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perfectly-m1saligned · 23 days ago

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K!nktober 14/15

Following @dreamlandcreations prompt list. Day 14: face sitting. Day 15: overstimulation; begging. You can find all my stories on my Wattpas as well. Toodles!

(NSFW: MDNI!! Reader's discretion is advised)

Simon Riley x reader

(Boyfriend!Simon)

cw: loser Simon is obsessed with you, oral (f receiving) (a lot), multiple orgams

word count: 2053

a/n: I am very sorry about skipping some days, but i'm already as late as it is with updating, and the prompts don't really align with my style T-T

It had been a petty fight, really, a stupid disagreement over an even more stupid thing, but the fact that it had happened right before Simon left for his mission had been even more painful. He didn’t apologise, didn’t hold you that night, making you feel so alone, and left in the early morning without a word. Simon wasn’t good with feelings and confrontation, and he had felt like a downright bastard to leave like that, and guilt had eaten at him during the whole mission.

The only thing that kept him alive was the ardent desire to come back home to you, apologise for his dumb, childish actions, to hold you, and tell you that he loved you, to ask for your forgiveness, and worship you like the goddess you were. He had always been a goner for you, his walls crumbling beneath a touch of your hand, a warm caress, able to melt the ice that encased his poor heart.

The moment he was back at base, he asked Kyle to drive him home, reluctantly accepting his unceasing teasing as he told him to stop by a flower shop, asking for a bouquet of wildflowers, so big he had to stack it in the backseat with his duffle bag. It would’ve been a thousand times worse if he had asked Johnny, and he probably would’ve strangled the cheeky git before he was able to get him home.

You’d had three whole weeks to ruminate over the fight, over-analysing every single word spoken, every little detail of his body language, paranoia setting its roots so deep within the darkest confines of your mind, you had simply convinced yourself he was going to break up with you when he would come back.

It did, in fact, come as a surprise when you opened the door and his whole face was hidden behind a gigantic bouquet of colourful wildflowers, his big brown eyes peeking above the petals, looking down at you like a kicked puppy. It was always endearing to see your 6’4” beast of a man boyfriend acting like a little kid around you.

“Simon-” you whispered, your lips parted in a small ‘o’ as he simply stood there, your heart feeling like it was going to burst at any moment. You gently accepted the flowers, seeing how his arms limply went to his sides, awkwardly lingering by the door. “Oh, I am so glad you’re okay.”

The relief of seeing him alive and well was greater than whatever petty grudge you held, the arm that wasn’t holding the flowers wrapping around his midriff, and you buried your face in his chest, inhaling the familiar, comforting scent. “y/n…” he murmured, his nose in your hair as his arms came to encircle your waist, holding you impossibly close to him. “I am so sorry, so, so fucking sorry. I was an idiot, i didn’t even say goodbye-”

“Shhh, shh, don’t.” You mumbled into his chest, shaking your head. You pulled away, your hand grabbing at the hem of his shirt, gently tugging at it as you led him inside the house. Your small apartment that overlooked the city, your little slice of heaven that held so many memories, some good some bad, but it was filled with love all the same. He gently waddled after you, closing the door behind himself and following you into the living room. You put the bouquet on the table, then beckoned Simon to sit on the couch.

He obeyed immediately, silently sitting down onto the plush cushion. You walked right in between his spread thighs, feeling his hands coming up the side of your thighs, settling on your hips. “I missed you,” he whispered, resting his chin against your stomach, looking up at you with his deep brown eyes. “I felt terrible this whole time, I just wanted to come home and…apologise to you properly.”

Your heart felt a hundred times lighter now, the weeks of paranoia slipping away as he looked genuinely sorry. You let your fingers run through the messy blonde locks. “You’re okay,” I said just as softly. “We were both idiots, I recognise that now. That fight shouldn’t have happened in the first place. So I should apologise, too.” Simon shook his head, burying his face into your stomach, a sound similar to a purr rumbling in his throat, reverberating against your tummy. “It was my fault, y/n. I left without even saying goodbye, you…you probably hated me for the past three weeks.” - Well, he wasn’t wrong. - “But I should’ve never given you a reason to doubt me, or to resent me. Please, y/n, let me make it up to you.”

He looked so eager, clinging onto you with that expectant look in his eyes, wanting nothing more than to be granted your forgiveness, the only thing that mattered to him. “Please.” He whispered again. “Please what?” You asked, gently tugging at his hair, forcing him to look up at you. “Let me touch you, baby. Please,” he pleaded, already sounding breathless. “You felt bad because of me, now I need to make you feel good, it’s…it’s the least I can do.” He started to trace a trail down your stomach with the tip of his nose, stopping just an inch shy of the waistband of your sweatpants, sighing against the fabric of your t-shirt. “Can I?”

When Simon acted desperate, it was the hottest thing ever, turning you on in a way nothing else could. It made you feel love, worshipped, because in his eyes, you were his one and only goddess. “Oh, Simon..” you cooed, and he looked up at you with a hopeful smile. “...you think you deserve it?”

He groaned, his hands balling up into fists around your pants, only bunching up the fabric. “B-Baby…fuck…” he breathed out, looking helpless. “Don’t do this to me, I need you. Need to feel you-” You moved his hand away when he started to let it creep under your t-shirt. “You look pathetic. You think I’ll just forgive you like that?” You asked, giving his hair a quick, sharp tug. He hissed, but the noise that left his chest sounded more like a moan. You had already forgiven him the moment he saw him carrying the flowers, but he loved being submissive for you as much as you loved holding this kind of control over him.

“y/n, I’m begging you, seriously, I-” He released a shaky breath, hands trembling as he kept himself from tearing the pants off you. “Please, I’ve missed you so fucking much. These weeks away from you were torture, please. I just…just a taste, I’m begging.” He could feel your arousal wafting up to his nose, and he inhaled deeply, relishing in your sweet scent. “Just a taste, I-I need you, I need you so fucking much.”

He was already painfully hard, his erection straining in his cargo pants, cock throbbing and oozing precum onto his boxer briefs. He could’ve come just by your rejection alone, getting so restless and overwhelmed he could’ve made a mess on his own, without you even touching him. And that, was just the hottest fucking thing ever. The way he would bend at your will, growing desperate for you, for just a crumb of your attention, for all he wanted was to make you feel good.

“Fine,” you eventually relented, feigning annoyance, when you were actually just as eager as he was. His eyes lit up, and he wasted no time, starting to pepper kisses over your stomach, his fingers already tugging at your pants, sliding them down, along with your damp panties. He growled at the sight of the wet spot on the fabric, his mouth starting to salivate upon seeing the slick that covered your folds, as if already tasting it. “Come here,” he whispered huskily, ignoring your perplexed expression as he took your hand and guided you to the other side of the couch. Only then you realised he was moving with you, coming to lay down over the cushions, a cheeky grin tugging at his lips. “Please, y/n,” he begged again. “I need to taste you.”

Sitting on his face always felt weird, the improbable thought of accidentally suffocating him always lurking in the back of your mind, arising some scepticism in you every time. But then you remembered he probably wouldn’t be asking if he wasn’t built like a fucking unit. Peeling your t-shirt off as well, Simon simply admired you in awe, your body the most ethereal and precious thing he had ever laid his eyes - and hands - on.

He patiently waited there, looking like a kid on Christmas morning the moment you put your legs on either side of his head, caging his face between your thighs. “Is this-” you couldn’t even get the words out that his hands were on your hips, bringing you down until you were fully sat on his face. A guttural groan reverberated right through you as his lips latched onto your weeping cunt. A flick of his tongue between your folds coaxed a loud moan, your back arching as your eyes rolled into your skull.

“S-Simon-” you whimpered, a hand curled around the backrest of the couch, the other tangled in his messy hair. He looked like he was having a bloody good time, feasting on you like a man starved. He hadn’t seen you or heard from you for three whole weeks, and this time away from you, knowing you were upset because of him, made him realise just how much he truly loved you.

“Mhm,” he hummed against you. “Let me make you feel good.” His nose pushed against your hooded clit, stealing a sweet moan from you, his hands caressing the plane of your stomach, your hips, the curve of your ass. “Fuck…that’s so…f-fuck, so good-”

His tongue teased your entrance, before insertion itself inside of you, a loud groan of pleasure filling the room as you came undone from that alone, the orgasm rippling throughout you with an unexpected force, your thighs violently shaking. You feared you could accidentally crush him, but you coming only seemed to spur him on, since he didn’t let go of you as his name fell from your lips in a string of breathless pleas, his relentless tongue lapping up at your arousal, letting the juices from your cunt coat his whole face.

“N-No…too much, Si…too much!” You cried out softly, trying to lift your hips away, but his strong hands kept you still, long fingers digging into the supple flesh of your thighs. “We’re done when I say I’m done, y/n.” He suddenly growled, the rumble in his throat sending waves of pleasure straight to your core. It was overwhelming, really, the overstimulation robbing you of the ability to string a sentence, or even forming a coherent thought, only moans and babbling noises escaping your mouth as you braced yourself to the backrest of the couch.

Heat pooled in your belly even faster this time, Simon’s tongue circling your clit, placing open mouthed kisses along your pretty pussy, drinking your juices like it was his last meal. Another orgasm hit, the second wave somehow more intense than the first, your entire body quaking as the raw pleasure coursed through you, screaming his name, tugging at his hair, tear-brimmed eyes squeezed shut. By the time you had rode out your high, you were having a hard time remembering your name, trying to bring your heartbeat back to a normal level, chest heaving, leg still shaky.

Simon was extra careful when he felt you almost giving out from above, manoeuvring you so he could slip from underneath you, chuckling softly as you curled up in a ball onto the cushion, your body twitching ever so often as it recovered. He simply looked at you for a while, chest swelling with pride, knowing he had made you feel this good.

Gently, he picked you up, your body pliable in his arms as he effortlessly carried you towards the bedroom, gently putting you down on the bed and tucking you in. You were almost letting the drowsiness take over. “Where are you going?” You mumbled groggily looking at him with half-lidded eyes. He simply smiled.

“Takin’ a shower, love,” he whispered, hovering over you to place a chaste kiss on your forehead. “Don’t fall asleep, I’m coming back to give you the rest when I’m done.”

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ashleyfilm · 2 months ago

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Seeing Clearly - Chapter 6. The Nightmare

Please leave comments, I'd love to know your thoughts. And if you feel inclined to reblog, that would be so nice.

Chapter Warnings: cursing, SMUT, angst *im sorry* - Minors - DNI

Characters: Jackson!Joel Miller x F!Reader Plus Size. F!OC was recommended to me since there's a lot of description of her but I'm writing her as You (Reader) so hopefully you can still imagine yourself. Black hair, glasses, tattoos, big body, wears dark clothes, won't stop talking. Joel is tv show Jackson Joel.

Story Summary: Joel just saved your life, begrudgingly. He doesn't know exactly why but he brings you back to Jackson and you ingratiate yourself into his very small circle and his life. This takes place after season 1 of TLOU and season 2 doesn't exist in my brain because no.

Chapter Summary: The Nightmares that have plagued you come back and Joel helps you through it, but getting closer isn't easy. 1.2K

Thank you to @saradika-graphics for the book line divider. :)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 6. The Nightmare

By some miracle, you haven’t had any of your nightmares since you arrived in Jackson two weeks ago. That is until early this morning when, in your sleep, you toss and turn and yell until you’re woken up by Joel’s large hands on your shoulders and his warm breath in your face. “Hey, hey, shhh, you’re okay. It was a nightmare, you’re okay. Look at me.” You realize your cheeks are wet, how long have you been crying? “Joel?” Your voice is scratchy, how long have you been yelling? “Darlin’, you didn’t wake up for me. It took almost ten minutes of me shaking you to wake you up,” Joel says, quietly as he can but you hear so much pain in his voice. “I’m sorry,” you say, “Raiders, I was caught for, for...two years, a little while before I came here. The nightmares, I haven’t had one since I got here, I thought maybe I wouldn’t. I’m so sorry.” Joel is kneeling next to your bed, hands loosening around you, and you see he’s in his pajamas and his hair is all messy from sleep. He sits back a bit, and you see he’s visibly angry, “Nothin’ to be sorry about. That’s never gonna happen to you again, I promise you that.” Still trying to catch your breath you say, “You can’t promise that, Joel.” He sits up again, closer to you. “You are here now, look at me,” and you do, its blurry without your glasses but he’s so close you can see into his eyes, “You’re here now and I’m not going to let anything hurt you like that ever again.” You try to nod but he continues, “Oh, god, you’re shaking so much. What can I do?” After a moment of silence you ask, “Will, will you hold me?” and before you can finish your question, he climbs up beside you, puts his arms around you and has your cheek resting over his heart that’s beating wildly. As his heart calms, so do you and you fall back asleep.

When you wake, you’re disoriented. You’re asleep on your side but you feel a large, warm presence behind you, and a large arm draped over you. For a moment, you freeze in terror and Joel, who was already awake feels the shift, grabbing you gently but firm to turn you so you face him. He says your name over and over, looking into your eyes and you finally breathe. Then he can finally breathe, and he lays his forehead against yours hovering over you, his eyes closed. Before you can think, you reach up to cup his cheek and he leans into it, snuggling your palm. And you think you’ve never felt this safe in your whole life. You’re so close. It would only take a slight movement of your neck, and your lips would touch. And then they do. His lips are so soft and so warm and your lips slot so perfectly with his. He doesn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss, licking at your bottom lip with his tongue, begging to be let in. You gladly welcome him, and he licks into your mouth, exploring you, tasting you. He tastes like mint and a hint of late-night coffee. Without thought, both your bodies start to move with each other and a moan escapes your lips only to be swallowed by Joel’s ravenous mouth against yours. You feel his hardness on your thigh, rubbing up against you. You start to run your fingers through his beautiful hair. It’s so soft.

Suddenly, there’s a slam of a door, “Joel?” Tommy yells from downstairs and Joel jerks away from you. Wild-eyed, dark and full of desire, lips pink and swollen from kissing. He stands up off the bed and you’re still trying to catch your breath, laid out on the bed in front of him, looking open and wanting. You can feel the slick pooling at the entrance between your legs. “It’s Tommy, I gotta,” he starts. “I know, it’s okay.” You smile shyly at him; he doesn’t smile back. And then he’s gone. You lay your head back on the pillow and sigh. Smiling ear to ear but also nervous about what almost happened. Does he want you as much as you want him? Fuck, you hope so. After what you’ve been through, you deserve to have something you want, right? You roll over to find the pillow Joel was laying on and inhale his scent.

A bit later, and fully dressed, you make your way downstairs to see Joel standing in the living room and Ellie in a chair looking utterly pissed off and you wonder what the hell you just walked into. Ellie stands looking at you sadly, then stares at Joel and stalks off for her garage. Once she’s gone Joel starts speaking, not really looking at you, not in the eyes at least. “They’ve got a place ready for you, above the bakery. It’s ready today. S’what Tommy came to tell me.” It’s like a punch to your gut. You knew this was going to happen, but you didn’t think it’d be this fast. You almost thought that maybe it wouldn’t ever happen. It was going well here with you and Joel and Ellie. Right? God, you’re stupid, they’re each other’s family. You’re just a new person in town and they were just doing you a favor. It wasn’t your bedroom, it wasn’t your wolf mug, Ellie wasn’t your daughter, and Joel wasn’t yours. Your eyes brim with tears and you ask quietly, “What about this morning, Joel,” He cuts you off, his voice low, “Was a mistake, won’t happen again, this’ll be better for you.” You feel like he slapped you and stand to run upstairs so he doesn’t see you cry, again.

Tommy comes to help you with the two small boxes of things to take to the new place. He looks from you to Joel and neither of you will look at each other or him. Joel puts one more thing in the box Tommy is carrying as Ellie emerges to give you a hug before you start walking off the front porch. The hug starts off awkward until it turns into the most amazing hug you’ve had in decades. “You have to come visit me, I’m above the bakery, we’ll eat so much bread.” Ellie smiles, laying her head on your shoulder, Joel walks off into the house. “I’m so angry at him, he’s being a stupid asshole and a coward,” Ellie says, and Tommy looks back into the house seemingly trying to piece together what’s going on. “It’s okay, Ellie. I’ll see you, promise.”

After Tommy leaves you at your new apartment, you sit and stare at the floor, it’s a cute place, perfect for just you. A small kitchen, a breakfast nook by the front window, one bedroom and a pretty bathroom with a tub and a shower. And it smells amazing, but you can’t enjoy it. You feel cold being away from him, your lips feel lost without his. You don’t feel safe anymore. What had you done? What did you do to make him push you away so hard. He wouldn’t even look at you. And for the first time, since he saved you, you wish he hadn’t. Because this loneliness was worse than all the other times. This hurt more than you thought it could. And now you have to start over, alone, again.

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asimplesimp4 · 12 days ago

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Let's Play a Game.

⚠️:Blood drinking, punishments, biting, blindness, restrained, tentacle mention.

Thump. Thump. Thump

*I was running so fast it sounded like a heartbeat. Not my current heartbeat.. It was going way too fast, this is unhealthy. Better than dieing. I was being chased by Alastor, THE RADIO DEMON. He likes to do these.. how do I explain this..? Predator/Prey games. I'm always the prey. If he finds me.. let's just say. I don't wanna find out. Sometimes it's good, like cuddles some other times when i piss him off like today.. it's a punishment. I scramble into a tree, my breathing shallow as I try to quietly catch my breath*

*I hear a raspy voice echo through my head. Two words bounce from ear to ear.*

"Oh Dear~"

*'Shit shit shit shit..' is all that fills my brain*

"You can't hide forever, my love." Alastor says, voice sultry.

*'Try me then, Bambi.' I argue back in my head.*

"Y/N~" he hums my name in a steady tone.

*Crack.*

*'What was thAT- OH SHIT'*

*The tree branch breaks under me.*

"I didn't even eat that much for lunch what the hell-" I look up. My eyes meet Alastor's.

*His smile stretches*

"Boo." he says, leaning down. I never got why he always bent down at a 90 degree angle- Shit. I should go.

*I scramble up and take off*

"Ah ah ahhh.. Not getting away that easily my little doe."

*You feel a hook around your waist. It yanks you back towards him.*

"Oomph!-" You grunt, the wind getting knocked out of you as you get slammed into his chest. How did his breath not get taken?

*You look up at Alastor. You couldn't tell if he was agitated or proud.*

"Now, my dear.. I found you. You haven't been obeying me quite well recently and i've found this to be a... hassle to deal with. You will be punished tonight darling."

*'Ok shit. Yea. He's angry.'*

"Al, I'm sorry! I'll be behaved!" you blurt out, afraid of punishment

**"It's too late for that, my love..."***

*Your breath quickens as your vision gets swept into darkness*

"Fuck! Alastor! Please-"

*He cuts you off.*

"Y/N. I've given you multiple warnings this week and all you've done is disobey me. This punishment will be enforced onto you. Whether you like it or not."

*Whilst he says 'not' you feel his tentacles grasp your wrists, pulling them behind your back. Now you're restrained and blind. Yay.*

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***Warning Ahead.***

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*You feel his hot mouth enveloping your neck. Alastor bites down. You let out a breathy whimper*

"A-Al-"

"Shhh.."

*You feel his sharp teeth pierce your neck. Drawing blood. You hiss in pain, he pulls back with a 'Pop!'. Alastor starts to lap at the sore and bloody bruise he had inflicted onto your neck.*

"Delicious.. Always being good for your punishments..."

*You feel a gust of cold wind as he whisks you two away to your hotel room. You restore your vision. He's taking off his shirt. You're on the bed, panting softly. You look up at him*

"A-Alastor?- What are you doing, baby?"

*Alastor's eyes meet yours.*

"You're gonna be punished. And you're gonna scream my name."

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Idk- Should i finish this..? I'm also aware that alastor is aroace. This is fake. WHICH MEANS NOT CANON!!!!

#alastor #alastor x reader #bite #alastor being a jerk #alastor being a little shit #first work #alastor x you #alastor x y/n

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minisugakoobies · 1 year ago

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Sunny, can I send this in with paradise!jk and oc? 👀

How do you expect me to “keep it down” when you’re out here telling me about the various ways you fuck yourself with the toys you’ve bought?

Ooooh, yes you can, Jess!! Thank you for asking for some Paradise!JK. Let's say this is an outtake from Chapter 12 - set during the week sometime after their movie night but before their day at the dog park 👀

Sorry this is so long. I, uh, couldn't stop. 💕

Title: Can I Watch? Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Genre: Paradise!AU, neighbors to lovers, smut Rating: M(18+) Warnings: dirty texts, sex toys, talking about masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation (f + m), cumshot, i'm covering my face in shame over this one

It's nearly 2 am when you hear his door open.

You hadn't meant to stay up so late, but you'd been unable to unwind all evening, keyed up from work. Again. Finally, desperate for some sleep, you'd turned to your newest toy for some help.

Since that night with Jungkook, when he'd helped you find release with Lil' Jackson Wang, your favorite vibrator, you'd found yourself adding to your collection during a few late night shopping binges. You told yourself that it had nothing to do with your neighbor; you just wanted to give yourself a little more variety.

It's funny how you lie to yourself sometimes.

Thanks to the incredibly thin walls between you, you can hear when Jungkook's bed squeaks under his weight. He's probably exhausted, if he's climbing directly into bed. But that doesn't stop you from texting.

You: How was work?

Kookie 🦌: exhausting but good

Kookie 🦌: what are you doing up jagi?

You: Can't sleep

Kookie 🦌: poor baby

Kookie 🦌: need me to help you again?

You grin, stretching. Remembering the crazy intense orgasm you'd had with his help. The one you just had a few minutes ago was nice, but… thinking back to that night, you can't help but want more.

You: Actually, I just had some help

You: From one of my new little friends that I just got

Kookie 🦌: oh yeah? you got some new friends?

Kookie 🦌: you trying to make me jealous?

You: Maybe. Is it working?

Kookie 🦌: yes

You laugh.

Kookie 🦌: so which friend did you play with tonight?

Quickly, you snap a photo of the little pink pad that's still resting on your bed.

Kookie 🦌: huh. what's that guy do?

You: It's a vibrating pad

You: I ride it

There's a slight pause, and then you hear a low "fuck" groaned through the wall.

You: I heard that

Kookie 🦌: can't help it

Kookie 🦌: so you just grind on that thing?

You: Uh-huh. I rub myself on it til I cum

You: Feels really good when I roll my hips just right

"Shit!" This time, it's not a groan, it's a loud whimper.

You: Shhh, keep it down! You'll wake the rest of the floor

Kookie 🦌: how do you expect me to “keep it down” when you’re out here telling me about the various ways you fuck yourself with the toys you’ve bought?

You start and erase a few times, then finally get a swell of courage and finish your thought.

You: I didn't even tell you the best part

Kookie 🦌: fuck, what??

You: I pretend it's your thigh I'm riding

"Jagi." His voice is broken, the wall between you doing nothing to disguise his desire.

Kookie 🦌: baby

Kookie 🦌: can i watch?

You: Now?

"Please."

You sit up, heart pounding. As soon as your thumbs hit the screen, you jump out of bed, hurrying to unlock your front door.

When he comes in, you're already on the pad. You're topless, but you'd put on your favorite silky panties, partly for the sensation of the satin against your sensitive skin, but also to give him a good show.

Jungkook is shirtless, tattooed arm already gripping himself through his boxers as he stares at you with hooded eyes. Bottom lip caught between his teeth, he pulls his cock free, stroking firmly while you grind.

Part of you wants to stop, get up, yank him onto the bed. Mount him instead of the toy. But you feel so alive under his heated gaze, electrified by his panting breaths, his shameless moans, that you don't. You keep going, rolling your cunt faster and faster, and he speeds up as well, never once looking away.

Your climax hits fast, your body shuddering suddenly, and you collapse forward, digging your fingers into your sheets as you literally ride it out.

"K-kookie," you choke out, the only word you've said since he walked in, and he groans, hips jerking as he fucks his fist harder.

"Jagi, fuck, you're gonna make me cum."

Lost in your lustful daze, you open your mouth. Jungkook groans again, and before you can blink, his release is splattered over your cheeks and lips, dripping down your throat.

"Shit," he sighs, slumping against your wall. Your high abates, and you realize you're sitting there with cum sliding down your face. And so does Jungkook. "Oh shit, jagi, hold on."

He grabs a washcloth from your bathroom and gently wipes your face as you giggle, feeling oddly shy. He laughs too, and tosses the cloth on your nightstand before pulling you into his arms, rolling the two of you so you're lying with your head on his chest. You're wondering how to ask him if he'll stay with you when he speaks up.

"So… what other new friends did you get?"

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starcrossedreaders · 1 year ago

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Authors Note: YALL ARE FEINING. Here's part three THE FINAL PART, Enjoy!

Here's part 1 and part 2

Warnings: sad coming home, mentions of thoughts of suicide, mental breakdown, FLUFF, AND NSFW (YALL FEINS ARE BEING FED) P in v, cock warming!

Fumbling with your house keys you fell into your quiet, lonely apartment. These past few weeks you have been living in a melancholic state of depression and solitude. Days have been short as nights have been long. Each waking second you spent crying or questioning what to do next with your sad lonely life. You were even questioning the 'what if's', even if the thoughts were not so great.

Although tonight was different. Tonight was supposedly 'fun' and 'exciting' as your friends took you out to the club. Despite going against your best wishes they came and drug you out of the house stating the alcohol and bright lights will "heal the soul". It in fact did not. Instead, it left you sitting at a table alone drowning your sorrows. You were upset because you could have been doing this at home without everyone around.

The mass amounts of alcohol you consumed left your legs numb and your heart even number. At this point you wouldn't care what happened to you, as long as you got to see Leon again you would be happy. But no, the universe had to be cruel to you. Like it has been your whole life. Leon was the only good thing that has ever come out of your 25 years of living, and yet. He was brutally taken away from you.

Your dark and messy apartment greeted you, mocking and mirroring your current state of mind. Slamming the door shut, you locked it as you treaded to your even messier room. Clothes were thrown everywhere, and your bedsheets needed to be washed. But, you were too afraid to lose the true musk and vanilla scent of your late lover.

But tonight, tonight was different. Your bed was made, clothes neatly folded and put away, and a candle was lit as the tv lit up the room. You had to rub your eyes, once, twice. Your brain wasn't playing tricks on you, and your room was clean and set up how.....

How Leon would keep it.....

That's impossible

Leon is gone

Gone

gone

He will never come back. That's the exact thought that haunts you at all hours of the day. The exact thought that has left you in this state. The exact thought that has been pushing you to the brink of sanity and it just took its final shove.

You pulled at your hair as your breath got stuck in your throat.

He's gone.

Throwing your bag on the ground you paced your room.

He's gone. He's gone. He's gone. He's gone!

Screaming you rush and start throwing your clothes out of your closet and on the floor. Your throat hurt as your lungs burned from the lack of air.

"HE'S GONE," after throwing half of your closet across your room you turned to your perfectly made bed.

The white comforter and folded blankets pushed you even more. You swiped your arms across the large bed sending blankets and clothes across your room.

"HE'S GONE. HE'S GONE. HE'S GONE!" You pushed out the last of the air from your lungs gripping the comforter.

Before you could throw that a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into their warm strong chest.

"Shhh baby, I'm here. I'm home," That angelic voice.

The angelic voice that has talked you through so much. Has yelled and cried and laughed with you.

Your eyes widened as your body went limp in his arms. The scent of musk and vanilla floated to your senses. You gasped as everything you cried and prayed for was wrapped around you.

Your bottom lip quivered as a loud sob racked through your body. Your shakey hand rose to cover your mouth as your body shook.

"Oh my god...." your whisper was barely audible as you slowly turned around to face....to face...

Leon.

Leon your home.

Leon your best friend.

Leon your lover.

Leon your soulmate.

Another sob racked through your body as your eyes met his piercing blue eyes. You really couldn't believe your eyes. You couldn't look away. Afraid that once you blink or look away he will disappear. Your brain has a knack for sick jokes like that.

"L-Lee?" He could only nod his head, as tears of his own slipped down his cheek.

Finally letting go you cried. You cried and cried. Hiding your face in his chest, soaking his shirt with your tears. Leon rocked your body hushing your shaking form as he rubbed your back.

You don't know how but you ended up on your bed with you in Leon's back.

"Y-yo-you're home," You hiccupped as you pulled back to look at Leon.

Your head was light as the alcohol from the night wore off as your throat ached from your yelling.

"I'm home," He dropped his head on yours connecting your foreheads as his hand came up to your cheek. His thumb rubbed back and forth as he look lovingly at you.

"I'm home...I'll never leave you again," More tears slide down your cheeks at his words.

"I thought I lost you. I thought-" You had to take a deep breath.

"I know love...I know." His grip around you tightened.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Your brittle voice was on the verge of breaking again.

"I'm sorry for everything I said to you that night. I never met them, I=I thought I lost you forever and I would never be able to say sorry and tell you... Tell you I love you. I love you for everything you do. I love your perfections and imperfections. Your weird sweet tooth. Your lous ass snoring, your protective behavior. I love all of you." You took in deep breaths as you finished your small rant.

"I love you to the Milky Way and back. I love your weird obsessions and weird cravings. I love the way you always have my favorite snacks, or how you always keep the apartment cold even though you hate it. How you can read my body and know when I want to go home, or how you make my lunches in the mornings. I love how patient you are with my job, how you understand and worry and care. I love you."

As the moon faded and the sun woke your bodies lay heavy as you slept in a deep slumber. This would be the first night you actually slept. Being pressed up against Leon's warm body put your body at ease causing you to drift off into a deep slumber.

Leon was happy to be home with his baby. He couldn't handle being away from you, knowing the lies that were fed to you. He would never leave you like that, ever.

Leon played with your hair as he admired your sleeping form. Purple bags sunk into your eyes, and a small crease lay between your eyebrows. That wasn't there before he left. Frowning himself, he brought his hand down, using his thumb to rub away your crease.

This small touch pulled you from your slumber. Fluttering your eyes open, you scanned your surroundings. Last night felt like a fever dream, you were scared to go to sleep afraid that your mind was playing a cruel trick on you. But, your body went against your best wishes and floated you off into a deep sleep. So when you opened your eyes you were a little shocked but very relieved to see Leon was still here, with you.

"G'morning love," His deep husky voice sent a wave of hot pleasure down your body.

"Morning," you smiled a little as you sat up to stretch.

"How did you sleep?" Leon's lazy boyish smile made your heart flutter.

That was the same smile that you first saw. The smile that caught your heart and will hold it in captivity until the end of eternity.

Leon wrapped his hands behind your thighs to guide you on his lap. Wrapping your arms around his neck you smiled. "I slept better now that you're back." You looked like a hopeless fool in love. Your hair was knotted as a faint blush painted your cheeks.

"Me too love," His thumbs drew small circles on your thigh.

Getting more comfortable you slightly ground on Leon semi-hard on causing a moan to leave the back of his throat.

"Baby- stop moving," HIs voice was stern and full of command.

"m'sorry," You mumbled. You just missed Leon so much, his touch was overriding your senses and all you wanted to do was fuck him.

"I missed you s'much, need you," Your whiney voice was filled with need as you ground your hips into Leon's, hoping for any type of friction.

Leon groaned as he shot his hands to your hips in a bruising grip. "Fuck- hold on love," He lifted your body up moving your underwear to the side as he fisted his cock out of his boxers. A shiny pearl sat atop his slit, but it wasn't enough, despite spreading it along his dick.

Bending over slightly he let a line of spit fall past his lips onto his dick. Rubbing it down he guided your hips down towards his. He teased your soaking hole by gliding his tip between your wet folds. Going back and forth a few times he finally gave in and dipped his tip into heaven. The feeling of Leon stretching you out had you gasping. Squeezing your eyes shut you laid your head on his shoulder. The further Leon went, the more stars blurred his vision. The feeling of your warm walls wrapping around him had him on a different planet.

Leon slid his hands from your hips down to the back of his thighs bringing you closer to him. Your warm cunt swallowed him whole leaving you guys to sit there in pure bliss.

Leon's hot breath ghosted over your neck as he ran his hands up and down your thighs. Wrapping your arms around his neck you sat there taking in his scent. Leon mumbled sweet nothings in your hair as he kissed the crown of your head periodically.

With Leon's hands roaming your body and him stuffing you full you swore your sleep could wash over, taking you under. Keeping your eyes closed Leon could feel your body weight getting heavier.

"Love?" The only response Leon got was a soft snore leaving past your lips.

Leon smiled slightly before he kissed your head. "I love you."

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Ace Attorney AU August oops-august-has-been-over-for-a-week Update!!

Hiiiii well okay first and most importantly of all! Happy investigations collection day everyone!!!! My copy is supposed to arrive by 10pm although I'm not sure I'll be playing it right away, but, hey, once it arrives I'll have in my possession at least one physical copy of every game in the series (2 for aai1, woohoo)!!! *Coughs* uh except all of the OG Trilogy which instead I own like 2 times over digitally (3 in T&T's case, thanks Wii) lmao. Ah well.

NOW the actual post. Yeah it's not August anymore but I've been recuperating or w/e so shhh, better late than never!

Overall I wrote over 50k words (actually in August itself) and posted 5 fics (with many more in progress), which is honestly just, wild???? That is so cool. Apparently the way to overcome writer's block is just overcommit to a month-long prompt list, who knew!

Here is my post about the first 17 days/AUs! And over here's my Ao3 series for these! Below the cut I'll wrap up the last 14 days of AUs, some thoughts, etc!

I am setting the goal for myself to actually finish writing these before the end of the year even if they're not technically "AU-gust" qualified anymore by the time I get to them sooo ...wish me luck!! In the meantime I am proud of myself for (tbh completely unnecessarily and to my detriment lmao) coming up with actually a full 31 solid AUs based on the prompts that I feel inspired by.

This post is gonna be a bit more rambly than the last one because I definitely did more of my writing last month the first 2 weeks rather than the last 2, but nevertheless--

Onto the remaining AUs!

18 - Space Travel

So, I actually started a draft at the airport before my vacation where I got wayyyy too sidetracked getting detailed about this one and thus ended up not being able to finish the post before takeoff lmao. I'm not sure whether it's annoying or interesting to include all of that here, but it's my post so fuck it, here's August 21st patt to tell you aaall about it so I don't have to: The Martian AU (I've only seen the movie and not read the book but i *did* literally just re-watch it because this thought crossed my mind lol. (Hello! It's future me popping in to say: fun fact, rewatching this movie literally ended up being the reason I knew a bar trivia answer last week lmao. Huzzah for the powers of Ace Attorney refreshing my movie quote knowledge.) Be glad this one occurred to me because my first inclination was to lean into the dark past of my vld phase (I'm super joking I had a lot of fun with it before the last few seasons haha sorry idk what to tell you friends) and see how much I'd retained if i tried to make that work but the martian sounded more fun in the end). Apparently my Thing™ is a) poisoning Phoenix and b) putting Apollo in an insane situation in which he's completely on his own--which all things considered is probably far meaner lol. I think Phoenix is to blame for creating his own problem here for choosing to eat the stupid necklace but I fully blame Capcom for all the BS Apollo has gone through after AA4 (bc...the stuff IN that game is. coincidentally also Phoenix's blame to claim. lol). That said I'm part of the problem teehee. Apollo can be Some Guy from the real world who gets isekai'ed and he can also be Mark Watney :P (sorry bud I love you but you have just the Worst case of unavoidable main character syndrome). ((Which is QUITE funny actually because I'll never get over Capcom calling 4,5,6 the """"Apollo Justice Trilogy"""" (it's really not and it's frankly insulting they're trying to say it is.) Like he's. Y’know. The main character in exactly one of those games...... so.)) What was I talking about? Lmao oh yeah so Apollo is left on Mars (not sure he actually has much in the way of Botanist™ vibes but the indomitable, never-say-die, highly sarcastic vibes.... ye haha that's my boy right there). Omg wait sorry I'm writing this and realizing this whole thing actually fits the 18th AND yesterday's (the 20th) prompt as well. Whoops.

Clay as the captain (let him do something, says I)

Trucy as I think the pilot ONLY because I am literally constantly on the lookout to make a Wright Flying Brothers joke, sorry

Klavier aaaas. Uh. So the German astronaut in the film is the chemist and navigator and I know Klav's not necessarily supposed to be actually German canonically but there IS something funny about it

Athena as the flight surgeon and EVA specialist (for a couple reasons but mostly so she can be a doctor lol. I imagine she also can be there for psych stuff too, like, it's a long ass space voyage, that does shit to your brain)

Kay as the SysOp and reactor tech, tbh mostly because for some reason i really have a thing for hacker/programmer Kay, i guess?

Ema I want to be there also lol so that would be exceeding the actual number of OG astronauts but eh it's my AU. The rest of these I'm just directly comparing to a crew member from the martian but I think some of the titles and tasks could be redistributed a little to allow an extra person as a treat for me.

Originally i kind of wanted Sebastian (....SIGH. or...Eustace. (I fear even though it's AAIC release day today, I truly may die on this hill forever, falling on my sword of devotion and gratitude to the fan translation team... That said, while I think Eustace is, like, a Deeply Fine name, I have to say that Excelsius is a fucking knockout name lmfao, that one took me out. Anyway, ahem: "I wanted Seb/Eustace...")) to be there too but I think that's getting into too many cooks territory just specifically bc I'd have too many voices to play with lmfao. So instead I think he's the operator who works the satellite and realizes Apollo is alive, I think he'd fit that well. NOT THAT that needs to be. Included. In the AU. I have...so much self control.

Anyway I have too many thoughts about it, it's a problem, ironically I think I would prefer to focus on the crew and not Apollo himself, so that would at least make it more than just a rehashing of the movie/book. (Or, the movie at least. Does the book spend more time with them? I should read the book.) ...I did, Of Course, also came up with a funny, pseudo-future-science-y way to do a Sibling Reveal in this one, so there's that, too, haha. OKAY AND, SCENE. Snatching my mic back from myself. I'm actually so devoted to the Martian AU now hahaha, I really didn't think I'd let that happen to myself but here we are... You'll see in a bit, but I for-better-or-worse do truly have an extended universe going on for it now, eheh... (Help.)

19 - Spies

Franmaya?? Franziska POV??? Here's the deal: I cannot BELIEVE I got this many days into the month and STILL hadn't come up with a franmaya-centric AU, it's terrible. Also I need a Maya POV if I want to hit my self-set, self-indulgent goal of having POV of every "main" character I can (did I exactly accomplish this no but that's perfectly fine obviously haha it was just a side achievement I had my eye on). So to that end, I ended up with something here that I'm not COMPLETELY sure I won't end up changing when I sit down to actually work on it, but in short: semi The Princess Bride vibes but with spies instead of pirates! Or uh! So um okay full disclosure lol I got all excited about an AU of this kind and then like an hour into daydreaming it into existence I realized I was heavily relying on / leaning into ASSASSIN territory rather than SPY. Which are notably different things. (Wait lol should I blame Spy x Family?? Totally Endo-sensei's fault and not at all mine, boom, take that.) ...And not to go even harder into sxf territory, whoops, but my idea was something along the lines of like, since Kurain School Channeling changes spirit mediums' appearance entirely, I was going to have Maya be something of an expert in disguise, and Franziska I was almost more or less going to let retain her actual position of international prosecutor with Interpol, although perhaps I'd lean more into a James Bond-esque intelligence agency sort of thing than what we see them do in-game, I'm not sure. Maya gets "killed" for real in 2-4 except she actually just becomes an international assassin(?) apprentice. Does this make sense? Probably not lol. But is it a little funny and a little sad? Yes, yes it is, and that's always my sweet spot as a writer. The only problem with this premise is I can't stop myself from considering what Phoenix would do / be doing in the background, because the problem with Maya "dying"-only-being-secretly-alive leaves at least twofold problems in justifying why Nick hasn't gone full conspiracy theory board stop-at-nothing-to-find-her, in that a) If she's not dead, Pearl can't channel her, and knowing Pearl I have to imagine that would be her first move to try tbh, and b) even if that weren't an issue, if the police were never able to track down Maya's body at all, I fully believe Nick would still throw himself at the problem until he's able to find answers irregardless, so. This ain't about him though!! So we'll just all have to deal with knowing he's taking reaaally really bad care of himself while he single-mindedly tries to figure out what's going on ahaha...ha. He's most absolutely the drowning child in the facebook post meme. Don't worry about him.

20 - Crossover/Fusion

Soooo. Okay. First may I say, I'm not the most crossover-fic-y person in the world neither as a reader nor writer. HOWEVER. Unfortunately. My one undying weakness has proven to be Ace Attorney x Legally Blonde (and more specifically Legally Blonde the Musical, the best version, though I do love Reese Witherspoon's performance ofc it's iconic but the musical is just MWAH ugh. One of my all-time favorite musicals and definitely the one I've listened to the most esp the past couple years hahaha.) The problem is, I've joked about so many slight variations / one very Long Intensive specific AA/LBtM crossover AU ideas, that trying to limit myself to a one-shot I could conceivably finish within a day proved too much for my decision paralysis and I didn't end up writing any of them lmao. Alas. Mostly, I just think it would be funny to see the characters interact in something of a vacuum just for fun, the problem is just that I happen to be uniquely terrible at not thinking through a Crack AU until I can, ahem, "crack" it, so to speak, to make it actually justifiably function. So in theory all I want to write for this day is some combination of like, Elle and Phoenix interacting and Miles and Emmett interacting, or the four of them having a conversation that goes something like "omg wait me too!! i also went from a creative undergrad degree directly into law to chase after some guy!! what are the odds teehee" while Emmett and Miles watch in horror, and also alternatively Emmett and Phoenix mostly bemusedly watching Elle and Miles geek out over like, fancy ass high class (pink) clothing like "uh yeah i have no idea what any of those words mean. she bought me this suit and i honestly wouldn't even be able to find the store again. oh no way he bought you yours too?? man, wild." Etc. (If anyone's interested in really watching me suffer and spiral: my longer and more intensive idea for an AU with them is to have them be tackling parallel cases where either of them (Elle and Phoenix) has specific knowledge that is helpful to defending the others' client, and they get like place-swapped through dimensional shenanigans somehow also related to the cases. And Phoenix has to abide by, like, nominally-accurate US trial law (I know he wouldn't really be licensed shhhh) -- by which I mean Emmett is sitting as his co-council and exercising the most restraint possible to keep from bashing his head into the table every two seconds. And Elle has to abide by guilty-until-proven-innocent Japanifornia trial law ("wait WHAT omg what do you MEAN the prosecution can just, like, not submit their evidence before the trial???? wait what do you MEAN we should just TAKE THAT that is EVIDENCE AT A CRIME SCENE--"). On the bright side, Elle gets to experience being one of the most normally-dressed people in a courtroom and not at all being looked down upon for her general vibes and wardrobe (like tell me she wouldn't fit right in in the ace attorney universe and seem completely ordinary), and Phoenix gets to experience a real jury (take that jurist system trial that Capcom would like to never ever talk about again) and also the judge going "so, Prospective Juror No. 103, do you understand that the defense in this criminal trial does not need to say a single word in order to be doing their job? the burden of proof lies entirely on the prosecution the entire time and the defense and defendant could choose to remain silent every day of trial and that would be completely within their rights, do you understand that? are you okay with that?" etc etc, shout out to my jury service a couple month ago and the kinds of questions a real life California judge asks jurors that would seriously blow the minds of every single character in Ace Attorney lmfao can you imagine? Anyway.) So yeah idk. Also something something, spirit mediums and the whole Greek Chorus bit from the musical... "School Spirit"... much to think about in crack AU land hahaha.)

21 - Absurd Tragedy

To be honest with you, this is the entire series lmao, so much so that I had trouble even thinking of an AU to be "alternate" in any way here, hahaha. What I sort-of landed on and have vague outline notes about in my doc is (not to make another excellent-musical-adaptation-of-an-already-top-tier-movie-which-is-itself-a-highly-unfaithful-adaptation-of-a-fairly-obscure-book reference) a Shrek the Musical "I Think I Got You Beat"-style debate about whose canonical absurd tragic circumstances are the worst, lmfao. Granted, this then turned into a "wait what if I use said argument as an absurd way in which to make Apollo and Trucy have a siblings realization completely on their own, which both compounds the fact they've both already lived such tragedy to begin with but also could touch on Phoenix knowing about it and not telling them about it", and uhhhhh lmfao a debate specifically between them is OBVIOUSLY not the romantic flirting banter of the song between Shrek and Fiona lmfao but like still, the general premise, just in a sibling bickering coat of paint instead. Also was toying with it being an Athena POV just to sell home / for the additional absurdity of the experience of "you've gone over to your friend's house to hang out and suddenly they're obnoxiously arguing with their sibling and their parents are nowhere to be seen and you're not exactly sure what you're supposed to do with yourself except awkwardly wait for them to be done" lmfao. Which I've most absolutely experienced from both ends multiple times hahaha. The alternative option for this prompt is just for me to write an excessively long essay debating and attempting to personally rank the main cast's level of absurd tragedy compared to each other, lol.

22 - Orphan

I wrote 324 words (slash one physical lined page in my actual notebook) of this while I was on vacation, lol. AU where Miles invites Phoenix to go watch one of Gregory's trials (or Phoenix invites himself, or Gregory invites him while Miles tries to hold the landline phone away from him, lol) and I mean of course the trial he goes to is The Trial (like, Jeffre... AW CRAP wait I don't actually know what Jeff Master's or Kate Hall's official names are lmfao uhhh. Well you know what don't worry about that. Happy AAIC day once again..? Lol. Anyway, the concluding day of Gregory's last trial, obviously, ignore the defendant's name.) Like, basically, here's my thought. AU where Phoenix is also there, and not only does that mean he knows what happened to Miles and Gregory but also, like, it's Phoenix. Tell me even at 9 he wouldn't be insisting on taking care of the poor kid who just lost everything and has nowhere in the world to go. Tell me he's not like, begging his parents they need to help him, lol. I think really this is just sort of an AU to explore one of my several personal headcanons for what Phoenix's parents are like, because I've spent a lot of time on a different version of them (coughs for the last AU on this list...coughs) but I also have a version of them which I find fun / funny where they're like, kinda hippy-dippy and like very hands-off (tbh almost all of my hc's about the Greater Wrights is they're very hands off, just in different ways) but in more of a "we want our child to experience the beauty and wonder of the world on his own time and not influence him or set rigid standards to conform to" kind of philosophy. Anyway my point is they like adopt/foster Miles somehow before Manfred can actually get his hands on him (he's still too busy dealing with the fresh bullet wound I guess?) This is just a gen au of course, not only because they're 9 lol but also the logistics of being adoptive/foster siblings gets weird quick lmao, but mostly I just find it interesting to think about what might have happened if Miles was in an environment where people paid more attention and cared more (and weren't explicitly influencing and manipulating him to exasperate the problem on purpose), because I have to imagine examining his nightmares a little more closely a little more quickly might have led someone (say, Phoenix who was also there in this AU) to find something slightly off about it or like start putting pieces together quicker, idk. I, uh, I'm not gonna lie to you, I don't actually remember how I intended to end this one hahaha ;; I started it but I was on vacation and neglected to outline / summarize the rest of my ideas the day of, so I guess I'll just have to see where my mind takes me when I get back to it.

23 - Musician

So my FIRST thought for this day was to use it as an excuse to finish my First Ever Ace Attorney Fic, which has been in WIP stasis for...uh.... 6. Years. i--SIX????? Shit. lmfao. yeah uh. I guess I created the first version of the doc (on my OneNote, god) back in 2018. So. Yeah. Hm. Omfg. This fic has partially existed since before Phoenix Disbarment Day. That is so. Wow. Damn. Y'all we're so close to aa4 time (2026) what the hell??? Ahem. Pianist Phoenix. That's. My point lmao. I know the original thing that sparked me loving this concept was actually some tumblr post I saw apparently a LONG long time ago, hahaha, and I know there's no way I'll find it with tumblr's abysmal search function, but just know it was not a completely original idea of mine when I say i fucking LOVE the headcanon that, you know what actually Phoenix CAN play the piano, he just chooses to do it as shittily as possible because that's kind of what he's like post-disbarment and he'd absolutely get a kick out of fucking with people like that even if they have no way to know they're being fucked with. It's like, he's no virtuoso or anything, but he can passably play the piano! He's just being an ass on purpose! It kills me every time lol. I won't say I think that's necessarily true in canon so ofc it's not like an end-all-be-all hc for me or anything but it's just sooooo funny to me that I like to break it out any time I possibly can. Look me in the eyes and tell me he wouldn't. Honestly, look me in the eyes and tell me if he actually put his mind to it in any meaningful way he wouldn't be able to get decent quickly regardless, considering the fact he became an accomplished lawyer on more-or-less a total whim. This to say: that was my intention, to finish this fic I've had brewing that was about Phoenix actually being able to play the piano and hiding it for a really long time but eventually being found out by Miles by chance. Except then I sat down on the plane and started writing a Pearl POV instead? In which she finds out about more or less the same exact concept but from Iris--also by chance, but less actually catching him playing and more being asked, "Oh, does he still play? He was always good at that." And then bc it's Pearl (Pearl I love you), of COURSE she goes and confronts him about it. Pearl might be the single most confrontational character in these games tbh which is SO FUNNY to me. Like I'm kind of exaggerating obviously but also am I? I know she has psyche-locks you have to break through multiple times throughout the series but stiiiill. Everyone else is so repressed and weird about anything remotely vulnerable, I stg. Props to Maya for making sure Pearl turned out pretty okay I guess, lmao. Anyhow yeah that's sort of the AU I ended up with. Pearl POV where she and Iris know they're sisters (don't get me started on this I have so many thoughts about the amount of information I'm positive Maya and Pearl are NEVER given skjflj) and Pearl visits Iris in prison regularly and on one such visit maybe she mentions Nick's job at Borscht and Iris makes a totally innocuous comment to the effect that Pearl learns he actually knows how to play the piano and she goes to get mad at him about it because he's definitely been pretending he can't and Pearl's pretty sure he's told neither Maya nor Trucy the truth and that cannot be left to stand.

24 - Pretend Hate

Okay, this exists in a similar realm to the Orphan prompt, except instead of Phoenix being there for the trial or the Wrights taking Miles in before Manfred can, it's more just AU where Miles doesn't actually cut all contact and he and Phoenix successfully end up exchanging correspondence (in semi-secret) during the time they're separated (i.e. they remain friends and close during the 15 years they're separated in canon). "Semi-secret" because they--esp Miles--somehow hide who exactly it is they're talking / writing to all the time but don't necessarily hide the fact they are doing that. Like, a fake cultural / language exchange program or something? I feel like there could be a world where Manfred really doesn't give a shit what Miles is up to as long as he's being molded into "someone Gregory Edgeworth would hate" (I don't think he would lol but that's another AU) and becoming a model von Karma protege prosecutor and such. He obviously goes to lengths to cut Miles off from everything he's familiar with in that he takes him to Germany, but I've always thought it's way more on Miles feeling guilty and blaming himself and thinking he's unworthy / pushing people away being the reason why they never talked before aa1 despite Phoenix's "attempts to contact him," whatever those may be specifically. And, yeah, I've watched that one episode of the anime but tbh I don't really use anime canon for almost anything besides maybe some of the fun visuals, haha, so I'm kind of disregarding that anyway. ANYWAY. My point is. The "pretend hate" part is that--sometime over the course of exchanging correspondence, Phoenix starts thinking something's weird and gets it in his head to "investigate" himself, since he's still in LA / has access to the scene of the crime and stuff, and then as a combo of him just plugging away at it until he has enough (circumstantial) evidence to be like "Miles I think you're wrong about this" and also a younger, slightly less repressed, slightly less in Manfred's pocket Miles actually being somehow willing to consider alternatives a little--they're able to put their heads together and eventually come to the (correct) conclusion ahead of time, before the 15-year statute of limitations, that it was almost certainly Manfred who did it. And then they work together to figure out how they can possibly PROVE that but they haven't thought of anything foolproof by the time aa1 events start rolling around (or at the very least, the 5-years-ago sections of aa3? It might make more sense if it's as soon as Miles returns to Japanifornia, and also I think Phoenix has way less reason to fall for Dahlia/Iris so hard if Miles is around and *coughs* available lmfao. Anyhow). So, in the hopes it'll keep Manfred from getting suspicious of Miles, they publicly pretend to hate each other, putting on a show of more of the canon attitude Miles esp. has before 1-4, but behind the scenes they're actually working together trying to think of a way they can definitely get a conviction to stick that Manfred won't be able to worm out of. And that's the AU! Idk, in terms of additional thoughts, I couldn't decide what to do / what would happen to Mia in this AU either, which doesn't super matter but did give me pause. So she might live, idk, depends the exact timeline. I do also think a scene where--Dahlia still hits on Phoenix in the reading room/courthouse library but he's like, actively there waiting for one of Miles' trials to conclude for a covert meeting, so when Miles gets there and is like "What are you messing with over there?" Phoenix is like "Oh, hey, check out this weird bottle some girl just gave me because apparently she fell in love at first sight, haha, isn't that so funny--" and then Miles recognizes it from the Fawles trial and they catch Dahlia earlier or something, idk. Or alternatively Phoenix was AT that trial so HE recognizes it. Or maybe it's funniest if he was there but doesn't recognize it until Miles does lmao, this is not the point of this AU but I can't stop myself from considering this part of it.

25 - Scientists

So THIS is the day I sort of alluded to earlier, many many words of post ago, where I got so invested in my The Martian AU that I started accidentally worldbuilding about it. What I've started and have about 400 words of (slash one notebook page, again from the plane after my vacation), is like, AU where it's NASA instead of law and I can make Phoenix go "What, like it's hard?" only it's about literally rocket science this time hahaha. Basically for this fic I just thought, well what if Phoenix just shows up as a flight tech or engineer or something (idk I don't really know that much about real life astronautics) as Miles is preparing for some space mission or something and he's just like WHAT are YOU doing HERE. I know I know I made Apollo literally be the titular martian and yes he ALSO has a (or tbh probably has a WORSE) canonical debilitating fear of heights, so, shhh, but I do like the idea that Phoenix is like, oh, who, me? In the flying metal death trap? No fucking thank you, I will be down here watching and talking directly to you through a headset or something. You cannot escape me however i can at least escape the building I'm in. No interest in seeing the Earth from above, thanks. Actually iirc Miles also doesn't love heights but meh whatever I'm fairly certain Phoenix talks about it the earliest in the series so there you go. Anyway, this would all be a mission prior to whatever mission it is that Apollo & Co. go on to Mars for the first part of the AU, so I guess you could consider it a prequel? And probably a fairly shippy one. I have other reasons for which it's fun for me if wrightworth is at least together if not outright married before the events of the "The Martian" part of the AU, so this one would be, like, about how exactly that went down.

26 - Victorian Era

Okay, once again, this just. IS. Literally. Dai Gyakuten Saiban / The Great Ace Attorney. Lol. That said, I've always loved the fanart I've seen of like Ryuunosuke and Phoenix (and respective Co.'s) interacting, or like, one or the other ending up in the other time period somehow, so I thought it'd probably be fun to try my hat at that. I feel like I've neglected the tgaa characters anyway, considering I actually somehow managed to reference PLvPW already, which is obviously significantly more of a spinoff and also just largely non-canonical, lmao. Also tgaa is just SO GOOD, augh. I'd love to have the multi-witness cross examinations from both of those games back sometime again, and I had so much fun with the jury in tgaa too, excellent mechanic. What was I talking about? So, I never completely decided on a concrete direction to take this, but even before AU-gust had started I'd already been toying with the idea of an AU where maybe Maya or Pearl channels a character from tgaa specifically because some documentary or special or something comes out talking about the real-life Herlock Sholmes (as opposed to the Totally Fictional "Sherlock Holmes" who Phoenix references in that one trilogy line, because I really think that's the funniest possible explanation for the discrepancy) and they're arguing over how that cannot possibly be a real person and no one was named that and etc etc and then to prove once and for all one way or the other Hurley is channeled and also for bonus joke content "recognizes" Phoenix at first (idk pretend his eyesight got worse in his older age, I know Phoenix and Ryuunosuke look, tbh, less alike than Ryuu and Apollo do, lmao, but again that's another AU) and then I get to play with Phoenix's mom's maiden name is Naruhodou and his middle name is Ryuuichi or such to that effect, because that is also a favorite headcanon of mine (not in small part because I can project my own life onto him by making him half-Japanese from SoCal, lol). So that's an idea I'd had that was already decently fleshed out and the ONLY problem is that if I'm having characters actually be channeled then there's a very real limiting factor of how many spirit mediums exist, and also that means Maya and/or Pearl don't get to interact with them, which for the sake of not overwriting would be good but for the sake of my love of a chaotic group conversation would be bad. But, uh, hopefully I do manage to hold myself to a less broad cast of characters, ideally, instead of bringing a bunch of them over to the other time period to see how they'd deal with that and interact en masse. Ha. Haha.

27. Younger / De-Aged

So here's another AU I'd already had idle thoughts about before AU-gust had even started! I...will get into this later, TRUST I will, lmfao, but I do have an extremely involved AU already in which Time Travel of the "regression" type is involved, i.e., they have their memories of the "future" but are thrown back into the past including their own younger bodies however-many-years-ago. So I've got that type of thing covered, I promise I do, haha. And additionally, I've actually already written them "younger" for my colorless AU way back on day 2, so I did think perhaps I'd just continue that one and say it was for this prompt (a smart person thing to do. this is the objectively correct option). On the other hand. I find pre-DL6 Phoenix and Miles reacting to how their lives actually turned out in the end HILARIOUS. Tell me it's not funny. And tell me it's not, like, some sort of depressing-yet-ultimately-hopeful for the older/current them to look at their child selves and be like Kid, Oh, You're Going To Go Through Some Shit, but also reflect on how they did make it and things turned out okay and life goes on etc etc. My problem with this kind of thing is that it's hard to come up with a justification for and that's not a problem in itself but it is a problem in me not knowing how i'm going to end a fic, which often gets me decision-paralysis-ed into not being able to start it in the first place, which did in fact happen to me here, haha. I think ideally I'd just do a quick "wait, was that a dream?" kind of thing where they (Miles and Nick) have a short conversation with themselves, but... Uh-oh, what, did you think that was all I had? You clearly don't know me at all. OTHER au option where young Phoenix is in the future/present and rather than himself and Miles it's the Wright Anything Agency who like, idk, find him roaming the streets of LA (fun fact! I actually came up with this AU one day while I was quite literally roaming the streets of LA myself at like 3am-ish. Do with that what you will). He is of course wearing a hat or beanie or something at first because come on, that's way more fun, and no matter how much Trucy, Apollo, and Athena are like "hm idk something about this kid seems familiar" I just don't think my first thought upon seeing some vaguely familiar kid alone on the street would be, like, "Oh, that's obviously a child version of my father/coworker/boss!" So. I'm not really sure that one has an end point either, though, so the same problem still stands, haha. The bad, someone get a spray bottle to spritz me, option of this is, obviously, to combine the two, so it's like the WAA find him first and then are like UHHHHH we need an adult (never mind actual adult-age-ness between them) and somehow end up getting Miles there too, but idk. I... should not. Overcomplicate. I shouldn't. Even, even if...august is over...so theoretically there's no longer any sort of On-Time component since it's late either way........ definitely not.

28 - Caretaker

Here are my exact notes / entire doc for this day. Ahem. And I quote: i brought up the lighthouse keeper thing but i dont know where that would be going exactly maybe this is a thing i could do franmaya for??? since i still havent gotten there? actually lol that as a lighthouse thing is funny. ghost romance? my three tropes rattle End quote. Anyway, shout-out to my friend hailstorm for being the one there to brainstorm "lighthouse keeper" with at the self-same bar trivia that I mentioned previously, lmao. I actually think that was even the same exact day as the The Martian quote was a relevant answer to a question. So yeah, even though I already kind of have franmaya planned for the spies day, that's both kind of sort of a darker AU overall and--WELP well, okay, so, i do, you know, recognize maybe a ghost romance isn't, uh, necessarily the fluffiest kind of AU lmao. Don't mind that. My point is, I love the vibes of a lighthouse keeper AU, and I generally like ghost romance as a trope, so that does feel like a viable option. Honestly, I kind of separately wanted an excuse to practice writing miego also, so maybe the Feys are just all chillin' in this lighthouse for...Some Reason, and that's side-plot relevant somehow, idk. I know Franziska and Godot exist in the same place for a minute in 3-5, but I honestly can't really remember them interacting? I think she'd fucking HATE him though lmfao. He'd think she's funny but I actually think she'd be too reactive for his most preferred teasing/fucking-with-people dynamics, haha. Regardless, if he is there at all, it's a very minor B plot, I think, 'cause this ain't about him, lol.

29 - Forced into Hiding

Achtung, baby, 2566 words of this are written! Lol. So uh, yeah. In short, AU where Klavier gets hounded by fans on the street while he's also having just a bad personal day, and the closest and best place he can think to hide from them is at the WAA. I, um, actually hadn't realized I'd written quite this much of this, haha, it was supposed to be short and fairly silly but then it turned into Klavier having a little bit of a panic attack maybe and getting consoled by Apollo, sure, of course, but then also having to deal with and experience some amount of closure / reach some kind of understanding with the Wrights, also. It's kind of part Klav character study, kind of part complaint against freaking Capcom for neglecting him (boo, I love him, stop ignoring him, or, yknow, worse, whatever the heck turnabout academy was supposed to do for him, which honestly almost felt like a step back to be quite honest). Okay, also, taking a slightly closer look at what I've already written, the REASON I'd thought I'd written way less than this is definitely because he hasn't even GOTTEN to the Agency yet, never mind spoken with any of its members, lmao. That would do it. In any case, I like the idea of Klavier having a bit of a vulnerable moment, and I also like the idea of him and Phoenix actually, like, talking for real, instead of, once again, whatever Turnabout Academy and DD was meant to tell me, which seems to be less than nothing. I kind of like the fact that it gave him a law mentor? I mean, she was very dead, but I have a very meaningful Use for her in later-to-be-announced-AUs-I-keep-teasing, haha. I of course considered other people and times when people in AA might be forced into hiding, but this felt like a silly but also meaningful way to do that without it just being an exploration of Miles and his not-suicide note (which wasn't exactly "forced" anyhow, he did that all on his own) or like, Zak Gramarye (who also completely did that to himself but w/e). Making it about Klavier completely escapes the bounds of canon, because canon is a weenie about talking about any of his actual feelings EVER, so screw you Capcom, I'm doing it for you. Don't worry about it. Trucy commiserating with him about still Loving someone, perhaps the very closest person biologically related to you you've ever known and depended on in your life, who not only did you very big harm personally but explicitly used you in a very real and participatory way to perpetuate the harm elsewhere and all the complexities about Feelings For And About Them Therein, and Phoenix somehow having enough self-awareness to recognize that shutting down completely and isolating yourself away doesn't actually do you any good even when you're at your lowest, and recognizing that Klavier doesn't exactly have a "Trucy" to be a focal point to draw him out of that, and that therefore he needs to be a bit more open to his peers. (Insert joke about "Well, I'm really definitely not suggesting you go adopt an entire child, that's really probably, uh, not the way to go, actually, but, you know. Everyone needs people, that just makes us human." Etc.)

30 - The Beginning of the World

So, hm, as it turns out, I got extremely sidetracked this day thinking about the next day on the docket. Whoops! Unfortunately this ultimately means my ideas for this day as of now are relatively uninspired: I had the thought that I could explore the beginning of Troupe Gramarye, which is its own sort of world, or else, maybe something about the beginning of the series itself but from the somewhat unconventional POV of a one Mr. Larry Butz. Yes, that's a bit self-serving in that it lends toward trying to complete a list of "main, recurring characters' POVs" that I've had as a sidequest all month, but, still. That said, just exploring actual canon through Larry's POV isn't exactly what I'd classify as an "AU" necessarily, so I feel like something would need to be different here. Okay, wait--not to draw inspiration a dang week late to the party, BUT. Now that I'm typing this up, I'm thinking, okay, maybe, what if. The "Beginning" of the series, technically speaking, is basically the fact that Phoenix gets put on (class) trial for stealing Miles' lunch money--which notably only happened because Larry himself picked it up when it fell on the floor. So, perhaps, what about an AU where he doesn't do that? I mean, I guess it would just turn the entire world of AA into something of a terrible series of tragedies with no real closure about them, lol, rip, but it could possibly be interesting? I dunno! (And, yes, I know DL-6 itself is more or less the basis of the series, if we're being ticky-tacky, but Phoenix wouldn't have been involved without meeting Miles, and that somewhat necessitates the class trial, and without him none of canon would get resolved, so. I will say, I do love going back to the earliest points to see how and how much you can make canon deviate or stay the same--reasonably speaking--via minor tweaks and butterfly effect and all that, so this could be interesting, although I once again must say I think it really just means a bunch of innocent people, Miles included, are going to be put away and possibly executed over murders that weren't their faults, lol. Hm. Much to consider.)

31 - Two(+) of the Above:

Beginning of the World + Younger/De-Aged + Canon Divergence (+ Feat. Jokers: Guardian, Everybody Lives)

With all of this, the ONLY prompts I've actually missed on this list become Animagus which I swapped for the Wings joker, and the last joker of the four, Thriller, which was never exactly a priority of mine because I'm not sure I'd write that sort of thing particularly well, so! Wild! Completionists everywhere almost rejoice, haha. SOOOOO. For the eagle-eyed readers out there, I'll bet you're just dying to know what this one AU I've been teasing all post could Possibly be to warrant such a build-up, right? (...Right?) The answer is the at-ow! (Phonetically, lol. I've been calling it that instead of out loud saying all the letters in AATTAU out loud every time.) My friend Ben can attest to the fact that this behemoth AU (her word which I'm stealing) has been in the works for, uhhhh... months?

MONTHS. AHAHA. Ha. That. Sure says March! It sure does! And it is not lying. Lmfao. (Ignore the time, I was working overnight then--my beloved work schedule whomst I miss dearly--so that's a perfectly reasonable discord-ing hour for March-me.) Also, once again, I'm choosing to blame Ben for my extensive AU problems, she sent me a very cute time loop AA fic that utterly destroyed my entire mind because it got the mere idea of "Time-based AU" caught in my endless void-idea-hole. So. Here's the real rub. The literal reason I started doing this AU-gust challenge in the freaking first place was that I was absolutely Desperate to find a way to overcome my writer's block. And one of the (admittedly many) reasons I wanted to do this was because I have been ITCHING to write this stupid behemoth AU for real. I have a massive outline doc already, I have a whole slew of scenes planned, I have lots of character archage, I have sooo many things I want to say and explore about them all you have No Idea. It's extremely self-indulgent and absolutely my personal magnum opus for all my very specific favorite AA headcanons and ideas and thoughts. And obviously, it worked! I did indeed overcome my writer's block! And I had so much fun doing it!! And I'll admit, from the very beginning, I had been eyeing that "Everybody Lives" joker prompt, because...that's it! That's basically the point of the AATTAU (Ace Attorney Time Travel Alternate Universe, if that wasn't clear, haha). I don't want to let myself get TOO into it, because Oh Boy, I sure will! If you let me! Haha. But basically the premise is EXACTLY what I stated in that very first discord message I could find about it. Maybe not so much "time travel" technically speaking than it is "gaining memories of everything that happened in canon right as the DL-6 earthquake happens", so it's more regression than actual time travel since they're in their own younger bodies and everything, but still. It's basically my excuse to treat canon like it did happen and YET allow for everybody to survive and for the very fun cocktail of traumas and joys that come from remembering what happened but having the chance for something different (and all the effort that goes into making something different happen in the first place).

Now, as far as AU-gust goes. I was obviously not about to even pretend I could remotely start this during August itself or justify connecting any of it to the series and the prompts I'd already written for it, lol, but I also couldn't get the idea out of my head, so I got it in my head I really wanted to end the month with SOMETHING that somehow tied into my AATTAU, if only to motivate myself to actually get on it and start writing out instead of solely outlining everything that's been in the works all these months. So to that end, I saw the "Everybody Lives" and the "Beginning of the World" prompts, and an idea came to me. I'd been dancing around the justification aspect of this AU for most of the time I've had it because let's be honest, it's just a very self-indulgent idea and it does not NEED "justification" to serve the purpose I want it to serve and be what I want it to be. But the AU-gust prompts gave me some actual inspiration and an Idea as to a way to solidify my unnecessary "justification" but in a way that it doesn't need to be directly part of the final product of the AATTAU (like, I could make it a separate one-shot and either just link it to and from the AATTAU fic itself, or if it all ends up being a series, then I could just include it in the series but it wouldn't be necessary to read to understand what's going on. And so, I present! The Ami Fey one-shot special I came up with just to fit these prompts :3 ...And by "i present" i mean, uh, I wrote 4k words of it on the 31st and didn't even come close to what I wanted to cover, because I suck at being concise. Lmfao. (Shocker.) Basically, I used Ami Fey as a semi-self-insert kind of godlike figure to reason out a semi-plausible way to make the concept I want to explore happen, happen. And I had a lot of fun, but I do still have a bunch to finish, but either way, I'm very pleased to have a (somewhat silly but ultimately fun for me) reasoning as to the gears ticking behind the scenes of my idea! To be somewhat less vague, the whole AU is predicated on the idea that, Phoenix and/or Miles (who remember from the beginning / from December 28th, 2001) meeting the other characters at-or-after the time they originally met in canon are able to recall their memories of the "original" (i.e. canon) timeline. I've used some magatama shenanigans to have some fun with this, and I'm now using Ami Fey and magatama shenanigans to explain how and why this is A Thing, even if it isn't necessarily the objectively most logically sound argument I've ever made. It's still a good one, in my book, and more importantly I like it, so that's all that really matters.

To briefly explain the "two" (by which I mean 5?) of the "above" I'm using here:

Beginning of the World: This fic specifically would show the beginning of the "world" of this AU specifically! Woohoo! Go Ami Fey, creating a whole new set of problems for our beloved little Guys to go through, hahaha. I think I may have based her character a little too much on Maya mischievousness, but, oh well. Let's just say that's where she gets it from.

Younger/De-Aged: As I've already kind of expressed, the premise of this AU is mostly just them being their own younger selves except they also have the memories of all of canon (and maybe a year or two after the fact, I need to confirm a couple dates).

Canon Divergence: I feel like this is decently self-explanatory, but then again maybe it's a bit cheesy to include this here, since it basically diverges from nearly the first major event of canon (DL-6), but that's not the only time things go almost-canonically but diverge a bit in some way, so I think it really does fit here.

Guardian: This one is a bit multi-fold. It somewhat refers to the way I'm making Gregory Edgeworth the de facto guardian (as in, legal guardian) of mostly everyone I possibly can because I love him and he would be great at it. But also, guardian in that, Mr. Savior Complex Phoenix Wright himself has literally all of the information at his disposal to try to "save" the potential Happy Lives of literally every person he loves, and, well. He does a pretty good job about it; not without cost, haha, but I feel like I can definitely call him a "guardian" of others in this AU. And, as for specifically the one-shot Ami fic, she is essentially the guardian of the entire Fey lineage, in this AU at least, so that also totally fits and is most immediately relevant.

Everybody Lives: I think this one is pretty self-explanatory at this point, lol. But for the one-shot: Ami is essentially trying to secure an "everybody lives" scenario, even if it hasn't been achieved yet, so it's more an aspiration at that point, but ultimately it is indeed successful. Now, "living" does not mean, like, "totally healthy" (mentally or physically), so there's lots more to it, but in short, yes, they live.

And......that's basically a wrap on that!

I mean, it isn't actually at all, since I still have to finish 26/31 fics, lmfao, but as far as the idea generation stage goes, and the use of the AU-gust prompts, that's what's up in my world! Somewhere out there maybe there's an AU of my actual real life where i finished more of these on time, but i'm still pretty pumped by all the work that's already been made on making so many AA fics a reality for me. I've come a long way since starting that first AA fic in 2018...!!

I still have all the aforementioned 26 fics to finish obviously, and I also have AU continuations planned for at the very least, day 2's colorless prompt and day 3's dark academia prompt (let alone day 31's, lol, but that's its own monster entirely), but I'm optimistic!

Thankfully I actually finished using nano to word track for me before they, you know, doubled down on AI and called everyone "abelist" (???) for not supporting it, which, uh. Well. But for my own posterity and if anyone's curious, here's what my word counts looked like throughout the month of AU-gust--admittedly including some planning and outlining:

It ended up being 51,377 words total in August on these AU prompts alone!

I feel like I wanted to say something poignant and meaningful at the end here, but it's almost 9:30 and I work at 4am tomorrow, so I'm going to go ahead and wrap this post up here, haha. If you read all of this, thank you very much for joining me on my little journey!

Once again, here is the Ao3 series where I'll post anything more that gets done, so if you'd like to see how any of these AUs turn out, feel free to keep an eye on that!

And here is the previous post with the 1st half+ of the AUs if you missed it and are interested now!

My copy arrived literally as I was writing this up so I've spent the last several prompts of this post listening to the AAIC soundtrack in the music collection, and, oh man, it's seriously so surreal this exists??? I might be an old fogey who has and will for an indeterminate amount of time continue to have trouble letting go of the fan translation names I've lived with for the past decade or whatever, but it's seriously so awesome the entire series is finally available internationally!! Let's hope for my sake AA7 doesn't come out before I finish any of my AATTAU, because that would really throw a bit of a wrench in my decision-making process, lol.

Bye for now!

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lesbianloml · 2 years ago

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#2 in my GIF/picture series

All of my GIFs/pictures will either be from Pinterest or from Tumblr

Type of piece: imagine, one shot, drabble, series

Type(s) of writing: smut, angst, fluff, dark, other

Pairing(s): stepmom!hard!dom!wanda x sub!bratty!fem!reader

Warning(s): spanking with a paddle, sex dungeon, lacation kink

Summary: you were teasing your stepmother at the table with your dad. now your dad is gone and wanda is angry and ready to punish you

A/N: did anyone else notice that when I don't know how to end a fic, I end it with I love you? Idk why I do that. saw this on Pinterest and thought it was perfect. it's a little longer than it should've been though. 😅

(Picture from Pinterest)

Your hand crept up your stepmothers thigh and under her dress. She gave you a look and gestured across the table towards your father, who was reading a newspaper. You rolled your eyes and continued your descent. Her eyes gave you a sharp look. Strike 1. Your fingers made it to her panties and you pressed against her clothed clit. She was staring straight ahead, looking fairly neutral for someone who was having their clit touched. You knew that by her not looking at you, it meant strike 2. But you didn't care. You were just getting back at her by doing to her what she did to you a couple weeks ago.

She stayed quiet. You'd have to fix that. Your father set his newspaper down right as you slipped two fingers into her soaked folds. She reached for your thigh and squeezed it. You were moving your fingers as fast as you could without being noticed but she still wasn't making a sound. So, you decided, go big or go home right? So you slipped a third and fourth finger inside of her. That's when she started to react. You moved your fingers faster and pinched and rubbed her clit. Her left hand was squeezing your thigh as the right was clutching the table so hard her knuckles were white and you were afraid she was going to break the table. Right as she was going to come, you pulled your fingers out.

They were soaked with her juices and you licked them off. Right then, Wanda stood up. "Hun, I think we lost track of time! You're going to be late." They said their goodbyes and as Wanda shut and locked the door, she looked at you (picture shown above) and said in the angriest voice you had ever heard her use. "Strike 3. Basement. Now." You had never seen her this mad. "Wait, Mommy. I'm sorr-" "Don't you dare apologize. Basement. Now." You ran downstairs and ripped your clothes off. Then you walked over to the bed and kneeled in your submissive position just like Wanda taught you.

She let out a menacing laugh when she saw you on the bed. "So now you want to follow the rules huh, maylsh? Over to the spanking bench." She ordered and you jumped to follow her command. You took a step up and leaned over the top, your breasts pushing against the top. Wanda walked over to the wall of toys and pulled a paddle off of the hook. "Count." She smacked your ass, hard. Harder than she ever did. "One" smack. "Two." By ten, you had tears in your eyes. By twenty they were pouring down your cheeks. By thirty, you were ugly sobbing.

"Shhh, detka. You did so good for me. Good girl. You're Mommy's good girl, aren't you?" She said, whispering praises as she rubbed ointment on your ass and thighs where the paddle hit. After, you and Wanda layed down in the bed snuggling together. You were super tired but you couldn't fall asleep. "Mommy? Milk? Please?" You asked, voice hoarse from screaming and crying. "Of course, little one." She said, as you took her nipple into your mouth and starting to suck. You sucked both nipples dry and finally fell asleep to Wanda's voice. "My sweet, good, little girl. I love you so much." "M'love you too, Mommy."

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tarisilmarwen · 1 year ago

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RobStar Week 2023, Day 2 - Carnival/Amusement Park

(Shhh, I know I'm late.)

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Kory glanced aside at Dick knowingly as he switched the turn signal on, moving them towards the right lane of the highway.

He took his eyes off the road briefly, sending her a conspiratorial wink.

Grinning, Kory waited until they were about half a mile away from their exit, before calling back to the two children in the backseat, both slumped over and staring glumly out their windows, disappointed over the end of their trip.

"Mar'i? Jake? Can you look out the window to your right and tell me what you see?" she asked them, failing to hide the mischievous sparkle in her green eyes.

Mar'i was on the right side, and lifted her head from her chin curiously, sending a puzzled squint out the window as the sign for the exit came up.

They knew the moment she'd realized because an ear-splitting excited squeal at an unholy decible shook the car.

"IT'S WETZLEYWOOOOOORLD!" Mar'i shouted, fists clenched, bouncing in her seat.

"What's Wetzleyworld?" asked Jake, leaning over and straining to see.

"Oh my gosh, Jake, it's so fun! We came once when you and I were little, I think you were two, it's the most awesomest, funnest, coolest place ever!" She squealed again, the seatbelt straining to contain her as she floated a half-inch above her seat. "It's got bumper cars and rock climbing and rollercoasters and a Ferris wheel and-"

Dick and Kory smiled at each other from the front seats, pleased at having kept the impromptu visit a surprise for their little ones.

"Hope they still have the Whirl-a-Gig Tower," Dick commented, sliding the car neatly into the exit lane.

"Oh yes, that one was one of my favorites as well," Kory agreed, nodding. Her eyes pinched suddenly, skin wrinkling between her brows. "Did you hear they tore down the Sonic Splashdown?"

He glanced askance at her. "No!" he said, dismayed and in disbelief. "Aww man, we loved that one. It was the perfect cooldown ride for summer."

"I hear they have revamped it with a newer style. It will still be a water ride just... not as big," she hastened to inform him, not quite able to hide her own disappointment.

Dick gave a grumbling sigh. "Guess it can't be helped." He checked over with her, pulling them up to a stoplight. "You've got all our passes?"

She nodded, slipping her hand into the canvas bag in her lap and producing them, four slightly folded sheets of paper. "Indeed. We need to present these at the front gates, which will gain us admittance, and then we must report to the Customer Service booth to gain the laminated badges."

He reached over and squeezed her hand, warmly affectionate. "Thanks for handling that, Star," he told her gratefully. "I know it was a lot to handle on short notice."

Kory flipped a bit of her hair back proudly. "It was nothing," she declared. "I rather enjoyed talking to the service representative; she was very nice and helpful and is expecting a third child in May."

Dick chuckled. Leave it to his Starfire to make friends with a total stranger.

The light flipped to green and he released the brake, taking the turn into the drive that led to the main entrance.

***

The crowds were impressive, several groups of students, families, and youth groups in matching shirts scattered here and there, and dozens of individual families milling around as well. The noise of their talking was matched only by the noise of the amenities, roaring coasters rattling on their tracks, vendors hawking for players at the prize booths, popcorn and cotton candy machines going full steam. The park's kindly mascot, Wetzley the Walrus, twinkled round black eyes out from plushies, billboards, and signage.

Mar'i was already begging for a giant pink flamingo prize hanging above the baseball toss. Dick paid the extra fee and let Kory have the honors, watching her wind up and let a rip with just a touch of her alien strength.

Just a touch was all it took, toppling the whole stack of weighted bottles with a magnificent clatter. Kory beamed as the attendant handed her the flamingo, and Dick felt a rush of nostalgia and adoration; His wife had wanted the same stuffed prize years and years ago when they'd first come here, on what was technically their first date. Technically because they had still been in that weird awkward stage of, "We're just friends, we don't totally like each other at all, but I still really care about impressing you."

The asshole who had prevented him from even taking a turn at the game was no longer working that particular booth, he was satisfied to see.

Mar'i was making grabby hands with her fingers. "Can I hold it? Can I? Can I?"

Kory frowned. "I do not believe that is a good idea, Mar'i. It it much larger than you are, and we do not want to attract attention."

"Awwww!" Mar'i groaned in disappointment, dropping her hands.

"Besides," Dick said, coming up closer, "we're going to have them reserve it at the front for us. That way it won't get wet or dirty before we take it home."

Mar'i mumbled but accepted that logic. Jake, meanwhile, had spotted the carousel.

"MOMMY!" he squealed, pointed excitedly. "DADDY! THEY HAVE A SEAHORSE!"

"Yeah?" Dick responded, leaning down with hands on his knees, matching his son's excitement.

"Yes, see!"

"Well we'd better go ride it then," he urged, taking the flamingo as Kory passed it to him, handing it in turn to the park runner who had just been summoned to fetch the large prize to the front for safekeeping.

Jake was off like a rocket, his sister three steps behind him.

"Do not get too far ahead!" Kory called in worried warning, trying to keep up.

***

When all the coasters had been ridden at least once—and some of them twice—multiple snacks consumed, both children's faces painted with bright designs—Mar'i had gotten a swirling gold and silver configuration called Azure Princess and Jake had gotten the tusks and beady eyes of the ever-ubiquitous Wetzley—and everyone's calves and feet were thoroughly exhausted Dick finally called an end to the day.

Mar'i trudged along sleepily at his side, while Kory held a dozing Jake, his little arms draped around her shoulders.

"I am glad we could share this with them again," Kory said, as they made their way through the exit gate, picking up their flamingo on the way. She smiled in a way that made his heart flip inside him. "This is still my favorite place to come with you," she said, voice soft.

His cheeks heated and like that he was mentally fifteen again, gaping in awe at how pretty she was, how vibrant and full of life and endless enthusiasm.

"Yeah," was all he could say to agree.

Their hands found each other's as they walked across the parking lot, son and daughter and flamingo in tow, the orange light of sunset splashing across the sky.

#robstar #robin #starfire #robstarweek #dick grayson #kory #koriand’r #dick x kory #mar'i grayson #jake grayson #DC comics #prompt fics #fanfiction #Teen Titans

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toomuchracket · 2 years ago

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matty had to go out for the day for some reason right after baba was born (maybe 10 days to 2 weeks after and he hated it and tried everything in his power to not have to go). when he came home maybe she’s napping while baba is napping, which he is very thankful for because you’ve had all the late night feedings and he was getting worried about you not sleeping and cursing his parts that were useless. Then he probably maybe spends the rest of the time watching his babes sleep until baba starts to stir but he thinks you should sleep some more, so he takes baba and entertains until you wake up actually feeling refreshed and when she goes to find him she probably finds him being the dilfiest of dilfs

yeah omg so your first baba is literally 2 weeks old and matty gets a call from george talking about some drama going on with production and BEGGING him to come into the studio for a little bit to help sort it. and matty's like :(( about even the thought of leaving you and the baba for a little bit of time, especially because you've been up for so many night feeds and missing out on sleep (i absolutely believe that matty would get up with you for most of them, though - there are times when you send him back to bed because it makes no sense for you both to be lacking in sleep) and his plan for the day was to let you nap as much as possible and he'd look after baba. but you both know george wouldn't ask matty to go in unless he really had to, so off matty pops.

and the work at the studio is fine, it's nothing too strenuous but it definitely needed a bit of trial and error/problem solving to get right, but matty is bordering on grumpy the whole time because he would absolutely rather be at home with his girls. everyone knows this, and they're very appreciative of him coming in - they all ask about the baba and matty brightens up and gushes about her to anyone who'll listen. he gets home earlier than expected, mid-afternoon, and he comes in to find the baba fast asleep in her crib in your bedroom with you struggling to keep your eyes open on your bed beside her. and matty's over at you immediately like "hi, sweetheart, i'm home" and you give him the cutest sleepy smile and hug him and ask how his day was, and matty's like "hated it. i mean it was fine. but i would rather have been here. how have you and baba been?" and you tell him she's been good as gold, all her feeds were fine (she's just had one right before he came in), and you've both been very sleepy today. and matty says "darlin', i think you should have a little sleep, catch up on what you missed during the night feeds", and you kinda protest like "but i want to spend time with you i missed you :((" and matty's like "i'll be here when you wake up, baby, i'm just worried that you're not sleeping enough. go to sleep for me, yeah?" and you're like ok and give him a kiss and then fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow lol. and matty just looks at his girls for god knows how long, thinking about how much he loves you both and how much baba looks like you (like looking at you asleep you literally have the same face lol) and what she might be like when she grows up, and it's all just so peaceful. then baba starts to stir, moving her tiny little arms and beginning to mewl, so matty goes over and scoops her up before she can wake you with her noises like "shhh, princess, we don't want to wake mummy up, not when she's just fell asleep! but you and i can hang out for a bit, that sound alright? yeah, let's go for a little walk". and he carries her downstairs and just chats to her softly as she wakes up against his chest, tiny hand resting against his tattoo 😭 and matty literally just does not stop talking to her for ages, baba just looking at him intently with her sparkly eyes like yours. even when he's changing her nappy, he's talking like "you are so tiny and yet you can be so stinky... that's probably from me actually i think your uncle george has described me using those adjectives before. but you're so cute, my beautiful little baba". and then once she's all cleaned up and comfy, i think baba gets a bit wriggly, so matty lies her down on her playmat on the floor in the living room and leans on one elbow hovering over her, and she's just wiggling about like she's dancing and he sings (idk what song) to accompany her and she has so much fun!! and i think that's when you come in and find them - you woke up feeling GREAT, very well-rested, and you could hear matty singing. so you kinda hang around in the doorway watching them - matty's singing and giggling and saying "oh, i think you're going to be musical too, aren't you? like daddy? that's so cool i'm going to teach you how to play instruments when you get a bit bigger. or maybe you'll be a dancer, wriggling around like that. we'll put you in classes if you want! whatever you like, yeah?", and he's just so enthusiastic and looking down at your daughter so lovingly, and also that one curl is just hanging perfectly over his face and his muscles are all tensed from holding himself up with one arm and you're like... my husband is such an excellent father and also a TOTAL DILF i am winning at life lol <3

#mads answers asks #mads muses #matty asks #fluff asks #dad!matty

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themultifandomgal · 2 years ago

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Finn Shelby- Blackmail

I was inspired by an imagine called 'Obsessed' from @whoree4fictionalmen book 'red right hand' over on Wattpad so please go and give her some love for inspiring this imagine.

Trigger Warning: Abuse, Sexual Assault, Arguing, Black Mail ⚠️

The Shelby brothers, the men all of Small Heath are afraid of. Well almost all. YN and her family are just some of the exceptions. YN's mother and the Shelby's mother were best friends, they even fell pregnant at the same time having Finn and YN only a month apart. This meant that YN's mum helped Polly look after the Shelby's when their mother passed away and when their father left them. As time went on and YN got older she became interested in boys, much to the Shelby's dismay. You see they became family to her and now YN saw them as her brothers, as if her last name was Shelby.

At the age of 17 YN started dating an older guy named James. She thought the world of him and because he was 7 years older she believed that he was more mature. Unfortunately that relationship broke down due to abuse, Tommy had threatened the guy and he skipped town. 2 years on YN and Finn have been dating now for 8 months.

YN walks through the dark gloomy streets of Small Heath, on her way to the Garrison where Finn and his brothers are meeting. Wrapping her coat tighter around her body she looks behind her seeing a figure following her. While normally she wouldn't be afraid, because of who she was associated with, this figure had an aura about him that scared her. Quickening her pace she turns a corner, now being able to see the pub her body relaxes a little. That is until she is pushed between two buildings, a hand over her mouth. That's when she realises who is standing in front of her. James.

"What are you doing back here?" YN asks with a shaky voice

"Missed you" his smirk making her feel sick

"I..."

"Shhh it's ok. I had to go away and get us a place far away from here. I'll give you till the of the week to say goodbye to your parents then we're moving to London. A man named Alfie will help us" Alfie? Alfie Solomons? no way he would help him YN thought and she was right. Alfie had already spoken to Tommy about a man asking for help and the Shelby name had been mentioned. This is why they were meeting at the Garrison "now your going to take me to your home so we can catch up" YN shakes her head

"My parents are home"

"Then we will catch up here" YN tries to push the man off her, but he pushes her further into the wall trapping her body between it and him. Taking her hands he places them above her head "if you scream, tell anyone, let anyone know what happened here, I'll kill you and you parents. Understand?" YN nods her head giving up and let's James have his way with her.

She walks into the Garrison trying to not let on to what just happened

"Here she is, see told ya she was on her way" Arthur slaps the shoulder of his youngest brother. Finn smiles walking over to YN placing a kiss on her cheek

"Hi, sorry I'm late. I err didn't realise the time when I left"

"Don't worry about it. Do you want a drink?" Finn asks

"No thank you" YN weakly smiles at her boyfriend. He knows somethings up but doesn't press her. Finn knows that YN will talk when she's ready. If anyone knew what YN was going through right now, they would tell her to speak to Finn and his brothers, but what if James had found out she did before they could help make sure her parents were safe. No. YN had to deal with this herself. She would make up an excuse to why she couldn't go with James.

The end of the week arrives and YN has no choice but to tell someone about what's been happening. James has been sexually assaulting her everyday now, and has also now got a few hits in. She has been covering up a bruised for the last 2 days and now she has out of options. Taking a deep breath YN knocks on Tommy's office door. His gruff voice tells her to enter

"Hey Tommy" confusion laced his face hearing YNs voice. Looking up he sees how nervous the girl actually is

"What's wrong?" he asks gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. YN sits down as Tommy folds his arms together

"My ex is back in town"

"Shit" Tommy breathes out "Alfie said he would be. Has he spoken to you?" YN nods looking ashamed. She lowers her head picking at her nails, a nervous habit "YN has he touched you" a sniffle is all that can be heard "when"

"Tuesday"

"Fuck sake YN why didn't you say something?" Tommy stands up, anger clear in his voice

"He said he would kill my parents Tom"

"And you know we would have protected them!" he yells at the girl he sees as a sister

"I'm meant to be leaving with him tonight Tommy"

"What?" he yells "does Finn know?" YN shakes her head "right im calling a family meeting and you are telling him. Understood?"

The Shelby family arrive at Tommys office within an hour

"What's this about Tom?" Arthur grunts sitting down

"YN care to tell them?"

"What's going on?" Finn asks looking worried

"James is back" she whispers a chorus of 'shit' 'what?' 'fuck' are heard

"And YN thought she could handle this on her own" Tommy crosses his arms once again

"Fucking hell YN" Arthur rubs his hands over his face

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"What was I meant to say Finn? hey James is back he rapped me and threatened to kill my family and me. He would Finn while you go to save my parents he would kill me or the other way around. What was I meant to do?"

"You were meant to fucking tell us!" he yells making YN jump

"Finn calm down" John tries

"I'm endangering my parents right now being here. Fuck he probably knows. I can't loose my parents" the tears YN has been tried to keep back finally fall

"Right this is what's going to happen. Finn you stay here with YN. Micheal you and John go and make sure YNs mum and dad are alright. Arthur your with me"

"What are you going to do?" YN asks wiping her tears on her sleeve

"We're going to finish this. Stay here" the brothers and cousin all leave, leaving YN and Finn alone

"I'm sorry I shouted at you. I just wish you would have told me when this started"

"I know, but Finn I was scared. And scared what you would think and that you'd leave"

"You think I'd leave you because of some fucker?"

"I thought you'd leave because I didn't fight him. I knew it would be no good and that if I did fight him he'd make everything worse for me"

"Come here" Finn pulls YN into his arms where she suddenly feels relaxed and safe "nothings going to happen now. Your safe" YN doesn't think she could hold Finn any tighter but she surprises herself.

That night the Shelby brothers dealt with James while Finn holds YN close to him. It takes time for YN to be comfortable with certain things like sex, but with Finns love, time and patience YN soon learned how to be herself once again.

#peaky blinders #finn shelby #finn shelby x y/n #john shelby #tommy shelby #arthur shelby #peaky fucking blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine

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kaespost · 2 years ago

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meeting at a chase atlantic concert

diluc x reader smut

(slow down by chase atlantic)

more utc

you guys both met at a chase atlantic concert. cool! he was beside you and you both shared small talks which soon led to a late night date together. "so, you live around here?" you asked, leaning into him. he offered to let you stay at the hotel as it was already 2 AM . "no actually, I came here to manage all the drinks that are being given out at the concert. I'm only here for a week then i'm headed right back."

"Then I might as well make this a trip to remember." grabbing diluc by the collar and kissing him. "I didn't catch your name dear, mind telling me?" he says, while his hands roam around your body, slowly undressing you. "y/n, but you can call me a whore" "diluc, nice to meet you, whore."

he lays you on top of his bed "crawl a little further on the bed, babe" you're naked, all your nasty thoughts cloud your head, making your body radiate heat everywhere. "shhh now, let me handle you babe." you grab him by the shoulders, sitting him down on the edge of the bed, releasing his cock. "mmm, so glad i get to suck the fuck out of you first" wrapping your tongue around his cock. he lets out a sigh and grabs your hair all while you suck his innocence away.

"fuck, you love sucking cock, hm? don't slow down now, you started this." he forces your mouth down his cock and starts forcibly bobbing your head up and down, the noise you make making him proud. "fuckkk, i'm coming" you lets out a small moan, you swallow his juice and have some leaking from the side of your mouth. "keep it all in there like the slut you are." he wipes your mouth with his fingers and inserts it inside you.

lets say you guys enjoyed getting to know each other intimately 😜

my only post for 2022 whahaha

#diluc smut #genshin diluc smut #ragnvindr diluc #diluc headcanons #diluc x reader #genshin impact #diluc genshin impact #diluc fluff #diluc x you #diluc ragnivindr x reader #chase atlantic #chase atlantic concert #slow down

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monstaxdirtywonk · 1 year ago

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Heaven is a place in hell with you pt. 9

Member: San as Hades X Persephone reader

Genre: Fluff, suggestive and some angst in this chapter (not with reader though)

Plot: Loosely based on the OG myth but I still made some changes.

Hades woke earlier than you did since his godly nature didn't need much sleep in the first place. What he did need was cuddles, which was the reason why he'd laze around with you in bed, refusing to 'wake up'. You were still asleep, on his chest, your hand in a grip, which you'd tighten from time to time as a reflex. Your hair were messy, falling over your eyes, and making his naked skin slightly itch a bit. But he couldn't wake you up yet, he'd rather stay in this peaceful state for some more. How tiny and cute you looked in his arms, trusting him even in an unconscious state.

"Stop staring you're being a creep". You opened one eye to judge him first thing in the morning.

"Sorry, can't control it" He laughed and tighten his arms around you.

"I don't want to escape your grasp but I'm feeling a bit cold. Can you let me go for a minute so that I can wear my night dress?"

"I mean...I can warm you up in a different way" He smirked in an all knowing cocky way that made you pissed off and turned on at the same time.

"I...well...about that..."

"What is it? You didn't like it?" He asked worried.

"No, quite the opossite actually" you smiled timidly.

"It's just, I feel a bit sore, down there"

Here is that smirk again, but this time it only pissed you off.

"OH...well that's to be expected with me".

"You're way too proud for the pain you bought me"

"I'm not...but it's hot. Don't worry about it thought. I can assure you that you'll grow used to it."

You leaned down to kiss him and then took the opportunity to stand up and get your night dress.

But when you turned around San's eyes only undressed you further.

"You're staring....again"

"More like admiring but okay"

You laughed at that and came back into his arms.

"It was great last night by the way. I was nervous at first but you made me feel comfortable and I was able to enjoy it".

"I did notice that you were a bit nervous at first but it's only natural because it was a totally new experience. Being so intimate with someone can feel overwhelming at first but once you grow used to it, it's such a special thing to share with someone".

You nodded.

"I'm very happy I got to experience it with you".

Hades looked at you lovingly and went for a quick but passionate kiss.

"I'm just as happy to be your first, my love".

You hide your face in the crook of his neck before speaking.

"Isn't it like super late? We are lazing around all day long".

"Probably yes. But I can get the luxury of skipping my duties for a day once in a while. Thanatos can cover me for once".

"You're the one covering him the most it seems like".

"That's true. So now it's my turn".

All of a sudden, you hear steps hurrying near the door and a loud and familiar voice speaks up.

"You're getting down and dirty for an awfully long time. If Hades was a human I'd be worried for his heart endurance by now".

"Speaking of the devil" you said underneath your breath which made Hades laugh.

"Shhh if we won't say anything maybe he'll grow bored and leave".

"I think if we won't say anything he's gonna open the door and check on us and I don't want him to see me dressed like that".

"You know him better than I do and that's scary"

"What can I say? I'm good with humans".

"You're even better with Gods" He smirked.

"You're so flirty. You seemed totally serious when I first met you".

"I only keep that side for you".

You pouted at that and he kissed the pout away.

"We are leaving. Stay right there, don't come in".

Thanatos scoffed and you heard steps that became more distant which suggested that he left.

~~~~~

A couple of weeks have passed by since you arrived in the underworld. If you counted accurately, about 2 months to be exact, but it was hard to be certain with how frozen in time this place seemed like.

Life with Hades was everything you'd ever wish for, domestic, sweet and tender but passionate and intimate at the same time. But you did miss your old home and felt guilty over leaving Artemis like that, on your own will, on top of that. You wanted to catch up with her, make up if she'd be willing for that too.

But you knew that what you did is unforgivable in her eyes and there was no way she'd ever talk to you again, let alone accept your relationship with Hades.

You were laying down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in your thoughts when Hades entered the bedroom to find you like that.

He moved closer and laid down himself, before clearing his voice.

"I've noticed that you are a bit distant lately and your attention seems to be elsewhere. Is that right?"

You turned around to see his sparkling eyes that were expecting an answer.

"Yes. I've been thinking about Artemis. I wish I could meet her again because I miss her but I don't think she even wants to see me again".

Hades sighed heavily because he knew you weren't wrong. But at the same time, he didn't want you to feel helpless like that either.

"I just feel like I betrayed her and that kills me. I'm being an ungrateful child".

"Sweetheart, that's not true. You can't betray yourself in the process of keeping others satisfied. Your own wants should be your priority and just because someone showed you kindness and care, they shouldn't dictate the rest of your life either."

You were already tearing up, which broke his heart.

"Come here" He said and opened his arms for you to hug him.

"I will talk to her. If you're okay with that. It was a business between you two but now I'm involved as well in this and I think I'd be seen as more of an equal as a fellow God".

"You'll do this for me?" You asked all doe eyed.

"I'd do anything for you'".

"Thank you, my love".

~~~

The sun was particularly warm today, amidst summer, it was to be expected.

Hades already knew the places he'd probably find Artemis, which he haven't seen in years, but she wasn't one appreciative of change. Just like him. She kept her routine for years and years and she wasn't gonna change it now. The place she'd usually stay was a part of the forest that was relatively secluded, away from the eyes of humans and gods that wanted to be all noisy and in her business. She'd rest there for a bit and then go hunting. Even if she wasn't there at that moment, she'd make a stop for a break, especially given how warm this day was, so they'd have a chat.

After 20 minutes or so, Hades knew he was approaching the destination but wanted to make sure that Artemis would be on her own. If nymphs were with her, they'd be asking questions about who that man was and what she wanted to tell her and he had none of that. He hide behind a tree and slowly looked, sighing when he saw Artemis, on her own, drinking some water, to rehydrate herself.

He quickly left his spot and approached the beautiful goddess which didn't seem pleased to see him. She didn't say anything but it was clear from her expression that she didn't want to see him in the slightest.

"Well, long time no see".

"Yes. It's been a while" he answered.

"What do you want?"

"A bit blunt, aren't you?"

"That's how I've always been. Although I have to admit, I might be even colder when it comes to you".

"I know why you're mad at me. You can be all passive aggressive I don't mind, but just consider seeing her at least".

"Why would I do such a thing? If anything she is the one I blame the most. She was my loyal companion and had a sacred duty. I blame you for seducing her like that, but you're no more than a siren that captured her attention, when she very well could deny your advances".

Hades didn't really like the way he was painted by Artemis. But his main focus right now wasn't to save his reputation. He couldn't care any less about that.

"You can't avoid seeing her forever. Also, she isn't supposed to accept the fate you placed upon her, just because you found her when she was little. She had no choice, this wasn't the life that she wanted."

Artemis shook her head, annoyed already by the back and forth.

"Of course you'd say all that and support her decision. You gain something out of it after all. You already slept with her, right?"

Hades felt his fists clenching, if it wasn't for you, he'd be long gone after such an insulting implication.

"What does that have to do with you seeing her?"

"It's not exactly connected but it does confirm my worst fears. All men are the same after all when it comes to controlling their lust, right?"

Hades knew how Artemis was regarding sex. In such a patriarchal world, she kept herself independent by distancing herself from men. Meeting the wrong men -and many God's were of that kind- made her hostile and suspicious of them. But at the same time, she didn't have to generalize like that and accuse him of being a selfless lover blinded by lust. She knew that he wasn't like that, no such rumors existed about him. But she was in denial, how could you want a different life than the one she set you up for?

"Maybe. Although I bet Orion was different".

Artemis' head snapped fast and she looked at him surprised. Hades knew he was playing a dangerous game but sometimes you gotta do an eye for an eye.

"Don't mention him". She replied sternly but he had none of that.

"A man having such an effect on you? Maybe not all of us are that bad after all. Even if you try to deny it, I know how much you loved him. Even if it's been so long you'd be unable to forget the intense feelings you held for that special someone. Your love wasn't meant to blossom and I feel sympathy for you. But wouldn't it be nice for your dearest child to experience all that you've missed? You might not know me well but at least you know I'm not like most gods."

Artemis used to be close with one man, a human to be specific. Orion was an exceptional huntsman, and they started hunting together, sharing the same passion. She fell for him, but didn't tell anyone, because how could such a chaste goddess fall for someone? Her brother Apollo caught up on that and he took a drastic measure by sending Scorpio, to kill him. She grieved for her lost love and made him a constellation in the night sky to immortalize his memory. But it's been so long, she almost forgot about that. Only for Hades to remind her so vividly.

It was true that Hades had much more dignity than most gods did. Many of them like to abuse their power and take advantage of women. Especially human ones which are seen as inferior. The double standards were evident even among gods, a goddess having many lovers would be considered a lustful siren, but gods weren't subjected to such names. Hades wasn't known for a womanizer behavior, he kept mostly to himself, similar to Artemis.

But she was still skeptical and that was written all over her face.

"Do you think if I could control it, I'd get with a fellow goddess' follower? Why would I do such a thing and bring unnecessary tension between us? Especially since we didn't have any pre existing conflict to begin with."

"Then why, out of all the women in this world, you had to come for my favorite child?" She looked at him, hurt and no longer pretending to be the stoic woman she's known for.

"First of all it was her choice....I didn't take her away from you, she chose to stay with me. Also, I love her. I love her more than anything and if being with her would make all God's turn against me, then so be it."

Artemis was left speechless after that confession. She did have the tendency to be selfish, but which God wasn't selfish? Maybe she took it to a whole new level when it came to you though.

"I know how much you love her. She's told me so much about her childhood and how much she loves and appreciates you. I'm sure you share the same sentiment too. I'm not expecting you to accept her with open arms after our talk, I just ask you to consider seeing her again. Because she does miss you a lot."

Artemis' face became softer. She really liked the fact that you thought of her in such a fond way.

Hades decided that it was about time to leave and let Artemis take her decision on her own, but that wouldn't take long.

"Bring her to me tomorrow" she shouted, making him smile.

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Chapter 15 - Passings and Parents - Part 2

awwn, baby Ross is so cute!!!! The little hands!

Amanda's POV

Before I walked in, I held his hand and said a little worried:

— Ross, I've never done this before. What if they don't like me? Or can't hear me? I'm not even that presentable…

— Amanda, look at me… - He takes my hands. — What did a beautiful little girl say to me when I went to meet her mother? To be myself. You're my Amanda and you just need to be yourself. - I feel my eyes fill with tears. I'm very sensitive right now. — You're looking good, and my parents already like you. My mother cried when she heard your story, and my father's jaw dropped.

They helped me so much to know that I was in love and they celebrated a lot when we got together… It's going to be okay.

I smile and hug him around the waist.

— Are they here? - I ask.

— They've gone to buy us a snack. We're going to have some time alone.

We sit, cuddled up, on the sofa.

— I still can't believe he's gone… - I say with my voice breaking. Ross hugs me tighter.

— I know that it hurts, but think that it was his time to go and that he loved you and your family very much…

— I know. - The tears come. — I shouldn't be like this. I'm here with you, I'm going to meet your parents…

— It's normal, sweetheart. When I lost my grandfather, dad's father, I was down for more than a week. Cry all you need to.

— I'm so tired of crying lately… Out of nowhere I cry, I feel sad.

— As soon as this medication adjusts, you'll get better, Amandita. - He sighs and picks me up.

— AH!

— Sorry, haha. Let's go to the bedroom and get some rest. - I smile and wrap my arms around his neck.

— My mom's right, Ross, you're my guardian angel. - He smiles, kisses me on the forehead and puts me to bed. I take off my shoes while he closes the curtains and the door. He lies down and hugs me. I'm glad he's so sweet. I focus on his heart beating and fall asleep.

Ross' POV

— Ross? We're here.

— Bedroom. - I say it not too loud, so as not to wake her. — Shhh… - I say to my mother as soon as she enters the room. — She's finally asleep. - I smile at her.

— She's beautiful, my son. - My mother strokes Amanda's loose hair.

— Yes, she is. - I look at her fondly.

— Well, your father's preparing the snack. As soon as she gets up, you'll come.

I spend some more time lying with my girlfriend, until she gets up.

— Hi. - She says sleepily. I smile.

— Hi, sweetie… Feeling better?

— I'm sorry if I cried on you.

— No problem. My parents have already arrived and made us a snack. Do you want to eat?

— Yes. I'm nervous about meeting them…

— You don't have to be. I'll be by your side the whole time. - She puts on her shoes and faces me, hugging me.

— Thank you, blondie. For helping me, for being my best friend and my boyfriend. - She looks at me and kisses me. I kiss back and say:

— Hey, it's the duty of every best friend and boyfriend to make his girlfriend happy and smile. I'm doing my job. You're special and amazing and, as I said the day I asked you out, you're not going to be alone.

— You're the best. - And she takes my hand. Before we leave the room, she takes a deep breath.

— Mom, dad, Amanda's here, but she's embarrassed. I told her she doesn't have to…

— Hi, sweetheart, you don't have to be afraid. - My mother says. Amanda comes out of my room and smiles, waving at them.

— Hi, my name is -

— We've finally met her! - My father runs up to her and hugs her tightly. Amanda is startled, but laughs.

— Dad, you'll break her like that. Let her go!

— Tight hug, huh? Hi, Mr. Lynch…

— My name's Mark, but you can call me Dad…

— Mom, what's wrong with him? - I ask her to come, already desperate.

— He said that when he got here, he was going to give her a tight hug, so she'd feel better…

— If she feels anything, she's blue! She'll become an Avatar! - The two of them were still hugging and I heard him say:

— (…) You make Ross very happy, you know that? You can come here any time, we'll welcome you. You're family now. And I'm sorry about your uncle, I'm glad you didn't stay alone and came here…

— I appreciate everything, Mark. It's okay if I say your name in Portuguese, isn't it? Can you hear me in that tone of voice?

— Of course, darling. - He laughs.

— Mark, enough, I wanna be with her too… - My mother broke the embrace between the two of them and hugged Amanda, ever so gently. - I'm sorry about my husband, he's silly on a daily basis, but he wanted to make you smile. My name is Stormie. So nice to meet you! Did he hurt you with the hug?

— My pleasure. No, he didn't, haha… - My mother shakes her head, encouraging Amanda to speak. — Today was a difficult day, and I wanted to stay here. I can't believe I was afraid you wouldn't like me or that you wouldn't hear my normal voice…

— Ross told us that you did speech therapy for a long time because of the sequelae. You're a warrior, my love… You don't have to force your voice. And he told me about your uncle. I'm really sorry. Do you want to spend the night here?

— Thank you, ma'am. - I saw that Amanda was getting emotional, so I approached her and put my hand on her shoulder.

— I told you not to be nervous. Please stay…

— I don't know if my mother will let me, but I want to.

— We'll sort it out in a second. - My mother smiles and continues talking to her.

— She's everything you said. - My father hugs my shoulders and smiles.

We ate and had a good chat.

— See? It all worked out. - I smile and we go to my room.

— It did. I loved your parents. They're so nice and caring, they treated me like their daughter.

— I'm sorry about my dad. Did he hurt you?

— No, of course not. He's funny. Now I know why you're silly too. - I smile and she hugs me, sitting us on the bed.

— I hope you are better.

— Yes, I am. - She kisses my cheek. — I really wanted to stay a bit longer, but my mom's back.

— Can I at least show you a song I wrote? - Her eyes sparkle. — Remember the day you were sad, and you told me that you were angry, and that your uncle wasn't responding to the treatment and you started crying? And I kept humming in your ear?

Amanda takes my hand, saying “yes”, and I continue.— Right in class, I wrote down the lines and wrote the song myself.

— Naughty boy. - She pretends to be surprised and laughs. I pick up my guitar and start playing.

Sometimes love's a scary place

It's like standing in the dark

Flying through the universe

Trying to fix your broken heart

It's okay to let it go

You don't have to be so brave

Take a chance if someone else

Is gonna sweep in and save the day

You don't have to face your fears alone

'Cause whenever you're in trouble

I'll know

Let me be your superhero

There isn't a place I won't go

Whenever you need me by your side

I'll be there, be there

Never be afraid if you fall

I'll carry you away from it all

Let me be your superhero

Take off your mask, put down your guard

Don't need a symbol on your chest

It's all right for once to play

The damsel in distress

You're gonna use up all your strength

Trying to be so strong

Don't have to shoulder all the weight

Together we can take it on

You don't have to face your fears alone

'Cause whenever you're in trouble

I'll know, oh

Let me be your superhero

There isn't a place I won't go

Whenever you need me by your side

I'll be there, be there

Never be afraid if you fall

I'll carry you away from it all

Let me be your superhero

Woah, woah, oh

Let me be your superhero

Woah, woah oh, yeah yeah

Woah, woah, oh

Sometimes love's a scary place

It's like standing in the dark

Flying through the universe

Trying to fix your broken heart

Yeah...

Let me be your superhero

There isn't a place I won't go

Whenever you need me by your side

I'll be there, be there

Never be afraid if you fall

I'll carry you away from it all

Let me be your superhero

Yeah, I can be your superhero

You know I will, baby

Woah, woah, woah, oh oh

Let me be your superhero...

— I loved it, my angel. I listened to every word and I loved it! I was thinking… I heard from Alice that the Human Sciences have a symposium every semester, with lectures, it's a big event. And there's always a talent show in which lots of students take part. Why don't you join in?

— I don't know, Amanda… - I scratch my neck. — I don't have stage fright, but I wonder if anyone will want to hear my songs.

— Are you kidding, Ross? - She takes my face. — Honey, you can do it. You've got talent! People will expect to see it. And if nobody likes it, who cares about two hundred people? Our friends and I will be in the front row to hear you.

— Thank you, you've persuaded me. - I kiss her. — Will you wait for me with my parents while I take a quick shower?

— Of course. - We kiss again. She was about to leave when I called her. - Watch out about my father. He's like a dog, he always wants attention.

That makes her laugh.

Amanda's POV

— Amanda, darling? I know what will make you laugh. My son's baby pictures.

— So, it'll have to be quick, while he's having a bath! - I say excitedly and run to sit next to her and Mark. The album begins with their wedding photo, with everything looking beautiful. — You looked beautiful!

— And with more hair… - Mark smooths his thinning hair, making me laugh. I see some photos in the snow; others of them here in Brazil, even one from the day Ross was born.

— Awn. Ross must have shown me the photo he took of me, I was half his size.

Photos and more photos (and several hilarious comments from his father) later, and even a photo of my naked boyfriend, still months old, I see a photo that catches my attention: the blond guy wearing a mullet (haircut), with a microphone, singing at Christmas.

— THE MULLET, HAHAHA! So he's always liked singing?

— Yes, and he writes very well. I heard him singing to you. - Stormie says.

— We just didn't stand in the doorway so as not to disturb you. - Mark says and she glares at him.

— Haha, he's sweet. I was even saying to him that the department we study at in college has a big event every semester, and then there's a talent show, which he should take part in.

They really liked the idea and are going to talk to him again. Another photo makes me laugh: he's by the pool, wearing shorts and feeling cold, with his little hands together.

— HIS BELLY BUTTON IS CLOSED, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL DETAIL, HAHAHA. I know it's silly, but can I take the photo of the photo? I could really use this photo for some blackmail in the future.

— Haha, go ahead.

— NOOO! NOT MY PHOTOS! - I hear him shout from the corridor and come in wearing another outfit. — Did she see me?

— Yes. - I hold in my laughter as he snorts. — For God's sake, Ross, everyone has a picture like that…

I hug him.

— But it's embarrassing!

— You were cute, Rossy! - I say, squeezing his cheeks.

— Sit down, both of you, because in this age of technology, this album is going to get more photos.

— Do you want me in the album?

— Of course, my love. - Stormie strokes my cheek. I smile and Ross sits down, hugging me. I return the hug and they take the photo on their phones. Naturally, my boyfriend and I look at each other and I thank him for everything, and he kisses me. I kiss him back and his parents take the photo. I turn red with embarrassment and Ross kisses my cheek. Needless to say, this is the third photo.

— That's it. We'll reveal it tomorrow. - Mark says and turns to me. - Tell us you're staying.

I call my mom, who won't let me at first, because I didn't bring any other clothes, because she thinks it's bad that I'm sleeping in the same bed as Ross, even if I don't change my panties… How embarrassing… I argue that: 1) Stormie could lend me some pajamas. 2) It's Ross, and they have a guest room. 3) I wouldn't die if I kept my panties on until the next day. Of course I just said “I'm not going to die because of that!”

Result: she let me. I asked her to look after my daughters and hung up.

— She let me. - I say smiling and Stormie says:

— Do you want to take a shower? I'll lend you some warm pajamas.

We watch a comedy movie on TV first, eat some more and at 7:30pm, I shower and change in the guest room. I go back to the living room and give them both a hug, thanking them for staying.

Ross and I go to his room, but not before Mark talks to us:

— The sink in his room is broken, so be careful when you use it.

— I loved this afternoon… - I say, smiling and hugging Ross as we lie in bed.

— That's great, my angel. - He kisses my forehead. — I knew being alone with your sister wasn't a good idea.

I sigh heavily. — She was going to keep saying: “Stop crying so much, blah, blah, blah”.

Ross smiles and grabs my waist.

— You look like my mom, but sexy. - He says silly things to me.

— Stop it! I'm not sexy, not even in my pajamas! - I laugh nervously.

— If you could see what I see…

— Ross, I've remembered something.

— Hm?

— I won't be able to sleep… My medicines! One induces sleep and the other stabilizes mood. The inducer is the most important… Damn! Ugh, I wasn't supposed to forget!

— Awn, my angel. We'll find something to do: a cup of tea, we'll talk, I'll sing to you quietly… You managed to sleep with me this afternoon.

A quarter to ten, I say goodbye to everyone and go to bed.

— Can I come in? - The blond knocks on the door.

— Sure. I'm afraid I won't sleep.

— Yes, you will. I'm going to stay with you for a while and… I've brought Calum to keep you company. - He hands me the teddy bear and I hug them both. Ross lies with me, caressing my face. We talk for a while until I feel sleepy. - Good night, passion.

— Good night.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. and at 1:17 a.m. I had closed my eyes, but I hadn't fallen asleep. I started crying out of anger and because I was feeling the usual spasms in my arms and legs. The dosage of the medication and the anxiety do that.

I walk with difficulty to Ross's bedroom door and open it. — Ross, help!

He's not listening, that's great! I find a pair of socks in a ball and throw them at him. Nothing. My last option was to risk walking over to him. I fall on him and he wakes up.

— Amanda, what are you doing? - He says confusedly and puts me on the bed.

— Help me. I'm having very strong spasms! - I can see he's getting desperate and asks me if I want to go to hospital. — No, this is common at night. It's muscle weakness, dosage, anxiety, everything…

— Shh… There's no need to cry. It'll pass…

He stands over me, holding me and massaging my arms. I'm unconsciously careful not to kick him anywhere because of the spasms. I relax and the spasms stop after a while.

Ross' POV

Amanda gets better and I go to the bathroom. I was so scared about all this! I wait for her to fall asleep. When I wash my hands, the tap splashes a lot of water on my shirt. I manage to close the sink and look at my girlfriend, deciding whether to take my shirt off, so as not to make a sound and wake her from the sleep she's had such a hard time getting, or to get another shirt. I take off my shirt and lie down on the bed, hugging my girl.

By morning, I was awake, but too lazy to open my eyes.

— I can't believe this has happened… I don't want to be a mother… I'm only eighteen… - Haha, poor thing, she must have been so tired that she didn't remember that we only had sleep… I take her hands off her face and kiss her.

— Relax, we didn't have sex. You got too tired and forgot that you came to my room.

— Yes, but I vaguely remember you being dressed…

— Calm down, okay? The sink splashed water on me and I didn't want to wake you up if I took another shirt, so I took it off and warmed myself up by hugging you and the blanket.

— It makes sense.

— Nothing happened at all. - I laugh and hug her. — I promise.

She hugs me and kisses me on the neck.

— All right, then. You're so handsome, baby. - She climbs on top of me and slowly kisses her way down my chest and stomach, batting her huge eyelashes and staring at me. — Very handsome.

I like this dark side of her. I bite my lower lip to keep it quiet, already melting inside.

— Gorgeous, as much as I'm enjoying it, we'd better stop… - I make her look at me.

— Ross, I'm sorry… I saw you like this and you're beautiful inside and out, and I couldn't take it.

— It's all right. - I kiss Amanda and put her under me, kissing her on the neck a few times and nibbling on it lightly. — It's normal for us to be like this, Amandita, there's no need to feel ashamed. It's the attraction.

— Thank you for looking after me at night. - She says happily.

We chatted for a while and then went to have breakfast with my parents.

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