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Writing through gritted teeth today

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a non-selective plan for the resurgence of fic commissions

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Anyone doing nanowrimo with short stories/fanfiction? I'm looking for some buddies to write alongside for motivation or beta reader purposes!

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[Solo:Furina, Exhibitionism, Worship]

Lady Furina loved everything about the Opera. She loved the outfits, the emotion of the actors, the suspense of the verdict. However, most of all, she loved the audience. The adoring fans looking up at her and hanging on her every word. She felt such power in her hands- willingly given!- by the people so desperate for a verdict, and a ruler to deliver it. She loved the way they loved her.

Furina often wondered how far their love would go. What would happen should she slip her blouse off onstage, just as she did now in her own room? If she exposed herself to the damp Fontaine air and to the audience below, would they continue to worship her so? If she asked her people to look, to see her small breasts on display, would they obey?

She imagined them begging to feel her, overcome by just the sight. Just once, they would plead. Just a touch. But her hands would be the only ones worthy of touching herself.

Thinking of it caused wetness to pool in her shorts. Furina shed them, sending them over the side of the bed with the rest of her clothing so that her hands could access her body as she fantasized.

They would watch, awestruck, as she dipped her fingers inside herself. But they would not dare move, save for the few that may fall to their knees. They would not dare interrupt their lady.

She played with her slick folds, sighing softly as she did so. Her hands traced a path up to her clit and back down, teasing, putting on a show for her imaginary onlookers.

Slowly and deliberately, Furina delved one finger inside herself, then pulled it out to show off the wetness that clung there before pushing it into her own mouth to clean. No one could have it but her. She imagined her people begging for a taste, and the thought sent shivers down her body.

Her fingers moved faster now, finding her favorite spots with ease. She drew circles around her swollen clit, barely able to brush against it for sensitivity. It brought a feeling to the surface- her stomach felt as though it contained a small tide pool. The waves swelled, faster and warmer and stronger against her insides.

Furina plunged three fingers deep inside herself, curling them upwards to try to reach her depths. She was close. So close. Her thumb clumsily prodded at her clit, and the added sensation was just enough to make her orgasm crash over her.

Read the rest of the fic on my ao3!

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Me writing the phrase "willing to lend a hoof to those in need" and reflecting on my career choice

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I love that he loves me unprompted