April themed challenge.
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12months_challenge(Sorry I didn't post this yesterday - but I have a long-standing rule to try never to post on April Fool's...)
Master list is below!
Voltron: Legendary Defender
[MA] Keith/Shiro, "innocently interrupted" (bysarajayechan)
Lance/Hunk, "something" (bysarajayechan)
April's challenge is:
Apriladies!
Got some girlslash? A lady bromance? Sisters (whether bound by the blood of the battlefield or the water of the womb)? Femmes fatales? This is where it all belongs. Let's have some ladies!
All fics written for this challenge should be posted as a comment on this entry (a comment with a link to an offsite post is also fine). If your work has spoilers, please add an [S] tag to the comment title. If it has mature content, please add an [MA] tag.
This theme challenge will end on April 30th, 11:59 PM Central Standard Time.
Master list is below!
Voltron: Legendary Defender
[MA] Keith/Shiro, "innocently interrupted" (by
sarajayechan)Lance/Hunk, "something" (by
sarajayechan)April's challenge is:
Apriladies!
Got some girlslash? A lady bromance? Sisters (whether bound by the blood of the battlefield or the water of the womb)? Femmes fatales? This is where it all belongs. Let's have some ladies!
All fics written for this challenge should be posted as a comment on this entry (a comment with a link to an offsite post is also fine). If your work has spoilers, please add an [S] tag to the comment title. If it has mature content, please add an [MA] tag.
This theme challenge will end on April 30th, 11:59 PM Central Standard Time.
Sailor Moon, Rei/Minako, "Goddess" [MA]
Date: 2019-04-14 06:16 pm (UTC)Sometimes she started at the top and worked her way lower, other times she didn't go in any particular order. Minako's breasts were sensitive, so much that sometimes Rei's caresses or the kisses to her erect nipples would trigger a climax without her having to go lower. But there was the soft flare of hips, her slender hands, legs that seemed to go on forever, even the curve of her ankles.
And of course, the inviting warmth between her legs, with a sharp scent that made Rei's head spin so pleasantly.
"A-ah...!" Minako's fingers tangled in her hair as Rei tugged her nipple between her lips, squeezing her other breast, the other hand placed on her knee. She wasn't laying hand or tongue between Minako's legs just yet, much as she longed to bury herself down there and taste her. "Rei, please..."
Rei brushed her tongue over the nipple, once, twice, before finally relinquishing her breasts and laying a trail of kisses downward. Over her ribcage, tongue dipping into her navel, stopping just above the soft thatch of blonde hair.
"So lovely..."
She knelt at the foot of the bed, kissing the arch of Minako's foot, her ankle, slowly upward as she parted her lover's thighs. The scent was driving her wild, and again she had to restrain herself from diving in. This was a lesson in patience for both of them.
"Rei," Minako practically whined. Rei shook her head, kissing along the inside of her thigh, her gaze landing on Minako's soft wetness. Her folds were already open, glistening with desire, her clit already peeking through the hood. Rei inhaled deeply, suppressing a moan, running her hands along Minako's thighs.
"I don't take the time to fully appreciate this part of you often enough," Rei murmured. "It feels so soft under my fingers, tastes so sweet, the way you quiver for me..." She exhaled softly onto Minako's outer lips, leaned forward as if to kiss them. "Such a beautiful pout."
"Rei, please...!" Minako spread her legs wider, tilting her hips up. "I want-I need-"
"Mm, I've made you wait long enough." Rei kissed the glistening folds, brushing her tongue against them to lick up the wetness now trickling from her. Minako's shriek was so loud she was glad nobody but them was at home right now. Not that she'd have cared in the moment if they were.
Rei caressed Minako's soft outer lips, tickled the inner ones with the tip of her tongue, brushed it along her entrance. Occasionally she pressed a series of soft little kisses up and down Minako's slit, deliberately avoiding one particularly sensitive spot.
"Yes, Rei, so good...! Kiss me, kiss me more!" Minako cried, her hands tangling in Rei's hair. Rei drew her tongue up and down her inner lips once, twice, before plunging inside to drink in as much as she could of her lover's sweetness. Minako's legs wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her close. "Ah! Rei...!"
The sounds she made, the taste of her, she only wished she could see for herself how Minako looked in this moment.
I wonder... She'd never thought much of people who filmed themselves in the act, but someday, she would. And it would be for them only.
When she could sense Minako getting close, she slid her tongue out and pulled back just enough to see Minako's clit, slick and swollen and on full display. Rei brushed her lips tenderly against it, circled it with her tongue, and finally took it in her lips and suckled until Minako screamed her release to the heavens.
She lapped up every drop of Minako's orgasm, kept kissing her until the trembling stopped and Minako's legs relaxed. Rei slowly lifted her head, gazing down at her lover's still-quivering sex.
"Beautiful."
Minako's eyes fluttered open, and Rei shifted to kiss her, letting her taste herself. Suddenly, Rei was on her back, Minako straddling her, hands cupping her breasts and squeezing. She broke the kiss, blue eyes gleaming, the tips of her hair teasing Rei's skin.
"You know I can't let you please me like that without returning the favor," she whispered. "The Goddess of Flame deserves to be worshipped just as thoroughly."
And she was enveloped in the warmth of Minako's kisses and caresses to her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach; she felt her legs being pushed apart and raised and then a hot, wet kiss that made her scream. She met every touch of her lover's lips and tongue with her hips, gripping the blankets as the flames within her climbed higher and higher until they blazed brightly in her vision, the sensations overflowing.
She floated back down to reality, dimly aware of the last few gentle licks to her outer lips, her vision clearing as Minako let go of her thighs and laid down beside her, nestling close.
"You taste delicious." Rei blushed, burying her face in Minako's shoulder.
"It's your fault for bringing oranges every time you come over."
"They're on sale this week." Minako's fingers trailed up and down her back, and Rei shivered.
"Bring extra next time."
Re: Sailor Moon, Rei/Minako, "Goddess" [MA]
Date: 2019-05-05 06:16 am (UTC)The Portrait - Harry Potter - Ginny/Luna - Rated PG
Date: 2019-04-15 02:39 am (UTC)Fandom: Harry Potter.
Ginny sat still. Well, as still as she could while Luna painted her portrait. She'd said it was for her spring art project at the academy, and she needed a model.
"You're the only person I know who looks good with daffodils in her hair," Luna said to her.
"I'm sure I'm not the only one," Ginny had replied but had agreed to sit for her friend and flatmate. They had now been living together for over a year.
Ginny enjoyed spending time with Luna, and she'd been harbouring her crush for so long, she didn't know left from right; so she could never say no to her, either.
After hours of sitting in one position for so long, Luna finally announced she was done. She watched as Luna waved her wand around and placed the last of her spells on the portrait.
"Can I see?" Ginny asked nervously because Luna looked distressed; something Ginny wasn't used to.
"Of course," Luna said, still looking worried.
When Ginny came around to see the painting, she thought it was beautiful. The flowers danced above her hair and the painting looped around, like it was a photograph. Ginny's hair moved as if flowing with the wind, and once in a while, a light blush crept up her cheeks and then disappeared.
She was afraid to admit it, because she was looking at herself—the painting was dazzling. The way she was captured in it, exquisite.
"What's wrong?" Ginny asked, looking at Luna again, more stressed than anything else. "Do you hate it?"
"What?" Luna said, surprised. "Of course, not. It's you. I could never hate it."
"Then what is it?"
"It's beautiful."
Ginny blushed, and so did the painting she was staring at. "Then…"
"I can't share this with the world—" Luna looked away, starting to sort out her paint supplies.
"I don't understand, Luna," Ginny asked softly; she placed her hand on Luna's shoulder and turned her around. "I don't like this look on you."
"What look?" Luna asked, being her whimsical self again. Her eyes lit up as she waited for Ginny's reply.
"Upset like this. If you don't think your teacher or colleagues will like it—"
"It's not that, silly," Luna said coming a bit closer to Ginny and then stopping herself. "They'll love it. Everyone will love it. I simply don't wish to share this with anyone. It's mine."
"The painting?"
"Yes," said Luna. "It's mine."
"Well, if you love the painting so much...maybe the subject matter can be yours too, you know."
"It can?" Luna's tone was half giggle, half disbelief. "You're certain?"
"Yes. I can only hope one day you'll love me as much as you seem to love this painting."
Luna balanced herself on her toes to kiss Ginny on her nose. "I already love you, silly."
In the end, they'd convinced Neville to wear a flower crown and pose for Luna's painting. Ginny's portrait hung in Ginny's bedroom, which had soon become their bedroom.
Voltron: Legendary Defender, Zethrid/Ezor , "Victory" [MA]
Date: 2019-04-27 12:23 am (UTC)(Plus, he killed Narti. Unforgivable.)
"We're hot on their trail," Zethrid says as she grabs a towel, hurrying to wipe the blood from her armor. "Voltron's not far away, and if Prince Lotor's still out there trying to find him we'll beat him to it."
"Last I heard he was still trapped in the Rift." Ezor dries herself off, setting down the bag of supplies they'd stolen from the latest batch of civilians. "So if he was thinking he'd challenge us, he's already lost!" She flops down on the divan, kicking her leg up. Zethrid smirks, sitting down beside her, running a hand up and down her thigh.
"If he ever does find us, we'll be ready. I don't care if he begs us to come back, I'd just about had it with his attitude."
Zethrid says it so easily, as if leaving behind the prince they'd served and fought with for so long was as simple as beating someone up. Ezor envies her, because being a warlord's harder when you actually miss that prince, and your battle sisters. One dead, one going off to "find her own path." And knowing the prince still wants to kill you and all you know and love if he is alive.
On harder days, Ezor falls into the dreaded introspection, missing Narti and Acxa and Lotor, wondering why things couldn't have stayed the way they were. Worrying about what's going to happen if Lotor finds them.
But today, she agrees with Zethrid, because winning feels good and they'd never have accomplished this much if he were there.
"He was holding us back," she says. Plus, he had ethics. Stupid, pesky ethics that got in the way of killing and torturing and stealing as much as they wanted. She shivers as Zethrid's nails tease her thigh. "Mm...is this your way of saying stop thinking about old whatshisname?"
"Maybe." Zethrid shifts to straddle her, tugging down her bodysuit. "Ezor, do you know what the greatest thing in life is?" Ezor grins, her own hands moving to undress her girlfriend.
"Crush anyone who stands in our way, and steal their stuff?"
"And if there's time, listen to them bemoan their horrible, yet deserved, fates."
The rest of their clothes and armor fall in a heap, their legs tangling together as Ezor's tentacles wriggle free from her core and binding Zethrid's arms behind her back. Zethrid's clit hardens against her thigh in response, her breasts jutting out as her bound arms push her torso forward.
"No fingers today?"
"Maybe later," Ezor teases, pressing her hot, aching slit against Zethrid's muscular thigh. "Mmm..." Zethrid grinds back against Ezor's own leg, her breasts bouncing with every movement of her hips. Two more tentacles slither upwards to tease them, eliciting the most delicious moan from her lover. Zethrid has never been shy about how sensitive she is, nor has Ezor ever once hidden her tentacles when they got busy.
(Of course, finding out just where Zethrid is the most sensitive was a surprise. Especially when she put her tentacles to use there.)
"You and I," Zethrid gasps, "we're destined for greatness, no one can stop us-!"
"And anyone who tries-" Ezor gives a little squeal as Zethrid's knee grazes her clit. "-torture 'em, blow them up, then-"
"Bathe in their blood...!"
They grind wildly against one another, the couch groaning under the intensity, the fabric getting soaked in their juices as well as the slick from Ezor's tentacles. When one shifts downward to tease Zethrid's clit, Zethrid gives an extra hard thrust of her thigh.
"Mm, that's right, I love your screams...scream for me, Ezor, scream like the last poor sucker who raised a sword to us!" Yes, the one who tried to protect the planet they'd robbed. They'd had such a good time torturing that one. The memory alone is enough to drive Ezor over the edge, her orgasm tearing through her the moment she feels Zethrid's climax against her.
Her exhausted tentacles loosen their grip and flop before disappearing back into her. She opens her arms for Zethrid to tumble into, smoothing her wild hair as they come back down.
"And that was just a warmup," Ezor murmurs. They've got a whole night ahead of them.
Captain Marvel (2019) - Carol/Maria - "like a phoenix, eternal" [S]
Date: 2019-04-27 03:06 am (UTC)((Spoilers because it's canon compliant and the movie was out last month, so the rules require it.))
She’s alive.
Maria still can’t quite believe it, and she certainly can’t keep her eyes off her, can’t stop cataloging each and every small difference she finds. There are not that many, not really—a new freckle here, a new scar there. Her hair is the same gold.
The biggest difference is in the way she stands, in the way she carries herself and looks at the world. She’s still Carol, there’s no doubt: still confident and beautiful and unrepentantly sarcastic, but she gets this look in her eyes sometimes, when she draws a blank and she can’t remember and—
Monica calls her ‘Auntie’.
Monica calls her ‘Auntie’ and Carol doesn’t joke about being hurt. She doesn’t make a fuss about her being punished for her lateness; she doesn’t theatrically whine about not being called ‘Mama’, as was their little ritual with Monica when Carol wasn’t around for longer than three days at a time. Instead, she accepts the title with a bemused smile only, and at the beginning Maria hopes it is because they have company—Fury’s a great guy, but a government agency is a government agency, and Maria has no compunction in admitting that being gay is not something that is smart to advertise. It’s not as bad as it was before, but it’s still not safe—but even later on, when they have some privacy, it does not change.
It hurts something fierce, but Maria doesn’t say anything to Carol, and then she takes Monica aside and asks her not to bring it up, because Carol’s memories are faulty and they do not want to cause her pain.
(Maria doesn’t want to bring herself pain, either. Because if Carol doesn’t even remember being best friends… No. She can’t.)
Then the craziest thing that’s ever happened to her happens, and she’s being recruited to fly off-world because her mentor was apparently an alien and she’d hidden something and that’s the reason why Carol die-disappeared. And then there’s Goose and the alien guys who’d taken Carol away and brainwashed her, and there’s barely time to breathe, much less speak with Carol about the memories she’s apparently recovered.
(Are all of them back? She can feel burning hope in her chest and she’d gladly bear this suffering if the answer at the end of the road is yes.)
Flying in space is a rush but she’s not a fan of laser attacks. Let her avoid bullets and missiles, thank you. Then Carol’s flying on her own and she makes the enemy go packing with their tails between their legs and she’s so bright Maria can’t quite look at her (but still feels compelled to).
(She’s so beautiful. So brave.)
When they’re back on Earth, she rushes towards Carol (her best friend, her hope, her love) and before Maria can do or say anything at all, Carol clings to her. The strong arms closing around her in a tight embrace feel like coming home.
“I missed you so much,” Carol says, her face buried in the crook of Maria’s neck. “I’m sorry. So sorry.”
Maria can’t stop the tears as she returns the hug. “It’s—” It’s not okay. It’s not, but it’s not Carol’s fault. “You’re here now. You’re here and… You remember?” Her voice trembles at the end.
Carol takes a step back to look at her, but she doesn’t pull away from the hug. Her expressive eyes are wet and full of grief, but also bright with wonder and love. Maria knows that look, and it makes a weight she’s been carrying for years disappear into nothing. Her breath catches as Carol smiles, wide and honest as she hasn’t seen her smile since she got her back, and says: “Yes, everything.”
And Maria can breathe.