#i fully expect one of these to be: i'm a lesbian and i kissed a girl at 15 yo

[i-mybrunettelady]

as promised: ⏳ ⏳ for liv and ⏳ for ren, mayhaps? :D @kerra-and-company

tall kids *nods*

"Me? I don't have a lot of things to tell, honestly. I'm just a humble blacksmith for the most part. It might be the residue Legions in me, but I don't see anything special worth talking about. El says otherwise, but it's hard to resist the line of thinking sometimes.

Then again, not many people desert the Legions. And keep the name they had under them. (he taps a claw against his chin.) Name... I do think we charr, Legion charr I mean, have an interesting naming customs. I've never met another Stormbreath, even though there are dozens of Storm warbands out there.

I was almost Stormheart. My magic was in the heart of the legion's name and bond and I was its heart in a way. I rejected it, though. Out of humility. They already named themselves after my air magic. They didn't need to put the bigger target on my back. (he straightens his shoulders; they crack.) It wasn't easy, being an elementalist in the Legions. An elementalist who's half-Flame. How my dam, a full on ex-Flame, does it is something I wonder about, but I'm not Iron anymore and she doesn't talk to me.

So I chose Stormbreath. El says it has power. He says it's amazing that I can stop someone's airflow by will. I don't think it's that amazing, while not... usual by any means. It could kill a man. I don't trust my own storms. A Stormbreath who doesn't trust his own storms.

I kept it as a way of shaming myself for leaving at first. Now, it's a reminder of what I must never do to another being unless really fucking pressed. It feels nice, though. Knowing that you can."

"Again? Don't you people have enough on me? I'm also really not a good storyteller.

But non-classified information is okay to be shared, I suppose. Nosy... I'm absolutely aware how this comes across as. I'm hypocritical, not stupid. (she taps a nail against the nearest surface.) I suppose I'm not used to people knowing things about me. Haven't been undercover for years now.

One must adapt and one must overcome.

I have an atrociously foreign accent when speaking Elonian. My girlfriend tried her best to remedy that, but it's of no use. I will forever sound like I'm from elsewhere. And I am. From Triskell Quay, Kingdom of Kryta. Akila finds it endlessly amusing, of course.

Don't tell her, but her Krytan's adorably accented as well.

[yaut-jaknowit]

So somehow Gawtin or her human lover get ahold of a strap on :3

False Control

Pairing: Gawtin (female Yautja) x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Strap on, wlw, lesbian sex, cunnilingus.

Word Count: 3926

Summary: Gawtin comes to you with a silicone dildo. She wants you to use it on her. The first time you are able to fuck her the way she deserve. Despite her allowing you to top her, she's always in control.

Author Note: I know I say this every time but I love our girl Gawtin. Sexy motherfucker who could twist off my head and I'll thank her. Also, I didn't know who was suppose to use it so I took the chance to write about our goddess getting dicked down.

P.s. I'm sorry but I'm gonna have to close asks. I didn't expect nearly thirty to be sitting in my inbox right now. Plus, I'm falling behind in my writing right now. Work has been rough with summer coming and people fucking calling out. So fun.

Masterlist

Ao3

In your hand, the silicone was heavy and thick. A concerned look passed over your features when you glanced up at Gawtin. “This is the average size for a male?” you exclaimed, eyes darting between the fake phallus and those gorgeous purple eyes of hers. Gawtin had given you this after visiting the market today. The two of you have been talk about getting an item like that.

One of her upper mandibles lifted with a smirk. “Yes.” She bent at the waist to pinch your chin between her thick digits. “And that does not even include the knot.” Your eyes widened. You had forgotten that small detail. Males had a knot… part of their breeding and such.

Your bottom lip was caught between dull teeth, eyes raking down her form you knew so well but loved just the same. “I wish I could knot you,” you uttered softly into the air, dazed by checking your green Yautja out.

The grasp on your chin tightened and tugged you towards her. Her warm breath fanning over your face. “Is that so?” All you could do was just nod with your eyes softening. Her long, skinny tongue darted out and teased your lips for a second. “You will not be able to but you have a chance for something else,” she purred with a hint to why she bought that.

It’s the classic Qui-oki visiting his aunty again for the night. Bziut-ty knows the drill by now. Every time you left her dwelling after dropping Oki off, a heavy blush burned your cheeks. Yet, the sister to Gawtin was nonchalant about it. She happily took Qui-oki for the night with no complaints.

You attempted to wrap your fingers around the base of the shaft but came up short. “Are you sure this isn’t going to hurt you?” you couldn’t help but question. This thing would tear you into two without any preparation. For her, it seems like she could take it with little foreplay into the mix. No matter what, you would still do at least some foreplay. If not for her sake, for yours to make you feel more at ease before shoving this massive thing inside of her.

Gawtin chuckled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I am more than sure, artful one. I want you to watch as it splits me open and I take it fully in. I cannot wait to see that look of surprise on your face.” She grinned and released her hold on your chin with a last kiss.

“Well… if you’re sure,” you trailed off and glanced down the hardwood floors of the house. Gawtin patted your head.

“Do you want to test it now?” Your head snapped to look up at her towering form.

“Like, right now?” It was stupid to question her like that but you couldn’t believe she was wanting to do that now. She just bought it. Well, that’s true. She did just buy it. Who doesn’t want to try a new toy the day you received it.

The forest green Yautja snorted and stepped further into your personal space. A space always welcomed for her. One of her hands splayed across a large portion of your back and pushed you to her. “Yes, this very second.”

Both of you were into your shared bedroom in less than a second. A giddy smile gracing your feature to hide your nerves. Despite her attempt to cool your anxiety, but the fact this thing was massive in your hands… you thought it was going to hurt her. Though, she does a little pain, biting and scratching are always welcomed.

The yellow toy was set on the bed. You stood before her, still fully clothed. Something Gawtin was going to fix. She hooked a claw on the strap of your tank top and pulled on it. Though, she could easily tear it off of you and replace it just the same, she gave you the option to remove it yourself. You raised a brow, eye flickering down to her own clothing.

“Honey, I think it’s you that needs to strip,” you pointed out, nearly demanding your mate to strip before you. Every time, you loved the sight of her muscles and even slightly pronounced breasts from breastfeeding Qui-oki.

Gawtin had to teach you a lesson. The massive female grabbed a handful of the clothe and ripped it straight off of your torso. You didn’t expect less from her and gave the green Yautja a deadpanned look. She ignored it by lowering herself onto her knees and cupping one of your freed breasts now. “I prefer to see you bare and at my will,” she purred and bowed her head to lick at your pebbled nipple. A low groan sounds from the back of your throat.

Your jaw drops at the feeling. “Gawtin, please. Be nice and strip for your mate,” you pleaded with the stubborn female. You saw the fire in her eyes flicker to life. Her tongue trailed up, followed by her lower mandibles up to the vulnerable column of your throat. They carved a path till your jawline before slipping off. You shuttered, body covered in goosebumps.

“Hearing you beg is Paya’s grounds,” she whispered against your ear, tongue ghosting over the shell of you ear. “Be good and ask properly.”

Now, you were beginning to pant, even with the light, little touches she gave to you. With your brows furrowed and lip pushed out, you up at her. “Gawtin, I want to see your body. I’ll be good. I promise. I want to fuck you. You’re so pretty. I want to see you take this dildo. Will you let me?” you rambled and your beautiful mate a look you knew she couldn’t resist.

“That is a good little ooman,” she praised and tapped your cheekbone with a claw. “All you need to do is ask sweetly, just like that.” Gawtin stood back up and stripped her body of any clothing.

Dumbly, all you could do was stand watch each piece of clothing fall away. It was like the first day you saw her naked. Adoration sparkled in your eyes even after the last article was placed to the side. “God, you’re my pretty woman,” you muttered and reached out to squeeze her hips. Your head only reaching her midriff, shoulders level with her hips.

She snorts and motions her head over to the bed. “Get the harness on, artful one. I’ll help adjust,” she ordered with a soft tone but you knew to listen to her. You padded over to the end fo the bed and found the item she told you about.

A black, simple harness that’s been modified for someone of your smaller stature and to fit the tank of a dildo she wants. It was simple enough to pull it up and secure it to your hips. Gawtin’s warm hands helped to tighten the harness so it wouldn’t fall off nor was it too tight. The toy itself was secured as well to the designated spot.

Your hand wraps what you can around the base and gave the firm silicon a few strokes. Your lover lies down on the bed and spreads her legs. You follow after her and kneel between her legs, eyes softly gazing at her. “Can I warm you up, my pretty warrior?” you asked with a hopeful gaze.

The Yautja raised a brow at you, letting the tension build up between you two. Then, her massive head dipped down in permission. You silently cheered and bent down, face to her exposed cunt. Though this wasn’t your first time, you still took in the sight.

Alien, but in a good way. Three clits, though longer than usual. You’ve learned they can grow up to two inches long when aroused. The folds themselves are ribbed and even inside are too. Definitely alien. And you loved it.

Softly, you wrapped your lips around the top clit, the biggest of the three. One of your thumbs runs a path along what would be considered the labia. The pad ghosting over the nubs that lined her entrance. Gawtin’s thighs tensed but refused to clamp down on your head, taking your fragile self into consideration. You lightly suckled on the sensitive nub you pulled into your mouth and ran your tongue over the flushed skin.

Her breath hitched while watching you, resting on her elbows. “Keep going, little one. Do not stop,” she commanded, voice in between soft and firm. Gawtin rolled her hips slightly against your face, your thumbpad teasing her nubs harder. You took it as a sign to press against the little sensitive bumps harder. She responded the way you expected her. A short growl escaped her throat. “That’s it.”

From the top clit, you moved to the one on the bottom left. That drew a soft sound from your mate. Her thighs flexed at your sides, barely moving any closer to you. You dipped a thumb just past her entrance to dampen the fingertip. The moist digit glides across the bumps easier, gaining a pace you she enjoyed.

The clit was released once it was flush with blood. For the first time, you tongued at her entrance and tasted her again. Your muscle scooping up what was possible and drinking in her taste. Such deliciousness that couldn’t be contested. You hummed, eyes hooding over, and returned to finishing the last clit. Her sweetness makes it hard to focus on one thing at a time. You just wanted to dive back in and consume the taste she created.

As you sucked, you slipped two fingers, just the size of one her own, into her. Her strong muscles rippled around your digit, trying to suck it in more. You stopped at the knuckle and kept your hand vertical. With those two fingers, you find a well defined ribbed area and push.

Gawtin growled lowly in her throat, muscles throbbing around your fingers. God, you loved that sound and the feeling. You continued to rub a small circle around the area and returned to loving on the first bud. It slightly twitched in your mouth, at it’s full length at this point.

“You know me so well, little one. Know all my spots. Such a good little artist,” she cooed, head rolling back and neck fully exposed. You hummed around her clit and sent vibrations up the length of her spine. Her thighs pressed against the sides of your head before pulling back. “Paya, you are playing a dangerous game, teasing me like that.” You smirked silently to your self and started to pump your fingers. Another finger added to the ring.

It barely did anything to stretch her out. Your hand being too small for the job. That didn’t bother more than did it worry you instead. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt her in a bad way. You added your last finger inside of her and kept pumping away.

Her arousal began to leak down the swell of her cheeks as you drew it out from her. You abandoned her throbbing buds to dip down and lick up what spilled. Your hand was withdrew from her and was replaced with your mouth. The taste of her returning to your tastebuds. A hum sounding from your pleased state.

In such a state, you didn’t even realize your hips were rutting against the mattress until you felt her hand on your hip. They stilled under her touch; breath caught in your throat. Your own slick was starting to drip down the inside of your thighs. The scent mingling with hers.

The hand slips more from your hip and towards your entrance. You mewled with her fingertips ghosted over your dripping folds and swiped up some of your arousal up. Gawtin brough it up to her mouth and licked off the sticky substance staining them. You shuttered and doubled down on her, tongue scooping what you could at the source.

Your mouth returns to her sensitive clits, hand diving back to rub at the spot deep inside of her. Gawtin’s walls started to pulse around your hand. Her noises gaining pitch, hips thrust harsher against your face. You severely focused on her, letting every other thought fall away besides just hurt.

With your other hand, you wrapped it around one of her thighs and pulled yourself snug with her. When her muscles clamped down on your fingers, you felt the bones creak under the strain but refused to pull back. You continued to suckle and lick at her buds, drawing out her orgasm the best you could. Your name was thrown in the mix with a magnificent whine you rarely got to hear.

Gawtin’s chest heaved with breaths as she gathered herself. You drew yourself onto your knees and placed the heavy cock on her mound. Deep down, you were excited to see this thing spilt her open, better than your fingers ever could.

When the dazed look started to fade from her eyes, you rubbed your hand over her stomach then dragged your nails down. They might be dull but she arched her back to press against them harder.

“There’s my wonderful mate. How was that?” you teased your very dominate mate. She growled that ended into a purr and exposed her throat to you. “Are you okay to continue? We-“

One of her hands lashed out and grabbed your throat. A soft yet firm grasp to keep you from pulling away. Gawtin pushed up to rest on her hand instead of her elbow to lean closer to your face. “If you do not put that thing into me now…” she trailed off, leaving open the threat. You couldn’t help but snort, knowing where she was coming from. All the times she’s teased you before coming to mind.

“If you let go of my neck, I can see what I’m doing.” There was just a hint of a snark in your words. One that Gawtin let slip past for the moment. She let go at your words. A smile was giving to her. You gazed down and lined up the pointed head of the yellow dildo at her entrance.

The fire in her eyes could rival the sun’s heat itself. Her desire heavy and thick in the air. You timidly pushed the head past her folds, watching as she consumed it. Gawtin’s cunt starting to stretch to accommodate the toy. Fuck, this was a sight you never knew you needed to see.

Each inch pushed deeper into her, you met no resistance, even when you hilted inside of her. A tiny part of you wished to feel what it would be like to have her wrapped around a real cock. “You look so beautiful stretched around my cock, Gawtin. You don’t understand what this does to me,” you admitted, raptured by the sight before you. You never thought this day would ever come.

She was back on her elbows and kept that sense of dominate aura around her. A soft look passed over her features. “Oh, I do know what you mean, little one. Every time I use my fin-ah,” she gasped when you pulled out and thrusted fully back in. “You sneaky little brat.” Her voice hardened. You smirked.

“You were saying?” With this tiny lick of dominance, you were acting like you had the whole universe in the palm of your hand. Her hand flicked out and wrapped around your throat all over again. Your thrusting stopped, eyes widening at the show of dominance over you. Again, she’s in charge.

Gawtin pulls you closer to her face. “When I stretch you with my fingers alone, you are a squirming, pleading mess underneath me,” she finished what she was originally going to say. You shuttered, your empty pussy clenching around nothing. “So, you better fuck me good, little one.” Her wish is your command. You rapidly nodded your head to get her to release your throat.

Thankfully, she did. Your hands grasp at her hips and pull back your own. A mix of her arousal and your saliva coating the toy. You shoved the entire length back into her, watching as it disappeared. You groaned lowly in the back of your throat and started up a pace. One of your thumbs moved to run tight circles around her top clit, still wet from your mouth earlier. Her walls tightened around the dildo.

“Paya’s grace, you know what you are doing,” she moaned and watched as you fucked her, eyes glued to the yellow toy moving in and out of her. “Tilt… tilt your hips down, little one.” Every little sound and word she made you soaked in. Instantly, you listened to her and angled your hips down to drive the head towards the ground.

Her abs flexed when you hit something your fingers could never reach. “That is it. Right-right there.” In the heat of moment, you accidentally sped up your thrusts, the praise making you lightheaded. “Slow. Slow down.” You whined an apology and returned to your former speed.

An array of sounds echoed back at you in the privacy of her room. The slapping of skin on skin; her keens; your pants. You bite your bottom lip to keep some of your control in check. Your finger continuously rubbing at her sensitive nerve endings.

Sweat pooled on your forehead. Though you felt your energy depleting, you were driven by determination to get her come. You wanted to leave a good impression on her so she’ll let you do this more often. You bowed down, keeps still angled down to rub against the sweet spot inside of her. “Shit, Gawtin. You don’t understand… how much I love you,” you rambled and gave her the sweetest eyes you could pull.

In her orbs, you saw something shift. But you had no time to prepare for when the scenery changed. You gasped after finding yourself on your back and staring up at Gawtin. The giant straddled your hips easily and positioned herself over the toy. Her body slammed down and engulfed the dildo back inside of her. She moaned, head bowed and began to ride the strap on still attached to your hips. Gawtin easily trapped both of your hands in hers and pinned them to bed. Her entire frame leaned over you as she took her pleasure from you.

“Gawtin?!” you shrieked afterwards, unable to move but not in any pain. She was taking what she wants from you. She dismissed your squeak, not stopping.

Gawtin leaned down and practically shoved her tongue past your lips. Her muscle dominated yours without much of effort. You were too stunned to fight back. You moaned though, back arched off of the bed. Her free hand found its back to your exposed chest and tweaked a nipple. Gawtin pulled back and stared deeply into your eyes.

“Ah, shit!” you squeaked and keened under her touch. “This is supposed t-to be about you!” With her riding you, it still was mainly focused on her pleasure, but you wanted to be strictly zeroed in on her.

All she did was growl, the fire in her eyes bright. Your bottom lip caught between dull teeth as you attempted to reel in your noises. You didn’t dare drown out what little sounds she made. Gawtin pulled harshly on your perked nipple with a huff. A knowing look passed over her features. You kept any other words to yourself if it wasn’t praise.

Fangs dug into the skin of your throat, on the verge of spilling blood. You pulled on your hands but the Yautja refused to let go.

The teeth moved to your shoulder, holding on tight. “Good girl, Gawtin,” you cooed and tried to thrust up to meet her hips. Yet, each time she slammed down practically bounced your body back up into hers. “You gonna come? Come all over my cock inside of you?”

A pitiful whine pierced the air. Her hips slammed once more with yours before stilling. All of her muscles flexed and twitched. Pain radiating from your shoulder, her teeth lodged into your skin. Another mark to add to the pile. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

Hands cupped your chin. Gawtin released her hold on you and looked at you. A smile broke across your face. “How was that, pretty girl?” you asked the goddess in a soft tone. Her face relaxed after making sure you were okay. Gawtin began to purr and rested her forehead to yours. “I think you liked that more than me.” At least you hoped so.

One of her hands left your face to touch at the bite mark on your shoulder. You couldn’t help but hiss at the pain. It wasn’t bad but definitely noticeable. “I would apologize but it will scar nicely,” she stated.

You couldn’t help the snort that left you. “I think everyone in the village knows I belong to you. Possibly the planet,” you teased her. Marking you is a favorite thing of hers. Anything to get you marked and smelling like her was her favorite. None of the males ever come up to you, especially when Gawtin is around. Expect those two times… those two males really learned a hard lesson.

Gawtin huffed before leaning up to stand on her knees. The dildo slips out of her and flops onto your stomach, covered in her essence. Before you had a chance to even think about cleaning anything, you were lifted up and off the bed. You yelped and scrambled to latch onto Gawtin. “What did I say about warning me?” She didn’t response and began to walk towards the bathroom. “Hey, I’m supposed to be one taking care of you.”

“It is my duty to care for you, little mate,” she stated. You groaned and leaned back in her hold, trusting her to keep you safe. “Complain all you want but I love caring for you.” You softened at her words and looked at her beautiful eyes.

“You’re such a big softy,” you jestered then leaned up, arms hooked around her neck to hoist you up. “You’re my big softy.” Then, you kissed her top two mandibles each. Blood still stained her inner fangs.

A purr started in her chest. The Yautja starts to run a bath for both of your sake and sets you down. You were able to strip yourself of the toy and tossed it into the sink for cleaning later.  “You never answered my question,” you brought up after the tub was filled with hot water.

She perked a brow at you. “I rode you like… like a horse into the sunset,” she responded with a smirk on her alien face. You pressed your lips together and looked away. “And you figure out your speed quickly. It was perfect. You are perfect, my little ooman.” Heat rose to your cheeks as you looked away from her shyly.

Warm water engulfed you. Gawtin sat you in her lap and wrapped her arms around. “You’ll let me go that, right?” you pleaded with a pouty look on your features. “Since I did so good.”

One of her hands stroked down your back, sending tingles along your skin. “Yes, you did earn the chance to do it in the future.”

Dominate as she is, she’ll let you have your moments of false control. You were swift to eat up each second she allotted to you.

[eddiezpaghetti]

Okay, so my experience with Stranger Things is a weird one.

I didn't care when it first came out, started to watch it out of "might as well" in 2020, wasn't interested in it enough to make it past S2, forgot about it outside of going "oh, hey, cool, there's a lesbian in it now, I guess," in S3, got really annoyed when "Running Up That Hill" got popular from it because it was a song I listened to on fucking loop after one of my best friends died in high school and I fully expected its appearance in the show to ignore the whole survivor's guilt theme of the song (and was very happy to learn later that it did the exact opposite of ignoring the lyrics), saw people drawing Eddie, suddenly got a lot more interested, watched just the fourth season like a fucking psychopath because I was seriously only there for Eddie, then got interested enough to start the show over properly, having mostly forgotten what I did watch of the show before.

And let me tell you something from the perspective of someone who started with the complete fourth season, who wasn't there from the start, who wasn't tainted by ship goggles or this internal battle of hope and despair, who wasn't theorizing about what the painting could be or expecting Mike and Will to kiss when Volume 2 happened or rooting for Mike and Eleven's relationship to go down in flames or whatever the fuck. Just someone who went blind into Season 4.

It's really fucking obvious that Will and Mike are gonna be endgame.

Like holy fuck. It's so fucking blatant I don't even know why people are nervous.

No sane fucking person would shoot this scene this way if they wanted the audience to care about El and Mike as a couple. Despite being all blurry in the background, Will's reaction to what's happening here is smackdab in the fucking middle, clearly showing that the important part is what's going through his head here. What he's feeling. It's like the opposite of that scene from Kingdom Hearts II where Sora and Riku reunite and Kairi just fucking vanishes into the aether while it's happening because, despite the fact that she was standing between them when the scene began, she doesn't matter to the scene, so she's just kind of gone when the camera angle changes. Will could have been behind one of their heads, or so far in the distance he blends in with the background, but he's not. He's so obvious that despite being massively blurred out, he's still the first goddamn thing you look at. What, you think that's an accident? You think he's in the middle of this dramatic fucking scene because of a mistake? He basically has a big flashing neon arrow pointing at him with "THIS IS THE POINT" being screamed through a megaphone.

And then this?

They're paired up like they're taking fucking prom pictures. Each one of these pairs is so fucking close to one another and so fucking far from everyone else. It's not, "Oh, they're standing vaguely near each other in a group shot," it's fucking Noah's Ark out here. Again, there's no way to take this as an accident. It's not just a framing issue. If they wanted to make the shot look balanced while still not hiding anyone else behind El, they would have scattered people around much more naturally. Even if they wanted to keep Nancy with Jonathan and Hopper with Joyce, there's so much room on that hill for three people to stand on El's left and three on her right. But they didn't do that. They put Mike and Will together on purpose in the most obvious way possible.

Like I get that coming up with crackpot theories is fun in and of itself and I'm not blaming anyone for having fun. I totally get the appeal of arguing a point and reaching for every stupid little thing to pull into it because it's like a game, okay? I've done that. But if you're trying to actually convince someone (whether it's someone who wants to believe or someone who's pissed at the very idea that Mike and Will could be in love), stay away from blue and yellow lights, stay away from costume design, stay away from the existence of closets in backgrounds. And don't worry about whether Mike's gay or bi when he's in love with Will either way. I'll give you a little tip about persuasion: You're only as strong as your weakest argument. Even if you've got strong stuff in there, too, the person you're trying to convince is going to dismiss anything you say as complete insanity the second you start going on an entire tangent about the shape of a character's fucking pocket.

Sometimes, clothes are just clothes. Sometimes, there's a closet in the background because it helps establish that a character is in a bedroom. Sometimes, blue and yellow are just a couple of colors that look nice together. And sure, it might be set designers and costume designers and cinematographers smirking and winking at the audience from behind the camera. But if the show was just those things, instead of those things in the context of everything else, they wouldn't be saying anything of note.

But this?

This tells a story all on its own. Someone with no context can look at this and automatically assume that each paired person is standing with someone they care about deeply, seeking comfort as they watch some sort of disaster unfold. And yeah, romantic couples usually come in twos, and we live in an amatonormative society, so that's going to be the first association anyone makes seeing a bunch of people paired off.

It's the same reason you look at this

And go, "Oh..."

"Those two are probably a couple."

And I genuinely don't understand how people could have watched S4 Vol. 2 and gotten scared. Because as someone who went in with no investment whatsoever, I just looked at these two--

--and went, "Oh, those two are a couple. Good for them." And I moved on. Shut up about the trees for five seconds and just see the forest for what it is.

Oh, and if you're still nervous? Little thing from a storyteller here: You don't leave a hanging thread like "Will confessed his romantic feelings for Mike by projecting them onto El, but Mike either didn't understand or at least didn't say he understood," without coming back to that later. That's Chekov's gun hanging on the wall, babes. It's gonna fire at some point. If Mike was going to reject Will's feelings, if they weren't relevant, they would have had that discussion in Argyle's van. There'd be no reason to leave you in suspense.

[inlovewithgreta]

To the anon who requested Theo, I apologize for my dumbass accidentally deleting the request post, but here is the fic you asked for!! Thank you for requesting this very underrated lesbian. And again I am SO sorry, I hope you find this!!! ♡︎

And yes, this is a nod to Charli’s newest song.

Guess - Theodora Crain x Fem!Reader

Summary: You finally decide to make a move on the mysterious stranger you’ve seen at the bar on multiple occasions now.

Warnings: Praise, fingering, oral sex (if you squint), not proofread in the slightest...

Word Count: 2.1k

Taglist: @celasteria @shslbunnylover @bellatrixsbrat

© Do not copy, repost, or modify any of my works.

It was this moment. The moment right here that you knew you had made the right decision. It had been weeks in the making. All the glances, subtle touches, and the back and forth of buying each other drinks all let up to this moment.

You had met this mysterious woman at your usual bar. She wore her usual outfits. Hair beautifully curled, small tops barely covering her chest, dark gloves covering her hands, and a pair of jeans that pulled the look together perfectly.

The two of you were barely out of the car before hands connected to each other's bodies, and limbs were tangled together. And after what felt like eternity, the key finally turned and the door swung open.

You grab the woman by the collar and pull her into a deep, passionate kiss. Her lips were glossy yet soft, exactly how you had imagined they'd be.

She kicked the door closed as the two of you hastily walked in, mouths working in unison and breathing heavy. You were stumbling as she backed you up against the door.

Lips left yours to trail down your neck, sucking on the soft flesh below your earlobe, and feeling your racing pulse point under her lips.

"I never got your name, yet here I am inside your house," you whispered, leaning your head to give the brunette more access as your own hands sat at the curve of her hips.

Your fingers clutched at her waist when she spoke in a deep, husky, seductive voice. "You can call me Theo..." Her kisses were hot and everywhere, leaving marks all across your neck.

You guide her to a nearby table. "Theo... Such a pretty name," you admitted. She hummed at your response, pulling your plump bottom lip between her teeth.

"I like it when you say my name. I wonder what it sounds like when you're screaming it," she said, biting your lip in the process.

"Only one way to find out," you teased. Your fingers ran through her soft brown hair, twisting the strands between your fingers as you smirked.

Theo let out a groan, before letting her kisses wander. They went lower as the seconds went by, stopping just at the upper swell of your breasts. You were both happy with your choice of outfit, as your very short dress didn't leave much room for imagination.

"Good thing I'm a woman who knows what she wants," she says, before darting her tongue out to lick a strip across your cleavage.

"And what's that?" You tilted your head to the side out of curiosity.

Her eyes flick up and lock with yours, fully blown and sparkling with something completely expected. "You," she smiled, letting her lips hover just mere inches from your own.

"Then take me, Theo," you whispered against her lips.

"No need to tell me twice," she said with a sadistic smirk. "Now let's see what you've got going on down here." The brunette was quick to kneel before you.

She bites your exposed, pillowy thigh. "Now are we wearing pretty in pink or all see-through?" She asks out of curiosity, eyes glimmering with mischief.

Her cloth covered fingers hike your dress up, and you can't help but take note of the way her eyes light up at the sight of your underwear. She couldn't have been farther off, but her smirk only grew at what she found underneath.

"I didn't peg you as a black pantie kind of person. Let alone having little pink bows," she chuckled, pointer finger toying with one of the bows.

"Looks like you just need to get to know me better," you wiggled your brows.

Theo was smirking so hard, her cheeks were starting to hurt. She hadn't found herself having this much fun in quite a long time. Her teeth bite at your waistband, and slide the lacy panties down your smooth legs.

You feel her tongue dart out and nimbly flick between your legs, and you let out a sharp gasp at the intrusion. But the sensation didn't last long, when Theo swiftly grabbed your hips to turn you around so you were facing away from her.

You laid your hands flat against the table, holding yourself together as Theo spread your legs wider for herself.

The brunette let out a small hum after lifting your dress up and over your ass. Her eyes quickly darted to your lower back tattoo, and she had to physically hold back a groan.

"Now what do we have here?" She couldn't have been more turned on by the discovery as she traced the ink with her gloved finger.

"Do you like it?" You asked.

"Love it, baby.." She admitted, before placing a light peck to your ass. Her hands roamed your tattoo, before firmly grabbing each cheek in her hands.

She placed urgent kisses to your cheek before moving even lower to place a feverish kiss to your dripping cunt. Each peck grew more desperate than the last as she placed a featherlight kiss on your clit.

You gripped the edge of the table as heat bloomed, and filled your entire body up to the point where you felt like you would explode.

Just as you started letting out the smallest of noises from her mouth between your legs, the brunette swiftly pulled away. A whine fell past your lips as you turned to face the brunette, who was now stripping herself out of her clothes with a crooked smile.

"Why'd you stop?" You pouted, watching as she started stripping in front of you.

She turned her back to you, and started walking towards an open door, before shouting. "You coming or what? Figured we'd take you somewhere more comfortable before I fuck your brains out."

She had hardly taken two steps before you had eagerly closed the distance between you two and followed her into her bedroom.

Your hands were on her once more, as you both kissed each other with hunger and lust. You both clutched at every inch of fabric, ensuring you were both naked before you had pulled away.

You admired her body, taking her in fully, and you notice her gloves are still on, but decide not to comment. Her own eyes scan you over, darkening with desire as she drinks you in.

Theo pulls you in, before pushing your back against the bed so she could straddle your naked body. Her breasts pressed flush against yours as her lips met yours in a lustrous kiss.

"Now back to where we were..." she mumbled, before sliding her hand down your bare naked body.

Her touch was soft with her glove, and it sent a shiver up your spine as it fell past your navel to lead farther down to the spot she was looking for.

You were looking at the brunette with blown eyes and rosey cheeks, and she swore she felt her heart stop beating in her chest. You were angelic, beautiful, perfect in her eyes.

She knew at that moment that she picked the right person. You gazed at her with a look she had not once seen from another person.

In intimate moments, she would get strange looks for keeping her gloves on, knowing that once she took them off, she would have to deal with another person's feelings. But you were different. There were no uncertain or uncomfortable looks, no unspoken words of you finding her weird.

Just.... love. It was strange but welcome for her, and it was then that she decided to pull away. But this time, for good reason.

Your laid there breathless, holding yourself up on your elbows as you watched her think momentarily before grabbing at her gloves. She was slow to drag them down her arms.

You were silent, allowing her to take her time. It was clear she was thinking hard, visibly fighting off some kind of demon. You were patient with her, and Theo was grateful.

Unbeknownst to you, this act was huge.

You bit your lower lip, watching as manicured hands were revealed, and Theo letting out a determined breath as she gently laid the silk gloves down to the right of you.

She glanced at her hands momentarily before turning her palms towards you, and returning her gaze to your loving eyes.

"May I?" She cleared her throat.

You nodded your head, not fully understanding what approval she was asking for, but happy that she had asked for consent to begin with.

Her hands lowered to your face, gently cupping your cheeks and holding them tenderly as her eyes visibly lit up. Emotion after emotion ran through her brain, but each one was good, forcing a smile to spread across her face.

You felt warm, loving, and accepting. Yet the actions leading up to this moment were still very prominent as well, and she could feel the hunger and desire radiating off of you.

It was as if a switch flicked in her brain, allowing her to be fully comfortable as she pulled you into the most intoxicating kiss of the night. Theo let out the smallest of noises as your arms wrapped around her neck.

She eagerly let her hands wander. Starting at your neck, then over your shoulders, down your chest, and continuing the path lower until she had reached your center.

Nimble fingers dragged your arousal from your hole and up to your clit, before circling the sensitive bud in a swift motion.

"You like this, don't you?" She asked. And with the way she could feel just how horny, needy, and sensitive you were, she had already known your answer. But she wanted to hear it for herself.

"Yess..." She strokes you over and over again, each second passing and her pace growing faster and faster. Waves of pleasure course through your entire body with each delicate and skillful movement.

As your bodies tangled together, you slink your hand between her legs with a wry smile. You wanted to touch her, feel her, make her feel just as good as you were feeling.

Your touch was electric, sending a shiver up her spine and eliciting the smallest of gasps from Theo as her lips parted.

You desperately clung to her, begging her closer with your shaky voice, and hungry kisses. Fingers eagerly slipped inside her wet entrance.

"Theo, don't hold back on me tonight..." You whimpered against her soft lips.

"Wasn't planning to, baby." Her fingers left your button to shove themselves in your cunt. With a newfound frenzy, her pace was rough and demanding.

You were moaning out her name like a prayer as you were fast and rough to match her own pace, wanting her to feel just as you were. "Please, Theo! More!"

As Theo followed your plea, she inserted a third finger into your pussy, making you scream into her mouth as her tongue swirled against your own.

Your free hand raked her back, nails gently scratching at the delicately smooth skin to pull her impossibly closer to you. Theo wasn't as loud as you were, but every gasp and mumble of your name falling past her lips was enough to drive you crazy.

The pressure inside you was begging to be released. Clawing to escape. You ached, longed, and needed to melt with her.

Theo could sense you were close, and allowed your tongue to dance with hers. "Show me what you've got," she mumbled into your mouth between heavy kisses.

As if on command, your rhythm matched her own, and Theo couldn't hold back her moans anymore. Your pussies were so wet, the room filled with squelching and pornographic moans as you were reaching your peak.

"Fuck!" Your moans were loud as pleasure mounts inside you at an alarming rate.

"Come with me!" She demanded, adding her palm to the mix to press roughly against your clit with each thrust of her hand.

You couldn't help but give into her. Giving her all of you. All at once, you felt as if your chest was going to explode. Stars bursted in your eyes, yet the electricity inside you grew impossibly stronger.

All Theo could see, feel, and think was you as you came underneath her. Moans turned to screams as you rode out your high, and Theo fell in line right behind you.

You cried out her name as she came right after, feeling her pussy clench around your digits and her warm, wet come dripping down the palm of your hand.

"My god..." Your legs were a shaking mess as you whimpered against her lips. She had helped you ride out your high for as long as you could handle it. "I-I can't.. Theo it's too much.." you whined, having to pull her hand away from your cunt.

You were both breathing heavy, Theo resting her sweaty forehead against your own as both of you attempted to catch your breaths. The brunette couldn't help but let out an exasperated giggle.

"What's so funny?" You asked with a faux pout, tucking stray brown curls behind her ear.

"I told you I'd have you screaming my name by the end of the night," she teased.

"Who said anything about the night ending so soon?" You quipped back.

You couldn't help the following moans that fell past your lips as Theo was quick to kiss down your naked body to settle herself eagerly between your legs.

"You might want to hold onto something, baby."

Her breath was hot against your pussy, and her tongue darted out to lick a strip up your dripping cunt.

"You're going to need it."

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[moonselune]

Hello again! I am the person who asked about isobel and dame aylin, I dont mind if you do the request separately or poly. Moon girlies rise up!

poly, immediately poly, definitely no self insertion here, this definitely did not cause a minor crisis in what I want in life

Moon Lesbians x reader | All ours

You found yourself spending more and more time with Isobel and Dame Aylin. It began with shared meals and quiet conversations under the stars, moments filled with laughter and the warmth of genuine companionship. You never expected these interactions to turn into something more, something deeper. But as the days turned into weeks, the connection between the three of you grew undeniable.

One evening, you were sitting by the campfire, the flames casting a golden glow over Isobel's serene face and Dame Aylin's fierce yet tender gaze. You were recounting a particularly humorous tale from your adventures, and they both leaned in, their interest evident. As you finished your story, Aylin reached out, her hand brushing yours.

"You have a way with words," she said, her voice low and filled with admiration.Isobel, sitting on your other side, smiled softly.

"And a way with hearts, it seems," she added, her eyes sparkling.

You felt a rush of warmth at their compliments, but there was something more in their eyes, something that made your heart beat a little faster. Before you could fully process it, Isobel leaned closer, her lips brushing your ear as she whispered, "We've been talking, Aylin and I. And we both feel… something special with you."

Aylin's hand tightened around yours, and she nodded. "We want to explore this connection, if you're open to it. Together."

Your mind raced, but your heart already knew the answer. You nodded, unable to keep the smile from your face. "I would love that."

From that moment, the three of you were inseparable. Isobel's gentle touch and Aylin's protective embrace became your new normal. Nights were filled with tender kisses and whispered stories, mornings with shared smiles and intertwined hands. It was a relationship built on mutual respect and deep affection, a perfect blend of warmth and passion.

However, one day while you were in a nearby town gathering supplies, a stranger approached you, his eyes lingering a little too long, his words dripping with flirtation. You tried to brush it off, but you could feel Isobel and Aylin's eyes on you, their jealousy palpable.

Back at camp, the tension was thick. As soon as you were within the safety of your tent, they closed in on you, their expressions a mix of possessiveness and affection. Aylin was the first to speak, her voice a low growl. "Who does he think he is, trying to flirt with you?"

Isobel stepped closer, her hands gently cupping your face. "You belong to us," she said softly, but there was an undeniable edge to her words.

You couldn't help but smile at their jealousy. "I'm yours," you reassured them. "Only yours."

Their tension melted away, replaced by an overwhelming need to show you just how much you meant to them. Aylin's lips found yours in a possessive kiss, her hands roaming over your body, while Isobel's touch was softer, but no less insistent.

They took turns lavishing you with affection, their touches and kisses a silent promise that you were loved and cherished. Aylin's strong arms wrapped around you, her lips trailing down your neck as she whispered, "No one else can have you."

Isobel's hands were gentle, her fingers tracing patterns on your skin as she kissed you deeply.

"We'll always protect you," she murmured. "Always."

The night was filled with their love, their possessiveness a reminder of just how deeply they cared for you. You felt safe, cherished, and completely adored. As the dawn broke, you lay between them, your heart full. Isobel's head rested on your chest, her breaths even and peaceful, while Aylin's arm was draped protectively over you both.

In that moment, you knew that this was where you belonged. With Isobel and Dame Aylin, you had found a love that was fierce and tender, protective and all-consuming. And as long as you were together, nothing could ever come between you.

I LOVE THESE LESBIANS GODDAMN GIVE ME 20 OF THEM - Seluney xox

[ruthari-preacher]

I don't know what I was expecting but all of that season was not it.

I was fully expecting that to be the last season, but I was wrong, and I'm happy I was wrong.

First of all, Aaravos's backstory with his child was absolutely amazing. Beautiful. Chefs kiss. Love a sympathetic villain.

Second of all, was not expecting Soren to be a sick child, I don't know if people already made theories about it because of the episode in whatever season it was, but I was not.

Loved that we finally got a hint at Soren and Claudia's mum and Callum's dad (who even though we only got a behind photo, seems hot. And his name is cool too.)

RUNAAN

Glad we got some Rayla parent moments, but was kinda expecting them to find a loophole around the only having two crystals stone gem things. Even if it was simply breaking one of the half. But I still liked the way the did it, because Runaan.

AND HE WAS SHIRTLESS.

I like angst, but the attack during the wedding generally kinda pissed me off because my lesbians deserve to be happy. Was happy that they managed to pull it off without too much bad shit happening.

VIREN CANT BE FUCKING DEAD I WAS LOVING HIM THIS SEASON

I'm gonna stop writing this out like bullet points and do actual thoughts, imma do bullet points next

I like that we saw more on Viren's mentor, that he wasnt just a douchebag and he actually tried to stop dark magic or whatever it was. Viren's dream of him earlier made him out to be an evil dick, but I actually kinda liked him.

The entire backstory of Viren's family really shows how fucked their family is. And the fact that Viren pretty much neglected Soren his whole life, especially right after he finally got better, what a dick move.

Still love him though.

I completely understand where their mother is coming from, mainly because of the idea that Viren pushed her against the wall, held her hair, and pretty much forced her to cry into tube. And that right after he had done some pretty horrific shit. That's trauma for the mum right there. Forgot is she had a name.

Imma do a lot of dragon prince shit posts, mainly tommorow when I watch over some more things and grab a bunch of screenshots. Then when I rewatch it and make notes about certain parts

Until then bye.

[redjademilktea]

I've had this draft sitting around for a few months, but Marisha saying Laudna wants a "simple cottage core lesbian life" with Imogen in the lasted 4 Sided Dive made me want to go back and polish this up a bit!! For context, my partner asked me to write something small and imodna related with the word "baking" as a prompt. Just a quick writing exercise as a break from dissertation work. So I came up with this!!

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"Okay one egg or two?"

"Two. And remember to add them in with the rest of the wet ingredients, not with the dry."

"You're supposed to separate- shit."

Imogen looked at the mess of ingredients, cooking utensils, and mixing bowls sprawled out on the counter in front of her. She didn't think learning this particular recipe would be walk in the park, per se. But she certainly didn't expect... well this - standing here with Laudna in their little cottage kitchen with the remnants of three (soon to be four) attempts at making a passable cookie batter splattered across various surfaces. "Start me off with somethin' easy," she had said when agreeing to baking lessons earlier in the day, "you really liked those cookies that Lord Eshertoss would bake for us, right? We can start with those." She let out a sigh at the memory.

Laudna now stood behind Imogen, peering over her shoulder at her... creation.

"Oh, you might be able to- hmmm." Laudna said as she tested the batter's flavor with her pinky. Suddenly, her eyes went wide as *something* seemed to hit her. Imogen cringed slightly as she awaited the verdict.

"Imogen, darling, you did add two *teaspoons* of vanilla, not tablespoons, correct?"

"Is there a difference?"

"A bit of one, yes," Laudna said with a low chuckle.

"Sorry Laudna," Imogen sighed. She moved to rub her eyes before quickly realizing her damn hands - just like everything else in the kitchen, really - were coated in that sad excuse for a cookie batter. She frustratedly began Prestidigitationing them clean before pinching the bridge of her nose in an attempt to quell an oncoming headache. Before she could get too anxious about the prospect of starting over *one more fucking time*, she felt thin arms wrap around her from behind.

"Imogen, darling, it's alright," Laudna hummed, "I always felt Eshteross was too, well, *extravagant* with his recipe writing. It can make it hard to follow at times." Laudna gestured with one of her hands wildly to emphasize the point in a way that Imogen couldn't help but smile at. "Honestly, do we really need to know what he was eating for breakfast or what life lessons his mother taught him as a child right before telling us to brown the butter?"

"You criticizin' his recipe writing, Laudna?" Imogen asked, already feeling the tension behind her eyes melting away.

"Well, yes, but I don't think he's open to any feedback at the moment."

Imogen let out a small gasp before turning her head to meet Laudna's eyes. "Laudna!" Imogen gave her a stern look in an attempt at mock consternation, but quickly relented into a fond gaze as soon as she caught sight of the way Laudna was leaning her head onto Imogen's shoulder.

"Well all I'm saying is, I love a good set of flowery prose, but there's a time and place. And a recipe certainly isn't the place! Besides, I've always said you were *very* capable. If it's giving you trouble, the recipe is obviously worded poorly!"

Imogen laughed more fully this time. Gods, Laudna could make her feel better about anything, even if it meant defending her honor and recipe following abilities to a dead man. She took a deep breath, taking in the subtle, earthy smell of fallen leaves to help ground her. She opened her eyes to Laudna's warm grin before planting a soft kiss on her lips.

"Thanks baby. Alright, one more time from the top okay with you?"

"Of course darling, just remind me to pick up more eggs from the market tomorrow. We may need to... restock soon."

[cardiganloser]

will probably try and script more coherent thoughts on ofmd s2 tomorrow and my opinion is overall very positive but i really don't like the way they're handling jim/archie and olu/zheng. to clarify i would be 100% okay with a more open/poly version of jim/olu, esp since vico ortiz is poly irl, but this just feels underbaked.

1) jim and archie only interact a few times in the first episode before one of their first scenes in the second episode is their kiss. i think archie will be a fun character and her banter with jim was decent but to me there really wasn't enough build-up to pay off a kiss, esp after jim/olu was a well-done plot line last season that was built up by a series of good, genuine moments across all ten episodes. i don't think a slow-burn is always a definite requirement for a good romance but more than like three scenes of build-up is.

2) olu fully admits in ep 3 he had no idea that zheng was flirting with him. full honesty i was expecting zheng to be a lesbian (idk why just vibes) but really? she apparently grows a crush on olu through all his visits to her soup stand, of which we see one where they have a normal, polite conversation. then they join up with the revenge, jim and olu reunite and five minutes later olu is making out with her in her office? i'm aware olu was probably still surprised by the jim and archie situation but it genuinely felt so out of nowhere to me. tbh her random crush on olu was the only thing abt zheng i disliked, other than that she was fantastic and i'm very excited to see more of her. her feelings read like an unrequited crush to me.

3) jim and olu were a fantastic couple in s1, i was and still am obsessed. again, poly/open relationship is fine if done right, but this just reads like they forced relationship drama. we are only three eps in and maybe they aren't even going the poly route but in that case why make this a thing in the first place? why have jim and olu make out with other people when ed and stede are clearly giving us all the relationship drama? yeah, they thought the other person was dead/didn't know if they'd see them again but surely they'd be holding out hope or still grieving after what's been a year at most.

anyways, like i said, overall a good start but this plot point is rlly dragging down the early eps for me. hopefully it resolves quickly.

[liquidstar]

do u have any recs for folks newer to the yuri genre? I've never really read any manga other than shounen and some magical girl stuff

Omg i can totally give yuri recs. (And which ones to stay away from. Sakura Kiss has cousin shit in it, Citrus has stepsister dubcon, Dragon Maid has lolicon, Happy Sugar Life is also lolicon but it’s edgy about it and tries to act like this makes it deep, we can do better)

Anyway here’s my actual recs! I'm going to give details but if you don't wanna read them I bolded all the titles.

YuriKuma Arashi (By Ikuhara of Revolutionary Girl Utena fame), is about lesbian bears. But it’s actually a metaphor for the simultaneous objectification and demonization of lesbians, the expectation both for purity and predation. There are some nitpicks I have with it like the sexualization being a bit too much to bring the point home, but overall I do like its themes and its message. And I think the ending pulls everything together really nicely. There is both a manga and an anime, and I believe the anime came first. I’ve only seen the anime so I’m not sure if/how the manga deviates!!!! 

Bloom Into You is an absolute must. Like, for real, I think it’s one of the best romances out there, yuri or otherwise. It gets really deep into both characters' respective psyches and the ways that they’re both Very Screwed Up when it comes to love and romance, or really just life in general. Giving details would be doing them a disservice honestly. Both characters are very messy but also do try their best to genuinely communicate, and what comes of that is a lot of teenage lesbian drama, but the growth they both experience though it TOGETHER is just great, and you can tell they care about each other so much.

Okay this one I’m not really recommending for the good writing, it’s more-so just really cool. Liberta (EXPLICIT) is a series about a vampire who can turn her body into guns and a human woman who is sick of being seen as lesser in her ordinary life. And then they fall in love and are vampires together. The artstyle and character designs are awesome and it has some really cool fight scenes. However it also has full blown barely censored sex scenes. A few of them. One of the women uses her tail at some point. If that’s not what your cup of tea is, give it a pass. 

Anyway for something more wholesome you should check out The Guy She Was Interested in Wasn't a Guy at All, which I’m actually not fully caught up on bc life, but has still been a super fun read so far. It’s about a girl who works at a music store, and her classmate who gets a crush on her while she’s at work. The classmate doesn’t realize that they’re the same person, due to her looking different at work, and thinks her worksona is a guy. Hijinks ensue. 

Otherside Picnic is also highly recommended. Its manga adaptation is lagging behind the light novel, which I can’t find a translation of online (But if anyone can help me out w that 🙏). The story itself is about two college students who go on adventures to a parallel plane of reality, which contains cosmic horrors who can only communicate with humans through fear so intense it will make you go insane. They’re also looking for someone who went missing, and gain cool powers like Ghost Hand and Sans Eye. Yes this is still a yuri series and it’s also really really extremely fucking cool. 

She Loves to Cook, and She Loves to Eat, is a slice of life story about… Well exactly what it says. A woman with a passion for cooking, making lots of food and sharing it with her neighbor, and they end up bonding through this. It’s also like, cool to see a big butch woman for a change! The story itself is very straightforward but I love watching the relationship progress as well as the mc question her sexuality. This story will absolutely make you super hungry though.

Show Me Your Bust (EXPLICIT) is also exactly what it says on the tin, though it’s technically a webtoon. Again this is a series with explicit sex scenes, but it actually does have a story and actual depth to its characters. Honestly there’s a lot to unpack with all of them and a lot of the relationships aren’t totally healthy but it’s a drama so that’s the point. 

A Monster Wants To Eat Me is actually hard to describe without spoilers. It’s about a girl who lives by the sea, meeting a mysterious girl with eyes that remind her of the ocean itself. The girl says that she’s actually been looking for the mc for a long time, and it’s revealed that….

And lastly I wanna mention Hanamonogatari, a story about an old widow who begins to regain confidence in herself as she experiments with make-up with the help of another old lady who works at a local cosmetic store. Honestly it’s very very very sweet, it’s rare to get romances like this of old women when so much of the focus of romances (yuri or otherwise) is often on the characters being attractive. I also really appreciate how the make-up is being used specifically to accentuate their wrinkles. Not hide them. Because aging is beautiful too. Sadly IVE ONLY READ TWO CHAPTERS BECAUSE I DONT THINK THE REST ARE TRANSLATED IF ANYONE OUT THERE CAN HELP ME PLEASE DO 🙏

[navibluebees]

I’m obsessed with the way you write Zdog!! And I think the choice you made by giving her the name of her actress is so fitting for the character and it sounds very well with her surname. Would it be possible to get a part 2? Maybe with the other recoms teasing Zdog a bit on her crush?

Oh, 100% such a good ask, anon! I'm glad you liked the name choice; it ended up fitting better with her character's surname than expected. :)

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Zdinarsk made her way back to her bunk and shut her eyes tight, pulling the blanket over her head to cover up her heated cheeks. Shit. She was a mess.

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The next morning, she was dragging along, bleary-eyed when a packet of paper was thrust into her face. She jolted back in surprised and looked up, coming face to face with the Colonel. "I figure they brought these by while you were takin' up residence in my office, so you can be the one to run them back."

Her eyes widened as she looked at the envelope in her hand, "Uh, sir, I can't-"

"You can't what, Zdinarsk? Walk papers to some office assistant?"

A couple of laughs sounded around the room from the other recoms. She shot them glares before springing up and turning to the door to find you. She walked quickly down the hall, head swiveling and peeking into each of the offices. She was starting to lose hope when she felt a slight grip around her wrist. She whirled, fangs bared, in disbelief of the audacity of someone to grab her.

"Easy, Alicia. Those for me?" You stood there looking up at her, a hand on your hip and the other reaching for the papers in her hand. Her expression relaxed and she loosened her grip so you could pull it from her. You leaned against the wall, hip out, flicking through the papers to make sure all the signature spots were filled.

Her eyes traced the curve of your body and watched as you tucked a few strands of hair behind your ears, subconsciously biting your lip in concentration. She watched your motions, eyeing the hands that she had held so gently the day before. A fan turned on somewhere in the hall and your scent wafted to her. She inhaled deeply and a distressed whimper slipped past her lips.

Your head snapped up and you reached for her, gripping her hand tightly. "Are you okay, Alicia?"

She whined quietly again, eyes widening at your expression. You were so open to her, eyes wide, attention fully on her. Your mouth was slightly parted and she noted the way the light hit your eyes and made them even more entrancing. She opened her mouth to speak and was cut off by a sharp yell from the end of the hallway.

"Z-dog! What's taking so long? We gotta go!" Lieutenant Wainfleet was standing at the end of the hallway, hands on his hips and eyes bouncing between the two of you. The corner of his lip quirked up before he turned around, yelling, "Let's go!"

She looked back down to you, and you saw a deep purple blush come into her cheeks. She knelt down on one knee and seized your hand in hers. "I'd like to see you when we get back from scouting. If it's alright with you."

You tilted your head and smiled at her. Quickly leaning in and stretching up on your toes, you gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "See you then, Alicia."

She flashed a dazzling smile to you and rubbed her thumb across your cheek, tucking the loose strands back into place. She stood up and jogged down the hall to catch up with Wainfleet. You watched her go and started to open your office door. The last thing you heard was a high-pitched mocking voice, saying, "Are you alright, Aliciaaa?" followed by a muffled thud and, "Damn! Alright alright, don't hit me again."

Chuckling quietly, you stepped into your office and leaned back against the closed door, fanning your face with the papers. You inhaled and quietly squealed shaking your fists with excitement. Her return couldn't come soon enough.

***

I love this woman and I love you guys for requesting.

[inventedfangirling]

BEST of BL's in 2023 [Thai edition]

(more accurately my favourites from 2023, so that i have something to show for the 100s of hours i spent watching them lmao)

I Feel You Linger In The Air - Head & Shoulders above (almost) every single piece of queer media i've ever watched. Khun Yai and Jom will be forever icons. That drunk poem confession will NEVER be topped. Also LESBIANS AHHHHHH also the way the show explored intimacy AHHH just end meeee

2. Moonlight Chicken - Aof strikes again. Gave me Uncle Jim, Heart, Li Ming and my baby boy Gaipa- the music, the cinematography, the writing, the found fckin family - i will recommend it to EVERY one on the planet if i could.

3. Be My Favourite- I did not expect to enjoy this show as much as i did. I loved what they were tryna say. I LOVED the queer undertones in EVERYTHING. if not for the asexual erasure and Not being an absolute asshole this would have been quite the perfect show. And man is Gawin so darn sculpted perfection, LOOK AT THAT FACE, how to not admire!? Also Pearmai my beloved. AND THAT POEM in episode 11 ARGHHH

4. Bed Friend - I know this was a polarizing series in a lot of ways and I agree to some of the complaints raised BUTTTTTT NET MY FRENZ NET! How am i supposed to not melt into a complete puddle watching King pretend to not be absolutely in love with Uea, and treating him like the babygirl he is, when he looks like THAT. I'm but a mere mortal.

5. La Pluie - I kinda liked the show and disliked it in equal amounts. Saengtai annoyed me quite a LOT towards the end BUT his brother Sangtien - Suar Kritsanaphong had me in the palm of his hand. Him and his kiss with Lomfon is etched firmly in my brain. It HAD to be on this list.

6. Only Friends - Gawd. The Promise. The Promise of it all. Thats what maddens me THE MOST. There was just SO MUCH that they could have done. Even if they stuck with a lot of their similar choices i would have still put it higher up on the list if they hadn't undone all the good work they did in the final episode. I couldnt even bring myself to rewatch anything from this one cos of how disappointingly it ended. That being said - FirstKhao KILLED it as usual, i CANNOT wait for their next one, BOSTON deserved better and my MVP- Mark Pakin AHHH i NEED him on EVERY SHOW EVER but also in ways concerning to me GAWD WHAT A TALENT AND WHAT A FACE.

7. Laws of Attraction - Charn you guys. Charn and his utterly deranged expressions and his even more deranged ex. And ofc everything else the show offered. The drama. The mystery. The family. The romance. THE LESBIANS!!!!? Few things not to love. Especially the finale with all the domestic husbanding going on. Precious af.

8. Hidden Agenda - Far too much nonsensical plotlessness going on here for this to claim this position BUT i'm just a girl watching Joong swoon over his man and losing it in the corridor and proceeding to do that myself cos man he's so damn good in these kinda scenes. I think he'd be good in more serious ones too but I would much prefer it if it was with somebody who could offer more than Dunk (no shade he very cute himself)

POTENTIAL FAVS

The following is a list of shows i loved/liked it a LOT but still watching/running so I can't fully judge

(in no particular order except the first one cos who am i to put an aof show not at the top of any list)

Last Twilight [BEST THING EVER I AM WHOLLY AND IRRETRIEVABLY IN LOVE IM GONNA REWATCH IT LIKE ITS MY JOB PLS I NEED IT TO STICK THE LANDING SO BAD]

Love in Translation - episode 4 what a beauty, one of my fav episodes of any BL in 2023 ever- just LOVED the whole fake date thing - it was EVERYTHING

Wedding Plan - Leads are cute. Lesbians are cuter. Made me laugh. Also CUTENESS hello

Night Dream - Who doesn't love a long unrequited but actually totally requited love story?

The Sign - nothing i can ever say is gonna be enough to encompass just how mind-blowing this series is from concept to execution to CGI to costumes to the gorgeous leads with fckin electric chemistry AND the PINING and the will they won't they arhhhh- TOP TIER STUFF

Cooking Crush - i went into this with minimal expectations, the trailer didnt do much for me BUT oh my gawd i had SO MUCH FUN with each episode, i laughed SO much and i am very much looking forward to the rest of it

Cherry Magic - TayNew back again together. Karan and his gorgeous existence. Loved the og. The trope where one believes they are hard to love & someone who loves them like it’s breathing- its literally made for this show and i am SUPER excited where it goes. PLS PLS PLS let them keep the aroace character aroace PLEASE!?!?!?

[mackmp3]

I’d love to hear you talk about PJ Harvey and queerness, if you’re so inclined!

OH MY GOD ANON I LOVE YOU reveal yourself so i can kiss you /joking and platonic (unless...)

this is gonna be really long so TL,DR, A Lot of PJ's work can be interpreted to be about a sapphic and/or gender non conforming experience.

OKAYYYYY SO

PJ Harvey, despite having never actually said she isn't straight, has written some Very Queer music, both in subtext and fully in the lyrics.

a few examples -

Dress could be interpreted to be about feeling the pressure to be a stereotypically girly girl and trying to navigate social situations where it's expected you have a boyfriend -

'Must be a way that I can dress to please him It's hard to walk in the dress, it's not easy [...]

Filthy tight, the dress is filthy I'm falling flat, and my arms are empty Clear the way, better get it out of this room A falling woman in dancing costume'

but failing to do so because it's just not you. feeling uncomfortable in a dress, trying and failing to have normal interactions with guys - which of course cishet girls can feel as well, but hits particularly hard as a queer, gender non conforming, girl adjacent person

O Stella, while the symbolism makes it about a religious idol, could be interpreted to be about idolising an older girl. Oh My Lover is about being totally fine with a partner's hypothetical polyamory.

Man-Size is a big one, before i even knew the term gender envy i was Deeply Aware that that was what man-size is about (in my opinion, at least) - wanting to things that guys do but not being able to cos you're a girl.

'Good Lord I'm big I'm heading on Man-sized got my leather boots on Got my girl and she's a wow [...]

I'm man-sized no need to shout Let it all, let it all hang out / out out out'

fantasising about a reclaiming of power while presenting in a more masculine way - WITH A GIRLFRIEND I MIGHT ADD - before going back to feeling as though that is unattainable -

'Silence my lady head Get girl out of my head Douse hair with gasoline Set it light and set it free'

like, 'get girl out of my head' is a pretty queer thing to say, yknow?

and 50ft Queenie -

'Hey I'm one big queen No one can stop me [...]

Hey I'm the king of the world You ought to hear my song Ah come on measure me I'm twenty inches long'

which is at the same time using male terms - even though the song is called Queenie, and that word is used a lot, she specifically calls herself King of the world, and proceeds to make fun of the perceived importance of a particular male organ, while at the same time saying she's better than them

more songs with gender and lesbian undertones - Yuri G, Catherine, to a degree A Woman A Man Walked By / The Crows Knows Where the Children Go (that one's quite explicit, word of warning if yu haven't heard that one before) - and songs that are covers of songs written by men without any pronoun changing - Shake Your Hips and I Can't Get No Satisfaction are two notable examples of that.

and then there are her songs that are just sapphic without being specifically gendery - My Beautiful Leah, Claudine the Inflatable One - i first thought that Down By the Water was about sneaking out to meet a sapphic lover under the bridge in the dead of night, a doomed romance, but there are lots of better and far more likely interpretations than that.

Polly herself has also said a lot of things that just kinda read queer. Like Patti Smith before her, she has said that she writes her songs from a place 'beyond gender', and just writes them as stories, sometimes from a male perspective. But of course, to a queer audience, you can hear her singing and *know* she's singing from a male perspective, but also can't help but to hear it as queer as well.

bit of a quote to go with that -

You've said that you don't like to think in terms of gender when it comes to music. Why do you think the gender issue, especially the concept of you being a feminist, is constantly mentioned with your work?

'I can only presume that, especially in the early days and early those labels tend to stick, but I know that I really played with gender in my lyrics, and I might sing in the shape of a man or I might sing in the shape of a woman. Or I might be dressing women in a loving way as a man or as a woman, or sometimes as neither. Sometimes more as just an essence, a feeling or an atmosphere. And I think that feels quite natural to me, but I think for some people it's not natural, and that's where the gender issue seems to become quite important.'

she was also adamant that she didn't want to be seen as part of riot grrrl, but rather as part of grunge - grunge was a very very aggressively male genre, and i don't think she thought riot grrrl had the right idea about how to go about empowerment - she took herself more seriously than that i think. she didn't want to be called a feminist, because she didn't want to be called a 'female artist', but rather just an Artist.

her gender presentation, moving from fairly neutral in 1992 (big black leather jacket, black boots etc, to the hyper-feminity of the To Bring You My Love era, 1995, also comes into play - she was showing femininity to be a performance, while also using it to her advantage, she didn't actually dress like that normally, no one wears that much eyeshadow, it was closer to a drag show than an actual outfits, a lot of the stuff she wore on stage. which is another one of those things that makes sense to a cishet girl, but gains more complexity as a queer person.

there's probably a lot more i can say on this, but that's everything off the top of my head! i cannot tell you how excited i was to get this ask, PJ Harvey is so much of how i've explored my own gender and sexuality, i could talk about this for a very long time!

[stitched-mouth-vs-the-world]

Mommy’s Baby

Pairing: Carol from Cobweb x Fem! Teacher! Reader.

Summary: Carol's duty as a mother is to make sure her baby is always well feed. She's your Mommy now so she must make sure your well fed.

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Lacatian kink, Mommy kink, Lesbian sex, Oral sex (fem receiving), Dry humping, Cheating.

Writing Time: 30 minutes.

Word Count: 348.

Format: Kinktober Fic, Day 16.

A/N:

I have to write for Carol, she's a MILF. I hope more work comes out soon for Carol. I can't be the only one writing for her and Valak 😭

I didn't try to imply a threesome but it definitely sounded that way. So if you want to be Mark's baby as well, you are. If not, you're only Carol's, and Mark doesn't care.

Here are my other Kinktober 2023 works.

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You couldn't deny it, this situation was weird.

Sitting on top of your lover and sucking the milk from her breasts in her and her husband's bed.

"Oh yes, good girl, drink up. Take all of Mommy's milk!" Carol moaned.

You peeked up at her to look at at her face, curious to see her facial expressions in a moment like this. Her head was thrown back against the bed but you could see her eyes screwed closed and mouth in a open grin, in her grin you could see evil.

Or it felt like evil.

Not too long ago you had been introduced to Carol, a shy rather quiet housewife and mother to one. You two had met at Peter's school at Parent-Teacher evening, you taught at the school.

No you weren't Peter's teacher but you knew the boy well, through gossip in the staff room and through his mother who had accidentally walked into your classroom looking for her son.

Had it been an accident? Later Carol had told you she had been to the school before and met Peter's teacher, Miss Devine.

You decided not to call her out on it. You were glad she had come into your classroom that day, you were immediately enamoured by her and desperate for her touch.

You was lucky enough to get that touch after a while. When Carol came back to your classroom and invited you to her home for tea.

Even though you wanted more than just tea from this drop dead gorgeous woman, you fully expected to only get just tea when you arrived. Her shy nervousness made you think more would never happen. But as soon as you walked in, Carol's shy nervous persona disappeared immediately.

And yeah, that's how you ended up sucking on her tits in bed.

Her milk tasted smooth and delicious. You massaged her left breast whilst stuck from the right. All you could hear was Carol's moans and cries of escasty, and it made your cunt burn with arousal.

The way she called herself Mommy also made your pussy burn. She seemed so confident all of a sudden.

"Oh Baby.. oh Baby, please! Mommy loves you!" Carol continued.

You started grinding yourself onto her thigh, just to provide yourself some relief, whilst continuing to drink for her pretty pink nipple.

With high pitched scream, Carol eventually came underneath you. You were shocked to say the least, all you had done is suck on her breasts.

But Carol then sat up and smiled at you.

"Thank you Baby.." She whispered before kissing your lips, "Mommy is very proud of you."

She gently pushed you off her and started pulling off your clothes. Once you was completely bare you grabbed her hand with a look of fear, "You said your husband would be home any minute."

"Yes Baby. And I'm sure he'll be overjoyed to meet my new Baby."

You were confused and a little scared by Carol's response, but you wasn't going to stop her as she kissed down your body till she reached your pussy and began to lick.

[don-quixotine]

I can't be the only one who wasn’t particularly impressed with Challengers, right?

I mean. The cinematography was great. The music made me feel like I was at a rave in Berlin with the hottest people on Feeld. And the premise was absolutely excellent. Chef's Kiss. Delectable. A pair of bisexual boys being dominated by Mother as they pathetically try to make her their girlfriend? Yes, please. It's the reason I watched it, because it had so much potential.

But.

Is this really it? Is this really all bi representation can come to in this, the year 2024?

I'm just tired.

I'm tired that bisexuals in adult media are represented as these messy, toxic, "don’t know what they want and make it everyone's problem" archetypes that are so demeaning. And that's if they're represented at all.

The bisexuality of Patrick and Art (but more so of Art) is completely left up to your interpretation, and in a world of media that has to come to represent lesbians and gay men in better light, the fact that the same cannot be said about bisexuals is a pity.

I guess, in a way, interpretation is all the bi's have both on and off screen, as it is difficult to pin-point a moment, or a look, or a way of acting that is undeniably Bisexual Coded™️ outside of the sexual spehere.

But that's precisely the point. That is what is so tiring about this conversation. The fact that society's interpretation of bisexuality never moves past a codification, and it's a catch-22. Bisexuality cannot be put in an either/or box. The orientation, and even identity at some points, is fully dependent on context, so it is difficult to grasp by people only attracted to one gender, regardless of context. But because it is contextual and therefore difficult to grasp by society at large, it is often overlooked and misinterpreted, leading to an internalization of negative perceptions and a lack of a third space in the social and mediatic imaginary.

What I am saying is that Challengers had an opportunity to celebrate the bisexuality of Art and Patrick. But instead, it made it a problem. It made it the conflict and called it a day.

And I haven't even mentioned the absolute shit it took on polyamory. Because boy.

It is the same complaint, though. It's about the conflict being based on the miscommunications and unspoken affections of these three people, them clearly being suited for each other, and then throwing in the expectation that the girl HAS to pick one and handling it in the worst possible way. It felt cheap. It felt unintellingent. It felt as "queer" and as "spicy" as that one Saltburn scene was to anyone who has spent more than 5 seconds on Wattpad or AO3: Absolutely mild.

It was baiting at its best for poor polyamory. It was bastardized as a sexy little fantasy the straights and monogamists could indulge in for 2 hours of running time, but now, now, kids. Remember to take your moral of the story with you: Polyamory is Bad, and you can only have The One™️. I mean, there wouldn't have been any toxicity if the conflict had been handled through the lens of normalization of polyamory, and that’s what makes it so frustrating. It would've been funnier, steamier, to have these three come to terms with what they felt and find an arrangement. It would have been more interesting to have Art and Tashi find a way to make ammends with Patrick and reconcile. It would've been wittier if an external force came in between their polyamorous arrangement. Hell, if you wanted to keep your crappy plot, you could've had Patrick fuck Art instead of Tashi as a moment of conflict resolution and that would have sufficed to improve it. But no. Writers in Hollywood have tiny T-Rex hands, and low-hanging fruit is all they're good for.

And look, I get it. I know the movie wasn't supposed to spell it out for you. I know the point was to read between the lines, because this was a tennis movie that wasn't at all about tennis. I know that in the end, there's room for interpretation, to believe that Tashi was hoping they would reconcile and that in the end, they do. I know that. But my point is that the arguments that build the movie's identity as bisexual (and even poly) are blink-and-you-miss-it moments. And on top of that, the qualities that make these characters arguably queer are painted in a negative light.

So, like, yeah. I don’t know who the audience was for this movie. But clearly not the bi's and not the poly's lol.

I saw it with my own polycule, and we couldn't stop raging lol.

[lover-of-mine]

You don't have to answer this question at all if it's too personal . I won't feel bad. I'm just trying to get an idea of what to expect. I'm agnostic and wasn't raised in any religion. I don't even know really anyone who practices Catholicism. The only thing I can interpret from my friends who are Christian is its definitely, harsher??? Values ingrained in them. I was wondering if you were raised religious and had to battle being queer vs any pre conceived notions you held or your family may have. I swear you said something once about Nuns crossing themselves when they passed you for having colored hair? Sorry if I'm wrong on that. I just feel like if they are doing this they are really doing it and what a story of deconstructing yourself might look like.

Okay, this is a complicated question. I was raised religious and for all intents and purposes, I still am, but while I am christian, I was never catholic. I was raised with spiritism as a belief and they are a lot more open to stuff than different churches. The experience I had with catholic people telling me stuff like being queer is wrong was in school, because my city is very catholic and because we had a religious study class that was mandatory and the teacher was very Sunday school type vibes even though it wasn't supposed to be a catholic leaning class, but at that point I was old enough to push back, so I was constantly fighting my teacher. I'm not out to my family because while my parents never had a problem with queer people, my dad has made some comments about bisexual people that make me scared even tho they weren't fully bigoted, it's just boomer talk, being ignorant, and, honestly, I think he knows and he's waiting for me to say something because there was a situation with one of my cousins a few years back that got me really heated because her side of the family is very religious, and she's some shade of queer and people kept using religion against her, and my dad suddenly started talking about acceptance and stuff like that while supporting how frustrated I was with my uncle, but honestly, at this point I'm kinda settled into only coming out to them if there's a girl I want them to meet. I did go to university in a very religious city and I had to deal with multiple people commenting on my appearance, specifically colorful hair, the nun thing did happen, I had blue hair and I was wearing a shirt that had a cross made of skulls, they didn't like that, but I've had people tell I'm not getting into heaven and my sin was pink hair. I can't really help with this particular aspect because my struggle with being bi was never about someone telling me that loving women is wrong, it was always I do like men, so I just thought people felt that way about everybody. I fully kissed another girl and didn't accept I was bi until like, 3 years later lol. I will say that catholicism as a whole is very engrained into latino culture, and I did experience that adjacently, the whole being gay is a sin thing, but since in my house I didn't have that, I pushed back, I pushed back enough that my whole school believed I was a lesbian by the time I hit highschool (I grew up in a small town, everyone knows everyone)

Now, applying the whole thing to Eddie, I think with the way that Eddie talks about religious pressure defining some steps he took with his life, deconstructing his relationship with religion and the concept of God would be important for him to fully accept himself if that's where they're going. Mostly because I think he needs to confront the way he views the works and when you grow up religious, it does affect the way you look at things even if you don't believe that religion anymore. But I don't think I can give anything more insightful given the way I don't know how it feels like to experience catholicism the way Eddie does. I do believe that Eddie finding himself does mean Eddie accepting he is some shade of queer, and since they touched on the whole catholic guilt last season, that's a good way to force him to accept that there's nothing wrong with him, but it's more about the way I watched people go through similar stuff, not any personal experience.

[cirque-dhomosexual]

!!! Wednesday spoilers !!!!

Ive had this post in my drafts for too long 💀💀💀 but I've finally gotten the energy to complete it so without further adue: Reasons why I think Enid Sinclair is a coded lesbian dealing with comphet:

Her biggest fear is dying alone and having no prospects at finding a mate and will throw herself into the person giving the attention because she thinks that's the last chance she has at it

This one is pretty self explanatory. As a kid with terrible self-esteem and confidence issues, it's easy to both feel unlovable and throw yourself entirely into someone you think will love you. For me, this was an issue back when I was still grappling with my sexuality. So I know what it's like to just run head first into the first person, especially boy, that gives you a crumb of attention. Her need to be with a boy could be a result in internalized homophobia and what she was told growing up.

Her crush on Ajax even though they have never had a meaningful interaction

First of all, she didn't seem to be all that interested in Ajax when she introduced him to Wednesday. Second of all, that's a very common experience amongst lesbians. She just plucked a boy out of the blue, a boy she can tolerate, and decides to have a crush on him despite never actually interacting.

Her inability to fully transform and her mom not "accepting her for who she really is" and sending her to "conversion therapy"

Taking this apart piece by piece, we know two things. One, she is forced to live up to society's expectations despite being "slightly off". Lycanthropy is a longstanding metaphor for queerness and I don't see why it would change for Enid. Two, this reads so much as a queer narrative. If you switch the context from wolfing out to coming out it retains the same level of sense. The meaning doesn't even change.

The way her nails pop out when she's kissing Ajax

You may argue that they could have popped out because she was feeling overwhelmed with happiness or something but the show has shown, consistently might I add, that Enid's claws pop out when she's in distress/not at all happy. They didn't pop out when she was happy about winning the poe cup. It's a defensive mechanism that I don't think she's consciously aware of. Besides that, why would Ajax make her better if you look at it as her being excited. If anything, it would exacerbate the issue.

How she is superficially close with Ajax

This one is more founded on the fact she couldn't allow herself to be vulnerable with Ajax after the fight with Tyler. She couldn't run to him or even hug him. He's doing all the work here which wouldn't make sense if she genuinely felt for him. This is upheld when she is gripping onto her jacket with him. In a symbolic sense, the jacket can be read as a shield keeping her from exposing herself. She has a need to shield herself around him but with Wednesday she doesn't care. Again, she deadass bolts to her and doesn't care if she's only wearing a jacket. I'm just saying there's multiple ways to read the hug scene.

Now of course this is all subjective. Keep in mind this is a head canon regardless of whether or not I believe it is well supported. I did find similarities between my own journey and her so I could be a bit biased too.