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gilmore-angel · 6 months

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everything has changed | aaron hotchner x reader

swiftmas ♱ heyyy.... so this is super late😬. I am now on break so hopefully the future ones will be on time💋

summary ♱ working at a daycare has its perks, a big one being a certain single dad.

warnings ♱ awkward flirting, my lack of understanding how daycares are run, ooc aaron probably cause I haven't watched this show in forever

swiftmas ♱ navigation ♱ follow my library account @baysfics to see when I post!

loud. if you had to use one word to describe your job it would be loud. you of course loved your work, but being completely overwhelmed has become a normal thing.

the end of the day was always the hardest. trying to gather all of the kids items, putting shoes on, getting through checkout, and cleaning up afterwards.

one little boy in particular however made your job a bit easier. Jack Hotchner, an adorable three year old, was polite, well behaved, and sweet. his father, aaron hotchner, was serious but seemed nice.

all you new about him was he worked a lot, and rarely was the one to pick jack up. 90% of the time it was his aunt to come pick him up.

but today was different. when your coworker said jacks parent was here for pickup you help his little winter coat on and backpack and walked with him to the front desk for checkout.

there stood arron, dressed in his usual black suit. his jet black hair was shiny and put together like always. his blank almost cold expression shifted to a much happier one when he saw jack running towards him.

the little boy hugged his father's legs in greeting, receiving a hug in return. you smile as you walk up to aaron and pass him the drawing jack made in class today.

"jack wanted to make sure u gave this to you," aaron smiles softly and takes it, looking over the two little stick figures playing in the snow, representing them.

he glances back up at you, nodding once at you, "thank you. youre jacks main teacher, correct?"

his voice sounding so clear is surprising to you. the most you heard from him was a quiet goodmorning or bye. you would see him mutter words to jack, but they were only for jack to here. the fact he talked to you at all was completely out of the norm.

you feel your cheeks heat up, suddenly realizing now that you have to speak directly to him how handsome he really is.

you smile softly and nod, "yes, I am." you realize too late how awkward you sound.

he nods, reaching out his hand to shake yours, "jack talks about you a lot. you seem to be his favorite here."

your heart swells at that, knowing jack was your favorite too. your heart also skips a beat at the feeling of shaking his hand. his skin is rough, yet his touch is gentle.

"thats so sweet. he brings you up a ton too." your hand drops back to your side and you fiddle with your jeans, suddenly feeling very flustered, a butterfly party happening in your tummy.

he smiles, a bit brighter now. he picks up his son, who is growing more and more tired by the second. he glances away before meeting your eyes again. "I uh, I appreciate all you do for my son. I work a lot out of state so, knowing my son has a good place to go is uh, comforting."

your smile widens, and you chuckle softly, "it my pleasure. he's a great kid."

you both continue to hold eye contact, your breathing calming a bit. he has kind eyes. tired ones, yes, but kind. he finally breaks the little bit of silence by clearing his throat, glancing down.

"well uh, we should be heading out. thank you again." before you can speak again he walks out, son in his arms.

even after he has disappeared from your eye site, you continue to stand and tare at where he was. you almost feel giddy, like a teenager who just met their new crush. you snap out of your daze when you realize you still need to help with checkout. you quickly get back to it, but can't help but thinking that everything has changed.

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peachypinkygloss · 1 year

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in the afternoon — kth

Loneliness is fatal, devoid of love and filled with many reasons to give up. It's only normal that he decides to look after you and protect you from the danger that the world represents today. His duty is to keep his wife and children safe.

ʚĭɞ Pairing: Husband!Taehyung x Wife!Reader

ʚĭɞ Genre: established relationship, smut

ʚĭɞ Word count: 3.6k

ʚĭɞ Warnings: free use, dub-con, fluff but don't get tricked, implied post-apocalyptic au, got poetic at the end hopefully it makes sense (surely not cause I say everything that crosses my mind — god knows my mind isn't really organized), pregnancy sex, outdoor sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink next level lol, dom tae/sub reader, cum eating.

A.N.: idk this is some twisted fluff again (not so twisted, it's actually pretty normal if you don't read between the lines), don't thank me, mwah 💋

You're picking strawberries from the garden, dropping them into the basket you're holding. It's sunny today, the fresh breeze coming from the north making the weather bearable, unlike the previous days.

The many trees on the side of the garden hide you from the sun and you find your task really enjoyable. Picking strawberries isn't hard, but being crouched down under the bright sun in the afternoon can be tiring.

You extend your arm to collect the strawberries, crouched on the ground. You notice Taehyung walking in your direction by the corner of your eyes, hands in pockets and shiny brown hair bouncing on his head.

You turn your head toward him, watching him a few seconds before resuming your task. He must have finished his work, which was repairing the bathroom sink. You thought he had other things to complete, so you wonder why he's joining you, but you trust he'll be back to it soon.

You hear him approaching, the sound of his boots walking on the grass getting to your ears. You don't acknowledge his presence when he stands by your side, his eyes following each one of your movements. You know he's looking at your body, precisely your breasts and your hips, as he stays silent a little bit longer than usual.

"It's a nice day, isn't it?" He says, looking far ahead, observing the wild life that surrounds you before glancing back at you.

You look up, catching him already looking back down. He licks his lips when your eyes connect and he patiently waits for your response, even though he doesn't plan on talking about the weather with you very long.

"It is," you agree, nodding your head. You break eye-contact to look at the fruits instead. You grab one, pulling on it and putting it in your basket.

Taehyung's gaze is insistent, but you don't notice it. You only feel his eyes on you and don't suspect anything. "They've grown so much in so little time," he states, making you smile.

You nod again, appreciating that he's noticed it, you've put so much effort to make them grow into beautiful strawberries. "Yes, they're big and bright red," you mutter, not looking away from the plantations. "They taste wonderful."

You decide to stand up on your legs, stretching them a little bit by the same occasion. Taehyung doesn't respond. He does it often, not saying anything back. You don't really mind it because you know he heard you, he just has nothing to say.

As you're about to change rows since you've reached the end of one, he holds you back by the hips. You squeal, your back being brought to his chest roughly, basket falling from your hand. It hits the ground, some strawberries spilling out from the basket. You look at it, defeated.

His lips trail your neck and you feel the spiky hair above his upper lip stinging your skin. You moan as he devours you, his hungry mouth kissing and biting the meat of your neck, diving down to your collarbones, the farthest he goes.

You're rapidly overwhelmed, still baffled by Taehyung's sudden desire to take you in the strawberry garden. You breathe heavily, throwing your head back against his chest, exposing more of your skin to his burning lips.

He gives you many wet and hot kisses while he pulls on the skirt of your dress, scrunching the fabric between his fists until your panties are revealed. You shiver, the cold breeze hitting your naked legs.

He rapidly sneaks a hand in your underwear and he groans when he touches your hairy pussy, gliding his finger far into your panties to reach your hole. Then he comes back up to your clitoris, circling it immediately.

Heat erupts between your legs, your body naturally reacting to Taehyung's expert fingers playing with your pussy. You look down, seeing a glimpse of his large hand deforming your panties, moving at the pace of his finger on your bud of nerves.

He grinds his crotch against your butt, sensing his hard cock rubbing on you. You feel hot, his kisses and his hand touching your private parts make you delirious, breathing like the air is missing.

He lured you in and you were oblivious again... How he always catches you off guard, you don't know, but it feels better this way. Sometimes it's like that because he has such a high sex drive, so it happens mostly everywhere at any time. He can do whatever he wants to you as he pleases and you let him.

He does quick circular motions on your clit, it takes a bit of time to take you there, but you eventually come close to your orgasm. He doesn't speak, he rarely does anyway. There's only your moans that fill the silence as well as the groans he does when the situation really turns him on.

You like how the veins on his arm show off and how his arm hair shines under the sun. You hold onto him by instinct, your small hand barely fitting around his arm. He's everywhere on you, making it impossible for you to escape his hold, but you don't really think about going away. You feel safe with his arms around you. Safe and taken care of.

When it's not a quick session like this, he's usually more talkative and he takes his time with you. Last night, around twenty-one o'clock, when the sun was slowly disappearing and still illuminating the house, he had set himself between your legs. He'd gotten his head under your night-dress and his mouth on your uncovered core.

You moan loudly and he understands you've just cum, bucking your hips against his hand. He cups your cunt and gently massages it, driving you through your high. He feels your wetness dripping down from your hole and he dips one finger in slightly, bringing it to his mouth to suck on it.

He growls against your ear and you turn your head to watch him, batting your eyelashes to see him clearly. "Hmm, so sweet," he savours you on his tongue, kissing you on the lips after.

Your exchange doesn't last long as he bends you at the waist, pushing down on your back so he has your ass on full display. He yanks your dress over your bottom, exposing it to his insatiable gaze. He's so hungry right now, he could eat you whole. Your ass, your cunt, your breasts, your mouth — everything. But his erection is aching too much.

He slides your panties down your thighs and you have difficulty keeping your balance. You try to reach the tree in front of you, but you only touch it with the tip of your fingers.

"Taehyung," you breathe his name out of your mouth, looking behind you while he's busy sliding the head of his cock through your slicks. You didn't even realize he had taken his erect penis out of his pants.

He penetrates you without saying anything, only gritting his teeth as you let out a small scream that expresses your discomfort. He holds your hips tightly against his cock and goes all the way in without warning you first. You don't expect him to warn you, but sometimes he caresses your back or kisses your neck when it's possible before bottoming out.

It burns a little, your pussy enclosing around him because of your previous orgasm that you still haven't fully recovered from. One of his hands grips your dress bunched up on your back, keeping you up and straight.

He snaps his hips against yours with a lot of force, proving that it's only a quick session in the afternoon, a break from work. The position is not ideal for you and the tree is still too far away for you to lean on. You know he wants to keep it this way and you doubt you'll change, but the groan he lets out tells you otherwise.

"Get down," he commands and you do so. Somehow, he manages to stay inside you, placing his knees on the ground at the same time as you. The hem of your dress remains in his fist as he pulls on it, still pounding into you.

Long minutes ensue where Taehyung fucks you in the strawberry garden, fat tears falling on your cheeks because everything is so intense and pleasurable you can't hold them in.

He grunts above you, snapping his hips against yours until both of your skin become sore and bruised. Your occasional whimpers and moans fill the air, breaking through the complete silence of nature. Birds singing and frogs croaking, sounds you've been accustomed to.

Your days have been silent, peaceful, harmonious, and they will be like this again tomorrow. No electricity, no cars, only the thud of his axe cutting a log into two. The clanking of utensils against plates, the flowing of the bath water on top of your head, the crumpling of your clothes between his fists.

His boots against the floor, his hands on your hips, the sweet nothing he says in your ears, his fingers clasping around your throat, the humming of his deep voice, the bedsheets sliding on your bodies. Those are your days.

You pass a hand between your legs to touch your clit as you feel Taehyung going faster, hips stuttering. He curses under his breath and darts his tongue out to wet his lips, looking where your two bodies connect.

One, two, three hip thrusts until he steadies himself against your ass. He's fast at pulling out of you, stroking his length with his palm until he empties himself on your wet pussy. His hot cum lands between your legs where your hand operates, limbs shaking as your orgasm passes through you.

You moan softly as droplets of cum fall on your cunt, Taehyung letting go of your dress to caress your thighs and hips, leaving goosebumps on your skin. Your hole quivers, clit pulsating at the pace of your heartbeat. You hear him exhaling loudly behind you, catching his breath.

Two fingers pass between your folds, collecting his cum on them. You shudder at the contact, still really sensitive. He presents to you his cum covered fingers, inciting you to open your mouth. You do so and welcome them in, licking his digits clean.

He repeats the process until there's nothing left, feeding you his cum so it's not wasted.

"I'll bring a couple of logs for tonight's fire," he announces and you hum in response. "I'll be back for dinner."

He gets up, watching you struggling to slide your panties up your thighs while he stuffs his soft cock back in his pants. He bends down and swiftly pulls your underwear up your ass, yanking the skirt of your dress down.

"Thank you," you mumble as he leaves to get back to work.

You do the same, arms still shaking and heart still pounding heavily in your chest.

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Both laying in bed, his arms embracing you as your back is against his chest, he murmurs in your ear. He strokes your hair, kisses your neck and temple, sings his love to you.

"You were so beautiful today," he compliments, his hands dancing on your body. His touch isn't sexual, rather intimate. Drawing invisible forms on your skin that only you know the meaning of. "As always," he smiles against your hair.

Even though he doesn't mean to engage in any sexual activity tonight, his hands have you a little bit hot. Nothing serious, nothing that has you bothered and whiny like when his tongue explores the area between your thighs.

It's normal, after all, you think. His palms are warm, often coming close to your breasts and pussy, only covered by the thin layer of your night-dress. Taehyung is handsome, has a nice voice and plump lips. Has promised you the world, a family, a home.

Your body is only reacting the way it should and it's up to you — and him — to act on it or not.

He's always horny, but it doesn't mean he can't go to sleep with a semi-hard. The only thing that would prevent him from going to sleep is not having you beside him, against him, around him.

He just needs to touch you. Who would blame a helpless lover for keeping their half with them? For sealing their souls together?

"I love you so much," he whispers, his nightly confession he says every time he shares the bed with you.

You look in front of you, sensing his hot breath on your neck, tickling it gently. "I love you, too," you whisper back, stomach twisting, throat itchy.

He caresses your tummy, his hand almost the size of it. "I want a family with you, honey," he says, using the same tone. He pats your belly in slow circular motions, as if it was already big and swollen. "I want you to be the mother of my children." Another confession that you've been well aware of since the first time you met him.

You don't deny him, you have no desire to. Having his babies is the most beautiful thing he's ever asked you.

At this point, it needs to happen. You want your home to be filled with love. You already hear the high pitched laugh of your daughter and the babbling of your son.

"I'll take good care of you, like I always do," he promises, enclosing you with his strong arms. "I'll be the best dad... And you'll be the best mom ever, I know it." Taehyung affirms, not any lie behind his words.

Your heart is heavy, ready to fall into the pit of the ocean. You wonder why it makes you feel like that, thinking about creating a family with him. Maybe because you've never thought your life would turn like this. Life's always unpredictable.

But the more you imagine yourself having a baby, the less heavy your heart feels. You imagine his life with you and Taehyung as his parents, his first tooth, his first smile, his first laugh, his first steps.

You always knew Taehyung wanted a family, you to be his wife and give birth to his child. The moment has finally arrived, the moment where you both take a decision that will change your life for ever. It's exciting.

You can't help but crack a smile.

"Is that what you want, too?" He asks hesitantly and tightens his embrace, nuzzling your neck. "Honey?" He insists, a little bit worried, but he hopes, he deeply hopes.

You take a moment, not to reflect, just to hear his respiration and the pace of his heartbeat. The night is calm, silent. Except for the usual noises of nature, and you realize that nothing can disturb the little cocoon you've created with Taehyung.

At the end of the day, it's a great life. And you're sure your future baby will like it, too.

"Yes," you finally reply and he is enchanted.

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You're preparing dinner, cutting some veggies you'll mix in the soup. You love cooking, it might be your favourite activity. You like seeing the satisfied expression on Taehyung's face when he tastes your food, brows joined together and lips smacking, the flavours making his taste buds extremely happy.

You lift your head up and look through the window above the kitchen counter, expecting to see Taehyung working far away, but he's not there.

It's when you wonder where he is that you hear the back door opening followed by the sound of his feet walking on the wooden floor.

You drop the chopped carrots into the cauldron. You stir the soup a few times before coming back to your cutting board.

You sense his presence behind briefly until his hands grab your hips, making you flinch out of surprise. You look behind your shoulder and you're met with Taehyung's lips, attacking your neck in kisses.

"How are you?" He questions between kisses, pressing his crotch against your ass.

"Good," you smile.

"And the baby?"

This is his new favourite thing to ask ever since your first morning sicknesses. Once in the morning after waking up, once in the afternoon when he comes back home to eat lunch and once at night just before kissing you goodnight.

"Good, too, I think," you reply, laying a hand on your belly. You've barely felt him today, usually he doesn't miss to kick you a couple of times, but you suppose he's taking a little break.

Taehyung hums appreciatively, placing his hand on top of yours. His lips find your cheek to kiss you again, this time softer and less insistent.

He grinds against your ass subtly, just hard enough to create friction. You let go of the knife you were holding, slowly melting in Taehyung's arms. You feel his breath against your neck, heavy and irregular, swallowing as his cock starts to harden in his briefs.

You try to keep a distance between your tummy and the side of the counter, having the habit to be bent over it when he has the desire to fuck you in the kitchen. But now, your belly is way too big for those types of things.

Taehyung might be more fearful than you because he refuses to have sex against the furniture, always on the bed and the couch, or at least a place where you can lay on your back. He sometimes says no to sex, which is so unlikely of him.

What's more difficult for him is to not be able to touch you the way he was used to, but he'll accept anything if it means the baby won't get hurt.

Today, he's very gentle, very attentive. Not that he wasn't the times before, but he's slow and less eager to reach his high. He's savouring instead of devouring and it feels different.

Different, but it still feels like him.

He's animated by other emotions that he's not used to express during sex. He's fucking now and he'll love after, but right now his hip thrusts are appreciative. Grateful to be in you, happy to touch you.

He has to be careful and that changes everything. Sex meant fucking, enjoying the grossness of it as well as the vulgarity and the filth of it. Getting hard at the thought of feeding you his cum, taking you from behind and making you whimper like an injured animal.

He has you pressed against his chest, dress bunched up over your belly, panties still hanging on your thighs. Kisses on your skin still burning hot, hands big and imposing, always keeping you safe in his arms.

The positions are the same, but the sentiments... They are nothing alike.

Sex represents an union, a long-life companionship, a promise between two lonely bodies that have finally found each other. It's the reproduction of new life, a precious life and it's a two-person job.

When you moan, he loves it more than the obscene noises your pussy makes when he pounds his cock forcefully in you. He listens to them, register each one of them as if a secret truth is hiding behind them.

They tell him at what pace his hips should go, how deep he needs to reach and where to hit to gave you an awesome orgasm. He understands them, understands you, and even though he's a good listener, the reason why you're like an open book to him is because you trust him.

You allow him to see every part of you, every part that you've swore you'll never show anyone.

Your meeting was unexpected, to say the least. You'd run through the wheat fields, the sunset far away and him close behind you. You'd nowhere to go, so really, it was useless of you, but you didn't know at the time that Taehyung would be the reason why you'd be still alive today.

You were scared, but he showed you that you had no reason to be with him by your side. He proved it to you and he was right.

'I'll keep you safe, protect you from the world... Just stop moving, honey.'

You stopped moving and let go, giving yourself to him. It was the best choice you've ever made.

He soon empties himself inside of you, groaning into your ear while lazily driving his cock in your pussy to get through his high. His palms are placed on your swollen belly, caressing your smooth skin, fingertips passing over your beautiful stretch marks.

Your cunt quivers around his length, wetness dripping down your thighs. You try to catch your breath as he stays inside of you for as long as he wants to, feeling the roundness of your tummy with his big hands.

He knows that when he'll pull out, his cum will spill out, and he doesn't want it to happen. He doesn't want his mark to leave you, he wants it to stay and breed you like he did before. He has to wait for now and sadly let go, but he knows he'll be in you not long after.

You're both displeased when he pulls out, kissing each other to replace the emptiness you feel. It's only then that you remember your soup in the pot over the open fire, breaking the kiss hastily, hoping dinner is not ruined.

Taehyung grins, watching you panic, when he doesn't mind in what state the food is in. After sharing such an intimate moment with you, nothing else really matters. You're safe and it's all that is important to him.

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onabat11e · 3 months

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just wanna feel your lips against my skin

A/N: if you get deja vu, i’m sorry! @onathinker beat me to but encouraged me to finish/post my fic anyways so here we are 🫶 - pls go read hers also if you haven’t yet !!

rating: E for explicit (18+)

tags: smut, phone sex, dirty talk

summary: ona and lucy celebrate after ona’s goal in the esp vs ned game.

word count: 3.3k

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Lucy should have really been paying attention to her teammates playing earlier today. And she should really be with them now, celebrating their 7-2 win against Austria. Still, she constantly finds herself keeping an eye on the Spain vs Netherlands score during the last minutes.

When Ona scores in the 77th minute, Lucy has to fight the smile that is starting to creep onto her cheeks. She grabs a beer before joining the celebrations, laughing and dancing with the other England players. She loses track of time momentarily, trying to give herself the time to let loose for once. However, the sounds of the England squad celebrating together are drowned out shortly when Lucy feels her phone vibrate in her pocket.

Ona: Back in my room now, call me! x

Lucy mutters an excuse to Lauren James about being tired or wanting to rest for further training tomorrow. Honestly, she’s just saying anything that will allow her to leave the commotion behind so she can talk to Ona.

On her way back to their accommodation, she replies to Ona’s text and lets her know she’ll phone soon. It’s not long before she gets there, settling down on her bed before she promptly presses the FaceTime Video button. It only rings twice before the sound of the call connecting plays. Ona’s smiley face pops up on the screen, looking freshly showered with still-damp hair falling past her shoulders.

“Hi, baby,” Lucy coos, feeling her chest warm as she takes in Ona’s beauty. “Didn’t wanna go join your team to celebrate?” She knew that the Spanish girls loved celebrating their victories, Ona being no exception to the tradition.

Ona loves football, she loves Spain, and she loves representing her country. But above everything, at this point in her life, she loves Lucy and their blossoming relationship.

“Hi, my love,” Ona returns the greeting, “I joined them for a drink. But I wanted to talk to you. And shower, obviously” She runs a hand through her hair, pushing it out of her face. Lucy can tell that Ona had had more than ‘a drink’ from her giggly manner, but she decides not to push the topic.

“Well, I saw that a certain someone scored tonight,” Lucy coolly says as if she wasn’t glued to her phone the entire time, keeping herself updated as much as she could without getting caught out by teammates. Ona could feel the happiness in Lucy’s voice and the twinkle in her eye that somehow managed to shine through the quality of the video call.

“I scored, I assisted, and I got player of the match. Thank you very much,” Ona gasps, using a mock tone of arrogance to wind her girlfriend up. Lucy rolls her eyes and breathes a laugh in response, completely used to Ona’s antics by now.

“Mhm, you did so well tonight. I’m proud of my girl,” Lucy praises Ona, being met with a shy giggle. Ona loves getting referred to as Lucy’s girl, even on a non-sexual level. Something about knowing that they belong together makes Ona’s heart swell.

“You know I find it so hot when you score. Wish I could have been there to celebrate with you,” Lucy finds herself hating the distance again, wanting to feel Ona’s body under her, feel her warmth next to her. She just wants to spend time with Ona and share the happiness of her win.

Both of them hated any sort of distance between them — it always brought about a painful reminder of when they first started talking. They had fallen into a habit of never spending a night apart, going back and forth between each other's apartments.

“I know, but the international break will be over before you know it, and then we can celebrate together,” Ona giggles shyly, knowing their usual ritual of rewarding each other when one scores or plays exceptionally well.

“Who says we can’t celebrate over the phone?” Lucy suggests, raising an eyebrow at Ona. Phone sex wasn’t a completely foreign concept to them, the two having previously done long distance. It had helped them back then, but it had also been a while since they indulged in the act.

“Lucy!” Ona half-jokingly scolded her girlfriend and her dirty mind. She tried to ignore her body’s physical reaction but couldn’t help the heat rising to her cheeks at the idea.

“I’m serious. You deserve to feel good,” Lucy felt smug seeing Ona blush at her suggestion. “Just a shame I can’t be there to be the one to do it for you.”

Ona feels her stomach tighten at the thought of touching herself over the phone to Lucy. Just knowing that either of their teammates could catch them enhanced her excitement.

Lucy immediately picked up on Ona’s reaction, the telltale signs that her girlfriend was getting turned on. Ona licked over her bottom lip before sucking it in between her teeth, her eyes averting their gaze as her mind wandered. A deeper blush rose under the constellation of freckles that marked her cheeks and nose.

“Yeah? You’re into that, aren’t you; you want me to tell you exactly how to fuck yourself?” Lucy’s voice pulled Ona from her daydream, poking fun at the girl's speechlessness. Ona rolled over, groaning and planting her face into the pillow to hide her embarrassment. Lucy waited for Ona to stop being a giggling mess and reply to her question.

“Yessss,” She confesses, bringing her phone back to her face. Lucy has the cockiest smirk on her face, no doubt being pleased with herself for getting such a rise out of Ona with just a few words.

“Good. I wanna hear how needy you get when you’re about to cum,” Lucy readjusts herself in bed, sitting up to lean back on the pillows. “Think you can do that for me?”

“Please,” Ona whines, “Need to touch myself. Wanna cum for you,” She squeezes her thighs together, desperate for any relief from the growing pulse between her legs.

“Not yet. Show me them perfect tits first,” Lucy licks her lips. Lucy was obsessed with Ona’s body, her boobs being far up the list of her favourite parts of Ona. They were her top place to mark, leaving bruises and love bites as little reminders to Ona of who she belonged to.

Ona drops her phone and quickly pulls her shirt over her head to show Lucy her bare chest. Her nipples perk up when they meet with the cool air of the room. Ona grabs her phone again, leaning her chest into the camera for Lucy to see.

“I miss your mouth on them,” Ona says as she cups her hand against the ample flesh, squeezing herself into the camera. There’s a shuffle on the other end of the FaceTime call as Lucy struggles to slide her trousers down with one hand. She manages to kick off the sweatpants and spread her legs out to give herself more room.

“You’re so perfect. Play with your nipples for me,” Lucy’s voice is deep, commanding Ona. Ona obliges quickly, making a show of tweaking and rubbing her nipples in front of the camera.

“Fuck, Ona,” Lucy moans, squeezing her thighs together at the view of Ona’s chest through the call. Ona brings her hand to her mouth, sucking on her fingers and making eye contact with the camera.

The visual sent a pang of pleasure racing to Lucy’s pussy. Ona’s warm eyes lock onto hers through the screen as she continues to suck greedily on her fingers, humming slightly before pulling them out.

Ona tilts her phone towards her chest again, bringing the saliva to one of her nipples and rubbing over it. She arched her back into the touch, the slickness intensifying her pleasure. As her smooth fingers rub and flick against herself, Ona pictures that they’re Lucy’s tongue. She groans, moving her hand over to the other side, knowing how much Lucy enjoyed taking her time with each nipple.

“Just like that,” Lucy groaned, sending a hand down to her crotch to push against her clit. She clenches her jaw, the pressure getting slowly relieved. She starts circling over the sensitive area, not bothering to remove her underwear.

“I miss you so bad. Wanna watch your tits bounce as I fuck you into the mattress,” Ona shakes her chest at the screen, tweaking a nipple between her pointer and middle finger again.

“I’m so wet for you,” Ona whined, showing Lucy her hand trailing lower, resting at the waistband of her underwear. Lucy can just about make out a small darkened patch on Ona’s underwear, the visual evidence of how desperate Ona is to touch herself.

“Play with your clit for me,” Ona is eager to obey, her fingers sliding under the fabric quickly to meet the growing heat. She rubs through the pooling wetness, her hips bucking up to meet the touch.

“Joder. I need you,” Ona bites back at the noises threatening to come out of her mouth as she creates tight circles around her throbbing clit, already eager for more.

“Wanna see you,” Lucy commands, “Take off your panties and show me.” Ona fumbles with the material, sliding it down past her thighs, then her knees, finally letting the garment fall onto the floor.

Ona spreads her thighs wider, showing Lucy the glimmering arousal between her legs. She uses two fingers to spread her pussy open, her clit and hole on show. Her hips involuntarily buck towards the camera, begging for friction.

“I wanna hear how good it feels, baby,” Ona bites down on her bottom lip. One of her fingers rubs up the wetness travelling up to slowly teasing the tip of her clit.

“I’m scared the other girls will hear,” She kept her voice low, half listening out in case anyone were to walk in on her in this compromising position.

“Don’t care. Let ‘em know that you’re mine. Let ‘em know that I own your cunt.” Lucy’s blunt tone causes Ona to let out a guttural moan, feeling her pussy throbbing against her fingers in response.

“Finger yourself – think about how good I fuck you,” Lucy continues to rub herself, feeling the wetness growing as she watches Ona, the camera focusing on her abdomen and pussy.

“No one could ever fuck me as good as you,” Ona mewls, bucking into her hand as she pushes a single finger into herself. It’s not enough. She misses the feeling of Lucy’s strong hands gripping her chest, her hips, and her legs. She misses Lucy’s warm mouth exploring her body and sucking on her, leaving wet trails down her abs and between her thighs.

“Wish I was there, filling up your perfect pussy with my fingers,” Lucy growls, feeling possessive over Ona’s pussy and her orgasms. Even though Lucy isn’t physically there to make Ona cum, she still maintains control by instructing Ona on exactly how to pleasure herself.

“Need more,” Ona pants into the phone, tilting it to look at Lucy for permission. Her eyes are wide as she pleads, feeling her pussy flutter, greedily to be filled up, desperate to be pounded into.

“Add another finger – stretch yourself out for me,” Lucy commands, Ona letting her head fall back into the pillows at the pleasure of the subtle stretch of adding a finger.

“You’re so good for me, baby. Keep fucking yourself,” Lucy encourages Ona, closely watching as she follows every order. Lucy strokes a finger through her own wetness before pushing in and out of herself, curving her finger against her sensitive spots as she does so.

“I’m close,” Ona cries out, her thighs beginning to weaken and shake, “Need to cum so bad,” She draws her words out, moans getting caught in her throat as the pressure builds.

“Don’t cum,” Lucy demands, rubbing herself quicker before adding, “Not yet. Be a good girl and wait for me.” Lucy clenches her jaw, focusing on Ona’s body, picturing how Ona would feel underneath her. Lucy’s fingers pick up their pace, and the lewd sounds echoing through the phone drive the coil in her abdomen to tighten.

“Please,” Ona whimpers, begging as she can feel her orgasm threatening to boil over. She feels dizzy, her mouth opening and panting as she urges her body to not cum, no matter how close she is. Something about obeying Lucy by exactly doing what the older woman tells her to makes everything feel more intense.

“Fuck, okay, I’m getting close too,” Lucy groans, her arm straining to fuck herself faster. She can feel her abdomen tightening, the melodic sounds of Ona whining as she forces herself to wait for Lucy to allow her to finish.

“I can’t hold it anymore,” Ona is needy, her fingers slowing to stop herself from teetering over the edge. She pulls out of herself, dragging her fingers up to tease gentle circles around only the tip of her clit. It’s just enough pressure to keep herself right on the edge of her climax.

“Shit. Cum for me,” Lucy says just before she lets herself reach her peak. Ona whines loudly down the phone, grinding against her hand and letting her orgasm wash over her. It’s not perfect. Ona falls over the edge first, letting Lucy’s name fall from her mouth, voice breaking with whimpers and the sheer pleasure washing over her body.

Ona already knows she’s making a mess of the bedsheets, but it feels too good, the slick warmth dripping down the soft flesh of her inner thighs as she cums on her own hand.

The sight of Ona’s blissful face and flexing muscles pushes Lucy to cum. The mess of hair, her head falling back, jaw slack. Lucy thrusts into her hand hard, thinking about Ona taking her dick, thinking about Ona’s fluttering pussy cumming around her strap. Her hips lift off the bed, shuddering and slowing down as she works herself through the orgasm.

When Lucy looks back to her phone, she can see Ona’s wide eyes watching her, admiring the view of her coming down from her high. Lucy chuckles slightly, taking in Ona’s dropped jaw and the fire in her eyes.

“You good?” Lucy clears her throat before questioning Ona, noticing the girl chewing on her bottom lip. Ona looks shy, almost guilty. Ever since the two had been living in Barcelona together, phone sex had been a thing of the past. Sure, the two had exchanged steamy messages now and then, but they had done nothing as explicit as this for a while.

“Mmm, I’m fine.” She pauses for a beat, looking to be unsure, before continuing, “It’s just never as good as when you do it,” Ona confesses, trying to ignore the motion of Lucy’s lips curling up into a smug smile at the comment.

“Don’t worry. I’m gonna fuck you so good when we’re back together,” Lucy promises. “I’ll have to make up for lost time.” Lucy is already fantasising about being back with Ona, the things that she wants to do with her- to her.

“Oh yeah? Is that so?” Ona takes her bottom lip between her teeth, feeling her body heat up in response to Lucy’s words again.

“Mhmm, can’t wait to bend you over my lap. Play with your pussy and show you exactly how well you deserve to be fucked.” Lucy looks down at Ona through the phone, her eyelids heavy and eyes dark with lust once more. Ona clenches her jaw, feeling her heart beat harder at the thought.

“Stop. You’re gonna get me all worked up again,” Ona whines, bringing a hand over her face to hide the evident embarrassment.

“What? Horny little baby needs to cum again already?” Lucy teases Ona, knowing that it is rare for Ona to only cum once. Lucy liked to tease Ona about being a greedy bottom, but she would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy Ona’s high sex drive.

“You say that like it’s not your fault!” Ona said in a pointed tone; she couldn’t not blame Lucy when she said things like that. Of course she is going to get a reaction out of Ona by doing so.

“Not my fault that my girlfriend is talented as well as insanely hot? Yeah, I’d say I agree with that,” Lucy jokes, releasing a breathy laugh. Ona rolls her eyes at Lucy and brings the conversation back to where she wanted it.

“Go on then, what else are you gonna do to me?” Ona beckons before letting her hand slip back between her legs. Her swollen clit twitches from the light touches of fingers running through the remnants of her prior orgasm.

“I wanna kiss every inch of you, worship that beautiful body of yours,” Lucy let her voice drop an octave once more, a thick lust dripping from her voice. Ona’s jaw slackens as her fingers quicken across her clit. Choked-out whines echo from Lucy’s phone, Ona pressing against herself desperately.

“Gonna lick and suck your tits,” Ona flashed the camera back to her chest again, shaking her breasts at Lucy and letting them bounce slightly.

“I’d take my time, biting and nipping at all your favourite spots.” Lucy’s tongue ran over her bottom lip, picturing the marks she’d leave down Ona’s torso, the subtle flex of Ona’s abs under her lips as she did so. “Then I’ll rub my cock against your pussy, teasing until you’re just a needy mess, begging to be filled by me,” Lucy lists her actions, paying close attention to Ona and her reactions.

“Need that so bad. I wanna be so full of you,” Ona pushes two fingers inside herself, immediately finding her sweet spot. Her arm pumped into herself as her head fell back, picturing the feeling of Lucy’s strap pounding into her.

“I wanna make your tight little pussy cum all over my dick and then have you suck me off.” Lucy keeps up her dirty talk, watching as Ona rolls her hips upwards to meet the thrusts of her hand.

“Wanna be good for you,” Ona begs submissively, urging Lucy to go on. Every word that comes out of the phone’s speaker sends pleasure bolting directly to Ona’s core.

“I’d have you clean up all your juices off me. Then, I’d reward you and eat your cunt out,” The words coming out of Lucy’s mouth are beyond filthy, but, God, they’re sending Ona’s body and mind reeling.

“Luce, keep going. I’m close,” Ona’s voice cracked, the desperation in her voice seeping through the words. Ona bucks her hips into her hand, feeling her clit rub against the palm of her hand as her fingers pump against the soft tissue. Ona is keening at the delicious stretch when she pushes a third finger into herself.

“Gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna moan out and let everyone know who your pussy belongs to?” Lucy encourages Ona, watching her eyebrows furrow with her rapidly approaching climax. Ona’s breathing quickens, her chest raising and falling with speed.

“Fuck, Lucy,” Ona groaned, the words coming out louder than she had planned. “Cumming,” Ona manages to squeak out before her head falls back into the pillows, a string of curse words falling from her lips. She rocks her hips into her hand, fucking herself through her orgasm.

Ona pants, trying to regain her breath as she comes down from her orgasm. It takes a moment for her body to calm, goosebumps rising from the contrast of her hot skin and the cool air of the room.

“Look at you,” Lucy praises Ona, admiring the sweat shining on her forehead and dopey eyelids, heavy with bliss. “Feeling good?”

“Mmm, feeling great,” Ona murmurs, curling up on the bed and pulling the covers over herself to get comfortable.

“I love you, and I’m so endlessly proud of you,” Lucy confesses, letting a wide smile spread across her face.

“I love you, too. See you soon, okay?” Ona mumbles sleepily.

“Never soon enough,” Lucy pouted, “Goodnight, angel.”

#ona batlle #ona batlle smut #lucy bronze #lucy bronze smut #ona batlle x lucy bronze #lucy bronze x ona batlle #woso #woso fanfics #woso smut #my writing

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Oh India, reading your tags for the latest post about Louis´ sexuality -

I think of everyone Louis was the most comfortable with himself the earliest and that confidence is a big part of why *Harry* is the way he is having someone like Louis love and accept you for everything you are so early in life would change anyone and make them confident

Preach!!! I mean I´m not here for that long but I immediately understood that it was Louis, Louis and only Louis who made Harry the way he is now and the way he represent himself, the way he´s comfortable with himself and having confidence to bring some of his most bold and extravagant looks. Because Louis always encouraged him to do it. From encouraging him to paint his nails, to wear a dress if he wants to or that he would look nice even with shaved hair. It just makes me mad that noone *couch couch harries couch couch* knows it by now. He´s the most supportive boyfriend everyone would wish to have tbh.

Honestly, I believe this down to my bones.

As someone who has battled insecurity her whole life, and has Louises in her life, I’m so acutely aware of how that one friend can change your outlook on yourself so completely just by showing up for you and really being like “I love you for everything you are. You can be as weird as you like.”

And that’s platonic love. I cannot imagine the power of having that in a romantic partner and at sixteen no less. That’s the kind of love that makes you invincible, especially if you’re naturally offbeat (which Harry clearly has always been, bless his goober heart). It could have easily gone the other way without that kind of unconditional support and love — really, really easily too, considering management and the pressure Harry was under as a “heartthrob”.

I think what’s especially amazing is Louis was saying things like “just do the whole nail, for God’s sake!” in the early 2010’s, when there was almost zero mainstream conversation about gender expression, and people were still saying shit like “no homo”. And he was saying that at eighteen or nineteen — usually an extremely impressionable age to perform traditional masculinity particularly when surrounded by boys and constantly under public scrutiny.

Thinking about it with that level of nuance and hindsight, you can clearly see that Louis’ confidence and encouragement and love was absolutely extraordinary and waaaaaaaay more mature for, not only his age group, but the time.

In conclusion, Louis is just fucking wonderful, thanks.

Related to this.

#iaw ask #iaw anonymous #louis’ confidence #Louis and Harry

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searchingforakeythatdoesntexist · 4 months

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DAY 14 - «On Thin Ice» Good Omens AU - Triptych Tribute for @blairamok

Part 2/3: "Fallen Serpent" Crowley

Please, listen to this

Race

Life's a race

And I am gonna win

Yes, I am gonna win

And I'll light the fuse

And I'll never lose

And I choose to survive

Whatever it takes

You won't pull ahead

I'll keep up the pace

And I'll reveal my strength

To the whole human race

Yes, I am prepared

To stay alive

I won't forgive, the vengeance is mine

And I won't give in

Because I choose to thrive

Yeah, I'm gonna win!

Race

It's a race

And I'm gonna win!

Tomorrow, they will be together for the Grand Finale... See you there! ;-)

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↓Come on, check the behind-the-scenes!↓

Personal challenge: a simple sketch each day

Goal: forcing me to keep things simple - inking, shading, just a few sashes of colour

Improvement pursued: to get the movement, the emotion, finding how to add depth, learning how to leave things barely finished

Max time allowed: 2 hours, as usual for my Daily Challenges.

Tribute Time, so I threw the timer away, lol :-p. As for my Fallen Angel Aziraphale (link), I spent more or less 3 hours on the lineart, plus 1h30 on the colouring/shading.

Crowley, as my « Fallen Serpent ».

“On Thin Ice”'s author Blairamok describes the Cantilevers figure as « one of the biggest fuck yous to physics », and so one of Crowley’s signature moves. As I was searching drawing references about this amazing figure, I found a lot of ways to perform it, all beautiful and impressive. I finally chose this particular one (I am sorry I don’t know the original performer’s name on the picture I used, but to me he seemed so powerful, yet relaxed and happy on the picture, so I couldn’t resist). Though I had to slightly re-adapt the figure to Crowley who is taller, thinner and maybe even more flexible (ssssnaky, duh).

I had so much fun re-thinking his clothes for my sketch. I used the scrumptious💕 black and red « Serpent » clothing that Blairamok created, and I added my own « signature move » : wings – or, well, feathers. As Crowley is THE Fallen Angel here, the feathers are slightly burnt, some of them almost torn apart. They cover his shoulder blades, then spread out as a unique short and damaged wing at the back of his right shoulder, go down on his right flank, then cross his back as they slightly go embracing his left hip. The Red Serpent Pattern is quite the same as Blair’s clothing, but it still continues on his leg and circles his right ankle like a leg shackle.

I am particularly proud of Crowley’s eye and expression. Remember? I dearly wanted Crowley sharing a glance with Aziraphale while he was doing his Cantilevers, and Aziraphale was supposed to glance back to him. I had to give up on this idea later – because the figure I chose for Aziraphale definitely couldn’t allow such a shared glance. (but wait for the third part of this triptyque, it will be posted tomorrow!)

So, my Crowley still has this ethereal, strangely happy, almost enthralled expression. It kind of represents my own interpretation of the Cantilevers figure : it’s a proof of complete trust, in yourself, in your skills, in your art and your environment. And I like to imagine that if Crowley is able to have such confidence in himself, then maybe he can and will trust his partner Aziraphale with quite the same strength.

Thanks for reading! See you tomorrow for the third part - our Ineffable Partners will be toghether, finally! (aaaand they will be not talking but whatever the acting will speak for them)

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ultraxavbo · 16 days

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Hi Guys, I usually don’t post anything, but I wanted to give my thoughts on Tim drake being bisexual.

We all know that Tim drake it’s an super cool Robin, but I feel that the way writers are writing Tim in the comics lately it is just shitty, I fell the way they write about him coming out as bi is not natural and slow, it feels more like forced, they could have just give him his time and write his process to understand himself and his sexuality in a way that it feels more appropriate.

I know many people love it but if I’m completely honest I don’t like it. I don’t mind that his bi I just think now all his character is just him being bisexual.

They just write his bisexual like it is his personality, Tim is more than just a young bisexual men, I feel that dc and marvel en many other company’s want be supportive but this not the way.

LGBT characters have been always be part of the world of comics, but people are getting tired of the “woke” thing and I am a person that’s supports the rights of the community even tho that I’m not part of the community, we just need a good writing, that all I’m asking for.

And I’m nos just talking about Tim drake and I’m talking about Jonathan Kent (Superman son), it happens the same situation with his character. I’m just disappointed that they think this is a good what to write about a character that so importante in the dc comic world and bat-family.

Inclusion is not bad, it’s the way it is portrayed in comics, I know many people associate the word inclusion like it’s something negative or bad, the only bad thing is the way represent things.

Please don’t think that I’m a person that doesn’t like bi o gay people, I just feel the writers just wanted to give fan service but a shitty fan service.

I will like that if you want to share your thoughts on this, please do so. With respect of course.

Thank you.

Xavi Torres

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twitteringnerdsneverfly · 2 months

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Saezuru Chp 57 Thoughts: ✨ PROGRESS ✨ spoilers below the line

Firstly a massive thank you to @itwearsadress for making this accessible to all us international fans!

*Ahem*

In the words of Albus Dumbledore:

"Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery."

Spoilers below the line 👇🏻

IMHO, I call this progress.

Chp 56 had Yashiro dancing about lying, denying, doing his lil deflection jig like he always does. Post getting railed by D, 😏 he finds some post nut clarity:

"In spite of all that, I can't help myself - I get into it."

This is good!! Our baby bird has developed some self awareness!!! He IS into all the softness and gentleness even though it freaks him out, he digs it. Good. Y has established that for himself.

I do feel like Y is being too hard on himself at the end when he calls himself "completely incapable of growth".

If this were true, he would've shot Doumeki again and ran out (OK maybe not that extreme but u get my drift).

He is triggered by the softness - like any person would be if they had Yashiro's level of trauma riding on their back.

Yashiro feels like he wants to run away - but he doesn't.

D pushes it: extended kissing, rubbing their dicks together, nipple play and starts sucking Y - all these things that would be sexually pleasing for Y and Y reacts by pushing D hard. But! Y doesn't say anything snide or mean or do anything more here. Whereas D's reaction is pure gold:

😂😂😂💯

Doumeki has pulled the balance of pushing it, giving Y what he wants and doesn't want, as this newer version of Yashiro wants the gentleness but the older version of him rejects it.

D then gives in and resorts to the older, usual Yashiro's ways - just fucking him as per usual. Except with D, he wants to see Y's face 😏so does it from the front. I salute u sir Doumeki. 🫡

Yashiro beautifully represents every trauma survivor: every person stuck in cyclic behaviour linked to past trauma in search for a roadmap out, but the past is familiar and Different is scary. And our brains always picks the easiest option.

Nevertheless I have high hopes for Yashiro to push out of his "comfort zone" of painful sex and start to embrace this more loving way.

What I'd really love to see is Yashiro doing some initiating!!!! The last time he showed any interest is when he grabbed Doumeki to be his watcher instead post timeskip. I wanna see Yashiro pin Doumeki down for once!!

P.S I swear Tumblr if you fuck up this post I'm deleting you

#saezuru tori wa habatakanai #twittering birds never fly #yashiro x doumeki #saezuru ch 57 #saezuru chapter 57

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tgmsunmontue · 27 days

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Tell me what to write weekend...

Only a standard weekend this weekend. It's almost Friday afternoon and the start of my weekend... Adult responsibilities still beckon though.

NUMBERS:

Online and Anonymous - 4/16 Hangster who are anonymous Grindr buddies for YEARS. (Tumblr post)

More than Movie Magic - Hangster Hollywood AU (~3 bits left)

Sagas of Solitude 3/? - IceMav with side Hangster AU - angsty Nepo!Baby

CURRENT LETTERS:

A, C, D, E, H, I, K... Bingo #1, Bingo #2

A) Where do I know you from? There are too many Jakes and Bradleys for Jake and Bradley to be dealing with. (Tumblr idea unspooling here...)

C) To wake, perchance to dream - Jake wakes up in the future, gets a glimpse of what their life could be and then wakes up back right before being called back to Top Gun for the special detachment (e.g. TGM). (Tumblr post and the beginning of the fic)

D) Together or not at all... (SEQUEL) - Hangster - years after Javy/Nat get together they think their best friends (Hangman and Rooster) could maybe try dating each other. It'll either end in disaster or not.

E) Cyclone/Maverick - Cyclone is struggling to deal with being attracted to the most annoying person he's ever met. Why does he like him so much?

H) Getting to know you from the beginning - an Ice/Mav epistolary fic where Jake and Bradley matchmake them, not realising exactly who it is they've matched together.

I) Life is too short to waste time matching socks... 2/? The peach and eggplant socks as an anonymous gift as an incredibly unsubtle hint that someone would like to fuck them. (tumblr idea unspooling here...)

K) Caring, Keeping and Collecting Transformers - A Guide - Transformers cross-over for help me @yeagrave is 110% to blame for me adding this... (related to this post) (Prologue)

BINGO #1 - Hangster Ranch AU

BINGO #2 - IceMav Florist/Undercover Agent AU

You pick 1-3 of the above and either:

Message

Send an ask (Anon is on)

with the letters/Numbers of the fic/s you wish would hurry up and get finished/posted already. (Yes, you can pick the same one three times - some of these fics are that close to getting finished that would be enough to tip them over, you also don't have to pick more than one).

Numbers indicate fics I am consciously working on updating/completing, and likely have a completion date in mind.

Letters indicate fics that are often getting completed because people ask for me to work on them through things like this. (I usually do this every weekend).

Asterisks represent fics that are most likely soon to become numbered fics.

Doing this keeps me on task and makes me accountable. It stops me from procrastinating and I really appreciate people providing their numbers.

THANK YOU!

#what to write weekend #writing and wranglings woes

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hi! i was reading your pinned post and it made me think - what color(s) are each of the aa main characters' theme songs! :0

Synesthesia question yippee!!!!! Here are all main character themes from the games I’ve played <3 so far I’ve done AA1 through AA4 as well as both Investigations games~

Phoenix Wright (Objection! 2001): G minor—dark green

Phoenix Wright (Objection! 2002): F minor—gray-blue

Phoenix Wright (Objection! 2004): D minor—sea green

Maya Fey (Turnabout Sisters 2001/2002): A♭ major—purple (roughly the same shade as her haori <3)

Miles Edgeworth (Great Revival): F minor—gray-blue

Franziska von Karma (Great Revival): G minor—dark green (though it’s worth noting that the Great Revival themes despite being in minor use a lot of borrowed harmonies from the major mode that end up brightening the overall color a little)

Dick Gumshoe (It’s Detective Gumshoe/I can do it when it counts, pal!): C minor—sea blue

Ema Skye (Turnabout Sisters 2005): C major—yellow

Ema Skye (Scientific Detective): G major—pink

Pearl Fey (Pearly Questioning): F major—cerulean

Godot (The Fragrance of Black Coffee): D major—green

Larry Butz (When Something Smells, It’s Usually Me): G mixolydian—yellow (but some sections sound blue due to borrowed flat harmonies)

Apollo Justice (Objection! 2007): G# minor—dark magenta

Trucy Wright (Child of Magic): D major—green

Klavier Gavin (Guilty Love): E♭ major—royal blue

Kay Faraday (The Great Truth Burglar): A minor—light gray

Shi-Long Lang (Speak Up, Pup!): E minor—gold

Raymond Shields (Joking Motive): A minor—light gray (with additional analysis available here if you’re interested :3)

Justine Courtney (Goddess of Law): F minor—gray-blue

Gregory Edgeworth (A Defense Attorney’s Knowledge): C major -> C minor—yellow -> sea blue

Sebastian Debeste (First-Class Reasoning): C major -> F major -> G major—yellow -> cerulean -> pink

Sebastian Debeste (A First-Class Farewell): G minor—dark green

You'll notice that not all colors necessarily match the character's color schemes. This is because while sometimes a character design can influence my synesthetic experiences (which is a whole other conversation in and of itself), they are still primarily based on the key of the theme itself—so a character theme in C major, for example, will always sound yellow regardless of which character it's meant to represent. This is both a blessing and a curse as sometimes the synesthetic color/mood will match a character perfectly whereas other times it will be completely off the mark. But it is still a very fun thing regardless—thank you for the ask!

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 8 months

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A Gentleman Boyfriend

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors.

Blank, ageless, and suspicious blogs will be blocked.

Kicho: "Change your perspective."

Mai: "Kicho?"

He emerged from the trading post and looked at both of us.

Kicho: "I believe Motonari is trying to convey something along those lines."

Motonari: "What? You were eavesdropping?"

Kicho: "I heard your argument through the window."

Mai: "Sorry."

(We shouldn't have argued in front of the trading post, especially with customers coming and going.)

Feeling apologetic, I lowered my voice and asked Kicho.

Mai: "But what do you mean by changing perspectives?"

Kicho: "It means not just thinking about what to sell but considering the perspective of the wearer or the buyer."

Kicho: "Normally, that's what you do."

Mai: "The wearer or the buyer一ah!"

His words helped me realize something.

Mai: "You're right. I've been so focused on what to sell that I've neglected what the wearer would appreciate."

(I might've neglected the important aspect of how to make the wearer happy.)

Kicho: "By thinking about what would make the person wearing it happy, you should be able to create something that truly represents you."

Mai: "Okay, thanks! You really understand me."

Kicho: "I'm not sure if I completely understand you, but I always strive to."

(Kicho...)

Having a supportive lover was really reassuring.

Motonari: "Hey, how long are you going to keep showing off?"

(Crap! I forgot that Motonari was here.)

Kicho: "Motonari, you're here for business, right?"

Motonari: "Of course. I didn't come here just to tease her."

Kicho: "I thought so. Let's talk inside."

He took Motonari and started returning inside. However, as he was leaving, he gently brushed the back of his fingers against my cheek.

Kicho: "I look forward to seeing the designs you create."

Those words lightened my mood, and the stiffness that had settled in my heart began to melt away.

(Right. I should rethink my ideas again!)

(Considering the perspective of the wearer and the buyer...)

(I just need to make something I want to wear and something I want to give as a gift, right?)

I immediately started sketching in my notebook, letting my imagination run wild.

(I should also jot down things that might serve as inspiration.)

I started writing down recent memorable experiences.

(During our negotiation, Kicho held my hand and led me to sit on the sofa.)

(And the gentle way he touched my shoulders and cheeks.)

Mai: "If I were to walk beside a wonderful partner like Kicho, what kind of dress would be perfect?"

Ideas for designs naturally came to mind.

Then, I suddenly heard the sound of a bell ringing from outside and was startled.

Mai: "Whoa! It's already this late!?"

Without realizing it, I'd become engrossed and had drawn several designs.

(Wow, I've made a lot of progress today.)

With a sense of accomplishment, I looked at my sketchpad, and my notes about Kicho caught my eye.

(Weird. Ideas keep popping into my head whenever I think about him.)

(I think I'll continue making notes about him for a while.)

Kicho: "Mai, I'm coming in."

Mai: "Kicho!?"

(I can't let him see these notes!)

I hurriedly put my notebook face down on my desk.

Mai: "C-Come in."

Kicho entered the room and briefly glanced at my desk.

Even though I'd hidden my notebook, the ink and brush were still out.

Kicho: "Were you working on something?"

Mai: "Um, yes. I was just brainstorming some ideas."

Kicho: "I see. It's good that you're working hard, but you should consider going to the bathhouse soon."

Kicho: "They're about to turn off the furnace."

Mai: "O-Okay. I'll get ready and head there."

He nodded and left the room.

Mai: "Phew."

Feeling relieved, I reopened my sketchpad, full of several compliments written about him.

(I can't let him see this. It's too embarrassing! I need to keep it a secret!)

The next day--

I was out shopping with Kicho in town.

Mai: "There seem to be more people than usual."

Kicho: "It's probably crowded in the market, too. Be careful not to get swept away in the crowd."

Mai: "Got it."

Passerby: "Move out of the way!"

I turned towards the voice and saw a cart forcefully rushing through the crowd.

Kicho: "Mai."

(Whoa!)

Kicho placed his hands on my shoulders and instinctively positioned himself in the middle of the road to shield me.

Mai: "Thank you for protecting me."

Kicho: "I just acted on instinct. It wasn't anything special."

He took my hand and interlocked his fingers with mine.

Kicho: "If I'm going to protect you from the crowd, I might as well do it this way."

He firmly held our intertwined hands in a lover's grip.

Kicho: "Don't let go of my hand."

My heart started beating faster as we held hands and gazed at each other.

Mai: "Okay, I won't."

I replied in a slightly trembling voice, and he responded with a gentle smile.

Kicho: "Thank you."

He lifted our joined hands and placed a tender kiss on my fingertips.

(He's incredibly kind, yet he never imposes himself on me.)

(This delicate balance is what makes him a true gentleman.)

I decided to make a note of this in my design book.

The next day, while I was sketching until late at night, I heard a voice from behind the door.

Kicho: "Mai, can I come in?"

Mai: "Kicho?"

I closed my design book and went to greet him.

Mai: "What's wrong? It's already late."

Kicho: "I noticed the light in your room has been on for a while, so I thought you might be overworking yourself."

Kicho: "I brought some tea and snacks. How about taking a short break?"

I looked at the tray and saw a tea set and some rice crackers.

Mai: "Wow, it looks delicious. The tea smells wonderful, too."

Kicho: "I'm glad I found something you like."

He placed the tray on the table, poured tea into the teacup, and offered it to me.

Mai: "I can do it myself!"

Kicho: "We may not have much time to share tea, but please allow me this."

(He's so kind.)

Mai: "You've done so much. Please let me return the favor next time."

He suddenly stood up and gently touched my cheek.

Mai: "Nn..."

Then kissed my lips.

Kicho: "You don't need to thank me. This alone is more than enough."

(Just with a kiss?)

Kicho: "Of course, looking at your face is also soothing."

Mai: "........."

(I'm so lucky to be loved like this.)

At that moment, the snacks and my thoughts about my designs faded into the background. I felt the urge to embrace him, but he gently stepped back.

Kicho: "I'll leave before I become a distraction."

Kicho: "Make sure not to overwork yourself."

Mai: "Okay. Good luck with your work, too."

(Why is he so cool?)

I touched the spot where he had kissed me and watched him leave.

(As expected, talking to him sparks my creativity.)

(I should also jot down today's events while I'm at it.)

Work progressed smoothly, and my compliments about him in my notes doubled in number.

Several days later, I was with him, visiting Darren's mansion.

Maid: "Please, have a seat. The master will be with you shortly."

We were led into a room and had to wait for a while.

Kicho: "It's finally time. How confident are you?"

Mai: "I've prepared several designs that I think are good."

Mai: "I hope there's something Darren will like among them."

As I was about to take out my designs, I noticed something.

Mai: "Huh?"

(No way. Why?)

Part 1╎Part 2╎Premium End╎Epilogue

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen jp #ikesen #ikesen kicho #ikesen kichou #kicho #ikesen translations #cybird

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alicentsswornshield · 9 months

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@wolfie-1221 posted a list of their fav rhaenicent fics 🤌 10/10 recommendations

I've been inspired to share my own list since I've been spending probably too much time on ao3 - hopefully it will be helpful for anyone looking to start reading rhaenicent (note that few are already mentioned in the above mentioned post)

My top 5 (in no particular order):

(WIP) Seven (by @comicxgrl)

The story follows two alternating timelines and you're equally invested in both. It's so so well written, you fall in love with the characters immediately, the pacing of the story line is incredible and with only 5 chapters published, I think story is slowly set up for the main arc. The author is an architect and you can feel the thought process and clear intention behind every line and action.

(WIP) Out of sun (by @lumyart )

Rhaenyra and Alicent share a complicated past. Skip 10yrs later, Alicent is an excellent surgeon, has three kids and a husband. Their paths cross again when Targaryen Enterprises start being involved with Alicent's hospital.

Tags for this story are #bdsm #makingkinkemotional #emotionalslowburn - I think that's all you need to know?

I feel like it's really hard to write about bdsm w/o making it feel gratuitous. That's not the case here. @lumyart involves it as one of the main plot points of the story. It explores the emotional/psychological reason/need behind kinks and how those relationships differ etc. The push and pull in their relationship is dizzying, as the story progresses we get snippets of their past and what went wrong between them and how did they get where they are now. It almost feels like you're uncovering a mystery. There's many layers to the story and each chapter gifts you one piece of the puzzle.

See also: Blame it on Fate (morning show au we deserved) | silver sparks (wish this was the s02 hod script)

Love is complicated (by @molter-writes)

Absolute favourite of molter's fics and that's really hard to decide on.

This story made me want to start a campaign to get @molter-writes to actually write a rhaenicent Notting Hill AU.

Don't even read the summary. Just read everything and anything by @molter-writes , it will always deliver strong writing, a compelling storyline and characters that you can't help but fall in love with. See also: (WIP) leaf and blade | (Completed) grey ridge (ríl liatroma) | (Completed) ride the dragon (and do it quickly) | (WIP) song of the exposition

(WIP) Lying (in the hollows of your heart) (by @wakesirens)

I usually read only modern AUs (because of the misogyny in Westeros, I have enough of that irl thanks) but this fic is amazing nonetheless. Keeping Baelon alive and him being king gives us an alternate version of Rhaenyra's life. One where she's his most trusted advisor and representative of the Crown but she's not bound to the throne/realm in same way as the heir. This allows her to still attain power and freedom usually not afforded to women. Oh and Alicent works in a brothel.

(WIP) What you wanted (by mrdcai)

Berlin, spies, complicated past, angst

Again it's just excellent writing! This one only has 1/3 chapters out but I'm already convinced that it deserves to be among top five fics. Only downside is that the story will only have three chapters, though a part of me is hoping that the author will change their mind and make it a longer story.

Side note, I keep imagining Alicent as Olivia Cooke's character from Slow Horses... great spy/thriller show btw

See also: Desire (I want to turn into you)

Some other fics I loved:

(WIP) Honey, make this easy (by nerdsofdeath)

Alicent is a history professor at university and Rhaenyra is her new TA. It's a slow burn and v angsty 😭

(Completed) Midnights Like This (by pure_black_wings)

College AU, they're two idiots in love that don't know how to cope.

(WIP) War of Hearts (by Silanahfire)

Rhaenyra Targaryen is barren and the realm needs an heir. The King and Grand Maester Mellos found a solution in the scripts of Old Valyria. Alicent Hightower will carry her child, even if the estrangement between the two seemed impossible to end. An arranged marriage waits both.

(WIP) You Broke Me (by skullgamerscy)

Angst 😭

The Silver Queen and the Lady in Green (by Wandering Fan)

This is AU in every sense of the word. The author built a whole different world with its own lore. Very very slow burn

#rhaenicent #hotd #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra x alicent #rhaenyra and alicent #house of the dragon #rhaenicent fic #rhaenicent fanfic #rhaenicent fanfiction #pp

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Could you explain more what you mean by “shows how the wizarding world, which does not seem to be a representative democracy”? Like I feel I probably agree with you but I want to understand it more because like from what little we know of canon wizards do get a say in ministry (ex Fudge lied to public about Voldemort so the public wanted him out and chose Scrimgeour, etc) but cause we don’t see general elections but snap elections it’s unclear ?

The British wizarding world when asked to prove that it's a functioning democracy:

Would love to say a bit more about this (briefly mentioned in the author’s note for Beasts chapter six) 🤸‍♀️ It’s definitely true that the opinions of the wizarding public do hold large sway over the appointment of the Minister of Magic in canon in ways that could imply the existence of wizarding. democracy. But it just seems to me that if the wizarding world in Britain is a democracy, then it's so weak or partial a democracy that I don't think we can really call it one at all. I know that old Pottermore post insists Ministers for Magic are democratically elected, and, as you say, in canon, the Minister of Magic seems to be somehow answerable to public opinion and support in a way that implies some idea of popular self-government through some form of representative democracy. But my view is that, in canon, it's basically not a democracy, for reasons I've put below the cut. (Thank you for letting me waffle on about this!)

The reason I think the wizarding world basically doesn’t seem to function as a representative democracy:

None of the four Ministers of Magic in post in the core timeline of the series participate in (or win) a free and fair election during the canon timeline, and most well-informed characters refer to the post as one filled by appointment (possibly by the Wizengamot). In OotP, Arthur gives a bit of insight on the process of appointment when he's talking about Fudge and Dumbledore's rivalry: '[Dumbledore] never wanted the Minister’s job, even though a lot of people wanted him to take it when Millicent Bagnold retired. Fudge came to power instead, but he’s never quite forgotten how much popular support Dumbledore had, even though Dumbledore never applied for the job.” 'Applied for the job' would be a strange way of describing running for elected office, and Bagnold having 'retired' again doesn't imply an election was held. At the start of HBP, Fudge says he's been 'sacked', and while he says that the public were calling for his resignation, there’s no mention of a snap election. You’re completely right that there could have been one, but to me this sounds more like Scrimgeour is an internal emergency appointment (that he's an Auror suggests to me that it's a bit like bringing in the military, along the lines of a state of emergency provision). That Fudge can stay on 'in an advisory capacity' as a Ministry employee also suggests there are other governmental actors who have the power to 'keep on' outgoing Ministers, suggesting again that the Minister of Magic is usually an appointed rather than elected office. Obviously, Thicknesse becomes Minister in... not very democratic circumstances. And then Kingsley gets 'named temporary Minister for Magic' in a decision made by who bloody knows at the end of DH, which again suggests the existence of an unelected body called upon to appoint Ministers, at the very least, in times of emergency.

Even if we buy the idea that the Minister of Magic is elected sometimes, the Wizengamot doesn't ever seem to be, and it seems likely they're body with the power to appoint or dismiss the Minister of Magic without an election. Even if you take the Pottermore post on its own terms, it seems the wizarding community only get to elect the office of the Minister for Magic and not any representatives of an elected chamber who would legislate on their behalf, and who might sit in an assembly like MPs in a parliament or congressmen or senators from different regions. There also doesn’t seem to be a system where the proportion of votes corresponds with the number of representatives and therefore majority/minority control of an elected chamber, either with or without a party-political system. In canon, the Wizengamot really doesn't seem to be a body of elected representatives. They seem to be much more like an unelected legislative body of grandees, some with inherited titles, some appointed as an honours system, like the House of Lords in the UK, but also with the power to hold court trials. (There's a great meta on this that I really enjoyed - it's a bit ahistorical, but it's super rich and fun exploration of different models for the Wizengamot's strange blend of executive and legislative power in the British political tradition).

Popular opinion can matter in non-democracies, and popular opinion and support for political figures seems to matter a lot in the wizarding world. In GoF, Sirius gives us an insight, admittedly that of an outsider, of the process of ministerial appointments when he talks about Barty Crouch Sr. Sirius says Crouch was 'tipped for the next Minister of Magic' and had 'his supporters': 'Plenty of people thought he was going about things the right way, and there were a lot of witches and wizards clamouring for him to take over as Minister of Magic.' This sounds like strong popular support, likely communicated through wizarding media, but also just through hearsay and gossip through Ministry and adjacent circles. But what Sirius describes doesn't sound like a support base of voters, and certainly Crouch doesn't seem to have run against Fudge in an election.

Everyone seems to think of the Ministry as holding a broadly technocratic role in wizarding life (even though it's actually extremely political and also functions as the justice system). The Ministry of Magic seems to exist to both shield Muggles from knowledge of magic, to make and enforce law, and to function as a bureaucracy overseeing and ensuring the smooth running of education, trade, communication, transport etc. It doesn't seem to function as a social democracy in the sense of having any kind of welfare state. But this (false) idea of the Ministry as having a fundamentally apolitical social role lends itself to this idea of the wizarding world being a tepid democracy, with a populace broadly happy to give up certain democratic freedoms if it's in the public interest, trading off elements of self-government in exchange for greater efficiency or seeming sense of safety.

It seems possible, even likely, that Kingsley, as a progressive, would try to make his appointment as Minister official and legitimate through a free and fair election after the war (Lee Jordan says Kingsley's “got his vote” if he runs for office after the war - it's extremely funny to me that the only character to talk about voting in the entire series is the deeply unserious Lee Jordan in a jokey radio segment). We don't know that for sure, though, and when the series ends, it is with an unelected Shacklebolt caretaker government. The goodies might win, but democracy continues to elude the wizarding world as the series concludes.

...Basically, you know that scene in OotP when they're at the Hog's Head planning the DA? It's sort of a perfect illustration of the wizarding world's approach to democracy lol. Hermione is one of the nuisance progressives trying to do something mad like 'hold an election', Cho is the voice of the Wizengamot:

“Well, I’ve been thinking about the sort of stuff we ought to do first and — er —” He noticed a raised hand. “What, Hermione?” “I think we ought to elect a leader,” said Hermione. “Harry’s leader,” said Cho at once, looking at Hermione as though she were mad, and Harry’s stomach did yet another back flip. “Yes, but I think we ought to vote on it properly,” said Hermione, unperturbed. “It makes it formal and it gives him authority. So — everyone who thinks Harry ought to be our leader?” Everybody put up their hands, even Zacharias Smith, though he did it very halfheartedly. “Er — right, thanks,” said Harry, who could feel his face burning.

#meta #beasts #shoutout lee jordan the only man who mentions voting in all seven hp books #wizarding politics #wizarding world #ministry of magic #i loved answering this tysm #i just love that sassy gambon dumbledore gif so much

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