#Just Mira's Submissions

[dirtpie39]

I was just mind f**ked by the ending of AiB s2 without my consent ya’ll ✨

[romaevelizz]

I Could Change Your Life

LAXUS D. x BlkFem!reader

sum: she was the guilds man eater. A woman that was not only beautiful, but powerful. Laxus yearned for her, he needed her.

warnings: reader uses voice magic(mind control)/labyrinth magic, suggestive, cursing, alcohol mentioned, jealous Laxus, tattoos mentioned. not proofread

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What made her so desirable, Laxus had come across plenty of beautiful women. He had watched her grown into the women she was now, gorgeous, desired, and strong. What changed that made him want her so badly. The way her eyes were always heavy and seductive, her dark features glowing, her hands soft and nails always done, how when she would talk to him she’d lean forward on the bar her finger teasing her glass. Her soft chuckle causing goosebumps on the back of his neck, they way she talks was so down to earth and classy, her mature dark aura is what made her respected. Her power over him is was made Laxus respect her.

That her simple teasing words made him yearn for her. He hated that she wouldn’t take jobs with him but rather go by herself or go with someone else. It’s not that she needed him by her side but he wanted to be by her. He wanted to be the man that stood behind her a powerful person that would look so good with her. He wanted to be needed by her. Pitiful. His friends around him telling him that she’d ruin his life and eat him alive, his own grandfather advising he’d leave her alone. But Laxus being Laxus ignored it, he wanted her to tear him apart, make him hers.

The sound of her heels made him look over, her hair pressed and parted neatly, the dark clothes she wore hugging her curves just right, her top corseted the back falling low, her arms exposed, pretty vine floral tattoos decorated her right arm it morphing into the back tattoo she had that ran down her spine, the half sleeves on her arms flown and open, her low rises sitting just right in her hips. His eyes traveled her body as she walked up to the bar a flyer in her hand, her full lips smiling at him giving a little wave.

“Already leaving?” He asked lifting his drink up to his lips.

The smile on her face still present “You act like I take days out there have some faith in me baby.” She said her eyes meeting his.

He rolled his eyes watching her as she handed the flyer to Mira, the two women exchanged some small banter before she turned back to him her glossy lips smiling at him. “You wanna go with me?”

His eyes locked with hers, lowering his glass down before glaring at her a bit. “If you wanna have an attitude you can stay here but I’m leaving now.” She spoke pushing off the counter her eyes watching him before facing the door of the guild hall.

Laxus quickly put his drink down following her. The job she took was a bit different she has to find a man a man the magic counsels been after for a while, someone who prayed on women and used illegal magic. “So you’re telling me you’re pretty much gonna play the stupid pretty dancer?” Laxus asked as he sat down in a chair watching her as she put earrings in and touched up her makeup.

The dress she wore was long and silky, the red dress sticking to her curves the open back leaving her tattoo out in the open a high slit on the right side that was teasing. her eyes met his through the mirror she watched as he let his eyes look over her. “kinda, not stupid i just have to lure him in,” she spoke turning to face him “i’ll be using my voice, i could be using the stage but him gonna sit in the bar with him.”

his eyes glared at her as she walked over to him her heels clicking with each step, “oh what’s that look for baby” she hummed, laxus felt light yet so heavy hearing her tone, her eyes squinting and smirk tugging at her lips. Her finger dragged along his cheek down to his chin. Laxus felt hot he felt so submissive.

Her smile menacing, as she used her magic “you’re not telling me something Laxus.” she whispered her lips close to his, her long nails digging into his face.

his eyes fell heavy, quickly his hand grabbed hers pulling it off his face “Don’t use your fucking magic on me, you know better” he growled snapping out of her hex. His face still close to hers, “Don’t be a bore, it’s all in a little fun.” she teased pulling back. All in a little fun caused him having to adjust his pants as he stood up.

Laxus stood back watching her as she got this man wrapped around her pretty finger. It angers him how she let him touch her, his filthy hand playing with the string that held the top of her dress up. His dirty fingers tracing her floral back tat. She was close leaning into him her face close to his a sickly smile on her lips. She let him touch her thigh, squeezing it as she whispered in his ear, her eyes glancing at laxus she she smirked. Laxus griped his glass, his eyes watching the criminals hand slide up her thigh getting closer and closer his lips kissing her neck. The short glass shattering in his hand, “Fuck.” he muttered, the glass shards cutting into his hand.

“Hurry up no need to sit there and tease him you’ve already got him let go.” he said touching the device in his ear.

she smiled acknowledging him. standing up she led him out the door the sway of her hips mesmerizing. Once out the door she pushed him against the wall opening her hand blowing a type of powder in his face. Laxus grabed the unconscious body, “Now we wait for the guards to come.” she hummed dusting her hands of.

The wait was by no means long but he couldn’t get that image out of his head, this mans hands all over her, that she let him touch her in a way. Glancing over she saw Laxus eyes were dark filled with something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Jealousy, possessiveness? It wasn’t a secret there was a mutual feeling between the two but neither of them ever decided to do anything about it.

Laxus wanted to do something about it, but what stoped him she wondered. The shared drunken nights as she would let him taker her to him place. His large hands holding her roughly and her kissed her body. His words stern yet a plea in his tone as he tone her he could changer her life. That he could give her anything she wanted. How he’d treat her perfectly, that he knew they were ment to be.

she closed her eyes taking a breath, her thighs pressing together thinking of how he talked to her so possessively. She stood up from the vanity, “I’m gonna take a bath than we can get something to eat..” she spoke.

Laxus watched as she pulled the string of her dress, the fabric bunching up around her feet. Fuck.. the only thing under the dress were a pair of black panties, he watched as she looked back smiling walking it the bathroom. Her eyes daring him to come and join her. He threw himself back groaning, his hands rubbing his face.

pushing off the bed he walked to the bathroom door. Turning the handle slowly before entering, “No manners to knock?” she hummed.

“not after that strip tease.” he spoke looking down at her in the bath the bubbles covering her.

he sat on the side of the tub, “Why do you act like that?” he asked.

she shrugged “if it bothers you truly i’ll stop, but i’ve always acted that way with you Lax,” she spoke hugging her knees to her chest.

“That’s not what i asked.”

her eyes meet his “there’s always been this tension between us no? i mean we’ve slept together plenty of times..” she said.

he nodded, his attention moved back to her a he hard the water splash. She had sat up on her knees her head tilted up to him, “What’s kept you form making me yours?” she asked her hands propping herself up.

His face grew warm “Letting other people influence my choice.” he muttered his eyes losing hers.

her hand pushed his head back to face her their eyes meeting again “ No one is here to stop you.” she whispered her lips close to his.

Leaning in he let his lips kiss hers, his hands holding her neck softly. The kiss grew heated quickly Laxus pulling her up to him her wet body making his clothes cling to his body. Soft moans leaving her mouths as he let his hand touch her pulling her close to him.

“fuck dinner..” he said picking her up.

“i’ll have you instead.” he spoke entering the room.

[fairytale-poll]

WINNER ANNOUNCEMENT POST!!!!!!!

The finals are over, so it's time to announce the winners for the Little Merpoll!

As always, thank you to everyone who participated! If you submitted characters and/or propaganda, if you reblogged the polls, even if you just voted, it was a pleasure having you! I've done fairytales poll before this & hope to continue for a while after this, and it's been a pleasure having you guys along for the ride!

Now, for our 5 winners.

The first winner to announce is the winner of the Mod's Choice poll! The Mod's choice poll is the "least important" of all the polls, as it has the least amount of contestants (this one had the last of any of the previous Mod's Choice polls) and are nominated simply based on which ones I like, but it holds a special place in my heart regardless.

This time, the winner was Sayaka Miki from Puella Magi Madoka Magica, who was also notable for being the runner-up for the Loser's Bracket. While I'm not as big of a fan of Madoka Magica as I used to be, I still love Sayaka, so it was delightful for her to do so well in the Mod's Choice poll & almost win the Loser's Bracket. Congratulations Sayaka and Sayaka fans!

But while Sayaka was the runner-up for the Loser's Bracket, she was not the actual Loser's Bracket winner. That honor goes to Mira from Dimension 20: Neverafter. While I haven't ever listened to Dimension 20, I was pretty about to see her take the win. After one Dimension 20 character won Red Riding Poll, no character from it ranked at all in Cinderpoll or in the main tournament for Little Merpoll, which is why I was glad to see Dimension 20 make a comeback for this Loser's Bracket. Mira's design is pretty cool, too, I love the pirate look. Congratulations for the win!

NOW, onto the MAIN TOURNAMENT WINNERS...

For our two bronze-place winners it's The Little Mermaid from the original Hans Christian Andersen fairytale & Ariel from Disney's The Little Mermaid 1989! To my surprise, it was actually the first time both the original fairytale and the Disney adaptation ranked! Honestly, these are some pretty good ones to rank, too. The original fairytale is a great read (and super short, so if anyone hasn't read it already, you should go do so) being both beautiful and poignantly tragic. Whereas the Disney adaptation holds up surprisingly well and is a beautiful piece of animation. Congratulations to these two bronze-place winners!

For the runner-up of the tournament is Bug from Starship by Team Starkid! I know that Team Starkid is very popular in certain parts of the Internet & the Starship itself did very well, but even then it felt like Bug was an underdog going up against giants like Disney, Studio Ghibli, and the original fairytale the tournament is based on, so I have to congratulate this guy for getting so far regardless! Good job, and I hope your fans are happy for you getting the silver!

Now, finally, the moment of truth-- the winner of the Little Merpoll, the certified best Little Mermaid as voted by Tumblr--

CONGRATULATIONS TO PONYO FROM STUDIO GHIBLI'S PONYO!

I watched this movie for the first time during the course of the tournament and it is truly a breathtaking marvel of animation, one of the best visuals I've ever seen for a movie ever. I will quote the propaganda submitted for Ponyo and say this little ham-loving girl deserved the win simply for the fact that there is no force more powerful than 5-year-old girls!!!

Our next tournament will be Best/Worst Modern Fairytale Adaptations. I'll open submissions up after a short hiatus, as I am in midst finals & will be graduating soon, which will take up most of my time in the next 2 weeks. See you for the next tournament at the end of May!

[callsign-rogueone]

hi Liz! thoughts on overstimulation with the girls/boys? I feel like some of them would be very inclined........

❤️ - I think you know who this is

I’m pretty sure I know who this is……

breaking it into categories for ease:

wants to overstim you: Garrick, Brennan, Mira, Xaden (because 95+% of the time they’re the one in charge and they do what they want), Bodhi (does it kinda on accident because he gets too lost in the sauce when he’s going down on you, but also finds it really hot). though if you turned the tables on them and exacted revenge, they wouldn’t mind too much.

wants you to overstim them: also Bodhi, and a little bit Liam. they just give me peak loverboy energy, and they would love it if you kept going to chase your own pleasure after they finished. they just want you to feel good. maybe a tiny bit Dain too — we all know he’s secretly a little bit submissive, and he just needs to be put in his place.

not super into it / idk: Dain (vanilla), Liam and Sawyer (would rather spend any extra time after round one cuddling), Imogen (idk. I feel like she’d rather it be mutual?) Ridoc and Aaric (I just don’t get that vibe from them? maybe I’m too used to writing them with their more shy, sensitive girls — I don’t think they’d be too rough with them.)

lmk what y’all think!

[writermuses]

If you follow my musings blog you probably already know what happened this morning. Anyways, there are some new voices in my head that I'm not going to be making starters for but thought I would let you all know they exist if you're interested in certain types of plots. The new girls are in bold.

Paddles is a club I created well over a decade ago. It started in New York City and was successful enough to open up a branch in Los Angeles. Formerly an employee Vanessa (Meghan Markle) is the now-owner of the company and has expanded it to include more than just the typical sex club playrooms. There are people of all ages in her employment and depending on your wallet and needs a plethora of options beyond what meets the eye.

"Front room" is the typical strip club with private rooms where sex does occur. You can choose an employee for immediate needs. They work typical shifts at an hourly rate and take tips from their clients. It's a little less common for them to have "regulars" as they are expected to take the walk-ins. These employees are usually new to Paddles or no longer maintaining clients and have been demoted to the main floor. They'll have clean backgrounds to make sure that any sort of investigation makes the business look like it's on the up and up. Yulia (Kennedy Walsh) works in the front room and goes by "Jewels" at work. She wears a blonde wig at work but is a natural redhead.

The "play rooms" are where you can find the typical sex club entertainment. These employees may take on regulars but they are still hourly employees that work for tips. You can pick from who's working based on your needs or their physical appearance. Everyone has a price that could get most of these employees to change up their labels and what they are and aren't willing to do. Freya (Hunter Schafer) goes by "Pearl" and is a switch. She started on the floor to cover medical bills and loved the empowerment of the gig. She's hoping to continue to move up within the company. Isadora (Barbie Ferreria) is also a switch but uniquely was brought in specifically for the play room setting. She'll typically go by her last name Mira and was scouted for the job at a sex toy convention at eighteen. It's unlikely that she'll move up to an escort role but, uniquely, has a dedicated clientele. Valentina (Alexa Demie) is strictly a dominatrix in the play rooms and transferred from the front room as a dancer known as "Star" back in New York. So far the LA branch thinks she's a bit too cold for a promotion. Yael (Maude Apatow) is newly promoted to the play rooms and is strictly a submissive. She goes by "Cassie" and has quickly gathered regulars. It's likely she'll see a promotion to the showroom soon enough.

The "show room" is where you'll be taken if you're seeking an escort. Depending on your request and portfolio, you will either be shown the standard escorts or the elite escorts. Léa-Rose (Sydney Sweeney) is new to the standard escort position and goes by "Rose". Skye (Zendaya) is on her second contract and hoping for a promotion. The standard package includes short term employee purchases of either a few hours or a few days. These employees are salaried and can have regular clientele under agreements added to their contract calendar. They're subject to reviews and could be demoted based on customer satisfaction or failure to retain a clientele that pays enough to cover the company's expectations and their salary. This is a very different arrangement than the elite escort experience.

The "back room" is where high profile and exceptionally wealthy clients can meet a personally chosen elite escort. These employees are subject to the most scrutiny by both Vanessa and the customers. They are trained to be whatever and whomever a client needs at the drop of a dime and will typically spend extended time with their regulars abroad. These exceptionally beautiful employees are know for more than their skills in bed but their intellect, including a fluency in multiple languages. Quintrell (Ned Porteous) is from Brazil and was immediately hired as an elite escort by Vanessa, which ruffled some feathers. Kasmitha (Amita Suman), who goes by Kas, is in a training and transitionary period to her promotion to an elite escort as the Madame decides if there's enough of a demand for her. During their contracts, elite escorts are housed by the company in luxury, private penthouses with all of their expenses paid and a monthly stipend for work-related purchases and 'physical maintenance'. Taney (Rooney Mara) previously worked in every portion of the company and upon her voluntary retirement from the 'elite escort' position to start her own business (Asmodeus) took a handful of her favorite high-end clients with her.

The "Auditorium" is a small theater-like 'performance' hall where 'The Auction' and other events occur. The Auction is a short term sale of Paddles 'employees' into a marriage contract that lasts 3-5 years (event dependent) where the customers bid on their options. 90% of the bid goes to the employee upon completion of the contract and 10% remains with Paddles. If the client breaks the contract they forfeit all bid money and if the employee breaks the contract Paddles keeps 10% and the rest is returned. The typical marriage contracts are purchased by 1%-ers (typically politicians) some seeking a beard, others companionship and status knowing it's easier to get elected if married. Reasons vary, but once the contract is over both parties can decide to divorce, renew the contract, or remain married without the contract. The Auditorium is also where sex shows and orgies take place.

[minispidey]

omg i can just imagine johnathan x student reader but reader REFUSES to even touch him if he doesn’t leave Mira

Green Sleeves.

Jonathan Levy x f!reader.

drabble. 481 words.

a/n: SO SORRY IT TOOK A WHILE BABES i thought i lost the draft 😭 but here u go! omfg i forGOT I CHANGED STUFF WAIT IM SO SORRY

warnings: desperate jonathan, cheating, no smut babes. not beta read. english is not my first language.

From the moment he met you, you've always had this seductive look in your eyes. You would pull him in as if you're a magnet. He knew he shouldn't, he had a wife and a daughter. But he couldn't help but be hypnotized by your beauty.

You held yourself with confidence, poise and elegance, yet kind to everyone.

You were nothing like his wife. You were kind to him even if you were slowly seducing him into wanting you, yearn for you. You wanted to cloud his mind with thoughts of you.

And you succeeded.

One night of drinking with some co-workers, you completely had him on a leash. You didn't do anything with him, not yet.

Here you were, looking at him. Just innocently staring at him while finishing some papers. Jonathan felt a sudden rush of desire, his eyes locked with yours, his body responding to your stare. The submissive side of him awakened, as he felt an irresistible urge to feel your touch.

What did your skin feel like? Your lips— he wanted to smudge that signature lipstick you've always worn, what do you taste like?

He made his way towards you. As the other workers carried on with their tasks, oblivious to the sensual tension in the air, Jonathan approached you with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Standing before you, he lowered his gaze, unable to resist your alluring presence. His voice came out as a soft whisper, tinged with both excitement and submission. He whimpers your name in a whisper.

You winked before getting up from your seat and walking off into the empty hallway.

Jonathan followed you, his heart racing with anticipation. He couldn't resist the magnetic pull between the two of you, and he knew that he had to have you, even if only for a brief moment.

As you turned to face him, a smirk playing on your lips, Jonathan closed the distance between you, his eyes locked with yours. He pressed you against the wall, his hands finding their place on your waist, gripping you possessively. His breath was hot against your ear as he whispered "You're driving me crazy."

He faced you, moving forward to capture your lips but you placed a finger against yours. You tutted, disappointed in him "You know we can't." you purred. Jonathan whimpers in response "Please... please, just need to kiss you. Just one kiss."

"Jon."

"Yes?"

"We've talked about this..." you smiled "No touching."

"Please... I can't anymore..." he whimpers.

"I'm not letting you have," you pointed to your body, shifting seductively "...all of this until you leave your wife."

"Fuck..." his eyes looked at you desperately "Just- Just one taste, please... need your kiss..."

You smirked before slipping out of his grasp and walking away, swaying your hips from side to side.

"Only when you leave her can you have me, understood?"

[queer-geordie-dyke]

"I have to meander here and ask myself, as one of those rare Eastern European kids who would actually make the move to the West: did I get what I dreamed of? Did my adolescent image of the “Free World” turn out to be correct? Is the Free World truly free? What did we imagine that world was? Were we just fantasizing, under the heavy influence of Western propaganda, coming to us through music and film? What did we know, what could we really know about that other world we longed for?

We had every reason to be put off by our ruling Communist elite. Although we understood the nobleness of the idea, we were also deeply aware of how the ruling class had sabotaged that idea, how greed and selfishness, so inherent to human nature, managed to subvert the whole system into a corrupt and totalitarian environment where the “red bourgeoisie” got everything while the rest were struggling without hope, where the very few held power over the frightened, submissive masses. I’m writing this in the second decade of the 21st century, in America, when those exact words could easily describe the current situation of the “free world” we’re living in. The irony is obvious and can be summarized as: be careful what you wish for.

Maybe it was just about colors. The colors that surrounded us. We were living in a gray world. Our politicians all dressed the same: gray suits with gray ties and gray shoes. In school we had to wear blue uniforms, the dreaded “kuta”-s. It was the sameness, the uniformity that bothered us. For us, the kids of Communism, the notion of freedom translated as an ability to dress in colorful, smart and conspicuous clothes. We wanted to look like Bob Dylan, like Joni Mitchell. We passionately wanted to be a part of the Revolution. But not the revolution from our textbooks. Not the Communist revolution they were brainwashing us with – we were bored by all of that. We were sickened by the relentless propaganda.

Instead of inspiring us, it was turning us against it. At the time of our adolescence Yugoslav Communists were already losing their grip. The ideas that were so exciting to my father in his youth were losing their power in the gray, uninspiring, dull world we were living in. That world seemed so much less real than what we saw of the Western world on television, what we read in books, what we saw in American movies or what we listened to in rock’n’roll music. People who were addressing us from a position of power in the Socialist Federal Republic of Yugoslavia were just not interesting enough. They had nothing to say to the young generation. So we turned elsewhere. In retrospect: did we just fall for brilliant Western propaganda? Also, in retrospect: It’s tragic how superficial we were. We were falling head over heels, with no reservations, for the public, smiley face of capitalism, never asking ourselves about its true nature."

- Mira Furlan, Love Me More Than Anything In the World

[videogamedogbracket]

Final bracket reveal!

Hello, everyone! After some deliberation (and a very stressful shift at work) I've compiled the final list of participants for this bracket! This post is both a bracket reveal and a confirmation that I have the right characters/images. Be sure to let me know if there are any that need correcting!

Aesop/The Flame in the Flood, Ai/Puyo Puyo Tetris, Alice/The Last of Us 2, Amaterasu/Okami, Annoying Dog/Undertale, Arven's Mabosstiff/Pokémon Scarlet/Violet, Barbas/Skyrim, Barista/Rhythm Heaven, Barkley/Cassette Beasts, Barkspawn/Dragon Age: Origins

Blanca/Shadow Hearts: Covenant, Boney/Mother 3, Boomer/Far Cry 5, Brown/Rule of Rose, Caesar/Wargroove, Cain/Red Dead Redemption 2, Cerberus/Hades, Chibiterasu/Okamiden, Chop/Grand Theft Auto 5, Colonel Ruff/Brawl Stars

DD/Metal Gear Solid V, Digby/Animal Crossing, Dogamy and Dogaressa/Undertale, Dogmeat/Fallout, Dr. Potan/THE DOG Island, Dribble/WarioWare, Duck Hunt Dog/Duck Hunt, Elena/Spiritfarer, Flash/Jetpack Joyride, Flippy Doggenbottom/Toontown Online

Fondue/Rhythm Thief, Gab/Zero Time Dilemma, Garm/Guild Wars 2, Giblets/Elder Scrolls Online, Gretchen/Scarlet Hollow, Hewie/Haunting Ground, Holly/Super Lesbian Animal RPG, Hot Dog/Skylanders, Interceptor/Final Fantasy VI, Isabelle/Animal Crossing

Jackal/Hyper Light Drifter, Jake/Dog's Life, K.K. Slider/Animal Crossing, Koroku/Suikoden III, Koromaru/Persona 3, Lesser Dog/Undertale, Lord Arcanine/Pokémon Legends Arceus, Mame/Yakuza, Mira/Silent Hill, Missile/Ace Attorney

Missile/Ghost Trick, Monty/Spelunky 2, Moonless/Fear & Hunger, Noishe/Tales of Symphonia, PaRappa/PaRappa The Rapper, Pepita/Trauma Center: New Blood, Pickle/Papa's Pancakeria, Pizza/Chicory: A Colorful Tale, Polterpup/Luigi's Mansion, Pom/Pom Gets Wi-Fi

Poochy/Yoshi, Ppodae/Lobotomy Corporation, Princess Pooch/Fossil Fighters: Champions, Pryna/Final Fantasy XV, Randy/Wobbledogs, Rei/Guilty Gear, Ren/DRAMAtical Murder, Repede/Tales of Vesperia, Rex/Fallout: New Vegas, Rex/Fossil Fighters

Riley/Call of Duty, Rukey Greentail/Pyre, Rush/Megaman, Rusty Slugger/Rusty's Real Deal Baseball, Sam/Sam and Max, Sant Angelo di Roma/Final Fantasy VIII, Satty/Breath of the Wild, Sergeant O'Fera/Cuphead, Sif/Dark Souls, Sommie/Fire Emblem: Engage

Spot/Nintendogs, Sumo/Detroit: Become Human, Taroumaru/Genshin Impact, Toby/The Great Ace Attorney, Umbra/Final Fantasy XV, White Beast/Guardian Tales, Wick/Identity V, Willie/Deadly Premonition, Woby/Don't Starve Together, Wolf/Minecraft, Wolf Link/Zelda Twilight Princess, Wulfgar/Etrian Odyssey 2

Again, I can't thank everyone enough for their submissions. Sorry to everyone whose submissions didn't make it in, and rest assured that narrowing the list of participants down was hard.

The bracket itself is going to be posted tomorrow, as well as the first group of matchups. I'll be splitting the first few rounds into multiple groups, just so the sheer volume of contestants isn't so daunting!

And, of course, I wish the best of luck to each of these amazingly good boys and girls. See you all tomorrow!

[pyropsychiccollector]

Gray: I would ask you how the heck you juggle two girlfriends… But I'd rather keep my sanity.

Natsu: Two? cocks head ಠಿ_ಠ

Gray: Erza and Mira, you dumbass!

Natsu: Oh, those two. You still have day terrors or whatever?

Gray: How do YOU not?! Don't you remember those two scaring the absolute piss out of us when we were kids? How do you even keep one of 'em happy? … How are you not DEAD?

Natsu: Listen, frostbite. If all ya do is quibble over every little thing, 'course life's gonna kick your ass.

Gray: I hardly call Erza and Mira LITTLE THINGS, Flamebrain! ಠಿ_ಠ

Natsu: slugs him with a fire punch Shaddup and listen!! If you're scared of people stronger than you, or scared of whatever, then just do one thing~ (✿◠‿◠)

Gray: … One thing he says. :P tries to slug him back with an ice punch only to get bitch-slapped back

Natsu: WIN. (人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)

Gray: Win…what? ಠಿ_ಠ

Natsu: Just WIN, droopydrawers! It ain't that hard! (人◕ω◕)

Gray: Win WHAT, you dumbass?! (╬ಠ益ಠ)

Natsu: Everything, duh! (✿◠‿◠) Win all day, everyday~

Gray: ……… That doesn't make any freaking sense! You can't win ALL the-

Mira: Ara? What doesn't make sense, Gray? (✿◠‿◠) Winning solves everything. Winning puts bread on the table. (✿◠‿◠)(✿◠‿◠)(✿◠‿◠)

Gray: Oh god, not you…!

Erza: Where's your warrior's spirit, Gray?! Do you plan to overcome Gildarts with that kind of wishy-washy attitude? ≖‿≖***

Gray: … I'm NOT aimin' to be stronger than Gildarts!!! You're all insane!

Mira: cocks head But you keep throwing yourself at Natsu as if you stand a chance. (✿◠‿◠)

Gray: That's cuz everything about him pisses me off! (╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ) It ain't about bein' tougher than the pyromoron. Though that'd be a bonus. (╬ಠ益ಠ)

Natsu: You ain't ever beatin' me, icecube. I'm gonna be #1. (人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕) I win all day long~

Erza: nods sagely I see. Gray needs remedial training. Natsu, go tell Master we're taking a sabbatical for a while.

Natsu: Aww, why do I gotta-?!

Erza: BECAUSE I TOLD YOU TO, NOW GO! (╬ಠ益ಠ)

Mira: (✿◠‿◠)(✿◠‿◠)(✿◠‿◠) requipped into dominatrix outfit, snapping whip menacingly Don't worry, Gray~ This only hurts in the beginning. Then it feels GOOD~

Natsu and Erza: Not THAT kind of training, Mira/bitch! (⊙▂⊙✖ )

Natsu: You said that was stuff only WE do, Mira!! (⊙▂⊙✖ )

Erza: It IS our exclusive training ritual, Mira's just being ridiculous as always. (╬≖_≖)

Mira: sprouts demon bat wings, dark, ominous aura around her Ridiculous, eh? (✿◠‿◠)***

Erza: dons Nakagami Armor Did I stutter? (╬≖_≖)

Natsu: … Weren't we gonna beat slushboy's rubbish mentality into submission? ಠಿ_ಠ

Gray: as Erza and Mira duke it out like they didn't hear him Shut the frick up, you moron!!!!!! (⊙▂⊙✖ ) ducks a tree chucked their way, only to get blown over anyway because of them going All Out

Natsu: (╬≖_≖) Mmmnnnrrrrrr… I'm not sittin' this out! I'm gonna kick both their asses!!! dives into the thick dust cloud without hesitation

Gray: … Well, Flamebrain's dead. And good riddance. ಠಿಠ … watches and listens to the intense fighting for several minutes ... begins to back away when those grunting noises transitioned to hisses and pleasurable moans I don't wanna know. I don't wanna know. I don't wanna know…!!! ಠಿಠ

[vintagetvstars]

Is there anyone you guys were surprised wasn't submitted at all for the women's tournament? I only saw it was happening after the submission period closed and I have to admit I was kind of shocked no one submitted Cassandra Peterson (Elvira), or Helen Mirren for Prime Suspect!

Those are excellent additions I would have loved to see! Definitely consider submitting them for the tournament next year when we do it all again and crown a new queen!

There are definitely some ladies I would have liked to see in it, several Star Trek ladies were nominated but there were a few I was surprised weren't nominated at all. And having now watched all of Babylon 5 I'm surprised only Mira Furlan was nominated (though rightfully nominated she is fantastic and absolutely stunning).

The only person I can think of off the top of my head that I was surprised no one nominated and genuinely disappointed about was Estelle Getty. Like y'all nominated all the golden girls except my girl Estelle Getty?! SHAME!

- mod vintage

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(oh god i wish! that cassandra peterson and helen mirren had been submitted - hopefully you stick around to submit them next time)

while there’s so many women i would have loved to have seen included in the tournament i actually didn’t think about them until after the polls went up and then i went “wait, where’s [insert actress’ name here]?!”. it’s like when someone asks you your favorite anything - my mind went blank trying to think of potential nominees.

to be honest, we had less than a hundred followers at the time the submissions closed, so i really wasn’t sure what to expect. despite that, i still think we managed to have a wonderfully diverse set of nominees! hopefully next year we’ll see the women who were overlooked added to the tournament.

at the end of the day i just personally feel so lucky that carolyn jones was submitted - she was the first woman i ever fell in love with on tv.

- mod violet

[miradelletarot]

Rest assured I will always be here for you and boufsy (though their ask box submission requires a blog account, which has Tara rather flummoxed, hence my only replying to you.)

Boufsy’s musical taste and your skills with the Tarot are—dare I say it?—quite magical. Ha!

I look forward to where your life’s adventures lead, and I will always be a part of them, cheering you both on.

My love to you both,

Gale

Gale, my love, you flatter me so! I'm sure @boufsy would be just as pleased with your kind words, and I will be sure to pass the message along.

It's truly a joy and a pleasure knowing you and Tara are both there cheering us on. There will always be a place for you here on this humble blog.

Kindly yours,

Mira <3

[xoteajays]

gimme those headcanons on sexual role dynamics for maki + co 👀

yesssssss. time to ramble.

maki x niragi

a mixed bag of two switches with dominant leans. maki’s on the softer dom side, controlling but not forceful or overly rough. she likes to guide niragi to do things how she likes or for her. niragi has a harder time giving up control with men, but with maki, he kind of finds it hot - but also she flusters him with some of her comments. maki could absolutely bring him to overstimulated tears. he’s a bit of a brat for her, touching her when he shouldn’t be, hickeys in too obvious places, teasing - but she can give back as good as she gets. they’re both big on marks, either bitemarks or hickeys, but aren’t into actual hitting because they both have trauma (maki’s abusive dad + niragi’s bullying). she reads a lot and is like ‘hey can we try this?’ and he eagerly goes along with her. he absolutely ate her out in her office, they 100% fucked in her car.

aguni x hatter

if you think aguni’s the dominant one in this relationship, you’re incorrect. hatter has him on a (metaphorical or maybe not 👀) leash, a ‘topping from the bottom’ type of situation. technically hatter is the one taking it, but he’s also the one in control. people think that one scene where hatter asks aguni ‘who’s your boss?’ is evidence of him being a bratty sub toeing the line, but in reality aguni’s just pissed he would bring that up and make him answer right in front of everyone.

chishiya x yamato

yamato is very much a giver. he likes to pick people apart, find out what turns them on. he’s happy to take either role. chishiya tries to take a more dominant role, but yamato is taller and handsy and pushes-and-pulls him around, so chishiya just kinda gives into him. chishiya is impatient though, so he has a bit more control in the pace, but yamato likes to see him squirm.

ann x mira

ann thought she was a 100% top until mira. mira is totally, completely dominating and doesn’t give an inch. i just know mira has all kinds of toys. ann absolutely got the strap in her office and they absolutely almost got caught at least once.

ann x kuina

ann’s the dominant one. ‘nough said. where she doesn’t have control with mira, she does have it with kuina. they’ll switch out who’s fucking who. kuina’s not overly submissive but she’s still into it, but she’s also a big pouter if she’s not getting enough kisses, absolutely needs to cuddle afterwards.

yukimari x last boss

yukimaru usually doesn’t take the lead, but lb is inexperienced, so yuki has to show him how to do stuff. last boss is very attentive and eager to explore stuff but also flip-floppy between dominant and submissive.

yukimaru x tatta

absolutely matching each other, freak-for-freak. of course they’re making out against the wall in the garage and hooking up in the car when they’re supposed to be on gas-collecting duty.

[neo-crimson-palace]

Does Erza like lovey dovey sex with her lovers, or does she just want to be used as a convenient cock sleeve?

It's a mixture of both. Much like her armors, she loves the idea of having various types of sex to match her partners. Whether its intense and wild sex with Natsu. Being completely dominant to her partner with Lucy, Gray or Juvia. Finding herself submissive within the clutches of Mira or a horny in-heat Natsu. She doesn't like to limit herself to one type of fucking. After all, would you limit yourself to wearing one type of clothing every day?

[teoandrose]

Nemona Hcs! (Tw for spoilers for victory Road + The way home/Area zero and battle related injuries)

Basic/general hcs:

Name: Nemona (last name disclose), but also loves nicknames like Nemo (most used) Nema, battle-crazy girl, ect.

Nemona uses she/her pronouns but doesn’t mind being called others as well, most they/them.

She’s questioning but has a bit more lean to females.

She moved here from Alola because her dad saw more business opportunities in Paldea.

has a really high pain tolerance

makes money off of battling, which is a way that she wouldn’t have to depend on her parents money.

Pre-S&V

Growing up, Nemona parents had always been distant from her, but she didn’t mind! Less strict parents mean more time to explore!

Her dad is the one who gifted her Pawni as a gift, at first she kept him in the box, but when Wolf got there, she decided to use him as one of the starters for her (new) team

She loves being independent, and it feels weird to her to depend on anybody too much.

Her favorite class is, of course, Dendra’s and Hassel’s.

Some with training, she’ll let her Pokémons use moves on her, this has nearly killed her multiple times.

One time when all her teammates fainted, and there was this Pokémon she really wanted, she attempt to wrestle it to submission

She lost. But luckily Geeta and Rika was there (and gave her a proper scolding afterwards)

and it was the same accident that gave her an arm brace.

loves all gym leader! Doesn’t have anything bad to say about any of them. But her favorite would have to be Kofu

Used to date Mela before she joined team star.

wanted to get a champion rank at first to be stronger and in for hope that her parents would notice her, she achieved the former…

Starting/during S&V

When meeting wolf (oc), like most characters, she could see a powerful spark within her. She knew that she would be fun to battle with.

Not wanting to lose her chances of finally finding someone that she didn’t have to hold back on, she stalked followed him around.

Wolf, was originally slightly annoyed by this, ‘if she wanted to battle all the time, she should’ve just said so.’

but soon they found themselves becoming close rivals.

after the final battle w/ wolf, she confessed to her, but was met with a “I have to think abou’ it BUT it’s not a no, definitely not no-.”

She originally didn’t like Arven, seeing him as rude and snobby.

She didn’t even know penny.

Purely went to area zero because she heard ‘cool Pokémon’ and and that outweigh being around Arven.

The way home/ending

Nemona started to understand Arven more and realized that she kinda saw a black-and-white view of him. They’re definitely not best friends, but their friends who also have a friendly squabble from time to time.

Nemona also learned a lot about Penny, and also became her friend.

Penny also invited her friend group over and was surprised that Mela and Nemona not only knew each other but dated each other

She wouldn’t really like Ortega because he reminds her what she could have ended up as, but after a while she become friends with him and teaches him how to be more independent.

Nemona offered to train Mira (Miraidon), given her unusual ways to train her Pokémon, Wolf guess that wouldn’t be a good idea.

and remember that confession? Well the reason Wolf had to think about it was because she ‘discovered’ Arven wanted to confess to her as well after area zero.

after a little discussion, they agreed to be a poly, them both dating wolf but not each other. Oh, and Pennys has a poly too-

Headcannons ref!:

When it came to her clothing, I felt like she would wear very loose stuff and wear shoes for better running grip. If you’re also curious about her team, there’s another post about it, here.

This is a good place to wrap up the head of cannons for now, next time, it’s going to be Arven! Hope you all enjoyed the post and have a positive day!

[basket-of-cats-and-witches]

Conversations at the Fireplace

Another Lancer fic, another look at shit behind the scenes. Again featuring Booker and Mac, my beloveds.

I'm enjoying the shit getting stirred on the RP blog, and this is partially a culmination of events there, as well as a teaser of a character I've yet to properly introduce. This is NOT an RP piece (as this is not my RP blog), it's just some good fic I wrote while watching Christmas movies with my family.

Happy Holigays, and Merry Mechmas!

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The fireplace ran low, illuminating the room in an amber glow.

“Brooding?”

Heavy footfalls sounded Booker’s approach towards the couch.

Mac rolled his head back, glass in hand.

“No,” he said tiredly.

The fireplace crackled and popped. Booker raised a brow.

Mac sighed, glancing back at it. Strands of light caught his black curls, sliding forward to frame his face as he frowned.

“Yes,” he admitted quietly.

Perching on the edge of the couch, Booker ran a finger along Mac’s jaw. “You know it wouldn't have succeeded. Haven't you tried this before?”

“It worked on you,” Mac said, his attempts at being playful falling short.

Booker snorted. “I was desperate for it. And not to mention, you wormed your way into my heart stubbornly. There was an opportunity there, and you took it. Zero isn't the same.”

With a sigh, Mac took his hand, pressing it to his lips with a sigh.

He glanced up at Booker with wide, dark eyes. Beseeching him.

With a smile, Booker slipped down onto the couch properly. “You're annoyingly hard to resist, you know,” he murmured softly.

“It's part of my charm. I annoy you into submission.” Mac adjusted until they were pressed together in front of the fire, his head settled on Booker’s chest.

Another crackle.

Another pop.

Outside, the wind howled, smattering the windowsill with wet snow.

Under the gentle guidance of Booker’s steadily thumping heart, Mac spoke up.

“I'm sorry you had to get involved.”

Booker’s arms tightened around him. The smell of expensive sandalwood and brown sugar cologne surrounded him, providing a soothing aura.

“I'm your husband,” Booker said gruffly. “It's my job. Besides, if he's going to involve Khione, then you have the right to involve me. Zero’s well aware I can wipe the fucking floor with him.” There was a snarl in his voice.

Mac’s lips twitched. “Down, boy. I did this to myself.”

“He could at least have appreciated the damn cookies. Bending myself so low to say they're ‘not as good as store-bought’. They're a fucking delicacy, and had he tasted them, he would've realized how much he was missing out.” Booker pouted, making his husband laugh.

“Oh, baby.” Mac patted his chest. “Nora and I appreciated them.”

“Hmmph.” He sulked. “Prat.”

A sound made them both look up.

Coming down the stairs was a tiny girl, looking much younger than her eleven years, rubbing her eyes tiredly. “What are you two still doing up?”

“Complaining,” Mac said wryly. Booker elbowed him.

“Better question. Why are you up?” Quirking a brow at her, the girl reddened. She pulled her long hair over her shoulder.

“I kept sleeping on it,” she mumbled. “Could you braid it, Adrian?”

He froze. “Uh.”

“Of course he can,” Mac intercepted smoothly. “Come here.” He ignored the look shot at him by his husband, sitting up.

The girl stepped carefully closer. She still glanced around the space nervously, as if someone would come and take her away. Her nightgown hung off of her like a sack. It was the only thing they could find that would fit her.

Booker made space for her, spreading his knees so she could plop down on the floor. The barcode on her neck was stark even in the dim light, as if it was meant to be seen no matter the conditions.

“I’ve got you,” Mac said, reaching into a side drawer and pulling out one of Mira’s many hair ties. “Just follow my lead, Dri.”

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Booker muttered quietly.

Mac nodded. “I used to do my sisters’ hair when we were younger. At least until Dad - Arson - deemed it ‘unmanly’.”

“What’s unmanly mean?” The girl asked, tilting her head back to look at him curiously.

“Look forward, please. And don’t worry. Unmanly is one of those words that mean nothing.” Booker gathered her hair, following Mac’s pointers.

“That doesn’t make sense,” she complained.

Booker snorted. “You’d be surprised at how many things don’t,” he muttered.

It was Mac’s turn to elbow him, catching just who Booker was thinking of. “Don’t worry about it, Nora. He’s just grumpy. Now, grumpypants, split the strands into three…”

With a sigh, Booker continued.

In the warm light of the fireplace, the three of them distracted themselves from the worries of the outside world. From old acquaintances, to enemies, to dark clouds on the horizon.

A promise of what was yet to come.

[strapskinkstories]

Bound by Darkness

Natalie struggled, her eyes wide with surprise. Elda rose from her chair, her body frail but her movements swift. She grabbed a length of rope from a nearby drawer, her intentions clear. Natalie gasped, her struggles increasing as she realized what they planned. With practiced ease, Mira and Elda worked together, binding Natalie's wrists and ankles, hogtying her on the dining room floor. Natalie's breath hitched, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her. This wasn't what she had expected, but her body responded nonetheless. Elda disappeared briefly, returning with a black hood. It was a breathplay hood designed to restrict airflow. Natalie's eyes widened, a surge of panic rising within her. She shook her head vigorously, her muffled protests falling on deaf ears. The hood was secured over her head, plunging her into darkness. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, and the limited airflow made her lungs burn. She could hear Elda's cackle, the sound sinister and chilling. Suddenly, something vile and putrid was stuffed into the hood, blocking the small breathing hole. Natalie gagged, the smell of Elda's 70-year-old disgusting socks filling her nostrils. The slimy, sludgy sweat from the socks made her stomach churn, her struggles becoming more desperate. Elda's laugh echoed in her ears, the sound distant and warped. Natalie could feel her consciousness slipping, her body's need for oxygen becoming overwhelming. She thrashed against her binds, her muffled cries echoing in the hood. As her struggles began to weaken, a dark thought crossed her mind. What if this was how it ended? Trussed up like an animal, suffocating on the filth of a depraved old woman. Her body convulsed, a final desperate attempt to draw in air. Just as darkness claimed her, the socks were removed, a rush of precious air filling her lungs. She gasped, her body shaking with relief and exertion. Above her, she could hear Elda and Mira laughing, their voices a chorus of madness. As Natalie lay there, her body drenched in sweat, she realized this was just the beginning. Whatever Elda and Mira had planned, they were clearly far from done with her. But for now, all she could do was lay there, her breath ragged, her future uncertain. And so, the night wore on, the old housekeeping its secrets, the shadows hiding the sins within.

Chapter 2: The Stench of Submission Natalie's reprieve was short-lived. Just as she began to catch her breath, Elda's gnarled hands pulled the hood off, a cruel smile on her lips. "You're not off the hook yet, dear," she cackled. Natalie's vision swam, her body still recovering from the initial assault. She watched in horror as Elda stretched her other sock, which she'd been wearing all day, over Natalie's head. The stench was overpowering, a putrid mix of sweat, dirt, and something uniquely Elda. Natalie gagged, her stomach roiling as Elda secured the hood back over her head, plunging her back into darkness. The sock was pressed firmly against her nose and mouth, the vile taste seeping into her pores. She could feel the bile rising in her throat, her body desperately trying to reject the offensive material. Meanwhile, Mira had been busy, her nimble fingers working with a new length of rope. She tied one end securely around Natalie's ankles were then threaded through a loop at the back of her neck. Natalie, still disoriented, barely noticed until it was too late. As she struggled, trying to escape the suffocating stench, the rope tightened around her neck. She gagged, and her air supply abruptly cut off. Panic surged through her, her body convulsing as it fought for survival. Elda watched, her eyes gleaming with a sickening delight. "That's it, dear," she cooed, "Struggle. Fight. It's so much sweeter when you do." Natalie's struggles intensified, her need for air overwhelming. Each time she moved, the rope tightened, choking her further. Her world became a dark, stinking void, her consciousness flickering like a dying lightbulb. She passed out for the first time, her body going limp. But Elda and Mira weren't done. They waited, patient as vultures, for her to stir again. When she did, the cycle repeated. Natalie would struggle, the rope would tighten, and she'd pass out, only to awaken and do it all over again. Each time she woke, the stench seemed more muscular, more putrid. It clung to her, seeping into her very being. She could feel it, taste it, even after she passed out. It was a never- ending nightmare, her body trapped in a cycle of torment. Elda's laughter echoed in her ears, a distant, warped sound. "You're ours now, Natalie," she heard her say. "Every breath you take, every struggle, every moment of pain... it's all ours." And so, the night wore on. Natalie's world narrowed to the stench, the rope, and the darkness. Her body was no longer her own; her will was no longer her own. She was a puppet, her strings pulled by Elda and Mira, tormenting their amusement. And all she could do was endure, her future a dark, stinking abyss.

Chapter 3: The Jacket's Embrace The night was a blur of pain and stench, Natalie's world a never-ending cycle of suffering. Elda and Mira had long since left her, their laughter echoing in her mind, a haunting melody that kept time with her torment. Natalie was barely conscious as the first light of dawn filtered through the cracks in the walls. Her body was a map of bruises and welts, her spirit a flickering flame. She had long since stopped struggling, her body preserving what little energy it had left. The creak of the door jarred her, sending a fresh wave of fear coursing through her veins. Elda shuffled in and pulled the hood off of Natalie. Her gnarled form was cloaked in a thick, heavy leather jacket. The jacket was ancient, its once-black surface now a patchwork of creases and cracks, its color faded to a dull, grimy grey. Elda approached Natalie, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Morning, dear," she rasped, a cruel smile twisting her lips. She grabbed Natalie by the hair, forcing her head up. "I've got a job for you," she said, thrusting the jacket towards Natalie's face. Natalie gagged as her face was pressed into the armpit of the jacket. The stench was overpowering, a putrid mix of old sweat, decay, and something uniquely Elda. It was a smell that spoke of years of neglect, grime, and filth allowed to fester and grow. "Lick it clean," Elda commanded, her voice a harsh rasp. Natalie hesitated, her stomach churning at the thought. Elda's grip tightened, her nails digging into Natalie's scalp. "I said, lick it clean," she snarled. Natalie's tongue tentatively flicked out, touching the leather. The taste was revolting, an explosion of bitterness and decay. She gagged, her body convulsing as it tried to reject the offensive material. Elda watched, her eyes gleaming with a sickening delight. But Natalie couldn't do it. Her body rebelled, her stomach heaving as she retched. Elda's face darkened, her anger a palpable thing. "You useless bitch," she spat. "If you can't do it willingly, I'll make you." She released Natalie, her hands tracing a complex pattern in the air. A cold wind swept through the room, a chill that seemed to seep into Natalie's very bones. She shrank, her body dwindling until she was no larger than a doll. Elda picked her up, her fingers cruelly tight around Natalie's tiny body. She threaded a needle, her eyes never leaving Natalie's face. "If you don't clean it, you'll live in it," she said, her voice a low growl. She pressed Natalie into the armpit of the jacket, her fingers working the needle through the thick leather. Natalie screamed, her tiny fists beating against Elda's hands. But it was no use. She was too small, too weak. The leather closed around her, a dark, stinking embrace. She could barely move, her body pressed tightly against the putrid material. The stench was overpowering, her world a dark, choking void. Elda slipped the jacket on, her cackle echoing in Natalie's ears. "There you go, dear," she said, her voice muffled by the leather. "You're mine now. Mine to wear, mine to use, mine to torment." And so, Natalie's world became a dark, stinking hell. Her body was pressed tightly against the putrid leather, her every breath a struggle against the overpowering stench. She could feel it, taste it, her world a never-ending nightmare of suffering and pain. And all she could do was endure, her future a dark, stinking abyss.

Chapter 4: The Marathon of Misery Elda, the vile old hag, was in a foul mood. Her lips curled into a sneer, her eyes narrowed to slits, she stormed out of the decrepit shack, the heavy leather jacket creaking with each jerky movement. Natalie, trapped within the putrid embrace of the jacket could feel the older woman's agitation; her tiny body jostled with each furious step. The morning air was crisp, and the sun barely whispered in the sky, but Elda was boiling. Her temper was a volcano, ready to erupt at the slightest provocation. She stomped down the dirt path, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body heating up like a furnace. She broke into a run, her gait uneven, her breaths turning into wheezes. The jacket, heavy and stifling, clung to her like a second skin, its leather creaking and groaning with each stride. Natalie pressed against the armpit, was in agony. Each step Elda took sent a wave of rancid sweat washing over her, the stench choking, the heat suffocating. Elda's body was a furnace, her sweat pouring out in rivers, soaking the jacket. Natalie gasped for air, her tiny lungs struggling to draw in breath. The leather, drenched in sweat, pressed against her face, its putrid taste filling her mouth. She gagged, her body convulsing, her mind a blur of pain and panic. The world outside was a blur, the jacket's leather too thick for Natalie to see through. But she could feel the jarring impact of each step and the swaying motion as Elda ran. She could hear the old woman's labored breathing; her curses spat into the air. And she could smell it, the rancid stench of Elda's sweat, the putrid reek of the jacket. Elda pushed herself harder, her body protesting, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. She was a woman possessed, her anger a demon driving her forward. She ran until her body was drenched, her clothes soaked, her breath coming in wheezes. Natalie, trapped within the jacket, was slowly suffocating. Her world was a dark, choking void, her body drenched in sweat, her lungs screaming for air. She could feel her consciousness fading, her vision blurring, her body growing numb. Just when Natalie thought she couldn't take it anymore, when her world was a dark, choking abyss, Elda slowed. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her body shaking, her steps faltering. She stumbled, her body lurching forward, her hands clutching at the jacket. She came to a stop, her body heaving, her breaths coming in wheezes. Natalie, barely conscious, could feel the older woman's exhaustion, her body shaking, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. She could hear the old woman's curses, her rasping breaths, her muttered threats. Elda, her body spent, her anger a simmering ember, turned back towards the shack. Her steps were slow, her body weary, her breaths coming in wheezes. Natalie, trapped within the jacket, could feel her consciousness slipping, her world a dark, choking void. But she was alive. And for now, that was enough.

Chapter 5: The Vacuum of Despair Elda, her breath still coming in ragged gasps, stumbled back into the shack. Her body was drenched in sweat, her clothes clinging to her like a second skin. She peeled off the heavy leather jacket, shivering as the cold air hit her. She didn't even glance at the coat as she crumpled it into a thick rubber bag, her movements jerky and impatient. Natalie, still trapped within the jacket, felt her world shift. The darkness was still absolute, but the leather was no longer pressed against her face. She gasped for air, her lungs screaming for relief. But the respite was short-lived. Elda, her lips curled into a sneer, connected a vacuum to the rubber bag. The machine roared to life, its hum filling the small shack. Natalie could feel the bag tightening around her, the leather jacket pressing against her from all sides. She was being crushed, her body flattening, her lungs struggling to expand. Panic surged through her, her heart pounding in her chest. She tried to move, to struggle, but she was held immobile, the leather jacket a straitjacket. She was trapped, her body flattening, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. Elda watched, her eyes gleaming with malice. She saw the bag shrinking and saw the form of the woman inside squirming. She smiled, her teeth stained with tobacco, her eyes never leaving the bag. She could imagine the woman's fear, her panic, her desperation. It filled her with a sense of power, of control. Natalie could feel death approaching. Her vision was blurring, her body growing numb. She could hear the vacuum's hum and feel the bag tightening around her. She was being crushed, her life being sucked out of her. She wanted to scream, to cry out, but she couldn't draw in enough air. Just as Natalie thought she couldn't take it anymore, just as she thought death was inevitable, the vacuum stopped. The hum died away; the bag stopped tightening. But Natalie was still trapped, her body flattened, her lungs screaming for air. Elda, her smile wide, her eyes gleaming, disconnected the vacuum. She picked up the bag, her hands clutching it tightly, and threw it into the corner of the shack. She turned away, her body shaking with laughter, her eyes filled with glee. Natalie, trapped in the bag, was barely conscious. Her world was a dark, choking void. But she was alive. For now, that was enough. She didn't know what awaited her, what Elda had planned. But she knew she had to survive, had to escape. She had to find Mira and had to warn her. But for now, she was trapped, her body flattened, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. Her world was a dark, choking void. And she was alone.

Chapter 6: The Crush of Oblivion Her laughter echoed in the small shack; Elda returned to the rubber bag. Natalie was still inside, her body flattened, her breaths coming in weak gasps. Elda's smile was cruel, her eyes gleaming with a sadistic joy. She wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot. She reconnected the vacuum, the hum filling the shack once again. Natalie, barely conscious, felt a jolt of panic. She couldn't take much more of this. Her body was already pushed to its limits. But Elda didn't care. She had no mercy left in her. Elda folded the bag, and the leather jacket inside it was crinkling. Natalie could feel herself being folded, her body bending in ways it wasn't meant to. She could hear her joints creaking and feel the strain on her muscles. She wanted to scream, to beg for mercy, but she couldn't draw in enough air. Her breath coming in wheezes, Elda folded the bag repeatedly, each fold making it smaller and more compact. Natalie was being crushed, her world narrowing to a dark, painful point. She could feel her consciousness slipping away, her body shutting down. Finally, when the bag was as small as Elda could make it, she sealed it. She left the vacuum running, its hum a constant, ominous presence. Natalie was trapped, her body folded and crushed, her breaths coming in weak, painful gasps. She didn't know how she wasn't dead. She should be. But she clung to life, her will to survive more substantial than her body's urge to give up. Elda, her task complete, stepped back. She looked at the folded, sealed bag, her smile wide, her eyes gleaming. She had done it. She had shown the woman her place. She had shown her who was in control. As Elda turned away, Natalie was alone in her dark, crushed world. She couldn't move, couldn't scream, couldn't do anything but lie there, her breaths coming in weak gasps, her body aching. She didn't know what awaited her, didn't know if she would ever escape. But she knew she had to hold on. She had to survive. For Mira. For herself. She refused to die like this, trapped and alone. She declined to give Elda the satisfaction. So, she held on, her will to live unbroken, even as her body was crushed in the oblivion of the sealed bag.

Chapter 7: The Vile Comfort of Cruelty Elda shuffled back into the shack, her nasty temper not yet fully satiated. She cackled as she approached the folded, sealed bag, the hum of the vacuum still filling the air. She knew Natalie was still in there, still suffering. The thought brought a twisted smile to her wrinkled face. With a grunt, she disconnected the vacuum. The sudden silence, a stark contrast to the previous hum. She unfolded the bag, her movements slow and deliberate, revealing the crumpled, trembling form of Natalie still encased in the leather jacket. Elda's eyes gleamed with a sickening joy as she looked down at her captive. She hiked up her skirt, squatting down to hover over the jacket. With a laugh, she released her bladder, a stream of urine soaking the armpit of the jacket, seeping into the material and onto Natalie's skin. Natalie weakly squirmed and made muffled noises of disgust at the humiliation, her pain evident as she attempted to move her crushed body. But Elda wasn't done. With a grunt, she shifted, defecating into the jacket smearing it onto Natalie's broken body. The smell filled the shack, pungent and revolting. Elda cackled, her laughter echoing in the small space. She was having the time of her life with this disgusting act. She reached down, pulling the soiled jacket onto her own body, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as she felt the warmth and the wetness against her skin. She shivered, a grotesque parody of pleasure. Her vile act was for her erotic satisfaction; she could feel her disgusting panties dampen a little more. Elda shuffled over to her bed, a heated blanket already laid out. She wrapped herself in it, her body shaking with laughter as she listened to Natalie's weak gasps and whimpers. It was music to her ears, a lullaby of suffering. As she closed her eyes, she felt a deep sense of contentment. She had shown Natalie her place and had reveled in her suffering. And now, she could rest, her body warm, her heart filled with cruel satisfaction; she could drift off to sleep with the sound of Natalie's pain ringing in her ears. And so she did, her snores filling the shack, punctuated only by Natalie's weak, agonized gasps. Natalie slowly faded from existence as Elda forgot her just lying trapped, suffering in her armpit