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overandundertarot · 1 year ago

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How Can You Enhance Your Beauty?

What can you do to acentuate you features and which style/aesthetic suits you best? Lets take a look!

Please pick a card; (1-4, left to right)

Pile One(Ace of Spades)

Cards; The Empress, The world, King of Cups, Ace of Pentacles.

Pile one you have that supple, vivacious feminine beauty. Think of ancient portrayals of feminine goddesses. The way women were portrayed in renaissance paintings. Fuller figured, softer around the edges. You may be a romantic in terms of kibbe body types. You may have a wide set body and thicker bones. You could be tall, and may appear larger than you actually are. That is to say, because of the rouded nature of your appearence people may expect you to be heavier than you are or weaker/lacking muscle. A good example is Marylin monroe who was actually quite petite and was said to diet often despite her voluptuous appearence. You could have big eyes and a vacant look about you, a natural poise and grace. Despite this overt feminity, you could have androginous features. That is to say, you may have a larger nose than others, a wider jaw, slighty bigger feet, some 'traditionally masculine features' bleed into your appearence. But these just add to your beauty in a subtle way. You have a welcoming, receptive energy at first glance, think of a cancer rising. You may have had issues with people underestimating you or looking down on you because of this initial soft and welcoming appearence. People may have even sexualised you in the past, placing strange expectations on you and im also hearing that some of them outright started telling you about their sexual fantasies involving your body? Pile one, you look best when you look abundant. When you look like you are well taken care of and happy with your life, determined. When you are at a place in your life where you feel fulfilled and balanced, there is a natural glow that comes over you and enhances your beauty. Jewelry also enhances your beauty, specifically jewelry that looks expensive and tasteful. You may look really good in business casual style outfits. When you combine feminine and masculine elements in your look, it really complements your features . You look really good when you give your soft features an 'edge' this can be with makeup, fashion, whatever way you want. It's good to let some of your personality shine through, to communicate that you look soft but have a backbone. You may favour more structured, masculine looks but have had poor experiences with styling these because they may not have fit the way you wanted/imagined them on your body. Find a way to work around that, incorporate things like shoulder pads, strategically loose clothing, boots etc. There're some pictures of jennifer lawrence walking dogs that went semi-viral, her outift in those pictures would suit you well. That kind of quiet luxury fashion look.

Pile Two(Ace of Hearts)

Cards; Queen of cups reversed, 3 of swords reversed, King of swords reversed, The Fool.

Pile 2 you have a melancholy sort of beauty. There is something haunting and sad about you. When people look at you, there is a depth that they can feel. Your emotions, your sadness, you wear them on your face. This is not to say that you are sad all the time, its just that it's easy for people to attach those qualities to you. People wonder what you could be thinking about when they look at you, how your life may be going and who your friends are. Sad girl aesthetic, you may like to wear muted colours, grunge/emo fashion. You could have saturnian features; strong bone structure, deep set eyes/an intense gaze. Prominent eyes. I'm seeing that some of you have undereye circles and forehead lines/crinkles. Freckles as well. Whatever you do, it seems picturesque; perfectly imperfect. If someone were to capture you in the moment, the picture would come out with a raw, dark academia feel. You have a certain vibe that transcends what you wear/look like. You can enhance your beauty by trying something new. A lot of you who chose this pile have a comfort zone that is enforced solely through force of habit. Don't be afraid to try things that pique your interest even if it may seem strange to the people around you. Some of you want to completely change your aesthetic but are worried that you will regret it and have to buy a whole new wardrobe/makeup collection etc afterwards. It seems that a lot of looks, aesthetics appeal to you but you're not sure which to focus on. Some of you used to have a more sexy/mature vibe but feel the need to cover up/dress more conservativly recently. You'd do well to slowly incorporate the new style and grow comfortable in it day to day. For others, you're perfectly fine the way you are but are feeling stagnant. Social media trends hold quite the sway on you and you are worried about how people perceive you because you don't have the newest clothes/jewelry/shoes and dress similarly each day. You may also like to thrift your clothes and have some well loved favourites that you wear constantly. It seems there's really no issue, if you feel the want to change, try it to see if the satisfaction is as great as you would have thought. Otherwise, its not really worth the hassle. It seems that you also need to change your perspective/the content you consume. Content that aligns with your interests and natural inclinations will help you feel more secure in your habits and the way you choose to present yourself. Some of you could be thinking about undegoing surgery and making a more permanent and drastic change to your features. You are being advised to think long and hard as to why you wish to do that, and if you will really be satisfied with the results. Beauty standards change, you may find that your 'flaw' will be the next beauty trend or that you never really hated the a way a certain feature looked after all.

Pile Three(Ace of Diamonds)

Cards; The Magician. Nine of wands reversed, Ace of pentacles, Three of pentacles.

Pile 3, you have the ability to present yourself however you desire. You have a very versatile look and many makeup and fashion styles suit you. Some of you are aware of this and take advantage of the fact. But others aren't and like to stay within a single fashion/makeup style. Either way it looks good on you and you are often complimented for your looks. You are quite creative too, and customise your clothes/hair makeup to fit your personality. Something about your hair stands out. It seems that your personality may come as a surprise to people who perceive only your looks as a first impression. You could also be quite spiritual/witchy and use glamours and charms to exert a specific appeal depending on your goal. You can enhance your beauty by going for an understated look. I'm seeing that you haven't really tried simplistic makeup before, or you don't wear it often. Consulting an external influence could also help you enhance your looks. Such as colour analysis, analysing your features(like the kibbe body types), or even asking a friend what they think you should do. I'm seeing that you are generally happy with where you are in terms of looks/beauty and could just be looking to spice things up/suggestions because you are an open minded and optimistic sort of person. A message for you is also to utilise beauty sevices like spas, make up studios, stylists etc. You are good at styling yourself but other factors in your life may be occupying your time/energy and taking care of yourself may start to feel like a burden. Take the opportunity to treat yourself and relax, you deserve it!

Pile Four(Ace of Flowers)

Cards; 7 of swords, Knight of cups,4 of swords reversed, 3 of swords.

Pile 4 you have a duaity about you. I'm seeing that you dress according to how you feel. You have moments where you don't want to talk to anyone and would rather stay at home. During those moments you wear athleisure, comfortable clothes and put little effort into your appearence. But when you feel more confident and extroverted you put on bold and colourful clothes to match your bright and energetic personality at the time. You could be tall/look tall, and have a preference for baggy silhouttes. Something about your lips is prominent. You could have long limbs and be slender, regardless of your weight/fitness. You are someone who's talkative, or very expressive. You have a lot of opinions, even though you may keep them to yourself. You're quite involved in your own inner world and even when you are not talking to anyone, your face is very expressive in reaction to your thoughts. You may be cheeky as well, and like to have something going on that nobody knows about. Your personality is really shining through here, despite it being a beauty reading lol. That's your appeal, you're a whirlwind and people can't help but notice you. Your looks just add to your character. You can enhace your beauty by increasing your activity level. Becoming fit, going to the gym or participating in an active hobby. It'll suit you well to have something that occupies your mind as well as your body. Also, to try a more somber look in regard to fashion and makeup, like a dark feminine siren type of makeup style/clothing. It seems that there is also something that you have been struggling to accept about yourself, this weighs on you and is cauising visible tiredness/strain. For some of you, it is a body part that you are insecure about, for others its a tendency to overthink and neglect yourself in the process. Learning to accept that part of yourself and developing healthy coping mechanisms to distract you in your times of mental strain will have you feeling and looking more confident.

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unknownperson246 · 3 months ago

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Smut with Vince where he starts his own adult magazine and he chooses the reader as his first cover. The first cover becomes a success so Vince invites her to his office to “discuss things” 💋😈

Hii sorry it’s late

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Words: 1,966

warnings: *smut* *p in v* *reader is a model* *come play* *oral sex* *m receiving* *voyeurism* *exhibitionism* *daddy kink* *spanking kink* *cussing* *being gagged* *horny Vince* *horny reader*

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In 1989 Vince started an adult magazine. It was like Playboy but it was the product of a rockstar. It was called Rockstar Mania. He loves women. He loves Playboy and he wanted to start a magazine but with more kinkier and rockstar-inspired outfits. He also wanted it to appeal to rock fans. He also wanted to do something cowboy-related once in a while since he loved the whole style. You were a model trying to kickstart your career in the late 80s. You wanted to be a model so bad. Pamela Anderson and Anna Nicole Smith were your inspirations. You looked a lot like them. You were walking into a store grocery shopping for the week and you saw Vince's face on the magazine. It had him and it said “Anyone interested in being a model for the lead singer of Motley Crue's new adult magazine can send their pictures to this address. Please include your name and phone number.” You picked the magazine up. You bought your groceries and drove home. You got your set of lingerie out and dressed up. You invited your photographer for pictures. He was your photographer and since you were a model and needed to send pictures in for agents you hired him. He snapped a couple of shots of you in a pose. He showed them to you.

“These are perfect. Thank You!” You say to the photographer.

You put the pictures into an envelope of where you wanted to send the pictures. You put the address on and waited patiently for a couple of weeks. Vince was busy looking for the perfect model for his first magazine. He wanted a perfect front cover. There were thousands of envelopes he had left to open. All of them were good but they weren't amazing or perfect. He needed to find the perfect woman for his front cover so people would buy them. He was looking and looking. He opened the envelope you sent to him.

“I want her for the magazine.�� He says out loud to the people helping him with the magazine.

“She's a newbie,” the person said looking at the information you wrote down.

“So?” Vince asked.

“It would be better if she had the experience that way she wouldn't waste time,” He said.

“I don't care, I love her pictures. She is the best one out of all of them. She is going to be on the front of my magazine.” Vince said, putting the pictures down.

He went over to the phone with the slip of papers your information was written on. He looked at the paper punching all the numbers in on the phone. It was ringing. He heard you answering the phone.

“Hi I’m Vince,” He said, trying to talk to you.

“You wrote your name Y/N on the example pictures you sent in. Is your name right?” He asked you.

“Yep, that's me.” You said.

“I love your pictures and I chose you to be the model on the front page. Are you up for it?” He asked you.

“Yeah. Definitely” You are trying to sound casual and not excited.

You finally got your first job. Your first model job. You did it!

“Yeah the photoshoot for it will be on the 20th of this month,” Vince said as he explained everything to you.

“See you then! Also, I will call and tell you the location of the photoshoot soon!” He said.

The next day rolled around it was the 18th of this month. You were excited about it. You were thinking about being the cover of the Rockstars Mania. He called when you thought about him.

“Hi, I was just thinking about you.” You said to Vince.

“You will be on the cover of the magazine and the inside of it too” He explained.

“Also wanted to let you know the address for tomorrow and the time.” He said.

You rushed to go grab a notepad. He told you the address and time you wrote both of them down.

“Thank You, Vince. See you tomorrow.” You said.

Tomorrow arrived and you got ready and went down to the address. It was a nice professional building. You went to the front desk.

“Hi, I'm here to see Vince Neil.” You tell the receptionist.

“Ah yes, he is in room 134 on the 3rd floor. You're here for the photo shoot right?” She asked you.

“Yes.” You said.

“Okay, He said you could come up. Also, the third floor is filled with rooms where different sets are sometimes redo sets so they look different for the photos. You will take pictures in different outfits in all the rooms” She explains.

“Thank You!” You say to the nice receptionist.

You make your way up to Vince's office. You knock on the door and you enter. Vince opens the door. “Hi,” He says.

“Okay we have to get started right away,” Vince said showing you what you would wear and how your makeup was going to be done. It takes everything to be done in 8 hours. It was tiring but it was fun. The makeup artists did your makeup making it natural. The hair stylists put your hair down and make it look slightly wet to give you a fresh look. Vince had already picked out what you would wear. You started immediately after your clothes, hair, and makeup were done. He took you to the next room and said you could do whatever positions you wanted to do. You were in a lot of lewd positions and every hour they kept changing your outfits and hair and makeup for different backgrounds in all the different rooms. After 6 different looks and 70 photos, the photographer gathered of you. He let you choose what photo of you you wanted on the cover of his first magazine. He decided all the ones that would be on the inside You decided with the one where you wore white silky lingerie with white fluff bands at the hands and the bottom of it. The bed you took photos in was round and it was covered with real white silk. You were in a crawling position with your hair flying out and your face looking straight like a professional model. It took about a month for him to put the whole magazine together. He told you he would publish it as soon as it was done being edited and put together. On the day of his publishing, it arrived. The magazine went viral within 4 hours of its release. It was sold out and considered rare after a couple of days. Vince had made around 500 copies hoping they would be sold out so he could make more of the same copies. He decided to make more and more copies of different ones with you in them because he loved the way the pictures turned out in the first one. People kept calling Vince. They said they wanted you to model for them. Vince called you inviting you over to his office again.

“Hi, Vince. What's up?” You asked.

“I wanted to discuss something in my office. I wanted you to model for my other magazines. But it won't be today.” He says.

“Okay. I'll be down there soon” You say.

You went walking to his office. You find him sitting in his chair. You saw more lingerie assuming it was for future photoshoots.

“Hi Y/N” Vince smirks.

“Hi Vince,” You say.

“Is all that lingerie for future photoshoots?” You ask him.

“Well one of them is for right now” Vince declares.

“Right now?” You say.

“Give me a striptease baby,” He says straight to your face.

You blush and then smirk.

“Sure thing Daddy” You whisper to his ear.

“Change of plans, get on your knees and suck my dick,” He says.

“Oh my looks like Daddy wants to do so many things to me,” You say smirking.

“No talking back,” He says as he spanks your ass.

He undoes his belt and lets his pants fall on his own. He pulls you by your hair and pushes you on your knees. You take the tip of cock in your mouth while your tongue swirls around his whole cock. You take the whole thing and start to move up and down. You're careful with your teeth so you don't hurt him in an accident. You start to slide your mouth up and down his cock faster trying to get him to come in your mouth.

“Oh, it looks like somebody’s thirsty for me. Isn't that right?” He asks you to hold your head while the sounds of small grunts and moans escape his mouth.

You nod your head trying to focus on his cock. As soon as he is about to come the receptionists walk in trying to talk about plans for the magazine. You hear her footsteps but you can't turn your head to see who it is. You can't let go of his cock. She gasps as she watches you suck his cock. She is enjoying the sight. It makes the receptionist wet but she leaves trying to pretend nothing happened. She didn't want to get horny at her place of work.

“Shit, I forgot to lock my door.” He moans as he finally comes into your mouth. His warm seed travels down your throat as you take it all in.

“Vince I want you to fuck me” You whine.

He turns you around over at his desk. You lean on the edge and the legs of his desk as he takes your skirt off. He puts your skirt and your panties on his chair. He makes sure to lock the door. Before he does anything. You wait patiently against his desk.

“Daddy hurry up” You whine.

“First I'm punishing you for being a brat.” He says as he smacks your ass dozens of times. “Daddy fuck me already” You beg.

He can see your pussy quivering each time his hand strokes your ass harshly. He eventually stops and his fingers start to stroke your clit a few times feeling how wet you were. You let out small whimpers.

“Don’t make any noise” He said as he stuffed his soft cock inside of you.

“Fuck” You moan trying to be quiet.

He starts to quickly thrust inside of you. He wasn't being nice about it. His hands were digging into your hips as he kept thrusting in and out. “Vince” You cry out.

Mid fucking Vince put a piece of cloth in your mouth. It was like he kidnapped you.

“Y/N Hurry up and come already,” He said as he kept thrusting inside of you.

Once he said his words you felt your orgasm take over you. Your head was pushed back by Vince and you felt cold against the wooden desk. Your legs started to shake. He supported your body with his hands on your hips. “Oh Vince” You moan through the gag.

He felt your warm juice on his cock and he pulled out. Both of you were catching your breath. Your small moans and sighs could be heard by other people walking nearby.

“That was beautiful. I’d love to work for you again Daddy.” You say smiling kissing him on his lips.

He winks at you when you say “I’d love to work for you again Daddy”. He helps you dress up. You walked out of his room with everyone on the third floor staring at you. You walk out of his office building to your car. You fix your hair while you walk down. People watch you leave. Vince's assistant entered his office room and saw the mess. He saw the scratches you left on his wooden desk.

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wh0re43van · 10 months ago

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Maneater- (Jimmy Darling X Reader)

Summary: it’s your first week at the freakshow as a sword swallower and fire eater. Almost everyone has taken an immediate liking to you, especially Jimmy. (Literally only wrote this because I want to deep throat Jimmy)

Warnings: smut, blowjob, kinda public

Word count: 2.3k

I sit on the edge of the wooden stage in the main tent as I clean my swords. the small amount of afternoon sun leaks in through the openings of the red and white canopy, bringing the blistering Florida heat with it. I absentmindedly wipe the sweat on my brow with the same rag I’m sanitizing the sleek metal with, then immediately break into a fit of coughs as the fumes from the rubbing alcohol choke me out.

‘This heat is melting my brain’ I think to myself as I catch my breath as best I can in the hot sticky air. You’d think as a fire breather I’d be used to it, but this August haze is brutal.

Being from New England originally, this suffocating humidity is a far cry from what I consider comfortable, but a gig is a gig. Elsa was more than pleased to hire me when I pulled up with a unique act and my own caravan last week. I’ve worked with a lot of carnies in my day, but the group here is truly one of a kind. Almost everyone took an immediate liking to me. Ethel did her best to make me my favorite dessert as a welcome gift, Desiree insisted on taking me shopping, and Eve has let me sleep in her caravan with her for the week since mine isn’t yet hooked up to electric or water.

“Not even a dog should have to sleep in this heat without a fan,” Eve insisted. All the women have quickly become my closest friends, except for-

“I hope you’re pleased with yourself,” Maggie’s shrill voice cuts through the thick air with ease as she stomps into the tent.

“What are you on about now?” I roll my eyes as I set my swords to the side, walking down the rickety wooden steps that creak under my weight.

Maggie has given me shit since the first time she saw Jimmy flirting with me, which was about 30 seconds after my arrival. Her and Jimmy seemed to have some sort of relationship which he assured was “purely casual”, but Maggie doesn’t seem to agree.

“You have Jimmy out there in this heat wave crawling around messing with your stupid trailer! He could have a heat stroke,” the ‘psychic’ scolds me. I step up to the mousy bitch, adjusting my bathing suit top and brushing the dust off my denim shorts.

“He volunteered to do that for me, so mind your own fucking business… Ya know, in all the carnivals I’ve worked at, I never met a medium that couldn’t take a fuckin hint,” I say lowly, glaring at her. Her face goes red with anger.

“I don’t see how Elsa could hire such an ill-mannered hussy. You surely aren’t doing any favors for the reputation of the show,” I can tell that she’s trying to remain composed, but her voice comes out a shrill whine.

“This hussy earned over 500 bucks in the first four days I was here,” I remind her, laughing at how stupid her attempt at a come back was. Maggie tilts her head and narrows her eyes.

“I’m surprised you even charge money for your act since you prance around here with your tits out shoving shit down your throat for free,” she small lady growls, motioning to my bathing suit top for emphasis.

‘Damn’ I’m a bit shocked by this statement and it shows on my face, but I scoff before pulling the corner of my mouth into a smirk.

“Why don’t we ask Jimmy-“ I begin, but I’m cut off by Jimmy himself.

“Ask me what?” he smiles as he takes a gulp of water out of the glass in his hand. The energy in the room immediately shift as both of us turn to look at him, plastering fake smiles on our faces as we adjust our outfits and hair.

“Ask you, uhm, how you always manage to get such a crowd when you work the carousel. It must be all the girls wanting a ride with you,” I let out a nervous giggle, nudging the bitch to my side. She nods and laughs unconvincingly. At least we can agree on how embarrassing it would for Jimmy to hear us bickering over him like schoolgirls. Luckily, he seems none the wiser to the cat fight that he just accidentally broke up.

Jimmy chuckles as he walks up to us, leaning against the base of the stage. I don’t make any effort to hide my lingering scan of his body. His worn-out blue jeans and white tank top that’s clinging to his toned chest with sweat is covered in the orange dust of Florida’s crust. The veins in his arms are prominent on his slick sun kissed skin that’s dotted with smears of what appear to be grease.

“You’d see me blushing if my face wasn’t sunburnt as all hell,” Jimmy flashes his dimples as he runs his conjoined fingers through his sweat drenched curls. “I’m glad you’re here Maggie, Elsa’s lookin’ for ya,” he informs the blonde. She seems to be happy just to get the smallest bit of attention from the boy.

“Oh, okay. Why don’t you come to my caravan in a little bit. I have a surprise for you,” she says to Jimmy, but her eyes are locked on me, unfortunately for her, Jimmy’s eyes are also locked on me.

“Uh sure Doll, go on now. Don’t leave Elsa waitin’,” the boy says, eyeing me up and down with a grin as he motions his head towards the exit. Maggie smirks at me as if this is some kind of feat before walking out of the tent.

“So,” I smile as I boost myself up on the stage, dangling my feet over the side. “What can I do for you?” I bat my lashes at the sweaty boy.

“I need your pretty hands for one last thing and then you should have electricity,” Jimmy hums, then motions to my swords on the stage. “But if you’re trying to rehearse,” he walks over to the first row of collapsible wooden chairs, taking a seat. “I’ll take my payment in the form of a private show” he leans back, wiping a bit of sweat off his brow. I smile mischievously, standing up and grabbing the three dull swords.

“Well That’s not fair to you,” I tisk as the metal clanks in my hands in. “I’m not even in costume,” I smirk as I pace to the center of the stage.

“Oh trust me doll, this little number you have on right here compliments you just as well as that corset and stockings you dance around in,” he smirks as his drift from my legs to my face, earning a grin from me.

“Well I’m not gonna argue with that,” I laugh before clearing my throat, starting my monologue.

I tun through the first half of my 15 minute routine, Jimmys attention glued to me the entire time. He watches intently as I easily drop two swords down my esophagus, and twist them around before pulling them out one by one. My epiglottis burns as the metal slides through the small opening. I wipe the spit from my mouth, taking a bow as Jimmys applause bounces off the canvas walls.

“Thank You,” I giggle, my voice comes out a bit hoarse as I kneel down by my torches and lamp oil, then I notice I don’t have water to wet my rag. “Gentleman in the front row, could I borrow that glass of water,” I grin, using my ‘show voice’. He happily hops up, bring the glass to the stage. I crawl over to the edge, then sit up on my knees so that my face is even with his. “Thank you, sir,” I grin, holding Jimmys gaze as I take the cup from his hands, brushing my fingers over his.

“I’m honored to be involved in the act,” he breaths as he reaches out, running a thumb over my lip. I grin before licking a strip up the digit, making his eyes go wide.

“If You really want to be a special guest, come join me back stage,” I hum, leaning forward as I take his other hand in mine, tugging him a bit. Without a moments hesitation Jimmy hoists himself up on the stage and pulls me just behind the curtain before he crashes his lips into mine, pinning me to the wall

“You don’t know the things ya do to me, baby,” Jimmy pants against my lips as his hands grab at my body desperately. I giggle into the rough kiss and wrap my arms around his neck.

“I think it’s pretty obvious,” I hum as I reach between us, running my hand over his obvious errciton. Jimmy moans, bucking his hips towards the contact.

“Can ya blame me?” He chuckles lowly before moving his mouth to my neck, leaving wet kisses over my sweaty skin. “It ain’t often that I get attention from a dime like you,” he chuckles lowly against my skin as his large hands grab my ass.

“I guess todays your lucky day then,” I giggle as I turn Jimmy around, pushing his back into the wall. “I just want to thank you for working on my caravan for me,” I purr as I slowly drop down to my knees. His eyes watch intently as I pop open his belt buckle. Jimmy swallows hard, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as his mouth hangs agape.

“It’s my pleasure, honestly doll. You don’t have to do this-” Jimmy protests weakly as he wipes a bead of sweat off his forehead. His breath hitches when I abruptly yank his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, his heavy cock springing out of its confines.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I smile before licking a strip from base to tip, Jimmy sighs at the contact. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” I bat my lashes at him as he looks down at me, his bottom lip tucked under his teeth. “Plus id rather practice on you then those other swords anyway,” I smirk before taking him into my mouth.

He throws his head back, a low growl bubbling from his throat in satisfaction. Jimmy looks down at me with a slack jaw as he watches me take all of him in my throat until my nose is flush with the small patch of hair around his base. His hand finds its way to the back of my head as I begin bobbing up and down on him.

“Just like that, Doll… holy shit,” Jimmy hisses as his face contorts in pleasure. I giggle to myself as I wrap my arms around his legs, allowing him thrust into my face.

My knees dig into the unfinished wood of the stage- sure to leave splinters- as Jimmy violates my throat. His chest starts to heave as he finds his rhythm, filling the tent with low moans and my gagging.

I look at Jimmy through blurry, tear stained vision and I swear I could cum right now. His eyes are screwed shut as his mouth hangs open, letting out the unholiest of sounds I’ve ever heard. His strong arms, shiny with sweat, are flexed so hard that I can see veins popping out of them as he holds onto my hair like his life depends on it.

As Jimmy is lost in pleasure, completely oblivious to anything else around him, I hear shuffling in the side entrance of the tent. I’m about to pull away when I hear Maggie’s whiny voice.

“Jimmy are you still-“ she asks before she freezes, her face goes pale as her jaw drops. The boy doesn’t doesn’t even realize that he’s cutting her off when he moans,

“Jesus Christ baby, I’ve never seen someone look so pretty while gagging on cock,” his voice is breathy and low, but Maggie definitely heard because seconds later she shrieks before running out of the tent. “What was that?” Jimmy asks, slowing his hips, he looks down at me with glazed eyes, as if he’s in another dimension. I pull Away, gasping for breath as I take his slick cock into my hand, breaking the thick strings of spit.

“Don’t worry about it, baby,” I giggle, still trying to catch my breath as I slide my hand over his length. “I just want you to cum in my mouth, okay? Can you do that for me?” I hum as I place his tip between my lips, licking lightly. Jimmys eyes flutter as he groans, watching me rub him over my lips.

“Jesus Christ,” is all he manages to groan before he’s thrusting back into my mouth. It doesn’t take long for him to reach his climax. Jimmy is a cursing, sweaty mess as his cock twitches on my tongue before shooting his sticky release down my throat. I moan at the sensation as he pulls out, falling limp against the wall. “Come here,” he pants out, barely audible as he grabs me up off the floor, pulling me into a wet sloppy kiss. I grin against his lips as hands move to the buttons on my shorts.

“Uh uh,” i tisk as i slap his hands away. He looks at me confused. “This was my payment to you,” I smile as I fix my outfit.

“And Im more than grateful,” he chuckles as he pulls his pants back up. “But id like to return the favor, doll,” he smirks as he reaches out to try to pull my into his arm. I step the side before turning to leave.

“Oh you don’t have time Jimmy. I think Maggie’s looking for you,” I smirk before giving him a peck on the cheek. I can feel his gaze burning into my back I was down the rickety steps and out of the tent.

#evan peters #evan peters smut #jimmy darling smut #ahs cult #kai anderson #kit walker smut #ahs fandom #ahs hotel #ahs asylum #ahs murder house #jimmy darling x reader #jimmy darling

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afrowrites · 4 months ago

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Norman F Rockwell

Black reader (plus size too!) x Homelander

Your a hardworking widow and single mother who works at vought in the graphics department, when a certain all American hero is intrigued by the sight of you, or maybe the scent of you...

Warnings: Stalking, Mentions of Death.

Wordcount: 1,891

Rating: Teen and up

A woman stands alone with her ten-year-old son weeping next to her, her stomach holds the last legacy of her husband. And as they lower him into the ground a rifle can be heard to signify a fallen soldier. And a single tear runs down the woman's face knowing she must stay strong.

“~[Your name]~, did you get the final layout for the Homeboy Kids’ book yet?” She asked as she turned towards her coworker's voice, “Oh yeah, I got them, they look pretty good with all things considered.”

The woman smiled, proud of her co-workers' adherence to her notes.

“Well, that's good, because you have to present them to Ashley today.” The woman said, dropping a bomb and slipping out of her office.

“Wait, I have to do what?!” You half shout.

You frantically search your emails trying to figure out why today you had to present in less than…

“Oh shit! I gotta do this in an hour!”

You were wearing your comfiest business casual clothes but were not ready to entertain your boss today, and the email mentioned that others would be attending. ‘Probably those weirdo's in marketing.’ You thought to yourself.

You stumble down the hallway towards Ashley's office, holding your layout tubes while trying to zip up the back of your skirt. Thank God you had an emergency “I didn't just have a baby” outfit and some heels.

You fluff your afro up, put on some lipgloss, take a deep breath and open the door to walk into Ashley’s office.

You could see Ashley's permanent furrowed brow shift into a fake plastered smile she gave to all her employees when trying to save face.

“Good afternoon, miss {Your Name}. Have a seat, please”

“Sure” you answer, feeling a bit awkward.

Seth and Evan are engaged in a calm conversation, tucked away in the secluded corner of the room. Meanwhile, you're absorbed in organizing your layouts, your back to the entrance, when the sharp sound of a door swinging wide pierces the silence. Out of the periphery of your vision, you notice the room's occupants abruptly rise to their feet in a unified, almost military precision.

"Uh, Homelander, welcome," she greets with a strained smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, her voice tinged with a detectable quiver betraying her anxiety. Indeed, the atmosphere has shifted palpably; a heavy cloak of tension settles over the room, making the air itself seem laden with foreboding.

“Ashley,” he notes her presence. Uninterested.

“ Hey Seth, Evan, good to see you.” Now a hint of sarcastic enthusiasm sets in his voice.

He sets down into his chair, and as he sits he turns his head to you. He sniffs the air realizing something. Even before you'd know, he finds you leaking, and suddenly his interest in you increases tenfold and with a sudden interest in you he introduces himself.

“Why hello there,” his devilish grin and piercing blue eyes startle you, “you know it's a shame I never get to meet all the wonderful people here working at Vought, what's your name Ms…?”

“Rodriguez, although people just call me [your name].” You smile professionally.

“Well Ms.Rodriguez,” he takes your hand in his, brushing your soft knuckles before planting a kiss on them. “I do hope to enjoy your presentation.” As he gave you a soft wink.

You find his introduction performative but also slightly genuine.

The marketing guys gave their little spiel on how to market the homelander’s son, Ryan.

You soon make a suggestion. “I believe that would go well with young adult males, but we aren't thinking of the bigger picture here. We know how Homelander is when it comes to women.”

You see his jaw tighten, so you tread lightly when you continue.

“We’ve already seen the comic books, so how about we take a look at something more child-like for mothers, show the soft story about Homelander becoming a father raising a child all on his own, raising him to be a good American hero.”

The market guys roll their eyes and scoff in protest, but before they can open their mouths you hear clapping.

“Wow that’s… well that's good,” To you he sounds almost genuine but his mind is still working on you. You breathe a sigh of relief at his approval.

You mutter off a “thank you, sir.” And scurry back to your seat.

After muttering a quick, “Thank you, Sir.”, you scurry back to your seat.

“Well I think this has been a great meeting, thank you all for being here. I-”

Homelander interrupts, “Ms.Rodriguez may I have a moment to ask you something?.”

Stunned, you respond, “Oh-uh sure,” you give him a weak smile.

“Great,” he grins a menacing grin. “Let's take a walk.”

It's quiet for the first few minutes, almost bone-chilling . He clears his throat to break the silence.

“So, Rodriguez. What do you do here?” He asks in a way that sounds like he's interested but also way too critical.

“Well sir, I work in graphics and art, but I do most kid's artwork and stuff.” You chuckle nervously.

He nods at your answer, and he continues, “Well I think that is just super!” He still smells your body producing his favorite thing (well maybe second favorite thing).

He continues the walk in silence until you guys reach your office, he scans around the room trying to find ways to see you more often. Until he sees, “Oh, you have a family,” you turn the picture towards him.

“Oh yeah, my babies,” you sigh at missing them. “Rafael and America.”

“Wow, what a name for such a cute baby,” he feigns interest because as stated before he's only interested in what's under your skirt.

“Yeah, their father named them.” You feel a sharp twist in your heart when mentioning your husband's name, Homelander sees this and with his well-learned acting exclaims, “Whatever he did to you I'll get him.” He places a hand on your shoulder as he jokes with you.

You look up at him with teary eyes before wiping them away. “Oh no it’s not that my husbands not with us anymore.”

He feels indifferent to your plight, yet he pulls you in for a comforting hug. He smells like warm spices but underneath he smells metallic almost of blood. It’s unnerving.

He releases you from his grip, only to take a long look down and clear his throat.

“Hmmm I think you might wanna…,” You look down horrified. You're leaking.

Standing at your threshold, the rich oakwood panels seem to reach out, inviting you into the warm embrace of home. Before your hand can grace the knocker, your mother-in-law materializes, her eyes alight with the joy of your arrival. "Hola mami!" Your greeting is tinged with fatigue, yet her presence ushers in comfort. "Hola, {insert Spanish nickname}, how was your day?" Her inquiry is simple, yet it's the undercurrent of genuine concern that touches you. "Well, Mami, to be honest, it was a bit perplexing..." you admit, the words trailing off as you grapple with the day's events.

Your exchange is gently fractured by the delightful pattern of small feet drumming against the floor, a familiar and heartwarming cadence. It's a sound that signals the arrival of one of the most precious joys in your life, a guiding light that brightens even your darkest days. The architect of your daily smiles, your cherished child, the ever-sweet Rafi, bounds toward you. This tiny being, the center of your universe, radiates unadulterated happiness, infusing your mornings with meaning and your heart with boundless love.

"Hey, Mamacita!," He says,

"Hey there, Papito" you greet, the corners of your mouth turning up in a weary but warm smile. "You're not gonna guess who I bumped into today!"

His eyes sparkle with curiosity. "Who was it?"

"The one and only, most amazing superhero of all time!"

Glancing down, you notice he's clutching his beloved Homelander action figure, its edges frayed and colors faded from love and time. It was a gift from his dad. The sight fills you with a bittersweet mix of joy and a pang of sorrow, knowing the layers of memories it holds.

Sighing, you reply, “Well I met the one and only…”, pause for dramatic effect, “HOMELANDER!” You see his gorgeous little eyes light up, you love to see your little guy happy. He jumps around the house as his grandma yells at him.

“Papito! You're gonna wake the…,” she’s already too late. And as your second little bundle of joy starts to cry, your mother-in-law is about to get the spoon on Rafi, “Don’t worry mami, it’s fine I wanted to see my baby anyway.” You smile at her as you trudge towards your baby's room. “Hey Meri, how’s my girl doing?” You coo at her. She has your husband’s beautiful green eyes, gorgeous fluffy curls and chubby cheeks. You hold her close to you, your heartbeat calms her down. You sit for a while ignoring the noise from the street corner thinking of when her father took you to New Mexico,

(~Flashback~)

The evening air is warm and the breeze carries the simple romance of the night through the air. He cradles you in his soft loving arms as the stars pale in comparison to the sparkle of his eyes peering into your own.

“Y’know (y/n), I was just thinking,” “Oh that’s never good.” You snicker to yourself.

“Hey, that hurts.” He pretends to get shot in the chest. “Whatever,” You roll your eyes

“Well, what I was going to say was, what if we get married…” He sheepishly says that last part.

“Um well, to be honest, I want to, after all, little Rafi-,” He interrupts. “Or Meri, I plan on having ten beautiful girls, well eleven because of you.’

You laugh a hearty laugh. “Yeah right, let’s just focus on the first one, but yeah I wanna be married.”

“Okay great because I have this ring in a box and I didn’t know who I was gonna give it to.” He yawns sarcastically.

You wide-eyed stare at him for a little, until it sinks in. You sit up and push his shoulders to the ground. “Oh my God!” You kiss his face all over.

“Hey mami, watch the baby. They ain’t finished yet.” He chuckles “I love you, baby.” he smiles with his gorgeous lips.

“I love you too, papito.” You lean in for a kiss all while smiling into his lips. And while you once again fall in love, your favorite song plays.

~Como la flor, Con tanto amor, Me Diste tu~

“Se Marchitó, Me marcho hoy,” You sing to the bittersweet words of Selena, “ Yo sé perder, Pero a-a-ay, cómo me duele, A-a-ay, cómo me duele.”

The smells of your cooking penetrate the room and seep out of your window into the cold air of a New York night, the warmth and love from your kitchen emanating from your apartment.

Unfortunately for you, a certain pair of eyes enjoyed your little performance, and the ethnic food smelled to him albeit too much spice for his taste, he could still feel a distant mother’s love through those smells.

And when you decided to close the window, he took that as a challenge to get into your life and ruin it.

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gayleatherstories · 29 days ago

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The start of something new

Caring leather dom 46M looking for younger submissive bottom to take care of

I kept going back to the same profile. Ask me why and I couldn't tell you. Truth is, I'm as straight as they come, I just love anal play. I blame my ex to be honest. I had brought up wanting to try anal and the only way she agreed was if she got to peg me first. We fought about it because at first there's no way I was putting anything up there to which she pointed out the hypocrisy of that statement. Long story short I fucking loved it. I think a bit to much for my ex because a couple weeks later she dumped me.

Turns out not a lot of women seemed interested in the idea of topping me. I casually dated a couple girls but every time I brought up pegging or a strap on they seemed to peace out of the relationship. I couldn't get the feeling of being filled like that out of my mind though. So after a while I made a faceless Grindr account "just to see". And that's how I eventually ended up on this 'caring' Dom's profile. My eyes kept going back to his package. I decided to close the app and just keep it moving.

Later that day I saw I got a notification from Grindr.

I've noticed you've checked my profile a couple times. Hello!

I decided to respond.

Hi! Yeah, sorry! I'm just intrigued I guess! Sorry if that was weird haha

No need to be so apologetic boy. I just wanted to let you know that I don't bite ;) What are you looking for?

Him calling me boy made me feel weird but I didn't have anything to lose and I also didn't really think there was any harm in responding.

Well I'm in a bit of a pickle as they say. I'm straight but turns out I love anal play and I haven't really been able to find a girl willing to scratch that specific itch so to speak.

So you did a bit of mental word association with anal play and ended up on a gay app?

Hehe.. yup

Yup

Well, If you want your ass filled I might be willing to oblige. Depends on a couple things though.

Which are?

1. If I'm attracted to you 2. Your willingness to wear leather and/or rubber during playtime. If my profile didn't make it clear already I've got a bit of a kink you see 3. If I'm fucking you, no one else is.

I see

To be honest. I was getting hornier and hornier the longer this conversation kept going on. In my horniness I decided to sent a picture.

Well this is me. I'm fine with the leather/rubber, though I don't have any. And I'm also fine with just you doing that.

You'll do just fine. Some of my old gear will probably fit you. My name is Derrick by the way. You want to set a date?

Nice to meet you Derrick, I'm Steve. And how about next Saturday?

Saturday works. Here's my address. I expect you around 5pm.

And just like that I had set a time and place to get fucked in the ass by a man.

Saturday 4:57 pm

As I rang Derrick's doorbell I suddenly got hit by a wave of anxiety. What the fuck was I doing? I'm not gay. But right when I decided to turn back around and go home the door opened. Derrick was dressed like his picture. Decked out in full leather head to toe. He said hi and welcomed me inside. He offered me a beer which I eagerly accepted. I needed to take the edge off.

Turns out Derrick was a cool dude. We chatted about his work, my work, life etc. When I finished my third beer Derrick asked if I wanted to get down to business. Feeling a bit braver thanks to the alcohol I agreed.

First he took me to his bedroom where he had laid out two outfits he wanted me to wear. One was a leather vest, a leather jockstrap and leather chaps. The other was a rubber catsuit, a leather dog mask and leather mitts. I decided on the full leather look first. When I finished changing he took me in front of a full length mirror. We looked like a kinky gay couple. While I was mesmerized by my leather clad self Derrick stepped up flush against my back pushing his leather bulge between my cheeks.

"You're looking even more fuckable."

Truly at this point I didn't know what the fuck to feel. I clearly liked Derrick as a person and I definitely liked the current pressure on my hole.

"Thank you?"

"Why don't you try on the rubber option too, so you can make an educated decision."

To be honest I was quite intrigued so I threw caution to the wind and changed again. This time I needed his help to get everything on and when I was all dressed he told me to kneel so he could put on 'my collar' and take a picture. I felt safe behind the mask so I did as he asked.

"Good puppy. Now close those cute eyes for me I want to surprise you with the finishing touches."

Not going to lie I was horny as hell at this point so I just did as told. I heard Derrick open and close a drawer, walk back over to me and fiddle with my collar, cuffs and the back of my rubber suit. A couple of clicking sounds later he told me to open my eyes.

At first I didn't realise what had changed until I saw the locks dangling from my leather mitts. I was effectively locked in this outfit.

Before I could think to much about it Derrick asked me if I'd ever sucked a cock before. I told him that I hadn't. He proceeded to get a suction cup dildo out one of the closets in his bedroom and sticking it to the mirror 'so I could keep track of what I was doing'. He also unbuckled the dogmask and told me to start sucking it like I'd want my own cock to be sucked.

Since sucking another man's dick, real or otherwise, had never crossed my mind I hesitated. Derrick sensing my hesitation told me to close my eyes and start kissing it like I would kiss a girlfriend. I asked him if oral was really necessary to which he replied that he doesn't like using lube so the only way to lubricate his cock is with my own saliva.

So I started kissing the tip, the shaft, the balls and eventually took it in my mouth. Before long I felt Derrick's hand pushing my head further and further on the fake cock.

#gay leather #leather master #gay rubber

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pompettepink · 1 year ago

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Type of men NOT to date

Dating in the 2020's is so rough! It feels like so many people are just looking for hookups and too many women are getting forced into "situationships" in the hopes that "more" will come out of it, but "more" never happens. Ladies, save yourselves the heartache and leave these type of low level men ALONE

A man who asks "what you bring to the table"

He is thinking transactionally. He wants to know beforehand what act of service he can expect from you in the future. Whatever comes out of your mouth will be his checklist in the relationship and he WILL bring it up when you "fail to meet expectations".

A man who disrupts your peace

A man who is prone to fits of rage and refuses to seek help will take you down with him. He will actively work to destroy your self worth and possessions. Any man coming into your life MUST be giving you peace that is BETTER than the peace you find within yourself.

A man with low quality friends

There's a very high chance that if a man is in his mid to late 20s and is still friends with his highschool buddies they are actively holding him back. There needs to be far more substance in a male friendship than bonding over a band one time in a 10th grade science class. Having old time friends is amazing, but everyone in the friend group should be maturing at the same pace and having adult conversations and not just sharing their girlfriends nudes with the homies in the groupchat

A man who listens to Bro Podcasters

Self explanatory. There should be NO reason that a man sees value in anything a violent misogynist has to say. It is NOT NORMAL for a man to take lifestyle advice from broken men who are NOT living the lifestyle they're advocating for (monogamous long term relationship with the intention of marriage and providing for their wife and kids). Unless he is compiling information to loudly denounce those views and see those podcasters as an enemy of men, you have no business dating someone like that

A man who idolizes 50/50 relationships

Expecting your partner to go 50/50 with everything and anything is insecure and immature. In reality you can't ALWAYS split the bills. Sometimes things come up. Like card only payments, cash only payments, misplaced wallet, dead phone, payment deadline, accidents etc etc. If he expects every instance involving money to be split into two equal bills he WILL be resentful towards you if you fail to deliver. He should also be more than happy to spoil you when he can and pay in full

A man who struggles building relationships with women

You aren't going to be any different just because he's fucking you. And this isn't about a struggle that results from trauma (abusive mom). This is about ANY woman in his life. If he can't connect with his sisters and can't "really" explain "why", or if he's never had a female friend, that's a red flag. It's most likely that he can't build relationships with women who he isn't sexually attracted to, making him more likely to misconstrued any interaction with a pretty woman as grounds to cheat

An unkempt man

He doesn't need to be the world's best dresser, but he MUST care about his appearance. You two will be seen together constantly and in social settings others will view you as a single unit. You are doing a disservice to yourself by being with a man who has a hands-off attitude with the way he presents himself and always choices to go out with wrinkled stained clothes, dirty hair, a smelly outfit, and a wardrobe full of holes and filth

A man who moves too fast

Why is this man trying to get you into bed yet he doesn't even know your last name? Casual flings are totally fine and super appropriate for any adult to be a part of. But if you're looking to seriously date you HAVE to be picky. Even if your connection is magnetic off the bat restraint should be shown until the commitment is there. If you tell him you only want to have sex with a committed man and he gets mad, pressures you, or asks you to be official on the spot and then have sex afterwards, he just wants to orgasm, nothing more

A man who's all talk and no action

If a man talks about how close he feels to you, but doesn't try to commit, he's keeping you away from love. If a man romantically messages you everyday, but doesn't take you on a date, he's a pen pal. If he's always talking about going for a big promotion, but doesn't put in the work the position requires, he's just a job holder. Actions speak louder than words and if he wanted to, he would

A man who struggles with handling you

Far too many men couple up with talented, sexy, smart, extrovert women, then try to change them when they become official because they can't keep up with her. If she was a sexy dresser BEFORE you started dating, you should expect the same WHILE you're dating. If she was always having deeply intellectual conversations BEFORE you started dating, you should expect the same WHILE you're dating. If she had a large group of friends that she loved hanging out with BEFORE you started dating, you should expect the same WHILE you're dating. If he can't keep up with you then he shouldn't take up space in your circle

A man who is incompetent with chores

Need I say more? Chores aren't rocket science. If he can't cook a meal from start to finish you'll be forced to be his personal chef. If he can't do a load of laundry you'll be forced to be his laundromat. If he doesn't know how to sweep, mop, or vacuum you'll be forced to be his maid. Never choose to be a servant when well rounded men exist in the dating pool

A man who doesn't boast about you

He should be proud to have you as his partner. Everyone in his life should know that you two are dating. He should want to walk behind you and open doors for you so that everyone can see you before they see him. He should always want to hold your hand and feel disgusted when other people hit on him. If he says he "lives a private life" and doesn't want to post you on his social media or be seen kissing you in public it's because he doesn't want his wife and other girlfriend to catch him cheating

Never let anyone convince you that it's impossible to find a man of quality because "your standards are too high". You're the prize and for your sake you should never expect the bare minimum for love

#coquette #pompettepink #soft girl #lover girl #dollette #lifestyle #lovecore #dating #dating advice #lux

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penguinbuttcheeks · 7 months ago

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going to a rave with the 141 boys

A/N: can u tell im excited for my upcoming rave bender? the next few weekends are gonna be intense and i’m here for it

cw: alcohol, casual drug use

ghost

- let’s be real, he would never actually agree to go to a rave with you. the closest you’ll ever get to taking him out to something similar is a bar, and it’s going to be the usual dingy one near base. he rarely even goes to that one unless it’s for celebrations or he wants to brood solo with some liquid luck by his side

- in the highly unlikely instance you do manage to bring him, he surprisingly fits in - visually at least

- his balaclava and simple compression shirt that he’s worn seems to be the vibe of everyone else, just very toned down. maybe he’s a casual raver, not too keen on dressing up like everyone else is what passer-by’s think

- not that anyone’s really paying attention, they’re all either tripping balls, high off their faces on MD or too busy feeling the music to care

- ghost is definitely feeling out of his element

- so many shirtless, sweaty men doing ‘ridiculous’ dances and women in skimpy outfits that flash all sorts of bright colours

- you’ve definitely dressed up for the occasion.

- ghost is absolutely floored when he sees what you’re wearing for the first time

- “what the fuck are you wearing”

- definitely acts more like a body guard than a rave buddy. everyone is so intoxicated. he’s on high alert the whole time, keeping a keen eye on you while you lose yourself to the sensations of the music rumbling deep in your bones and the feeling of bodies brushing up against you by the stage where the dj continues to do their thing

- you’re probably not even close to the stage, you’re further back where there’s less people and simon actually has the space to be able to breathe

- it doesn’t matter though, you’re still having a blast and dancing away to your hearts content

- ghost definitely can’t help watching the way you move your body, trying his best not to seem creepy, but you seem so in your element - it’s almost like watching you in the shooting range. you’re so lost in focus

- it’s hot as hell

- even if he thinks the way you’re dancing looks absolutely ridiculous, you’re confident and he finds it deeply attractive

- “don’t ever bring me to one of those again”

soap

- probably the most on board out of everyone to join

- you guys absolutely sat in your room together while you did your makeup and dolled yourself up

- “oi lad/lass, can ye put some o’ that on me?”

- soap gives you the biggest shit eating grin when you pull out a small baggie of pills to get the both of you through the night. you better pray there’s no upcoming standard military drug tests

- you are definitely going to be the one babysitting the entire time

- you almost lose him several times and the only reason you were able to find him again was because you heard loud scottish yelling

- arriving for the first time, soap can’t help but let out a low whistle. “fuckin’ ‘ell”

- tries to mimic the way you and the people around him are dancing but can’t for the life of him figure out how tf you’re all moving your bodies so quickly and fluently to the rapid beat of the music

- almost falls on his face trying the first time

- you’ve got him dressed up in the sluttiest, most ridiculous outfit that you think you’ll ever see him in. it’s definitely caught the attention of a few people around you

- god he’s so cocky when he realises he’s popular amongst the crowd with all the men and the ladies

- it may be boosting his ego but don’t worry. he’s only got his sights set on you

- speaking of sights set, soap can’t stop staring at you. you’re wearing the most revealing outfit ever seen and he swears then and there that he’s going to marry you

- he knew that he wanted to make you his, but tonight definitely sets that in stone

- the following weeks, you’re getting amused grins and eye rolls from your teammates (ghost is absolutely the one rolling his eyes)

- soap had secretly snagged a video of you dancing to your hearts content and made a point to make sure everyone bears witness to it

- when you find out, soap is sulking in the rec room with a bag of frozen peas pressed against his head, sulking like a kicked puppy

- oh well, at least he managed to hide one video of you after forcing him to delete them all

gaz

- it’s not his scene, but god he’s curious

- agrees to tag along with you, and boy is he glad he did

- his eyes are all over you the entire night. he just can’t help it when you’ve prettied yourself up so good

- “you look stunning, love”

- he’s content to just watch you truly be yourself, mingling and swapping bracelets with strangers and drunkenly stumbling around the place with a joyous laugh leaving your lips

- definitely would need occasional moments away from the crowds to allow him the space to gather his thoughts

- soap is probably there with the both of you tbh. it was originally a trio outing, but soap has run off to do his own thing

- don’t worry, gaz is here to watch over you and make sure you’re safe

- he takes it upon himself be be the sober one

- besides, he wants to remember the way you sway your hips to the beat and drag your fingers through your hair

- can’t help the slight pang of jealousy when he sees you dancing with another man, his eyes raking over your body and his hands reaching out to touch you

- “move along buddy”

- gaz is quick to pull you next to him, a steely glare directed at the man as he pulls you in to his side, your wide, surprised eyes looking up at gaz

- gaz isn’t usually one to be overprotective or jealous, but god is it hot when you bear witness to it for the first time

- absolutely chews soap out on the way home for stranding them amongst the hundreds of people at the rave

- you’re sleeping soundly - a small, drunken yet content smile on your face as your head rests on gaz’s shoulder in the cab home

- gaz can’t help but smile at you softly, hand reaching up to brush your hair out of your eyes as you rest

- he definitely stood out like a sore thumb at the rave, but it definitely won’t be the last one he’s attending. how could it be? you were such a delight to watch

- tonight will definitely be replaying in his mind for the following weeks to come

price

- you would lose your job so quickly if you ever brought price along to a rave

- occupation aside, unless you have the luck to win the lottery - price is probably also not joining you

- the poor bastard is not big on crowds, especially amongst so many young adults that are so intoxicated on more than just alcohol

- he’s not the oldest there, far from it, but his time serving in the military has made him feel detached from popular trends and the normalcy of civilian lifestyles

- you probably end up leaving early. the loud music gives him a headache, and god - do people actually listen to this?

- “don’t you dare take that shot”

- you definitely downed it after giving him an evil smirk

- the entire night is spent on the sidelines of the dance floor. there is no way that price is dealing with that many people pushing up against him while also dealing with the pounding in his head

- bitching and moaning aside, price is glad to see you letting lose and enjoying yourself instead of burying yourself in work and training

- you’re a hard worker, he knows you deserve this chance to cast aside the burdens of your occupation

- he’d never admit it, but he was glad to get off base (even if it was at an event he would never willingly go to on his own accord)

- he’s standing a few metres to the side, hands in his pockets and chuckling, shaking his head in amusement as you dance away in your own little world while he sips on a beer

- he’s discrete about it, but his eyes slowly travel over your body when your eyes are closed and you’re too lost to the beat of the rhythm - body coated in light layer of sweat, skin gleaming an assortment of colours as the lights bounce off your body

- he feels bad when he says he need to get the hell out of there, but his heart melts a little when you’re nothing but understanding

- he would never admit it, but it wasn’t the worst night of his life

- he got to see a new side of you that he never expected to see

- walks past the training room a few weeks later where you’re busy training. it’s late and everyone has retired for the night, but you’re gunning it on the treadmill, the same music the two of you listened to that night out playing from your bluetooth speaker

- he can’t help but think back to the way you moved your body so seamlessly to the harsh beat of each melody

- it’s ingrained permanently in his memories. it’s altered his brain completely

- he treasures it like an overprotective dragon does with its hoard of glittering gems and gold. what he saw that night was for him to see and him alone. the 141 boys have no idea what they’re missing out on

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hillbillyoracle · 1 year ago

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Androgynous/Masc Leaning Capsule Wardrobe Ideas

In honor of International Nonbinary People’s Day, I offer you the clothing advice I wish I had like 15 years ago. I prefer a small well curated wardrobe but it is so tough to pull that off as a nonbinary genderfluid person. I spent years struggling to make my capsule wardrobe work for me. Every example I saw was either with feminine clothes or with the world blandest men’s clothing.

For reference, I’m AFAB and live in Kentucky - very hot and muggy in summers, can get quite cold (-20 F) in winter but it’s usually mild with highs are in the 30F-40F range most days. This is the advice I’d give my younger self if I could.

Focus on 10-15 Core Items

While I am fluid, I consistently spend most of my time “inbetween” these days. Having a neutral to masc learning main wardrobe with some feminine items to mix in wound up working best for me. So here’s the masc leaning base wardrobe I recommend.

~3 x Button Ups - I went with short sleeve Hawaiian shirts for myself because I love bold patterns. You can find a lot of Hawaiian shirt these days that don’t have stereotypical “island” patterns on them while still being pretty light and breathable in summer. If your style leans more classic, consider oxford cloth button ups. You might need more button ups if you work in a business casual setting.

~3 x Tees - I like graphic tees, specifically hand screen printed ones so that’s what I go with. But if your style is more classic then consider investing in some good quality solid color tees.

~3 x Casual Tops - for me this is a tank top, turtleneck, and a Henley. But you might consider a collarless button ups, plain long sleeve shirts, and ringer style long sleeve shirts.

~3 Pants - for me, I have black and stone washed denim since those are my favorites. I look for tapered fits over skinny or boot leg where I can. I have one pair that’s a jogger style I quite like. You might look for chinos or khakis if you have a more formal dress code at work but they’ll still work with graphic tees and other tops if you style them right.

~3 x Layers - for me this is a cardigan, a flannel, and a hoodie. You might consider v neck or crew neck sweaters, cable knit sweaters, and fair isle sweaters as well.

Feminine Clothing Module

What’s nice about this approach is that you can then create a feminine clothing module that plays nicely with your main wardrobe.

For me this looks like

1-2 Dresses - I have a maxi tee dress and a long sleeved linen dress since that works more for everyday wear for me.

1-2 Skirts - I don’t have any presently but the next big feminine swing I have I’ll be ordering a nice linen skirt in my favorite color.

1-2 Casual Tops - I don’t have any presently after my last big wardrobe edit but business casual shell tops, camisoles, and cowl neck tops work well here.

1-2 Layers - I have a linen blazer in a women’s cut and a long striped duster. You might consider a kimono style shrug/wraps, sweaters in a more feminine cut, and women’s cardigans

You don’t need a lot here because so much of the main wardrobe can be mixed with a feminine element or two and it becomes much more feminine - especially if you’re AFAB but even if you’re AMAB. It doesn’t take a lot a feminine clothing to make an over all outfit look more feminine and subtle touches work just as well as more overt styles ime.

Sizing

Sizing is tricky as hell. I’m plus size (size 18-20 in women’s pants) and especially trying to find masculine stuff with the right fit is a pain. I really recommend going in to try things on if you’re able but if not get comfortable with the idea you will likely need to send things back. Yes you can take measurements but those measurements are still listed with different proportions in mind.

For men’s clothes I lean toward a slightly oversized fit - as most men I’m around do. For women’s clothes, I lean toward a slightly tight fit - as most women I’m around do. Look at the people around you and see which fits they lean toward and opt for that where you’re able to for yourself.

Shoes, Outwear, Special Occasions

Shoes - I tend to opt to go neutral in my shoes and outerwear. Not in color or pattern mind you but gender. For shoes, I currently have 3 pairs - a pair of crocs (with spikes), running shoes/sneakers (old Champion brand slip ons), and a pair of Doc Martens. These are good options if you’re AMAB too because the sizing is unisex or available in similar styles for men and women. Other good options are Vans, Chucks, any hippie sandal brand you can think of. “Nicer” shoes are great but often pretty gendered. I lean toward getting “nicer shoes” that are opposite my assigned gender when I do grab them.

Outerwear - I also tend to opt for gender neutral options for outerwear too. Since it doesn’t get terribly cold here, I stick to a micropuff jacket from North Face and layer a black denim jacket over it when it gets cold. When I wear it with masc stuff, blends in. When I wear it with feminine stuff, it adds a slight edge I like. Pea coats are decent options as well. If you live some place real cold, a lot of the long winter coats are basically the same between genders, just different fits.

Special Occasions - I would recommend not worrying about special occasions until or unless they come up. I have the same two “special occasion” dresses that I’ve been using for years because they come up so rarely and I can’t bare to spend too much money on something I’ll wear maybe once or twice a year. Formal wear is highly gendered and if you learn androgynous it’s a tough needle to thread. For those events with hosts you know, it’s worth reaching out to them to see what they think makes an outfit “formal” - could be nicer cuts or materials, could be rigid gender norms - can’t know until you ask.

For most special occasions, I do not know the host, so I default very structured looks in accordance with my assigned gender. Still feels a bit edgy but no ones gonna have the guts to say it’s wrong. For AMAB folks you might do the inverse, more flowy looks and colors while still adhering to your assigned gender. All depends on the level of familiarity you have with the hosts and the flack you’re willing to catch.

Outfits

Some masc leaning outfit ideas:

button up, hoodie, pants, boots

graphic tee, flannel or cardigan, pants, sneakers

turtleneck, pants, boat shoes

button up, tie, cardigan, pants, chelsea boots

Some fem leaning outfit ideas:

button up, cardigan, skirt, sneakers

shell top, wrap, pants, sandals

graphic tee, skirt, sneakers

dress, sandals

Conclusion

Hope this was helpful to someone out there!

#nonbinary #androgynous #nonbinary fashion #international nonbinary people's day #genderfluid #genderfluid fashion

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v3nusxsky · 2 years ago

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Who says 18+

*A/n~ I absolutely fell in love with this idea and hope it does the prompt some justice. Feel free to request anything I'll happily give it a shot. It's also extremely late and I'm touch starved and sleep deprived so I may have to re write this.*

Trigger warnings~ smutttt mommy k!nk oral overstimulation f!ngering sub x reader dom Larissa

Prompt~ DATE NIGHT!!! \Requested on wattpad

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Your gorgeous wife, Larissa Weems is a heavily respected women in the outcast community. The work she does at Nevermore is nothing less than extraordinary. The youngest principal and the only female principe Nevermore has ever seen. Despite all the responsibilities your wife has, she still makes an incredible effort in your relationship. Despite how busy she will be Larissa still relishes any time you can spend together and will move heaven and earth to ensure you get some of her time daily. Most of the time that looks like lunch dates in her office. The students of Nevermore looked forward to you arriving for lunch. You occasionally stopped and chatted with Yoko, Wednesday and Enid , in which has created quite a bond between you all. However tonight, Larissa had told you she'd planned a night out. Nothing too fancy due to your own anxieties but something that you'd enjoy. Your happiness is everything to your wife and she would do anything to achieve it.

Arriving home from the lunch date with your wife you immediately got to work getting ready. A shower was the first order of business. Scrubbing every area you could, shaving every little hair and allowing the hot water to relax you. Then it was selecting an outfit before hair and make up. The chooses outfit being skin tight black jeans, a nice pale blue lacy top with spaghetti straps. Paired with a chunky knit cream cardigan and some black vans. Very light makeup due to the casual feel of your outfit. Curling your locks into beach waves that frame your face. A few sprits of your favourite perfume pur blanca (fyi most amazing spray I have ever owned ) and you were ready. Just in time for your wife to arrive home and start to get ready.

It wasn't long before you were settled in your usual seat of the car. Larissa loved to drive and you loved to watch so the arrangement was perfect for you both. Curiosity got the better of you as you tried to work out what tricks were hiding up her sleeves. "Ris? Where are we going?" You questioned knowing you wouldn't get an answer.

"You'll see darling." She all but hummed out before confirming to hum along to the fleetwood mac playing.

It wasn't long till you pulled up outside a building you never had set foot in. It was Larissa opening your door that snapped you from thoughts. "Thank you my lady" you giggled with a tiny nod of affection in your wife's direction. You watched as the smile lit up her beautiful ocean blue eyes.

"Shall we darling?" She extended her hand to you watching as you curled your smaller hand and fingers around hers. Leading the way into the building she squeezed gently letting you know you are safe and calm any anxiety that could be rising in this new environment.

You're eyes scanned the room, you let out gasp of excitement at the sight of a pool table. You turned to look at your wife with pleading eyes hoping to convey just what you wanted.

"Darling? You want to play?" She offered after seeing your reaction. You nodded with a smile and made your way over to the table. Immediately starting to rack up the balls in the familiar pattern. After setting up the table you lifted both cues feeling their weights before selecting the one you wished to play with. Your wife readily took the other cue. "Darling would you like a drink?" She nodded to the bar which you hadn't noticed due to your excitement of the pool table.

"Wine please my love" you smiled and pecked her lips watching as she walked up to bar to order the wine. You couldn't help but rake your eyes over her form as she stood placing the order. Absolutely stunning. Her dress showing off her gorgeous legs cutting off mid thigh. Red was most definitely her colour. A flush found your cheeks at your less than innocent thoughts of your wife. Even after calling her your wife for two years you would still blush like a school girl at these thoughts.

You took your glass from her and sipped it. Humming out in appreciation you licked your lips and pecked your wife's cheek. "You want to start Rissa?" You watched as her eyes darkened.

"No darling that's quite alright you can start. It's not like you're a pool shark..." she trailed off in thought. "Actually let's make this interesting best out of three whoever wins gets a surprise afterwards." she finished off with a smirk as she whispered it in your ear. A shiver of delight ran down your spine and you readily agreed.

The games passed rather quickly. Teasing eachother by "accidentally" brushing their hip ass or arm as you moved round the table or whispering the most sinful things in your ear to put you off. Every little touch or comment directed to you made your cheeks flush and heat pool between your thighs. Of course Larissa wasn't fairing much better. You knew exactly what to say to get your wife to bend and crave you. And tonight you we're pulling out all the stops. It came to the last game to decide the winner and you couldn't help but step up your game. Pool is a secret guilty pleasure of yours and you were about to show her just how skilled you are at the game. You couldn't help the wink as you potted the black ball effectively winning the game. A squeal of happiness left your lips as you moved closer to kiss your wife.

"Thank you for playing with me baby" you whispered against her lips before crashing your lips to hers. Only when you pulled back due to needing oxygen did you mumble "let's go home?"

"Of course my love... who would've knew my wife is a secret pool Shark hmm?" She whispered in your ear before finishing up her wine and leading you to the car, delighting in the smile that hadn't left your lips since your arrival.

The car ride was quite respectively you were both a little lost In your own heads. Only when you pulled back up to your house just a 5 minute walk from Nevermore did you let Larissa know what you wanted by leaning over to her whispering in her ear "mommy I need you" only then we're you extremely grateful that you had eaten during the games you played as now you only had one thing on your mind.

If you're completely honest it's all a blurred haze, rather unsure how you got from the car to your bedroom door that your wife had you pinned securely too as she ghosted her lips up and down your neck. Her body pressed into yours and her lips at your neck drove you wild with need. She knew this of course. Teasing you was one of your wife's favourite games to play. She delighted in watching you struggle and squirm against her. Your stubbornness not letting you submit to the taller women easily. Yes Larissa enjoys pushing you to your limits and if your honest you enjoy it just as much.

"Rissaaaaa stop teasing me" you whine out as you feel her sucking at your pulse point, head lulling back to provide her more access to your neck.

"Oh but you always make the most beautiful sounds for me baby" lust filling her voice had more slickness coating your thighs.

"Mommy take me to bed please" you pleased with her desperate for more. Your pleading answered as your wife gathered you in her arms and walked you to the bed still continuing her assault on your neck. The blue purple bruises already appearing on your smooth pale skin. You felt your wife smirk against your skin as your back hit the mattress eliciting a small gasp from you. Kisses trailed up to your ear and with a quick nip to your ear lobe hands toying with your cardigan Larissa husked out " you my pretty girl are absolutely breathtaking. This outfit looks amazing on you although I do wish for it to be on our bedroom floor."

As every article of clothing was slowly removed from your tiny frame you watched as your wife's eyes darkened each time more of your body became exposed. It was when you were only in your undergarments that Larissa let out a groan. "Darling, this is new?"

"You like it my love? I brought it just for you" you replied as kisses were placed on any inch of skin in a reachable distance. Hands gripping tightly to your hips showing you just how much she liked your surprise. It wasn't long before they joined the rest of your clothing on the floor as you lay bare. Eyes roaming all of your uncovered body as she stripped herself down to match you. Only then did she crawl on top of you and kiss you with so much passion and desire. Of coursed you returned her level of passion moaning when she nipped at your bottom lip. Only pulling away when the need for oxygen became too much. Her hands roaming all over your body as she lowered herself downwards to pay attention to your chest. She always payed an almost worship like attention to your breaths during intimate moments. So gentle and loving knowing you could be quite sensitive there. Licking sucking and kissing marking each as hers.

"Darling I want to taste you." She almost growled out in a matter of fact. This caused your hips to jerk upwards just at the thought of the ache there being relieved slightly. And with that Larissa found her usual place settled between your thighs. Her tongue exploring your cunt slowly as if it was the first time while her hands ran lightly up and down your thighs. Your hips moving on their own accord is what caused a strong hand to grip your hip and still the movement. A groan of frustration left you. God you wanted more. Needed more. "I didn't say you could do that Y/n" she almost purred out and If you didn't know your wife as well as you did you wouldn't have understood the subtle warning in her words.

"S s sorry mommy" you gasped out as she resumed her work with more gusto than last time. Her tongue tracing the word "mine" as she moaned at the taste of you. Your moans becoming more desperate as you were chasing the familiar high that your body desperately craves. You cried out when you felt her fingers inside of you setting a fast pace. "F-fuck mommy!"

Larissa knew your body well. She knew your tales for when an orgasm would take over. That is why she brought you to the edge and smirked looking up at your hooded eyes. "Darling what word was I writing earlier?" She hummed as if it was a purely innocent question and she hadn't got you teetering on the edge of what you were sure would be an amazing orgasm.

"I - uh fuck what?" Your brain short circuiting only able to focus on the high that was just out of your reach. "Mine?" You whimpered out unsure of it was correct. Her movements resuming gave you your answer. Your whimpers and mewls filling the room.

"Cum darling" was all the permission you needed to be thrown over the edge. The fingers inside you helping ride out the pleasure.

The empty feeling had a whine of protest tumbling from your lips until you felt her fingers at your lips.

"Open" she commanded and you did instantly accepting her fingers moaning at the taste of yourself. "Suck" and you did so making sure to clean every drop of your essence. "Good girl" she praised as she watched with lustful eyes. Withdrawing her fingers and her body from yours you watched as your with walked to the box containing all your special items. Arousal instantly working its way to your core despite the pleasure you'd just received. You need more. Can you really be shocked? Your wife is absolutely stunning.

Larissa returned with some of your favourites. Restraints that were swiftly and expertly attached to you. Only then did you spot your favourite next to your wife's favourite toy. Oh this was going to be an experience for you both. Larissa settled herself once more between your thighs and let out a teasing breath at your centre. Delighting in the fact your breath hitched in your throat. "Little one you have to be good for me now okay? Then maybe I'll reward you" nodding in acceptance you whimpered "please mommy I'll be good"

Only then did you feel the rabbit inside of you as your wife turned it on watching your reaction intensely. Your body responding to the strong vibrations instantly. You immediately began the climb to your climax eyes closed focused on the pleasure the toy provided. It was only when your name was moaned breathlessly that you half opened your eyes to find the source. Of course your wife had her own hand working herself to an orgasm alongside you. Her unwavering gaze fixed onto your dripping sex. "Oh fuck mommy! God please fuck"

"Darling fuck your so gorgeous for me." She panted out in a response to your own moans. You could tell by the shaking of your thighs you were close to the edge. "Mommy please please I need to-" a moan cut off your sentence but luckily your wife knew what you wanted. Herself teetering on the edge of her own climax. "Cum for mommy baby. Such a good slut" she moaned out as she feel over the edge which in turn threw you over your own.

After her own climax she approached you again this time instructing you to clean her own fingers. Eyes still fixed at your soaked centre. The vibrator still working at between your thighs at a maddening pace. Larissa enjoyed watching you withering against the bed as the toy continued its assault on you. It was drawing the most delicious and pathetic noises from you that spurred her own arousal to grow once more.

You were quickly becoming overstimulated. You had no clue how many orgasms your body had gave and no idea how many you had left to give. The toy keeping its brutal sensations going. How long had it been? Your wife transfixed at the sight. Tears had long since started to fall as you squirmed desperately trying to get a break from the sensations. A cry tore through you as you came once again your wife's name on your lips. Oh how broken you sounded and all for her. A small sigh mixed with a whine at the empty feeling left your lips as she removed the item and turned it off throwing it somewhere else. That's future hers problem. Right now with You restrained and so deliciously spread for her she only had one thought. You felt her free your lips placing a gentle kiss at the red marks caused by your desperation to touch your wife forgetting that you couldn't move.

"You're such a needy little thing hmm?" She stated eyeing the state of your exhausted body. Knowing you wouldn't have the ability string a coherent sentence you nodded weakly. Only then did you notice your wife adorning her favoured red strap. When did she put that on? Fuck. Your thighs pressed together to ease the ache that remained at the sight. "Oh my darling do you need mommy to be inside of you?" She taunted approaching your centre.

"P-please mommy fuck me" you whined pathetically seeing your wife use the ample amount of slickness to coat the fake cock.

"My pretty one of course I will you asked so nicely" she whispered coming down to kiss you as she entered you. The moan was lost in your kiss as she stilled allowing your sensitive sex to adjust. Sweat coated your body from the previous assault on your body it wasn't long before you started climbing the familiar path once more. Seeing your pleasure and the thrusts of her own hips was equally bringing your wife to the same path. Tears once again streaming as she continued to pound into your over sensitive cunt. "Cum baby" was growled into your ear and you let yourself fall once more. But this thrusting of her hips never slowed as you began to climb again? Or were you still cumming? God you didn't know but your exhausted body was struggling.

"Come on pretty girl I want one more from you. Give mommy one more" she purred never stopping her rhythm.

"I - fu-I no- can't- please- mommy" you whimpered hips meeting her thrusts.

"Oh but you can darling and you will. I want one more and you will give it. " she demanded her dominant tone soaking her words. "Come on little one I know you can do it such a good girl for me."

She snaked her hand down your exhausted body to rub circles onto your clit. "I want you to cum now y/n" and you did with a silent scream. Your withering body riding the waves of pleasure spurring the older women to let herself fall once more. Only slipping from your soaked cunt once she was sure you both had rode your highs out. The whine you let out at the sensation showing just how ruined you were. You lay there exhausted covered in sweat with a satisfied smile plastered on your lips. Your wife quickly rid her self of the strap before coming to gather you in her arms. She knew you needed this to come back from the subspace you were in.

Her fingers trailed over your exposed skin allowing you to feel her breathing. "Little one I need you to come back to mommy now" she whispered into your hair. You whined not really processing what was happening right now. Larissa had completely fucked you dumb. You sat in her embrace until you finally came back to her. "Darling you did so good for me. Do you need anything a drink? A snack? A bath? Cuddles?" She listed off some of your favourite aftercare and you knew whatever you asked she would do in a heartbeat. "Cuddles mommy" you whimpered already feeling your eyes fluttering closed at the thought of her.

"Of course my love. Let's be sleepy heads hmm? Such a good girl you did so well my love" she reassured you as you gave into the exhaustion. The last things you remember are the sound of her voice and feeling so incredibly loved and cared for.

Word count ~ 3265~

*Authors note~ 3000 words just for you all having to wait I hope I have done this some justice feel free to send me any more prompts i actually adored writing this*

#fanfic #larissa weems #wednesday netflix #gwendoline christie #larissa x reader #larissa weems x reader #principleweemsxreader #larissa weems smut #asks are always appreciated #send asks #keep the asks coming

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addictedbespoke · 2 years ago

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back2thebasics · 7 months ago

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Gojo X Reader - First post!

MDNI - 18+ - Fem Reader x Satoru Gojo

Gojo x Reader - Bad Reputation

Synopsis: You're tasked with being a publicist for Satoru Gojo. For most the job would be a dream come true but you dread the job because of his recent behavior. Nights out partying till 3 am and leaving with random women. You decide to schedule an in-person meeting to discuss his recent paparazzi pictures and his declining reputation.

I drew the fanart myself and I will be posting it in a separate post.

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He’s late as always. You watch as he casually strolls into the small restaurant without a care in the world. He wears a pair of black designer sunglasses and a mostly black outfit to match. It's a stark comparison to his icy white hair which is perfectly coiffed. He spots you and smiles wider in that cheeky grin that you have grown accustomed to. His long strides bring him to you in a few steps.

“Wow, look at you today. You're all dolled up. Is there a special occasion?” He teases and pulls out the chair across from you then plops down into it somehow remaining graceful.

“These are just my professional clothes, also you're late. I've been waiting an hour for you. Where were you?” you ask, hiding most of your impatience.

“Sorry I was busy. I had to drop someone off.” He replies.

“Please tell me you were discreet about it.” You scrunch your brow knowing the answer already.

“Does it matter? You're the one who told me last week that I have a reputation as a womanizer.” Gojo’s piercing blue eyes barely visible beneath his shades.

“Yeah but if you want that sponsorship to choose you over the other candidate, you're gonna have to clean up your act. They're looking for someone that is marketable to a wide audience not some playboy who is out clubbing every night.” You let your emotions show in your tone a little more.

This man will make you go gray early with the way you have been juggling his public image. Despite everything you have gone through for his career, you found yourself thinking about him more than you should.

“Alright whatever you say, darling. I'll tone it down but only on one condition.” Satoru leans forward propping his elbows on the table.

“What do you want?” You ask skeptically.

“Go on a night out with me. Not for work but just for fun. The rules are no thinking of work and if you hate it then you never have to do it again. I'll be good, but only if you let loose for one night. So what do you say?” Gojo quirks his head slightly waiting for your response.

“So just one night and you'll stop all the partying and the hookups? It seems way too easy, what's the catch?” You scrunch your brows not buying a word.

“Catch? There's no catch. I promise. Come on it’ll be fun. Think of it like a work trip, but it's all fun and no business. Sounds like fun right?” He tries to convince you flashing his perfect white teeth in an arrogant smile.

“Fine but no funny business okay, and I'm not leaving after the bar closes. I decide when it's time to go.” You set your terms.

“Deal.” His smile is blinding.

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A few nights later…

You enter the club with Satoru following behind you. Of course he picked the most popular spot in the city. You have been to clubs before but you prefer the chill atmosphere of a nice bar instead of extremely loud music and sweaty bodies grinding against each other. You dressed up for the vibe of the place. A small tight black dress and heels paired with a full glam. If there are gonna be pictures of you two in the press at least you will look good. It is inevitable but after tonight he has promised to tone it down to make your job easier. All you have to do is get through the night. Should be easy right?

Gojo walks over to the VIP section immediately after the bouncer nods you in and lets you skip the long line outside. I guess being this famous has its perks. You feel a strong hand on the small of your back. You look back to see Gojo smile down at you and nod over to the bar. He leans down to say something in your ear so you can hear him over the music.

“Can I get you a drink, darling?” You feel his breath against your neck and it sends tingles down your spine. You blush and look over to the busy bar where there is another line forming.

“Yeah I guess one drink wouldn't hurt but it looks pretty busy we might have to wait a while.” You reply into his ear which is at a perfect height with him leaning down. He pulls back and smiles with a wink before continuing to lead you further into VIP.

Hidden away in the back of VIP is a second bar that is way less busy and looks to have all the top shelf liquors. He leads you to a set of two leather armchairs on the left of the bar. He sits down in one of them and then motions for you to sit as well.

“Shouldn't we go order?”

Right as the question leaves your mouth a gentleman dressed in an all black suit approaches both of you carrying a tray. He sets down a carafe of ice water and a set of empty glasses.

“What can I get you and the lovely lady tonight Sir?” He questions seeming to know Gojo already. He must be a regular here.

“I’ll take a whiskey on the rocks.” He motions to you for your order.

“I’ll take a mojito.” You tell the server

“Perfect, I will be back with those drinks in a minute.” The server goes to the bar and gives the order to the bartender.

“So are you having fun yet?” Satoru starts the conversation. He sits leaning back in the chair his leg crossed like he owns the place.

“Yeah, this place is nice.” You lie

“Be honest with me. I can tell when you lie you have a horrible poker face you know.” He jokes looking around the club to the dance floor where an ocean of bodies grind to the music.

“Okay fine, you want me to be honest. Its too hot in here and I feel a little self conscious. I don't know its stupid. Nevermind.” You try to brush it off

“Self conscious? You look hot right now.” He flirts.

“Satoru, stop your my boss, it's weird for you to say I'm hot.” Youre caught off guard by the unexpected compliment. Why is your heart racing suddenly?

“What? I can't say the truth? You are looking stunning this evening not that you don't look good everyday.” Gojo remains cool as a cucumber while you look more like a tomato from the harmless flirting. That’s all this is right? The server returns with the tray of drinks and places them down on the table next to the water. He leaves with a polite nod and you pick up your drink gulping it down needing a little buzz. Satoru takes a sip of his whiskey and sets it back down. He looks over at you with a look you've never seen from him before.

“Follow me I know somewhere less crowded.” He stands taking his drink with him. You do the same and don't have time to question anything before he walks towards a set of double doors. Once inside, you see that it's a pool room set up with 2 pool tables and some couches near the back. The room is completely empty and much cooler in temperature than the rest of the club. He grabs a pool cue from the wall and turns to face you with a cheeky smile.

“Have you ever played before?” He asks handing you the cue and grabbing one for himself.

“No, I've never played. I don't know how.” You reply truthfully. You have no idea how to play and lying won't help you.

“That's okay I can teach you.” He says like it’s no big deal and then he walks over to you and stands behind you. He positions you and instructs you how to shoot but you can't focus with how close he is to you. You feel his strong chest pressing against your back and he gently cradles your arms to show you the proper hand placement. You know your face is probably beet red but you nod along to his explanations trying your best to listen to the rules of the game.

After playing a couple games and him winning both of them you both sit on the couch to finish your drinks. You've been nursing your drink so you don't feel different from when you walked in.

“For a beginner, you're pretty good. Not everyone can keep up with me so that's a sign of natural talent.” He laughs leaning back into the leather sofa and taking a sip of his Whiskey. He has also been drinking slow which is surprising given his recent history of nights on the town.

“Or a sign that I have a good teacher.” You wink at him letting go a little.

“You're right, it's all about how well you listen to instruction.” His tone takes on a flirtatious tone.

Your eyes meet his, he has ditched his usual sunglasses tonight. His crystal clear eyes search yours like he is reading your thoughts. You hope he can't because it would be very embarrassing for you.

“So do you have a boyfriend?” He asks casually still keeping his eyes on you but they start to roam a little as he looks down at your body. You feel your cheeks heat more and you break eye contact. You try to control the flutters in the pit of your stomach at the inquiry.

“No.” Your answer is simple and softly spoken.

“That's good.” His reply is the same

“Why would that be a good thing?” You ask a little breathless from the way your heart rams into your chest again and again.

“Because then I don't have any competition.” He smiles at you but his eyes are heated and his gaze still roams over your body.

“Woah wait a minute, I'm not some toy that you can play around with Satoru. If you brought me here to use like one of your hookups, then you've got it all wrong.” You stand up quickly the flutters dying out at the thought of being just another one of his conquests that he will drop off at 5am.

“Is that what you think of me? That I am just some playboy incapable of feeling something for someone without there being sex involved?” He asks quirking a brow. He sounds almost hurt that you see him that way.

“No, but I am your publicist I didn't exactly think you were flirting with me when I asked you to meet up so you could clean up your act.” You grab the wine glass and chug the rest of the red wine.

“Why do you think I suddenly started acting out and bringing attention to myself when that wasn't an issue before?” Gojo chuckles downing the rest of his drink as well. He looks off pensively.

“What? So you did all that to get my attention. Trust me there are other ways to do that! I dont know a text or email would have done the job.” You pace in front of the couches running your hand through your hair. The last 2 month's worth of stress pushing down on you, the late nights trying to get bad paparazzi pictures off the internet were just the tip of the iceberg.

“That's lame and so not my style. I must admit the first time was an accident and then when you called me and got all mad at me I just thought it was… I don't know cute.” He watches you pace his eyes following your movement.

“Cute!? It was not cute, I’ll tell you that. It was stressful and infuriating to see pictures of you drunk with some random girl leaving a club every night. Do you know how hard it is to get paparazzi to delete stuff like that? I had to pay off so many people. Yeah sure it was with your money but still!” You vent not even caring that he is your boss anymore. He put you through this so he gets to sit here and listen to your rant.

“Another thing that got me hooked was seeing you get jealous. Although you might not admit it to me. Every time you would call I could hear it in your voice.” Gojo looks amused but you can tell he is being serious.

“I am not!” The lie leaves your lips and as it does, the realization hits you. You are jealous.

The silence confirms it.

“Fine. Maybe I am a little jealous but what does it matter? I'm still your publicist.” You grumble crossing your arms in defiance.

He stands up towering over you and he walks over to you standing close enough that you need to tilt your head up to look at him.

“Then I'll just fire you. Simple as that.” Satoru says it like it's the simplest logical answer.

“What? No! You don't have to fire me. Just tell me what you want.” You look up into his ocean eyes searching to see if he is joking, but it is the most serious you've ever seen him. He usually has a laid back nonchalance to him but not right now. His heated gaze and the way he leans into you intently the tension between the two of you is electrifying.

“I am interested in you and I have never been this intrigued by someone before. So if you will agree I would like to see where this goes.” Gojo looks at you with desire and yearning. You can see that he has been thinking about this a lot.

“Okay fine we can see where this goes but I am going to be honest I don't know where to start.” You look away feeling embarrassed. You don't have a lot of experience and especially not in situations like these. Does he want to go on a proper date or skip all that stuff?

“Maybe we can start here.” You feel his hand gently grasp your chin as he turns you towards him to look at him once more. He leans in and has to bend down to accommodate for the height difference. Your breath catches in your throat and threatens to leap out of your chest. He gets closer and the instinct to close your eyes takes over as his lips finally meet yours. There are instant sparks and something inside you snaps. Your lips press together and the kiss intensifies as he gently swipes his tongue across your bottom lip. You can't stop the moan that comes from you and he pulls away smirking.

“We can slow it down.” Gojo looks like he is holding himself back. The thought of stopping makes your stomach twist. You want him too.

“No.” The response is rushed and breathless.

Satoru pulls you in for another kiss. This one is more hungry and intense than the last. You let out another soft moan and his hands slide down to cup your ass. The hem of your dress is near the tips of his fingers and if he wanted to, he could pull your dress off in one quick motion. Your heart skips a beat at the thought of that happening. He pulls away again and his face remains inches away from yours.

“Should I lock the door?” he asks his voice low because of the close proximity.

You simply nod not wanting to fumble over a response and ruin the moment. You have had sex before but something about Satoru Gojo is different.

He makes you feel shy and flustered. As he turns to go lock the door, you watch him saunter away with his usual walk but a little more rushed. You admire his wispy white locks that you resisted gripping when you were kissing. Your gaze travels down his muscled back towards the narrow hips that make his shoulders look bigger. Then you stare at his butt a little, his tight dress pants make it look so cute and you think about how he would react if you tried to grab it. The thought makes you smile and you don't notice how quickly he has turned around because he catches you staring at his ass.

“Are you enjoying what you see beautiful?” He taunts teasingly as he strides over to you.

“Oh, my god I was definitely not checking you out.” You laugh trying to play off the embarrassment.

“Oh, you definitely were.” Gojo reaches you and his body backs you into the nearest pool table. He boxes you in and places his strong forearms on either side of you. He leans down and your heart rate picks up

“So where were we?” He asks in a sultry voice,

“I don't know you tell me.” You reply with a slight challenge.

He responds with actions instead of words and he pulls you into another passionate kiss. He slides his large hands down your body and then when he reaches your ass he surprises you by lifting you up and setting you down on the edge of the pool table. It adjusts your height difference and he no longer needs to bend down to reach your lips. Now that you are the same height you lace your arms around his neck and the previous urge to run your fingers through his hair overpowers you. His hair is so soft and fine that it feels like silk and you hear a low rumble coming from Gojo when you gently grip it in between your fingers.

His large hands grip your hips and he pulls you in even closer until you are pressed up against him and you can feel something hard pressing against your lower stomach. You moan into the kiss and slide one hand down from his neck to his crotch once you reach your target your hand lightly rubs over it over his pants and he nips your bottom lip before pulling away. He pulls back far enough so he can look you in the eyes and he looks conflicted.

“If we keep this up. I- “He huffs, cutting himself off and then he continues.

“I don't want you to think this is just about sex.” His tone turns more serious and his eyes search yours to see what you're feeling.

“I didn't mean what I said earlier. You're right, I was jealous when I saw you with those girls but I pushed it away because I thought the feeling was stupid.” You reply telling him the truth.

All those photos you saw and all the times you wished you were the woman in the picture with him. Now that fantasy was coming true.

“You know I never actually hooked up with any of those girls in the photos. I only escorted them home because they were too drunk.” Gojo tells you and from his sincere expression you can tell he isn't lying.

“So you were just being some hero all along making sure women got home safe. Here I was stressing that you were going off the rails.” You can't help but laugh.

“I’m not a hero for doing the right thing, I'm just a responsible owner.” He replies casually.

“Owner? You own this place?” You question shocked. You knew he had a few properties in the city but he didn't mention he owned clubs.

“Yeah this one and a few others you have probably already seen me leaving. All for work purposes. Did I have a drink or two on the job, of course, but I wasn't there to party like you thought. Was I going to tell you that? Absolutely not. All because of those phone calls I'd get from you the next morning where you’d scold me and use your cute little annoyed voice. I'm sorry it caused you stress, but I didn't know how to get you to talk to me more.” Gojo smiles at you and he looks almost nervous.

You making him nervous gives you the confidence to say what you're thinking without restraint.

“You know, it’s funny, because I used to fantasize about being one of those girls. I would imagine what it would be like to be with “The Satoru Gojo” and I would think of all the things you would do to me. I always repressed those thoughts thinking I was delusional for thinking about you that way.” You recall the nights you stayed up tossing and turning over your confused feelings for your client.

Satoru grasps your chin and smiles devilishly at you.

“Is that so? You've been thinking about me. What do I do to you in these fantasies?” He questions you teasingly, and it sends a new wave of heat through your body.

“You see me on a night out and you order me a drink then you kiss me and we fuck in the bathroom of the club or your car.” You tell him exactly what you picture in your mind.

“Well lucky for us being the boss comes with a bit more privacy.” He jokes and leans in again.

You kiss him with need and undo his pants and he gently lifts your ass to pull up your tight black dress. You help him by lifting your ass a little so he can successfully take off your dress. You're left in a black lacy set that you chose to go with the black satin dress. You're happy you decided on a matching set tonight not thinking anyone would see it especially not Gojo. He admires your body and pulls down his pants leaving him in tight black boxers. He unbuttons his shirt his eyes tracing over every single inch of your exposed skin.

You take your turn admiring his body when he finally peels off his shirt to reveal sculpted abs, and a broad muscled chest. You can't help but touch as you place your hands over his warm chest. His beautiful ivory skin, decorated with beauty marks like the finishing touches to an artist's masterpiece.

“There are no words for a sight like this. You are absolutely breathtaking my darling.” He glides his hands over your thighs which are parted around his hips. He suddenly seems to get an idea and you watch as he lowers himself to kneel in front of you. You still sit on the edge of the pool table so his face is now eye level with your lacy black thong.

“How about I help you relieve some of the stress I caused in the past 2 months. It's the least I can do.” His confident borderline arrogant cadence turns you on even more.

“Well, I guess you're right. I would like compensation for the gray hairs and the frown lines I will develop soon.” You joke but run your fingers through his hair and he makes a low humming sound in his chest as he slowly pulls your thong down your thighs. He looks you in the eye and you keep your hand gripped in his hair as he reveals your soaking wet pussy. Gojo grips the back of your knees and in one swift moment he scoops you up so your bottom half is dangling off the pool table being supported by his strong grip on your thighs. You let go of his hair and lean back on your elbows on the soft velvet table and watch as he kisses your inner thighs trailing down to your core. You enjoy the sight of it and feel your pussy getting even wetter. He finally reaches your dripping slit and licks a trail from the bottom of your opening to your clit. You gasp and let out a soft moan.

“Mm, you taste so sweet beautiful” He looks up at you with sparkling blue eyes and you grip his hair a little tighter.

He goes back to your core and focuses on your clit sucking it gently and flicking his tongue. Your eyes roll back and your head falls back as you release a breathy moan. He keeps the suction from his lips around your clit and teases a finger at your entrance. He enters it slowly and your hips squirm enjoying the slightly larger size than your own. Your moans grow louder as he begins to curl the finger hitting your g spot just right. He increases the suction and speed and it tips you over the edge. You've never come this fast in your life and your legs begin to shake uncontrollably. You ride the orgasm and he doesn't stop until you're coming down from the second wave.

“Does that feel better? I love seeing you come for me.” He praises you looking at you with the most satisfied smirk.

“I want you Satoru.” Your response is breathy and comes out as a plea. Your throbbing pussy aches for him.

You sit up and he stands up so you can see the thick outline of his large shaft through the tight black fabric of his briefs. You help him pull it down and off and you watch as his large cock springs free of the restrictive material.

Your mouth almost waters at the sight of it and you make a mental note to return the favor later. He surprises you when he picks you up and you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him giggling a little when he walks the both of you to the nearest couch where he puts you down. His large body hovers above yours as he lines his tip to your slick entrance. He enters nice and slow and you feel as he fills you inch by inch until his full length is inside you.

“Fuck, you're so tight baby.” Gojo readjusts himself and then slowly pulls out to push back in. You're not used to someone his size so there is a slight discomfort but it only lasts a few thrusts and then it’s replaced with pleasure. You moan as he picks up the pace slightly and gently squeezes your tit with one hand while the other keeps him from crushing you with his body weight. He leans back and you watch him fuck you slowly. Then he slowly increases pace looking into your eyes.

“You are so pretty when you’re under me moaning on my cock.” He praises you his heated gaze admiring you. He takes both of your hands and pins them above your head with one hand. You feel a rush of pleasure as your pussy clenches.

“Satoru fuck that's so good.” You moan out.

“Oh you like that beautiful. I felt your tight little pussy grip my cock.”

“Yes I love it so much.” You reply feeling hazy from the pleasure. Gojo teases your nipple with his thumb and index and the slight twinge of pain when he plucks sends a rush of wetness to your already soaked cunt. He grunts taking on a fast slightly rougher pace. He pumps into you holding onto your legs so he can spread you wide for him. He reaches down with one hand and rubs circles on your clit with his thumb. Your moans get louder and needier as you climb up to the peak of another orgasm. It crashes into you just as strongly as the first one and you see stars as he pounds you through the toe curling climax. Once you're finished, he does not stop. He fucks you hard and fast, pounding into you. You feel yourself building to a third orgasm, Satoru's pace does not slow and his hand returns to your clit. He pushes you to climax once more just as he reaches his own. He pulls out swiftly to cum on your abdomen. You watch as he releases, and the sight is magnificent. Gojo leans forward to kiss your forehead and then he peppers kisses down your face until he reaches your lips where he gives you another deep passionate kiss. He pulls away and quickly walks over to a bar cart in the room containing a few cloth napkins. He grabs a few and returns to you to clean up your stomach. You watch as he cleans you attentively making sure to clean it properly. He helps you put on your underwear and dress before he dresses himself.

“Now I'm sure you're already aware about the paparazzi waiting for us outside. I will hold your hand the whole time just close your eyes for the bright flashes, and I'll lead you to my car.” He tells you caressing your hair.

“Oh, trust me I came prepared for that. That was also part of my fantasy.” You joke and he laughs and gives you a kiss before leading both of you out through the back where a small crowd of paparazzi stand in the back alley.

The flashes are blinding but you close your eyes and let the strong hand guide you. You trust him and while he leads you to his car. You remember seeing those pictures of him in this exact spot. Now you're the one leaving the club with him and as the camera flashes surround you, you can't help but smile.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic #jjk smut #gojo satoru #satoru gojo smut #gojou satoru x reader #reader x satoru #gojo x reader

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firecooking · 1 year ago

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A fun piece that took me WAY too long to complete!

I wanted to draw out the Z stacks for my humanoid au and do something fun with the outfits and the posing. I almost always draw them in some form of work uniform or in their formal gear and while that's pretty accurate for most situations they also have non work good clothes, of course in shades of Zero Marine Bigg City approved browns and blacks.

I also wanted to highlight more personal styles with them as well as keeping the context of the 1920s in mind! I also gave them all weapons for fun!

Zip has a VERY stylish youthful way of dressing for the 1920s, his bow tie would be seen as rather formal in contrast to his outfit which would be very youthful and in matching, shorts don't match with sweaters, boots don't match short sleeves, young men often dressed 'eclectically' to 'stand out'. Zip Carries a rather standard hunting rifle, he doesn't much like to use it, but it lets him stay away from danger while protecting himself. He's a small guy and doesn't like to be in the action, the gun lets him keep his distance, and he quite likes that. He does know how to use it and will if necessary.

Zug wears a pretty average day suit, it's pants cut is a little big and the coat is a sport cut, he'd been seen as basically a lousy dresser, sorta like a used car sales man. Zug carries a Tommy Gun, he's a small guy and it gets the job done.

Zorran dresses in a modern for the time business suit, the cut is straight on the pants and jacket and the bi coloured pants and jacket would be seen as a more relaxed choice and he's forgone the vest of old. Winged saddle shoes complete the look, he would be a snazzy dresser in the eclectic sense like Zip. Zorran is a resourceful man and will fight with anything at hand, but a good old fashioned lead pipe is easy enough to carry and conceal and even easier to ditch without suspicion

Zebedee forgoes convention, instead going for comfort and a relaxed fit. The Zoot Suit is still two decades out but the smoking suit is making its debut, considered a wasteful use of fabric Zebedee is on the cutting edge of fashion, even if he just wanted something comfortable. He is a fan of brass knuckles, if he has to fight he'd rather brawl fair and square

Zak, like Zorran, forgoes a piece of the standard business suit, However his piece of choice is the Vest, which sets him firmly into casual. With a dark grey shirt and matching tie, pants, hat and shoes, Zak is scrubbing against the grain of fashion conventions of the time, Zak would be kicked out of a fancy restaurant on sight in such an outfit. Zak keeps a switch blade on him at all times, he's a big fan of stiletto style knives, they make quick work of any target

Zaffre opts to forgo feminine dress but doesn't abandon women's wear. The Blazer is in its second decade as women wear, note the lack of collar notches on the blazer and the single button, and the loose fitting light fabric pants are the trend with young flappers for day wear. Her shirt and tie are what step back into men's wear but are not unheard of anymore. She's young and a great example of a second generation suffragette, the right to vote is just the first step, you know. Zaffre hasn't opted for any weapons yet, the hat pins and batons of days past are not needed when you are ready and willing to beat someone to death with your bare hands. Maybe she'll find something someday

Also have a high chart because I am terrible at drawing them to scale, by 1920s average heights they are all pretty average, Zug and Zaff being extreme but not unheard of, by today's average heights literally all of them are average and below with Zug being unheard of as a 'normal' hight

#the fire burns #burnings #art #illustration #this is tugs #z stacks #tugs zorran #tugs zaffre #tugs zebedee #tugs humanized #tugs zip #tugs zak #tugs zug #wepons #guns #gun #knife #knives

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miradelletarot · 9 months ago

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Part 1: The Dance - The Weave and the Vines

Author's Note: I know I made a poll, but I am gonna experiment with something. Gonna start posting my chapters to my series on here and linking to Ao3 instead of just posting the link. Let's see how that goes. TAGS: Angst, Fluff, Mentions of family member death, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, and some mild nudity

Summary:

Despite the looming threat of the Absolute, Sagora still has her grove on her mind. Back home, she would have performed her ritual to its members as a rite of passage. Instead, she attempts the rite before her campmates while attempting to hide the grief welling up inside her.

Gale does his best to comfort her in her time of need, but could there be something more? Words: 3,241 | Link: AO3

Sagora poked her head out of her tent, and offered a quick glance at the sky. A full moon, indeed. She thought.

It didn’t take long for her to gather a small collection of spell components, and the antlered crown she fashioned for this such occasion. It was carefully woven with vines, thin branches, and several flowers yet to be opened. At its center, a small emerald – found on their travels – nestled within. She left her tent, and made her way to Volo with instructions for the music she needed him to play for her rite. He was the closest thing to an instrumentalist they had on hand, and she figured he would suffice for now. Anything was better than silence. They had spent a few days collaborating on the project that Volo felt more than at ease with the task requested of him. Sagora left him to continue practicing and tuning his lute, turning her attention to other matters. Sagora’s final stop was at the campfire. She took the small bottle of moon water she collected, and her various spell components and set them down on a small cloth nearby. By now, everyone in camp started to gather. This rite isn’t something outsiders would ever see, and everyone’s curiosity hung in the air like a cloud threatening to release its storms. Even Lae’zel’s interests were piqued – an uncommon state for her to be in regarding the affairs of others, though her curiosity got the better of her. Sagora stood up from her collection of herbs and vials only to be met with a curious, yet concerned - or was it embarrassed - wizard. “Ahhh…Sagora?”

“Yes, Gale?” She turned to face him. He stammered, clearly trying to be thoughtful and eloquent, but failing abysmally. “So, uhmm. Your outfit choice is rather…ah – unique.” She looked down at her attire. While it wasn’t quite the traditional garb for this occasion, it was the closest thing she could find at the Emerald Grove trader. She wore figure-hugging leggings, and a long, flowy open top. Sagora was otherwise quite exposed despite trying to keep the thin, robe-like coverup closed until the rite began. The airy fabric left nothing to the imagination as the cool air pricked her skin. “Oh, yes, I’m sure this is…unusual. But, this is the best I could find to honor the rite. The attire – and lack thereof – are symbolic.” Gale, trying to stifle the heat rising in his cheeks, couldn’t ignore the curiosity that came naturally to him. “Symbolic? How so?” “This rite is performed in my grove when the first druid steps down…or dies .” She trailed off, trying to casually turn her gaze from him. She crouched back down to her supplies to try and look busy so Gale couldn’t see the pain in her eyes. “The attire, the fire dance, and spells cast throughout, not only represent our abilities and experience, but how we allow ourselves to be vulnerable. We bear our heart and soul to invite Silvanus’ blessing in. It strengthens our connection to the divine, and our performance demonstrates that we are willing to give of ourselves as a leader of the grove. This tradition has been practiced by all of the women in leadership since the grove’s creation.” “And this rite has to be performed by you?” Gale focused intently on his eagerness to learn, and understand. He was a gentleman after all. Sagora lowered her tone, trying her best to maintain control over her words. “Yes. I am the next in line. Assuming the grove hasn’t presumed me dead yet.” Rising back to her feet, she walked around the fire putting distance between her and Gale. The soft glow of the flames accented her features. While reverence filled her stoic expression, Gale could sense there was a note of sadness. She should be with her grove , he thought. This must be difficult for her . * * * “Hey, Good looking!” Karlach’s joyful nature was precisely what Sagora needed in this moment. “I hope you don’t mind an audience, because this shit looks seriously fuckin’ cool.” She practically danced with excitement as she spoke.

“Oh, well, I can’t exactly command you all to go to your tents and ignore the very obvious ritual that’s about to happen.” A small giggle escaped her lips. “I don’t mind at all. I can’t promise it will be the most exciting thing you’ve ever seen, but –” Sagora cut herself off. Another wave of emotion she had to stifle. “ – it’s important .” She picked up the crown she made, and carefully placed it on her head. “I’d offer to tie your ribbons for you, Soldier, but I might catch your hair on fire.” Karlach was genuinely concerned for her friend’s well-being, but always seemed to make her words as jovial as possible. “Here, Darling. Allow me.” Astarion appeared seemingly out of nowhere. With a delicate, and effortless motion he joined the ribbons together securing the small crown to Sagora’s head. “If you’re going to put weeds in your hair the least I can do is make you look good. I couldn’t possibly watch this nonsense if you looked like a disheveled mess.” Sagora grinned. She’s learned that it’s not like Astarion to be blatantly nice. He always had to pepper his words with sarcasm and sass…a mask he wore so casually. Sagora was finally ready, and everyone settled in to watch. “I’ll be casting a few spells during the rite so you all may want to keep a bit of distance. If I do this right, the flowers on the crown should bloom.” She opened the small bottle of moon-blessed water, and poured some into her hand. Setting the bottle down, she painted the water all over her face and neck. Her skin glistened momentarily before the heat of the fire evaporated the remaining moisture. Volo perched himself on a large rock nearby as he prepared for his own part of the performance. Sagora crouched down next to the fire, crossing her arms in front of her. Before lowering her head to her chest, she gave Volo a quick glance to signal that it was time to begin. Volo delicately plucked the strings of his lute. For the ridiculous man he was, he took his part quite seriously.

As the first notes began to play, she slowly and thoughtfully rose as if she was a flower in bloom. She lifted her hands to the sky, and beckoned the moon to join her in her performance with a reverent bow. Her movements flowed around the fire like water threatening to snuff the flames. The careless, flitting fabric of her top flowing like leaves in the wind. Her breasts, framed by the airy cloth, were now fully exposed to everyone – to Silvanus, her ancestors, to nature, and the merry band of misfits in camp with whom she traveled. Everyone gazed with wonder as Sagora danced, her delicate spins, leaps, and kicks almost in concert with the flames beside her. Sagora made her way to the north side of the fire. With precision, she conjured the earth beneath her. It surged higher than the nearby blaze, and stopped with a flourish. Like the wind, she floated to the East. With a few spins, she coaxed the winds to swirl around her. Her arms floated above her head directing the wind up to the sky. Now to the south, she stood tall like an old oak tree, and placed her hand over the fire. Gale watched her with a mesmerizing wonder glazing over his face. She winced as she focused her magic to her right hand to keep it from burning. Gale’s tadpole writhed, and his mind opened as a warm twinge of pain traveled to the palm of his own right hand. It jarred him away from the enthralling sensation he was once absorbed in. Did we connect ? He wasn’t sure if it was by accident or design. He looked back up towards her as the heat dissipated from his palms. She now had a small orb of fire she collected from the flames beside her. Carefully, she split the small fireball into two, focusing on the protective magic that sheathed her hands. Her dance was wild, but calculated, as the orbs turned into fiery ribbons that played around her body. With the streams of fire still in hand, and a gentle leap, she moved to the west side of the campfire. With great force, and a melodic incantation, she threw the fire into the air as rain cascaded from above, he orbs snuffing out with a hiss. Sagora was now drenched as the sudden deluge teemed from the vacant sky above her. Arms still raised, she reached behind her and arched back – her right leg lifting slightly towards the heavens – as she presented herself, once again, to the moon. She continued to ebb and flow around the fire with the music, and pirouetted near where Gale stood watching. His breath hitched as she stopped before him, breasts bare with beads of sweat trickling down her freckled skin. Sagora met his gaze, and extended her arms out wide in anticipation of yet another turn. She was focused, but silently baring her soul to Gale.

Tears . Why is she crying ? His wonder now completely replaced with concern. Sagora retreated closer to the fire, and with a final act of reverence to the moon, the rite was concluded. Now on her knees, folded in on herself, a fragrance filled the air as the buds in her crown opened up, indicating that the ritual was a success. Her campmates erupted in celebrations, but she didn’t hear it. She felt like she was underwater. The only sensations she noted were the sounds of her heart pounding, her tired breaths heaving wildly, and the hot tears that rained from her eyes. Sagora clutched the loose fabric back over her body and mourned silently. “ Thank you, Mother. ” she whispered. Sagora was too deep in her grief to notice the wizard had quietly knelt beside her. He was insightful enough to know that this was not just any ritual. She wasn’t crying from pain, or fatigue. She was mourning.

“Your mother would be very proud of you, you know.” Gale’s words were warm, delicate. Like a secret that danced on his tongue. Sagora sighed deeply. “She died days before I was taken by the illithids.” The words struggled to emerge amid the tears. “I barely got to say goodbye…”

Unsure if it was the right thing to do, Gale cautiously brought his arm around to her shoulder, and encouraged her to lean in. His touch was inviting, and her tired and cloudy mind instinctively drew her closer to him as she collapsed into his attentive embrace. She curled up into his chest like a child and wept. With a pained yet knowing glance, Astarion bowed his head and disappeared into the shadows towards his tent. Shadowheart, noticing his absence, followed his lead and silently gestured at the others to do the same. Only Gale and Sagora remained. The only sounds were the crackling of the fire, and her muffled wails as she heaved streams of tears into his robes.

* * *

Sagora awoke in her tent wrapped in her blanket. In her groggy state, she could tell the warmth coming from it was magical. The smell of eggs, bacon and fresh bread wafting in from outside her tent. She sat up, and stretched. Why do I have a shirt on? Whose shirt is this anyway? Her head pounded, pulling her away from her thoughts. She put her head in her hands to help soothe the ache when Gale’s voice resonated beyond her tent. “Sagora?” His voice was soft trying not to startle her. “Are you awake? I brought you breakfast…if you’re hungry.” His voice trailed off. Maybe I should leave her be – “Ohh…uh, come in.” The pain in her head pulsated, but she appreciated the gesture regardless. Gale emerged with a small plate filled with eggs, a couple slices of bacon, a piece of toast, and some apple slices. He set the plate down beside her so he could present her with the cup of coffee he brought in with it. “I’m sorry, there’s no cream…or sugar…but I hope this will do.” With a distressed look, Sagora thanked him for his thoughtful deed. “Hmm. One moment.” He quickly left, and returned with a small vial of bright red liquid swirling slowly inside. “Drink this...for the pain.” As he pointed to his own head in acknowledgement of her distress. Sagora expressed her gratitude with a gentle nod as she took the tiny vial from him, and gulped down its contents. Gale sat quietly for the few moments it took for the potion to take effect, and for the pain to subside.

He cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. “I, uhh, hope you don’t mind. I gave you one of my shirts.” His hand nervously rubbing the back of his neck, and heat rising in his face. Sagora blushed. Now that she wasn’t distracted by pain, she could detect the faintest smell of books and parchment from the fabric. This is one of his shirts. Clearly, he didn't have to undress her, but the thought of him tending to her as exposed as she was embarrassed her. Nevertheless, she was grateful for his thoughtful gesture. “Did you enchant my blanket?” She changed the subject, hoping to quell any continued embarrassment.

“I did. Quite silly for me to carry you in here away from the fire with no way to keep warm now, hmm?” He offered her a lazy smirk, and a soft glance trying to ease the nervous tension. Sagora felt more heat rise in her cheeks. Was it possible for her to blush more than she already had? Her face might be as red as her hair by now.

“I don’t remember falling asleep, honestly.” The last thing she could recall was sobbing, and the smell of Gale’s robes. He smelled like a library with an indistinct trace of the salty sea, the smoke from the nearby fire overtaking the delicate scent.

“You…cried yourself to sleep.” His voice was soft, and comforting.

“Oh. I see.” Her embarrassment set in once more as she shifted in her blanket to quickly grab a piece of bacon from her plate. She timidly broke bits of it apart hoping to distract herself from how foolish she felt. “I’m sorry…” She whispered. It wasn’t like her to feel so fragile. “ Please , don’t be. I hope I didn’t overstep your –”

“ – You didn’t.” Sagora was quick to interject. “I’m rather grateful.” Gale’s expression brightened slightly. “You were - are - very sweet, Gale.” A sheepish smile crept over her face, and a warm flush pricked her cheeks. Gale awkwardly cleared his throat again, and his heart began to race. “Oh. Uhm… Thank you .” He smiled, and glanced at her nearly untouched plate. “Well!” He declared as he quickly stood up. “You had better eat. We’ve a long day of walking ahead of us.” “Wait.” Sagora called to him as he turned to leave, and he eagerly turned back as if he half-expected her to call him over. “Would you like to join me?” She timidly pushed her hair behind her ear at the sound of her own request. Gale’s expression brightened. “ With pleasure. One moment.” He dashed out of her tent, and quickly returned with his own plate, a warm coffee, and one of his many books from his collection.

“Shall I bore you with the lovely details of Waterdeep?” He grinned, wiggling the book in his hand. Sagora chuckled. He was quite charming, if not a bit silly. “Please do, though I doubt I'll be bored.” She smiled, leaning in closer as he opened the tome. Taking advantage of their proximity, she drew in a deep, quiet breath, inviting his scent in. “It’s a fantastic city, but this book simply doesn’t do it justice.” He lazily thumbed through a few pages. “I’d love to show you sometime…if you’d like.” Sagora nodded.

“And I could take you to my grove. Uhm, If you’d like.” She smiled, and met his gaze. They were somehow closer than before as if drawn together by an invisible force. The last time they’d had a moment was when Gale showed her how to channel the Weave. She longed to be this close to him since that evening. The experience was intimate, sensual, safe . He made her feel safe...a feeling she hadn't experienced in quite a long time. “I’d love to.”

Gale’s eyes darkened as he leaned in, parting his lips slightly as he inched closer to her. Sagora felt breathless, almost intoxicated by his proximity as she drew closer to him, their foreheads now touching, and the warmth of their breaths mingling in the small space left between them. For a moment, they froze there in a still silence with nothing but the sound of their breathing tickling the air, the world outside of Sagora’s tent no longer existing. “May I kiss you ?” Gale’s request was barely a whisper. Sagora responded with a feather-light caress of her lips against his. He wrapped an arm around her, gently pulling her closer to him as he deepened their kiss. She shifted slightly to unearth part of the blanket she was still wrapped in, and with one arm she enveloped him in the enchanted warmth he created for her. Her other arm left the comfort of her blanket as she reached up to the nape of his neck, tangling her fingers through his wavy, brown hair. The sensation of her soft hands carding through his hair made him shudder. He licked the seam of her lips, coaxing her to open for him. She willingly gave in to the invitation, her breath hitching in her lungs at the intensity of his need. Gale’s tadpole squirmed as it connected to her, flashing his thoughts, feelings, and images of heat-driven breathing. It showed her the way she tasted to him, and she desired nothing more than to reciprocate the voracity with which their tongues danced. Her belly ached with desire, and she felt the damp of her own passions begin to slick her inner thighs. She grazed her hand along his thigh, his breath hitching at her fervent touch. It took every bit of self control for Gale to keep his racing heart in check, as the orb began to emit a gentle glow, though the twinge of pain that Gale tried to ignore in the moment was a grim reminder that he needed to keep himself in check, lest he bring everyone with him to his incendiary end. “ C’mon! Let’s Gooo! ” Karlach shouted to anyone in camp who would listen. She was not one for standing around, waiting for the world to pass her by, the world outside suddenly becoming part of their reality again. Their lips parted, but they stayed close. Gale released a small, breathy chuckle, noting Karlach's impatience. “I think we had better save this for another time. Our companions might start talking.” He smirked.

A sly grin of her own appeared. “If they’re talking that means they’re leaving us alone.” Gale let out a low growl as he scooped Sagora up into his arms. She wrapped the rest of the blanket around them both, and snuggled her small frame into his warm embrace.

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