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milllersfae · 11 months

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ cottage!abby headcannons

content warning: housewife-ish!reader, petnames, strap usage, slight(?) perversion, dom!abby, ooey-gooey lesbianism, sfw and nsfw content. minors do not interact.

a/n: thank y’all for 120 followers! this little blog has been growing so fast in under a month. experimenting with different writing styles and such!

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❀ tends to the garden a lot. loves when you watch her from the window and admire her hard work. sometimes she’ll flex her arms when she knows you’re watching, a warm flush flooding your face.

❀ abby is deeply in love with your baking. she grows you tons of fruit to make into little tarts and pies, “brought you more of those fijis you like. can you make me another apple crumble baby?” after long days in the field you leave her a little slice on the patio with a hand written note.

❀ she often gets nervous when you’re in the garden by yourself, worried you’ll trip or get hurt. “be careful out there okay? i don’t want you to get dirty. give me a holler if you need anything!” one day she accidentally leaves a potting hole open, your foot hitching inside. you tumble as abby rushes outside to catch you. “i’m such an idiot—i’m sorry baby. i didn’t mean to hurt you.”

❀ oh how she loves to gift you frilly dresses for your weekly picnics. she loves the way a smile fills your face as you lift up the fabric to your body. abby smirks and wraps you from behind. “does my pretty girl wanna try it on?”. you nod in response and go and change in the bathroom. you come back out, waiting for her reaction. “do a 180 f’me.” you get excited as you turn around and watch her gaze grow in amazement.

❀ she comes in from the yard, jeans splattered in dirt and sweat glistening on her brow. she sheds her gloves and kisses you on your forehead as she walks by. you can’t help but stare at her biceps as she passes you.

❀ it’s comforting how she lets you live a carefree life, and does a lot of the heavy lifting. abby doesn’t take it too far, she lets you have her freedom of course. you have your own little private room, full of books and stuffies and collectibles. she comes by sometimes and gives a soft knock at the door. “it’s me honey, may i come in?” you give ampt response and with a turn of the handle she meets you with a warm smile. you cuddle together to read a book, her hands in your hair as you read to her.

❀ after a long day you’ll come over to her, sitting on her lap to help her relax. she had undid her signature braid, hair falling in blonde strands over her shoulders. your hands combed through them, as you placed a gentle kiss against her temple. her eyes meet yours, smirk placard on her face. “you’re such a sweetheart, thank god i found you.” she sleepily mumbles, hand resting on the small of your back.

❀ you feel so grateful for all the work abby does for the both of you. you clean the entire living room, tidying up the little cottage the best you could. as dawn set, abby finally arrived back in, a small gasp exited her mouth as she closed door. “damn girl, what made you do all this?” she said, hands on her hips as she surveyed the area. you walk up, throwing your arms around her shoulders. “you do so much, i had to show my thanks.” her eyes settle on yours, smile filling her face. “i have to find a good way to repay you, baby.”

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❀ god she did fucking repay you. with a firm push onto your bed, you land on your stomach, your heat spreading at her touch. you arch your back, smothering your face into a satin pillow. abby puts a hand under your dress, making contact with your unclothed slit. she teases between your soaked lips, humming at the sweet squeals you began to make. she enters you with her index and ring finger, pressing fast strokes inside of you. she held you around your stomach, keeping your body from escaping her touch.

❀ sneaking her hands under your dress is her favorite pastime. she purposely drops silverware in hopes you bend over so she can reach her fingers to rub at your clothed pussy. you jump slightly at the touch, hips pushing into her knead into your aching clit. “oh you needy girl, you’ll take it any time huh?” she taunts, pulling your thong to the side of your leg.

❀ in her routinely attempt to drift into sleep, she fondles your tits in bed. she reaches under your nightgown, gentle kisses right behind your ear while spooning you. her sleepy groans crawl into your heat as she squeezes and soft flesh, thumb pinching your nipples.

❀ she loves picking out tight little outfits you to wear around the house. she raises up two options for you to wear, holding them up against you. “this pretty pink slip makes your titties look perfect, but this white skirt shows off that pretty ass.” your face ran warm as she surveyed you against the cloth. “what do you think baby? you have a say.” she continues. “um…the white skirt.” you reply, holding it pleasingly against your hips. abby smirks, hand groping your ass. “great choice.”

❀ she loves putting in your back, making you squirm against the strokes of her strap. you force your body to hold itself up, feeling yourself go weak at the pressure in your heat. “stay just like that, let me stretch you good.” she praises. abby puts a cool hand on the middle of your back, other hand holding you still against the pumps of her silicone into your heat.

❀ abby has had her pillow princess moments. she shed her outside clothes, laying on her back waiting for your entrance to the bedroom. “could you ride it baby, just for me?” she asked, patting a hand at her hips. you nod submissively, moving yourself over to straddled her. you lower yourself onto her as she entered slickly into your cunt. you move slow, bucking onto her dick. you shallow your whines as you fuck yourself into abby as she bit her lip to cower her own pleasured groans.

#cassi!writes ♡‧₊˚#abby anderson fic #abby anderson smut #the last of us smut #abby x reader #abby anderson x reader

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ionlytalktodogs · 2 years

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I love butch lesbians I like small butches that I could just kinda pick up and put in my pocket I like intellectual butches with their little round John Lennon glasses I like anxious butches who can play with my hair to feel better I like elder butches who have nurtured and cared for me when no one else would I like free spirited butches who don’t give a fuck what you think I like butches with long hair I like theatre butches I like butches of color I like disabled butches I like fat butches I like trans butches I like butches who aren’t out yet and therefor can’t dress how they want (you’re still valid) I like greaser butches who are constantly running a comb through their hair I like big butches who pick me up and carry me around like a small dog I like soft spoken butches I like shy butches I like buzz cut butches I like wood working butches I like musical butches I like scientist butches I like weird butches and I really like cryptid butches who lurk in the shadows and take forms incomprehensible by the human mind.

#shout out to butch lesbians #butch lesbians have been my mentors #my lovers #my beloved #so yeah just #sapphic #lesbian #lgbtq #wlw #butch lesbian #femme4butch

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razzafrazzle · 6 months

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was appreciating the art of old lesbian pulp novels last night when i remembered that im an artist and i could do that if i wanted

[image description: a fake pulp romance novel cover with two original characters, sadie and moon, pictured. sadie is a tall demon woman with red skin, horns, blank black eyes, and combed-back purple hair. she is also wearing a suit. moon is a shorter, fat dark-skinned woman with short white afro hair, freckles, cat-eye glassses, and a pearl necklace. sadie is lifting moon's chin with her hand while looking back at the viewer, as if the viewer has interupted something. the book title shown above them is "Affair with the Devil", and there is also a tagline that says "is a lesbian tryst worth eternal damnation? hell yes!" end id]

#LOOKIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#i actually like how this came out you simply MUST lookie #doc talks #my art #my characters

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faithisasuperstar · 4 months

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delicate → lamina

lamina!tbosas x reader

notes → in which you get to live a soft, domestic life with lamina. cottagecore lesbians trope and not ashamed. feminine intended reader

warnings → short, but her tag is so bare i needed to do something about it. not edited & uploaded via iphone.

lamina’s thick, red hair combed through your fingers as you parted it into three separate sections, beginning the works of a braid. both of your schedules had finally aligned, allowing you to spend your free time with the girl for the first time in a while. wind blew in from the open window, causing the dainty curtains to flutter, and the cool draft gave you goosebumps. lamina was humming a familiar tune, an old generational lullaby, as your finger got to work, expertly twisting her auburn hair into a simple but classy braid. these days were the ones you cherished the most. serene, intimate, nothing but tranquil as lamina and you simply focused on your eternal love for each other.

the two of you were patiently awaiting the baked goods lamina had made to finish cooking in the oven. it was rare that lamina and you ever got to enjoy sweets, as the ingredients were very hard to come by. knowing how much lamina loved to bake, though, you had saved up to buy everything she would need. lamina must have been keeping track of the time, because as soon as you finished with her hair, she sprung up, walking over to the oven. as she pulled the assortment of sweets out, carefully placing them on the countertop, the aroma filled the room. it was mouthwatering, sickeningly sweet, just like lamina. it wasn’t a bad thing, being overly sweet. if anything, it put you into even more of a sugar craze. you couldn’t get enough of her and her baking.

in total, she had made three short of a dozen shortbread cookies, even though they may have been slightly out of season. you would eat anything she made, though, knowing she did it all with love. while she tended to her sweets, you snuck outside the back door, allowing your bare feet to connect with the grass. there was a patch of daisies out back. small, white flowers that you plucked individually, cradling them in your palm as you slipped back inside. lamina had displayed her cookies on an old, plate of china. the lone dish had been an anniversary gift to her parents. rimmed with gold paint, with small, orange flowers embroidered on it as well. lamina beckoned for you to sit, but you were on a mission, walking up behind her. the girl was confused, but trusted you enough that she wasn’t bothered. you took the daisies, weaving them into her braid as a final touch. you couldn’t help but smile at your handiwork. the white of the flower was a gorgeous juxtaposition against her auburn hair.

“beautiful,” she grinned at your compliment, cupping your face with her hand. grabbing one of the cookies, lamina held it up for you to try. you didn’t hesitate in taking a bite, groaning in delectation as the flavor overwhelmed your senses. lamina never missed when baking. it was her passion, after all. and she was yours.

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #tbosas #thg #thg x reader #tbosas x reader #thg fanfiction #tbosas fanfiction #lamina tbosas #lamina thg #lamina x reader #lamina thg x reader #lamina tbosas x reader #lamina

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dimension20npcofalltime · 8 months

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Round Five - Bracket One [Dimension 20 NPC of All Time]

Gilear Faeth vs Ayda Aguefort

Propaganda under the cut

Gilear Faeth - He/Him

Campaigns - Fantasy High, Dimension 20 LIVE, The Seven

Who is he?

Gilear Faeth is Fig Faeth's adoptive dad and Sandra Lynn Faeth's ex-husband. He is a wood elf who's lost some hair since his divorce and now wears it in a comb-over, which is a unique look on an elf. He's got a little bit of a paunch. He is often described as being sad and pitiable. He wears a short-sleeved king button up shirt which is often stained, usually with yogurt, but one time it was beans.

Why is he the NPC of All Time?

"Do I even need to elaborate?? If there was ever an NPC to NPC it is hands down no contest, announce it now the winner is Gilear. That man spilt so much pudding on himself, he died more times than I can remember, he fumbled the bag on like 3 milfs. An icon. A legend. The chosen one."

"For all the obvious reasons. Is the NPC of all time. He's a dad. His dad status was revoked and reinstated. He's has multiple jobs and job titles but always does the same thing which is mostly nothing. He's just some guy. He dies immediately. He's an integral part to the party because they made him so. Peak NPC."

"We have to let him have this one thing."

Submitted by: @unnatural-twenty, @legend-of-fall-damage, @priceforrottenjudgement and Anonymous

Ayda Aguefort - She/Her

Campaign: Dimension 20 LIVE, Pirates of Leviathan

Who is she?

Ayda Aguefort (pronounced EYE-da) is a half-phoenix divination wizard and a librarian in the Compass Points Library in Leviathan. She is the daughter of Arthur Aguefort and girlfriend of Fig Faeth.

Why is she the NPC of All Time?

"Queer Black autistic pirate wizard librarian of my heart <3"

"Shes the lesbian autism rep we NEEDED"

"Autistic, wlw, immune to fire damage. Need I say more?"

"Daughter of perhaps the most powerful and most unhinged man in the world, and a bird made of literal fire. Beyond being a black canonically-autistic lesbian wizard/phoenix who becomes girlfriend to one PC and best friend to another, she is also immortal in a way that is both beautiful and tragic. She raised Garthy, and was then raised by Garthy, and then she will most likely be raised by Adaine ad infinitum—gifting Adaine eternal company as a fellow immortal, but also the pain of loss each time she dies and the joy of rediscovery each time she is reborn. Truly the most character of our time."

"AUTISTIC SWAG YOU KNOW IT."

Submitted by: @aeternamente, @moms-home, @xvynth and multiple Anonymous people

#y'all i'm really sorry about this one #i thought they could both make it to the final but alas #dimension 20 #dimension20npcofalltime #dimension 20 bracket #dimension 20 tournament #d20 #fantasy high #fantasy high sophomore year #fantasy high spoilers #ayda aguefort

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blackbloodedisabel · 1 month

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main characters for your mermaid thing?

>:) thank you (deranged cackling)

arguably some of the characters I've included here are not main main characters but they mean a lot to me and they have important roles in the story ok

I will include a character grid for everyone this is the format of the character grid:

'eyes' just means vibe, jewellery is the main component of their.. jewellery because everyone here has their own unique magic jewellery (part of the magic system/worldbuilding) except Calen who has a crown only because he's king.

Teagan is my lonely human skrunckly goober losing her grip on reality<3 15 years ago her older brother got dragged from a cliff into the sea by a big scary sea monster lizard, her parents blamed mermaids and have been going out monster hunting in their boat for weeks at a time. she went with them until she was old enough to stay at home and now she's going slightly insane from lack of human contact and thinks the wind and sea are old lovers/friends/rivals. she lives in a weird amalgamation of cornwall/north devon/mid-west wales and she's the most ridiculous author insert you've ever seen. she's very nice, sort of a peacemaker figure, she loves rock climbing and the sea and her hair is perpetually crusty with salt/sand. arguably the second main character and the secondary pov character.

Anemone is the shy princess who was the first picrew I made and she has been the main character and number one pov character ever since. she has the biggest character arc and she is SO precious to me. she's not very magically powerful and is horrifically insecure about it which is not helped by the fact that when she attended magic tutoring (because she’s a princess and her family has historically been very magically powerful) her best (only) friend was the most powerful witch for generations. then Ane left really abruptly and they didn't speak or see each other for close to 2 years. precious baby Ane has spent the last 2 years rotting in her room combing her hair and staring out of the window and the story starts when her brother the king forces her to leave and go on quests to help the people because she's the most useless parasitic royal ever and this is when she decides she needs her best friend's help with quests and thus the story starts. she is very shy and very much a pushover at the beginning but her arc is becoming a confident(ish) strong selfless leader <33 she is also so sapphic she rivals the og poet

Selma is that super powerful best friend!! she is arguably the most important character in terms of how she influences the people around her. she is also simultaneously a big weirdo and very cool!! she made her own magic jewellery and teaches at the magic tutoring system. her special interest is the ancient mega-powerful witch so she's obsessed with the magic jewellery/books the witch made and with the witch's descendant. she is very passionate and resilient (sometimes to her detriment) and defeats (almost) all her enemies with the sheer power of her lesbianism and homoerotic girlbestfriendships. she was very hard to name and only got her name when 'Selma' came to me in a dream (I had a different dream beforehand where the name Olympia came to me but I don't like that as much)

Iolanthe is the last living descendant of said ancient witch and Anemone’s thematic foil. this is because she has similarly mediocre magic when she should be very powerful. unfortunately she is in denial about this and still believes she has yet to earn her magic (magic in this world is both inherent from genetics/chance and earnt based on strength/resilience. Ane is very privileged and emotionally weak so she doesn't have strong magic, Selma is much more emotionally resilient so she does have strong magic etc etc). this means Io spends all her time in her workshop paid for by her richass family trying to make the perfect piece of magical jewellery which she can form a conduit bond with (you can magically bond with a piece of jewellery which will massively amplify your power if you earn it, usually done by making it (like Selma, who Io is very jealous of and inspired to make jewellery by), finding it or buying it with money you worked for). then near the end of part one the questing gang (Ane, Teagan, Selma, Mel, Enith and to an extent Isther) show her the jewellery they've collected which was all made by her ancient witch ancestor. she becomes convinced that she needs these specific pieces of jewellery to become powerful, but obviously they're bound to various members of the questing gang. everything spirals from there. she seems really dull and a bit entitled but on the inside she's making such leaps to conclusions that she is my secret favourite

Melyde is a street singer who, at the start of the story, earnt a conduit bond with a necklace made by the ancient witch (someone threw it at her when she was performing). previously she had no magic (quite rare to have NONE most people just have very weak) but after forming the bond she became about the second most powerful witch after Selma. unfortunately she had precisely zero control over it and accidentally lured half the city to watch her perform and give her money, so Selma and the gang (just Ane and Enith at that point) had to step in and get her to join the gang so Selma could teach her magic properly. you can tell Mel and Selma are in love because their colour schemes make up the lesbian flag. melyde's whole shtick is being very brave and stubborn and while she may be the most pointless character of the gang she means a lot to me

Enith (with a VOICED TH) is the gang's navigator and the first person Selma and Ane recruited to join them. she is from the deep ocean and has an unfashionable haircut because she's making a statement! and I love her. she spent her childhood mapping out the cave system behind her house and when she was older she moved to the capital city to run a tour guide and map making shop because she didn't want to work in her parents' glass making business. she's also got no magic of her own. she's very kind and friendly until her parents are killed at the end of part one (spoilers) after which she becomes angry impatient and withdrawn. I got her name by misspelling enid as enidd, which my brain read as enith because of welsh phonetics. love her!!

Isther (isster) has I think the most duality out of the characters. she fluctuates between poor little traumatised baby and lying vengeful murderous little shit. the gang found her when they accidentally got into the huge sealed-off cave where all the sea monsters were imprisoned after the big attacks 15 years ago and for some reason she was imprisoned there too?? how odd. they freed her and she joined the group. she's actually the witch who controls the sea monsters though she doesn't know that until the end of part 1 and she wasn't born murderous.. unfortunately still a liar and she does end up being (one of) the actual villains even if she was manipulated into it a bit. she could've been ok. she could've been ok!! Ane could've fixed her honestly there's something a little jackieshauna about them (pink and green, homoerotic friendship ended by violent betrayal)

Calen is Anemone’s older brother and the king. he's not a main character but I feel obligated to mention him. he has Issues about his mother. probably the closest to morally grey out of all the non-villain characters because he ends up using child soldiers because he can't beat an angsty 17 year old and her 5-6 uncreative sea monsters

that's them!! thank you for asking about my goobers

#🧜‍♀️🌪🌊#tag changed

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gatabella · 2 years

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"When I was a teenager, my parents might have thought I was a little crazy for going out dressed the way I did - vintage hats and dresses paired with corsets mostly. Sometimes I would even dress in man drag Dietrich style. When I was 18, I remember being inspired by an erotic novel by Anais Nin and I wanted to dress like a lesbian in 1930s Paris, so I found a vintage tuxedo, combed my hair into marcel waves, and trotted out the door, Bakelite cigar holder hanging from my burgundy lips. They were probably more amused by me than anything, not horrified."

- Dita von Teese

#dita von teese #marlene dietrich #anais nïn #quote #style #fashion #top hat #tuxedo

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daydream-cement · 1 year

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Hello, I just wanted to let you know that your Larissa ffs are so wonderful 💖 thank you so much.

I had a one-shot idea/ request whilst listening to this song. I thought it would be cute to have Larissa go to a lesbian nightclub, but have her all nervous and bump into OC (or reader) and have them interact all flirty and dance together really close. Lots of sexual tension and eventual smut? Idk, just a thought :) I hope you have a wonderful day

Strangers in a Bar

Larissa Weems x f!reader (NSFW)

Authors Note: I had an anonymous request for a reader taller than Larissa so I am combing it with this idea!!! SO ANON I HOPE YOU SEE THIS AND DONT THINK I FORGOT YOU!!!

Your eyes were glued to the tall blonde as soon as you entered the lesbian bar. You had been out with your friends all evening and just at the mere sight of her, you knew who you wanted to go home with.

"Hi, my name is y/n. What's a pretty girl like you doing in a bar like this?" You approach her from behind as she leaned against the bar, talking to a friend. She turns to face you, her eyes staring at you chest, creeping upward to look you in the face. Her eyes were wide. It wasn't often that she had to look up at the people who flirted with her.

"I..." She paused for a moment, a smile and usual head tilt gracing her features. Her eyes looked back down, scanning you from your feet all they way up to your face, "...was looking for you. My name is Larissa.”

You liked her fire. The mutual flirtation was nice, "Anyone taking you home tonight, Larissa?”

Her name tasted wonderfully on your tongue, but you were sure that she would taste even better. She tilted her head upwards, glancing down at your lips and licking her own, “Just you, I think."

“Care to dance?” Your hand creeps forward slowly coming to rest on her hip. You straightened your back out, wanting to fully look down at her.

Larissa took a step closer into your embrace, allowing your hand to drift down her back and rest above her ass. Your fingers daring to inch lower.

“Lead the way…”

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Larissa’s heart was racing. She had flirted with such a false bravado and confidence that she was now dancing with you in the middle of the club. Part of her felt like she was in too deep. Her college friends convinced her to come with them and she had been so nervous. With you, her accelerated heart beat was more due to the anticipation of what was to come.

You held eye contact as much as possible with Larissa. You gripped her hips and held her close as you danced. She seemed a little tense at first, but when her arms reached up to wrap around your neck to pull you closer you know she had loosened up.

Your dancing progressed until you were lost in one another. You adored when she turned around at one point, allowing you like to grind against her ass. You arm drifted around her waist, holding her against your body.

It wasn’t often that you found such a gorgeous woman that was almost your height. You knew that she would be an absolute delight later when you took her back to your apartment.

Larissa turned around in your arms. The music was pounding, but she drew you in close so she could speak right in your ear, “Maybe we should get out of here…”

God, she was the woman of your dreams. You responded to her by bringing your hand up to the back of her head, pulling her into a hungry kiss. Lariss’s hands came up to your hair and returned the kiss with the same fervor.

Larissa was the one to pull apart the kiss, taking your hand and weaving your fingers together so she could pull you from the crowd. When she pulled you out of the club, you pulled her against you and pressed her to the brick wall outside, pressing another rough kiss to her lips. Her hands were on the sides of your face and your hands gripped her hips.

When you parted, Larissa let out a little laugh and pressed a quick kiss to your lips before speaking, “You are you taking me to your place or what?”

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Larissa was once again nervous when she walked into your apartment. She didn’t partake in casual hookups like this, so she didn’t know what to do next. You gently closed the front door and took her hand, pulling her against you once more. Your hand rose to her cheek and you pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

Larissa felt her nervousness rising as you reached your hands to her back and slowly pulling down the zipper to her dress. You guided the dress over her shoulders and she let it drop to the floor. You make it a point to pull away so you could admire her, “Beautiful…”

Her body lit a fire in you. She looked so vulnerable in front of you. You leaned forward, your forehead pressing against hers when you whispered, “Do you want me to fuck you?”

Larissa felt her heart stop in that moment. It wasn’t often that a tall gorgeous woman such as yourself offered to top her. She felt herself nod quietly, “Please…”

You took her hand, walking backwards towards your bedroom. Once there, you pressed a kiss to her hand and pushed her backwards towards the bed. Larissa took the cue to sit. She leaned back on her elbows and watched you.

You pulled off your shirt, tossing it to the side, then you unbuckled your belt. Seeing her half-naked there before you made you forget about undressing. You fell to your knees, kissing up her shin to her knee and then repeating the process on her other leg. Gently, you guide her legs open, kissing the exposed flesh of her thighs. You can feel the shivers that run across her skin.

You skip over her panty clad pussy and begin kissing her stomach up to her breasts. You smile as the hook to her bra is in the front. Nimbly, you undo the clasp and move the fabric away from her breasts. Your mouth moved over a nipple and you begin sucking, pulling at it with your teeth. Your hand moves to cover her other breast, gently twisting at her other nipple.

Larissa was biting her lips, trying to hold back the moans, but her body betrayed her. Her moans spurred you on. You release her nipple and begin sucking at her flesh, hoping to leave a few dark bruises for her to find later. You move to her other breast, paying it the same attention with your mouth.

Up you move again, kissing at her neck and up to her lips, “Tell me what you want…”

“Fuck me, please.”

“Please? Such a good girl…”

Larissa felt a waterfall between her legs. Good girl? No one had ever praised her like that. Usually she was the one doing the praising.

You pressed a final kiss to her lips and moved back down. She seemed so put together. You sucked at the flesh of her neck, eliciting a guttural moan from the pale woman beneath you. You moved down lower, pressing kisses down her collarbone and to her sternum. You kissed down her stomach and stopped when you settled back to your knees, ready to eat her pussy.

You gingerly guided her panties down her legs and in response she squirmed with anticipation. Tossing her panties to the side, you move a teasing hand to her pussy, opening her lips with two fingers. You blow air against her clit before dipping your tongue down into her. Your tongue moved up and down her slit, pausing every so often to circle her clit. Your arms wrapped themselves around her, your hands resting on her pelvis to try and keep her hips still.

She rocked herself against your mouth, a string of curses leaving hers, “Fucking hell. Oh my god, fuck me. Shit…”

You keep up your licking and sucking, bringing her closer to the edge. Her body began to tense up and you knew she was close. You focus in on her bud, circling it rapidly. That was enough for Larissa, her hands that once gripped the sheets now wove themselves into your hair. Her hips bucked into your mouth as she came.

As she came down off her orgasm, you fetched your strap-on. Finally, you dropped your pants to put on the strap. You adjusted it to yourself and approached her once more.

You gently cooed to her, “Come here baby.”

Larissa sat up slowly and you wrapped a hand around the fake cock, holding it out to her, “Suck it.”

Larissa couldn’t have looked hotter sucking on the blue strap-on. She stuck out her tongue and opened her mouth wide. Her hand came up to grasp the cock, shooing your hand away. As she sucked on the plastic dick, her eyes looked up at you in a way that almost made your knees weak.

You put a hand into her hair, running a hand through her blonde locks, “Look at you… So beautiful sucking on my cock.”

Larissa hummed with delight as she released the cock with a popping noise.

“Get on all fours, baby.” You take her chin between your fingers, tilting her face up to meet your gaze and wiping a bit of drool from the corner of her mouth, “I’m gonna fuck you now.”

Larissa wasted no time getting into position for you, even arching her back by resting her chest down to the bed. Her ass was out for the taking. You lift a hand to her dripping cunt, spreading her open with your fingers and using your other hand to guide the cock into her.

You give her a few thrusts to adjust, but between moans she said, “Fuck me harder…” and you just had to oblige the pretty woman’s wishes. You begin thrusting into her with deep, hard strokes, your hands on her hips, pulling them towards you with each thrust.

Her moans and groans brought you more pleasure than anything. You had her whimpering with every thrust. You bring one hand around her waist, and beginning rubbing her clit.

Larissa had never had someone fuck her like this. She had always been the dominant one in the bedroom, but relinquishing control to you was incredible. She could feel her wetness dripping down her legs as you continued fucking her. She knew she wouldn’t last much longer

“Please make me cum…” Larissa begged you.

“Such a good girl using your manners…” You leaned over and purred into her ear. You brought a hand around her throat, bringing her up so her back was flush with your front. You other hand wrapped around her middle as you quickened your pace, absolutely demolishing her cunt.

“Fuck!” Larissa cried out with a final orgasm.

She was absolutely spent as you released her from your grasp, allowing her to lay back down on the bed. You pulled out of her and spoke to her as you removed the strap-on from your body, “Care to spend the night? I make good pancakes.”

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Chapter 11 - In Between

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Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader

Summary: Things are looking up for you and Suguru, but the looming deadline of graduation has unlocked a new fear.

Also Utahime.

Genre:**College AU**

Story Warning: Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Oral (Female Receiving), Toxic Behavior, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Lesbian Sex (oral), Profanity

Suguru Art by: Ilameys

Soft gasps echo throughout the empty stairwell, lewd smacking noises following close behind each breath. If anyone were to enter this space, they’d surely know what was happening. And yet, as you glanced down at the head of long raven hair pulled back in a ponytail settled between your thighs, you couldn’t bring yourself to give a single shit.

Especially when Suguru flattens his tongue against your clit just before he wraps his lips around the sensitive nub and sucks gently. The action has your knees shaking. You hook your fingers through the hair tie just barely holding those beautiful locks up before you pull it off, watching as the tresses cascade down Suguru’s back, around his shoulders. You run your fingers through the strands, tilting your head back against the wall. Suguru lifts one of your legs to hook over his shoulder, moving deeper between your legs. You can't stop the loud moan that rushes past your lips.

“Oh fuck, we sh-should make bets like this all the time if it’s always gonna end up like this,” you sigh, legs trembling as you inch closer to your impending release.

Suguru runs a hand along your thigh, mumbling a muffled, “please shut up”.

You peer down at the dark haired man between your thighs, unable to keep the shit eating grin off your face. You throw your head back and laugh, not caring that it carries through the empty space. “No way. You should’ve seen your stupid – ohhh shit, right there – ah, you should’ve seen your stupid face when Professor handed back the tests.”

You giggle, remembering the way Suguru’s entire face contorted when you’d compared grades after getting your tests back. He damn near blew the roof off the building when he saw you’d scored two points higher on the exam than he did.

This wouldn’t have meant anything normally, but the last time you’d had sex with each other, you somehow got in an argument about grades. Spent the entire time shit talking each other as Suguru bent you over the bed and absolutely destroyed you from behind. Afterwards, Suguru initiated a bet that he would score higher on the next exam than you. No studying together, no seeing each other until the test unless in class. Loser does whatever the winner wants.

And that’s how you ended up here with Suguru on his knees and face buried in your cunt.

“It’s so funny – ah – watching you spiral when I get a better grade than you. You look so fucking du–”

You yelp when you feel Suguru nip your inner thigh hard and your eyes drift down to the quickly swelling spot that darkens by the second with a bruise. Your gaze then drifts back to the man kneeling before you. His golden eyes glare up at you, scowling pink lips glistening with your arousal. “Do you ever shut the fuck up?” He snarls.

Of course he’s throwing a tantrum, the sore fucking loser.

Your lips curl down with a frown, brows knitting together. You comb your fingers gently through Suguru’s dark locks before you tighten your grip as hard as you can, making him inhale sharply at the sudden pain. You yank his head back roughly so he’s forced to look at you and you could swear you see his cock jump within the confines of his shorts. He’s such a freak. You smirk down at him despite the matching glare you give him right back. “How about you shut the fuck up, stop being a sore loser and hold up your end of the bet, monkey?”

You force him forward, burying his face in your pussy, his thick tongue immediately darting out to lick through your folds until he finds your clit. He wraps his lips around the swollen bud and sucks, pulling a loud gasp from you. You lean your head back against the wall again, rolling your hips forward to ride Suguru’s face.

Since you and Suguru had confessed your feelings and fully given yourselves to each other, you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. It started off as gentle trysts with each other in one of your bedrooms and soon became Suguru bending you over wherever he could, his hand pressed against your head as he held you down, slamming into you at a relentless pace.

He had to have you always. And you had to have him.

“God, when you make your mouth useful, it’s so much better.”

You roll your hips forward, moaning loudly when Suguru meets the movement with his tongue, running it flat over your clit. You’re so close, breaths coming hard and fast. Suguru’s hands find your ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he groans into your core. And it’s enough to push you over the edge, your head falling back as your mouth opens to cry out your release.

It echoes through the hall for a split second before Suguru presses his mouth to yours, quickly standing to swallow every moan as he slips two fingers into your pulsing cunt, using them to fuck you through your release. Your tongues collide, and you gasp into his mouth when you taste yourself on his tongue. The kiss is messy, all slick and saliva mingling between you and it makes you sigh into Suguru’s mouth with how erotic this feels. It’s all still new to you. Suguru has been your first for everything. Every experience is brand new with him, taking you to new heights.

“You’re so damn loud all the time,” Suguru chides quietly, though his voice holds no irritation. He’s grinning as he leans down to pick your panties up from off the floor, pocketing them quickly as he stands. You adjust your skirt, clearing your throat.

“I saw that, creep,” you tell him, fixing him with a deadpan stare as you hold your hand out to him.

Suguru rolls his eyes, reaching into his pocket to fish out your panties before he slaps them into your palm.

“And maybe I wouldn’t be so loud if you weren’t so…” You try to gather your thoughts, not wanting to give Suguru a bigger fucking ego than he already has. “Weren’t so…”

Suguru smirks smugly. “So…what, stupid? Soooo good at eating you out?”

“No!” You shriek, face heating as your voice echoes through the stairwell once again.

“Sooooo good at fucking you?” Suguru offers, his brow quirking up suggestively. You shove him back, stepping away from the wall and descending the stairs to leave.

“I don’t have any experience to compare you to, anyway,” you grumble and you hear Suguru mutter a hushed “good” behind you. “I fucking hate you.”

Suguru is next to you in a few seconds, arm slinging over your shoulders and pulling you into his side. “No, you fucking love me. You said it yourself.”

You can’t fight back the tug of your lips as you roll your eyes, your racing heart having little to do with the intense climax you just had mere minutes ago. It’s true. You loved Suguru. Some part of you thinks it was some bizarre love at first sight thing that happened when you’d met. Now that you can openly acknowledge your feelings, it’s freeing.

........

Suguru walks you home, kissing you sweetly a million times before he finally lets you go inside. You swear he’s obsessed with you. You’d be lying if you said the feeling isn't mutual. You love your monkey man. You set your things down in your room, taking out materials to study. Finals are rapidly approaching and you need to keep your GPA as high as possible to keep the valedictorian title within your grasp.

It hits you then. You and Suguru are at the top of your class as far as you can remember, still gunning for the top spot above all other students. Honestly, the last few weeks of the semester have been such a whirlwind, you haven’t kept up much with your current academic standing at all. Your initial relationship began because of both your desires to be at the top of the class. Now that the finish line was in view, you wondered what it would mean for you both if either of you won over the other.

It would be very fucking immature of either of you to be upset enough to end your relationship over the valedictorian title, right?

You rub your eyes, biting back an annoyed groan because you and Suguru are very fucking immature when it comes to your academics. You don’t want to lose him over you winning. Or what if he won? That asshole would never let you live it down!

Ugh. You can’t think about this right now. You open your laptop as you take a seat at your desk. When the screen loads, the first thing that pops up is an email from your academic advisor requesting to schedule a meeting next week regarding your graduation. You accept the invite, quickly logging the meeting on the calendar on your phone. You set your phone face down on your desk, then move on to pulling up your study materials.

About an hour into your study session, your phone buzzes. You ignore it, wanting to stay focused on the task at hand. It’s likely Suguru and he knows you’re studying. He’ll usually send a text and when he doesn’t get a response, he’ll just wait for you to get back to him. It’s nice having a boyfriend who’s so understanding and now that you’re no longer dating Satoru, Suguru has tucked his crazy away and no longer blows your phone up when you don’t reply in .25 seconds.

You keep your attention glued to your computer screen, absorbing the information and making notes. You’re about to move on to your next subject when you hear the door to your apartment slam shut. Utahime must be home.

Things with you and Utahime have definitely been less tense in the past few weeks. Now that you’d sat down and really talked out the whole Suguru situation, Utahime confessed that she was more mad at herself than you for being so stupidly blind to your obvious attraction to each other. She admitted she was just being stubborn and holding a grudge, but that she was over it. She was happy if you were happy.

You’d also spoken to Satoru, who told you he only wanted the best for you and his best friend. He was hurt that the both of you had hidden your feelings for each other from him, but ultimately just wanted you both to be happy.

“And hey if…you know, you guys ever find yourselves wanting to spice it up in the bedroom…gimme a call,” Satoru offered with a wink after your conversation. You thought he was joking, but with the way he held your gaze, you weren’t too sure. Suguru however, didn’t appreciate the joke and threatened to kick his ass if he made a move again. This only prompted a raucous laugh from Satoru and an “as if you could” in response. Aside from the tension that followed between the boys for days after (Suguru really wanted to kill Satoru), all was good between your ex and your roomie.

You find a good stopping point shortly after the door closes, setting your pen down and stretching. You want to catch up with Utahime. Given finals approaching and Utahime’s extracurriculars, you didn’t even get your morning jogs in together anymore. You rise from your seat and lift your arms, stretching your back until it pops. Your body is so stiff. It’ll be good to move around and take a break for a bit.

You grab your phone from your desk as you make your way to the door. But as you reach for the doorknob, you hear labored breathing, small pants and gasps coming from the living room. There’s a loud thud, an indication that something hit the floor and your heart beats with panic.

Is Utahime home? You don’t want to leave your room in case it’s not her. Oh fuck, what if it’s an intruder? A home break in? What do you do?

You turn on your phone, seeing messages from both Utahime and Suguru.

Utahime: Are you home? Should be there soon

Utahime: Ten minutes and no answer, so I’ll just assume you’re out. See you tonight

These were sent over an hour ago and she’s just now getting home? That’s a little unlike her, but you breathe a sigh of relief realizing it is just Utahime. Though you’re not sure what all the noise is about. She usually comes in pretty quietly, so it surprised you to hear all the commotion. It’s getting louder now, muffled, but still loud enough for you to hear all the way in your room.

You turn the doorknob and move down the hall towards the living room. If Utahime is here, you hope she’s alright. Maybe she injured herself at her track practice and she’s in pain. If that’s the case, you can just grab her some ice. You round the corner at the end of the hall.

“Hey, Hime! Sorry I didn’t see your texts. I was studying and–”

A soft moan cuts through the air and as you enter the living room, the sight before you makes you gasp with surprise.

“SHIT!” Utahime shrieks from her seat on the couch and you see her scrambling to cover herself up…as well as the woman between her legs. Your mouth falls open, taking in the scene unfolding before you; Utahime with a couch cushion covering her lower half and a very tired brunette woman lifting herself out from beneath the pillow Utahime is practically suffocating her with to sit back on her knees on the floor.

“Oh– um…I–...” you stumble over your words, turning your head from the scene in front of you. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, Hime! I–”

“I asked if you were home!” Utahime cries, face red with embarrassment.

“I know!”

“You didn’t answer!”

“I know!”

“Hey,” the woman on the floor chimes in and you turn your head to look at her again, taking care not to make eye contact with Utahime. The woman’s long brown hair sticks to her face with sweat and…you’re sure other bodily fluids. She’s pretty, her tired brown eyes accentuated by deep purple bags beneath them and a pretty mole sitting high on her cheek. “I’m Shoko.”

“H-hey, Shoko. Nice to meet you.”

Utahime groans from the couch. “Do you mind?” She grits out, motioning between herself and Shoko.

“Yep! Sorry, I’ll just fuck right off. I mean–. I’m just…gonna make myself scarce. Head over to Suguru’s.”

Utahime nods and Shoko only mildly perks up. “Suguru Geto?” She asks from her seat on the floor between Utahime’s legs. You nod stiffly. “Tell him and that idiot Satoru I said hi then.”

Again, you give her another stiff nod, turning quickly on your heel to get to your room.

You throw all of your study materials and your laptop into your bag before you head into your closet to grab a set of clothes for tomorrow. Suguru already keeps your bathroom essentials at his place, so you don’t have to worry about those.

You tiptoe down the hallway, carefully peeking around the corner to find the couch back in order. Utahime and her new friend are nowhere to be seen. You assume they may have gone to Utahime’s room. Without wasting another moment, you shuffle across the livingroom and out the front door of the apartment. You lock the door quickly before you pull out your phone, calling Suguru immediately as you make your way to his apartment across campus.

He answers on the first ring.

“Hey, stupid,” he greets you as normal. “How was stud–”

“Shhhh shut the fuck up,” you whisper frantically, though you’re outside and there’s no one around. You rush through the courtyard, Suguru’s apartment building within your view. “Suguru, you won’t fucking believe what I just saw.”

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Queer Charecters in One Peice.

The queer community lives and dies but those who remain in sight. What constitutes this sight? From top down, it's Activism. Advocating for yourself, those around you and those you will never see. Community, advocating for yourself and those around you. Then there is seeing yourself as something worthy of protecting, worthy of expression. Worthy to speak in your own defense. That was an exceedingly pretentious opening for a post regarding one piece and its themes but I do believe that it's a good flat layer in which we can build our understanding of the importance of seeing Militant Queer characters.

To be militant means to be combative and aggressive in support of a political or social cause, often in favor of extreme and confrontational methods. It is often shown to be a negative state of being. Survivors of the rise of JpegTubers angrily waving their stick puppet around yapping yelping and parking because a lesbian was miffed that she was only socially acceptable as a tab on someone's browser may sit this explanation out, please enjoy the cookies, pizza and soda left outside of the seminar hall, don't bitch about them being store brand tho.

We still see this bastardization of what it means to be militant in shows and movies, Milquetoast hand wringing writers eager to join the laughs at the straw men they crafted with dyed hair and pronouns waved about to pantomime the faux outrage they believe comes with being militant. “Ah yes, those Snowflakes will most certainly care that I'm placing this Sticker on the back of my truck~! Mmmm, their outrage, delightful, tasty, a Special Little treat for a Special Little Man~ WAIT NO, BIG MAN, BIG MAN, BEHOLD THE BALLS ON MY TRUCK, A SIGN THAT MY OWN BALLS ARE JUST AS SWOLLEN AND ENGORGED, A BEACON OF MASCULINITY THAT ANY MEDICAL PRACTITIONER WILL WEEP AT!” What was I talking about…?

Oh yeah if i ask you to come up with a list of characters that follow this little diddy. A well meaning, white suburbanite, oft well to do who is overly vocale on social issues much to the detriment to their own social circles. Switching the tracks, a young black woman with a protective hairstyle or Big afro. Maybe a green jacket in most weathers.Attends rallies and goes about abusing bullhorns via shouting about black issues, often alienating her from her own friend group or creating discord between them because she may have white friends that are rather Perturbed by her rhetoric. The second may be played to attempt a positive characterization but it still comes from the same hay bale.

This character comes from a shift in public perception that the Advocates words must be genial and pleasant if it is to make the mark. That their struggles must be made palatable and consumable to the larger audience if they are to be accepted. Of course this is a larger load of shit then the streets of london prior to the advent of public plumbing.

Yes this is the Malcom x vs Martin luther bullshit again, a million smarter authors have penned this shit enough time for the squids to beg for a bit reprieve and I promise i'm not going to go over it to much as I have nothing clever to say on it aside from a brief summary of pop cultural digestion and acidic markings.

Martin Luther is seen as the Soft Figure, the Proper advocate. The one that will go to a place and make a heart warming street and march and hope the police will beat them a little bit softer or hope the towns water pressure isnt as bad (an unforgivable assertion by the by, those marches were massively disruptive, you cant march that many people down a large street and not have it be in some way fucking disrubtive.) This gets turned into someone like Professor X, one who balks at his own power and helps humanity in hopes of appealing to the shared empathy of all. This is contrasted to Malcolm X, the black panther movement, the Threat of violence in service to a social cause. The Scary Other. This is morphed to magneto, the one who demands mutant acceptance now but is revealed to be a mutant supremacist. Song Meet Dance.

Now what the fuck does all of this have to do with one piece? Simple. It is the story of the Militant Other.

But do I hear someone say, it's a shounen manga that's filled with gratuitous fighting! Of course we're going to see those labeled as the “other” being militant! Well I must simply retort that you are trespassing, please leave im vary scared, im holding a sword and quivering in place, my fucking teeth are chattering, get out please, you can have a bottle of water on your way out but take no more I beg of thee.

The story of one piece is about characters that are othered at birth, made others by circumstance and society or choosing to embrace their otherness and becoming militant. Who shall we look at first? The main character?! Oh you treat me so well, what a delight~!

Now Luffy and his story isn't inherently tied to him being queer but it sets up a very clear arc path for other queer characters that we will see later on in this post. If you are not aware, luffy is almost violently asexual, by violent i mean in that way that if I was an obnoxious power scaler i could easily list it as a power feat. please note the episode when he first met boa hancock, a woman drawn to be sexually attractive with the explicit power of turning people who find her cute or attractive into stone. Luffy gets hit with this and just ignores it. Fuck you it counts and I like it… ok im sorry, i dont know how you reacted to that information, that was so rude of me, im so sorry, please sit down, you can have another water bottle ontop of the courtesy failed robbery water bottle you recived. Please try to remain hydrated.

Funny aside, Luffy is Himself. He is always Himself. There is no situation in which he can act as anything other than himself in all situations the self that he embodies is indelible. He understands this about himself thus surrounds himself with people that are able to not change the self but help the self become more with the promise of the same happening to those around him.

He is also astoundingly passionate in what he believes in, he is passionate about the causes of his friends, he is passionate about the causes of people he finds to be good. This passion often shows itself as Extreme, Violent and one may even say Confrontational. Of course some may not consider punching someone directly in the face multiple times as confrontational but apply your better judgment to this matter as you consider it.

Luffy is a militant activist. When he supports a cause, it's mostly for its ideological aspects. He believes that people should be free in the most basic of terms, they should be free to travel, grow, eat, laugh. Anything that hinders that is a direct insult to Luffy's ongoing system of thought and means you are going to be punched or ignored.

Lets keep going down the line to see who else fits in this theme, shall we? No? What the fuck man? I gave you two water bottles, and they're like…Good water bottles, they don't even have those squiggly walls, they're like… smooth plastic square bottles.

Well I'm going with or without you, starting with my beloved Bon clay. We meet bon prior to the start of the alabasta arc, fished out of the water by the straw hat crew in which he gives his express thanks, here we are given a stark humanization. We get to see him eagerly match pace with the energy of the crew, eagerly feeding into their jokes, showing off his powers, laughing with them.

A side note. Laughing has always been made a huge deal in one piece, whether it's the other characters' starkly unique laughs or most arcs ending off with the crew and cast laughing. It's a show of celebration, that you are in a joyous mood, that you are Happy. I wonder if that's important to any narrative theme… anyways

I think this is all astoundingly important because they show bon clay as a fun weirdo who is in love with the self they have become before they are shown as a part of the villains crew. It establishes that they are more than their narrative born role as a minor antagonist, they are a complex human that is capable of complex thoughts and ideology. Show cased by the end of the arc, the exact moment that i fell in love with them, like really fucking hard. I'm talking about running into senpai, bread in mouth. My hearts going doki doki, doctors are flipping shit trying to label it as heart arrhythmia but oh no it's not you P.H.Dick it's the power of love burning like a goddamn cyclone smashing into a oil refinery, that explosion isn't disrupting the wind flow but it is sucking up those flames like a really well thought out sexual innuendo that your super duper impressed by and think is really funny and want to congratulate me on for making such a cool sexual joke.

They sacrifices himself in order to allow the straw hats to escape from alabasta. Ending their appearance with a heartfelt farewell to the crew that they have fought with only a day ago, that he was willing to kill on orders a day ago. Leaving them with the words

“One may stray from the path of a man, one may stray from the path of a woman, but we never stray from the path of a human.”

FUCK THATS A REALLY GOOD LINE, anyways we see him again later in impel down in one of the hell layers, with even the scorching heat and arid air unable to squash his eccentric personality like the god damn wonder they are. Dancing in the depths of hell they soon hear that luffy has broken in and rush lower through the layers to meet up with them, Eager to join up and fight with him.

Again, we are seeing behavior Vary similar to luffy, that actions which serve their passions are to be taken always. A passion for friendship, loyalty, all of that. The willingness to serve time in a massive human rights violation of a prison…ok thats a little vague, thats most prisons… Anyways we do get to see more of bon clay's belief system as we meet both our next queer character and our next militant character.

Ivankov. They to me are the true exemplification of all three levels of advocacy in service to a group of peoples existence. At the most basic level, ivankov cannot hide who they are, it's impossible, I mean look at her! He has powers that can increase the size of their face, they wear makeup so thick it can be peeled off, they are Violently of the self.

For their community, we have the new kama queendom, she has created a paradise in the depths of super hell jail to protect those around her. Even outside of the jail he has done much of the same by creating the okama queendom, the island outside of government control in which men and women flock in order to be able to express their true selves. Notably, despite ivenkovs ability to turn men into women, many of them do not make use of this power. They are free to express themselves without the expectation of fitting into that role visually. That's the community aspect to me.

Then we get the more militant activism, ivenkovs role as a member of the revolutionary army. The way he provides an outpost in the middle of the grand line, his funding through his miracle medical work, his willingness to fight for those she will never ever see.

And there are more, we see other queer characters in the revolutionary army, and they have yet to be shown in any sort of negative light. Their militant activism, their willingness to fight and rally others to fight for a cause is shown to be positive.

The desire to fight for a cause throughout one piece is shown to be an overall positive cause, all forms of it. Whether it's through the more peaceful methods such as otohime or through violence and confrontation such as Fisher tiger.

So to reiterate because this is getting hella long, I love One Piece because it allows its queer characters to fight for what they believe in, in any way that they desire. That queer characters are allowed to be weird, they are allowed to be evil, they are ugly, beautiful, powerful, anything and everything!

Thank you for reading.

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Spies AU - Part 11

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11th November 2015

Robin was a fucking life line. When Steve had called her after everything that happened, she’d talked him down from the proverbial ledge, stopped him from going out to try and track Eddie’s whereabouts, kidnap him and hide him away in his safe room.

She’d asked him how he even planned on finding him? The man was a master at what he did, and if he didn’t want to be found, he wouldn’t be.

So Steve was stuck pouting in the training room, sparring with anyone who’d be willing to go up against him or hanging around at Robin’s desk, annoying the shit out of her while she tried to organise and figure out their next move with Creel while also surreptitiously keeping her eyes and ears out for any sign of Eddie.

Of which there had been none.

It wasn’t that unusual. The man was a ghost and that was by design but even then there had always been whispers, rumours or an unusual body.

But ever since Eddie had left his apartment there had been nothing.

Steve let out another loud sigh, half draped over a spare office chair that he’d been idly spinning in and half draped over Robin’s desk.

Robin who’s hair was getting more and more frazzled the more and more irritated she got with his dramatic and completely necessary sighs.

He couldn’t help it, he was pining.

Hard.

She’d already had to put up with being told over and over again about their kiss, the lead up, the night before, all of it.

In excruciating detail.

Multiple times.

Steve inhaled again but Robin slapped a hand over his mouth before he could wistfully sigh one more time.

“I’d have more sympathy if you were actually moping, but you’re just here to be dramatic.”

“I am actually moping.” He said, pouting and muffled from behind her hand.

“No. A few weeks ago you were actually moping. Now you’ve mostly moved onto acceptance of your feelings but are bored and restless and bothering me at work.”

“I always bother you at work. Give me something to do, Robin!” His volume was getting louder along with the glares from the other analysts. “I’m going out of my mind, I haven’t had a lead on Creel in months, I’ve just been keeping his targets safe and trying to figure out Kas-”

Robin pressed her hand harder against his mouth, shutting him up with a look.

She was right.

He couldn’t be shouting about Kas here, where anyone on their side could hear and make the situation so much worse and anyone not on their side could get Eddie killed.

Hopper was still investigating the source of the leak, but it was slow going, combing through everyone department by department, scouring their backgrounds for anything that seemed slightly off.

But there had been nothing so far.

Once he’d closed his mouth and stayed quiet for a few seconds, Robin removed her hand with a frustrated huff.

“You’re lucky you have me, you know that Harrington? Because as it turns out I do have something for you to follow up with.”

Steve perked up almost immediately. “You’re the best, Robbie.” He grabbed her face and pulled her in, placing a wet kiss against her cheek while she tried to fight him off.

“Yes, I know, now get off me! You’re gonna cover me in boy cooties! Boy cooties are like lesbian repellent and I need to attract the lesbians.”

“Excuse you.” Steve said, poking her in the sides. “That’s bi erasure.”

“Wish I could erase you.” She muttered back.

He grinned at her. “What do you have for me?”

“A gala. Creel is holding some charity fundraising gala at his house that is almost definitely a way to launder his money or build up more connections or something equally as nefarious and sketchy.”

“At his house? Do people really do that? I thought that kind of thing only happened in The Sound Of Music.”

“He’s one of the richest men in the world, Steve.” Robin responded with a roll of her eyes. “He’s got a pretty big house.”

“Even my parents didn’t have enough space for a whole gala.” He muttered to himself.

“Your parents have nothing on Creel, babe.” She tapped away at her keyboard before pointing to an excel sheet that Steve couldn’t comprehend even if he tried. “I can get you in as a waiter?”

“A waiter? Oh no,” he shook his head, clasping his hands in front of his face, “Robin, Robbie, Bobby-Birdie-Bobert Buckley, please no.”

“Why not? It’s the best way to get information. You’ll be able to go behind the scenes and overhear conversations-”

“I know, I know but…” Steve gave her his best puppy dog eyes, “I never get to wear my tux and it’s so well fitted, I mean, you’ve seen my ass in that thing-”

She waved her hand in his face, not looking at him, scrolling through her excel sheet. “Yes, yes, yes, your ass looks edible and spankable in it, so you’ve said.”

“But Robbie,” he made his lip quiver when she glanced over at him, “I’m heartbroken. I’m pining. Don’t I deserve to feel good about myself?”

She growled in frustration. “Oh my god, fine! It’s going to take some manoeuvring but I think I can manage it.”

“Yes!” He whooped, earning hisses to have some manners from the other analysts around him. “I love you, Robbie. I owe you one.”

“Yes you fucking do. I’ll come to collect soon.”

“I don’t doubt it.” He spun around in his chair a few times before bringing himself to a sudden stop. “Do you think he’ll be there?”

Robin glanced over at him again and shrugged. “Maybe. He is a part of Creel’s inner circle after all.”

“Yeah but… not really? I don’t think? He’s… I don’t know how many of them actually know who he is. Or how many think he’s just a myth. There’s rumours Creel had hired an actor to play the part just to scare them into submission. Or that Creel makes up all the deaths. Or that multiple people do the killings attributed to him.”

“Maybe he will be. Maybe you can get on your knees- in an unsexy way, Steven, get that look off your face -and ask for his forgiveness. Maybe he won’t be and I’ll have to put up with more pining until you inevitably try to kill each other again. I honestly don’t know.”

Steve huffed. “Why don’t you know? Being omniscient is the least you could do for me.”

“I’m fucking working on it.”

18th November 2015

Steve couldn’t believe Robin had been able to swing this.

Hoity-toity events were difficult to get into at the best of times, never mind being a spy on a mission to take down the host.

But she’d done it.

Somehow.

The gala was fucking opulent.

Overly opulent, not even his parents would have been caught with such a gaudy interior.

Gold veined marble floors, multiple alcoves with life size Grecian style statues inset (though Steve had a suspicion some of them might have been original) and a high domed vaulted ceiling with small circular skylights and intricately painted designs.

It was such an overdone display of wealth, Steve wouldn’t have been surprised if Birkin bags were handed out like party favours.

Still there were worse ways to spend an evening. Sipping on champagne that probably cost $1,000 per glass and schmoozing with the rich and vapid members of the 1% now that he’d gotten all the information he needed.

He had watched everyone carefully, trying to work out who were those closest to Creel, who he bought from or sold to, who was on the higher levels. He kept an eye on the staff, observing who they tensed up around, when their smiles got a little more strained depending on who called them over, the looks they’d share with each other in passing.

He’d drifted around the space, slinking from group to group, using his charm and his hair to his advantage, striking up conversations with dazzling smiles and big wide eyed apologies when he ‘accidentally’ bumped into someone, inserting himself into their group without them even noticing.

Steve had been trained for this, well before he ever joined The Agency, being stuffed into itchy suits since the age of seven and forced to learn how to effectively talk in that mind numbing, self aggrandising way that all of these people seemed to excel in.

The only thing that was keeping him relatively sane was the knowledge that Robin was sitting in his head. All it would take was the flip of a switch on his hearing aid communicator to be able to bitch with her once this was over.

It all bored the shit out of him, this rich people play, but he was good at it, making his way through the various groups, young and old alike, all the while keeping his eye out for Creel, the security guards and hopefully, Eddie.

There hadn’t been a single sign of him amongst all the glittering dresses and satin pants stripes and he was starting to worry he wouldn’t see him before the night was out, even though he’d had no guarantees he’d be here anyway.

Steve knew he looked damn good in his dark green tux. The jacket was resting just right across his shoulders, the pants hugged his thighs and ass a little tighter than they should have but that was by design because, sue him, he liked to look amazing and there was no need to hide an ass like his.

He’d made sure his hair was artfully loose and messy, falling into his eyes in a slightly distressed way. Giving just the suggestion of bedhead that made him stand out amongst the slicked back hair and stiff updo’s.

And he smelled fantastic.

He had surrounded himself with bergamot and sandalwood, fresh and powdery and somewhat spicy.

And okay, maybe he had put in a little more effort with the hopes that Eddie’s eyes would be on him but he refused to blame himself for that.

He wanted to see him again.

Needed to see him again.

He needed to present his case, convince Eddie he’d never meant his friends or his family harm, earn his trust back and then maybe they could continue to kiss about it.

Creel hadn’t shown his face yet and according to Tommy and Carol, a couple about his age who Steve supposed he liked speaking to best, that wasn’t an unusual occurrence.

“Mr. Creel almost never attends his own parties.” Carol said, waving her champagne glass around. “Too hard at work. But, more champagne for us, right?”

“Right.” Steve nodded, darting his eyes around the ballroom again. There were couples dancing, swirling together to the music being played by the sinfonietta tucked away in a corner while Steve and his two current companions were a part of the crowd off to the side. There were guards positioned at every entrance and exit, appearing relaxed and pleasant but with eyes constantly scanning the room.

Steve had done his best to stay out of sight of them. No doubt they’d been required to memorise the guest list so they could greet everyone by name and though Robin had found him a gap, she wasn’t able to get him that far in.

He’d be discovered pretty quickly if anyone looked too hard.

Though, while he was positive he hadn’t been spotted, he had felt eyes on him for most of the night. A constant feeling at the back of his neck, sticking his hair in end and nearly making him shudder. But every time he would glance around, hoping to find out which guard was watching him, but no one was ever looking at him.

Except for now.

Now there was a guard weaving his way through the crowd, the way he held one arm slightly stiff to his side telling Steve he was armed. His eyes were locked on him, never once moving, even as he turned his face and gave pleasant smiles to whoever he was passing by, he was dead set on his target.

If Steve was confronted now, on the edge of the dance floor, it would cause a hell of a scene and he couldn’t afford that. If he was lucky he’d be able to disappear into the crowd and work his way around, going through the door the guard had just vacated before he got caught.

“Just you watch. In ten years time we’ll be using bitcoin to pay for everything.” Tommy droned on. “You'll be tipping your waitresses and buying your groceries with it. And I'll be sitting right at the top. All of this?" He gestured to the opulence around them before pulling Carol into his side. "Will be the lower end of the scale for us."

“I’m sorry to have to cut you off.” Steve was not sorry in the slightest, but still. Polite society and all that. “But I really must make a quick run to the bathroom, you’ll excuse me.”

When in doubt, make them uncomfortable. Always worked.

“Oh my, yes. Please don’t let us stop you.” Carol waved him off, a little frantically, her face glowing pink.

Steve didn’t wait for any other response, ducking down as far as he could without drawing attention to himself and weaving himself back into the crowd.

Moving as fast as he could, Steve wound his way around the other guests, keeping his head low and making for the now unguarded door, but as his exit came into sight, a body appeared in front of him.

“Sir, we’re going to need you to come with us.” The guard spoke low enough for Steve to hear but not loud enough to catch the attention of the others around him.

Through the crowd Steve could see other guards approaching, the same tense posture telling him they were also armed and determined.

Fuck.

Steve put on his most charming smile, adding a little confusion on top in the hopes he could talk his way out of this.

“Is there a problem?”

The guard matched his smile. “Not at all, sir.” He held his hand out, directing Steve towards that exit he had been heading for.

Before Steve could answer he felt an arm slide around his waist, coming to settle possessively right over his hip. His whole body tensed up at the touch, ready to fight his way out if he had to.

“Sorry I’m late, sweetheart.”

Eddie’s voice washed over him, his lips brushing over his ear and sending a shiver down his spine, immediately loosening the tension in his shoulders and drawing him into his side like a magnet. He could probably sense the internal sigh of relief that Steve let out.

There was something intoxicating about having him so close.

Close enough to smell.

He smelled so fucking good, it was unfair.

Woody and spicy and masculine and fucking addicting. Something like leather and oakmoss and pepper was invading Steve’s senses and he had to stop himself from licking it off Eddie’s fucking neck.

Underneath it all, Steve knew he should be worried. Eddie might still have it out for him, maybe just playing with him a little bit before he killed him, like he had all those months ago when they’d first met.

But even though all that was a possibility, a strong possibility, Steve couldn’t find it within himself to care.

Eddie was here.

He was here and he was intoxicating.

“Everything alright?” Eddie asked the guards and Steve snapped out of it, realising he’d been staring at the side of Eddie’s face the whole time, healed and beautiful and bright.

The guard glanced between them, eyes lingering on Eddie a little longer than they did on Steve before nodding curtly at the both of them. “Just a simple misunderstanding, sir.”

Before Steve could respond with anything coherent, he was whisked away by Eddie’s arm across his back and his hand still held tight to his hip.

“Wh-”

Steve was whirled around, forced to bring his hands up to Eddie’s shoulders to steady himself.

“Care to dance, sweetheart?”

Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah, Steve wanted to dance but…

There was something wrong.

Something was off.

Eddie was strung tight like a bow. His shoulders were ridgid under Steve’s hands and though his face was smiling and easy, there were small stress indicators lighting him up. Small creases by his eyes, a slight worry in his brow, a tension in his lips and his neck.

Something was wrong.

Steve nodded.

“Yeah. I’d love to.”

Eddie’s smile grew blinding though it didn’t fully reach his eyes. Steve was pulled forward with a hand at the small of his back until he was pressed against Eddie’s body, chest to chest and swept backwards onto the dance floor.

He couldn’t take his eyes off him, going wherever he led. He didn’t know who was around him, he didn’t know where in the ballroom he was anymore, where the exits were, where the people he needed to watch out for were, all he could see was Eddie.

He could barely hear the music over his own rushing heartbeat and thrumming blood.

He was so fucked.

How had Eddie managed to get under his skin so easily? Steve knew, he knew he was playing a dangerous game right now, putting all his trust in this master assassin to not take him the fuck out like he'd threatened to the last time they saw each other.

He was just lost in those fucking eyes.

Those eyes that were glittering under the chandelier light, reflecting the candles on various hors d'oeuvres tables while they spun.

And Eddie was staring right back, equally as intense.

They didn't speak.

Barely even breathed, too wrapped up in each other to pay much attention to anyone else.

Or at least Steve was, which was why he couldn’t help the small shocked inhale of breath as he found himself backed into a wall.

He didn’t remember leaving the dance floor, didn’t remember when they had stopped dancing and he was just being walked backwards.

They were in one of those small alcoves, hidden behind a Grecian statue, cloaked in shadow and in their own little pocket, away from everyone else.

Steve’s breath only shuddered more as Eddie removed his hands from his waist, dragging them up his body, over his shoulders, up his neck before eventually coming to rest gently, so very gently at each side of Steve’s face.

Their bodies weren’t exactly pressed up hard against each other, but Steve could still feel the way Eddie rested over him, the warmth of his chest and the various subtle bumps of a harness underneath his suit jacket telling Steve he must have various weapons or tools concealed within.

“What are you doing here?” Eddie asked, low and quiet. Almost like a secret. His mouth had turned down at the corners, his eyebrows were tilted upwards and his eyes looked so beautiful. Eddie was…

Eddie was worried.

“I-” Steve wasn’t sure what he should say, what he could say. How much did Eddie know? How much did he trust him? Did he still trust him at all? Was this the last time he’d ever get to see him again?

Funny.

He’d never thought that before.

In all his time with Eddie disappearing and reappearing in his life, he’d never be worried he wouldn’t see him again.

But that had been worrying him for the last few weeks, hadn’t it?

Would he ever see him again?

And now here he was, holding him with so much raw care. It terrified Steve more than a knife to the gut ever could.

“I’m- I’m working.”

“Sweetheart, it’s so dangerous that you’re here right now.” Eddie brushed his thumbs along Steve’s cheeks. “Don't you understand? Creel knows.”

Steve brought his own hands down, grasping tight to Eddie’s waist, steadying himself against that wave of information. “What?” He croaked.

“He knows there’s an agent keeping tabs on him. He knows The Agency is trying to take him down. And he knew that an agent would be here tonight. Why do you think he hasn’t shown?” Eddie gripped him a little tighter, looking like he was torn between whisking Steve away in his pocket for safekeeping and shaking some sense into him. “This whole room is littered with people keeping an eye out for someone like you. Someone alone. Someone with their eyes and ears open to everything. Someone nobody recognises.” He sighed, keeping his voice low. “You must have known it was too convenient you were able to get an invite. They were kept open for this very reason. You must have known it was dangerous. Why did you take the risk?”

“I- I hoped you’d be here.”

Eddie closed his eyes, almost as if the words pained him and he tipped forward, leaning his forehead against Steve’s.

“Didn’t I tell you I’d always come find you?” He asked, softly. “That hasn’t changed.”

“I didn’t know if you still wanted to.” His fingers flexed against Eddie’s hips involuntarily. “I didn’t know if you… believed me.”

“I believe you, sweetheart. I do. I did. The minute you-” Eddie heaved out a shaky breath, pressing himself in closer, like he was trying to surround Steve completely, bundle him up into his rib cage and keep him safe there forever. “I believe you. But we can’t talk about that now, we don’t have time. I have to get you out of here.”

“Baby.” Steve raised a hand, using it to brush one of Eddie’s curls away from his face, leaving it there when Eddie tilted into it. “Are you putting yourself in danger by helping me?”

He could feel more than see Eddie’s lips press thin.

With what seemed like a monumental effort, Eddie pulled away, trailing one hand back down Steve’s arm and giving his hand a tight squeeze.

“Come on. We have to get you out of here.”

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22 FIC RECS 2022!

There have been some fantastic fics this year. Out of the hundreds that I've read (yes, hundreds) here are some of my favorites! These are all fics that I've read and loved in 2022, although some of them are quite a few years older. Here's to another year in the wonderful HP fandom! 22 fics ordered by ship!

🌼 - fluff | 💔 - angst | 🔥 - smut

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💫 Drarry 💫

1. help yourself and refuse to be buried by Ingi [Drarry, G, 3k] 💔 🍰 A heartfelt story about food and magical cooking! Master of Death Harry connects with his family and his Indian heritage after the war (and also with Draco ahem).

2. Romp and Circumstance by @wolfpants [Drarry, E, 36k] 🌼 🔥 If you enjoy slag Harry with a heart of gold trying to woo his way into Draco's pants, then this fic is for you. Did I mention it's regency era?

3. facedown on my bed (thinking of you) by @onbeinganangel [fem!Drarry, M, 10k] 🌼 💅 A super sweet college AU fic in which Drarry end up being unlikely roommates. They still remain in character while being genderswapped!

4. Good Boy by @lqtraintracks [Drarry, E, 15k] 🔥 🐺 HOT WEREWOLF SMUT!!! Everything you could possibly want with a fic like this. Size kink, breeding kink, scenting, knotting.... um, hell yeah!!

5. An Emerald In The Sky by @corvuscrowned [Drarry, M, 7k] 💔 ⏳ Gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous. Time travel fuck buddies to lovers with Unspeakable Harry. A love story for the ages. Crow, you continue to amaze me with your fics.

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💫 Common Ships 💫

6. Industry by charlolwut [Wolfstar, G, 22k] 🌼 📷 Sirius Black is a Muggle TV producer. Remus is his editor. Secrets, misunderstandings, and hilarity ensue!

7. oops I did it again by Anonymous [Jily, E, 16k] 🌼 🔥 College AU where James and Lily are accidental fuck buddies and Lily is confused about it. Their dynamic is flirty and combative! I love James so much in this.

8. The funny thing about grief and time by @etalice [Snarry, E, 44k] 💔 🫂 This fic is flipping fantastic! The angst is glorious, the setting is gorgeous, the interactions are beautiful. Time travel and loneliness wrapped into one amazing story!

9. a mass of fools and knaves by @displayheartcode [slash!Romione, T, 2.6k] 🌼 📖 Short but sweet. Male Hermione is instantly drawn to Ron and how they grow together throughout the years. You'll be rooting for them the whole time!

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💫 Rare Pairs 💫

10. Growing Teeth by @earlybloomingparentheses [Flonks, E, 2.6k] 💔 🔥 This is a story about growth and recovery and fucking. This is also a story about hair and cutting it all off to finally feel free. Fantastic characterization!

11. Crown Enterprises by @storyof-eden [Cissamione, E, 3k] 💔 🔥 I cannot get over this fic!! Mob boss Narcissa and assassin Hermione are the murder lesbians of my dreams.

12. Little Old Witch by @anxiousgoat-blog [Aragusta, G, 12k] 🌼 👶 This is an AU I can get behind 1000%! Augusta Longbottom finds out Harry is being abused and raises him herself. With the help of the friendly neighborhood squib :)

13. Extraordinarily Ordinary by starstruck1986 [Sirron, E, 9k] 💔 🔥 This ship came out of nowhere, but once I read this fic I couldn't unsee it. Ron is just the right amount of innocent and insecure to be taken in by Sirius's charms.

14. Courtship Rituals by @impishtubist [Cedrarry, T, 4k] 🌼 🌹 Cedric tries to court Harry, but of course he's oblivious. This is cute and hilarious!

15. Yes, Minister by iamisaac [Kingco, E, 1.5k] 🔥 👔 This is pure filthy smut between Draco and his minister boyfriend. Hop aboard the Kingsley/Draco ship where there's mind-blowing sex and that sweet sweet age difference!

16. Gyre and Gimble by eldritcher [Drarity, M, 3k] 💔 ☀️ A stunning fic from one of my hands-down favorite authors! Draco is drawn to the prisoner in the manor's basement. Charity is perhaps a little mad.

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💫 Poly Ships 💫

17. A Life Worth Remembering by @writcraft [Snarryaco, E, 23k] 💔 🔥 Memory loss, de-aged Severus Snape, and established Drarry pulling him into the fold. This fic is such a wonderful dive into polyamory and relationships.

18. Terms and Conditions by @maraudersaffair [Linnansy, E, 8k] 🌼 🔥 Pansy can't get over her ex (Ginny) and is stuck on a trip with Ginny's new girlfriend (Luna). This fic made me laugh, swear, and sweat all in one sitting.

19. Slice of Pleasure by @misdemeanor1331 [Bleonsy, E, 5k] 🔥 🔪 Theo is obsessed with knives, Pansy is obsessed with Theo, and Blaise is just there for a good time. Knife kink and hot smut. Like very hot. Very very hot. But also sweet.

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💫 Gen 💫

20. Nine Hundred and Twelve by @cannibalschism [Fred & George, T, 5k] 💔 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 This fic is filled to the brim with metaphors, friendship, and life lessons. I absolutely loved this take on time travel and the journey that George takes. Percy is the real MVP!

21. Where You Belong by blue_string_pudding [Severus, T, 6k] 💔 🐀 This is probably the creepiest, most unsettling thing I've ever read. I completely ADORE it. But I was definitely checking around corners after reading it.

22. Family Legacy by @thistlecatfics [The Tonks, T, 2k] 🌼 💔 Following Ted, Nymphadora, and Teddy as they navigate life and queer identity. This is a fic that is so wonderfully poignant, it leaves you in awe of all that it accomplished.

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💫 Bonus fics! 💫

Here's a WIP I'm excited about for 2023!

One More to Love by @krethes, @theresthesnitch [Wolfstarbucks, E, 94k, WIP] 🌼 🔥 Omegaverse and surprise pregnancy! The sexual chemistry between the three is off the charts! I'm not usually into WIPs, but for this I am (im)patiently waiting for every update.

Also a cheeky self-rec because why not?

What is this, fucking Jeopardy? by @lumosatnight [Drarry, E, 20k] 🌼 ❓Cursed Draco meets Curse-Breaker Harry. Lots of misunderstandings, humor, oblivious boys in love, and talking in circles. Will Draco ever be cured? Was the author in hysterics while writing this?

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Want more fics to read?

Try my rec tag: #lumosinthelibrary

My 2021 list, b-day oneshots, WLW Library

#2022 fic recs #year in reading #hp rec list #drarry #wolfstar #jily #snarry #romione #flonks #cissamione #cedrarry #lumosinthelibrary #2022

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