look what i finally started wee


So after much delay & stress & ultimately deciding that the only way I’d be able to like how it looks is by using the sketch lines & coloring it in grayscale, I finally finished this companion piece or w/e for that one fic I wrote nearly half a year ago lmao. 

After a couple weeks of secret “chapstick sharing,” your friends might start to get suspicious if your lips are uncharacteristically sparkly & you start to constantly smell like vanilla cake batter~ ;3c Tsk-tsk, boys, what kind of situation are y’all gonna have to deal with now~?

Demons, cover.

Redrawn and repainted in the eleventh hour, because second-guessing my work is a habit I’ve yet to outgrow. Does it do what it needs to do? Only you can tell me that, dear readers. I do hope you’ve enjoyed the ride.

If you are just tuning in, this little story finishes today. If you’d like to start at the beginning and read straight through, links to the pages are all listed below. I will update this page again in the wee hours of Friday to add the links to the final two images.

Please note: the individual panels are all interlaced files. When you pull them up, they may initially look blurry, but in a moment or two, the image should sharpen nicely. This method makes smaller files, which allows me to work around Tumblr’s compression a little bit, to give you a better final image.

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If you are reading this page with an image in black and white with crop marks on it, then Real Life™ in October and November has been harder than expected, and I have been unable to produce a color cover that sufficiently expresses what I feel the cover for this work needs to express.

But I don’t want there to just.. not be a cover. So, have the emergency version: linework as clean as mine ever gets, until I can manage more.

Please forgive me. I will update this post when I have a color version.

anonymous asked:

please please tell me you're still taking prompts! I don't know if I can survive another week ahaha anyway here is my prompt: Jamie and Claire + Lovebites 😍😘

Anonymous asked:  Ooo and how about one where they celebrate Christmas or Valentines together?

How can I say no?? Answer: I can’t. I’m physically incapable of it. It’s a problem sometimes. But not this time. ;) This will be in the Modern AU setting (which doesn’t have an actual city because I’m too lazy to pick one).

For the record, my hands are shaking as I write this.

“I’ve a wee present for ye, Sassenach.”

I gave him a flat look as he peeked his head out of the bathroom door.

“Oh, don’t be so modest. It isn’t that small.”

His eyes narrowed as he disappeared again.

It was Valentines Day and Murtagh had kindly taken the children for the night. There was to be a massive slumber party at Lallybroch with our own little Fraser’s and the Murray children essentially in command of the house. Fergus promised he’d help keep an eye on the children so no one lost a limb.

“I ken you’re no’ speaking o’ my cock being wee, now are ye?”

I was giggling madly. The tequila had gotten to me more than I’d expected it to and I was horny as hell. I nearly jumped him in the doorway when we’d finally gotten home.

“Wee cock?” I snickered. “God no. Hurry up Jamie, or I’m going to start without you.”

“Do that and I’ll see to it that ye regret it.”

“Is that a promise?”

He snorted and gave me a Scottish noise of confirmation.

Instead of taking matters into my own hands, I sat on our bed and removed my shoes and stockings. 

When he came out, I decided it had been worth the wait. He wore what looked to be a linen shirt, like something out of a history book. He looked every bit the Highland warrior he might have been in a previous life. Even the kilt he wore. It wasn’t the same that he wore on formal occasions. This one appeared to have been pleated by hand.

“Oh Jamie…. You look marvelous!”

“I went to a shop and had this made. I had the lad teach me to pleat it myself, so it would be a real kilt.”

“And are you wearing it as a true Scotsman?” I asked, staring pointedly at his crotch.

“Aye. I am, for I am a true Scotsman born and bred. There’s no’ a stitch on beneath.”

I was nearly trembling, looking at the figure he cut. His powerful calves were bare and beautifully toned. The shirt hung a little loose on his broad shoulders, but it had clearly been made for him.

“My… God… Jamie… Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.”

His brows shot up and he gave me that half smirk that cut straight to my heart.

“Canna say as I’ve ever heard ye use that phrase while lookin’ at me, Sassenach.”

I stood suddenly, my head a little dizzy, and began yanking at my clothes.

“Jamie I’ve never been so turned on by the sight of you. I need you. Right now.”

He eyed me carefully as I dropped my blouse on the floor and fought with the zipper on my skirt.

“Perhaps next time we willna have so much tequila at the pub.”

“I don’t care. I need you inside me, dressed like that.”

He laughed and walked slowly toward me. The skirts of his kilt swung distractingly and I stared at him.

“What is it that’s making ye so aroused, Sassenach?”

“I’m not sure. You look the same, but… Somehow different. It’s like I’m making love to a stranger, but my husband.”

“Oh? Like that, is it?”

His voice dropped, deep and thick with his Scottish burr. I nearly had an orgasm then and there.

“Yes. Oh God yes. Please, Jamie.”

He gripped the hem of my skirt and yanked it off me, making me stumble a little. The intensity of the whole situation was causing me to shake as if with cold.

“I’ll use ye how I please,” he growled in my ear, hands holding my buttocks hard. “And I’ll make ye yearn for more.”

One hand moved around and slid beneath my underwear, fingers probing and rough. My arms were around his neck, holding me to him as closely as I could. While the fingers thrusting in and out of me technically fulfilled my wish of having him inside me, it wasn’t quite what I’d been longing for.

“Oh God! Yes!”

The first wave came sooner than I’d expected and I writhed in his arms, his fingers still churning within me.

A flash of pain on my neck made me screech, and he was suddenly gone from me. Without his support, I fell onto the bed in a graceless heap, my panties still askew.

“Christ, Sassenach. I’m sorry. I dinna what came o’er me.”

With a heave of effort, I made myself sit up and I glared at him.

“If I’d wanted you to stop,” I said. “I would have used our safe word. What did you even do?”

“I… Wheel… I, er… I bit ye. There on the neck.”

My hand went to the spot that throbbed lightly and I could feel the skin swelling already.

“Bedding a Highlander,” I said, tugging my panties off. “Biting is a part of the package, no?”

“I dinna want to hurt ye.”

“Sometimes, love,” I purred as I strode to him on rubber legs. “Pain brings pleasure. Come here and bite me some more.”

“Are ye sure, mo chridhe?”

“It’s not as though you’ve never bitten me before.”

“Aye, but that’s just your breasts or yer honeypot. I’ve never left a mark on ye like that.”

I glanced down at the tent in his kilt and sighed.

“If you keep talking like this, the mood will be ruined and I’ll have to take care of myself.”

He still looked a little hesitant, so I began sliding my own hand down between my legs.

“If you want things to be fair, I’ll bite you back.”

Then his eyes grew dark and he lunged at me again. He bore me down on the bed with his full weight. It was almost frightening, how easily he could crush me and have me at his mercy. But I trusted him with my life.

His mouth was hot and hungry against mine, his tongue forceful in my mouth. Sometimes I forgot what a good kisser he was when he really tried. My legs were suddenly forced apart by his knee and I felt the soft wool on the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs.

“I will use ye roughly, if I wish it,” he growled, his accent even thicker than normal. “I will make ye call to me. I will make ye mine.”

With the unstoppable force of a locomotive, he thrust himself deep within me. He acted as if he sought to split me in two, ramming against me without mercy. 

It wasn’t mercy I wanted.

I gripped the linen shirt with white knuckles and screamed his name over and over. I was bruising in various places and I’d likely be sore for several days. But none of that mattered.

Jamie was home. I was his home as he was mine. Our connection made me safe, gave me a place. That was what I wanted of him. I’d given him my heart to protect and in return, he’d given me his soul. We were one flesh, one spirit and nothing could break us.

“A Dhia!” he screamed as his own orgasm made him jerk madly.

Unable (and maybe a little unwilling) to stop myself, I pulled his head down and sank my teeth into his neck. He flinched, but didn’t pull away.

Several eternal minutes later, he peeled himself off me and crawled onto our bed. As gently as he could, he pulled me up beside him and held me close. He unhooked the back of my bra and slipped it off my limp body. All I heard, as I drifted to sleep, was his voice speaking to me in soft Gaelic.


He held Claire in his arms, her face still flushed and glowing from their lovemaking. Still murmuring to her quietly, he combed the hair from her face. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so rough on her. He hated to see her in pain, especially when it was he that had caused it. But she never complained. Letting his mind wander, he thought about nothing in particular. The accounts at Lallybroch. The nearly empty bottle of wine in the locked cabinet. The shopping list up on the notepad by the door. The brand of feminine products Claire preferred for her monthly courses. 

A Dhia…

It couldn’t be…

Furiously counting back, he realized it could be possible. She’d never been late, save for when she was pregnant. Which meant tonight was in her time of fertility.

That would explain a few things. Her needs were more than what the tequila could account for.

Were they ready for five bairns?


I seriously couldn’t be more proud of myself right now. My day did not start off well, but I didn’t let that ruin it. I focused on my goals, ate what I’d planned for the day, and look at what happened!! 

I consumed 1975 calories which is a wee bit higher than I’d like, but I can’t complain. I finally got my pie chart to look how I’d like it to look! It’s a rare occasion for me to have under 50% carbs and over 20% protein. 

Part of that included this: 

Flat out “pizza” with traditional low sodium pasta sauce, turkey pepperoni, olives, peppers, onions, and cheese. Mmm. 

After working both jobs (and training a new guy at Sports Authority), I hit the gym for some lifting. A 5 minute elliptical warm-up, 35 minutes of arms, and then a 5 minute elliptical cool-down is enough to kill me. I had to push so hard towards the end to finish my reps. 

Night everyone :)