#so hoping I can break the cycle idk
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Cried at the gym bc Iâm weak :â)
#me#Iâm hating my body again hah I try to take pics a lot so I look back and think I was sexy#idk itâs weird I look back on pics of myself 12+ months ago at any given time and think I wish I still looked like that#so hoping I can break the cycle idk#itâs dumb lol
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I want to preface this post by saying that I love the cat king as a character, especially one that has such a major impact on Edwin and his relationship with his queerness and learning to be okay with it; HOWEVER, I also believe that everyone that genuinely believes he should be a love interest for Edwin should read this. (Also if you just like the cat king as a character and want to understand his character better and why his and Edwinâs relationship is not something that would be healthy or ârealâ for either)
#dead boy detectives#edwin payne#the cat king#i do not ship them but I donât want to hate on those who do (mostly) I just want to kind of inform people of the creators meaning for their#Relationship because I keep seeing people saying they hope they get together in s2 and itâs really confusing to me#Their relationship stems from the cat kings own narcissism and predatory behavior and Edwinâs need for someone to push him into under#Standing that his queerness doesnât have to be torture and can be something giddy#even if he doesnât return those feelings#The cat king does like Edwin but he doesnât know anything about him. He likes the game and then he likes the kindness heâs shown despite#Knowing the cruelty heâs presented to Edwin#Queerness and preformance always go hand in hand#Heâs a older secretly insecure character#Edwin is the younger#genuinely kind character that shows him that projecting his hurt will never get him what he wants#Itâs about the isolation of queerness and the walls put up and the coping mechanism used to protect yourself even at the risk of hurting#Those just like you. That kiss from edwin was to say âIâm sorry your loneliness had caused you to be cruel. Itâs the easiest way to feel.#And while I cannot and will not give you what you want or need#you deserve to feel happy and not like you have to gain the attention of uninterested people#I canât even explain all my thoughts about their dynamic itâs just so much itâs just about the predadation from older queers because of#The trauma theyâve endured and the cycle of hurt and the way we can break the cycle with kindness while also protecting our youths by#Healing those traumas#Something the cat king learns and accepts#Off topic but I donât like people defending their age gap because#Yes; Edwin is 86#but he died with a teenage boy brain and then spent 70 of those years in hell where he certainly was not getting his brain developed while#The cat king has possibly hundreds of years of sentience and experience. The power imbalance is not if yâall. And that part of their dynami#Is actually very clear I think but some people didnât catch it?? Or didnât care??? Idk man
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This is definitely a controversial opinion but I almost feel worse killing characters in Little Hope than in the other games?
#like people say it doesn't matter because they're 'not real' but#idk maybe because of like. how depressing the worst endings are#or like cause of how much anthony suffered already#since the other doubles are already doomed so it's nice to have one incarnation make it out of there#so they can like. 'break the cycle' or whatever#idk#i feel awful for killing anyone in any of these games đ#the dark pictures anthology#supermassive games#little hope
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#y'all i'm so excited!!#I have my first therapy appointment in a week!!#i finally found one that was covered for me#i can't wait to trauma dump and I hope they can show me how to overcome my social anxiety#i need cbt to work so bad because idk what else will lmao#but I'm so happy to break the generational cycle of people that have negative perceptions of ppl who go to therapy#like i'm genuinely so happy and excited and proud of myself for taking the first step#personal
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the boss & naked snakes dynamic does make me a bit insane and i wish we could so more of it but like. in game it would need to be a prequel bc the whole point during snake eater is that you dont know what the hell she is thinking
#i hope there is a prequel about them#something something breaking cycles but its a prequel so you know what exactly happens to snake you know the tragedy is going to have to#play out something something ocelot walks in and does his little gay hand gestures. fun parallel with the tragedy that atleast those two#become bros probably#idk ive only played 1-3. i can play the metal gears it comes with the collection but aah. so far away.#ashen.rambles
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is it too early to ask for a fic abt imola's sprint race and how upset and angry paul was after the race ...
idk if this is what u wanted but i just felt like writing this. hope u like it <3 (still very much not over what happened)
four podiums in four rounds.
a consistent result like that should make any f2 driver satisfied.
should.
consistency is key, as you've seen so often in formula racing, but how can you tell that to someone who was just closer than ever to getting his maiden win in formula two?
to say that paul was a wreck after the race is an understatement. he refused to talk to you or any of his staff members â he even refused to talk to ralf, which was more worrisome than everything else. though, it didn't take you long to realize that he just needed to cool off on his own, just get some time to breathe in peace. so when he went back to your shared hotel room, you decided to stay at the track a little to watch the f1 qualifying, just so paul could have his much-needed alone time.
when you finally step into your hotel room hours later, after having gotten stuck in several tailbacks on your way back from the track, paul isn't resting on the bed like you thought he would be. he doesn't answer when you call out his name either, which really gets your heartbeat going.
you find him in the bathroom when you peek into it, his body submerged in the bathtub filled to the brim with foam and seemingly steaming water. you're not sure if he's even heard you come in because he doesn't move a single muscle nor open his eyes. he slowly looks up at you when you say his name again, though, eyes holding so much pain that the knot in your stomach grows even tighter. you have to do something, anything, to break him out of this cycle.
"can i join?"
it takes a second for him to react, but then he nods, and you step into the room. you slip out of the cute summery dress you've worn all day, removing all of your last clothing items aswell as your jewelry before moving towards him. the bathtub is tiny, nowhere near than ones you've shared before in luxury hotel rooms around the world. there's barely any space left for you to slip in, but you make it work.
the second your back meets his chest, his strong arms wrap around you and a content sigh leaves his mouth. neither of you care about the water flowing past the edge as you shuffle into his embrace; a wet floor is a problem for later. the bath soap he's used smells lovely, a mix of vanilla and rose meeting your nose and making you forget about how the water is burning your skin already. paul doesn't say anything, although he rests the side of his head against yours, warm breaths tickling the skin of your neck.
you take the opportunity to speak when you're met with it. you can't just let it go on like this all night. "do you... want to talk about it?" you ask, voice low as if not to scare him. as if the mere thought of the race is enough to scare him.
he lets out a hum. "no."
you pause for a few moments, considering the idea of just letting go of the topic. you decide that you can't. "can i talk about it, then?"
"i can't stop you, can i?"
you lift one of his hands from your waist, letting your pointer finger trace along his own fingers. they're pruney and soft, revealing how long he must've been in the bath already, while the calluses along the upper part of his palm from endless hours of racing and weightlifting stay hardened. you slot your fingers in between his, wrapping your other hand around the back of his hand too.
"no matter if you like to hear it or not," you begin. "you did well. that was an amazing race."
"but-"
a dismissive sound bubbles from your throat to cut him off. "no buts. it could've just as well gone your way today." you shift in his hold and turn your head so that you can look into his pretty blue eyes, and he already looks much calmer than before. "it's okay to fall apart, but we're building you up stronger for tomorrow. okay?"
his breath rises with his deep breath, and he soon nods. you lean in to press a kiss to his cheek, and then you can't help but to give him another one. and another. and one to the tip of his nose, one to his forehead, one to that spot right by his temple that he loves so much.
finally he smiles, and he looks almost relieved to do it; like it's been ages since he had something to be happy about. he even lets out a small laugh when you keep up with your pecks, and he has to place a hand on your cheek to halt your actions.
he guides you forward, slotting your lips against his, before letting his hand glide to the back of your neck to keep you close.
hopefully you've actually gotten through to him. in the world of f2, every setback feels like tall mountain you have to climb; losing a race lead is like reaching the summit only to slip right back down again. it sounds like an impossible task, and if it were up to you, you would tell him to save himself the heartbreak and get an easier job. but racing is what he loves.
and together, you make it work.
no matter if it's about fitting into a small bath or coming back better the next day.
#if paul doesnt have a good race tomorrow.......#nope wont even think about it#f2#formula two#formula 2#paul aron#paul aron x reader#paul aron x you#paul aron x yn#paul aron x y/n#paul aron fluff#paul aron imagine#paul aron fanfic#paul aron fic#f2 fluff#f2 angst#f2 x you#f2 x reader#f2 x yn#f2 imagine
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I would love a stunna cabin getaway mixed with some bdsm please babe
A/N: So um, I kinda ran away this, lol
It's Written in the Stars
Pairing: Soft Dom!Big Stunna x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. FLUFF. Angst if you squint. Cursing, PIV, oral (female and male receiving), fingering (fem receiving) teasing, cum play, size kink, dirty talk, praise/degradation kink, bondage, all consensual. D/s lite. Mentions of fertility issues, guilt, negative self talk (please seek help)
Summary: See Ask. While you were going through fertility issues, you were being hard on yourself. Hating to see you like this, Stunna prepares a beautiful weekend away so that you can unwind and refocus on each other. You get a little more than you bargained for.
Word Count: 9,646k
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A/N: I had been wanting to get this out before the heat went away fro the winter time. Ah well LOL. Whew. Idk where all this came from. My hormones all over this place, chilleee. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, gif, or unhinged ask.
Your husband hated you. Surely, he did. You watched his goofy ass skip to the front door to lock it, whistling all the while. He wore a burgundy shirt stretched tight over his muscles and black jeans that hugged his ass just right.
He was lucky he was so fine. More than fine, your husband made your toes curl every single day. Just with a single look. Every day felt like never enough when it came to him. You sighed, looking away briefly before you started crying.
You were starting to get those kind of looks. The pitiful, poor thing type of looks that made you feel crazy when you werenât. Stunna did so much for you, every day. The least you could do, the very least was to give him a baby. A cute little son that just looked like him so that he could break the cycle. Raise a Black boy in love and happiness.
And you couldnât even do that right. The past few months as you both began trying in earnest, you started to hate the tests. The waiting was the worst part. Like you were both hopeful and trying to prepare for the worst news. And as soon as it turned negative, you both sighed and he would comfort you.
But god, you felt like a failure. You succeeded everywhere else in life. Going to school, landing a good job, and having good friends. Why couldnât you excel at this too?Â
âGet that frown off your face, beautiful,â Stunna said, climbing into the rental truck. He closed the door and then grabbed your left hand. He brought it to his lips and then looked at you.Â
âThis weekend is about rest. Weâve been caught up on the results and not the action. We forgot that itâs us underneath all this, right?â He asked.Â
You mumbled your affirmation, not brave enough to meet his eyes. He put on such a good front for you. But you knew he was just as disappointed. You spent plenty of nights dreaming of your future kids. Wondering what kind of personality they would have, what kind of hobbies they would develop.Â
You had silly arguments about hypothetical situations your kids would get into. Or if they would favor one parent over the other. You even went to bed giggling, pretending to call your childâs full government name. You cuddled in the morning and praised one another about what a good parent the other would make.Â
âLook at me, baby,â Stunna said. When you didnât move fast enough for him, he grabbed your chin and turned your head to look at him.Â
âI love you just as much as the first time I laid eyes on you,â he said.
âBoy, stop,â you said, lips twisting to fight off a smile.Â
Stunna kissed your hand and then took a big bite. It didnât sting, it only made your stomach do silly flips. You were unnaturally horny. You hadnât taken drugs through this whole thing, wanting to do it the good old fashioned way like everyone else. But you were approaching ovulation and fuck if you werenât hot and bothered by the smallest thing.
It didnât help that nearly everything out of this manâs mouth was either sweet or nasty. No inbetween.Â
âWeâre going to relax this weekend, okay? Promise?â He asked.
You nodded, a little more convinced. You were allowed one weekend to rest. One weekend to sit and unwind and not have a care or worry in the world. You were allowed that at least. You leaned back in the seat while Stunna started the car. He backed out of your driveway and headed up the street, leaving the familiar houses behind and then merging onto the freeway.
He drove from late afternoon into the evening, driving further west. He said he found a near-ish Air B&B that was perfect for âwhat he had plannedâ. What he could possibly plan between earlier this month when he told you about the trip to now, was beyond you and you didnât want to make yourself sick thinking about it.Â
Night time made the city outside light up so prettily in golds and softest whites. The street lamps overhead passed by, temporarily illuminating the carâs interior. You held onto Stunnaâs hand as he drove or sometimes he let it drift to your thigh.Â
You talked, you laughed, you pretended like you were back in college when you first met. You pretended that you were just a girl in the quad and he was the boy that almost hit you with a football.Â
He teased you that day, drawing your ire so that he could disarm you with something so sweet and devastating, you were agreeing to have dinner with him before your mind could catch up.Â
You were the carâs DJ and kept Stunna awake with stories about work or your friends, or updates on the craziest member of your family. He told you about his usual days, dealing with the people who work for him.
By the time eight at night rolled around, Stunna pulled onto a long, winding street that was so dark, the headlights only caught five feet in front of you. It had turned mountainous, with curving, man made roads. There were only a handful of guard rails around steep turns but the road was pretty open.
âWhere did you book us?â You asked, looking outside of the window.Â
âI know, it looks scary as shit. But I promise itâs not bad,â he said.Â
You gripped onto his hand anyway, looking out of the window for any glimpse of the world. Any sign of life. There was just the feeling of woods on either side. The road turned to light gravel as Stunna traveled further down the path. The headlights flashed over a mailbox and then Stunna turned left, pulling into a driveway.
The cabin itself was too cute for words. Looked like it was built out of actual logs, with a huge porch and dark fixtures around the foundation and windows. Outside of the house, there was plenty of room to park a few cars or make one good turn and then exit.Â
âOh, this is beautiful,â you said. The moon overhead gave it a soft glow that was straight out of a puzzle box. Stunna cut the engine and then got out of the car. He walked around to your side and opened the door for you, taking your hand and helping you out of it.
âThereâs no other neighbors for a few miles in any direction. Thereâs a police and fire station nearby in case anything pops off. We can unwind here,â he said. He wrapped his hands around your waist and kissed you. His full lips lingered, kissing you without abandon, lighting that familiar fire between your legs. He ended the kiss with one final swipe of his tongue across your lips. He smiled at you and then walked with you up the stairs.Â
He unlocked the front door and then turned on the nearest light. The inside was just as cute. There were handmade blankets on the thick leather couches. The rug in the living room was thick and plush with a digital fireplace.Â
âOh this is gorgeous,â you said.
Stunna chuckled. âYeah, took a lot of research to find one that suits my plans,â he said. He kissed your cheek.Â
âYou keep mentioning these plans, should I be nervous?â You asked, giggling to yourself.Â
âYes, you should be,âStunna said, giving you a wink and a sexy smile before going outside. You walked further into the house, taking in the layout. It opened directly into the living room and stairs faced you, a second floor revealed up top.Â
Behind the living room, there was a roomy kitchen with nice, almost new appliances. Must be nice to be able to afford that stuff for a rental property. You had brought groceries with you and you were never more grateful that Stunnaâs favorite hobby was cooking.
You were treated to all kinds of delicious food, willingly becoming his guinea pig when he wanted to try out something. Your back would never not be big. You liked to cook, but the chore of it bored you to tears. Hours of work to eat it in minutes and spend forever trying to clean up. Spare you, please.Â
Stunna made plenty of noise coming into the house with your suitcases and bags. He also had a mysterious third bag with him that he told you was off limits. Naturally, it only made you more curious to know what was inside. You supposed youâd have to be good and wait.Â
Stunna brought the luggage upstairs and you followed lazily behind, searching the other rooms to find a home office, two bathrooms, and two bedrooms. Stunna set the luggage down in the masterâs room, lots of space and it smelled clean.Â
The bed was made up with a modest blue comforter and a gray throw blanket thrown across the bottom. The walls were a gentle yellow with different pieces of art on the walls.Â
There was an ottoman at the foot of the bed that Stunna set your suitcase and bag on. He rolled his to his side of the bed and came back around the bed. He grabbed your face and pulled you into a big, wet kiss that curled your toes in your shoes.Â
âSit your sexy ass down and Iâll lock up. Then, we relax,â he said.Â
You shook your head and threw your hands up. Stunna said that he wanted you to relax this weekend and not lift a finger. You wanted to argue the point but he brought out his Dom voice and you folded like origami.Â
âYes, Sir,â you said. You made a show of walking over to the bed and then turning around to sit. You lowered your ass to the bed, watching Stunnaâs smile spread across his face. He sighed and shook his head.
âGonna hurt me, girl,â he said.Â
He left the room and made quick work of locking up the car and then checking all of the locks to the house. You heard him humming as he moved around, the sound going in and out as he moved about.Â
He returned in no time, carrying two hangers with plush robes on them. âStunna! What is this?â You asked.Â
âWe had a long ass day and deserve to get pampered on. Run us a bath and Iâll get some snacks and wine going,â he said.
âYou are too much, you know that? You really planned this whole weekend?â
Stunna crossed the room and then laid the robe down on the bed. He pulled you to a standing position, putting his hands around your waist. You brought your hands around his neck, kissing his nose as he looked down at you.Â
âI have one job this weekend. That job is to get you nice and relaxed. To make you feel good. Loosen up that sexy body so I can plant a baby in there,â he said.Â
âOh,â you gasped, eyes snapping to his.Â
His dark eyes glowed with mischief with a cheeky smile spreading across his face. He leaned down and kissed you, turning it from something sweet to something hot. He tugged on your bottom lip before smoothing the pain away with a lick of his tongue.Â
âItâs not your fault Iâm barren,â you said, sulking. You tried to pry yourself away from him but he held onto your waist.
âBaby, Iâm not doing my job if you think Iâm not proud of you or in love with you throughout this whole thing. Youâre not barren, weâre just sucking the fun out of it. And that includes me,â he said.Â
You opened your mouth to argue with him but he beat you to it with a kiss to your lips. You giggled and he smiled. âWe can play the blame game all night. Or, we can get this night started. I promise youâll like the second option better,â he said.Â
You rolled your eyes and smiled, unable to resist this time. âSecond option it is,â you said. If the goal was to relax, then you were going to help him achieve it by listening and accepting some damn comfort for once.Â
This time was stressful, made more stressful by the fact that you have something tangible telling you no. Some stupid ass stick crushing your dreams over and over again. You were going to cry it out and then thug it out.Â
âThatâs my girl. Get that bath running how we like,â he said.Â
He released your waist and then tapped your ass. You jumped and covered your butt, turning back to look at his wide grin. He gestured for you to keep going so you did, heading into one of the available bathrooms.Â
Stunna passed you in the hallway, going to a cabinet to dig out towels for the both of you. You turned on the light in the bathroom, taking in all of the details. The walls were covered in white subway tile halfway up the wall, the rest was covered in a deep rose color. The floor was tile as well, cold to the touch but there were a lot of rugs to cover your feet with.Â
You looked into the tub to find it pristine. Whoever cleaned in between uses was phenomenal. Youâd have to check for a card or something later. You fiddled with the knobs, turning on the hot water and finding the stopper.Â
While the water ran, you grabbed your favorite neutral body soap and poured it into the bathwater to get it nice and soapy.Â
Stunna came in and out of the bathroom to check the progress. He brought your two robes into the bathroom and hung it up on the inside of the door. He brought you a glass of wine and kissed your head upon delivery.Â
âHere you are,â he said with a fake British accent, presenting the glass as if it were brought especially for you. You giggled when you took it, taking a sip and letting the wine travel down your system and instantly warm you up from the inside out.Â
The water was nearly finished so you turned it off and then got the shower going. You took off your clothes, kicking them to one side of the bathroom. You wrapped your hair into a bonnet, then placed a shower cap on top.
You scrubbed excess dirt and grime from the day and from the car ride, lathering up every inch of your skin. You rinsed off and then got out of the shower just as Stunna brought in a dinner tray with a charcuterie board on top of it.Â
You dried your hands and instantly went for the salami and a piece of cracker. You moaned at the simple taste, chasing it down with a sip of wine. Cool air hit your naked skin so you shivered and then hopped in the bath.Â
Stunna positioned the tray next to the tub, within easy reach of anyone sitting in it. He pressed a button on a hidden remote that he conjured from nowhere. Sexy, grown music filtered in from hidden speakers in the room. You gasped and looked around, hearing the music like an echo in other rooms. Stunna grinned, pleased as punch, and then he gave you a strip tease.Â
âWhew, go baby. Go baby!â You chanted, miming throwing money at him. He danced his way through taking off his shirt and pants. Next went his underwear, freeing his long, thick dick. You licked your lips at it, watching it bob up and down with his dancing. He turned around and started twerking, mimicking what you do to him. You laughed so hard that your sides hurt.
He hopped in the shower next, washing off his own dirt and grime. You went for a grape on the tray, settling back into the tub with a loud sigh. Stunna turned the shower off, shaking out the excess water and then slunk into the tub with you.
He jostled the water and fresh warmth enveloped you. If you werenât careful, you were going to fall asleep against his chest.Â
âYou feeling good?â Stunna asked.Â
In this position, you felt the rumble in his chest from his deep voice. And he placed his mouth near your ear so you had a wonderful echoing effect going on that made your pussy clench with need.Â
Every time with him felt like the first time. Back in college once more, heavy makeout sessions leading to something more desperate as he climbed on top of you and begged to make you feel good. And god, did he. And had been doing so ever since then. As often as you wanted it or needed it.Â
Stunna ran his hands all over your wet skin, playing with the soap bubbles around your limbs. You followed with your own hands, tangling your fingers together whenever you connected. He palmed your breasts, rubbing soap between your nipples and his fingers. You gasped and writhed underneath his touch but he only cooed at you to remain still.Â
âBaby, you have to know that sometimes it takes longer than others. And thatâs okay. It doesnât mean that anything is broken,â he said.
âIt feels like that. Iâve been good at everything else,â you said. You placed your fingers on top of his, moaning slightly when your nipples sent a twinge of pleasure to your pussy. Stunna dried his hands on the hand towel that sat on the lid of the tub and then grabbed a few grapes, passing some to you and eating a few of his own.
He chewed and brought his fingers back to your skin. His hands lowered to your belly. For no reason at all, or perhaps for every reason, your eyes welled with unshed tears.Â
âThereâs no right or wrong way to do this,â he whispered in your ear.Â
âI just want to make you happy,â you said, settling against his chest. He kissed your temple, plucking at your nipple.
âOuuue, shit,â you hissed.Â
âYou make me so happy my chest feels like itâs going to burst from my chest. You already make me happy and no kid is going to accelerate that or change that. If we do have kids, great. If we donât, thatâs great too. You are the love of my life. I just want you safe and happy,â he said.Â
You sighed. You wished you could see his face. See how he really felt. Stunna had never minced his words when it came to your relationship. You knew every deep and dirty thing heâd ever done to become the man he is today.
But he also turned his life around when he got with you. He cleaned up his act, got a steady job, and put in the hours to give you a life you deserved. You told him that you were good with just him but he promised to work hard. He started his own consulting company, having a great mind for business. Now he got paid to tell companies how to do better.Â
So you chose to believe his words. âYouâre going to make a fantastic father, Stunna,â you said. You went to bed at night with daydreams about Stunna playing catch with his son, or taking his daughter out for little dates so she wasnât impressed by a lame guy trying to court her.Â
It was all so vivid, so right, so real that reality and fantasy started to blur. You wanted the white picket fence, Stunna barbequing, while you ran around the backyard with your kids. Playing, roughhousing, or getting into water balloon fights.Â
âI want you happy too. Can you honestly say that youâre not disappointed that weâre not pregnant yet?â You asked. You sat up and turned in the tub to face him.
Stunna grabbed your chin and then pulled you into a sweet kiss. âIâm disappointed at the results. Not that you canât deliver. Itâll happen when itâs time. For now, we just have to enjoy the journey there,â he said.
He kissed you once more and then grabbed your shoulders to turn you around. You listened to the music and the cadence of Stunnaâs voice as he talked. He massaged your shoulders, your arms. He kneaded your breasts, back to playing with the nipple and getting you so riled up that you were causing a wave in the water with how badly you were grinding into Stunna.
His dick sat heavy behind you, poking the top of your ass. You placed your hands on his thighs to scoot up since you had drifted too far down. Stunna hissed and then groaned, placing his hands on your shoulders to still your movements.
âIâm trying to be good,â he said.Â
âBut why?â You asked, shaking your ass on him. Stunna groaned and then choked on a laugh.Â
âBecause I have plans,â he said.
Your pussy throbbed, picturing what dirty fantasies he had conjured up for this trip. You figured that youâd have some lazy sex, try some tricks to get his cum to swim upstream, and then youâd wait for the hopeful sign on the stick.Â
Stunna was having none of that. He was weaving an entire filthy weekend just for you. It made you want to cry. But instead, you moaned and arched your back against him. âSounds like we need to get started,â you said.
Stunna chuckled. âYouâre on my time,â he said. His voice turned deeper and more serious. You moved your head to the side so that you could look at him.Â
He grinned and kissed your cheeks, leaving a series of kisses that made you squeal with laughter.Â
You continued to bask in the tub, refilling it with hot water when the water grew too tepid. You ate most of the board, filling up on crackers, cheese, grapes and little slices of meat. The wine paired perfectly.Â
Stunna got out of the tub first and then helped you out of it. He moaned in appreciation, watching the suds slip down your body. You watched him just as much, the slide of bubbles in all the right places.Â
He grabbed a towel and then wrapped you up in it, drying you off. You sighed and closed your eyes, savoring the feeling of his big, strong hands working their way across your body. He knelt down to get your legs too, following your dry legs with bites or kisses or licks.Â
You giggled as he found ticklish spots on you. He teased you anyway until you were screaming for him to stop. Fully dry, it was your turn to dry him off. You took your time, starting with his back and drying off his well-rounded ass. You crossed to the front and dried off his chest, working lower and lower, and taking extra care with his dick.
Even at rest he was thick and beautiful. You stroked him and his eyes fluttered shut, a grin on his face. âIâm gonâ get you back for this,â he said.
âNo clue what youâre talking about,â you said. You grinned and then traveled further down, drying off his legs. You looked up at him from on your knees and Stunna smirked at you. âSo pretty on your knees, baby.â
Your brain turned to mush as his words registered. âYou nasty,â you said, unable to form a single coherent thought to flirt back. Stunna helped you to your hands and then took one of the robes and helped you into it.Â
He turned you around, tying the robe across your front. âComfortable?â He asked.
âVery. Thank you,â you said, leaning up to kiss him. He hummed and then grabbed his own robe. He unplugged the tub and the drain groaned as the water went down. He brought the tray and his wine glass to the kitchen. You followed behind with your own glass.Â
The music was still going, playing âP.O.V.â by DVSN. You swayed to the music. Stunna refilled both of your glasses. Then he went into the living room with you. He let you take a sip of your wine, the sweet red loosening you up completely.Â
Worries slipped from your mind. You lowered your defenses, living in the present. Stunna took your cup and placed it on the wooden coffee table. He grabbed your hands and then pulled you in front of the fireplace.
Heat blew out from it, warming up your legs. You moaned at the sensation. Stunna pulled you into a dance, wrapping his hand around your waist and then holding up your other hand. He swayed you to the music, staring deep into your eyes.
âI love you so much,â you told him. This was exactly what you needed. A moment in time to unwind, de-stress, and focus on you. Focus on your love for your man.Â
âI love you. So, so much,â he said. He kissed your forehead and continued to spin you around in circles, each track he put on more nasty than the last.Â
It was rare when your body felt at rest. When nothing hurt, nothing affected you, or irritated you. When you truly felt relaxed. Sure, you laid down. Sure, you had your hobbies or watched TV, but your mind still raced. Running faster than the Energizer bunny hopped up on speed and coffee.Â
It was no wonder why you were always so damn tired. Your mind rarely gave you a night off. Stunna helped you achieve that tonight. That single perfect feeling of being at rest. Just feeling. Being. Wrapped up in his arms and letting go of the weight of your problems.Â
âHmm, feeling good, baby?â Stunna asked, hugging you closer.Â
âYes, baby,â you said, snuggling further into his chest. He could always sense your moods. You didnât want to burden him with the darker thoughts. The creeping, intrusive thoughts that screamed that you were being punished for whatever crime you could think of. That you couldnât get pregnant because you didnât live a good life. You didnât always smile and wave at people or you didnât always keep elevator doors open for people. You were more introverted, genuinely sitting and judging people while you sat in your corner and dreamed of being anywhere else. Youâve made people cry and didnât feel an ounce of regret for your words.Â
Stunna pulled back to look at you. You smiled sweetly at him, turning your thoughts away from your failures and focused on him. Always on him. Always. He made everything better. He brought you peace in a way that was indescribable.Â
Stunna smiled as if he could hear every thought you had about him. He kissed you and you hummed. You pulled away with a yawn and Stunna laughed, shaking his head while he kept dancing with you.Â
âWe better take this to the bedroom while I can still think,â you said and smiled at him. All this pampering made you beyond sleepy. Heavy.Â
âNo sex tonight, babe,â he said.Â
He continued dancing, twirling you around the room to the mournful crooning of âDie For Youâ by The Weeknd. You tilted your head and blinked at him. Surely he didnât mean that. Stunna turned to you and chuckled. He kissed your cheek.
âTonight, weâre resting,â he said.
âButâŠdick is resting,â you said.Â
Stunna chuckled again and shook his head. âIt is not. Câmon baby, trust me. Who takes care of you?â He asked and kissed your cheek.
You sighed heavily and rolled your eyes to the ceiling. âYou do,â you said.
âWho takes care of you?â He asked again and kissed your other cheek.Â
Your lips pinched as you fought your smile. âYou do,â you said when you could trust that you wouldnât laugh.Â
âAlright then. We getting some rest tonight, we gonna have a delicious breakfast, and Iâm going to take care of everything,â he said.
âYes, baby,â you said.
âMhm, itâs âyes, Sirâ,â Stunna said, his voice adopting your favorite tone. His Dom voice. Whew. It was like a direct line to your pussy. You immediately started throbbing, biting your lip instinctively.Â
âSir?â You asked, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning.Â
âYou heard me. Now get that look off your face, I said no sex tonight.â He tapped your nose, belying his serious tone. But he already got the engine going. You rubbed yourself against him. You hummed as you did so, admiring the feel of his body hidden beneath his robe.Â
âI promise youâll enjoy this weekend more if you listen,â he said. He raised an eyebrow at you, his jaw flexing with his âseriousâ face. You grinned and ignored him, turning in his arms and rubbing your ass on his crotch.
He hissed and his hand came to press down on your back. The music switched to something more upbeat, â679â by Fetty Wap bringing out your inner whore. He couldnât put something like that on without expecting you to shake it on him. He knew what trap songs did to you.Â
He began to dance on you back, pushing his growing bulge into your ass. You danced for the entire song, showing out for him. You got your knees involved, not an easy thing these days, and danced on him like you were trying to get him to propose all over again.Â
When the song ended, you fell into each other laughing. You coughed and then laughed again, out of breath from dancing and from laughing so hard. The next song slowed everything back down and Stunna pulled you into his arms.
âYou gonâ pay for that in the morning,â he said.
âOh, Iâm so scared,â you said and stuck your tongue out at him.Â
Stunna gasped and widened his eyes at you. Even you couldnât mistake the glint of mischief in his eyes. As much as he liked your obedience, you knew he secretly loved your bratty ass.Â
âCâmon Miss Big Bad, itâs time for bed,â he said.
âBooo, youâre no fun,â you said.Â
Stunna laughed. He grabbed the remote from his robe pocket and switched off the music. You crossed your arms and cocked a hip for good measure.Â
âItâs almost three am. Get in the bed,â he said.Â
âIt is?â You asked. You patted your robe for your phone but it wasnât there. Did you leave it in the bathroom? You intended to hunt for it to check the time. Stunna stopped you with his hands on your shoulders. He flipped you around to see the digital clock on one of the end tables.
âOh, damn,â you said. You yawned, confirming that it was well past your bedtime. âSure I canât convince you for some fun?âÂ
Stunna turned off the lights in the kitchen and living room, following behind your heavy footfalls down the hallway. âIâm sure. This is my weekend,â he said.
You giggled, growing delirious with sleepiness. You were at the point where you were yawning every two seconds, growing frustrated from doing it so often. Stunna steered you to the bedroom and helped you strip out of the warm robe. He took off his own and hung it in the closet.Â
Stunna pulled the covers down and you scooted onto the bed. You sighed. What spell did he put on you? You were drained. You had absolutely nothing left when just a few minutes ago, you were shaking your ass harder than a stripper working off her debt.Â
Stunna got into bed with you and then snuggled in close against your back. He was so damn warm. You moaned, stretching out against him, pushing your ass into his dick. Stunna wrapped his arm around your middle.
âNight, baby,â he said.
Your body melted against his, sweet lullaby of his breathing sending you off to la la land. Stunna nudged you. âNha?âÂ
âGood night, baby,â he said.Â
âNi-â You yawned.Â
Stunna nudged you again. You giggled. âNighty night, Sir,â you said.Â
Stunna chuckled. He kissed your cheek. âI just want you to remember that you brought this weekend on yourself,â he said.Â
The threat would have worked if you heard it. You were already fast asleep, drifting into a dreamless wonderland.
After a shower to wake yourself up, you followed the heavenly aroma of Stunnaâs cooking. You padded down the hallway in your robe. You found Stunna in the kitchen, humming to himself with a towel thrown over his shoulder.Â
He wore his robe as well, taking a scoop of what he cooked and tasting it. He hummed in satisfaction and then sprinkled some more pepper on it. He turned to the doorway when he heard your knock on the counter.Â
âGood morning, beautiful,â he said.
You smiled at him and sat on the barstool. Stunna brought the pan over to you so that you could see what was on the menu. He made a scramble of eggs, sausage, bell peppers, and onions. The smell alone made your mouth water.Â
You moaned and smiled at him. âThat smells so good,â you said.
âIâm glad. Youâre going to need your strength today,â he said.Â
You giggled and rolled your eyes. âPromises, promises,â you said. Stunna turned to look at you. He saw your evil smile and shook his head.
âOkay, just wait,â he said.Â
You talked about nothing in particular, talked just to hear his voice, as you discussed your families, your work schedules. You discussed the latest books you both had read while you ate his delicious food. Each bite burst with flavor between all the different breakfast foods. Stunna shouldâve opened a damn restaurant.Â
Stunna made himself some coffee and then tea for you. You doctored it while you told him a story about your annoying coworker, only feeling slightly bad about mocking their exact tone of voice whenever they talked to you.Â
When both of your drinks were to your respective tastes, Stunna took your hand and led you towards the back of the house. You hadnât had a chance to explore out here yet. The hallway was in the same soft tones as the rest of the house and the short hallway behind the kitchen led out to a back porch.Â
You gasped, taking in the view. âOh. My. God,â you said, looking out at the expanse of the woods. The house sat on a hill, overlooking the top of the trees. Beyond it, you could see right down into the city.Â
With the morningâs soft oranges and babiest blue, the view was like out of a painting. Birds chirped in the background, sounds of the woods waking up. Water ran somewhere in the distance. A woodpecker tested his beak against a tree.Â
âThis isâŠâ you said.
âAmazing, I know,â he said and laughed. He led you to a nearby swinging bench. The wood was light colored, with white and blue striped cushions. You shrieked and looked at him.Â
âThere will be plenty of time to read out here, promise,â he said, reading your mind.
You sighed at him. âI donât deserve you,â you said.
âSure you do, baby. You make me wanna do better,â he said.Â
âYou already are,â you said. He sat down on the swinging bench first, putting his coffee on the wood stump beside it. It had been sanded and polished, providing a natural table to set your own cup down.Â
Stunna pulled you to sit in his lap. When you looked at him, he just smiled innocently. You turned back around, suspicion clearly written all over your face. Stunna went for the tie at your waist, tugging on it.
âWhat are you doing?â You asked, covering the front of the robe with your hands.
âMove your hands,â he said, his voice turning darker. It was completely at odds with the early morning peace.Â
You looked back at him. Stunna grabbed your legs and spread them over his own, widening your legs until you felt the pull in your thighs. You lowered your hands and Stunna untied your robe, pulling it open to reveal your entire body.Â
You wanted to cover up, you were so exposed. Anyone could be lookin at you. You pictured some freak in the woods at this exact moment, peeking through his binoculars. Stunna moved his hands up and down your body, squeezing your breasts, your tummy, and then palming your mound.
You twitched with a moan, trying to close your legs. Stunna widened his stance, opening your legs wider for his searching fingers. He brought one hand up to your lips. âSuck,â he commanded.
Heat flashed over your skin. A tingle working its way down your spine. You opened your mouth and sucked on his middle two fingers. He fucked your mouth with his fingers, pushing it in and out, and hummed as he leaned to the side to watch you. You felt him throb beneath your ass and you moaned.Â
It had been entirely too long since he dominated you so well. In all the mix of having sex, you forgot what it was like to tease. To flirt. To obey. You swirled your tongue around his fingers, eyeing him as you did so. You moaned once more on his fingers.Â
âHm, nasty ass. Get it nice and wet,â he said.Â
You drooled on his fingers, growing wetter by the second. He continued to push his fingers inside. Your eyes drooped, watching him bite his lip. Watching his eyes turn darker. His jaw flex. All of it made it harder to breathe properly.Â
Stunna pulled his fingers out and you whimpered, pouting at him. He used one hand to spread your pussy lips and then brought his wet fingers to your entrance, pushing in. You moaned, head falling back onto his shoulder. You gasped, your lip quivering.Â
âDid sucking my fingers turn you on?â He asked.
You nodded, whimpering too much to answer him. Stunna chuckled. âNasty fuckinâ slut,â he said, pushing his fingers in deeper.
âFuuâ,â you moaned, clenching around his fingers. You began to twitch and jerk on his body, alternating between gasping for air and moaning. Stunna didnât give you an inch. He continued to finger fuck you, curling his fingers inside and making you cross your eyes.
âOh fuck, oh fuck. Iâm gonna, Iâm gonnaâŠâ you moaned.Â
Stunna stilled his fingers. You whimpered and gyrated on his fingers. Stunna kissed your ear and your jaw, pulling his fingers slowly out of you. You whimpered more as he dragged his wet fingers up to your clit.
You throbbed. You wanted to cum so badly, you were willing to do some unholy things for it. âPlease,â you whispered.Â
âRemember when you didnât listen yesterday?â He asked. He kissed your cheek after his question and you stuttered with your next breath.Â
âAww, donât punish me, Stunna,â you said. You gasped after you said his name, realizing your mistake.Â
Stunna sighed and nudged his nose against your ear. He nibbled on the shell of your ear while he moved his fingers in giant circles, making your lower belly cramp with need. âSee, I was gonna let you cum. But that mouth reckless,â he said.
âWaitââ
Stunna shushed you, moving his left hand under your leg and lifting. You were already spread open as far as you were able. Lifting it ensured that you didnât move without his say-so.Â
âThe things I was gonna treat you to,â he said, and hummed. His dick throbbed beneath you and you whimpered.Â
âI can be goodââ
Stunna shushed you again, plunging his fingers back inside. His fingers stretched you, preparing you for what he was going to do next. He drove your orgasm to the peak, holding you open when you wanted nothing more than to trap his hand between your thighs. You rode his fingers, gasping for air.
âNeedy little slut, too? Chase that shit since you want it so bad,â he said. You moaned, wrapping your arms behind his head. You scratched at the nape of his neck while he sent you into another atmosphere.Â
âOue, oue, oue!â You screamed, your belly tightening as your orgasm approached. Before you could cum, Stunna pulled his fingers out. âNooooo!âÂ
Stunna pushed his fingers into your mouth. You tasted yourself on his fingers. You moaned, slurping yourself up. Stunna groaned and rolled his hips. You made sure to use your tongue, licking up every last drop.Â
âI decide when you cum,â Stunna said and licked your neck. You moaned and closed your eyes. There were too many sensations. It was making you spaz out, jerking and twitching on his lap.Â
You nodded. âYes, Sir,â you said around his fingers.Â
Stunna pulled his fingers out of your mouth. He wiped it on his robe and then pushed you to stand. He stood up as well and took off his robe. He quickly folded it and put it on the ground. He sat down on the swinging bench and beckoned you to step closer.Â
His dick was gloriously thick and long, all the way down to the tip. You moaned, staring at the bead of pre-cum leaking out. Stunna grabbed the base of his dick and moaned, stroking his dick.Â
âKnees. Open,â he groaned.
You dropped to your knees, kneeling on his robe. A slight breeze caressed your skin but the sun was starting to warm up. Stunnaâs beautiful, rich dark skin glowed with the sun. It casted pretty shadows on his face as he looked down at you.Â
You opened your mouth, waiting for him to give you the go ahead to take him. Stunna bit his lip, furrowing his eyebrows as he stroked himself faster. âYouâre so fuckinâ sexy when you listen,â he said.Â
You nestled between his legs, watching with rapt attention as he stroked himself in a loose grip. You whimpered when it seemed like he was just going to make you watch. You looked at him and he smirked.Â
âYour needy ass want this dick huh?â He asked.
âYes, Sir, I want it,â you said.
âYou gonna swallow me down like a good slut?â He asked. Your pussy clenched painfully hearing him call you that. You nodded and Stunna groaned.
âGood. Take this dick,â he said. He planted his feet to still the swinging bench. You placed your hands on his dick, taking over stroking for him.Â
You inhaled the deeply masculine scent of him. You kissed the tip of his dick and Stunna put his arms around the back of the bench. He adjusted in his seat and then watched you open your mouth and take him in.Â
âFuuck,â he moaned, throwing his head back. You giggled and then started to bob your head. You relaxed your jaw, getting into a nice rhythm. Stunna groaned and you looked at him, watched as his face went through all kinds of emotions. Too many for you to name.Â
âDeeper, take me deeper. I know you can do it,â he encouraged.
You leaned up higher on your knees and then did as he said, took him deeper in your mouth. You took him fast and deep, the only sound was the sound of your gawk gawk skills, Stunnaâs moaning, and the birds overhead.Â
âThatâs a good slut. Thatâs a good fuckinâ slut. Taking me well. Ou, ou, just like that. Just like that,â Stunna said, gripping the sides of your face and pulling you down faster. You breathed through your nose as he face fucked you, taking over control and treating you like his own fleshlight.Â
Your drool slid down the side of his dick, mixing with his precum. You moaned at the taste of him, swirling your tongue around his tip.Â
Stunna jerked his hips and looked at you with that crooked smile of his. âYou ready for this nut?â He asked.
âYes, Sir,â you slobbered on him.
Stunna dropped his head to the back of the bench. He continued to face fuck you, his dick jumping in your mouth. He groaned and then moaned loudly, cumming down your throat. You swallowed him, milking him for all he was worth. You continued to suck as he came and he twitched, eyes rolling, as he moaned again.Â
You released him when he tapped on your cheek. You grinned, licking your lips and finally working out the crick in your jaw. Taking him fucking hurt sometimes but you wouldnât have it any other way.
You couldnât explain why it thrilled you so much to get your husband to cum in your mouth. You felt a personal satisfaction that it was you who did it. And that you were able to continue to do it.Â
Stunna grinned and caressed your jaw. He pulled you into a kiss, tongue dueling with yours. He moaned, deepening the kiss. He pulled back roughly and dropped his forehead to yours. âBedroom. Now,â he said.
You giggled and hopped up from the porch, running inside. You headed straight to the bedroom, hopping onto the bed. Stunna followed closely behind, dick bobbing. You bit your lip, watching it. You wanted him back inside you. You wanted to please him some more.
Stunna went to his side of the room, pulling the mysterious black bag out from beneath the bed. You laid on your side watching him. He unzipped the duffle, eyeing you while he rummaged around in it.Â
You peeked over the edge, eyes growing wider as your brain stalled on what was inside. Different types of ropes and handcuffs. A belt. Dildos and vibrators. You lifted your eyes to him while he selected a silk rope.Â
He gestured for you to offer your hands. You pouted at him but he stared you down. His chest rose and fell with his breaths and you whined as you lifted your hands. Stunna slipped the black silk rope over your wrists and tightened it, securing it to you. He tested the pull on it and asked if it hurt you.
You shook your head. You tested the rope, trying to get out of it yourself. You couldnât. You smirked at him.Â
âCan you get out?â He asked.
âNope,â you said, popping the p. Stunna grinned and you had to sigh from seeing his beautiful, wide smile. He pulled the rope, pulling you into a standing position. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.Â
âSit,â he said. You sat back down on the bed. He pulled you to stand once more and you smirked at him, thighs slick with your essence. Your belly twisted with need. âSit.â
You sat once more and looked to him for your next command. Stunna smiled. âNot being a brat today?â He asked.
You shrugged. âItâll come when you least expect it,â you said.Â
He chuckled and then lifted you higher onto the bed. Your legs dangled off the end of the bed, toes brushing against the ottoman. Stunna got in between, pushing your legs further apart.Â
He grinned at you and then settled down onto his elbows. He lowered his face to your pussy, nudging his nose against your pussy, tickling the hairs there. You giggled and tried to close your legs.Â
Stunna placed a kiss to your pussy lips and then looked up at you. âHands above your head. If you move them, Iâll stop,â he said.
You kicked your foot against the ottoman. âYouâre so mean!â You said.Â
Stunna tilted his head at you. âWhen I least expect it huh?â He asked.
You giggled and shrugged your shoulders. âIâm a woman of many talents,â you said.Â
Stunna shook his head. âGoofy ass. Hands up,â he said.
âYes, Sir,â you mocked, putting your hands above your head on the bed. Stunna lowered himself once more to your pussy, inhaling deeply and humming in pleasure. âSmell so good,â he said.
He opened his mouth and rolled out his tongue, using it to separate your pussy lips. You moaned, bringing your arm to your mouth and biting down as he found your clit. His mouth was hot on your clit and you moaned. He teased you, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking.Â
âOuee, shit, ouee shit,â you moaned.Â
âLet me hear you, baby,â he said.
You moaned louder, cursing to the high heavens, as he licked your pussy. He brought his fingers to your pussy and plunged his fingers inside.
âOh god!â You moaned, wanting to lower your arms to hold onto him but you didnât want him to stop. Far from it, your eyes were rolling behind your closed lids from the sheer pleasure of his tongue on you.
âOhhh, ohhh, oueeeeee,â you wailed.Â
He pumped his fingers and ate you with a vengeance. Like he was truly punishing you for something. Damned if you knew what it was. Perhaps it was your attitude. You took it a bit too far. You made a mental note to do it again. If it got him eating you out like thisâŠfuck, how long had it been?Â
When did you lose yourself to schedules and sex dates and a little stick deciding your mood? When did you turn into such a crone that saw sex as another chore? A stepping stone to the baby you wanted?Â
You twitched, groaning. âOh fuck, baby. What did I do?â You cried. Stunna curled his fingers, rubbing against your sweet spot and your cries turned sharp, loud, piercing.Â
âNot a damn thing,â he said against your pussy, lips wet from your dripping essence.Â
âThen why you doing this to meeeee?â You cried.Â
ââCause I can,â he said. He returned to eating you out, proving that he was only playing with you earlier. Your thighs trembled with pleasure. Your breathing turned ragged and sharp, stuttering in your chest as you fought to moan at the same time.Â
âSir, please,â you moaned.Â
Stunna slurped up your essence, fingers still pumping faster and faster. You couldnât do anything but moan, incoherent words and sounds spilling from you. Stunna latched onto your pussy one last time and you came on his tongue, came with loud shrieks and groans. Your body flopped on the bed. Stunna held your legs open and continued to devour you while you came undone at the seams.Â
He ate you until you came down, huffing and puffing with effort. Your body felt like jelly. Weightless. You stared up at Stunna in amazement while he climbed onto the bed. The bed dipped with his weight.Â
He lifted you by the hips and flipped you over onto your stomach. You went with little resistance, letting him position you how he liked while he checked on you. âFeeling good, baby?âÂ
âI think I died. This is heaven, surely?â You asked.
Stunna chuckled. âNo,â he said. He pulled the duffle bag over to him and pulled out a vibrator. He teased you with it on the lowest setting, rubbing around your sensitive clit. âOof, baby, please,â you begged. It was too soon for you to come again. Your body jerked, trying to get away from how good it felt.
Stunna leaned down over you and kissed your cheek. âI decide when you cum,â he said and kissed you again.Â
You moaned as he pushed the vibrator into your sopping wet pussy. He turned up the setting and you moaned, grinding into the bed as the vibrator got you horny all over again. You were still humping the bed when Stunna positioned you on your elbows and knees. Not easy to do with your hands cuffed together.
He smacked your ass and you shrieked, pussy clenching around the vibrator. âBut baby!âÂ
âDonât âbabyâ me. Yo ass thought shit was sweet?â He asked. He smacked your ass again, lighting up the other cheek with dry fire that made your pussy throb.Â
âPleaaaase,â you moaned. Stunna delivered more smacks, spanking you. You moaned after each one, stretching your back so that he had more areas to hit. Your ass was on fire but the inferno in your lower belly was even worse.Â
The vibrator pushed right against your spot and you started to shake, thighs quaking, lip quivering. You moaned, pussy dripping with your essence around the vibrator. Stunna grabbed it and started to fuck you with it.
âOue, fuck, oue fuck. Please, donât stop. Donât stop,â you moaned and begged, fucking him back on the vibrator.
âThatâs my good fuckinâ slut. Chase that shit how you need,â he cooed to you.Â
âNeedâŠyouâŠâ you moaned, trying to fight off your orgasm.Â
âWhat was that?â Stunna asked. He continued to fuck you with the vibrator, your pussy making all kinds of loud squelching noises. Like your pussy didnât want to let go of the vibrator, not completely. âCanât hear you over the sound of this pussy gripping the fuck outta this vibrator. Guess you donât need me after all, huh?âÂ
You shook your head. âNeed you,â you moaned. âNeed that fat dick in this pussy, now!â You begged.Â
âTell me what you need?â He asked. He ignored you and continued to fuck you with the vibrator, turning it up to the highest setting. You sniffled, tears making your eyes itch. You were close to cumming, so close it hurt, but you wanted to cum on his dick.
âFill me up, please. Please, please,â you whispered.Â
âI love it when you beg for this dick,â he said. He pulled out the vibrator and replaced it with his dick.Â
You moaned and gripped the sheets when he entered you, sliding in easily. The vibrator helped you prepare for his size, prepare for the sheer fullness of him stretching your needy little hole.Â
âYes, yes, yes!â You screamed. Stunna placed his hands on your hips and stroked. He rolled his hips and made you slam on his dick.
Your ass smacked against his thighs, igniting fresh waves of heat to travel from your ass, down your legs, and straight to your pussy. Stunna moaned, slamming your harder. Pressure built in your body, steam rising, until you were screaming like a tea kettle.
âOh fuck!â Stunna moaned. You squeezed his dick as you came hard, furious, losing your voice with the force of it. He stroked a handful of times before joining you, filling you to the brim with his cum.Â
Your body jerked one last time, twitching with his throbbing dick. He pumped it into you, body shaking as he pulled out. You shivered, crawling forward.
âMhm, Iâm not done,â Stunna said, out of breath and sweaty. He grabbed the vibrator from the bed and pushed it back in, trapping his cum inside. He fingered your clit and made you moan, made you clench and hopefully soak up his cum.Â
You collapsed onto the bed and waved your arm. âMercy, mercy,â you whispered.
Stunna chuckled and lowered the setting on the vibrator. He still kept it lodged inside you as he went to the bathroom and wetted a washcloth. He wiped down your sweaty, slick skin. He finally took out the vibrator and cleaned up the cum that slipped out of you. You watched it leak out with him and he kissed your temple.Â
âThereâs plenty more where that came from,â he promised.Â
He spent the rest of the weekend doing just that. Filling you up like an absolute twinkie. The last thing on your mind was having a baby. You just wanted him with you, on you, in you, and all around you. You couldnât get enough of talking with him, laughing with him, looking into his eyes while you both came at the same time.
And then you ate and danced and spent the rest of the weekend in your own little bubble. It was beyond heaven. Beyond perfection. You wished you could freeze this weekend. Or play it on a loop. You fell in love with your husband all over again this past weekend. You had no words to thank him. To cherish him.
A week later, you stood with him in the bathroom waiting for the stupid ass timer to go off. Stunna held your hand and kissed the back of it. He locked eyes with you in the mirror.Â
âWhatever it says, weâll deal with it together,â he said.
You smiled and nodded, trying to put on a brave face for him. You didnât know what you would do if it was negative again. You couldnât face the disappointment in his eyes. The way he would try to be strong for you.Â
Your phone dinged and you took a deep breath, grabbing the pregnancy stick and flipping it over.
âLetâs goooooo!!!!â Stunna screamed.Â
The dark, clear plus sign didnât seem real. Your hand shook as you turned to face Stunna. âWe did it! We did it!â You screamed.
Stunna hugged you and lifted you off of the ground. âYou did it baby. You did it, I love you. I love you,â he said and kissed your face.
You giggled from all of the kisses, hugging him back as fiercely. Stunna lowered you to the ground and then kissed your socks off. He even bent you back with the force of the kiss, the happiness bursting through him was like the first break of sun after a cloudy day.
âThank you,â he said, straightening up. He cupped your cheeks and kissed you once more. Your lips danced, pouring in all of your frustrations, hurts, and regrets. All of it was washed away with the news.Â
âCome on, beautiful, we need to celebrate!â He said. He yanked on your arm.Â
You laughed, trying to keep up with his long strides to your bedroom. âHow?â You asked.
âWith more dick!â He yelled over his shoulder. You giggled all the way to your bedroom.
The end.
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reader being a college student and she feels very drained and charles being the best boyfriend ever and making her days better? idk midterms are kicking my ass i need comfort ïżŒ
YOUR WARM EMBRACE. ïč charles leclerc x reader ïč
authorâs notes: thank u sm for requesting this, anon !! i hope everything goes well for u and iâm veeery proud of you ⥠i hope u enjoy this x
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midterms season was here, and were you happy about it? absolutely⊠not.
from all the stress building up on your muscles to the countless all-nighters dedicated to studying, you felt like your brain was going to explode. midterms were a significant part of your grade and you knew that you had to be well prepared for them, even if you felt relatively confident in your skills. this cycle repeated itself for more days than you could count right now and you felt your energy drain by the minute. you were reading your textbook for the millionth time, words mixed up inside you head, when you heard your bedroom door creak open. you look up to find your boyfriend charles, body rested against the door frame and a worried look on his face.
he hated seeing you like this, even if the soft smile on his lips said otherwise. his heart ached every time he looked at your face, eye bags darker than usual and your smile faded into a more tired expression, lips always pursed.
« chĂ©rie, donât you think that itâs time for a little break? » his soft voice echoes through the room, eyes scanning over your face. he hoped that you would stop, even if it was just for a couple of minutes. you look back at you textbook, an indecisive look on your face, and in that moment, he knew that you werenât going to stop unless you were forced to. you were always stubborn, especially when it came to college.
charlesâ footsteps grew louder behind you and, next thing you know, your textbook is close shut with a loud thud and everything you read evaporated from your mind.
« câmon. » his arms slid around your waist, lifting you up from your seat and you can feel your body slowly melting into his touch. you were so tired. so so tired.
« iâm sorry⊠» you mumble under your breath as your body is pulled against his chest. he tucks your head under his chin as he rocks you back and forth and you can hear his heart beating faster by the second, your grip around his torso growing stronger.
« for what, my love? » you lift your head to look up at him only to find his gaze already on you, an eyebrow cocked in confusion. you donât answer, finding comfort in the silence around you. instead, you tuck your head comfortably against his chest once again with a satisfied smile on your face, eyes fluttering shut. charlesâ lips curve into a sweet smile as he feels yourself relax under his body and he swears that he can hear your soft snores amongst all the silence.
« i love you, chĂ©rie. and iâm so proud of you. » he kisses the top of your head as he keeps lullabying you, sun setting behind your intertwined bodies.
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I really love, and by that I mean virulently hate, the way that âboth Lestat and Armand suckâ are used in a way in so that nobody can talk about how and why they suck. It is all just an inane diversion tactic to keep actual analysis of abuse and trauma out of the show/book series about abuse and trauma. Its also just a diversion so that people can harp on and nitpick the black victims of theirs. Like its appeasement so that you don't have to actually look the themes of domestic violence in the eye rather than exploring it.
âOKAY GAH FINE IWTV IS ABOUT DV! Anyways, here is 40 pages of analysis on dear god anything elseâ like I hope both sides of your pillow is warm if you post up on actual analysis of character dynamics with some âeveryone is an immoral monster!â. Like idk fam, I think you are missing the point. In fact I would say the show actively tries to contradict that Louisâ view of vampiric nature as inherently a doomed codependent existence is one that is forced upon him rather than what he has to accept. The culmination of the finales was explicitly about him realizing that he shouldn't take this life for himself. Like its explicitly about Louis realizing that âit ends hereâ.
Like âshe can dreamâ is such a powerful moment because after seeing his vampirism in the light of an inherently violent, soulless, hateful existence he is trying to see more.
To try and tie Louis back down into âall vampires are domestic abusers and that's just how it is so lets ignore itâ is kinda like⊠almost contradictory to the point. But its also just disrespectful to everyone arcs in this narrative. Louis is desperately trying to break that mold and that cycle and find ANYTHING ELSE. When other worse vampires show up (Ses: Marius) the narrative goal isn't to turn Louisâ emotions into a funhouse mirror. Its to add nuance to why the characters might feel as if that inner darkness and violence is inescapable even though we as the audience know it is. We as outside observers know that the characters have full autonomy even when the characters lament that they feel as if they do not. That is the inherent horror of it all. They don't HAVE to do these things to each other at all, and yet they still DO.
Anyways I have a 9am lecture. I have to actually sleep.
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æ đđ make-up (and irritations)
Hamzah x f!reader
(A/N): no proofread, first time writing hamzah and also anything x reader in a while⊠hope yall like it idk LOL send me requests maybe??? Idk fuck
âOkay, just donât move and you won't look stupid in the end.â You hold your hand up to gesture a pause. Hamzah involuntarily paused his movement like a puppy, tensing up as the seconds passed. Somehow, after weeks of pleading, Hamzah found himself stuck in this god forsaken circumstance where you sat opposite him with your make-up bag comfortably still on the coffee table beside his beat up stained couch.
Hamzah broke himself loose from your trance by moving his eyes away from your gesturing hand that had a brush hanging between your index and middle finger to your stern eyes, excitement highlighted all across your face. âI donât know. Your excitement is kinda freaking me out.â He responded, his eyebrows furrowing at the thought of products rubbing across his sensitive skin.
âYou being negative is making me want to make you look stupid.â
Hamzah sighed, throwing his head back to rest it against the sofa, he looked up at the ceiling, murmuring: âIâm not being negative. Iâm just being⊠cautious.â
âCautious has a negative connotation to it.â
Hamzah only closed his eyes in response. Coming up with something in response only ten seconds later, âBig word alert.â Making you giggle. âShut up.â
Hamzahâs smile grew at the sound of your laughterâopening his eyes to look at you. Using his hands to sit back up, he crossed his legs and faced you, the sunlight casting a warm glow on his features. There was a relaxed look in his eyes as he settled into the moment, the atmosphere around you charged with an unreadable energy. âJust go.â Your eyes clicked in place with his, your smile still lingeringânothing in your mind anymore other than your comments about how cute he looks.
âDonât rush me.â You opened your eyeshadow pallet. âThis is a form of art. Do you think good art is rushed?â You tapped the powder onto your brush, âyouâre taking this way too seriously.â Hamzahâs eyes followed your movement, partially nervous. You clicked your tongue, saying: âhun if you donât wanna do this we can stop.â
Hamzah looked at you blankly, trying to read if heâs starting to irritate you or not. The last thing anyone wants is an angry girlfriend. The last thing that he wants, matter of fact. Though you werenât angryâyou were genuine about your concerns, you put your brush down to show surrender to his protests. A reassuring smile tilting your lips. A strain in his heart formed at your demonstration of love and care. (Slightly fluttering at the sudden nonchalant nickname drop).
âNo. No-no-no. Itâs fine. Iâm just joking.â He probably looked like an idiot right now. After months of dating he still gets flustered over little things like a teenager. Your hand moved back down to grab the brush again. âYouâll be fine. I know how to do this.â You reassured, smiling as your thumbs glided over his right eyes to close it.
It was quiet, Hamzah relaxing at the feeling of the brush running across his lid. Breathing steadily. You didnât expect him to be so still. At one point you thought he was asleep. But the random: âmy eye itches.â Or âmy back hurts.â Reminded you who exactly your boyfriend is. You sighed as you finished one of his eyes.
âMy back hurts.â He whined yet again, âI wanna lay my back on the couch.â He continued his whining. You were too focused to notice what he was saying, Hamzah holding your hand away from his face to break out of your focus cycle. âCan we take a break?â A suggestion that almost goes unacknowledged by you when you notice how close you are to his face, for the first time it seemed like you were the flustered one. âWhy did you break me away from my art piece?â Hamzah snarked in response.
You pushed his shoulder towards the couch, forcing his back against it. Hamzah raised his eyebrows in curiosity, wondering what youâre doing to him. You uncrossed your legs, your back also aching from being in the same bending position for around fifteen minutes. âWhatâre you doing?â He asked.
âSitting on your lap so youâd rest your back against something and stop whining.â
Hamzah liked to pretend like he didnât care, but he was freaking the fuck out for sure now.
You slid yourself on his lap, not giving attention to the matter. Your right arm wrapping around the back of his neck to prop his head against it. The side of your body resting against his chest, your other hand going back to work and continuing his makeup.
Obviously you werenât going to address the sudden position change. Especially knowing how Hamzah always reacts to âout of nowhere intimacyâ not that he doesnât like it, itâs just easy to tense him up withâin his opinion, too muchâTLC.
You couldnât help but giggle when you noticed that he stopped breathing for a few seconds. Heâs not moving at all. âYou okay?â You asked, moving your brush away from his face. âI feel like you're too close, anything and I might mess it up.â He spoke, raising his head up from your arm to look at you.
âHun, this isnât a permanent marker, we can wipe it away.â Your thumb wiped the excess eyeshadow powder under his eyes. âWhy are you so tense? Relax.â Your hand moving down to his shoulder and squeezing it.
âYouâre just pretty, I donât know.â He rested his head back against your arm, avoiding your eyes as he spoke. His signature awkwardly goofy laugh fills the silence between the both of you. âWow, such a charming delivery.â You sarcastically teased, âyou donât know?â Both of you started to laugh at the way he phrased his words. Hamzah still avoided looking at you by closing his eyes while he laughed.
âYou know what I mean.â Resting his head to the side to continue avoiding eye contact. You raise an eyebrow, holding his chin to turn his face towards you to continue his makeup look. âYeah well, look at me the next time you compliment me.â You run your brush along the bridge of his nose to contour it. Hamzahâs eyes meeting your focused face, feeling a bit awkward as your comment floated around his subconsciousness. You noticed the way he went silent, regretting not clarifying your tone.
âIâm joking. I know what you mean.â You let out, moving the brush and yourself away from his face. Hamzah sent you a half smileââI know.âânodding his head. The guilt for calling him out still weighed heavy on your heart, especially with that look on his face. (By that you mean his awkward half smile, he looked cute.)
You couldnât help but lean in and give him a rushed peck. Hamzah kissed you back but still gave you a confused look afterwards. âWhy?â He asked, unable to hide the warmth spreading from his neck to his ears. It was cute that he wasnât the kind to flush across his cheeks but rather mainly on the tip of his ears.
You snarked, ânot the confusion. Canât I just kiss you?â Going back to the makeup, starting to set his face. âNo, it was out of nowhere.â He responded, âshould I give you a countdown next time?â
Hamzah giggled at the thought, âthat would be funny, I'm not gonna lie.â His giggle was contagious, because there you go; giggling as well. âThree⊠two⊠one. Trigger warning, smooch.â
âOkay, donât say that word.â He puts his index finger up between your faces, shaking it left and right to shush you. âWhat?!â
âMillennials' word.â
âTrigger warning millennials.â You say back, making you both go back to the fit of giggles you were sharing a second ago.
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what do you think toman boys are like in relationships like loyal or nah
content: discussions of cheating, general relationship head canons and love language discussion towards the end.
I think Mikey doesn't cheat because he's lazy. The kinds of relationships he likes are ones of great emotional depth and the actual physical steps required to find someone suitable, hide it from you or eventually break it off is too much. Doesn't have the mental capacity for that level of espionage, the emotional strength to lie to someone's face like that. Toman Mikey does not have that dog in him, Draken has taught him too well. Bonten Mikey has no problem fucking other people however! Not a sad thought in his mind or tear in his eye, might even think about you while he's going at it and wonder if you'd notice the taste of someone else on his lips when he gets back to ya. Sanzu seems like a hopeless romantic with obsessive and possessive tendencies. I don't think he'd cheat but he also has high expectations and probably strict rules for a partner. Doesn't like overly friendly touches and certain attitudes.
Respectfully, I think Bonten Sanzu fucks other people and will laugh in your face about it. But his inclination to do it more rests solely on the idea of it bothering you; he likes making you upset and to some extent grows irritated with the idea he's so invested in you emotionally that a chunk of his pleasure is derived with tormenting you in such a way, but it's a vicious cycle... He finds a soft body to indulge in, but can't help but think of you while doing it.
Nahoya fucks man. I mean.. like I don't think he really pursues concrete relationships in the first place. He likes something ambiguous he can't put a name to, the fun of it is the attention, you know? It's the assurance of something he can come back to, because if nothing ever starts it can't end.
Souya is the complete opposite of his brother. Sometimes he can put in a lot of faith in little time, and he can turn up with the shit of the stick right - and it's the worst, because he can't help but be so genuine. He's just not a liar, doesn't have it in him really.
I think Draken is very loyal. I don't think he'd cheat like cheating on Emma with you or vice versa.
He's very reliable, he's sticking around just because he thinks it's the proper thing to do. Even if he was in love with someone else entirely, if he has an obligation to a partner he will honor that first and foremost.
I think that Baji is⊠questionable? It's not emotional cheating he'd participate in, I just feel like he's a simple-minded, high sex drive kinda guy. He'll feel... bad about hurting you so much, but also has trouble comprehending why it might hurt. He loves you, isn't that more important? If you don't care that he has sex with other people, y'all should be cool.
Kazutora is possessive above all. I think he considers you less and more about how he needs to keep you close to him more, and he really does like you, just works harder and not smarter.
I think takemitchy is very loyal.. but idk .... I feel like ....
He's only loyal to Hina because she's the only girl interested in him. I feel like if he had Catherine situation - like there was a girl trying to seduce him away from Hina, he'd eat some shit like that up. He's brainless. Not entirely a dick-thinker but he doesn't always use the right head you know???
Mitsuya and Chifuyu are pretty straight laced. Their dedication to people is obvious in canon relationships and I don't think much changes beyond that! I think they differ in their demonstrations of affection, however:
Mitsuya performs acts of service and is a huge gift giver, especially after he gets into design and fashion in his later years. Too often though, sometimes he can neglect a good old fashioned 'i love you' in favor of grandeur and extravagance. He hopes that in any case, you'll love the things he gives you - knowing he didn't get gifts a lot growing up, it's more important to him than you'd think.
Chifuyu is an opposite to him. He is very open with saying I love you to the point where he'll say it in front of other people and follow it up with a kiss (or six), and most regularly he can be overbearing with his PDA - forgoing gifts to emphasize spending time with you and physically being there for you.
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Hi! I just wanted to say I really like your blog and the ideas you have for TUA. I have a question if you don't mind? If you've read the comics (I just got to read You Look Like Death and....my head hurt alot after) is there anything you wished they had kept from the comics for the show or vice versa? Personally I wish they had kept Luther and Five being twins in the show. I get why they chose not to do so but come on.
Five doesn't get his dog and then he also doesn't get his biological brother? I love the Pub scene from season 2 and it would have fit really well for them to learn it (just my opinion)
Thank you and I hope you have a lovely day! :)
Thank you, I'm glad you enjoy my ideas!! I love asks lmao so no problem at all!
I have read the mainline comics and a few spin offs (the Diego & Vanya band AU one comes to mind??) but I'm a show main sadly. I like the comics as an informant to the show, so generally I prefer how the show depicted things.
I do want to briefly (edit: it was not brief... i am so sorry) talk about the Five DNA thing because that's one of the things I love in the show.
in the comics Five is genetically altered by the commission
this only works in the comics for me because every character is an asshole, Five especially (he literally prefaces this moment by bragging that he's fucked a lot of women). So for Five to have this excuse? to show horror at the very idea? that's a redeeming quality.
but in the show, they make every character likeable to an extent (recall that in the comics Allison rumours Luther into loving her), so this wouldn't have the same impact because it just makes Five less of his own person - removes the agency from his actions.
Five in the show is someone forced into a corner, and his actions in accepting and carrying out his job as an assassin, as well as his willingness to kill innocents and his own brother throughout s1 show how his experiences have made him desperate and ruthless in his pursuit of love and happiness.
it's a psychological exploration/study.
which to me, is infinitely more interesting. Five doesn't kill the board because his DNA dictates he will, he kills them because he chooses to. He is not cruel because his DNA dictates it, he is cruel because his experiences have made him that way.
and I think overall, this approach is adapted very nicely to fit the tone of the show, as all the same beats are hit. Five has been made into the Commission's killing machine against his will, and he is resentful of it,
but that doesn't mean he can undo the damage done, his psyche is forever attuned to this line of thinking no matter how much he hates it he doesn't know how to break the cycle of violence inflicted on him,
but because Five hasn't been genetically altered, he is fully responsible for his actions and he has to live with that.
the DNA altering in the show would feel like a cop out to me. and also the interesting aspect from the DNA altering is that he is essentially made into a psychopath (most famous serial killers are - Charles Manson, Ted Bundy, Jeffery Dahmer, etc.), which means removing his empathy.
because despite his dislike of the non-consenual genetic surgery, comics!five doesn't have empathy.
and show!Five is interesting because he has so much empathy, yet he remains a killer. he is never given the opportunity to use that for good.
without that empathy we wouldn't get scenes like this where he admits guilt,
and in all honesty, isn't it more interesting that the best and most prolific killer in the show possesses a large amount of empathy?
idk sorry I got sidetracked - I've seen a lot of people who say they prefer the DNA plot of the comics and I just feel like it's very contradictory to what a lot of people love about Five.
anyway, the only element of the DNA plotline that i'd want to see adapted further is the non-consenual surgery itself
largely because I love Five!whump and despite comics!Five claiming it was painless it's fairly obvious to see that it wasn't (and I love when this is expanded on in fics so much - no time, no time, dear brother o' mine is an amazing read because it deals with this)
but I also think it would do a good job at reinstating the commission as the villians they are rather than the weird, nebulous thing it currently sits as (Five would never entrust Herb or Dot to the Commission it's so ooc and it's canon??? Dot and Herb were both 100% in support of the commission's ethos, even if Herb was a bit shit at his job. Dot literally was in charge of the apocalypse and saw Five arrive & at no point thought that this was fucked actually).
plus, we already know they waited until Five was hopeless, alcoholic potentially passively suicidal, weak both physically and mentally, desperate. all likely to better control him.
what's to say they didn't also pick up him just in time to prevent his death? 45 years in a polluted wasteland can't be good on the body - and I don't about the general population, but most of the people I know in their 50s aren't fully grey. the stress was probably killing him all on its own.
they could have seen his death and gone back a few years/months/days to recruit him. but then that would mean they still have to fix whatever illness was killing him, and how do you do that? surgery.
perhaps that's how they recuit all of their agents. maybe that's how they get away with it not disturbing the timeline, take someone who was going to die anyway, and then force them into a debt of gratitude for saving their lives. idk.
I also think AJ was criminally underused. He's supposed to be the big bad of the commission, his character was originally adapted into the Handler but then they decided they wanted his design in the show or something.
I think his role in the comics is much more interesting, as a person who selected Five from a line up of assassins already in the commission and gave Five personal training, and assigned him to the JFK case,
I think he could have been adapted a lot better than he was, and like the surgery, he could have steered the commission back towards the villains they were always supposed to be - instead of The Handler (as amazing as Kate Walsh is to watch on screen I love her) we could have had AJ manipulating Five throughout s2.
as for Five & Luther, I don't mind them not being twins, because honestly their genetics are so different (Aidan is 20 something and he's probably going to stay at 5'5" while Tom is like 6'5", plus hair colour, skin tone, bone structure etc.) and we already know that they weren't planning on making them twins from the pilot script (Five is born a singleton to a polish teenager I believe).
I do think it would have been fun to repurpose this plotpoint for another pair. of the Umbrella's I actually think Five and Viktor pair quite well as they both have similar heights, hair colour, they both have that square jaw too. but I also think that this could have been an interesting way to give depth to the sparrows - Jayme and Alphonso could have been the twins.
Pennycrumb was... a let down? I don't think he should have been a big part of Five's character, but I also don't think he should have had 0 affect on it either.
otherwise??? honestly Hotel Oblivion was wayyy more interesting in the comics than in the show. I would have preferred something more in line with the comics but I think they were afraid of the classic horror elements and the classic superhero elements.
like the faceless bus boy guards
the hotel rooms, seemingly ordinary, being prison cells
the prisoners having enough freedom to move around the hotel and have relationships with each other but not enough to feel safe hanging around the hotel
i just.. i wish more of this had been incorporated into the show.
also.. art deco buildings.. my beloveds
this could have been the hotel Oblivion..
like ik they planned to go to japan to film s3 and that got fucked over by covid but like.. art deco is such a good aesthetic for a horror setting compared to the japanese style hotel we got (i've heard it called hotel orientalism as well so, theres that too).
if I had been in charge I would have had s3 focus on the mothers, develop their stories & why the umbrellas were given up for adoption & then linked this all to the 43 being the 16 instead. have the reveal be not that theyre dead but missing, non existant. because the children were taken by hargreeves to power Oblivion. if we somehow keep the kugelblitz then we use that as a distraction as to where and why all the sparrows keep going missing, and eventually the umbrella's numbers start to dwindle. until Oblivion is discovered and we find that every hotel room corresponds to a member of the 43 - maybe even have the brellies/sparrows numbers correspond to their door numbers somehow, or floor level.
idk I'm not a good writer but thats a bit of how i feel about the comics being adapted into the show..
sorry idk if i even answered your question? thank you again for the lovely ask!
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Halo (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader)
Authorâs Note:Â Howdy, folks! In my slow sift through and re-editing process of fics on my laptop and in my notebooks, I've re-come across this fic. It's probably been written for, what, a year and a half? Two years? and I've waffled on it because I didn't know if I should post it. It's a continuation of Angel, but if you've read it and want to stay sitting in the angst, you can. It's still angst, but, it might make you feel better? Idk. I cried writing it and then every time I've re-read it, and I think id I tried to write more, I'd be a vicious cycle of tears. Not my best editing, but. Enjoy!
Summary:Â Matt is grieving your loss hard even months after your death. It's like a non-stop film reel in his mind. He's wracked with despair, and ready to submit when his angel comes to his rescue.
Warnings:Â ANGST (dead dove, do not eat), talk of death, wounds (stab wound, gunshot wound, blood--canon typical violence), a lot of crying, hurt comfort?, Matt has a lot of self hatred in this from guilt
Other Characters:Â Father Lantom, Foggy Nelson
Word Count:Â 1,635
Everything is too loud and too quiet at once. Itâs been like that for the last couple of months since you died. His surroundings have been simultaneously amplified and dampened. He doesnât know how to function. He hasnât been able to figure out what life means without you. He doesn't feel as if he's living anymore.
Matt can feel when Father Lantom sits down next to him. He's been coming to church more often, as if his desperate prayers will change the past and bring you back to him. He can feel every last bit of the polyblend fibers in Father Lantom's black clothes, but it just feels like static to him. An indistinct haze. But even for as hazy as it is, for as much sensation as it is, it just makes Matt feel more numb. He tunes out Father Lantomâs words, and only when he feels his hand on his back does Matt actually pay attention to what his priest is saying.
âI was playing pool with a man onceâa unique fellow with an insightful mind,â the priest starts with a breath. âHe imparted words to me that were so incredibly wise it made a priest speechless. It was a simple question: âWhat is grief, if not love preserving?' As I let that sink in, he continued. He said that all those feelingsâthe anger, the sadness, even the hollowness, everything that brings a person to tearsâthat is all the unspoken love that you still have for someone. Itâs a good thing, Matthew. Love . . . Love isnât something you switch on and off like a lamp. Itâs shouldnât beâif it is, it isnât love.â
Matt sits in the pew, his heart heavy, hurting, and crumbling.
âI keep thinking Iâm going to find her at home,â Matt finally sniffles, his voice trembling. âI keep hoping that this is a nightmare and Iâm going to wake up and weâll be in bed and sheâll hold me the way she does after I have a bad dream. That sheâll make every bad thing Iâm feeling go away.â
Father Lantom puts a careful hand in Mattâs back, and itâs enough to have him break down.Â
âI miss her so much,â Matt weeps in the empty church. âI-I canâtâI donât know what to do.â
âMatthew . . .â
âShe died in my arms,â he sobs. âI couldnâtâI shouldâveâI need her. Iâm lost without her.â
Father Lantom knows thereâs nothing more to say as Matt lets his grief take center stage, feeling the pain course over him in violent wave after violent wave rather than pushing it down.Â
This is it, he thinks. This is where he dies, on some random rooftop.
And you know what? He couldnât care less. Being a lawyer, fighting this fight, day and night, itâs pointless. How can he try helping others when he couldnât help the person he cared about most? When she, dying in his arms, was comforting him? This is what he deservesâitâs better than what he deserves, he thinks. This is a relatively clean deathâa little bullet hole in his flesh. You were all but sliced in two. He deserves to be torn to bits for what he let happen to you . . . He deserves so much worse. But, as he lays there, bleeding out, all he can thing about is how he never deserved you. How you would have been so much better off without him.
How youâd be alive had the two of you never met.
âMatty?â he hears a gentle voice say. âMatty, Iâm gonna help you sit up.â
No . . . This isnât happening. The voice, he knows it. He thought heâd never hear it again.Â
(Y/N).Â
âGod, youâre heavy,â you grunt as you help him sit upright, a careful, warm hand over where he was shot as the other is firm on his back.Â
âWhaâHuh?â he starts to groan, panic quickly starting to bubble.Â
âMatt, calm down, itâs okay,â you urge. âIâm here, angel, donât worry. Youâre okay.â
He sputters your name in disbelief. âIs that really you?â
He feels how your fingers run through his hair and down to a loving grip on his forearm.Â
âHey, Matty.â
âSweetheart, whaâ?â
âMatt, I know itâs a lot. I know. But itâs okay. Iâm right here.â
âH-How?â he asks with tears in his eyes. âHow?â
He listens to you let out a sigh, how your brows furrow, trying to find the best answer to his question. âDivine intervention?â
âY-You died, (Y/N).â He smells the salt of your tears in the air. âYou died in my arms. Why didnât you hold on?âÂ
âI tried,â you tell him. âI wanted to. You were so scared Matt. God, Iâ.â You sniffle and bite your lip, a tear rolling down your cheek. âI would give anything to forget the pain on your face, Matty. But then I wouldnât have been able to see my favorite person.â You wipe the tears away from his cheeks. âMatty, Iâm not gone. Iâm with you always, you know that, right?â
âI couldnât save you.â
âYou saved the city and the world from a frightening reality. Youâve done it so many times, angel.â
âThat doesnât change what I failed to do.â
âForever the Catholicâfull of guilt.â You cup his cheek with your hand. âMatty, look at me. You are the best thing in the world that ever happened to me, you understand that? You made me feel so loved, so cherished, so safe, and so valued. I never felt more myself than being with you. Everything that you made me feel . . . Matt, thatâs love. Thatâs what love is, what it does, and what it feels like. And Iâm sorry I couldnât stay longer to have you realize that and feel the same.â
âI did, sweetheart, I felt it.âÂ
âThen you need to remember that feeling and let it guide you. I want you to be happy, Matt. I donât want you to be sad forever. I canât have that.â
âI miss you so much. I donât think thatâs ever going to stop.â
âItâs only a beautiful thing. Itâs all the unexpressed love. We never get enough time with each other, Matt. But the best part of it is, Matt? Weâre going to see each other again. Itâs gonna be a while, but when we do?â Matt can taste the salt in your tears. âBe there as much as possible for one another, Matt. Okay? Donât shut people out, donât push them away because you want to protect them or because you donât feel like you deserve happiness, because you will mourn that time you lost. Open up your heart again. Itâs one of the most beautiful things you can share.â
âI donât want to leave you,â he cries as he holds onto you. âI donât want to go back.â
âYou know you donât mean that.â
âI canât . . . I miss waking up next to you. It keeps getting harder. Itâs all crushing in on me.â He sniffles. âThe apartment is loosing your smell.â
Tears roll down your cheeks at his distress. âMatt . . .â you soothe. âI miss you more than I can say. There are absolutely no words in any language to tell you how much my heart hurts that Iâm not physically with you every day.â
âThen let me stay. Donât make me go back. Please let me stay here with you.â
âI canât make that decision. If . . . Matty, I know you know that youâre not finished on Earth.â
âAngel . . .â
âMatty?â you say softly. âCan you open your eyes for me?â
Tears stream down his face as he looks at you, his pupils locking onto yours for the first time. His hand carefully cups your cheek, afraid to touch youâlike youâll disappear. He gently touches your hair next, tucking it behind your ear before his thumb traces over your nose and cheek, finally brushing against your lips.
â(Y/N)?â he croaks.
âHi, Matty.â
Holding your face in his hands, he leans in for the kiss of a lifetime, pouring every ounce of love he has into in.
âH-How . . .? I don't . . . Youâre more beautiful than I could have ever imagined,â he sniffles as he moves to rest his forehead against mine. âGod . . . Youâre just . . . Youâre here. Youâre perfect.â
âThose are some super senses, huh?â you joke with a wet chuckle as you rest your foreheads on one another.
âI love you so much, (Y/N). I love you more than youâll ever know.â
âPull through for me, Matt,â you plea. âYouâre not done yet, my angel. I know youâre not.â
âYouâre gonna be with me, huh?â
âForever and always, every step of the way. And heyâI better not see you again until itâs your time. Actually your time.â
âPromise,â he says with a soft smile, holding your face in his hands as he looks at you with tears in his eyes, desperately trying to memorize every last detail in your face.
âLove you, angel.â
âLove you more.â
He feels the burning, piercing pain in his ribs before anything else. Then, itâs the dried blood on his skin. Foggyâs muttering to himself in the kitchen about how he needs to find better friends that donât dress up and prance around at night in ways that bring them two steps away from death.
When Mattâs eyes flutter open into a darkness heâs become accustomed to, tears begin to sting at his eyes as a fresh, strong whiff of your scent hits his nose in his apartment as if youâre walking by him like youâd done so many times before.
Forever and always.
While it hurts, Matt knows from that point on things will start to get a little easier. You're here with him, after all.
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Which one of the CE babes do you think would be most likely to date a single mom?
(i think maybe jake bc of how much he loves kids but idk)
Hi, nonnie! I love this question. I tried so hard to only pick a few, but the further I went, the more I could see each babe dating a single momđ«Ł so maybe itâs in descending order? Idk, lemme know what you think.
I think Jake definitely would. Heâd be absolutely great with the kiddos. I can see him being more than willing to stick a couple car seats in the back of his vehicle, ready to take you and the twins to the park, or maybe a nice meal at the local diner. And then eventually, home to his ma to introduce his three new favorite people đ„ș
Ofc Steeb loves kids. He wants to play baseball with your little slugger, maybe take him on runs when heâs older, teach him everything he knows and how to be a good man, no matter what era.
Ari also probably wouldnât mind dating someone with a kid, either. Heâs got one of his own that he gets every other week. He hopes your kids will get along well and be best friends. Well, he hopes theyâll stay friends, because their play date is how the two of you met in the first place. He wasnât really looking for anything, but in meeting you, he couldnât help himself, and heâs ready to go all in at love again, romantically and family-wise.
Andy knows at his age, itâs hard to find someone who doesnât have a kid. Sure, youâre a little younger than him and your kid is younger than Jacob, but she took to Andy so quickly and he absolutely adores the thought of a growing family. In fact, he probably wants more kids with you at this point. A product of your love, and heâll love every kid in that house equally.
Lloyd would be surprisingly good with kids if youâve softened him up for it. Heâs so locked in and drunk on you that you could have ten kids and he wouldnât care. Heck, if you want ten kids, heâs ready to have fun making them. He tries to be so tough sometimes, but all he illicits from your daughter are shrieking giggles.
You werenât sure how Curtis would react to you having a child. He seemed indifferent to a lot of things, so it was a surprise when his face lit up at the mention of her. Heâs so wonderful with your kid. The first time he greeted her, he spun her around. They both shared a soft, shy smile, as big as youâd ever seen from each. Heâs become her own personal jungle gym in the back yard every time he comes over.
Ran doesnât want a kid. His childhood was too fucked up and he fears he canât break the cycle. And thatâs okay to have that fear. đ«Ł but perhaps seeing your softness in parenting, how you show enough love for the both of you, maybe he can learn.
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Pink Pick-A-Pile (from 08.28.2022)
LMFAOOA IDK WHY I USED THIS PICTURE!!
but before reading, please realize when i made this, i was in a My Hero Academia reality shifting community. Currently, I am no active there, so if you find these posts,,, yes they were me. LMFAOOAOAO and some of this blog has been edited for my sanity.
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hi lovelies!! changing what i did last time for a pick a pile, im going to be doing a more motivational one!
by no means does it mean im going to be all nice, im just going to praise you and all that you and all youâre doing. its just gonna be less about WHAT and more about HOW you can change it and also motivating you to do more/what other things you can do to help you shift faster (if youâre still working to your first attempt) or how you can positively change your shifting journey. also you guys know i can be kind of blunt and then the alice in wonderland tarot is BRUTAL but im using the White Numen deck this time (which honestly is my nsfw deck LFMAJSUHNTE BUT I WANT AN EXCUSE TO USE THEM FOR A PICK A PILE!!!)
breathe in...
and out...
now please, pick a pile or two
Pile 1
Hello pile 1 and welcome to your reading!!
confirmation for this pile: 1111, angel numbers, reunions, supernatural dr, stability, not changing âim not seeing resultsâ, pisces, water signs, christmas/yule, holidays, âits just out my reachâ, unstable perspectives, cows, animals, outdoors
cards: the hanged man, knight of cups (r), six of wands, ace of swords
not even gonna lie, at first i got 11 cards.., i shuffled the 11 i got to make this pile smaller so i dont drain myself during the first pile jaoishtioeh
this pile is in either a state of waiting or a state of wanting change. youâre waiting for it and youâre working on it but its almost tiring? maybe youâre loosing the hope, motivation, the fire under your ass because of this waiting. i just remember that one blog that said that sometimes shifting is like a waiting game, i feel like thats the place you guys are right now.
in the kindest way possible, your emotions are out of wack. i feel a lot of stress, anger, hurt and just instability in emotions. maybe doing shadow work, vent art, sharing your feelings, poetry, etc. dont avoid these feelings because once you confront them and move on with life, it will be much easier.
again with being creative and venting in a not natural (?) way, ace of swords and six of wands is kinda like a âyeah do this.â a nod in the right direction. being creative and changing the way you develop and think about things will help you a lot. you got this babes! youâll get the big change you want when you start thinking outside the box. dont do the things you always used to do, but change the way you approach them and how you look at things. glass half full not half empty.
thank you pile one! i hope this resonates!!Â
Pile 2
hello pile 2! and welcome to your pile
heres confirmation:Â Â burning bridges, coming to an end, breaking negative cycles, âi know how it isâ, not trustworthy, being pissed off and arrogant, 555, spiritual connection (soulmates, twin flames, etc), 888,666, snakes
cards: Temperance, the hierophant (r), 10 of wands (r), the lovers
okay wow the first thing i have to say is so many major arcana cards - literally i thought the would ALL be major
this pile seems burnt out in a way (no pun intended based on the pile image) and you need to find a way to light your flame again. dont give up, and dont be scared to ask for help. if youâre struggling with spiritual beliefs/shifting/your journey PLEASE ask for help. dont cry in silence. break free from any cycle youâve been in. cleanse your energy and the energies around you. break ties with people who arenât helping you in any way. who are negative in your life. hold your ground and speak what you think and know is right. dont let someone else control and manipulate you in any way. be powerful, because you are. youâre in control.
with temperance and the lovers coming out i feel like this is almost why youâre shifting/what keeps moving you to shift. its moving into your god/goddess energy. being that powerful being you are. being assertive and knowing what is right for you. when youâre shifting/thinking about shifting/making an attempt remember why you started. remember your past self and who you want to be in the future, and who you want to surround yourself with. the people? are they different? know how to control and change the situation if you need it. you got this okay? youâll see who you want to see and be who you want to be.
thank you pile 2! i hope this resonated
Pile 3
hi pile 3!! literally accidently typed 333 so anyways
confirmation: 333, childhood, hello kitty, red, actions speak louder than words but its more about the effect on you life rather than what they did, water, ocean, 555, penguins
cards: five of wands (r), three of pentacles (r), death (r), the chariot, five of wands
okay first things first we have 3 reversed cards and thats like kinda?? because pile 3, accidently typing 333 and three of pentacles?? but lets move on
youâre moving away from hardships and being stuck in your own head and coming to terms and being at peace with your cr/or. youâre letting go of the things that made it bad and accepting them as memories and just things to hold on to and never let go of. more about the people than what they did.
are your goals not written out pile 3 and your true intentions behind them? or are you just not working to them? you may know your goals and not work to them, are you burnt out? take a break then! take care of yourself. you guys are the stubborn time but you need to listen to me when i say TAKE A BREAK ITS FOR THE BETTER! you may even shift on your break. you need to take a moment and be still because it will actually boost you forwards in the long run. sometime taking breaks helps you move forward. being able to take time and relight your candle. this will lead you to a peaceful and good ending. you can see the shore and youâre about to pull up.
honestly five of wands seems out of place to me, i ask spirit to give me cards in a way thats comprehensive and makes sense with the cards near/around it. it represents rivalry, conflict in a way. maybe spirit is saying on this break fix your relationship with someone, stop fighting and going back and forth. hold your ground, agree to disagree, and let go. also shifting isnt a race or competition, so dont rush it or you can get thrown off course.
thank you pile 3! i hope this resonated
Pile 4
confirmation: water, water signs, oceans, harmony, boobies , feet?? IN WATER??, âthe universe must have divined thisâ - dove cameronâs âboyfriendâ, bo burnham, âi gotta get out of hereâ, deities, blue, white, red, AMERICA
cards: two of wands, four of cups, six of swords, three of cups
okay so something i noticed right off the bat is there is a LOT of water i mean even in a card that supposedly represents air signs, shes in a boat in the water. anyways you guys are PLANNING unlike the last pile, you guys have a set out plan, goals, and reasoning. now you have a decision to make, are you going to look to external sources or work with yourself? i was called to get an oracle card bc you guys are different.
I got two cards actually, a time to give rather than take, new moon in virgo and a time for healing balsmic moon. so these cards, surprisingly, are saying the same thing. a change is coming, it may seem like its slow but its coming. i promise, and it will be surprising when it happens.
back again to tarot, because i actually only got to one card(!!) you guys are reevaluating and reflecting, i feel like you have been for a while, thinking and dwelling on the things you can change, have changed, and how far youâve come (NOT GOODBYE BY BO BURNHAM COMING ON IM DONE walks out door ok im back.. but anyways) stop romanizing everything and look at it in worse case scenario vs best case. the best case was already stated, now look at it as the worst thing that can happen. make that like the fuel for your flame and dont let it hold you back, let it drive you forward. this is where six of swords comes in, you ARE moving forward and you will keep moving forward the more you do. you will heal (ORACLE!!) and you are healing. six of swords can also be interpreted as an escape. maybe shifting is an escape for you?
for the last card, 3 of cups is all about harmony, friendships and community.
i know a lot of people (AND I MEAN A LOT OF PEOPLE) have left the MHA shifting community recently, but keep close to the ones you need/have made an impact on you. maybe theyâre leaving/have left but yk what you do? ask around. search and find. it reminds me of a bible verse âask and you shall gainâ or something like that. keep close to those who help you, keep the positive in your life not the negative. keep friends close okay? and talk to them, dont let go.
okay pile 4!! thats it, hope this resonated and you have a great day! also little side note, throughout writing this pick a pile i saw the lovers. so that may be important to some of you. im not putting it in confirmation because if you get this far down that means something for you.
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been having kitty hybrid!reader thoughts..
like. r being owned by momo but momo has to go to work or whatever during their heat cycle so momo sends sana to help âčïž
i have never written anything about hybrids but everyone has a first time in something sooo.... idk if i like how it turned out or not
i kinda like this idea ngll.. kinda mentions of cheating?? i made the reader kinda innocent like but idkkk take this drabble my dear mutual <3
"shes just so.. ugh how do i say it??" momo says as she sighs, sitting down on the black leather couch in the recording room, taking a break from the singing. Sana looks at her.
"needy for attention?" sana asks.
"i guess thats how you could say it...??" Momo says, thinking about what to do.
"I got so much work, recording these songs are gonna take soo many hours.. i cant help her"
"you know.. i already finished recording.. and she likes me so.. i can help if you want" sana says, looking at momo with a bit of hope because she has been eyeing you since the first day, but momo doesnt need to know... right?
"thank you so much!!!" momo almost screamed and hugged sana, being so glad that she offers her help. without any cost!!
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"you're so sweet do you know that?" sana says, looking down to you as you lay your head on her lap. you look up to her as she pats your head.
"thank you" you say shyly, squirming around on the couch.
"momo unnie is always working..." you say, sana looks at you and watches you speak.
"she doesnt give me attention" you continue. pouting a little.
"i can give you lots of attention my dear" sana says, smiling.
you sit upright, looking at her like a little child that gets candy.
"really???!!!" you ask
"of course i can, if you let me" she whispers.
why was she whispering?? but you dont care at all, sana giving you attention sounds sooo good!!!!
"please do" you say smiling.
sanas smirk confuses you.. why was she so happy about giving you attention??
your thoughts get interrupted by sana pinning you down on the couch, kissing your neck roughly but soft at the same time. you whimper and let out moans.
"sana unnie-" you moan.
"im giving you all my attention" she mumbles against your skin, going down on you.
you will definetly ask momo if sana can come more often after this...
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