#beautiful beyond words...

[shisasan]

25 April, 1932 The Letters of Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf (1924-1941)

[ragnarockz]

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Maya x Reader...

Something something pinging ideas back and forth with @lilithschosen and landing on the idea of Reader snooping around Maya's bedroom, waiting for Maya to return but, of course, they get a little nosy and find something that alludes to them taking matters into their own hands...until, that is, Maya comes back and catches them red handed 👀

And obviously punished for being a nosy, impatient brat 💛🔒

You've started to recognize her bedroom better than your own.

You've been in it a million times by now; have lost count how many times she's pushed you onto her bed or used her foot to get you down onto your knees. All those mornings and nights and late afternoons you've woken up twisted in her thousand thread count sheets with a dull ache between your legs and a hunger gnawing in the pit of your heart.

She's always been one to left you wanting more of her; never satisfied enough to stop coming around or accept her invitation to come over. And why would you? Why would you give up any extra seconds, minutes, hours and even, days with Maya Mason? You'd be a fucking fool if you ever turned her down.

And not like she would let you say no either.

She went off somewhere, mumbled something under her breath as she grabbed her purse and her phone and left you to your own devices in her room. That was fine, you didn't need to be babied by her. At least, not yet.

You pace around her room and take it all in; take her all in through a material lens. All the things she's been able to buy and obtain with her money; loads of it. She likes to live lavish and loud and show off who she is on the inside out. It's so painfully Maya that it feels like she's in the room with you even now.

You help yourself to picking up her jewelry and holding it against your neck; uncapping a perfume bottle to smell that all-familiar and sometimes overwhelming, suffocating signature scent that is Maya Mason. When she stands too close to you in a meeting or bends slightly at your desk beside you to peer at your computer screen, that's when you pick up on how she smells. You've associated it with her now and here it is, in liquid form in a very expensive and very heavy glass bottle. You push the cap back on and very carefully put it back to its rightful place among her things.

The same dresser, maybe two drawers down is slightly ajar in an odd angle. You try to shake it open and feel that it's not sitting on the track properly. Maybe she had been in a rush this morning getting dressed; trying to slam an overstuffed drawer shut. You jimmy it left and right and left until it moves and you can open it a little more towards you.

Maya is there again. Inside of the drawer. All too familiar and right in your face. Thrown in haphazardly from possibly the last time she took it out from its spot; pulled it up over her legs and hips and watched with a hungry look on her face as you, traced the stretch marks on her skin with your eyes. She had turned halfway to grab her toy. No. Her cock. She made sure that you knew it was her. Not a toy, not a piece of silicone. Her. Maya Mason in the fucking flesh as she secured it gingerly around the o-ring and stood with such power it made you weak in the knees and got your legs to bend.

That was then, this is now. Her legs aren't slipped through the straps and her cock isn't placed between her. She's left it here and most likely, didn't expect you to nosy around and find it.

Her loss.

You grab it like there's some sort of timer that will go off if you don't in time. You pull and shimmy your pants down as quickly as you can to pull the harness up and over your legs and hips and secure her cock between your own legs. You feel dizzy as you make your way over to her bed; shedding more articles of clothing as you move along until you flop onto her bed completely naked with just your underwear on underneath the harness.

You lay yourself down onto her bed; your back to the soft sheets and you look down between your legs at her erect cock. As you bite your lip, your brain tells you to move in a different direction with this new sense of desire. You grab the base and pull her cock out from the o-ring and hold it in your hand; turning it left and right and wonder how many times it's been inside of you now.

In, what Maya likes to whisper as she's bent over your back and fucking you from behind, that perfect pussy of yours that belongs to her and only her.

You swallow hard, look around, and move your left hand to pull your underwear to its side for easier access without having to take the entire harness off. You hold it there so you can, without much thought, guide her cock towards yourself just like you've done a million times on your own with your own toys. None of this is new; masturbating while laying back onto a bed.

This was routine until Maya came into your life and you no longer had to do much solo fucking anymore.

But this? Right now, as you tease your entrance with the shaft side of her cock against your folds and up to your clit and back down again, had been the first solo fuck in a long, long time.

Your eyes close as you sink into her bed; allow yourself to relax and picture her above you. It's the easiest thing in the world to do; you've mesmerized her by heart. The way her hair always hangs down over her shoulder or into her face; either loose or braided. Her nails scrapping and scratching and clawing at your skin on your shoulders and arms; the top of your thighs and under your calves and always without a doubt, at your hips and ass cheeks. Sometimes she's partially clothed in just a bra and underwear but sometimes she keeps whatever she wore that day to work to fuck you in.

That's where you always fold hard.

Outfits she put so much time and effort to get dressed in earlier that day become, to a point, ruined by you and her as she keeps them on to fuck you stupid. And that goddamn chain and lock around her neck never, if ever, comes off when she fucks you.

You've felt it hit against almost every inch of skin by now.

You've even watched her with a gagged mouth as she pressed the cold metal of the lock purposefully against your clit and watched you squirm from the sensation which, very quickly, melted your brain and made you come all over her manicured fingers.

The smile she gave you then almost caused you to pass out.

"So, you found Mommy's dick, huh?"

Your blood runs cold as your hand grinds to a halt; no longer pumping Maya inside of you. You clench around it as if that would make any different of being caught red handed with her cock deep inside of yourself; fucking to her on her bed. Masturbating to the thought of her with her harness on, her sex.

You choke back a whimper as your eyes slowly open and see her literally kneeling by her bed right beside of you with her eyes focused between your legs as if she can see right through your skin at how deep you've got her cock in your painfully clenching, wet pussy.

"...Maya..."

She shakes her head but doesn't drag her eyes away as she watches your now shaking hand. She can tell you want to keep going; impatient with the need to fuck yourself longer, harder, deeper.

At that moment you think her hand is coming up to wrap around your neck and choke you; put you in your place for being a bad girl. But you're wrong, painfully wrong as she pulls back her fingers except her pointer and middle and hook it ever so gently under your chin to make you look at her upside down.

Her gaze flickers away from your hand and down to your face; smiling with a grin that makes you move your hand with one solid motion to pump her cock inside of you once more. You don't even care if she noticed or saw; the edge building is too much to bear to just lay still.

"Sweetheart, you're doing it all wrong...you know, I could do it so much better."

The tips of her fingers press hard into your chin as you let a muffled moan escape your barely parted lips. Your hand falls away but her cock remains inside of you. You feel frozen, unable to make a move as you lay there helpless with her now up on her feet and circling as she quickly sheds her clothes.

When the fuck did she get another harness? Is the first thought that pops into your head as you stare at her sideways. It's identical to the one still around your hips. The o-ring remains empty. A singular disgusting thought plants into your head.

"Oh, don't you worry, I am going to do it much better than whatever the fuck you were trying to do...bet you didn't even get deep enough...not as deep like when I fuck you..."

She's crawling onto her bed now and over to you and that hand with those goddamn nails forcefully grab her cock and pull it right out of you. You feel a pang between your legs of emptiness and wetness; seeping out and the embarrassing clench around nothing.

"I...want you to fill me up again...please..."

That little whisper under your breath only makes her jeer at you; pompous and self-righteous. It's the same look she gives to clients and coworkers at work. Looking down at you like you're just a speck on Hollywood Boulevard. You're nothing to her and will never be anything to her.

And now she's got you under her thumb and begging.

it's just how she's always wanted you.

You watch in almost silence, heavy, ragged breaths of anticipation filling her room from your mouth, as she secures her cock into her o-ring this time. There's no foreplay; no means of going about feeling you up or petting or kissing you. She disregards you and any needs you may have to turn yourself on before she thrusts her cock deep into you without any remorse.

And that's exactly what Maya Mason does.

Hands and arms hooked under your legs to pull you right up to her so she has the easiest means of access to enter you. One shot and she's in; her cock already slick from seconds before. She grits her teeth and shows them to you as you don't fucking dare look away from her face.

You want to feel bad for what you've done. You want her to know that yes, she is doing a better job fucking you than you ever could on your own.

You're useless, you're pathetic. You're...

"Please...please, Maya...callmepathetic..."

You whimper louder on the border of crying as you twist and arch your back to try and feel her deeper; wishing she'd split you in two as she rams into you over and over again. She's laughing through her clenched teeth and pushes out her breath through her nostrils.

She's sick of you and all the stupid little games you like to play with her. Whiny and bratty and begging so fucking helplessly she wonders how the fuck you even managed to get this far.

And it's all thanks to her and the way she fucks you and plays with you and makes you realize time and time again that there could be no one else after her.

It'll only be Maya Mason; could only be Maya Mason.

"Call you...pathetic? Honey, you're...fucking pitiful...fuck, look at you with your legs open and begging for my cock..."

She scoffs and you moan in response but she just keeps fucking going as she pushes you deeper and harder into her mattress.

"...You thought you'd be able...to do a better job? Fuck yourself on my cock without...me? You're fucking stupid...aren't you? So fucking dumb...from being fucked like a little slut...by me...over and over and..."

You cut her off with how loud your moans are getting. Face turned painfully to the side; you moan and whimper and cry into her sheets and feel the raw, burning sensation deep inside of you.

You're so

fucking

close.

Swallowing hard, your hands creep down to grab at her sheets as you use whatever energy you have left to tighten your legs around her hips and hold her close.

All that gold of her jewelry hits your eyes with a glint; the lock bouncing against her chest with each thrust. She looks like something out of a dream, a movie. Too big and too real and nothing like the big stars you've seen on screen.

She's bigger than that, realer than that.

She's fucking you so hard you're starting to slip until she breaks you.

"That's it, Sweet Thing, you got this...you got this...just let go...just come for me...you've been trying all night to come...all...over my cock, haven't you?"

She reels you back in as your back arches one more time; eyes open and peering at her as you allow yourself to relax.

She gasps loudly as if she can really feel you come on her cock; can feel that warmth and wet against her skin. You're picturing her head twitching deep up inside of you and your cheeks flush.

Sweat and cum coat your skin and you know she can see that all over you; glistening and shiny as you try to fall from your orgasm. She's still rocking her hips; wanting you to feel completely numb. Clit useless to any sort of touch; overstimulated and swollen. Your labia puffed out and tender; coated with your slick and lubricated completely around.

You feel her hands move up your legs and thighs; tugging down hard on the harness around your hips. You moan in response and feel your clit achingly pulse. She's still fucking toying with you even after all of that.

You deserve it, you know that you do.

You deserve it, as she rakes her nails up your abdomen to grab and grope from the underside of your tits. Your nipples stiffen a little harder and your breath gets caught in your mouth. She uses those goddamn fucking nails of hers to rub over your nipples and make you, coat her cock once more.

You think she's going to keep going; keep pleasuring you but the second her words fill the small gap between you both, your blood turns cold and a new wave of desire courses through your veins.

"If you ever touch my things again...use my cock to fuck yourself...oh, Sweetheart...Mommy is going to split you in two...and I'll actually make you beg me for it until you're a whimpering, moaning fucking mess...useless on my bed and fucking yourself down into my mattress as you hope and beg and pray for me to put my cock inside of you...inside of your perfect pussy that belongs to me. Always will, belong to me...got it?"

She doesn't even let you answer her in words or actions as she completely pushes herself off and away and out of you. The sudden shock of being empty of being alone hits you as she scrambles off of her bed and fixes her necklace around her neck. Lock sitting heavy on her chest you know, as you stare at her in silence, that she means every fucking word out of her pretty, dirty mouth.

[renaerys]

"And perish."

A Quiet Thunder by @renaerys

Art by @hallous

[not-the-living-ghost]

i love payneland because yes they're dating, and yes they're practically already married, but they're also a secret third thing. they are boyfriends and best friends and husbands and "EdwinAndCharles," and quite frankly i love that for them

[sunsetquotes]

Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don’t be afraid.

Frederick Buechner; Beyond Words

[qvotable]

 Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don’t be afraid.

Frederick Buechner; Beyond Words

[orions-aether]

I think I just cried and hyperventilated for one hour forty-eight minutes and twelve seconds and then immediately started the episode again

[shisasan]

17 May, 1930 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

my propellor, boston 08/05/2009

[szaryherbatnik]

Y know to me shepnax is something beyond any relationship ive ever seen something that i wouldnt be able to put in a box labeled with "romantic" or "platonic" or whatever else is out there. Something forged by fire, fate, ash, a prayer of two dragons.

But i also think theyre boyfriends who kiss.

[algrenion]

favourite games

tldr; Disco Elysium made me feel hopeful about life - RDR2 triggered a deep but meaningful bout of depression in me

it's also weird bc like... you shouldn't feel this sad over the end of a video game, you know?

Disco Elysium is absolutely my favourite game like, ever? i've never felt the kinds of emotion and representation that i did before playing that game... but i didn't cry, when it ended... i expected the outcome i got, and that's genuinely, deeply unusual for me - i cry at the end of MOST games, maybe just because i become so invested in the story that i don't want it to end

Disco prepared me for was going to come about and made it something fun and humourous, but also beautiful in the end, regardless of how you play the game

it was one of the only video games i've played, got so invested in, and then not cried about when it ended, because everything felt worth it... it felt like i did something good, for the characters, and for the character i was playing

meanwhile RDR2 is... unforgiving? it seems almost better at points to play it as an absolute, irredeemable piece of shit, because there IS no chance of your character living the live they deserve if they work for it - he's stuck on a sinking ship of absolute despair, no matter what... there is no happy ending

it's like the polar opposite of Disco Elysium... in Disco you know at the end that you at least had an opportunity to make things right, no matter how fucked up you are - knowing you made people LAUGH is enough to make an entire playthrough worth it

in RDR2, you do your best over and over and over again, and then realise you were damned from the jump... nobody thanks you, everyone suspects you, everyone considers you vile....

in RDR2, you are LONELY....

and i really mean it when i say i don't think i've cried harder at the end of any piece of media than i did when i finished RDR2... after the horse, after Arthur... i cry hard, often, but i borderline screamed when it all happened

it's very polarizing

i can confidently say these are my two favourite games i've ever played

but the state of mind they leave you in is so different that it is actually bizarre... opposite ends of the spectrum if you're playing for a sense of hope

i could write on this for days i fear

[angelsdean]

personally i find the concept of a love transcending the confines of sexuality / romance / rigid definitions of language and categorical boxes uhhh positive, actually 😐

[saucyplayfulsmile]

I am the blanket on the forest floor I am the peace of waves that crash no more Then embrace me love, tho love it leaves By the road the rain rides to the sea.

— ‘The Rain Road’ by Taylor Moore and Brennan Lee Mulligan

[vintageshanny]

I always want to write the most perfect, beautiful thing representing every facet of your magical being, but there are days when few words come. Then I just try to absorb your light and hope you can feel all the love I’m sending to you from my soul. ❤️

[hmdeath]

you're fire, but sweet

hot coals beneath my feet

warm blood, body

and I lost it when you found me

your whispers and sunlight

cold hands feeling for mine

warm love, softly

never letting, never letting love go

- warm blood, flor

art: mykso

[katiefratie]

Eursulons golden heart laid bare for those to see his truth I cry I love him so much