#i want that to be a thread that continues

[silvaurum]

ID: Screenshot of a quote thread on bluesky. The quoted OP is by wow! you made it. It reads: 'Cis men truly need to understand the power of saying "that's fucked up bro why would you say that" to another cis man' The quote response is by Aslynn AuDHD. It reads: 'Additional scripts for cis hey white men who want to be better allies: "What a weird thing to say" "Do you hear yourself right now?" "You shouldn't say shit like that to people" "I won't let you talk to them that way" "That's a disgusting opinion to have" "Shut the fuck up, dude"'. end ID.

Comment: as someone who hangs with white cis dudes, i'd also like to add some that have done things for me:

"what are you talking about?" said like they just sincerely told you the moon is made of cheese. "where did you hear that?" ^ this works better if ur not cis het white and a man, but: "wait, i don't get it," when they're 'joking'. make them explain the 'joke'. act like you've never heard of that before, or that you think it's unfunny. the awkwardness sometimes gets them to shut the fuck up way better than direct confrontation. "what's your problem?" "you're being a dick right now" "knock it off" "are you serious?" "okay edgelord, anyway" or "shut the fuck up, dude" + then immediately and confidently contradict him in a way that continues the conversation with someone else. cut off the oxygen to the bigotry. he now has to make it awkward and break up the flow of conversation if he wants to keep being a bigot.

ymmv, some of these are more geared towards stopping the behavior without directly confronting it, which is going to depend on circumstances. but "shut the fuck up" and "knock it off" are both really really useful phrases that i recommend practicing.

[wosola]

French kisses .3 - Lucy Bronze x French!Reader

Summary: This is during Lucy Bronze’s time playing for Lyon, she's just gotten into a relationship with R, a 22-year-old student. For R it is the first time sleeping with someone.

Warnings: This is an 18+ fanfic with explicit content, so minors DNI. Smut; Readers' first time, cunnilingus, fingering. Fluff; aftercare.

Part 1 - Part 2

Seeing you captivated, lucy gently took your hands in hers, smirking a little as she guided them to her chest. She laced her fingers through yours, encouraging you to cup her breasts, your palms brushing over the sensitive peaks. You gave a gentle squeeze, feeling the heat of her skin against your hands, still entranced by her body.

Lucy’s smile softened as she took in your focused expression. “feels good?” She asked amused.

“mhm,” you murmured, still in a bit of a daze before you blinked, meeting her eyes. “yeah.”

She let her hands drift to your own chest, fingers trailing over your skin before her thumbs brushed over your nipples, drawing a shiver from you.

She leaned in, catching your lips in a kiss, gently lowering you against the bed again.

One hand moved to support her weight beside you, while her other continued its exploration of your chest.

Her kisses were slow, unhurried, like she was savoring every touch and every inch of you.

After a moment her mouth began to travel, leaving a line of open-mouthed kisses down your neck, the sensation of her lips heightening the sensitivity of your skin beneath her.

Your hand moved to thread into her hair, tugging her closer to your body. Even though it felt overwhelming, you didn’t want her to stop.

Every inch of you was alive under her touch, your heart beating faster and faster as her lips pressed lower. You felt your breaths grow shallow, anticipation building with every kiss that explored your skin.

Your breath hitched. Her mouth was warm and soft and when she brushed a kiss just above your nipple, you couldn’t help the way your fingers tightened slightly in her hair.

Slowly she brought her lips to the bud, kissing it in a way that made you exhale a shaky breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

A strange warmth spread through you. It was both tender and exhilarating, you could feel her smiling against you at how your body reacted on her touch.

Her tongue darted out, brushing lightly and you felt an overwhelming thrill ripple through you.

You’d never been touched like this before and as she played with your sensitive skin you felt your body responding, tingling, becoming alive under her attention in a way that was new for you.

She looked up, gauging your reaction. It was a sight, her mouth on your breast and her eyes focused on you. You sent her a pleading look, you wanted her to continue.

Your heart raced and your cheeks heated up as her mouth trailed down, her kisses slow and lingering as she moved lower, across the dip of your ribs and toward your belly.

By the time her lips reached your waist, you found yourself squirming slightly beneath her, anticipation and a tinge of shyness mingling in the pit of your stomach.

Her lips brushed your hips and without having control over it your legs shook, your hips bucking.

Lucy paused, noticing the way you shifted restlessly. She chuckled, glancing up at you. Her eyes met yours from where she hovered at your hips, a spark of mischief in her gaze.

You thought she looked so beautiful there, half-smiling, her face inches away from the most intimate parts of you.

There was something about the way she looked at you, or maybe it was her position. But seeing her like this, gazing up at you with that soft, adoring look, made you feel a mix of excitement and bashfulness, like you were about to share something of yourself that no one other then yourself had ever come close to before.

Lucy’s hand slid gently along your thigh, she paused, meeting your gaze with a soft, questioning look. “can I take these off?” She asked, her voice low and warm.

You nodded, too caught up in the moment to form any words.

You lifted your hips slightly to help her slide your pants down. Your underwear got caught in your pants, leaving you bare, the cool air hit your skin and you became suddenly aware of just how wet you were.

When you were alone, you rarely got this wet—but with Lucy, after a particularly nice make-out session, you’d sometimes even had to change your underwear.

She had that effect on you, something you had never experienced before. Now, with her being able to see the evidence of that in front of her, you felt a thrill of vulnerability.

But the way she looked at you was so reassuring. Her gaze was gently but there was also a sliver of hunger in her gaze, making you feel comfortable and safe but also wanted.

She dropped your pants aside and trailed her fingers lightly along the outsides of your thighs.

Leaning down, she pressed a soft kiss to your knee, then began a slow journey upward.

Her lips brushed along the sensitive skin just above your knee, then slightly higher and with each kiss you felt like breathing was getting harder.

You shifted beneath her, unable to stop a small, involuntary whine from escaping your lips as she moved closer to your center.

Lucy looked up, smirking, clearly pleased by the effect she was having on you. Her gaze was dark but full of tenderness and her smile held a hint of playful mischief.

You felt your cheeks warm as she continued kissing her way up your thigh, savoring each inch of your skin as if it were something precious, like she was worshipping you.

Each kiss, each inch closer, left you feeling more and more exposed, yet it only made the moment feel more thrilling.

Lucy’s lips hovered just above your skin, her warm breath fanning across your inner thigh.

Her hands moved softly, brushing up along your hips as she placed a lingering kiss near the edge of your thigh where it bordered your hip.

Her voice was a soft murmur, barely above a whisper, as she took in the way you squirmed beneath her touch. “mmm my beautiful girl,” she breathed, almost to herself. But the words hit something within you, a sense of need building into something almost too intense.

You shifted, your body aching for her, a tension unfurling like an ache that only she could relieve. A soft whimper escaped you.

Lucy’s gaze flicked upward, her lip caught between her teeth as she leaned back up over you to meet your eyes.

She paused just before your mouth, “what’s wrong?” She asked, playfully, a glimmer of amusement in her eyes as she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

You rolled your eyes, a breathy chuckle slipping out as you let your hands trail up her back, tugging her closer. “luce, you know what you’re doing,” you whined, your voice barely a whisper, thick with longing. “Soyez cool, please continuez.” <<Come on, please continue>>

Lucy smirked as she took in the flush on your cheeks and the way your body arched toward her. “oh, I see,” she murmured, giving you one more lingering kiss, slow and teasing, before shifting her position again and pressing her mouth along the curve of your stomach.

Her kisses traced a slow path downward again, her lips grazing every sensitive inch as she settled back between your legs.

You noticed Lucy seemed to like holding a bit of dominance over you. You liked it, it was attractive to you when she was a little bit cocky and smug. 

As her lips traveled closer to your center, you felt the anticipation build impossibly thicker, every inch of your skin alight. You couldn’t help the soft, impatient sounds that kept slipping out.

Your hand drifted back into her hair, fingers curling as you subtly guided her, the need in you too strong to hold back.

Lucy laughed softly against your skin, pausing to look up, her mouth curved in a wicked smile. “mm eager, are we?” She whispered, a hint of a smirk dancing in her eyes before she dipped her head.

As her lips finally settled exactly where you needed, a weird sensation flooded over you, the world melted away, leaving only the feeling of her mouth.

The sensation was unlike anything you’d felt before. Lucy’s mouth was soft yet firm, moving with a rhythm that had you teetering somewhere between pleasure and something almost overwhelming. Her tongue glided over your most sensitive spot. It sent shockwaves through your body.

At first, you tried to keep your eyes open, to focus on lucy’s head moving between your thighs, her dark hair splayed out against your skin.

But as her lips closed around your clit, sucking gently, your body’s reaction was instinctive—a rush of heat that had you throwing your head back onto the mattress.

The feeling was almost too much, yet exactly what you craved, each touch driving you higher. Your breaths came quicker, shallower, the wetness between your legs only growing as lucy's mouth explored you.

Lucy seemed to sense every change, every shift in your breathing, the gasps that fell from your lips feeding her intensity. She stayed in tune with you, her mouth working at just the right pace, never letting up as if she were entirely fueled by your reactions.

You felt her fingers press into your thighs, anchoring you.

A deep, almost strangled moan escaped your lips, a sound you barely recognized as your own and suddenly lucy paused, her head lifting, gaze meeting yours in concern.

“are you alright?” she asked softly, her voice full of care, her expression open and vulnerable. “did i-”

The absence of her touch was stark and you couldn’t help the whine that left you, a plea that surprised even you. “luce, please,’’ you managed, ‘’don’t stop,” your voice nearly breathless, heavy with need.

Her lips curved into a gentle smile, her hand brushing over your thigh reassuringly before she leaned back down, her mouth finding you again. She took her time, her rhythm building up until you felt yourself slipping under completely, the pleasure becoming a wave that crashed over you, washing everything else away. Quiet gasps and soft whiny moans leaving your lips uncontrollably.

As lucy’s mouth worked steadily against you, a rising warmth built up inside again, coiling tighter with every flick and caress. Your breaths came out in quick, shallow bursts.

She didn’t rush, but there was an intensity, a focus in the way her tongue moved over your clit, each pass bringing you closer and closer to that edge, that tipping point where everything would slip away.

The tension inside you built into an ache that was at once too much and not nearly enough.

Your body tensed as she held you right on that precipice, every muscle tightening until, finally, with a strangled moan, you went tumbling over.

The release hit you in waves, the pleasure so powerful it felt almost surreal, your body shuddering under her touch. Your hands gripping tighter in her hair as your legs shook, your back arching off the bed as the sensation flooded through you. You barely recognized the sounds coming from your own mouth.

Lucy didn’t stop, her mouth was gentle but still persistent, helping you through the aftershock, her touch grounding and reassuring as you came down, feeling the pleasure fade.

You could feel her smile against your skin, a pleased hum escaping her.

When you finally opened your eyes, dazed and breathless, lucy was watching you, her gaze soft yet smoldering, filled with an affection and pride that left you feeling completely seen.

With one last gentle kiss to your thigh, she made her way back up to you, her eyes meeting yours, her fingers brushing your cheek. You could barely manage a shaky smile, still lost somewhere between bliss and amazement.

Lucy leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your lips and you could taste the hint of yourself on her.

“was that good?” she murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face.

You let out a small, breathy laugh as you looked up at her. “yes,” you chuckled, reaching for her, pulling her close.

You both shifted on the bed to the headboard and laid there, still catching your breath, legs tangled together, faces inches apart on the pillow. The air between you felt softer somehow, both of you caught in that post-bliss haze where everything seemed a little warmer, like a little pink cloud had formed around the two of you.

Lucy reached over, gently brushing a finger along your cheek. "so," she murmured, a hint of a smile in her eyes, "was that…alright? For your first time, I mean."

You laughed softly, reaching up to hold her hand against your cheek. “mhm, you were very gentle with me, lucy. It felt really good.” You shifted a bit, unable to stop the grin spreading across your face. "I already can’t wait for the next time."

Lucy laughed, a bright sound that melted into the moment, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. “well, that’s a good sign.” She kissed your forehead and then your nose, her smile warm. “guess I did alright, then.”

You bit your lip, feeling a small swell of nerves. “…what if I can’t do it as well for you?” You whispered, the words half-buried in the pillow. “I mean, you made it seem so…easy but I d-”

She shook her head and leaned in, giving you a reassuring kiss. “you’ll do amazing and hey, the first times are about figuring things out together. Some trial and error’s is normal, you know?”

You nodded, letting her words sink in.

‘’honestly, I think you’re never done learning or exploring, just remember everything is no-pressure, we do things because they’re fun and because it feels good, not because we have too.’’ lucy ended her sentence with a chuckle, ‘’I know that you know that, but I will just keep telling you.’’ she said, noticing you smiling at her.

She shifted to lay on her side and leaned in to kiss your cheek, ‘’I love you y/n.’’

You smiled, leaning closer. ‘’I love you too, luce.’’ you captured her lips with yours.

You realized it was kind of hot tasting yourself in her mouth.

The kiss deepened. You reached down, running your hand over her hip, fingers lingering just above the waistband of her pants. “could I…take these off?” You asked, mirroring how she’d asked you earlier, meeting her gaze.

Lucy nodded, a soft “yes” barely audible as she lifted her hips, helping you slide them down her legs.

Her boxers were still on but you could see a dark spot where the fabric clung to her, sending a blush spreading across your cheeks.

The realization that she was as affected by you as you were by her made your heart race. You looked up, half-wondering if she’d notice you staring.

Her own cheeks flushed and she laughed softly, glancing away before looking back at you.

You felt a little thrill of confidence as a small smirk tugged at your lips. Your fingers lightly grazed her thighs, you felt her muscles tense beneath your touch, sparking a new sense of excitement in you.

It felt good to effect lucy. You wanted to make her feel good.

The two of you moved slowly at first, faces close enough to feel each other's breaths as you melted into a kiss.

You settled over her, your bodies fitting together in a way that felt effortless and as you began to kiss her deeper, the gentle rise and fall of her chest under yours sent a thrill through you.

A gentle shift brought your hips flush against hers and as you leaned in, you felt the heat radiating from her. The friction, even through the cotton of her boxers, was enough to send a spark up your spine, making you breathe a little harder, a little less steady.

The warmth and wetness pressed against your thigh felt almost like an invitation, urging you to press down.

Lucy let out a soft, shaky sigh, her hands roaming to your waist, gently guiding you to grind down against her with a slow rhythm that matched the way your mouths moved together.

Her lips parted with a quiet gasp as her fingers pressed slightly into your sides, her response only fueling you.

You moved purely on instinct, each touch and kiss guided by how she responded to you. It was exhilarating to feel the way lucy’s body reacted under you.

Your fingers found their way to her chest, cupping her breast with a tentative squeeze that drew a soft sound from her lips, her breath catching as your thumb grazed over her nipple.

You felt her shiver slightly, her hand tracing the skin on your back as you leaned in again, letting your tongue explore her mouth.

The heat between you both grew, each kiss blending into the next, and you found yourself getting lost in the rhythm of it all.

It was a lot—it made your heart race and your skin got clammy—but it felt good.

A flush crept over you, the sense of being in control adding a thrill that you felt between your own legs, even though nothing was happening there.

You could feel the tension in her body, how her lips parted, breathy and eager against yours and for a moment, you were almost taken aback. You seemed to be doing something well.

Breaking from the kiss, you looked down at lucy with a soft, adoring smile before leaning in to press your lips to her neck. You let your mouth trail down, licking and nipping lightly at her skin, just like how she’d done at yours, savoring every shiver and tiny sound she made under you.

“y/n—” she started, her voice breathless and almost desperate, before she stopped herself.

“what?” you murmured, still nestled in the crook of her neck, tasting her skin and feeling her pulse quicken beneath your lips.

“nothing,” she whispered, her cheeks tinged red. “move at your own pace, I… I just got a little carried away.”

Her reaction made you smirk, something bolder awakening within you. You lifted yourself slightly, resting your hands on either side of her thighs, “what is it?” You whispered, voice low and questioning. “do you want me?”

She nodded, hesitant but unmistakably eager.

“where do you want me?” the words left your lips before you even knew you’d say them, a spark of mischief lighting up inside you as her blush deepened. You didn’t know where you got the boldness.

“no just go your pace, I—”

You tilted your head, giving her a soft whine. “Lucy, amor. You can tell me, I promise.”

She took a shaky breath, her eyes searching yours for a moment and then she took your hand in hers, guiding it down until you where inside her underwear. “I’m so wet for you, y/n,” she whispered, her cheeks flushed but her gaze steady.

A quiet gasp escaped you as your fingers brushed her slick folds, her arousal coating your skin.

You looked up, meeting her eyes as you drew your hand back and without thinking, brought your fingers to your mouth, closing your lips around them.

You hummed, the taste strange but somehow… hers, and you liked it.

When you opened your eyes again, lucy was watching you intently, her gaze heated and unwavering. You felt your own cheeks flush as you let out a shy smile. “you, uh… you taste good,” you said softly, brushing a gentle kiss to her lips. “I like your taste.”

“mmm,” she murmured against your mouth, her smile playful as she kissed you again. “by the way, I like your taste too.”

You chuckled, the intimacy between you felt good, it felt safe. “oh yeah?” You asked laughingly, grinning as she let out a laugh, pulling you in for another kiss, her arms wrapping around you in a way that made you feel like she was never letting you go again.

You pulled back just enough to look down at her, her face glowing softly in the candlelight, her eyes warm and waiting. The moment felt charged and before you knew it, the words were on your lips again.

“I love you, lucy.” You just couldn’t stop saying it.

Her eyes softened, looking at you adoringly. “I love you too, y/n. So much.” She leaned up, capturing your mouth in a kiss that was both deep and gentle, her hands cradling your face.

As you continued kissing, you felt her hips shifting under you, her breathing quickening. Your hand slipped to the band of her underwear, your eyes searching hers. “is it okay if I…?”

Lucy nodded eagerly, almost breathlessly. “yes, yes.”

You slid the fabric down her hips, watching her lift them slightly to help you, until they were completely off. You couldn’t help but take in the sight of her.

You crawled back over her, mirroring her earlier ways, pressing soft kisses along her skin, doing as she had learned you.

When you reached her chest, you hesitated for just a moment, uncertain but excited. Gently, you placed a soft kitten lick against her hardened bud, looking up at her, searching her face. “is… is that alright?” You asked, voice barely a whisper.

Lucy’s breath hitched slightly, her eyes meeting yours. “yes,” she murmured, her hands brushing encouragingly through your hair. “you can keep going, please.”

Her encouragement gave you a boost of confidence and you lingered there, exploring, letting your mouth take in the soft warmth of her skin, savoring her every shiver and sigh. She made it easy to find rhythm.

After a while you moved lower taking your time as you kissed down her stomach.

You liked the way her muscles twitched under your touch, every little response of hers made you proud. You felt like you where doing good.

When you finally reached the lines just above her core, you could catch her scent. You licked along her v-line, looking up at her. She was biting her lip and her gaze was hungry.

After a few more kisses and licks you paused, leaning back slightly, taking in the sight of her core, her body open and inviting. She didn’t seem to have any problems with showing herself to you.

Gently, you placed your hands on her inner thighs and pushed her legs further open, your gaze taking her in with quiet awe.

As you settled between lucy’s legs, her scent surrounded you, making your heart pound. You weren’t sure where to start, but you let instinct guide you, placing a gentle kisses on her inner thigh before trailing closer to her center.

You hesitated, feeling both excitement and nerves.

You began slowly, tasting her tentatively. It felt unfamiliar and you weren’t sure if you were doing it ‘right,’ but the way lucy’s breath hitched encouraged you.

You continued, experimenting with different movements, trying to focus on her responses.

After a while of trying out different things you felt a dull ache creeping into your jaw, your rhythm faltering. You looked up, eyes meeting hers, trying to read her expression.

Lucy was watching you with a soft, almost amused smile, her gaze warm and reassuring.

“am I… did I do something right? Does it feel nice?” You asked, a bit breathless, cheeks flushed.

She nodded, brushing her fingers along your cheek. “you’re doing so well, really,” she murmured. “we don’t have to keep going if you’re not comfortable. We can go again another time.” Her voice understanding.

You shook your head, wanting her to feel as good as she’d made you feel. “I want to keep going,” you whispered determinedly. “I want to make you feel good too.”

Lucy smiled and shifted, then, her smile changed into a grin, flipping the both of you so that you were lying back against the bed. She hovered over you, peppering your face with light kisses. “tonight’s about you baby.”

You tried to protest, but she leaned in, her voice dropping to a tender whisper. “maybe,” she murmured, “I can make you feel good again?”

You chuckled as she kissed a ticklish spot in your neck. ‘’Luceee.’’

She leaned back and looked lovingly at you, ‘’what is it my beautiful girl?’’ she teasingly asked.

With a hand cupping the back of her neck you pulled her closer, kissing her. Though your mouth was pretty tired.

She smiled in to the kiss and murmured something you couldn’t hear. She kissed your cheek before dipping lower, finding your neck again.

Lucy’s lips lingered at the base of your neck, her hands sliding gently along your sides. She eased her hand lower, fingers trailing down to your inner thigh, her touch sending a shiver through you as anticipation built.

Your legs automatically opened up for her more.

With a look of quiet reassurance, she brought her hand between your legs, letting her thumb circle over your clit in gentle, teasing motions. The sensation was different and you couldn’t help the soft whimpers that slipped from your lips.

Slowly, she let a finger press into you, the movement gentle, exploring, her touch bringing a blend of intensity and tenderness that made you tremble. Lucy’s gaze never left your face, watching your reactions as her finger began to pump in a slow, steady rhythm.

Her thumb continued to press softly against your clit, it felt like she knew just the right balance, just the right pressure to send waves of pleasure rippling through you. The intimacy of her touch, the look in her eyes, everything about the moment felt so personal. It was so.. Intimate.

Your body responded on her instinctively, hips lifting to meet her touch, your breathing growing shallow. The tension built gradually, an ache and a heat growing from her touch as she curled her finger slightly. Every press, every stroke pushed you closer and she sensed it, her thumb circling a little faster as she held you close.

It felt like she knew exactly how your body worked.

A couple moments later the tension within you broke all at once, a rush of euphoria coursing through you as your body shuddered against her hand.

Your breaths came in short gasps, your body quivering as waves of pleasure washed over you, leaving you feeling weightless and completely undone.

Lucy held you through it, placing soft kisses against your temple as the intensity had faded. You noticed her breath was a little shaky too.

The room was still wrapped in the warm light of candles, shadows flickering gently as lucy and you laid sprawled across the bed, your breaths gradually slowing, chests rising and falling in a non-matching rhythm.

The air felt thick with contentment, like nothing else mattered outside this cozy little haven you’d made together.

After a moment, you shifted, rolling over to rest your head on lucy’s chest, feeling her heartbeat steady beneath your cheek.

You traced gentle patterns across her skin, savoring the warmth of her body against yours.

You tilted your head to look up at her, cheeks coloring slightly as you stumbled over your words. “I’m, uh… sorry I didn’t manage to… you know… make you… um…”

Lucy looked down at you with a soft smile, brushing a gentle hand through your hair. “Hey,” she murmured, sitting up slightly so she could meet your eyes. “none of that.”

She took your hand in hers, her thumb tracing circles along your fingers, then flashed a playful grin. “besides,” she teased, “this just gives us more reasons to try again... and again... and again.” She said semi-jokingly.

A laugh slipped out of you. “oh, reallyy?” you replied, trying to sound unimpressed but not quite pulling it off.

“Mhm,” she nodded, eyes sparkling with playful confidence. “Practice makes perfect, you know. and I’m more than happy to help.” She paused, giving you a look that made you wonder if she was about to say something sweet or ridiculous. “I’m actually a really good coach.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop the grin that crept onto your face. ‘’Mhm I’m sure you are,’’ you chuckled. She was just too cute.

In a burst of affection, Lucy leaned in and began peppering your face with soft, quick kisses.

Laughing, you half-heartedly pushed her away. “Luce, what are you doing?”

She pressed a kiss near your ear, her voice low and affectionate. “I just love you so much,” she whispered, pulling back just enough to look at you, her expression warm. “So, so much.”

Your chest felt light as you chuckled, brushing a lock of her hair back. “I love you too, silly girl.”

“Silly?” She pouted, looking playfully wounded. “why did I deserve that?”

You cupped her face in your hands, your thumbs gently grazing her cheeks. “The best kind of silly.”

She tilted her head, her smile widening. “Alright, then. What’s a silly girl gotta do to get a kiss around here?”

You laughed, “ask.”

She leaned in, her voice soft as her eyes locked with yours. “can I have a kiss?” she whispered, her gaze lingering on your lips.

Your heart fluttered as if it was something special she asked, even though you had kissed her hundreds of times by now, but maybe kissing Lucy would always be special. “ofcourse,” you replied, your voice barely more than a murmur, leaning in until your lips met.

A pleased smile spread across your face as you settled into her arms after breaking the kiss.

“It felt very good, what you did’’ you swallowed, not knowing why you where suddenly a truth-well, ‘’better then most things I did on my own before.” You laughed, cheeks burning at your own honesty. “way better.”

She laughed with you, a light and happy sound. “Perfect,” she smiled, kissing the top of your head, “and it is only going to get better.”

“Can’t wait,” you replied, snuggling closer, “I think I liked what you did that second time best.”

She squeezed you gently, her fingers drawing lazy circles on your shoulder. “Mmmm, did you.”

You nodded against her, placing a kiss down on her neck. ‘’but I liked both.’’

‘’That’s good, I liked both too,’’ she said, her hand traveling from the small of your back to your ass, ‘’and you did well for me too.’’

You got shy, hiding your face against her embarrassed. Groaning, ‘’maybe next time I can do better.’’

‘’Noo baby, you did really well for your first time, it was good, really’’ Lucy cooed, her hand sliding up again, wrapping you up in an embrace.

You relaxed in to her, ‘’mhm.’’

-

After a few quiet moments, you spoke up “think we should take a shower?”

Lucy groaned dramatically, she pressed a kiss to your forehead. “we should… and then we have to turn off, like, a hundred candles.”

You glanced around at the warm glow of the room, half-hoping you both could stay cozily wrapped up in bed forever.

Lucy laughed, brushing a lock of hair from your face. “but we can handle all that later. First, we should eat.”

A grin spread across your face as your stomach let out a rumbling growl. “mmm, yes,” you sighed, sinking deeper against her. “you were so cute buying all my favorites. Seriously, when I saw the packaging..’’ you sighed contently ‘’you are my soulmate.”

She grinned proudly. “had to get it all perfect.’’ She shifted, coming up from under you, ‘’mkay, give me one second—I’ll be right back.”

Lucy slipped out of bed, grabbing a pair of boxers and a t-shirt from the nearby chair.

She shot you a little smile as she headed toward the door. You watched her go before slipping under the covers.

A few moments later, lucy returned, balancing a plate of food in one hand and a cold bottle of water in the other. “room service for madame” she announced with a playful grin, kicking the door shut behind her.

You sat up, a grin spreading across your face as you watched her come back over. “m fancy treatment,” you chuckled, pulling the covers up around you as you settled against the headboard, “I’ll have to leave a good tip.”

She settled down beside you, placing the plate and water on the nightstand and leaned in to brush her lips against yours. “you are my favorite customer,” she murmured with a soft smile.

You gave her a shy smile, cheeks warm as you took a piece of food of the plate. “mmm, I think this kind of ‘dinner in bed’ will be my new favorite thing.”

Lucy laughed, reaching for a baby tomato. “I’m glad, because I’ll be happy to make it a regular thing.”

As you both ate the food, you nestled against her, letting the quiet, cozy warmth settle between you. You leaned your head on her shoulder, gazing up at her. “I feel so lucky that you’re my girlfriend.”

Lucy’s eyes softened, her fingers tracing along your arm. “I feel pretty damn lucky too.”

a/n; Okay I hope that was good. Thank you again, @bruhnze and thank you to the people liking and sharing!

[koolades-world]

have three really great ideas but this one was brainrotting me more so you get this one first. may or may not be inspired by myself and the amount of birthmarks i have personally (i do actually have all the birthmarks listed!) if you guys want a part two for solomon's birthmarks and mc doting on him, let me know. i could make that happen!

i can't explain it but i kept thinking of that one solomon and his wives post written by my beloved mutal alba while writing this. not sure why, but i'm giving credit where it is due. please go check her out!!!

this can read a little suggestive so read with caution! however, i think it's very very cute!! <3

birthmarks

"Hey, Mc." Solomon looked up from the book he was reading. You were seated not too far from him, sitting cross-legged on the ground surrounded by papers you were organizing.

"What's up?" You didn't look up from what you were doing.

"Have you ever heard of any old wives tales behind birthmarks?" He asked.

"Well, that was out of the blue." When you paused, he continued to look at you expectantly. "Yes, I've heard a couple. The first one I thought of were they were how you died in a past life." You let out a snort of laughter at the expression that crossed the sorcerer's face.

"That's not the one I was thinking of." He shook his head.

"Then, you must've been thinking of the one where they're where you've been kissed in a past life. If the death one was the case, I would've had some brutal deaths." You recalled the simple, yet romantic myth where every birthmark was a kiss left by a lover of your past. You much preferred that outlook, even if it wasn't real.

"That's the one. Now, I'm curious..." He trialed off, giving you his best attempt at puppy dog eyes.

"You could've just asked in a normal way. You're my partner. Asmo must be rubbing off on you." You got up, and joined him on the sofa.

"No, Asmo would've just asked you to get naked." The two of you giggled together at the idea. In his defense, he was right.

"Do you have any birthmarks?" You wondered how he'd thought to ask something like that in the first place.

"Maybe you'll get to see later, if you're lucky." Solomon winked at you.

"Solomon!" You smacked his arm, to which he pulled you into a hug back.

"Maybe you can help me find each and every one..." He voiced died as the words left his mouth. He ran a thumb over the birthmark on your cheek, his touch gentle. You could tell he'd already moved on from that idea despite how enthralled he'd seemed with it a second ago. "This a cute spot to have one."

You had many birthmarks, but the one on your cheek was the one most easily visible. "Thanks. I must've gotten lots of cheek kisses." You remarked. "Is this the one that got you thinking?" You put a hand over his, which was still on your face.

"You read my mind." You studied his face of oddly deep concentration. While he was looking at you, he didn't even realize he wasn't meeting your gaze. Instead, he seemed to be memorizing your features.

"Compared to the others, this one is small." This comment seemed to snap him out of his stupor.

"Where are the rest?" His hand stayed on your cheek, but seemed ready to move to the next area at any point.

"I've got a fair amount on my arms and hands. There's one on the base knuckle of my right index finger, and another just underneath the first knuckle of my left ring finger." He took both of your hands in his, moving to study them next.

"You were well loved." He threaded your fingers together. "They were sweet to you, and married you." You began to grow shy once you realized the implications of the birthmark on your ring finger, and a little upset with yourself for not realizing that sooner.

"I'd never thought of that." You cleared your throat, and pushed past the mild embarrassment. "I also have one on my left forearm, and one on both of the backs of my shoulders." He let go of your right hand to run his fingers up your arm and to your back, but held steadfast onto your left hand. He remained silent, his lips a thin line.

"I have one over my heart, and one in the center of my chest." You pressed a finger over the center of your chest where you knew the mark was. Solomon's frigid hands settled over your heart. You hoped he couldn't feel how it was racing under his touch.

"Is that all of them?" He finally met your eyes. They were filled with a tenderness you could only place as fondness.

"No, I have a couple more." You took his free hand, and guided it down to where the remaining two were. You knew he'd do it anyways. "I've got one here." You placed his hand on your hip. After steeling your nerves, you guided his hand lower down to your inner thigh. "And one here."

"You were well loved." He repeated. You'd expected some sort of snide comment about the placement of the last one, but that didn't even seem to be on his mind. You stared at him, trying to figure out what thoughts were running through his head. You left his hand on your leg, and stroked his face like he'd done for you moments ago.

"Solomon, are you jealous?" The corners of his lips twitched at your comment.

"What if I am?" He sighed. He held your left hand close to his body, and cuddled you close to him.

"Did you ever consider that maybe it was you?" You whispered.

"Me?" Solomon sounded surprised.

"I think it was you. If you don't believe that the way I do, you can replace them. That way, I have double the kisses from you, and you know for sure your lips were the last to touch me." You could tell your words were getting through to him by the way his zeroed in on yours.

Instead of responding, he lifted your left hand to his lips, and kissed your left ring finger, and ghost of a smile on his face. "Then, I have work to do, don't I?"

[pratically-imperfect]

Caitlyn is so messy and complex of a character, and while her original goals were paved in good intentions, she's ultimately turned her back on it unwittingly. The grief, trauma, stress, and the weight of her name and new posts, it's all adding up. All while everyone around her on the topside slowly turns their backs to her previous convictions. So, in her anger - her agonizing RAGE - she turned on the last person who could keep her accountable, who held her beliefs. Because not only did Vi endorse taking the shot, make it clear, but she ended up preventing her from it. And Caitlyn...I 100% believe SHE believed she wouldn't have missed. But I also believe that, had she taken it, she would have. She lost what she's shooting for. It would be naive to think that, in a chaotic situation such as that, that she could thread the needle...and at what cost? If they weren't killed, they would have been deeply traumatized. Continuing a cycle.

All while at home, surrounded by people who bow to her, she's constantly having her original morals tested and questioned. And now she's got Ambessa in her ear, weaponizing all the vulnerabilities she's accumulated from: Being made to confront her privilege and prejudice, to being kidnapped, made a hostage, watched Jinx explode the tower and killed her mom, a terrorist attack at a MEMORIAL from the people she'd been wanting to help (turning this from Jinx being the solo scapegoat of her past prejudice, to being an act of the people of Zaun as well), and so many little things that just add up.

She lashes out, at the height of her distress - not necessarily in malice as that implies a true intent, this felt feral to me (and that FLASH of regret at the end of that stare, before she turns...) - because frankly she isn't thinking anymore. She isn't rational, and her actions are reactional. Her emotions are raw, overwhelming, and she feels like she's alone, and also like she needs to protect herself.

This of course doesn't excuse her behaviour. She said regrettably discriminatory things about the people of Zaun in her quest for blame and revenge. Of course she chose to rise to Ambessa's 'request.' And she rejected Vi both verbally and physically after making some very harmful, manipulative sounding statements to her. Caitlyn IS in the wrong. However what this does is explain things. Humans are complex and the world is PAVED in shades of grey. Our personalities change over time, we act differently with different people. The nicest people can still do bad things, just because their perspective makes it seem good. The evilest of people can, much in the same way, do good things but have bad ulterior motives.

There is so much going on than just this, or just that. There is more to this conversation than being apologetic only to Vi OR Caitlyn. They're both victims, they've both done bad, and they have both made mistakes, and neither of them are wholly GOOD or BAD.

We can laugh and say we support woman's wrongs, and continue to love and support our favourite girls, but it's important to look at the wider context, and that there's more to it all.

I think it's this messy complexity that makes us love them, and it's also what will make the payoff so much more sweet when the time comes...if it comes. I can hope.

[knottedhearts]

Almost: B.E

Summary: Billie and you were going to take things further. Read to find out what happens.

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The atmosphere in Billie’s room was different tonight—charged, electric. The low hum of music playing softly in the background barely reached your ears as you and Billie found yourselves sitting close on her bed, a playful glint in both of your eyes. There had been teasing remarks, flirtatious smiles, and little touches that made your heart race with anticipation.

Billie leaned in slightly, her breath warm against your cheek, and for a moment, everything else faded into the background. Her eyes locked onto yours, and you could feel the weight of her gaze, soft yet intense. You leaned in, closing the space between you until your lips met in a slow, lingering kiss. It was gentle at first, hesitant, as if neither of you could believe this moment was actually happening.

Her lips were soft, but her touch was assertive as her hand slid up to cup your face, pulling you closer. The kiss deepened, and you could feel the heat rise between you both. The world outside the room seemed to disappear, leaving only the quiet, intimate space you shared. Billie’s fingers threaded through your hair, and your heart pounded in your chest as she leaned in closer, her body brushing against yours.

As the kiss continued, your hands found their way to her waist, pulling her even closer. Billie paused, her lips just inches from yours, and for a moment, you both caught your breath. Her voice was a soft whisper against your skin.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her forehead resting gently against yours, searching your eyes with a vulnerability that made your heart skip a beat. "Do you want this?"

It was a question filled with care, her need for your consent evident in the way she held herself, poised and gentle but eager. You could feel the sincerity in her words, and in that moment, the tenderness of the situation overwhelmed you.

"Yes," you replied softly, your hand tracing her jawline. "I want this. I want you."

With that, her lips met yours again, more urgent now, the heat between you two building, each kiss more passionate than the last. Her body pressed against yours, and you could feel the closeness intensify, but just as things were about to get even more intimate, the sound of the door creaking open shattered the moment.

“Billie, you—”

It was Finneas, Billie’s brother, standing in the doorway, wide-eyed and holding a laundry basket. His gaze flicked between the two of you, and the intensity that had filled the room evaporated in an instant.

Billie quickly pulled away, her face flushed, and you both froze, unsure of how to react. She looked at you with an apologetic smile, but there was also a spark in her eyes, the connection between you still palpable, even in the awkward silence.

“Uh, sorry… didn’t mean to interrupt,” Finneas mumbled, his face a mixture of surprise and amusement, before quickly backing out and closing the door behind him.

Billie let out a breath, half-laughing, half-sighing, as she sank back onto the bed beside you. You both sat there, the weight of the moment hanging in the air, unspoken but understood.

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[saphig-iawn]

Slipping Through Her Fingers

As readers of my writing will know, I enjoy the word bind.

It holds such a simple and powerful energy.

Today, a doll experienced it for the first time.

After some gentle fractionation, she was nestled softly on my lap, her mind blissfully still.

I brought a spool of green ribbon from my pocket and began thread it between her fingers.

A smile warmed on her face.

I then began to encircle her wrists with it.

Her breath hitched in her throat.

I spoke the spell into the ribbon, and let its silk impart the spell into her skin.

I described to the ribbon all the ways in which it could encircle this doll, bind her, restrain her, control her.

The ribbon whispered its purpose into her as it graced her skin.

After she woke, we started simple; a beautiful escalation of helplessness.

First I tied her wrists together. The spell pulled them together like magnets. She bit her lip in arousal.

Then I tied her feet to the floor. Her body calmed as the spell anchored her in place. Her hips bucked in her chair.

Then I sealed her lips. Her voice restrained like the rest of her body. Her eyes rolled.

I teased and toyed with her, her stifled pleads sounding like music to my ears.

When I released her bonds, she found herself so very worked up, and I told her that she could enjoy herself and work at that pent up pleasure.

But my teasing wasn't done.

I told her to tell me when she was close, and the good doll she was she told me when she was on the blissful edge.

That was when I bound her mind, mummified it in my ribbon.

The grip on her length slackened in an instant and her hand fell to her side. The arousal on her face washed away. She was just a passenger in her body. Trapped behind glass, banging away at it in the hopes to break through. I watched her climax withdraw in every throb of her needy cock.

When I released her mind, her back arched instinctively as she bit her lip and her eyes rolled. Her eyes begged me to let her continue.

So I did, but just as she was close again, I bound something else.

Something deep.

Something intimate.

I spoke my ribbon around her climax and stole it away, but I could see there was an ounce of doubt in her face as she stroked.

But then her pace quickened. She groaned with gritted frustration. Her eyes clenched shut as she began to press her hips in her hands.

Then it hit her. A cold flash of realisation that the climax she had been kept from had just slipped through her fingers. That no matter how much she tried, she would never feel that relief until I said so.

She begged, and she moaned, she wanted it with every fibre of her being.

But I continued to deny, I wanted her so pent up that she'd forget her name when the climax arrived.

I bound and gagged her, asked her again if she wanted to cum, but all she could do was hum and moan. So I began to act as though she didn't want to, that after all of that she was ok with being edged. She squirmed and bucked in her bonds so I ungagged her and let her continue.

Her eyes pouted at me as she gestured with her hands that were bound above her head.

She wasted no time in chasing that which she had been denied after i untied her.

She got closer.

Closer.

Closer.

Almost at the edge and-

Limp.

Mindless.

Thoughts trapped in ribbon as I bound her mind.

All of her arousal was silenced.

But I didn't leave her there for long, she had earned her climax now.

I released her mind and began to encourage my sweet little edge slut, getting her closer, telling her she will cum.

As the orgasm began to build, I started a countdown from 10 with each number extracting the pleasure from her.

She practically ragdolled in her chair when she finally came. Her moans no longer silenced, she gripped her thighs and let loose the moans I had stolen away.

When she finally began to recover, she couldn't help but hide her face. I could feel the joy that was beaming out from her smile even from behind her hands.

Bind is such a powerful word.

[kinardpride]

I know this interview was back in April, but even then Oliver was saying there’s “going to be issues” and we really haven’t seen them have any “issues” since they got together… until now.

It’s why I just find it so difficult to accept that it’s just over after they hit one road bump, especially with it coming out of left field. In the same interview he talks about Tarlos and how “maybe continue with a similar thread."

I just think they needed to get Tommy out of the door while Lou was unavailable, put Buck in a situation where he has to examine himself and his relationship with Tommy. Hopefully that leads to him realising that Tommy changed him for the better, that he’s wanting to fight for the relationship rather than just awkwardly let it go.

[planetpedri]

hey diva… just give me anything with torres and lowkey… make it ansgty

Better than this — Fernando Torres.

Pairing: Fernando Torres x Fem!Reader

Summary: All he wanted was you, but you were certain he could find someone to treat him better than you ever could.

Word count: 740+

Disclaimer/s: angst , arguing , hopeful ending

A/N: I hope this made you happy beautiful, @ar4ujos ^_^ I luh you.

Knocking and knocking and knocking. “Baby open the door.” Fernando pleads, his head resting against the wooden frame. You’d locked yourself in your bedroom after he’d.. oh God. Even thinking about it made you nauseous.

He had, in simple terms, confessed his very real feelings for you. At first, when he’d started hanging out with you more, taking you out on ‘dates’—not that you’d let him call them that, it was fine. It wasn’t serious or anything, just the both of you having fun.

“Fer, go away.” You groan, head tipping back against the bed frame. You sat on the cold wooden floor of your bedroom, trying to collect your thoughts. He deserved better than you! Why wouldn’t he just go away?

“I’m not..” His voice grows quiet. “Listen, I know it scares you, I know you don’t like relationships, but please. I want—I need you.”

You wanted to believe that, you did. But your brain was practically screaming ‘danger! Danger! Danger!’ He didn’t deserve to be locked in a relationship with a girlfriend who would constantly overthink. You had too much baggage and the blonde did not deserve that.

“Baby, open the fucking door.” He says through gritted teeth. “Please, if you’re going to break it off, I need to you say it to my face.”

Reluctantly, and against everything your brain was telling you to do, you stand up and shuffle toward the door. You unlock it, opening it just enough to poke your head through. Then you see his face, that beautiful.. no.

Blinking slowly, you chew on your cheek. “Okay. I—“ You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t say it. You couldn’t tell him to go.

“You…?”

“I, uhm.. Can you not look me in the eye when I say this?” You huff, eyes diverting to his shaggy blonde hair. Lord, his hair. Memories of your fingers threading through the blonde locks flooded your mind. You did not want to break anything off, but you had to.

“No.” He stays firm, shaking his head. “And, open the door all the way. If you really didn’t want this, you’d be able to say it to my face.”

“I am?” You scowl at his hair. “You make my life so difficult.”

Fernando nods. “I’m sure I do.”

“And you are insufferable, and very, very! Annoying. You also—“ Your brain short circuits. Why was he looking at your lips? “Stop that. Now. I’m trying to get you out of my life.”

“Are you really? You’re not trying very hard.”

Oh.

Your face flattens. “You’re proving all the points i’ve been making.” You point out, which unfortunately had a smug look forming on Fernando’s freckled face. “I want you to—“

You couldn’t speak. You almost said something wrong, something the complete opposite of what you’d been trying to say.

His eyebrows raise, beckoning for you to continue. When you don’t, his previous grin falters. He says your name quietly, concern etched into every syllable.

“Sorry, I, uhm,” you shake your head. Get a grip! You could give in, or slam the door in his face again, but you don’t. Instead, you scratch the side of your head. “Okay, clearly I don’t know what I’m trying to say. But, Fer, you don’t deserve this—me. You should be with someone who can provide for you exactly what you need.”

“But you are what I need.” He furrows his eyebrows, his head rolling to the side. “Why can’t you just give this—us.. a chance?”

You had never been so irritated and appalled by someone in your life. And you were thankful. Because his words only made you want to believe him, despite the part of you that couldn’t. The fact of the matter was, he was giving you hope, and hope is dangerous. But what is life if not decades of risks?

“One date. One real date. Then, I will think on it.” You finally give in, rolling your eyes at the way his face lit up.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t make me regret this.” You point at his chest, your pointer finger digging into it. Fernando smiles, his hand wrapping around your wrist, pulling it away, but still keeping a hold on it.

Fernando beams at you, “I promise you won’t.” A short pause, “does this mean I have to leave?”

You think for a moment before taking a step back into your bedroom, dragging him with you. “I suppose not.”

likes , comments , and reblog’s are all appreciated. lmk if you’d like to be tagged in future posts.

DTS , @halfwayhearted @ar4ujos @joaosfelix @hrts4havertz @spidybaby !

[o3o-lapd-o3o]

(part ???? of this ongoing thread/universe/au?)

(buckle yourselves in this is a long one!) (will be two parts as my brain wouldn't stop coming up with more nonsense as per usual)

*not long after telemachus met his dad's enemy 'friend', the god of the seas poseidon, for the first time*

*poseidon has fled (gods don't flee they briskly walk away) left to go back to the sea*

*odysseus, penelope & telemachus are having dinner*

telemachus: *smiling while retelling the meeting to penelope* -and he was so nice! father is so lucky to have him as his friend-

odysseus: *slightly chokes on his food at poseidon still being referred to as his friend*

telemachus: *looks at odysseus* -father are you ok?

penelope: *who knows odysseus' real relationship with poseidon*

penelope: *hasn't had much entertainment in 20 years*

penelope: *wants to stir the pot some more* ignore your father my dear, please continue telling me all about his friend

odysseus: *looking at penelope*

odysseus: *under his breath* penelope why?

*dinner continues with poseidon being the subject much to odysseus' dismay*

telemachus: *enjoying the family dinner*

telemachus: *gasps*

odysseus & penelope: ???

telemachus: we should have a big family dinner! father you can invite lord poseidon! i'll invite athena!

telemachus: *happy with himself for thinking of such an idea*

odysseus: *doesn't want to shoot down his son's idea, but also DOES NOT WANT TO SPEND ANY MORE TIME WITH POSEIDON*

odysseus: *scrambling for an excuse* son, he's a god and surely is very busy an-

penelope: *with a devilish grin* -and i'm sure will make time for his friend! what a wonderful idea telemachus! i'll let the palace cooks know!

penelope: off you go dear husband~ go and let your friend know~

odysseus: it's evenin-

penelope: first thing tomorrow then!

odysseus: *sighs in resignment* yes my love

telemachus: great! i can't wait to tell athena-

*athena appearing out of nowhere*

athena: i heard my name and came.

odysseus: athena?!

telemachus: athena!!

penelope: oh lady athena!

athena: *smiling whilst looking at telemachus* what would you like to ask me telemachus?

telemachus: oh yeah! we're going to have a big family dinner! father just needs to invite his god friend-

athena: *confused as she's odysseus' god friend* but i-

odysseus: *panicked* wait-

telemachus: -lord poseidon!

athena: *wide-eyed in shock*

athena: *slow blinking* did you say odysseus' friend is p-po- my uncle?!

telemachus: *nods and smiles* yeah, i thought you knew!

odysseus: *wondering how he'll explain this whole situation to athena*

odysseus: *under his breath* well now she knows...

penelope: *laughs to herself*

(to be continued!)

(okay i know i said in the reply to the ask i'd post the dinner scene, but my brain wouldn't stop throwing stuff for me to add in the run up to dinner. so there WILL be the dinner scene, but that will be in another post... tomorrow? -depending on how my work day goes-)

[louisferrignojr]

[also on ao3]

Whoever said 3rd time’s the charm was fucking lying because this one has been the worst of them all and he downed three glasses of overpriced wine during those torturous two and a half hours before he was able to make a semi-graceful exit the fuck out of the restaurant.

He’s half-sober by the time he gets home and he strips and falls face-first onto the bed and he pulls up the conversation thread, Tommy’s name and a little heart emoji next to it that he can’t bring himself to remove. He starts reading through their conversation and God, he misses him so fucking much, the flirty texts and semi-nudes they’d exchanged only days before the break up are not helping right now and before he knows it he’s got a hand around himself and he’s listening to the dial tone and not before long Tommy picks up.

“Evan?”

“You were so wrong,” Buck says in a breathless whisper, “You were so wrong, Tommy, I fucking hate dating.” He squeezes his eyes shut and pictures Tommy’s face as he’s listening to Buck jerking off on the phone; there’s no way Tommy can’t tell what he’s doing right now, they’ve done this so many times, Tommy knows what he sounds like. 

“Evan.” Tommy says and his voice has changed, taking on that deeper pitch that Buck knows so well.

“It sucks so much,” Buck continues stroking himself in quick, frantic movements. He tucks the phone between his cheek and his shoulder and sucks his fingers in his mouth, making sure Tommy can hear the way he licks them as he coats them in his spit. 

“Evan, what are you doing?”

A laugh is startled out of him, bitter and humourless. “Missing you,” he says and tries to reach between his legs but the phone slips out of its place when he bends as he tries to push his fingers in, the angle is a little awkward and he sighs and flops back on the mattress, frustrated. He switches hands and picks up the phone. “I miss you so much, Tommy, what the fuck, I don’t want anyone else, Tommy, please, I just want you.”

There’s a long moment of silence and Tommy’s breathing heavily down the line, and Buck can’t help but feel a little gleeful, a little smug about the effect he’s having on Tommy with just a phone call. 

“You want me or my dick?” Tommy asks, and Buck can picture the way he’s smirking, and he hates how much he loves Tommy’s twisted sense of humour. 

Buck growls in response, his grip around his leaking cock tightening. “All of you, you asshole. Come over.”

“I’m on my way,” Tommy says, the sound of his keys jingling as he picks them up off the hook near the front door. “Don’t come until I get there.”

Buck’s face splits into a grin. He slows down to a leisurely pace, just enough to keep himself on the edge until Tommy gets here. 

“Okay.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

buck after 3 failed first dates: this sucks i wanna meet someone the traditional way [we steal an LAFD helicopter and fly into a hurricane to save people from a capsized cruise ship]

[thelov3lybookworm]

Belonging with them

Day 3: Belonging.

Summary: He knew where he belonged now.

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Word Count: 1150

Warnings: azzie continues being jelly of kaden lolll

A/n: i love hazel sm yall dont get it 🥺 this fic is based on a short i saw on yt and the dad is like the biggest hunk and gave such cassian vibes and he genuinely cried 🥺 i was gonna write this fic for cassian but then i decided to give this to azzie cus he deserves to cry hehe

(if you dont know hazel and kaden, theyre from my mini series overprotective bat. it was a 2 part series which can be found on my azriel masterlist. all the fic in this week will be revolving around these two cuties hehe)

@azrielappreciationweek

ANYWAY ENJOYYYY 🥳

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"I don’t really know where I fit in anymore."

"I’ve been alive almost five and a half centuries and I’m not sure of that, either."

The day he had said those words to Feyre seemed like a lifetime away, as if experienced in a dream centuries ago when he was younger and could not differentiate between reality and what his brain had conjured up. But he knew, it had merely been five years.

The five years he had cherished the most in his life.

He loved his family. He adored the way Rhys and Cassian bickered during their annual snowball fight, the way Amren found a way to slide in a snide remark at every dinner, the way Mor would always be ready to go partying. Above all, he adored how all his family including the Archeron sisters would be ready to help him and be there for him any day. Even in the middle of the night when he did not want to wake up his wife but knew he needed someone to help him with his crying daughter.

But… they did not complete him. He loved them to bits and would readily give his life for them… before he met his now wife and decided she was the one he would spend his life with, mating bond be damned. He had lost all hopes of finding his mate back then after waiting for five centuries.

Imagine his shock when on their wedding day, he felt another thread of gold tying him to his wife.

Now as he sat watching his daughter pet a purring Nuts lounging on the low table in front of him while explaining to him how tea was made, he smiled.

He had found his place of belonging. And it was with his wife and daughter.

Of course, there had to be that boy trying to take his daughter away from him. What was his name? Kade? Kaden? Azriel thought bitterly.

He knew he was being dramatic. His daughter was barely four years at this point, no four year old was going to steal her away.

Hazel turned to Azriel, making him focus all his attention on her. He offered her a smile when she handed him a small pink cup.

"What is this?" He asked, bringing the empty toy to his lips.

She shot him an incredulous look. "It’s the tea you ordered daddy."

"Oh, yeah sorry, I was thinking about something."

She shook her head. "Stop thinking and focus, daddy. Kaden always pays attention."

Azriel stilled.

I am being compared to a four year old boy now? What has life come to.

He sighed, mumbling out an apology even though all he wanted to do was tell her to stay away from that boy.

He did not want to be forced to go apologise again.

She began fumbling with the littered toys on the desk once more, completely ignoring Azriel in favour of mumbling instructions to Nuts, as if teaching him how to cook.

As he watched her move over to the huge armchair and place a cup on it, conversing with what Azriel could only hope was not spirits of the deceased, his curiosity peaked.

Maybe it was a bad idea, but he needed to make sure that she was not getting overly friendly with Kaden.

"Hazel, this tea is amazing." He waited till she giggled before continuing. "By the way, how’s school?"

It was daycare to help her get accustomed to going to school next year, but Hazel insisted she was a big girl and attended big girl school.

"It’s fine. Miss Black gave me a gold star yesterday because I helped her." Hazel was focused on the air she was stirring in her red pot as she talked, lips pursed slightly in concentration.

"Hmm. Who’s your best friend?"

Please don’t say Kaden. Not Kaden. Please.

She turned around to glare at him, and he wondered if by any chance he had said the words aloud. But he knew he hadn’t. Azriel wouldn’t let himself speak without permission from himself.

Her brows bunched up, lips pouting and eyes narrowed, she looked as offended as an old grandma being told her grandchild was full and did not want more food.

"Daddy, it’s you. You’re my best friend." She rolled her eyes.

Azriel watched. He simply watched her return back to stirring her pot.

Cassian had been the one to teach her the eye rolling. Azriel had been amused. Seeing a child barely reaching his knees roll her eyes at him like she had lived five lives was nothing short of funny.

But right now, it felt anything but.

It’s you daddy.

His eyes were prickling, that was his first conscious thought after long moments of silence in his head. His vision was getting blurry, throat clogging. Tell tale signs of a sob session oncoming. But he could not bring himself to care as he stared at this little faeling, who did not even realise what she had done.

You’re my best friend.

Azriel simply sat back against the couch, the cushions pressing against his bare back, and let the tears have their way on his skin.

I’m her best friend.

Even despite the emotions Hazel had brought forth, somewhere in the back of his mind Azriel was rejoicing that her best friend was not Kaden.

Guess I’m never beating the territorial illyrian accusations.

The shadows settled down on his shoulders, swirling softly against his skin as they too watched Hazel play and pet Nuts occasionally. They did not inform him of his wife’s arrival in the living room. They did not have to. He simply felt when her presence was near. The all consuming feeling of love growing stronger in his chest being another indicator.

"Hazel, it’s bath time baby. Let’s go."

Hazel huffed as if what Y/n had said was the most outrageous thing ever. "Mommy, I can’t leave yet. There are customers."

Azriel practically felt his wife’s eyes narrow. "Daddy can attend to your customers."

Hazel turned to look at Azriel pleadingly, her eyes wide and placating before they filled with shock. "Daddy why are you crying!"

Y/n drew closer. "Azzie?"

Azriel blinked, smiling up at his wife before picking up his daughter. "It’s nothing. Just some dust."

Hazel turned to scowl at Nuts. "I told you to clean up properly. Now see, because of you my daddy is crying."

Azriel huffed out a laugh, pressing his lips to her round cheek.

"Let’s go shower baby. I’ll even get your toys, yeah?"

Azriel’s gaze swung to Y/n at the end of his sentence. She gave him a knowing smile.

"Can Nuts come too? Please daddy, mommy!"

"Fine, but no splashing." Y/n pointed a finger at the father-daughter duo, eyebrows raised.

Hazel had begun to whine, but even she knew not to argue when mommy was serious.

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[oblivionbladetd]

Now, imma frontload this little PSA because I can be called a lot of unsavory shit, but a vague-poster is not one I aspire to be.

I still do want to support Courtney. She pretty definitively has the most right of any of Lily's victims to be as mad that Lily's fall is still picking up steam as she damn well pleases. While I don't much care that she's on a war path against Sai, Courtney is a big girl and can burn any bridge she wants, I do feel the need to say something in defense of both Sai and the greater community. Covering Lily's takes is as important as pointing out her crimes.

I'm sure more than a few of you leaned forward in disgust and disbelief, so let me explain myself. To everyone's detriment, the fight against Lily is, in fact, a popularity contest of sorts... You see it in the macro, and you see it in the micro. Some people just do not care about moral high grounds and will excuse the most heinous shit as long as they are entertained or feel like they belong. Especially with Lily's most genuinely concerning crimes lacking irrefutable hard evidence, it exists entirely in allegation, and allegation is pretty easy to ignore in our A.I. powered world where it's almost flawlessly possible to forge a voice, let alone damning screenshots. We exist in a perpetual state of he said she said for the bad and worse, if allegations were all it would ever take we'd have been done with Lorch half past Lizzy's Twitlonger.

Yes, Lily has a history of molesting her sister in horribly misplace attraction is absolutely fathoms worse than making shit up about a iffy 6/10 show about space gay rocks, but it's still in service to peeling back the veneer of a charismatic and trustworthy figure, revealing the petty, vindictive bullshit peddler she really is underneath. Once she has been proven to be a liar, the train of logic escalates, "Lily lies about a mid ass show and a harmless goober so utterly and maliciously, what does she make up about people that can hurt her and have real dirt?" Cause Lily is not good at it. The more threads we tug at and leave, the better. For all roads lead to discovering what Lily really is.

What Sai has been doing has very unironically helped by leaving great big wads of thread that Lily is a dipship liar to lead old fans out and new fans away from feeding the problem that we collectively know as Lily Orchard. Be mad that Sai had cold feet on a Joon react, say she is a little too financially motivated. Do not discount that she, crim, and Ant have all done and continue to do a lot of good.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Steven Beschloss at America, America:

In the last few days, I have received a number of messages from readers who told me they are disengaging. “I am retiring from politics,” one said. “I’m avoiding the news,” said another. And this: “I’m too old for another Trump term and do not want to even see anything political for a long time. Steven, I’ve enjoyed your content, but in order to live to 78 [I’m] going cold turkey on politics.”

I get it. Trump’s emphatic win and Harris’ loss is heartbreaking, especially after all the effort so many of us have made to achieve a different outcome. This defeat is made harder by the awareness of the dark and disturbing days to come with Donald Trump back in the White House. There are many high-profile critics who are wondering about their safety now in a world where Trump fanatics like Steve Bannon echo his leader’s fervor for retribution by promising “rough justice.” It would be a mistake to assume that Trump wasn’t serious with all his violent, vengeance-inciting verbiage. Anyone who assumes the next Attorney General will act with the reluctance and politeness of Merrick Garland toward the ex-president—resulting in his not being held account for inciting a deadly insurrection on Jan. 6—is sorely underestimating Donald Trump’s endless capacity for cruelty, attraction to carnage and hunger to punish anyone who crosses him. But it would be a misfortune if many of us meet the coming months only with fear and reluctance, disengaging from the necessary opposition to Trump’s authoritarian enterprise. That’s what Trump hopes to achieve with his angry, aggressive intimidation.

It’s appalling to see how the billionaires have quickly fallen in line. This arrived yesterday from Washington Post and Amazon owner Jeff Bezos, who spinelessly deep-sixed his newspaper’s endorsement of Kamala Harris: “Big congratulations to our 45th and now 47th President on an extraordinary political comeback and decisive victory,” he posted on what was Twitter. “No nation has bigger opportunities. Wishing Donald Trump all success in leading and uniting the America we all love.” In a normal world, of course, that would read like a warm and magnanimous gesture, not a kowtowing plea from a self-interested businessman who fears the consequences of crossing Trump. And he was not alone.

Meta/Facebook owner Mark Zuckerburg, who’s been threatened with prison by Trump, posted this on his social media site, Threads: “Congratulations to President Trump on a decisive victory. We have great opportunities ahead of us as a country. Looking forward to working with you and your administration.” So again: I get it if you’re feeling utterly discouraged and doubtful if you should stay involved. If the billionaires are rolling over, why should anyone take any risks? That’s understandable, especially in the wake of this awful defeat, and a reason why some of us will choose to disconnect. But I urge you to take to heart the closing words of President Joe Biden yesterday in graciously accepting the election’s outcome: “Setbacks are unavoidable, but giving up is unforgivable…We are going to be OK, but we need to stay engaged.” I also urge you to listen to every word of Kamala Harris’ concession speech Wednesday from Howard University (you can watch it here). I was particularly interested in her guidance as we look forward.

“While I concede this election,” she said, “I do not concede the fight that fueled this campaign—the fight for freedom, for opportunity, for fairness and the dignity of all people. A fight for the ideals at the heart of our nation, the ideals that reflect America at our best. That is a fight I will never give up.” She also talked about not giving up the fight for reproductive freedom, for protecting our schools and streets from gun violence, and for democracy, the rule of law and equal justice. “And we will continue to wage this fight in the voting booth, in the courts and in the public square. And we will also wage it in quieter ways: in how we live our lives by treating one another with kindness and respect, by looking in the face of a stranger and seeing a neighbor, by always using our strength to lift people up, to fight for the dignity that all people deserve.” We will need to hear more thoughts like this as Trump and his enablers drag us through their world of hostility and degradation. The vice president made a particular plea to young people, including students in the audience from Howard, a historically Black university: “To the young people who are watching, it is OK to feel sad and disappointed. But please know it's going to be OK…Don’t ever give up. Don’t ever stop trying to make the world a better place…the fight for our country is always worth it.”

[...] I will not give up the effort to pursue a better, more just, more equal, more democratic, more decent and kind America. It will take plenty of energy and effort to keep clear about what is true and what is false, what is right and wrong, what is normal and what is insane—and to inform myself and you about what’s happening and what we might do about it.

The temptation is there to disengage., but it’s the definitive time to stay in the fight.

[swiftiethatlovesf1]

Betty

Hii guyss, here's the second one-shot about Taylor Swift's folklore love triangle, starring Max as James. If you want to read more stories of mine here's my masterlist or August's point of view :)

Max stood on the uneven cobblestones outside her house, heart pounding like a drum in the silence of the neighborhood. The sharp, crisp scent of autumn mingled with the dying sweetness of summer on the breeze. He’d been here countless times before, but tonight felt different—like a last chance, a thin thread he was desperate not to lose.

Each step up the path to her door echoed in his ears, the weight of guilt pressing on his chest. He could still see her eyes from that day at the paddock, wide with disbelief and betrayal before she’d turned away, taking the light with her. The memory was a blade that cut deeper with each replay.

Rumors had spread like wildfire—cruel, twisted versions of the truth whispered by voices that never knew how much it hurt. It was Kika who told her, who confirmed what was real, and even though she was often dramatic, this time, there was no exaggeration. The worst thing he ever did was what he did to her, and every time he thought about it, the shame dug deeper.

The summer had started as an escape, a fleeting thing that he thought wouldn’t matter. But it had turned into something far worse—a betrayal of the one person who did matter. He hadn’t planned to get so caught up, hadn’t realized that with every stolen moment and whispered laugh, he was tying knots in a web that would eventually ensnare them all.

He clenched his fists, rehearsing the words he’d been practicing for weeks. Apologies that felt empty and hollow in his own mouth, promises that seemed small compared to the hurt he had caused. His throat tightened as he rang the doorbell, the sound sharp and final in the night air.

The seconds dragged, and just as doubt began to gnaw at him, the door opened. There she stood, framed in the golden glow of the hallway light, arms crossed protectively over her chest. Her expression was guarded, eyes searching his face, and it took everything in him not to break under her gaze.

“I know I’m the last person you want to see,” Max started, voice rough with emotion. “But I need you to hear this, even if it changes nothing”

She said nothing, but the fact that she didn’t shut the door was a thread of hope. He took a breath, forcing himself to meet her eyes.

“I messed up,” he continued, the words tumbling out like a confession. “It’s always been you. I spent the summer running from that, but all I did was run in circles that brought me back to you.”

Her gaze flickered, something unreadable shifting there. The silence stretched, so heavy he thought he might drown in it.

“I hate that I hurt you. The worst thing I ever did was betray your trust, and I’d give anything to take it back,” Max said, his voice cracking. “I thought I was protecting myself, being careless, but I ended up losing the only thing that really matters. I know it’s asking too much, but if there’s even a chance… if there’s even a piece of you that could forgive me…”

He took a small step closer, close enough to see the way her lashes trembled. “I’m here now, not knowing anything but this: I miss you, and I’m sorry. And I need to know if there’s a chance—any chance—that you could forgive me.”

She looked away for a moment, her lashes brushing her cheek as she blinked back whatever thoughts clouded her mind. The silence between them felt fragile, like a breath could shatter it.

“I know I can’t erase what I did, but I need you to know I’d spend forever trying to make it right,” he whispered, stepping just close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her presence.

Her eyes met his, and he held his breath, searching for anything—any flicker of the girl who’d once welcomed him with a smile that felt like home. But she said nothing. And though the silence was filled with the tension of words unsaid, he felt a faint glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, she was listening.

“I’ll wait,” he said, voice almost breaking. “For as long as it takes.”

[bcolfanfic]

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” “It’s ok. We’ll figure it out - together.”

i lowkey wanna request this w one of the uncles and the yv kids 🥹 torn between sawyer and gale anddddd meadow and john so u pick!

surprise i split the prompt and did both!

uncle buck and sawyer blakely <3

"Sawyer, hey what’s wrong?" Gale asked gently, the twelve-year-old swiping at his nose with his sleeve as he sniffled. He'd slipped his shoes off since the last time Gale had looked over at him as he was helping Blakely get their stuff packed into the car, knees drawn up to his chest.

"Don’t wanna go home," He said, voice wobbly. "I don’t- don’t have friends at school, and I like it when we’re all here because then I do have friends," Sawyer continued, picking at a thread on his jeans.

Gale's heart twisted in his chest. He'd believed Blakely and Helen when they said this past week in Wyoming was the least wound up they'd seen Sawyer in a while. He wasn't as rambunctious as the others had figured out they had the space to be running around the Bucks property causing trouble. But he was content to play Animal Crossing in the basement with Micah, and was chattier at dinner with anyone than Gale remembered him being when he'd seen him a little over a year ago.

"You’re still gonna see most of ‘em at home bud, the only ones that don’t live there are our crew." Gale said as he sat down next to him. "And we’re gonna be in New York to visit in a couple months,"

Sawyer only huffed, resting his chin on his knees.

"’s not the same." He said into the material of his jeans, punctuated by a hiccup. "Don’t know what’s wrong with me, I try to talk to people- but nobody wants to talk to me, they just don’t like me,"

Sawyer's breath hitched and Gale felt his throat tighten, ducking his head down for a second to compose himself. It wasn't new information- he'd heard bits and pieces of it from Blakely. But it wasn't issue he'd had with Josie or Micah- and he found himself wishing he had a better sense of how to navigate it.

Wringing his hands, Sawyer looked at Gale expectantly.

"There's nothing wrong with you bud," He said after a moment, reaching a hand for the back of his shoulder, feeling the tremble in it still under the press of his palm. "You're a great kid- gonna find your people who see that- just gotta give it time,"

Sawyer took a shaky inhale and a few more tears escaped on the exhale, chin wobbling as he budged closer into Gale, hiccupping until he was positioned to let out a little sob into his neck.

"I know, you're okay," Gale murmured, trying to fish his phone out of his pocket without jostling the boy too much.

To: John ❤️

Can u tell Helen to come back in the house? Sawyer is a little upset about leaving.

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uncle bucky and meadow biddick <3

Every second since Micah had come flying down the stairs a few hours ago screeching that Meadow was pregnant- that JJ had gotten her pregnant, had felt like some sort of fever dream. A fever dream John was only halfway jostled out of when his phone rang just as he was about to brush his teeth, the twenty-two-year old's caller ID flashing across the screen.

"That Meadow?" Gale said when he saw how John was looking at his phone from the doorway, John giving a little nod as he picked up the call, walking out of the bathroom to sink down into bed.

"Hey Mead," He started, soft. He could hear her breathing- and sniffling, on the other end.

"Have you talked to my dad?" She asked when she found her words.

"No, kiddo," he answered softly, absently rubbing the edge of his phone case with this thumb. "But Micah kind of told me what’s going on."

The line was quiet for a moment, Meadow's voice cracking a little when she spoke up.

"I don’t think he loves me anymore," She said, John's chest and his grip on his phone tightening.

He knew that wasn't true- would never be true no matter what she did. But from the bits and pieces he'd heard from Josie and Micah about how things had gone at the Crosbys, he almost couldn't blame her for being so wound up.

"No, hey- no, that’s not true at all," John said, tone a little firmer. "I haven’t talked to him yet, but I don’t need to to tell you that much."

"But he’s so mad," She said as her voice shook. "You weren’t there- I thought he was gonna kick me out till Jeanie said I could spend the night with them and he got all mad at her too."

John dropped his head back against the headboard, holding back a dry laugh when he saw the concerned look Gale threw him from where he was getting undressed.

"I'm gonna wring Curt's neck." He mouthed across the room at him before he went back to trying to think of something to say to Meadow that might actually be helpful.

"I’ve seen your dad mad a lotta’ times in my life,” He tried. “And he's got a cooler head in there somewhere, just takes some time for it to prevail."

"How much time?" she cut in before he'd fully finished his sentence. "He won’t even listen to daddy- I heard them arguing ‘cause he told him to calm down- he hates me."

John heard her breath hitch on the end and felt a lump forming in his throat as he listened to her resolve crumble. She tried to catch her breath to little avail, a sob escaping between sniffles.

"It’s okay, Mead," John said, gentle- and wishing Wyoming was a closer hop and skip from New York. "Don’t gotta cry, you're breakin’ my heart sweetie. I promise he doesn’t hate you- swear it on my life."

Meadow’s shaky inhale was enough to tell him she didn’t believe a word of that. But she managed to get herself calmed down at least- he imagined somewhat due to her sister coming in, Bry's voice entering faintly into the background.

"We’re gonna figure this out together- but you should try to get some sleep first, 'kay?' he said when he heard Bry pause, tapping his fingers against the back of his phone case.

"'Kay, Uncle Bucky."

Her voice was still wobbly, but she wasn't hyperventilating anymore and that was enough for him to feel okay about passing things over to her sister. He let out a sigh when he hung up, his phone buzzing a few seconds later.

curt biddick

Was Meadow on the phone with you just now?

John rubbed a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose with an exhale before he went to respond.

john egan

Go tell your kid you still love her. Was breaking my heart listening to her cry like that.

Read 11:57pm

The blue bubble indicating Curt was typing blinked for a second before it disappeared and didn't return. John chewed on the inside of his cheek, annoyed at the stubbornness he in most ways felt he'd grown more acclimated to than anyone.

He gave it five minutes before shooting off another text.

john egan

I get it man, I do. But if you’re not gonna let her stay with the Crosbys you need to make her staying with her dads feel like a good thing. Flipping out isn't helping unless you want her running off to JJ once you're asleep.

The bubble blinked again- and a response followed it this time.

curt biddick

Got it. Thx.

[soulstagger]

"I can assure you, the price to pay is the fact this act might make you unravel into a million little pieces that can't ever rejoin. Is that not, payment enough? Death or success?" Micuccia lies as easily as she breaths, though she isn't lying entirely.

It is risky, there is no real payment needed, success or death. It is all true, the lie is simply of omission. The lie is that, it's her weave, and Mew will only be borrowing it.

She drags Mew up to her, now lips only a space apart. "I'll see what I can do about the pain. Provide you with a little distraction."

"Try not to shred apart." Micuccia pulled her into a kiss, a rough, dominating, tongue down her throat kiss. Why? Well a distraction, as the moment Mew agreed before this kiss, when the consent was given. Micuccia would start the weaving as their lips touched.

The soft feeling of her mouth, tongue, the passionate kiss that could make your legs jello, was almost utter overshadowed by what could only be described as Mew's entire existence being shredded into this strands, utterly yanked apart and twisted, even if her body didn't move at all.

It was like she was being torn apart on all sides, sliced, diced, her mind twisted and yanked. For most, it's pure hell and it feels like it lasts for hours, maybe even days. Micuccia wasn't wrong, you had to be mad to want this.

Yet she continued to kiss, the extended feeling of time and pain had this kiss trying to worm through and ease the pain. At its worst Mew must of felt like she was stretched as thin as a string across infinite distance, and then slowly.

A weaving motion, a feeling of sewing oneself back together. All the pain slowly ease, bringing Mew back into one piece in her mind, right back into Micuccia's lips, a slight 'pwah' as the kiss broke and Micuccia let Mew drop.

It was quite intense, there would be no shame in feeling both, horrified, pained, and aroused.

"Morning, how do you feel? It's been days for you hasn't it? Though only a few minutes have passed."

The feeling, the instinct to weave one's body back together should be in her, to weave parts stronger if she needed temporarily, to take what you have and extend or repair it. Such is how you use thread.

It's so ingrained, that a black flash crosses Mew's vision. Something is cut, something vital perhaps... but it shouldn't matter.

Mew should be able to pull themselves back together, one weave at a time.

"Condition? Whatever it takes to get a power like that...But are you actually just going to teach me this for free?" She asked suspiciously. This seemed like an awfully incredible power to hand out so easily. Why wasn't she demanding anything in return from Mew? Strange...

Conditioning though...Chances are it may be painful, but it'd be worth it if she could break out of her chains like this. Those cozy humans settled down in the village, hardly a care in the world despite being surrounded by their predators...It made her want to shred them to pieces and roast their meat over a fire. That's the sort of existence youkai were supposed to be.

Yet, oh no, she couldn't. There were so many who'd stop her. That gap youkai, the Hakurei Shrine Maiden, even that fox god and her shrine maiden...But if she had absolute control over her own life and body? Things might be different.