Quick little speed paint, playing around with some colors and schemes on photoshop! I picked up the newest installment to the series and I was so delighted with the interactions I get with Tatiana again! It’s so nice to see her again! She’s one of my fav, horror themed nurses!
1. thanks for the prompt nonnie! 2. Sorry I took so long to respond! 3. I may or may not have stared at this prompt all this time because I JUST DON’T KNOW MAN
Edit: I took it too far oops. Is someone surprised? Also I didn’t even get to the lingerie because I was too focused on The Sex. Also I pretty much see Elide just wearing Lorcan’s clothes 24/7 and him constantly aroused from it, so there you go.
X- First time S- Lingerie
-So, we know that Elide is Thirsty for Lorcan- she was making all the moves after all. But the thing is, she has very, very little experience. I mean she spent the majority of her life locked up with her nursemaid and then was a slave with the sole focus of surviving. What I’m saying is, these circumstances don’t really lend to the opportunity to even discover your own body. I’m not saying that Elide hasn’t had an orgasm, but I think it’s safe to say those times are few and far between.
-Lorcan… on the other hand… Mr. Horny… has 500 years worth of very active experience.
-As much as I would love their first time to be one of those “heat of the moment” type things after an argument or something, I think it would actually start off quite slow. After Aelin comes back and after Elide has started to thaw again towards Lorcan, they start sleeping in the same room. For the comfort of being close and knowing where the other one is.
- One night they enter their room after a particularly stressful day and after changing into comfortable clothes Elide becomes quiet and stands staring out the window. Lorcan comes up behind her and places his hands on her shoulders. “Elide?”, her shoulders drop as she says, “How are any of us supposed to make it out of this alive?”
-“This war is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. But so is the amount of power we have on our side.” He doesn’t try to convince her that it will be fine, that no one will die, or that they’ll even win. He knows her better than that. “Sleep with me tonight”. Lorcan’s hands tighten involuntary. “…What?”.. “I- I mean in the same bed. Sleep in my bed tonight.”
-They lie there facing each other and after a few moments Lorcan sees his hand lift to stroke Elide’s hair. He’s trying to take in every inch of her face to dedicate it to memory. Her eyes keep roving over his face too. He opens his mouth to speak but she beats him. “I love you.” His eyes widen, utter shock painting his features. “Elide-” she cuts him off, “you dont have to say anything. I just needed you to hear it.”
-He moves his hand to cup her cheek, leaning in closer. “Elide, you have turned my world upside down. You are the strongest, most beautiful person I have ever met. I have never, never loved anyone more than I love you”
-It’s hardly any movement at all before she’s kissing him, a hand on his chest. She grabs the back of his neck and drags him forward, pulling him over her. And it’s like they are back in the marshes, his body a heavy weight between her legs. He’s panting just as much as she is, and when he drags his mouth away to lick and nip and suck at her jawline, under her ear, her throat- he starts saying her name over and over and over again.
- It takes him a moment to realize that she’s moved her hands and is tugging on the hem of her shirt, exposing more and more of her pale stomach until he stills them with a growl, “What are you doing”. “I don’t want to wait- I don’t want to take our time. I want this. I want you.”
-His hands fall away and she loses sight of him for a moment as her shirt goes over her head. It takes every ounce of her willpower to avoid crossing her arms over her chest. But when she looks him in the eyes, she realizes that he’s looking into her eyes instead of at her breasts.
-When he finally looks, and touches, and trails his mouth over her, he takes his time. He works slowly, methodically, until she’s begging him for more. Eventually she grabs the collar of his shirt to pull it over his head.
-After trailing his tongue around her bellybutton, his fingers brush the hem of her pants and he looks up at her. “Please,” is all she says. He slowly drags them down her body and once she’s free of them, he rubs her calves in soothing sweeps, telling her how beautiful she is.
-”Now you.” She wants to see him, wants them to be even in this- with him as vulnerable as she is. When he takes off his pants, he continues to gaze at her, kneeling between her thighs and aching everywhere. She stares unabashedly between his legs, feeling very uncertain all of the sudden. He cups her face, kissing her, “Elide, let me make you feel good. I want to kiss you everywhere. Let me taste you.” He pulls back enough to look in her eyes as she says, “yes.”
-He moves down her body and finally takes in the view before him while brushing his lips up and down the inside of her thigh. She’s glistening and pink, and when he strokes near her folds Elide’s leg falls a bit wider. Even though he feels like he’s about to combust, he continues his slow pace until he finally tastes her. Slides a finger inside her while licking her in broad sweeps. Moans and whimpers escape her, sounding as if she’s shocked at her own response. When he adds a second finger and focuses his tongue on her clit, her hand shoots out to squeeze his shoulder. “Lorcan, oh gods.”
-When she comes, she throws her head back, her breathing out of control as she cries out. He works her back down again and when he removes his fingers he sucks them clean, his eyes closed. She grabs at him and crushes her mouth against his.
-He lays down beside her and hefts her over him, placing her astride him. He urges her to rock back and forth against him. And when his hands cup her hips to show her the movement, his cock slips between her lips, pressed between her body and his stomach. Her wetness coats him and she bends over, kissing him and then burying her face in his neck as she continues to grind against him. Now he’s panting and moaning, squeezing his eyes shut- to dull the madness of the pleasure or relish in it he’s not sure.
-When they’re both desperate and she pleads his name, he tells her that she can ease onto him at her own pace if she so chooses. She sits up, a hand braced on his stomach, and lifts his cock to place it at her entrance. She tries to position her hips, tries to lower herself, but she flinches and her shoulders tighten up. He strokes her legs and encourages her to go slow, to take her time.
-When he’s slipped in a couple inches, her hand clenches on his stomach and her eyes are squeezed shut. “Lorcan.” She has a kind of desperate edge to her voice and he lifts her chin to look at him. “Lorcan. I… I need- I can’t-” “Elide, please, my love, we don’t have to do this tonight, we can do whatever you-” “No, I want this. I just- I don’t know how to…” she trails off. “Do you want me to?” “Yes. Please”
-”I’ll be right back sweetheart” Lorcan says as he crawls off the side of the bed. As he rifles around for the jar he’s looking for, he takes a second to calm his breathing. He realizes that he’s nervous and jittery in a way he hasn’t been in a very, very long time. Elide is… everything, and he’s terrified he’s going to hurt her, that he’s going to ruin everything, again.
-When he finds what he’s looking for, he turns around and see’s that she’s lying on her side, facing him, a hand propped on an elbow. He stops cold, feeling some of that nervous energy wash away at how utterly beautiful she looks naked before him. They share a sweet little smile, and he comes back to bed to lie on his side too, facing her. He kisses her, hitching one leg over his, while one of his goes between her legs. They press against each other, Elide sighing into his mouth. He reaches behind him to grab the jar, and she breaks away to look down at it.
-”This is going to help us a little, alright?” She nods, and he twists off the lid, scooping some out onto one hand and screwing the lid back on with the other so he can toss it over his shoulder. He reaches between them, easing his fingers between her legs, rubbing against her and kissing her neck.
-At first, the salve feels cool against Elide’s skin, but it soon warms between them, and Elide feels her heartbeat pick up again as Lorcan’s fingers work their way into her, rubbing against every part of her, back and forth. When he pulls his fingers back, she opens her eyes to see him grabbing her leg and hitching her leg higher, pulling her body closer to his. Then his hand is gripping himself, gliding the tip of him against her. She lifts her leg higher to help him and when she feels him pressing into her she looks up. His eyes are blazing into hers and she feels his other hand around her back, the fingertips pressing into her skin.
-She wraps her arms around him, pressing her face into his neck. He pushes in a couple inches and pauses. “Elide, talk to me love, I don’t want to hurt you.” She squeezes him harder at the vulnerability in his voice, “Keep going, just go slow.” His hips tilt, and Elide can feel the pressure increasing inside her. She forces herself to take controlled, deep breaths and hears Lorcan murmuring in her ear. “That’s it. Gods, I love you Elide. You feels so good.”
-Eventually he moves his hand away and wraps it around lower back, his hand resting on one cheek. He begins rocking his hips, the smooth glide easing him in further and Lorcan feels like he may actually explode. Elide is panting against his shoulder and she pulls back enough to drag heated kisses against his mouth, both of them breathless enough that it’s little more than an exchange of air. “Are you alright?” “Yes”
-Lorcan tucks the arm underneath him between her legs, his hand against his pelvis so that his knuckles begin to drag against Elide’s clit. She moans and he pulls her hips closer. They rock together that way, finding their rhythm until Elide cries out and presses her forehead against his. When he feels her contract around him, he realizes that this slow love making is all it’s going to take, that this closeness and her tight squeeze around him is all it’s going to take to make him come too.
-They remain that way, tangled up together for what feels like hours, seconds. They move only slightly, repositioning their legs, Lorcan’s arm under Elide’s neck, when sleep drags them both under.
no offence but i can’t figure out for the life of me why people would ship a heterosexual white couple (as if there aren’t enough of them already) when one of them is absolute trash, tortured/abused the other and literally killed the only father figure she’d ever had, over a pure, healthy m/m interacial ship with two moc, both of whom are wonderful characters and actually deserve each other. like. that doesn’t make sense to me but okay
OMG IS THERE A PART THREE TO THE MOUSE GIRL BECAUSE I AM IN LOVE
I wasn’t even planning another part, but I like this a lot, hope you do too! P1P2
Nicole is sat in a small diner and her little sister, Danny, is settled across from her, happily munching on a large order of fries. “Can’t believe you paid to have your girlfriend’s mouse neutered,” the younger girl states, waving a limp fry in Nic’s direction.
“Goob is getting lonely, it was the only way he’d be able to have friends,” Nicole defends, leaning her head into her hand. “And Waverly is not my girlfriend.”
Danny snorts at this, actually flicking a bit of fry at her sister before she speaks. “You go on dates, buy each other flowers and sappy shit like that and I’m pretty sure you guys are fuckin’ regularly. What do you call that?”
Nicole’s mouth falls open for a moment before she rights herself, shaking her head a bit. “Shut up,” she says lamely, raking a hand through her cropped red hair.
“Make me, Haughty,” Danny snickers, knowing how much Nicole hated that nickname.
Nicole lets out a huff as she straightens up in her seat, a slight smirk settling on her lips. “How’s Laura?” she asks, watching Danny blush furiously.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Danny fumbles, leaning forward to take a gulp from her milk shake, wincing at the sudden headache. “Brain freeze…”
“Serves you right, brat,” Nicole snorts, pulling out her wallet to take care of the bill. “But seriously, how is that going? The whole Laura thing?”
Danny gets quiet at that, picking apart a fry as she stares at the table. “I mean, we’re friends and everything, but I’m kind of afraid that’s all she sees me as,” she mumbles, biting her lip a bit.
“There’s this new girl at school, she’s in my grade and Laura seems to be enamored with her and-” she stops, letting out a soft sigh. “-it’s so stupid.”
Nicole smiles softly, reaching a hand over to rest against the younger girl’s wrist. “Hey, the best advice I can give, is to sit her down and tell her how you feel.”
Danny’s brow furrows a bit as she looks up at her sister, clearly trying to figure out what to say next. “I’ll tell Laura, when you tell Waverly.”
“That’s low, Lawrence,” Nic murmurs, a slight frown on her lips as she pulls her hand away. “But…I suppose.”
“Score one for the half sibling!” Danny all but shouts, causing Nicole to lean across the table to slap a hand across her mouth.
Nicole shuffles her feet a bit as she waits in the lobby, hands buried deep in her jacket pockets. She’s supposed to be meeting Waverly so they can go and see if they can find some friends for Goob, but the brunette was nowhere to be found.
“Where is she?” Nicole asks herself as she glances at her phone for the millionth time since she had showed up at a quarter til four.
She mentally decides that she’ll give Waverly another fifteen minutes to either let her know what’s going on, hoping that Danny never finds out she waited over and hour for a girl.
“Shit, Nic, I’m so sorry,” Waverly’s voice sounds across the lobby, only the girl is coming from outside and she’s got a bruise blooming across her cheek. “I had to deal with some shit at the bar.”
“Waves, what happened to your face?” Nicole asks, moving to cup the smaller girl’s cheek gently to inspect the mark.
“Well I was getting ready to leave and this guy grabbed my ass and I spoke before I could think and I don’t really remember what I said, but the guy slapped me pretty hard,” Waverly rambles out, waving a hand at Nicole in an attempt to dismiss the issue.
“Waverly, that’s not okay,” The ginger hums, her brow furrowing. “I’m gonna kill whoever did this, just point him out,” she growls, molten rage climbing up her spine.
“It’s fine, really, the owner took car of him,” Waverly says softly, reaching up to cover Nicole’s hand, keeping it on her cheek. “Can we just go look at cute mice?”
It takes all Nicole has to nod, to shove the anger down into the pit of her stomach and allow the girl to lead her out to her truck. She insists on driving, letting Waverly all but drape herself over the center console so they can hold hands.
They end up choosing two female’s from the same litter, having read online that they had a better chance of getting along once they got older. One is mostly white with a grey spot in the middle of her back, while her sister was nearly all black with only two thin bands of white across her neck and chest.
“You should name one,” Waverly says as they head back up to her apartment, anxious to keep all of the attention on their pets.
Nicole shrugs a bit, holding up the travel cage to look at the two mice curled up in the corner, sleeping. “Think we should name them Thelma and Louise,” she jokes, jumping a bit when the elevator comes to a stop.
She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t scared to tell Waverly how she felt, the anxiety of the situation only getting worse with the news of how Waverly’s shift had went.
“That’s actually pretty clever,” Waverly chuckles, fishing her keys out of her bag. “We should see how they act first though, don’t you think?”
“I suppose,” Nic hums, watching Waverly as they step into the apartment. There’s a large tote sitting in the middle of the room, which would serve as neutral ground for the mice to meet. “Do you want me to stay tonight to help out?”
Waverly smiles at that, moving to peek at a grumpy Goob who had been confined to his smaller cage the day before so they could completely clean and rearrange the large enclosure.
“Kind of hoped you’d stay regardless,” Waverly says softly, reaching into the cage to pull Goob out. “I haven’t gotten to see you much this week and to be honest, I kinda missed you.”
“Waverly Earp, are you getting sappy with me?” Nicole teases, helping Waverly get everything set up before they place the mice in the tote, carefully watching their reactions.
“Maybe I am,” is all Waverly says before she’s crouching down to inspect their pets.
They’re both pretty shocked to find that after a few little scraps, the mice seemed to be getting along, Goob even going as far as allowing the white female to crawl all over him.
“Would you look at that,” Waverly chuckles, leaning away from the bin to stretch.
“Yeah,” Nicole breathes, watching the way Waverly’s shirt rides up along her toned stomach. “Waves, will you be my girlfriend?” she blurts out in an attempt to get the whole thing over with.
“I kinda thought we were already going out,” Waverly says with a grin, watching the way Nicole’s eyes linger on her body before they’re meeting her own. “I mean, we go out on dates all the time, among other things.”
Nicole blushes a bit, shrugging her shoulders. “We never made it official and when I saw that you were hurt today, I was so mad…and I just…I really wanted-” she trails off for a moment, hoping her next words won’t come off the wrong way. “-I just want you to be mine.”
Waverly is kneeling in front of her in an instant, fingers brushing against Nicole’s knee as she presses their foreheads together. “I’m yours.”
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built around two solid points: 1) Lois Lane is the lead character; and 2) The audience dose not know who is playing Superman going into the movie.
So the movie centers around a young Lois, who’s desperately trying to get a job as a reporter at the Daily Planet, despite a hiring freeze as the printed journalism business struggles to keep up, and despite the fact she has no prior journalism experience (at least, not outside of an expensive degree that has yet to start paying for itself). Even though no one at the Planet will even return her calls, she barges in in the middle of a work day, trying to get an interview. She bounces off a lot of people (a number of them tall guys with dark hair and nice eyes who she barely notices) until she tracks down Perry White, who tells her, sarcastically, that he’ll hire her on the spot if she can bring him a properly sourced article revealing the story Metropolis’s new hero, who just yesterday stopped a runaway train with his bare hands.
She gets to work. Her friends tell her she’s crazy. Her sister bails her out of jail at least once (maybe a montage of times). Her father, General Lane, threatens disownment and/or military arrest. This “menace” broke a muggers arm last week, and is wanted for vigilantism. If she really does find out the identity of this man (who’s been gaining notoriety with every feat) and brings it to a newspaper before the military, her father would have to take action. (This country is his family, after all.)
But the more Lois looks into this ‘super man’, the more she likes what she sees. It’s hard without credentials, but she’s been collecting eye-witness reports for months trying to find the pattern to track; the pattern that everyone’s been looking for. She has dozens of interviews with police, and store owners, and caught criminals, but it’s in the interviews of the regular folk that she finds the pattern:
This man is kind.
Every headline is about a larger-than-life figure who catches falling statues, wins chases with cars, and stops bullets with his pecs. In the words of the innocent people of Metropolis though, is someone else. Someone who flies broken cars to the shop from the highway during rush hour. Someone who takes a sobbing child from the scene of a bike accident and drops off a smiling one with their parents. Someone who’s been spotted leaving flowers by the headstones of the ones who didn’t make it out of that train crash. Someone who sits in a secluded corner of the park and plays chess with the old woman who’s husband can no longer leave the house. Someone who literally pulled a dog out of a river and a cat from a tree.
So, to find the Man of Steel, Lois searches for kindness - and she finds it everywhere. She finds all the coats freely shed for someone cold. She finds all the grocery carts paid for by the previous customer. She finds lonely veterans offered a seat at the family table in restaurants. She finds hate symbols painted over with cute cartoons and symbols of love. She finds dozens and dozens of volunteers who help clean up and serve food and rebuild after train crashes and car wrecks and robberies.
She finds Superman.
And then she finds a man in the park.
He’s not doing much, just sitting on a bench with his head in his hands. The copy of the Daily Planet on the bench next to him speculates on the dangers of super humans, as it has every day for the last two weeks. Some have even suggested that the Man of Steel is an alien, though those theories have only barely broken into mainstream. Whatever this man is worrying over, whatever weight is on his shoulders, seems much heavier than a newspaper, though. Lois hasn’t worried herself with the same issue’s as her prospective employer, either. Thoughts still on the group of teens she’s just passed, each promising to beat up on some boy for their friend, are still fresh on her mind, and she takes the spot next to the stranger on the bench.
He’s not a stranger, though. Lois recognizes him. She doesn’t know his name, but she saw him that day at the Daily Planet months ago, and she’s seen him across the police tape at scenes she’s investigated. He wrote today’s front page article: “Man of Steel, or Menace of Steel?”
He’s politely flustered when she sits down, and she promptly tells him that everything about his article - she’s already read it, of course - is absurd. She doesn’t care who “made him write it”, the entire thing is just plain wrong. She finds herself repeating stories she’s read and re-read at all hours of the morning. Stories of regular people who’d told her how they’d been inspired by Superman. How they’d taken leaps of faith toward recovery and new lives thanks to Superman. Teenagers have chosen to live because of Superman. She quotes sources, and sources of people, including herself, who have said that the city of Metropolis - maybe even the world - was so much better because of Superman.
“Superman?” the reporter asks.
“It’s just something I’ve been calling him. He’s got that big S on his chest, right?”
The reporter laughs. He hasn’t smiled the whole time, only looked at her with wide eyes. His smile is… nice. His glasses are dumb though.
“Yeah,” she admits, “it’s a dumb name.”
“No,” he says. A weight has fallen off his shoulders while she was flipping through her notebooks. He sniffles a bit. Lois had just torn into his article with all the fury she could muster, is he crying about it? No, he’s smiling, still. “I really like it. Have you written all this down?”
Lois Lane writes it all down. Her new friend (who proofread the hell out of it because Lois is driven as hell but can’t spell) Clark Kent turned it in to his boss. The newest headline reads:
The Story of Superman -by Lois Lane
She’s getting paid more than Clark in under a year. He just seems to be so distracted all the time. Maybe she should look into that…