front of her.

Clarke smiled and took her shot, following Lexa’s lead with the chaser. This was the most alcohol she had consumed in one sitting and it would show soon.

“You came here on a bike?” Clarke asked a bit confused, “What kind of bike?”

The alcohol seemed to be setting in, grabbing another shot and quickly doing it. At this point, it was more of just doing them cuz they were in front of her.

“A Harley Davidson. My Beauty.” She smiles. She looks at the other.

“You ever rode on a Harley before?” She asks, she pulls out a Vape pen full of THC golden liquid. Several of her girls come over and she smiles. It gets snatched by one who came up behind.

“Patty, easy! Just got it-” She puffs it and Lexa is smiling and shaking her head.

“You savages.” She teases them. The girls all share it.

Then they bring it back, it’s less full but still plenty.

“Yeah, you better.” She grins. She turns back to Clarke.

“Sorry about that.” She wipes it down with a napkin and puffs it deep then holds it up.

“Want some?” She is holding in as much smoke as she can and then she coughs. The bartender looks at her.

“Girl, you two ain’t even kissed yet and you’re already choking.” Lexa blushes with a grin that is girlish and shy for a minute.

“Shut up, Rodie!” He laughs and walks to Clarke. He’s drunk.

“She likes you, she never smiles this much.”

Lexa looks away, red, she was sure.

“It’s cause I told her about Beauty isn’t it?”

Clarke watched the interaction, smiling as it happened. Lexa seemed to be comfortable and happy around her friends. Her cheeks turned red when they mentioned that Lexa liked her, it was like a dream come true.

When she held out the pen to her, she looked at it a moment before gently taking it, “Sure…” She took a puff and held it in as well, coughing a bit as she let it out, “Nice.”

“It’s a good thing I like brunettes, or else this would have been a bit awkward,” Clarke joked, watching Lexa.

“Good thing.” She agrees. Clarke had a beautiful smile, glimmering eyes, and soft lips, she was beautiful.

“Do you wanna shotgun?” Exhale smoke from her mouth and the other inhales. But Lexa would be asking consent for a kiss if Clarke let her that close. Lexa’s blush is now visible down her neck as attraction to Clarke becomes undeniable.

Clarke had gotten this far and decided to go for it. She had seen some of her friends do it before, so it was her turn.

“That sounds nice,” Clarke nodded, leaning closer to her, “You’re really willing to share with me…Seems there might have been some truth to you liking me.”

“And you accepted, which means, you really do like brunettes.” She teases Clarke.

“What’s your full name, Clarke? I’m Alexandria Andromeda Woods.” She takes a deep hit, giving Clarke time to answer and she holds it until she’s ready to shotgun. She opens her mouth and leans in, softly blowing the vapor into Clarke’s mouth, aching to make contact with those soft lips.

Clarke blushed a bit, listening to her before answering, “Clarke Griffin, no middle name.” She held her mouth open for her, inhaling the vapor, watching her eyes. She felt like drowning in them.

She didn’t pull away from her yet, wanting to see what Lexa would do next.

Griffin. She liked it. Eyes holding onto Clarke’s as he gave her all her lungs could hold to fill hers.

Clarke Griffin.

“That’s a badass name.”

She takes a deep breath.

“May I kiss you, Clarke Griffin?”

Clarke blushed even more, her eyes never leaving Lexas.

“I’d be offended if you didn’t…” Clarke replied softly, feeling butterflies in her stomach.

Lexa lifts a gentle hand to pull Clarke into a soft kiss. It’s tender, sweet, intoxicating.

Her lips were softer than she had imagined, and her own lips tingled at the feel.

Several hollers could be heard, and Lexa laughs gently. She gives her girls the finger and kisses Clarke again. She pulls Clarke close respectfully. Her hands both going to Clarke’s angelic face now as she leans in, needing more. Not nearly done.

Clarke closed her eyes and melted against Lexa’s lips. Her intoxicated state made her more confident as she deepened it.

Feeling her hands against her cheeks, she carefully moved her hands to her waist, barely touching, waiting to see if it was okay.

Lexa moves closer into Clarke’s touch, shaking a little. This didn’t feel like just another fuck. This felt different, and deep down somewhere… it scared her to feel that aching in her stomach. The need.

Lexa breaks the kiss, faltering just a bit. But she recovers quickly and smiles at Clarke softly.

“Damn.” She says, elated.

“How do you feel? Are you comfortable?” She asks her.

Clarke could feel the connection between them and wanted to have more. Her heart was racing, and her hands finally rested on Lexa’s waist. When their lips parted, she stared back into her eyes

“I’m very comfortable,” She nodded, “Are you?”

Lexa nods, eyes glued to Clarke’s and she moves in to kiss her again, her tongue moving through Clarke’s lips and teasing just slightly. Then looks at Clarke again.

“You’re making me dizzy.” She says honestly, eyes absorbing Clarke’s face. Lexa’s tongue runs over her own lips, tasting the traces of their kiss. Tingling.

Clarke just went through the motions, kissing her back as she felt her lips against hers. It felt natural with her, it felt comfortable.

“Is that a bad thing?” Clarke asked softly, watching her motions

“Hell no, honey.” Lexa smirks softly.

Lexa wanted her alone. Badly.

And more than that, she wanted to take her on a cruise and feel Clarke’s arms hanging onto her. But that would be another day.

“I want more of that.”

Clarke blushed a bit, giving her a small nod, “You can have it…” She was more confident in her words due to the support of the alcohol.

“I don’t usually pick up girls in a bar…” Clarke laughed a bit

Lexa strokes Clarke’s hair out of her face gently. She tucks it behind Clarke’s ear and kisses her cheek then whispers to her.

“I’m glad you did tonight. I wanna take you out of here.” She says softly to Clarke’s ear before kissing it gently, like a lover would.

Clarke gently laughed, “You do huh…Where would you take me?” She was getting braver as she felt more comfortable around her.

“I’m free tonight…” She said softly

“To my house.” Lexa smiles. She hums a soft sound of appreciation.

“That’s good. I can call us a cab. And if you want to keep drinking, I have plenty at home.”

She smiles at her, taking her hand gently and lifting Clarke’s knuckles to her lips.

“I gotta leave my bike, but if you stay the night, I’ll get her in the morning, and you can come for a ride with me.” She smiles softly at Clarke.

“That sounds like a plan,” Clarke agreed, “I just have to say night to my friends before we go…They were not expecting this to happen.” She let out a small laugh.

“I think if I drink any more I’ll pass out,” She teased, “My tolerance is not as great as it should be.”

“Okay. One of my family members stays with me but she has her own room.” She says.

Lexa laughs.

“I’m surprised. You were throwing shots down like nobody’s business.” She is still laughing as she walks over to Patty.

“Hey, I’m gonna head out. Let’s pack it up.” Patty frowns and looks at the girl.

“You go on ahead, I’ll catch up later.” Lexa smiles and nods, she gives each of her girls a hug, some of them a fist bump. And the most excitable of them all jumps on Lexa and she catches her and spins her before setting her down on her feet.

“You girls stay out of mischief. And don’t run up my tab!” She laughs. She watches as Clarke says night to her friends and then Lexa dials the can service she always went to.

“Ten minutes.” Lexa says after she hangs up. She puts her jacket on, it’s thick genuine leather. And she guides Clarke outside.

Beauty is a Harley Davidson, black with purple details. Purple studs line the saddle bags. Holographic tails hang from the handles, a gift from her girls. Lexa goes to the bike and strokes the seat.

“This is Beauty. She’s my baby.” It was a sexy bike. It sat two. And Lexa hated leaving her bike, but if anyone touched it, her girls would give them hell, she knew.

Clarke blushed a bit at her words, knowing she went a bit overboard with the alcohol before. She showed off a bit too much.

While Lexa was saying goodbye to her friends, Clarke went to her own. They were happy for her and teased her a bit about it. She soon headed back to Lexa and followed her outside.

When she saw the motorcycle, her eyes widened, “Wow…that is really nice. I can see why you call her Beauty.”

Lexa smiles wide.

“Thank you. I’m a little drunk, can’t remember. You ever rode on a Harley before, Clarke Griffin?” Lexa’s eyes were full of attraction, lust, and an air of confidence. Her hands going into her coat pockets.

“Never,” She shook her head, “But it looks really fun to do.” She looked over at her, “I’ll pay you back for the cab.”

“Please, don’t worry about it at all.” Lexa insists. She puts an arm around Clarke as they wait.

“So, I’ll be your first then.” Lexa says flirtatiously.

“There’s nothing like it.” She grins over at Clarke.

Clarke blushed as she looked over at her, “I suppose you will be.” She couldn’t help but smile at how sweet Lexa was being to her. She never imagined going home with a biker woman, but here she was.

“How long have you been riding?”

“My dad used to take me when I was a kid. We were tight.” Were. Past tense. He was gone now. He left me his bike, it had a lot of problems I didn’t know how to fix so I sold it, got a smaller one. His was a fat boy, so no way I could hold up that much weight on my legs. “

She laughs.

"So, I got Beauty, used the extra money to get her customized. I must have been about… Seventeen. Then I got my license at eighteen. Been riding since then. I’m twenty-four now. So, me and Beauty are going on six or seven years now.”

“Wow, that’s incredible,” Clarke nodded, “It must be nice to know you put in so much work and time into your bike. She’s really special.” She moved a bit closer to her, feeling secure in her arms, “I have a crappy car that I left at my own house tonight. The AC doesn’t work, and the windows are roll down only.”

Lexa beams, enjoying Clarke.

“She is. One of a kind.” Lexa laughs as Clarke speaks.

“Don’t worry, Clarke. Tomorrow morning, you’ll get to ride and hang on real tight.” She smiles. She turns to Clarke.

“I just want you to know that your comfort is my greatest priority. If at any time you’re uncomfortable, just tell me okay?” She says softly, eyes searching Clarke’s.

Clarke gave her a nod, “Of course. I will absolutely tell you. Same goes for you…I would feel awful if I did something to make you uncomfortable.” She moved some hair out of her own face.

“You think I could keep up with you?”

Lexa nods with a soft smile.

“Of course.”

But at Clarke’s next question Lexa grins a bit.

“Baby, all you’re gonna have to do is enjoy yourself and let go. I’ll handle the rest.

I’ll take very good care of you.” She says softly but confident.

Clarke smiled a bit, “I think we’re going to have a good night.” She gently kissed her cheek, feeling beyond comfortable around her. It was like they knew each other for years.

“That jacket looks hot on you,” She said, looking at it.

“I think so too.” She smiles, blushing from the softness of the cheek kiss.

“Thank you. I appreciate that.” Lexa says, striking a pose and laughing. She goes and looks into Clarke’s eyes.

“I just want to keep kissing you. You’re so soft.” Lexa says dreamily. And she kisses Clarke again.

Clarke laughed as well, happy that Lexa was having a good time.

Hearing that Lexa wanted to kiss her, she moved closer, deepening the kiss. Her hands moved back to her waist, holding her close.

Lexa moves closer until her hips touch Clarke’s and she shivers. Head turning to work in sync with Clarke and meet everyone kiss with eager passion.

Her arms loop around Clarke’s shoulders to keep her close. Lexa loses sense of time and place, and only snaps back when the taxi arrives. She grins at Clarke and goes to open the taxi door for her.

Clarke was in the moment, enjoying her lips against Lexa’s. It was a feeling she could not describe. When she agreed to go out that night, she never thought she would be going home with this absolute gorgeous woman.

When the cab came, she smiled and got in, “Thank you.” She moved over to give her room.

Lexa moves into the back and shuts the door. She gets buckled and the taxi takes off. Lexa holds Clarke’s hand as the taxi drives through the night. Lexa’s house wasn’t far.

Clarke looked at their hands, using her thumb to rub the palm of Lexa’s hand. She decided to make a move, and gently put her head on her shoulder. She waited a moment to see what Lexa’s reaction would be.

Lexa’s arm wraps gently around Clarke and her hand lifts to stroke her hair softly.

But soon enough they were pulled up to Lexa’s house. She hands the driver a ten dollar bill and gets out, holding the door open for Clarke and then shutting it.

She looks towards her rather large house and nods.

“This is me.” She nods towards the house and starts walking towards it, taking Clarke’s hand again. Her stomach in knots, but the best kind.

Clarke relaxed against her until the taxi stopped. She followed her out of the car and looked up at the large house.

“Wow…you live here?” She asked, following her up, “This place looks really nice.”

Clarke thought back to her crappy 1-bedroom apartment and sighed a bit. Lexa seemed to have her shit together, and that motivated Clarke to want that for herself.

Lexa nods.

“Yeah it’s a long story. But yeah, this is mine.” She smiles, going and unlocking the door. A small black lab, not much bigger than a puppy comes running. Lexa bends down to pick up the pup and turns so Clarke can hold or pet the pup if she wanted.

“This is Shady.” She says. The puppy tries to eagerly lick Clarke’s face.

When Clarke saw the puppy, her eyes got wide and a huge smile appeared on her face, “You have a puppy?” She reached over, gently petting the puppy, allowing them to lick her, “How cute are you?”

She looked at Lexa with her child-like smile, overexcited about this dog, “I love dogs.”

Lexa grinned seeing Clarke being so cool with Shady. She sets her down and she jumps up, whining, wanting Lexa.

“What is it, huh? You just want attention?” She goes and looks, food bowl empty.

“Oh, that’s why you love me so much.” Lexa refills the food and washes her hands.

Shady eats.

Lexa smiles over at Clarke, enjoying having her in her home. The wide-open den they walked into had couches, but the bedroom was upstairs in the loft.

“Come on, gorgeous.” She invites, holding out a hand as she waits at the bottom of the stairs.

Clarke watched her as she interacted with her pup, smiling as she did. It was really cute to see them.

She followed Lexa through the den and took her hand at the stairs, “You’re gorgeous.”

Lexa smiles somewhat shy as they take hands.

She leads Clarke upstairs and Lexa shrugs her jacket off. It slides down her arms. The big bed looks inviting. Lexa sits down and pats her lap.

“Come here, baby.” She says softly.

Clarke looked around her room for a moment before watching Lexa take off her jacket. It really turned her on.

She went over to her, straddling her hips, “Here?”

Lexa moans under her breath, her hands squeezing Clarke’s thighs gently.

“Fuck yeah.” Lexa breathes. She reaches up to take Clarke’s head in her hand and pull her into a deep, lustful kiss. Lexa moves Clarke’s hips against her own, layers of fabric between them, but friction, none the less

Clarke’s hands placed on her waist, moving her body against Lexa’s.

The kiss was magical, there was a spark between them. Her body felt like it was meant to be there.

Clarke’s hands placed on her waist, moving her body against Lexa’s.

The kiss was magical, there was a spark between them. Her body felt like it was meant to be there.

Very quickly Lexa takes Clarke and flips them, laying Clarke down and moving over her to kiss her deeply. Lexa starts kissing Clarke’s neck and her hands explore the curves of her body.

Clarke allowed Lexa to take control, her kisses becoming desperate. The feeling of her lips and hands over her body was enough to grow her need.

Lexa moans, Clarke’s building need only fuels her own.

“I want to worship your body. Can I undress you? I mean… Can we undress each other now?” She asks, eyes searching Clarke’s.

Clarke gave her a nod, “I think that’s a good idea…” She looked up at her, waiting for her to start.

Lexa started with her own button down top, fingers undoing each button until it came off. She sits with a black bra. But Lexa’s hands go to push Clarke’s shirt up and she lifts it over Clarke’s head. Lexa sets the shirt aside and her focus returns to Clarke.

She kisses Clarke’s stomach softly.

Clarke watched as she took off her shirt, her eyes hungrily looking at her. She lifted her arms for Lexa, getting the shirt off.

A soft whimper leaves her lips as she felt Lexa’s touch on her stomach.

Lexa’s hands slide Clarke’s pants down. She leaves her underwear for now.

But as Lexa drags the fabric off, he kisses down Clarke’s legs. She throws the pants aside and kneels, removing her own. Once they are off, she crawls over Clarke and their nearly bare bodies touch.

Clarke was mesmerized by how beautiful Lexa was, allowing her to take her clothes off and touch her. She longed for the feeling of Lexa’s body against hers, groaning a bit when she barely touches her.

“You’re gorgeous…”

“So are you. You’re a goddess, Clarke.” He leans down to kiss Clarke’s lips softly. Lexa looks down at her.

“Tell me what you like, sweetheart. I’m very openminded. Whatever you enjoy.”

Clarke blushed a bit, hiding her face for a moment. She had been hiding the fact that she had never done this before. Her previous sexual encounter was with a guy who was cheating on his girlfriend (Clarke thought they were split up). He was not really good at it, and it lasted less than 10 minutes.

“I’m willing to explore,” Clarke replied softly.

Lexa nods softly. Knowing communication was key then.

She reaches and unsnaps Clarke’s bra and sliding it off slowly. A soft gasp and blown out breath as Clarke’s body is so magnificent that it takes Lexa’s breath away.

She removes her own bra. Lexa’s hands gently cup Clarke’s chest and her mouth makes contact licking and sucking softly as her eyes look up at Clarke through her lashes.

Her eyes looked up at the now topless woman. Her pupils dilated and followed Lexa’s moves.

A moan escaped Clarke’s lips, her body arching up a bit. The contact giving her shivers down her spine.

Clarke’s moan causes moans to escape Lexa as well. The way she arches. Lexa moves to kiss, massage, and fondle her more so.

Lexa moves her mouth to her other breast and does the same, taking her time to try to work up Clarke.

Clarke heard Lexa’s moan and hummed softly. She was happy she was enjoying herself, wanting that to be a priority.

Her hands gripped the sheets, feeling her body yearn for her touch.

“Does that feel good?” She asks gently, moving herself up to kiss Clarke’s neck and lips. The way Clarke gripped the sheets turned Lexa on.

“I want to use my mouth on you, is that okay?”

She nodded, moving her head to give her better access to her neck, “I-I would like that.”

This was something she had never experienced before and was anxious to try. Her ex never made sure she was finished and would always make it about him.

Lexa keeps kissing her neck. Not wanting to go too fast. She wanted to savor this experience.

Lexa kisses down Clarke’s chest and belly. And then her fingers take hold of her underwear and begin to drag them down until they are off of her feet. And gently, Lexa opens Clarke’s legs and looks down at her, and then up at her eyes before moving forward.

Clarke moaned softly as she kissed down her body. She lifted her hips to allow Lexa to get her underwear off.

She blushed a bit, looking up at her, “Everything okay?”

Lexa smiles reassuringly.

“Everything’s perfect. Just taking in the masterpiece.” She murmurs. She kisses the inside of Clarke’s knees, then her thighs. She holds Clarke’s legs open and finally brings her mouth down on her wet soft skin.

Her tongue moves over Clarke and her mouth sucks gently. She licks and brings her thumb to the soft sensitive bud and rubs gently.

“How’s that, baby?”

Clarke blushed deeper, spreading her legs more for her.

Feeling her mouth against her was indescribable. Her hips gently lifted, soft moans sounding off.

“Oh gosh…” She gripped the sheets tighter.

The sounds Clarke made only made Lexa work harder. Faster with her tongue, moving her mouth over Clarke’s sex greedily. Lexa watches how Clarke’s hips lift and her hands push Clarke’s legs spread and knees towards her chest. Holding them open for her as she licks and sucks at Clarke passionately.

Finally, she swallows and is panting.

“God, Clarke I want you.”

Clarke was a moaning mess on the bed, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. Her hips try to lift again but are being held down by Lexa’s hands.

Her climax was building, beyond turned on by Lexa’s motions.

The loss of her mouth made her look down at her.

Lexa’s eyes are dark, her focus driven entirely by this gorgeous woman writhing in her bed and fighting her grip.

Lexa licks her lips and wipes her mouth across her arm.

“So… I have toys. I have fingers.

I’ll give you whatever you want.

What would you like to explore? I have a favorite toy and condoms. I could show it to you.” She licks her lips. She leans down, her hand going slowly around her throat and she murmurs lowly.

“And I promise it will get you off and feel so good.” She murmurs lowly.

Clarke listened to her words, nodding a bit, “I-I have to be honest with you…” She felt a bit like a fraud, knowing Lexa could be mad with her, “I’ve never had sex with a woman before…”

She wanted everything Lexa was offering and hoped she would still give it to her after her admission.

Lexa stops, worried she has freaked Clarke out. She shakes her head a little.

“Hey, that’s okay. If you’re unsure, or uncomfortable at all… I hope I didn’t, make you uncomfortable at all-” She says nervously. Watching Clarke closely.

Clarke shook her head, “No, I’m not uncomfortable. I just needed you to know. I’m new to all of this and I probably will be a bit slow and stuff.” Her cheeks were red, hoping she hadn’t ruined their moment.

“Hey, of course. It’s totally fine.” She moves over Clarke, naked except for her own underwear.

“I wanna go at whatever speed you wanna go.” Lexa smiles. She grabs her shirt and wipes her mouth down, so she can kiss Clarke again. She holds her head and strokes her face.

“I may be a biker… But I actually don’t do this all the time.” She swallows. Smiling.

“I want your first time with another girl to be everything you’ve ever wanted it to be.” She lays down beside her.

“So… What did you used to dream about, Clarke?” She asks, interested. Lexa’s tattoos were visible laying like this. She takes Clarke’s hand in her own.

Clarke gave her a small smile, “Thanks for being so understanding…I just, I really like you and I do want this with you. I just want to give you a good time, make you feel good,”

She looked at her tattoos, “Those are amazing…I have always wanted to get one. I have a few I wanted to get.”

“Dream about an experience with a woman? Or just my dreams in general?” She asked

Lexa gently lifts Clarke’s hand and kisses her knuckles.

“You don’t have to thank me, Clarke. I respect you. I really like you too.

We’ll make each other feel good.” Lexa smiles, reassuring and yet still confident.

Lexa looks down at her tattoos.

“Thank you.” She grins, she kisses Clarke’s neck softly.

“Tattoos would be sexy on you.”

Lexa smiles and giggles a soft laugh.

“Your dreams about being with a woman, sexually. Tell me about them. I want your first time to be everything you want.”

Clarke smiled as she watched her, her words soothing her anxiety. She felt lucky to have found someone who was so kind and understanding for her first time. It was like it was meant to be.

Her cheeks turned red when she thought of what to say to her, “I-uh…I’d like to be controlled a bit, taken care of.” She ran her fingers through her hair, “I want to be yours…”

“Do you like things a little rough?” Lexa asks, licking her lips, listening to what Clarke likes.

“How much control are we talking? Because I can own you, if you want.” Lexa says, eyes lulling at the feel of Clarke’s fingers.

“Not too rough,” She replied, “I want you to make me never want to leave your side. I want my delirious, pleased ass to want to tattoo your name all over my body…”

Lexa smiles interested in Clarke.

“It would be my pleasure.” He says softly.

She starts to kiss Clarke and then kisses down her body. Mouth kissing her hips to tease her. Then going right back to where it had been earlier.

“You spread those legs for me, beautiful.” She murmurs, and her mouth returns to Clarke’s wet soft skin.

Clarke happily kissed her back, humming at her touch. Her body was electrified by her kisses, spreading her legs for her.

“Oh god…” She mumbled, reaching a hand down to lace her fingers through her hair.

Lexa is smirking, her mouth pulls away and she grabs her favorite toy and puts it into a strap for her to wear, and a toy that she would use for herself during. Lexa puts a condom on it and pulls the strap on around her hips, buckling it. The toy in place for Lexa to use as she wanted now.

“You’re all mine now, Clarke Griffin.”

She moves over her, rubbing her slit with lube and soaking the toy.

She grabs the toy and rubs it along Clarke, up and down the sensitive span of skin there.

“You belong to me now.” Lexa murmurs.

Clarke couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper as she watched her. She was beyond turned on and anxiously awaited Lexa to touch her.

Feeling the toy run over herself was an experience, she let out a moan, nodding at her words.

Lexa’s eyes scour Clarke’s body. Lexa continues to tease Clarke.

“Are you ready?” She asks, leaning down to kiss Clarke again. Wanting to go at Clarke’s pace.

Clarke mewed at her actions, looking up at her, “Oh gosh yes…” She gripped the sheets, having experience with at least this aspect

Lexa moves her hips slowly, the toy slides inside so effortlessly, and the fact that it was so smooth and went inside her so perfectly turned Lexa on so much more. But Lexa’s own toy moved as well, and Lexa lets out an aching low cry of pleasure.

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She shudders and rests her weight against Clarke, kissing her softly and moving her hips gently so they both could get familiar with the feel.

“Does that feel good?” She asks, her hand slides up Clarke’s neck into her hair and uses it to keep Clarke pinned right there under her.

“You want to belong to me, huh, baby?” Lexa asks looking down into Clarke’s eyes, still thrusting as her free hand moves to grope Clarke’s chest.

Clarke let out a soft moan as Lexa slid the toy inside of her. It was like it was meant to for her, a perfect fit. It didn’t feel like the other sexual experiences she had where her ex-boyfriend took control, this felt better. Lexa’s moan made her want more, made her want Lexa.

She returned the kiss filled with need and lust. Every move was soft, meant to be caring and careful. Lexa cared about how she felt, and how she wanted this to go.

Her back arched as she touched her chest, whimpering in agreement, “T-Take me.”

Lexa is already being overtaken in all her senses. Clarke’s moan was something she wanted to drown in. It made her most sensitive areas ache.

Lexa’s mouth moves down and her hand lifts so that her mouth can suck Clarke’s breast and tease with her tongue as her hips continued to work, need tightening in her legs. She pulls her head back up to Clarke’s neck but poises her lips at Clarke’s ear. Raking her teeth over the lobe and starting to work faster, the thrusts making Lexa moan lowly and gasp.

She finally moves back to Clarke’s lips and kisses her, feeling a connection she hadn’t felt before. A trust she didn’t understand but also refused to question.

Lexa’s hands move all over Clarke and she is moaning endlessly at every movement.

Clarke was becoming overwhelmed with pleasure, her hands moving to the sheets to grip. Her eyes stared up at Lexa, wanting to have this mind-blowing experience with her.

Her head moved to the side to give her more access, her motions driving her crazy. She hadn’t felt this kind of pleasure before, and it was beautiful. The quickened movements made her moan louder.

Her lips melted against Lexa’s, feeling the softness of her beautiful pink lips.

“Oh, god,” Clarke moaned against her lips.

Lexa reaches down and pulls up Clarke’s legs and spreads them, so Lexa can lay on top of Clarke and work her body in need. Lexa’s teeth clinch and she exhales hard through them. Eyes closing tight now and then as she tries to withstand the intimacy’s influence.

Her bare chest now rests on Clarke’s, their breasts rubbing together as Lexa moves. Lexa stares down at Clarke, moaning.

“So beautiful.” She manages, her words carried on her breath.

Clarke could feel everything building up, threatening to release soon. Her body wasn’t going to be able to take much more of this before she was a moaning mess on the bed.

Feeling Lexa’s breasts against hers made her release a squeak of pleasure, looking up at her.

“Y-you’re beautiful,” She moaned out

Lexa’s mouth is open as she trembles, her movements driven by pure need. She leans up and her hands rest on Clarke’s knees, she keeps thrusting, getting slightly sweaty, she flips her hair, so her neck can cool as this very physical work out starts pushing her closer. Lexa reaches down to touch Clarke again. Her chest, her stomach, but Lexa’s hand finally stays still as all her thoughts are lost in pleasure. She was close.

“Clarke-” She moans. She drops down over Clarke again, weight on her arms, her hips move faster, yet graceful.

Clarke couldn’t believe this was happening. A few hours ago, she was thinking about what drink she would buy when she went out, not getting fucked by the hottest woman she had ever seen. She felt like the luckiest woman in the universe in that moment.

Feeling Lexa’s body against hers, the sheer touch of her hand was enough to push her over the edge. She held on though, wanting to share this moment with her rather than come too soon.

“L-Lexa..” Clarke moaned out, her hands reaching over to lace through her hair, “Oh yes...”

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