calonari asked: "The night before, he’d taught her how to bake cupcakes. And it was in no way a subtle scheme to guide them to the point where she was spread-eagled and naked on his kitchen table, and he was lapping frosting from her hot little pussy, and she was arching into him, gripping the sides of the table with both hands." - Monday Morning
…you’ve asked this before :P
Marchie had, at some point, prompted ‘cupcake smut’. I had it on a list with a load of other prompts, and was trying to shoehorn them in places to cut down the list.
I used a lot of references like this - the schoolgirl mention in the same fic is another example - to illustrate that these are snapshots of a long-standing affair. They meet twice a week: there’re lots of encounters, like this one, we don’t see. I put it in in part, therefore, to give the relationship some time scale, and prove that they do this casually quite a lot. They’re experimental - foodplay, unconventional location, and oral sex are all mentioned in this one excerpt - and clearly fairly comfortable with one another sexually.
In terms of language, I need to talk about the fact that I was trying to make the first Time of Day - which this became, at the time it was a standalone one shot - downright filthy. I wasn’t going for character, meaning, depth or emotion. I was trying to make it as hot as possible, and so I was using the language I found most appealing in that context. Words which, now, I probably wouldn’t use so lightly. I used to think that lack of use of words like ‘pussy’ was due to wimpishness on the part of the writer. Now I’m realising it’s about where language like that fits: it’s a crude word, and should be saved for a crude setting. I wouldn’t use the word ‘pussy’ in Harmless, for example, because despite there being two sex scenes thus far neither character would think that way. This setting works for that, and it adds to the sense of this being a sexual rather than romantic relationship.
You’re supposed to come out of the purely pornographic ToD fics feeling a little unclean. Even before this was a series, that was the aim. He’s not respectful of her, in this ‘verse, because he’s desperately trying not to convince himself she’s not really Belle. He respects Belle, the real Belle, so much it almost scares him: she’s brave and beautiful and good in all the ways he knows he never was and never will be. This cursed Belle is tarnished, a little cheap and naive. She’s looking for a hot older man to call on a Monday morning and have phone sex with. She’s not looking for love, and so he doesn’t have to remember the ballroom or the rose or the kiss by the spinning wheel.
He uses her for sex because that’s what she wants from him: she’s using him, too. He’s only as crude and disrespectful with her as she is with him. He’s playing yet another part, a part I’d say I wrote in its purest form in my one Ruby/Gold fic. He’s the cruel older man who debauches young women in their beds and uses language from a lad magazine and can be rough and brash and cocky. Rumpelstiltskin is none of those things naturally, but he thinks this new Belle wouldn’t want a woobie coming to her door and asking to court her. He plays the part of the debaucher for her, and it’s all part of the act, as much as the Dark One’s flourishes and giggles. So while the real Rumple wouldn’t really - in my opinion - talk about Belle’s ‘pussy’ or have enough game to scheme her onto her back on the table, or the confidence to try any of that, his version of Mr Gold for her can.
Lacey Photos
Do those new Lacey photos by the pool table remind anyone of a certain scene in the Time of Day series?! If only it was canon…
OMG I KNOWWWWWWWWWWWWW
Fic: Saturday Morning Redux
Title: Saturday Morning Redux
Rating: PG-13
Summary: He has to see her one last night, one last time, before the end of their world.
A/N: It feels a little strange to leave a series that was basically a sex story on such an innocent note, but this was the only way it could finish, really. This is the chronological end of the Time of Day series, which is kind of a milestone for me. This story comes after Friday Afternoon, chronologically.
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He was standing outside Belle’s house at five in the morning.
He couldn’t knock, or call, or throw a stone like he had once upon a time. He wouldn’t do that to her.Rightfully, Time of Day won best series, because even though it’s full to the brim of smutty goodness, that, at the core, is not what it’s about
wow this whole sentence is so full of innuendo…Rather, it’s about the feelings of the characters. Their growth, the sacrifice on Gold’s part, but also his selfishness. Belle’s self-doubt that she tries to hide with confidence.Time of Day makes me feel so intensely, unlike any other fic. It’s beautiful and Sat. Morning Redux is the perfect ending to a perfect fic.
Congrats Ru, you should be very very proud of yourself.
Also, I made a little reference sheet with the ToD tidbits Ru scatters about
because I’m a ToD fangirl/stalker.
THANK YOU SO MUCH! I actually don’t know how to respond to that because I’m kind of screaming and speechless right now but :D :D :D
HOW?
HOW HOW HOW?
HOW THE FUCK DID I WIN BEST SERIES AND BEST WOOBIE!RUM? HOWWWWWW?
I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUUUU.
It’s just amusing me that the things I won with were Time of Day and Harmless. Because although they’re the two things I’m probably most proud of overall that I’ve made for this fandom, they’re also the ones with the worst backstories.
Time of Day I started because way back Calonari and Cyprith wanted a phonesex smut story, and I couldn’t get canon!Belle to do it so I had to improvise. And then Marchie wanted a continuation and it just grew into this pornographic angsty monster.
Harmless was an idea I got from an ouat kinkmeme prompt, that I mentioned to Marchie (noticing a theme here?) and got bullied into continuing. And continuing, and continuing. It’s my longest fic to date in any fandom and still unfinished, but I’m working on it.
And now they’ve both won awards and I’m screaming and dying omg.
ToD ficbit: Wednesday Evening
I always love roleplay, but with Gold as the begging tenant and Belle as the one with the power. Especially when it involves faux!shame.
This was done at 500 words, but Belle kept talking. I think she’s been wanting to be dom!Belle for a while, and Gold’s happy to be the sub.
NSFW and NC17
Anonymous asked: Time of Day: Pegging
This was certainly a first for me, so I hope it works for you anon!
NC-17 AND NSFW YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
Anonymous asked: Time of Day verse: Gold has the flu
He didn’t come to meet her, and usually when that happened he would have called or texted or something, let her know why. But he just didn’t show up, and he wasn’t in his shop either, which made Belle irrationally worried: she didn’t know what she would do if something happened to him.
Being in love sucked, she thought, as she made her way to Mr Gold’s house. For all she knew he was in there with someone else - the pretty Sheriff maybe, even the Mayor - and she’d just be intruding. She had no right to be jealous over someone who had never claimed to love her back.
She rang the doorbell, but there was no response. She eventually managed to jimmy the lock open with a hairpin - a skill that he himself had taught her - and called out, “Mr Gold?”
There was silence, and then a low, slow groan from upstairs. And Belle knew, better than anyone, Gold’s sounds of pleasure: that wasn’t one of them. That sounded more like pain, which made her pulse quicken and her stomach knot. She ran up the stairs, toward the noise, without a second thought that she’d never actually been invited up there before.
He always kept them on the ground floor: kitchen, dining room, living room, guest bed. Nothing to suggest inclusion into the rest of his life: nothing to suggest that she was welcome to tread further.
But she followed the weak little noises into what must have been his master bedroom, wondering if she would find him broken and bleeding, dying of his injuries, or perhaps the victim of a stroke or heart attack. Her heart was pounding, hands shaking, and if she’d rather not care at all about him she was neck-deep in it now and drowning fast.
She almost collapsed from relief when she found him merely lying there surrounded by a sea of used tissues and boxes of cold medicine, his nose red and hair unkempt. He had the flu, apparently, the same one that got Mary Margaret Blanchard and David Nolan alike - and who could possibly know how they caught it from each other? - last week.
“You didn’t call,” she snapped, but she came to sit on his bed, by his side, and tenderly stroked his hair back from his face. He was burning up, and she couldn’t help but make a small noise of sympathy for the suffering in his eyes as he looked at her.
“Sorry,” he croaked, “been out of it all day.”
“Hmm,” she pretended to consider it, “well, okay then.”
She started to clear away the tissues that surrounded him, putting them all in the waste bin, and took his mug and bowl down to the kitchen without a word. He might not be up to their usual sessions, she thought, but that didn’t mean she shouldn’t take care of him. He didn’t comment on it when she came back up with a fresh bowl of soup and glass of orange juice, or when she settled by his side to keep him company, or when she returned the next day to make sure he was okay. And if he didn’t say anything about it, she reasoned, then there was no reason to believe it changed anything.
ToD ficbit: Sunday, mid-Afternoon
He makes her come by just talking to her.
Also a little gift for my gorgeous twin because if her day has been anything like mine she probably needs it. And she has been asking for it for a while :P
NC-17 and NSFW, obviously.
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Anonymous asked: They do more Roleplay: Miss French would agree to any deal if he would forgive her father's debt another month.
Anonymous asked: Time of the Day prompt: Belle tells Gold about a dream she had of a castle...
Anonymous asked: Time of Day more from the pregnant!remix verse?
No one in town knows, of course, who the baby’s father is.
It does raise some eyebrows, though, when her father is told and kicks her out. All manner of names cross his tongue that night, cruel and harsh, and Belle cannot even find it in her to protest: she’s thought them all herself, after all.
She pays no rent on a liveable apartment somewhere near the town border, where the lower-income housing is. She will not live with him, not now: it would make it feel too much like they are together, a man and wife expecting a child, and that is not what they are. She’s fond of him, yes, and his visits are not unappreciated, but she’s not his girlfriend. They can’t move in together.
That’s what she thinks to herself, at any rate, when the weeks pass and he makes her no offer to live with him, in his massive home. She still visits, they still have sex - but slower, more cautiously, almost lovingly, if such things could be imagined - but he never invites her to stay. He doesn’t charge her for the apartment, and she even finds a little more money than she should each month in her bank account, but that is all.
The town thinks she had a one night stand with her ex, or maybe with someone like Dr Whale, who’s known for it. They think she’s ashamed, and that’s why she doesn’t tell anyone about how it happened. Some even wonder why she carries it at all, her baby, why she didn’t just go to the hospital and have it taken care of.
He doesn’t claim her publicly, nor admit to paternity, nor invite her into his life. But he does hold her, late at night when she’s too tired to leave, and she can feel his hands spanning her slightly-swollen belly. And that, she thinks, even in the worst moment, is enough.
There’s a lot of blanks to fill in
So I’ll be taking Time of Day ‘verse prompts for ficlets for the next twelve hours or so :)
Fic: Saturday Morning Redux
Title: Saturday Morning Redux
Rating: PG-13
Summary: He has to see her one last night, one last time, before the end of their world.
A/N: It feels a little strange to leave a series that was basically a sex story on such an innocent note, but this was the only way it could finish, really. This is the chronological end of the Time of Day series, which is kind of a milestone for me. This story comes after Friday Afternoon, chronologically.
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He was standing outside Belle’s house at five in the morning.
He couldn’t knock, or call, or throw a stone like he had once upon a time. He wouldn’t do that to her.
We’re tied, three for three.
ravenclawslibrary said:
I’m actually really into Stranger so, yeah Stranger please!
thehinkypanda said:
I’m kind of leaning towards Time of Day but I feel like I’m being asked, “do you want the shot in your arm or in your leg…either way, it’s going to hurt like a bitch.”
calonari said:
you already know my answer for this, sweet angsty ToD
accio-firewhiskey said:
Oh my god, this is like choosing between cake and ice cream, Belle OR Rum, two best friends… Why do you torture us like this?
So that’s so far two votes for ToD, one for Stranger, and two for ‘OMG WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO US’.
Because love hurts, bitches :D
