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goldenwilliamson · 7 months

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salty skin | lucy bronze

a/n: this is my first woso anything on here... pls send requests to my ask box if you have any xxx

pairing: lucy bronze x lioness!reader

summary: reader and lucy are in australia for the world cup, pure fluff

word count: 881

Being in Australia for the World Cup was nothing less than a dream come true. Not only were you getting to represent England, but it also meant you and Lucy got to spend some time together. Playing in different Leagues means you spend most of the year apart, so you were both feeling very grateful to be back playing together.

You'd woken up before Lucy did, feeling the incomparable comfort of being held in her arms. Being able to room together was another perk of National Camps. You'd made a promise to yourself that you would go for a swim at sunrise, so you carefully slipped out of Lucy's grasp, instantly missing the warmth of her body.

Slowly and quietly, you made your way around the hotel room, slipping a bikini on under your trackies and puffer and grabbing a spare towel from the bathroom. You grabbed your key card and phone and softly shut the door behind you. The beach was incredibly beautiful, despite it being the middle of Australian winter. It seemed like a few other girls had the same idea as you did, because you bumped into Ella, Alessia, and Lotte as you made your way down onto the sand.

"Up for sunrise?" You asked them.

"Hey!" They all said excitedly, not having spotted you.

"Lucy didn't want to come down?" Lotte asked sweetly.

"No, she was sound asleep, I didn't want to wake her," you explained.

You started unzipping your puffer jacket and pulling off you tracksuit pants, much to the surprise of the three other girls.

"You're not going in are you?" Alessia scoffed.

"Of course I am, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity Less," you smiled as you began to slowly jog down to the shoreline. The water was a bit of a shock to the system, but it felt amazing. A cold plunge was actually what you felt you needed after the gruelling nature of tournament play.

You didn't stay in for too long, just long enough to get used to the temperature, and then you hopped back out. The girls on the sand shook their heads at you as you approached them with a smile on your face.

"It's lovely in there," you told them as you picked up your towel and started drying off.

"You're braver than I am," Tooney said, making you laugh as you pulled your jacket back around your body.

"Alright, I'm gonna go get myself a coffee now," you bid the girls farewell and went back to the hotel. You made two coffees at the coffee machine, anticipating Lucy would be up soon. She was usually the early riser out of the two of you.

And you were right, because as you tried your best to quietly push the hotel room door open Lucy informed you she was awake, "I'm up, don't worry."

"Morning," you smiled at the sight of Lucy tucked into the crisp white bed sheets. She set her phone down on the bedside table as you sat down on the bed, handing her the second coffee.

"You're amazing," Lucy said appreciatively.

"How long have you been awake?" You ask, admiring how soft your girlfriend looks when she's just woken up and her huskier morning voice.

"Since you left," she says.

"Oh, sorry," you apologise, thinking you'd been able to leave without waking her.

"It's alright," she shakes her head, smiling at you. She always takes the piss out of you for how you can tend to apologise for things that you don't need to say sorry for. This usually ends up in you apologising for apologising and Lucy in fits of laughter at your chronic kindness.

"Did you go for a swim?" Lucy asks surprisedly as she reaches out to drag her fingers through your wet hair.

"I did!" You said proudly.

"Was it cold?" She asks.

You nod, "Like an ice bath."

"You're insane," she says.

"Mmm, I am," you hum, leaning in towards Lucy to give her a kiss, "But you love me anyway."

"I do," Lucy says contentedly.

You shiver for a second and Lucy furrows her brows together.

"I'm gonna run a warm shower for you. You'll get sick if you sit here all cold," she tells you, immediately stepping out of bed and going to the bathroom. Your heart swells at the gesture and you follow her to the bathroom, tearing away your jacket and letting it fall on the floor on the way.

You stand there in your trackies and bikini top as Lucy checks the temperature of the water with her hands.

"Thank you," you say appreciatively, never feeling so loved by such a simple act in your life.

Lucy steps towards you, planting a kiss on your forehead in response.

"Huh," she steps back, smirking.

"What?" You ask.

"Your skins all salty, so Australian," she laughs.

"God I need a rinse," you say, stripping away the rest of the clothes.

As you step under the warmth of the water, Lucy rests against vanity, trying to make conversation about the day ahead.

"You'll have to come in here Luce, I can't hear you over the water," you say, a thinly veiled request for something more.

Lucy scoffs, knowing what you're really looking for, "If you insist."

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samkerrworshipper · 3 months

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wet dream | sam kerr x kristie mewis

kristie can’t sleep.. sam has a wet dream.. smutty fluff ensues

Jet lag is not a choice.

As much as Kristie tries to tell her that it is, that jet lag is some kind of false mentality that people use as an excuse for travel exhaustion, when really it’s just a mixture of sleep deprivation and being in an airtight container for hours on end.

It’s her first time doing the Australia -> Dubai -> London trip and she’s never felt more awake yet dead asleep in her entire life.

Sam is the exception to jetlag, something that Kristie is still struggling to come to terms with, the 8 hour time difference is messing with her and even though it’s technically 2am in the morning, to her it feels like she should be waking up.

She’s come to terms with the fact that she isn’t sleeping any time soon, waiting for Sam to be deep in sleep until she reaches over to turn on the reading light on her side of Sam’s bed and pull out her book. Kristie’s eyes may be drooping and her body is aching but she figures if the reading doesn’t tire her out then nothing else really will.

It’s when she’s made it a few pages into the first chapter that the woman sleeping next to her starts to make little huffs and mewling noises, Kristie finds it cute. Sam and her have been dating for only a couple of months, most of it has been long distance due to covid so to have somebody she’s been desperate for, sleeping peacefully next to her, it makes her feel so much happier.

She stays focused on her book, her eyes slowly scanning over each words, paying far more attention to each syllable then she probably should. Sam’s adorable noises continue, little breathy, croaky noises leaving her lover's mouth as she moves alongside Kristie.

It goes on like that for a little bit, whilst Kristie works through pages upon pages, Sam’s noises slowly starting to get louder and her body jostling with the sheets as he dreams continue to consume her.

Kristie’s brain somewhere along the way must simply sync whatever noises Sam is generating out, her mind solely focused on the chapters that she’s working her way through, she doesn’t really notice when Sam’s little noises turn into moans, or when her tossing and turning turns into a sort of grinding motion, all she knows is that she’s gotten to the point where she’s suddenly feeling somewhat tired and if she’s going to try and go to sleep at some stage tonight now is probably the time.

She’s folded the corner of her book and put it down on her bedside table, about to flick out the light when she hears Sam beside her. Kristie does a double take, unsure if the sleep deprivation has actually gotten the best of her or if she’s just heard what she thinks she did. She freezes, waiting, and when she hears the same noise again, she flips straight over, untrusting of what her ears are picking up.

Her throat is dry, looking at Sam and watching as her hips thrust upwards, her mouth agape as little pants and occasionally a moan slips from behind her teeth.

Kristie can’t believe what she’s seeing, its truly baffling to her.

Sam and her have been together for just a couple of months, sleeping with somebody beside her after finally getting used to being alone in her bed has been an.. adjustment, to say the least. This feels like an invasion of Sam’s privacy in some way, like Kristie is seeing something she most certainly shouldn’t.

At first, it doesn’t even cross her mind that Sam would be dreaming about her, all Kristie can think about is how bad of a situation she’s suddenly in.

Her own thighs are slowly getting sticky as she sits frozen, a spectator in whatever it is that Sam’s dreaming of.

It’s not until her name is murmured out amongst a particularly loud moan and thrust of Sam’s hips that it all clicks for her.

Sam’s having a sex dream about Kristie, in bed with Kristie. A good one by the looks of it.

They’ve been apart for months, Kristie can’t really think of a time in their relationship where they’ve been together for more than two weeks, beside the time they quarantined together. Australia had been great, but they were in a house with Sam’s parents, it was hardly a place where Kristie felt comfortable to be fucking around with Sam, as much as Sam had tried her hardest.

It made sense that there would be pent up sexual energy, had they both not been so exhausted when they’d gotten home from the airport it probably would have been the first order of business, but both were too exhausted to eat, let alone try and reunite with each other's bodies.

So they’d settled for cuddles and a movie in bed, although Sam didn’t even make it ten minutes before she was dead weight on top of Kristie. That had been around 10 o’clock, It’s nearing 4 now and Kristie is desperate to succumb to her exhaustion but also aware that with Sam feeling whatever it is she is, she’s not getting to sleep until either Sam’s dream drifts away or she wakes up.

Kristie finds her own solution, when a particularly dirty moan of her name, tainted with the chestiness from Sam’s half asleep voice makes the stickiness between her legs transition to a desire so deep in her that she’d be stupid to ignore it.

Sam is the initiator out of the two of them, it’s always been that way and Kristie’s been happy to adhere to however Sam wants her in the bedroom, right now though, she’s got all the power and there are a million things going through her head. It makes her grateful that Sam normally takes the reins, because Kristie is fairly certain that if this level of thinking was needed every single time she wanted to have sex with her girlfriend then their sex lives would be far more boring.

Kristie leans over, pressing her lips to Sam’s neck, hoping that somehow it’ll wake her up, it doesn’t.

When her lips don’t seem to suffice, Kristie brings her hand up to Sam’s waist, her fingers dragging across her hip bones and slowly migrating up to the space between her ribs and breasts.

Kristie’s fingers are feather light, trying to coax Sam out of whatever deep sleep she’s in, it only seems to spur on the state she’s in though, her body leaning into Kristie’s touch and her pants getting louder.

Kristie’s running out of ideas, her wet lips are dragging up and down the column of Sam’s neck and her fingers are pressing in slightly harder along her hips bones and the underside of her breasts, yet Sam is still completely unconscious.

Kristie’s brain short circuits, her desperation for Sam to wake up so that she can finally have a moment with her before getting some good, quality sleep.

Suddenly, her pointer and thumb are pinching down on Sam’s nipple, twisting it in her fingers until Sam's whole body jerks, her eyes snapping open.

It’s uncharacteristically sadistic for Kristie. She doesn’t normally like to inflict pain on anybody, especially her loved ones, but she can’t help but love the way that Sam’s body reacts.

Sam takes quite a few seconds to realise exactly what’s happening, Kristie buries her lips and face in Sam’s neck sucking little marks into her neck.

Sam’s body tenses for a couple of seconds, probably whilst she’s trying to figure out what’s happening, but as soon as everything begins to put itself into place, Sam’s body relaxes, her hands raising from beneath the covers to shift Kristie’s hips onto her own, helping Kristie to swing her legs over Sam’s hips and straddle her. Kristie’s lips never leave her neck, her hands however, move up and down, dragging along the skin along Sam’s torso.

“Kris.”

Kristie continues suckling at Sam’s tanned neck, specifically focusing on her pulse point.

Kristie’s determined, she knows Sam is already worked up, she’s determined to somehow work her up even more, get her as hot and bothered as possible.

“Kristie, babe.”

Sam’s hands tighten on her hips, when Kristie’s lips don’t let up, Sam reaches her hands up, gently pushing Kristie’s head out of her neck, getting a proper look at her.

“Babe, no teasing.”

Sam’s words have a clear undertone, Kristie is not in charge.

She’s temporarily been handed control due to her jumping Sam, she is not the one calling the shots though.

“Good dream, huh?”

Sam’s blushing, it’s a sight that Kristie’s seen very little of, her very confident and cocky partner all of a sudden looking subdued.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

There is the cockiness, back in full swing.

“Kristie, oh, Kristie.”

Kristie’s mimic of Sam’s noises are pretty accurate in her own opinion, Sam seems less than impressed.

“Is it a crime for me to dream about my girl?”

The possessiveness has Kristie keening, Sam’s always made it clear that Kristie is hers, she’s not one for sharing, Kristie belongs to her and vice versa.

“Mm, so what exactly were you dreaming about me?”

Kristie’s hands haunt Sam’s skin, dancing in small circles all over her, purposely avoiding the spots that she knows will give Sam any form of pleasure.

“Kristie.”

Sam’s whining, it’s something Kristie doesn’t see very often.

“Tell me and I’ll touch you, tell me what’s got you so worked up.”

Kristie brushes her fingers over Sam’s nipples, just long enough to feel them harden underneath her tips before moving them away and back down to Sam’s stomach.

“You can’t be serious?”

Sam’s displeased, but she’s also desperate for Kristie’s hand to do something other than draw little patterns up and along her skin, she wants them touching her, touching her where she needs her the most.

“Babe, you got me so worked up with all those little noises, those little thrusts? All whilst you were asleep, now I want you to tell me what was it about that little dream of yours that made you moan louder than I’ve ever heard, or maybe I won’t touch you at all.”

Sam is a quiet lover, she expresses her feelings and thoughts on her face, she doesn’t need to vocalise. That’s why Kristie had been so shocked to hear her so unusually loud.

“Kristie, don’t forget your place.”

Kristie figures that if she’s ever going to try and one up Sam, her time is now. She’s got the advantage, she’s on top, Sam’s anchored to the bed underneath her, hips pinned underneath Kristie’s.

“I think I’m remembering my place just fine, now, what was it that you were dreaming about?”

Sam and Kristie are both stubborn by nature, neither of them like to lose, give up or give in. Sam looks so desperate though, Kristie’s convinced that she might just win this time around.

“Was dreaming about you.”

Kristie rewards the admission with a squeeze of Sam’s right breast, but that’s it, she needs more if Sam wants more from her.

“C’mon love, you can do better than that.”

Kristie brings her fingers back up to the nipple she’d previously abused, tugging at it gently, licking her lips when Sam’s back arches up from underneath her.

“Fuck Kris, seriously?”

Kristie nods her head, her lip caught between her teeth as she subtly grinds her hip against Sam’s and continues to toy with the nipple between her fingers.

“Dreamt about Paris.”

Kristie smirks, a big knowing smirk.

Her hands trail down, under the waistband of Sam’s cotton sleep shorts, cupping her, feeling the warmth and wetness that has spread itself all over Sam’s shorts and thighs.

“Mm, what about Paris baby, you can do it, tell me.”

Sam looks like she might just kill Kristie, her dream had put her on edge, but Kristie teasing her, it’s putting her on a different level of arousal.

“F-fuck Kris, the balcony, the kitchen, the beach, the bed, all of it.”

Paris was the last time her and Sam had the opportunity to properly share a bed for less than 24 hours, after the Olympics, it had possibly been the best sex Kristie had in her entire life. Four days, of just her and Sam. It had been the first true introduction they’d had to each other, the first time that they got to properly appreciate and worship every part of each other's bodies.

Kristie lets her finger dip down, connecting with Sam’s clit. Sam rolls her hips into Kristie’s fingers, vying for more pressure, more movement, more anything.

“Mm? What about it, you can tell me.”

Kristie keeps her thumb on Sam’s clit, whilst her middle finger and ring finger trail down through Sam’s wetness to her cunt.

Sam’s completely soaked, her arousal is all over Kristie’s hand, her pussy is attempting to suck Kristie’s fingers in, Kristie is too tempted, but she’s relishing in the power she holds and she’s not quite ready to give it up yet.

“You want my fingers? Tell me what you were dreaming about.”

Kristie put her two fingers right at Sam’s entrance, dipping in and out with the very tips of her fingers.

“F-fuck me, Kris.”

Kristie shakes her head.

“I’ll fuck you when you tell me what you were dreaming about.”

Sam’s so desperate, more desperate than she thinks she's ever been before.

“Fuck, Kris, all of it, night two after dinner in the shower.”

Kristie smiles, it’s a favourite memory of hers.

Something about showers, alcohol and first time anal was pretty hard to forget.

Kristie pushes her fingers slowly into Sam, there isn’t any reluctance but she wants to draw out Sam’s pleasure for as long as possible, to do that she has to be slower, hard and fast too early is probably going to result in Sam orgasming in ten seconds.

Kristie starts off with a slow pace, trying to find the spot inside Sam which she knows will make her legs shake.

It doesn’t take too long, Sam helps her, jutting her hips up into Kristie’s hand until she finally brushes up against Sam’s sweet spot.

Kristie’s desperate to draw out one of those moans that she heard whilst Sam was in her unconscious state, it’s a sound that she’ll never be able to get out of her head and she’s so desperate to hear more of it.

Kristie pushes her palm down against Sam’s clit, roughening her approach and fastening her strokes.

“Getting close babe? Making you feel good am I?”

The scrunch between Sam’s brows tells Kristie all she needs to know, but she wants to hear it from her.

“F-fuck Kris, so good.”

Kristie smirks, this is definitely not the way she would have imagined spending tonight and even if it’s panned out in a weird way, she definitely isn’t mad about it. These moments with Sam are what makes being together so perfect, there is always some surprise or something new that’s introduced with every new step they take together.

“Mm, gonna cum for me babe?”

Sam nods her head, her lip caught between her teeth, her back arched up and her bed hair spread out across the pillow as if it were a halo of brown locks.

“F-fuck Kris, gonna cum for you babe.”

Kristie smirks, leaning down to press her lips to Sam’s.

The kiss is rushed and desperate but Kristie loves it, she loves every second of it.

“Be loud for me baby, I know you can do it, c’mon, cum all over my hand.”

Sam’s hips suddenly freeze and she lets out a deep groan into Kristie’s mouth, her walls spasming around Kristie’s fingers.

She grinds out the aftershocks on Kristie’s hands, Sam’s hips nudging up against Kristie in random movements as she comes down from her high.

Sam pushes Kristie’s hand away when it becomes too much, Kristie gently removes her fingers from Sam’s pussy, bringing them up to her mouth and licking Sam’s taste off of her fingers. Once she’s done, she leans down, bringing Sam into a dirty kiss and sharing the flavour that she’s grown to love so much.

When Sam’s hand makes its way down to the band of Kristie’s sleep shorts, she shakes her head, pulling Sam’s hand from her skin and bringing it up to rest on her arm. Kristie wants some sleep, and she knows that if Sam and her get started she’s not getting some any time soon.

Sam’s brow raises in questioning, neither of them are one to turn each other down, and it’s taking every part of Kristie’s will to deny her.

“Sleep baby, sex tomorrow.”

Kristie rests her forehead against Sam’s, pressing a kiss to the bridge of her nose.

“You, my love, are magical and I’ll prove that to you in the morning.”

Kristie presses more kisses to Sam’s skin, enjoying the praise from her girlfriend.

“Was I equally as magical in your dream, huh?”

Kristie giggles as Sam’s hands begin to assault her sides, digging into her ribs and sending Kristie into a fit. She is vulnerable enough for Sam to be able to flip her over so she’s no longer the one on top, Sam is.

“You are magical all the time, in my dreams, on the pitch, in my bed, across the world, you are perfect.”

Sam’s the one now who begins to press kisses all over Kristie’s face, her lips attach themselves to every single part of her scalp, nose and cheeks.

“Alright, I get it, you love me.”

Sam hits Kristie’s chest, rolling her eyes as she tumbles off of her body to lie down next to her.

Kristie keeps waiting for the day where this all ends, where the honeymoon phase suddenly stops and all of the love sick obsession finally passes and yet it hasn’t, not a bit of the puppy love that started on their first date has faded and it honestly terrifies Kristie because she doesn’t want the day to come, she’s petrified that it will come and that her love for Sam will suddenly, rapidly diminish.

“I love you too Sam, you’re just as perfect.”

Sam smiles at Kristie, the both of them flipped on their sides and looking at each other with the same amount of admiration as each other.

“Mm, well there will be lots of loving in the morning, but you my love look exhausted and in need of some hugs.”

Sam makes grabby hands and Kristie leans into her touch with such ease that it’s practically no effort whatsoever.

Sam leans over to turn Kristie’s reading lamp off, switching it off before gathering Kristie in her arms and relaxing back into the pillows.

Sleep comes to Kristie a lot easier, the mixture of Sam’s touch and her exhaustion helps her to drift off, in possibly her favourite place on earth.

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frankenfossil · 1 month

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13 books

What’s up readers?! How about a little show and tell? Answer these 13 questions, tag 13 lucky readers and if you’re feeling extra bookish add a shelfie! Let’s Go!

Tagged by @quarkscooljacket

This is perfect because I had an extremely slow start to the year in terms of reading and then SUDDENLY in the last few weeks I got my library card un-blocked and then maxed out my reservations and am now reading a bunch of books!!!!!!!

1) The Last book I read:

Question 7 by Richard Flanagan! I extremely liked it! Very contemplative novel/nonfic/memoir mishmash threading through such things as the way scifi writers & physicists prefigured & led to & failed to prevent the bombing of Hiroshima, his father being a POW in Japan who almost certainly would not have survived (and had him!) if the bombs had not been dropped, the history of Tasmania, his own near drowning while kayaking in the Franklin river, and the way history and memory shapes us and is eternally carried forward with us while also being forgotten/rewritten/impossible to pin down for certain. At least, that's my best go of describing this book.

2) A book I recommend:

This is... so open-ended... if you want to identify native trees in Victoria and nearby areas I would recommend Leon Costerman's Native Trees and Shrubs of South-Eastern Australia lmao. I really like The Golem and the Jinni by Helene Wecker, a historical fiction/urban fantasy book about a golem and a jinni living in immigrant communities in New York in the early 1900s, and also the sequel.

3) A book that I couldn’t put down:

Not a book per se but one of the webcomics I got into relatively recently is What happens next https://whathappensnext.webcomic.ws/ which reminds me a bit of Nevada by Imogen Binnie except if all of the characters were youtubers and/or tumblrinas and either involved in a murder or just big into true crime (in universe, fictional). It's very gripping. Of course now that I'm caught up there's the usual wait for updates but such is life.

I also read The Wicked + the Divine last week, since I'd never previously read the final 2 volumes, and that was good. I'm glad to find out I liked the ending. Comics are always a quick read but nevertheless some are more action-packed and fast paced than others lmao, and I just ripped through these in every spare second.

4) A book I’ve read twice (or more):

Naomi Novik is probably my most read author because I've read most of her books twice or more... So far I've read Spinning Silver & His Majesty's Dragon three times each; those are 2 of my absolute favourites. I've read most of the rest of the Temeraire series 2 or 3 times too but few of them grab me quite as much as the first one, & I read the first Scholomance book twice. I feel like I should reread Uprooted because that's the only one of her books I've not liked (though some of the duller Temeraire books get a bit of a leg-up from being in a series with other books I really like lol); since I only remember vague impressions of it now, which might not be accurate, I would like to see if my feelings have changed, or if not, figure out more specifically what I didn't like about it.

5) A book on my TBR:

Praiseworthy by Alexis Wright also happens to be one of the books I borrowed!! It was mentioned on a podcast along with Question 7 and Search History (currently reading, q12) so that is how I found out about these 3 books and was compelled to reserve them. However, currently I am daunted by how fat it is (700+ pages) so it's just sitting on my bedside table and I am... reading the shorter books first lmao.

I will also leave the blurb copypasted from @quarkscooljacket's answer:

Praiseworthy is an epic set in the north of Australia, told with the richness of language and scale of imagery for which Alexis Wright has become renowned. In a small town dominated by a haze cloud, which heralds both an ecological catastrophe and a gathering of the ancestors, a crazed visionary seeks out donkeys as the solution to the global climate crisis and the economic dependency of the Aboriginal people. His wife seeks solace from his madness in following the dance of butterflies and scouring the internet to find out how she can seek repatriation for her Aboriginal/Chinese family to China. One of their sons, called Aboriginal Sovereignty, is determined to commit suicide. The other, Tommyhawk, wishes his brother dead so that he can pursue his dream of becoming white and powerful. This is a novel which pushes allegory and language to its limits, a cry of outrage against oppression and disadvantage, and a fable for the end of days.

6) A book I’ve put down:

The most recent book I decided I did not want to finish is The Female Man by Joanna Russ. It sounded conceptually cool but I was just finding it way too hard to follow or care about. Too many sections where I couldn't figure out which character/s' perspective it was or whatever. I'm sure there's other books I didn't finish before they became overdue and I had to return them but can't remember, I usually want to finish them eventually. Whether I will get around to it is another matter.

7) A book on my wish list:

I don't normally buy books these days, but nevertheless tempted by A Vast, Pointless Gyration of Radioactive Rocks and Gas in Which You Happen to Occur, edited by the Daniels. It looks extremely interesting and also extremely pretty...

8) A favorite book from childhood:

Hmmmm. I guess I did choose my name from The Wind on Fire trilogy by William Nicholson. Definitely up there among my favourite childhood books.

9) A book you would give to a friend:

Another very open ended one...... this depends so much????? what friend... what occasion... idk... there are books I do kind of want to give people but either I haven't decided or it's supposed to be a surprise and they may see this. although recently I have been incepting Lauren with my impeccable borrowing tastes, reading my library books after me is surely the same thing right??

10) A book of poetry or lyrics that you own

Ismene's Survivable Resistance by Claire Gaskin... she is one of my favourite poets, and I rly like the concept of this book, and I saw her do a reading of some of the poems! However I think my favourite poems by her are ones that are not in this book.

11) A nonfiction book you own:

Hmm... Evolution's Rainbow by Joan Roughgarden is an interesting book published in 2004 about the diversity of sexual and gender variation in the world. The first section is about other animals, and especially about the ways human biologists have imposed ideological frameworks in classifying them; the middle section is about human intersex variation and biology; and the third section is about human cultural sex and gender roles throughout history.

12) What are you currently reading:

Search History by Amy Taylor. About the dating life of a classic mildly messy millennial woman. In this case she goes through the facebook profile of the most recent guy she starts dating and then finds out that his ex girlfriend died, and then goes through the accounts and photos of the ex girlfriend and gets a bit obsessed with her, but has to not let on to the new guy that she has done this deep dive. It's okay! Enjoyable, pretty fast to read, some funny bits and observations and whatnot, but not particularly a stand out read. She is not as much of a freak as I expected she would be when I started reading it, which is both a relief and also a disappointment. So far everyone seems to just be normal mildly flawed people doing overall reasonable things imperfectly, and the conflict is just navigating life's complexity (there's a lot about everyday sexism though). Mostly I just keep thinking how glad I am to not be a heterosexual woman or ever had to attempt online dating/app dating, which are both quite boring and excessively smug things to feel, however, I am simply a bit boring and smug. Anyway I'm only halfway through, I'm expecting/hoping there'll be some twists or something. Maybe about the boyfriend...?

update: was talking to some friends about it this arvo and they said not only that it does get crazier, but ALSO that supposedly it's a modern telling of Rebecca, which I have not read but have now reserved lmao

13) What are you planning on reading next?

I have borrowed all of Delicious in Dungeon and am very excited to start them! Also the next books I have to read for my book clubs are Marlo by Jay Carmichael, which I'd better get onto as it is in less than 2 weeks, and Hijab Butch Blues by Lamya H, which was one of the ones I put on the list myself and am very excited to read (I previously started it and got too busy to finish it but was rly enjoying it so keen to get further), but I actually still have over a month for that one since I can't make this month's meeting for that book club.

As for a shelfie... well here is a photo of all the plant reference books in my desk drawer for quick reference while working (though there's really only 4 I use very often, plus the australian standards on the side there):

Tagging (with ZERO pressure or obligation): @thesleepybabesclub @depthchargeforcutie @petricorrosion @andilovethisnovemberlife @dogelectedmayor @aesterea @commander-diomika @auntytim @zinjanthropusboisei @red-thorn

#tag games #books #i didnt tag 13 people but im overthinking it. i just gotta post the dang thing

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brighter-by-the-daly · 1 year

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Rachel Daly x Reader

Part Nine - Brighter Days

Posted: 20/03/23 Edited: 13/08/23

Stirring awake to the sound of Rachel placing a cuppa on the bedside table beside you then feeling the mattress dip as she crawled into bed, you could have thought you were still dreaming. Sliding one arm underneath your neck and wrapping the other around your waist, she pulled you into her as you rolled over to lay on her chest. “Stay at mine tomorrow? Mum’s at her boyfriends so I’ll be alone” you hummed in contentment. “We can’t have that can we?” she said cupping your cheek and leaning in for a kiss. “I can introduce you to the rest of the family and show you round my end?” you suggested. “Sounds perfect darlin” she smiled, still clutching your face and kissing the the tip of your nose in response. You reluctantly rolled out of bed and got ready to leave, saying goodbye at the front door. “I’ll miss you, this is our first night apart” Rachel pined leaning on the door frame, “you’re gonna have a great day with Millie” wrapping your arms around each other to share a passionate goodbye kiss. Rach opened the door and as you walked out screamed so loud you probably woke all her neighbours up, Millie was standing right outside and jump scared you both, camera rolling and in hysterics. Clutching your heart, you smacked her arm “it’s was too early for your shit Mills!” still trying to get your heart rate back into double figures. “Well you two have a good day! You better not post that!” rolling your eyes as you left in your car.

At work you asked for holiday for the World Cup, your manager being Georgia allowed you to use all your annual leave so you could go to the entirety of the tournament. She also allowed you to work from home for the remainder of your shifts knowing it was a long journey from where you’ve been staying for the past few weeks. It was such a benefit that your best friend got the managers position last year! You spent the day sort of working but mostly gossiping with your pals then headed home to your mum’s, spending the evening watching films together and ordered a take away. In bed you flicked through Tiktok spotting that Daly Brightness had posted a new video of them dancing for the first time in a year, they both looked ridiculous which made you laugh. “You both give me life 😂💜💙” you commented before going to sleep.

Katie picked you up the next day for your last day of work at the office. You completed absolutely nothing and spent all your time online shopping for clothes for Australia and discussing everything with your girls. Checking your phone at lunch to see you had a new notification ‘Rachel Daly posted a new photo’ pop up, clicking on it to see she had posted the photo of you leading her out onto the pitch from the photo shoot before the Brazil game with the caption “had the best mascot last night 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿❤️” the photo was of the back of you and holding Rachel’s hand was the main focus with your Daly shirt fuzzy in the background. You text her instead of commenting anything “you’re the cutest 💖🤭” you sent, “besotted 😉💜” she replied.

A few hours later you were packing up your stuff ready to leave the office for the last time, you were gonna miss the girls but you knew you’d talk everyday. Hugging them goodbye at the door Georgia spotted something over your shoulder and nodded in that direction. Turning around to see Rach in the car park, leaning against her car, one foot resting on the bonnet with her hands full of flowers. “You’ve got a good’un there (y/n)” Katie nudged you, both your friends were so happy you’d finally found someone worthy of your love. As you walked down the metal staircase they leant over the balcony squealing as they watched you go. Running across the road to greet her and launching yourself into her arms, she grabbed you around the waste spinning you round. Placing you down she arched your back to kiss you like in a movie, you’re sure she was just putting on a show for the girls who were clapping and squealing as she passed you the flowers. “Throw the bouquet!” they shouted “I feel like we need confetti!” You both laughed and waved up to them, “ we love you!!!!” they screamed as Rach helped you into the car “they seem excited” she smiled as her hand clutched your thigh. Gazing up at your best friends you couldn’t believe how perfect your life was, “they are” you replied coyly, not wanting to let out the secret that you’re going to Australia with her.

Directing her back to your mum’s house, you got changed then went to meet your grandparents who had put on a spread for tea, they always make an effort for guests no matter who it is. The way Rachel interacted with them made your heart happy, sitting back to admire her playing a very competitive game of scrabble with your grandad while you showed your granny pictures of your adventures. After leaving your grandparents house you directed her to the edge of town and along a quiet road which sat high upon the rest of the area. Pulling up in the darkness all the lights were glistening in the distance, this time you opened the door for Rachel and lead her hand in hand to a bench between two trees. It can’t be seen from the road and only locals know it’s there, it had the perfect view over looking the town that was sparkling against the night sky. You spoke about growing up there, your parents breaking up which still makes you sad sometimes but your mum’s engaged again and planning a wedding for next year. You spoke about her day with Millie and the fun they got up to, Rach asked if you managed to book annual leave but you said you have to wait to see if it’s approved. You wanted to do something special when you tell her the news. Knowing your mum is getting married again, she asked about your dad. “I’ll show you” getting back in the car and directing her to to the restaurant your dad owns nearby for a quick snack and a catch up with him before heading home.

Rach found herself some PJs out of your drawer and used your toothbrush before joining you in the bedroom. “I’ve gotta go to St James Park to do some promo with the team for the Arnold Clark Cup in the morning, I probably won’t be here when you wake up so…” she said while rummaging in her bag “will you meet me back home?” as she held out her hand with a key attached to an Aston Villa keyring. Glancing from her hand to her face your eyebrows raised with surprise. “I know you don’t want to leave your mum’s yet but there’s no harm having a key is there?” she looked down to her feet as shyness took over her usually confident demeanour. You shook your head as your smile widened, taking the key from her hand and kissing her softly on the cheek. As you crawled into bed together you spooned while watching the TV until you both fell asleep with your arms wrapped around each other.

Part Ten - What Are You Scared Of? 🔞

#rachel daly #rachel daly x reader #woso masterlist #woso x reader #millie bright #lionesses #daly brightness

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faegoddessog · 1 year

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Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 7/41

Chapter 7: Pretty Shades of Pink

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, spanking, light restraint, fingering, unprotected PIV

Series Masterlist

Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes involved here.

Chapter 7: Pretty Shades of Pink

You wake up in the morning alone, but with a hot cup of coffee on the bedside table. You sip it as you go to the bathroom. Magically, your toiletries are already there. You mentally thank Austin, he must have woken up early again.

After a shower, and teeth brushing, you spot your little sun dress hanging on the back of the door. But there are no panties or bra, just the dress. You consider just walking out naked, but then you hear Austin singing “Island of Love” from Blue Hawaii in the living room. Realizing what scene he is setting, you quickly put on the dress and your best pouty face. Crossing your arms, you walk out.

“Good morning Elanor,” he is wearing workout shorts and a Hawaiian shirt and definitely is in character.

“What’s good about it?” you sneer.

“Well the sun is shining and I got good sleep, even if I woke up early,” he says in a cheerful Elvis tone.

“What a bore,” you sit down on the couch next to him in a huff. He even smells like coconut sun lotion. Damn he is good.

“Well I'm planning on having a good day,” he says matter-of-factly.

You dramatically open your arms, splay them across the back of the couch. Slapping a smile on your face, you press your chest out and cross your legs in 60’s screen seduction style.

“Why, do you have some action planned?” you throw your arms around him and steal a peck of a kiss, “or we could stay in,” your giggle is old Hollywood fake.

He grabs your hands and places them firmly in your lap. “I think you are getting too big for your britches,” he says quickly.

“I’m don’t wear britches,” you smile, remembering the line from the movie.

“That’s enough outta you,” he admonishes.

“You hate me, everyone hates me,” you put on the pout again and cross your arms.

“You know what you need, a good old fashioned spanking!” He declares.

“You wouldn't dare!” you say in a shocked voice, trying so hard not to smile.

He grabs your wrist and pulls you over to him. "Wouldn’t I dare, wouldn't I?” he says looking lustfully into your eyes, then pushing you over his lap.

First a trial tap with a cupped hand, then a bit harder, the sound muffled by your dress. It doesn't really hurt at all, but you squeal in character without actually resisting.

“This is gonna make us both feel a lot better," he says. Not everyone catches that line from the movie.

He slaps a couple more times, the hem of your dress coming up about half way up your ass.

“Oh, lord have mercy, no panties,” he says, raising your dress to reveal the roundness of your cheeks. He slaps, it stings. He peppers one cheek with little stinging slaps. It starts to feel warm.

“What a lovely shade of pink here,” he drawls, “let's make the other one match darlin’."

You are loving that he is staying in character. It’s like Elvis himself is spanking you. Dreamy.

As his attention turns to the other side, you can feel a twitching coming from his lap. Your squeals have turned into little intakes of breath.

He leans down toward your head and says, “There now, those match nicely. Now you are warmed up for it little girl, here’s the real thrashin'.”

He hits you harder, the slap loud. The second one sends electricity to your core.

“Oh” you exclaim involuntarily.

He begins smacking, then rubbing your ass to sooth it. He makes sure to change spots every time. You can feel your cunt getting wet, your hips start to squirm in his lap, feeling his hardness under you.

“Now we can’t have any of that, this is for your own good." He pulls your arms out from underneath you, grabs your hands and holds them behind your back in one hand, pressing you down as he smacks you hard with the other hand.

You squeal, for real now. Being restrained makes this even hotter.

Your head is down on the couch, hips pushed up, pussy lips just peaking out. He moves his attention lower down to the crease of your ass and thigh. Peppering there with lighter taps, rubbing back to your cheeks and slapping harder.

He lets go of your hands and is massaging the skin with both hands, pulling apart your cheeks a little, then spanking again. Sensations pulsing to your asshole and pussy. Your legs can’t help but open to him.

”What have we here, darlin’, ” he pulls your lower cheeks apart, exposing your wet entrance, “Oh my, another pretty shade of pink." He dips his finger in just barely and rubbing the wetness around. It makes you moan in delight and rock your pelvis. He pulls his hand away and slaps again, You whimper, partly from the spank but mostly from the removal of his finger.

“You are being a good girl now, showing me all this pretty pink, you know it’s my favorite color.” He slips two fingers barely in and you push back at him just a bit.

“Oh, you like ‘at naw'? “ his drawl going deeper, "you wan’ more?”

You nod, moaning into the couch.

His hard cock is pushing into your stomach. He rubs and smacks your ass with his other hand as he slides his fingers in a little further than before and wiggles them a bit. You can't help by try to fuck yourself on his fingers. You love the dominance he is asserting.

“Oh at’s good, baby.” he pulls out a little and turns his hand over so his thumb is right on your clit.

Oh fuck, this is gonna make you cum, bent over here on Austin/Elvis’ lap with your red hot ass in the air. He starts moving in and out, gliding over your clit.

“Now, you gotta tell me ‘afore you cum, got it,” it's Elvis finger-fucking you, you would swear by all that's holy.

You nod. He continues at a good rhythm, with an occasional slap of your ass with the other hand. After a few minutes, you feel the lightning start to course up your spine.

“Oh fuck, Elvis I’m gonna cum,” you moan out, giving into the illusion.

He quickens his pace and as you start to scream, into the couch, he begins spanking you in earnest again raising your orgasm to new heights with the sensations. You are screaming into the fabric of the couch.

"Oh fuck yeah," his hips can’t help but push his hard cock up into your belly rhythmically as you writhe on his lap.

“Oh sweet lord, I gotta have that pink," he says.

One arm scoops under your chest and lifts you while the other pushes your legs off his lap and to the floor. Still riding the peak of your orgasm and a bit clumsy, you are now on your knees bent over the couch cushions. He slides, cat-like behind you, pressing your legs apart with his knee.

“Come 'ere babeh.” He pulls your hips back toward him, gripping your red ass with thumbs, displaying your finger-fucked pussy.

“Mmm. Now 'at is the most gorgeous sight I’ve seen in a loong time, babeh.” He reaches into his shorts and pulls out his cock. You rock your hips back, mewling just a bit, your body is begging for more.

“Damn Darlin', 'at is so hot the way you wiggle 'at ass. You are all drench'd and wantin', waitin' fer me to fill ya. Do ya wan' me inside yeh? "

You furiously nod your head, hips shaking.

He leans over your body and places a hand on the back of your neck. "I want to hear you say it, tell me you want me to fuck you," he demands.

"Oh god yes, Elvis, please, please fuck me," you hear yourself say.

You feel the head of his cock push into you. It feels so fucking good, like it was make to fuck you. He slides in deep and groans as he savors the sensation of your warm, wetness. He begins to draw himself in and out, faster and faster, gripping your hips. You snake a hand down to your pussy, rubbing and clasping your mons. Your red hot ass is slapping against him as fucks you hard from behind.

"Yes, Elvis, fuck me, fuckme fuckme!" you cry out over and over again lost in the fantasy, lost in another apex of pleasure.

It doesn't take long before he is groaning and drains into you, grabbing your sensitive ass, thrusting once, twice more just for good measure.

After a minute, he pulls out, Sits down and guides you onto his lap, holding you tenderly as you both catch your breath.

“You ok babeh?” He hasn’t shaken his Elvis voice or mannerisms.

“Yeah, I’m ok. That was intense,” you say, as he kisses your nose.

“Good intense or bad intense,” he asks with some concern in his eyes.

“Oh good, good for sure,” you grab his face and kiss him.

“Was I spanking you too hard? Too much?”

“No it was perfect how you warmed me up, and doing it when I was cumming… damn” you shudder, “and the Elvis dominance, it’s like he was spanking me. Fantasy fulfilled babe.”

“Oh good, I hoped it wasn’t too much to be in character like that. but when you started calling me Elvis.... It was a little surreal. ” He brushes a stray hair away from your face.

“If that is the Elvis energy you are bringing to the screen, everyone is going to want you. The world isn’t going to know what hits it, darlin."

#Austin Butler #Austin Butler smut #Austin Butler x reader #Austin Butler fic #Austin butler fanfic

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fascinationex · 1 year

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Take 2! How is Sealstorm handling the heat in Australia when he visits with Percy?

He's a creative problem solver :)

(takes place not long after this short I think)

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Perceptor didn't know when the power went out. For one, it happened some time after two in the morning, when he was fast asleep. He had probably slept better after the relentless cold of the hotel room had melted away.

The first he knew about the power outage was at 6 in the morning when he opened his eyes to clean white sheets and a wide expanse of white ceiling.

His first thought was that Brainstorm was... absent. Odd, since he liked to wake Perceptor up with a suffocating reminder that he weighed at least three regular people.

His second thought was that it was strange that he wasn't freezing. Despite his best efforts on this trip, he usually woke with icecubes for toes and fingers gone terribly stiff with cold.

Preceptor blinked at the white hotel ceiling for a second. Then leaned over to pat the bedside table until his glasses materialised in his hand. His phone was next. There was an SMS, which had come through in silence at 2:31 AM: Dear valued guest, hotel management has been made aware that the electricity supply to this block is currently unavailable...

That wasn't good. Perceptor knew Brainstorm would probably be fine even if the power stayed out for a while, but his belly still did a nervous little flip about it. Getting too hot would be bad news for a polar mermaid.

Brainstorm was truly a creature of the ice and cold, well-armed with all his weight of blubber and fur to swim in waters that would kill Perceptor in minutes. But that meant that he couldn't tolerate a lot of heat. Sixteen degrees was fine, but eighteen was pushing it, and over twenty made him feel sick, which in turn made him cranky and rude.

It being high summer, their selection criteria for hotels on this trip had pretty much started and stopped at climate control. And now, evidently, the power was out.

Perceptor skimmed the rest of the message: utilities supplier working on it, management apologises for the inconvenience. Right. He turned the phone screen dark.

"Brainstorm?" He rolled out of the bed. It was a tall, luxurious hotel bed, set so high off the ground that he kind of just spilled into a standing position. He'd taken to sleeping in soft trousers and a hooded sweater, in red and black respectively, for the cold. They were warm and cosy—a little too warm now, actually. He pulled the sweater off and left it on top of the rumpled covers.

Outside the master bedroom, which was pretty much 90% enormous bed, the hotel suite was... kind of a mess. There were long snaking trails of water over the floor and furniture displaced at random. He glanced into the kitchenette and found the refrigerator and freezer units completely absent, but most of their contents spread across the benches.

"... Brainstorm?" he called, a little louder. Weirdly, the hotel room didn't sound as though the power was out. The heavily glazed windows kept most of the traffic muted outside but he could hear the dull humming of something. "Are you alright?"

"Bath tub!"

The sound of his voice was a relief. Perceptor turned towards the bathroom instead. It was, like the rest of the suite, perfectly palatial and on-trend. In this case that meant it was an awful lot of big marble slabs, and that the room came fitted with the strange, voyeuristic vibe of walls that were half clear glass.

That meant that Perceptor should have been able to see in straight away, but he couldn't: what had once been clear glass had evidently not remained so, and when he touched the surface he pulled his fingers back fast at the biting cold of it. It had become frosted the hard way, he guessed.

A mass of dark smudgy shapes were vaguely visible on the floor. One of them, he assumed, had to be Brainstorm's furred back flippers and tail.

Perceptor was more curious than worried, now. He opened the door and paused in the threshold, and although he was braced for the temperature change, it still smacked into him like a wall of frost. He was suddenly very, very awake.

It was freezing in here.

The remains of several kitchen appliances lay strewn about, cannibalised. Strange mechanical parts littered the marble floors, the exposed organs of systems he rarely contemplated right out in the open. The humming was louder than he expected. There was evidently no grid power in use. Instead, Brainstorm had rigged something with a system of wires, boxes, electrical tape and mysterious coloured fluids: crude chemical batteries, he supposed.

In the sunken tub itself, Brainstorm was half-buried beneath icy water. His long claws were delicately manipulating a length of copper wire that Perceptor felt probably did not belong around so much moisture.

He rolled around when Perceptor came in, turning so he could prop his spined elbow on the lip of the tub and rest his chin upon his hand.

"Percy! Good morning," he crowed, letting the wire tumble from his off-hand casually. His attention was suddenly laser-focused on Perceptor. Heady. "Come inside, you're letting all the cool out."

Perceptor looked at the machinery. His toes already hated him, but he took a step inside the bathroom and closed the door.

"This looks..." Advanced. Dangerous. Necessary, perhaps. Also, very much like an inappropriate use of hotel property. "... creative," Perceptor suggested, instead of any of those things.

"What, this old thing?" Brainstorm crooned, picking up a chunk of ice, examining it and letting it splash back into the water. "I'm a creative problem solver. Also, it started getting really hot at about three am and I had to put my unmatched genius to the task. Are you coming over here?"

Perceptor eyed the icy water in the tub. It was very, very cold in here. At some point, there had been a bath mat, which might have insulated his toes a little—but it was basically a block of ice, so he assumed that had gotten soaked at some point before the... unmatched genius situation... had unfolded in here.

He took another step closer to the tub. One of Brainstorm's damp hands wrapped around his ankle. His claws were as cold as steel in winter and the chill bit straight into Perceptor's skin.

"I won't be able to stay in here for too long," he cautioned, hoping to manage Brainstorm's expectations. He knew Brainstorm loved to brag about his successful inventions, but Perceptor might have to listen from the other side of the glass.

"That's a shame. That looks interesting." Brainstorm nodded at Perceptor's chest, where his nipples had beaded up tightly, obvious under his tee-shirt. He pressed his thumb gently into the big muscle of Perceptor's calf. Beneath the sting of the cold, it felt nice.

Perceptor hummed. "Freezing is less sexually interesting to me than you may imagine."

Brainstorm let his ankle go, rolling his yellow eyes extravagantly.

"I've heard," he said, sounding perilously close to whining. "Believe me, I've heard."

Perceptor's teeth were starting to chatter. He leaned down just enough to smooth his hand over the cold bone of Brainstorm's helm. "It's very impressive. I'm glad you're not overheating."

"Of course! I'm just that good." Brainstorm beamed "Let me know when they get the electricity on again?"

"Certainly." And that was about all Perceptor could manage, barefoot in this cold. He shut the bathroom door behind him, feeling the warmth of the rest of the hotel suite hit him like a wall. He shivered all over and his glasses fogged at the edges.

At least that meant Brainstorm was still taken care of. Perceptor headed into the carnage of the kitchenette to make his depredations on the steadily warming contents of the fridge. It would go too waste, otherwise.

Probably, he should be more concerned about who was going to take care of the bill for damages to an absurdly expensive hotel room. Brainstorm seemed unlikely. The university, possibly. Insurance, maybe. Wasn't the tourism department sponsoring part of this trip...?

Perceptor deftly avoided the spilled water on his way back to bed with his breakfast.

#my fic #sealpatico au #sealpatico #ask #diroxy #glad u sent take 2 bc where tf is take 1

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33max · 1 year

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I absolutely love TD. It is my favourite comfort fic. I was wondering if little Maxy did anything for Daniel's birthday. Maybe make make him a cute card with his crayons or try and bake a cake with Michael.

He does! Usually Max tries not to be little on Daniel’s actual birthday, because they want to spend it together as a couple!

However, in the week before Daniel’s birthday Little Maxy makes some things with Uncle Michael! He’s made cards, paintings, cakes etc but Daniel’s favourite gifts from his boy are the following…

1) A photo frame that Max painted with the words “maxy and daddy” on it, and colourful polka dots. It has a photo of them on the farm in Australia inside!

2) A pottery badger. It's not Max’s best work, it's very messy and could easily be mistaken for a skunk but it is extremely thoughtful and Daniel keeps it on his bedside table.

3) A bracelet with beads that spell out the word “love” which is what Maxy says to Daniel to tell him he loves him 🥺

Thank you for asking! ♥️

#answered #anonymous #turkey dinosaurs au

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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 1 year

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Cuddling/Snuggling Masterlist

2am (ao3) - cthink Calum/Ashton N/R, 1k

Summary: Calum can't sleep.

That is, unless he's with Ashton.

broken glass and cuddles (ao3) - orphan_account Luke/Ashton G, 700

Summary: Luke breaks a glass, cries, wakes Ashton up and ends up with a big cuddle and finally a good nights sleep.

Front Door Key to my Heart (ao3) - sheepytho Luke/Calum T, 3k

Summary: Touring countries together in an upcoming boyband can be difficult for these four boys from Australia, and opening up to each other about pressured feelings is the best way to relieve some of the growing stress.

hang up the telephone (and just be here with me) (ao3) - bellawritess Luke/Ashton T, 1k

Summary: The rain wakes Ashton at seven in the morning, but the phone buzzing on the bedside table is what rouses Luke.

Home Sweet Home (ao3) - mikeyspankme Michael/Luke T, 1k

Summary: Michael takes Luke home.

if it's all a dream, don't wake up (ao3) - lifewasradical Michael/Calum G, 5k

Summary: Calum dreams of it all, but front and center, as always, is Michael, smiling and holding his hand through every scenario. Calum’s always sought out Michael in times of comfort, something he thinks will never change, regardless of how old they get and how many years they spend together.

Or, 5 times Michael tells Calum to go back to sleep and the one time Calum tells Michael to go back to sleep.

It's cold in the nameless city tonight (ao3) - orphan_account Luke/Ashton G, 2k

Summary: Random grumpy Ash runs off during tour and worries the boys.

Lay With Me? (ao3) - louluke Luke/Calum G, 1k

Summary: Luke moves out to Portland for a writing gig and falls in love with his roommate/co-worker Calum.

midday cuddles (ao3) - calumhood (orphan_account) Michael/Ashton G, 441

Summary: michael has a bad day and ashton knows exactly how to help.

More Than Just Cuddles (ao3) - HPFangirl71 Luke/Calum E, 1k

Summary: When Luke says he wants to cuddle, Calum knows he really wants more but its Calum who wants it all from Luke.

Put Your Arms Around Me Baby, And Squeeze (ao3) - senioritastyles calum/ashton G, 1k

Summary: "Are you sure, Ash?" Calum asks for what sounds like the millionth time that night.

Ashton sighs deeply, rolling his eyes from his bundled up position on the sofa, the flashing TV casting shadows across his face. "Cal, I'm sure. I told you, I'm not feeling so great and I don't wanna go and then have to leave an hour later because I'm sick. I'll be fine, just go and have fun."

Calum's mouth twists into an expression of slight distress but he sighs back and nods. "Alright, but if you need anything just call me and I'll be back in no time."

Or: Calum is drunk and he misses Ashton.

The Sun Goes Up On The Wave You Ride (ao3) - senioritastyles OT4 G, 1k

Summary: Luke snorts a laugh, his eyes still closed serenely as Ashton's hands keep drumming against his skin and they seem to pick up a more discernable speed and rhythm, one that sounds like it belongs to something rather than just something random out of Ashton's mind. It's the beginning of a song, one that Luke knows but can't quite pick out just yet, so he hones in on the feeling and tunes out the sound of Calum talking.

"Ash, will you do me next?" Calum asks softly, watching the blanket ripple just slightly with the movement of Ashton's hands.

"What, you're gonna leave me?" Michael counters from behind him, sounding entirely disgusted by the idea of Calum not being in his arms.

Calum turns and looks at Michael over his shoulder. "Unless you know how to do it..."

Or: OT4 tummy drummy because what could be better than that.

Thunderstorms. (ao3) - unattached Luke/Calum G, 1k

Summary: There's a thunderstorm and Luke can't sleep, but it's a good thing Calum is there to help him.

when we're resembling cutlery (ao3) - forforever (preciousthings) Michael/Luke G, 863

Summary: sharing a room with michael is one of the most interesting parts of touring, to luke at least.

you complete mess (ao3) - jetblackash luke/ashton N/R, 1k

Summary: Luke walks in on Ashton cuddling a lot of random cats.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #fluff #cuddling #cuddling masterlist #masterlists

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fanseeonline · 2 years

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Table Lamps Are An Important Part Of Your Bedroom For The Following Reasons

Consider a fully-furnished bedroom with a variety of décor items such as paintings, decorated walls, a sofa, sculptures, and so on.

Imagine, though, if your bedroom received another present in the form of lovely table lamps that would light up your surroundings when you need them the most. Isn't it true that being given such things is a blessing in disguise? Lamps For Bedside Table have the ability to give the perfect amount of charm to any space. It has the ability to not only brighten the space but also establish the appropriate ambiance.

The significance of a table light in your bedroom

Because of the following reasons, lamps are one of the most important things that must be present in the bedroom. The following are some of them:

Occupies the atmosphere: If an overcrowded space becomes an issue, or if the ceiling doesn't match the room's height, it's important to remember that these lamps will overlook all of these concerns and make up for room décor mistakes.

Changes in the room's scenario: If you want to modify the room's scene by decorating or designing it, this lamp offers a variety of options to fit your needs.

Lighting Purpose: It's important to remember that simply adding tube lights or bulbs won't brighten up the area. As a result, another alternative to cover the entire bedroom is required, and here is where the bulb-fitted light comes to the rescue.

Focus on particular objects: When you're involved in any job, such as studying or working on a project, using these lights will not only guarantee that you have adequate illumination, but it will also help you focus on the precise section of the thing on which you want to concentrate.

Mood: The individual's spirit is always enlightened by bright and catchy light. Colorful lights have a good impact on the environment. As a result, these everlasting bulbs effectively fill this space. As a result, the ideal joyful attitude is achieved.

Night torch: Lamps may be used as a night torch by lowering their intensity, which is advantageous for those who cannot sleep without light. As a result, it can be described as a night lamp.

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Lie To Me - 1 | Prologue

Luke was leaning against the wall of Ivy and Calum’s bedroom doorframe, his arms crossed across his bare chest, admiring the way Ivy’s hazel eyes glided across the pages of her book, taking in every single word.

Luke has always noticed the littlest details about her, how she likes her tea in the morning different from how she takes it at night, the way her eyes squint when reading things that she doesn't quite understand the first time - even though she has perfect vision. He realises how her lips look fuller and her eyes look more vibrant and glassier late at night than any other time of the day.

Ivy didn’t even notice Luke was standing there, she was too entranced in the soft, quiet music playing from Calum’s speaker and the printed words on the hundreds of pages. Luke had lost track of how many minutes he’d been standing there, also being submerged in the music that Cal had left playing while he’d gone downstairs.

Calum, Ashton and Michael were downstairs, no doubt playing video games from the amount of shouting and screaming that could be heard despite it being the early hours of the morning, quite obviously drunk from how much rowdier they usually were. Ivy was the only one who hadn't drunk tonight, she normally would but everything seemed so peaceful tonight and she wanted to savour it.

Their neighbours hated them and made it very apparent. No one could blame them. They were a really noisy bunch with all the instruments, music and video games.

“Ivy,” Luke whispered as he ventured into their room deeper, making sure that Ivy was at the end of the chapter she was reading to not disrupt her trance too much.

She hummed in response, placing the book on her bedside table whilst feeling the bed dip at her feet. Luke was shirtless as usual, his broad shoulders and muscular back on full display. Ivy was wearing a tank top and the matching shorts that Ashton had bought her for her Birthday a while back.

She adored the set and its soft and lightweight material brought her immense amounts of comfort. Ivy always made sure she was the one to wash them in case one of the other boys washed them at the wrong temperature or shrunk them somehow.

It was a calm and tame summer night in Sydney, Australia. The moon was full and bright, lighting up the night sky vibrantly, radiating a silver ring around the huge sphere in the sky. It was truly a beautiful sight accompanied by the stars dotted around it.

“Do you want me to tell them to shut up so you can have a little peace?” Ivy could tell from how glossed over his eyes were that he was slightly drunk and very tired from how low his voice was.

“No, it's alright. I quite like their noise, to be honest.” Ivy flashes him her breathtaking smile and he nods, understanding completely what she meant, it's quite comforting to hear them laughing and screaming downstairs or from their rooms.

Luke and Ivy were the quiet ones in their group but they loved the entertainment and loud nature that the others had. “Calum will be up soon I would imagine,” she kept her voice low and quiet despite the loud noises from downstairs. She preferred to have a quieter and more peaceful atmosphere when with Luke, it was what fitted their dynamic best.

He was more of a sit back quietly and observe type of guy, always has been. When Ivy first met him she thought he hated her because he was so quiet and didn’t speak much but now Luke is who Ivy is closest with besides Ashton.

Ashton and Ivy have been friends for years, since the start of high school. Ashton was the one to introduce everyone to each other.

Ashton and Ivy went to a different school than the other guys and Ashton met Luke, Michael and Calum by starting the band. Ivy was their number one supporter and decided to drop out of school and go on tour with them. Everywhere they went, she went and they all loved it that way.

They were currently on their 3-month break from tour, back home in Sydney. Everything seemed so much more peaceful and settled now than they were back home but they all loved the buzz of packing and leaving, the screaming crowds and the constant change.

It could be quite exhausting at times but they wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

Luke hummed, suddenly growing extremely tired and wrapping his arms around Ivy’s waist, pressing his face against her chest.

Ivy laughed the tiniest bit, “You’re such a baby, Luke.” She ran her hand through his hair, damp from the pool and shower, lightly grazing his forehead which he loved, humming and burying his face further in her chest.

“Your tits make a nice pillow,” Luke chuckles and he can feel Ivy’s chest vibrate beneath his chest as she laughs and Luke lifts his head, giving her a sleepy smile. The sight in front of her made her stomach flutter. Ivy adored when Luke was tired, he was so much more delicate and sweet in the later hours of the day.

She moves further up the bed, readjusting the pillows to get more comfortable with him. Luke always has been and always will be an extremely affectionate person. There was nothing he loved more than someone running their fingers through his hair, there was nothing more comforting to him, especially when it was Ivy. There was something about her demeanour that was so tender and tranquil to him.

His eyes became heavier by the second, his long eyelashes brushing Ivy’s soft olive skin lightly. “Can I just stay in here for the night?”

“Of course,” Ivy said as she grazed his jaw with her fingers, Luke hummed again at the sensation, in pure bliss.

Ivy wanted him to stay. She loved the feeling of his warm skin against hers. His arms were secured under her, his fingers splayed across his back and his other hand laid on her hip, scrunching the fabric of her shorts between his fingers, playing with the waistband of her shorts, his thumb rubbing delicate circles on her thigh.

Luke wasn’t thinking straight from how tired he was and Ivy was shocked at how his hand caressed her thigh so delicately, sure she was used to him cuddling up on the couch but the furthest it went was laying on her chest with his arms dangling by her sides.

But now, it felt more intimate. Ivy blamed it on the alcohol in his system and his sleepiness. He was a sappy and emotional drunk and even when he was sober he sought out affection wherever he could get it.

And with Ivy, he loved it, even more than anyone else. He loved the guys and how they would huddle up together on the couch from time to time but there was something about how soft and delicate Ivy was compared to him that he loved.

He loved the way her frame was much smaller than his and the way she would trace shapes on his back, scratching the broad and smooth skin of his shoulders.

And also, especially at that moment, his tipsy mind was taking over as he indulged in the fact that the small tight tank top she was wearing wasn’t hiding anything, making it plain as day that under the thin fabric she was wearing nothing.

Normally he wouldn’t even bat an eyelid at that fact but if he was being completely honest with himself he was deprived of female attention, not because he couldn’t get any but because he didn’t seek any or care for it too much.

“Luke?” Ivy glanced down at him as he ran his hands along her sides delicately, being careful to be light with his motions. He hummed, not tearing his eyes away from the sight in front of him of how perfectly his hands fit around her.

She was confused about where this came from. He had never been like this with her before, and he was gentle with her and she would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy it.

He whimpered, his eyes shutting in pure bliss, his head falling to her chest as Ivy lightly tugged at his hair, smoothing the strands away from his face, looking at his beautiful ocean blue eyes. “You know, I’ve always loved your eyes, Luke, since the first day I met you,” Ivy whispered, hoping she could get a better look at them as he tilted his head up toward her to see her gaze fixated on him.

Her words pulled at his heart in the best but worst way possible.

“You have the cutest nose I’ve ever fucking seen,” Luke said, his voice quiet and it was prominent he was fighting sleep.

“You’re tired, Luke. Get some sleep,” Ivy started stroking his hair again and he went back to his original position on her chest, closing his eyes. He indulged in the heavenly feeling of Ivy’s nails lightly scratching his scalp as he drifted off to sleep.

This night was very unusual but special and neither of them would protest it ever happening again. It was blissful, confusing and conflicting with Ivy’s thoughts all at the same time.

Ivy was relieved that the boys had finally gone quiet, worried that they would have disrupted his peaceful slumber, though not even a marching band could wake Luke at this point, not with Ivy’s fingers tangled through his dishevelled wavy hair.

Calum appeared in the room, roughly tidying his clothes and clutter off of his bed to make room to sleep in it.

It drove Ivy insane the fact that Calum was so messy, he wasn't dirty though. She could deal with messy and clutter but dirty and grubby is where she draws the line.

She was quite glad that all of the boys were much cleaner than the regular teenage boy, though sometimes she had to encourage Michael and Ashton to take showers, it was only late nights after shows when they were sweaty and too tired to be bothered about hygiene.

“Do you want me to take him through for you?” Calum kept his voice quiet, gesturing towards Luke and Ivy shook her head.

“No, he wanted to sleep here tonight.” Ivy looked down at him, sweeping his hair away from his face to see his face while he slept contently.

“Okay, just tell him it's a one-off when he wakes up, I already have to deal with his snoring through the walls.”

“He’s not that bad, Ash is the worst.” Ivy laughed quietly and Luke stirred in his sleep, moving his hand from Ivy’s thigh to her shoulder, hugging her tighter.

Calum turned off his speaker and climbed under his bed covers. “Goodnight, Ivy.”

“G’night Cal,” Ivy whispered across to him and gave her hand one last run-through of Luke’s hair before falling fast asleep, Luke’s soft breathing and the feel of his soft dirty blonde hair fanning against her neck and chest sending her into a harmonious slumber.

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