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gold-dustwomxn · 5 months

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summary: after sudden attacks on women around town, you take a self defense class. ellie, your long standing crush is the instructor

fair warning, future chapters will include discussions of abuse and other heavy topics. each part will contain its own warnings please read them! eventual smut

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

cw: small interaction with a scary man, smoking weed

fluff fluff and more fluff, a little angst. protective ellie makes an appearance

inhale, exhale. grunts and bodies slamming against gym mats could be heard outside the big double doors of ‘miller’s defense studio.’ news of women being attacked at night had been circulating quite loudly in your sleepy town. dad says you should attend the free session, be able to defend yourself if anything happens. only problem was half the town was in here and you fucking hated being around large groups of people. you had your pepper spray keychain on you at all times, did you really need to learn how to fight? yeah, probably.

one of the many annoying things about being in such a small town is knowing everyone. at least your best friend dina and her boyfriend jesse were here to soften the blow of all of this chaos.

sat on the sidelines, you observe everyone attempting to show off sloppy, embarrassing ‘defense’ moves. jesse spots you and obnoxiously yells your name across the gym. rolling your eyes, you make your way over to him and dina.

“hey, ___ you’re late and you’re not gonna like what I have to tell you,” he smiles nervously. darting your eyes from him to dina, you eye them warily, regretting coming here even more now. “well? spit it out jesse.”

“jesus ok. well since you’re so late, there’s no one else for you to pair up with-“ you cut him off, “oh? that’s fine I’ll just watch then.” him and dina look at each other before she looks at you cautiously. “well, the only other person who doesn’t have a partner is the instructor for today.” you squint your eyes towards the front of the room trying to make out who it is, and oh fuck no, it’s ellie. the girl you’ve had a crush on for quite some time.

“ha, no fucking way. you guys can just teach me later. I am not making a fool of myself in front of her and the whole fucking town. you know I hate being the center of attention and she’s gonna demonstrate on me to teach everyone!” you turn your body attempting to walk away.

dina grabs your forearms softly trying to chill you out with her witchy, calming demeanor. because seriously how is she able to do that with just her touch? “you’re gonna be fine, ___. just breathe. no one else knows what they’re doing either, that’s why we’re here. you’re not gonna look like a fool,” she nods at you slowly, “plus, jesse already told her you’d be her partner.” she gives you an apologetic smile.

“ugh. why can’t you be her partner jesse? she’s your best friend.” dina grabs jesse’s arm and nuzzles into his side with a gross, love drunk smile. “because, I wanna be with my man. sorry, babe but you can do this. you can shamelessly use this as an excuse to be close to her anyway” she wiggles her eyebrows.

“oh my god,” you scoff and roll your eyes, “you guys seriously suck.”

an ear piercing whistle startles you, nearly making you jump out of your skin, and the room goes quiet. “good morning everyone, I’m ellie. welcome to miller’s defense studio. today, I’m going to be teaching you guys basic self defense techniques. learning self defense is more than how to prevent an attacker from overpowering you, but also about keeping a clear and calm head in the face of danger and how to gain the upper hand..”

her introduction speech fades from your ears as you observe her confident demeanor. dressed only in a simple white wife-beater tank and sweatpants, she still stands tall with a commanding presence. her hair sits in a low bun at the back of her neck, tattoo on full display while her toned arms move animatedly as she speaks.

you blink a few times snapping out of it as dina taps your shoulder and looks at you. “what?” she nods her head at ellie who is looking at you, waiting for you to join her at the front. your eyes widen briefly, “oh fuck.” you mutter under your breath.

you quickly walk up to her in embarrassment and she smirks at you as if she knows something that you don’t. she puts her hand on your hip and leans to turn on the bluetooth speaker behind you. “hey ___” she whispers in your ear. goosebumps travel down your body. fuck, this is gonna be a long day.

after some basic blocking and hitting techniques, ellie decides to teach everyone how to throw an attacker over your shoulder. many cry of “what if they’re taller or heavier?” blah blah, doesn’t matter. next thing you know, ellie turns and steps away from you, grabs your arm, squatting and lifts your hips against her ass before pulling your arm forward, rolling you off her hips onto the floor, wind knocked out of you, hand now around your throat. you lay there stunned, out of breath as ellie’s face hovers close to yours. you take a small glance at her lips before looking up into her eyes and she smirks, also out of breath. fuck, you were caught.

with everyone now practicing the technique, she grabs your hand and pulls you up. “you okay? didn’t go too rough on you?” she places her hands on her hips and looks you up and down so quickly that you could’ve easily missed it if you weren’t paying close attention.

you laugh “no, no, I’m fine. that was pretty crazy. when did you learn how to do all of this shit? I mean, I knew joel had this place obviously but I didn’t know you were involved in it.”

“hm.. well, when joel adopted me I had some.. anger issues, getting into fights all the time. he eventually gave up on trying to ‘change my ways’ and decided to train me how to fight properly so I wouldn’t hurt myself.. tricked me into taking out my aggression elsewhere, so I guess he ended up changing me anyway..” she chuckles “but, yeah I don’t teach or join in on the classes, I do it on my own time. joel’s been booked up so he convinced me to do this for him.” she scratches the back of her neck sheepishly and blushes. you wonder if it’s because she told you something personal or it’s because it’s her first time teaching.

“well.. I wouldn’t have guessed this was your first time. you really know how to command a room. you’re a natural,” you smile at her shyly. “dunno know if I really feel prepared to come up against an attacker though, maybe you could teach me some more.” you mentally pat yourself on the back for your brave attempt at flirting.

she laughs, “oh yeah?” moving closer to you. you look at her briefly before looking away. “mhm!” is what you come up with. jesus christ. she laughs again and nods. “alright, I guess I can make an exception for you and give you some free lessons. I’m gonna go do the closing speech or whatever the fuck joel wanted me to do..” she looks somewhere behind you and her eyes widen. you follow her line of sight and see dina and jesse look away abruptly. okay, suspicious.

as everyone is packing up their belongings, you make your way over to jesse and dina. dina smirks at you, “so?”

“so what..?” you furrow your brows. “how’d it go up there?” before you can respond, ellie comes over and greets you guys. “ellie! ___ and jesse are coming over tonight, you wanna come smoke and chill?” she looks at you as she answers “yeah, sure” she shrugs and then looks over at dina and jesse, “just text me and let me know.”

as you walk to dina’s house, the cold bitter air of winter sends a chill down your spine. all of a sudden you hear a car pulling up next to you and a window rolling down. the sound of a man’s voice has your adrenaline pumping. walking away quickly, you put your phone to your ear and pretend that you’re talking to someone “hey! you think you can help me with some directions? my phone is dead and I’m lost.” your heart is racing and you click off the safety on your pepper spray. another car comes to a screeching halt behind you. a slam of a car door and quick footsteps has you looking back in fear.

ellie comes into your line of sight and puts you behind her, looking at the man with a challenging gaze “is there a fucking problem here?” you hear a flicking sound and look down, eyes widening when you see a switchblade in her hand. he skids off and she manages to take a picture of his plates, putting the switchblade in her back pocket before turning to you. she gently grabs your shoulders and looks at you in concern. “you okay? what happened?” she looks down at your hands and you hadn’t realized until now that you’re shaking. “c’mon.” she grabs your hand and leads you to her car, opening the passenger door for you.

“why are you walking around by yourself? jesus, ___ you could’ve been..” she looks away from you, cutting herself off and shakes her head, clenching her jaw. “I would’ve picked you up.” she starts the car, and pulls away from the curb.

“I know! fuck. dina lives so close I thought- yeah it wasn’t smart knowing what’s been happening.” she turns her head to look at you briefly, her gaze softening. “just text me or something next time okay? I don’t want you walking around by yourself, I’ll pick you up.” you nod and take a deep breath. “thanks for the save,” you laugh, trying to soften the mood. she, however does not laugh which makes you even more nervous. great, you think, I pissed her off. she glances at you, noticing your nervous fidgeting. she briefly squeezes your hand “it’s okay, I’m just glad you’re safe” she gives you a small smile. you feel butterflies in your stomach. the rollercoaster of emotions from fear to anxiety and now to the feelings ellie is giving you are a lot.

“I’m gonna stop back home to show joel the pics of the plates and tell him what happened so he can take it to the authorities or whatever. I don’t really wanna be the one talking to the cops. you want me to drop you off at dina’s first?” she glances at you. “no, it’s cool I’ll come with you.”

ellie’s house can be described as old and rustic. outdated wood paneling lining the walls, decor and photos that give it a country feel, the cozy smell and crackling sound of the lit fireplace flooding your senses.

joel greets you warmly. small town means he’s seen you grow up, being friendly with your parents. his demeanor is rough around the edges with a don’t fuck with me attitude, but also very polite and caring. you now realize how similar ellie is to him.

as ellie explains the fucked up situation which occurred minutes ago, your phone vibrates in your pocket.

dina🤍: dont kill me pls but I have to cancel tonight. my mom found out im failing stats and she’s on the fuckin warpath. ill make it up to u promise xx

me: fuccck i’m at ellies rn she saved me from some shit i’ll tell u ab it later but now i’m nervous help🥲 sorry ab ur mom i’ll pray for ur soul

you lock your phone and put it back in your pocket. the internal panic of now having to be alone with ellie settles deep in your gut.

ellie walks over to you “alright, joel said he’s gonna deal with it. you all set to go?”

“did dina text you? check your phone.”

you watch ellie’s eyes glide across her screen and it gives you a moment to ogle over how fucking attractive she is. her long lashes, sharp jawline and freckles more pronounced due to the soft glow from her phone emitting against the low lighting of the room. she looks up at you with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. “uhh fuck, well, do you want me to take you home?.. or we can hang out here if you want.” she looks away from you.

“yeah, I’m down to hang” you smile at her. she gives a small smile back and blushes. alright, maybe she feels the same way I do. “okay cool, you wanna smoke and watch a movie?”

smoke hazes around ellie’s dim lit room and the movie in the background is long forgotten. you’re laughing so fucking hard with tears in your eyes, and you don’t know if it’s because you’re so high or if ellie is really that funny. “you really decked your foster sibling in the face because he borrowed your savage starlight comic ellie?” she scoffs and throws a pillow at you. “he did not borrow it.. he stole that shit and thought he could get away with it. can’t let people fuck around with you like that in the system. makes you an easy target” she takes another drag of the joint.

“uh-huh,” you grab the joint and take a hit “well, clearly these kids learned not to fuck with the big, bad aggressive ellie huh?” she laughs and rolls her eyes “oh my god, shut up, ___.”

ellie thinks about how she likes that you’re not taking pity on her for her fucked up childhood, and how it’s so easy to talk to you. it feels natural opening up to you, not being able to do that with other people, not even jesse. it makes her like you even more.

you groan as you try to peel your heavy, post high eyes open feeling warmth around you, inhaling a scent filled with clean laundry and a hint of woodsy cologne. you open your eyes and see a sleeping ellie, mouth slightly parted, breathing slowly. your eyes widen, realizing your head is on her chest and her arm is wrapped around you. you glance over at her clock that reads 3:54am. fuck, you don’t even remember falling asleep. you move slightly trying not to wake ellie to text your mom saying that you fell asleep at dina’s. ellie stirs and groans, pulling you closer to her. fuck it. you don’t know if this will ever happen again. you close your eyes and drift back to sleep.

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femsolid · 1 year

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“We’re in 2019. Female hair is CENSORED everywhere. You don’t see it on TV. You don’t see it in magazines or adverts. There is an injunction of society for women to remain 'soft' and completely hairless. Just like a little girl. I don’t believe that’s a coincidence. Young, skinny, hairless girls have been very popular in the media for years and it makes me wonder. Who's behind it all? Who's perpetuating this message about women looking like adolescent girls? It sometimes feels rather paedophilic. It worries me.” – Camille Alexander. Musician (2019)

“Years ago I did think about getting laser hair removal for my navel hair, but then I realised I'd be paying a couple of hundred pounds just to conform to expectations that I don't even care about– I'd much rather use the money for a holiday or circus lessons! I think that's one of the things which annoys me so much about society and the media's expectation for women to be basically hairless– they're pressuring us to invest serious time and money and endure pain. It's a double standard and it's unfair. Being able to accept your body– hair, scars and all– is freeing. I remember seeing my Aunt Glynis dancing to reggae in the 90s with her armpit hair showing– she looked so confident, happy and free. As a child, I couldn't put my finger on 'why', but I can now. On a practical level, it feels pretty darn good when I consider how much time, money and pain I've saved by accepting my body as it is. I like to think that that memory of my aunt being free and totally comfortable in her own skin is one that I can emulate and pass onto other girls and women. It hasn't always been received well though. At Lambeth County Fair one year, a friend of a friend was seriously freaked out when he saw my armpits. He asked me "what's wrong with you? Why would you do that?!", which was pretty amusing but bewildering. It reminded me there will always be people out there who may react and judge me like that. Thankfully, the opinion of people who think like that means very little to me! For me having hair and not caring is a bit like being part of a secret club. When you notice someone else who is resisting society's expectations and staying hairy you feel solidarity and respect. It's nice to be part of that.” – Isabel (2019)

“As a teenager, I remember trying to stuff myself into a box of what a girl should be like. It always felt uncomfortable; padded bras, shoes that hurt and shaving rash. Running, swimming and climbing have helped me to see the strength and resilience in my body and to love it for what it is. Growing my armpit hair has been a recent experiment and the longer it gets, the more I like it! I like the way it looks & feels. It has given me a new respect for myself. So I say, embrace growth & if it pleases you, let it all grow!” – Jess (2018)

“Shaving, epilating or waxing hurts. I was tired of suffering, trying to adapt to the image of a ‘beautiful young woman’ society is selling us. Everybody told me to shave. As a teenager, it’s a huge subject among girls; where do you shave? What method are you using? It takes so much time and costs so much money (the majority of hair removal products are also not recyclable). All of these reasons coming one after another motivated me to stop shaving. I would often have irritated skin after shaving and being a very sporty person, the sweat and the friction of my clothes would cause pain.The worst thing was having sex on the second day after shaving my vulva. I didn't understand why women would suffer and waste so much time on hiding who they really are. By showing my body hair on stage, I would like to stimulate and change people’s point of view. I’d like to motivate women to make their own choices.”

– Darian Koszinski. Circus artist (2018)

“I stopped shaving completely when I was a teenager because of two instances. The first? I got tired of all the time wasted on maintenance and the discomfort that came with it. The second was when I went on a few multiple week-long backpacking trips; it would have been extremely inconvenient to spend hours ripping my hair out, so I let things grow. Being so close to nature let me dive deeper into and re-examine the relationship with myself and the world, acting as a mirror. In nature, there is wild; it is as beautiful as it is untamed. How could it be anything other than that? I felt so relieved and free when I let it grow out. It felt like being able to breathe. It was incredibly comfortable too. I felt a confidence and boldness returning, like I was replenishing some kind of primal power. I will say that a very pleasant side effect of having armpit hair is its ability to ward off rude people whom I wouldn’t care to interact or associate with anyway. Because the people that care about that sort of thing and make it a point to say how disgusted they are, are precisely the kind of people that I don’t want in my life.”

– Kyotocat (2017)

“At this point in life, I feel that the real question shouldn't be 'why did you let your armpit hair grow?' But actually, 'why did you shave in the first place?' Please celebrate your body! Own who you are and be that! Those who celebrate who and what they are, are creating a much open and safer space for those who are struggling to understand who and what they want to be in life. It might be easier said than done but give it a try. We'll then help create a healthier and understanding society with less bullshit than there already is...”

– Alex Wellburn (2017)

“I never stopped shaving because I never started. I do remember my mother shaving when I was younger and I thought that was pretty unnecessary since she was a strict muslim. I later realised it's a thing women do to look more desirable to men. It really irritated me that the people who reacted negatively to my natural armpit hair were men. Like it was the most disgusting thing in the world. It really gets on my tits. This is just one more reason that I don't shave it off. It belongs to me and I don't make noise about the "ugly"; hair on men which are sometimes pretty painful in the eye... But you've got to get over it and don't let these idiots get under it. I would recommend growing it to any women.”

– Ayan Mohamed. Graduate architecture student (2014)

Natural Beauty Photoshoot

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misshoneyimhome · 4 months

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You’re newest oneshot left me dead in a good way it was so hot and him being a cheeky shit saying that they probably heard her being loud. If requests are open, can I submit a request about trying anal for the first time and celebrating his new contract a new series of firsts for both.

Well, as long as it's in a good way bb! 😉

Sooo, this was definitely a first time for me to write about 😉 So I do hope I managed to get it out in a good way 🤍 However, I wasn't sure if you meant it was the first time for them both; so I just went with it 🌺

I did though get carried away a bit, so I apologise in advance for any mistakes or weird phrases 🙈 Additionally I also used this request ~ and tried to stick to the storyline, however, I'm sorry if I repeat myself too much - please do let me know 🙃

Anyway, If you like it, I’ll see you all in church *hell* 💦

Please enjoy 🤍

Warnings; where to begin... 18+ smut; oral sex (f receiving); unprotected sex (p in v); cum inside; cum licking/sucking?; fingering; anal toy, anal fingering; protected anal sex; did I forget anything?

[the 🌶️ is for more explicit content]

Word count; 5.5K

[Inexperienced!reader x Willy]

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt V I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️🌶️

Describing your relationship with William Nylander as having a substantial amount of sex would be an understatement.

Not only did he introduce you to various ways of experiencing pleasure and engaging in sexual intimacy, where both giving and receiving pleasure created an exhilarating connection, but he also proved to be an exceptional lover, partner, and boyfriend.

William expressed abundant love and affection, making you feel incredibly comfortable in your own skin as the two of you explored each other's bodies. His presence instilled confidence in you, and you reciprocated the exploration, discovering your deepest desires.

In the process, you found yourself engaging in activities you never thought you would, and despite feeling a bit dirty, each new experience left you with a sense of empowerment. It was akin to reading a romantic novel, where the once innocent larva transforms into a beautiful butterfly.

However, your romantic narrative wasn't solely about innocence; it was laced with hot passion and intense, raw sex. Similar to the hidden, steamy books many women keep in their bedside tables, your reality with William involved fulfilling those fantasies and more.

In your world, William brought those fantasies to life, and reciprocally, you did the same for him. Just the day before, you showed him just how good you could be for him. How good your mouth could work his length as he spilled himself into your warmth. And you’d drink all of him as you made him reach his climax again and again.

You’d celebrated William's new contract both with his family and then in private. And as the night had unfolded and left both of you content after moments of mind blown sex, William, once again returned to the loving boyfriend and broached a significant topic.

The prospect of moving in together.

For William, this step felt natural, almost expected, given the amount of time you spent at his place. To him, it seemed more practical for you both to share a home rather than maintaining separate spaces, especially since you were rarely at your own anymore.

However, for you, it carried more weight. William was your second serious relationship, following and including your high school sweetheart. And despite the growth and independence you had achieved since then, moving in together felt like such a mature, adult decision.

You had established your independence, secured a good job and your own place. You enjoyed the feeling of being a strong and independent woman, breaking free from the chains your ex had once held around you. Yet, your relationship with William had made things take a turn.

His demanding career, coupled with the unique lifestyle of being associated with the Toronto Maple Leafs, shifted your daily routine. Now, your friends were mainly the wives and girlfriends of the Leafs players, and hockey dominated your life with game nights, travel plans, and brunch dates.

Your world had turned upside down. Even maintaining a regular work schedule became challenging amidst late nights and quick trips to away games. Which also led to you finding yourself spending a substantial amount of time at William's place, making it more convenient to be together.

And tonight was no exception, as the Leafs faced off against the Sharks at the Scotiabank Arena. Proudly donning the #88 jersey among the other partners of the players, you cheered on the Leafs, celebrating their dominating 7-1 victory.

After the players completed their media obligations and changed back into their post-game outfits, William quickly sought you out, pulling you into his arms for a deep kiss.

"Min älskling," he whispered sweetly, expressing his affection.

It was one of those tender moments that showcased your love for each other, much like the other couples in the room. However, as romantic as it was, you were aware of how quickly the atmosphere could shift when you were alone.

William's eyes, filled with the excitement of the great win, locked onto yours. Feeling the tension building between your legs from his firm touches with his arms around your waist, you knew it was time to cut the conversation short.

And soon, you found yourselves on the way back to William's condo.

His arms remained around you as you rode the lift to his floor. As you entered the condo, his mouth found yours without hesitation, and William effortlessly picked you up, carrying you to the open kitchen – a place where you’d often shared heated, intimate moments before turning in for the night.

Seated on the dining table, you let his tongue explore your mouth, his hands roaming every inch of your soft skin as he slowly began to undress you. Simultaneously, you didn't let him remain fully clothed either.

Clothing items were discarded and tossed aside on the floor as you passionately kissed, stealing breaths from each other as you were deeply devoted.

“Willy,” you managed to moan between the eager kisses. “Fuck me…”

And he fully intended to do so.

But first, he'd indulge in his late-night snack. Bending down between your bare legs, his mouth came close to your needy heat. His lips planted hungry kisses on your inner thighs, teasing you and devilishly slowly building up pleasure.

And as your impatience got the better of you, your hand found his long blonde locks, gently tugging them to pull him a little closer.

A smirk formed on William’s lips as he sensed your growing desperation, but he didn't keep you waiting. Licking up your folds, he tasted your sweet honey, and the soft moans escaping your mouth only encouraged him further. Using his skilled mouth, he explored your core, licking and sucking your sweet, sensitive flesh. And as he heard your moans gradually growing louder, felt your heels digging into the back of his shoulders, he knew he could easily bring you to your first climax.

Then adding two of his large fingers to the equation, he eased them into your warmth while his mouth devoted itself to your clit. And only with several pumps of his curled digits, your moans called out William's name in between heavy breaths and deep, husky tones.

“Oh yes! Willy, I’m coming.”

And William had no doubt as your juices sprayed and coated his fingers, as well as moisturising his moustache.

“Mmm, tastes so good, baby,” he murmured into your cunt, as his fingers pumped slowly, guiding you down from the high, before carefully retreating them and licking them clean. His eyes gazed up at you, while yours met his in an intense moment.

“Please, I need you in me,” you found yourself pleading, and William couldn't contain his amusement as he rose from his position. With eyes still locked, he removed the last piece of clothing, freeing his hard cock from his boxers.

Your sweet whimper enchanted him, and with no more foreplay needed, William pulled you to the very edge of the table. He lined the tip of his member with your pulsating entrance and eased himself in.

Deep moans harmonised as he filled your depth, your walls hugging him tightly. Your hands wrapped around his neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss, letting your lips get moist from your own essence, and your tongue sensually licking his lips as you tasted yourself.

William held a firm grip on your thighs as he began rocking his hips, his length stimulating your walls with every motion. And your foreheads came to rest against each other, sharing breaths as his thrusts grew harder and deeper, eliciting small cries from you.

“Yes… Fuck, Willy… feels so good,” you whimpered as his cock touched your very back and hit a highly sensitive spot.

“Yeah, baby… your pussy is like made for me…” he moaned in return, the clenching of your muscles bringing him closer to climax.

It was passionate and lustful. Every pound became more eager, and as William felt your nails digging into the back of his neck, he knew you were about to reach your second orgasm.

He knew your body so well. Knowing exactly how to hit at what speed, and what angle to make you moan so sweetly. And he loved every bit of it. He loved it so much, it could bring himself to climax, sooner rather than later.

Then increasing his speed, letting his skin slam against yours, both your moans grew louder. Sweat formed on your skin, letting the intense heat fill the condo's air as sounds of sex echoed.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come….” You cried as his thrusts became overwhelming, your walls clenching, and your mind growing hazy.

“Yes, baby, I’m gonna come with you.”

And with deep grunts, both of you arched back and let the orgasms course through your bodies. Ecstasy filled your minds as visions became blurry, and William spilled his seed into the depth of your warmth.

As always, it was skilled, perhaps a bit quick, yet also intense for both of you.

Almost frozen in your position, William gently withdrew his member, watching as his cum slowly dripped from your tight space. And he couldn't help himself.

It was so hot. Seeing how he claimed you as his with his liquids, he then used two fingers to trace up your folds, collecting some of the sticky mixed fluids. And with a dark glare, he locked eyes with you, a smirk forming on his lips as he brought his fingers to your mouth.

“Open,” he commanded in his rough voice. And you did as told.

Letting your lips slowly part, slightly sticking out your tongue, you allowed him to put his coated digits into your mouth. You tasted the sweet and salty mix, circling your tongue around his fingers as you sucked him completely clean. Maintaining a sensual look in your eyes, you watched as William let out a small gasp.

This was hotter than he thought it would be.

He had to gulp as he slowly pulled out his fingers, and you made sure to let your lips feel every inch of them. “Fucking good girl…” was all he managed to whisper roughly.

And slowly, the two of you came out of the euphoric state, and with satisfied smiles across your lips, you retreated to the bathroom to clean up before tucking in under the covers.

Amidst soft lights in the bedroom, you couldn’t help but lie in comfortable silence, gazing at each other as you admired one another.

As you delicately traced his handsome facial features with your fingers, gently stroking them across his gorgeous pink lips, William then broke the silence.

“You’re so fucking hot… you know that, right?”

His voice was low and husky, his eyes darting from side to side as he studied every little detail of your face.

“You’re not too shabby yourself,” you chuckled lightly, but William wasn’t joking around.

His smile was wide, and his eyes sparkled in the dimmed lights, as he couldn’t help but adore you.

“What’s on your mind baby?”

You withdrew your hand and let your head rest on your arm as you offered William a soft smile.

“Nothing, I’m just thinking.”

“About?”

“…many things - like about why you like me so much,” you let out a soft sigh, a smile still on your face as you gently bit down on your lower lip, your eyes darting down into the sheets before looking back up at him. “And if you’re actually serious about me…”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he inquired with a concerned expression.

“I don’t know… I guess I just… can’t help but wonder… if you really feel completely satisfied with me?”

It was a question you’d been pondering for a little while now. Despite William often providing solid evidence of how he felt towards you, you still had a small amount of doubt - perhaps a fear that he was only interested in you for a short while before he got bored. That he was feeling lonely, and you’d been there for some time now and he’d just want someone around all the time.

But that was nowhere near the truth. William was sure of his feelings for you. Given that he wasn’t a type to overthink anything, he honestly just went with his gut feeling.

“What do you mean? Of course, I feel satisfied,” William let out a soft chuckle. What had you thinking like that, he thought.

“Well, I was just wondering… that maybe, there were still some things… you know, you’d want to do… sexually – that maybe, you didn’t feel like you could do with me?” Your voice unwillingly trembled a tad as you spoke the words. Though you knew he was your boyfriend and there was nothing to fear, you felt slightly nervous.

“Like what?”

“You know… like tonight, when you stuck your fingers in my mouth – I mean it was hot, definitely… but it just had me thinking that maybe there were still more things we haven’t tried – you know, fantasies you might want to explore?”

Though your questioning was primarily aimed at understanding William's needs, it equally reflected your own curiosity. You had sensed that William often hinted at his desires but not really speaking openly about them, almost as if he was holding back.

“Hmm...” he started softly, his eyes looking down as he pressed his lips together, pondering whether to share his thoughts or not.

“Willy, you can tell me…” you spoke softly as his eyes met yours again.

But he simply shook his head. “No, baby… I’m completely satisfied as it is.”

However, he wasn’t fooling anyone.

“Come on, I can practically hear the wheels turning in your head…”

And William knew you wouldn’t let it go until he let you in on what he’d been fantasising about for a while now.

“Well, there is something…” he spoke with a sly grin smeared across his lips, a little excited to see your reaction to his proposal. “We’ve touched on it a little, but I really want to…” His deep voice faded, his fingers tracing down your body, gently feeling your skin as his palm caressed your buttocks before he let his fingers slip between your cheeks and gently nudged your tight entrance furthest behind. “… feel myself inside you… here.”

A small gasp escaped your lips as you heard his idea. Yet, for some unknown reason, you were rather intrigued. Licking your lips, you studied his face as you enjoyed his finger gently poking your tight hole.

“Oh…” you breathed out lightly. “Well… Uhm.” You gave yourself a moment to think, though a part of you already knew the answer. And curiosity once again got the better of you. “Okay.”

You were surprised by your own voice speaking, your mind quickly agreeing to his suggestion, though it was way out of your comfort zone. And William seemed equally surprised.

Withdrawing his hand, he repositioned himself a little and looked intensely at you.

“Wait… seriously?”

And you couldn’t help but chuckle a little, as his reaction to your reaction was slightly amusing.

“Why not… we’ve done so many other things – why not this?”

William couldn’t really believe it at first. What had he turned you into? You were definitely no longer the innocent girl he’d met and shown new territories. But he liked it. You were amazing how you let yourself into curiosity. And most importantly, you wanted to do it all with him.

“Well alright then… but not tonight – let’s do it another night.”

“Okay,” you chuckled, as you then repositioned as well, with confidence you rose and straddled his hips, prompting him onto his back and gazing seductively down at him. “Guess this is going to be an interesting celebration week.”

And it most definitely was an interesting week.

Following the loss against the Islanders Thursday night in New York, William was looking forward to coming home to you again. Well, at least home to his own place, where he knew you’d be. Arriving during the night, he simply admired your figure tangled up in his bedsheets before he too surrendered to the night, a smile on his lips as he thought about your plans for the following evening.

While he’d been away, you’d done everything to prepare yourself for the Friday night.

You'd done research about the various ways to prepare yourself for the new activity you and William would explore. Mentally, you thought about what to expect—the possible pain and the pleasure.

You’d read about the dos and don'ts, understanding that reality wasn’t exactly equivalent to porno. So, real-life experiences were sought, and you felt confident in yourself. Having gotten to know your body a lot better over the past few months it had bolstered your self-confident.

Furthermore, you trusted William.

Though he hadn't experienced it himself, he felt confident too. He’d only tried one attempt with a girl in a casual friends-with-benefits relationship, where the encounter turned out to be somewhat unpleasant for both, and they couldn't go through with it. However, with you, he wanted to try again, taking it slow and creating a relaxed and comfortable atmosphere. While he hadn't delved into research as much as you, he ensured he was prepared. He wanted you to have the best experience possible.

And as William's training drew to a close, and he made his way home, he sensed a slow build-up of nerves. Which was an unusual feeling for him when it came to sex. However, since this was new for both of you, he wasn't entirely the experienced one this time.

Meanwhile at home, you were trying everything to keep yourself relaxed. Reassuring yourself that it wasn't a big deal—many people did this all the time, right? Yet, it was still a bit nerve-wracking. It was a territory you'd never even discussed with your girlfriends, and you hadn't really tried anything similar before.

So, you decided to enjoy a cup of tea to calm your nerves.

And when William returned home, you swiftly embraced each other, not bothering with too much talk before finding yourselves in the dimmed lights of your bedroom. You had tried to make it nice and cosy, even preparing with a towel just in case of an emergency.

As you and William were together in bed you felt yourself slowly relax. His warm body against yours, lips connected in soft and gentle motions, tongues dancing sensually. The soothing smell of candlelight filled the air as you eased into the sexual pleasure.

Naked under the duvet, you calmed more and more with each deep kiss. William's fingers slowly explored your heat, gently circling your clit before he entered two of his thick fingers, as he wanted to make sure you felt good. Loosen yourself into his touch as he carefully pumped his digits and stimulated your walls.

And as he worked your tense muscles, you let the pleasure slowly take over, coursing through every vein. You felt an orgasm cloud your mind, filling it with dopamine. William felt how the high made you clench around him, and as you slowly came down, he sensed your tense muscles relax.

“You’re okay, baby?” William's low, husky voice softly echoed in your ears as he broke the kiss and gently pulled out his fingers.

“Mmm…” you nodded, flashing him a sweet smile.

“And you're sure you want to do this?”

You couldn’t help but offer him a light chuckle as you gently stroked your fingers through his hair. “Yeah, Willy, I’m sure… just… go slow.”

The way William was so relaxed had made you relaxed too.

“Of course, baby… and you tell me to stop if that’s what you want,” his voice came out slightly serious. He didn’t want you to do something you deeply didn’t desire, nor would he risk hurting you.

“Willy, I’m good,” you grinned sweetly, biting down on your lower lip as you gazed up at him. “Actually, I’m a bit… excited.”

And that seemed to reassure him enough. With a gentle nod and a sly grin, William then pulled away from you, kneeled between your legs as he leaned over to the nightstand where he had a small butt plug ready, as well as a small tube of lube.

You watched him intensely as he took hold of the little bottle, coating his two digits he’d just used inside your cunt. Then, he hovered over you again, one arm supporting him next to your head while the other gently traced up between your ass cheeks.

You couldn’t help but let out a light gasp as you felt the cold lube touch your skin, but you did your best to maintain control of your breaths as William’s middle finger gently poked against your tight hole.

And very carefully, he pushed it in, his eyes still locked onto yours as he observed your reaction.

Soft moans escaped your lips. It was a strange feeling, good, but strange. The way his finger slowly eased in, stretching your entrance, was an odd sensation that had you feeling a new form of pleasure.

“Is this alright, baby?”

With a light 'yes,' you reassured him once more, encouraging him to keep moving. He took his time, pumping his finger as he watched you whimper and focused on your breathing.

Then delicately, William tried to add his second finger, making sure his motions were patient and slow. He let his two digits stretch you a little further, and a louder moan escaped you this time. The way his fingers stimulated your ass was slowly becoming a little overwhelming.

“Is this good?”

“Yes, Willy… shit, it feels good,” you panted.

Slightly surprised by your own words, you moaned softly and let sweet cries escape, feeling a rush of pleasure slowly forming. It wasn’t like the usual way an orgasm would build up, yet it did feel really good.

“Baby, let me put the toy in you, and I’ll take good care of you.”

With a soft nod and a deep breath, you relaxed your body and William carefully pulled out his fingers. Then, he leaned over again, grabbed the little metal plug with a small fake diamond to make it look cute, coated it with a good layer of lube, before he gently placed it by your entrance.

“Ready?” he inquired; his eyes locked onto yours as you gave him acceptance. You noticed yourself briefly holding your breath as he let the toy slowly slip into you yet surrendering to the pleasure of the cold metal.

“Oh… fuck,” you breathed out.

William couldn’t help but express a smile, quickly gazing down as he saw the silver disappear into your hole. It was more than just a turn on for him. He felt his hard cock throbbing just by the mere thought of feeling himself inside you.

But he remained patient and controlled. And as the toy was all the way in, William then came back into missionary, kissing you again to make sure you were feeling good and calm with the new toy.

And you most definitely did. It was stimulating you in a whole new way.

Then, still with your lips connected, William lined his member with your heat and slowly eased himself into your core. Your juices provided him with a good amount of lubricant, mixed with the lube from the butt plug.

“Fuck…” he heavily breathed out. “Oh shit, baby, I can feel it inside you.”

However, you were unable to respond. Feeling William filling you up with his cock, coupled with the little metal in your ass, had you seeing stars. And as he then began to rock his hips, gently and controlled, you couldn’t contain your louder moans.

It was beyond intense. William’s cock alone could normally hit you so perfectly; however, with the butt plug in your other hole, you were feeling more than just pleasure. This was a different kind of high you were about to reach.

“Yes, baby… God! You feel so fucking incredible…” William moaned along your sweet sounds, as he thrusted into you. “Shit, I’m gonna need you to come for me, baby… show me how good I make you feel.”

Though the dirty talk seemed to come naturally to him, William also felt the need to make sure you were feeling the comfort and pleasure like he was, ensuring you'd come at least one more time, before he could move on.

And he did not have to say much more. Holding a tight grip onto his shoulders, you let out cries, indicating you were so close to an orgasm. Feeling the intensity on your two holes being stimulated, it did not take much longer for you to almost scream out his name, letting your mind go completely foggy as you came.

“Oh Willy…” you whimpered softly, feeling his shaft softly pounding a few more times as you calmed down from your intense high. “Shit, that felt good.”

William was feeling rather satisfied with the results so far; however, he was also becoming more eager to have himself inside your ass.

So, with a few more seconds to make you both regain your breaths, he then slowly pulled out his cock, making you feel a void as he gently toyed with the little piece of metal.

“You think you can handle me, älskling?”

And with an excited nod, you bit down on your lip again, watched him intensely as you took in another deep breath and relaxed so he could slowly pull out the butt plug.

“Oh,” you moaned as you felt it stretch you once more, your hands finding the sheets to grab a hold onto.

Then, with the toy completely out, William tossed it aside, again reached over to the bedside table, finding the condom package and the bottle of lube, and skilfully wrapped himself up, giving the latex an extra coat of lubricant.

“Alright,” he spoke dark and husky, as he again came to lean his body over you. “Just breathe and relax. We’ll go slow, and you tell me if it hurts.”

"Yes," you managed to exhale, feeling the tip of his cock against your ass.

Raising your lower half slightly to provide better access, William tried to ease himself in very slowly, almost agonisingly so. Only allowing the tip to barely enter, he observed you squirming beneath him, your nails digging into his skin as you attempted to control your breath.

He then retracted just a little before gradually pushing further, allowing more of his length to slip inside.

"Fuck!" he erupted with a loud, raw moan. "You're so tight, baby!"

The intensity was overwhelming, overstimulating for both of you as your moans synchronised, resonating through the air. And in a matter of seconds, William was completely in, stretching your hole with his hard member.

A tear escaped from the corner of your eye, not a result of pain but sheer pleasure as William filled you up. And as he stared directly at you in search for any hints of discomfort, you flashed him a gentle smile and reassurance.

"Willy..." you whimpered softly, your breath catching. "You can move."

Your eyes remained locked as he delicately withdrew before pushing back in again. And slowly, he established a gentle rhythm, allowing the lube to coat his member as he swayed his hips, stimulating your ass.

You couldn't stifle your moans as this new wave of pleasure built up, your hands moving eagerly from the sheets to his shoulders to his hair, tugging on it as William pounded into you.

"God, baby, you take me so good," praises slipped off his tongue.

And he knew he wasn't going to last long. The muscles were a lot tighter than he was used to from your cunt, pushing him quicker toward his climax. His palms gripped tightly onto the sheets beside you, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he kept thrusting. His movements gradually became a little harder and quicker.

"Fuck... shit... oh, baby... fuck."

A series of curse words were shouted as William maintained a steady motion. And you couldn't even articulate coherent words any longer. Only deep breaths and loud moans escaped you, and air was emptied from your lungs as your eyes rolled back in your head.

"Willy... I'm... gon... Mmmm come..." you managed to blurt out in between cries and whimpers, feeling your climax about to peak.

And as William felt himself right on the edge as well, he couldn't control his hard thrusts and deep grunts any longer.

"Yes, baby... come with me..."

One of his hands forcefully grabbed onto the headboard of the bed as he now too cried out. On the brink of climax, ecstasy coursing through his mind, body, and soul. And as William felt your opening clench around him, as you moaned out his name in the purest sense of an intense orgasm, he then too, let himself surrender to the rush. Spilling his seed into the latex as a string of curse words and groans escaped his lips amid praises.

What felt like an eternity of a high rush was merely a few seconds, perhaps almost a minute, where the two of you were completely stunned. William's cock still buried inside you as you both slowly came out of the euphoric state of mind. Your legs trembled as you regained consciousness, your sight clearing as you felt your heated bodies share sweat and vibrations.

Breaths were deep and heavy, both of you finding your way back to reality.

And slowly, very slowly, William pulled out his shaft. Your ass felt sore and stretched, yet your body still lingered from the intense pleasure.

Smiles adorned your lips, and William took a few silent seconds to study your face, making sure you were feeling okay.

He rested his forehead against yours, sharing light chuckles before connecting your lips in a soft and tender kiss, ensuring the atmosphere remained romantic and sincere.

"You're feeling good?" he asked softly.

"Yes, Willy, that was incredible," you reassured him with a sweet smile. And again, you both waited a few more seconds, sharing a quick kiss, before untangling from the position.

Feeling beyond excited and satisfied, you took your time to clean up in the shower, softly and gently washing each other as you shared kisses and heartfelt giggles.

After all, William was a master at aftercare.

And as you retreated to the bed, he made sure to snuggle and cuddle with all his love.

"You're alright, baby?"

"Yes, Willy, you don't have to keep asking," you giggled as you rested your head on his chest.

"Sorry, I just want to make sure it was good for you too," he glanced down at you with an arm resting behind his head and a smile across his handsome face.

"It was, baby," you gently leaned up and placed a soft kiss on his lips before returning to rest on his broad torso, his hand softly stroking your hair while a brief, comfortable silence settled between you.

"Will you stay here tomorrow? Until the game," his husky voice softly spoke, his eyes sparkling in the soft lights of your bedroom.

“Mmm, yes - but I might have to go by my own place during the day,” you flashed him a content grin.

“Why’s that?”

You leaned up a little, stretching your arms as you looked down at him with a soft smirk.

“Well, I have to go home and… collect some stuff, you know… if I have to be here for a little longer,” you couldn’t contain your amusement as William slowly came to realise what you were saying.

“Wait… so that’s a yes?” He chuckled.

“Mmm,” you nodded with a wide smile. “But I’m not sure if I’ll give up my apartment just yet… I want to do this right, Willy, and for me, that just means taking things a little slow…”

“Of course, baby, whatever you need,” William smiled as he gently sat up and connected your lips in a tender kiss. His hand finding the back of your hair, pulling you close to him, before swiftly retreating again. “Hang on… so anal sex was what had you make up your mind?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his sudden exclamation.

“Hmm, I suppose - I mean, you’ve literally seen every part of me now.”

William’s grin grew a little wider.

“Well then I guess I should have suggested it sooner.”

With playful banter and shared laughter, you and William continued to bask in the afterglow of your intimate moment. And as the night progressed, you found comfort in each other's arms, exchanging sweet whispers and tender kisses. The condo became a haven for your shared secrets, desires, and newfound closeness.

And the next morning, as the alarm set off, you woke up entwined with William. The previous night's passion had created a deeper connection between you two, and the sense of intimacy lingered in the air.

With William then heading to morning skates, you took the opportunity to visit your place and gather a few more items than usual. And returning to his condo, you discovered he had made space for your belongings in his closet and bathroom. A wide smile adorned your face as you left your new home, eager to watch him play in the upcoming home game later that night.

#18+#Inexperienced!reader x Willy #william nylander imagine #nhl smut #wn88 imagine #william nylander smut #nhl hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #SlutsforPresidentNylander

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Passenger Princess | Sana

Genre: smut, established relationship (kinda), afab reader, fxf pairing Warnings: smut Minors DNI, car sex, thigh riding, oral sex, scissoring Synopsis: On your third date, you and Sana decide to take it to the next level. A/N: I'm thinking about doing more fxf drabbles/imagines. They will all be female idol x reader/OC and probably primarily smut. I won't do smut for idols born after 2001. Feel free to send requests to my inbox. No guarantee on when/if I'll write them, but I'd love some inspiration.

You weren’t sure how you managed to convince the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen to go on a date with you. Especially after you made a fool of yourself in the dance class you met in. Yet, here you were, on your third date with Sana.

“This is kinda cliche,” she said. “An overlook of the city at night and making out in the car.” Sana straddled your hips, her skirt contrasting with your jean-clad legs.

“Mm, it’s not usually two girls though,” you said, smirking as you brought your lips down to the soft and supple skin of her neck. Sana responded with a small whimper.

When she first agreed to go out with you, she’d admitted that she’d never gone out with a girl before, but had always been curious. It seemed that she liked it so far, having been the one to initiate the straddling.

You were dying to take it further; wanting to feel and taste every inch of her body. But you didn’t want to scare her. Though, you’d never know she was new to dating women, her confidence seemed to ooze out of her at times, seemingly surprising even herself.

“Will you give me more, sweetheart?” you asked, your hands gently wandering down to where her pleated mini skirt covered her ass. “Stop me if I go too far.”

Sana nodded her head and her breath hitched in her throat as you slowly began to lower the thin straps of her silk camisole. The jacket she’d worn over top long discarded. When the straps wouldn't go any further on their own, you tugged the shirt down over her breasts, feeling yourself grow increasingly wet as you realized she wasn't wearing a bra. Of course, she wasn't that shirt left little room to.

"Fuck," you said, taking in her chest. Immediately, you palmed one, causing Sana's head to fall back toward the steering wheel. Her little whimpers and moans only encouraged you to bring your mouth down to one of the nipples until you felt it harden beneath your tongue.

Sana began to grind down against your thigh. You could feel her wetness even through your jeans. To help her, you gently pulled up the hem of her skirt until just the bottom edge of her panties were visible.

"Fuck yourself on my thigh, Princess," you said, leaning back comfortably, flexed your thigh, and held her hips to help her balance. Ever eager to please, Sana placed her hands on the back of your car seat and began to grind her clit against your leg.

"Such a good girl," you said, reaching down to pull the hem of your shirt up over your head and reach behind you to unsnap your bra, letting her take you in as well. The car windows were beginning to fog up and you were certain the car shook.

Sana's breath hitched, and she was close to her first orgasm. But, she was holding back, her fingers digging into the seat.

"You wanna touch me?" you asked, grabbing her chin with your head and forcing her shy gaze to meet yours. "Don't be afraid, Princess. Touch me wherever and however you want." Gently, you guided one of her hands to your tit and allowed her to play around with it for a moment before you grabbed her hips. The signal to begin riding you again.

"You know, the first time I saw you dance, I couldn't stop thinking about what these hips could do." You left a mark just above her collarbone and felt her come from a combination of the delicious friction and your words.

As she caught her breath, you gathered her hair in your hand, twisting it around your wrist and letting it fall again and again. Sana had never looked more gorgeous and you were certain none of her past boyfriends managed to give her an orgasm like that with their dicks.

"You want to try eating my pussy, Princess?" you asked, reaching for the button of your jeans and pulling them down your thighs.

"Yes," Sana said. "Just tell me if I'm doing it wrong."

You smiled. "Don't worry about that." It was honestly cute how worried she was about pleasing you. You went into this knowing she was new to dating women and--if you were being honest--knowing you were the first girl to get her in this state of undress turned you on even more.

You moved your seat back all the way to make room for Sana to crouch in front of her. Sliding off your panties, you tossed them aside and spread your legs for her. Now that you were fully naked for her, a darker look took over her normally sweet brown eyes.

Sana wasted no time diving into your pussy. It almost surprised you the veracity she went in with. She started off by sucking on your clit; her hands clawing down your thighs. You let out a moan which seemed to only make her want to go harder.

Replacing her tongue with her fingers, she brought her tongue to your slit, drinking in your wetness and tonguing your slit like an absolute pro. You took her hair into your fist and used it as leverage to grind up into her tongue and chase your high.

"Fuck, Princess, you sure you've never done this before? You're a natural." Sana barely seemed to register what you'd said, too drunk on your pussy. It only took her a few more minutes to get you cumming.

When she pulled away and look at you, your juices covered her lips and--in your opinion--there was no sexier sight when she swooped her tongue across her lips to clean you off of her. But, it also had you already rearing to go again, needing to fuck her properly now. Without your normal supply of toys, it left you with one option.

"Lay back," you said, moving from the driver's seat and helping her lean the back all the way down. Pulling off her skirt and panties, you looked down at her pussy, nearly groaning just from the sight of it swollen and throbbing; needing a release.

Situating yourself above her, you brought your pussy down onto hers, grinding hard and fast against her. You groped at her chest and let your eyes sweep over her entire body and where you connected.

"Fuck, I'm going to make you into such a pretty little slut, Princess," you said, biting your lip as you felt your orgasm approaching.

"Yes, use me for your pleasure, please," Sana cried out. It was the encouragement you needed to get you both cumming and collapsing on one another at the same time.

"I cannot wait to get you home."

#fanfiction #fanfic #twice fanfic #twice smut #twice x reader #twice x fem reader #fxf smut #twice sana fanfic #twice sana smut #sana smut #twice smut fic #twice kpop #kpop smut #farfromsuga

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femmefatalevibe · 2 years

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Femme Fatale Booklist:

Books to become your dream girl. This list is curated to unleash the empowered woman inside, tap into your dark feminine energy, and help you succeed in every area of life. Sections are listed below:

Self-Development/Mindset

Seductive Psychology

Femme Fatale/Dark Feminine/Feminist Reads

Business/Finance/Entrepreneurship

Productivity

Mental Health

Physical Health

Fashion & Beauty

Get educated. Expand your mind. Enjoy xx

Self-Development/Mindset:

Mindset: The New Psychology of Success by Carol Dweck

The Magic of Thinking Big by David Schwartz

Atomic Habits by James Clear

You Can Heal Your Life by Louise Hay

Don’t Believe Everything You Think by Joseph Nguyen

The Mountain Is You: Transforming Self-Sabotage Into Self-Mastery by Brianna Wiest

Boundary Boss: The Essential Guide to Talk True, Be Seen, and (Finally) Live Free by Terri Cole

The Confidence Formula: May Cause: Lower Self-Doubt, Higher Self-Esteem, and Comfort In Your Own Skin by Patrick King

The Slight Edge by Jeff Olson

Choose Your Story, Change Your Life: Silence Your Inner Critic and Rewrite Your Life from the Inside Out by Kindra Hall

When You’re Ready, This Is How To Heal by Brianna Wiest

Hunting Discomfort: How to Get Breakthrough Results in Life and Business No Matter What by Sterling Hawkins

The Four Pivots: Reimagining Justice, Reimagining Ourselves by Shawn Ginwright

The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron

A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life's Purpose by Eckhart Tolle

The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle

Seductive Psychology:

48 Laws of Power by Robert Greene

Mastery by Robert Greene

The Art of Seduction by Robert Greene

How To Win Friends & Influence People by Dale Carnegie

Power vs. Force by David Hawkins

Femme Fatale/Dark Feminine/Feminist Reads:

Unbound: A Woman’s Guide To Power by Kasia Urbaniak

Pussy: A Reclamation by Regena Thomashauer

Why Men Love Bitches: From Doormat to Dreamgirl―A Woman's Guide to Holding Her Own in a Relationship by Sherry Argov

A Single Revolution by Shani Silver

This Is Your Brain On Birth Control by Sarah Hill

Taking Charge of Your Fertility by Toni Weschler

Regretting Motherhood: A Study by Orna Donath

Invisible Women: Data Bias in a World Designed for Me by Caroline Criado Perez

Women Who Run With The Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype by Clarissa Pinkola Estes

The Second Sex by Simone De Beauvoir

The Ethics of Ambiguity by Simone De Beauvoir

A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf

Women & Power: A Manifesto by Mary Beard

Spinster by Kate Bolick

What French Women Know: About Love, Sex, and Other Matters of the Heart and Mind by Debra Ollivier

Living Forever Chic: Frenchwomen's Timeless Secrets for Everyday Elegance, Gracious Entertaining, and Enduring Allure by Tish Jett

Business/Finance/Entrepreneurship:

Never Split The Difference by Chris Voss

Influence: The Psychology of Persuasion by Robert Cialdini

The 2-Hour Cocktail Party by Nick Gray

The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People by Stephen Covey

Girl On Fire by Cara Alwill Leyba

Women, Work & the Art of Savoir Faire: Business Sense & Sensibility by Mireille Guiliano

Crucial Conversations Tools for Talking When Stakes Are High by Joseph Grenny

Living On Purpose: Five Deliberate Choices to Realize Fulfillment by Amy Eliza Wong

The Earned Life: Lose Regret, Choose Fulfillment by Marshall Goldsmith

The High 5 Habit: Take Control of Your Life with One Simple Habit by Mel Robbins

Building a Second Brain: A Proven Method to Organize Your Digital Life and Unlock Your Creative Potential by Tiago Forte

The Culture Code: The Secrets of Highly Successful Groups by Daniel Coyle

Rich As F*ck: More Money Than You Know What to Do With by Amanda Frances

Rich Bitch by Nicole Lapin

Like She Owns the Place by Cara Alwill Leyba

So Good They Can’t Ignore You by Cal Newport

The First Minute: How To Start Conversations That Get Results by Chris Fenning

Thinking, Fast and Slow by Daniel Kahneman

Build: An Unorthodox Guide to Making Things Worth Making by Tony Fadell

The Hard About Hard Things by Ben Horowitz

The Psychology of Money: Timeless Lessons on Wealth, Greed, and Happiness by Morgan Housel

Productivity:

The Science of Self-Discipline: The Willpower, Mental Toughness, and Self-Control to Resist Temptation and Achieve Your Goals by Peter Hollins

Free Time: Lose The Busy Work, Love Your Business by Jenny Blake

Vision to Reality: Stop Working, Start Living by Curtis Jenkins

Deep Work: Rules For Focused Success in A Distracted World by Cal Newport

Finish What You Start by Peter Hollins

Mental Health:

Becoming The One by Sheleana Aiyana

Attached by Amir Levine

Feeling Good: The New Mood Therapy by David D. Burns

Whole Again by Jackson MacKenzie

Take Your Lunch Break by Massoma Alam Chohan

Stop Overthinking by Nick Trenton

Codependent No More by Melody Beattie

Designing the Mind: The Principles of Psychitecture by Ryan A. Bush

Radical Acceptance: Awakening The Love That Heals Fear and Shame by Tara Brach

Recovery from Gaslighting & Narcissistic Abuse, Codependency & Complex PTSD by Don Barlow

Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents: How to Heal from Distant, Rejecting, or Self-Involved Parents by Lindsay C. Gibson

Inner Child Recovery Work with Radical Self-Compassion by Don Barlow

What Happened To You?: Conversations on Trauma, Resilience, and Healing by Bruce D. Perry & Oprah Winfrey

Atlas of the Heart by Brené Brown

Physical Health:

The China Study by T. Collin Campbell

The Blue Zones by Dan Buettner

How Not To Die by Dr. Michael Greger

Befriending Your Body by Ann Saffi Biasetti

Brain Over Binge by Kathryn Hansen

The Power of Self-Discipline by Peter Hollins

Fit at Any Age: It's Never Too Late by Susan Niebergall

French Women Don't Get Fat by Mireille Guiliano

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PAC: About Your Future Spouse ❤️‍🔥

Hello, my Alchemist Babes ❤️‍🔥 This pick a card reading is going to tell you about your future spouse, such as their personality, characteristics and their potential careers etc. Also, keep in mind that this is a COLLECTIVE reading so it may or may not be for you. Anyways, I’m The Alchemist Bae and I am an experienced intuitive tarot reader that provides the upmost guidance/clarity to those who need it. I don’t sugarcoat and with my Mercury in Aries; I am very direct and straightforward. I am NOT responsible for any actions you take from my readings whether they are pick a card readings or personal readings. You have free will and are accountable for your own decisions/actions.

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❤️‍🔥 PILE 1:

Cards Pulled: Judgement, Four of Swords, Seven of Cups, The Sun

❤️‍🔥: Your future spouse is an assertive person and a leader with a clear vision. This person doesn’t usually second guess themself and always open to new perspectives and different pathways to get to their desired destination. This person is quite introspective and likes to self assess their past and current behaviors and habits. They acknowledge their past mistakes and always tries to make their selves a better person. Your future spouse may have gone through some major transformations or life changing events in their life which has opened up a new side to them. They had a wake up call/awakening that has truly brung about changes , yet positive changes into their life. They are always up to date and looking for unforgettable moments to experience. They always remember what happened to them in the past but prefer to live life openly and confidently in the future. They are always changing so you must be open to change and accept their transformative ways. They seem to like to be isolated a lot or requires a good amount of space. They may like to take vacations or could also like to sleep a lot. This person is very calm and non-confrontational. Through experiences, they have learned to get along with many different personalities and therefore make great friends and partners. It’s hard to get under your FS skin. They know how to keep their composure and try to always find solutions. If you are into that toxic type of love, trust this person will change all of that or it’s possible you need to choose another pile lol because this person is NOT having none of that. This person may daydream a lot or can always be detached from reality at times. They are a wishful thinker but can tend to be blind to red flags or illusions that they create in their mind. This person loves to fall in love but tend to fall more so in the fantasy of what they feel love is and not seeing things for what they truly are. But overall, this person seems pretty positive and has a positive outlook on things. Definitely is vibrant and lively and a overall happy person.

Characteristics: Bold, confident, lively, firm, versatile, calm, non-violent, soft-spoken, quiet, imaginative, average height 5’8” - 5’9” ( male ) 5’5” 5’6” ( women), curly hair, beard(male), slightly chubby, glasses for some, piercings, tattoos. Fire Sign ( Leo ) , Water Sign ( Pisces, Cancer ) Air Sign ( Libra, Aquarius), yoga instructor, web designer, technician , manager, veterinarian, nurse

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❤️‍🔥 PILE 2:

Cards Pulled: The World, Seven of Swords, King of Pentacles, Wheel of Fortune

❤️‍🔥: Your future spouse is someone who sees the bigger picture and understands how the Universe works. They are very wise and scholarly. They are someone with substance and are not afraid to put in the efforts and get their hands dirty. They are hard workers who tend to get promoted quite quickly or advance in their career very fast as well. This person is quite confident and have a positive attitude. They may love to travel the world or their job may consist of traveling. They are very adventurous people. This person is well educated and can be relied upon or trusted. I’m seeing a downside to this person though. They are very sneaky / secretive so either the relationship will be kept under wraps or you just won’t know everything about this person. This person is quite clever, ambitious and daring but not stupid. This is the type of person that will always be 10 steps ahead. This person may have a hard time with dealing with obligations and responsibilities or just seems to run away from their problems preferably through work or study. This person may tend to take the easy way out of things and hides from the truth. I do see that this person is very strategic though and may like to do things alone or be alone at times. This person definitely keeps their plans secret. They may try to run away from a lot of things or situations that they would rather not deal with. But hey, everybody has their pros and cons. Your future spouse is very financially abundant; well off/wealthy. They definitely worked their behinds off to build such a stable foundation. This person is quite successful and has a great work ethic. They are good with both money and people. They are good in business, patient, stable , secure and a hard worker. This person will definitely go the extra mile with you. But working may be a priority for them so keep that in mind. Your person is highly intuitive and has an expanded awareness. They can be risk takers who are willing to gamble with life in hopes of being lucky. Though this person tends to attract love pretty easily. This person is a true chameleon , always changing and evolving. You can expect alot of expansion in different areas with this person.

Characteristics: Wise, confident, dependable , reliable, protective, generous, strategic, sneaky, secretive, hardworking, lucky, fortunate, wealthy, successful, expansive, loving, emotionally available Earth Sign ( Taurus, Capricorn ) Air Sign ( Aquarius, Libra ) Fire Sign ( Leo, Sagittarius ), tall, fit built, black/brown hair, hazel eyes , brown eyes, lean/slim, dimples, Entrepreneur, Crypto investor, own business, developer , constructor, Angel investor.

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❤️‍🔥 PILE 3:

Cards Pulled: Five of Swords, Knight of Cups, Page of Wands, Eight of Pentacles

❤️‍🔥: Your future spouse is a rough and tough person with a competitive mentality who wants to win at all cost. Take from that which you may 👀. This can be considered a bully attribute perhaps not with you but with others. Please keep that in mind. This person can be quite a handful and this can very much so be an inner battle within this person. This person can be quite manipulative and conflict-driven. I’m definitely seeing possessive and jealousy issues here. So expect to be only for them and them only. I definitely would pay close attention to that. This person may tend to be in the middle of conflict or drama and they may be uncomfortable when competition steps at their doorstep. You should never put this person in a position where they will have to compete for you and your love. Again, take this information as you please. This person has a mentality of “ get others, or others will get them” . This person feels like people are always out to get them. This person knows how to use people’s weaknesses against them. I’m sorry but it’s giving NARCISSISTIC. On a brighter note, this person is good with their words, witty and intellectual. But I’m seeing that this person might LOVE BOMB you. They are hopeless romantics but only for their own pleasures… not for you… Honestly I would steer clear from this person .. this could be someone you already know . This person knows the right things to say and the right things to do and that fits into their game of manipulation. I’m seeing a very adventurous but childish energy here. This is someone who is not ready for commitment and it’s very possible that cheating can be at bay. I’m more concerned on why you are attracting an individual like this Pile 4. But not everyone is perfect and sometimes we tend to run into those bad apples. I do see that this person is a hard worker , always perfecting their craft and reaping the benefits of doing so. They are goal oriented people and rarely ever procrastinate. Your future spouse is someone who knows how to get stuff done. A relationship with this person is definitely a hell of a ride. Prepare for the thrill because there is always some tricks up this person’s sleeve. I’m seeing more lust than love coming from this connection. For those who chose this pile, please pay attention to the red flags and avoid this person. Typing this has literally got me sick to my stomach. It’s time for you to step out your comfort zone and leave the “bad boy” type alone because trust.. you will get your heart broken many times until you start truly knowing your worth and letting go of these type of people. Good luck. 🫠

Characteristics: Narcissistic, manipulative , goal-oriented, egotistic, adventurous , childish, Water Sign ( Scorpio, Pisces), Air Sign (Aquarius), Fire Sign ( Aries, Sagittarius), Earth Sign ( Virgo) tattoos, neat, wavy hair, muscular, thin, professional, CEO, financial advisor, banker, corporate, firefighter, doctor, fitness instructor

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❤️‍🔥 PILE 4:

Cards Pulled: Four of Cups, Five of Pentacles, The Star, Five of Wands

❤️‍🔥: Your future spouse may struggle with being discontent and stagnant in life. They are not very optimistic which can lead them to missing out on many opportunities. This person is quite unmotivated and may need an extra push to pursue after their goals and happiness. This could very much be their current energy right now where they are in a stage in their life where things aren’t sunshine and rainbows. But the good thing about this, is that this can change and they can evolve from this. They may be too focused on what is not working out for them rather than appreciating and focusing on all the good that they have. They may have a tendency of never being satisfied. Though they do feel very alone in this world and can be quite pessimistic , they are still pretty hopeful people and have a bit of faith that things can change which is their driving force to keep pushing as of now. This may be a depressed individual and someone who may have fear of abandonment issues. This person tends to feel like an outsider and may always seem to be in a bit of a crisis. This is someone who feels as if they are always on the back end and their luck is out of reach. This person feels as though something vital is missing in their life, but they do not know how to change it. Your person is often overwhelmed and requires help from others to stay afloat. This could stem alot of negative emotions amongst this person.. like anger, sadness etc. You just might be the light at the end of the tunnel for this person though. They definitely had a hard life but I do see that this person will come out on the other end with great hope and determination. It just will take time and faith. This person is quite gentle, magnetic and creative. This person isn’t afraid to be vulnerable. Your future spouse is willing to be open and will share their feelings often. This person is quite dreamy and romantic. They possibly get lost into their own world/bubble since that’s the only way they truly feel safe. They are highly sensitive to the needs of others and will strive to satisfy others’ needs before their own. They just are very nice people despite their challenges. No matter what life has thrown at them , they still want to be a light to others even if they struggle to do that for themselves. This person is a lost soul who a searching for themselves and for meaning in life. I do see low self esteem and they constantly doubt themselves but they will keep pushing even with the world on their shoulders. Apart of them , has hope and that hope is what’s keeping them here. They have big hearts and are quite compassionate.

Characteristics: Intelligent, gentle, hopeless romantic, humanitarian, compassionate, big-heartedness. Fire Sign ( Leo ) , Air Sign ( Aquarius ), Earth Sign ( Taurus) , Water Sign ( Cancer ), caramel skin-tone, long hair , curly/wavy hair, freckles, brown eyes, manager, dog Walker, chef, Uber driver, cashier/waiter, artist, songwriter.

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eclecticqueennerd · 10 months

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Confessions

Part 5

*language, violence, mention of p*rn, mentions of dr*gs, angst, smexual situations 18+ please*

Soldier Boys POV

He couldn’t give two shits about Butcher’s vendetta against Homelander. He didn’t need his help in settling the score against Payback, I’m the first goddamn supe. The only reason why he stuck around with the boys is because of y/n. He thought he was in love before with the Countess but boy was he wrong. Sure, the Countess was gorgeous and had talent, especially when her lips were wrapped around his cock, but deep-down Ben felt like she was only doing things for him out of fear, a fear he didn’t see in y/n. Y/n had every right to be afraid, he blew up her friend and almost killed her for god’s sake, that’s not my fault, it's whatever those fucking Russkies did to me. He also killed one of her friends, MM was it, family members, okay that was my fault I was so high I couldn’t see straight. To impress y/n that he’s a better man than Butcher, Ben apologized, even though deep down he didn’t really mean it.

Ben and y/n talk about some of the most random shit. She’d tell him jokes he didn’t quite understand but would chuckle at anyway. He’d talk about meeting celebrities that have long since died and which ones were dickheads. On the rare times they had an hour free, she’d explain what was happening in Game of Thrones, ‘Why didn’t the dumbass just zigzag?” “I KNOW RIGHT? Goddamn it Rickon!” She’d have him listen to different bands from various eras; Ben decided that he liked listening to Wanted Dead or Alive. They’d bond over their love for discovering new foods, however, nothing they find will ever replace his love for a double bacon cheeseburger with extra bacon.

The rest of the gang slowly warmed up to Ben once they realized how fast y/n trusted him. They understood that he was a man out of time, and he needed to be taught a few things about this day and age. What he can and can’t do, how to address men and especially women, how to work a smartphone, and how to access the internet. There was one time, okay several times, Ben stumbled across a porn website by ‘accident’ on y/n’s ipad. The loud moans on the video echoed in the living room and Ben had to remember how to turn the sound down. Is it this button? *screenshot*. Ben would continue to fumble around with the device until he decided to give up. He’ll figure it out one day, but right now he needed to crank it out.

Frenchie and Ben would talk about their favorite illicit substances, Hughie would ask some dumb fucking questions which would almost always end up with him being tongue lashed by Ben. Even MM found it acceptable to sit on the same side of the room as him, they still never interacted. The only one that appeared to have a problem with how close Ben was getting with everyone was Butcher. Ben didn’t care about that though, he can go fuck himself. Every time Butcher would try to tell Ben something shitty about y/n and how he should focus on the mission and Homelander, Ben would just go about his day and reply, “Takes a real broken man to try and bring down a woman at the top of her game.”

But after all that, Ben’s favorite thing was going on missions with y/n and watching her work, it was his new religion. The way y/n’s hips sway back and forth in her skintight tactical suit showing the world she’s comfortable in her own skin, the brutality she showed towards their victims and the confidence she now exudes, Ben likes to think he had a hand in that.

Y/n grabs the knife from Ben’s belt. She proceeds forward to their tied-up victim, one that’s going in and out of consciousness. This is one tough bastard. His face all puffed up, lip busted and the hinting of dark bruises forming on his face. Then, a blood curdling scream,

“Tell us what we want to know! Where are the TNT Twins?” Ben saw his knife lodged just above the kneecap while y/n shook the man by the shoulders.

“I’d tell her where they’re at. She’s supposed to play nice cop.” Y/n twists the knife and screaming rang out again.

“Y/n the bastard is gonna bleed out before we get our info.”

“He won’t bleed out, at least not as fast as you’d think. Where I stabbed him just barely misses the major blood vessels that is embedded in the synovial joint. It’s riddled with nerves so if I do this,” she moves the knife slightly, the victim screams out, “He’ll feel it. If we don’t kill him by the end of this then any infection that penetrates the joint fluid, will.” Marry me.

“I don’t know where they're at now, but I know Herogasm is in 3 days at their place outside of New York!” The man confesses and gave the address to the house, Ben left the man tied up on the chair and walked towards the entrance of the dilapidated warehouse. While the two of you were walking back to Butcher's car, Ben asked,

“Normies don’t have that much force behind them to jab a knife into some assholes knee. What kinda powers you got?”

“I was a field surgeon in the United States Army before I joined the boys, so I know my way around the human body. When I stayed with Grace, they ran me through a series of tests and realized I’ve got strength and stamina, accelerated healing, heightened reflexes and a potential for hand-to-hand combat. I’m still working on that though. When training with Grace’s men, I was be too strong for them and break a bone or something so no one wanted to train with me. That was the end of that.”

“You know, I could train you if you wanted. Will be a little harder to break my bones doll. Plus you get to be up close and personal with the nation's hero Soldier Boy.” Ben throws in a wink for good measure. Y/n giggles,

“Thanks, but no. I’d rather stick with the knives.” Y/n waved Bens knife around in the air. Ben reached out and grabbed it and placed it back in its sheath.

“Which by the way you need your own. You can’t keep taking mine whenever you feel like it.” You could take anything from me whenever you want. Shit, take me right now.

“Are you twats ready to go yet or should I circle around the block?”

Y/n’s scent was intoxicating, her musk mixed with the vanilla scent of her perfume, not too light, not too heavy, just right. Ben, being the upstanding gentleman he is, let y/n sit in the front seat but learned the back of Butchers cadillac was torture. The limited leg room, lack of airflow to the back of the car and the shitty rear suspension almost made Ben regret giving up the front seat. Almost. If he positioned himself just right, Ben could see y/n tits bounce up and down in her top every time the car hit a pothole. Ben had to adjust himself on occasion to accommodate the semi chub growing in his pants.

The car was placed in park, and everyone exited. Finally. Once you reached the hideouts front door, Ben commented,

“You know, you have quite a knack for that.” y/n looked up at him questioningly. “Torture. Where’d you learn it? I’m assuming they didn’t teach you that in basic training.” y/n huffed,

“No. I picked up a few things from that one there,” she points to Butcher now slamming his bedroom door shut. “I just never had the stomach to follow through. I shall never intentionally do or administer anything to the overall harm of my patients and all that jazz.” Ben poured himself a glass of whiskey.

“What’s changed?”

“I don’t’ know, but I think I like it.” y/n flicked her hair back using her hands. She was being sassy, is that what they call it nowadays? Ben poured out a glass of whiskey for y/n and they both downed the amber liquid, simultaneously let out an exhale to help rid the burning sensation.

“We’ll I’m a bloody mess, I need a shower.” Y/n went to her room and grabbed a fresh set of clothes. Ben poured himself another glass of whiskey as he watched y/n come out of her room again. She was looking right at him and had this look on her face, eyes darker. Y/n slowly walked into the bathroom, keeping eye contact and gently shutting the door. Ben downed the glass of whiskey and walked over to the bathroom. She wants to get up close and personal with Solider Boy in a different way, got it.

@butchers-girl @xmariakx

@deans-spinster-witch

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Sakuya Sakuma | [R] Keeping Your Love All to Myself | Sakuya-kun’s Love Life!?

Sakuya: Hmm… What should I get the Director for White Day?

Sakuya: (I want to give her something she’ll be happy with, but there’s so many things to choose from.)

Sakuya: (Huh, is that Kasumi-san over there?)

Sakuya: Kasumi-san, hello!

Kasumi: Hello, Sakuya-kun! Never thought I’d run into you here.

Sakuya: Same here! Are you out shopping too, Kasumi-san?

Kasumi: No. I just finished doing an interview and I’m on my way back to the publisher.

Sakuya: Ah, I see…! I’m so sorry to hold you up like this while you’re working!

Kasumi: Fufu, don’t worry about it. I was planning on taking a break and taking my time getting back.

Kasumi: Anyway, about what you just said… you’re in the middle of doing some shopping right now, Sakuya-kun?

Sakuya: Yeah, I am, but…

Kasumi: …But something is troubling you?

Sakuya: Huh, how’d you know!?

Kasumi: I could tell just by looking at your face. Feel free to confide in me, I’m always willing to talk things out with you, okay?

Sakuya: …Thank you so much! Well then, is it okay if I talk to you about it a bit now?

Kasumi: Yes, of course!

Sakuya: Actually, I’m worried about getting a gift for someone dear to me for White Day.

Kasumi: I see, White Day is coming up, isn’t it?

Kasumi: …Wait, someone dear to you!?

Sakuya: (Huh? The Director has always looked out for me, so she’s someone dear to me, right?)

Sakuya: Yeah. But I’ve looked at so many different stores, but I still don’t know what to get…

Kasumi: Your face is so serious, Sakuya-kun… That person must be really important to you.

Sakuya: Of course!

Kasumi: So in other words, this is about your love life…!

*Wind blows*

Sakuya: Huh? What was that? I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that because of the wind…

Kasumi: No, it’s nothing! Anyway, this means you have to put all your heart into picking something out.

Sakuya: Yeah!

Kasumi: Right… I think it’s pretty standard to give sweets in return, but I think something like a handkerchief would also be nice to get…

Kasumi: If they’re a busy person, something like bath salts or hand cream could be a good idea around this time of year.

Sakuya: Ah…! That reminds me, she did mention that her skin has been feeling a little dry lately!

Kasumi: Then I think hand cream would be just the thing! It looks gorgeous and I think it’d be the perfect thing to give in return.

Kasumi: Right, right, there’s a new hand cream that just released that smells like sakura and it’s really popular with women right now…

· ❀ —– ٠ ❀ ٠ —– ❀ ·

Sakuya: Thanks to you, I was able to decide on something to give her! And thank you so much for telling me about the store that sells the hand cream, Kasumi-san!

Kasumi: Fufu, you’re welcome. I’m glad I was able to help you, Sakuya-kun.

Sakuya: Well then, I think I’m gonna head off right away!

Kasumi: Head off… to the store that I told you about?

Sakuya: Yeah! If it’s a popular hand cream, then I need to get there as soon as I can or it might sell out.

Kasumi: But will you be okay on your own? Do you want me to come with you?

Sakuya: Thank you for your concern. But I’ll be fine!

Kasumi: I see. Well then, take care, okay?

Sakuya: I will! Thank you so much for your help today, Kasumi-san!

*Footsteps*

Kasumi: …

Kasumi: (I’m still worried though, since it’s a little complicated to buy high-end cosmetics. I’ve still got some time before my break is over…)

Kasumi: Alright, I’ll go and check in on him just a little bit!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Sakuya: I’m here…

Sakuya: (I don’t come to places like this very much, so I’m a little nervous, but…)

Sakuya: (I think this is the store that sells the hand cream Kasumi-san told me about.)

Sakuya: Excuse me. I came here to buy a hand cream that smells like sakura…

Store Worker: The new product that was released last week, correct? Excuse me for asking, but did you make an online reservation, sir?

Sakuya: Huh, reservation?

Store Worker: Yes. That item has become very popular, so most people come here after making a reservation…

Sakuya: I-I see!

Sakuya: I’m sorry, I didn’t make a reservation… Do you have to make one in order to buy it?

Store Worker: No, if there are any left in stock in the store, we’ll be able to give one to you.

Store Worker: Would you please wait here a moment while I go check?

Sakuya: Yes! Of course!

Kasumi: (Way to go, Sakuya-kun! Please let there be some in stock…!)

Azami: Hm? Is that Kasumi-san?

Yuki: What are you doing sneaking around like that?

Kasumi: Azami-kun and Yuki-kun!? Umm, well, about that…

Sakuya: Huh? That voice… Kasumi-san?

Kasumi: S-Sakuya-kun!

Sakuya: And Azami-kun and Yuki-kun too… Are you three shopping together?

Yuki: I don’t know what Kasumi’s doing, but Azami and I came to check out the new high-end cosmetics.

Kasumi: Right, right, I just bumped into them by chance. I just… had something important to attend to.

Sakuya: I see! Ah. Kasumi-san, I was able to get the hand cream!

Kasumi: Really? I’m glad!

Sakuya: Me too. It seems like it’s really popular, but the store worker told me they had just one left in stock…

Sakuya: Now I’ll be able to properly give her a gift in return for White Day. Thank you so much, Kasumi-san!

Kasumi: (Aaah, Sakuya-kun’s shining smile…! It seems like he’s really happy to have gotten the hand cream.)

Kasumi: …So precious.

Azami: Okay, seriously, what the hell’s going on?

Yuki: Right? I don’t know either, but I think we should just stay out of it…

#a3!#a3! translation #sakuya sakuma #kasumi hinamori #// HE’S FREE FROM BEING IN GACHA JAIL #his last event card was the sanrio collab he was event card-less for 320 days

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i-know-you-wanna-kiss-me · 8 months

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cassie ainsworth from skins style guide?? ur the best girlblogger ever

thank you so much 💖💖

Cassie ainsworth style guide

as requested by anonymous and @dreamyfawngirl

soft pastels

i love this jumper so much. a lot of cassies style is for warmer weather, but this is definitely good for the winter. pair with a long skirt and boots or mary janes

gold party dress

her hair is so gorgeous here. i love how she crimps some bits and leaves the others in her natural waves. and the little twist in the back!!

sailors top

she wears this when she's in the psych ward plating scrabble with her friend, and put and about in the city. another cute half up hair style to go with it. jeans go perfectly with it

bow top and skirt

the dancing exams outfit!! this is a great example of her extensive funky sock collection. i'm guilty of owning far too many as well.

find the skirt here

find the top here

find the socks here

beetlejuice jumper

another outfit that's great for colder weather.

horse skirt

this was one of the many custom made/altered outfits from skins. the original fabric is from ikea!!

(not super similar, i know, but it was the closest i could find)

blazers

not the only ones she wears, but these are my favouritesm pins and badges definitely add to the look. and don't be afraid to add a necklace

find it here

sunglasses

fun fact, these are the same ones that kurt cobain wears in an iconic photoshoot

gold shoes

cassies memorable gold oxfords were actually customised using gold leaf

white dress

unfortunately, the circumstances in which she wears this dress aren't the best. though it is so beautiful. at school, she pairs it with a soft pink wrap top.

sleepwear

both so so pretty and elegant. i love the rose gold on the second one

find it here

overrall style notes

long, funky socks

fishnets

mary janes

layering

t shirts

maxi skirts

blazers with pins

babydoll dresses

necklaces

guide)

hope you liked it!!

as usual, if you have a request, send it into the ask box or leave it in the comments (all current guides are under #style guide)

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 1 year

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"Just Came Back to Remind You" excerpt

Wrestler!Erik x Plus Size OC

Plot: Erik is returning from Japan after being gone for nearly two years, his estrange wife of three years is mentally preparing herself forhis return, all the while reminiscing on their past leading up to the present.

When Erik claimed Normandy

The attraction between the two was indeed instant but Erik wasn’t looking to lose focus on his career, and neither was Normandy, so it was nearly six months before their first interaction.

The main thing he took notice to was her infectious personality, she radiated positivity and genuine care for everyone she encountered. Every time he saw her, her beautiful face was adorned with the most gorgeously, bright smile—He fell in love with it as soon as he notice. Her round face, with high cheek bones, blemish free skin—Looking like someone’s cherished baby doll.

Normandy stood at a whooping five feet six inches tall. A self-proclaimed snuffleupagus, a silly description of her fluffiness. Though she worked on around fit and trim women, it did not differ her confidence or self-esteem. She loved herself through and through and exuded reverence. Shockingly to her, a lot of the fit athletic men were attracted to her… But nobody dared to ask her out—there had been a claim placed on her head. Turns out Erik’s original plan of steering clear of her was thrown out the imaginative window.

Baby Doll was going to be his.

They would finally interact when Erik steps in for her defense when a muscle-bound developmental talent/jobber got too disrespectful regarding his quick loss to a much smaller opponent, an up and comer named Kidd Silkk, and was demanding for her to change the outcome to something “more realistic”.

“Hey!”

Normandy jumps at the bark of Erik’s tone as he crosses the catering area, where he had been sitting with some of his workout partners and homeboys, to the entrance of the locker room area where she and Ellis the Barbarian stood in a heat discussion; Erik had watched as the short, shapely beauty remained professional and stern with the final decision of script but when Ellis snatched the binder clutched in her small hands from her and pointed his finger in his face, all the while spitting and cursing at her… Erik had left the building and Killmonger had arrived for action.

“Back the fuck up from her, Homie…”

Ellis gives Erik a once over then chuckles in his face. Erik is a big man, but Ellis is muscles upon muscles, a former bodybuilder and semi-professional football player. He didn’t take the approaching hothead as a threat.

Bad mistake.

“Mind your fucking business, Stevens.”

Erik takes long, turbulent steps towards the duo, Normandy can tell where this situation is going and she cannot have the company’s new golden goose getting into trouble, especially over her. She knew that she could hold her own and was not afraid of Ellis, he was merely a performer who felt he was bigger than his contract.

“It’s okay, Erik—” She cuts in, turning and looking up at his face. The scowl it bore gave her a shudder of fear, if looks can kill—she’ll be at Ellis’ repass tomorrow. “No need to fight, gentlemen—” She plants a soft pat to her savior’s chest, attempting to soothe his brewing anger. “Like I was telling Mr. Barbarian,” She turns and looks back to her adversary at the moment. “You are a developmental talent; you are paid to get the ring and make the stars look good. That’s what you signed up for and that’s what you are paid to do, if you don’t like it—Bid us out your contract and go back to the football field.”

Ellis squares his shoulders and takes a dominate step forward so that he is toe-to-toe with her.

“Touch her, Nigga.” Erik taunts with a devilish smirk, the golds in his mouth sparkle with a deep deviance. “Matter of fact, breathe on her and see what the fuck I do—”

“Erik, please—”

“You want some of me, Pussy?!”

Ellis switches his energy to Erik; this makes the latter of the two crack a psychotic grin and continues his smack talk. Normandy eyes widen at the sight, legitimately scared because she was in the middle of these two beast-like men. One wanted to kill her and the other would most likely kill her trying to kill the other. Not to mention she could not run, there was a humongous trunk filled with equipment for the show behind her and a wall to her right. Erik’s large frame overtook her left, and you already know who was in front of her.

“Uh… REY!” She pleas desperately into the atmosphere. “Monterey!”

She heard the squeaks of his sneakers scuffing up the floors of the administrative area backstage, one thing Rey was going to do was listen out for his ‘good sis’. Monterey’s short stature came around the corner of the far-right catering door and looked around until he noticed Norm being the midst of a firepit of shit talk. Erik was all in Ellis’ face and was ready to pounce—the only reason he had not was because of the lady between the two of them.

“Fellas!” Rey did a quick jog, while whistling for two of his favorite stars, by the name of Grayson da Greatest and Paradox Simmons, to come with him. Some of the younger developmental and underutilize talent were watching on, thoroughly entertained by the spat. Many did not like Ellis but were too scared to get involved… everyone knew Erik Stevens had a bit of a tick and major chip on his shoulder. “Alright, guys—”

“Chill, brotha—” Paradox pulls Erik back while chuckling, Greyson chuckles as well, pulling Norm out of the mass of muscles and to safety.

“Nah, ain’t no chill.” Erik says, still smiling, his eyes read anything but humor—they screamed homicide—which scared the hell out of Normandy and Rey. “He likes to talk shit, and so do I. But what I love more… Is to fucking fight.”

“Oh, no-no-no-no! Absolutely not!” Normandy announces with a wave of frantic hands. “No fighting, please!”

“Name the time and place, Bitch!” Ellis constantly put his shoe in his mouth. Everyone in that circle knew that Erik could wipe, mop, and dust the floor with his overgrown ass.

Rey stepped in between them, he was few inches taller than Norm, so he was looking up between the two fiery giants. “We ain’t gonna fight, now what we can do is have a conversation and figure some shit out—Now,” Rey looks to Erik. “Kill, we know you can destroy this nigga—”

“What?!” Ellis shrieked at the remark. “You really think this fool can beat me?! I am Ellis the Barbarian, nigga—”

“Yes, you are,” Rey commented softly. “You are also the nigga with 57 losses in the two months…”

“Rey!” Norm wailed in exasperation. He was high, she knew he was the wrong person to call, he probably had been two blunts in when she interrupted his usual pre-event smoke session with Saige and Ozzie. Normandy was the only one in her creative circle that did not partake in the smoking of the inspirational grass. “You’re making shit worse, brother.” She whined and she placed her hands on her head in frustration.

“I bet you I can beat him—Book me in a match with him, tonight—” Ellis throws a glance to Norm for confirmation, but before she can respond:

“Cool, no holds barred—let this little hoe ass nigga use any weapon he can get his hands on because once I am in that bitch—ain’t no stopping me.”

“Oh God.” Norm mutters teary-eyed.

Someone’s fixing to die.

The producers of the night show went against the match at first, because they honestly thought Erik would get hurt and they had him set on a massive feud with another star talent on the roster, but Rey’s high ass manage to convince them that Erik was going to be fine and come out unscathed.

Rey was right.

Erik obliterated Ellis in the bout. The match grew so gruesome that certain parts of match had to be edited out and the editors switched the video footage to black and white because of the bloodshed. N.E.W. even got in trouble by the television network.

All of this because he chose to defend Normandy and would do it a thousand times over and over. in his own little sadistic way, beating the hell outta Ellis was his way of wooing Norm.

And did it work...

... Even though she did not want to admit at the time but it did...

#submission

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Flame of Autumn - Chapter 23

Part 24/26 | Ao3

Tilly

It was freezing in the human lands, and dirty snow crusted the ground. Tilly wasn’t one to imagine herself above anyone else, but she hated how dull everything looked beyond the wall. She couldn’t imagine how people lived in a world so devoid of color and joy. The wind bit at her through her leathers and cloak, and she held Eris’ hand in hers as they stood near the battle tent, waiting to depart for their own for one final night together before war. Eris was having a hard time taking his eyes off her–not only for the worry of his mate going into battle, but more perhaps for the leathers she was wearing that he’d commissioned for her. They hugged every curve, including the gentle slope of her stomach, now impossible to hide. He’d all but threatened the tanner and blacksmith within an inch of their lives to make her the most reliable, safe, and strong armor possible.

Now, his eyes roved over her, and she rolled hers, gently squeezing his hand as he laughed next to her.

“I can’t help it. I may have walked myself into a corner here.”

“I’ll walk you into a corner if you don’t focus, love.” She ground out amusedly.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” She smacked his chest as she laughed.

The plan had been decided on previously, and everyone was ready for their allotted roles. Eris and Tilly would be joining Jurian in the castle. Their only task would be to find and free Vassa and the women that had been trapped by Koeschi. Eris and Tilly had found rough sketches of the layout of Koeschi’s castle hidden in Beron’s paperwork. Clearly, he’d been making frequent trips to the human lands, and Eris and Tilly had a sneaking suspicion of where they might fight the stores of faebane-coated weapons.

They would need to be quick once they entered the castle, so they’d both made sure to memorize the sketches of the layout, providing an additional copy to Jurian, who was so out of his mind with worry for Vassa that they weren’t sure if it had even made a difference. Technically, the women wouldn’t be freed from Koeschi’s spell until the box containing his soul was damaged and he was dead, so they had no idea the condition they’d be finding them in. Penny and Tamlin would be working with the Valkyries to find and destroy the box, killing Koeschi and setting all the women free. Tilly and Eris just needed to focus on doing their part, and hope everyone else was able to do theirs too. Once they freed the women, they would route back to the Autumn armies, where Tilly would be portalling them into the fray when and where they were least expected to form a surprise attack on Koeschi’s remaining forces.

This would be their final night together before the battle. Once they returned to their tent, they lovingly slipped the leathers off of each other, fingers brushing over skin and kisses pressing against each other. At last, they were warm on their bedroll beneath a mountain of blankets, heated by their bodies and their magic. Though both were confident in their abilities and the outcome, war was war, and they’d held each other close, Eris lightly tracing his elegant fingers over her belly. It was a moment suspended in time where every touch, every word, felt like a goodbye. They lay in the dark, arms and legs twined tightly.

“Even if I had the option to go back and change it, I hope you know I would do it all again exactly the same way to get to you,” Eris mumbled in the dark, barely above a whisper.

“Me too. Every single time.” Tilly let a few of her tears slip down her nose, spilling onto his arm curled beneath her head. “I love you, Eris.”

“And I love you, Matilda.” He shuffled down their bedroll, his fingers finding her hips in the flickering candlelight. He pressed his lips to the space right below her navel. “And I love you, littlest one. Keep your mother safe for me tomorrow, hm?” Tilly’s eyes flooded with tears and emotion, spilling over from both within her heart and from Eris down the bond. They would be brave tomorrow, and they would give everything for a new and better world.

They had something more than worth fighting for.

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Eris, Tilly, and Jurian had taken off with the Valkyries before the moon was even entirely across the sky, moving under cover of darkness to get closer to the castle for their surprise entry. They hoped Koeschi would be too distracted by the start of the battle to notice or even care about the intrusion, and Vassa had let them know months ago he’d likely be waiting on the top turret to watch the incoming armies and supervise. They’d planned to enter through a little-traveled back entrance, covered in overgrowth and vines that would bring them into the lower kitchens near the tunnels. Koeschi kept the women locked in rooms in a lower hallway–not quite a dungeon, but with barred doors and windows nonetheless. They hoped to find a key and avoid expending unnecessary magic, but Tilly would be able to use the portals if they needed to.

The castle was quiet on their approach as they split from the Valkyries. Beron’s notes had detailed that the castle was much like the House of Wind–no staff and fully serviced by magic, so at the very least they wouldn’t need to worry about being stumbled upon. Eris and Jurian took the front, careful to check around corners before proceeding, just in case. Tilly was rounding up the back, ensuring that they weren’t being trailed or attracting any unwanted attention. They could see through the windows that the sun had just begun to rise, the skies becoming pale and gray, and they could hear the sounds of war in the distance. They’d timed it perfectly.

As they turned down the last hall, Tilly took in the surroundings. The deep set stone walls were old, almost eroded down to a sandy dullness with time. The doors lined both sides of the halls, the low light spilling through the bars and into the dark hallway.

“Eris, Jurian, do you see any key hooks?” She whispered low. She hadn’t seen any on the way in, and it didn’t appear that there were any down the long, straight hall. She worried that they’d need to move quickly. She had her portals, but she didn’t like places with only one exit.

“Nothing at this end.”

“Here, either. Portals it is.” Jurian was going around and looking into the doors to find Vassa, whose head popped up all the way down at the end. Eris and Tilly averted their eyes to give Jurian and moment to reunite in privacy, then Tilly was marking which rooms were occupied. The women inside–some human, some fae, some other–all looked pale and exhausted, some more capable of standing than others, and all looking terrified.

“It’s okay, we’re here to help you. Are you chained within the rooms?” The woman in the room Tilly looked into shook her head.

“Only Vassa remains chained. The rest of us are just locked in.” Tilly nodded, passing the message back to Eris and Jurian and instructing Eris to see if the shackles on Vassa were something he could break.

“How many of you are there?” The woman shook her head, long blonde locks shifting back and forth as she stared at Tilly with wide eyes.

“At least twelve of us, I think. Some have…some didn’t make it.” Tilly’s heart clenched. “Are you truly here to save us? This isn’t a trick?” At that, Tilly’s heart cleaved in two.

“We’re here to save you. The armies of Prythian are outside to wage war against Koeschi once and for all.” The relief in the woman’s eyes was almost enough to knock Tilly over. “Are you human?” The woman nodded. “Okay, I am going to use magic to get to you. I need you to be brave, okay? Can you trust me?” Another nod, and Tilly was casting her portal through to the room, peeking through the circle of fire to see the woman without the bars. “Come, step through.”

Tilly thought she saw the woman muster her bravery one last time before walking up on dirty, bare feet to the portal and stepping through into the hall. Tilly grabbed her hands in her own.

“You did wonderfully. Now, can you help me with the others?” One by one, Tilly methodically went down the line and gently explained to each girl what was happening, then released them from their rooms while Eris fought to help Vassa break her chains, Jurian watching on worriedly. Once all the women were freed and in the hallway, looking around in apprehension and blossoming hope, Tilly turned back to Eris.

“Any luck?”

“No, they aren’t faebane shackles, but they’re holding tight. They don’t seem magical, just incredibly strong. Resistant to flame and we’ve had no luck picking them. Any ideas?”

Vassa spoke up. “Listen, every moment we spend here, we are risking everyone. Tilly, can you take the women to the place where they’ll be safe, then come back? We’ll work on solutions while you’re gone.” Tilly nodded, turning back to the women.

“We’ve got a safe place for you with other females who have been through something similar. We’re going to bring you there while we all help to track down your families. You have my word that you’ll be kept kindly and not against your will. You can leave at any time.” The group looked around amongst themselves, and everyone seemed to come to the agreement they could trust her.

She pressed a kiss to Eris’ cheek then opened a portal as large as a door for the women to step through, straight to the River House of Velaris. It had been agreed upon at the summit that there would need to be a place to keep these women who had suffered so much while they found their way home, to whatever that may be for them going forward. Rhysand and Feyre had offered the library of Velaris, where they were already providing a program for females who had suffered similar traumas to recover. Tilly would deliver the women to the River House, already having been given permission through the wards by Rhysand, and the women would stay with Rhysand and Feyre’s housekeepers and Lucien’s mate until everyone returned and could move them. They’d have a chance to eat and sleep and wash in the meantime; for some, it might be their first glimpse of freedom in years.

Tilly held the portal open as they filtered through, turning to wink at Eris before stepping through.

“Back soon, love.”

Eris

Eris had never dealt with chains quite like the ones holding Vassa to the wall. They were long enough that she could walk across the room easily, but the shackles on her wrists were huge, heavy and detailed. It was clear that Koeschi favored her, and Eris knew he wouldn’t be letting her go as easily as the others. That wrongness slid over him, his brain trying and failing to tell him that something was wrong.

“Aren’t you supposed to be a bird, Vassa?” She shot him a look.

“He hasn’t had me changing since I returned. He’s been preoccupied–it's been strange. Not at all like it was before. He used to get some sick joy from torturing the other women and I, coming at strange hours, demanding we eat with him. Or worse.” Her eyes were haunted and Eris could practically feel the rage pouring off Jurian. “Since I’ve been back, he’s been distant. Not unhappy, but distracted.”

That nagging feeling began to creep down the back of Eris’ neck.

Could Koeschi have known their plan? Why would he let them come here? If he’d known they would come, why wouldn’t he have had better guards at the castle?

Eris felt like the answer was right behind his eyes, floating just barely within his periphery, but the unease was turning to panic and his instincts screamed at him that they needed to get out, and quickly. Tilly came back through the portal carrying a wrought-iron fire poker, shutting the fiery gate behind her.

“No luck?” Everyone shook their heads with wide eyes aimed at the poker.

“I figured. Vassa, can you trust me?”

“Goodness, what a loaded question.”

“I’m going to break the shackles; it’s not the best solution, but I don't have a better plan.” Vassa sighed, Jurian looked like his heart might stop, but Eris was already telling Vassa to hold the chains out, reading Tilly’s intentions. She portalled inside the room, leaving it open for Eris and Jurian to step through, then looking to Vassa. “I’ll be as careful as I can.” Vassa nodded, holding her hands up against the stone wall so that the chains draped along it with Eris’ help. Before anyone could suggest otherwise, Tilly swung the poker with all her weight at the chains. They clunked painfully loud against the walls, the shock reverberating through the room. The chains had bent but not broken.

“Okay, again.” But they all drew up and stopped, a noise from just beyond the hall like the scuffing of feet. Eris and Tilly’s eyes shot to each other, and without further warning Tilly was swinging, again and again, hitting the chains as they bent and warped and finally broke. The footsteps had become swifter and were approaching fast.

“Come on!” Tilly conjured a portal to the woods, throwing it open and all but shoving Vassa and Jurian through.

Eris ducked through, standing back and holding a hand out to Tilly as the figure stepped around and into the hallway. He was dressed in all black, a velvet cloak draped down over his shoulder and back. There was a wrongness about him, a blurring around the edges that made him seem otherworldly and out of place. The rage on his face as he realized what was happening was all-encompassing, the fury sweeping through the room as his lips parted in a scream.

“Tilly!” Eris screamed, dragging her through the portal to the other side and yanking her hand back so it would shut behind them. The roar that echoed behind them through the portal shuttered as the portal clanked shut, and they could hear it from a distance now as it vibrated out from the castle, a great wave exploding up from the lake. They’d landed in the woods as intended with the spare armies of Autumn, waiting and ready for their command. They’d pointed Vassa and Jurian to the healing tent, then began to organize.

“You’re okay? Not too tired?” Eris was beginning to worry for Tilly and the amount of magic she’d been casting since they arrived, but to her credit, she didn’t look tired.

“I’m alright. Not too tired yet. Something feels wrong, though. Why wasn’t the castle guarded more thoroughly?”

“I had the same thought. But what could Koeschi be trying to accomplish by letting us in? He seemed furious to see we’d taken his prisoners.”

“Yes, well, he’s the sort of man who likes to be in control. No wonder he and Beron got on so well; they both need the most power–”

“Power. Shit, he wants more power. He knows about Penny.” Suddenly, the escape seemed to make more sense. He wasn’t protecting the castle, he was biding his time. He wanted Penny. “We’ve got to make sure they get that box before he gets to them.”

They turned to survey the army around them, as Eris reached into the pocket between worlds to grab her bow, wreathing himself in flames. She looked to the armies–their armies–as she cast her fire over it.

“At the ready!” He shouted to the males, taking one more look at Tilly. “Ready when you are, love.” She smiled, throwing the largest portal she could summon. “Forward!” As he and the foot soldiers went through the flames, he could see the human armies attempting to push the Valkyries back. “To the water!” As the remainder of the soldiers stepped through and began the push forward, Tilly dropped from the sky above them, wreathed in flame, the absolute picture of Autumn.

Pulling her bowstring back as he unsheathed his sword to the horror of the humans, Eris and Tilly smiled at each other and pushed forward.

Tilly

The fight had started hard and fast and hadn’t stopped or slowed since. Tilly was covered in blood and dirt and other substances that her pregnant stomach didn’t want to think too hard on. She and Eris were repeatedly separated in the melee, but she knew through the bond he was alive. Every bit of her focus had gone to fighting. Draw the bow, shoot. Remove the dagger, throw. Take out the sword, strike, parry, fight. She became singularly-focused, and she tried to fuel herself by imagining that this was what she could have done against Hybern. She couldn’t have saved her father, but here, she could save people.

Killian and Cormac had been somewhere in the converging armies of Autumn, and she’d met eyes with both of them at one point. There was so much red hair flying in a blur around her, it was impossible to tell anyone apart from the next. In a moment of breath, she spun to catch a glimpse of Eris, but she’d let her guard down just a second too long as a fae from Hybern winnowed in. She saw him in her periphery the second his sword shot out to break straight through her arm, but it was too late to parry. She felt the sharp sting and then shooting pain as she lunged back, effectively pulling it out as she swung madly and managed to strike straight across the fae’s shocked face. She didn’t even give him a moment to wipe the blood from his eyes or register what had happened before she swung again and cleaved his head from his shoulders, her breathing coming out in pants as she grabbed at her shoulder.

Tourniquet. I need a tourniquet.

She took the leather ribbon from her hair, quickly winding it around her arm and tying it off tightly with her teeth. She shot small bursts of her healing power out, trying to conserve it as much as she could while still staunching the flow of the bleeding.

A deafening roar sounded from behind her so loudly it shook the very sand at the edge of the lake. She knew without having to turn that the ground-shaking booms echoing behind her were the steps of her husband. When she tipped her head back to look up, his glittering amber eyes looked down from far above her, surrounded by the shimmering darkness of his scales. She grinned up at him.

“I’m alright. Let’s go.” She heard more than saw his deep breath in, as Eris released a stream of fire into the incoming enemy troops, scalding them all as she shot her fire behind, guarding his back and incinerating the approaching line. Autumn soldiers spread as instructed, pressing the enemy battalions in as Tilly and Eris reduced line after line of them to ash. There were massive flares of magic from all around them, one so bright and stunning that she knew a High Lord must have expended a huge amount of power. She couldn’t look–she could only focus on what was in front of her. She was growing tired, and she could feel through the bond that Eris was, too, but they were coming to the end. The last of the Autumn soldiers came in to force the remainder of the enemy forces towards them as Tilly forced the dregs of her fire out and then slumped back into Eris’ warm side. Around them, the battles were dying down; a shift had occurred.

Eris shifted back to his fae form, panting and holding Tilly up to him. They were still near the lake, the bodies around them that hadn’t been incinerated were piled high. Autumn hadn’t suffered nearly the losses of Hybern and the human armies, but she could see in the faces of the soldiers that everyone was on the verge of collapse. Autumn had given all they had, and for the first time in her life, Tilly felt proud to be a part of her own court.

The armies of Autumn converged around them, she and Eris gripping each other, the flames still surrounding them burning low. A soldier, one of their generals, came forward from the ranks, removing his helmet and setting it on the ground before them before plunging his sword into the ground and taking a knee.

“High Lord. High Lady.” Tilly didn’t have the energy to correct him, but the pride that swelled down the bond was surely not her own. One by one, the soldiers of Autumn took a knee, and “High Lord, High Lady” echoed back through the masses. Tilly could do nothing but lean against Eris, her mouth parted and her eyes beginning to water as she tried to stiffen her lip.

She felt Eris lean in and press his lips to her ear, his voice hoarse and low. “I would say you’ve earned it.”

And Tilly felt the power shift in her veins.

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Shedding Skin

Pairing: Arthur Dayne x Targaryen!Reader, Rhaegar Targaryen x Lyanna Stark, Rhaegar Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader

Warnings: running away, secret identity, rhaegar is still chasing after Lyanna, low-key inc3sty cuz ya'know how Targaryens be, moderate angst,

Words: 2703

Summary: You wouldn't let your brother Rhaegar humiliate you. No. Faking your own death, you travel to Dorne and there shed your dragon skin to become a new person. A happier person.

“Please do not cry, Princess-”

Furiously you shake your head and wipe your eyes dry. “No. Haven’t you heard? Princess (y/n) Targaryen is dead.”

Oberyn purses his lips but nods. “Forgive me.” He shoots an uncertain look at Doran who observed and listened quietly.

Doran finally spoke “You know if anyone were to find out you were actually alive, Dorne could be in trouble with the crown.”

No one would. You made sure of that. You would do anything if it meant that you didn’t have to go through with marrying your brother Rhaegar. You’d give him what he wanted: freedom so that he could venture after Lyanna Stark. This arrangement had been your father’s idea and at first you and Rhaegar initially agreed to it. But then came the tourney. That dreadful tourney that made your insides turn bitter.

His older brother’s words made Oberyn laugh freely. “Us in trouble? They won’t even dare to start a war with us again. History has proven us victorious. Let them believe she is dead. You had it right, (y/n), to come to Dorne for sanctuary. If my brother refuses, then I will gladly help you. Elia’s been needing a new lady-in-waiting.”

“Oberyn. . .”

Turning to Doran, Oberyn gestures to you. “How can you even think of turning her away? She’s been through so much. She traveled all the way to Dorne by herself.”

“Others will know immediately.” He pointed out. “She’s simply too Targaryen.”

“True, but nothing we can’t fix. Dye her hair with black ink and let her tan. She’ll look like a real Dornish woman in no time.”

“The eyes-”

Quick to shoot that idea down, Oberyn reminds him that “Ashara Dayne has purple eyes. Many in House Dayne possess that trait.”

He put up a good argument and you knew that Doran would accept.

How easily it was to become Eirene Sand. A bastard with no history.

Arianne and Elia become your mentors on how to act like a true Dornish lady and helped to undo the damage that your family had done to you. You had to learn to demand attention from a room the moment you arrive, to look men above you straight in the eyes. To flaunt your body with confidence and use it to your advantage. Arianne had complained that the people of Westeros were repressed and how Dorne had much more freedom then them. Already you had felt that freedom and you embraced it. Never again would you return to Westeros, and that was okay with you. You had shed your dragon skin and became an elegant cobra (which Oberyn had dubbed you lovingly). Over time your skin had indeed lost the milky white hue and turned that of sweet toffee; silver hair repeatedly dyed with ink that held an undertone of dark blue.

Ashara had to contain her giggle as she watched her love struck brother. The moment Arthur had spotted Eirene, he was smitten. For her birthday, her brother had come home from Westeros as a present. A very well received present to Ashara’s delight as it had been a couple of years since she had seen her brother. King’s Landing was a mess and Westeros was practically near civil war. Rhaegar Targaryen had granted his most loyal knight this boon.

In celebration, even some of House Martell came out to Starfall. Elia and her niece Arianne had showered her with love and affection; Elia bringing her lady-in-waiting Eirene Sand. A lovely creature with sparkling orchid eyes that outshined even Ashara’s. The three women made a beautiful Dornish trio. And her brother seemed to notice this as well. Especially as Eirene now dazzled her audience with a burst of orange and pink silks, her hair long and free as she danced.

Crossing her arms in front of her, Ashara forces the mischievous curl of her lips to disappear. “See something you like?”

Startled, he jumps. To everyone he was the Sword of the Morning. One of the strongest men in Westeros. To Ashara, Arthur would always be her dorky, shy, big brother. His own lilac eyes wide above a deep blush on his tan skin. “You’ve always been so quiet.” Grumbled Arthur as he straightens himself up, now averting his eyes from watching the exquisite maiden.

“No, you’ve just always been so absorbed in things you’re interested about that you don’t hear me coming. Or in this case, people.” Finishing her sentence, she ends it with a wink. She relished in the adorable blush it produced. He was still such a child. Quickly so Arthur couldn’t escape, Ashara digs her nails into his arm and drags him toward Eirene. Sensing the danger ahead, Arthur digs his heels into the floor and begins to beg his sister to stop.

“Eirene!”

Obediently, Eirene looks over at Ashara and smiles. In such a subtle manner, her eyes flicked over to Arthur whose whole entire face was red. Her bright eyes immediately reduce Arthur to a puddle and also remind him of another young lady who had very similar jewels. (y/n) Targaryen. The once beautiful Targaryen princess who met an untimely death. A true loss of the sweet girl who had hair like starlight that had caused Rhaegar to spiral down into grief. His prince knew it was his fault, the death of his sister. A deadly blow to King’s Landing as it had also ruined the plan that King Aerys had to marry the two and continue the purity of the Targaryen line. So beautiful and sweet (y/n) had been, always a delight and brightened the room with her smile. She was the treasure of Westeros.

Eirene, however, was the complete opposite in terms of physical attributes. (y/n) had been like a snow fae with her light hair and even lighter skin. The Dornish beauty before him was kissed by the sun with deep black hair that shone dark blue in certain lighting. The silks of her dress hugged each delicate curve to emphasize her womanly charms. Lashes long enough to hold a matchstick fluttered coyly whenever she spoke to anyone; men and women alike fell asunder to her. Arthur’s princess had been nothing like Eirene. Quiet and polite, (y/n) was like a gentle ray of the sun; unimposing and bright with the ability to warm anyone to the bone. It was said that before madness started to rot away the king’s mind that (y/n) was the apple of her father’s eye. He thought no one would be good enough for her except for her own brother Rhaegar.

Out of the corner of his eye, Arthur spots an inquisitive Arianne who cranes her head around Ser Andrey Dalt; a gold circlet resting on her brow.

“Would you mind keeping my brother company?” Ashara asks Eirene with a sweet voice. “He’s quite shy and hates parties but I must entertain the other lords that have come to celebrate.”

Smiling and with a perfect curtsy, Eirene replies “It would be my honor to keep your illustrious brother company.” When she looks at Arthur, her eyes are glittering.

Around her, Arthur felt like a nervous young boy all over again. But Eirene sensed it and made things easier for him. It was comfortable being around her. She smiled and laughed freely and would make jokes just so Arthur didn’t feel as nervous. There was something so uncanny about her though. Like Arthur already knew her .

The night wore on and as it did, the two became closer both physically and mentally. Dornish women were experts at the game of seduction and Arthur was more than ready to succumb. All the while in the back of his mind, he had to remind himself about his knighthood. Ashara was right though. He would always be a Dornish man first and foremost.

“I hear Westerosi knights aren’t allowed to take lovers or wives.” She mused when they had separated themselves from the rest of the dying party. Outside they watched the stars reflect themselves on the calm water below. Starfall was nestled into the side of the Dornish Marches, on the other side of the Prince’s Pass. A quiet and peaceful area that Arthur was proud to call his home.

Eirene looked perfect with Starfall as her backdrop. Her hair nearly blended and disappeared into the night sky. Stars glittered shyly.

“Aye. That is true.” He spoke, but his attention was solely stuck to her face. Eyelashes that fluttered, sweet lilac drawing him further in.

“Don’t you get lonely? You’re a man of Dorne afterall. A shame for any hot blooded Dornish man to sleep alone without a partner.”

“Perhaps that is true for Prince Oberyn Martell and the likes of which Arianne keeps company with.”

“Not you though.”

“Not to say that I don’t get lonely. I’m human after all. But I remember my vows.”

She seems to grimace at this and push off of the rail of the balcony to look directly at him. “So you’re saying that the other men in the Kingsguard follow suit.”

Firmly pressing his lips together, Arthur feels a shift in the air around her. “It would be treasonous if they didn’t.”

Laughter was not the reaction Arthur had been expecting. Eirene kept surprising him. Her harsh laugh sounded so familiar. He was sure that he had heard it before, but the face didn’t match. Well. . . No. Princess (y/n) was dead and gone.

But he was starting to be bothered by the similarities between the two.

“Do you truly believe that, Ser?”

“Do you really believe that Arthur?” (y/n) had said something so similar with the same cruelly broken face. Tears had stained her face and made her red. Eirene looked haughty, not sad. The tone was all the same though.

“I want to believe it.”

She deflated. “You’re too good. What a wonderful lord you would have made.”

Arthur shakes his head. “No. That title is my nephew’s first and foremost. I don’t want it anyway. Being a knight is all I have ever dreamed of. Serving my kingdom and becoming good enough to have songs written about me.” That last part was an obvious lie that had both of them cackling. He had never gotten along so well with a woman. Eirene was something special that he didn’t want to relinquish.

“We’ve been talking a lot about me. What about you?”

Waving her hand and a shake of her head, Eirene scoffs. “Nothing special. Just another bastard. Until Prince Oberyn helped me out. I finally became someone that I was happy with.” There’s warmth there and any other man might think she was in love with Oberyn. Arthur knew better. She did love him, that was clear, but in a respectful manner that made them a type of family. “I literally owe my life to House Martell. I don’t mind one bit. They ask nothing of me that I wouldn’t want to do. Who I was before them doesn’t matter. As far as I’m concerned, that person is dead.”

“Let me go Arthur!” (y/n) had nearly clawed his eyes out with her sharp nails as she scrambled for freedom. Her bag of meager possessions tumbled to the ground, scattering it’s contents. A simple tunic and bottoms, food that would most likely sustain her for a few days. The Princess was planning to escape her prison.

Why did he think of that all of a sudden? It had happened so long ago.

The thought was persistent as slowly Eirene morphed easily into (y/n).

“I don’t want to be HERE anymore!” She screamed and landed a nice punch below his eye. Arthur scolded himself for letting her go in that second. It was already too late for (y/n) though as other guards began filing in. He knew her tears held no sorrow. There was only anger and desperation there. “If you don’t let me go, you’re sentencing me to death. That’s what will happen if I have to stay here any longer.”

“(y/n)-”

“Shut up! Do you hear how people mock me? The worst of it all is knowing Rhaegar no longer wishes for me to be his bride. That’s fine. Because I don’t want him as a groom or a brother.”

“Arthur?” Eirene is thrust back into the scene, melting his memory and coaxing him to the here and now. “Are you okay?”

Almost scared, his voice whispered “(y/n)?”

The name easily slid off of her but there was a subtle difference in her eyes. They refused to look at him. “Who?”

“Princess (y/n) Tagaryen. The Silver Dragon of King’s Landing. Protector of the Dragon Pits.” Only (y/n) would know the meaning behind such a silly title. A fond memory that Rhaegar had shared with Arthur. When times were simpler and nothing was expected of them.

“So this is where the two of you were hiding.” Arianne’s voice made both jump. “(y/n), Elia has been looking for you. Best to attend to her.”

Relief screamed on her face as she nodded. “Goodnight Ser Arthur. Sweet dreams.”

He called out to her as Eirene fled, attempting to follow her but cut off her track by Arianne. “Not so fast. We need to have a talk with you.”

“We?”

Peeling from around the corner was his sister Ashara. “Come along brother. This needs to be disclosed in a secure chamber.”

Two of the most headstrong women in all of Dorne, who was Arthur to try and refuse them?

When they found a secluded enough area, Arthur asked out right if his thoughts were true. Arianne didn’t bother to try and lie. She held down his gaze. “It was Oberyn who saved her. It was I who baptized her as a Dornish woman. She is no longer (y/n) Targaryen, but Eirene Sand.” Arianne Martell gave Arthur a withering glare that made him shrink back unconsciously. Next to her, his sister Ashara was also taking a defensive stance and watching her brother. “You are not to say a word of (y/n) Targaryen ever again. Understood? She is dead. If either Oberyn or myself hear of you trying to tell Prince Rhaegar, there will be a punishment to face. She is under House Martell protection.”

He just couldn’t shake off the feeling that this entire thing was wrong. Westeros had mourned the death of their princess for years. Even Rhaegar had crumbled under his grief. He hadn’t spoken of Lyanna Stark since his sister’s death.

The girl that he had fallen in love with in such a short amount of time was none other than Princess (y/n) Targaryen. Arthur should have known better. The face, the eyes, hell even her laugh had reminded Arthur of the silver haired maiden.

“She is just like any other woman now, Arthur. If you wish to pursue her as a potential bride, go for it.” His sister reminded him quietly, having witnessed the attraction the two had for the other.

“My vows-”

Ashara threw her hands up. “Oh shut up about your vow. You think any of those seasoned knights really don’t have secret wives or mistresses? That didn’t seem to be an issue when the two of you were making eyes at each other.”

“Ashara!” Blushing, Arthur hides his face with his hand pretending to be frustrated but he really felt like a young boy all over again. In love for the very first time and being teased mercilessly by his sister.

Her lips quirk up. “I think you may even love her.”

Even Arianne grinned at that and tried to suppress her giggle. “House Martell would be more than happy to officiate your marriage. Besides, those are only Westerosi ideals. We do things differently here in Dorne, or have you forgotten about your own home?”

That’s right. His heart came to life with hope. He was Dornish through and through and this was his home. His loyalty to the Martells would always be ingrained into him. In Dorne, he could have a life with. . .

(y/n). . .

Eirene. . .

Whoever she wanted to go by. She was still the same person he had fallen for.

#arthur dayne #arthur dayne x reader #arthur dayne fanfiction #arthur dayne fanfic #game of thrones fanfiction #game of thrones fanfic #got fanfiction #reader insert #character x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader

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art-lover-genderhater · 7 months

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I bought sensible clothes

I wear boots or sneaker shoes

I no longer wear makeup or hijab

It’s a lot more freeing and I feel so much happier

but I just can’t knock of the feeling that I look masculine 🥲. I feel out of place kinda. Any advice??

Oh, my sweet love. Alright, my response will be long. Because I wish I could give you a hug and because I think know what you're feeling and I think its something that all women feel at some point: I have failed in my femininity. But you MUST keep reminding yourself that you cannot fail what is inherent. You are a female and thus all the things you do are feminine. All that every woman on earth has ever done is feminine and it takes a while to shift your own internal ideas of what make a woman…womanly. It is definitely difficult because we've contorted this idea of “femininity” to be one of a meek, selfless, hairless, thin, sexy, gentle object for men's benefit. ( “Femininity pleases men because it makes them appear more masculine by contrast; and, in truth, conferring an extra portion of unearned gender distinction on men, an unchallenged space in which to breathe freely and feel stronger, wiser, more competent, is femininity’s special gift. A major purpose of femininity is to mystify or minimize the functional aspects of a woman’s mind and body that are indistinguishable from a man’s.- Femininity, Susan Brownmiller ”). We in are actively encouraged to be nothing but meek and sexually viable habitually by all of those around us and are rewarded for compliance or made pariahs for ‘disobedience’. (Sonia Johnson so aptly said in ‘Losing our Minds ’ "Women are strong adult human beings. There must be daily reminders, daily terrors to keep us in our place.”)

But. You must do something very difficult for a while now – you must just exist. This is difficult because it is not something girls and woman are taught to do (“Women learn to exhibit, rather than inhabit their bodies” said Carol J. Adams, in The Pornography of Meat). You need to make a daily practice of being at the very least NEUTRAL about your body. Your body is really just trying to do its job of keeping you, sweetest lovely, functioning day after day and has never done anything out of malice, ever. That deserves even a little bit of tenderness, no? For the soft collection that is there for absolutely every moment you have ever had?

When I need a reminder I do a body check-in, thank it, and touch it and take a deep breath. These breasts amazingly store fat and make you more likely to survive starvation. Your arms can lift wood or carry a squealing niece or nephew. The hair around your lips, nose, arms, armpits, and between your labia all are working hard - catching pollen and bacteria and dust, regulating your body temperature, and alerting you when a little bug lands on you. On the sickest day of your life your heart was beating extra fast to get more oxygen to your lungs. When you had the happiest, most joyous belly-aching laughs with friends your belly was there jiggling along, your vocal cords let them know you enjoy their company so much you have to holler, and your tear ducts released tears to keep your hormone equilibrium in check because there was so much dopamine running through your body. Your lips and mouth gathered the most delicious, luxurious and abundant meals you have ever had, and your skin was extra sensitive to the sensations of the blanket on the coldest, most lonely days when you felt like dirt. Hands switched on the stove and stirred the pot and put a hand on a friend’s shoulder in assurance and examined the dirt and bugs when you were a baby and glorious thighs help you climb trees and jump over streams and they even slump and fall into relaxation on grass when you do.

The woman around me remind me I exist to be more than the adjective feminine. My aunt is fat and confident and takes up space and has a laugh so loud it fills the room. Its commanding and so fucking glorious when she laughs that I can’t help but feel her palpable joy. My sister lets her gray hairs curl just fall around her face with such ease and grace its almost comforting to see. She loves that she’s survived this long. My mother has arms that are sun-freckled and a little flabby but make for hugs are so soft because her body is soft and her face has wrinkles around her mouth where she’s smiled for years and her cheeks have a little bit of fuzz like a peach and and I love love love rubbing my cheeks against hers because it makes me feel like a child again and it feels extra lovely and it smells just like mom. And she has a mole on her forehead EXACTLY where my grandmother has it and exactly where I have it! Mole triplets! And I think that’s just so amazing? Her body makes me happy because she’s in it, around it, full of it, its just her and I love that lady. She’s a woman who is grown and loving and practical and she’s engaged with the world flab and lip moustache and all and it makes me see myself, my body, as my loyal companion in experience. We’ll grow more comfortable and generous and forgiving with ourselves with time, I think. In the mean time I promise, like practice, it gets better.. There will be off days, but gradually you feel whole and full and joyous like a cat that stretches or a dog rolling in grass on its back with its tongue out. Who cares about leg hair when you are enjoying the feel of sand and sun on your bum and salty ocean air in your nostrils at the beach? You are just here, experiencing. And you will give the other woman around you permission to do the same. You will even attract like-minded women into your life who laugh and sweat and argue and play and exist freely. Good luck on your journey, you lovely womanly woman , you :)

As a more practical extra:

I’ve been more purposeful of consuming content by woman focused on cool projects, not just makeup reviews or some shit e.g. this creator HannahLeeDuggan: who lives off-grid and take you along as she lives by herself, in a cabin and soemtimes in her van, but she also shows you how to make paper, how she builds shelving, cabinets, and fixes up her entire off-grid cabin by hand! There are also other cool creators like Haphazard Homestead: who teaches one to forage and identity plants that are edible or medicinal! So freaking amazing.

Remind yourself modern rituals of femininity are harmful & you deserve better: Corsets are dangerous, makeup contains shit so chemically dense and horrible for your most precious organ and protector against diseases (the skin), heels are TERRIBLE for your feet and stretch and hurt bone and muscle, shaving and waxing irritate the skin and put you at a higher risk of vaginal infection and diseases or overall cold-related illnesses,

Indulge and surround yourself with some art of women just existing, or doing normal like exercise or thinking (See one of my favourites Jenna Gribbon “Wrestlers” Series, Oil on Linen, 2019)

Maybe come back to some poems to help from women who came before:) My favourites are Mary Oliver- Wild Geese with that famous reminder that “you do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only need to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves”, Sandra Cisernos ‘At Fifty I am Startled to Find I Am in My Splendor’ (which makes me smile every time with how joyously she finds her lovely plump body "Solid, stout, bottom planted, firmly and without a doubt, filled to the brim I am.”) and Sara Kaye- The Type which has one f my favourite lines ever- “you are a woman. Skin and bones. Veins and nerves. Hair and sweat, you are not made of metaphors”)

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femmefatalevibe · 1 year

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Book recommendations on self-growth and confidence?

Hi love! Here are some of my favorites that come to mind:

Book Recommendations for Self-Growth & Confidence:

Mindset: The New Psychology of Success by Carol Dweck

Atomic Habits by James Clear

You Can Heal Your Life by Louise Hay

Boundary Boss: The Essential Guide to Talk True, Be Seen, and (Finally) Live Free by Terri Cole

The Confidence Formula: May Cause: Lower Self-Doubt, Higher Self-Esteem, and Comfort In Your Own Skin by Patrick King

The Mountain Is You: Transforming Self-Sabotage Into Self-Mastery by Brianna Wiest

Choose Your Story, Change Your Life: Silence Your Inner Critic and Rewrite Your Life from the Inside Out by Kindra Hall

48 Laws of Power by Robert Greene

The Art of Seduction by Robert Greene

How To Win Friends & Influence People by Dale Carnegie

Never Split The Difference by Chris Voss

Influence: The Psychology of Persuasion by Robert Cialdini

The 2-Hour Cocktail Party by Nick Gray

Becoming The One by Sheleana Aiyana

Radical Acceptance: Awakening The Love That Heals Fear and Shame by Tara Brach

Codependent No More by Melody Beattie

Unbound: A Woman’s Guide To Power by Kasia Urbaniak

Pussy: A Reclamation by Regena Thomashauer

Confidence & Assertive Skills for Women by Angelina Williams

A Single Revolution by Shani Silver

Women & Power: A Manifesto by Mary Beard

Like She Owns the Place by Cara Alwill Leyba

Existential Kink by Carolyn Elliot

Hope this helps xx

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craycraybluejay · 2 months

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my sex demon is coming out from under my skin and it's uncanny. men, women, are so simple. the fear, the lust, the hurt, the ecstasy. i don't even mean to but it rears its pitch black head so violently. it says, "come hither." it and me are the same person, but not really. it's more confident than me, almost egotistical. it thinks only of the next thrilling high. it charms effortlessly, creepily. my shadow. it wants and wants, all it does is WANT. it's hungry, i write above my asscrack, STARVING i whisper into her ear. it wants to dance, and it wants to eat, and to smoke, and to kill, and to fuck. and it knows. oh it knows we're a beautiful monster. the most dangerous kind. sometimes it takes an hour, sometimes a day-- the humans want to breed like wild beasts, they want to slit their wrists, they want and want and want. a cacophony of want echoed in them as in it. it walks its fingers down your arm and huddles in close and asks you the question that breaks you entirely, "what do you WANT?" if you could have anything, what do you want? if you could do anything, what would you do? with no consequence, no judgement, no limits-- what will you do with yourself? will you stay the same? the answer to that one, ironically, is always the same: no, of course not. i would be so much kinder. i would be so much crueler. i'd do something unspeakable. i'd save the world. i'd kill them all. desire, desire, desire.

do you want to be my pet? of course you do.

do you want to be my fan? the biggest of them all.

do you want to taste, even once, freedom? you're terrified but the answer is YES.

what's a strip tease without stripping your skin and your mind? bleed and weep. confess to me the very worst things you want.

i'm not a monster, i'm a creator. i create things. i create you, i create me, i create art and life. i build upon what's already there. do you love ice cream? wouldn't you like to eat it every day? wouldn't that be divine?

ah. shit. this beast tears through me. it says wouldn't you love to eat the world. i want to. i desire everything. after so long fighting my own chains i am not satisfied with the idea of just surviving it, surviving hell. i want to live and have it all. i want to raze to the ground everything and everyone which wants to destroy me.

ANYWAY. the vile (beautiful), sick (joyful), wretched (lovely) monster acts before i do. it says come. it says sit. it says follow. it says hurt. it says give.

and we play. don't you want this? do you want that? can you resist? attention stay rapt. take my hand, open your eyes. how can this be something you despise? there is only one thing that always rings true. the things you desire will always chase you. hi, hello, i'm just the key, i'm just the messenger, the striped honeybee-- cry, oh no, clearly I see, you're terrified of all the hunger in me. but that's because it's inside you. i will draw it out, it will find you. and you will meet your shadow, as mine met me, drown in its infinite, ravenous sea. and finally, finally, you'll be free.

#waxing poetic #accidental poetry #anoutherposting #personal

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acearohippo · 1 year

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Hippo's Dislyte Awards of 2022

Inspired by @ilikedyourablogithere, this one wanted to compile one's own list of faves! This one will format it a bit differently due to personal reasons. Everything, of course, is based on personal bias and NOT on actual gameplay usefulness or canon accuracy. The categories one included:

Favourite Men: Union, Shadow Decree, Non-Affiliated

Favourite Women: Union, Shadow Decree, Non-Affiliated

Favourite Ships: Straight, M/M, F/F, Friend, Family

Favourite Events: Billboard, Sidestory, Non-Story

Favourite Miscellaneous: Boss, Element, Relics (Una, Mui, and Combo) Mythology, Esper Skin, Esper Drip

Favourite Songs: Character Song, DJ Contest Song, XHz Radio City Song, XHz Radio Bar Song

Favourite Union Man Award: Lewis [Ares]

Why? Because my man's out here weighing the pros and cons of joining the Union, based on his personal goals. You don't get that sort of introspection when creating "good guys". He's allowed to be passionate, aggressive, and brash without sacrificing his logic or critical thinking. He's allowed to be confident and dutiful without comprising his youth and playfulness. He respects his younger sister for choosing a different path than him and doesn't selfishly think he's failed her (or himself). He admires his mentor, Gaius, but doesn't hold him on a pedestal as an impossible goal to become. Lewis' sense of self-worth, self-respect, and self-love is so inspiring. Wish he had more stories.

Runner Ups: Li Ling, Tang Xuan

Favourite Shadow Decree Man Award: Long Mian [Ao Bing]

Why? Long Mian has the single most cliché, yet disturbing reason for joining the Shadow Decree. This man witnessed his beloved dog die and, clichély, became a Taxidermist after his dog was stuffed and Long Mian saw he could preserve his most precious items this way. The disturbing part is that he preserves anything beautiful that catches his eyes: which include people. This one loves that his sole reason for joining Shadow Decree is because they don't care that he's collecting people while he brings them miramon for study. That's fantastic. It also seems like, outside of the Decree members, the public doesn't seem to be aware of his activities, because he still has a job... as a taxidermist. He's a serial killer, with a very serial killer-cliché job, but he's so nondescript, he's able to roam free doing what he does. I respect that.

Runner Up: Jiang Jiuli

Favourite Non-Affliated Man Award: Unas [Shu]

Why? He might not have a lot about him, but can we appreciate how- after his wife died- he decided his best bet to keep moving forward was to become a travelling hippie? So many espers have lost their beloved and have grieved in their own way. This one just thinks it's lovely that Unas' grief didn't lead him to any extremes. He doesn't wallow in self-loathing, doesn't blame others or himself, doesn't go around spiteful. On the flipside, he doesn't try to be overly optimistic or happy-go-lucky. His wife's death has taught him to appreciate each day as it comes and goes, not dwelling on once was or what may be. One just loves the vibe he gives off.

Runner Up: Narmer

Favourite Union Woman Award: Heng Yue [Chang'e]

Why? Love oxymoronic characters, that's why. Yes she's a "cold-hearted medic" but guess what? THEY KEEP HER THAT WAY. She's not outright rude or anything, but she comes off as aloof and disinterested and we love that. She does what needs to be done, using what was bestowed to her (begrudgingly) to help others. And her ultimate goal of undoing the transformations? Solid, stuff. It doesn't make sense for everyone to be on board with the changes, including those part of the "hero" faction. This one is just happy that Heng Yue's stance is not tied to something traumatic. She simply wishes to return to her goal of making affordable medicine for all.

Runner Up: Kaylee

Favourite Shadow Decree Woman Award: Lynn [Hathor]

Why? She's gentle, loves to cook, and takes care of everyone... AS PART OF THE SHADOW DECREE!! In case you haven't noticed the trend, this one's faves tend to fall under the "mismatched personality/actions" type. While there isn't much about her to know, it will never not be awesome that her disposition is so gentle while attached to the inhumane faction that is the Shadow Decree. One needs to know what her role is in the Decree, and how she manages to remain so soft spoken and kind working with literal human traffickers.

Runner Ups: Bonnie, Kara

Favourite Non-Affiliated Woman Award: Biondina [Poseidon]

Why? SHE WAS AN UNDERGROUND FIGHTER AND THEN BECAME A TRAVELLING HIPPIE WITH UNAS. CAN YOU GET ANY MORE BADASS THAN THAT?? She (with Unas) just goes around, taking in the sites, lending a helping hand to whoever she comes across in her path, and just takes each day as it comes. We love the VIBES. Like most of the espers on this list, one wishes we had more stories with her.

Favourite Straight Ship: Long Mian [Ao Bing]/Lynn [Hathor]

- Long Mian's bounty story with Lynn is the first bounty story one ever read and the gentleness in the story between the two just had me gushing. This one can just see their domestic life play out. Long Mian bringing home another "collector's item" to preserve and Lynn watching him at work. Lynn preparing the unused parts for a lovely home cooked meal and Long Mian attempting to sneak a bite before she finishes. Them sitting close to each other talking about their day, chuckling at the antics of the Decree's younger members and rolling their eyes at the dramatics of the older members. Very cosy, domestic living.

Favourite M/M Ship: Li Ling [Nezha]/Tang Xuan [Sun Wukong]

- This one has talked and gushed about LotusMonkey before, several times, but why is this ship my favourite? I just love their dynamic. A lot. One cannot put it into words, just all the little nuances in their CANON relationship makes me uber pleased. Truly, the best way to express my feelings is to read any of the psots this one has made or fanfics this one has written. They have so much going for them and one is just happy to partake of the buffet.

Favourite F/F Ship: Bonnie [Eris]/Jeanne [Gerd]

- This one hit me out of nowhere, when this one realised that they both would just work so well together. They're loud, they're aggressive, they're unapologetically them and one just knows their dates would be bombastic and wild. Definitely nothing canon for this ship to fall on, but just trust me on this. Bonnie and Jeanne are just this sort of innocent (?) relationship? Like, it would be new and exciting and they'd get to just experience themselves through each other in a non-exploitative way? If that makes sense. Too many F/F ships are either soft and sweet or bold and sensual and this one just wants the wild energy of two young adults going wild, acting their age, and being able to express themselves through their alternative lifestyle. Apologies for this explanation, there is just something hopeful that this relationship gives me.

Favourite Friendship: Lewis [Ares] & Li Ling [Nezha]

- They are FANTASTIC FRIENDS. Lewis just oozes "fed-up older brother" to Li Ling's "annoying little brother" vibes and it is immaculate. Love that their relationship is founded on beating each other up during training.

Favourite Family Dynamic: Hyde [Hades], Anesidora [Pandora], Nicole [Nephthys], Kara [Serket]

- Hyde might not have expected (or asked for) 3 bickering daughters but he GOT 'EM AND HE'S A SINGLE DAD OF THREE NOW. Anesidora is, of course, the favourite and most successful, eldest daughter. Nicole is the often over-looked, but nonetheless productive middle child. Kara is the wild and rambunctious baby of the family who gets away with way too damn much. And Hyde is just trying to get his work done in peace.

Favourite Billboard Event:

This event gave us the opportunity to run around in circles on a map. That's it. That's the entire reason one loves this event, so much.

Favourite Sidestory Event:

Love it only because it dropped the iconic Soulmate song. Ahmed's version of has the vibe of coming out in elementary school and just being bamboozled by how every girl and some dudes are obsessed with it and the singer and just not understanding why?? Like, the song isn't bad but, sheesh, you'd think Ahmed just dropped this single directly from heaven with how your friends are foaming at the mouth every time it comes on. Then, a decade and a half later, you're at uni listening to one of those throwback playlists and it's evening, you're at that point in the semester where your grades are starting to stress you out but you aren't drowning in despair (yet) and this song comes on. You never actively listened to this song before, but you know the lyrics and you just casually sing along. As you do, you start to bob your head and get into it and then it hits you: Wait, this song is a total bop. You don't know what you were on when you were younger, but all your friends were right and Soulmate is just a fantastic song, sung by a very smooth voice. Now, whenever the convo comes up about throwback songs or impactful moments in your childhood, you gladly bring up Soulmate and enjoy gushing about it and singing purposely offkey to the lyrics with company.

This is the spiritual journey this one went on, despite this song coming out a few months ago.

Favourite Non-Story Event:

This one loved this event so damn much. It forced me to try out different combinations of espers and this is event single-handedly proved more effective at getting one to understand team synergy than any load of tutorials or reddit pages one read.

Favourite Boss: Apep

As much as ONE HATES how 3.1.7 update made him nigh impossible to beat, he reminds me of Onyx, my all time favourite pokemon so this one has to stan.

Favourite Element: Wind Element

It's the closest to Earth Element. Also, it's green (one's favourite colour)

Favourite Relic Sets (Una & Mui): Tyranny of Zeus (Una) & Sword Avatara (Mui)

Yes, this one is that person that puts Zeus set on most multi-hitting espers. This one is not ashamed of it. Sword Avatara is a given because all the other Mui sets just raise stats or offer 1 time-use skills.

Favourite Relic Combo: (Astral Witchcraft & Sword Avatara)

ONE LOVES SETTING UP COMBOS. Just, nonstop hitting is so much fun.

Favourite Mythology: Chinese Mythology

Listen, every other mythology goes wild with their dieties, giving them very iconic imagery like weapons or elements or animal characteristics to make them very easily recognisable. This one appreciates that lillithgames did so much to match their espers to their dieties visually. It's subtle (for the most part) but also very eye catching and it works so damn well.

Also, Hindu mythology hasn't dropped yet in game, so Chinese mythology is the closest we goin get to that. For now.

Favourite Esper Skin: Tang Yun's Flowing Jade [Six-Eared Macaque]

One will be honest: This one loathes Tang Yun. He's #2 on one's Most Hated list. But, this outfit?? Fantastic! The jacket, the sleeves, the colour palette, HIS HAIR. THIS ONE LOVES HIS HAIR SO DAMN MUCH. HOLY CRAP Normally, this one thinks mullets and anything similar are tacky (*glares at Yun Chuan's stupid little braid*), but this do right here?? It WORKS. It works SO WELL with Tang Yun, one had to put aside one's hatred to appreciate the DRIP. 11/10.

Favourite Esper Drip: Li Ling [Nezha]

Have you seen this man? No, but have you SEEN? THIS? MAN? By far the simplest, yet most effective character style this one has come across in a long time. My goodness. Li Ling has to have the most iconic silhouette to come out of a game for a long time.

Favourite Character Song: Jumpin'

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Anything by Nikki Simmons feels like a Disney Channel Original Movie song and this one approves 1000000%. This one loves how cutesy the song sounds in juxtaposition to the brooding teen vibe Zora gives and really sells her character for this one. Honestly, it was a tie between this and Reborn (also by Nikki Simmons) but, since Reborn isn't technically introduced as a character song, this one kept it off the list.

Favourite DJ Contest Song: Psy the Future (Sally's Record [Sif])

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WHY IS THIS SONG NOT ON ANY PLATFORM. IT'S SO GOOD.

Favourite XHz Radio City Song: Adíos! by André Aguado

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This one thinks André's songs are royalty free, that's why this song appears in the game. AND WE ARE SO THANKFUL FOR THAT. This is the song that got one hooked to dislyte. Not the game play, not any of the characters. This. Song. The moment one heard that melody, we decided we had to stick with this game for a bit and, well... half a year later, we still here going strong. If this song hadn't been part of the in game radio, this Hippo would've never been a part of the fandom. Period. Would've deleted the app once one realised there weren't no Hindu gods. So, thank the person who chose this song and then thank the person who approved it being in the game.

Favourite XHz Radio Bar Song: Refuge by Anyar

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First, this is NOT the in game version, which combines Ollie's DJ Contest record with it, but STILL. This song is FANTASTIC. It's what Sam Smith tried to do with Unholy but fumbled due to how squeaky clean it came out in the official drop. It feels sensual and seductive at times but also heartfelt and compassionate at others, and the VOICE?? ANYAR?? The grit and gruffness he hits with some of the lyrics is GORGEOUS. LOVE. THIS. SONG.

If you got through all of this, big thanks! Have a happy New Year!

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