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Claudia [Working Title]

Mama Flores x Reader OR, more accurately Newly out Transbian! BF'D' AND DBF Mama Flores x AFAB She/her Bi! OC First-Person Reader (what a fucking mouthful that is, no pun intended)

Rating: E for Egregiously Horny (18+ only)

7K Words

Summary: Hot off the end of a catastrophic relationship, and living out her backpack, she runs into Claudia at a coffee shop, and MOTHER antics ensue.

Warnings: Oh where to begin - First Person Reader, Pillowprincess!Claudia, ServiceTop!Reader, Oral (P and V recieving), P described in both the masc and fem verbiage, unspecificed Age Gap, use of niña and other 'you're just a kid' type discussion, Ex-Boyfriend's 'Dad', Dad's Best Friend, dry humping, Somnophilia, a whole bunch of asking for consent, and a whole bunch of inferring consent, a TON of dyke shit and queer language, blink and you'll miss it mommy issues, totally blatant daddy issues, internalised homophobia, internalised shame, self-deprecation, Transfemme Body dysphoria but it's complicated, Trans woman still wanting her kids to call her 'dad' - let me know if anything has been missed.

Reader is a blank slate, but for those who are melanated, there are some Easter Eggs. If you have a problem with Bisexual women self-identifying as Dykes, Studs or Lesbians, or you have a problem with Bisexuals working through their issues, or fuck, if you have an issue with Bisexual women in general, go get mad somewhere else.

This many not be the story everyone wanted to read but hey, don't say I haven't tried to contribute! Mama Flores is barely out at this point in the story, and there's still a lot up in the air about what her boundaries are, so things shift back and forth throughout. I don't know where I got her name from, maybe it was someone else's fic (please remind me if so!), but it also worked with a lil idea I had about her past.

No beta, we die like the dirty queers we are. Written, like, months ago, after the second appearance of this woman on SNL, and never really meant to see the light of day. The Spanish in this story is Bing™ Spanish, but I wanted to capture her Spanglish thing that she does in the sketch, so I didn't put the translations, but they're probably also wrong - so if and when anyone has any notes for me, send me an ask and I'll edit it. This is my first ever fic, so be kind! Thanks to @magpiepills for pushing me out the nest on this one!

Everyone in our social circle knew about Ms. Flores’ transition. I had to miss the party for reasons that seem stupid now, and which I will get into later, but everyone said it was a blast — a lot of dancing, great food, and she looked gorgeous. I saw the pictures. I have them saved on my phone.

I had dated her son in high school. We had a good thing going, all things considered — until he cheated. I remember her dragging him by his ear to our front door to apologise, herself dressed in a vintage lakers jersey and shorts at the time. She was furious. She actually slapped the back of his head in front of me, just to prove it. I remember wondering then why I’d never noticed how pretty Mr. Flores was. But that was before I realised I was into women.

She’d always been a bit of a hardass, but never with me. Up until the day he cheated, her son and I were always welcome to do whatever at her house — sleep over, watch TV until 4am, bake cookies, make out. She wasn’t around much, mostly ate snacks and watched TV in bed, she’d been divorced for years and the prevailing theory was she hadn’t got over it. Her son never talked about it, so my family and I kept well away from the subject, and she never bought it up with my father. But someone heard the blowout fight that ended it all, and let’s say the same someone was strangely and overly, performatively enthusiastic about her transition. That told me everything I needed to know about what she’d heard that night.

My story makes it all seem fated, once you string it together. After that heartbreak, I go to college, I meet a girl, a straight girl, and I fall face first into the concrete of that. She’s married now, to a man. She still texts me to ask how I’m holding up. At 3am. And I answer, honestly, like an idiot, after all this time, like we’re friends or something.

And then my latest girlfriend, talk of the town — she was, she is, a supermodel. I only knew her because we were the only two at a party that had ever heard of Dungeons and Dragons. You should have seen people when we walked into a room — what’s that troll doing with her? She’s a supermodel. And then, the stupid, trite, dumb gossip about how good I must be with the strap (I am), and how I must be such a good lay because, you know studs, they’re freaks in the sack.

I didn’t even know that was a thing.

When I realised that, actually, that was why she was with me, something in me changed. There was something wrong about it all, you know? Not being loved for who you are, for what you bring, but for how you fuck. First world problems, I know, but it’s not just that — it’s the fact that my supermodel girlfriend saw me as this beast, this, I don’t know, this fucking sex toy, sitting there waiting for her to get off work and get her off. I’m not that. I’m a person.

Anytime we fought, she threw my ex-boyfriend into it. Like it marred me or something, like it was something to apologise for. And I could sit there and explain bisexuality until I’m blue in the face, but when it comes down to it — when you’re in love — bisexuality is a threat, somehow. It’s a possibility until it’s a threat.

So now I’m just one woman and a backpack. Couch surfing. No college as an excuse, and a laptop to work from in cafés.

In walks Ms. Flores.

I remember looking up and being a little blinded by the sun behind her, the way it filtered through her hair, like the warm light from inside a familiar home, that you can map out in your mind. She’d grown it out, delicate brown curls streaked in white falling over her forehead. She was wearing a flannel that day, I can’t remember the colour, but I remember the fit of her jeans, the curve of her padded chest, the light bouncing off her glasses, her impatient lips pursed as she squinted to read her phone. I remember it hitting me below the belt like a truck. A semi truck right into my waist. Fate is fucking cruel.

Ms. Flores, my ex’s dad, was 100% unequivocally out of bounds. This was not allowed, not at all, not in any universe, not if we’d been any other genders or met anywhere else, and especially fresh off the worst breakup of my life, and fresh on the journey of her transition. This could not happen.

“Ms. Flores?” I hesitantly walked up to her side, not wanting to surprise her.

She looked up from her phone as if she’d heard a voice from the dead, “niña?,” her beaming smile shot me in the heart, her crows feet blinking into view. This was such a bad idea. “Oh! It’s been forever!”

Her hug felt like a place I belonged. It twinged somewhere at the bottom of my stomach, in the way i’d always known was forbidden, perverted lesbian shit that I shouldn’t entertain. But I did, anyway, because at the end of the day, I’m a raging dyke.

She held me at arms length, looking at me with her stern but playful gaze, “You’ve been a naughty girl!”

Ohhhhh Fuuu-

“You weren’t at the party last week, and you’re almost nothing, nothing, have you not been eating?”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t at the party, Ms. Flores, I-“

“I like the way you say that, with your little gringo accent, Mees Fuh-lohr-reas, linda”

I liked the way she made fun of me, but I didn’t tell her.

“I was getting broken up with, otherwise I would have been there, I promise. I have the photos—“

“I heard about her,” she let go of my shoulders, pursing her lips, “I saw her pictures, she’s not pretty.”

I laughed, out loud, a weird release, a confirmation in my chest.

“I mean it! They will let anyone be a model these days, nunca le han dicho que NO en su vida, and she was never going to be good enough for you either, you’re too intelligent for models and you know it.”

I heard her. I also couldn’t stop staring at her lips. They looked better with lipstick on. It was so flattering. I could have heard her talk for hours. I wondered if I could make her scream my name. I could, if I tried. I wanted to try. But I was a couch surfing ex of her son’s. I still wanted to try.

“Preciosa, don’t date these stupid models anymore. Find a girl, or whoever, that you can speak to, you’re college educated now, you go after women of quality. How have you been? What’s —”

She grabbed at the backpack I had stupidly carried with me, like the possessions in it were so precious that the few seconds I’d leave them alone, someone could steal them. Like a tortoise not wanting to desert it’s shell. She felt how heavy it was. She looked disappointed but not surprised.

“niña. What’s in the bag. Sea honesto conmigo, I won’t judge you.”

I put on a brave face, but the words were damning, “everything.”

“So you’re living out of your backpack.”

“Yes.”

“And I’m finding out about this now?”

“It’s a big time for you, and I’m a grown woman—“

“You are not a grown woman! No!,” ouch, so much for getting to try, “You are never a grown woman enough to not ask me for help. Do your parents know?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re not staying with them?”

“The family’s in from Europe, there’s no space”

“And I’m finding out about this now? ¿Por qué tu madre no me llamó?”

“I wouldn’t want to speak for her but—“

It was too late, she was on the phone, dialling my mother.

This should have been the point at which I found the button to switch off my sex drive. This was a woman of great repute in our social circle — a good friend of my fathers for nearly 30 years, the father of my ex, calling my mother to, essentially, ask her if I could stay over. Calling me a little girl, and telling me I’m not a grown woman. So, so many of my relationships, I’ve been the grown, the dominant, the leader, it's part of my identity at this point. I should have been doused in cold water, never to return, put in my place as a kid, in her eyes. No snowball’s chance in hell.

But I was watching her mouth move. She was born to be a woman, you know, she did it so much better than any other girl I’d kissed. I looked at her like she hung the sky, and maybe she started to notice where my eyes were, or the glazed over look on my face, and maybe she thought I was being a horny damaged deranged dyke about it all, or maybe she thought I was tired, but I still felt like she started moving her mouth a little more for me. Just a little more. I got self-conscious. I wondered if people could see how wet I’d gotten in the last 5 minutes. It felt like it was everywhere. I cannot tell you all the things I wanted to do to that mouth. What I wanted to show her. She started to end the call and all I could think about was sharing dishwashing duties with her, kissing her on the couch I once made out with her son on, becoming his mother-in-law.

——————

The house seemed bigger than I remembered — she’d cleared a lot of the clutter, the place looked so much cleaner and roomier than it was before. Sparse, almost. As if one day she’d just chucked everything and started over. There were still familiar things on the wall — framed vintage movie posters and the DVD rack was basically untouched. She’d upgraded the TV. She had some unfinished knitting on the coffee table, the windows that I’d never seen open were wide open, the breeze carrying her light floral perfume to me like some terrible invitation to sin.

She leaned against the wall with her hand, her fingers splayed, just the way she used to. Other hand on her hip, giving instructions.

“— and his room, you remember where it is? You’ll stay there until you find a place.”

“The relatives leave on Tuesday, so I can move back—“

“No no, ida y vuelta, no, and your mother has enough to deal with, no, you’re staying here.”

“Ms Flores, honestly, it’s no problem—”

“eets noh problehm, venga ya, you’re staying” she grabbed my backpack and started going upstairs, “sígueme.” She spoke matter-of-factly. Like I was a kid. Like I was still her kid that was going to marry her son one day.

Walking into his room wasn’t half as bad as I thought it would be. None of his stuff was here, long gone, by the look of it. She set my bag down and started unzipping it.

“NO, hold on, Ms Flores, I’m—“

“No more Mees Fuh-lohr-reas, Claudia, my name is—“

“Claudia, please, I’ll unpack it” I stopped short of grabbing the bag from her,

“no seas—“

I knew the moment she found it.

She shut the bag and looked up at the ceiling, then closed her eyes, as if to forget she’d ever seen it.

“Sorry. I’m sorry, I’ll—“

I went to grab my bag and she pulled it away from my reach, looking back down at me accusingly, an odd, sinister look in her eye.

“Oh So you meant everything is in this bag, verdad?” She sounded scandalised. As if she might kick me out of her house as quickly as she’d invited me in. I felt dirty, and sick.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to see that. It’s. I’m sorry.”

“Who taught you to have one of these?”

“Taught me?”

“Mhm.”

Something odd was stirring in my stomach, like a premonition. Her face said I had fucked up, offended the sensibilities of a lady. Her eyes said otherwise.

“No-one taught me, I just…practiced.”

“¿con quién, Practice?”

“I don’t think—“

“You bring one of these into my house, under my roof, you answer my questions. Contéstame.”

Oh god, oh fuck, oh fuck —the way she said it, I just knew.

I don’t know how I knew. We were both acting as if we were being watched, and there was no-one around this time of day, and still, and still, I knew where this was going. Maybe not now, maybe not today, but soon.

She was going to let me sleep with her. And it was going to fuck me up for any other woman.

“Hookups, mostly. My first real girlfriend was the supermodel, but I’d had other, um, experiences. I’m not— I know how to use it, the sex wasn’t the issue, I mean, well, ok the sex was the issue but it wasn’t me being bad, it was actually, not to brag, it was actually too good. She was only with me because…she only wanted me for the sex, so. I can use it, like, I’ve done a lot of practice”

“So. You practiced with lesbians.”

“Yes.”

“That’s your only practice?”

“Yes.”

“Did they teach you how to wash it?”

“No, but I looked it up online.” My face was turning red, thank god she couldn’t tell, or maybe she could — she could see through time if she wanted. I felt her seeing right through me.

“This supermodel puta, she only wanted you for…this?”

“I mean. At the end of the day. Yes.”

“Qué quieres decir, ‘at the end of the day’?”

“She… It’s hard to explain.” Some stupid hot tears started burning at the corners of my eyes. I felt like a kid, again, trying to explain to an adult that I’d been set up, I didn’t do it, they did it, but they ran away and left me here to explain it.

Claudia set down my backpack, she walked up to me, she tiled my head up to look her in the eye.

“She was ugly, she’s entitled, and she’s rude. Lo sé. You were dating down, you’ve always dated down, Eres demasiado insecure para elegir al amante adecuado. You’ve always been like this, and I had to drag my son to come and apologise, and he’ll never apologise enough. Whatever she said, she’s wrong, and you don’t listen to ugly women like that anymore, entiendes?”

Shewas gently shaking my chin as she spoke, as if to better get the words to fit in my brain. I was looking into her eyes this time. The warmth in my hips returned and I tried to keep it cool, but I watched her eyes quickly dart to my lips, and even with the ghost of my tears in my eyes, I wanted to speed it all up, lean in and kiss her.

When you’re told you’re good for nothing but mind-blowing sex, and then you find yourself in front of a woman you wish to conquer, to ravish, to tear apart with your teeth — sometimes your flaws become virtues, and you get a little cocky.

But she beat me to it, the soft pad of her thumb brushing over my lower lip, her eyes locked on mine. She had eyeliner on, it was subtle but it was there, and it occurred to me I’d never kissed anyone with a beard before. I wanted to feel it against my face. I bet money on it being soft too. She looked like she’d be soft everywhere.

“niña. Who made you like this?”

I fell cold at that.

I pulled away. Like I’d finally been called a creep. Like I’d been asking for something forbidden, like I was being chastised. Like she’d been wondering why her son cheated on me, and now she had her answer.

I could have thrown up.

“I’m fine. What do you mean? What do you mean by that?” I couldn’t find enough air to fill my lungs

She got angry, “I mean, who made you like this? Was it my son? Hijo de p-“

“I’m not like this because of your son, this is just who I am. There’s nothing I can do about it.”

“Niña, no-ones just like this. It comes from something, someone hurt you—“

“What, so if your son hadn’t cheated on me, I’d be straight?”

She looked offended, then furious.

“Cómo te atreves, I invite you into my house, I put a roof over your head and you think I would say anything like that? Eh? Como tu padre? Really?”

“Well if you didn’t mean that, then what did you mean?!” I was almost at the point of screaming. This was so unlike me. This was…I hadn’t been this reactive in years. I hadn’t cared this much, frankly.

She sighed, looked at me dead in my eyes, “You do not. Raise your voice at me. In my house.”

I leaned in and kissed her.

Before I could moderate it, pace it somehow, I already had my arms wrapped around her shoulders, the apex of my jeans up against her thigh. She reacted in kind, hooking my thigh up onto her hip, cradling my head. She let out the most sinful sound into my mouth and I fucking ate it. I kept pressure between us in both places, hoping I could tell her without words everything I’d been thinking for hours. This was so unlike me. This was exactly what Christine said she loved me for. I was proving her right.

But I couldn’t stop myself. Her thigh was warm underneath me, her shoulders too, and I felt her hands grab across my waist like she might never let go. I thought I’d won.

She robbed me of the feeling of her lipstick way too fast. I couldn’t take my eyes off of where I’d just been, looking at the pink shade caught in the wisps of her facial hair.

She held me back by my shoulders again, but her leg didn’t move from between mine. Instead, she tilted her hips, slightly, away from me. Eventually, after she’d got a good look at me, no doubt with feral and lascivious intentions sparking from my eyes, she leaned her forehead against mine. If I’d been a little more out of it, I would have licked the lipstick off her.

“Greedy. niña codiciosa. We haven’t talked yet. Let’s talk. We need to talk.”

——————

She made me dinner, a lot of dinner, and showed me what chores she’d need me to do, but we were mostly quiet, the weight of the conversation we needed to have sitting between us.

Something in me wanted to be progressive and quick about it — “I don’t care what you have in your pants” or, “I don’t care that you kind of raised me” or, “I don’t care that I fucked your son and now I want to fuck you”.

niña codiciosa.

She was nothing like her son. In the obvious ways, sure, she was a woman, but also, she held herself with a confidence he’d never achieve. Even before. Even in the depths of her despair, post divorce, she had pride. A soft, kind pride. A pride that had standards, and decorum, and put her best into things. I got the distinct urge to match her, to be worthy, to give her things to prove myself. To be her project, or to make myself a project that would please her.

I wanted to please her so bad it made my head ache.

We were sitting on the couch with some rerun on the TV, the volume low, when she slowly, calmly, put her arm behind me on the couch. I made to turn, maybe a bit too eager.

“suave, mi niña. I don’t know how you fuck your whore supermodels, but I’m different.”

“I don’t see you as different.”

She chuckled, “lo sé, I’m talking about, I’m a lady, sí?”

I ducked my head, “Oh. Yes. Sorry. Yeah. Ok. Slowly.”

She lifted my head again, “OK first, “Sorry!” no màs. Second, llamarme, Claudia, say it for me”

I said her name back to her and she shook my chin gently again,

“Buena.” She observed me, her warm brown eyes looking into me, her arm caging me into my fate, and I realised I’d need to do laundry tomorrow morning, I was running out of underwear.

She inhaled, then, “So you’re a lesbian now?”

“Kind of.”

She gestured for me to go on.

“i mean, basically, yes.”

“No, dijo ‘kind of’, explain.”

“I don’t really…I still like…people who aren’t girls.”

“Even after mi hijo? You’re stronger than me.” she chuckled, “After I dated—…” She stopped in horror.

I gestured for her to go on. Her face got serious.

She was conflicted, but gave up quickly, “A la verga, did your father tell you?”

It took me a second. Like a timer going off in my head, when it rang, I gasped — not my proudest hour — and jumped off the couch.

“YOU DATED MY—…oh my god. This is really bad.”

I collapsed back down on the couch and she giggled, her hands covering her chest in mirth, “This is why we needed to talk!”

The next timer went off, “He. He cheated on you.”

“Cheated? No. But it wasn’t pretty. He was the last man I was with, you know, before I married.”

“After?”

She giggled again, “Not all of us sleep around all the time, niña, we have bills to pay.”

“That wasn’t an answer.”

She fell silent, looking at me, pulled me by my leg, gesturing to me to come closer.

I moved at her whim, tucking myself into her side. She was soft and warm and safe, and my hands itched to breach her t-shirt.

“No, no men since your father,” she brushed her nose against mine, “unless you have something to tell me.”

It was my turn to laugh, “It doesn’t creep you out?”

“It doesn’t creep you out?” She hit right back, her hand sliding up my thigh, warm and with good intention, without malice, soothing.

“No. You’re nothing like him.”

“...and you were never like your father. Never.” She let the words wash over me, twenty or so years of understanding sinking into me as she soothed my thigh.

“You watched me grow up, and we’re still going to do this?” I shuffled closer to her, bumping my lips into hers, my tacit approval, my threat.

“I raised you, niña. You shouldn’t have kissed me.”

I rested my head under hers, on her shoulder, and kissed at her neck, “I’d do it again.”

“Diablo, and I’d let you. ¿Qué sabes de cualquiera de estas cosas? You’re a kid. I should stop this.”

“Don’t. Please”

“Eres frágil, y esa perra te acaba de romper el corazón, niña, leave the old to die.”

“No.”

“The last boy you slept with was my son. Sí?”

“And?”

Her arm turned to stone around me, “It’s different.”

I lifted to look in her eyes, head to head, unafraid, undeterred, matched her with some of the fire she’d thrown at me, “Claudia. Say what you want to say.”

“It’s late.”

“Claudia.”

“We should—“

“Claudia, we can talk now or we can talk later but I swear to god, you’re gonna let me fuck eventually, let’s do this.”

“Nada de palabrotas en mi casa—“

“You swear all the time!”

“Because es mi casa—“

“Claudia, cariño—“

“Don’t call me that—“

“What do you want me to call you?”

For the first time, she looked at me scared, and I felt I saw something that night I wasn’t meant to see. So I just pretended not to see it.

“dime. I’ll call you anything. hablame.”

“You need more practice…at Spanish, I mean. Your accent, malo.”

“Claudia. talk. to. me.”

“No lo-… I haven’t. Since her. And since…this. So, slowly. Please.”

I closed my eyes, pressing our foreheads together, breathing her in, my hands not daring to move, “tell me what to do.”

With my eyes closed, all I could do was feel her steady heartbeat through her hand on my thigh, and her even breathing.

“You’re too young.”

“Mhm.”

“I’ve heard you sleep with my son.”

“Mhm,” I smiled, devious and terrible and awful, “how did I do?”

She couldn’t contain the scandalised gasp she let out, and then, “when did you get like this? You never liked him this much, you were never…”

“College.”

“Esas universitarias tienen mucho que responder. I like you like this. Your heart is open. Too open. But it’s good, you’re young, you make mistakes and you learn…”

“I’ve made my mistakes,” I look her in the eye, “this is me learning.”

I surge up to kiss her, the taste of dessert and the metal tang of her reapplied lipstick coating my lips. I try to kiss her in a way that convinces her she’s not making a mistake — with a lot of tongue. I straddle her lap, moving her hands to my hips.

She looked up at me with those beautiful eyes, turned doeish and innocent, somehow, as I took off my top.

“Besides, Which one of us has actually got laid in the last 6 months?”

“boca sucia—“

“Am I wrong?”

“Niña. It’s not the same. It’s different.”

I leaned over her, arms either side of her head, my tits almost in her face, “Tell me your worst fear, my love, let me eat it.”

“You’re being silly”

“Tell me. You think I’m scared of cock? I’m probably better with one than you are.”

She laughed so hard her head tipped back, looking right up at me, “Chica tonta, eres tonta.”

“Wait, What kind of girl am I?”

“Silly! You’re playing games! Hablo en serio.”

“I’m serious too. You wanna try?”

“It’s been too long.”

“Maybe you’re new to how lesbians have sex, but we don’t care what happens as long as someone cums”

“Ah, esto viniendo de la niña ‘kind of a lesbian’”

“Someone should initiate you after being celibate so long. You’re practically a virgin…oh god,” I rested my head into her shoulder, grinding into her lap, gasping “oh god, Claudia, please let me have you”

I felt her clam up as I connected us there, unable to keep myself from letting out the most depraved sound heard on earth. Perhaps she hadn’t felt something like that in a long time.

Perhaps thats why she didn’t stop me.

Her hands, hesitantly, gently, guiding me to do it again. Her eyes squeezed shut, neck tensed, waiting for every mark I could give it.

My clit throbbed under my jeans each pass I made, clenching almost painfully as I moved against her. She still couldn’t look at me, but every time she thought I’d stop, her hands held me tighter.

Suddenly, she stopped me, pulling my core firmly against hers. I lay against her soft chest and heard her heart beat terribly fast. I tucked into her shoulder and took in deep breaths of her perfume, her sweat, her heat. I felt her twitch underneath me. She froze.

“I don’t know what to do with it. What to call it. I wish it just…It isn’t like it was…lo siento”

“You’re just as bad as everyone else. I tell you I’ve slept with girls, you assume they all had a pussy."

I propped myself back up, speaking into her shocked lips, "But I do think pretty much all of them wanted me to see all this,” I gestured crudely below, “as just a pussy in a different format, which it basically is.”

She frowned, “You never told me”

“You never asked, and what’s the difference?”

“You know what the difference is.”

I ground down onto her again, my mouth hanging open, catching the top of her against my own clit, sending fire up my spine, pulling the most beautiful sound from her, and once I caught my breath, “Tell me. What’s the difference?”

She looked at me like I was the devil, come to corrupt her and take her to hell. But her body relaxed, her skin flushed, her hands squeezed my hips again.

“Claudia. You feel this,” I ground down onto the top of her clit again, as she found it hard to breathe, “tell me you feel this. Say it.”

“Yes”

“You want to try and tell me I don’t feel the same way?”

“No.”

“OK. So as far as I’m concerned, we’re the same. I want you and I want all of you, whatever way feels good. Follow,” I ground down again, “the feeling, fuck. I know it won't feel the same as before...wait, how long have you been on E?”

She seemed bashful but answered anyway, the little ingenue under my hand, “not long”

“Most of it will be the same then. But when I do this to you,” I rocked down again, “doesn’t that feel like what you imagine it feels like here?” I guided her hands down my pants like the pervert I always knew I was, and guided her to my clit, “Right? It’s the same, right?”

She nodded, spacing out underneath me, pressing her fingers against me as I kept the pressure on her clit. I gasped out, smiling “Can I call it your pussy or would I be going too far?”

She smiled, under hooded eyes, looking at me from where her head rested on the couch, a little delirious, her hair like a halo around her face, the errant curls falling into her eyes, “you keep moving, niña, llámalo como quieras”

I stopped, leaning over her, my lips brushing hers, my final apple to eve, her eyes glazed over as she looked at me “you know, I’m good at all of it…Claudia…tell me you’ll let me eat you out. Please.”

She looked hesitant, but still out of it. Her fingers gently caressed my pussy, up and down, up and down, as if she were soothing herself with a familiar touch. She reached up to kiss me.

She whispered into my lips, “Ha pasado demasiado tiempo. No puedo.”

“Is that a no?”

She shook her head, “It’s not a no.”

“Then…”

She kept dragging her fingers through my wetness, making it hard to think. My chest brushed up against hers and I got so dizzy with arousal I thought I might black out.

“You’re just a kid.”

“Let me. Please. Please, Claudia.”

“I like it when you beg” she smiled back up at me, took her fingers out from my underwear and tasted me, closing her eyes like I was pure chocolate.

“Claudia, if it’s not a no…”

She took her fingers out of her mouth, eyes still closed, relaxing into the sofa more, “I could fall asleep here.”

“Claudia…”

“You know…I would have a dream when I was young…I was pretending to be asleep, and someone would crawl in through my window and touch me…”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I rocked into her again, capturing that sweet sweet conscious sound before this little game began.

“…and I’d wake up, and I was sticky. When the other boys talked about…those dreams…it was crushes naked, or sex with their crush, pensé que estaba loco…” her shoulders sank further, “why couldn’t I see their face? Why didn’t I want to be awake, to fuck them, o algo— why did I have to pretend to be asleep? My friend…said I was shy…”

I slowly, gently, deviously, predatorily, got on the floor, unbuttoned the top of her jeans. I brushed her stomach, gently, and watched it clench for me. Watched her shiver for me.

“I was shy. I didn’t fuck anyone until college. I was reckless in college, that was when I was wearing the makeup and the trench coats and drawing the sigils. None of it made any sense. None of it. Everyone was comfortable except me.”

I slowly dragged her jeans down her legs, only some of the way, so as not to ‘wake’ her. She was wearing the cutest pink silky underwear, with a white bow just under her belly button — the outline of her insistent through them, a little wet spot on the left. A little shiver as I touched her, ever so gently.

“Era tímido, es todo, "scared of sex". I told no-one but him, that friend. I lost my virginity to a stranger at a gay bar, three weeks into college, muy peligroso, but I wanted it done. It was just a blowjob, lo que podía hacer.”

I slowly, carefully, pulled down her underwear, her warmth hitting the cooler air of the room. I held her, softly, to try and keep her warm. Comfortable.

“So I tell everyone I’m not a virgin,” she continues, eyes closed, pretending she’s asleep,”until I believe it so much, Me meto en la cama con mi novia, se me olvida que nunca he follado antes, and I freak out. I tell her everything. She changes her mind. We break up the next week.”

I explore her, reminding myself how my friends with extra benefits liked to be touched, and desperately trying to remember what I read in the dyke rite of passage zine ‘fucking trans women’, and, god help me, trying to remember how her son liked it. Somewhere in that mess, I get her to gasp. It’s heavenly. Her hips shift subconsciously.

“Keep telling your story, Claudia, that can’t be how it ends, right?” I lean into her, closer, ready to try and get those screams I’ve been hearing in my head since the coffee shop.

She shifts again, and then, “I date your father next.”

At that, I lick at her clit, lightly at first, like I know feels good, and then deeply, digging into her soul for my reward.

Her hips lift off the couch at first, letting out a weak breath, fighting toward and too sensitive away from my ministrations. Her fingers grip against the cushions, and I never heard true music until she moaned for me. She sounded hesitant, and scared, and despite it, turned on, and needy, and something mean flashed in my chest, something that felt like keeping her all to myself.

I lick up the length of her, then, “finish your story, Claudia.”

Her hand comes to rest on the back of my head, one still restrained leg just over my shoulder — pressing herself against my mouth, like a gold star lesbian, if I ever saw one.

“Your father was awful, and I should have never let him fuck me.” She pressed me into her, harder, smearing her salty wetness over my nose and mouth as I sloppily made out with her, warm, yielding, “Are you going to fuck me like he did, and leave me?”, her hand, still on my head, almost painful - I touch my thighs together, big mistake, I moan into her, she shivers, “no contestes.”, and then she feeds herself down my throat.

Home. It felt like finally being home.

She was softer than what I was used to, and likely softer than she usually was, but I held her in my mouth like a promise. I’m not my father. My father was a bastard, still is, I’ll be yours. I’ll be your consolation prize, you’ll be mine, I’ll make up for him, you’ll make up for your son, I can give you things a man could never dream of. I made her feel every one of those words with my throat. Her eyes were still closed, or I would have told her with my eyes too.

She held me down all the way to the base, and it felt right, and I missed the feel of something like her deep inside my pussy, I clenched hard, as if to say I needed her there too, somehow, if she’d take me, however she wanted. I wanted her to choke me with her hands the way she was choking me onto her. I wanted her to grab my hair like this, but from behind, while she made my whole pussy numb with impact. I needed her violently. I needed her to destroy me and put me back together in a way that would make sense again. I needed her to love me for this, and make me better.

She held me there until I choked, and pulled me up. Her eyes were still closed. Once I caught my breath, I went back in, I wished I’d never have to breathe again, I wanted to hold her there until she came for me. There felt like nothing would be any better than having a part of her inside me. Girls told stories of swallowing cum and their straight hair turning curly like their partners. I wanted my hair to look like hers. I wanted to be perfect like her. However much it took, I’d drink it.

My pussy throbbed with neglect, I opened my legs to make the feeling more intense, brushed my chest against the couch, her upper thighs, thinking, I could come like this.

I wanted to come with her.

I lifted off, coughed, breathed, then, “Baby, if I give you a blowjob, will it feel weird?”

She moaned in her sleep, “nuh-uh”

I pulled every dumb slutty trick in the book out to get her to come in my mouth — she let out small, hiccupy gasps, small and innocent, floating in the air above me, like she was too sensitive for it all, and finally, I focused on what I knew, keeping her clit in my mouth and sucking, groping her sensitive thighs, pressing on her stomach, and just as her breathing changed, I pressed her legs together, brushing my chest up against her thighs, pressing those nerve endings in her together, and we came together, her cum dripping out and filling my mouth, almost too quick to swallow down, so much of her, as if it had all been waiting for me, and my panties ruined.

I lifted one of her jean legs up a bit on her thigh, straddling it, riding the final sensation, gently stroking her as she went soft, her chest rapidly rising and falling, her skin glowing bronze with exertion, the final drops of her spend drooling down her stomach. I grabbed those last drops too.

Her hand came to rest on my hip. Her eyes were still closed.

“Es tarde.”

I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

“This isn’t over, baby. I’m not leaving.”

“Así que te divertiste”

“I’m not done. You married a woman once, you may again.”

“Para!”

“I’m not my dad. I don’t want anyone else.”

“Stop it—“

“I want all of you”

“You’re a kid.”

“So you fuck kids now?”

She opened her eyes, angry.

“Exactly. Didn’t think so. Who were you pretending I was?”

She looked down, pulling up her jeans, “I wasn’t pretending you were anyone.”

I went to move away, “You want me to leave?”

She grabbed me like I was a wildcat, and pulled me down to lie on the couch next to her.

Home. It felt like home.

She brushed some stray strands of hair out of my face, cradled my head with her warm, clammy hands and kissed me. Like a kiss I’d never had before. Like I was in a brand new world, where I belonged somewhere, and that place was beautiful, and that meant something about me.

She mumbled against my cheek, “I don’t want you to leave. I want you to be patient, vale?”

“Yes”

“You’re used to being the boss?”

I tucked my face into her shoulder, “yes”

“Not with me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Claudia.”

“Yes, Claudia.” I kissed her neck, then the delicate patch in her beard, then, “what else can I call you?”

“Nothing else. Claudia. That’s my name.”

“Nothing else?”

“Slow, niña.”

“Yes, mami.”

“Cuidado.”

“Yes, Claudia.”

She stroked my hair a little bit, her breathing lulling me to sleep.

I drifted into a beautiful dream. A girl I had a crush on in college slammed me up against the dorm wall, seductively pulled off my pants, took her time warming me up, swirling against my clit, her warm fingers digging into the walls of me, not quite enough. So slow, so slow that I couldn’t even tell I was about to have the most earth-shattering orgasm of my life. She hadn’t shaved that morning, her stubble soft against my tenderised skin, I was somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be, she was taking advantage of me, and I let her, slowly, slowly, until the base my spine ignited and I thought it might snap.

When I woke up, I was already coming, drenched in sweat, my skin sliding on the vinyl couch cushion covers as I bucked up into Claudia’s mouth, trying not to bend so hard I ended up putting my back out. Trying not to pull her hair to the point of pain, shouting into the dark room in exquisite agony like I’d been shot, and it went on forever and ever, and somewhere in there I thanked the god I promised myself I didn’t believe in, and swore I’d be a nuisance in this woman’s life until one of us died or she got a restraining order. Somewhere in there, that mean feeling spiked in my chest again, and I’d never hated my father more, but I’d never been more grateful, because now she’s mine and he fucked his chance at meeting with fucking god.

And when I caught my breath and she kissed me, I clawed at her shoulders to stay, to lie on top of me and make me feel every part of her against me, and she did, and it was perfect, and I felt held, and I held her.

And she was fucking mine.

#mama flores #mama flores x reader #mama flores x oc

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saunteringvaguelydownwards · 1 year

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Motherfucker, y'all got me writing again, what the fuck?

#nah it's cool #i just banged out 1200 words one night then made myself cry with my own writing the next night #good. great. awesome. love that for me.#i haven't written fic in 10 years #what the actual fucking fuck #also #i'm just out here trying to get to the one scene i wanted to write that started this whole mess but now there's fucking PLOT?#i'm 2900 words in and it's gonna take at least twice that long to get where i wanna go #maybe #if i'm lucky #and why does a bitch need to understand fake science from a fictional world?#fucking hell #i refuse to deal with reya and the holy war #i am not taking it that far #that entire prospect is fucking exhausting and many better writers than me have already gone there #i mean fuck i'm already worried that i've read so much WN fic that i'm subconsciously cribbing story elements #y'all do this for fun? on the regular?#props to the fic writers #i was already a fan but damn i had forgotten how hard this shit is #warrior nun #fanfic

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aceredshirt13 · 1 year

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BAROK VAN ZINE: REAL

Pray Forgive The Discourtesy: A Barok van Zieks Zine is officially out for sale - and my writing's featured in it! For €15 (which looks to be about $16.16 in US dollars), you can get a great online zine full of amazing Barok-adjacent content from many talented fandom creators (art and writing alike), and support the Pennsylvania Bat Rescue, which is receiving all the proceeds, while doing it!

Here's a preview of my silly fic, which is about Barok having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day while visiting Germany. This is the first zine I've ever been published in, so I'm honored and very excited!

#red writing #ace attorney #the great ace attorney #barok van zieks #i haven't fully read everyone else's fics in this zine yet #but the art is incredible #and there are so many fantastic writers in this zine that i am sure the writing is just as incredible #go check it out!!#the great ace attorney spoilers #because. yeah. yeah the zine has a billion zillion spoilers.

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ponderingmoonlight · 6 months

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would you be able/want to do something with gojo where him and the reader are both teachers and are in an established relationship but the student (aside from megumi) don’t know and start trying to figure out who gojo’s in a relationship with? i feel like gojo would either mess with them or be honest that it’s you but they just don’t believe him cause. yk. it’s you?

Hey, thank you so much for that great request, it was really fun to write! I mixed it up a little with an already existing fic of mine, I hope you don't mind. Let me know what you think <3

Part l to this fic can be found here

Gojo going nuts when his students don't believe him that you are his wife

Pairing: husband!Gojo x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,5k

Synopsis: When Satoru wears his wedding ring for the first time in front of his students, Nobara can't help but wonder who he's married to. But when Gojo confesses it's you, his students just don't believe him.

Warnings: language, sad Gojo lol, this is an absolute comfort fanfic so there you go if that's what you need today, read part l if you haven't yet <3

Tags: @arehzhera @ploylulla @tzubaki @beatrexworld @kenstarsworld @dazaisdick @hellkaiserinphoenix @lauv4chuuya @shadowfoxey @starlightanyaaa @sindela @kayleegomez @sunshine7queen @magalimachete @mokoartpost @gatitam @idontknow1123 @creative1writings @sanicsmut @mynahx3

„Itadori!“ Nobara hisses through gritted teeth.

“Did you just see that?”

“What do you mean?”, Yuji remarks with doe-eyes, gazing up at her with no clue what she’s even talking about.

“That ring on Gojo-sensei’s finger, you idiot”, she barks back at him while frantically running to the door in order to catch one last glimpse at him.

“Is he by any chance married, Fushiguro?”

Megumi signs to himself, staring at Nobara in nothing but annoyance. That talk from last week where she literally forced you to describe Gojo still doesn’t sit right with him. Of course, Megumi knows about your relationship. After all, he’s been with both of you for many years now, witnessed countless times how Gojo caresses your cheek gently in the darkness of privacy, how he calls you “darling” around the house and passes out on the couch next to you 10 minutes into a movie. And even though both of you never talked about this whole marriage being private thing, Megumi simply refuses to talk about your love life – even with his friends.

“I have no idea. But maybe minding your own business will help with your complexion or something”, Megumi bites back.

All of the sudden, Nobara smacks the back of his head hard.

“Hey, that’s pretty mean, you don’t have to be so rough!” Yuji complains in an instant.

“Both of you, shut up. I will just ask him when he returns. Why wouldn’t he tell me?”

“There are actually a lot of reasons not to tell you…”

“SHUT YOUR MOUTH FUSHIGURO!”

“Huh, what’s going on here? I’ve been gone for a minute and you’re already smacking your heads?”

Casually, Satoru sits down behind is desk, long legs stretched out in front of him while nipping at the coffee you just made him. Oh, how much he loves to pay you a small visit during work. Just to be assured that you’re fine, that the second years don’t get on your nerves while training them. He just loves to adore you from afar. Yes, and the minute he gets home, you’re all his and his alone.

“You’re wearing a ring on your finger”, Nobara suddenly blurts out.

Satoru tils his head to the side, gaze wandering over his wedding ring. While he normally never wears it in fear of losing it during some stupid mission, today is your anniversary. The urge to proudly show off his ring became much greater than any anxiety. Also, today is a teaching only day and he’ll return home with you by his side after this lesson is over. The things he has planned for both of you tonight…He smirks to himself, joyful like a child when thinking about the surprise that’s waiting for you at home.

“Gojo-sensei!”

Megumi’s urgent voice rips him out of his daydreams.

“So what? A ring has many meanings”, Satoru replies calmly.

You never talked about this. While you seem to silently agree that showing each other affection at Jujutsu High isn’t what you want and that you are keen to keep your relationship private, you never talked this through. Last week when you described Satoru Gojo so well as your favourite type of men, you never said his name once, probably turned completely red when Yuji mentioned it so casually.

“Yeah, like being married for example!”

“Maybe I am, who knows?”

Satoru intertwines his fingers behind the back of his head, smirking at Nobara who is close to lose her mind widely.

“Maybe you should leave him alone…”, Yuji suggests in hushed tones.

“Maybe you should shut up, Itadori. This is far too important to let it slide!”

“You are way too dramatic about this.”, Megumi comments dryly.

“You guys just don’t understand the magic behind this!”

“So you want to know what this ring means?”

Nobara’s eyes light up in an instant, filled with so much unveiled curiosity that Gojo can’t help but wonder why she is never this invested when it comes to learning.

“Please tell me!”

Let’s see what happens.

“This is my wedding ring. I’m married to (y/n) for three years by now.”

Thick silence, utter speechlessness. The expression on Nobara’s face is so priceless that the urge inside Satoru to take a picture and show it to you later almost becomes unbearable.

“What’s up, Kugisaki? Did you see a ghost?”

“There’s no way in hell this is true”, Nobara mutters into Yuji’s ear, which earns a serious nod from the pink-haired boy.

Wait, what? Satoru furrows his eyebrows while gazing at the girl in front of him in disbelief. What did she just say?

“Why on earth couldn’t this be true, huh?”, he barks at her, hands clenched into fists.

“(y/n) is a real sweetheart with great taste. I just don’t think she would get involved with someone like you. Also, she said that she likes muscular man. And she never wore a ring”, Nobara explains briefly, earning a death stare from Satoru Gojo himself.

Both Yuji and Nobara eye him up and down, critical expression plastered on their faces while whispering unclear things into each other’s ear.

Satoru is on the brick of losing it. Did his students just suggest that you are too good for him? And that he’s not muscular!?

“I am muscular!”, he cries out.

“Megumi-chan, tell them I’m married to (y/n).”

If the ground would be able to swallow Megumi whole, he would take that offer in an instant. They already discussed this stupid matter for over 10 minutes now, when will the lesson finally start?

“Don’t drag me into this. Just do your job”, Megumi mumbles in annoyance.

Of course, Satoru is very aware of the fact that you are striking gorgeous, popular even beyond the boundaries of Jujutsu High. Damn, even here there might be some men who’d want you. But he is the strongest, he is good-looking, he is funny…Why on earth wouldn’t you be married to him?

“See? Nice try Gojo-sensei, but we don’t fall for your shit.”

He can’t believe his ears, face so red that Megumi slides back in his chair just in chase.

“You brats have absolutely no idea what love actually is! I won’t let you tell me who I’m married to or not!”, Satoru spits at his students, catching the attention of you.

Huh, what’s going on inside that classroom? You were on your way to grab some cursed weapons to show Maki, but the way your husband’s furious voice is heard through the entire hall makes you stop in front of his slightly opened door.

“Why are you screaming around here, Sir?”, you question, gazing at Nobara in confusion as she almost breaks down in tears from laughing her ass off.

“(y/n), darling, tell my students that you are my wife!”, Satoru demands.

Is that why he’s so stressed, because he wanted to tell his students that the both of you are married? What is going on here?

“I already told him multiple times we don’t believe him. Last week you said you like muscular man-“

“I AM MUSCULAR!”

You desperately try to hold back a laughter, the stressed out look on your husband’s face being enough to let a little giggle escape your lips. How on earth did that topic even pop up? Your gazer wanders to the wedding ring on his cramped finger, heart filling with warmth in an instant. Oh, he really wears it.

“Maybe he’s wearing that ring only for attention…”, Nobara whispers into Yuji’s ear.

“This is getting ridiculous”, Megumi comments.

“Why don’t we all just calm down a little? Your lesson started 15 minutes ago, why are you still arguing around?”, you playfully throw at your husband.

Despite the fact that you want to throw yourself in his arms right away, you keep your cool composure. This is what he gets for picking on you last week. You’ll make him suffer just the way he did it to you.

“You are supposed to help me with this!”, he complains.

“I am supposed to work right now”, you reply sweetly before turning on your heels and closing the door.

You can’t hold back any longer. Tears start to tickle in your eyes, that priceless look on his face. Oh god, you can’t stop laughing. This evening will definitely be entertaining.

-in the evening-

“Hello, stranger”, you playfully greet your husband as soon as he returns from work, blue orbs almost piercing through you.

“You are supposed to help me! Why didn’t they believe me? I’m I really that much of a downgrade compared to you?”

That little pout forming on his delicate face warms your heart in an instant.

“Maybe it’s better this way. I like to enjoy my time with you in privacy. Nice try though”, you playfully remark, your hands gently running through his soft white hair.

Suddenly he grabs your legs, pulling your body up in the air while all you can to is shriek and laugh out lough. He carries you into the bedroom, letting your body fall onto the soft mattress.

“I will make you pay for not helping me out today you traitor.”

“Then I’m happy to be a traitor.”

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fandomrose · 24 days

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Sunday - Love Hypnosis

Sunday hypnotises you (consensually) to relax you.

No spoilers.

No description of reader or readers troubles so project what you are personally struggling with as you see fit.

No angst just fluff. I thought this concept would be cute. I've seen many a yandere Sunday hypnotises you, and that's great but consider - consent and fluff.

(This isn't a jab, I too enjoy a yandere fic from time to time but I also want to see fluff and I haven't seen this done in a fluffy way yet.)

I don't know why I'm mildly obsessed with this man but I am. (Cough Cough, I read maximum ride as a kid and now I automatically fall in love with winged characters. Cough Cough.) I need him to hypnotise me please and thank you.

(I have a few fics in the works that I need to finish but I'm struggling.)

As usual enjoy. Love ya 💙

"Darling?" Came the light and airy tone of your beloved. Though there was a hint of worry in his voice as he took in your face down, slumped form. "Are you alright?"

He could tell very well that you were not alright. But he would coax an answer out of you one way or another. Though the only answer he received was a groan.

"Darling." He sighs but chuckles at your obviously aggravated self. "Allow me to help you."

Your body goes limp as you let him move you from a sofa to your shared bed. "My darling. Tell me what's gotten into you."

He chuckles as you groan out a single word relating to your issues. "Life."

"Oh, my darling. You'll let me soothe you for the night won't you?" He only felt it was right after the many nights you had soothed him.

Patient, kind, understanding. Three words that when asked by others what you think about each other, you'd both say about each other. A pure give and take without a scoreboard, that's how you operated. You were both busy or stressed for one reason or another so that's how things had to be.

The simple love you shared was enough most days but sometimes things went wrong.

Sunday had performed hypnosis on you before so he knew it worked but he'd never engage unless you agreed. You knew the question he asked meant he wanted to soothe you via hypnosis, and with the state of your mind you would happily agree.

"Please do."

He wouldn't offer if he didn't have the energy you knew this, a rather large argument took care of that when he'd overworked himself then passed out after hypnotising you once and a medic had to be rushed in. Needless to say, you weren't happy with his carelessness. And seeing how upset you were he agreed to be more careful with his health.

You didn't want to think anymore so as you lay there looking up at him with your tired eyes and weary mind, he smiles. He caresses your face and hair before taking a deep breath and reciting that familiar chant.

"Oh triple faced soul, allow me to take hold of this one's mind and soothe them of all worries and burdens. The word Beloved will be the catalyst for control."

With that simple incantation your mind belonged to Sunday for a short while. Your mind felt fuzzy and slow but not unpleasantly, the way it would when you achieved complete relaxation.

Like he had done before, he would take you through your nightly routine with this hypnosis.

"Beloved, follow me to to the bathroom." He helped you up while your body automatically followed his words and stood up.

Walking was about the most complex task you could complete, he wasn't Xipe Themself, so his power only went so far.

"Beloved, lift your arms."

You do as told and he aids in stripping you, ready to be cleaned.

"Beloved, sit on this stool and close your eyes."

You again do as told his voice muffled through the layers of hypnosis, but soothing nonetheless. "I am going to wash your face first darling." He always narrates what he does before doing it as not to startle you.

You felt a cool, wet, cloth glide over your face and you can't help but sigh with satisfaction. You feel it gently caress your cheeks and softly rub your eyes tickle behind your ears. You hear the cloth being rinsed and wrung, the muffled sounds of the water soothing you further.

"I am going to wash your upper body now darling." And, as before, you feel the damp cloth glide over your neck and upper body, letting him move you has he sees fit. Soft humming coming from him lulls you deeper into his hypnosis. The cloth glides down and caresses your chest before moving to wash your back. You'd make sounds of relaxed satisfaction if you could but your exhausted body coupled with the hypnosis has made your brain devoid of any thought or control. Just how you want it.

He moves back to the front of you with a new cloth. "Beloved, spread your legs, I need to clean you."

Your body complies without hesitation and that's what he does, making sure to be extra gentle around this sensitive area. He is thorough but doesn't linger long this time, not wanting to spark anything in you this evening.

Standing to switch the cloth again, "I'm going to wash your legs and feet now darling." Still being as gentle as ever his hands and the cloth slowly makes their way down your legs massaging them as they go. A light massage is given to your feet as well before he finishes and pats you dry with a towel before he deems your body clean.

"Beloved, open your mouth wide."

He orders next, your mind too fuzzy to think of what else could be doing. You hear more water then feel a hand on your chin. "I'm going to brush your teeth darling." Then light scrubbing of your teeth and tongue can be felt, he is thorough with this area too. Not wanting to be the reason you have cavities he takes his time. Not too long later he finishes with you. You can hear things being put away and muffled sounds of him walking around you, maybe inspecting you. Before he stops in front and,

"Beloved, open your eyes and stand up. Its time to go to bed."

You're led back into the bedroom now that he is satisfied that you are clean. "Beloved, are you ready to sleep?"

Compelled to answer, you do. "yes"

"Beloved, do you want to sleep with me?"

"Yes"

"Good, let's get to sleep then shall we."

The sounds of fabric and draws is all you hear for a moment before he guides you into bed with him.

"Beloved, lay down."

When he's satisfied you are comfortable You feel his soft skin against yours, the wings on his head lightly brushing your face in reverence before he pulls them back. It isn't often he blesses you with his naked body, the vulnerability gets to him at times.

Once you've laid down and he's pulled you close he asked one more question.

"Beloved, are you ready to be released from hypnosis?"

"Yes"

As the words leave your lips he begins the incantation to remove his influence on your mind.

"Oh triple faced soul, this one has completed this ones tasks and can now be freed from the shackles of my control with no burden."

Everything goes still as your senses return slowly, reacclimating you to reality. A few minutes pass of him softly stroking your head and neck while you come back to him.

"Thank you Sunday" a soft whisper conveying how grateful you are before you promptly pass out the exhaustion and relaxation hitting you full force as you melt into the bed and his arms.

"Oh my beloved, I'd do anything to see you happy and relaxed like this more often. I am grateful for all you do for me so it's only natural. I love you, so much my beloved."

He whispers to your sleeping self, pressing small kisses to your forehead, cheeks and nose. Watching the small twitches at the contact makes his evening and he feels like he too can finally relax.

#hsr x reader #hsr sunday #hsr sunday x reader #sunday x reader #honkai star rail x reader #i needed fluffy hypnosis so i wrote it myself yay #i headcanon him as someone who would excessively use pet names because he finds them cute #and a sense of ownership but shush #but hes really just a tired dude whose life is spiralling out of control and i just want to hug him and stroke his wings #maybe reverse comfort for him next #i have a Neuvillette amd a clive rosfield fic in the works #i want to write for Aventurine but im a bit scared #also ratio #i love him more than i did when he was introduced thanks 2.1 #anyway excited for patch 2.2 Sunday. wanna see him go even crazier but also see him nice and relaxed you know?#the duality of man #this isnt my best work ever but im happy ish with it and just want to get it out.#if you do have constructive criticism thats fine please and thank you #they could never make me hate you sunday #i love him even more after 2.2

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My Recommended Fic List

So, I got this ask awhile ago, and since I have been re-reading a bunch of my old favorite fics as a way to cheer up after work I figured why not. This list will be long... and varied but mostly its older fics cuz idk there my favs. Now lets go:

Fashion Upgrade - By @soap-lady : Straight up one of my favorite fics ever, its fun, its creative, it never fails to make me laugh when I need something warm and wholesome after a bad day. Also go check out the rest of her stuff there's so much good okay like shes just a writing queen. Shes on AO3 I don't want to spoil you on her other stuff just GO experience it for yourself.

Ode To Decoy pt 1 / 2 / 3 - By @a-marlene-s : Ive always liked this short sweet little fic about Lila getting caught. Its Lila + class salt though so avoid if that's not your flavor.

EVERYTHING - By @unmaskedagain : They have salt, they have sugar, they have funny, they have crossovers. Like honestly they are a just a great writer with so much variety so go check out the masterlist I linked and I guarantee there will be something there you like.

@ravennm84 Is a writer on the saltier side but they have a wonderful selection of weird wacky tales from the salty but oh so well written Damning Evidence that sees Lila get caught in the best way to the 3 part Horror inspired Serafina other great fics from them include Marinettes Family Court Circus pt 1 / 2 and Of Moldy Bread and Cockroaches / Be Kind to Servers honestly its worth giving there blog a look.

@mochinek0 Is another writer with several beloved fics. They write a lot of Maribat and we love them for it. Ones to check out would be Blind Date / Bruce vs Gabriel just go check out there tag list of daminette for more.

Accidental Crime Boss Marinette - By @lady-literature : This is a wonderful idea and a wonderful little fic and I just... I just like it okay. Sadly I haven't read a lot of there other stuff... But I might after finishing this list considering how much I enjoy this one.

@nobodyfamousposts I love a LOT of there fics. They are one of the best when it comes to striking that sweet spot of calling out the show for some of its garbage while not getting so salty that you cant have fun lighthearted goodness. I have been looking for a masterlist of there work but cant find one so just go stalk there tags. I do recommend there Chloe's Lament Series 1 / 2 exploring how certain 'wishes' would backfire. Guardian Assistant Kevin is also a good one Miracle Queen Aftermath pt 1 / 2 / The 8 parter Burn the Witch series / The Wisdom Teeth Reveal / Kagami Vs The Wall of Faces / Resigning With Grace & Spite / I tried to give a lot of links cuz they have a lot of stuff

Kill Them With Kindness - By @luki-fanfic : Well written, good salt without going overboard. Just good vibes. I havent stalked there other stuff but if its anything like this fic its probably excellent quality.

Stephen Vladislav pt 1 / 2 - By @stormiclown : Adrien centered salt on the idea of finally giving Adrien his own proper rival. I like the idea of Adrien having a rival because its usually Marinette and this was just the right length to get those creative ideas flowing. Also just well written what more can you ask for.

Power Trip - By @storygirl000 : This was the first fic that made me go... Wait would it be more fun if Lila was actually competent? And that set me on the path to writing my own fics where Lila is more villainous and more capable. Its short, well written. Good.

Your Wish is My Command - By DemiGoddess28 on AO3 : A great 11 chapter fic looking into Lila's life if she were to win and get a miraculous wish. Its got sugary goodness for our protagonists and the class and salt for our dearest friend Lila.

LadyBugOut AU - By Miraculous-Content on AO3 : A 50 chapter fic made up of snippets and ideas. I found it really inspiring in many ways. I also love how it redeems Marinettes classmates showing how and why they were tricked but holding them accountable anyway its just... Good.

Juleka vs The Forces of the Universe - By goldenlaurelleaves on AO3 : For those of us not yet ready to accept the death of luka/mari we have this wonderful fic showing Juleka being the biggest wingman as she helps these idiots find there way together.

ChaoticNeutral on AO3 has there own Chloe's Lament fic as well as a Gabriel's Lament fic for people who need sweet salty of those two characters.

BroadwayCutie16 was Inspired by the person above and DemiGoddesses your wish is my command fic to write Lila's Lament fic going over Lilas failed wish. Honestly I always love these fics because there just so interesting and the way wishes can be taken and twisted is always a fascinating idea to me.

#WayneAngel - By Tired-Writing-Teach on AO3 : For us Maribat lovers. Its fun and lighthearted with some good gags and some light fluff.

Damian in Paris - By Lilliesandliveries on AO3 : A sweet Maribat series showing what would happen if Damian ran away from home and found himself in Paris and getting therapy.

How a Demon Commissions an Angel - By AlixAnonymous : Damian blackmails Marinette into letting him be her client so he can get his bros the best gifts, they end up becoming penpal buddies.

Mythomania - By LadyEnna_50 on AO3 : Proof that I dont hate Adrien or Mari/Adrien. In this fic Adrien's spine gets titanium plating and he sees just how bad Lila is hurting Marinette and does something about it.

The Contingency - By AbyssalGuardian on AO3 : SALT. Also Tim/Mari but even still I love the way this was written, the style, and some of the ideas just ugh love it. Its not for those who dont like salt so just avoid at your own discretion. Its about a chaotic Marinette done with her life running away to Gotham where she meets her true black cat, and gets her life back on track.

The String That Binds Us - By FaithAndATypeWriter on AO3 : Okay so is there any Mari/Bat fan who hasnt already heard of this one? Who cares its good, its cute, I love it. May the author be blessed with snacks.

The Great IKEA Game - By @batsandbugs : Okay again... I think every Mari/Bat fan has probably heard of this one already because its just that good and that popular. But who cares I am recommending it anyway. Don't read if your allergic to fun I guess.

If this list still doesn't somehow have enough salt for you then try @goggles-mcgee fics here is a link to there Masterlist. They are in a way a professional at salt and angst and they make you want to adopt Marinette and pop her in a blanket fort.

Honestly I could keep going but this list already feels so long for other great recs though I can link you to @jayphoenic who has some great Daminette Fic Recs and some Lila Salt Fic Recs!

Feel free to reblog this and add some links to stuff you would think I or others might like! Also lets just acknowledge how many talented authors the community has like wow.

#its just me #miraculous ladybug #not my fic #fic rec #lila salt #dc x mlb #daminette #kagaminette #adrienette #lukanette #ml salt #adrien salt

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Ascendant Astarion Recommendations!

I'm a fan of both Spawn and Ascendant Astarion so I do enjoy reading both. But if you want to explore and read some good shit~ Ascendant fics well here you go~

I've read a lot so bear with me, These are my TOPS~

I LOVE ALL OF THESE:

A Gift, A Curse by @elemit - This updates daily most of the time, the author is getting busy IRL but it should be back on a daily update again soon I think. This is one of the darker theme of Ascendant Astarion "50 shades of 'FCKNG LITTLE TWAT' Ancunin" as one of the comment says haha some scenes are "traumatic" but the rollercoaster ride of emotions you'll get on this story is one for the books! ONGOING!

Fangs and Fractured Hearts - by @fangsandfracturedhearts - This one's one of the softer sides of the Ascendant, the dynamic of Tav and Astarion here is exquisite! The cliffhanger on this one just uggghhhhh. i love it!! ONGOING!

Hellish Rebuke by @bludazey this one's a classic! the details on this story is so genius I swear. Also I think a lot of Astarion fanfic writers got inspired with the Devil's dealing here. Also Tav here is effing smart and just chef's kiss! such a great heroine! ONGOING!

His Star - His Queen [Originally titled Across Stars and Time] by ARandomIntrovert - Now this a bit different, What if multiverse exists? Now there's two Astarions fighting over you, Spawn VS Ascendant, where do you think this would go? :)) Story's definitely amazing and unique! I easily got invested. haha ONGOING!

In Another Life by @locallegume - Definitely a softer side of the Ascendant but Tav and Astarion's dynamic here is one of my fave! <3 Tav here is not the overly good role model we usually read, she's troubled too and definitely has effed up issues. but sometimes you just need to find your own freak and be together forever. ONGOING!

Pieces Still Stuck In Your Teeth - by @howlsmovinglibrary / @wetcatspellcaster - The amount of Banter and D&D Lore on this one is superb! you have to watch out for the writer's notes! I love how I get to learn more D&D stuff and godssss how many times I almost got so swayed by the Ascendant here! good thing Tav's so good at bantering haha ONGOING!

Remember ye not the former things by @brabblesblog - THE SEQUEL!! It focuses more on the aftermath and them working out their relationship, a lot more TAV bg story but gods, Astarion here , I just want to smother him with cuddles and kisses, TAKE MEEEEE ONGOING!

Whither is thy beloved gone? by @brabblesblog -

It has a sequel!!! - that's how good it is! <3 also The Ascendant here is my favorite! The confrontations are just so real and so true I caaaaan't. He wrote the Ascendant so good I actually sided with him more than Tav! A lot of smut ngl but I got into the characters more that I should have. you're missing out if you haven't read this. COMPLETED!

Most of these are still ongoing but I am updated w/ each, along with other Spawn Astarion fics :)) They are all good! some more soft than the others, some darker and evil :))

Let me know if you guys want to get some Spawn Astarion fics recommendations!

#my day starts and ends with me just reading Astarion fanfics tbh #my life is just him now #I live for these now tbh coz larian isn't going to add more!!!#astarion #bg3 #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion fic #just me rambling #ascended astarion x tav #ascended astarion

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Would you kindly write a sequel to the "Bun in the Oven" fic please? and thank you!!!!

You are my very first ask - like, ever! I hope you enjoy.

C/W: Pregnancy, labor

A/N: You'll need to read Part 1 for context

Bun in the Oven (Part 2)

Willy was so excited about the news that he practically ran to the library the next morning to tell Noodle. He rushed through the door, yelling, "Noodle, I..." before a patron shushed him. "Oops, sorry!" he cringed and whisper-yelled in response.

Noodle ran out from behind the desk to grab Willy's arm and pulled him to the office. "Willy, you know the library rules. You gotta be quiet. Wait...," she paused with furrowed brow. "Is everything okay? Why aren't you at the factory or store? And why are you out of breath? Did you run over here?"

"I did! I have the most stupendous news." He paused for a breath. "[Y/N] is going to have a baby! You're going to be an aunt!" Willy picked her up and spun her around. He looked like he had eaten a hover choc; he was so excited that he could barely keep his feet on the ground.

"Whoa!! How long do I have to wait?" she asked through her grin.

"About seven or eight months. It's very early yet. Which gives me time."

"Time for what?" Noodle questioned.

"To learn everything I can, of course! There weren't exactly many expectant mothers or babies on my voyages. I didn't have any siblings to care for, either. I know little to nothing about how to take care of [Y/N] or the baby. I need to know what to expect for...expecting."

"Well, Willy, you've come to the right place to learn things. Let's get started!" Noodle started thumbing through the catalog, and off they went on a scavenger hunt for facts.

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It was nearly lunchtime by the time they finished. Willy decided he would pay you a visit at work before heading back to the factory. This was a common occurrence, so much so that he was on a first name basis with all your coworkers, and they him.

"Hey, Willy!" the secretary said warmly. "[Y/N] is in the back."

"Great! Thanks, Sarah!" Willy smiled back. He ventured to the back of the shop to find you in the breakroom contentedly humming to yourself while getting your lunch ready. You hadn't yet spotted him, so he took advantage of the moment to stop and stare. You were already glowing. Sensing someone behind you, you looked up and beamed at him. "Willy! What are you doing here?"

"Hello, my sweet." He leaned down to kiss the top of your head, then sat down next to you. "You know, I can't wait to hear you hum like that to the baby. Did you know he or she is about the size of a pea right now?"

"I did not. Where did you learn this? Let me guess, you've already paid dear Noodle a visit at the library?"

"Indeed. I haven't even been to the factory yet today. I want to learn everything I can so I can take good care of you and the baby." He held up a bag of books he had checked out.

Tears started welling up in your eyes at the evidence of how genuinely excited Willy was about the prospect of being a father. He was diving head first into this experience, even doing research despite his challenges with reading. Seeing your tears, his smile faltered. "Am I overwhelming you?" he asked in a small voice.

"No, my love. I'm just so happy that you are so happy that I just can't contain it," you replied.

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The months that followed did little to quell his excitement. He took great pleasure in telling the news to anyone who would listen, even once it became obvious. The whole town knew very quickly that the famous chocolatier and his wife were expecting.

You could not have asked for a better partner than Willy. He was quick to track down the object of your cravings at any time of day. He doted on you and did everything he could to ease your discomfort as your belly grew. He was tempted to make a chocolate remedy for anything that ailed you, but he also didn't want you testing his recipes unless he knew for certain that every ingredient was safe for baby.

It became Willy's evening routine to sing softly to your belly when he came home from the factory. You had been feeling flutters and kicks for a couple of months before he could finally feel them, too. The first time was a moment you'll cherish forever. You played with his hair as he rested his head in your lap. He suddenly stopped singing mid-lullaby. You looked down in time to see the shock on his face. "Was that...did the baby just kick?!" You smiled and nodded. He sat up and rested his large hand against your belly in time to feel another kick. He had the biggest, goofiest grin you had ever seen. After that, it became a little game between the two of them. Willy would nudge, baby would nudge, and so on.

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You kept working until the last month of pregnancy, and that was only because Willy begged you to take leave and rest. Since business had picked up at the factory and stores, you could afford to take some time off; however, you needed to stay busy to keep your sanity. You used the time to put finishing touches on the baby's room.

Noodle often came by to check on you during her breaks or after the library closed. You were grateful to her for satisfying your craving for social interaction that was no longer fulfilled by your coworkers at the shop. It was lonely at home during the day when Willy was at work.

Like Willy, Noodle had also taken an interest in feeling the baby move around. The little one would suddenly become very active when they heard her voice. "Seems like we both like it when you stop by for a visit, Noodle."

"Do you think the baby will be a boy or a girl?" she asked as she looked up from her hands on your belly.

"I think it's a girl. Willy guesses a boy. What do you think?"

"I think...," she froze as she felt your belly tighten and sees you clench your teeth. "Are you alright?"

You took a breath and waved her off. "Oh, I'm fine. I've been having some discomfort off and on today, but it doesn't last long. What were you going to say?"

She eyed you suspiciously, "Ok, if you say so. I think it's a girl. But I will love them regardless."

You smiled. "Me, too. Now would you like a snack? I made some chocolate chip cook...," you paused as another more intense wave of pain radiated across your midsection. "Cookies."

Noodle stared at you with one eyebrow raised. "You can deny it all you want, but I think you're in labor. That wasn't even five minutes since the last contraction."

"Sounds like you have been studying with Willy," you said with a smirk.

"Should I go get him?"

"No, I don't want to bother him right now. This my first baby so it will take a while, even if this really is the start of labor. How about we play a game to pass the time? Dealer's choice." You broke out a deck of cards to distract the girl, but you remained keenly aware of the frequency of your discomfort.

About an hour later, you were overcome with pain, not just discomfort, severe enough that you couldn't talk through it. Noodle grabbed your hand in concern. When the pain subsided, she announced, "Alright, I am going to get Willy."

"Good idea, because I think my water just broke."

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Noodle ran to the factory as fast as her legs could take her. After asking three Oompa Loompas, she finally found Willy elbow deep in the mechanics of his taffy pulling machine.

"Hey, Streudel! How's it...wait, why are you out of breath? Did you run here? Is it [Y/N]? Is she in labor?" Noodle, out of breath, could only nod once before Willy took off running. There would be no catching up to his long legs, so she took a pause on a candy mushroom by the chocolate river to catch her breath.

Willy [barely] had the wherewithal to stop at his desk on the way out to call the midwife. Coat, hat, and cane in hand, he bolted out the factory gate and headed for home. He came in to find you leaning against the kitchen wall with one hand and holding your back with the other. You heard him enter, but you were in too much pain to acknowledge him. Without a word, he came up behind you and started applying pressure in just the right spot of your lower back to ease some discomfort, enough that you could speak again.

"You have magical hands, my love," you sighed as you leaned against him.

"I called the midwife. She should be here soon," Willy said calmly. By the time she arrived, he had already gotten you settled in the bedroom. He never left your side, helping you into whatever position felt best to labor in.

After what felt like a lifetime, your son was born into Willy's arms in the wee hours of the night. The midwife patted Willy's cheeks and commented that they didn't even need her. He had it all under control. A tired smile graced your face as you took in the scene. All that studying paid off after all, you thought.

The midwife checked the baby boy over, cleaned him up, and handed him back to the proud father. "Hello, my little cocoa bean," you heard him whisper in awe. "I'm your papa."

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Can you drop some long series recs (any fandom!)?! I haven't had any come across my dash >.< Would love to read some!

omg of course!! I HAVE SO SO MANY RECS! a lot of the ones i've seen recently are ongoing, but i hope you give them a go & keep watching for updates <3 i have read quite a variety, so hopefully there's something for you tehe. some of them i haven't read yet, but have been on my list bc i enjoy their other works :) so i recommend them to since i know the writers are amazing!!

across the universe by @lovedazai (dazai, complete) - mai actually just posted the last part yesterday, so this is a great one to start with tehe. everything she writes is so lovely & she knows dazai sooo well. i'm so excited to see finish it!

to have and to hold by @fedyenkas (chuuya, ongoing) - i just started this one today & it's so so amazing so far !! chuuyas characterization in it is sooo yummy. i haven't read a hybrid series before, so it's super unique to see how that fits into the bsd universe.

noble blood by @forest-hashira (satoru & suguru, ongoing) - i haven't read this one yet, but both of fallon's entries for my collab were incredible, so i can only imagine this is too! plus, the premise is SO insane, it's about dragon riders, and there's an entire sheet with all lore that they've created !! i can see how much love and care was put into this one, so i can't wait to check it out !!

oh, baby! by @tetsuskei (kuroo, ongoing) - i have yet to read the first part (everyone throw tomatoes at me) but risu posted some parts on her old blog & i read it there! it's so so sweet!! i looove all her writing, and dad!kuroo is just the cutest thing EVER.

waterloo by @fyorina (dazai, ongoing) - i haven't read this one yet either but i am SO SO incredibly excited to get to it. this one is going to be long, so it might be what you're looking for !! the first two parts are out already, and there's a posting schedule if you want to know when they're coming out :)

bulletproof love by @staryukis (gojo, ongoing) - i've really enjoyed this one so far and logan's writing is so captivating <3 it feels just like missing scenes from in between the canon jjk storyline. logan also has a mini zombie apocalypse series i've been excited to read after reading the other series !! it's dying (for your love).

regrets by @/kingkonoha (levi, complete) is so good !! i still need to finish it, but the concept is super cool & the reader is the antagonist so it's a really interesting spin on levi's actions in the canon universe.

tidal temptations by @fyodorloveclub (fyodor, ongoing) - i have also yet to read this one (cries myself to sleep my tbr is never ending), but everything flora writes is incredible, so i have no doubt this one is too. it's a merman fyodor fic, which is such a cool concept i'm so excited to see where it goes !!!

hell within reach by @/ddarker-dreams (chrollo, complete) - omg. ok i read this one like 2 years ago LOL, but it's finished and its about 80k long, and it's so good <3 i used to be an insane chrollo girlie & this is one of my favorite fics about him.

lover's delight by @lovelyluc (diluc, ongoing) - i don't even play genshin or know anything about it HSHFSDFH but this one is so sweet <3 you can really see how much awea loves diluc in this series, which is my favorite thing about reading fics, and it has so many of my favorite tropes !!

geheinisse by @honeybleed (jean & reiner, ongoing) - only the first part of this is out but it's SO INCREDIBLE. there's so much drama already, and nara does such a great job of setting the scene while getting you hooked immediately. nara also has a two part reiner fic (the first part is decades) that's completed and over 10k words that i'll never forget! her characterization of reiner is so yummy.

if it wasn't for him (would you have me) by @gojoath (yuuta, ongoing) - cella's the ceo of yandere yuuta, so if you're into him, i can't think of anyone else to recommend !!! cella wrote another yuuta series that i think is completed, so there are lots of amazing things to read on her blog <3

@osaemu has a streamer!gojo series that are all in the same universe & connect! they're so funny & everything sabs writes is amazing, so i encourage you to check out her work if you haven't

the lakehouse by @tetzoro (kuroo, ongoing) - rahhh i'm the worst bc i still haven't read this but aims is one of my favorite writers on here, so trust me it's amazing. this was written for october, so if you're missing autumn rn def read this one! aims also has another kuroo series coming soon <3

i know i left some people out, so if you're ever in need of any other recs, pls lmk tehe. and if you're a mootie of mine but have a series i didn't include, send it my way <3 but hopefully all these amazing ones will get you started!

#໒꒱ rylie's angels

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📚 10 f1 fics i've loved lately 🏎️

been thinking a lot about how to organise fic recs into some sort of sensible post, 'cus there are so many (great!) pairings and (delicious!) driver combinations, not to mention so many varying styles of fic and SUPER TALENTED WRITERS!!111!!

just gonna list a bunch in no particular order, with accompanying pics, so you can get a sense of the vibes.

'cus what is f1 rpf but all about the ✨ vibes?! 🏁

p.s. people are in this community making amazing stuff for freeee!! if you liked these please leave a kudos or a comment, it makes a writer's day 🫡

let's gooooo--

objects in the mirror by linearity (@drivestraight) charles/max. 87k words (series), rated t then e

listen. LISTEN! charles to rbr is one of the best premises ever and i will read it in like a thousand iterations. but this fic. this fic series in particular cleared my skin, made me want to cut my hair into a bob out of sheer emotion. i would be remiss not to start with this one because its impact on my f1 rpf trajectory should be studied by science. you know when a story just jumps off the page and it's so real that it becomes your canon. a kind of meteoric inevitability. plus, i almost never cry at fics. but by the time the third act of this one hit, i just went -- damn, am i rly about to tear up at a f1 rpf fanfiction rn? (yes.)

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sawtooth by nottonyharrison (@nottonyharrison) charles/max. 40k words, rated e

max as a f1 engineer? for CARLOS at FERRARI? sign me the fuckkk up. first off, awesome premise. there's always going to be something so heartwrenching about "what ifs", especially in any universe where max isn't a racer. despite the change of circumstances, just... the sheer poetry of two characters who just inexplicably find their way to each other in any universe... 🤧 also this story nails racing scenes in a way that's so visceral, i feel like a fly on the damn halo with them. and, aside from the gourmet lestappen, carlos's whole thing in this fic is joyous! spicy! he's so unapologetic and vaguely annoying! hilarious! + the swimming pool scene lives rent-free in my head.

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salt skin by peachbellini (@strawberry-daiquiris) oscar/lando. 12k words, rated e

this fic is magic. literally and figuratively. (MERMAID LANDO???? MERMAID LANDO.) the kind of story that makes you gasp and melt a little bit. and made me want to throw my phone at the writer, 'cause it's really that good. the yearning, the metaphor for all that's monstrous, a boy who is lost (and the boy who he finds, is equally so). this is just beautifully written and a little quirky and so well executed. i think i put it in my bookmarks as "what if lando was a mermaid and it was filmed by a24" or something. pearl of a story.

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hockey!! shrimp colors :) by leafmeal0ne (@ocontraire) oscar/lando. 13k words, rated t

leaf meal one. i have only known you a week but if anything were to happen to you i would wreck everyone in the room including myself. in all seriousness, anything that leaf writes is brilliant. they're one of these writers who could do a throwaway line on the label of a ketchup bottle and i will probably scream about it. the precision, the way they switch up sentence structures, the freaking darcy-level regency yearning transposed onto a contemporary sports setting. i'd rec all of leaf's sports AUs and i'll probably talk about more in a future fic rec post. BUT. the hockeyyy one my GOD. the barely restrained violence, their mutual desire, the theme of finding your place... *wails uncontrollably*

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you almost unearthly thing by anonymous max/daniel, 3.7k words, rated g

max is a governess(govern..lad?) and daniel is the mystery man at the manor. this was a response to a request i made in the kinkmeme! (if you haven't read those fics go check 'em out, there are so many great ones, and not necessarily all rated e). this is a criminally underrated little story that has my favourite repressed feelings + people dancing around each other + gothic vibes + "what the hell is wrong with y'all in this tale" combo that i really adore. it's really well written and captures the atmosphere so well.

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the so-called narrative by antimonyandthyme (@antimonyandthyme) oscar/carlos, 10k words, rated e

i'm once again asking why there are only 7 carlos/oscar works in the tag. I'M ONCE AGAIN ASKING-- *is sedated*. *jolts awake* okay but for real this is a great story. hot, fake-friendship-to-situationship which so happens is one of my favourite places to be. also hello miscommunication/they're so weird about it/they both want each other but can't express themselves for shit/insane racer boys energy.

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and silver, and samarium by pink_mink (@on-softs) george/toto, 5.2k words, rated e

i profess i am not usually the biggest fan of A/B/O (altho!! this fandom has made me go BUT ACTUALLY HM at least a few times). and this fic freaking nails it, along with the twisted power dynamics between TPs and drivers, as seen through the lens of omegaverse. this story rattles around my head like a stubborn ghoul just from the style and prose and sheer audacity alone. george kneeling at toto's knees while he's working..... ohhhhhhhhh i was this close to calling my lawyers.

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algorithm by anney (@badboy-george) charles/max, 16k words, rated e

i LOVE, LOOOOVE a sci fi concept alright. love that shit, will inhale it like moon dust with zero regrets. and what a fantastic one this one is!! the premise is that the FIA can now statistically show the compatibility of drivers on the grid and it's very pacific rim-y drift compatible, mixed with the surreal vibes of eternal sunshine or HER or some such. it should be outrageous, but it really works. that's the beauty of a great fic right there.

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trajectory of trojan asteroids by redpaint (@redpaint) nico/lewis, 3.3k words, rated g

also one of the fics i first read when i hopped on board the f1 rpf train. the pain and poignancy just gets worse the more i learn about brocedes. you know when you're like "there's no way this was reallll" and then you're like "fuck, it was so real". then you get a fic like this that just encapsulates all that rage and loss and grief and upset, set against the starry vista of endless space. *clutches tablecloth* god.

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p.s please bear in mind that these recs are entirely subjective! i enjoy loads of f1 stories but these are the ones that have especially stuck with me for some inexplicable reason.

p.p.s if your fic is on here and you want it taken off for whatever reason, i'm happy to, no questions asked 💛

BYE for now / until part 2. (i also love talking to ppl about fics so pls feel free to send an ask or hit me up in DMs or whatever.)

xoxo, -- wizz

#f1 fic rec #f1 fanfiction #lestappen #landoscar #maxiel #groto #brocedes #f1 rpf fic #i don't know that carlos/oscar have a ship name yet?#sainztri?#Carloscar #f1 rpf #wiz.recs #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #did i spend a full hour at work doing this last week instead of my actual work?#yes -- very yes

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erineas · 4 months

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Hey/

Did you see 6 skeletons 1 maid updated?

Thoughts?

I was saving this ask to make a little comic of how that last chapter felt but- lets say it didn't turn out how i wanted. Instead, i just dug out some of my old Maid-chan drawings and stared at them blankly for the next days.

I'm still particularly fixed on this one little page:

Mister Green was my absolute favorite and the only light i saw at the end of her tunnel. He was so kind and sweet, and pretty much the only one that treated her like a person (besides Yellow of course). When i first read this fic so many years ago i didn't trully realized the dark tone of this story but i still chose the only "healthy" option. I wanted MC to be happy and free, and oh how i wanted him to give her that. I held those drawings of him for years imagining a chapter where they would encounter again and that would drive her to a better ending (either skeletons overcoming their issues and treating her with respect or him taking her away).

But then this final chapter appeared and it was... a thing.

(Kinda spoilers for the babes that haven't read it)

First of all, I FINALLY GOT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED AFTER BEACH CHAPTERS OMG I NEEDED THAT

Second of all, it didn't look good at all and it was getting worse as I read. But then good because it was a week alone for her to rest and Sans was eating with her?? But also that whole scene reminded me how bad her situation really was so it actually wasn't good at all.

And then the scene that broke me.

I was aware that I wanted her to flee before, but I never thought she could.

It was oddly satisfying, if not a bit anxiety inducing because of the thought that they would caught her eventually. As always.

But then Asgore, and Orange. And nothing...

I got mad that he found her. Which was a weird feeling since I remember liking him a lot. It felt to me like he ruined her good enough ending. But despite that, it makes sense it was him so I don't complain.

What crushed me though, wasn't that she couldn't say goodbye or that Sans got tired of trying to get her back. It was the fact the Gs didn't even try looking for her. They didn't even got mentioned. What happened there, I wonder. Didn't they like her? Care for her? Mister Green wrote her letters, of course he liked her. But then why...?

Suddenly he looked like a fairytale.

The ending was great, finally lending her the ability to choose. It made absolutely everything worth it and the way it was written made me feel like I do have a say in the matter. And for the first time, i didn't choose the skeletons.

I realized she could find her happy ending alone.

(My live reaction)

#Thank you for asking I'm still not over this fic but I'm so relieved we got some kind of closure yknow #Seeing maid-chan after so many years felt like meeting an old friend #and they summarize the hell they went through just to finish it with a “but I'm ok now”#I wanted to hug her so bad #I'm just glad she's free #I still love my skellies duh but I now recognize their highly toxic behavior #I still love Green I would redraw him but damn man where tf are you?!#I'm team Asgore and Chara now #Fuch them everyone else #5am talks #6s1m #That damn woman also had the EGGS to live off of moss and stream water wth

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shadesofecclescakes · 2 months

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Are you a big fanfic reader? What have you read lately and what's been your favourite fic so far?

Oh mannnnnnnnn. Why don't you ask me to pick a favourite child while you're at it???

Just kidding. I don't have kids. But I assume having to pick a favourite would be hard if I did.

So, am I a big fanfic reader? YES. And what haven't I read lately? We are lucky enough to have so many talented writers in this fandom that it's possible to subscribe to numerous multi-chapter fics to the point where you're just constantly getting update emails. Which I do. It's great. It gives me something to do at work aside from, y'know, work.

*Me at work being smug about being paid to read porn* (Also I just wanted to look at this gif)

So what is currently on my endless update list? Coming up after the cut!

I am an absolute whore for human AU, so if you like that then you will probably like:

The Cure for a Broken Heart by @rofell

a medical student AU based in the Canadian medical system (I'm a Canadian so I was pretty excited about that). It manages to tackle the continued systemic discrimination of Indigenous people in our medical system (and in general), homophobia and the ensuing trauma from those things all while also being informative, funny, sweet, romantic and hot af. Like. It's so good.

Free by @maaikeatthefullmoon

This is another one with with a heavy topic that also does a great job of making sure to break it up with some excellent fluff, hurt/comfort and humorous moments. And it's handled with the sensitivity and thoughtfulness necessary to write something that takes place in a mental health ward and deals with some intense situations. Definitely make sure to read those author notes before diving in. They lay it out very thoroughly.

The Sincere Way by @tsyvia48

A martial arts AU. Crowley is a karate sensei and Aziraphale is his student. Slow burn that keeps you on the edge. The screams I have scrumt at my screen over this one. Plus you learn a lot about karate (but it never gets boring or over-explainey. Excellently balanced) which is pretty cool. Mostly light (there is some angst. This is the Good Omens fandom. I think we are all sad, wet chihuahuas at heart). Funny and sweet.

Terminus by @emotional-support-demon-crowley

Plus One by @caedmonfaith

Astronaut AU. Aziraphale is an astronaut who meets his mission controller, Crowley, over the comms system when he finds himself in need of assistance.

Super cool concept and really well-done in my opinion. Like, I don't do any space or physics-related work (ok I straight-up failed math 9) but I find it entirely believable. And it's well-written which is the entire point. Cute, funny slow burn with an intriguing mystery happening in the background.

Aziraphale has family money but a shitty family (except for Muriel! Never Muriel!) and his shitty brother Gabriel is getting married to shitty Michael, an Earl's daughter.

Aziraphale's family disproves of his entire life pretty much and he has been lying to them about having a boyfriend. Now they are expecting him to bring said boyfriend to the wedding. His famous footballer friend sets him up with their mechanic, Crowley.

It starts as a slow-burn but becomes a hilarious, smutty romp that just gets more and more insane. The chapter titles alone have made me cackle out loud.

Some older human AUs I'm a huge fan of include Old Vines by @sevdrag. Crowley owns a vineyard and Aziraphale is a wine critic. It is so amazingly written. It makes me think of the author Joanna Harris (Chocolat, The Five Quarters of the Orange) because it's SO beautifully, vividly descriptive that I end up craaaaaving wine. So have a bottle on hand if you're giving this a read.

Also the love story in this. My god. I devoured it. The story and the (many bottles of) wine.

There is also Loosely Ballroom by marginalia_device and mortifyingideal. It's a Strictly Come Dancing (Dancing with the Stars in North America) AU and it is so. Fucking. Good.

But it comes with a disclaimer. It's unfinished and looks likely to stay that way. But honestly? Still worth it. It's nearly finished (I think) so you have most of the story. And it's just SO good. It's been a while since I read it but it was one of the first human AUs I read and what got me hooked on them.

If you're still with me...nice! Just know that was me holding back and that isn't my entire list by a long shot. If you want more recs, feel free to message me and also share your own!

I just finished Slow Show the actor AU by @mia-ugly and yes please.

Some serious angst, pining and hot hot smut.

There is another long-form multi-chapter actor au I loooved but I can't remember the name for the life of me. Just that the show they were on was basically good omens and that they swapped roles with great success (inspired by the whole Michael thinking Neil wanted him to play Crowley when he wanted Aziraphale thing).

Thanks for the ask! That was really fun!

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #good omens fanfic #good omens fanfiction #good omens fan fiction #good omens fic rec #good omens fanfic rec #ask

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awesomefringey · 5 months

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I haven't been able to find a good fic to read in about 7 months, I've only read A Distant Hazy Light over and over, but I need a good fic to get this out of my system

Ok, I understand we need to do something about it but first of all @greenfeelings wrote a brilliant series! So, I get it!!!

I read so many wonderful fics this year, here are some of them, maybe they’re for you too:

Is This Flying Or Falling by Holdingontochaos (A/B/O) It’s very sexy and very emotional. It’s also a lot of hurt and comfort. (Harry is traumatized from a past relationship, see the tags for triggers)

Quiet People Have The Loudest Minds by @2tiedships2 (A/B/O) I rediscovered it this year and couldn’t put it down again. It’s so very very sweet and made me feel warm and fuzzy.

Danger I Can’t Hide by CelticSky This is the most epic fic. I was worried it would be too dark and too real for my liking with the WWII setting, but the author finds a great balance to create a very real and life threatening atmosphere without it being too unbearable. Although I cried a lot! It is one of the best fics I’ve ever read. Great writing, amazing pacing, a truly unique love story.

Just Breathe With Me by @she-bear369 The Yoga fic. I couldn’t put this fic down. I loved their chemistry and how it was immediately palpable that there was something between them. Also Yoga instructor Louis is truly inspiring! Both Louis and Harry come with a bit of trauma they need to work through, but I loved to watch them process them and grow to be even better people, for themselves and for each other.

Love Is A Word You Gave It A Name by @larrydoinglaundry (3 part series) This one is pretty popular, so maybe you’ve read them already? If not, you must! I can’t really prepare you for it, other than that Louis and Harry will build a room in your heart and never leave it. I’ve read this one (and the 2nd part) multiple times, just to spend time with them.

Secrets, Santa? by @indiaalphawhiskey This fic is a gift to our fandom. I still don’t understand how we deserve authors like India. I’ve been wheezing and screaming over Harry, he’s absolutely hilarious and I love him to bits. The way Harry stubbornly thirsts after Louis is as silly as it is understandable because DAMN Louis is a CEO and Harry is his assistant and why isn’t this a Hallmark Christmas movie and thank god it isn’t because this one is so much better! I read this multiple times and it’ll be forever my go-to fic to get into the Christmas spirit.

And a little extra rec because you’re into A/B/O:

Behind Smoke Stained Curtains by @jaerie This fic was recommended to me recently and I haven’t read it yet but will before the year ends. So if you’re curious, give this one a go.

You can check my tags as well: larry fanfic rec, abo larry fanfiction or larry fanfiction (which is all of my reblogs for fics)

#ask #larry fanfic rec #it’s almost a best of for 2023 #but there are so many missing #should I do a best of?#oh god #larry fanfiction #abo larry fanfiction

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ki-yomii · 30 days

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helloo! could you recommend your favorite jungkook and yoongi fics? thank you and have a lovely day ♡

hey there~ 💛

... tbh i haven’t read too many fics for my boys lately 🙈

i've been trying to work through the books sitting on my shelf collecting dust + i got sucked back into fallout now that the show is out lol.

but i do have some all-time favorites!!

please mind the warnings/tags - you're responsible for your own reading consumption. that said, all of these fics are 🔞

i hope you have a great day nonnie and if you have any recs send them my way 🥰!

JUNG KOOK FICS

the crimson shell series by @angelicyoongie

mermaid aus are my lifeblood istg. and this is one of the best one's i've ever read!! it's dark, it's creepy, it's foreboding - and tantalizing. everything i love about mermaid/siren aus crammed into one series.

you had always found comfort in being at the beach, often spending hours just watching the waves lap against the shore. but unbeknowst to you – something had been watching you back.

make you mine two-shot by @colormepurplex2

i'm a sucker for abo, and as such, have read a looot of it over the years. its a genre that's very easy to descend into wtf-how-are-they-still-alive-after-THAT territory but this fic does it very well in a way i haven't seen too often. i loved the world-building and set up.

Alphas might rule the world, but Jungkook finds himself being ruled by the need to make you his. Omegas are rare, precious, and pliant. At least, most are. When you present late, well into your twenties, you're already set in your headstrong ways; a challenge even for a commanding alpha like Jungkook. Add to that the centuries-long feud between your families and the last thing anyone expected was for him to claim you as his soulmate.

a sea of indigo series by @foxymoxynoona this was the first BTS fic i ever read... and is a big reason as to why i got into the fandom in the first place. i had no clue who they were before then. i'd heard of them + listened to agust d without knowing it was yoongi 💀 but this fic made me check out BTS RUN and now here we are 🤪

Pitbull Hybrid Jungkook has finally been freed from the fighting rings, and now finds himself at Marigold Sanctuary & Transition Estate, a place for healing and self-discovery for rescued hybrids. It's stupid, dumb, cheesy, and hell-bent on helping Jungkook "heal" and "find himself" and "decide the course of his life." And right at the center of it is Y/N, a nurse who's got everyone bamboozled that she's like some awesome person. She's not that great. Jungkook hates it here.

YOONGI FICS

witch oneshot by @sailoryooons

this is easily one of my top 3 yoongi fics. the world building, the tension, the relationship between yoongi and reader. it ticks all my boxes and vividly paints a picture of this universe. i adore the concept, and love the way this fic is brought to life through sailoryooons storytelling.

For years, you and Yoongi have played cat and mouse. It’s his duty to rid the world of witches, but he always finds a new excuse to let you slip through his fingers. When you find yourself at his mercy, you wonder if the great witch hunter will finally end your game of chase, or if there’s something that will stay his hand.

desolate series by @angelicyoongie

one of the first hybrid fics i've read for bts 😭 i love my lil meow meow and the set-up for this fic is amazing. it takes a fresh direction with the hybrid trope and builds a relationship that feels organic and progresses very naturally💛

you just wanted a cute little normal cat to keep you company. so you're not really sure how you ended up with the grumpiest hybrid on earth that seems hellbent on making your life difficult.

ps. i woof you oneshot by @gimmesumsuga

this one is just so so cute and asjhdjsghfjs!! i adored remi and thought about having yoongi and holly as neighbors for days after reading this lol.

The one with a happy accident of the furry, four-legged kind - “Are you calling my dog a slut?!”

first and last and always oneshot by @floralseokjin

i'm not one for holiday fics/aus usually but there's something about this one that i absolutely adored. it felt very realistic and drew me into the relationship within the first few paragraphs. the angst is so well done and heartfelt, it made me cry lol.

You and Yoongi broke up two months ago. It was mutual, you’re positive, but there’s one teeny tiny issue... You never told your parents, and now they’ve invited you back home for Christmas. Both of you. You can’t say no, but you also can’t bear to go alone, so you do the only thing you can think of, plead with Yoongi to come with you and pretend like everything’s okay...

go send these authors some love!!

#asks #get recc’d 📚#fic recs #jungkook x reader #yoongi x reader

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000marie198 · 27 days

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Are there any sonic au’s you would recommend? I am trying to find more to get into so would love to know if you have any favourites out there :D

Hello! Oh there are so many! :D I definitely have some favorites and some which aren't favs but are pretty great.

Putting these under the cut because there are so many! And there's definitely more cool AUs that I haven't seen or haven't saved.

Anyways, please enjoy my personal selection:

Seven Years Too Soon by NightFuchia. Basically what if a much younger Sonic accidentally set Shadow free from Prison Island. It has awesome characterization and happens to be one of my favorite stories. The rest of Team Sonic is also present

Brotherhood's Twist by @/drawloverlala even though I don't think it counts entirely as Au but it still sort of does. Unbreakable Bond ageswitch due to Zeti's meddling.

Passion's @sonic-tangled-au . I love it! So very much. The lore and backstories are so good.

Noonui's World Restored in Imbalanced Chaos au. Extremely engaging and good. Has a bunch of world building and fun concepts and lore.

Sonic's Super Totally Awesome Mixtape, though it seems to be discontinued, I'm not sure. It's pretty good so far! Takes place in the movie verse.

@brainworms-all-night-long is working on a Dreamtale Au which I'm hyped for. The tag in use is 'dreamtale and sonic tomfoolery'.

@/the-starlight-project comic is pretty good too. Mystery! And emotions. So many emotions ough.

And there's @the-emerald-isle-au by @0vergrowngraveyard . Very intriguing. 👀

Please do check out the Pandora Au by @/starrjoy. It's great!

The Fair Folk by Irritable_Fabulamancer, this fic is one of my favorites! Team Sonic as Fae my beloved! I love fae AUs.

On that note, if you're alright wanting to read a Fae!AU which is pretty much a sonadow fic, there is also I don't believe in fairy tales [but I believe in you and me]. Fantasy and Fae! Satbk inspired, another one that had me hooked.

My Arms Are Blue by thekyuubivixen and its unofficial, fan-continuation (My Arms Are Blue! Final Four Edition) by PlaystationPassenger. The story doesn't completely count as an AU but I'm recommending them anyway cuz they're really really good and has that watching your own show from different dimension trope. It's also hilarious and fun.

Burning Arrow, Wildfire Heart by Taranea is SatSR novelisation AU with Sonic's other friends present too, it's pretty fun. Not very accurate regarding the desert but it's a good read and I come back to reread it often. Must read in my opinion. Just don't dare use it as guide for desert travel or you'll be shriveled up in the sand somewhere

This fic. Read it, I will not elaborate this one. Just trust me :]

And don't miss out on @shadofiredragon's Legends Never Die fic. It's a future fic! And an awesome one. I won't spoil much but it is so good. She also has lots of fun AUs in the works.

Down the Foxhole series by MoonlitNightin. Sonic Prime AU series which is great! Tails' pov. The Shatterverses have their own Sonics. Engaging and great.

Feel free to check out @/Son1c's 10verse and other AUs. Those are some pretty great ones. Love the different lore and variants given to the Shatterverses in 10verse.

Spirit of the Wind by TrenchCoatGecko. Satbk inspired fantasy au. Sonamy, has focus on magic and lore and other characters as well.

If you'd like some Forces angst with Unbreakable Bond focus, please do read Illusionary are your arms around me by @nixoon-again. The feels will kill you /pos

Chaos Barren by but_why_not. I forgot to add this earlier (this is an edited addition). Takes place in the Blue Devils AU, great story!

Baby Tails shenanigans by @myymi . Tails got turned into itty bitty infant kit. (And also check @0vergrowngraveyard 'baby tails' tag for more little gremlin scenarios)

Myla is also working on @tails-and-the-ink-machine au

Feral au by Oneshot_bravo. Little short stories or drabbles taking place in Unleashed but the werehog is feral yet keeps his memories. Very lighthearted and fun and cute

Three or more foxes form a skulk by @/chiropter36 . Post Prime au fic, loved it! Go read.

Also, @donelywell 'roadtrip! sonic au' and 'Casino Nights Au'

Haven't yet started reading The Fox's Burrow by @/space-gutz but I'm planning to. Recommending it either way cuz I feel like it's gonna be good. Unbreakable Bond but ageswaped au.

@/sonicchaoscontrol comic. Another in-progress au which is also quite intriguing. Sonic jumps through a portal and exits in future where the planet is a mess. The mystery of what and how it all happened and what's going on slowly unfolds.

The Buzzsaw Dillemma by redpenship. I haven't personally read it myself but I've heard many good things about it, especially it's world building.

Incomplete and won't be updated anymore but if you haven't read them yet, DO NOT miss out on Ghosts of the Future and The Murder of Me fancomics by Evan Stanley (spiritsonic) and Gigi Deutrix (gigi-D) respectively. They're a must read. Both are available on DeviantArt.

The Heart of a Monster comic, @/the-heart-of-a-monster. It's in progress and updates regularly. Unleashed retelling, really really good with some extra lore and everyone involved.

Sometimes the Picket Fence isn’t Perfect and Sharp Edges (Sonic Prime AU) series by @/skimmingthesurfaces. I'm holding off the first one to read later, like that one book you've been saving so I'm not sure if it completely counts as an AU, still putting it in recs, and the second one is intriguing so far. I have heard a lot of good thing about the Picket Fence series.

Dark Boom by Smash50. The entirety of Team Dark in the Sonic Boom universe. Alongside it, there's also Boomtober by the same author.

It Always Snows by the 24th by Selendred had me hooked even though it's a oneshot. Great au and would love to see it explored more.

No One said I Wish by SylWritesStuff. One of my fav stories from the Sonic Platonic Fairytale Week event. It's really funny.

Sonic Phantom Forces (SPF) au comic. Sonic Forces au, blue boy gets taken away but not in the way you think, pretty cool story so far. It's in-progress and available on both Tumblr and DeviantArt. @/spfau

If Black Doom tried to be a better father by Tirainy. Don't take this one seriously. It's pure comedy and I love every second of it. Shadow is having a time for sure XD.

Silent Talkers by @brainworms-all-night-long. Takes place in the Prime Bros verse, feels intensified, all the good ones. A must read, trust me.

And speaking of the Prime Bros AU (in which all Shatterverse foxes also got adopted by Sonic and are now brothers), feel free to scroll through the 'prime bros' tag here. So many awesome posts for this particular au by everyone!

There's so many more, cool ones, epic ones. I haven't saved all and I'm probably forgetting some great ones too so I'm leaving this open for others to add. If y'all have more cool AUs, plz add to these (I wanna check em out too)

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And now a few from the Fanfiction.net site because it doesn't have much audience compared to AO3 and there are some actual gems hidden there;

Premonition by thekiyuubivixen (not entirely an au but it feels like one due to the unique ability Sonic gains)

The Sonic Project by SconnieSA. Rated M but it's a pretty awesome AU and the rating is due to more serious themes and uncensored language in some parts. Highly recommending this one

Survivor's Resolve by DC111. Not entirely an AU but I must rec this fic it's so good and doea havs some AU vibes.

Sonic the Hedgehog: Attorney of Law by thedraconicwerewolf. Ace Attorney type AU with Sonic and Tails as main characters. Not too adventurous but very very fun and interesting and still managed to keep Sonic in character. Though it has a sequel started, I only rec the main story, not the sequal as it seems to be abandoned and isn't needed to be read like them cliffhanger stories.

beLIEve by Meow21. I have only read snippets from this, waiting for this story to continue but it seems to be discontinued. Felt like an epic story too and deserves to be recommended.

Sonic and the Golden Journey. Sonic gets thrown in another storybook, this time it's a children's classic fairytale. Short but very comedic and fun. Go read it.

Tales of a Samurai. I am begging you to read this one, please it's so good. Also by Taranea.

Wonderful and it's sequal Sanctuary by Inflamore for some Unbreakable Bond angst. (Kindly ignore the obliviousness of earlier ff.net for not knowing the meaning of certain symbols, there's nothing of the sort in story, trust me.)

Regrets by MazzyBooks. A high school au of sorts. Sonic centric with some heavy angst. I'm not kidding about the angst part, trust me. It had me hooked from the first chapter though and I believe it deserves a rec.

You need the cracks (to let the light shine through) by king.needlemouse. Istg this is the most underrated thing I've ever come across, it's one of my absolute favorite fics which I can never forget. Do read it.

Within this Nightmare by sonicfan1990. Sonic get transported to an alternate universe which has gone post apocalyptic and his counterpart in that universe has been dead. Pretty great story, lots of angst and everything.

And that's all I could remember and have saved for now. I'm leaving this open to more AU recs (yes even self plugs are welcome) so if you know any I missed, plz feel free to add. I hope you enjoy all these great AUs!

Thanks for the ask!

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