#i am a changed person now i can glitter

[kantharohs]

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[giuliettagaltieri]

Swarm of Bees

Pairing: Fiancé!Gojō x Fiancée!Reader

Chapter Synopsis: Gojō Satoru gets a taste of his own medicine.

Warning: angst, arranged marriage, age gap, hints of dacryphilia, Gojō is a bully at heart.

Word Count: 1596

3 of 9

There are many things that Gojō Satoru hates.

One, the higher ups of the jujutsu society.

Two, when people say “No offense, but…” And proceed to insult him.

Three, people who get in his way.

And four, when he is not getting the attention he deserves.

In the past few years, Gojō has been working as a teacher in the Jujutsu High.  He still leaves for missions, it was only expected as he is the strongest sorcerer.  But he stays in the school quite often compared to when he was a field sorcerer.

And quite frankly, he expected more visits from a certain someone.

But he never got them anymore.

Shoko would often put out her cigarette to drop her face on her palms whenever Gojō talks about this.  And he cannot understand why she does that.

From time to time, he receives gifts from you.  But no more letters.  Nothing that adds a personal touch from you.  Just food.  As if you’re sending them so he won’t forget you existed.

But if he were to be asked, forgetting you was impossible as your time to be wedded comes closer and closer.

And now, you are celebrating your 20th naming day.

You turned into a beautiful young lady.  Truly worthy of him. 

But much to his aggravation, it seems like many took notice of your change too.

Men from different clans were hovering over you. 

Greeting you, complimenting you about the simplest of things.  It made something inside him itch and it bothered him to no end.

They only liked you now because you turned out to be a well-polished woman.  They did not see you with snot on your nose as you wailed after scraping your knee, which he absolutely had no involvement whatsoever or when your face bubbled like a squirrel when you did not get your way.

“You’re pouting.”  Shoko comments as she sips on her glass of champagne.

The celebration was at its peak.  The musical ensemble was playing a lively tune and gossips and giggles were filling the floral air of your estate house.

And you, the center of the event.

Almost every pair of eyes were on you.

Gone was the shy little lady of your house.  You are now a woman who is ready to take her first steps into society.  You were like a fresh fruit, ripe for the taking.  Had it not been for Gojō’s presence, many insolent men would have asked, no, begged for your hand right then.

Your hair glittered with every turn of your head.  Your painted lips curving up to a perfect smile whenever a gentleman compliments you.  Yet the innocent smile is always paired with the haughty spark in your eyes as you decline their offer to dance.

It was the fourth time that you declined an offer in the same hour.

And Gojō Satoru cannot stand to watch such blatant disrespect any longer.

Both Shoko and Nanami follow him with their watching eyes as he makes his way to you.  Their feet are ready to move as soon as the man makes a fool of himself or starts a fit in the middle of your perfect evening.  Or both.

They were at the edge of their seats when Gojō clears his throat to catch your attention.  The two of them watch very closely for any sudden movement from any of you.

But like fluid from the most graceful of waterfalls, you rise from your seat, standing on the tip of your toes to lean on Gojō’s chest.

All breaths halted at your action, including the man you were smiling up to.  His crystalline blue eyes watching you, almost calculating your every move.  But you smile slyly at him as your fingers trace his jaw and your lips find his cheek.

“I am delighted to see you.  But I am terribly sorry Gojō-sama, I would have to decline.”  Your thumb caresses his cold cheek.  “My dance card is full for the evening.”

Like a nymph, you slide away from him to accept the hand of a young man who was waiting for you.  And Gojō can only watch as you are being guided to the center of the floor.  

And you danced so beautifully.

The itch turned into a burn.  And Gojō had to sit the entire evening with such sensation nesting in his chest, almost clawing out into a form of aggression.

Whenever your dance partner spins you or their gloved hands wander closely to your bottom, Gojō has to quell the urge to pummel them to the ground.  He did not quite understand the urge to do so.  But after having the feeling for the rest of the night, he has come to terms with it.  Given up on trying to understand the impulse and just settled with the idea that every man who speaks with you is disrespecting him.

And you.

Oh, he is so cross with you.

How dare you fill in your dance card without reserving even a single dance for him.  Have you forgotten that you are betrothed to him?  Or do you just fancy the little game you are playing?  Acting as if he is not around.

The clock hand tells that the night was no longer young.  But you were still being twirled around in the middle of the dance hall.  It was your final dance for the evening.  And by the slight delay in your steps, he is well aware that you are exhausted from dancing for hours.

By the time the last note travels through the air, Gojō was already on his feet and marching towards you. 

You took no notice of course as you were smiling brightly at your dance partner as he bowed to place a kiss on your gloved hand.

But before his lips could touch you, Gojō Satoru unceremoniously grabs you by your midriff and carries you like a mannequin being set up for display.

Your startled squeal catches the attention of every person in the room and they watch as you wrap your arms around your fiancé’s neck in panic.

As the man carries you and disappears behind the doors to your garden, the chatter resumes but now, soft smiles are gracing the lips of every attendee.

They have been granted the front row seats to watch your game of push and pull with the strongest sorcerer.  Some of them have been watching ever since before you learned to walk.

It brought them great joy to see the man finally taking an action to claim you as his woman.

You, on the other hand, have your heart beating wildly on your chest.

Have you pushed too far?

Has your act of refusing his offer to dance been too much of a blow to his pride?

When Gojō places you down, you also pull your arms back to your sides.  You do not want to meet his eyes.  No, not at all.

“Sit.”

You still instinctively look up at him though.  “Huh?”

He gestures to the bench behind you.  “I said, sit.”

Immediately, you pull at your dress to smoothen the fabric as you sit down.  You did not appreciate how the act made you even smaller compared to his full height.

Your fingers twiddle with each other to release some of the budding nervousness in your chest.

“I-I am terribly sorry if I upset you, Gojō-sama.”  You stammer.

There you are.

A smirk finds itself on Gojō's lips.  You haven’t changed one bit.  You were only brave when there were other people around but you are the same shy little girl that he knew the moment you were alone.

He kneels before you to look you in the eye.  “Upset me? Whatever do you mean, my love?”  His tone was dark and dangerous despite him smiling playfully at you. 

You wanted to cry.

And his smile widens when your eyes turn glassy just as your lips wobble.

He just watched your suffering, willing yourself to hold back the tears.  Just as you thought you'd break, he clicks his tongue and digs through the poof of your gown to take off your sandals.

And as he expected, blisters covered your dainty feet.

“How were you dancing so beautifully with such discomfort.”  He says with his voice grim.

You can only watch him as his hands work on healing your wounds.

At times like this, you feel the safest.  As if nothing in the world could harm you.

And without much thinking, your hands cup his cheek.  And Gojō looks at you with still a tiny frown by his eyebrows.

“Are you upset with me?”  You ask with your voice barely above a whisper.

“That depends.  Are you done with your ruse?”  He cocks an eyebrow and you nod shyly.  “Then we’re good.”

“Will you dance with me now?” 

When you smile at him so softly, how can he say no?

But to your surprise, the man grabs you by your waist, lifts you up until your now healed feet are stepping on his shoes.

You hastily tried to get off but he tightens his hold on your waist.

“Stay.”

It was a simple command but you find yourself surrendering all that you are to him.

Your hands find themselves resting atop his shoulders and with the echoes of the music spilling to the dim garden, Gojō Satoru makes you feel as if you too were honored throughout heaven and earth, simply because he had you in his arms and he was swaying you to the faintest of melodies.

Where the Blue Roses Grow

[mamayan]

I would murder for more Aizawa but that's not what this ask is about tee hee~

My boy Mirio except it's him and reader's first time and reader can't keep up with his stamina 👉🏽👈🏽

Ah yes, my golden boy. My golden retriever. My goodest boy award winning champion. Mirio Togata! Your request is comin’ right up! ♡ not proof read!

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Mirio Togata x Fem! Reader

CW: Established Relationship • Future AU • NSFW • Fluff! • Virgin! Mirio • Virgin! Reader • Penetration • Praise • Overstimulation • Humor (he’s a goof) • Fingering (F) • Oral (F) • Size Kink • Creampie

He’s looking at you again.

With those eyes. The ones that sparkle and say “look at how cute I am!” while a pink hue covers his cheeks.

You pointedly ignore the look, resuming work on your laptop while he sulks over on the couch. You weren’t going to give in, he’s had a long day of patrols as a pro-hero, and needed to be prioritizing sleep. Hence, why you’re working even though your boyfriend arrived late in the evening to see you. His face popping through your front door to announce his presence nearly sending you to an early grave.

“Hey babe! I brought Thai food—,”

“Kyaaa!” You’d thrown the cup you’d been washing right at him. The ceramic mug neatly caught in his hand, also coming through your door. His boisterous laugh only earning him an earful as you repeat your request for him to knock like a normal person.

“Sorry, I always forget! I just get so excited to see you!” You can imagine a golden fluffy tail wagging behind him and droopy ears on his head. His attitude akin to your neighbor’s dog.

“What’re you doing here so late Mirio?” Your pointed look had him deflating, and it makes your chest feel stuffy to see him so.

“I just wanted to see you…?” How were you supposed to send him away?

“When is the last time you’ve had a full night’s rest? You need to sleep Mirio.” Your worry far greater than anything else as you fret over him. He sets the food down in the kitchen, moving his tall and imposing frame towards you. You’re quickly wrapped in his strong arms, squished gently to his chest as he just breathes you in for a moment. It’s impossible not to relax, to let him take a little weight despite it being him who needs the burden lightened. “I just want you to take care of yourself…” your sweet confession has him nearly dropping to one knee, but well aware a marriage proposal so quick to your new relationship might have you scampering away.

“Hmm, then, could I stay the night here?” His words have you tensing up nervously, aware of the implication and not naive to what it can lead to.

You don’t mind, really, but once again your thoughts stick to his lack of sleep and self care lately. He’s been working nearly 18 hours a day for the last week! It’s a criminal offense, those hours.

That’s how you’re here now. Finishing up work and trying to pointedly ignore Mirio’s soft blue eyes glittering for your attention. Despite his size and figure, his face makes even children trusting of him, looking incapable of bringing harm. You fell in love with the man for far more than just such simply reasons, but it certainly wasn’t a disservice that your boyfriend was so cute.

You don’t notice he’d snuck up on you, only startling as thickly corded arms snake over your shoulders and chest. He leans his head on top of yours, looking down at your work.

“Mirio, you can stay here, but go to bed please—,”

“Are you scared?” His questions pauses your rant, and you tense under the weight he’s leaned on you. The slight change in demeanor is all he needs to drop his arms, and you’re a little embarrassed and ashamed when he moves away from you.

Only for his hands to grip the bottom of your chair and turn you completely around.

He’s crouching down now, though with his height and size, even with you sitting he’s nearly eye level with you. His face, normally like sunshine and smiling, is uncharacteristically stoic. His gaze somewhat darkened as he seems to silently command your full attention.

“Sunshine,” you try not to show how the pet name makes your heart flutter, “If my presence is making you feel pressured in any way, I promise it is no big deal for me to go sleep on the couch, on the floor, or go home.” You go to open your mouth, defensive because you didn’t want him to leave or sleep anywhere but on a comfortable bed. He’s quick to gently wrap a large hard over your jaw, hushing you as making you look up at he stands to loom over you.

It’s not threatening. Even with how big and bulky the blonde is, his aura of protection and kindness is undeniable.

“I want you, all of you, but do not doubt for one second in your mind that I am a man who can’t wait. I have never loved a woman like I love you, I’m nervous and scared too, I’m not experienced nor can I confidently say I’m going to always be able to keep my excitement in check but…” he leans closer, you can feel the warmth of his breath and smell his cologne. “I will always respect what you want.”

He finishes so firmly, no room for any other thoughts but his sincerity, that you feel your eyes water and lip wobble. How many losers had you dated before, who grew vicious and mean when you rejected them? How many said hateful words and comments like that’d make you any more open to sex? How many left you because you wanted to get to know them as a person before you let yourself be so vulnerable?

“I love you too,” your voice is a little hoarse, but you wrap your hands around his wrist, keeping his touch on you as you let yourself relax. You look up, to his soft shining eyes and sweet smile, and you can’t help mimicking it. Letting your lips tilt up because even though your heart is so full it feels like it’ll overflow, you are happy and so sure of him. You’ve been sure of him, but the topic and approach just lost on you. He’s been so busy working as a hero as well, saving lives and people, that you’ve felt guilty taking time he could be resting away from him.

“You aren’t tired?” You feel so shy, despite knowing him and always being so comfortable around him. It feels different.

“Not even a little.” He chuckles, and you’re truly gone as you move one hand away from his wrist to curl into the fabric of his t-shirt. Tugging him down further, so you could kiss him. Slot your lips against his thin and soft ones, and further solidify your resolve.

“Let’s go to bed Mirio…” you break the kiss, to really look into his eyes. They widen slightly, and his face flushes deeper than you’ve ever seen before as he stutters out, “A-are you sure? Like… uh, just bed or…?” You giggle, grinning as you feel your nerves evaporate in the presence of his.

This big strong pro-hero, stuttering and blushing while waving his hand in panic, because you invited him to bed.

“No, not just bed, unless you lied and you really are tired?” Your sly smile and quirked brow set him off, his huff and grumble as he scoops you up into a Princess carry adorable.

“Not tired…” he grumps, marching you nearly mechanically to your room, toeing the door open and setting you down on your mattress. He nervously rubs a hand on the back of his neck, not looking at you as he mumbles a bit awkwardly.

“Okay… so you said not just bed, but could you possibly say… it?” He’s sheepish and you feel overcome with the need to tease him. You bat your lashes, looking coy and so beautiful he really finds it difficult to swallow as he looks down at you before averting his eyes again, trying to stay on topic.

“Say what Mirio…?” You sit up on your knees, reaching to hook a finger in his belt loop and tug him closer. You hardly have to use any strength, his body automatically following your nonverbal orders perfectly. Your head is at his chest like this, perfect height to run your hands softly over his torso and slip under his jacket to push it off his shoulders.

He lets you. No fight or push back in him as you feel yourself becoming emboldened. He makes you feel confident. Like whatever you’re doing, however you’re doing it, is right in his book. Maybe it’s just right that you’re touching him.

“Say that I love you…?” You’re clearly teasing, your smile too saccharin and eyes too mischievous. He chuckles, soft and quiet, keeping his hands off you but allowing you full access to him. It’s on purpose.

“I love you too pretty girl, but not quite what I meant…” his jacket drops to the ground, and you’re working on his shirt next, shivering at the feel of his solid muscles beneath your finger tips.

“Oh? Say that I’m so lucky you’re mine…?” He wants to touch you, but he also doesn’t want to ruin your fun. It’s a battle of will for him at the moment. When your soft small hands can’t reach any farther to push his shirt off and he has to help you, his jeans feel too tight.

“Fuck, I’m lucky you’re mine, my girl who loves to tease me.” You giggle again, feeling jittery and aroused as he throws his shirt next to his jacket, upper body naked and in full view for your eyes to feast on. You’re hands aren’t innocent either, and while you’ve felt him up plenty during your make out sessions… once more it feels different. Warmer and more passionate.

“Mhm… then, say I want you to make love to me? That I want you inside of me? To touch me?” He moans, shivers racking his body visibly as he finally gets his permission to touch you.

You squeal in excitement as he pushed you, your back hitting the soft sheets as he leans over you with a wicked grin. He looks victorious. “You said,” is all you get before he’s kissing you like lives depend on it, lips parting for his tongue to invade and swirl around your own. Nipping and sucking on your lips as his calloused hands run up your sides and squeeze you. You moan up into the kiss, muffled as you wrap your arms around his neck to anchor him to you. Your hands naughty, moving to run through his soft locks and tugging.

He groans, pulling away and grunting when you do it again, his gaze darker than before as he smiles. “Keep teasing me baby, you look so pretty like this.” You gasp in pleasure as he grips your sleep shorts, yanking them down and swiftly off your legs. They’re tossed to the floor as he does the same to your shirt, leaving you beneath him in only a thin bra and panties.

It’s the most he’s ever seen of you.

You don’t get a chance to feel anything but purely embarrassed as he moans, his forehead connecting with your chest as he grips your arms tightly. “S-sorry, just—you’re so cute. I need a moment.” You heat up, stomach filled with butterflies as you huff a laugh. His display dramatic but endearing. It’s not hard to make him sit up, as your hands go to his jeans and work on opening them up, setting off a whole new display of theatrics.

“Fuck, fuck, your hands look so cute, do you want me to help? No? Oh, oh fuck so soft, wait—,” you don’t wait, not when he sounds so desperate, no when you’re so desperate. Just to touch him. Feel him. Make this powerful pro-hero adored by the masses crumple under your hand, because of you. You try not to make a face, as your hand finally does feel and wrap around him… and your fingers don’t quite all touch around. No, you try not to flinch or show your astonishment because only pornos had actors this big, but Mirio is hanging on to your every reaction. He doesn’t miss it. You wince, lips parting a bit as his pants hang off his hips and you hold his hard cock in your hand.

It’s hot, physically hotter than the rest of his body, and you’re slightly clammy as you give a few experimental jerks like you’ve seen in videos.

“Ah, mhm, here baby, like this…” his hands are so much bigger than your own, it’s more obvious as one wraps around yours to show you how he likes to be touched. He tightens his hold, moaning a bit as he watches and essentially uses your hand like a sex toy. Harder and faster than you’d done it, working his uncut cock up further and somewhat strangling to tip before dropping back down. You’re enthralled, watching the reddened head leak all over you both, his pre-cum copious, helping as a lubricant to make the movements easier.

“Does it feel good?” You can’t help it, as he semi leans over you and masturbates with your hand, you ask a somewhat rhetorical question.

His smile melts the anxiety like the sun melts ice. “I feel like I’m going to die I’m so close to coming.” His honest answer has you simmering. “Is that okay? Can I cum for you?” His breathing is labored, little grunts and moans mingled but he doesn’t look away from you or the soft skin revealed to his eyes.

“Y-yes…” you feel silly for the words which nearly came out, but he seems to see right through you.

“I need you to say it more clearly.” He’s moving his hips now, pushing more of his fat cock through the grip of your fist and making the muscles in your hand ache, but you refuse to release tension. You swallow the embarrassment, because this is Mirio and even if he did laugh, wouldn’t you follow too?

“I want you to cum for me Mirio, cum in my mouth.” It sounds like a line torn from a sex tape, but it’s a line which apparently has him seizing up because suddenly your yanked forward into a sitting position. His cock right by your lips, his hand using your own to work himself furiously as you instinctively open just before he gasps and his load shoots in spurts onto your tongue and lips. “So hot, fuck you’re so hot, so pretty like this…ah,” his head is thrown back as he slows his vicious abuse, your concern for his well being unnecessary as he comes down from his euphoria. You swallow, and while you’d heard horror stories of how men taste, you note it’s mild and a little salty. He doesn’t taste bad at all.

Your hand is sticky and wet as you pull it off him, shiny strings of pre-cum and actual cum breaking off his softening erection as peer up at him.

Despite having a redder than usual face, Mirio looks the same. Grinning and proud looking as he shuffles off the bed to fully remove his clothes.

You really thank whatever star granted you such a man. His entire body sculpted and powerful, each muscle on display and you giggle as he flexes dramatically for you, climbing back onto the bed and encouraging you to lie back. “Thank you sweet girl, but don’t you think I also deserve a taste?” His innuendo not lost on you. Your heart picks up, but you nod with a nervous smile as you let him strip your remaining undergarments off so he could have full access to you.

Like with everything about Mirio, he isn’t shy.

Quick to use those big hands to spread your thigh, keeping you open with his own as his hands smooth up your hips, over you soft belly and up to your breasts where he leans over to capture a nipple in his mouth. You can’t quiet the noise it draws from you, your hands tangling again in his hair as you moan. His tongue lavishing your hardening nipple, wetting it and sucking as he stares and tracks every little piece of information you give to him. Like learning the moves of a villain in battle, Mirio is consciously memorizing your movements and habits to see what makes you react more.

Your hips move against nothing, his thighs keeping you spread and your wet cunt exposed to the cool air in the room as you twist and writhe beneath him. He’s gentle, even as he nips and sucks bruising marks onto your chest and up as he kisses to your jaw. “Mirio…” you mumble so sweetly it makes his teeth ache, and he doesn’t stop himself from sinking into your neck a little roughly with his teeth. Your sharp gasp turning into a moan as he licks the sting away.

“You’re so cute, so precious, all mine. I’m so lucky, aren’t I?” He’s murmuring against you, finally bringing his lips up again to kiss you deeply. His tongue and scent distracting as he lets a finger trail through your slick, jolting you with the shock of pleasure as he brushes over your clit. “Does it feel good?” His teasing voice is right beside your ear, and while you can’t see him, you know he’s enjoying the payback. You huff a laugh, hardly focused on his words as you’re forced to accept the minuscule stimulation he’s giving. Teasing and not enough.

You turn your head, using your grip in his hair to make him stay while you whisper in his ear. “It feels so good… but it’d feel better inside me.” He groans, his cock once again aching and hard as he rests his head in the crook of your neck while he allows his finger to push inside your pussy. If you’d thought his cock was hot, you had no idea how warm inside you were. Mirio momentarily stunned by the intensity of your body temperature as he’s forced to imagine the tight wet space stretching to fit him.

“I think I’m going to lose my mind…” his whisper is barely audible, and you don’t get a chance to question him as he adds another finger, this time you feel the stretch. “Mirio, oh,” you tremble beneath him, hands leaving his hair to wrap around his free hand braced on your hip. You can’t help but watch, feeling so wound up felt both incredible and frustrating all at once. “I want to cum, Mirio, please,” your little whines and moans were already leaving him dizzy, but your begging with those wide watery eyes made it hard not to get rougher with you. Your pussy soaked his hand, the wet squelching of each thrust of his fingers inside of your gooey walls making you twist and grind your hips onto him.

“M’gonna cum…” the build it up quick and slow all at once, Mirio finally hitting a spot inside that had stars bursting in your eyes. The tight coil in your belly snaps as you shake and come apart for him. “That’s it, so good…” he’s working you down slowly, easing the speed and intensity as you come down, kissing your forehead so gently.

You drowsily look up at him, as he brings his fingers to his lips and noisily sucks each one clean as he holds eye contact. You huff in embarrassment, trying not to show how arousing the display truly way. “Do you think you could cum on my tongue next baby?” His serious expression was enough to have you focusing despite the lull of your body.

He wants to make you come again?

You couldn’t help but feel giddy, nodding and letting out a happy giggle as he kissed your cheeks, nose, and lips. “Thank you pretty girl.” He never ceased to amaze, because should it be you who was thankful? It hardly mattered as your attention drifted to his lips traveling down, leaving marks in his path to your sopping wet pussy.

“So pretty,” he chuckles as you shy away, feeling odd having him just stare at you. His hands moving to spread the lips of your cunt to stare at your twitching hole he wanted to fill so badly. His blue eyes are nearly black, his pupils blown wide and face so flushed he appears intoxicated. “Don’t just stare—oh!” He’s on his elbows the next moment, hooking around your thighs and spreading you wider as he comes within an inch of touching your pussy. His mischievous gaze holding your own as he sticks his tongue out to lick one fat strip up your folds.

“Fuck,” you shudder, the foreign feeling consuming. So much softer than any toy or time you’ve used your fingers. It’s feather light at first, ticklish and textured as he laves at your clit lazily, letting you adjust to the sensations. It’s not long before your hips are wiggling, your little moans getting louder. The sounds of him lapping at your cunt naughty and arousing to your ears. Your hands were back into his hair, trying to pull him closer as he experiments with pressure, speed, and location.

Direct kitten licks to your clit drives you wild, the soft little sweet sensations making you shiver and gasp. His tongue delving inside of you makes you grind harder against him, soaking his face. When he sucks on your clit though, you come almost instantly, crying out in panic as he tears a viscous orgasm from you too quickly.

“Mirio! Hgh!” Your back arches off the mattress, and you nearly tear his hair out as he watches up in amazement as you jerk in his hold, further soaking him as you come. He didn’t expect such an intense release, but as you twitch and gasp for air he kindly wastes none of your release. Licking you up and moaning as the mental video of you shattering beneath him plays.

“That was perfect, you did perfect, thank you,” he’s kissing you senseless, pushing the taste of your own release into your mouth as he knocks your thighs almost painfully far apart and settles himself between them. You felt so small like this, caged in by his enormous frame and kind eyes. His hair messy and falling a bit into his face as he traces his thumb over your cheek. Letting you fully catch your breath.

“How do you feel? Are you tired?” His question sparks a bit of rebellion in you, as you eye him with the same pout he’d aimed at you earlier tonight and the same words, “Not even a little.”

He laughs, boisterous as he pulls you into a hug so familiar and like Mirio, nuzzling into you and kissing you with such affection it makes you laugh as well. “I love you sunshine, you know that?”

“I do now,” you quip, kissing his nose as he grins.

“Good,” he kisses you deeper, pulling your focus to his lips as he grips his leaking cock and lines himself up, letting your slick coat his tip as he pressed forward a little.

The sting is a bit sharper than you expected. Gasping into the kiss and making him pause as he checks on you.

“M’fine,” you’re forced to verbally assure, least he stop and you wouldn’t put it past him to do so.

“You tell me if I’m hurting you, promise?” You nod, doing your best now not to let even a peep even as you feel the stretch and burn of him pushing inside. It doesn’t hurt but it’s a strangely new sensation as your muscles spasm and clench around the hard cock splitting you open.

“So tight,” your eyes lock onto his ruined expression, taunt and twisted as he whines, finally letting his tip press up against your cervix where you’re left out of breath and panting. He bites his bottom lip, hard enough to nearly draw blood as he waits, because that’s what it said online and he’d be damned if he hurt you by being impatient.

It’s you who has to initiate movement, wrapping your arms around his neck as the burn inside you fades and the need for friction increases, your hips moving and cunt clamping down. It drags another hissed moan from his lips, his hips automatically bucking a little and making your voice mimic his.

“Yeah? Feel good sunshine?” He’s breathless, already close to an orgasm but refusing to give in before you do. You nod, clinging to him and the feeling of being so full and pressed against his hard body as he begins to rock into you.

“You feel so good, made for me aren’t you baby? Made for my cock.” You aren’t ready for his words as you shiver, his thrusts slow but gaining in power as you relax and allow him in deeper. “You sound like it feels good, should I go faster?” He’s speeding up before you even nod, delirious and pussy drunk as he holds you close, arms around your back and head as he pants into your ear, licking the shell and moaning for you as you mewl and lock your legs around his waist.

You feel the coil winding up in a new way, less noticeable at first but building and drawing your attention as you begin really crying out. His cock slamming into you, hitting inside just right that it leaves you scrambling for even a single thought as pleasure consumes you both. He’s lost in you more so, overcome with delight and pleasure as he ruts into you. His focus only on getting you to come so he can too, his energy mounting despite his strenuous efforts.

“M-Mirio~ m’gonna— again, oh please, I need—,” your voice is hoarse as you cry and moan for him, babbling adorably as you try and plead for him to give it you. To let you cum for him.

“Fuck, you need to cum? Go ahead sunshine, all over my cock, cum for me.” He’s smiling but it’s more of a flash of canines as he moves a hand between you, thumbing at your clit and giving you the final push over the edge as you do cum. “Inside me, cum inside,” your voice has him losing reason as he fucks you. Balls slapping at your ass as he pumps himself into you fast and hard now. Pussy gripping him as he moans, crying out into your throat as he finishes right behind you. Spilling his hot load deep into you, but his hips don’t still.

“Fuck fuck, you feel so good, so good sunshine, fuck, could die like this, so good,” he’s senseless, coming apart as he just keeps moving.

“M-Mirio—,” it’s too much.

His cock doesn’t soften. His hips working in short hard thrusts but they’re beginning to lengthen you realize. The pleasure is blinding but as it drags on, you panic, stuttering through your words as you try to grab his attention.

His eyes are half lidded, hair covering one up as he licks his lips and focuses down where you’re both joined. Mesmerized by how your little cunt takes his cock, how wet you are, how good you feel.

“S’too much!” You sink your nails into his forearms, but he’s just fucking you harder, moaning and losing himself as you feel another orgasm approaching. “Mirio please I can’t—oh, wait I— hah, please!” You feel light headed as he continues pounding and screwing you stupid, your body jerking a bit with the force of his thrusts as he grips you tight to keep you from getting away. You realize he’s mumbling under his breath, sweat dripping down his face and body as he works you both into overstimulation and another orgasm.

“Gonna fill you up, fuck, see you dripping my cum for days, fuck,” he’s unfocused as he sits up, pulling you almost into his lap as he grips your hips and angles them to better sink into you.

“m’coming—!” your vision goes dark for a moment as you’re wracked with another orgasm so close to the last, losing logic as he keeps going, moaning and whining as he grits his teeth and comes again soon after.

“Shit, I’m coming,” he nearly crushes you with his weight as he once more pulls you to his chest. This time he stills, and you feel his cock twitch every few seconds, his warm cum painting your walls as he kisses your neck and face. Your tired limp body in his arms too weak to really reciprocate much.

“Thank you baby, so good for me…” you’re ready for sleep to pull you under as Mirio showers you with affection, but your eyes snap open in panic as his deflated cock starts to harden again. “Fuck just need you one more time… one more…” you whine, hand pushing as his face but his hips are already moving and sliding his thick cock out of you before pushing in.

“Mirio—,”

“One more time, you can do one more for me right sunshine?” His soft eyes, sweet smile, so charming and disarming. You nod unconsciously, not understanding your tired mistake until he’s flipping you on your stomach and pulling your hips up, realization dawning as he slams back inside and leaves you reeling. “Fuck, thank you baby, so tight shit,” he’s gone.

You learned two things that night.

Mirio is a liar, and one more meant three more… and he gives incredible massages, which you found out in the morning after you woke up sore and angry.

[dreamgrlarchive]

Dear dream girl, I really want to be my dream girl but I don’t know where to start. I feel unmotivated most of the time and I only get a burst of motivation at like 3 am. I just what to glow and radiate good energy for myself and find/do what I like

Oh, So You Wanna Be a Dream Girl? 🎀

starting your dream girl journey

Congrats on choosing yourself and your tiara; I am so proud. Prepare to not be liked, to be judged, and to stand out. It’s lonely at the top.

*this guide is for starting the process, not reaching the end result because my version of my own dream girl is inevitably different than yours. bare in mind i’m not holding your hand. i’m nudging you in a good direction.

what is a dream girl?

a dream girl is a girl that has finally fallen in love with who she sees in the mirror. she’s the girl that she can depend on. she has her desired look and she’s on the path to self actualization actively. she’s aware of her branding. she holds herself to the standards she holds other to; and they are HIGH. her self worth isn’t contingent upon a love interest, amount of money, or social status. she’s simply that girl.

do some healing.

yes, i said it. healing. like i’ve said before, you cannot put glitter on literal garbage. that’s not even the slightest bit appealing. you’re gonna journal about your childhood, your biggest influences in life, your biggest fears and how you feel life has treated you. this calls for shadow work. shadow working really helped me figure out some of my toxic traits and how some of the things that were considered normal to me as a child have affected me in the long run. you’re also gonna write hypothetical letters to your loved (and not-so-loved) ones, including yourself. let it all out. say everything you want that person to know. around you or not, dead or alive. prepare to clam up, cry, get angry, feel anxious. good. you should. you feel clammy, hot and sometimes pain when your body is fighting off and healing from a physical sickness. now you’re dealing with the developmental, mental, and emotional parts. you’re doing yourself a disservice choosing to stay the same toxic, nasty, mean, or victimized person you’ve always been.

what do you want?

before you can start to even do the smallest improvements, you have to have a clear goal. or else you’ll just be running around in circles (heh) over grandiose blurry wishful thinking. ultimately resulting in you giving up and choosing to be basic bc it’s easier. what do you want out of life? how do you want to be treated? what do you want to do? what makes you happy? and most importantly, how do you want to feel? see, it’s more than just the frills and glitter. you have to know what you’re trying to get to, internally and externally.

grab a diary, adorn it with pretty little details and commit to it. pair it with your fav writing utensil. outline all of your goals. every single last one of them. you can categorize them, scale them from short to long term, easy to hard. it doesn’t matter. do absolutely what you want to do to make a concrete record of your goals that’s digestible for you.

what are you going to do?

*fabulosity by kimora lee simmons*

compare your dream reality to the one you’re currently experiencing. what is she doing that you aren’t? that’s it. do that. anyone can read blogs about the process and other people success stories but those posts aren’t gonna change your life unless you get up and go for what you want. i don’t know what exactly you desire out of life. you do. so you have the instructions for this journey. the first part was easy, this is simple but not nearly as effortless. it’s up to you and not anyone else. you teach others how to treat you. improvements you can make include better: hygiene, self talk/treatment, outward energy, work ethic, discipline, health, consumed content, relationships, looks, habits.

the work

it’s time to apply yourself. get up everyday and actively work towards your goal. be kind to yourself. take yourself to the doctors. get active. eat right. find your passion. DO THE HEALING.

everyone’s journey is SO different so i’m just going to do a quick rundown of the importance of each of the ten facets of your dream girl journey (that build upon each other. ie; looks do not benefit you when your hygiene is insufficient):

*these facets are loosely based on maslow’s hierarchy of needs

health - are you taking care of yourself? please treat yourself how you would your loved ones. you’ll be surprised how physical issues manifest mentally, and vice versa. get adequate sleep. take baby steps if need be. some of these adjustments may be huge to you. be gracious with your journey.

consumed content - everything you engage in is your diet. the company you keep, food you eat, music you enjoy. you get the idea. do you feel light and ready to take on the day? or do you feel drained and sick more often than not. make some adjustments wherever you see necessary.

hygiene - extremely important. stick to a routine for your hygienic needs. you should have rituals you engage in everyday. don’t forget that your health and hygiene go hand in hand. oral and feminine hygiene is so crazily important. please don’t neglect yourself. i talk about my routines in detail here.

habits - daily habits are so crucial to your lifestyle. adjust these and consciously break your bad habits by supplementing your life with equal and opposite habits.

self talk/treatment - simple. be kind to yourself. hold yourself accountable for flaws and mistakes while loving yourself enough to be patient with the journey of improving.

outward energy - be very aware of the vibes you’re permeating. again this is so a huge determination of how you will be treated and how you will live your life.

work ethic/discipline - it’s gonna take serious accountability to escape the desire to stay comfortable. you have to tell yourself that you deserve *your desired end result* so you will *make specific change/adjustment.* it’s that simple (again simple doesn’t mean easy).

relationships - if you don’t like the way you’re treated by those in your life, those relationships need to be reevaluated. you can make some trims on your circle, have some honest conversations, or adjust your behaviors (because sometimes, YOU are the problem).

passion and career - in order to feel fulfilled in life, we all need a purpose. discover yours. incorporate your passion into your daily life.

looks - develop your signature and hone in on it. looks are very important to your perception (self and public). check out this guide to help with this part. however you wanna feel is how you should display yourself.

be a dream girl!

you’ve discovered all the facets of creating your dream self and reality. now it’s time to apply what you’ve learned. start showing up in life in the fashion you want to be seen in.

that’s it! the rest is up to you!

- xoxo, dreamgrlarchive 🎀

[ih34rt-alphatxuri]

Read Your Diary

table of contents/pairing: max verstappen x reader

summary: he needed to find a way to get inside of her, for ever and ever and ever.

warnings: obsessive behaviour, emotional manipulation, borderline stalking and an overall toxic dynamic with an oblivious Y/N, use of explicit language, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids), p in v, breeding kink if you squint. I absolutely do not condone any form of emotional manipulation or toxic relationships. This is a work of fiction and most definitely not a reflection of this person's real actions or personality.

message from A☆: Hey !! So recently I've been reading a lot of dark fics so I wanted to try and write one of my own. This fic has the same structure as Chewing Cotton Wool, and this (Read Your Diary) is one of my fav Måneskin songs, and I put A LOT of effort into it. Btw, I didn't use the whole song ! I only used the lyrics that I felt resonated with the storyline I wanted. (I fully went in and edited the smut part I AM SORRYYY) I hope you enjoy...

P.S, try and spot the song references throughout the fic !!

Brought you some roses, you didn't take them So I shed a tear

He was just trying to be nice. That's what Y/N thought. She'd been working as Christian Horner's secretary for only a couple months now, and his star driver had quickly taken a liking to her. But who could blame him? She was young, a few years younger than him, and absolutely gorgeous. Max would send her a bouquet if her favorite flowers every single race weekend, and in the beginning she'd never take them. How did he know what her favorite flowers were? He had his ways...but she always refused them. Little did she know, Max was watching from down the hall, sometimes he'd shed a few tears over it. After what was probably the millionth time he'd left her flowers, she finally took them. She figured he was just trying to be nice, make her feel welcomed, that's what she kept telling herself. And in that moment it was like something snapped in Max's head: he had to have Y/N, and when he did he'd keep her forever and ever and ever.

Pouring some champagne over your panties So that we can cheers

They were at a party after the race, she was getting absolutely shit-faced drunk. Y/N was wearing a short, sparkly party dress, the light catching every fleck of glitter as she moved. She danced the night away, downing drink after drink. That's when she bumped into Max, his glass of champagne pouring all over the front of her dress.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry schatje (little treasure)...let me help you." Max grabbed a napkin, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her in closer to wipe her off. He knew this was a bit risky, but Y/N wasn't refusing his touch.

"Maxie...hi!" She giggled drunkenly leaning into his touch. This was perfect. Max tried his best to wipe her off, but her dress was still sticky with the fizzy fluid.

"Y/N, darling, you should get changed...your dress is in no condition to stay on your body." He smoothed her hair over with one hand, looking into her eyes as she spoke.

"No, im fine Maxie!" She whined. She clearly wasn't, and Max wasn't going to skip out on the chance to be her knight in shining armour; even if in reality he was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Counting the hours, counting the seconds 'Till I can feel your bones

"Oh, but Y/N, liefje (darling), you're too drunk to think straight." His tone had the slightest hint of mockery, but she was too drunk to tell.

"No, Max...I'm perfectly fine to be alone.'' She spoke between hiccups, trying not to stumble over herself as Max led her back to her room.

"No you're not, come on...let me take care of you." There was a certain darkness in his eyes as he spoke. As he led her into her hotel room he had an almost malicious smirk on his face. He didn't want to take advantage of her though, even if he was counting the hours until he could feel her bones beside him. All he wanted was a chance to get closer to her, to get inside her head.

Dance in your shoes, read your diary to Get inside of you, you, you

This was Max's chance. As she peacefully slept he got up and began to go through her things. Her suitcase, her clothes, her purse, everything he could find. That's when he found it: Y/N's diary. He flipped through the pages, taking photos, drowning himself in her words. He knew it was wrong to read her diary, but this was perfect. It was all her emotions, written out in front of him. This was the way, he thought, the way to get to her. Infect her with his love, rot her mind with his sugary sweet lies. He needed her in the palm of his hand.

Forever and ever and ever.

I'm not a coward, I'm not a hero But I can be your toy I'll be the pill that you wanna swallow When you're looking for the joy

Reading her diary had been like dissecting her brain, he learned everything about her. What she liked, what he hated, the things that made her weak in the knees and swoon, and the things that turned her off. He knew just the way to have her at his will, have her wrapped around his finger. And that's exactly what was happening. After weeks of tedious yet discreet manipulation, he almost had her. Max was the one Y/N would go to first when she felt down, when she needed to get something off her chest, when she was excited about something. It was almost like he was her drug, little did she know it was all his fault. But she was too oblivious to realize it. Her friends tried to warn her, but it was no use. He was already getting to her, he'd already turned into her joy-pill.

Cried on your nudes, wearing your perfume Now I taste like you, you, you

This was wrong, so wrong. He knew it. But Max would go to the ends of the earth to even have a small taste of her. He sat quietly outside her apartment building, phone in hand. What a stupid, oblivious girl. She'd left the window wide open as she got changed, Max snapping pictures of her naked body without her knowledge. Once back in his own home, he pulled out his phone to flip through the pictures. Such a pretty, ignorant girl. He felt himself getting harder and harder as he looked at her body in each picture. Max could cry over her nudes, he needed her so badly. He grabbed a small bottle from him bedside drawer: a small travel-spray of Y/N's perfume. Max sprayed his pillow with it every night, craving her scent and body beside him. He decided to take a shower to get his mind off things, but now he practically tasted like her. There was no taking his mind off her now.

Forever and ever and ever

Oh, why don't you give a little love now, baby?

Alone, in the shower Using my left hand so it feels like you

Max had been alone in the shower for about an hour now, jerking his cock to the thought of her. The smell of her perfume still lingered, the mental image of her naked body driving him insane. He needed to have her, he couldn't wait much longer. But he almost had her, she was just within reach. He came with a loud groan, his release coating his own hand. He could only imagine how much better his cock would feel elsewhere; in her hand, her mouth, her pussy...but he had to wait just a little longer.

So please, I'm begging To feel something new

It had been like a predator circling its oblivious prey; she had no clue he already had her in the palm of his hand. She was under the impression that this was what she wanted, this was all out of her own volition. But that was far from the truth. Max was behind it all, meticulously puppeteering her feelings. But she'd never know, he'd make sure of it. As she entered his apartment, the feeling of his hand on her lower back was sending chills through her body, Max smilled maliciously to himself. But he had to make her think she was the one in control, that this was her choice. They walked to his couch and both sat down, their bodies mere millimeters away from each other. He had already brought out a bottle of wine and two glasses for them. They sipped on their drinks and just talked, but behind his blue eyes he was waiting for the perfect window to strike. About 4 and a half glasses in, she'd scooted closer to him, leaning her head on his shoulder subconsciously. Now was the moment, thought Max. His hand slipped away to her thigh, slowly rubbing up and down and driving Y/N mad.

"Max..." she whined his name, it was like music to his ears.

"What, liefje (darling), what's wrong?" He had to hide his smirk, the slightest hint of mockery and possibly pity in his tone.

"Fuck...I think I need you..." She was too drunk to think before she spoke, her thighs rubbing together slightly as she yearned for some sort of friction.

"Aww...you need help darling?" He lifted her chin, pulling her in closer. All she could do was nod, letting him pull her in for a kiss.

One thing led to another, and they ended up in Max's bed. She'd practically been begging him to feel something new the whole way there, it's ironic how she thought she was the one in control. Max put her down onto the bed and reached under her skirt to remove her panties. He ran a finger through her folds, collecting her wetness.

"You're desperate me, huh schatje (little treasure)?" He brings his fingers up his mouth, licking them clean. All she could do was whine out a reply, she was desperate. With than Max knelt before her, leaving a trail of kisses up her thighs as Y/N squirmed with anticipation. The feeling of his tongue over her pussy, he ate her out like a man starved. Every moan that rolled off her tongue only riled him up more, he licked every inch of her center and sucked her clit like it was his last meal. As she begged him to let her come, her words caught in her throat with a squeal as he plunged two fingers into her entrance. She wanted to cry, it was all too much. "Aww, you wanna come liefje (darling)?" He smiled up at her and spoke in an almost mocking tone as he worked his fingers in and out of her and rubbed greedy circles on her puffy, overstimulated clit.

"Please, Maxie, please, please let me come...fuck!" She gasped out, her hands tangled in his hair.

"Since you asked so nicely, darling, I'll let you...come all over my fingers..." He sucked her clit and pumped his fingers even faster, pushing her over the edge. He came with a loud, straggled moan, her slick leaking out over Max's fingers and palm. He licked his fingers clean once again, then pulling himself back on top of her.

"You wanna taste yourself schatje (little treasure)? Hm?" He grabbed by the neck, with a rough gentleness, while taunting her with his patronizing tone. He kissed her roughly, Y/N whined at the taste of herself on his tongue and his hand gripping her neck, she needed more. Max was her drug, and she was too far into her addiction.

"Max I fucking need you...please." She reached up and pulled his face back down for another heated hiss.

"Anything for you, liefje (darling)." He smiled down at her, their foreheads touching. This was the moment Max had been waiting for for months, dreaming, fantasizing. He wouldn't wait another minute to make her his. So, he stripped himself of his clothing and Y/N removed whatever was left of hers. He cautiously got on top of her, like she was the most delicate creature on the planet, and aligned the hit tip with her hole. But he wanted to draw this out, so he slowly dragged the tip of his dick along her slit, rubbing it on her clit and then back down. Max could've died a happy man right there, his body hovering over hers as she begged for his cock and trembled.

"Please Max, stop teasing, I need it so fucking badly..." She said in a whiny, needy tone. Seconds later Max was pushing his cock into her, stretching her out as she moaned. He didn't waste a minute, not even allowing her to adjust. It's like a switch kicked off in him, he was feral. He thrust in and out of her at a fast, rough, yet delicious speed. Within minutes of him fucking her she was already a babbling mess.

"Aww, Y/N darling, already too fucked out to speak?" He mocked, deriving a little too much joy from seeing her at his will.

"Maxieee- fuck- 's too good...fucking fuck!" She moaned out, but Max was far from done yet. She felt her walls fluttering around him as his dick twitched, a tell-tale sign they were both gonna come.

"Need to come, liefje? Aww, I'm gonna fill you up so fuck- fucking good. Gonna claim this fucking pussy..." He groaned, feeling his climax reaching.

"Please, Maxie- fuck- need to come so bad, 's too much, fuck- please" She moaned out breathlessly, but she was already gone. The knot in her stomach had already snapped, spilling her slick all over Max's cock. He soon followed suit, his dick twitching inside her and the painting her walls with his come. He took a look down at where their bodies met, smiling maliciously down at the sight of the mix of his and her release leaking out on his cock. He then collapsed on to her with a loud groan, propping himself up on his elbows to look at her face.

"You're mine now...you get that? Or are you still too cockdrunk to understand me?" He spoke in an almost patronizing tone, running a had over her hair; all she could do was nod in her fucked out state. After catching his breath, Max got up and ran over to the bathroom. He came back minutes later, picking Y/N up from the bed. She whined into his neck.

"Come on, darling...gotta get you cleaned up..." With that, he dropped her down into the tub, and he practically worshiped her body. He ran his soapy hands over her whole body, washing off the sweat with the utmost caution. He used a washcloth to wipe the come off her sensitive center, she whined softly at times. But Max was extremely gentle, and when he got her out of the bath and sat her on the counter wrapped in a towel, he took a quick rinse. He then took them both back to the bed, giving her one of his t-shirts to sleep in. She drifted off peacefully in his arms, not knowing what she'd gotten herself into. Now Max had her, he was inside her head. He was going to keep it that way, forever and ever and ever.

[goodoldfashionedengineer]

So, most of you will probably know that Jason's use of weapons is suuuper inconsistent.

Sometimes he's using guns with real bullets. Sometimes he uses rubber bullets. Sometimes he uses no guns at all. Sometimes he uses a crowbar.

Yes, his use of guns reads to me how he stands to the batfamily - but that's not what this post is about.

Some writers just really don't want him to use guns.

But because he's a vigilante, he needs an alternative. Can be hand to hand combat. Or like the aforementioned crowbar.

(If they are using this approach, I don't think they should use any basic ass crowbar that you can get from any hardware store. Make it electric, give it paint, put glitter on it, just do something with if you think "yeah, let's give this guy who was violently beaten with a crowbar, a crowbar as his main weapon")

If you really don't want him to use guns, then just bring back the All-Blades. His magic swords which he can only summon when used on an evil person.

And yes, I am aware they are only effective against magic, but it's comics, you can write the ever the fuck you want, if they'd want to, they could change it.

Like, imagine he tracks down the next big bad, has him cornered. He is about summon the blades - but he can't.

He decides "not worth my time".

The big bad? Totally offended by this.

What do you mean not worth your time?! He has planned this for months into the finest detail and now what? You just say 'nah' and leave?!

Jason punches him. Hard.

Just because he can't summon the blades, just because he isn't deemed evil enough, doesn't mean Jason can't give him a good punch.

[autisticlancemcclain]

“The Exoxins are very…” Coran purses his lips, searching for the word. “Particular, let’s say.”

Hunk cocks his head. “In what way?”

“They’re quite fixated on personal appearances. They have been known to refuse alliances in the past when diplomats don’t meet their… aesthetic expectations.”

Before Keith can make a slightly mean joke about keeping Shiro on the castle, then (it’s been too long since he has been humbled), Lance snorts. Without bothering to look up from his doodling, half slumped over his station on the bridge, he says, “Well, we better send Keefers. Only way we’ll get a guaranteed alliance.”

“Okay, asshole, real funn — wait.” Keith blinks. That’s not the insult he thought it was. “Did you just — are you flirting with me?”

Lance flicks brown eyes up to meet his, eyebrows raised, amused smirk on his face. “Have been for a year now, thanks for noticing.”

Keith’s jaw drops. He feels a blush climbing up his neck like he’s a fuckin’ kettle, boiling from the bottom up, because what.

“What.”

“Keith.” The rampant redness on Keith’s face must give Lance pause, because he finally turns his whole attention towards him, straightening up from his seat and facing him head on. “I thought you were just ignoring me. You’re telling me your dumb ass has just been — what, completely oblivious to it?”

“I’m not obvious,” Keith argues, strained. He’s well aware of the snickering behind him and chooses to ignore it. “Usually your flirting is horrible and obnoxious and gets you rightfully punched, so excuse me for not noticing.” He waits a beat, and then tacks on, “Or tied to a tree.”

He’s gratified to see Lance’s smug demeanour crack at the mention of the Nyma incident.

“That was four years ago, dipstick. I was seventeen. It doesn’t take away from the fact that you are so thick headed that you are incapable of taking a hint. Did you think I kept finding reasons to be shirtless around you for fun?”

Keith sputters. He had noticed that Lance was shirtless around him an awful lot, but in his defence he was putting his braincells more towards memorizing a broad back and a glittering belly piercing rather than, like, puzzling out why the fuck Lance wasn’t wearing a shirt.

“I thought you were — hot, or something!”

Lance grins wolfishly. “You think I’m hot?”

“Go fuck yourself!”

“Is that what you want to see?”

Keith makes a hoarse screeching noise in the back of his throat. It is echoed behind him, by all of his friends, actually, but for entirely different reasons, and he hates them all and they are all written out of his will.

Lance slowly stands from his seat, soundlessly stalking over to where Keith stands, leaning against a wall. Keith considers braining himself against a hard surface so he does not half to deal with Lance stupid sexy leer and sparkling eyes et cetera.

“‘Cause if it is,” Lance murmurs, placing a hand next to Keith’s head and leaning in close, “all you had to do was ask, baby.”

“I am going to kill you with fire,” Keith croaks.

Lance chuckles. “Sure, caliente.” He kisses Keith’s cheek and saunters back to his chair. Keith considers asking his lions to help him change his bayard into an anvil and chucking it at Lance’s face. It does not help his situation.

“Well,” Coran says awkwardly, after what can only be several minutes of charged silence. “the good news is that if we send you both that alliance is as good as guaranteed.”

[pasukiyo]

𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. | tom riddle.

tom riddle x f!ravenclaw prefect reader 2,427 words warnings; smut, angst read part two here.

 “i was wondering when you’d show up.”

 she glanced around the top of the deserted astronomy tower, swiping loose strands of hair back behind her ear as her chest heaved, slightly winded from the venture up the staircase. her eyes, which had been narrowed all up until this point, softened as she drank in the sight of tom riddle— dark hair with eyes just as dark seemingly sparkling underneath the moonlight, his arms crossed over his chest, leaning back against the stone railing behind him. the head boy badge on his chest gleamed brilliantly beneath the moonlight too, her own prefect badge glittering just the same. 

 “i hope i haven’t kept you waiting long,” she murmured, her anger at the boy before her seemingly melting away, unable to resist his alluring charm. “caught two slytherin fourth years trying to sneak away into a broom closet,” she snickered as she joined him at his side, leaning back against the railing as well. “can i not rely on you to keep your own house in line?”

 tom’s expression did not change, for it usually did not, but he emitted some sort of scoff, and she’d accept it as nearly a laugh. “doesn’t matter how many times you try to discipline them, children will still be children,” he replied, and he caught her eyes from the side of his sockets. she cocked an eyebrow, “slytherin children, in particular?” tom simply rolled his eyes, and her lips curved up into a smile to match the crescent up in the sky, giving him a slight push with her shoulder. 

 “you sound like a grandfather,” she teased, nestling in closer to his side as the breeze picked up, the chill littering her skin with goosebumps. “merlin, tom, you couldn’t have picked a warmer place to meet up?”

 it was tom who cocked an eyebrow this time, “if you wish to leave, be my guest.” her lips pressed themselves together and she pouted with a huff, grumbling incoherent noises. “that’s not fair. i don’t even know if the reason you invited me up here tonight was important or not.”

 something seemed to shift in tom’s behavior at the change of topic, he seemed more tense, almost uncomfortable. she blinked as she tried to catch his gaze, and he didn’t move, but seemed to be somewhere else all the same. “tom?” she called his name softly and he turned, leaning over the stone railing and resting his elbows against it. she rushed to do the same, her brow furrowing in concern. “i may be a ravenclaw, but that does not mean i’m able to read your mind.”

 he shook his head, almost as if to brush her off. he pushed off of the railing and stared down at her, his height towering over her, his darkness eclipsing the light provided by the stars and the moon. “i’m sure you know by now that i am a blunt person,” he began, and she shivered, although she wasn’t sure if this time it was due to the breeze, or due to the coldness of his tone. “so the reason why i invited you here tonight, was to say goodbye.”

 she blinked, clearly taken aback. she was sure she was numb, for the moment he had spoken those words, she felt like nothing. she couldn’t believe what he was saying, how could he say such things, as if everything they had been through together— everything they had done together— suddenly didn’t matter?

 tom remained silent. he only gazed into her irises, awaiting her reply. she blinked again. and then she shook her head. “i— i’m afraid i do not understand,” she breathed at last, disbelief making her chest feel tight, and even doing just that— breathing— felt like an unnecessarily difficult task. “you’ve come to say goodbye? what— what does that mean?”

 tom seemed to have expected this reaction, for he already had a reply waiting on the tip of his tongue. “i mean that after tonight, i do not wish to see you again.” 

 she blinked again. the familiar haze of tears blurred her vision.

 so she blinked once more. 

 twice. 

 thrice. 

 she could feel her tears now slipping down her cheeks, and she wondered if tom longed to collect them on the pad of his thumb, as he had done before. if he did, he made no show of it, and he remained eerily still and silent. 

 “but i— i— you,” she couldn’t even form a coherent sentence, much less a coherent thought. her mind was a tempest, and every single one of her thoughts squeezed themselves together, her own head like an ancient rune with no cipher. her eyebrows knit together as she drew air into her chest, trying to will herself to breathe. “but i thought— you— tom, i love you.”

 tom merely blinked, as if those three words meant absolutely nothing to him. she searched his face, desperate for something that would make him seem human again. she shook her head, “why? give me one good reason why i should walk away from you, why i should let go of you.”

 her request seemed to take him aback, and tom straightened his posture, turning his head to instead gaze at the black of the sky. she watched as his eyes gleamed in the starlight, as if the stars held an answer. she watched the rise and fall of his chest, his own breathing pattern seeming to become irregular, and watched as the ball at the base of his throat bobbed when he swallowed. 

 could it be that for once, tom riddle was nervous?

 “the way you make me feel,” he started, “frightens me.”

 she blinked. tom riddle had certainly told her a lot of surprising things tonight, but this seemed to be the most shocking of all. the words should have held some sense of weakness in them, but as the stared back into the voids of his eyes, she could see no weakness at all. she even feared that she may have misheard him, blinking again, furrowing her eyebrows. 

 “what?”

 “this fluttery feeling i get in my chest when you’re near, this feeling of my heart pounding so hard inside of me that i feel like i’m going to explode,” he said it almost so naturally, even though she knew it was anything but, “the feeling of.. dread.. panic that something is going to happen to you… it’s sickening.”

 her expression softened, and she dared to step forward, trying to reach out for his hand, “tom.”

 “no,” he said it so coldly, moving back away from her all in one motion. his jaw tensed but he willed his gaze to stay locked on her, as if he was afraid that a sliver of weakness would slip and fall through the cracks of his crumbling walls. “i cannot see you again. i cannot allow this.. this weakness to take over me.”

 she stepped forward, grasping his hand in hers before he had the chance to recoil. “you’re not weak for feeling something,” she said in just barely above a whisper, “it’s alright to feel, tom. it’s what makes us human.”

 he drew his hand away, slowly this time, almost as if he were unsure. she stepped closer again, this time reaching up to cup his cheek with her hand, the other grasping his forearm, as if anchoring him, tying him down to this moment. 

 “what are you so afraid of?” she asked. it was a simple question— but one tom wasn’t sure he was ready to admit. 

 but as he gazed down into the eyes of the girl before him, the girl who wanted him, was pleading for him to stay, he knew he didn’t have to say anything. his gaze flickered down to her lips, his heart pounding hard against his chest as if it desired to leap straight out of it, to rest in the palm of her hands. 

 he hated this feeling. hated feeling tethered to her, hated feeling. all he ever knew was the opposite— he was conceived under a love potion after all, and all his life, he was certain that he could never truly know what love was. 

 so maybe this wasn’t what love felt like after all. maybe he could convince himself that this was just infatuation— maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to keep her around anyway. as long as his heart remained intact, surely nothing could go wrong. 

 she was like wine, alluring, addicting— everything that was dangerous for him. and yet, he couldn’t stay away. 

 it all happened at once— tom’s hand cradled her cheek, his longer fingers slithering around until the pads pressed against the middle of the back of her head, drawing her in closer and closer until their lips met. the kiss was like fire, their tongues the fuel as they danced along one another, desperate to drink each other in, to feel close, closer than they already were. her arms wrapped themselves around his neck to draw him in even closer to her body, his warmth canceling out the chill of the night’s breeze. tom peeled an eyelid open to check their surroundings before walking her back, back until she was pressed against the door of the exit in which she arched her back off as tom’s kisses trailed down her neck, his fingers like snakes as they slithered underneath her robes. 

 “t.. tom,” she gasped as his hands slid down, down, down until they reached the end of her skirt, making its slowly ascent back up, up, up, his palms resting on either of her hips. “shhh,” he breathed against her skin as he worked her underwear down her thighs, letting them slip down to her ankles. she pressed her lips together as his fingers, soft and gentle as they were, ghosted over her sex, the phantom of his touch making her shudder, her head banging against the door behind her. 

 she whimpered as he glanced down at her, her eyelids squeezed shut as the pads of his fingers rubbed against her clit, her hips bucking into his touch before he drew it away. the same hand he had used to touch her grabbed her chin and squeezed, her lids flying open as he forced her gaze to fall under his. “do not close your eyes,” he murmured, “look at me while i pleasure you.”

 she felt as though she could melt right there, on top of the astronomy tower, by his warm words alone, never mind the cold. his fingers trailed back down the side of her body until they were yet again teasing the inside of her thighs, his hand not rubbing up and down against her clit gripping the back of her head, locking her gaze onto his heated one. 

 “please, tom,” she mewled as she bucked and writhed against his body, seeking more friction from his fingers, seeking more. “i want— i want..”

 she trailed off as his fingers pressed just a little harder against her throbbing clit, his forehead falling down against hers. “what is it that you want, darling?” he murmured. “hm?”

 “oh, tom,” she cried when he pressed down even harder against her clit, itching for her response. “you. please, i just want you.”

 tom’s head rolled against hers, but their eye contact never once broke as he pulled his hands away from her to instead fumble with his trousers, sliding them down just enough to let his cock spring free. she didn’t dare look down, too entranced by him, his voids for eyes drawing her in, closer and closer until she was free-falling into them, into him. 

 she didn’t even break out of her trance when he pushed himself inside. 

 her arms tightened around his neck and she moaned, she moaned so loud, but he muffled her sounds with his lips, the kiss equally as pleasant. her kissing was sloppy, her brain unable to wrap around both their kiss and the way his cock felt inside of her, the way he was filling her up to the absolute brim. she melted like putty in the palms of his hands, free to be morphed in whichever way he pleased. 

 tom knew it all too well. in fact, he loved it. 

 tom’s lips were more controlled, his kiss careful, calculated. it was just like everything else in his life— exceptional, polished, perfect. perfection was what tom strived for— and he wouldn’t settle for anything less. 

 his thrusts were calculated too, his hips setting a regular but he brutal pace, hissing through his teeth at the way she squeezed him. it was unlike anything he’d ever felt before, this pleasure, and although he had tried to deny it before, he knew he would never be able to give this up. 

 his irises surged into hers, his thumb caressing the skin just beneath her bottom lashes, willing her to keep her eyes open, just a little bit longer. her eyelids were heavy over her eyes and threatened to fall any moment but she would not let them, no, because his eyes were so dark, so warm, so inviting. she wouldn’t mind if she got lost in them forever. 

 “tom.. i—“ she couldn’t even finish her sentence, her mind a murky slime, each thrust of his cock against the most sensitive spot inside her sending her deeper and further into submission. it was as if tom could sense this, and he reveled in it. 

 of course he loved knowing that he was in control, that she was willing to give herself up to be in his control. she was limp and pliant in his arms as if his touch alone was enough to tranquilize her— he almost couldn’t believe how easy it would be to manipulate her. and she belonged to ravenclaw house?

 but the longer he stared at her, he felt that same fluttery feeling coming back to his chest, that same panic and dread he had mentioned earlier creeping its way into his heart, and it throbbed. no, no— this couldn’t be what love was. certainly, love wouldn’t make him so uncomfortable?

 no, it couldn’t be. love couldn’t be this powerful, this out of control. that couldn’t be what it was. 

 and if it was, then tom riddle feared it. 

 but when he slammed his hips into her one final time, his release spilling inside of her, painting her insides white, marking her forever as his, he knew that even still, he would never be able to get enough of her. 

a/n; not sure if anyone still reads tom riddle fics either but man he’s been on my mind so much lately 😭 i just finished rereading harry potter so that’s probably why lmao also not sure how i feel about this one but hey, it’s a thing and i actually finished it

[trollpostings]

Kicking my feet writing on my trolls blog with a glitter pen. I think that the putt putt trolls have sharper teeth and claws and stuff and are generally more "wild" than most other trolls because of the, gestures, 20 years of isolation. And their food is not their size!!! The food they eat is not their size!!! They're tearing into that stuff! They're eating burger patties that probably feed like ten people at once!

I am a huge lover of the "trolls are an adaptive species" headcanon. I also like big chonky teeth and claws in character design. So I'm combining those. Also I noticed that most, if not all, of the putt-putt trolls are monochromatic except for Viva! Clay too, to an extent. Can we talk about the fact that he's gone so far to change himself that his literal skin has shifted from bright blue to a teal color? Anyway, I think putt-putt trolls are like, chameleon sort of trolls. They can change colors instantly in order to camouflage.

They also don't seem to be eating the same sort of berries and fruits and vegetables that the Pop trolls are used to. Points at the burger patties again. They're eating meat. They're mostly eating meat. And yeah I know that there's troll sized burgers in canon, but we mostly only see that in Lonesome Flats, and I'm talking about Pop trolls right now. Pop trolls are not shown eating meat very often. To go from a mostly vegetable/fruit diet to a mostly meat diet (with like, the fries and shakes too, of course) in a very sudden shift can make a person very sick and mess with their body, which is why when people change diets, they do so in small increments. For body and health safety.

Also I don't think they're cooking the Putt Putt course food super often. For safety. Smell travels. Look at how fast Bridget and Gristle found them after they'd made food hours earlier! They're definitely not taking that risk often. Viva did say it was for celebration. They're probably eating that stuff frozen

There's a lot going on in this post, but the main big point is. Putt Putt trolls likely had a massive sudden shift in literal physiology and biology. Such as quicker color shifting, camouflage, sharper teeth made for eating meat and pointier claws for meat as well. I also said this in an earlier post but I do think they move silently. You will not see them unless they want you to, and that's literally canon (when the group firsts enters, when Clay literally disappears between frames to get to the gate, when Bridget and Gristle get to the putt putt course, ect).

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM SHREK 2 *  assorted dialogue from the 2004 film, adjust as necessary

it's so good to be home!

aren't you two a sight for sore eyes!

look at the time. i guess you'd better be going.

don't you want to tell me about your trip?

we need a little time, you know, to be together. just with each other.

you don't have to worry about a thing.

i will always be here to make sure nobody bothers you.

i'll see you sunday for a barbecue or something.

royal ball? can i come?

don't you think they might be a bit shocked to see you like this?

stop it. they're not like that.

you could at least give them a chance.

who says i want to be a part of this family?

so that's it. you won't come?

we are not going. and that's final.

are we there yet?

that's not funny. that's really immature.

this is taking forever. there's no in-flight movie or nothing!

so... you still think this was a good idea?

happy now? we came. we saw them. now let's go.

quick! while they're not looking, we can make a run for it.

i'd like you to meet my husband.

what do you mean, "not on the list?" don't tell me you don't know who i am.

thanks for waiting. i had the hardest time getting into this place.

i suppose that would be a fine place to raise the children.

it's a bit early to be thinking about that, isn't it?

i only did that because i love her.

i'm here to make it all better.

i don't want to leave. when did you decide this?

do you think it might be nice if somebody asked me what i wanted?

i've made changes for you, [name]. think about that.

i knew this would happen.

i think you're taking this a little too personally.

you act as if love is totally predictable.

is that you? my gosh! it's been years.

you've forced me to do something i really don't want to do.

my diet is ruined!

use your imagination.

i need to have someone taken care of.

who dares speak to me?

for this, i charge a great deal of money.

i was hoping you'd let me apologize for my despicable behavior earlier.

i don't know what came over me. do you suppose we could pretend it never happened and start over?

we passed that three times already!

don't get huffy! i'm only trying to help!

almost everybody that meets you wants to kill you.

i do believe we can make this work to our advantage.

i would think you'd be happy for me.

i'm just thinking about what's best for you. maybe you should do the same.

pick me! i'll be your true love!

for you, baby... i could be.

if you really love her... you'll let her go.

just leave the bottle.

it was all just a stupid mistake.

i hate mondays.

i can't believe you'd walk away from the best thing that happened to you.

he's gorgeous! he has a face that looks like it was carved by angels.

you know, shockingly, this isn't make me feel any better.

you better have a good reason for dragging us down here.

perhaps it's best if we just call the whole thing off?

you can't force someone to fall in love.

you're supposed to say i have the right to remain silent. nobody said i have the right to remain silent!

i am wearing ladies underwear.

we're going to need flour. lots and lots of flour.

i'm just playing the part.

is that glitter on your lips?

will you honor me with a dance?

let's crash this party!

you were supposed to give her the potion!

i'd hoped you'd never see me like this.

i just wish i could be the man you deserve.

if you kiss me now... we can stay like this.

whatever happens, i must not cry.

[kantharohs]

[windvexer]

Heylo! I wanted to ask about your experience post initiation if that's alright .i recently did a tarot reading and got told that to please spirits in order to begin a good working relationship, i must contemplate and be ready to be Changed. there were lots of signs that it could lead to feelings of isolation, and otherness but it will lead me deep into myself (sry if this is too long.) i want to know if u went through something similar, or something else, and is it worth it personally for you. I would also love some pointers as to what I'm supposed to contemplate about. I don't mind the isolation but maybe I'm not understanding some key aspect of it. anyway thank you and i love your blog it's an irreplaceable resource for me. :)

Hi :)

Spirit-lead initiation into witchcraft is a controversial topic, I think in part because it can be very uncomfortable to discuss.

I have been relatively open on my blog that my initiatory experience was extremely painful and required a level of sacrifice and transformation that I was too immature to comprehend at the beginning of the process. Even now it's not something I'm sure I could articulate.

For me it was a process that lasted the majority of a decade. I think this is a relatively average timeline - which I just bring up because I think it's useful to point out that if you are facing the same sort of thing that I faced, it's not just going to be over in a few weeks or months.

Was it worth it personally for me? I don't know. Right now, my answer is that I love who I am and I like my life, and I wouldn't be who I am or have this life if I didn't go through that process. I used to say I'd never do it again if I had the choice. Now, a few years after the fact, sometimes I say I'd do it again. Maybe in a decade I'll think it was worth it.

It's my belief that the sort of initiatory process I, and others, have gone through, isn't necessary for most people to form a good working relationship with the spirits.

I believe that if you have the choice, you should very, very carefully contemplate initiation and only agree to it after a prolonged period of reflection.

So, what's there to contemplate? I dunno. Otherness on the path to spirit-working was a major part of my trip, so if we are kindred, here's maybe something to contemplate:

You are a boulder. You are a very nice boulder in the wilderness. You're composed of many varieties of minerals and metals. You are a gorgeous boulder, glittering in the sunlight, hosting a unique map of inclusions and ore veins unlike any other boulder in the world.

You sit high up on a mountainside. A few meters behind you is a river. Below you is a dry valley.

The waters of the river are pressing up behind you. They rush past you, sweeping by, continuing their eternal circuit in the mountain-range, but rarely trickling into the dry valley below.

One day, you gain an interest - as some boulders do - in allowing some of the water to trickle past you into the valley below. The secrets of nature will allow you to sometimes let water to lap up over your sides, and through narrow crevices, to water the plants you find to be most beautiful, and provide drinking pools for the little animals you hold most dear.

Little by little, the valley beneath you begins to change as you apply yourself to learning the secrets of nature and letting the water flow past you.

After some time, the water begins to whisper in your ear. It appreciates your interest in its flow - it likes your focus on the river. A deal can be brokered:

The river will dissolve only some of the minerals and inclusions that run through you, creating hollow tunnels. Through these tunnels, the water can flow much more easily and rapidly.

But there are conditions.

The conditions are that whatever is washed away can never be returned. How could it? What force in the universe could restore the crystalline structure within you once the waters have carried it away?

And, the river chooses which inclusions will be removed. The river is very wise in these matters; it knows better than anyone how water can best flow through any boulder. It isn't up to you to choose what leaves, and it isn't up to you to choose the nature in which the water will flow through you.

Finally, if you use the secrets of nature to ever stop the flow of water through the new inclusions, you are at risk of crumbling away. The empty caverns within you will dry up and leave you empty in places that should be whole.

The river asks you to contemplate and return with an answer.

Of course it leads you deep into yourself. The river is going to run right through you.

[beybaldes]

I know why we had to say goodbye like the back of my hand

summer sleepover masterlist

jamie tartt x gn!reader

summary : “am i supposed to just let you go?” / “for what it’s worth, i really am sorry”

content warning : technically a part 2 ‘I’d go back in time and change it but I can’t,’ can be read stand alone, more protective!roy and bestfriend!colin, Jamie’s past is held against him and it hurts his feelings because he has changed, two uses of yn, jamie being clueless, angstyish

an : can you tell I’m obsessed with Taylor’s music? Better man is one of the best vault tracks to exist fight me I listened to it the whole time writing this fic.

Christmas and New years come and go and when the first day back at the dog track comes around you’ve almost forgotten about Jamie entirely.

You haven’t spent a single minute of the holidays thinking of him, and yet, he’s spent every single minute of it thinking about you. In no more then 10 seconds, you’d shattered whatever hope he’d had left that maybe, just maybe, he could heal things over between the two of you. And even after that, you’d still wished him a merry Christmas. He was going to get fucking whiplash if things carried on like this.

It was exactly that which had brought him to Keeley’s doorstep at 6am on New Year’s Day. Roy answers the door and he’s still in what he assumes is lasts nights clothes. Even though Roy doesn’t particularly like Jamie, not after what he did to you, he knows Jamie wouldn’t show up here without reason, so he invites him in. He guides Jamie through to the living room and says he’s going to get Keeley but that they’ll be right back. Jamie knows he must look rough if Roy wants to sit in on the conversation too.

There’s glitter on the floor after the party Jamie wasn’t invited to. He’s knows you were here last night. You may still have him blocked on everything, but Colin doesn’t, and fuck, does Colin love posting you. Posting pictures of you all dressed up for the new year, looking perfect as ever, posting videos of the two of you on his story, taking shots together or dancing ridiculously around Keeley’s living room. Part of him knows that in another life, one where he had been a better man sooner, it would’ve been him in Colin’s place; dancing with you at a party, sharing drinks with you, and if he was really lucky, maybe even sharing a kiss at midnight.

“Jamie! Hi! Hey! What are- what are you doing here, babe?” Jamie can tell she’s just as surprised as Roy was to find him here, but that doesn’t deter him from why he came. He knows there’s only one way that he can become a better man, and that’s by trying. “Here, have a pillow.”

Keeley makes sure each of them have a bright, pink pillow in their laps before she encourages Jamie to talk, leaning forward across her own pillow to show Jamie she’s really listening. Even Roy seems open to hearing him out, stretching his arms out across the back of Keeley’s sofa.

“I need to know how I can make things better with yn.”

“Oh, fuck off.” Jamie’s barely got his words out when Roy’s growled at him and Keeley’s smacked Roy in his chest. He takes her hand gently in his and holds it in his lap and Jamie almost winces at the sweet nothingness of the action. “I mean, they’ve told you to leave them alone, so, leave them alone.” Jamie thinks Roy’s changed too, until a mere second later, he lets out the fakest cough known to mankind. “Prick.”

“Oi, I didn’t come here to get bullied by a pensioner, I came here for actual advice.” And just like that Jamie had slipped back into the shell of the person he’d been trying to leave behind. People like Roy made it all too easy, picking on his weak spots with the smallest of words, and causing all his progress to come crashing down.

“What Roy means…” Keeley interrupted, breaking up the bickering before it could ever even really begin. “Is that you made your bed Jamie, now you’ve got to lie in it. If they don’t want to forgive you, or most on from the past, then that’s their choice. You can’t force anyone to forgive you.”

“But everyone else has.” Jamie whined, head thrown back against one of Keeley’s many throw pillows as he took to lying on the settee instead. “I don’t understand why they won’t. I’m trying so…” Jamie paused, sucking in a long breath. He was trying so hard to be better and he couldn’t say that because strong men didn’t need to be better, strong men didn’t want to change for the people they loved. The smaller voice, the one that grew a little louder day in and day out, said the opposite; strong men do change for the people they love, they apologise and they acknowledge their mistakes (even when it hurts to do so). “I just don’t get why they won’t forgive me when almost everyone else has.”

“Did you happen to forget that, out of everyone, yn is the one you actually, literally, cheated on?” Silence fell over Keeley’s living room for the first time in almost 24 hours, and Jamie was sure he’d never heard something so loud in his life. “That maybe, more then anything, more then an apology, what they want is for you to explain why you did what you did?”

“No one wants to know why.” Jamie scoffed, thinking of the multiple apologies he’d make to partners in his lifetime. Each and everyone wanted an apology, he would give it to them, they’d fuck one last time, and then break up on ‘mutual’ terms claiming that it was ‘for the best’. Obviously, he didn’t want things to go like that with you, he wanted to really apologise and for you to really forgive him, and then for the two of you to work on building a friendship between the two of you. But that didn’t mean he’d ever have expect you to want to know why he did what he did. “They want an apology, and for you to seem sorry, and then that’s usually it.”

Keeley eyed him suspiciously, eyes like daggers in a way unusual and unnerving to Jamie. “You don’t know why you did it, do you?”

Jamie can feel Roy’s hand curl into a fist from across the room and he’s sure that if he was any closer he’d be able to hear his blood boiling. “No.” Jamie answers instantly and honestly. “No. I don’t. That’s just who I was then.”

“That’s bullshit.” Roy’s been speaking more then Keeley has and Jamie’s wishing he’d come over for the help at a different time. “You had a year? Two years? To come up with a reason, and that’s all you’ve got?”

Jamie wants to argue. It’s his instinct to argue. To get in some brutal back and forth debating which of them was right about the matter, ultimately say something he shouldn’t, and upset Keeley by upsetting Roy just so he can get out of the conversation. The smaller voice inside his head that’s getting louder tells him the right thing to do, the thing a good man would do, is be honest. So that’s what he does. “They really cared about me, more then anyone ever had, yeah?” Jamie sits up on the sofa, leans his elbows against his knees and hangs his joined hands between his open legs, pulling at his fingers. “Do you know how scary that is? Everyone who was supposed to care about me just ends up hurting me. So, I beat them to it. Hurt them before they can hurt me.”

Keeley and Roy try and get more out of Jamie but he decides he’s been vulnerable enough today and that he has a lot to think about. He spends the remainder of his time off before the season begins again hiding in his bedroom, and thinking about what he did wrong like a told off child.

He decides that on the first day back at the dog track, he’s going to explain everything to you. He’s going to fully embody the better man he’s been trying to become, the man he knows, that once upon a time you knew, he could be.

Thankfully, you have a very peaceful first day back at the dog track. Colin and Isaac come and eat lunch in your office with you, Will hangs around throughout the afternoon helping you with some errands, and Roy brings you coffee at 4 when he knows he’s heading out for the day but you’ve still got some work to do. You’ve barely taken a sip of the saving grace when Jamie enters your office and locks the door behind him. You simply ignore him, continuing to tap away on your laptop and blocking out the image of his puppy dog eyes from your brain.

“Look, can we just talk, yeah?” It seemed Jamie had a way of making you angry by even suggesting he had a right to your time; you stopped typing even though you didn’t mean to. “I want to apologise, and explain, and even if we can’t be friends again, I just don’t want things to be weird anymore.”

“And who’s fault is it that things are weird?” You asked, closing your laptop and leaning back in your chair, creating as much space between the two of you as possible.

“I know, mine, just let me talk, yeah?” Jamie knew he had to get the words out before you interrupted him again or he’d never say them, never give you the explanation Roy had explained, and Jamie had come to understand, you deserved. “I hurt you because I didn’t want you to hurt me. You know what my dads like, what the other people I’ve dated have been like, and every single one of them leaves. And you didn’t, and you didn’t look like you were going too either.” Jamie took a deep breath, holding his own hands to stop them from shaking. “That was so scary, to me, to have someone care about me like that. And, I don’t know, my brain made me think, like, that you were just waiting to hurt me sooner or later, so I should hurt you first.”

You’d fallen completely silent and it entirely unnerved Jamie. All of it made too much sense and a part of you felt so bad for the way you’d acted these past few months. However, you also knew that while Jamie’s insecurities was an explanation to why he did what he did, that it wasn’t an excuse.

“And I couldn’t just break up with you, because I didn’t want to, and I know my actions might not have show it, but I really loved you. And, yeah, I should’ve talked about it instead of sleeping with someone else and getting you to end things, but I didn’t know how to do that back then.” Jamie sucks in a shaky breath and a part of you yearns to hug him, to tell him to not get worked up about it, but you stay in your seat. “And it fucking sucked because I got what I wanted. And I felt so good about it, that you’d hurt me by breaking up with me and that I’d been right, and then I just felt sad.” For the first time since entering your office, Jamie looks at you. “And I just wanted to let you know, that it was never your fault that I did it, it was mine.”

A long silence took over the office, neither you nor Jamie speaking or even breathing as you took in the weight of the words just said to you. Everyone had been telling you for months now that Jamie had changed and you’d been so adamant it was a ruse, but here he was, pouring his heart out to you with the best apology you think he’s ever given, and proving he was a better man.

You stood from your chair, grabbed your bag and half drunk coffee, and tucked the chair under the desk. As you grabbed your laptop and notebook to take home with you, you finally spoke up. “Thank you for explaining Jamie, you don’t know how good it is to hear that after everything. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Jamie brow creased and he moved to step closer to the door, stopping you from leaving immediately. “What? So, that’s it?” When you didn’t answer, Jamie took a step forward, reaching his hand out for yours and finding himself surprised when you didn’t push him away. “Am I supposed to just let you go?”

“You know, Jamie, I missed you every minute of every day for the first 8 months, and then I just wished you had been better.” You squeezed his hand gently and for a moment Jamie felt like he’d woken up from some bad dream and he was still where he was 2 years ago. “And then, I woke up one day, and I didn’t think of you at all.” Jamie knew he’d been a dick, he knew he’d hurt you in a way no one deserved to be hurt, he knew you loved him and he pushed that love away like you’d been offering him a loaded gun instead of the key to your heart. “You would’ve been the one if things had been different, but they weren’t different. And that’s okay, but that means you need to let me go.”

Jamie felt sick to his stomach, god, he couldn’t imagine anything worse to happen to him, and yet, he’d done it all to himself. “Im always going to love you, J.” For 2 years Jamie had imagined you saying those exact words to him, forgiving him for his mistakes and turning things back to how they used to be. It shouldn’t be breaking his heart to hear what he’d hoped, and dreamt, and spent sleepless nights praying for.

Jamie let you leave then, stepping away from the door with a downcast look across his face, and finally pulling himself away from your touch. What if he never got to touch you so softly again? What if this was the last time he ever heard you tell him you loved him? What if this was the last time you let him in your door? “For what it’s worth, I really am sorry.”

“I know Jamie, I am too.” You took a step forward, but not towards the door, wrapping your arms gently around Jamie, humming against his neck when his fingers clawed into your shirt and his lips trembled against your temple. “I am too.”

You left your office together and walked Jamie to his car, you said no when he offered you a lift home and he didn’t beg you to accept it. Even if you had said yes, you doubted he knew the drive from the dog track to your new place, and you didn’t want to hurt him more by letting him find out he didn’t know you like he knew the back of his hand anymore.

Tomorrow morning the team will be surprised by the fact you say good morning to everyone including Jamie, but for right now, alone in the empty Nelson Road car park, Jamie finally gets it, and he finally mourns the love he once lost.

[ikoinsblog]

Summery: drawing Ellie nude for the first time.

Warnings: MDNI! nsfw.

Ellie shifted on the bed to settle herself better. “I have never been drawn before,” she said after a few minutes of silence. “Will it bother you if I talk while you work?”

“No, that’s fine. Just try to stay still.”

“Of course. Have you ever drawn a woman naked before?”

“Sort of. Dina fell asleep one evening after she’d been swimming and I sketched her.”

“And why did you choose to draw her at such a moment? Did you find her image pleasing?”

“She’s very beautiful.” You offered Ellie a quick grin. “Mostly I just draw people when I think they’re going to stay still long enough for me to do a good job of them.”

“Ah, I see. So the sight of her kindled no excitement in you?”

“Not at the time. A sleeping woman doesn’t really offer much appeal to me.”

Ellie chuckled. “I see my line of questioning is going to be defeated.” She paused. “And what about now?” she asked in a low voice. “Do you find me pleasing?”

You were no longer such a stranger to questions intended to seduce you. “You don’t need me to tell you you’re attractive, Ellie. I’ve heard some of the girls talking about your beauty. They’re not shy about offering praise where praise is due.”

Ellie pouted. “I know what others think. I am interested in your opinion. Be honest. Does the sight of me like this have no effect on you at all?”

You didn’t stop your careful drawing, but you did let your eyes linger over Ellie’s more intimate attributes. “Honestly? I think you look ravishing. And I think you’ve seduced enough women in your life that you could hazard a guess as to how you’re affecting me.” You waggled your eyebrows, pleased to see how your blunt reply took Ellie by surprise. “Were you planning on personally testing my level of excitement later on?”

Ellie stared at your in astonishment, clearly taken aback. Seeing the amusement glittering in your eyes, she laughed. “You have grown bold, little one,” she said. “Do not think the change has gone unnoticed. I saw the way you were teasing me this morning. Do you realize how close I came to taking you right there in the pool?”

“I have a fairly good idea. But I didn’t think you’d mind the show, and I liked the way you were responding to me.”

“Oh, my body needs little incentive to respond to your presence, I assure you. Like right now, for instance...” Ellie sighed as her left hand shifted subtly down her body, fingertips caressing her skin lightly. “I can feel your eyes on my body like a kiss of flame. Just being with you like this, naked, exposed...I cannot help but feel aroused.”

You paused in your work to allow yourself a moment just to look at Ellie, and you suddenly noticed how stiff her nipples had become, how her breathing had grown shallower. It took you a moment to realize that Ellie’s left hand had ventured lower, and you gasped when you saw those long, slender fingers begin to stroke over glistening, intimate flesh. “Wh- what are you doing?”

Ellie’s eyes were smoky with pleasure as she fed off her own lust. “What does it look like I am doing?”

“I know what it looks like you’re doing, but...”you trailed off. Ellie didn’t hesitate to clear away any doubts. “I would very much enjoy letting you watch me,” she purred. “It has been a long time since I last pleasured myself; your company would make it much more thrilling.”

You sat very still for a few seconds, considering. “I-I can’t really draw you if you’re moving.” It was the best protest you could come up with.

Ellie’s grin was pure wickedness. “Draw the parts of me that are still,” she instructed, enjoying the game. “If you stop what you are doing, so will I.”

“And when you finish...so will I.” Ellie stroked herself languidly, not hurrying her pleasure but letting it build slowly under your gaze. “Talk to me.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“Anything. I like the sound of your voice. I like the way it feels against me.” Ellie bent her left leg a little more, allowing for better access to her center. “Perhaps you could tell me about what you did while I was away,” she suggested. “I am greatly interested in hearing more about your new activities...”

It only took you a moment to figure out what Ellie was referring to. “I guess nothing stays private, huh? Maybe I should learn to be quieter.” You giggled, but decided there was little point in being self-conscious about your pre-bedtime ritual, not while you were sitting across from the most spectacularly gorgeous woman in the universe while she gave a very personal demonstration of “self-love.”

“How did you find out about that?”

“Dina.”

“Uh huh, predictably enough.”

“So...”Ellie again arched an eyebrow in invitation. “Tell me about it.”

“What’s to tell? Dina showed me how to do it, and it feels nice.”

“How often do you indulge?”

“I don’t know. Every night, I suppose...and most mornings.”

Ellie’s voice dropped several octaves. “What do you do?

“You don’t look like you need any lessons on the subject.”

“No, but I would like to hear you describe how you touch yourself. In detail.”

You noticed that Ellie was now stroking herself with shorter, more purposeful motions. You sat up straighter in your seat. “You want me to describe how I make myself come?” You asked, lowering the tone of your voice to what you hoped was something seductive.

“Yes.”

“Will it make you wet, hearing how I slide my fingers down over the lips of my clit and let them dance in all that velvet heat?”

“Gods, yessss!”

“How I like to go quicker and pinch my clitoris when I feel the first ripples of climax begin to wash through me...and how I scream out your name while my juices drip down my hand...”

“Gods, please! Yes!”

“Ellie?”

“Mm.”

“I’ve stopped drawing.”You flashed an evil grin. “Aren’t you supposed to stop too?”

“What?”Ellie paused breathlessly, caught off guard by how suddenly the tables had been turned. “W-what are you...?”

“You said you’d stop if I did, so...” you held up your idle pencil, enjoying the thrill of knowing you were in control. “Slow down. I’m not close to being done yet, which means neither are you.”

You watched as Ellie struggled to rein in her libido. It obviously hadn’t occurred to her that supposedly inexperienced girl would take the initiative like this, and the thought thrilled you. Ellie’s fingers returned to her swollen, slick folds.

“All right,”Ellie gasped. “Please, may I ask you to continue?”

You considered the request carefully a moment, watching Ellie rest her fingertips against her excitement in expectation. A brilliant shiver of pure desire rushed through your body with the realization that you were in command here; you would dictate the terms of Ellie’s pleasure and eventual climax. You inclined your head slightly and touched the tip of your pencil to the parchment on your lap.

“Slowly,” you ordered. “Or I’ll stop again and make you wait all night for release.”

Ellie nodded obediently and resumed her caresses at a much more controlled pace. Seeing the look of excitement in your eyes as you settled into your new position of authority,Ellie felt herself grow even wetter.

“Does it feel nice?”

“Huh?” Ellie’s attention, lust-dulled and fuzzy, focused quickly. “What did you say?”

“I asked if it felt nice?”

“Mmmm, yesss.” Ellie’s fingers were coated with her arousal and slid smoothly along the petals of her swollen clit. She moved two fingers lower and started to curl them inwards, but your voice stopped her.

“No.” She shook her head. “Don’t go inside. Just stroke yourself slowly. I like that.”

Ellie whimpered, wanting deeper contact, but reluctantly obeyed your command. “Is this how you touch yourself? Slowly, without penetration?”

You shrugged, splitting your focus between your art and your subject. “I’m still a virgin,” you pointed out. “I can’t touch myself like that yet. But it feels nice anyway. And no, I don’t always go slowly.” A wicked grin spread across your face as you saw your words excite Ellie. “Sometimes I like to do it quickly, and I keep going until I get so dizzy and strained that I have to rest.”

Ellie’s eyes squeezed shut, images of you pleasuring yourself dancing across the insides of her lids. “Gods!” The muscles in her neck strained with the need to move. Her hips were desperate to pick up a rhythm against her fingers, but she fought to hold them still.

“You’re speeding up again,” you warned. “And keep your eyes open. I want you to see me watching you while you do this.”

Ellie’s gaze raked over your figure hungrily, focusing on the swell of your breasts. She licked her lips. “It is difficult to control myself with you so close to me,” she said breathlessly. “You are so beautiful.”

“Thank you.” There was a long pause whiley ou concentrated on sketching. “Do you really find me so pleasing?”

“Of course.”

“More so than the other girls?” Ellie’s movements slowed as she considered the question seriously.

“There are many forms of beauty, but I think I can say with honesty that yours appeals to me the greatest of all I have seen. There is something in you that stirs my heart as well as my loins in a way I have never experienced with any woman before you.”

“And would it excite you to see more of me?”

Ellie’s breathing actually stopped entirely at the query so ingenuously posed. “Yes!” Her expression turned instantly pleading. “Please, let me look upon you!”

“Mm, I’m not sure. How do I know you’ll behave yourself?”

“I promise,”Ellie assured quickly. “I shall do nothing more than look..”

The sly look in your eyes was incredibly sexy. “I don’t know that I can trust you—”

“You can! Please!”

“Wellll...” you chewed your lower lip thoughtfully. “I suppose I could show you a little more of me, but I think I need some incentive first.”

“Incentive?” Ellie didn’t like the look of mischief in those sparkling eyes one bit. “What would you have of me?”

“I don’t really know.” Skilled as she was in reading the desires of other women, Ellie recognized that you were having difficulty sifting through the possibilities to find one you actually had the courage to voice. “Perhaps you could taste yourself,” you suggested shyly after a long moment.

the request was simple enough to fulfill, and she spent a long moment making certain her fingers were thoroughly soaked before bringing them to her lips. Maintaining eye contact,Ellie ran her tongue slowly up each finger in turn, moaning at the familiar flavor of her arousal and enjoying the way you licked your lips unconsciously in reaction. She took her time, wanting to give a good show so she might earn her reward. The prospect of seeing you without the restrictions of clothing was making her dizzy with want.

When her task was completed, Ellie returned her fingers lazily to their assignment between her legs. She lifted an eyebrow at you hopefully. “Is there anything else you wish to see?”

You, who looked dazed from the erotic display, struggled to respond. “I... can’t think of anything right now.”

Ellie teased her fingers up the sensitive skin of her left thigh, then down again to where her heat was greatest. “So, may I see more?”

“Oh yes...more would be nice...” you murmured.

Ellie grinned and waved a hand at you to get your attention. She stared hungrily at your top. “Please?”

“Oh...Right. Sorry.”You laughed a little nervously but set your parchment and lead sticks to the side before reaching for the laces that held the cloth together over your breasts. Slowly, each lace was pulled free, revealing just a little more of your skin.

Ellie whimpered at the torture, wanting to hurry you along with a helping hand but not daring to move lest her reward be revoked. When the cloth was eventually shrugged off and your breasts bared, you sat quietly and allowed Ellie’s eyes to explore you.

Ellie stared for long minutes, her self-pleasuring pausing as she drank in your beauty, committing every detail of that perfect body to memory. You smiled a smile that was half-shy, half-brazen. “You like?”

“You are magnificent!”Ellie breathed in awe. Though Ellie had seen countless women topless, somehow the sight of you became a new experience for her. It wasn’t something she could define, but it felt like she was appreciating the beauty of the female form for the first time. “Divine perfection...”

“I think that might be going a little too far, but thank you.”You gathered your drawing materials up again and resumed your work.

Ellie’s expression fell. “Wait, what...what about?” She gestured to the filmy trousers you still wore.

“Not tonight.”

“But—”

A warning finger stopped her protest cold.

“You promised you’d behave. We’re taking this slowly, remember.” your words were playful yet promising.

Ellie settled back into her pose grudgingly. “Very well. I think you know very well what you are doing to me, little one.”

“True, but from the look of things, I’d say you have little to complain about.” You glanced pointedly to where Ellie’s fingers were actively satisfying her body’s need.

“I would very much like to see the rest of you.”Ellie stroked herself while gazing longingly at your breasts, imagining how they might feel and taste. “Tell me, are you proud of your beauty?”

“What do you mean?”

“Does your beauty please you? You possess exquisite form and features, beauty that others would admire and covet, and yet you display a notable lack of vanity for it. Do you consider such rare grace and splendor to be a blessing or a bane?”

You shrugged. “I guess I like the way I look. It hasn’t ever really mattered much to me before, but...since I met you...” you trailed off with a shy smile.

“something deeper than your beauty stirs my passion for you,” Ellie said. You didn’t respond, but Ellie could see her words had had an effect. “Do you like watching me while I do this? Does it arouse you to see how deeply you affect me?”

You refused to raise your eyes, instead concentrating on your artwork. “It does. I think a person would have to be dead not to be affected by what you’re doing.”

“Mm.”Ellie could feel her need reaching a critical level. “How far are you from completion?”

“Not far. Why?”You asked. “Feeling anxious?”

“I will not last long with you teasing me this way.”

“Then perhaps we should stop for a few minutes.”You lifted your pencil threateningly. “Do you need some time to compose yourself?”

Ellie growled, but stilled her fingers obediently. “Do not stop. Please, I want to finish.”

You continued. “All right, then. I’ll tell you when you can come.”

Ellie breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you.” As she caressed herself, she studied you curiously, noting the signs of arousal in you. “When you leave here and return to your room , what will you do?

“I don’t know,” you said. “I guess I might go to sleep.”

“Sleep?”Ellie pouted, realizing she had been played again. “Will your body not require...satisfaction? A release of tensions after what I have shared with you?”

“Maybe.”

“And?”

You shook your head with a little chuckle. “And what? I guess I’ll do pretty much the same thing you’re doing now, only without quite so much patience!”

“You will think of me as you pleasure yourself?”

“I usually do,”you admitted.

“Will you be vocal?”

“You really like those details, don’t you?”

“Your voice arouses me, as does the thought of you touching yourself.”

“Maybe I should just show you so you don’t have to wonder anymore.” Scarlet raced acrossy your face almost as fast as an expression of excited approval spread across Ellie’s “I-I didn’t mean that—”

“I would love to watch you! Please? We could do it together, feed off the other’s image. It would be wonderful!”

“No.”

“I would promise not to touch you! I would not even speak if you do not wish it!”

“I-I can’t—”

“Why not?”

You opened your mouth to explain, but obviously couldn’t find the right

words. “I just...I can’t, that’s all. Not yet.”

Ellie’s face fell. “Very well, ” she said softly. “I will respect your wishes.”

Silence descended for long minutes, broken only by the low scratching of your pencil on parchment and the irregular. “Ellie?”

“Yes, little one?”

“I do like the idea.”

Ellie’s expression softened. “When you are ready to share such intimacies with me,” she said, “do not allow fear or embarrassment to stop you from letting me know it. I wish only for your pleasure.”

“And I appreciate that.”You paused, then added very quietly, “I really would like to let you watch me. The thought of it is extremely arousing.”Your free hand went to your left breast and began to trail lightly over the sensitive flesh. Seeing how fixed Ellie’s focus had become, you suddenly realized what you were doing and halted your touches. You cocked an eyebrow at the other woman’s disappointed groan.

“You like my breasts?”

“Very much.”

“Mm.” your fingers circled the hard nub of your nipple, shivering at how sensitive you had become. “I like yours, too.”

By now, Ellie’s entire body glistened under a film of sweat and she was trembling with the force of her need. “No more teasing, I beg of you! Finish your picture.”

You realized Ellie wouldn’t last much longer, and that if pushed, her self-control would snap. Abandoning your breast, you began adding the final touches to your artwork. “You can go inside now,” you allowed, seeing Ellie’s body trying to find a rhythm. “Don’t touch your clitoris until I tell you to.”

Ellie released a heavenly sigh as she slid two fingers into her core. She thrust in and out slowly, eyes locked on your upper body. The scent of sweat and sex filled the room with a familiar perfume.

You finished shading the last section of your picture and, after a moment spent contemplating your creation, calmly set the parchment and pencils aside. Folding you hands in your lap, you watched Ellie expectantly. “All right...let me see you come.”

The request itself, coupled with the expression on your face, was more than enough to throw Ellie over the precipice of pleasure. Her body fell back against the pillows behind her as her legs splayed open fully. The muscles in her neck strained as her hand moved furiously against her clit. With a primal, joyous roar,Ellie felt the waves of ecstasy roll through her with blinding force. When she felt them begin to ebb, she split two fingers along the shaft of her clitoris and squeezed gently while massaging with firm strokes. Almost instantly, the practiced, knowing ministrations sent the thrill of orgasm crashing through her again. Ellie could feel her body pumping out fluids as she maintained her climax for several long, agonizingly sweet moments, only stopping when she hadn’t strength enough to continue. Collapsing, exhausted, she dragged air into her lungs in desperate gasps.

You knew you were soaked with arousal as you watched Ellie succumb to climax. It was a struggle just to keep your breathing steady as you stared at the other woman writhing on the bed before you, wanting desperately to join her and aid in her pleasure but lacking sufficient courage to do so. You squirmed a little in your seat, squeezing your legs together and enjoying the sensation of tense excitement that built in your center.

After several moments her eyes opened and Ellie sat up, smiling languidly at you. You returned the smile. “You’re loud,” you remarked.

Ellie laughed. “So, I hear, are you.”

“Yeah, well...”you could feel the color spreading all the way down your chest. “It’s hard not to get carried away.”

“Indeed.”Ellie took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “So, may I see your picture?”

“Of course.”You reached over and picked up the parchment, collecting your top at the same time. Standing on somewhat weak legs, you handed the sketch to Ellie before slipping the top back on, laughing at the disappointed groan as you covered your breasts.

Ellie studied the drawing. You knew you had done a good job; while the art didn’t portray what Ellie had actually been doing, it managed to capture her expression of fierce desire perfectly, along with the sexual tension that galvanized her body. The lighting gave a wonderful contrast over her muscular form.

“I am flattered by the attention you have paid to every detail. Your talent humbles me,” she said.

You lowered your head modestly. “I’m glad you like it.”

“You captured the moment well, though I think a few activities went unrecorded.” Ellie’s eyes sparkled playfully.

“Yeah, well...I didn’t quite feel comfortable drawing you exactly as you were.”

“Mm.” Ellie studied the picture for a few moments longer. “May I keep this?”

“Of course. I drew it for you.”

“Thank you. I shall treasure it always.”

“You’re welcome.”You turned away from the longing in Ellie’s gaze, moving back a few paces to put some distance between.

Ellie was dripping with animal sensuality at that moment, resplendent after her climax and smelling of sex and sweat. It was an intoxicating combination, and you knew it wouldn’t take much for you to let lust consume your senses.

Seeming to recognize the effect she was having on you, Ellie grabbed her discarded robe and donned it. “The night is yet young. Perhaps we could go for a walk?”

“Uh, I’d like that but not tonight.” You paused, knowing it was foolish to feel self-conscious after the show Ellie had given you. “I think I have some urgent needs that require immediate attention.”

“Ah.” Ellie grinned unrepentantly. “I am pleased to have caused in you such a condition.”

“I bet you are.”

By Amber Jacobs.

*

What if… Part 4!

WLW book recommendations!

‘What if Ellie was character in my favourite lesbian books.’

Nights of the silk and sapphire by Amber Jacobs.

‘Abducted from a land of wealth and privilege, Dae is chained to a slaver’s caravan crossing the vast Jaharri desert. It is a strange world of blistering sun, rolling dunes, and wind-carved plains, ruled by the Scion Zafirah Al’Intisar, a powerful and mysterious woman with seductive eyes of sapphire blue.When Zafirah liberates the caravan the rescue Dae prayed for is not as it seems; Zafirah’s carnal appetite is legendary. Dae is taken into Zafirah’s harem, a decadent world of excess and sexual freedom.At first, Dae struggles with desires she has never before experienced, but as love and lust collidethese two women slowly forge a bond as one learns to listen to her heart, and the other to the call of her awakening body.’

[imaginebetterfutures]

I'm back with another sculpture! To be completely honest, this one was a real struggle for me to work out, idea wise. I love working abstractly (see earlier pieces!) but for this one our prompt in class was "objects and identity." We were asked to cast an object from life, and use it to speak to some aspect of ourselves that we want to explore. Not only am I an extremely closed book (pour one out for my therapist) but I'm also really not that interested in replicating objects?

So... I sort of cheated. This isn't *really* a cast of VHS tapes (although I did try to do that, and it failed miserably) but I'm still pleased with the outcome. Sound on for what I think is the best part — the pleasing and/or sinister snick snick snick sound of the tape unspooling and piling up.

If you like long, corny artist statements, boy howdy do I have one for you!

~~ GEODE ~~

My day job is as a journalist, and while I find a lot of the posturing that journalists do about our role as storytellers to be pretentious and often egotistical, I also can't deny that I got into this because I love to see into people's lives. Why do people do what they do? Why do we make the choices we make? How did we get here, as individuals and as a collective?

Much of journalism is about the big moments — wars and chaos and game changing plays. But those don't come out of nowhere. They come from a history, both personal and communal. We are products of our childhoods, our cultures, our teachers, our parents. We come from places that have smells and sounds and textures. And we document those things — and here I don't mean "we" journalists, I mean "we" as people. Humans have, for our entire history, recorded ourselves in one way or another. We write on walls, we tell each other stories, we come up with words that have deep meanings that stretch back into time.

Some journalists see their job as speaking truth to power. Or telling the important stories in the face of chaos and misinformation. Or staking a claim to truth, and defending it. All of that is true, of course. But when I think about my job I don't think about those things. I think about excavation. About telling the story in such a way that you can feel the texture of the people in it. I think of stories like geodes.

Do you know how a geode forms? They start with a volcanic eruption. Lava flows from a hot, angry vent, and mixes with the gases in the air. Most of the time, those gases don't stay put — they escape into the air and go off to become the wind in your hair, or carry pollen, or sweep under a bird's wing. But sometimes, bubbles of gas can't escape the boiling weight of the lava and become trapped. As the lava cools, those bubbles remain. It is only then — held tight and encased in cooling rock — that the crystals characteristic of geodes form.

There is something sad about opening a geode. It can reveal a great beauty, but it is also inherently destructive. You are taking a hammer to something hard and protected and asking it to open, to be seen, to be commented on. Not all geodes want to open. Not all geodes should be opened, perhaps. Not all geodes are beautiful inside. How do you know when to break one, and when to leave it be?

Once you break a geode, you open the crystals up to damage. UV light can bleach the colors inside and the oils on your skin can slowly eat away at the glittering growths.

I think a lot, as a journalist, about the stories that we lose when people die. The small things that they knew — the color of a lover's hair, the name of their neighborhood dog, the true identity of a soldier — that go to the ground with them. I have to stop myself from buying home movies when I see them at garage sales and thrift shops — each one, to me, a geode. Inside they might contain nothing, or everything. Wrapped tight in metallic film they recorded things people thought were important, things people wanted to remember. Trapped in plastic and now, broken open.

My piece is a VHS geode. I have broken it, and it is unspooling, and we are forgetting. It is beautiful and terrible all at once.

[itsohh]

Popstar MK1 Intros

A/N: Now I've finished off Electra Heart heres some intros set after it. This focus's on popstar reader being in costume when they come to fight + them still being in their relationship with Johnny.

Fighters: Johnny Cage, Kenshi Takahashi, Smoke, Liu Kang, Shang Tsung

Warnings: None

Intros Part 1 Electra Heart

Johnny: Oh ho-ho-ho gotta say babe that is a great look on you. I always said that the big screen never captured how truly hot I am but I think it also applies to you.

You: Eyes up here Johnathan. I'm not a doll for you to gawk at.

Johnny: Oh fuck that's hot.

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Johnny: After this can I eat-

You: Not another word.

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Johnny: Ooo you're so dominant in character, should wear that to bed. I might even leave a little bit on you at the end of the night.

You: Hmp.

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You: Wait-wait-wait. Ah fuck lemme take these heel's off I can't keep fighting in costume. This was made to sing in no fight.

Johnny: Hey, hey if your feet are hurting go for it. There's no rush, I can wait. Last thing I want is you hurting.

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Johnny: Have you written any songs about me perhaps?

You: Oh this is kind of embarrassing, but try an album.

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Kenshi: Flashy.

You: And impractical.

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Kenshi: When I see you like this it really makes me realize how much you and Johnny are a match made in heaven.

You: Kenshi you're literally blind.

Kenshi: I think any blind man can see how bright the sequins are on that dress.

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Kenshi: Why the name Nightingale?

You: It's a long story.

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Kenshi: You always say your stage self is a character you play but I've yet to hear any difference.

You: That's ‘cause that shits embarrassing off stage. I can get away with Johnny because… I mean look at him.

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Kenshi: Johnny said you wrote an album about him. He hasn't shut up about it.

You: Yeah might have dropped the ball confessing that one.

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Smoke: Woah I can't believe your- woah.

You: I'm surprised you're familiar with my work actually.

Smoke: Of course, it's a bit of a guilty pleasure but I loved your second album.

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You: You know if you're ever free your welcome to tag along to one of my concerts and hit up backstage or front row whatever you prefer.

Smoke: Really?

You: Anytime! I always let my friends hang out.

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Smoke: Your outfit is more stunning in person than I could have possibly imagined.

You: Yeah but the glitter gets everywhere.

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Smoke: I remember your fourth album got scrapped, how come?

You: My fucking manager rejected it. Too off brand.

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Smoke: Johnny's always talking about bad managers, have you tried talking to him about your situation.

You: ...I haven't. My manager isn't terrible but maybe I should.

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You: The timeline you come from, was I like this?

Liu Kang: Admittedly I didn't know you very well.

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You: Were we not friends in your timeline? Is that why titan me didn't answer your summon?

Liu Kang: You died man years prior, you were forced to come back only to see Johnny mourning his second wife.

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You: So me and Johnny have always been together?

Liu Kang: That I don't know.

You: Am I destined to die again? So that Johnny can remarry?

Liu Kang: That is not what I have planned for you.

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Liu Kang: In my timeline you were always in costume. You fought dressed like this all the time.

You: Fuck that. I can barely get through one fight in these shoes.

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You: Why change up my destiny? Why not make Johnny happy with his second wife?

Liu Kang: I didn't decide on who you should love. I might have put you in the right place at the right time but that was all you.

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Shang Tsung: Well well, this is certainly a change.

You: Don't worry, you're still the king of costumes you fucking snake.

Shang Tsung: You wound me dear.

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Shang Tsung: It's a shame you chose to work with these imbeciles-

You: Don't even bother trying to manipulate me. I've been in Hollywood long enough.

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You: At least I'll look good, at least I'll look good-

Shang Tsung: What are you mumbling? Don't be afraid to speak up. I don't bite- hard.

You: THESE HEELS MIGHT HURT BUT AT LEAST ILL LOOK GOOD BEATING YOUR ASS

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Shang Tsung: It's curious the way your people worship you, for music alone…

You: You could always give it up and come a musician instead of the whole ‘murdering everyone with souls’ thing you do.

Shang Tsung: Hahaha, you truly are an entertainer aren't you?

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You: Let's get this over and done with.

Shang Tsung: So eager to meet your demise?

You: Had a long concert today- kinda wanna go nap.