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Post Tension | Charles Leclerc x McLaren! Reader
Summary: Back in the same country, Charles realises that the most important thing isn't winning; it's that he was wrong.
Warnings: Swearing, female reader, Verstappen! Reader. Tooth-rotting fluff.
This is the final part!
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3
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YourUserName something in the orange tells me we're not done
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User 1 excuse me, miss thing?!?!
User 2 not miss verstappen posting this on media day when charles and her were spotted in the background of each other's interviews
francisca.cgomes that silhoutte pic is serving 🔥
User 3 just me or does that bear have a ferrari hoodie on
User 4 he is not the love of your life. he is literally just a guy. hit him with your car
→ User 1 nah 'cause does anyone else think charles would run her off the track if she got ahead of him again
→ User 5 wtf that's his girlfriend? he wouldn't try and hurt her
→ User 6 he did push max in a puddle once
lilymhe @ alex_albon why don't you buy me this stuff
→ alex_albon because you don't support McLaren
→ YourUserName excuse me?!?! what is this betrayal
→ lilymhe @ YourUserName i can explain
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User 7 mum and dad putting those cheating rumours to rest
User 8 y/n a stronger woman than me because i would've keyed his car for implying i was sleeping with my teammate
→ User 9 actually it was arthur who implied that
→ User 10 don't drag baby leclerc into this. he was fighting in the trenches alongside us for his otp
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scuderiaferrari P4 and P8. A strong weekend for the tifosi 💪
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User 9 i can't decide what i want to ride more
User 10 scoring some points in azerbaijan. well done, team
charles_leclerc why are you not posting the photos of me being #1 wag
→ YourUserName because this account doesn't post papaya, liefje
→ charles_leclerc no excuse
→ lilymhe because you are not #1 wag, clearly i am the only wag for @ YourUserName
→ charles_leclerc defamation
→ YourUserName @ lilymhe you tell 'em, bby
→ alex_albon i leave you alone for two seconds and you're stealing my girlfriend again
User 11 be still my beating heart
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mclaren P3 and P5. roll on the points for team papaya (ft mclaren's #1 wag)
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mclaren we apologise for interrupting your regularly scheduled papaya posts with a splash of red but you'll never guess who this racer was looking at to make him smile like that
→ maxverstappen1 sickening
→ charles_leclerc i am honoured to be awarded such a prestigious title by team mclaren
→ landonorris does this mean i can stop pretending to like y/n now?
→ charles_ leclerc @ landonorris no
→ YourUserName @ landonorris no. you're my emotional support pookie
User 11 so proud of our papayas. they did so good this weekend
User 12 i'd let y/n hit me with her car
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victoriaverstappen couldn't be prouder of you! 💕
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maxverstappen1 a disappointing dnf but very pleased for the less-famous verstappen 🧡
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redbullracing still made us proud. we'll come back stronger in france
kellypiquet well done y/n. p was cheering you on
→ YourUserName tell her i'm coming over for a pizza party soon! 🥰
YourUserName i swear he loves me really, guys
→ charles_leclerc well he threatened to run me off the track if i didn't fix things so i'd say he does
→ maxverstappen1 for legal reasons, this is a joke
→ YourUserName ah, so that's why you apologised. not because of your undying love for me
landonorris feel like that should say the more talented verstappen
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danielricciardo don't let this fool you. the man was close to tears when y/n was p1 with just one lap to go
→ danielricciardo and then cried when her tire burst
→ danielricciardo and then cried when she finished p3
→ maxverstappen1 i'll sue you for defemation
→ User13 the Grid seemed to have learned a new word this week
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YourUserName ik houd van je
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charles_lecerlc je sais
→ YourUserName never going to let me forget that one, are you
→ charles_leclerc no
→ maxverstappen1 no
→ danielricciardo no
→ landonorris no
→ arthur_leclerc no
→ pierregasly no
→ victoriaverstappen no
→ lilymhe no
YourUserName how about everybody get off my dick
→ YourUserName my only friends here are the lovely ladies thirsting over my hot boyfriend with me
→ User 14 you tell 'em, honey
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charles_lecerlc as the people on twitter say, i would let y/n hit me with her car
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maxverstappen1 my eyes 🤮
→ charles_leclerc look away! i was going to block you for this
→ maxverstappen1 block me forever
YourUserName wow, not even a tag.
→ charles_leclerc everyone knows who you belong to, mon amour
→ YourUserName yeah, the guy who invented ice cream
→ landonorris @ charles_leclerc at least you know what to do if the racing thing doesn't work out
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Thank you for all the support shown on this series. I never expected such a response when I posted my silly little fic.
I've had so much fun making these. I have a few more ideas coming up but not loads so if you have any, please do request and I'll try my best to do them justice! <3
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wonderland ; LN4
pairing(s) ; lando norris x bookworm!reader
summary ; in which lando’s girlfriend loves books and lando loves whatever she does
warnings ; nothing but pure fluff :)
note ; lol this is short but i found it in my drafts from ages ago & i completely forgot i had written it lmfao (++ the title is irrelevant, i couldn’t think of one and i love this song so i was like that’ll do)
twitter !
instagram ; lando.jpg
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lando.jpg she said she didn’t have enough pics to fulfil your photo dump dreams so here are some pics to make up for your lack of y/n lately
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flonorris1 you’re OBSESSED
landonorris what’s your point
user1 lando get OFF your knees
user2 he had all of these in his camera roll😭😭
user3 better yet he probs took them all
user4 what was she reading ??
landonorris in the second pic she was reading to me and it was little women (of course). in the 4th pic im not sure what book it is but ill ask her now
landonorris she said the book in the 4th pic is called ‘throttled’ by lauren asher
user5 omg who’s gonna tell him what y/n was reading
user6 SHE WAS READING THROTTLED YHATS SO ICONIC😭😭😭😭
oscarpiastri landonorris mate lily just told me what throttled is i think you should google it
user6 the difference between little women and throttled is so funny i love y/n’s taste in books😭
user7 i would die for her
olivernorris1 yourusername this man is so obsessed with you it’s actually hilarious
yourusername i 🫶 my obsessed boyfie
user8 y/n we (your children) miss you come back home
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yourusername hell was the journey but it brought me heaven 🩵
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user1 MOTHER IS BACK 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶
user2 omg who’s kid is that
user3 it’s y/n’s little brother
user4 THATS SO ADORABLE😭😭
landonorris you’re so obsessed with me
yourusername LOL ok mr whole jpg post dedicated to me
landonorris i said you were obsessed with me, i never denied being obsessed with you
flonorris1 you’re so so beautiful i miss you so much😭
yourusername STOP IT I LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU MORE THAN ANHTHING
flonorris1 landonorris fly me and cisca out to bahrain pls bestie
landonorris ok just bc i know how badly my sisters wanna see me race
ciscanorris1 HAHAHHAHA ok yes sure
user5 i love the way she is with his sisters omg😭
lilymhe i miss you gf😭😭🫶
yourusername im in the uk next week pls tell me you are too
lilymhe OMG message me right now
user6 HE😭SENT😭HER😭MOON😭PICS😭
user7 more importantly HE😭LOOKED😭AT😭THE😭MOON😭AND😭THOUGHT😭OF😭HER😭
user8 shut up i’m gonna be sick
user9 omg where’d you get your tattoo i want a taylor lyric and yours is so so nice
yourusername avastattooparlour is the only person i’ll ever let tattoo me 🥰 i would trust them with my life please go see ava, they’re incredible 😭😭
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landonorris replied to your story!
→ babe what is this
→ WHO said you were allowed to look that fine
→ have you been hacked
→ are you reading binding 13 AGAIN
→ no
→ i’ve already reread it, im up to keeping 13
→ dear god
landonorris is live on twitch !
[transcript]
[LN: hey chat we’re gonna play some games tonight i’m just waiting for y/n to bring me snacks.]
[LN: yes yes y/n will be here soon guys chill out.]
[LN: “we want y/n” yes guys i know you like my girlfriend more than you like me but chill out.]
[YN: chat know i’m the best i don’t know what to tell you.
LN: thank you for the food baby but can you stop stealing chat’s attention.]
[YN: okay guys i'm gonna go before lan starts crying because we love each other more than we love him.
LN: stop flirting with my chat and go read your book.]
[LN: "what is she going to go read?" uhh i think she's rereading the binding 13 series for the thousandth time. it's like her favourite books of all time and she always rants to me about them.]
[LN: no chat you don't understand, it got to a point where i read the books because she was ranting about them so much and i just wanted to be able to understand what she was talking about.]
[LN: anyways, let's start playing some games before max yells at me for making him wait.
MF: mate you're obsessed with her.]
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-10 Years-
You were standing on the pitch looking at the people, standing in the stands.
It was the Champions League final of 2014.
Wolfsburg vs Barcelona.
This was your dream coming true, at seventeen you were playing for one of europe's biggest Womens football teams and you were on your way up.
You started warming up when you saw her, you were instantly mesmerized by the brunette beauty.
She was warming up and talking to a teammate when she laughed and you could see her beautiful smile.
You couldn't take your eyes off her until a teammate of yours told you to come to the tunnel and get ready to walk out.
Once you got into position in the tunnel, you saw her again.
But this time she caught you looking and shyly smiled at you.
Your heart fluttered, you desperately wanted to talk to her but now you had to focus on the upcoming final.
53rd Minute, the first half was boring other than a yellow card for your teammate Alex Popp, but now you were sprinting down the right wing. You dribbled past the defenders and shot, the ball was supposed to meet one of your teammates heads, but instead it flew further and curved over the keepers fingers into the goal.
You sprinted into the arms of your teammates, you couldn’t believe it you just shot your first Champions League goal, and that in a final.
After the game was over and you got your medals, you were standing on the field, looking around yourself and taking it all in.
You turned around and saw that beautiful smile that made your heart flutter. You quickly turned back around, hoping that she didn’t catch you staring at her.
Suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder, you turned around:,, Hola Hermosa’’ You were met with those beautiful eyes:,,H..hi’’ You stuttered and readiness shot up your face. ,, Would you maybe swap shirts with me?”, she spoke in with that beautiful accent of hers and your face only grew more red.
You quickly nodded and took off your shirt she followed and suddenly you were met with the body of a goddess and you couldn't tear your eyes away from her torso. You felt her looking up and down your body until she put your shirt on:,,Adios, hermosa, I'll see you again.” She leaned in and gave you a light kiss on the cheek.
You put her shirt on and tried to stop the blush that crept up your cheeks:,, Scheisse” you cursed at the realization that you had a crush, a crush on a hot spanish lady who is on the way to being on of the best footballers ever known in history. You really were in deep shit.
You were playing at Olympic Lyon now.
And as history likes it, it was the Champions league final of 2018 and you met Alexia , now your Girlfriend, at the stadium.
It was actually quite funny to you that you kept your relationship a secret for almost 3 years now. No one knew, only a few close family members. You both were in your own bubble, you flew over to Barcelona as often as you could and Ale came over as often as she could.
Your love life were lazy mornings, secret messages and meetings.
That’s how you found yourself in this situation. In a storage closet of the stadium you were playing in.
Ales lips were on yours and your hands on her waist:,, I missed you so much Amor’’
She kissed along your ear while whispering. ,,Me too Schatz. I love you so much Schatz’’, Your head snuggled into the crook of her neck and you just enjoyed the warmth that radiated off her, she loved when you used her as a human pillow. You would randomly lay your head on her lap or her shoulder or bury it in the crook of her neck.
,,,How long do you think we can keep this up? I mean like staying a secret?’’, you ask the love of your life because that's what she was, the love of your life and you were so freaking sure of that.
She kisses your head:,, As long as we want to mi amor’’ We stayed like this for a few more minutes before we went our separate ways to our changing rooms.
It was all over now. Lyon won the champions league. you did it again, your second champions league title.
After you let that sink in you realized the love of your life just lost the champions league final. The next thing you did was walk over to your love and close your arms around her:,,You played so well my love. You were amazing. I love you so much.’’
She looked up and you saw the tears in her eyes. You quickly looked around if anyone could hear you: ,, I love you mi amor. And you're not sleeping at your hotel tonight. You will come home with me and then i’ll let you do whatever you want to me.’’ I whispered the last bit into her ear and could immediately see her smirk and the lust in her eyes.
,, Sí, mi amor. Te amo.’’,with that Ale went back to her teammates.
The next morning you were really happy to have the day off because you literally couldn’t walk after Alexia had her fun with you…
After months of hard work it was finally the off season and you had booked a romantic getaway for you and your girlfriend. You planned everything months in advance.
You wanted it to be perfect because in a few hours you would propose to the love of your life.
The hotel room had been decorated by the staff in a very romantic manner. Rose petals were laid down in a heart shape on the balcony.
From the balcony you could directly see the Eiffel Tower.
After your flight and a short taxi ride you and Alexia stood in front of the hotel room door. Before you opened the door you made Alexia put down her luggage and turned her around, back facing the wall.
You then unlocked the door. You made sure she had her eyes closed and led her into the room.
You leaned up and kissed her neck lightly. ,,Open your eyes’’,you whispered into her ear.
,,Oh Amor, it’s beautiful���’, she turned around and kissed you with immense passion.
You pulled away:,,Baby we can do that later, first we have a wonderful dinner to enjoy’’, she pouted until she heard that there was dinner for you both.
You lightly chuckled at that and led her to sit down on the sofa and brought both your suitcases into the bedroom.
You both sat on the sofa for a while embraced in each others arms. When dinner came you sat down at the table and enjoyed it.
After dinner you put on perfect by ed sheeran over your music box:,,Dance with me mi amor’’ You took her hands and put them around your waist, your hands found her neck and rested there.
When the song stopped you kissed her deeply. You suddenly became very nervous as you remembered the ring in your back pocket.
You took a deep breath and led Alexia outside.
You stood on the balcony opposite of Alexia.
You took her hands in yours:
,,Mi amor, you are the love of my life. I have known that since the moment I first saw your beautiful face in that stadium. Whenever I see you everything lights up. You make my world brighter mi amor, without you the light would be missing. We helped each other through wins and losses and I couldn’t imagine my life without you and I don’t want to imagine my life ever without you.’’
I got down on one knee and pulled the ring out.
,,Alexia Putellas Segura, mi amor, love of my life, mein Schatz: Quieres casarte conmigo?’’
She had tears running down her face before pulling you into a kiss: ,,Si mi amor, I will, i love you so much!’’
Now years later, you just transferred to Barcelona to be with your wife.
None of your teammates knew, but that would change today.
You were with the higher ups signing your contract while Alexia was just arriving at the changing room. She was wearing her wedding ring for the first time around the team.
She was putting her things down in her cubby when she heard Frido: ,,Alexia! Is that a wedding ring?’’
She took her hand in her own and inspected the ring. That’s when the rest of the team realized what was just said.
But before Alexia could say anything you walked through the door. Alexias face lit up once she saw you and she quickly made her way over to you:,,Hola mi amor.’’
She lightly pecked you on the lips.
Alexia put her arm around your waist as Aitana asked: ,,How long have you been together?’’
,,10 Years’’
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I've been thinking about woozi aftercare 😫😫 like after an intense session imagine him taking care of you and giving you so many compliments especially if you haven't seen each other in a long time (reader she/her)
ohhh i can see that! i do see him as a very shy person, the type of guy who wouldn't be able to speak his mind in the moment when it comes to love (i do think he's good at communicating love, his songs are his track record, but that he has to sit down and think them over first), but in that moment with so much going on i definitely see it🤭
warnings: not proofed, implied smut, aftercare, MDNI
Your legs are still tangled together, your heavy breaths synchronizing in a harmonious rhythm. He's still inside of you, keeping the close proximity for as long as possible, and your arms are still around his neck - softly playing with his hair. Jihoon lets out a sigh that almost sounds like a whimper as he leans his forehead against yours. The bedsheets are clinging to your sweaty limbs, but you can't bring yourself to start cleaning up.
"Thank you," he whispers before giving you a chaste kiss.
The energy changed in a matter of seconds. Animalistic grunts turned into soft panting, violent movement turned into gentle touches, and the look in his eyes turned from lust to pure love. You had missed this, you had missed him - both of these sides of him. Jihoon had been gone for months on tour, and now he's finally with you again - not just over the phone, or on a face time call, but here with you, in real life.
"Why are you thanking me?" You brush away the hair hanging in front of his face, a playful smile appearing on your lips.
"I don't know..." He huffs and hides his face in the crook of your neck, where he presses a few loving pecks. "You're so beautiful... I just can't believe that you're with me. I've missed you so much."
You wrap your arms tighter around him, the small amount of movement had both of you wincing. He got home two-to-three hours ago, you couldn't quite tell, and the two of you had been at it ever since. It was surprising to see him like this, but you shouldn't be surprised considering the amount of racy photos you had sent him for the past few months. Safe to say, you are more than sensitive right now.
"I've missed you, too," you murmur and then, almost brittle, say, "You don't have to leave soon, do you?"
Jihoon moves to look at you again, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. He reaches out to your face, brushing something off your cheek with his thumb - you don't know if there was something actually there, or if it was an excuse to caress your cheek.
"If you're thinking about that now, I didn't do a good enough job." He frowns, a soft pout forming on his lips - it's been so long since you've seen him act cute.
"I just don't want to fall asleep now if you'll be gone in the morning," you say.
"I won't be gone," he quickly replies. "I'm staying with you- I've taken a few days off."
It's almost cute how much he's trying to reassure you. His flushed face and his messy hair, combined with his wide eyes, makes you laugh - any worry about the next day disappearing completely. Jihoon quiets down and a smile settles on his lips. He presses a final kiss on your cheek before moving to get up.
"I'll clean up, okay? Wait here," he says, as if you're capable to move at all.
"Hurry back," you chirp as you pull the covers tighter around you.
In a matter of seconds, Jihoon comes back with a warm towel to help clean you up. He can't meet your eyes as he brings the towel to your thighs, so different from how he had treated you a few minutes ago. The shyness has apparently not hit him just yet, as he soon crawls back into bed and moves you to lay on his broad chest. One of his hands are on the top of your head, keeping it in the crook of his neck, while the other is on your back - drawing circles on your sensitive skin with his fingers.
"You're so good for me," he says. "I'm sorry for being away so much."
"It's fine," you answer, "as long as I get to experience you like this every time you come back."
"Noted." The chuckle he lets out almost sounds more like a scoff as it is quickly cut off by a yawn.
His fingers subconsciously drum against your back to some unknown melody. You find yourself wanting to ask what song it was - if it was something old, something new, or an old unreleased track - but Jihoon seems keen on not talking about work tonight. You can't blame him.
"I'm happy you're back," you murmur and nuzzle your face closer to him. "The bed is always cold without you."
Jihoon smells like the laundry detergent you told him you usually buy, his skin radiates the kind of warmth that seeps into your soul, and you can hear his heartbeat quicken at your words. You don't have to look at his face to know that he's turned red.
"I should get you a heating blanket," he grumbles in an attempt to hide his fluster.
"I like this more," you counter.
He removes his hand from your back to place over his eyes as a soft breath leaves his lips. You look up at him with a teasing smile and, as you expected, his ears are bright red.
"Jihoon." Your voice gets his attention and he removes his hand from his face to look at you. "I love you."
His flustered expression changes to a warm and much softer one. You shuffle around until your face is right above his, and you press a kiss on his lips. It's short, and Jihoon must think it's too short as he tries to chase your lips when you pull away.
"I love you, too." His eyes stay closed, as if he can't bring himself to look at you or as if he's still expecting you to kiss him again.
You give into him, pressing another kiss on his lips as your hands cup his face. Jihoon smiles against your lips as he gets what he wants, and takes you by surprise as he manhandles you onto your back. His eyes, although not as intense as before, has a lustful spark in them again.
"Again?" you ask incredulously.
"I have to make up for lost time," he argues and presses a kiss to your cheek.
"It's late, aren't you tired?"
"I'm never too tired for you," he murmurs before turning his attention to your body for the umpteenth time that night.
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The Exhibit
[tasm!Peter Parker x fem!Reader]
Warnings: use of pet names such as Daddy/Princess/Babygirl, BDSM in the form of dom/sub, bondage/spanking/blindfolds/nipple clamps/a bit of masochism, anal play, exhibitionism/voyeurism
WC: 8K
A/N: This was an anon request for window smut off of this prompt list but tumblr said a big no no to (what I'm assuming) was one of the gifs I used for the graphic and hid the post so I had to delete it. I'm reposting it again minus the very bad so naughty terrible gif I used. Porn bots can run free and terrorize the tags with their tits and wide open pussy on display but how dare a smut writer use a tastefully erotic, black and white, gif of a blurry couple making sweet, sweet love against a far away window. So naughty. Such a bad girl.
The elevator chimed with a pleasant musical melody as the doors slid open to their floor. There were only four rooms in this hallway. Behind each door held a luxury suit overlooking the busy streets of Florence.
Peter had gone all out for their honeymoon.
They’d spent the last week in Sardinia, making love on the beaches, drinking wine, making love on sailboats, drinking more wine, making love in their hotel room in the early morning with the windows open to enjoy the breeze…more wine…more sex…
They were struggling to keep their hands off of each other. Even now, as Peter guided her towards their room, his hand was slipped under her vibrantly red sundress and fingering the elastic waist of her cotton underwear.
They left the beaches of Sardinia to come to Florence specifically to see the art but she wondered if they would ever actually make it out of their room with the way Peter’s hands teased her. She was surprised that he wasn’t sick of her yet. Seven straight days of love making and he was still as rowdy as ever.
He let her admire the suite, watching her as he leaned against the wall, more interested in eying her legs in that dress than the luxury accommodations he had provided for them.
“Peter,” she whispered, eyes wide as she took it all in. “This is gorgeous.”
Their beachside Sardina resort had a more airy and cool feel whereas this room screamed of sophistication and class. She knew Peter had been working like crazy leading up to their wedding but she had no idea this was why.
“Like it?” He asked with an arrogant smirk toying at his lips. “A room fit for a queen.”
She dropped her bag beside the bed and kicked off her shoes, flopping backwards onto the bed to stare up at the arched ceiling with thick, exposed wooden beams. Even the ceiling was stunning.
She felt the bed sink as Peter crawled on top of her.
His white, loose button up had the first few buttons undone so his athletic chest peeked through. She loved the sight of his chest hair being exposed. He looked so relaxed, laid back, and blissful with life. Filled with wine, good food, and love. The perfect blend of medicine for him to simply shine.
He placed a soft kiss against her lips, humming appreciatively, “You look sleepy, babe. Why don’t you take a nap while I unpack our things. I’ll be quiet as a mouse.”
A nap sounded wonderful after traveling between hotels. She rolled onto her side. It was warm enough that she didn’t need to snuggle under the covers. Peter ran his hands up her bare leg and slipped under her sundress to take one last squeeze of her ass before she slept.
She awoke to light kisses tickling her stomach. Peter was laid over her legs, her dress rolled up under her breasts so he could let his lips roam over her belly.
She stretched, a sleepy smile growing on her face, as she peered down at him.
“What time is it?” She mumbled through the lingering sleep.
“Time to wake up and play,” he said. He blew a raspberry on her belly with his mouth, making her laugh. “It’s about 4 in the afternoon. You slept all morning. I missed you too much to let you keep sleeping. Wake up and play with me. I’m bored.”
He had his shirt completely unbuttoned and was stripped down to his boxers to get more comfortable while he lounged around waiting for her.
Judging by the state of his hair, he looked like he might have gotten in an hour or so of sleep, too.
“Alright, alright,” she giggled. “I’m up. Let me go freshen up and then we can go explore the city.”
Peter pulled her up to her feet and gave her a quick spank as she walked off into the bathroom. That man always needed to have a hand on her ass in some way.
By the time she came back out, she was surprised to see that he had yet to get dressed and had actually lost an item of clothing.
His shirt was now thrown onto the bed, cast aside without a care.
“Underwear is a bold choice to go walking around Italy in but I admire your confidence,” she said with a teasing smile.
Peter didn’t smile back. He had a look in eyes. A look that she knew very well.
It wasn’t the “making love” look.
It wasn’t the “quickie” look.
It was dark, ravenous, and screaming of dominance.
He had yet to give her that look on their honeymoon. So far, he'd been more playful and loving. This evening, he had other plans.
They were not leaving this hotel room any time soon.
A shiver of excitement shook off whatever sleep might have still been clinging to her mind.
She blinked and he was pouncing on top of her.
Her back hit the wall but his hand slipped protectively behind her head before it slammed, instead, falling into the cushion of his palm.
Her breath exhaled from her lips at the force but, before she could catch it, he was attacking her lips with hungry, demanding kisses. His tongue pushed possessively into her mouth at the same time he slid a hand over her breast to fondle her over her dress.
Taking what was his.
“‘Can’t stand the sight of you in this dress.”
He moaned into her open mouth.
“Makes me want to rip it straight off your body.”
He grabbed at her breasts, aggressive and horny, rutting his hips against her.
“Do you know how hard it was not to fuck you while you slept?”
Her hair was being violently pulled, head crashing against the wall, her mouth falling open into a cry.
“Laying there, all innocent, legs spread open and begging for me to touch them.”
He clawed down her bare legs. Nails dragged against her skin. Feeling like she was getting attacked by a raging bear with the force of power behind each of his movements.
“Teasing me even in your sleep. A foxy, little minx, aren’t you?”
She shuddered, lowering her voice to a whisper, ready to play along, “I picked this dress just for you. I knew what it would do to you.”
He grabbed her wrists, slamming them above her head against the wall, and holding them in place. He let out a groan, grinding his stiff cock into her thigh.
“Daddy knew his babygirl was a little tease.”
A trickle of wetness soaked into her panties at the use of her favorite pet name for himself.
What had started out as a joke early in their relationship, quickly became a genuine kink to turn them on.
With that name on his lips, she could guess what kind of torture was held in store for her. It was going to be a dizzying whirlwind of fast, hard pleasure.
Peter’s voice lowered to a near growl.
“Pretty, little thing like you shouldn’t be traipsing around in a dress like that. You don’t know who might snatch you up.”
With both her wrists bound tightly in his one hand, he lifted her off the ground, dragging her up the wall, blatantly showing off his inhuman strength so she knew exactly what he could do to her if he wanted.
To him, she weighed nothing. This was a man who had stopped moving trucks with his bare hands and thrown cars around like a kid with a ball.
He let go and she dropped the few inches back to her feet with a surprised yelp.
“You’re lucky you have me to protect you. Daddy won’t let anything bad happen to his little princess, will he?”
She was shoved straight back against the wall, getting off on the feeling of being handled so roughly.
He nipped at her ear lobe, sucking it into mouth the sounds of her tumbling whimpers.
“Do you like to show off when you wear dresses like this? Do you like having men look at you? Do you like that they imaging fucking you when you walk by?”
“I only want you to fuck me. Only you,” she whined, trying to free her hands from the hold he had on her.
“Of course I’m the only who will ever fuck you, princess.”
He tugged her hand back down to flash her newly placed wedding ring in front of her face.
“That right there means that my cock is the only one that will ever split you open again. But that doesn’t mean others can’t look. People have eyes. They can see what I’ve got hanging off my arm.”
He brushed her hair away from her neck so he could lean down to graze his lips along her pulse points, murmuring against her heated skin as he continued to taunt her with his words.
“How do you expect anyone to keep their thoughts pure when you’re walking around in this?” He pulled at the bottom of her sundress. “You’re putting on a show for them, babygirl.”
“I didn’t mean to,” she cried. “It's hot out! I wanted to stay cool.”
Strong arms twisted her around so she was facing the wall, cheek shoved against the rough wallpaper. The force knocked the air from her lungs.
He bent both her arms behind her back and a strong, sticky substance shot out to bind them in place. She knew the feel of those webs well and a smile danced on her lips.
She loved being bound.
The pressure of being restrained was like a tiny slice of heaven.
“Daddy doesn’t like it when you show off, princess.”
He flipped up the back of her dress to palm at her rounded cheek, giving it a harsh slap to the sounds of her delicious yelp.
“Do you look at other men, too, when they’re looking at you? Do you imagine yourself with them?”
She gasped in horror at the thought, “Of course not! I would never!”
No other man could ever compare to her husband. Not even in the game they were playing. There was always only Peter.
He hummed like he disapproved of her answer, “Well…just to be certain...I think we need to make sure you can’t let those eyes wander.”
Something smooth slipped over her eyes, leaving her in the darkness, while he tied the blindfold tightly behind her head.
Leather.
She smelled leather.
She couldn’t remember them ever owning a leather blindfold before. It must have been something Peter picked up when they arrived here but she couldn’t recall a time when he left her sight.
She liked how heavy it felt against her eyelids. There was no way she could peek through this one.
“There,” he whispered. “Perfect. Blind to my advances. Lost in the dark. Never knowing when or where I will touch.”
He gripped her hips and spun her back around to face him.
A wave of dizziness over took her and she swayed on unsteady, bare feet.
“Careful, babe,” he whispered with a tenderness to his voice, breaking his haughty charade, and reaching out a hand to steady her. “I got you.”
Peter teased a finger under her chin, leaning down, to kiss her again. Soft and gentle, filled with the love and joy only a newly married man on his honeymoon could give.
A coil of tension spread throughout her stomach as she melted into him.
Her mouth opened to willingly accept his tongue past her worshiped lips to kiss him with all the passion she could muster with her hands bound behind her.
Peter’s own hands couldn’t stay still for long before they began to wander.
He squeezed her breasts through her dress, molding them to his palm, and rutting his hips into her.
She moaned, long and drawn out, leaning her head back against the wall so he could attach his lips to her neck. He sucked on her pulse points like a vampire draining blood and she wished he had fangs so she could feel the sting of pain as he sank into her flesh.
And then he was gone.
She stumbled forward, nearly losing her footing without him to push against.
Her head whipped around in the dark to try and find him through sound.
It was useless.
He was as silent as a spider.
“Look at the sight of you,” he chuckled, his voice dark and deep, dripping with desire. From the sound of his voice, he was across the room near the window.
“You have no idea what you look like right now, do you? Don’t fret, I’ll describe it for you.
He was moving. Pacing back and forth down the length of the room against the far wall.
“The strap of your dress is halfway down your arm. The nipple of your left tit keeps poking over the fabric, desperate to be sucked upon. Your hair is already a damn mess and I’ve barely touched it. Your mouth keeps parting like it’s just waiting for a cock to fill it up. A horny little thing, aren’t you?”
“Mmm,” she moaned, only getting more turned by his descriptions. “Peter. Come back. Touch me.”
“That’s not my name, princess,” he shot back.
His voice sounded different now, like he was up on the ceiling.
“Daddy,” she begged, craning her blind head upwards toward the sound. “Touch me, Daddy.”
He gave a quiet laugh, “Come get me then.”
He was back on the floor. In a different corner by the bed. Jumping around the room. Silent. With only his voice to guide her.
She took an unsteady step forward, blindfolded with her hands bound behind her. She didn’t know this hotel room very well. He knew that.
Which was why he kept moving. Teasing her. Making her work for his love.
She kept inching ahead, little by little.
“Tick tock, princess. Daddy doesn’t have all day.”
Behind her.
She gasped, whirling around, stumbling back the way she came only to find nothing but air.
With another step, her body bounced against the wall he had pinned her to and she staggered backwards.
She tried to spin back to the way she started but was getting all turned around.
He laughed at her pitiful efforts.
In front of her again.
Near the windows.
Or maybe the beds?
Was he at the door?
She was spinning in circles. Getting disoriented.
This wasn’t a fair game and she was getting frustrated. Her foot stomped angrily against the rug with a grumpy whine to accompany it.
“Is my poor princess getting dizzy?”
She had half the thought to plop herself onto the floor and stay there until he came to her.
But she didn’t want to lose the game.
She was too stubborn to give up.
“Watch out,” he warned. Still by the window. At least…she thought that was the direction she was facing. “If you move any more, you’ll run straight into the side of a table. Wouldn’t want my baby girl to get hurt.”
The table. She remembered where that was in the room.
He was by the windows. He was close.
Excitement tumbled around in her stomach as she tasted her nearing victory.
She shuffled to the left, feeling the table at her hip, and kept going towards the last place she heard his voice.
Blind and bound until she heard his soft breaths directly in front of her, thankful that he hadn’t moved again.
“Good girl, you made it,” he whispered. A soft kiss was placed on her lips as a prize. “As a special reward, Daddy’s going to take your dress off, okay, baby? He’ll be really gentle even though he wants to rip it to shreds.”
She felt him snake an arm around her waist to rip through the webs binding her wrists. She immediately went to reach for him but he slapped her hands away.
“Hands at your side or else I’ll spank you,” he ordered. “I’m taking my time. I’m in Florence. I’m here to admire the art. Don’t rush me.”
The zipper at her side slowly inched down until it rested at her hip.
His big, warm hands slipped under her straps, fingers scraping along her shoulder, as he pushed them down her arms. His head fell down to kiss her shoulder, dragging his lips across her heated skin.
Her breasts held the dress up but the moment he gave a light tug to the bottom, it yielded quickly and pooled around her ankles on the floor.
His shuddered breath told her that he was enjoying the view. Bare chested, nipples taut, and in nothing but her underwear and blindfold.
The underwear didn’t last long.
Peter slid them down straight after the dress until she was completely nude.
“More beautiful than The Birth of Venus. We should put you in a frame and have tourists come to gaze upon that instead. Maybe I should dangle you from the wall…all tied up with nowhere to go…I’ll start my own museum right here since you love to be such a tease. I’ll put you on display and have everyone see the kind of beauty I married.”
She was surprised to feel a wave of appreciative tears dampening her lashes. There was genuine love and admiration behind his words.
Married. They were married. Finally.
Her husband.
She loved that she got to call him that now.
Cool air breezed against her throbbing clitoris, halting the tears, to remind her how horny he had made her before she was chasing him around the room. She was too hot and eager to think about where that breeze was coming from. Drunk on her love for him. She bucked her hips to try and find some kind of friction for her to grind on.
She squeezed her thighs together, rubbing them back and forth.
“What’s the matter, baby?” Peter teased. “Need a hand?”
“Please,” she gasped.
“Hmm,” he pretended to think about it.
She wished she could see him.
She hated that he was so close but she couldn’t see exactly where.
“I don’t know. With the way you were strutting around in that dress, showing off to the boys, I don’t know if you deserve my touch. Maybe you deserve to be punished instead? What do you think?”
He didn’t wait for any answer.
Thwip!
Her left wrist was encased in a sticky, impenetrable substance and she jumped in surprise.
She was yanked forward until she felt the cool breeze against her bare chest.
The wind was softly blowing.
She could feel it rustling through her hair and dragging up the goosebumps along her flesh.
For the first time, she questioned exactly where in the room she was.
Why did it feel like outside when they were inside?
“Pete?” Her voice wavered. “What are you-”
Her arm was dragged out to her side and lifted high above her head as she gave a yelp of fright.
“Not my name, princess,” he chastised from up on the ceiling above her.
Thwip!
The same treatment was done to her right arm until she was bound, outstretched, and helpless.
Her fingers wrapped around the thick web, holding onto it for purchase, as her toes just barely scraped along the floor.
Peter chuckled to himself in amusement at her struggles, the sound coming from the ground behind her.
Always so damn silent.
“You look like a sexier version of Jesus on the crucifix. I want to drive nails through those dainty little hands of yours and listen as you cry out for mercy.”
If her eyes weren’t confined under heavy leather, she would have rolled them in response to his dirty talk.
“That sounds very appealing. Thank you,” her voice was dry and full of sarcasm, refusing to take him seriously.
Slap!
Her entire body jerked forward from the force of his blow against her ass.
Strong. Stinging.
Done with direct intention to cause pain.
Punishing her for the sarcasm.
She shrieked, mostly from the shock than the hurt, but immediately felt a trickle of wetness run down her thigh.
“Won’t you be a good girl and remind me of my favorite rule?”
His hand spread out over the stinging, hot skin of her cheek, giving her swift, hard pats to make sure the pain didn’t disappear too quickly as he spoke.
She shivered under his touch, “Don’t talk back to Daddy. Ever.”
“Good girl,” he cooed. “Next time use that pretty, little brain of yours and think before you speak.”
Her hair was tangled in his large hand as he shook her head back and forth to further his point.
“Otherwise, I’ll be forced to ball gag you.”
Fingers slipped between her thighs.
She parted her legs the best she could for him to get better access to her core.
A squelching of wet, soaked squishing sounds followed as two long fingers sunk inside of her.
A low, deep moan of approval rumbled out his throat at the sounds.
“You are absolutely drenched, my little whore. Something tells me you liked the pain. Maybe you were using that brain after all. Did you like it when Daddy spanks his naughty girl?”
Her tumbling whines followed as nimble, expert fingers stroked at her pussy, drowning out any worded response she might give.
Coaxing her to life.
Waking up all her senses.
She tried her best to hold her legs open for him despite feeling unsteady in her web binds. She wanted him to give her as much pleasure as he could and that meant letting him have easy access.
“Does my baby like the pain?” He asked again, running the hand not buried inside of her against her still stinging ass cheek. “Come on, I asked you a question, use your words, pretty girl.”
“Mmm, yes, Daddy. I like it. I like it!”
Smack!
She yelped, throwing her head back as waves of arousal washed over her. The pain from the spank mixed with the pleasure of his touch was enough for another gush of fluids to soak into his hand.
“Look at how hard your nipples have gotten,” he gave a dreamy sigh. “Oh wait, you can’t. My sweet, blind baby. All lost in the dark with nothing to look at.”
Her breathing was becoming ragged in her ears. Her body swayed against the webs.
Knowing hands wrapped around her stomach, leaving the warmth of her cunt, much to her displeasure.
They trailed upwards, through the valley of her breasts, until they gripped around her neck.
Her mouth opened in a silent gasp.
“Guess where I went today?” His voice was nothing more than a low, darkening whisper.
She couldn’t respond. His hand had tightened around her, softly squeezing, using a mere feather touch of his strength but still able to restrict her air flow.
“While my princess was napping, Daddy slipped out to buy you some presents. Found myself a little sex shop. You would have loved it,” he mused. “They had vending machines full of toys. Picked myself up a few fun gadgets to play with.”
He released his hand from around her neck, never wanting to hold her there for too long, and admired the way she gasped for breath.
Fingers tweaked at her nipples. He hadn’t been lying before, they really were rock hard. She could feel how tight they were from his rough menstruations.
She could hear him rummaging around behind her when something cold dragged across her breasts.
“Deep breath, princess.”
Following his warning, the cold, grooved metal clamped down over her left nipple.
She let out a genuine cry, her back arching from the pain.
It gripped her tighter than his teeth ever had, dragging her nipple out from her body, and squeezing down painfully hard.
The groves made it feel like little razors digging into her sensitive flesh.
Peter huffed out a laugh in a sadistic amusement at her reaction, “You know, when the woman running the store saw these come out of the vending machine, she looked over with a nod and said something like ‘molto doloroso’. Now, I don’t speak much Italian but I’m going to assume it translates to ‘Those hurt like a bitch and your pain whore of a wife will love them.’ Am I right?”
She choked out a sob, squirming uncomfortably against the webs, “Ow. It hurts…too much…hate ‘em.”
“Oh, don’t worry, there’s another one right here! It’ll help balance out the pain so both those beautiful tits get a turn.”
Another agonizing clamp bit down against her other nipple. The sharp, grooved metal felt like it might rip her nipple straight off her breast.
The nipple clamps they had at home were capped with a smooth rubber. These were bare and ready to grip on to her tender skin with the strength of a fucking bear trap.
She let out a full scream the moment it bit down, thrashing her body in an attempt to get away from the clamps. Crocodile tears rolled down her cheek from under the blindfold.
“Shh, shh, shh!”
A heavy hand cut off her cries by wrapping around her mouth. His breath was against her ear, hushing her, soothing her, running his lips over her forehead with quick kisses.
“Not so loud, baby,” he whispered. “You’ll draw a crowd with those cries.”
“What?” She gasped through heavy, pained breaths. “Crowds?”
Peter’s hands reached up to slide the blindfold up off her eyes and tossed it onto the floor.
He took a step to the side, watching her blink in confusion, as her tear blurred sight came back into focus.
She had forgotten about the breeze.
He had distracted her.
Kept her mind occupied so she wouldn’t ask questions.
She was tied up, stark naked, and splayed out directly in front of the arched floor to ceiling window overlooking the streets of Florence.
The top half of the glass was pushed open, letting in the cool evening summer breeze, and making sure nothing muffled the sounds of her screams.
And she had been screaming.
“Peter!” She cried in horror, paranoid that anyone could look up and see her. They weren’t that high up in the hotel. Any curious person who decided to glance upwards would certainly catch her out in all her glory.
Wack!
The sound of her sore ass being slapped filled her ears.
Nothing could hurt more than her breasts at the moment and she welcomed the familiar pain his hands brought.
She also couldn’t deny that growing, aching pressure happening between her legs. Her masochistic tendencies had yet to fail her.
“Not my name,” he scolded.
She whined, bouncing her leg against the floor in protest, and trying to tug at her bindings.
“Let me down!”
She knew full well that those webs would never give but it didn’t stop her from giving it a shot.
He leaned against the wall beside the open window, arms crossed, a prideful smirk sitting on his smug face, watching her struggle.
“I told you I was going to put you on display.”
She never thought he meant it literally.
Tears burned in her eyes at the wave of shame at being so exposed.
At least the shock helped to dull the pain in her breasts.
She scanned the tight streets below and was thankful to see that no one was stopped and staring.
Yet.
Her watchful eyes followed Peter as he pushed off from the wall and moved behind her.
Breath caught in her throat as his fingers found a home back inside of her drenched pussy.
“Still as wet as ever, I see,” he noted. “You can cry and beg and plead all you want but Daddy knows the truth. He sees behind your tears.”
Slick fingers circled around her aching clit.
Toying with it.
Teasing her.
“You like being held up on a pedestal.”
A long, skinny middle finger sunk inside of her.
Her head rolled back. Eyes closed.
“You like people hearing you cum.”
His thumb on her clit.
Brushing. Stroking.
Building her pleasure.
“You like having others watch as your Daddy pleasures his princess.”
In and out.
Slowly penetrating her with his finger.
Tending dutifully to that tiny bundle of nerves.
“You like the pain.”
He flicked at her nipple clamps.
Sending shots of pain throughout her breasts.
Electrifying her.
Soothing it over with those wonderful ministrations at her pussy.
“You love me and you’ll let me do anything I want to your gorgeous body…isn’t that right?”
She whimpered.
Eyes closed tight.
Feeling that build of orgasmic pleasure rising.
“I love you,” she breathed back, tears in her eyes. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
He practically purred in her ear.
Or maybe it was a growl.
Whatever it was, the noise caused her cunt to gush in reply.
He chucked, “That’s it baby, you’re so close. I can feel you tightening around my fingers. What do you say we give the people a show?”
He was gone.
Leaving her empty.
Dripping.
Pathetically whining and begging for a finish.
“Don’t worry, princess,” he called from the other end of the room. “Daddy bought some more toys. He’s going to treat his baby tonight.”
She listened to the zipping of a bag as he rustled through to find what he was looking for.
Her chest rose and fell in anticipation. Each breath brought back the dulling sting from her nipples. She tried to keep still, terrified more movement would draw attention upwards toward the window.
She gave a quiet shudder at the thought and tried to imagine what she would look like from down below.
The image brought a glint of a wicked smile to her lips.
Something small and chilly brushed against her back door and she yelped in surprise.
Slap!
“Hold still!” He scolded.
The sound of a bottle squirting caused her to try to careen her head around to see what he was doing behind her.
She managed to catch a glimpse of the butt plug he held in his hand.
It looked a bit bigger than the small one they used at home but had the same metal teardrop shape. A red jewel flattened out the end.
“Figured this was the next size up from your old friend. You leveled up from girlfriend to wife. Time to level up in other areas, too.”
Lube smeared over her tight hole as the cold, rounded point pushed against it.
Not even a warm up with his fingers first.
Peter really was in a dominant, pent up mood.
Her eyes slipped closed and her head fell back against her arched spine. She let out a deep breath, relaxing her body as much as she could, so it could slide in easier.
“Ah, ow,” she gasped, hissing in pain. “Oh, fuck.”
Slow and steady he sunk it into her.
He held it there, stopped in place, over the thickest part of the teardrop. Forcing her body to stretch to the foreign object.
She tried to control her whines from being too loud. Her thighs trembled under her. Her face contorted into pain and her jaw clenched.
More lube trickled down between her crack to help the little device along as Peter took note of her tensing body.
“There you go, baby,” he encouraged. “Nice and easy. Breathe through it.”
He teased it through her ass, pushing it in a little ways and pulling it back out, making her continue to take on the thickest part of the plug just to keep up to torture a bit longer.
“Please, Daddy,” she whimpered. “Just put it in. Please.”
“Aww, does my sweet baby need her ass filled? You’re Daddy’s little fuck toy. Daddy’s going to have any hole he wants. You have no say in where he ends up.”
He refused to move it past the diameter, holding it steady.
“Did you happen to catch the color of that tacky, little jewel they stuck on the end?”
He pulled it back out.
Teasing just the tip.
Exciting the bundle of sensory nerves around her anus and making her wriggle around.
“Spider-Man red. Just for you.”
Finally, he eased the entire thing inside of her.
“Ahhh!” She wailed. “Fuck!”
Filling her up.
Swallowing the plug.
Feeling it heavy inside of her.
“So you’ll always remember who owns this ass.”
Smack!
His hand came down hard against her bruising cheek.
Ecstasy coursed through her veins at the sting.
She was so full. Stretched and heavy. Uncomfortably aroused.
An arm snaked up her own outstretched one to brush his fingers over her wedding ring, lacing his fingers with hers.
His bare chest pressed against her back, grinding his hips over her ass.
His face fell against her neck, inhaling her scent, nuzzling his nose against her.
“My beautiful wife,” he breathed. “All tied up. Horny for her husband. Put out on display for all of Florence to see.”
Fingers wrapped around her waist to dip through her pubic hair, finding her heated crevice, needy for his touch.
Palming. Flicking. Penetrating.
“Nipples clamped. Ass filled. My name, cursed forever on your lips. All you need now is a cock to fill that empty cunt.”
He fished it from the confines of his boxers.
Dragging it along her soaked valley.
Feeling it pulsate against her waiting lips.
“No!” She gasped, staring down at the people below.
She knew once he started to fuck her she couldn’t keep quiet. Her voice would soar out the open window and onto the people below.
They would look.
They would see her.
“What if-” Her breath quickened. “What if someone looks up? They’ll hear me. They’ll look. I know they will.”
She didn’t need to see his face to know Peter had a cheshire cat grin growing. The sound of his voice was enough to hear his rising libido.
“Then they’ll see a little princess fucking herself on her Daddy’s cock.”
The bulbous head of his thick rod pressed between her folds.
Sinking in.
Stretching her out.
He hesitated there. Stilling behind her.
“Go on, baby. Fuck yourself. Let everyone see what a whore you can be.”
She almost didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to give in. She could play games, too.
Her breath held in her lungs. Closing her eyes. Biting down on her bottom lip.
Peter waited.
The crown of his manhood nestled patiently in her pussy, being squeezed by her heated walls, kissed by her slick.
Letting her throw her silent tantrum.
She hung there, counting the seconds, fighting the urge to move, trying to breathe through her body’s desires.
Her legs were trembling. Her toes ached from holding her weight.
It would be so easy to just…ease back…impale herself on his sword…give up.
She could hear his labored breaths behind her. Smelled his cologne. Felt him twitching inside of her.
“Close the windows,” she struggled to whimper out through her held breaths. “Let’s go to the bed. Take me there. Fuck me there. I’ll let you do anything you want. Just…not…not in front of the window.”
Peter tutted his tongue, “Since when has Daddy ever let you make the demands, hmm?”
He reached his hands up to her shoulders and gave a gentle push, getting tired of her defiance, “When I tell you to fuck yourself, you fuck yourself. I’m not going to do it for you.”
Even the smallest of shoves from her shoulders was enough for her tiptoed feet to give out. She stumbled back, feeling his cock sink deeper.
She let out a strangled cry.
“No! On the bed. Bring to me to the bed!”
Her eyes were squeezed shut, refusing to see the window in front of them, torn between finding it extremely arousing and positively mortifying.
“I’m sorry, princess. The bed is for good girls. The bed is for well behaved women who don’t wear little dresses and shake their ass as they walk for all the men to stare at. The bed is for lovers.” His hand gripped around her hair and shoved her face towards the window. “The window is for whores who get off on pain and love the attention their Daddy gives them.”
His voice lowered into a commanding, deep tone, “Open your fucking eyes and look at your audience.”
She blinked through the flow of overly emotional tears clinging to her lashes and forced her eyes open.
People lined the tight, winding streets, walking lazily to their destination. Not one glanced up at them. Not one seemed to notice her out on display, front and center, above their heads. Peter was protected behind her body. She would be the one they see.
Framed by the window.
Art.
That’s what he called her earlier.
She was art and Peter, the artist.
Helpless to whatever ways he wanted to exhibit her
Little by little she sunk back onto his cock. Taking him into her. Eyes rolling back. Submitting to his demands until he bottomed out.
His chorus of pleased moans let her know he had won.
She let her body get used to him inside of her. Her pussy knew his cock well by now but she liked to reacquaint them carefully every time they would meet.
Peter was always a bit of a stretch.
With the girthier plug shoved in her ass, her arms bound and outstretched, and her nipples screaming in pain, she felt the need to move a little slower with her pussy today.
Gradual, small movements, easing herself up off his cock and then impaling herself back down.
Slow and steady.
She shifted on her toes, rocking her hips back and forth, taking him with longer and longer strides as her shameful whimpers grew into desperate cries.
“There you go,” he murmured, brushing her hair back off her shoulder to nip at her skin with his teeth. “Ride Daddy’s cock, babygirl. Show everyone how good you can take it.”
Her own slick coated his shaft, making it slip through her without resistance.
He stayed fairly still behind her apart from making sure his hips were pressed forward enough for her to have easy access to his body.
She was getting into a rhythm. Starting to get lost in the feelings.
But, the harder she fucked herself, the more her breasts would sway.
The more they moved, the more pain the clamps created as they bit down like they might cut clean through her flesh.
It was getting to the point where it might be too much pain for her to enjoy and ruining her momentum on his cock.
She hissed, biting down on her lip, trying to endure it the best she could manage.
Peter shifted behind her, bringing his lips to her ear, and whispering for reassurance, “Color?”
She swallowed, trying to decide exactly what she was feeling, “G-green?”
He stilled her by gripping onto her hips, keeping himself buried inside her warmth, but moving his head around in an attempt to better see her face.
“You sure? You don’t sound sure.”
She nodded, breathing heavily, “Almost yellow. Not quite though. But almost.”
“Which part?” He trailed loving kisses of safety along her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist to hug her sweetly from behind.
“The clamps.” When she saw his hands immediately move to take them off her, she hurried to add. “Not yet! I…still like them…but soon, okay?”
“Soon,” he agreed, giving her one more adoration infused kiss to her cheek, before slipping back into character. “Daddy never told his little princess to stop, did he?”
To shove her back into the role, he slapped her ass with three hard, lashing blows of his open palm.
Each slap caused her breasts to bounce, sending shooting shocks of pure, agonizing pain through her body and a rush of warmth to her cunt.
Pain and pleasure. Her favorite combination.
“Looks like the sweet little angel is getting quite the bruise back here. If you keep misbehaving, you won’t be able to sit down for our breakfast tomorrow. Then everyone will know what a bad, little whore you’ve been.”
She whined in response, bucking her hips backwards to find his cock again, needing more pleasure to balance out the scales.
“Eager little thing, aren’t you?”
He soothed his hands over her shoulders, pushing her down, sinking her onto his length.
“My pain hungry baby.”
It wasn’t difficult to fall back into her previous rhythm. Her cunt was soaked and starving for its lover to come back home.
“Fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock. Let those people down there know how much you love me. Be louder, princess. I want them to hear.”
She whimpered out a tiny cry.
Her motions grew frantic the more he continued to talk dirty in her ear.
That tiny cry grew into loud, unadulterated, guttural moans.
The sounds of a whore taking her favorite cock.
She struggled against the webs binding her. Her shoulders were starting to ache. Her arms were losing feeling.
Her body was stretched tight. Nipples crying. Ass sore. The weight of the plug was even more noticeable with his cock pushing in and out of her.
It felt like it was bouncing inside of her each time he pushed under it.
Her toes hurt from being hung up on such an unsteady height.
“Peter- Daddy,” she gasped. “Daddy, please…”
She didn’t know what she was asking for.
Some kind of relief.
Something steadier. Something more concrete.
“Shh, baby, it’s okay, Daddy’s got you.”
He reached around to her chest with both hands, simultaneously unclamping her nipples from their prison.
Fire erupted in its place as the blood rushed back.
A new kind of pain bloomed.
Searing and hot.
Her breasts were in flames.
She cried out. Loud and sharp.
At the same moment, Peter ripped her down from the webs, still embedded on his cock as he wrapped her up in tight arms and pushed her flat against the window.
Her hips pressed against the cool glass but her torso nearly bent out the opening.
Her anguished nipples happily sought out the cool breeze. Soothing over the sting. Settling her inflamed body. Not caring who looked up.
Peter gripped onto her hips so he could better ram into her. Her job was over. She had done what he wanted.
Now it was his turn to take over.
Her body surrendered to him.
“Ugnnn,” she whined. “Fuck!!”
Her hands clenched into fists against the glass. Her back arched.
Eyes wide.
Taking his thrusts with near drooling moans.
His rigid shaft drove into her, surging deep up inside, stretching her walls and drawing out the most luscious rumbles of pleasure.
His balls slapped up against her. The sound echoing around their vaulted ceiling.
Filling her. Stuffing her full.
Both holes used and defiled.
She couldn’t stop the noises she was making. Throaty moans, shrieking cries, babbling coos.
He was getting it all out of her.
Someone was watching. Looking at them. Spying them from down below.
A young couple.
“Daddy!” She sobbed. “They’re-”
“Shh,” he hushed her. “I know, baby. I see ‘em, too. They like what they see. They’re talkin’ about us. Enjoyin’ it.”
A broken cry fell from her lips and she stared down through her tears at the couple.
Her eye sight wasn’t the greatest. She couldn’t make out their faces very clearly but neither of them looked horrified.
They looked…giggly…
The woman was running her hand along her partner's arm. His hand disappeared behind her back and traveled down to her ass.
Harder and harder Peter slammed.
She was being ravaged by his strength. Losing the ability to make any noise.
Nothing but silent, open mouthed gasps and a raining of tears were all that came out.
“Too-” He grunted, crashing into her again. “Hard?”
Through a shuddering, gasping breath, she managed to choke out, “Don’t you fucking stop.”
As long as Peter was fucking her like this, he could do it any way he wanted. He could drag her out onto the streets and fuck her at that nosy couples feet if he pleased.
It was his art show. He held the control.
He didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. Didn’t pause.
His finger marks would be bruised into the soft flesh of her hips for the upcoming days with how tightly he gripped them.
She held eye contact with the watching woman down below. Stared straight at her. Sizing her up, silently challenging her to get as good a fuck from her partner as she was from Peter.
She wanted to make her jealous. Or horny.
Either was fine as long as the woman was thinking of her.
“Yes, Daddy!” She cried, loud enough for her voice to carry down below. “Feels so good! Making your little girl feel so good!”
She knew damn well Peter’s face was cast in the shadows behind her. The idea of this couple truely thinking she was being fucked by her own father made her laugh under her breath.
“Somethin’ funny, princess?” His voice was getting strained and she knew that meant he was getting closer to his release.
“Just enjoying my fans,” she gasped back. “They love what you’re doing.”
Her eyes were wild as she breathed in the fresh air.
She felt free.
She was married and in love. They were on their honeymoon in Italy.
She was getting absolutely pounded by her husband in full view of a watching, interested couple.
She should be embarrassed, ashamed.
But all she felt was bliss.
That plunging, relentless cock, massaging her channel, thick veins grazing over that tender g-spot whenever she angled her body correctly, the weight of the plug in her ass, her aching nipples…
Everything was pushing her straight towards her final hurdle.
Without much warning, it suddenly became all too much. No build up.
Just explosions.
A wave of ferocious, intense pleasure roared over her, sweeping her up, taking her by surprise.
She came hard and fast.
Sheiking. Crying out.
Thrashing against the window, leaning half way out of it, trying to gasp for air.
Peter grabbed at her hair to yank her back inside like he was terrified of losing her over the edge.
“Fuck, princess,” he grunted. “Where ya goin’?”
Her ears defended under the rush of blood swelling to her head but she was certain she was screaming in ecstasy from the way Peter’s hand clamped over her mouth to muffle her sounds.
She contracted tightly around his cock, squeezing him, using him to further her explosion of pleasure, still feeling the stinging pain of her breasts to only shove her deeper into subspace.
On and on her orgasm went. Unstoppable. As Peter kept driving into her and furiously rubbing his fingers over her clit.
He kept her heightened. Overloaded. Knowing that it would destroy her.
She had the brief sensation of feeling him cumming inside of her. Feeling the spurt of warmth. Feeling full.
But her agonizing long orgasm only served to weaken her rational thinking. She no longer existed. She was no longer on solid ground.
Floating. Drifting through space.
Lost amongst the stars.
Finally, her body gave up.
Finally, the orgasm came to a simmering hault.
She was done.
She hung limply against the window pane. Eyes rolling in her head. Twitching and whimpering.
Peter scooped her into his protective arms, cradling her against his chest, peering his face to see their onlookers.
“Shows over!” He called down to them. “Fuck off!”
Without his raging, pent up, sexual energy to seize control of his brain, he no longer liked the idea of anyone getting to view his naked wife besides him. His protective nature spiked to replace his dwindling arousal and he turned his back to the window to shield her with his body.
He carried her away from their stares back into the safety of privacy where she belonged.
She made no protests or struggles as their game finished. Her head hung limp against his shoulder.
“My sweet girl,” he murmured in her ear. She was being placed on their bed. “Daddy’s going to clean you up. Wait here.”
Time wasn’t real.
She blinked and he reappeared holding a warm, wet cloth to her legs.
Over her thighs.
Spreading her open.
Cupping it against her used and battered sex.
Gently cleaning away their mess.
“There,” he whispered. “All better.”
Peter crawled into bed in front of her, wrapping an arm over her waist and kissing at the tip of her nose.
Gradually, she returned to her body, her mind drifting slowly back into her skull.
“Mmmm,” she groaned. “Everything hurts. Think you broke me.”
He chuckled to himself, soothing a hand over an abused nipple, “Sweet girl. I’ll try to find you some ice in a minute. But, right now, I’m not leaving your side until you fully wake up. Rest, baby. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”
When she adjusted herself on the bed, sliding a leg through his, she took note of the fact that the plug was still snuggly lodged inside of her.
Their night was only just beginning.
He had left it there on purpose.
She kind of liked it.
Maybe she would wear it out to dinner…
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Rude boy — part.3
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When did you even get home last night?, you thought, sitting up as you looked down at your badly wrinkled satin dress that you wore the other night, the very same dress that his gentle fingers ran through. Memories flooded your mind before you got up, you realised you were still wearing one of your heels, as you undid that heel, you bend yourself to look under the bed, if that missing heel is there. Knowing yourself, you were right. Always under the bed. You reached your hand to grab it, when suddenly your phone rang. Making you flinch under the bed, you hit your head when you finally retrieved that fricking heel.
You sat down on the bed and reached for your phone, you realised it was an unknown number.
The message said,
You wondered for a second who this was, it didn't take that much time to put two and two together.
“Same bar, at 9:15”
“Is this the rude guy who paid me to pretend to be his fake gf?” —
— “Bingo”
Of course you were too tired from all that drinking and ‘action’ from last night, you had to refuse at least for today.
“Too busy this morning, can we do this later?”—
— “Change of plans“
The reply was quick like he was expecting this from you.
— “Get ready“
— “Right now”
Like hell you will, he cannot just do that, do all that decisions like he wants,
— “stop jk, i just woke up”
Your heart skipped a beat when you saw an incoming call from him. Taking a moment for yourself to mentally prepare yourself. You clicked the green button.
“Be nice and attractive, she is here. I need you right now.” — and that was it, he hung up.
What are you even doing right now? You can't believe yourself getting all cheered up on his words as you obeyed his words getting all barbied up just to make his girl jealous. But you didn't know why, why, just why. You have enough money to live your own pretty life. You don't need his money? Why are you even doing this anyway? Your mind raced with questions and random scolding for yourself when you suddenly spotted him, leaning on a pole with one his hands inside the pockets of his cargo. Looking rather bored as he scrolled something on his phone. You had a firm grip on the handi bag you were carrying as you walked towards him.
He spotted you randomly when he looked up from his phone. He realised that you were kinda struggling to cross that road. But you didn't realise that he noticed. You only came to understand that he actually crossed the road to help you get to the other side. When his hand clasped with yours, you felt the same heat and burning from last night, maybe it was the pride of yours that got hurt slightly.
When the both of you were on the opposite side of the road, he didn't seem to say anything to you, “where is she?” You asked genuinely,
It took him a few moments to finally talk.
“Didn't expect you to actually come this early” he said avoiding eye contact as he looked over to the other side of the road.
“What do you mean ‘early’?” You were confused as you kinda looked around if you could catch a glimpse of that blond.
“she will be here, any minute now” he finally looked at you as he said, even though he completely ignored your questions. You were waiting for him to look at you but the moment his gaze fell on you, you cant help but look away.
You both stood side by side in total awkwardness for some good 10 minutes, you guessed.
“if she isn't coming, I am still getting paid tho '' you randomly said out of nowhere. You didn't look at him when you said, his head shot at you. “Did i hear something?” He mumbled.
“You heard me” you said before he could. “Loud and clear~” he said as he scratched the back of his head. The two of you have been waiting for almost 1 hour now. Your feet were starting to hurt, “is your pretty gf gonna show up or what?” You basically moaned from impatience and the growing pain climbing up your body. “Maybe you don't know her that well” you didn't know why you let that slip from your mouth. He was fidgeting his finger behind his back as he kept looking around, but with your statement, he was completely shut down. After a while he spoke again. “This is her favourite place, I'm sure she will…” he didn't bother completing whatever he was about to say, but you understood. “I'm sure she will come” and you completed it for him.
“my feet ‘s really starting to hurt, you know?” you protested giving in to the pain. You knew he was about to say something about your comment but suddenly his body shifted and he picked you up easily, his hands enveloping around your thighs. The short skirt that you found in your closet was certainly a wrong move for today. “What are you—” your words cut off as you realised when you looked far from his shoulder, in a very slim black dress that hugged onto her body until it covered down her knees, cute white puff sleeves. His blond hair tied to a slick bun. A new stranger was accompanying her, she was clinging onto his shoulder, laughing suddenly when he said something.
You guessed that he picked you up because his ex-lover suddenly showed up and with a man, that must be it. He had a strong grip as he carried you inside the bar, gently putting you down on the sofa as his face looked rather bored. “Such a romantic” you teased. “Shut up” there came back the reply, he sat down beside you, “how do you feel?” He asked, “much better”
You thought he would be kind of shocked to see that blondie with another man but maybe he already saw them together before, you put it aside for awhile, but when she walked inside the bar, all of the attention was on her. You felt him stiffening beside you, turning your face to meet his face. You saw his eyes darken, the vein on his jaw pop, he suddenly looked away and towards your gaze. And you knew, you knew that it was the first time he came to know all of this too, just like you. The last hope that was obvious on his face extinguished when you didn't take your eyes away, not this time. And that was the only thing that made you two different during this moment.
#satoru gojo#jjk x reader#jjk#gojou satoru x reader#gojo satoru#gojo x reader#jjk gojo#jujutsu gojo#jujutsu satoru#satorugojo#jjk satoru#jjk fanfic
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Okay…I gotta talk about these last two episodes of RWBY Beyond…
As much as I liked the “Boba” episode; I mean it was very sweet for the series to finally address one of the remnant elephants in the room which was Yang and Ruby briefly discussing what happened to her in the Ever After.
I liked that Yang finally no longer needed to front the burden of leadership by herself like how it was in the past.
I like that the show finally had that point brought up because it’s been a key observation of Ruby’s role in the group for a really long time. So I’m happy we finally got this development along with other drops of info---like Tai Yang missing in action in Vacuo.
That’s interesting. What could Tai be doing if he’s not in Vacuo with everyone else? My best bet is that Tai is probably teamed up with Glynda Goodwitch since she’s also MIA and the “assignment” at hand must have something to do with the true whereabouts of the Chamber of Choice. At this point, it has to be that.
Overall, “Boba” was a sweet episode and I’m looking forward to seeing how this new detail will be used in the future. The episode left off with Ruby and Yang agreeing on using the word “boba” to signal to one another when they will need emotional support from each other moving forward and I’m looking forward to see how that will come into play down the line.
That being said, while the last episode was nice, it’s not the one that I got my attention. It’s actually the previous episode. The one with the Adventures of Somewhat. Particularly how that one ended.
That ending got me hyped.
One thing that I’ve been itching for was to have RWBY return to the Ever After. And the main reason I wanted for this return is because of Oscar.
As ya’ll know, Oscar is going through the Merge with Ozpin which he is also trying his best to fight off.
So one headcanon that I’ve been playing with is something tragic happening to Oscar to force RWBY and co to return to the Ever After in order to help him.
So my headcanon was that while in Remnant, Oscar gets poisoned by Tyrian and falls into a comatose state, twerking the lines of life of death.
In order to save Oscar, Ruby and the others figure out the only way to help him lies in the Tree of the Ever After.
So they have to figure out a way to get to the Ever After.
Unfortunately, the only way for them to get back to the Ever After is through how they got there in the first place: through the powers of the Relic of Creation which is sadly in the possessions of Salem.
Therefore, our heroes must figure out a way to regain the Staff in order to get back to the Ever After in time to help Oscar go to the Tree so he can be saved through his own form of ascension.
The portal that opened was one of the portals created through the power of the Relic of Creation. And given Somewhat’s reaction, it has to be someone that they recognize which means that whoever it is before them has either got to be Ruby or all of Team RWBY (plus Jaune).
My money is that it’s probably Ruby since Ruby was the closest to the Somewhat back when they were still Little.
Either way, this has me excited! I mean, yeah sure, I could completely be heavily mistaken about this return to the Ever After being connected to needing to save Oscar at all.
But regardless, it does at least confirm that there will be a return to the Ever After to come for V10.
Personally, as a Pinehead, I want this return to be related to helping Oscar with the Merge so badly because I can’t think of it being related to anything else but that. Unless it has to do with finding a way to stop Salem in the Ever After.
I mean, it was highlighted back in V9 that the Brother Gods were the “children” of the Tree of the Ever After. And given that Salem is a by product of the Brother Gods’ meddling, finding a solution to undoing Salem’s immortality in the very birthplace of the very Gods who made her what she is isn’t too far of a stretch. I mean it makes sense from a narrative standpoint.
But regardless of that, I’m sticking with my first hunch. I really, really want the Return to the Ever After to have to do with Oscar’s Merge and potential Ascension.
I just want it to be about taking Oscar to the Tree.
I need it to be about that because…it makes sense. Ever since ascension and the Tree were brought into RWBY’s lore, I’ve been wanting Oscar to go to the Tree since I really think it could be the key to helping with the Merge.
Either to stop it as a whole or…have Oscar go through his own form of reform and become the person he needs to become.
Of all the characters who I wanted to meet the Blacksmith, Oscar is one of them. Like he’s the perfect candidate for this kind of development.
But I dunno. These are just my wild thoughts on this subject after watching the final two episode of RWBY Beyond.
Speaking of which, that's it. That's all the episodes of RB officially out which means, as of now, that's it for RWBY until they announce something about V10.
In the mean time, these are my jumbled thoughts on the last two episodes.
~LMS (2024)
#squiggles talks: rwby#rwby#oscar pine#rwby theories#rwby spoilers#rwby beyond#rwby somewhat#ruby rose#yang xiao long
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1. What would each RO’s dream wedding be like? (Who would be there, what would the theme be, how would they react to seeing MC walking down the aisle/standing at the alter, etc)
2. How would each RO react to waking up after dreaming about the wedding? (Crush stage)
Oh man lol
Rook:
He'd like something small, in a venue a bit away from a town/city. The details he'd probably leave to you, but despite his social butterfly tendencies, I think he'd only want his closest friends there, and his dad, plus whoever you want to invite. Just really simply and quaint. My man would be in absolute shambles the minute he sees you, there's an ethereal light glow about you to him, and he's /this/ close to a total emotional breakdown from joy
Him finally having a happy dream about MC??? He'd be so flustered and embarrassed. Thank god he's a master at masking his feelings because he's going to be thinking about it all day, especially when he sees you.
Beck:
The true dream is back home at Puerto Rico with all his family present with their usual mayhem and all the food he misses eating lmaO The more realistic dream would be beach themed, probably not on the beach because Sand but in a venue by the beach side. Regardless of version Vivir mi Vida by Marc Anthony somehow plays because it's at every Latino party ever. He has the biggest smile when he sees you, eyes gleaming. He can't look away from you for the whole night.
It makes him so soft. He wakes up curled in bed, a small, sleepy smile to himself. He's never really thought of marriage with anyone before, but it feels right that it's you.
Rhea:
She'd plan out a meticulous wedding, at a gorgeous nature-esque location that her high brow family can actually afford. She puts a lot of attention to detail, and she's always asking for your opinions. The ceremony is in a classical type building, but the reception is in a garden adjacent to it. She's silently crying tears of joy when she sees you, and she doesn't even wait for the vows to start before she kisses you, so full of love.
She's flustered, when she wakes up. Her skin feels warm and she can't help but touch her cheeks. The two of you aren't even dating, so it consider something so serious feels silly. Still, her thoughts keep going back to it throughout the day.
Zoe:
They actually don't care much for marriage. It's not really a requirement for them when it comes to a life long partner, and they look at a lot more practically like 'oh health benefits and taxes' lmfaO It's very much more what you want, although they do request something small and private. They'd probably be more keen on planning out the menu and dreaming about that, then anything else lol When it does happen though, their heart is soft and they give you the gentlest small as you walk down the aisle. You look so happy, and that's really everything they could ever dream of
They're not looking at you for the rest of the day. They can't fathom why they'd dream of such a thing, and when you try to talk to them, they keep looking away. You, as their spouse? Their heart trips a little over the thought of it.
Lars:
Also doesn't care about marriage, or rather a wedding ceremony, because what a waste of money LMFAO better to save that for the honeymoon. He can't really picture it, mostly because he never considered he'd have a lifelong partner, and also would there really be anyone who would show up on his side? He goes along with it for you though, and he's pretty helpful during the process surprisingly. When he sees you, his eyes are soft and the smile touching is face is one of his few genuine ones. Despite his feelings about marriage, he really does want to be with you for a long time
Why the hell is dreaming about these things? He squints at the ceiling, wondering why is it one of the rare occasions he actually gets sleep, he's dreaming about marrying you? Acts more annoyed with you then usual throughout the day, and yet, somehow more...forward?
???:
The concept of marriage and weddings is pretty foreign to them, but they love the idea of it actually. Something in the woods, with lanterns and fairy lights strewn about would be pretty, especially during the Spring or Fall with all the different colors. They wouldn't give the traditional vows, and the two of you would probably work together to rewrite the whole usually spiel that's given so it fits a lot more with how you two fit together. The world almost doesn't feel real when they see you. After everything, the two of you can have this
It's a pleasant feeling, spreading through their chest and into their veins. They almost don't want to wake up, just so they can imagine it a little longer. When they speak with you, the feeling of their voice is warmer, softer. There's more affection laced through it then what you're used to.
#em answers#ch: rook#ch: beck#ch: rhea#ch: zoe#ch: lars#ch: ???#I'm going to be honest I'm not a wedding person either alfdkajsfdsa#irl I think I'm Zoe like my partner wants one so that's fine but I don't really put much thought into it#it's why I'm like ??? what are wedding themes?????? head empty no thoughts on that front lmaO
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Hi! I'd like to break down this Batfam piece by David Talaski!
1. Dick vs Jay: Jason is OBVIOUSLY trying to copy Dick just to prove he can, but the attention to detail in the positioning of their bodies is so incredible.
Dick's toes are pointed, creating a straight line down his leg and a very graceful angle all the way down to his hip. He's mirroring this with an open arm, posture relaxed and very comfortable. This is the body of an acrobat. He is doing it, and he makes it look easy, just like Nightwing should.
Jason? Homie is STIFF. He's doing it, ofc, through sheer strength and force of will, but nothing about his body is relaxed. His foot (🐶) is flexed, and arm is actively fighting gravity. CAN he fly through the air ala Dick Grayson? Teeth and butthole clenched, maybe, but my man is a brawler through and through. Red Hood doesn't CARE about how he looks. He gets the job fucking DONE.
Another small detail, Dick's shoulders are bigger, which makes sense since my guy is swinging all around everywhere. On the flip, Jay's thighs are bigger. Again — makes sense, my guy is taking the stairs.
(Jay is wearing a shirt mayhaps bc of his autopsy scars?? Whoooo knows! Dick is shirtless because he's very aware he's Hot Shit????? Also could be who knows)
2. Tim and Steph: This one is so funny to me bc Tim is, obviously, very strong, but he's the smart one. He tricks baddies into hurting THEMSELVES. He's got the musculature to get the job done, but he's not a Brick Shit House like Jay or Bruce. I don't doubt he is fully capable of supporting Steph's weight, but look at his FACE — he is locked the Fuck in. Steph? She's spinning like a ballerina. Again, this is SUCH a good detail that reflects their characterrrrs.
Spoiler? She gets her shit done with a smile on her face. She fights against difficult, impossible odds again and AGAIN, and the WHOLE time, she's cracking jokes, keeping it light. Never letting them see her sweat.
Robin (Red and Drake), does not give a shit!!! About how he comes off!! My guys focuses in and gets the job done!! I'm obsessed with this!!
3. Damian: His ass is not listening!!! I actually really like the choice to put him in a pose all by himself. I don't really remember when this image was created, but we know early in Damian's story, he was unwilling to change himself to better mesh with the ideals of his new family. His whole life has been 100% about him, himself, his development, and his future as the demon's head, and the fated heir to Batman. He has his back to all of them, even if he IS paying attention (the look on his face HAS to be annoyance idc), he isn't going to let them KNOW that. His focus is on his form and his training. Homie has NOT learned how to have fun yet and that's okkkk king your family loves you
Anyways the image fux and David Talaski does not miss ty
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The Knuckles Series - Review
Okay. So.
Finished the series.
I have thoughts.
First of all, it was fun. I view it as kinda filler episode material, that if someone watched just the movies they wouldn’t miss much. I watched it with my family and there were times we were all laughing and cheering and just enjoying the ride. It was silly and fun and Knuckles was adorable in every scene he was in.
That said, was it perfect?
No. No, it was not.
Here’s my take on some problems.
~ Setup felt rushed
We had the barest glimpse into Knux’s difficulty adjusting to a life on Earth, which, honestly, just made it look like he wasn’t being challenged enough. He can’t go from being on the run and fighting for his life at every turn to just sitting around playing VR and goofing off. That’s just not who he is.
Not to mention, his interpersonal skills are practically non-existent. He fought his whole childhood away. Presumably, anyone who came near him either wanted to exploit him, use him, or fight him. So he’s used to just doing things on his own, with no one to answer to, or take into consideration. That’s what I saw at the beginning—and honestly, it may have been easily handled had Maddie sat down with him and actually tried to get to know and understand him a little better.
~ Maddie
I felt for her, I really did. And I get that she was frustrated. Tom’s off who-knows-where, and she’s left at home trying to get the damage to the house fixed, while keeping tabs on three super powered alien kids, one of whom is actively attacking handymen, dragging a ton of dirt and sharpened sticks into the living room to make a warrior fighting pit, and dismantling the car to build himself an Iron Throne in the dining room.
She’s frustrated, and doing everything she can to keep herself from snapping. She didn’t sign up for this, but now has to learn on the fly how to deal with three very different, and very special needs kiddos.
But her referring to Knuckles as “our little red barbarian friend” kinda rubbed me the wrong way. He’s not a barbarian. He’s a warrior. He’s a traumatized kid who feels like the honor of his entire tribe rests on his shoulders. He’s struggling with this change and instead of trying to sit down and talk to the kid to explain how things are done on Earth, and see if there was some kind of agreement they could reach to keep them both happy, she just kinda gives up and walks away. Not very understanding, and doesn’t make her come off looking very good.
~ Pachacamac
Okay, this is just weird. Pachacamac, for those who don’t know, in the games is the warmongering echidna tribe chief who led the warriors in an assault to take the Master Emerald’s power for themselves. In the process, they enraged Chaos, the God of Destruction, who all but wiped out the Knuckles clan.
I know, I know, game and movie universes are different. The movie team has taken liberties before with certain aspects of Sonic lore, so this shouldn’t be any different.
Except it is. Canonically, Pachacamac is not a good guy. He’s not even a morally gray character. He is not an honored chief, who trained Knuckles and is now his wise spirit guide. He was the cause of the fall of Knuckles’ entire tribe, thanks to his greed and lust for power.
Making Pachacamac essentially Yoda is like changing Robotnik into a kindly grandfather figure. I mean, what??
The only thing I can think this harkens back to is Longclaw’s little hologram message from the second movie, in which she gives Sonic a quest to find the Master Emerald before Knuckles does. Which, okay, it’s a lost loved one giving a final message to help direct the character on a new path.
Except, Pachacamac isn’t a lost loved one for Knuckles. We did not see any interaction between Knux and Pach. We did see interaction between Knuckles and his father, who would have been a much better choice to send his son on a new path.
(I did, however, see this post that makes SOOOOO much sense in why Pachy appears to Knux, and instructs him to train Wade, specifically.)
~ The Master Emerald
Speaking of, WHERE IS IT? It was referenced numerous times, but never shown once. The absolute least the show could have done was show it well secured, with a Tails’ created security system in place. Show Knux meditating near it, or praying to his ancestors that they can rest easy knowing that the Emerald is safely back in the hands of the echidna once more.
The absolute lack of a presence of it is strange, considering the pursuit of it was what caused the near extinction of both the echidna and the owls. It was Knuckles’ focus for his entire life. Yet he simply leaves it behind without a second thought?
~ Wanda
OMG I hated Wade’s sister. Just, hated her. She was immature, abrasive, abusive, unnecessarily antagonistic with Wade (which seemed to be a life-long thing if the flashbacks are anything to go by) and just struck me as someone who was overcompensating for something. She’s a bully and it’s no wonder Wade is the way he is if he had to grow up with someone like her.
~ No Closure
We didn’t see them arrive back home, where Maddie would hand them their asses for just disappearing like that and not telling her. She was likely worried out of her mind the whole time. And I would have liked to have seen Sonic and Tails try to cover for Knux’s absence, in funny little brotherly shenanigans.
As I said above, I still found it fun. I loved Mother Whipple. I loved Knux’s interactions with her. I loved how Wade grew over their little trip. It was an enjoyable ride, and my whole family really had fun.
How would I have done it differently?
Well, that’s a different post.
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I truly wish I had any artistic talent just so I could lowkey redo all dramione fanart with Astoria because oh my god the ratio of dramione to drastoria fan content is so heartwrenchingly depressing
#if youre a dramione fan plz dont come for me#i just want this poor woman to be acknolwdged as a human being#AND THEY PRACTICALLY ALL INCLUDE SCORPIUS IN THEM SO 🤷🏻♂️SHOULD BE ASTORIA ANYWAYZ🤷🏻♂️🤷🏻♂️#astoria greengrass for president plz#stop making her some weird surrogate i beg of you#i miss her can she come back to life actually#actually guys uhh im god so i get to change canon and also ressurect people so i say shes alive hashtag facts#im yet again in a drastoria mood and feel like an orphaned victorian child begging for food and being stepped on instead#because there is NO CONTENT BECAUSE SHE IS SO UNDERRATED IN HER OWN MARRIAGE 😭😭#i hope all the dramione fans who are suck ups to draco know he would be appaled at how yall treat his WHOLE WIFE#LIKE THAT IS HIS WIFE PLEASE#anyway astoria supremacy bye#i also obviosuly dont condone art theft but some of yall dramione fans are getting far too big for your boots#if youre a drastoria fan dont go anywhere near dramione twitter they are all fucking insane#astoria greengrass#drastoria#im too scared to tag draco malfoy the dramione fans are more likely to find me 🧍🏻♂️#if this is incoherent i blame the fact its half 3 in the morning rn and im finshing a uni assignment so im practically delerious
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Monday blues are hitting me hard today
#you can ignore this if you want cause im gonna talk a lot of shit and sads and feelings#but as i’ve realised i literally have no one to empty my heart out to irl#and it’s fucking heartbreaking cause i love my friends but I don’t think they love me back#which is an insane though but I genuinely think it’s true like#i moved away 4 ish months ago and i know that communication comes from both side but like i wanted to test smt#so i stopped texting first and guess what?? only 2 friends texted me#1 because she’s genuinely a good friend i think and the other because she needed money (which i gave her like a fucking fool)#my heart just hurts cause i realised i’m not as important to them as they are to me and I’m completely misreading our relationship and#it sucks because I thought they were going to be my friends for life but now they’re all posting recaps of 2023 and im in none of their pics#even in pics where i was present at the time#and i dont know if it’s intentional or if im just being an insecure little bitch but it fucking hurts#i just want to be important to someone#i want to be someone’s person#not a last resort like#they keep doing stuff together which i get like life moves on and i’m the one that left#but not a single text or a pic or a ‘we miss you!’#not even a fucking heart on insta stories#am i being desperate?? or do I actually have shitty friends#like i have impostor syndrome in my own fucking friendgroup???#I can’t just drop them either cause then I’ll actually have no one#idk i must exude some sort of energy#i dont think ive ever had a genuine good best friend like for some reason they leave after 3 years#(and this is why i have trust issues and attachment disorders)#anyway I’ll probably just suck it up and go about my day#ive lived 24 years like this what’s an entire life#it’s wild cause i have a good time whenever i’m with them (i think) and then i leave and it’s crickets#i feel like hired entertainment sometimes#idk my head hurts so I’m probably overthinking but like these feelings come from somewhere right?#i have to stop
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#these past two weeks have been so intense that ive just.. not spoken about it once i got home from work#blocked it all out#my beloved colleague whose desk is next to mine has cancer#breast and uterus. she needs two major surgeries#they just diagnosed her two weeks ago#so we've been trying to deal with that as colleagues and friends#because we love and miss her and i am so deeply sad as well#but i feel like i couldn't process that at all bc two days after the news of her diagnosis i was asked to take on half of her work#on top of my fulltime#which i agreed to do bc i like her tasks and i want to help her and i also know i can do it#but it does feel very off bc i know i don't earn enough money for this workload to be long term and it is def like this#for the coming four months at least#so i did tell my manager that i would like a raise and. that bitch told me to BUY MORE SECOND HAND SHIT.#i seriously thought i saw my life flash before my eyes#then the day after she asked one of my colleagues who's been with the firm for over 30 years whether she was looking for another job maybe?#which caused that colleague to instantly go home in tears and be home from basically a nervous breakdown the past 1.5 week#which is her full right and i support her with all my heart but bc my management sucks it meant that we had to also carry her tasks ofc#i felt soooo spread thin and super super angry actually but i didn't even realise how angry i was until last thursday my colleague w cancer#came by the office. and talked about all of it. and i suddenly realised how sad i was but then also how angry#but i was just blocking it all out trying to stay afloat#bc we told her about what the manager had said and she said “i hope that i get the chance to really tell her how it is someday.”#“because the stress she causes with people can actually kill you. just look at me.”#and the rest of the day i felt so ready to be done with everything actually#but seeing her anger made me see my own anger#and released me of my own pent up emotions bc i had actual leg pains this week and it was purely psychosomatic#i then managed to tell some friends yesterday about what was going on and their outrage spurred me on even more#so today i emailed hr. demanding a raise#doing this amount of work while constantly feeling like the house is on fire while also struggling financially seriously makes me suicidal#and i am not joking#so.. if nothing comes of that im leaving that job and not looking back
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I forgot if u say anything abt akechi acknowledging he did bad things you either get ppl who are mad that you “misunderstand his character and that you need to understand he actually did nothing wrong at all” or the ppl who get mad that you like his character “because he’s irredeemable” I almost prefer the pancake jokes era
Editing the original to force u to look at my tags bc 90% of u didn’t understand the post at all and look dumb as hell to me . Sorey
#I miss when we could all hold hands over him and analyze how the bad things he did were interesting#now it’s all... woobification to make shipping the main thing#throw back to someone missing the entire point of the dynamic between him and futaba and said ‘he did her a favor’ 😐 girl#the interesting thing is futaba found it in herself to treat him with kindness bc she knows how he feels in a way. she didn’t do all of tht#just for u guys to push her rlly nice moment and development aside to make him the main focus 24/7#<- coming from a guy who is obsessed w akechi and enjoys his reasoning AND his evil deeds#just liek. knowing what he did to her and how it mirrors his own life and problems#they have SUCH an interesting dynamic especially bc she’s one of the only#members to tried to let him know HIS future can grow with them#p5r spoilers#I’m serious btw someone told me that he ‘saved her from her mother’ ummm.... I think ur missing the obvious here. it was a parrell#I know Akira is the MAIN foil to akechi but all ppl care abt is shipppinggg so they all miss just how cool it is that akechi actually has a#few foils in each character#specifically haru futaba ryuji and yusuke and their family life + social status of family + how they handled grudges#those ones also all treat him in their own specific ways after the reveal too it’s so!!!! cool
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I just want to make it clear that you can like an artist and still criticize their actions
#stupid shit#I’ve been thinking a lot about Miss swift#and yes I know she doesn’t think about me so let’s get that out of the way#but I’ve been thinking a lot about her#and I’m willing to admit that there was a time in my life where I would defend anything that she would do#and it’s embarrassing#because I was an adult at the time#and it was at a time where I felt like everything in my life was crumbling she was just. the first source of comfort#I guess like it felt like it was owed#but I’m glad I’ve come to my senses and realized that nobody is a perfect human being#and putting someone on a pedestal is wrong#and there are PLENTY of things that she has done wrong in her life#not gonna name the entire list but I want to highlight the carbon emissions#it’s okay to say! hey!!! that’s wrong!!! she shouldn’t do that!!!#it doesn’t make you any less of a fan!#it’s actually kinda refreshing in a way#like a weight off your shoulders when you step back and realize that you can still like the art and criticize the wrongdoings#and saying that doesn’t mean you hate her#you can still accept that she cares about certain things and people#or that you respect her for the passion she puts in her work#I think I’m just trying to say it’s okay to not agree with everything your favorite artist does
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#grief sucks grief sucks grief sucks#i thought i’d never move on from her death and i hate the fact that in some ways i have#i hate the fact that i can wake up each day and go about my life and almost forget that she’s gone#i hate that it takes something like her birthday to bring up all the feelings of mourning again#because honestly? at least when i lived with the grief every day i was used to it being there#but now it’s something i feel occasionally and it hurts so much more because every time the grief comes back i feel her dying all over again#all week i’ve been absolutely miserable before i even realized how soon tomorrow was#and i’ve been thinking of her more too. literally was thinking i should learn how to extreme coupon the way she did bc she used to bring me#it just sucks she shouldn’t have died. not like that.#she was too young and it all happened so fast and just#she should be able to celebrate her 55th birthday with us#but she didn’t even make it to 50. what the hell man#i hate this i hate grief i hate that i have to miss her at all#i should be able to call her and text her and she would’ve helped me so much with the phase of life i’m in now#because sometimes she was mean and she was so stubborn but she others first and loved us more than anything#i can’t believe she’s been gone six years and i can’t believe i’ve celebrated six of her birthdays without her#what the actual fuck
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