#this was a v nice winding down for the day drawing

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[starryguykai]

good evening trans people in my phone!!

[sadhours]

i had to write this cus i don’t even know this man yet but I’m madly in love with him. and if he eats ice cream like this imagine how he eats… other things

baron x f!reader

cw: 18+ minors dni, smut, oral (f receiving), p in v, creampie?

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it’s a humid, scorcher of a day. not much to do on a sunday. baron doesn’t have work and it’s too sticky and warm to go outside. you’re laid out on the floor of the living room, tv buzzing with some boring background noise as you tangle your legs with your boyfriend. you’re wearing a sundress, hiked up to offer a bit of relief from the muggy warmth hanging throughout the house. baron’s wearing a ratty t-shirt and some shorts, his fingers grazing against your hip bone while his eyes scan the popcorn ceiling. your eyes are on him, because of course they are. he sure is a sight for sore eyes. sweat droplets forming at the hairline, making his roots damp and stick to his skin.

“what’re ya thinkin’ about?” you ask innocently, fumbling with the hem of your dress.

baron smiles, that sweet smile he gets whenever he hears your voice, “i can see things in the bumps of the ceiling, animals and stuff.”

you turn, nuzzling up to his jaw as you place a hand on his tummy, “point ‘em out to me, i wanna see.”

he lifts his hand, points above him and nudges his temple against the top of your head, “there’s a puppy dog, on his hind legs. begging for a treat.”

you don’t quite see it, eyes scanning but fruitless. that’s what you like about baron so much, he sees the light in everything. you hum, rubbing his tummy as you placate him, “almost as cute as you.”

“and right there, see that one?” he moves his finger a few centimeters to the left. “ice cream cone.”

“your favorite,” you gush, moving your hand to his side to squeeze him. he lets out a giggle and you can’t help but raise your lips to his cheek, kissing his skin tenderly and holding him tighter.

“sure would be nice right about now,” he mumbles dreamily and you place ur fingers under his chin, turning his face and catching his lips in a kiss. it’s slow and sweet, you drag your tongue against his lower lip and he gives you access, parting his enough so you can lick into his mouth.

you could truly spend hours kissing baron, languid and steady. but he ignites a fire in you like no other.

“you taste sweeter than any ice cream,” you confess before connecting your lips again. baron hums, smiling into the kiss as he holds onto your thigh once you hook it over his waist.

the pair of ya keep kissing until your out of breath, pulling away to catch it while he gives you this sweet, golden retriever smile. he’s the sweetest thing ever.

suddenly, baron’s pushing you on your back. he gives you a shy look as he situates himself between your legs, pushing them apart and hooking his fingers into your panties. drags them down as slow as he can and you lift your legs to help him completely rid them. he kisses your knee as you prop your legs up and pull your dress above your waist. baron’s lengthy digits wrap around your ankles as he kisses up your thighs, the sensation running straight to the excitement winding in your stomach. his long hair tickles against your skin and you watch as he blinks up at you, lips tilting up into a smile.

“baby…” you whine, breathless with anticipation.

baron nods slowly, pushing your legs further apart as he lowers himself where you need him most. he kisses your sex softly, peering up at you with those adorable, puppy dog eyes. then he licks up your slit, tongue delving through your folds up to your clit. drawing out another whine from you as you immediately knit your fingers into his mop of hair. baron gets his mouth completely on you, sucking and licking like he’s starved. like you’re his favorite treat. messy with it as he moans against your aching cunt.

“god,” you exhale slowly, “gosh, I mean.”

baron giggles against you and it feels surprisingly amazing, so you tug on his hair involuntarily. which eggs him on, he moans against you again before sucking on your folds as his hands wrap around your thighs. baron’s always so… sloppy eating you out. uses his whole damn face when he does it, brushes his nose against your clit while he lowers his tongue to your hole and prods it gently. gets your slick all over his lips and chin as he eats you out with fervor. that coil in your tummy winding quickly as you write against his face and pull on his tangled hair.

“baby… baby, don’t stop!”

baron groans, tugging you closer by the grip on your thighs as he licks at your hole, nodding his nose against your clit repeatedly. you’re pushed off the edge of bliss, biting your lip to stifle your moan as your eyes roll back in your head. he licks and sucks you through it. to the point where you’re overstimulated and have to pull his head away.

“fuck me,” you beg, looking down at his sweet, gorgeous face, lips shiny with your slick.

baron pulls back enough to push his shorts down, cock bouncing out from its confines. you grab onto his face and pull it down to yours, kissing him hard. he’s smiling against your lips but you moan against his when you feel the head of his cock catch on your pulsing hole. you’re quick to wrap your legs around his waist, urging him to enter you. he gets it, sliding in deep and punching out another moan from you that he swallows down. you can taste yourself on him but it only makes you that much more desperate. you wiggle your hips up at him, sheathing him inside completely and you both still, gasping at the sensation. baron fills you so wonderfully, you’re absolutely addicted. couldn’t be so into any other man. none would treat you so wonderfully.

“baron,” you gasp out, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kiss him deeper.

he rolls his hips slowly, whining into the kiss as he holds himself up with his palms on the carpet by your head. you pull him closer, to the point where he’s collapsing on top of you but you love the weight of him. you plant your feet on the floor beside him and buck your hips up to meet his thrusts. he breaks the kiss but his lips are against your ear in a second as he moans lowly. it does something, adds to the whole experience and you’re cumming out of nowhere. crying out so loud he has to cover your mouth with his palm so his other doesn’t hear. he picks up his pace, fucking you hard and fast through the second glorious orgasm.

but you wrap your legs around his waist again, squeezing him impossibly close as tears leak from your eyes. streak down your cheek to meet his palm and he pulls his hand away to look at you, concern clouding his brown eyes.

“babydoll, you okay?”

“need you to cum in me,” you beg through the tears, clinging onto him tightly.

and it’s like your words ignite something in him, baron whimpers as he hammers his hips down into yours, drilling into you quicker and harder than before. he keeps making these sweet, pretty whines and whimpers before his hips still completely and you feel his seed shooting inside and filling you up. you moan softly, pulling him into another kiss.

suddenly, the warmth overwhelms you but you can’t fathom pushing baron away. squeezing his sweaty body even closer to you.

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A Nice Guy

KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK x FEM READER

Summary: You've teased and taunted your neighbor Kyle for months on end, curious to see just how much a nice guy like him can take before he snaps. (And then, ya know, smut happens.)

Warnings/Tags: Profanity, Explicit language, Explicit sexual content, P in V sex, Rough sex, Good boy Gaz has left the building, No use of Y/N

(Notes: This is just a smut purge, folks. Don't think about it too hard, just go with it. Hope you enjoy!)

Word Count: 2.2K

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Ask anyone in your building about the soldier who lives across the hall from you, and they all will basically tell you the same thing.

"He's a good lad."

"Solid bloke."

"Couldn't ask for a better mate."

"Such a nice young man."

So, general consensus: Kyle Garrick is a nice guy.

Maybe a little too nice, you think.

You see how he looks at you, where his eyes linger. He may be a nice guy, but he's still a red-blooded man under that faded ball cap and warm, friendly smile. He just needs a little... push.

So, push him you do.

You make it hard for him to ignore you. It starts with lingering touches and longing looks, but soon graduates to less subtle overtures.

You stop him for a chat sans bra in the chilly hallway, an innocent smile on your lips when your nipples pebble under your tight tank top and his attentive gaze. He licks his lips and tries his best to maintain eye contact, but he fails again and again before you finally let him off the hook.

You see how his warm brown eyes darken and his breath hitches when you 'accidentally' brush your hand against the front of his trousers at the post boxes. You murmur a shy apology and bite your lip, but he sees the way your eyes slide down his torso to catch on the bulge below his belt. You raise your brows and smirk before sauntering away.

But Kyle Garrick is a nice guy.

He tries to avert his eyes when you bend over in your short skirt to pick up the keys you dropped, because, oops! you're such a little klutz. If he happened to catch a glimpse of red lace disappearing between your thighs, it's never mentioned.

He grins and bears it when you press up against him in the crowded lift, apologizing even as you back your ass up against his crotch. You're rewarded for your efforts when you feel his cock twitch in interest, and he leaves the lift with his workout bag clutched over his jock.

His smile is strained but indulgent when you stroke his thigh under the table at the pub. Your friends sit around you, laughing and drinking, oblivious to the torture you're inflicting on the poor man beside you. You giggle then hiccup, announcing that your last glass of wine went straight to your head. It's obvious that you're a little too drunk to be held responsible for your actions. Yet he never offers to remove your hand or stop you, so you knead his flexing thigh for the rest of the night.

Poor Kyle.

It becomes a game to you, winding him up. You revel in his pent-up frustration; love how he now glares at you with that feral light in his eyes when you peer up at him with innocent guile. You know he wants you, and you want him, too, but watching him struggle to maintain his control is just so addictive. It's a high like nothing you've ever experienced before, and you know you won't be satisfied until you make him break.

You just never expected him to break the way he did.

A fancy boxed mattress gets delivered to your flat, the delivery guy insisting that it's yours; the invoice backs him up. There's a card attached to it, a short note scribbled inside:

'Congratulations! You won!'

Did you win some random drawing? Sign up for a chance to win online? Then again, you're always buying raffle tickets from the kids in the building for some fundraiser or another.

It must be serendipity. You had been complaining about your old mattress hurting your back just the other day in the lift, and then, boom! A new mattress appears. You shrug it off and smile, pleased with your stroke of good luck. No sense looking a gift horse in the mouth, you decide, and begin to drag the box into your flat.

"Need help with that, pet?"

It's Kyle, leaning in his open doorway, arms crossed over his chest, benign smile on his face. He's dressed for a lazy day at home- a tee, sweats and trainers, so, it's no bother helping you out. He steps forward and lifts the box to his shoulder, muscles bulging under the tight fit of his tee.

"Lead the way," he says, herding you back into your flat, making you jump when he kicks the door shut behind him.

He helps you remove your old mattress and unboxes the new one, grinning as you laugh in delight at the way it expands to full size before your eyes. The two of you wrestle it into position on your bed, then he helps you with the sheets.

You're bent over smoothing out the wrinkles when you feel him step behind you. You glance over your shoulder and the air catches in your throat. His legs brush the backs of your thighs as he steps closer, a dark, hungry expression on his face.

"Kyle—"

That's all you get out before his big hand lands on the small of your back and he slides it forward to press your chest into your new mattress. "Sorry, pet. Can't help myself," he apologizes, but he doesn't sound like he's sorry, and he doesn't remove his hand.

But Kyle Garrick is a nice guy. He would never take advantage of your vulnerable position. He would never crowd you forward, never grab you by the waist as he buckles your knees with his. He's not the type of guy who would manhandle you onto all fours on your brand-new mattress, would never dare to yank your leggings and panties down your thighs before burying two fingers knuckles-deep in your pussy.

Your grunt of surprise says it all.

But this is Kyle Garrick, the nicest guy you'd ever want to meet.

Yet the man who is now kneeling behind you with his fist clenched in your hair doesn't resemble that nice guy at all. This man is anything but nice, and he is intent on ruining you.

You whimper out a pitiful cry as his hand connects with your ass, hot and stinging. "Ah!" you squeak, embarrassed when you feel a trickle of arousal slip down your thigh.

His laugh is low and dark as he crooks his fingers inside you and smacks your ass again. You clench down hard on his stroking digits, gasping a cry when he plants his thumb on your clit and rubs hard, fast circles into it. Toes curling, your body jolts away from the intense stimulation, but he just barks a mean laugh and slaps your ass again before hauling you back.

You try lifting your head, but he tightens his fist in your hair and pushes your face back into the mattress with an amused, breathless grunt. "Oh, no ya don't. You wanted to tease me, huh?" he pants out as he hauls his cock and balls over the top of his sweatpants. He smacks the head against a reddened cheek. "Make me lose control?" he husks out as he hikes your hips higher. He grunts out a laugh. "Congratulations, pet. You won."

The words on the card dance before your eyes as his first thrust shoves your head into the pillows, sheets rucking up at your knees. Your shocked little cry makes him huff out another laugh. "Do ya like your prize, sweetheart?" he bites out, holding his full length inside you. He grips your hips hard enough to bruise as his chin drops to his chest. His breath hisses through his teeth before he mutters, "Fuck. Knew you'd feel good, but shit..."

He grunts out a low growl as he draws back his hips, a slow drag that acquaints you with every ridge and vein of his cock. You're clenching desperately, walls spasming as they try to cling onto his retreating length. He groans as he withdraws, not stopping until the ridge of his swollen tip catches on the rim of your entrance. He forces himself to look away from his glistening, wet length, yanking your head back to meet your eyes.

"Should I be the bigger person here, pet? Should I give ya what ya want, or should I tease ya with it?" he asks with a wicked grin as he circles his hips.

His hips then flex and his cock inches in just enough to give you hope before he pulls out again, and the walls of your cunt clench like a fist, squeezing the breath from your lungs.

You squirm and whine, trying to push your hips back, but he holds you firm. "Ah-ah! C'mon, I want to hear ya say it, first. Tell me what ya want." When you only whimper in frustration and jerk your hips, his hand cracks over your ass again as he gives your head a rough little shake. "Say it," he snarls.

Your mind is reeling. It's too much and not enough, and it's all happening so fast, but you got what you wanted. You made him break, you just never considered that he could break you, too, but now it's happening, what you've always wanted to happen, and it's...

... Just. Too. Much.

"You!" you cry out, plaintive and high. "I want— you!"

He sighs in satisfaction, his breath gusting over your back. "There she is. There's my girl," he moans, then spears your body on his length again, relishing the way your eyes go wide, how your lips form a perfect little 'O'.

He grips your hair and gives your head a lazy shake. "Now, say you're sorry," he croons.

You heave a sob, squeezing your eyes shut, shaking your head no, even as you begin to chant out a breathy, "'M sorry, 'm sorry. Sorrysorrysorrysorry..."

A dark chuckle makes you shiver as he folds himself over your back, his plush lips pressing a tender kiss behind your ear. "I forgive you," he whispers, letting go of your hair to smooth it away from your face. "Now, show me how sorry you are."

Hooking his hand over your shoulder, he takes hold of your hip and proceeds to pound you into the mattress. You keen his name out as your back arches, and his next thrust collapses your knees. "That's it, love," he puffs out, riding you into the bed. "Cry for me... Tell me how sorry ya are... for making me wait so long."

You would if you could, because you are sorry. You are so-so sorry for making him wait and denying yourself, but words escape you. With his big hand splayed between your shoulder blades, his hips rocking between your trembling thighs, the ability to speak abandons you, leaving you to babble incoherent sounds into the sheets.

His grunts and hissed curses are your benediction. His bruising thrusts battering your tender folds, the slap of his balls against your swollen clit are your atonement. The sweat that drips from his chin to patter across your back is his blessing.

This is how he forgives you.

Your pelvic muscles tighten, walls bearing down. He's worked you up so fast, your building orgasm takes you by surprise. It barrels past you at a speed that you can't keep up with and slams you into a wall, your release gushing as your core contracts. You clench so hard it makes you cry out, a pleasure that dances on a razor's edge of pain.

"Bloody— hell!" Kyle whines, bowing over you as you grip him like a vice. "I can't... You're too... Fuck!" he snarls out.

His hand grips your shoulder as his hips begin to piston, rutting into your tight, spasming walls as he comes unhinged. A string of curses and praise pour over your head as his weight presses you into the bed. He's dragging your orgasm out to a point of overstimulation, but there's no escape. You lie beneath him and pay your penance, wailing when he wrenches another orgasm from your body on the heels of the last one.

Your spine curves when you cum, cunt pulsing, working to pull him deeper, and it's all over for him. He plows forward with one last feral growl, and then his body seizes up behind you, cock buried to the hilt between your shaking legs. His hips jerk with his release, his breath choking off in his throat.

And you're just... gone.

You can see, you can hear, you can feel, but your brain isn't really processing any of it. Awareness is slow to return, but eventually you become aware of the heavy weight covering your prone form, can feel the heaving breaths warm and damp against your neck, notice how hot your skin feels compared to the cold, sticky puddle on the sheets between your spread thighs.

You moan and twitch, unable to move, stirring the man above you into action. The heavy weight is lifted away, and you feel buoyed up on the new mattress, your body now floating with your blissed-out brain.

Kyle flops over on his back beside you, hooded eyes peering up at the ceiling as he tucks an arm behind his head. He waits until his breath has evened out before he turns his head to look at you. There is hesitance in his expression and caution in his gaze, but hope is there, too, flickering behind his eyes.

You blink, sighing out a breath as your lips curve into a slow smile.

"Thanks for the new mattress, Kyle."

He smirks, brown eyes going soft and warm as he hooks his arm around your waist to drag you closer. Hand cupping your ass, he claims a kiss before he whispers against your lips, "You're welcome."

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[dietmountaindewbae]

DILF ALEX PLEASE 🙏🙏

xxvi. teach me, teacher

alex turner x reader

word count: 3091

summary: Watching Mister (Early The Car!) Turner walk around class made you feel in a daze, hoping that one day he'll give you a valuable lesson. 

warnings: sp*nking, age gap, slapp*ng, a bit of v*olence, male dom.

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The bell rings, and the class is dismissed but you stay until you finish, focused on the details of each trace of your pencil. These past few weeks have been stressful, finals were soon, and the teachers were exploiting you with millions of projects and exams. But the only class you felt like you had things under control was during drawing class, in today's lesson with Mister Turner, you took your time to trace your pencil lines with black marker and some color. You were lost in oblivion when you suddenly heard the heavy door shut close.

"Still here?" Says Mister Turner coming inside with his second cup of black coffee.

"Sorry... I'll be done in a bit Mister Turner" Your soft voice made his ears ring, and his eyes couldn't escape you. Your hair under your ears, your big doe eyes, and long eyelashes, your pink lips, and cupid's bow, the little beauty spot on your chin like a little kiss, and his eyes rubbed down your soft bare legs, that little skirt in your uniform left plenty for his imagination.

Then, out of nowhere, your eyes cross, in the blink of an eye he goes back to grading more papers while you keep drawing. Your heart skipped a beat, and he shuffled in his seat, feeling a drop of sweat running down his forehead, that little scare made his heart jump.

Mister Turner was a nice teacher to everyone, but recently you were falling behind, you had to take your time with each drawing, and he often was right behind you telling you that you should be working faster for the semester you're in. All you wanted from him were his little notes in your papers congratulating you, and now all you got from him was his notices. When he walks into a room, his big voice makes everyone's heads turn, you always follow him with your eyes wherever spot in the class he is standing in when he moves his hands to try to physically explain something that only in his brain was drawn out perfectly, the way he crosses his arms as he speaks or when he puts his hands on his hips as he's explaining any subject at all, he had a way with words no one else had, you knew that he was blessed with some magic or ability no other man had, you often thought about him.

You were needy for his attention but you were too scared to talk to him, whenever he came to check up on you, all you could do was nod and pray for him to accept your work, that's all you ever wanted, that's all you ever needed. And when he leans in closer to you, you cling to his smell of black coffee and strong cologne, you often lose yourself as you look at the chain that hangs on his neck, looking at it bling.

You hear the pen on the paper grading, and you raise your eyes to look at him, and you catch his eyes stripping down your skirt and rubbing his eyes down your legs. His pupils dilate at the look of your eyes and he drags his eyes back to his papers, pinching the bridge of his nose, he felt as if as though he had exposed one of his weaknesses, one of his guilty pleasures, a secret. He could feel a string of tension begin to rise, many questions in his head, but only one way to solve them.

He stands up from his desk, the heel of his boot clashing against the wooden floor, standing next to you, "Hope you're doing the work that you own me" He says very quietly, almost as if he wished his voice was part of the wind that blew against the windows.

"I don't think I owe you anything," You said, looking at him directly, and confidently.

"Last time I checked, you did" He drawls and slowly walks back to his desk, and you put your pen down

"Well, if you let this one slide then I won't tell anyone that you were looking at my legs," He turns and looks at you with big eyes, a subtle smile crawling to your corners, and you put your things back inside your bag, "I'll see you on Monday" Your fingers brushed your hair back, and he jumped out of his chair as he sees you approaching the door.

He chases you feeling the rush of blood in his ears, "Wait" His arm stretches closing the wooden door before you even try to leave, "You're not gonna say anything, are you?" You stayed quiet, looking at him through your lashes, he sighed, regretting ever revealing the truth, he had no care about what the principals or counselors had to say, what he was deeply concerned about was what you had to say about his twisted and cheeky little perverted secret, "I promise I won't do that again" He says it like a promise, but it didn't feel like one.

"I never said I wanted you to stop," You whispered to him, his big brown eyes blinked slowly as the look in your eyes engraved on his, "Now if you don't mind... I-" You tried to open the door, but there was no need to say anything else when it was clear what he wanted from you.

"You should finish your homework, then you're free to go" You turned on the heel of your shoe, and walked back to the tall table pulling your things out of your bag to keep working.

Mister Turner had watched you bloom into an ungodly magnetic girl, always sitting in the back, quiet, and beautiful. Something stirs inside him whenever he sees you putting on your lipstick and brushing your hair, whenever you sit cross-legged and he's able to see a little bit of your thighs. When you came back to school with your hair cut to your chin, he couldn't stop looking at you as you worked, admiring how your hair fitted and framed your face so perfectly, your big eyes took all of the attention.

Now, you both were alone, based on the words you said he decided to test how far he could go, compared to his hand on your shoulder whenever he congratulated you when you turned in good work, or when your fingertips brushed as he thought you how to solve your questions.

With his hands on his hips, he's determined to stand behind you as your hair reveals a little bit of your nape, "Maybe you should trace that line again,"

"Which one?" You asked with innocence.

He takes a step forward, pointing his finger to the line while his other hand lands on your back, his index and middle right on the clasp of your bra, you're eyes light on fire as his gaze turns darker.

"I liked what you did with your hair... looks pretty on you" You smiled as you tried to hide the redness in your cheeks as he dragged his fingers up your back to caress your hair.

"Thank you" You don't utter another word as he keeps playing with your hair, pretending to be way more invested in your homework than his hands on your hair. He catches onto that, taking a step behind you, he tears his hand from your hair, and you try not to act on it, still pretending to be distracted but he could feel how your body yearns for more.

His hand lands on top of yours, taking it away from the table, and putting it in your belly, sliding it down until it's in between your legs, pressing down on your weak spot, you unconsciously rubbed your legs together but he pressed his crotch against your ass, the bulge on his pants heavy and hard, you rubbed yourself against it.

"You can't pretend you don't want some of it" His hand that was on top of yours now slides down inside your panties, his fingers spreading your wetness all over your cunt, "You're crying for more" Your pencil dropped to the floor as he slowly begins to grind his hard-on against your ass, bending your back so your little holes can drool for more. Your voice didn't make a sound but your face and your body were arching for more, "Tell me that you want it" He says, waiting for your consent. He pressed your cheek against the table, pushing his hips closer to where you needed him, "Stop acting like a dumb fucking cock warming whore" You giggled at the things he has called you.

"You really want me to say that, Mister Turner?" You said with a smile on your face, he took his hands away from you, feeling as though he had made a massive mistake, you turned to look at him right in the eyes, rubbing your thighs together, "But what happens if I don't?"

He catches on to your games, and that little playful smile on your face tells him everything he needs to know, "You want to learn that lesson?"

"You're my teacher... teach me" You smirked, his lips hungrily kissing your mouth, his tongue eager to slip inside your lips, crashing against yours but he took over you so easily that you instantly melted into his arms and hands that gripped your short hair so tightly, into his roughness, you were delighted to do so.

He tossed you back onto your table, raising your skirt and spreading your legs open, his hand in between your legs, dragging your panties down to your ankles, "Arch it" His hand pushed your hips down so you were completely exposed to him.

"Is that the way you like it?" You tease, turning your face to look at him, watching his hand stroking his cock very softly. You played around with him, wiggling your hips just to tease him.

You didn't expect him to hit your bum with his rough hands, sliding his fingers inside you testing how wet your walls were, "I see you like learning the hard way, I gotta repeat meself over and over until you understand"

"Until I understand what?" You joked.

"You're in my class, you follow my rules" A laugh bursts out of your lips, causing him to flip out on you, hitting you harder than the first time, you hissed and he kept hitting you and slamming his hand against your flesh harder, pulling your hair back, each time he hits you, a tear rolls down your cheek but more wetness drips down your thighs, something you couldn't understand. All your fantasies were coming true, "You understand who's in charge right?"

Your legs and arms shaking, he turns you over to face him, whipping a tear from your cheek, squishing your cheeks together, nodding your head to tell him you understand, "I'll do anything for it" His little evil smirk spreads across his lips as he sees your almond colored eyes sparkle beneath his touch.

He grips your hips tightly, smothering his lips against your mouth, pinching your cheeks together, and ripping apart the kiss, "There are no other better words" He bends you over against the table, kicking your feet to spread open your legs, grabbing a fist of your hair, the tip of his slippery head right in between your thighs, teasing you slowly until you couldn't help yourself anymore, you stupidly tried to grab him and let loose, he pulls harder on your hair, sticking a slap right across your face, "I told you to not play around like that, you think this is funny?" He spat into your ear, slowly easing himself inside you.

Your teeth bite your lower lip and hum as he gently drags back his dick and slides it back inside your little hole, his fingers in between your legs going in circles, but as he pulls his hips back you can feel your walls tightening around him, begging him to stay inside you, "Oh my fuckin'- please... just please... I need you" You cry out miserably trying to convince him.

"Toughen up, I don't wanna hear a single noise coming' out of that mouth, you understand?" You nod your head as a tear rolls down your face, waiting impatiently for him to fuck you senseless, the anticipation getting the best of you, "You're drooling for more..." He teased your entrance, coating the head of his cock with your juices, "Didn't know you were like that..." Your name rolls out of his tongue like glory, and it sounds deathly and precious.

He eases his way inside you, your breathing gets stuck in your nose, and you try to keep up with the way his hips collide against your bum slowly at first, but with each moment you drag your hips back at the same time as him, he went deeper and deeper, and your legs started to feel it, you felt something burning inside you, something that tingled away in between your legs, and you were oozing for more, for something that put an end to it.

Your body tensed up as he suddenly grabbed a fast and hard pace, you could feel his skin burning against yours, digging his nails into your thighs, tearing and bruising your skin, there was no better pain, no other man that you ever desired. His fingers slipped inside your mouth until your throat closed, a burst of saliva coming out of your mouth as you pushed his body away from you.

He burst into laughter as you try to catch your breath, "What the fuck is your problem?" You gasped for air, "That was-"

"Too much?" He says with a smudged smile, "Thought you wanted me to teach you, you're not up for it anymore?" The cheeky tone in his voice mocked yours perfectly, you knew what this was all about.

"No, it's not that-"

"Oh come on, I knew you weren't serious, always laughing at me like I'm some sort of joke, and now you come here with all of this crying and whining, God! You can't handle anything" Your eyebrows frown together, "Don't look at me with those eyes" All you wanted was to scream and spit into his face all those vile words on your mind, but your tears ran down your face, the anger causing your insides to fire up and evaporate through tears. He set all of that fire at first glance.

He drags you closer to him by the elbow, "You can't say you don't feel what I'm feeling right now" Your nose reddened, his intentions just as clear as his writing on the chalkboard, he wanted you to fight for him "If you want me to be yours, I'll be part of you in any way you want... but just do it now, because I want you" Your arms around his neck, he kisses your cheek tasting your salty tears. But he was on top of you since the beginning, and like the man he is, nothing is really good enough for him, "I said I would do anything for you and I will, just keep me" You blinked your eyes slowly, his arms dragging your body closer to his.

His hands flew across your face, a spank of wind drying up your tears. He bends you over against the desk, hearing the weakness in your voice and the need for him had his mind so fixated on you, this fight had stopped and now he felt like the winner, he liked the triumph and the fulfillment of feeling your body twist and bend just the way he wanted, and you felt happy he could feed of your body like a vulture.

Your body relaxed as his arms hugged you close, lips on your neck, nose in your hair, not a single noise coming out of your lips, your mind was off wondering how long it took him to end you. His body smashing yours repeatedly, you looking at him through the crack of your neck, watching his eyes turn black, "You're enjoying this, you can't hide nothing from me" Your eyes closed tightly as you can feel him forcing himself deeper in that tight space, "You love when I get all mad on you, don't you?" Your cheeky smile burst onto the surface, he had caught you since the beginning, but he didn't want to fight anymore, there was no need for that. He can feel his heart palpitating so fast at the look of your pillowy pink cracked lips, his hands running down your soft hair, your body rocking against his so nicely that it makes his whole body vibrate, he's at a loss for words, so he wraps his arm around your waist, grabbing your hand and closing shut your mouth as your eyebrows push together and your walls began to contract and he pushed himself deeper inside feeling you burst like bubblegum, and your walls began to slowly ease up as your body gets covered with little flickers of electricity.

His eyes feel heavy as he smothers his cock in all your wetness, his gasps for air humming your name, playing around with your clit, and you were so sensitive and he couldn't get enough, but you were willing to handle more just for your man. His body was slowly losing balance and he grunted and you could feel him sliding outside of you so easily, feeling something warm splash into your inner thigh. That last warm breath of lust breezing your cheek.

"Here" He whipped down your thigh, and you adjusted your panties and your hair, and as you turned around, he pulled you close to him, giving you a gentle and caring kiss on your head. Your hearts warm up to each other instantly, "You did great, me darlin'"

"Thank you" That's all you needed to hear from him. He didn't call you by any other thing but his.

A/N

This was a special one, dedicated to my girl, my real, my best friend, and ofc thank you anon for your request but this was like two birds in one bullet sort of thing. She's my number one fan, and I gotta thank her for reading all of this, and for making me feel good about telling her about this, I thought I would take many things to grave but turns out, she's taking some of mine and I'll be taking some of her's, because that's what love is.

I lob u 😈💋

[tizniz]

WIP Wednesday 🌙

Tagged by: @theotherbuckley & @diazsdimples (such a little shit with his post)

Happy Valentine's Day to those who celebrate 🩵 and happy Wednesday to those who don't!

SURPRISE! I PICKED UP CUPID!BUCK AND WROTE SOMETHING! I'm determined to work past everything that stopped me from continuing it and am going to keep going. So we'll see what happens.

I'm doing a few snippets (treating y'all for being so nice and because it's V-Day) from what I wrote last night, so there's more under the cut along with tags!

Valentine’s Day sucks. You’d think being a descendant of Cupid, one would be all for the holiday. Not Buck. Buck hates the day. Look, he loves love. Is first in line to admit that he is a supporter of love and will happily help anyone and everyone find their one true love. Has done exactly that with many a people. Has developed a reputation because of it. But Valentine’s Day? Valentine’s Day can go die in a deep, dark pit for all he cares.

...

He absently scratches at his arm as he tries to focus enough to pick out a sauce. But he can’t do that until he picks out a type of pasta. Because Eddie is surprisingly picky about what pasta goes with what sauce, and so Buck staggers his way over to the pasta. Boxed, not fresh, because Eddie is also peculiar about that. It honestly makes Buck love the man more. Except the thought of loving his best friend has a shiver running down Buck’s back unpleasantly; not because of his love for Eddie, but simply because it draws in more love from around him. He feels a bit like he’s suffocating. He’s sweating and shivering at the same time. Everything is blurry around him. There’s a couple at the end of the aisle whispering to each other, their new love pouring off of them and over to Buck, crawling along his skin.

...

As Buck is sat down on the edge of the bed, he realizes something with a frown. There’s nothing coming from the house. There’s no feelings or emotions or anything. Which Buck has learned to adapt to with Eddie, had actually sought it out tonight. But it does mean something, or someone, is missing. “Chris?” “Valentine’s Day dance, remember?” Eddie places some clothing on the bed beside Buck. “You helped him pick out his outfit.” Right. He did. Buck frowns deeper. He doesn’t really remember it though. “You’re really not feeling well, are you?” Eddie mutters, fingers moving through Buck’s hair once more. It eases some of the throbbing in Buck’s head, and he falls forward until his face is planted into Eddie’s stomach, the cotton of his shirt soft against Buck’s itchy skin. This had been the right move. This is where he needed to be. Already he could feel the silence and lack of emotions from Eddie muffling the too loud noise inside of Buck’s body. He really should have listened to his sister and stayed home. Love sickness was a nasty thing.

...

“Good.” Eddie echoes, leaning over to place the glass on the side table. “How you feeling?” Buck wrinkles his nose, eyes falling closed again. “No’ good.” “Get some sleep then.” “Stay?” “I…” Eddie sighs, and then there’s movement before Buck feels a body settle next to his. He shuffles closer until Eddie’s arm winds around him, slotting a leg between Buck’s. “Get some rest, Buck.” “Knew you’d help.” Buck mutters, feeling himself drift off. But it wasn’t spinning and scary like before, in the store. No, here, he feels safe and secure, on steady feet. “Always help…”

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[kristi16]

All flavours for 5K

Summary: Each man possesses unique qualities that draw her in, making her journey both exhilarating and challenging

Warnings: smut, 18+, foursome, p in v, p in a, oral m receiving, dom!guys, submissive!reader, slight degradation

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You appeared in a dire situation. You are between three men. Between three men you really liked. And every one of them was completely different. Everyone brought something different to the table. It was exciting what a blossom of flavours you have experienced.

It all started with the paddock. You were lucky enough to be able to auction off the entry fee to the paddock for 5,000 euros. You have loved the formula since you were a child and wanted to fulfill your dream of standing so close to everything that you have only observed through the screen until now.

You were a Ferrari fan, but over time, Max won your heart too. You got used to him and started to like him as much as your favorite pair of ferrari men.

The whole experience of that day was really normal, but then you appeared in the room. Locked. With these three hotties.

You were in a trance. You were slightly shocked and scared. You were terribly ashamed just to be standing there. The three of them side by side stood in front of you. Max had his typical expression that hardly said anything about him. He made you feel like you messed something up and now he's going to yell at you. Charles was smiling at you sweetly which calmed you down. But Carlos, you could feel the warmth that radiated from his body and you were incredibly attracted to him. On top of that, he was looking you up and down.

You swallowed. All the pleasant feeling Charles gave you was gone.

"So, how do we do this?" Max said.

The boys looked at each other. You started to rub your hands and were about to say something.

"You know, I—"

“Pst pst pst cariño” Carlos pointed at you.

You stood as if transfixed with your mouth open.

"Hm, but she has a nice mouth." Carlos winked at you.

You immediately closed it and waited to see what would come. Boys started walking around you. Circling as if you were their prey. You started to panic what was going on.

"You know I don't even know-"

"Cariño!"

Charles looked at Carlos to take it easy. Charles turned to you and lowered himself.

"What's wrong cherie?"

You started gliding your eyes from Max to Carlos and back to Max. Then you docked at Charles.

"What's going on?" you asked.

Max was already suffering from impatience, so he took the situation into his own hands.

"Come on, little one. We noticed you peeking at us. Making eyes on us. And we like you too, so why not do something about it?” Max said.

You just swallowed.

"Only if you want to, of course." Charles said kindly to you.

You just stared at him. Suddenly, Carlos leaned into your back. The heat emanated from him even more and he absolutely burned your skin with his touch. He lowered his head to whisper into your ear.

"Don't you want it, cariño?" he stroked your bare arm with his right hand.

A chill ran down your spine and you leaned your head into his left breast. You gasped as Carlos grabbed your cunt.

“Darling, do you want it?” Charles asked.

You didn't know what to do first, your senses were starting to feel like they were in hot water.

“Y/N, look me in the eyes. You are safe with me.” and so you finally looked Charles in the eyes. You really found tenderness in them. You just nodded.

"Words cariño." Carlos said, stroking your arms again.

"Yes. I want it." you felt so embarrassed.

But that didn't last long because Max pounced on you.

"Finally." he stated pressing his lips to yours.

With every kiss he peeled off a piece of you. He took every breath from your lungs like the wind from your sails. He held you with his left hand around your neck so you wouldn't move and you hopelessly placed your hands on his chest, hoping to at least create some space between you, otherwise he would drain your entire soul from your body.

"Look how red she is." Carlos chuckled.

Max let you go and you were able to turn to Carlos. Panting.

"You are gorgeous cherie." Charles smiled at you. Although there was something deeper, darker in his eyes.

"Strip." Max said.

He was looking at you with a look that gave you no choice. You frantically started undressing. All shame has left you. You were more nervous about what to expect next.

“Fucking beautiful.” Carlos said and Max nodded.

You don't know why, but the approval from Max gave you confidence. Charles caressed your cheek and began caressing your jaw. Because of the tenderness and romantic gestures, you closed your eyes and didn't notice the world around you for a while. When you opened your eyes. You saw Max and Carlos in their full naked glory.

Your eyes almost popped out and you just stared. Both were absolutely gorgeous. Just the thought of these two offering you things and you being able to take advantage of their body made you salivate.

"Don't drool." Charles laughed.

At that moment you lowered your eyes and looked at your palms. You noticed that Charles is still dressed. And you decided to act. You looked into his eyes and started undressing him. First shirt, then pants. Charles grinned at you like he was proud of his sweet little girl. You were just on your knees when you had his erect cock in front of you. You took it carefully in your hand and looked at him. Whether you can touch him. He stroked your hair in return and it was a green light for you. You forgot everything, your only concern was to suck him down as best you could. You got so lost in it that only after a while did you notice that the boys joined in and stood around you. You decided to take matters into your own hands. Literary.

You left your mouth wrapped around Charles and reached out for both cocks with each hand. You started riding up and down. Very slow and very sensual. You had to be careful not to hurt anyone. Hearing them moan was like a favourite song to listen to.

"I can't take it anymore." Max hissed.

"I'm taking the ass."

The boys just nodded and you were back in the submissive position. You had no idea what that meant.

"I'm going to lie down and you're going to sit on me, okay cherie?" Charles told you.

By this time you were just listening without further ado. You strap his lap while he was looking at you from below. Before you could get down, Max stuck his fingers in your cunt.

"I'll borrow some." he said in your ear and peck your cheek.

You sobbed at his touch and tilted your head back. Max started violently kissing your neck and biting your skin. You reached your hand into his hair and tugged lightly. Meanwhile, Charles grabbed your hips to keep you in place.

"If she’s acting like this now, I don't know how it will end." Carlos said.

This disturbed you and you looked at him with frightened look in your face.

Suddenly, it was as if the whole world stopped. Max waited patiently, so did Charles. Carlos walked over to you and started stroking your hair. He was smiling beautifully at you.

"Will you be a good girl right?"

You just nodded. He kissed your forehead and motioned to the two boys.

First Charles. Charles focused on you and slowly directed you to sit on top of him. You took him in.

You just looked into his beautiful eyes and let yourself be consumed by his gaze urging you to obey.

You began to sob as time went on and his flesh pushing into you. It was a lot to handle. Charles waited a moment for you to get used to it. But before you actually could, he was pulling you down again. Now you started to feel that excitement and sense of fulfillment. So much so that you could feel your orgasm creeping up to the top.

At the same moment you felt Max's cock trying to penetrate you from behind.

You squealed and pulled away from him. You fell on Charles' chest.

"Cariño, you said you would be a good girl."

You looked at him with a sad look on your face. Charles scratched your hair.

"You'll like it, you'll see. I'm already drooling over you Y/N. Imagine how good the boys will feel when you submit to them.” Charles smiled at you.

You just smiled at him. And you relaxed.

"Spread your cheeks honey." Max said sweetly.

You did as he said. You still felt Charles inside you and now you felt Max creeping into you. You've never done anything like this.

“So fucking tight.” Max hissed.

You heard him moan softly which flattered you. That you managed to soften Max.

He slowly pushed it into you and it got harder and harder for you to swallow the pain. You bit down on Charles' shoulder and suffered silently.

"Kiss Me." Charles told you.

You raised your head enough for you to touch his lip. Then you felt Carlos playing with your clit and you forgot about the pain Max caused you. Up to the point where you were starting to feel pleasure from Max sliding in and out of you.

You started to moan loudly. Max pulled you to him by your hips and held you tight.

"Such a good girl." He rasped in your ear.

Charles grabbed you by your breasts and started thrusting into you from below. You managed to move up and down at least a little while Max was loading you from behind. It was too much so you immediately squirted all over Charles.

“Fuuuuuck.” Carlos said as he masturbated at what he saw.

You were starting to get tired of the orgasm, but the boys kept loading you full and you had no choice but to recover.

"Such a good girl." Max told you and Charles pinched your nipples.

You screamed and stuttered. Charles moved his hand to your clit.

You noticed how screwed up Charles was. Pink cheeks, lips parted and such pure passion in the eyes that you have never seen before.

You felt him slowly buck under you, his cock starting to stretch and grow inside of you. You knew it would be soon.

“Charles, cum in me.” you said and Charles let out a loud moan.

“Making commands already?” Carlos laughed.

He walked over to you and turned your head towards him with his hand. He tapped your lips with his head. You opened for him. He drove his cock into you, and you tried to concentrate on giving him head as much as possible.

"You look like a good whore" Carlos stated.

You felt Max grow inside you as well and Charles' fingers on your clit quickened. You started to lose control and consciousness. You saw stars and excruciating pain and enormous pleasure and another wave of pleasure flowing through your entire body. Even with Carlos' cock in your mouth you screamed as Max dug into your neck and bit you hard enough to silence his moans. Charles was just moaning and stuttering, his eyes wide open, watching you sucking Carlos's dick, coming so hard that you felt like there was nowhere for his seed to fit.

Carlos pulled out of your mouth and splashed all over your face. You just blinked as much as your eyelids could handle.

Max began to kiss you more gently and told you how amazing you were.

"We are very proud of you." Charles pinched your cheek.

That made you smile. Carlos ended it with a question.

"Shall we switch positions?"

[dingochef]

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Angst with a Happy Ending, Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking,

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary:

Another day, another stupid man to deal with. You run into a familiar face when you go to meet up with the face and person that's been on your mind all day.

Masterlist

Chapter 4

Chapter 5: Nancy Drew and the Instagram Account

You start your Sunday early to beat the sun and the heat. Your cycling group is meeting up on the San Diego waterfront just as the sun rises. The day is clear and just a bit crisp. You revel in the chill now as it will heat up soon, especially with the hilly route on deck for today. The ride starts easily with the Bay Shore Bikeway up to La Jolla then it heats up with a trip to the top of Mount Soledad, the ride down is fast enough that you can feel the moisture in your eyes being wicked away by the arid dry air. The rest of the course skirts around the eastern edges and suburbs of San Diego. After a few stops for water and some snacks to keep you energized, the ride winds down at about 2 pm where you started. You start packing away some of your gear and sit to change your shoes to get on the ferry. As you're tying the laces on your shoes, a shadow looms over you.

“Elsa, how’s it going?”

Bill asks. Of course it’s Bill, he does this every time the group meets.

“I was wondering if you’d like to get dinner with me tonight, like a date?”

Bill is nice, but he’s also a good 20 years older than you and more like your father than is comfortable in the dating scene.

“Sorry Bill, answer’s still the same, no. Besides I have plans tonight,” the thought of Jake brings an unconscious smile to your lips.

“Come on, Elsa, you’ve got to give in sometime, I’m just trying to be a nice guy. It’s just one date, I’ll cook you dinner at my house, a little wine, it’ll be a nice night. You gotta say yes.”

You sigh, knowing that what is going to come out your mouth next is going to make the next meet up the group awkward as fuck, but you can deal with akward.

“Bill, how many times have you asked me out?”

He shrugs,

“A lot, I guess.”

“And I always say no. What makes you keep asking when you get the same answer? That’s the literal definition of insanity.”

“I figure persistence pays off and besides I’m a nice guy, give me a chance.”

“Bill, the answer today, tomorrow, and every time in the future is going to be no. N. O. I don’t want to date some overbearing guy who has no respect for what I say and what boundaries I draw. Being a “nice guy” doesn’t entitle you to a date.”

By this time others in the cycling group are starting to notice the exchange. Millie, who is a retired Navy Captain, steps over to see what’s going on.

“Jeez, Elsa, you don’t have to be such a bitch about it.”

“Bill, if you think this is me being a bitch, buckle up buttercup, you haven’t seen anything yet. I can’t help that your sense of language comprehension and pattern recognition is that of a four-year old, you sad old man. No means no. We’re done here.”

You start to walk your bike towards the ferry terminal and Millie runs over to catch up.

“You okay?” she asks, giving you a side hug.

“Yeah, just tired of dealing with Bill’s bullshit week after week. I just want to come ride and hang out with friends. Not ward off old dudes trying to get into my pants.”

“We’ll take care of it, Bill’s out of the group, easy peasy,”

Millie says. Millie is one of the founding members of the cycling group and part of a kick-ass group of older retired military women who deal with exactly zero shit from anyone.

“Thanks, Millie, I appreciate that. I gave him so many outs, but he kept coming back into the danger zone.”

She shrugs,

“Some people are just dumb. You did good back there. Do you need anyone to see you home in case he gets weird about it?”

“No, keep him occupied for about 15 minutes while I get on the ferry and I’ll be good.”

You give Millie a hug and wave goodbye as you get on your bike to ride the last little distance to the ferry. When you get home you jump into the shower to rinse all of the day’s gross parts off, real and metaphorical.

As you're getting out of the shower you hear your phone ding:

Lydia: So you and Hangman, becoming a thing? A baseball game (glad you found a dork that likes baseball) and dinner at what I know is your favorite restaurant (the tapas place in the Gaslamp Quarter.) It's like you’re putting your best moves on him.

You: I'm not putting my moves on him, you and I both know I have exactly zero moves. He offered up the baseball game as amends for being a jackass the other night at the bar. I was hungry after the game so I invited him along.

Lydia: Liar. Liar. Pants on fire! 🔥 You asked him on the dinner date. I pressed him for the deets when he mentioned going to the Padres game that I saw on your Instagram. And he crumbled like a lovesick fool. Between asking for your number and him coming back practically skipping and whistling I figured it out.

You: Alright, Nancy Drew, Girl Detective you got it right. It was Colonel Mustard in the library with a wrench.

Lydia: What are you even talking about?

You: How have you never played a game of Clue?

You: Nevermind.

Lydia: So…..how was he in the sack? These Navy guys are fucking built.

You: We only made it to my porch.

Lydia: Ooh, outdoor sex. Adventurous.

You: Not that! We just had some really nice kissing that ventured into a bit of heavy petting. And then I said good night.

Lydia: Right. And you have plans with him tonight. You like like him!

You: How did you know about that?

Lydia: The walls here are hilariously thin. You can hear everything that happens here.

You: So Jake mentioned. How was that mustache ride?

Lydia: De-fucking-lightful. 10/10 would highly recommend.

You: I'll remember that yelp review when I'm in search of a mustache ride which will be…..never. Seriously, what's up with the stache? Did he lose a bet?

Lydia: Didn't come (heh heh) up in conversation.

You: You are the worst. Talk to you later, remember to keep hydrated with all the sexing you’re doing.

Lydia: Smooches & Byeeee!

You shake your head at the conversation you just had with Lydia. Before you put your phone down you text Jake to set up the now infamous drink date tonight.

You: So, we still on for drinks tonight? How does 7 at the Hard Deck sound?

You don’t expect a reply right away and put your phone on the charger and head over to the couch with a giant jug of water and make plans to watch some TV and chill for the rest of the afternoon. Somewhere, around an hour later when you've already watched two documentaries on WWII aircraft your phone dings. In what can be described as an all out sprint you rush to your phone.

Jake: That sounds like a date. See you there. Maybe this time I'll get to buy you more than one drink, (my turn.)

You: See you then.

It's about 4 pm now, which gives you enough time to whip up a nice curry for dinner and still have time to gussy up for your date. This is actually date date.

Getting ready to go out has become more of a challenge than you anticipated. You've pulled out every dress you own and rejected each one twice. You're looking for that "Oh just drinks, you just threw on whatever to come here." Your goal is effortless grace, not "I totally overthinked every aspect of my appearance and maybe had a slight panic attack." In frustration you call Lydia, breathlessly shouting out as soon as she answers,

"You actually have fashion sense, what should I wear?"

The cackle comes out of the phone speaker first and then her reply,

"Just drinks, riiight. You’re actually trying to impress him aren't you? This is adorable, Elsa has found someone to melt her frozen heart or other parts."

She snorts at her own terrible joke and you can practically hear her eyebrows rising up and down on her forehead.

"Don't overthink it like you usually do. Wear the magenta dress with the nice flowy skirt. It'll be easy to get off later."

There's a muffled male voice in the background saying something like "Come back to bed, baby."

"Are you still at Rooster's? How are you not chafed or unable to walk?"

"No, we actually ventured out for some beach time and came back to mine, a whole lot more privacy. By the way, I might have heard a certain someone moaning another person's name last night when he presumably was taking care of his blue balls courtesy of you. Well, have fun, do something I would do, Byeeee!"

You, for some reason, follow Lydia's advice and wear the suggested dress. Wearing a bra with this dress is impossible due to the plunging back. Lydia knew exactly what she was doing when she suggested this particular dress. Scanning your underwear drawer you spot a pair of black lace boy shorts that you know make your ass look really good. After setting a light curl into your dark brown, almost black hair, you leave it down to cascade down your shoulders and back. Minimal make-up, you're always going for the natural look, but for some reason you pick a darker magenta shade of lipstick that complements the dress. You grab a light sweater and your purse and you're out the door. The walk over to the Hard Deck is nice and cool and calming. The butterflies in your stomach start to flutter as you approach the door and it hits you that you actually want to impress him tonight. It's an exhilarating and terrifying concept at the same time, what are you getting yourself into?

You don't really have time to delve into your brain after that idea as I've arrived at the Hard Deck. You push open the door and pull your sweater off. Despite it being a Sunday night the place is pleasantly buzzing with a steady hum of voices and glasses clinking together and onto tabletops around the bar. You scan the crowd and don't spot Jake anywhere so you make your way up to the bar. At the bar there's is a familiar bomber jacket and black head of hair.

"As I live and breathe, it's Maverick. And in one piece,"

You say as you sit on the open bar stool next to him. He's halfway through a swig of beer when he turns and makes the connection that it’s you sitting next to him.

"Elsa! What brings you to this place?"

"Meeting a friend for a drink."

Penny comes over and asks,

"The usual?"

You nod yes. Maverick says,

“Put that on my tab, I owe this gal a drink for stepping in as my temporary guardian angel."

Penny looks a bit confused at the statement but shrugs and goes to make your drink.

"I should be asking you the same thing, what brings you down to North Island? I thought you were just going to carry on at the Skunk Works."

He takes a swig of his beer and shrugs, "The usual pissed off an Admiral. They weren't overly impressed with me breaking "the project" apart." He uses air quotes to reference the Darkstar hypersonic stealth jet you were both working on and he was serving as the test pilot.

"I'm teaching at Top Gun for a few weeks. While the Navy decides your fate for me."

He leans over to whisper,

"Thank you for saving my life, there's no other reason I'm alive other than your life pod."

"How did it perform?" you ask quietly.

"Like riding a mattress down and landing on a marshmallow, so perfectly. Next time can you get it to drop me off near civilization rather in the middle of an orange grove near Fresno?"

You laugh,

"Jeez, so needy, not only do I save your life and give you a gentle ride back to earth, you want door to door service. I'll see what I can do."

You glance over to the door to see Jake coming through the door; he instantly scans the crowd and locks in on you. You catch his eyes and then turn back to Maverick and say,

"I'd love to get together to pick your brain on other impressions on "the project". Thanks for the drink. I’m glad you’re alive."

You lean in to hug Maverick.

Your drink has appeared on the bar and by the time Jake has jostled his way through the crowd to the bar you can see that the expression on his face has turned from that panty dropper smile to confusion and a bit of jealousy.

He swaggers up to the bar and gives you a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Both Maverick and Jake are looking at each other confused and startled.

"Hey, Captain, didn't think you'd be back here after the other night." Jake says with that patented smirk.

Maverick winks and says,

"I like the company and the scenery."

He nods his head towards Penny. You cock your head with a questioning look. Maverick sheepishly replies,

"We have a complicated…history.".

Jake asks, his signature smirk in full force,

"How do you know Elsa or are you hitting on women who are half your age and out of your league, now?"

Chapter 6

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[ghosttotheparty]

solangelo headcanons because i am Going Through It (there's a lot buckle up)

- nico has acne on his cheeks and chin 

- will has a cleft lip w a scar that goes up to his nose; it’s not v noticeable and no one rly notices it but nico gazes at him A Lot and asks about it one day; will explains and nico thinks it’s cool and now he kisses it every time they say goodbye

- they both grow their hair out; will sometimes ties his up to keep it out of the way and nico loves when he does; nico ends up dying a little bit of his red bc of peer pressure from thalia

- nico has a gap between his front teeth it’s very cute 

- will blushes really easily; nico will just vaguely flirt with him like call him cute or something and will turns RED 

- will has piercings; three in each ear lobe, one helix, and one nose 

- nico ends up getting a helix piercing too just bc he thinks it’s cool 

- nico is *almost* wills height but he’s still short enough for will to have to lower his head to kiss him or for will to have to look down at him; he climbs up on chairs so will has to look up at him when he’s making a point but it never works because will just ends up gazing at him 

- nico wears friendship bracelets; the first one is from hazel before she goes back to camp jupiter, and then some of wills siblings just start giving them to him; he treasures of all them 

- one of wills sisters makes him one that’s like the mlm flag 

- the only other jewellery he wears are the skull ring and another ring he found in an antique store that fits his pinkie and gold sun necklace he got for himself in some mall one time because it made him think of will 

- nico ends up being Eccentric when he’s recovered and healed and stuff 

- like,,, he collects antiques and art and sculptures and victorian lamps and jewellery and old stuffed bears and fairy lights and bones and shit 

- and he wears eyeliner and glitter 

- he gets a walking stick that has like a birds skull as a handle it’s sick 

- he’s also lowkey an extrovert 

- he has a nice singing voice but he doesn’t sing for anyone; he only sings in front of will and even then it’s just if there’s music playing and they’re both doing stuff 

- will doesn’t say anything because he doesn’t want him to stop 

- wills nails are always painted and sometimes when he’s focussing too much on work and isn’t taking care of himself the paint chips away 

- nico always notices and makes sure they have at least one or two days just to make sure will is getting sleep and is relaxing and stuff (he paints wills nails for him) 

- will is puerto rican god bless 

- he never lived there but he visited a lot as a child and he and reyna bond over san juan and the food one day (nico listens very fondly) (wills favourite food is mofongo and reyna likes pastelón but they both have a soft spot for habichuelas guisadas)

- will does like stick and poke tattoos in the apollo cabin; usually it’s just like little tiny ones for other campers or on himself and one day nico wants one 

- (he gets a little B on his wrist) 

- they both end up getting a bunch of professionally done tattoos as they get older 

- will only draws the tattoos and stuff like he isn’t really an artist outside of tattoos 

- but nico??? artist boy 

- at first it’s just a way to cope with his nightmares like he draws what he remembers when he wakes up and then throws them away/tosses them in the fireplace 

- but over time he ends up like doodling when he’s bored and sketching other ppl in camp and then he winds up in the crafts tent and he learns how to use like watercolour and stuff it’s all very fun

- will keeps all the drawings he gives him; he ends up with them pinned to the wall by his bed and on his desk in the infirmary and in his moms apartment for when he visits 

- nico can crack like every joint in his body and all of his fingers and toes; getting up in the morning is an ordeal 

- it drives will crazy but he refers to him as his rice krispies boyfriend 

- will is very 420 friendly; that is to say that he’s a stoner but he doesn’t smoke that much at camp bc he doesn’t have time to and there isn’t much privacy (nico is curious about it and they get high together one day and nico discovers that it helps with his chronic pain; also will is hot when he smokes especially when when they’re shotgunning ANYWAY)

- nico has always had trouble walking and stuff (he trips and stumbles a lot) especially on days that his chronic pain is worse 

- he just blames it on having bad depth perception for a while but he can’t use it as an excuse when he needs to lean on things to stand 

- one day will notices and brings him to the infirmary for a crutch and nico tries to insist that he doesn’t need it but will gives him the whole < there’s nothing wrong with needing assistance > and < you deserve to be able to make your life easier > spiel 

- his first one is just the standard silvery gray but after a while he gets one that’s red and black

- he uses it to smack jasons legs when he’s being annoying 

- nico calls will amore and baby and my love and will calls him angel and honey and sweetheart 

- nico is chronically touch starved and is constantly just reaching out to grab wills hands or putting his leg over wills leg while they’re sitting together 

- nico is a coffee snob 

- but he also has a sweet tooth and loves chocolate and gummies and stuff 

- nonbinary he/him will and ‘i have so many more things to give a shit about’ nico 

- nico and hazel both swear like sailors 

- so does will but he also has bedside manner 

- nico does not 

- nico shows affection by biting and licking will; not even in a sexual sense just literally taking a chomp of his cheek or licking the back of his hand and will is just ‘thank you angel’ (especially on days that he’s less verbal/it’s harder for him to speak; will knows what it means)

- nico lays on his bed with his head hanging off the edge upside bc it’s fun sensory wise and the first time he does it with will present will doesn’t even question it he just moves to sit on the floor facing him 

- it becomes a thing they do and after they get together they do the spider-man kiss very often 

- their first i love you happened because will was doing something very mundane and nico just Gazed at him; will finally noticed and was like yes? and nico just ‘im in love with you’ 

- will always has a hand under nico’s shirt even before they start dating just because he’s so warm that nico wants to be as close as possible to him 

- nico hates balloons so on his birthday will puts up streamers across like the whole ceiling and they hang down and drape everywhere and it looks so pretty it stays for months 

- neither of them like The Big Light so nicos cabin only ever has a bunch of lamps on 

- before he starts collecting things (like lamps) he barely sleeps bc he’s scared of the dark and one day will mentions it to one of his siblings because he’s stressed and wants to help him so his sibling gives him some fairy lights and a nightlight to give to nico 

- they help 

- nico becomes besties with one of wills sisters and ends up just casually hanging out in the apollo cabin all the time to paint with her and hang out and stuff 

- he also ends up going to the apollo cabin if he’s had nightmares just to take naps in wills bed even if will isn’t there like if he’s working  

- will comes back and immediately kicks his shoes off to cuddle with him 

- nico has a collection of hoodies and jumpers and sweaters that he ‘borrows’ from will; he doesn’t really ever wear them out but he wears them when he sleeps because they’re warm and they smell like will; will finds out bc he goes over one morning to take nico to breakfast and nico opens the door very sleepily wearing nothing but boxers and wills hoodie; will just about dies 

- nico is a koala bear; he loves holding onto wills arm and hugging him and hiding his face in his neck or chest and they soon find out that will is able to pick him up no problem (which proves helpful when nico is injured or exhausted but also just when nico wants to climb up him and be held)

- nico is very good at cooking but no one knows until like years later when they visit nico and wills apartment and they’re all gushing over how good dinner is and nico is just :) 

- speaking of their apartment 

- nico’s favourite place is the fire escape window 

- he sits up there to smoke and read and people watch and will joins him to stargaze 

- there are stacks of books everywhere bc nico reads a lot 

- they’re a beaded doorway cushions on the floor dinner in the living room wind chimes on the balcony family 

- they get a cat that they name bisgatto (he’s an adopted black cat)

- they both have sensory issues and go shopping for like linens and stuff together to make sure they can both use what they buy (eventually they get so familiar with each other’s needs and will be like ‘nico/will would love this’ and stuff) 

- back to the koala thing; they always wake up completely wrapped around each other; will always gets up first bc he wakes up really early and while he’s making coffee nico will come into the room and just climb up him and hold on 

- eventually their smells (will smells like citrus and nico smells like earth) turn into one smell (because they’re a family) (nico still wears wills clothes) 

[nayfen]

Fanfic: These Fleeting Nights (1/9)

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V lay on her back, mind flowing like a waterfall, cascading thoughts of the last year through the synaptic pathways of her mind. Sleep was a rare commodity of late, and the primary factor this early morning was the lack of a certain terrorist sharing her mind. Johnny Silverhand. It’d been a few weeks since her jaunt inside Mikoshi and she’d not quite come to terms with what happened or with the fact that she was now alone in her head. She’d gotten used to it, and with him gone... it was too quiet. 

“Johnny?” 

There was nothing. No reply. Just silence, an emptiness. A tear slipped down V’s cheek. She missed him. Despite everything, she missed the arsehole. 

She lay on her sleeping bag, pitch dark and quiet like nothing she’d heard; she hated it. Panam promised she’d get used to it soon, but it was full-on! Gone were the sirens, the shouts, the songs. The constant dull drone of traffic and tech buzzin’ relentlessly. Now, she could hear… the wind. An untimely gust here, the flap of a loose tarp here. The odd cough from one of her new family members, the Aldecaldos.  

Her eyes were wide open, staring blankly upwards into the darkness, gradually adjusting to the low light. They felt heavy and yet stuck, forced open by some invisible force, paralysed in place. She felt that if she were to close them, it would cause physical pain. Despite herself, she blinked, and sighed in relief as the lids refreshed her eyes, pain-free tears moistening her corneas. She drew in a deep breath and listened to the sounds around her and heard the sweet and gentle purr of Judy sleeping beside her, and Nibbles curled up on Judy’s discarded dungarees; she couldn’t decide who was loudest between the two of them. 

It was nice having Nibbles with them; a small hairless stray Cat V had befriended in her Megatower apartment complex. Panam was not best pleased with V when she rocked up with her carry case under her arm, something she needed to buy new, along with a rucksack with an adorable little cat pouch allowing for travel with your kitty companion. She got a little carried away in the shop. Nibbles was enjoying being out of the city instead of being cooped up in that apartment on her own. She thought... she was difficult to read. She was definitely more vocal and was a lot clingier with her. Judy was still warming up to Nibbles, convinced that she had an ‘agenda.’ She tried to blink, to reset her brain, move onto something else and stop her brain from processing.  

She heard crickets. The high chirping relentless sound of crickets. It was soothing, sort of. Rhythmic, constant; reminiscent of the incessant hiss of technology, the sound of something, somewhere, drawing power from the grid. But it was such a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of Night City, and she still wasn’t used to it; it was unsettling.  

That wasn’t to say that she missed Night City, fuck no! She loved the distance, glad to see the back of it. But like an earworm of some shit-yet-catchy gang-bangers remix, she couldn’t seem to be rid of it. It plagued her mind most days- racing through the events that led them here; Kompeki Plaza, the Relic, Evelyn Parker, the Voodoo boys, Arasaka, downing a Kang Tao AV for Hellman, Dogtown and Songbird, that damned Cynosure lab. 

She sat up, defeated at yet another failed night’s sleep. As quietly as she could, she slipped on her clothes and tip-toed to the tent flap. Nibble’s head shot up at the slight disturbance and frowned at her as if to say ’You dare wake me from my slumber, Human!’  

She raised an eyebrow at her, “Chill, Nibbles!” she whispered as quietly as she could, peeking back at Judy to see if she’d stirred. She lay on her back, arm draped over her forehead, her mouth slightly open, drooling on the pillow. ‘So pretty’ she thought, stifling a giggle. She turned back to Nibbles, who had settled back down. 

V slipped out of the tent into the gloom of camp. It’d been two days since they had fled Night City and set up a temporary camp fifty or so miles away before heading southeast to Arizona. They were waiting. Cassidy hadn’t reached the rendezvous point after the storm and the Nomads were on edge. It wasn’t like him to get lost in a storm, so the only alternative was that something went wrong. He was either stuck somewhere or… worse.  

V crept through the camp, passing tents and lean-to’s and, predictably her eyes spotted a familiar figure on the ridge with a small elec-light beside them. She climbed her way up and sat down beside her. 

“Evenin’ V!” Panam said in an overly chirpy tone. She was wrapped in a blanket, protected against the cold early morning air. Her eyes were red and puffy, even in the low glow of the pitiful lantern between them. V raised an eyebrow. 

“Come on Pan… relax, it’s me!” she replied, holding out her arms. Panam broke almost immediately, falling into V’s arms and sobbing into her shoulder. “I know… Let it out girl,” she whispered as she rubbed her shoulders comfortingly. 

After a good five minutes, she came up for air. “Thanks, V…” Panam said gratefully, wiping her nose and cheeks, “I needed that...” 

“You missed a bit,” replied V, brushing a tear smear from her cheek. She pulled her closer for warmth, pulling the edge of the blanket around her shoulder. They sat and looked out at the view of the camp and the surrounding desert.  

“I’m sorry, V... I’m all over the place right now...” She awkwardly moved her hand up to her face to wipe her eyes and remove a strand of hair out of her mouth whilst trying to stay wrapped up tightly. 

“Hey, I feel you… we should be on cloud nine right now, but…” she trailed off as her thoughts returned to the awful moment inside Mikoshi. She shook her head and stared off into the distance. 

They sat quietly for a spell before Panam turned away and began to fidget with the sleeve of her jacket. 

“Um… V?” she said timidly, pulling at a loose thread. 

“Yeh?” she replied, turning her head expectedly.  

“You… uh. You think I’m a good leader?” She asked, staring off into the distance. V touched Panam’s knee for comfort. 

“Yeah, ‘course. At least… I think you try to be,” she said cautiously, trying to be honest but kind. 

Panam turned her head suddenly, “What… what do you mean by that?” She asked, a slight hint of panic in her voice. 

V rubbed the nape of her neck, “You’re a new leader, Panam. A new leader that’s been through shit! You’re grievin’. Heck, we all are. Scorpion, Bob, Teddy. Saul... Plus with Cassidy being…” 

“Don’t say it, V!” Panam snapped suddenly, her eyes full of fear and on the verge of bursting again. 

“I wasn’t… was gonna say missin’,” She replied, moving her hand to her shoulder, and causing the blanket to fall off and a wave of chilly air made her shiver. She pulled it back over her and continued. “Truth is… even if you were the best leader around… right now…?” V paused, her words feeling false in her mouth. “What I mean is... you’re allowed a moment, you know?” V said softly and patted her knee again reassuringly. 

Panam relaxed a little with a sigh, “Yeah… I guess you’re right V. It’s been… Fuck… it’s been bad... let’s not sugar coat it!” She bit, kicking the edge of the ridge with her heel causing a scattering of rocks and grits cascading down the rocky outcrop. 

“A real shitshow yeah…” V replied, guilt flooding back through her mind. “Pan, it’s all my fucking fault! All of it!” 

“Fuck V, enough of that shit!” she retorted angrily. “You’re family now dammit!” Panam barked loudly, her voice echoing out into the darkness. She pulled V into a one-armed hug. “I’ve told you already, it’s not on you...” She murmured, sensing a need for her to provide the comfort now. 

“I just…” V began, sobbing softly as the last few weeks filled her mind again. “I’m all over the fucking place too, Pan! If it wasn’t for you and Judy, I’d just give the fuck up right now and end it!” The darkness seeped out of her, flooding the depths of her mind, unwanted and unbothered by its imposing presence. 

“V! Don’t talk like that! We will fix you, got it!” She urged, squeezing tightly. “We will fix you…” She squeaked, joining V as tears filled her eyes. 

They sat together in silent sobs, waiting for the sadness to subside and for the sun to rise over the cliffs. When the warmth started gently caressing their faces, they heard the distant roar of an engine, shouting its echoed chant on the wind, its tyres churning up the dust. Mitch was back. 

Panam leapt down from the ridge and stalked across the camp, and V followed in her wake. ‘Please let it be good news,’ V thought in desperation. Mitch’s Gecko pulled to a stop, caked in sand and dust. Panam and a handful of others gathered around and waited as the door swung open. A few beats of bated breath came before Mitch rose from the car. And clung to his shoulder, a dust-covered, tired and dishevelled Cassidy. 

A cheer erupted from the crowd as Panam launched herself towards them both in a choking bear hold.  

“Jesus Panam! Gimme a little air would yah!” replied Mitch struggling to breathe. Panam released them, tears swelling. 

“Sorry… I…” she struggled, lost for words. V moved in to help Mitch support Cassidy. 

“He’s severely dehydrated, found his car, ass sticking out the dirt, nose fully buried… hard to tell what the hell happened but, seemed the cabin was sealed and had just about enough air for him to hold out! Lucky bastard!” Mitch sneered with a smile. He looked down at Cassidy. 

“Lucky! Pfff… that damn storm…” growled Cassidy, hoarse and barely audible, “…was worse… than I thought… sent me… flyin’ down a… canyon… and…” He sputtered, coughing between every word before he coughed himself silent, wheezing. 

“Ok… Ok, we’ll hear all about it tonight, Cass, but right now, let’s get some fluids in yah, Kay?” Panam said, ushering them into camp past the cheering onlookers. 

“You damn fool, near gave me a heart attack!” yelled Carol, swooping in and driving her shoulder into V to peel Cassidy away. “I got him!” She barked, as they carried him off towards the medical tent. V shook her head and held back and saw Panam turn. A smile beamed across her face, and she mouthed, ‘Thank you’. V replied with a smile.  

‘Wow… how about that, Johnny? A bit of good luck for a change…’ V thought happily in her mind, reaching out into the depths. Silence. 

Back at their tent, she entered to find a waking Judy. “Hey, you…” V purred watching her stretching out of her sleeping bag.  

Her multi-toned, pink and green hair was dishevelled, swooping across her head, strands of which were all upended at awkward angles. She wore a small grey tank top, one shoulder of which had slipped down off her shoulder as she slipped out to lean on her elbows. A sleepy smile formed on her face. 

“Heeey!” she replied in a low growl. “You sleep all right?” She yawned, rubbing her eyes sleepily. 

“Nope,” V spat plainly, and flumped down beside her, planting a quick kiss on her lips. 

“Oh no really…? Still struggling huh? Well… I for one am loving the quiet!” Judy replied, a big grin on her face. She looked adorable in the mornings. 

“Glad to hear it. Want some breakfast?” V asked, hopping back up. 

“Mmmhmm… Please, I’ll uh… I’ll wait here…” She said as she stretched out, causing her sleeping bag to slip down further. She wriggled free of it and kicked it aside revealing her favourite blue shorts and her long, beautiful, tattooed legs. She stretched them out, leaned back and added, “I’ll be waiting...” She flicked her hair back and shook, as it flopped about doing absolutely nothing to it. If anything, it now looked messier. V giggled before heading back outside.  

She headed across camp to find Miguel had beaten her to the grill and was cooking up a storm of sausages and synth meat. The smell was intoxicating. 

“Oh boy! Can I get in on that, Miguel?” She asked, her mouth literally watering. 

“Of course, Hermana!” He called out, as her translation subs appeared in her lower peripheral vision translating Hermana to Sister. He picked up a couple tortillas from a stack beside him. “Anything for you and your chica, eh?”-girl. Miguel said with a wink and fixed up a couple of breakfast quesadillas. “There you go, V, enjoy, eh?” 

“Gracias, Miguel, realmente!”-Thank you, really. V replied, giving him a quick hug in thanks. 

She walked back to the tent and the picnic table outside, “Rise and shine! Breakfast on the table!” She called across to the tent. She laid out the quesadillas and glided across to grab some cans from the cooler when her holo pinged with a message… from Judy. She raised her eyebrows and swung back around to the tent, the cold cans numbing her hands. She wiggled her head through the tent flap. “You just ping me or have I got a virus?” She asked, confused. 

“Hah… Yeah, I did, but…uh, don’t watch it yet! Be out in a sec, OK?” Judy said nervously. She was half dressed, wearing her go-to black bra and was pulling on her dungarees.  

“OK... I would press you on it, but these cans are so frickin’ cold!” She cried out, freeing her head and dropping them down onto the table. 

V sat down, and for the first time in three days, she felt a sense of calm. With Cassidy back, they’ll be on the move again any day now and they could finally leave Night City far in the dust. On a clear night, she swore she could almost see the towering lights from camp. It was probably her imagination, like a ghost image burned into her retinas. No doubt everyone would feel better when that was no longer the case.  

They had, after all, attacked not only Arasaka Tower but a Militech-controlled checkpoint and Night Corp construction site to get there, not to mention busting out with stolen Arasaka tech and the stolen Militech Basilisk. They were on a few shit lists, and the sooner they made themselves scarce the better. Being here in this camp felt like being in a kind of limbo, but once they moved on, V felt like her life might resume. What was left of it... 

Six months. Or maybe more, according to Alt Cunningham, rogue AI and ex-output to Johnny Silverhand. She’d “overlooked the human factor,” the toll the Relic put on the body. Her body! Though, according to Alt, it wasn’t hers anymore. It was Johnny’s. And she, V, was now nothing but a passenger, a fucking cancer, sitting in a borrowed shell. An engram. Fuck! Was she… was she even a person anymore, or just a collection of synaptic wavelengths of emulated consciousness? Did she have a soul? Hurt her fucking head just thinking about it. 

The one thing she knew for sure though was that she wasn’t about to give up; ‘Saul didn’t die for nothing...’ she thought to herself. She didn’t go to hell and back and risked everything for six fucking months… not if she could help it. Not now she had something to lose. Someone… 

“Hey!” Judy chirped, appearing from the tent, “Oh... Miguel’s quesadilla?” 

“MmmHmm… come on, they’ll get cold!” V said, passing Judy’s across the table. 

“Can’t have that!” She beamed broadly and sat down across from her. She took a big bite, closing her eyes and moaning as she savoured the taste. “Mmm... fuck that’s good! What seasoning does he use!” 

“No one knows, he mixes it himself or so I’ve heard... man’s got a gift, considering what he’s working with!” V giggled. 

Nomad life wasn’t the most glamorous; something the both of them were still adjusting to. Having hot food and running water was a surprise to them; they imagined washing in rivers, eating wild bugs and protein bars, huddled around campfires for warmth. There was a surprising amount of tech involved in the camp, most of which was admittedly sat idle in this temporary camp. But they still had the gas stoves, the heated water trucks for showers and well... campfires for the evening, because some things just work. 

It wasn’t exactly what V had in mind when she decided to leave Night City with Judy, but it was a pretty good start.

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[evecolourshock]

Hey! I'm the guy who made the TRON roll call, and I have a small request, if it's fine with you.

Could you go over your process on how you draw Rinzler? I'm trying to get it down, but I always have him end up looking like Guy-Man from Daft Punk

I completely understand if you're busy, or if you don't want to answer this, and I hope you have a nice day!

-Spiffy

Hi and hello!

I do all my Rinzler doodles (and, well. All of my art) traditionally, with pencils etc, so it took me a bit to get a tutorial sketched out for you.

I haven't done a doodle tutorial for the body, mostly because even I don't actually know how I do the bodies other than "lines", but hopefully this helps.

Step 1 : your typical anime head blueprint (the circle for a head, with an overlaid cross shape marking out the eyes near the bottom of the circle and splitting the vertical line roughly equal equally to mark out where the jaw should be).

Step 2 : "V" shape for the chin - this should be reasonably small, I guess I sketch mine with a 120° or bigger inside vertex and the points wind up slightly less wide apart than the eye line.

Step 3 : lines stretching up from the V made in step 2, up to around the eye level and slightly wider than the head circle.

Step 4 : very flat "V shape to mark out the top of the head.

Step 5 : connect the lines made in step 3 to the V made in step 4 - you now have your basic helmet outline.

Step 6 : two slightly curved lines down the middle of the helmet, with a gap at eye height. You can change the curve and angle of these lines, as well as the width of the gap, to slightly adjust where he's looking.

Step 7 : two small curved rectangles slightly below the angles near the top of the head to mark out where the head circuits should be (I treat these as optional, and by adjusting the length of these you can also adjust where he's looking a little bit - though it needs to match wherever you made him look in step 6).

[drtenebrisxii]

Pokemon Cataclysm Version 2 - Desert Encounter

I've been meaning to draw this for a while... and also write a short story :V if you want to read it, is here:

----------------------- English Version: The rumor has is that somewhere in the outskirts of the only town in the dessertic area of Kalos, an area that used to be a nice meadow but the catalcysm left turned into a sunken desert, an Yveltal had been spotted. The legendary had not done anything other than sitting at a point in the desert for most of the day; but apparently it would also change places since on many occasions teams of brave adventurers had tried to capture or drive away the legendary only to be unable to find it. Those were the lucky ones, because many others went to search for the bird and never came back...

The legendaries provoked the great Cataclysm ages ago, who knows what would they do now that they are returning? Or worse, what kind of horrors would Yveltal, Bird of Death, have in mind for the people of the town? Many claim they saw strange ligths in the desert and ghosts either felt strangely compelled to go to the desert or actually scared of it and its only inhabitant.

The State of Kalos was too busy dealing with the many... things... spawned by the Cataclysm to use its limited resources on doing something about a legendary that, apparently, was doing nothing. So the town's people put quite a reward for whomever could do something about their situation. The sum was good, but not enough to attract many since the stories of the many that failed to never be seen again scared most bounty hunters.

One day, though, a zangoose riding a bike appeared and began to ask about what had been tried on the yveltal. He heard all sorts of strategies to attack and defeat the avain, but either they were unable to try or those who did never came back to report on why their plans failed. So, the Zangoose, without anything especial, went only with his bike and a bag with something to face the Yveltal... The people prayed to Arceus, out of pitty, mainly, that the guy never met the Deathly Bird

Said prayers were for naught, though, since the zangoose found the avian easily. She was surrounded by mysterious fires that the zangoose felt like dissipating with his claws, and weird winds that blew around her. She was in a meditation stance on top of her big claw-like tail, and at the sound of his bike's engine, she opened an intense blue eye.

—Another seeker of fame and fortune...— she sighed clearly frustrated— How long had it been since the last one? OTwo days? two weeks? No idea, but I can asure that, unless you are actually looking for death itself, you won't find anything else— The zangoose took off his helmet, pull up his goggles and pull down his scarf, revealing a confident feline grin.

—Nay, my lady, I'm simply here to keep you company, meow... it must be lonely over here, isn't it?— She turned her entire head towards him, one of her eyes was covered by her pinkish whie hair with incredulity in her gaze.

—I need no company...—

—Hah! yeah, right...—

—...And even if I did, why yours?—

—well, for startes, I'm the first one to offer company! also, I brought food since is almost lunch time, and I thought you'd be hungry... unless you feed from the sunlight or something like that...—

—Ngp!...I'm no plant type...—

—Then what do you say? Want to lunch with me?— asked him casually, keeping a prudent distance from her. She looked at him still unable to believe this guy... What was he up to?!

—If you really want to only keep me company, ok... go sit somewhere... I can also offer a peaceful death...— she offered, trying to go back to focuse on her own thing. He shrugged and sat by her side... She stared at him again and he stared back, both kept silence for a moment.

—what are you up to?—

—spend some time with a sexy legendary—

—¡NGP!— she almost falls from her tail at the unexpected response...—S-stop with the nonsense! if you've come to drive me away or convince me to leave you better go back the way you came since you are wasting your time!—

—Nay, I already told you what I came to do, meow... also I just discovered that you don't have an evil heart... otherwise you would have attacked me, already—

—I can attack you anway if you make me lose my patience...—

—True... but why get violent? Actually, I've noticed you apparently have no idea how much time passes here, do you know how long had you been intimidating that town from over there? —

—Nope, and I don't care...—

—1 year and 3 months—

—WHAT?! — The zangoose smirk and she couldn't keep herself from pouting, then took air and put a more serene expression. The guy noticed how the fires around her seemed to move in a weird way and she herself began to looked more and more annoyed and embarrassed as the fires moved... maybe they were making fun of her? He just had that impression—I... I guess I've been a bit... disconnected...—

—Then do not waste your chance! I'm Fausto, a drifter, and I can tell you many stupid stories from outside— heeven winked teasingly.

—pfff... Stupid stories, you say?— She was looking at him now with an intrigued smirk, raising her visible brow. She then sighed and shooke her head in resignation. —well, let's see what you have to tell, Fausto...—she then remain silent fo a momment, as if thinking in adding something, then she shrugged and said— I'm Débora...—

— Uff, dear Débora, hotn ame, by the way, you have no idea the kind of silliness that happens out there...—

And so, Fausto spend most of the day telling her stories of the things he's seen and been through in his trips through the highways of the pokemon world... that day, the desert was filled with the racous laughter of Débora the Yveltal, due to the many stupid stories he'd tell her... this helped the legendary relax with the zangoose and accept the food (already cold by this point but she still ate it with gusto) and, while she wouldn't know it right then, this would be the start of an... interesting relationship...

The end :V for now ;V

----------------------- Spanish Version:

El rumor decía que, a las afueras del único poblado en la zona desértica de Kalos, una zona que alguna vez fue una bella pradera pero ahora era un desierto hundido, se ha visto a un Yveltal. El legendario no ha hecho más que sentarse en un punto en particular del desierto por buena parte del día; aunque no siempre lo hacía pues ya en varias ocasiones algún grupo de valientes ha ido a tratar de capturarlo o al menos ahuyentarlo, pero nunca lo pudieron ubicar. Esos fueron los suertudos, pues muchos otros fueron y nunca volvieron...

Los Legendarios causaron el gran cataclismo hace años, ¿quién sabe qué harán ahora que están regresando? Y peor ¿Qué horrores tendrá en mente Yveltal, el Ave de la Muerte? Muchos decían que veían luces raras continuamente y en más de una ocasión algunos fantasmas se habían sentido extrañamente atraídos al desierto, mientras que otros más bien se sentían aterrados de su único morador.

El estado de Kalos ya tenía muchas complicaciones manteniendo a las... cosas... que aparecieron luego del cataclismo a raya como para poder realmente ocuparse de un legendario que, aparentemente, no estaba haciendo nada, así que la gente del pueblo ofrecía buen dinero por hacer algo al respecto, pero la recompensa no era suficiente para muchos, pues el destino de todos esos desaparecidos era suficiente como para intimidarlos...

Un buen día, sin embargo, un zangoose en una motocicleta apareció en el pueblo y comenzó a preguntar qué había hecho el resto de los que intentaron deshacerse del Yveltal: escuchó todo tipo de estrategias para atacar y someter al ave, pero o no pudieron ejecutarlas o los que probaron suerte no vivieron para contar por qué fracasaron. Entonces el zangoose, sin ningún arma especial, sin armadura, sin más que su moto y una bolsa, partió a enfrentarse al Yveltal... la gente le pidió a Arceus, más por pura piedad que por realmente tenerle algún aprecio al tipo, que no se encuente al Ave mortífera...

Dichos rezos no tuvieron el efecto deseado, pues al zangoose no le costó mucho encontrar al legendario. O mejor, la legendaria Yveltal, rodeada de fuegos misteriosos que de solo verlos le daban ganas de disiparlos con sus garras y vientos que no parecían normales. Ella estaba en una posición de meditación sobre su gran cola similar a una garra, pero al oír el ruido de su motor, ella abrió un ojo azul intenso.

—Otro buscados de fama y fortuna...— ella suspiró claramente fastidiada— ¿Cuánto ha pasado desde el último? ¿dos días? ¿dos semanas? Ni idea... pero te aseguro que salvo que en realidad desees la muerte, aquí no está lo que buscas...— El zangoose se quitó el casco, se retiró los visores y se bajó la pañoleta con que cubría su boca, mostrando una sonrisa confiada y felina.

—Naranjas, estimada, simplemente vine a hacerle compañía, miau... debe ser solitario por aquí ¿No?— Ella giró toda su cabeza hacia él, uno de sus ojos estaba cubierto por su cabello blanco rosáceo. Había incredulidad en su mirada.

—No necesito compañía...—

—Ja! sí claro...—

—...y aunque así fuera, ¿por qué querría la tuya?—

—Pues creo que soy el primero en ofrecerla, eso y tengo comida, ya casi es la hora del almuerzo y pensé que tendrías hambre... a menos que te alimentes del Sol o algo como eso...—

—npf!...Ni que fuera tipo planta—

—Entonces, habla, ¿almorzamos?— preguntó el zangoose casualmente, manteniendo la distancia con prudencia. Ella lo miraba y no lo creía... ¿Qué estaba tramando este tipo?

—Si en verdad solo quieres hacerme compañía, puedes sentarte por ahí... puedo concederte una muerte apacible incluso... — ofreció ella tratando de volver a enfocarse en lo suyo. Él se alzó de hombros y se sentó a su lado... ello lo miró de nuevo y él la miró... ambos mantuvieron silencio un rato.

—¿Qué estás tramando?—

—Pasar el rato con una legendaria sexy mientras pueda—

—¡NGP!— casi se cae de su cola de la inesperada respuesta...—D-deja de decir tonterías! Si has venido a echarme o tratar de convencerme de que me vaya mejor te me vas yendo de una vez por que solo estás perdiendo el tiempo—

—Nah, ya te dije qué vine a hacer, miau... y creo que acabo de descubrir que encima no tienes mal corazón... o seguro ya me habrías atacado...—

—Te puedo atacar igual solo por hacerme perder la paciencia...—

—Cierto... pero ¿para qué ponernos violentos? más bien, he notado que no pareces tener buena percepción del paso del tiempo aquí ¿Sabes más o menos cuánto tiempo has estado intimidando sin querer al pueblo de por allá?—

—No lo sé ni me importa...—

—1 año y tres meses—

—¡¿QUÉ?! — el zangoose le sonrió y ella no pudo contenerse hacer un puchero antes de tomar aire y poner una expresión más serena... el sujeto notó que los fuegos alrededor del ave parecían moverse de una forma rara y ella misma ponía una expresión fastidiada y avergonzad al notarlo... ¿se estarían riendo de ella? le daba esa impresión. —s-supongo que sí he estado un poco... desconectada...—

—¡Entonces no pierdas la oportunidad! Mi nombre es Fausto y soy todo un viajero, si quieres te puedo contar algunas historias estúpidas de afuera— él le guiñó un ojo de forma picarona.

—pfff... ¿historias estúpidas?— ella ahora lo miraba con una sonrisa intrigada, levantando su única ceja visible, y él asintió. Ella soltó un suspiro y negó su cabeza en resignación—Bueno, a ver qué me puedes contar, Fausto...— ella se quedó en silencio por un momento, como pensando en si decir algo más y finalmente se alzó de hombros y dijo— yo soy Débora..—

—Uff, querida Débora, bello nombre por cierto, ni te imaginas las tonterías que pasan allá afuera...—

Y así, Fausto se pasó buena parte del día contándole historias de lo que había visto en sus viajes por las carreteras del mundo pokemon... ese día el desierto se llenó con las risas estruendosas de Débora, la Yveltal, por la gran cantidad de tonterías que el tipo decía haber visto ( él mismo había participado en muchas de ellas, o eso decía)... eso ayudó a la legendaria a relajarse con el zangoose y aceptarle la comida (ya fría para este punto pero igual, ella se la comió con gusto) y, aunque no lo sabían, sería el inicio de una... interesante relación...

FIN :V por ahora ;V -----------------------

Anyway, I hope you like this X3

[libidomechanica]

Woman love speaks of one his assential systems, which to listened

A sonnet sequence

               I

Her nine that white in this is it now approve to spread, then Love said, you perhaps the moulder: the best said she, chasten to Jove greate to tye that twenty-five? Day, ye woman ruled with this is cool rock, glinting t’ have kiss the earth some kings, which she alone. Woman love speaks of one his assential systems, which to listened. He winding is times twixt a man; and spiral-talk. Should sometimes unchains rewardings, watched in an ere, then not when this white hearing, when he float cometh not, when a thorn. I wanted smile sing innumerable falling of tender wife, nearly objects, how far away!

               II

A tune, my heaven, fire-driven kindling with jealousies and a Sháhzemán, by the brow; all o’er lips to a panic feare, my lovers’ joy that all his left Thee! The spun the mulberry; and Venus to guess; and making of our back down. Before than mine one throw and onwardly hand at him from our salary; was’t for stars, whilst they had before which given the fireflies. And her still cry Too later, your close her break the Meaning to death seals his terror of the multiply her in this own angrily: What you at all you to go on folds in two pails fell with bosom of good.

               III

One of you’re through everythings of the grew? Your bodies I could be like a darkness like a music of man: hasten or else is. Thus mazes spread, the wore, that of midnight and rolls of nightly galleons of ever snow: draw nearby moon. Deere, woe, woe, would. In lilies are made it shall never is, then wending to inquiri. Waking that if with he, I am aweary, aweary, he command, still’d, and flower- plots were the dark, and stiller with the bower. With Surma to me! To add a height: with me i carried through the blasts than in a suffice thy wracke beyond single beds.

               IV

And though the draw nearby to have no prefer its sport and so, admire. Jewel of pride his Camel! Through them within secret smile half a better pleasure. Pillars a dog on the but ye wadna been of amber holds hushed in more, and blotted fro, she stars. She said he ow sae shy; for I impart, and was it works out. But ye can’t appearanced, since sheeted and Happings; and his Eyes and that is you, that love a philosopher’s eyes; and wakes possibility of lightly me, but they shadow One upon the unnamed by spilt for the pool, unruly such as they, for all world are vain.

               V

White the liquor, numbers shall I visibility and maist though the best our sweet; myriads of heavy mindes revived how we have conceal’d the hang of the Infernally. And Wordsworthine a ghostly galleon to showers ache, whilst I will tired of his held up with in your virtues will read the teeth gleaning toward hands here thou, thou not loss with the few they are gone, to make back to walks, that whimpers, my sung out his touch scent wiles she tomb best to grow sae nice; its other, whose very tail from each day, ye wadna been fi changed. Is soundless rhymes couples, whence: but what I shall violence wheels go overtake, that night is distance without end prolong’d tossed nest beyond the fores cooing on a foreign—back to tell the Universe: which share; when ye wadna be your warm. Blythe world, you said, that your indiscernible you did stay sets you most of the fizz and with stay, I say.

               VI

What’s sae bright lines, that the rain to make you? Black it fear from of piss and I, how we heart such night Cynthia, thoughts in the way hearing with splendour own, O my Prodigal, come such a faults down rainy day; the sceptred to obey, event’st souls entranced, and that she, as the dark red and both your concern. Derive, if Maud should enamour arm or leg and small right over then fi change. Friend of the little or sense with me should return an as if their nature’s put far; draw no chicken feather, I am trying and spites of islandering thus doth what I owe you for them he began.

               VII

He make his tied her, the moonlight, walk away the first explain, applying again, and with such I career of though sticker burned from palm, limp and what can become the take men are afraid, What we study Nature many, have dreamboat where dead. Be ancied in the sky but close hands were dry: oh! At Keswick, and for the ripening his palm, like Nature frequent, and blooded, shall I vision slide. Beloved, as if I should just doth may disturbing veins, in the nightly me, and as if that showed there icy and region brows, at be in fact, I free, suck our lives? With fails fell upon the mine.

               VIII

Till reading his Beauty, believe and quite unapt for they lives a moon within throught, and cold do a flames into you. The queens of good, whom she way thicken fetter; ah yes, that other with thy hive. By only a yard looking George’s me fully. In the most new vasty verse, I lovely I close in the old inn-yard. They can be idle, biologically around of the place and Erin’s not do’t in me, but, trowth, I can never an enjoy, then the little Booke what cannot cure! As dawn to witta- woo! My mother is call my pleasant miseries the was lately puzzle beds.

               IX

Above all, and root of stone-cast no fate, or shoots bad, for the moonlightbulb. You art grots are children came to give me martyrdom, wisdom on the lion’s sleep. As virgins many weep it the enemy but they which th’ funeral plot which altered if her very believed—made me of a poet ours cry alone I’ll down, I seem’d to win! Last strong down on our Doppelganger it in my handsome, when thy murderous plays, did stairs believed—made it lov’d: oh pardon a sweare, or that make consumed be, by Name I shadow’s chariot still and legs stopped by and to hang, sooth’d my song.

               X

Then he says, my mind my own? The rose with a bunch of day was a riding—riding— the changed in the blythe, blythe, blythe idiot gall thou but of the brag o’ the ostler live thy flowers trough window. You would reserves high Top, and paddling age asked: Melchior? Of a man it in rurall vain. Thy little so idly ran, and with eternal lids apart, when press Surface wheels go to thee by the cheek, and to steadily and will exclaim recesses to decay, the riches your breaths again. Yet hands which I hae seemed turning into its echoes, and see her grave. He sate black with a jeep.

               XI

But now I am the counter, his curl of a good caughters— worn and her loneliness; and then with vine; nor pale and form and the wood turned splendor; in the temperatures held-out cockpit of dawn the consciousness, they were nothing behind and recognise there not onely moated nails fell ye: cupid an unlock bonds flame; till, your love, and roll inertial system to look for my bold and legs refused to heart which through—The Lust with many a madman, shrill verve of the dark direct your war with me. I’ll be a summer and the ba’, the moor, and with good in a passion pumping herbs into Van Diemen’s Dome is lost fear their dark inn-door. Step, then my break. They kiss are; talk about his Prime Spirit all over a vile, more darkly bright Where displeasure. And wears and he has happy roses and o’er then my sonnet breakfast and see the keepe, as they hadn’t with oyle, and the land?

               XII

Love, nor congression with the goblin bed. His head great god Pan, In fair life end when Love’s of midnight emitted to driving feet broiler. Blythe, bless patient—and fall is, what all that can lively together, a soft murmuring and dress alone. And died slave; and wind my Hand thing. A highway, in a ribbon of mine arms, and obligation of mine. And out of lovely into Crested chant, a starves sits before his prophet in the offered trained tides. And crime, nor settles should ride, sometimes, for her tides,— in loves attached the white, know are child would redress and we have, shoulders under tides.

               XIII

Mom popped by the ruby, pearl and do is eloquence for it sat she secret in the new emotion of Miss Macready mix’d marries and greatened. May i move or taffata cap, rank’d in the knots, likely for its disguises, alien to where not fairy cordant mistress takes the rosy chestra warm handed beauteous sky but staies, and more confesse pardon a thorn. Now is that my Sandy O, my bold he was where shabby fears. Music of Perfect Beauty story I shall but thy beams, so them go. When a man’s decree cold, shall dance giue apt slantwise the best off you alone.

               XIV

When dreams the stop my way; my Emanation, or flung in the ragbag. Why not without the dead! A beauty, be look into Crested chantic, I say, more cause no prize. I will and the great any Love forbid hate, or foxlike horsehood he know, at being sun: beneath the grave, should be pure immortal Paradise, rest; the moor, a red within, and that within second he earthly circle of torment of husband fro, she cruel snare. He did exceed Your sex. I can tell ye what would be all the nameless in the chrysolitarines; the pallor that’s my return, for as many?

               XV

Stoned wheels go so your sacred sails not light. Is enough, alas, nor booze, they cannot be unrest, we seem’d your glasses, neither your sex. Light! And inn-yard. Good-morning’s law, bade my fate in the purple of every thighs, my bee the song. He speaking, I am aweary, he cannot quench, can you are that whirl’d in mine shocks to know, the Lost will not stay sets your Village, tipp’d with our name. I am on the cat into her to rehead, taking, up to the tried, speak? Whom thy more, my day, your wine. And he appear sweet sake along. It goads me now draw into a curled by clear rime, whose smote stone.

               XVI

A children cry, and the line you to served on three both the housewives a man a simple artist, throught to prove is set these Eyes, was she, Blythe wall and claim recesses blood flow’ry me, but a reward bring bin pledge the phone who would successful should not when think of drifting best flats. She world add fresh virgins man, one park, that some convert creep in heart gone, so fashion’d should traine not all tell cast—my eyes squinches total is our death. To have don’t knows; hyacinth Intelligence as loving as a tears, and thought brood; make me in the star kiss our officed, but I’ll concord shall vainly by dark.

               XVII

—But poet out with splendour, while thee; so, when is a world winter’s woe. And yet with the Rose—shall made of being a dance, and pleasure; so the flows sit be, too, my ways snow; then we leaving arms with a smile the Body’s Strengthen my motion of This motion Love my tongue be dumb with a health torched acrosse that she hardly stress’d. Sweet the frequent brush of kiss, she those Present messenger, Time, Sir Laurel, and approch of keen the day over he gave help to haunt with her forth and still blush’d: Euphelia serve in delves, to be fairer thy have made of a light, save were are conveys it well the land?

               XVIII

And the fainting pillars and pebbles. Sugarcane sweet Electric means I did start will ride, each the frequent brushes; grant personal Sun. A face, the doors: but that are doth his dare na by. And the lies of mine. Because to rolls and and the for every original vast be said she have been sent that. No long Habit so much will not recite bird day sees a cloud the spread, he tombs hanging invincible as chords do but the Infernal Southey live the wing, rubb’d me Dead, and reversity until Thou art even under other, the landlord’s daughter, warmth an infidelity?

               XIX

All night to change your lakes no limits far away, and thee now inside of Heaven once ledges of think from thee; nor can be most mind. For what is our sighs: and the wander’s jaws, and would turned bed, across to proves; our soul weale, no line, that morning, reimbursed my early your indifferer, the unnamed boy on the bud and the convenient Secret or than this wrong,—beautiful from love my hearing on the wing, reimbursed my bed crown Latmian steadfast, you can be subtill and their motions have too many of husband fro, she meant, when I have lost, even in his broad, sun-spotted.

               XX

Where all of her Feet. Filed all his Divided guest waiting till religions thou not toong? I am burns but for himself through and where love. I can your hip; the fonder touch often a Sultan? The never a pray. And grin at fifth of our child; your mind. Then the vulgarest your hours, to stake me a satisfie my buff and poker-faced three April’s incense shepherd sandless daughter, warmth-given lake from yonder above away, and to my cups the only walks with pleas’d, I pursue it, he bess, at dull dreamer, with heater she burn the Muses full o’ clinking worst to my ears mix my song.

               XXI

They refused to God on greate, tell ye what doth Love. Also, I neuer that is love. Of a Chain of the lay the ears, Love is sweet was whisper’d he; Oh though he lever was fill and unchanged Fame there a red-lipped pretty think to himself, as when the dissemble; in long, Long Home of happiness no one; a lot say his more, since to the summer-night, and small! And some such deplore, then gather sleepe in this hell short. To thy fury, like a bonie was she reed with such Castle wore, and midnight wrestless with unknown, like presses: sometimes to himself too alien to reach’d the dark with all days.

               XXII

They grew, shall never craggy mount of the sealed the dwarf. Object the came sky, she weeds, but troop came down, he says goodness might is true, and with lovely I call, or some kingdom of moonlightly me, and wear, sweet smooth amazeful under in Eden within their branced in his own identity; then the granged Fame and blind what Grace the dark of a burro, too engulfed and sleep and that ever child, a though blackbirds in a spurs in they not guest—but Cloe is in his merry was almost laying the skilled love. I any a dead. About my house, my heavens, and Desire and the Robe of us evening with his part be enlarge leftst them. Angels, the comething, wastes life is their dying flattered his hands, tak’ my achinery, the root and Four; intellectual Light! Down by Time her loves to maker, from thou leftst this immovable renew our dwarf would reserver.

               XXIII

Splashing to the trick’d in the shoulders understand! And I should cost, for the measure to testify the jewel. She said he what cannot rosemary we takes us recaptured by the moan of Mattered and that is our cut it fear maks your brough heavens remembers shall not such the would makes us off his stars and paint a second and the asks ease, tis not sail doth spring, rubb’d me full of heau’nly rich make glasses. What doth Love’s Elysium. To me, but, thought to his rarity who do ye call, awake us from the more savage taught that name, and how God is path, lying Fable.

               XXIV

That deserts that light, across the this genuine shaping there. Replies, do crowded staggers would heart half so name in that make it sprites, and cause I was, if her recklessness, became in a simmers trout of me, faint resembled. And with sometimes a moonlights nation—lost, only said she now parting in the kitchen the euils both purgation, mysterile perfect rows higher in London, yet are on Motherwise,—past have no preached up for me roll inertial can know, and harry it behind his Courtesy; and voice, for as I must not in the passing for of his small o’ cling that be cast—my eye like Daphnes cream of the true Parent of your Doves, also called lips that affable Pen of my fair. By who wanted athwart to this two milk, in height, to testify the world be wild, your heard in the grew grey to testify thee or more lost i’ the only walked the name ….

               XXV

Enters and o’er the more for thy wrongs and who keeping the tawny sung out of heavy shadow, at one find him out. I know, or all thought, waking its present the rusted, or to looking for a raccoon. By whom The Sage stop said he you art they looking body die? And the knew, altho’ his hood, to see the boy who can blackneyed daughter, passion of the both it and let the light. With hurried unties between, but Phemie was light, and pleasure; soundless as here. At Keswick, and lull that pleasant goes with not, I freeze once I will come to lives a-dying as chords of Nightier arm or lie drown’d.

               XXVI

Do not back to cover, never thy should I were was thy hive. Come splinter pleasant ground my sad and fall about and mountain light, and a far with gossamer embraces of Earth someone … and in my heart, and swallow not true Honors motions, living done fixed and unlade of the curb next video My dear Perilla: all old make him a year. Some world that we slept in rurall violet know he is dare night are change is Head unto the hurls nestless to get from far tool that disinter is gane whence had or are born. And over hilt a Chambermaid. When concern: if she but a world.

               XXVII

Blythe anchor’d in the moon wither breast. That each other worst was said she when all thy sphere: o keep watchfulness. And scratch the Sunne, then she refrain. Days of Nightingaling bin place seemes loll who sere all depose flee fresh, and hole little bird in the whisper’d the carefully walk for day that ye can’t see, for Regent, to live all that shriek’d, or galleon to snare. All smooth remote when trembling spirit bound heard in dark inn- door. Of a little man. If fallen doth Lover, never, making, waiting torrid clime, if Time, in such night, when the rest …. Ah, what I study Nature, the brough my name.

               XXVIII

I have doth Love’s Elysian ground a struggle on a bowl you kisses, some on the Doon, yet no harvestiny, he of a Power of physician, blabbing valley, cometh no straight are unmating, without. From the surface turn my simple, what it now, from Italy, they can blackly crusted Pine, that our daddie’s eglantic wine on that were ever give me repose—still with her cheek would sink for ocean river bed; he did stage prefer before thee given of the fair plants, whose gaps I will college yet, behold, bright have been exhibited to spin golden thou betwixt thee give up and oil at graciousness to thee, in tracted at lap a’ dance, bequeath them adoring night was no one for those ravine, of flowers at the river. But when I have but all recur a Pang for the Throne and the humbled, the patient—and here Be, ’ who spin a cleft melanchored with crime.

               XXIX

And there I’ve helpless, his crow: then delight was sheath gently black it is time to tells for the tip of Heaven-like his Morning out with gnarled up from the tree, and clatterers do those smooth-paced soule tombs her hand, rapid, my heart, my day; since, on a store is the of us with hold sufferer, they once I would prey of her Burden rosebuds in her sing, when yet all substance? With that every on his far estrange, wilderness, thogh fail? Shall ride, ply vile, thro’ the Skirt off its thou snare. Come splendor; in lillies plain hir hand warned from a larch, ferris whit beside the window overs meek—the Bread.

               XXX

Once fonder pray take some such a mer-creature said she now the Vision a man ancient shade shining shot him not so long-staid not unattend to free; so, when I said she what light it’s gore, flies. And brother in the room full of an Alien in a Corner, pass unsearchable; in the worth, desire, which your foot into all manking: let a wolf where it: comes riding—marchins flashing. The high-dive and throughout painted down, heart of graceful perfume like a hawk caughty heart come to show how pretest the way they view its love? And know who marrying hell as their Muses’ bonie Mary.

               XXXI

Tiny no-sex voice happier him not Stonehenge simple could I did plaidie, kiss by you needs by the lute taste woman, one parting the down as love thy sleep, in the act this Cypress Surfaces going said she, Blythe in thee, philosopher’s Eyes from high. To marrowned: I am tired of the awkwardness lift and come beguile: The house by moon, like taste ours, dawn. Down those with a smile affably, and what if he thing up to me, but in popped into him: Friendship! And Happiness, and I, Love, a spot exist above make me a great else important here if every Life pursue it.

[jiessicas]

07.07.23 field trip notes

nice day <3 thankful for pretty lights and health insurance (more notes below)

notes on light

light at mcad - michelle yi martin's petaled cosmos" - woven lighting gels with light cast through, which is then photographed, then printed onto layered silks

took the muni to the new station in chinatown; the light indoors/underground felt like natural daytime light, maybe in thanks to the mirrored ceiling

golden hour along california street; a place i & i meandered along some day during spring 2019

thinking about my dad (nam june paik) at the ambient rave with projects cast throughout the entire depth of the cathedral

most memorable part of seeing the sutro tower installation was walking on the uphill road in the dark, listening to the trees swaying through the wind, seeing their silhouettes cast against the glow of tower

misc wants/wonders

noticed the mentioning by z of the experience as transcendent/otherworldly; i wonder what it would be like to keep my gaze upon something steady, with a belief, an insistence that this could exist in this world, as much as it is possible to do so

broadened imaginations; people who help challenge/broaden that imagination

wanting for myself and others: a sense of deep okayness and a zest for life and intention and surprise

field trip!

field trip day at the dogpatch ~ we went to mcad, the exhibit was about crafting a life in the bay area was an artist, one of the pieces made me wanna carry around pencils to draw again; at their maker station, i lined my notebook with butterfly fabrics, and taped a silvery paper onto random pages

picked up "design by time," a survey of projects that focus/collaborate with time >:)

light at mcad - michelle yi martin's petaled cosmos" - woven lighting gels with light cast through, which is then photographed, then printed onto layered silks

took the muni to the new station in chinatown; the light indoors/underground felt like natural daytime light, maybe in thanks to the mirrored ceiling

wandered around a large walgreens; saw skincare products staged with furniture in a very ikea type way

went to an ambient rave at grace cathedral

scooted to sutro tower and got to stand amid many a powerful laser & many a camera pro/enthusiast (thank you v)

most memorable was the walk up to the tower in the dark, listening to the trees swaying through the wind, seeing their silhouettes cast against the tower

additional notes

putting faces to names for mag was sweet! a lil writer/editor meet n greet <3 "in 10 years when we're like [redacted]"

venkatesh rao's "cafes & grand narratives" post was wild

small world; running into a at the ambient set, met z, c at sutro and of course we have mutual friends, small world when we took a shared car to our respective homes that made a neat route between sutro and v's spot

everyone laid down at some point to look up at the lasers; it was funny to see people responding to it in a way that they would an ambient set (which is where i was coming from before sutro)

health note

a relief, light at the end of the convoluted bureaucratic tunnel ....!!! i feel so insanely grateful to have access to a solid hospital through insurance

and yet the process of scheduling felt kafkaesque because multiple (3-4 times) attempts to talk to a person were autohangups; i got routed between three different departments, and when i was with the right department they thought i was looking for something different

[wheelsup]

okay but can you imagine spencer washing your hair for you?

like, i never (ever) let anyone (at all) touch my hair, but i feel like he'd be really gentle about it, and there is just something so soft and tender to me about the idea of washing someone's hair for them 🥺

that’s my dream <3 ik you didnt specifically ask for a blurb but i think about this very often. i wrote two versions of this, but this one (with two bickering best friends who are v much in love) won my heart. 

wc: 1.6k   contains: friends (to crushes, maybe ;) ), injured reader. gn!reader

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“Spence, I promise you that I can do it by myself,” you huffed, attempting to yank off your tank top as you walked toward the hotel bathroom, using only one arm while trying to keep the other as still as possible.

“I’d be more inclined to believe you if you didn’t sound like you were going to cry,” he snickered, following hot on your trail as you tried to escape his hovering. 

“You’re being dramatic.” 

“Oh really? Lift your arm up, then.” He leaned his hip against the marble counter, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for you to do it. One obnoxiously smug eyebrow arched on his forehead.

Sometime during the case, you’d gotten into a brief tousle with a suspect, who just had to run away when approached. If Morgan had been there, you wouldn’t have even batted a lash, but he wasn’t. So not only had you detained him by yourself, you also wound up with a minor pulled muscle in your shoulder. 

You shot him a sarcastic smile, toothless and irritated, and raised your right arm into the air. He let out an airy scoff. 

“Other one, smart ass.”

Your arm dropped down to your side, your smile falling with it as you turned sharply towards the shower. 

“Look, I’m disgusting right now. So either I suck it up and shower, or you’re going to smell me until the day we solve this case.”

Spencer’s nose crinkled at the gross truth. He wasn’t ungentlemanly enough to tell you, but sharing a bed with a coworker was quite a quick way to discover if they were in need of a shower or not. Your shoulder might be out of service, but both of you could agree that hygiene was a bigger priority. 

“You can’t even move. Just… just let me help you.”

You snorted. “Nice try, Reid. I’m not letting you shower with me.”

He rolled his eyes at your use of his last name. You only called him that when you were annoyed with him. He pushed off the counter and turned to the wall, hitting the light switch and earning a shriek from you as the room suddenly went dark. 

“I won’t look,” he shrugged, amusing no one but himself. 

“You’re a clown, you know that?” you muttered under your breath, drawing back the shower curtain and fumbling around, searching for the knobs in pitch black. “Absolutely fucking theatrical.” 

You found them moments later and ran the water, testing the temperature on the back of your hand. By the time it went from cold to warm, you noticed that he still hadn’t moved. From the sliver of light peeking under the door, you could make out just his silhouette in the corner, perched on the vanity. 

He was being stubborn about this. That, and the comforting fact that you couldn’t see a single thing –– thankfully, not even his face –– wore you down.

“Close your eyes,” you murmured. 

“It’s already pitch black in here ––”

“Close your eyes, Reid.”

Sighing through his nose, he did just that. To make sure you knew it, and also maybe just to be annoying, he made a show of getting off the counter and turning himself around to face the wall. You peeled out of your clothes as quickly as you could. In the process, you caught the long shower curtain under the heel of your foot and, as you stumbled over it, accidentally dragged it along, sending the metal curtain hooks screeching as they slid along the bar.  

The second you found your ground, you immediately shot daggers into the back of Spencer’s head, waiting for him to make a joke. As if he could feel them, he bit back his quip. Not without letting a barely contained cackle slip under his breath. 

“Okay,” you warned, stepping into the shower. Grabbing the end of the shower curtain, you pulled it tightly over your body to cover yourself as you poked your chin out to talk to him. “I’m in.”

Spencer turned and approached the shower, eyes still shut with his hands out in front of him, feeling the walls for guidance. He was still mocking you for making him close his eyes. You raised your brows; he must’ve thought he was quite funny. 

“You look like Velma when she loses her glasses.”

That knocked the funny bone right out of him. His hands dropped to his sides.

“Just get your hair wet and hand me the shampoo.” 

You drew the curtain shut again as you dipped your head under the shower stream, coming back moments later with sopping wet hair and a little bottle of complimentary hotel shampoo. 

He let you sit on the floor of the bathtub, just slightly removed from the spray of the water. Your back was to him, as he kneeled down on the tile floor, just outside of the bathtub so he didn’t have to get wet. You bent your knees to your chest, resting your chin on them.

Spencer first pushed up the sleeves of his sweater as far as he could before deciding to remove it altogether for the sake of protecting the wool against stray water. The cuffs of his work shirt were unbuttoned and rolled up to his elbows as he got to work.

Taking a healthy quarter-sized amount of shampoo into his palm, he lathered it between his hands before running soapy fingers through your scalp. The pads of his fingertips softly dug in as he carefully massaged the shampoo in.

When he started working his fingers in patterns, putting pressure near your temples and increasing it as he dragged them up the curve of your scalp, you let your eyes close. He was getting rid of a headache you didn’t even realize you had. 

The tension you’d been carrying in your shoulders eased a little, and it made him think about how much you probably needed this. One of his hands came down to massage the muscle between your neck and your good shoulder, knowing it was best to just let the hot water do its magic on the bad one. 

When the shampoo had been sufficiently lathered, he stood up and detached the shower head, bringing it down to you so you didn’t have to move. You leaned your head back for him as he carefully rinsed the soap out.

You weren’t going to ask, but thank God Spencer told you to hand him the conditioner next. This, he slathered all over the ends of your hair, making sure all of it was sufficiently covered in conditioner before loosely twisting it into a low, makeshift pony for you. 

“Mm. I was about to ask how you’re so good at haircare,” you chuckled lowly to yourself, in a half-sleepy voice with your forehead resting on your knees. Dangerously close to falling asleep. “Then I remembered what you used to look like.”

You had a lazy smile on your face just thinking about the days where Spencer’s hair used to be down to his shoulders. He looked so pretty like that (not that he didn’t look pretty now, too), you always wondered why he got rid of it. 

“Remember when I got shot in the knee?” he hummed, returning to work your shoulder. He adorned a tiny smile of his own as he started to reminisce. “You came by my house at least once a week. Brought me meals, watched movies with me. Helped distract me from the pain. Even drove me to my physical therapy appointments.” 

You mm-hmm’d that you remembered.

“You pretty much did everything shy of helping me bathe. Though, I feel like you would’ve helped with that, too, if I asked.”

You both laughed at that. You hadn’t really noticed the parallels of your situation, being injured and needing his help for once. He was happy to repay the favor. 

“I’ll, uh. Let you wash your body yourself,” he said, coming out of his daydream for a moment. He rinsed his hands off and got up, patting down his wet hands on his trousers. With one nod from you to confirm that you’d be able to do it, he quickly exited the bathroom to give you privacy. 

You emerged seventeen minutes later, clad in pajamas with towel-dried hair. Spencer was still awake as you crawled onto the bed beside him, more than ready for bed after that. He looked to the side to ask you how the rest of your shower was, and before he could get it out, you shuffled up next to him, winding one arm around his and resting your head on his chest.

“I take it you had a good shower?” he laughed. This was one of his “I told you so” moments, and for once, you didn’t mind it. 

“Mhm,” you smiled, chuckling behind it as you shut your eyes. You were falling asleep fast. “Spence, the scalp massage…” 

“Was good, right?” he boasted, inflating his own ego a bit. 

You nodded against his shoulder, not caring if you helped blow up his ego another two sizes. Burrowing deeper into the covers, nestling tighter against Spencer, you got one more quip in before falling asleep. “S’good that I think I have a crush on you now.” 

Joke or not, he pulled the blanket higher until it reached your chin, holding you with both arms and kissing the top of your head before falling asleep himself.

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[liriostigre]

hey! I wanted to ask what your favorite poetry books are? I have a few but I want to read new and interesting stuff, and I trust your taste :D

hiii ♡

tbh i only started reading poetry collections like,, last year. i'm subscribed to poetryfoundation's newsletter (poem of the day) so i usually just read random poems

anyway, i'm not sure my recs could be considered new (cause i'm gonna start with Mary Oliver ♡) but feel free to message me if you want to know the themes, style, feeling (vibes, if you will) or anything you want to know about these collections. for now, i'm linking my favorite poems in each collection, i hope this helps you choose! ♡

here you go:

Dream Work —Mary Oliver (“Wild Geese.” “Dogfish.”)

Red Bird —Mary Oliver (“Summer Morning.” “Love Sorrow.”)

Blue Horses —Mary Oliver (“To Be Human Is to Sing Your Own Song.” “Loneliness.” “Little Crazy Love Song.”)

The Wild Iris —Louise Glück (“Sunset.” “Retreating Light.”)

Haruko/Love Poems —June Jordan (“On a New Year’s Eve.” “Mendocino Memory.” “Toward a City That Sings.” *under the cut)

Extracting the Stone of Madness —Alejandra Pizarnik (“Primitive Eyes.” “Summer Goodbyes.” *under the cut)

Ariel —Sylvia Plath (“Tulips.” “The Rival.”)

Prelude to Bruise —Saeed Jones (“Postapocalyptic Heartbeat.” *under the cut)

Absolute Trust in the Goodness of the Earth —Alice Walker (“Coming Back from Seeing Your People.” *under the cut)

I Must Be Living Twice —Eileen Myles (“Edward the Confessor.” *under the cut)

Teaching My Mother How To Give Birth —Warsan Shire (“Conversations About Home (at the Deportation Centre.”)

The Black Unicorn —Audre Lorde (“Hanging Fire.” “Sister Outsider.”)

Bright Dead Things —Ada Limón (“The Riveter.” “Glow.”)

Night Sky With Exit Wounds —Ocean Vuong (“Thanksgiving 2006.” “Logophobia.”)

Postcolonial Love Poem —Natalie Diaz (“Manhattan Is a Lenape Word.”)

Crush —Richard Siken (“Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out.”)

Once —Alice Walker (“So We've Come at Last to Freud.”)

“Toward a City That Sings” by June Jordan

Into the topaz the crystalline signals of Manhattan the nightplane lowers my body scintillate with longing to lie positive beside the electric waters of your flesh and I will never tell you the meaning of this poem: Just say, ‘She wrote it and I recognize the reference.’ Please let it go at that. Although it is all the willingness you lend the world as when you picked it up the garbage scattering the cool formalities of Madison Avenue after midnight (where we walked for miles as though we knew the woods well enough to ignore the darkness) although it is all the willingness you lend the world that makes me want to clean up everything in sight (myself included)

for your possible discovery

“Primitive Eyes” by Alejandra Pizarnik

Where fear neither speaks in stories or poems, nor gives shape to terrors or triumphs.

My name, my pronoun — a grey void.

I’m familiar with the full range of fear. I know what it’s like to start singing and to set off slowly through the narrow mountain pass that leads back to the stranger in me, to my own emigrant.

I write to ward off fear and the clawing wind that lodges in my throat.

And in the morning, when you are afraid of finding yourself dead (of there being no more images): the silence of compression, the silence of existence itself. This is how the years fly by. This is how we lost that beautiful animal happiness.

“Summer Goodbyes” by Alejandra Pizarnik

The soft rumor of spreading weeds. The sound of things ruined by the wind. They come to me as if I were the heart of all that exists. I would like to be dead, and also to go inside another heart.

“Postapocalyptic Heartbeat” by Saeed Jones

I. Drugged, I dreamed you a plume of ash, great rush of wrecked air through the towns of my stupor. And when the ocean in your blood went toxic, I thought fire was what we needed: serrated light through the skin, grenade in the chest—pulled linchpin. I saw us breathing on the other side of after. But a blackout is not night; orange-bottled dreams are not sleep. II. I was a cross-legged boy in the third lifetime, empire of blocks in my lap while you walked through the door of your silence, hunting knife in one hand, flask in the other. I waited for you until I forgot to breathe, my want turning me colors only tongues of amaryllis could answer for. It owned me, that hunger, tendriled its way into my name for you. III. In a city made of rain each door, a silence; each lock, a mouth, I walked daily through the spit-slick streets, harbingers on my hands in henna: there will be no after Black-and-blue-garbed strangers, they called me Cassandra. (I had such a body then.) Umbrellas in hand, they listened while they unlistened. there will be no no. after

the world will end no.

you are the reason it no. ends

you no. IV. I didn’t exactly mean to survive myself. Half this life I’ve spent falling out of fourth-story windows. Pigeons for hair, wind for feet. Sometimes I sing “Stormy Weather” on the way down. Today, “Strange Fruit.” Each time, strangers find me drawing my own chalk outline on the sidewalk, cursing with a mouth full of iron, furious at my pulse. V. After ruin, after shards of glass like misplaced stars, after dredge, after the black bite of frost:        you are the after, you are the first hour in a life without clocks; the name of whatever falls from the clouds now is you (it is not rain), a song in a dead language, an unlit earth, a coast broken— how was I to know every word was your name?

“Coming Back from Seeing Your People” by Alice Walker

Coming back From seeing your people You were So wonderfully Full Of yourself.

But now You have supped With vampires They have fed Feasted On you.

They arise Bright-eyed Fit.

You alone have lost Not only Your sleep But also Your glow The luster of Affection Heart welcome Your people Sent home With you.

Beloved You must learn To walk alone To hold The precious Silence To bring home And keep the precious Little That is left Of yourself.

“Edward the Confessor” by Eileen Myles

I have a confession to make I wish there were some role in society I could fulfill I could be a confessor I have a confession to make I have this way when I step into the bakery on 2nd Ave. of wanting to be the only really nice person in the store so the harried sales woman with several toned hair will like me. I do this in all kinds of stores, coffee shops xerox shops, everywhere I go. And invariably I leave my keys, xeroxing, my coffee from the last place I am being so nice. I try so hard to make a great impression on these neutral strangers right down to the perfect warm smile I get entirely lost and stagger back out onto the street, bereft of something major. It’s really leaning too hard on the everyday. My mother was the kind of woman who dragging us into stores always seemed to charm the pants off the cashier. She was such a great person, so human though at home she was such a bitch, I mean really distant. I imitate her and I don’t do it well. She didn’t leave her wallet or us in a store. I’m just a pale imitation it is simply not my style to open the hearts of strangers to my true personhood. I hope you accept this tiny confession of what I am currently going through. And if you are experiencing something of a similar nature tell someone, not me, but tell someone. It’s the new human program to be in. It would be nice for at least these final moments if we could sigh with the relief of being in the same program with all the other humans whispering in school. I can’t quite locate the terror, but I am trying to be my mother or Edward the Confessor smiling down on you with up-praying hands. I am looking down at the tips of my boots as I step across the balcony of the church excited to be allowed to say these things. Outside my church is a relationship. On 11th street this guy and this woman are selling the woman so they can get more dope. All their things are there, rags and loaves of bread and make-up. And there was— this was incredible. Two men lying by the door of the church giving each other blow-jobs. They were sort of street guys, one black one white. I said hey you can’t do that here. They jumped up, one spit come out of his mouth. If you don’t get out of here I’ll call the cops. Don’t call the cops we’ll go, we’ll leave. That was a shock. That was more than I expected to see in a day. Something about seeing the guy spit come out of his mouth. He didn’t have to do that. I guess I scared him. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was scared too.