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[rosycasket]

♡ ROSARIO (ROSE) ♡ Guatemalan-American ♡ Nonbinary Trans Man ♡ He/They, Ze/Zyr ♡ Questioning, but I know I love cock at least lmao ♡ Trans, intersex and aroace friendly! ♡ Semi-non-SFW, but will tag things accordingly to the best of ability ♡ AuDHD, C-PTSD, depression, anxiety, AVPD, spinocerebellar ataxia type 10 (SCA10)

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[brucewayneargento-moved]

LGBT+ History Nerds when you tell them you don't think Steven Universe/Rocky Horror Show were the milestones of queer representation they make them out to be

[accirax]

a surprising sequel?!

[allthecanadianpolitics]

The P.E.I. Transgender Network is holding a rally for trans rights on April 2nd.

The group says the rally is being planned in reaction to "ongoing and increased public displays of transphobia/anti-trans movements occurring across P.E.I."

Lucky Fusca is the executive director of the group. They say that at the same time they are planning the rally, they have moved a health-care panel discussion from in-person to online because of safety concerns.

"With the anti-trans rhetoric and movements happening globally and specifically on Prince Edward Island, there was a question from one of our panelists around safety," Fusca said. [...]

Continue Reading.

Tagging: @politicsofcanada

[pacific-rimbaud]

Hi! I'm curious regarding Panville's dynamic on RoT. You write that they basically never argue and some of their disagreements get sorted out quickly (barring the one before the accident ofc). And that 5 years later, they're still deeply in love and shagging constantly. It's so beautiful but I guess I've become jaded with mainstream media (and some of the marriages/relationships i've been around) but do you think that's really possible? Not without hard work, but is it attainable and realistic?

I meant for Remember One Thing to be something lovely and beautiful and escapist to sink into. I write this ship because they're incredibly soft and fill me with so much warmth and happiness when I'm inhabiting their world in my imagination. All of our escapist outlets are so different, and I'm grateful to have the opportunity to put something out there that is maybe a little different or niche for people who enjoy it.

But also . . . extremely long-ass rant under the cut.

I can't find the source right now, but apparently when Terry Pratchett was a very young journalist he interviewed older married couples to ask their secrets to a long marriage. One of the couples straight up said they stayed happy because they had a ton of sex throughout their marriage and still did. There's also that kind of wild essay Ayelet Waldman wrote for the NYT about how much sex she and Michael Chabon were still having after four children, among other sentiments. People do experience a confluence of high libido and sustained admiration and attraction. It helps to partner with a sexy, kind, capable person who's a great communicator and does genuinely equitable domestic labor, which is what I've written.

And as far as fighting goes, that's down to a lot of things that I won't get into, but it's 100% possible. My three kids never fight. They have very rare arguments/hurt feelings over resources ("Who ate the last of the rice crackers?" kind of thing), but they resolve their conflicts quickly and respectfully and have never, ever sought to hurt one another physically or emotionally. This has nothing to do with my parenting, it's just them, for whatever reason. It's so marked and consistent that they're disturbed by sibling conflict in media, and don't understand why their friends hate their siblings.

It's a joke in my house to call me Spock because I live in my rational brain most of the time. It has drawbacks, but one perk is that I find it very easy to approach conflict with a cooperative problem-solving mentality vs. a win-lose mentality. I really cannot overstate how life-altering that is. And I actually do think that it's possible for almost anyone to become good enough at communication and secure enough in their sense of self to have a very low-friction partnership.

Tl;dr: it's absolutely possible to not fight with the people you live with, and it's possible to not hate your spouse. I will say that I see more genuine friendship, mutual regard and happiness in queer relationships than I do in straight ones.

So my answer to: is this possible? Attainable? Realistic? is yes and no. Remember One Thing is heterosexual monogamist escapism, meant to simply enjoy for those who are into it. I also absolutely think it's possible to sustain a super active sex life across the lifespan of a monogamous partnership. It's also possible to not fight (I don't mean not disagree or work though differing opinions, that's just life). Is it likely to find both of those things in a partnership? Plus whatever else we may want—successful careers, healthy, connected parenting, physical health and well-being, hobbies, extended family connections, travel? That's a ton of pressure and a BUNCH of separate social problems we shouldn't feel responsible for personally solving or attaining. Also kind of funny how under predatory capitalism security and satisfaction are not enough (are in fact antithetical to the pursuit of profit). Any aspect of our lives that isn't peak and ideal is framed as a problem with a market-based solution. There's an app to optimize all of this. Click to accept the unfettered use of your data in perpetuity.

The thing about the relationship in Remember One Thing isn't that it's ideal, it's that it's peaceful. It's marked by a high level of metta, or lovingkindness: connectedness; openness; mutual goodwill; benevolence. It's emotionally non-violent. One of my all-time favorite authors is E.M. Forster, a gay man who wrote about queer joy long before that was a term and whose existence was criminalized during his lifetime. There's this famous line in A Room with a View: " . . .  by the side of the everlasting Why there is a Yes—a transitory Yes if you like, but a Yes." Remember One Thing is about a Yes relationship. It's safe to be vulnerable. That vulnerability engenders trust, which makes it possible to stay open. It's a virtuous cycle.

Why don't we think we can have that? And for those who want sex, why do we feel like silly, secure, fun, connected sexual intimacy that we genuinely enjoy and regularly seek from a partner is unrealistic? So much of what we think is normal about partnership is actually centuries-worth of radioactive institutional abuse and exploitation. We covertly and overtly frame relationships in terms of power, performance, and extraction. What do I get from this relationship vs. I get to hang out with you. That's no way to live. I have to believe it's attainable to find that person or people who feel like a sweet, sexy Yes and treat them with grace and kindness. Otherwise what's the point?

[jasontoddssuper]

I'm not a coq///uette or a f*mboy or some other gross word,i'm literally just femme and love being soft and queer.Not everything is about sex ffs and it's super rizzless of y'all to act like it is

[rotteneldritchhorror]

We like church we like church we like church we like church we like church we like church we like church we like church we like church we like chur

[q-writes]

- Unearthed, exposed

[failed-version-of-both]

Ngl I’m subscribed to all the queer media analysis people on YT and I’ve seen a lot of buzz about stuff like Heartstopper and IWTV and absolutely nothing on TLW. I had to go searching for it and even then, barely anything came up. That’s not a question of quality btw, for what it’s worth I loved the gay vampires and I thought Heartstopper was cute.

Is it because TLWGQ is in its third season now or do we just give zero fucks about queer women??!

[Terfs if you touch this post I will drown you in the pool.]

[olivescardigans]

we will never get over the damage the phrase “not gay as in happy but q*eer as in fuck you” did for the LGBT movement 

[zoeyp03]

I'm literally just writing this at the request of a friend who wanted to learn more about my relationship with gender, so here goes

I had a rocky relationship with gender like.. ages ago. I was one of those people who at a very early age exhibited like heavily feminine qualities. I liked pink, I liked dresses, I liked princesses. And as an AFAB person this looked nothing out of the ordinary for like... a couple of third world country parents raising their "perfect A, gold star girl". But of course, there reached that stage, where there was no way in absolute hell you could allow someone, anyone, to be feminine at all. And of course, since society thinks that a single ounce of body fat immediately means that you... can't exist or something.

I'd started to get bullied for daring to believe I could look cute while being hyper feminine, bit by bit I began to resent femininity, and then... I was "not like other girls". If I wasn't allowed to be feminine, I wasn't going to even try at all. I was terrible, terrible to other girls. Maybe not the bully, but being an outcast doesn't immediately make you the victim. Yes, I was quiet about my resentment, but it was still there and very present for me.

Before I'd realized, my mom (bless her) took notice of this and just... asked me what was wrong. A little something called "learned helplessness" taught me that it's never ok to tell someone what id wrong with you, at all. So I never said anything. But at the very least I knew one thing: I hated being a "girl". I hated it because I felt like I was not allowed to do anything I wished. I hated it, because the word was always associated with being "lame", "weak", "lesser than others", and of course "ugly". Of course, these are very stupid, and not at all valid ways to reason being non-binary. So little me had a long journey before them to learn that these were not the reason they weren't a girl at all. And it all started with... internet.

The internet was my safe haven, needless to say. I didn't have to share my image with everyone to see, and ruin my reputation with how dreadfully ugly I was (again, child brain.) I had heard of Tumblr like a few years ago, I was told that it wasn't a safe place because all of the terrible people with bad takes went there. But I wanted to find that out for myself. Turns out, I didn't just stumble upon the bad people with the bad takes, I'd just met... people. Sure, more than half of them were misinformed children just like me, but they all taught me a valuable lesson that I hadn't thought of: breaking out the of gender binary.

Being trans was... beyond me. I had no idea that that was even a possibility at all, and when I'd learned that was a thing, I was impressed! You can just... change your gender? To the one that you actually are? That was amazing! ...But there was nooo way that could apply to me! I was a girl! Sure, not the prettiest girl, but still a girl!

Buddy, the signs were there. But alas, they needed a while to figure it out.

I had excitedly told about it to my rl best friend. She was just as amazed as I was. Another friend who at the time I was entirely aware that they were a lesbian, chimed in that they were aware of it and that it was a very cool thing. I was... very lucky that I was surrounded by people who could understand and be amazed with me. I could not even imagine if that were the case.

Anyway, I was made aware of what being transgender was at a relatively younger age, but the concept of being non-binary eluded me, even as I grew into being a teenager. What do you mean you're not a man or a woman? Didn't they just tell you what you were supposed to be when you were younger? How do you manage to just... ignore what people tell you what you're supposed to be? Something in me told me that I resonated with the concept, that there was a chance I was not a girl at all.

But with the life that surrounded me outside of my friendships, outside of my internet circle... I was still the "little girl of the family", the "only daughter", "the little miracle". I was always told what I was supposed to be by my family. That I was supposed to become an expert in English, get an amazing job as either a doctor or a lawyer, marry a good man and have at least 2 kids. My life had been planned out by my family ages ago.But that was not me.

By a certain period of time, I knew I was part of the m-spec, with the label of "bisexual" feeling like the most fitting for me personally. I knew I did not want children. Teen me says it's because they hate kids, present day me says that it's because they do not have what it takes to be a parent. Any children I could have deserve better than what I could give them. But that's besides the point. I knew I was queer, yet something always stopped me from believing I could be anything other than a girl. Maybe it's that feeling of "I could disappoint someone", "What's that going to change for my image?", "Who in real life could be attracted to someone like me even if I wasn't a girl?" (I apologize for the last one, I've been a hopeless romantic my entire life)

But time passes, and people change. Including the adults around me. I saw that my mom (bless her), had been watching and interacting with media aplenty that included transgender people in them. A Brazillian soap opera in particular had caught my attention. There was a trans man in that series, and as painfully typical and angsty as you would expect for a story like that to be in a soap opera, my mom was moved by it. I can't remember if the portrayal was misinformed, or outdated, but at the time it was what I needed. For once, I saw a family member understand and sympathize with a transgender person. For once, the possibility of me not being a girl at all didn't seem so out of the ordinary. There was just one thing I needed to get over.

I still continued to be more masculine, and I had considered the idea that I could be a trans man myself. And despite the fact that being referred to with masculine pronouns felt correct (thank you mom for confusing me and my brother from time to time), being referred to as a "man" didn't really fit... Not to mention, I felt like a part of me was missing. Something I hadn't quite tried and enjoyed, almost years ago.

I hadn't completely quit being feminine, because to my family I was still a girl. And a girl will be given girly clothes by other family members. Fortunately, as time passed and as I kept on learning about gender and to be more sympathetic to women AND TO MYSELF, I started to accept my femininity again. I wanted to learn how to do my makeup since it looked like fun, I loved painting my nails, and there were some dresses I felt comfortable and cute in.

At some point, I had this internal battle. Should I be feminine or masculine? Was I a man or a woman? I could not figure it out for the life of me. I identified as bigender for a while, but I didn't feel like it fit for me. I also tried identifying as a demigirl for another while, and while it made me massively happy to identify as such for a good amount of time, I came to the slow but sure realization that I was something else entirely.

I was non-binary.

It didn't come to me as a shock, or a revelation. But more along the lines of "finally figuring out all the pieces of the puzzle, and all of them falling into place perfectly". For once in my life, I was at peace with myself. Sure, the chances of most rl circles in my country not at all understanding what the hell non-binary could possibly mean was gonna be hurtful, painful even. It was gonna sting, and as a matter of fact, things were going to get even harder from this point forward.

But I am not in this for the simplicity of things. I don't want to simplify things for others' comfort. I am making it my life's mission to help educate others, but also to educate myself even more. I am literally only 20 years old as I am writing this. Hell, it may suddenly turn out that I could be a binary trans man, I could be bigender, there is still so much I have to learn about myself. It's not a journey with a certain destination. But I am more than willing to keep on going in this journey if it means I'll be satisfied with myself.

Non-binary feels right to me right now. If that is not the case anymore at some point, we'll get to that whenever. And if not, then I'll learn about something else about myself, something I had not thought about, and settle my feelings on the matter.

This story does not have a real ending, it's a never-ending journey. And I'm willing to go at it for as long as I can, if it means that I'll be happy with myself, with my friends, and my loved ones. That's what I've set out to do ever since I entered this world.

[firep0wder]

a word being used derogatorily does not a slur make actually.

[junmsli]

needy

pairing. enzo vogrincic x reader

cw/tw. smut, praise, established relationship, dry humping, unprotected sex, enzo un pocooo bromista, oral (reader recibe), dirty talk, age gap (no especificado), afab!reader/pronombres femeninos.

word count. 1.4k

rating. +18 (dejé ganar a mis pensamientos intrusivos)

"enzo" la joven musita bajito el nombre del hombre que se hallaba en la habitación que ambos comparten, acostado en la cama, viene de haber estado lavando la poca vajilla que quedaba sucia. él se encontraba leyendo un libro, llevando puesto lo que parecía ser una camisa bastante liviana y el resto de su cuerpo cubierto por una sábana.

"¿qué pasa, mi amor?" dice y aparta la mirada del libro brevemente para enfocarse en ti por unos segundos, sonríe y vuelve a prestar atención a su libro. "vení y acostáte ya".

"sobre eso..." ella ríe nerviosamente y empieza a caminar hacia su dirección, su ropa consistía en una camiseta negra oversize, la más grande que pudo haber encontrado, sus bragas y no llevaba sostén porque al encontrarse sola con su pareja, en su hogar ¿quién en su sano juicio usaría sostén?

la muchacha se sube a la cama, con enzo en la cabecera y ella en el otro extremo, pero planea cambiar eso. empezando a gatear hacia él y una vez a su costado, toma suavemente el libro de las manos del uruguayo y lo deja en la mesita de noche "¿podrías seguir leyendo mañana? tengo una situación aquí.”

él alza una ceja "bueno dale, pero tengo una pregunta para vos, ¿la situación es; 'necesito una culeada'?" él aprieta los labios divertido "no estoy que me quejo".

"¿cómo sabes?" se hace la sorprendida, como si esa no hubiese sido la intención de todo el asunto para empezar.

empieza desabotonar los botones de la camisa de enzo con paciencia, logra su objetivo y se la saca delicadamente por la cabeza, quita la sábana que cubría el resto de su cuerpo, para ahora bajar su bóxer, tarea que acaba con una sonrisa coqueta.

"un poco bastante necesitada andas vos"

ella ignora su comentario y se sube sobre él. pone sus piernas en los costados de enzo, al nivel de su miembro y de su clítoris cubierto, lleva también sus manos a la cintura del mayor. ambos jadean por el roce más que placentero y enzo agarra sus caderas guiando su ritmo, conociendo mejor que nada cómo es que a su chica le gusta.

la fémina mueve sus manos con la intención de quitarse la camiseta, sin dejar de jadear, una vez que cumple con su objetivo agarra las manos de enzo de donde estaban  y las lleva a sus senos, incitandolo a tocar y masajear tanto como quiera. “vos serás mi muerte.” menciona mientras acaricia suavemente los pezones ya duros de su novia. “decime qué querés y lo tenés, mi sol.”

se mueve con más rapidez encima del miembro de enzo y toma fuerzas antes -casi- susurrar “q-quiero que me folles.” entre jadeos.

“¿con esa boca besás a tu vieja?” 

“dios, enzo no menciones a mi mamá mientras estamos en esto.” dice ella, sintiendo sus cachetes más que calientes.

él se ríe “mmh, vienes acá, te hacés la que no pero sí, no demorás ni dos minutos y ya estás saltando sobre mí.”

“no estoy saltando-” menciona, podrían estar cogiendo como si de eso dependiera su vida pero jamás permitiría la oportunidad de llevarle la contra a su novio. “y yo vine a lo que vine.”

“quizás debería cogerte tan fuerte y duro como estoy seguro vos esperás.” 

con delicadeza (no la misma que acaba de usar para decirle que la va a follar hasta el cansancio) él la toma y voltea a la chica acostando la en la cama.

le baja las bragas, su mirada sigue todo el breve momento y procede a quitarlas, sin importarle donde las arroja. su cabeza sube a la altura del centro de la muchacha, sus dedos caminan por los muslos de ella y los acaricia haciendo camino hasta llegar a su estrecho agujero e ingresa dos dedos que mueve a propósito, a un ritmo lento, lleva sus ojos en dirección a los de ella “toda mojada, no tenés ni puta idea de lo que me hacés sentir.”

sus labios van a su clítoris donde comienza el trabajo de chuparlo con adoración, la mujer gime alto y acaricia sus senos dejándose llevar. 

“muy exquisita si querés saber.” comenta enzo, lo que causa que la chica suelta una pequeña y nerviosa risa, él mantiene su trabajo en ella, dedos en el fondo de ella y lengua y labios en su clítoris, moviéndose, chupando y lamiendo como solo él sabe y aprendió, que a su compañera le gusta. 

sus labios dan lentas vueltas alrededor del punto más dulce de la muchacha y suelta bajos jadeos al probarla “mierda, sos tan adictiva.”

“e-en, yo…”

“decime qué querés”

“ya lo dije, en, sabes lo que quiero”

“no lo recuerdo” se encoge de hombros sabiendo que ella mantiene sus ojos en su figura.

“te quiero dentro, te necesito, quiero que me folles” dice con todas sus fuerzas, enzo nunca detuvo sus movimientos y los gemidos de la chica a la par, tampoco nunca cesaron.

enzo asiente con una sonrisa burlona. “nunca te diría que no.” aleja su rostro de ahí abajo, saca sus dedos contemplando lo mojados que están y alza una ceja divertido. nivela sus rostros y sonríe una vez más, sus dedos llenos de la esencia de la muchacha, van hacia la boca ella, donde los mete y mueve. “mi amor siempre sabe lo que quiere y yo se lo doy.” la fémina mueve su lengua alrededor de los dedos de enzo.

él después de un par de segundos separa sus dedos de su boca, usa ambas manos en el trabajo de poner las piernas ella a los costados de su cintura.

una mano finalmente se dirige a su miembro erecto para llevarlo al encuentro del centro de la joven. “siempre luces tan deliciosa cuando estoy apunto de enterrarme en ti.” finalmente comienza los movimientos de sus caderas contra las de la muchacha, suelta un par de gemidos mientras susurra su nombre, lleno de lujuria, adoración y gran amor. mantiene un ritmo rápido, estocadas que llevan a ambos a un muy alto placer. 

“sos tan hermosa.”

“por-por favor, te necesito.” dice.

“lo sé, mi amor.” no planea detenerse y observa con fascinación la figura de la mujer que tanto ama debajo de él. “me tomas tan bien. ”acerca su rostro al de ella y empieza un más que apasionado beso, lenguas se tocan y exploran todo lo que el otro le puede dar a cada uno.

enzo, como ya se mencionó, conoce cada punto que tocar, besar, lamer y acariciar para que su novia se siente en el mismo cielo, y no duden en que usará cada uno de sus conocimientos sobre ti en cada oportunidad que se le presente de hacerte sentir bien. “justo así, mierda, esa es mi chica.”

desesperadamente, la joven lleva sus manos a la espalda del pelinegro, donde las mantiene y acaricia con veneración, respiraciones pesadas se sienten el uno contra el otro, besos mojados son depositados en el rostro de ella. 

puede sentir como las paredes de ella lo presionan en su interior y sonríe, con más ternura que lujuria, al conocer que su amor está cerca de llegar a la cúspide de placer.

tal cómo él también lo es.

no tiene reparos en preparar y calcular cada uno de sus siguientes movimientos en ella, cualquiera podría llevarla al tope. sus estocadas premeditadas son un poco más lentas, entrando y saliendo, disfrutando cada segundo, sabiendo que es suya y que momentos así, estarían acompañándolo toda su vida, específicamente, ella lo estaría acompañando.

“sos tan linda desmoronándote debajo de mí.” susurra.

pensamientos de cómo es que dijo esas palabras con tanta facilidad llegan a él y sonríe, una sonrisa cargada de todas las posibles emociones que la situación le podría brindar, sigue los gemidos de ella diciendo todo los sinónimos de hermosa que llegan a su mente.

enzo acelera una vez más, moviendo sus caderas contra las de ella con la mayor precisión posible, toma el rostro de la jóven en sus manos. “mírame mientras te corres.” logra decir, muy sumergido en la neblina de placer en la que se encuentran ambos.

ella asiente, diciendo todo tipo de obscenidades, su orgasmo llega de manera abrumadora y suelta un último gran gemido. más respiraciones pesadas le siguen mientras el pelinegro busca también su liberación, ya que su prioridad ya había sido alcanzada. 

luego de lo que parece casi nada, ella siente la carga de semen del mayor bañando sus paredes de forma deliciosa.

“¿fue esto más interesante que el capítulo de tu libro que estabas leyendo?”

“déjame en paz, amor, vamos a limpiarte.” le responde con una sonrisa cansada pero satisfecha.

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writer's note: esto fue, definitivamente más rápido de lo que pensé 😭 si me olvidé de algún tag ¡avísenme!

otra vez, cualquier tipo de feedback es bienvenido :p espero que les guste <3

[fictionkinfessions]

i cant tell people im ruv from fnf bc theyll assume im talking about the canon one but im Actually talking about the fanfic version i made up in my head. like its so different to the point that seeing the canon bothers me a little bit - not enough to make me act stupid or bother people, but enough to be a little uncomfortable. and like seeing me be portrayed as cishet also makes me so ridiculously uncomfortable bc in my memories me being queer and growing to accept that was such a huge struggle for me; i get that like its technically just a "headcanon" and not everyone is gonna follow it or find it appealing but aghhhhghgjkfdhg PLEASE i am queer i am arospec i am genderqueer

in other news, been fleshing out another fic idea thats a royal au and got surprised when i got memories from it despite this id being the one that tends to give me the most clear memories and i KNOW i tend to relate to royal aus because i Already have ids from royal aus. someone stop my brain from doing this every time i cant even interact with anyone outside of my companion when it comes to this id bc they wont GET IT

frog

[measuredingold]

hi, angel <33 back with a request! also also no pressure at all ofc, if you’re not vibing with it just delete 🥰

just had a lil fluff idea, friends to lovers type beat. reader is on tour with the band, tagging along as a friend when she’s out late one night with the guys, gets a lil drunk/tipsy and ends up in the wrong bunk. (Noah’s.) he didn’t go out, he went to bed early. she doesn’t realize and she’s like “what are you doing in my bed?”

neither of them end up moving, and it doesn’t help that she’s a cuddly drunk. plus, he has a hard time saying no to you 🥺💗

anyway, do with that what you will 💖

just friends

authors note: thank you so much lovely anon for requesting this! i enjoyed writing this and kind of want to take it further, but i'm not sure? :) anyways, i hope this is what you were looking for and you enjoy it <3 reminder that my requests are open! also, happy birthday noah :)

pairing: noah sebastian x reader

cross-posted on ao3

word count: 2.6k

cw/tags: fluff (like tooth-rotting fluff imo), friends to lovers, confessions/admission of feelings, drinking/reader is drunk, 18+ minors do not interact

"Easy there, girl."

You giggled as Nicholas helped you onto the bus, his hands pressed against the small of your back to keep you in place. You didn't even mean to drink this, usually not one to do so, but after Folio had challenged you to see how many shots you could take in under a minute you had to prove to him that it definitely was more than two. Now here you were, giggling obnoxiously to yourself as Nicholas guided you onto the bus, feet tripping over one another.

"Nick," You hum, eyes squinting around the bus. "Is the room spinning?"

"It very much is not. You," A finger pressed to your forehead, and you barely registered that Nicholas was now in front of you, a smile tugging at his lips, "are very much drunk, though. Come on, let's get you to bed. Go change and I'll get you some water and Tylenol for that headache that should be kicking in... now."

You go to retort, but there was already a dull pain in the back of your head causing you to wince. Your headaches came a lot earlier when you drank, not waiting until the morning to hit. You give him a grateful smile when he hands you your bag you kept above one of the seats up front, knowing your drunk ass could not get that even if you tried your hardest, and you pulled out a change of clothes and made your way back to the very small, and very tight bathroom.

You change, clumsily, and shuffle your way back to the front of the bus where Nicholas was waiting for you. You take the Tylenol and bottle of water gratefully, swallowing down the medicine in one go. You take a few more sips of water, realizing just how thirsty you were before deciding you were good to go, twisting the cap back on a tossing it onto the couch.

“Good?” You nod, giving Nicholas a thumbs up in response. He smiles. “Alright. I’m gonna meet back up with guys, but Noah’s still here.”

Your brows furrow for a moment before you remember that Noah is still on the bus, opting out of going out with you and the crew after tonight’s show. You give Nicholas another nod as your response.

“If you need anything, just wake Noah up. He’ll get you whatever you need.” He leans forward now, tipping his head down to press his lips to your forehead, and you smile brightly up at him when he pulls away. “And if he doesn’t, hit ‘em upside the head and then call me.”

You laugh, “I’m sure I’ll be fine if I need anything. I’m drunk, not injured.”

He rolls his eyes at you before you gently shove him away, pushing him towards the door. You say your goodbyes and watch the door shut behind Nicholas, leaving you to stand alone in the front of the bus all by yourself. You stay put for a second, the dizziness coming back before a yawn rips from you, and you decide to finally shuffle your way towards the bunks.

All you needed was your favorite blanket and your bunk, and that duck squishmallow Noah had gotten you a few months ago. It’s quiet and you think Noah’s probably asleep already, and you yawn again as you finally reach your bunch, pulling the curtain back. You stare quizzically, though, at the man curled up in your bunk, and he stares right back, brows raised and just as confused.

"What the hell are you doing in my bunk?"

Noah blinks at you before pulling his airpods out, a brow raised. "What?"

"I said," You let go of the curtain to place a hand on your hip. "What the hell are you doing in my bunk, Davis?"

He stares at you for a beat before his lips slowly start curling into a smile.

"How drunk are you?" Noah squints at you.

"Why does that matter?" You argue, words slurring slightly. "I'm drunk and you're in my bunk. Two very obvious and true things. Now answer my question."

Noah snorts out a laugh. "You're right about one thing, you definitely are drunk. This is my bunk, though."

If you were sober, you would realize that yes, he was right. This was definitely not your bunk, yours was right below his, but for some reason in your drunk and hazy mind you were sure that this was your bunk. It looked just like it - just like the rest of the damn bunks on this bus - so it had to be true. You purse your lips, arms crossing over your chest.

“Very funny, Noah. Now get out, I’m tired and want to go to sleep.”

“I’m not moving.” He says more firmly, eyes narrowing at you. “This is my bunk, yours is over there.”

You turn as he points to the bunk across from his, the curtains drawn, and you squint. You look back at him, then back at the other bunk, and a voice in the back of your head is telling you that he was right. That was your bunk, not the one Noah was currently occupying. None of your stuff is there, your pillow isn’t even there, but for some reason the drunk – and very stubborn – part of you was firm on your stance.

Noah was in your bunk.

You turn back to him, arms still crossed over your chest, and you square your shoulders. “I’m just gonna climb up if you’re not moving, dude. So, either get out or we’re cuddle buddies for the rest of the night.”

The two of you stare at each other for a moment and you see the exact where Noah’s shoulders drop, realizing there’s no point in arguing with you because you are right (no, you’re not) and he sighs deeply, though you barely catch the slight curl of his lips.

“Whatever. Get in.”

You climb into the bunk beside Noah, slowly because you knew in your inebriated state that was a disaster waiting to happen, and the boy sighs to himself again, rolling onto his side and pressing his back against the wall to make room for you. You roll onto your side, back facing Noah, and press against him. It wasn't hard to do with how tight the space was, and you hummed to yourself when you finally got comfortable enough to relax, pulling the blanket up to your chin.

"Comfy?" You hear Noah murmur behind you.

You nod, "Very."

"Good."

You feel him shift behind you and if you had been sober, maybe the thought of being so close to him would have your skin blazing, but as your thoughts swirl, the only thing you can really think is how nice he feels pressed against you and how comfortable you are. His arm slings over your waist underneath the blanket and you swear he pulls you closer to him, if that was possible. A pleased sigh escapes him, the air fanning over the back of your neck. Now that has your body firing up, tiny goosebumps scattering across your skin. You melt against him.

"Why didn't you go out?" You ask through a yawn, eyes fluttering.

"Didn't want to."

"Why not? Everyone else did."

"Just wasn't in the mood," He mumbles behind you, his breath fanning against the back of your neck again. "Cold? You got goosebumps.”

You shake your head but feel Noah pull you closer anyways, sweatpant covered legs slipping in between yours. His limbs snake around yours and practically confines you, locking you against him. You're finding out that you like it way more than you probably should for a friend, but the drunken haze of your mind doesn't care too much about the technicalities of it all. 

"Did you miss me?" You ask after another beat of silence, and you feel Noah's body tense behind you.

“…Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Yeah, maybe."

You pause. "Is that why you're in my bunk right now? Because you missed me?"

Noah lets out a groan and you can't help but smirk, soft giggles escaping you. You feel his hand move down to your hip, pushing your shirt up slightly to pinch at your skin playfully and you squeal, squirming against him. You barely move because this six-three, giant man has you tight in his grasp, and you feel his chest move against your back with his laughter. 

"Oh my fucking god," He grumbles into your hair, but you hear the smile in his voice. "Go to sleep. Please."

"I'm trying." You whine out, eyes slipping shut at the feeling of his hand now spreading out against your tummy, rubbing soothing circles there. "My head hurts too much."

"Did you take anything?"

"Mhm." You hum. "Nicholas gave me some Tylenol and water before he met back up with the guys."

"You drink all the water?"

You shrug. “Maybe like half?”

"Good enough for me." You feel the brush of his lips against the back of your neck and your eyes spring open, freezing in his hold. "You just need to relax. It should start kicking in soon."

You don't say anything, hyper-focused on the way his lips felt against your skin and the way you liked it too much. Even in your inebriated state you knew what that meant, and maybe you always had, but was just too scared to even think of the possibility. You and Noah were just friends... who sometimes teetered the line between friends and something else. It went unspoken for as long as you could remember, and you're not sure why you never said anything. 

You don't know if it's the alcohol, or if you're finally sobering up, but your stomach turns at the thought. Why didn't you say anything? Why didn't he say anything? You feel dizzy again, and there's a voice in the back of your head trying to tell you to shut up and sleep but you've never been a good listener, even to yourself, and your lips move before you can think twice about it. 

"Noah." Your voice is hushed and the feel of his fingers rubbing circles against your bare hip as your head spinning more than it probably should be right now.

"Hm?" 

"You do realize friends don't do this, right?"

It takes him a moment to reply, "Do what?"

"This."

You feel more sober than you did five minutes prior. You're aware of everything - where you are, who you're with, who you're pressed against. Noah lets out a sigh and you feel him nose at your shoulder, a shiver running through your body at the feeling.

"You know we’ve never exactly been just friends."

You can't believe he had just said that as your eyes almost bulge right out of your head, and you try to turn in his arms so that you can face him.

"Noah-"

His grip only tightens on you, and you can't move, stuck where you are, and you hear him huff out a laugh before saying, "Nope. No way. We’re not having this talk right now when you’re drunk as shit, and we’re trapped in this glorified death box. Go to sleep.”

"But-"

"If you remember this in the morning, then ask me again." You feel his lips move against the back of your neck and you shiver again, squirming against him.

"I will." You finally whisper after two beats of silence, trying to settle back against his chest. "I'll ask you tomorrow."

He presses another kiss to the back of your neck and your entire body flushes, and you can hear the smile in his voice when he says, "Okay."

You both lay in silence and it's not long for sleep to find you, body finally relaxing after the long night.

…

You wake some hours later, groaning quietly as you lifted your head up from the pillow. You blink blearily around you before rubbing at your eyes, trying to rid them of sleep as last night’s shenanigans flooded your brain. With another groan you roll onto your back and stare up at the top of the bunk, picking a part your memories.

Going out with the guys, taking way too many shots with Folio, Nicholas having to walk you back to the bus, the Tylenol, Noah… Your mind pauses at the thought of the male, and you realize you’re in the bunk alone. You remember everything clearly, from arguing with him about how this was your bunk – it in fact very much was not – from climbing into said bunk and cuddling with him. You remember him saying that the two of you have never been just friends but refused to elaborate.

If you remember this in the morning, then ask me again.

The bus is quiet, the only sound you hear are Jolly’s snores coming from below you, and the soft sound of the bus’s engine running. You were most likely on your way to the next city. You’re sure Noah’s already up, probably in the front working away on his laptop, and you peel his blanket off your body and do your best to get down from his bunk.

You find him where you expected him, beanie on top his head and hoodie wrapped around his body, headphones on as he typed away at his laptop. You’d make a joke about him always working, but you’re only thinking of one thing right now.

You come stand in front of him and he notices you almost instantly, pushing his headphones off his head as he stares up at you.

“Morning, sleeping beauty.”

You blush, eyes dropping for a moment as your arms come to cross over your chest.

“What did you mean last night?” You blurt out.

Noah pauses but his eyes never leave you, and you watch as he slips his computer off his lap and into the seat next to him. He leans forward, elbows resting against his knees.

“Ask me again.”

“No, I’m not-“ You huff out a groan and brush your fingers through your hair, wincing a bit at the knots that caught between your hands. “I’m not playing that game, Noah. What did you mean we’ve never exactly been just friends?”

“It’s exactly what it sounds like.” He leans back against the couch now, arms crossing over his chest. “And you know I’m right.”

Your heart hammers against your chest and all you can do is nod at his words, cheeks flushing with color. He was right. You two have never been just friends, too close, too touchy to be labeled as platonic. You’d be lying if you said last night was the first time you shared a bed together. But now what? You got the answer you were looking for, but for some reason you can’t even look at Noah, but his eyes are burning into you, watching your every move.

“Okay…” You start, sucking in a breath as you finally moved your gaze back to Noah, eyes locking with his. “If we’re not just friends, then what does that make us?”

He smiles. “People who like each other more than friends but are too scared to admit it?”

Damn. He got that spot on. You blush again, trying to find the right words, but come up short. Your brain is still playing catch up, sleep still very much in your veins, and Noah notices. He leans forward again and gestures you to come closer and you do, his hands reaching out to grab your own.

“We have the next two days off. Let me take you out. Dinner or something. A movie. Whatever you want.”

“And then what?”

He shrugs. “And then we see where this goes. I’m willing to give it a try if you are.”

You can’t stop the smile that’s slipping onto your lips, your fingers curling around his as warmth spread throughout your chest.

“That sounds good to me.”

[stinkyme]

Hello! This is something I had in mind heavily discussed with my sweet Q(utie) (@iovetecchou ) and this is an alteration of one fluff request I had, I hope you like it and enjoy it! :)

CW/TW: NSFW, fem!reader (no pronouns used), needy!Tecchou, semi-public sex (inside of the tent), a biiiiiit of dry humping, cliche plot, established relationship, vaginal penetration, ass grabbing (lovingly :3), fucking sideways (?), Tecchou placing his hand on the reader's mouth, a little bit of biting, more loving and romantic sex, creampie, if I forgot anything please let me know! :)

I apologize for any mistakes in advance!

Needy much? || Tecchou Suehiro x Reader

It was a very cold night when you had a mission. Hunting Dogs knew no pain or limitations when it comes to serving justice. So now, you had to camp in a forest with Tecchou, Jouno and Tachihara. You made a deal to use two tents - one for Jouno and Tachihara, second one for Tecchou and you. This was fine by all of you and soon enough you set up your tents and all went to sleep after chatting near the fire for a while. Tecchou and you had separate sleeping bags, hoping that they may help more with the cold.

But the night's awfully freezing breeze was making it harder for you to fall asleep. You were tossing and turning, then tried to get into the fetus position to provide more comfort and warmth for yourself. It was futile. You could feel cold sneaking inside of your bones, your body uncontrollably shaking. You tried to take a deep breath to free your muscles from tension, but that just made it worse. Tecchou was aware of this, hearing the material of your sleeping bag continuously rustling and moving.

"You can sleep here with me." he whispers, trying not to startle you.

"No, no, it's fine." you reply through shaky teeth, taking another deep breath to try and somehow receive any warmth.

"Don't be stubborn. Just come here. Or should I come there?" he replies in a casual, almost monotone tone as he nods to himself quickly, getting out of his sleeping bag. 

"No, it's fine. Really." you somehow choke out words, still trembling. He doesn't say anything, just takes his sweater off and opens up the zipper of your sleeping bag. You barely turn your head to take a look, widening your eyes at the sight in front of you.

"Are you insane? You will freeze to death like that." you say in a sharp tone, a wave of warmth spreading inside your body as you get slightly irritated.

"Not exactly. Skin to skin contact is the best if you want to get warm. So..take your clothes off." he says so casually that it's almost nerve wrenching. He is almost always so calm that sometimes you wonder if it is a huge prank of his.

"You are insane." you say as you turn around, stubborn to prove him wrong.

"And you are freezing, so do as you are told. Or do you wish for me to freeze to death?" his voice was calm and monotone. You could feel your eye twitch and you quickly got up, taking off your sweater. You were looking at him for a good moment as you threw your top aside.

"Happy now?" you ask him in an annoyed tone and he nods.

"Pants too." he says as he gets up, quickly takes his pants off and slowly adjusts himself in the sleeping bag.

"Fine. At least you annoying me made me forget about how cold I am. I will give you that." you say, still a bit shaky as you take your pants off and position yourself in a sleeping bag. You turn your back to Tecchou, his torso immediately warming them up.

"Happy to help." he replies in a soft tone as he puts his arm over your waist and brings you even closer to him. You sigh out, finally getting warmer and warmer. Tecchou kisses your shoulder gently before he nuzzles his face into your back. He gently puts pressure with his fingertips on your tummy as he starts placing kisses down your back, as far as he can reach in such a tight space. You sigh out again, this time from pleasure and relaxation that his warm lips were providing. Tecchou slowly moves back up, pulling you in closer to him and pressing your body into his. You close your eyes for a moment, enjoying the warmth that was finally settling in your body. Shortly after, you can feel Tecchou barely moving his hips, softly rolling them in and out. You could feel a slight bulge that was forming inside his pants as his cock got harder. You smile to yourself as he moves his hand down your waist using his fingertips, softly grasping your hip and squeezing it as he starts moving his hips slightly faster.

"Needy much?" you whisper following with a silent laugh as he kisses one of your shoulder blades. He kisses the other one, then places a kiss in the middle of them before answering.

"Mhm. Maybe just a bit." he replies softly, using his elbow as leverage to get himself up and look at you. He continues tracing his fingertips up and down your hip and waistline, slowly making a half turn to trace over your back and up to your shoulder. You could feel his bulge growing and pressing into your ass as you turned around to look at him. Tecchou's gaze was low and lickerish, he had a certain seriousness to him, unlike his usual, more calm and disinterested looking self. He kept moving his hips, still rubbing his hard cock into you as he kept watching you as if asking for permission.

"What if Jouno hears?" you whisper out, feeling your cunt tensing and relaxing. The idea of getting possibly caught and heard shouldn't be as exciting as it is right now, but hell. He looked way too lovely right now to be denied. And you felt the desire way too much to deny yourself as well.

"Then we just have to be extremely quiet. Can you do that?" he whispers, leaning closer to you as he gently bites your earlobe and slides the tip of his tongue over it. You feel a slight noise getting caught inside of your throat before nodding. You knew it was futile, Jouno would hear regardless, but you were not thinking with your brain currently, so it didn't really matter.

"Good." he whispers in your ear, his warm breath sending slight shivers down your body as he slides his hand down, slowly and delicately pulling your panties as you lift your hips to help him. He slid them down to your knees and started slowly caressing your thigh, absolutely mesmerized with you. He was never much of a talker, but his touches and the way he was looking at you were telling enough. 

He then moves his hand up, softly squeezing your ass as he lets almost inaudible sigh out. Moving his hand slightly further, he lets his fingertips touch the area of your inner lips just to see how wet you are. You tremble as he barely touches you, his fingertips feeling like delicate, soft feathers on your needy cunt. He puts his forehead on the side of your head, positioning his head in such a way that his lips are close to your ear and once he feels the amount of precum that was leaking, you could sense a shaky breath coming out of his lips. He moves his hand away, slowly pulling his own boxers down and pumps his cocl few times before he lines it up with your entrance. You feel him rubbing his tip on your inner lips and you let a soft breath out, trying not to make any sound. He uses his index and middle finger alongside his thumb to spread your precum over his cock before he puts his tip back at your entrance.

He moves the forearm of his arm that he was using as leverage to put under your head. Pulling his head away from you, he adjusts his hips so he gets more space and better angle before he starts slowly sliding his cock between your folds. You close your eyes tightly, trying to focus on not making any sudden or loud sounds as you feel him spreading your cunt more as he goes deeper. You can't see, but Tecchou's lips are apart, his gaze burning into your skin as he focuses as well, trying not to make any sounds. As he slides half of his cock inside, you can feel a mellow whimper escape your throat, making you quickly close your mouth as he finally slides full length inside of you.

You can feel his body already trembling as he starts thrusting, very slow and very precisely, moving his hand on your hip for more support. You turn your head around to finally look at him, there's an evident concentration in his face and you could tell how much he was holding back. Slightly arching your back, you provide a better angle for both of you as he slightly speeds up his movement, now perfectly reaching and stimulating your g-spot. You can feel yourself getting already worked up as you keep looking at him. Not only was he providing you wonderful sensations, but looking at his broad shoulders and muscular chest made a knot of warmth inside of your cunt.

He looks at you for a moment as he keeps thrusting and leans in as much as possible, letting you meet him half-way as he places a soft kiss on your lips. You look at him with a half-lidded gaze as he starts moving a bit faster, pressuring your g-spot in much shorter and more intense intervals. Your lips part as you feel yourself trying to choke in a moan and he places his lips on top of yours, muffling out any sounds. Tecchou's tongue finds yours quickly, the tip of it gently sliding over yours. Your kiss grows more passionate and lustful as his hand squeezes your hip more before sliding down and slightly lifting your ass cheek just to spread your cunt more for him. As he thrusts next time, you can feel him much more inside of you, the pressure on your sensitive spot getting even more stimulating and pleasurable, making you let out a louder whimper inside his mouth. He pulls away from the kiss quickly, slightly gasping in as the pleasure gets more intense for him as well.

"Sorry." you whisper out quickly, your eyes closing on their own as you just wish to enjoy the moment. Tecchou shakes his head, reassuring you like that as he is afraid that if he speaks, he will make a noise. He was squeezing your ass cheek a little, his fingernails digging into your skin as the pleasure was slowly getting overbearing. He speeds up his movement, keeping up his tenderness, but thrusting in you in quicker intervals. You could feel your g-spot burning in the best way possible as the tip of his cock kept stimulating it. Your cunt was leaking more precum making Tecchou throw his head back a bit as the way his eyebrows knitted upwards revealed how sensitive he currently was.

You somehow lean into his chest, slightly tilting your head backwards and placing a soft kiss on one of his pecs. Your breath was shaky, you could feel the pressure of you holding back your moans and whimpers in your throat and eyes that were slightly tearing up. Tecchou started moving even faster making you gasp in as a louder moan mixes in making you cover your mouth. He lets out a dim, almost inaudible whimper as his grip on your ass softens. He moves his hand up, his fingertips tracing over your waistline before he places his hand around your jaw, keeping it in place. You turn your head around, looking away from him as he softens his grip on your jaw, sliding his hand upwards and placing it over your mouth. He slows down his movement, thrusting more slowly and messy now as a soft moan escapes his lips once he feels your pussy clenching around him from the lack of intensity. 

"Fuck." he whispers under his breath as his fingertips press into your cheek. You let out a dissatisfied sound that was muffled by his hand. He moves his hand away from your mouth, sliding it down your body, finally reaching the back of your thigh. He sneaks his fingers between your legs, lifting the leg that was on top of the other as he starts thrusting faster now, his tip relentlessly kissing your sweet spot. 

You lick two of your fingers, placing them on your clit afterwards. You start drawing small circles on it as Tecchou still holds your thigh for support, his thrusts are steady and medium paced. You let out a very soft moan, almost inaudible, but still quickly close your mouth, choking the sounds inside your throat. Tecchou's cock kept stimulating your g-spot alongside perfect pressure and pace of your fingers, making you roll your eyes in pleasure. You could feel your cunt clenching and pulsating making Tecchou's cock throb and twitch as you were leaking more precum with each thrust and circle on your clit.

You turn your head a little bit, taking a quick look at Tecchou who was slightly biting into his bottom lip, trying his best to stay silent, barely breathing. He picks up faster movement, squeezing your thigh as he was getting overwhelmed with sensations of your pussy. He was relentlessly pressing your g-spot regardless of his thrusts being softish and you picked up the pace of your fingers, matching his. You could feel a tingling and warm sensation slowly building up inside of you as your orgasm was approaching. Tecchou keeps up his movement, his cock throbbing more as your cunt keeps leaking, closer to his own orgasm. He leans in closer to you, placing his lips right above your shoulder blade and gives a quick kitten lick to that spot before biting into it. You let out a choked whimper as you keep circling on your clit, closer and closer to orgasm.

"Fuck, I think Jouno heard that." you whisper out, slightly breathless as Tecchou's cock keeps stimulating your sensitive spot.

"Who cares?" he whispers into the bitten skin before biting into the skin between your neck and shoulder, as gently as possible. You let out another soft whimper as you can feel his cock even more inside of you now as your cunt keeps clenching each time he hits your g-spot. You keep moving your fingers on your clit as Tecchou's fingers on your thigh keep giving light squeezes. Your body starts feeling warmer and warmer as you get slightly lightheaded, both of you keep up your pace as you arch your back just a little bit, to get that last bit of intensity on your g-spot.

You can feel your eyes watering as the tip of Tecchou's cock pressures your g-spot perfectly and deeper than before and as he keeps thrusting into you and your fingers perfectly satisfy all sensitive spots of your clit. Your body starts shaking and you almost subconsciously keep your breath in as your orgasm finally bursts inside of you. You keep your mouth open, but almost nothing comes out besides a very small whimper. Tecchou bites more harshly into the same spot of your skin as your hips quiver and twitch from your orgasm.

His cock begins throbbing and softening inside of your messy cunt as he lets out whimpers that were muffled by your skin. You can feel his quick, warm breath on it as your orgasm slowly starts melting away - his is approaching. Tecchou's pace gets messy as he squeezes your thigh, his fingers locking in place as he finally reaches his own orgasm; a whip of cum filling you up. You get tingles as a few drops of cum slide between your thighs and Tecchou pulls out and makes more mess out of your pretty cunt, breathing heavily. 

You don't dare to move just yet as you keep looking at him. He is slowly calming down as he comes closer to you and places a soft kiss on your nose.

"You are so lovely." he praises under his breath, placing another kiss on your cheek this time.

"And so amazing." he places a kiss on your other cheek.

"And so-"

"I will stop you right there." you cut him off with a whisper.

"I need something to...clean up." you look down and he seems to be dumb-founded. He looks down and widens his eyes for a second before turning around and looking for anything that could help and clean you up.

After a while he found some cloth to clean the mess he made and the two of you started cuddling as soon as he finished cleaning you.

"Feeling warmer now?" he was teasing which was both - usual and unusual for him.

"Mhm." you reply with a soft sound before moving more into his chest, enjoying his soft skin.

"Much warmer." you whisper out sleepily as he trails his fingertips over your cheek and places a lazy kiss on the top of your head.

"Are you sure…? Maybe we need to do it once more just to make sure." he has a little smile as he says this, making you roll your eyes at him.

"Just go to sleep already. I love you." you say in a soft tone and place a kiss in the middle of his chest as his smile gets bigger.

"I love you too." he replies and the two of you slowly drift off to sleep, feeling safe and warm.