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burn your life down | chef luca x fem!reader | chapter eight

summary: you and luca pick up where you left off a week ago.

warnings: fluff, smut (18+ only), literally just p*rn FOR the plot. big note on consent: there is protected (then sort of) unprotected sex in this chapter. the biggest point i'd like to make here is that both characters consent to both kinds and have a very open and honest conversation about it which, if you take away anything from this chapter, it's PLEASE HAVE HONEST CONVERSATIONS WITH THE PEOPLE YOU'RE SLEEPING WITH FOR EVERYONE'S SAFETY. ok rant over.

word count: 4.9k

listen to: the official 'burn your life down' playlist

a/n: another busy week ahead of me so I wanted to get this out here ASAP, but most likely won't be able to get the following chapter out for a bit. obviously, we don't know what happens w/ marcus' mom, but in this world, she doesn't die opening night of The Bear.

on another note: you guys are seriously the best and leave the sweetest and most excited comments/reblogs. i seriously love it when you guys scream at me in gifs/memes/all caps. let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from the taglist.

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“Yeah uh, everything’s been goin’ good. I think Carm’s still trying to deal with everything that happened since opening – I don’t know if you heard but – but… it’s been good,” Marcus says over his FaceTime call with his mentor.

“No, I hadn’t. Eh, haven’t talked to him much since before you visited,” Luca answers, hesitant to ask about what happened during that first night.

“Got locked in the fridge and kinda lost it but… he’s doin’ okay,” Marcus explains, summing up the events of The Bear’s friends and family night.

“How are you doing? How’s your mum?” Luca asks, changing the subject from Carmen to his mentee.

He’s had more contact with Marcus – knows more of what’s going on in Marcus’ life than Carmen’s for a bit now – and Luca wants to make sure he’s being a good friend to him, considering he’d heard about Marcus’ mom’s emergency the night of The Bear’s friends and family night.

“She’s hangin’ on but… it’s not lookin’ great. It’s hard, man. I’m… doin’ the best I can,” Marcus admits, solemnly.

“I can only imagine,” Luca empathizes, because he can’t bear the thought of losing his own mum.

“But uh… anyways, what’s up? What’s new with you?” Marcus asks, his voice much more energetic from the prospect of changing the subject.

“You sure you want to hear about me?” Luca hesitates cautiously.

“Yeah, man,” Marcus agrees. Luca can hear something so sure in his voice, as if Marcus is in dire need of a distraction – to talk about anything but his sick mom. “Shit. I’d love to hear about someone else’s drama for once,”

Luca chuckles softly, his voice light as he replies, “No drama on my end. Though. Ehm… I met a girl. I actually kinda have you to thank for it, mate.”

“What do you mean?” Marcus questions.

“Well. All that talk about inspiration…” Luca says, thinking about how what he’s just makes sense.

“... you know, about being open to things outside the kitchen…. After you left, it made me realize that it’d be a while since I’d taken my own advice. Got stuck on a menu, went out for inspiration, and, well you know what they say: the rest is history.”

He knows it’s not as simple as that, but it seems like Marcus needs a little good news right now.

“Oh shit! How’s that going?” Marcus asks, his tone much lighter now.

“I’m positively chuffed, mate,” Luca chuckles, unable to hide the i’m-very-much-enamored smile that spreads across his face.

“The fuck does that even mean, man?” Marcus teases with a laugh at the oh-so-posh-sounding expression.

Luca laughs again before explaining, “It means I'm pretty damn smitten.”

“Shit,” Marcus sighs.

He can see it all over his face as he continues to see his mentor.

“You’re a goner, man.”

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Luca walks you home this Saturday evening after his regular dinner date at your restaurant. While you had a steady flow of business tonight, Mathilde and the rest of your kitchen staff made it a point to rally so that you could join him for a bit. It’s been a week since your unplanned sleepover with Luca (and your pleasantly surprising sexy morning after), and you haven’t stopped thinking about it.

Haven’t stopped thinking about him:

The way he called you ‘love.’ The way he watched you fall apart with the most pleased look on his face. The way his fingers felt inside of you.

“Luca,” you begin.

The two of you stand across from one another, at a crossroads. The night could end here. You could say your goodbyes, give him a goodnight kiss, and go your separate ways, but that’s far from the option you’d prefer.

“Yes, love?” he asks you, as if he’s waiting for you to ask first.

There it is again.

Love.

Your eyes flicker from the cobblestone streets then back up to him as you the words fall out of your mouth:

“Do you… wanna come up?”

Something flashes across Luca’s face as he opens mouth to say something, pausing for a moment before answering, as if it’s an agreement to what you’re really asking, an ever-so confident,

“Yes.”

You smile, take a breath, then grab his hand as you turn towards the door to your building. As Luca follows you, the only sound between the two of you are your footsteps as you make your way up the stairs. The tension between you is thick, the anticipation of what happens next palpable, that takes shape as a pregnant silence. Luca is more-than-patient as you unlock your door, welcoming him into your home once again, before locking your front door behind you. He’s busy removing his shoes as you giggle, taking yours off as well.

Once both of you are barefoot, you reach for him, pulling him towards you so that he towers over you, your back pressed against the front door once again.

“This feels… eerily familiar,” Luca jokes softly, so close to kissing you that it hurts.

“Yeah,” you agree, under your breath. This is exactly where he had you a week ago, before you both decided not to do the thing you were about to do. “Think you might wanna… pick up where we left off? Now that neither of us are plastered?”

Luca waits a beat, leaning in and ghosting his lips over yours, causing you to gasp in response to his teasing.

“Do you?” he asks, his voice steady.

He wants to know that you’re sure. Wants to know that you want this as much as him. That you haven’t stopped thinking about the other day when he watched you fall apart on his fingers and how it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Yes,” you answer, your voice unwavering.

He swears under his breath before his mouth is on yours, kissing you so deeply that your head spins. You make a mental note to tell him later how absolutely perfect his lips are – how deliciously plump they are, how they feel perfect against yours, how talented they are. You kiss him back, allowing him to steal the air from your lungs as he does it, crowding you up against your front door.

Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you. You push your body against his, surprised at how steady his hands are, while yours feel so desperate, so frenzied, when he reaches for you.

His hands are all over you, leaving confident, strong touches all over your body: pulling you in closer to him by your hips, stroking up and down your back, sliding underneath the hem of your shirt like he’s already done this with you a thousand times before. With his hands already underneath your shirt, exploring new territory, and his mouth leaving a trail of wet kisses down your neck, his name leaves your lips like something between a sigh and a moan.

He hums in response, pulling back for a moment. Your heart skips as a beath, as blue eyes lock with yours in a heated, lust-filled standoff.

“Come with me,” you whisper, causing Luca to move aside, letting you lead him towards your bedroom.

On the way there, you flip a hallway light on so that you can at least see where you’re going. You feel his fingers tangle with yours as he grabs your hand, his heart pounding in his chest. As soon as you reach your bedroom, you sit him down on your neatly-made bed, before turning on a small, soft, golden lamp that feels like candlelight.

It’s just enough – more of a nightlight than a lamp, really.

You approach him without a word, and Luca marvels at you. You’re a sight for sore eyes: your hair messy from the heated makeout against your front door, your lips kiss-swollen from the fact that he can barely keep his hands, let alone his mouth off of you, your pupils blow wide with desire for him and only him. You pull your shirt over your head as you climb on to his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as you press a searing kiss to his lips.

“My god,” he murmurs, his hands coming up to meet the newly exposed skin. You settle into his lap, pressing your hips against his, arching your back into him in response to each touch. “You are so incredibly beautiful.”

You giggle before thanking him.

“Yeah, and I know that you know you’re hot,” you tease him in between kisses, because the man must know what he looks like, right? Luca mutters something about how he wasn’t trying to solicit a compliment from you as he lays back on your bed, taking you with him.

His hands hungrily grab at exposed flesh: the sides of your back, your breasts, the straps of your bra, just to pull them down enough to think he’s going to take it off. Impatiently, you grind your hips against where a tent in his pants has begun to form, earning a moan from his lips as he bucks his hips up to meet your clothed core.

“We should um-,” you start, already so turned on by the way Luca’s body moves against yours that you think you should bring this up sooner rather than later. “Things we should talk about….”

“Yes, my love?” Luca asks, grinding against you again.

You moan in response, throwing your head back as you giggle, knowing that he’s teasing you – testing your patience.

You settle down, just for a moment, both hands going to his well-toned chest. Luca’s hands still around your hips as you say:

“I have condoms. In my nightstand. And I’m also on the pill. I… just got back on it.”

Just got back on it when you started seeing him – you know, just in case this became a thing.

“I haven’t been tested since my yearly physical which was… almost a year ago… but I also haven’t exactly been having sex so,” you add, your eyes flickering away for just a moment before returning to Luca’s very blue ones.

“That’s very sexy,” he smiles up at you, his hands softly stroking your hips.

“What?” you ask with a giggle, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you shoot him a quizzical look.

“This… very direct communication,” he replies with a smirk, grinding his hips back up into yours again.

“Luca!” you squeal in response, catching yourself against him so that you don’t lose your balance.

He grins before answering, “My last test was three months ago at my yearly physical. Clean bill of health.” He pauses before saying the next thing.

“And I’m not seeing anyone else.”

You nod, leaning down to kiss him in understanding, “Okay.”

“Okay,” he replies, bringing you down once more for another passionate makeout.

Luca is right. It’s an even bigger turn on, the open communication, and now that you’ve gotten that conversation out of the way, you’re ready to dive in head first to exactly where you hope this is going. Getting undressed is a sexy, dreamy blur. You’re practically tearing Luca’s shirt over his head, unable to hide the fact that your jaw is near-on the floor as you take it in the hard planes of his abdomen. He expertly removes your bra, and before you know it, he’s gotten you onto your back, and you’re kicking your pants off to the bottom of the bed.

Luca pins both of your hands to the bed overhead with one of his hands – his fingers laced with some of yours as he holds them in place – while his other hand once again makes its way between your legs. You gasp in anticipation, unable to stop the confession that comes out of your mouth.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about that. About you. All week,” you whisper, eager to have him touch you again.

“That so?” Luca asks cockily, in between kisses.

“Yes,” you gasp, squirming underneath your touch as two his fingers dance over your clothed core.

From the wetness pooling between your legs up to your clit, the way he touches you sets off sparks all over your body. You pant, unable to think straight as Luca pulls your pantied aside, his fingertips meeting your wetness immediately. He moans in response to this discovery, his forehead pressed against yours, and you cry out when he finally gives you what you’ve been begging for, as he slips a finger into you.

“Luca,” you sigh, like you’ve gotten the only thing that could remedy your restlessness as of late.

Luca kisses you again, his tongue slipping into your mouth for a millionth time tonight as he begins sliding his finger in and out of you.

“You’re so wet, love,” he coos, teasingly, into your mouth. “It’s too easy. The way my fingers slide in and out of you.” He pushes another finger into you, beginning to stretch you again at a deliciously slow pace. “You want me this much?”

And all you can do is moan, arch your back in response to the pleasure he brings you, his hand keeping both of yours above your head while he has you at his mercy.

“So good,” you cry, as you breathe heavily. “So good. It feels-. Fuck.”

He chuckles cruelly, breaking the kiss between you as he pulls his fingers from you. You whimper in response, impatiently, greedily. The man has you under a sexual spell and you could care less about anything else right now.

“I already know how you feel about my fingers. Think I should give you my mouth too, hm?” he rasps, his question anything but rhetorical.

Luca releases your hands that he’s pinned to the mattress, beginning to kiss down your jaw, your neck, your bare torso, pausing to take each of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue flickering across them like it’s a goddamn preview.

“I need to hear you say it,” he commands, his voice quiet yet dominant. Luca pauses, his journey south, leaving hot, open mouthed kisses across your belly as he looks up at you with piercing blue eyes.

“D’you want my mouth? Will you let me taste you?”

“Please,” you’re too quick, too eager to respond when you’re looking down at him, looking down at the sight before you.

Without hesitation, Luca tears your panties down your legs, impatiently tossing them behind him. He begins kissing the inside of your right thigh, alternating between soft kisses, and gentle love bites that have you squealing in delight. You let out soft moans in anticipation, sure that whatever happens next will bring you to an early grave.

A hiss in pleasure escapes your lips as you feel the heat of his breath fan over you, but before your brain can even catch up, Luca’s licking a broad stripe up your core, parting you open for him and only him.

You cry out, your head thrown back as he buries his face between your legs, tracing fierce abstract shapes over your clit. He moans against you, the vibrations too much as you surrender to him. He alternated between sucking and licking, and it’s not till he’s pushing two fingers back into you that your hands are grasping at the sheets, grabbing at the back of his head as your body writhes in pleasure.

You can feel it, that spark so deep in your belly, the coil that winds itself so tightly that the only thing it can do to relieve any tension is to snap.

“Luca. I’m gonna cum,” you beg him, a desperate whine in your voice. “Please don’t stop.”

He doesn’t. It’s as if he couldn’t bear the thought of it – like he could never be cruel enough to deny you what you’re asking for when your voice sounds so sweet, so desperate, so on fire for him.

Using his fingers and his mouth in tandem, he’s relentless in bringing you to your climax, so determined to keep his name on your lips with every gasp, moan, and exhale.

And god, does he love the way it sounds: when you’re moaning it, when you’re begging him not to stop, when you make it sound like a symphony – like he’s just created a goddamn masterpiece.

He’s left you breathless, and all you can do is breathe, allowing your brain to catch up with the pleasure your body has just experienced. Luca makes his way back up to you before pressing a searing kiss to your lips. You can taste yourself on his lips, and you have no intention of stopping now.

You can feel the weight of him as he folds his body over yours. Curious hands begin to move as you become more and more interested in exploring Luca’s body. His muscles flex underneath your fingertips as a reminder of the sheer strength of the man above you. Luca groans as you cup him over his pants, before you begin to undo his pants.

“Do you… want to grab a condom?” he asks softly.

You pause, your hands to meet his gaze with your own.

“Uh.. yeah,” you reply. You had every intention of returning the favor, but perhaps that’s something you’ll save for tomorrow. “Let me just um….”

You sit up, and Luca pulls back, kneeling on the bed as he finishes the job, undoing the button on his pants as you open your nightstand to grab a condom. You place the condom down on the bed next to you, before laying down, your legs spread enough so that Luca can settle between them as you watch him slide his pants and briefs down over his erection.

Holy. Shit.

The man’s an adonis.

And…

Well, you know you shouldn’t be surprised.

He’s 6’ 3” for godssake.

But as you see his cock standing tall, hard, precum leaking from the tip, you’re glad you’ve had quite the night of foreplay so far, especially since it’s been a while since you’ve taken a lover. Instead of hesitating, you sit up just for a moment so that you can pull him over you, pulling Luca down to you for a kiss. He’s quick to respond, using one tatted hand to cradle the back of your head, deepening the kiss as he lays over you once again.

Your right hand makes it way between you, beginning to stroke him, earning a hiss of pleasure from Luca as you wrap your hand around his thick length. He bucks into your hand and you stroke up and down his erection a few times before guiding him towards you, allowing him to use your slick as lubricant as the two of you grind against each.

You know you should do the responsible thing, but you can’t help wondering what it would feel like too. But there’s time for that. Another time for that…

As if he’s read your mind, Luca grabs the condom next to you, before sitting up. He carefully rips open the foil packet before tossing it somewhere on the floor, giving both hands the freedom to slide the latex over his hard on. And then he’s back on you, folding his body over yours as you make room for him between your legs, pressing the gentlest kiss to your lips.

“You sure you want to do this?” he asks, and you think you’ll melt with how damn considerate he is.

“Yes, baby,” you whisper back, it being the first time you’ve called him that. “Yes.”

With your ‘yes’ Luca reaches down, pressing his thick tip against your opening, then begins to push in. You both gasp at the contact as he holds your gaze, and you feel the slightest pinch as he stretches you open. Luca caresses the side of your face, watching you for any sign, any kind of reaction that you’d want to stop. He keeps his eyes on you, pushing deeper, and then deeper, till he bottoms out.

Leaning his forehead against yours as he pauses, he’s got to focus on not cumming right then and there.

“Fuck. You feel so fucking good,” he exhales, letting the way you feel take over him. You’re all warm, wet, pulsing heat and it feels too fucking good.

You give yourself a moment to adjust to his size, before beginning to give him a few experimental movements, grinding your hips where the two of you are connected. Without having to say a word, Luca understands, dragging his hard length out of you at an unbearably slow pace, before pushing back into you, eliciting moans from the both of you this time.

“Do that again,” you murmur, your eyes fluttering close and you focus on the delicious drag of his cock.

He does it again, this time thrusting a little bit harder into you, causing you to moan a little louder this time. His mouth is back on yours as he begins to set a rhythm, thrusting in and out of you while you meet his hips with yours, rocking against him at a pace that matches. It’s as if Luca’s begun to map out your body, wanting to memorize every little thing that makes you tick, that makes you scream, causes you to grasp at any grabbable surface – the sheets, his hair, his back.

His mouth is back on yours, swallowing your moans as he continues to fuck you. You’ve settled into a rhythm that feels just right – something that you can get completely lost in. It could be minutes, hours, days that you’ve been here, chasing mutual pleasure, wrapped up in each other’s arms like you need it to breathe. The way he moves against you is strong, yet gentle as Luca makes love to you, whispering the filthiest things into your mouth, into your ears, the soft canvas of your skin, as if he’s engraving them in stone.

You take me so well. So fucking pretty like this. My beautiful girl.

“Luca,” you gasp, as he gives you a particularly euphoric thrust.

“Hm?” he hums in response.

“Let me ride you,” you request, your eyelids heavy as he stays close to you.

“Yeah?” he asks you, one expressive eyebrow raising up.

“Yeah,” you nod.

Luca kisses you deeply before pausing, pulling out of you and rolling over onto his back. He thinks he’s died and gone to heaven as he watches you climb on top of him, your disheveled sex hair and desire to fuck him seem to awaken something primal in him. As you hover over him, your knees framing his hips, you line yourself up with him before taking him once again.

Luca groans, letting his hands trace gentle patterns up and down your body – his hands smooth over your ass and caress your breasts, as calloused fingertips drag across your stomach, your shoulders, your ribcage – as if he's writing a love letter against your skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, his voice low and gravelly.

He moans, closing his eyes as you begin moving your hips over him, forward and back, beginning to ride him like you’d asked to earlier. Large hands make their way to your hips, as you continue your movements, this time leaning down to kiss him. Luca moans into your mouth as your tongues tangle together, your hips never ceasing their grind against him.

It feels too good.

You feel too good.

You break the kiss this time, placing your hands on Luca’s chest for leverage as you begin to speed up your pace, letting out a moan as you fuck yourself on your lover. Back arched, hair messy, and your head thrown back, you’re completely lost in the way that he feels inside of you.

“Look at you,” Luca marvels, hands everywhere as you bring yourself closer to your second orgasm of the night. “My god, love.”

And before you know it, Luca’s sitting up, sitting tall, wrapping one of his long arms around your torso while the other braces against the bed behind him. He’s thrusting his hips up into you, his hand moving to the small of your back to keep you in perfect harmony with him. The way he hits the back of you with each thrust, how deep he is, how good it feels has you so, so close for the second time tonight. You cry out in response to a particularly hard thrust as your body slumps, resting your forehead against Luca’s shoulder.

You are no longer in control. It’s funny really – and sweet – that he let you think even for a second that you could be. But when he’s bouncing you up and down like this over his hard length, thrusts becoming more erratic, more chaotic, sloppier, you have no choice but to surrender to him. You hold onto his back and his shoulders for dear life as he fucks up into you and you can tell he’s close too.

“God, you’re so good. You’re so fucking good at this,” you whine, all nerves, and explosive pleasure behind your admission.

“I’m close. Baby, are you-?” Luca struggles to get out, the tension in his brow telling you everything you need to know.

“Yes. Harder. Fuck. I’m gonna cum,” you sob, sure that your neighbors will send you the dirtiest or looks when you run into them in the hallway tomorrow.

You cry out as his fingers return to your clit, rubbing hasty circles against you in an effort to take you there with him. All you can do is moan as you busy your mouth with leaving kisses and love bites against his shoulders and chest.

It’s somehow too much and not enough all at once as your orgasm rips through you, your entire body contracting against his. You bite down on Luca’s shoulder, and you think the pain and pleasure combined is what gets him across the finish line as he fucks you through your climax. Before you can properly come down, it’s one, two, and then a third hard thrust up into you before he lets out a primal grunt, pressing your hips down hard against his.

Luca stills inside of you, panting as the ripples of pleasure course through his body, his ears ringing from how hard he came. His eyes meet yours, and he chuckles, moving a piece of hair from your face before tucking it behind your ear.

“Hi,” he smiles, watching you carefully.

“How ya doin?” you ask him, teasingly.

He shakes his head with a laugh before pulling you towards him so that he can kiss you once again.

“I’m great,” he answers, in between kisses.

“Me too,” you agree as your lips curl into a smile against his. You press one more kiss to his lips before pulling back. As you climb off of his lap, allowing him to slip out of you, the two of you hit the mattress like you’ve just run a marathon.

“Come here, love,” he says, encouraging you closer to him.

More than happy to oblige, you curl up to his side, one of your legs wrapping around his as you lay on your side. You giggle, settling into the softness of moment, pressed up against the guy that just fucked your brains out.

“What?” he asks, in regards to your laugh.

“I just-,” you start, before giggling again. “That was really hot.”

Luca gives you a comforting squeeze, hugging you closer to him as you relax even further into his body.

“Yeah it was,” he agrees, a grin spreading across his lips.

He looks over at you to see that you’re on your way to being fast asleep. You’ve closed your eyes, so perfectly tucked underneath his arm as you rest against his body. Luca places a gentle kiss on top of your head as he grins to himself again. He’s not sure what to call it – this thing he’s feeling – because it’s too soon to call it anything, but whatever it is, he knows that his friend was right:

He’s a goner.

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Luca doesn’t know what he did in a past life to deserve this, but as he watches you take him into your mouth, he knows he must’ve done something right. Your name escapes his lips like a prayer as you spend your morning going down on him, completely incapable of ignoring the hard-on you woke up to minutes ago.

You’d promptly pushed him onto his back before asking if you could.

And who was he to say no?

“Shit,” he hisses, as your tongue runs over the head of his hard, leaking cock.

“Wait, just-. I don’t want to cum yet. I-,” Luca stammers out, using all of his self control not to cum in your mouth right then and there. “I want to fuck you again.”

His words shoot straight to your core as you release him, climbing back over his body and letting him roll you onto your back.

“Do you want me to grab a condom?” he asks you, nipping at your jaw as his fingers discover that you’re already ready for him.

His words from last night echo in your head:

And I’m not seeing anyone else.

“No,” you say, immediately searching his face for some kind of negative reaction. “Is that okay?”

He nods, one side of his mouth turns up into that crooked smile that makes your heart race.

“Fuck,” he rasps, his head spinning as he lines himself up with your entrance, beginning to push in.

“Of course it is, love.”

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Hi hi! I hope ur doing great:> so here is a req for ur writer's block, I wonder of u could do a crocodile + age gap/size kink kinda vanilla-ish🧎🏻‍♀️I rarely ask for this man but since you are very good at writing I really like to see smth in your style of him, aaand feel free to ignore if you're not ok w it! Thanks<3

you're my fave so do take care !

Ahh my second request for Sir Crocodile! He's soo fun to write for, so thanks for this--hope you enjoy <3

CW: NSFW/18+; afab!reader, no pronouns used; implied age gap [no specific ages mentioned]; size kink; piv sex WC: 592

If there is one thing Crocodile cannot resist, it’s a sweet, young thing like you—fresh-faced, all smiles and good manners, every sentence punctuated by “yes, sir,” and “thank you, sir,” a tremor of nervous laughter filling the spaces in between. He likes the way you seem so eager to please, how your voice is tinged with hints of an unexplored yearning as you ask if there’s anything else you can do for him, anything at all he needs from you; he quickly grows to adore the way your hands tremble when he meets your gaze and holds it, just enough to rattles the edges of the papers clutched in your hands as you placed them on his desk. You’re the perfect prey, he thinks as he lights his cigar and watches the way your hips sway as you leave the room, and an uncontrolled desire sweeps through him like a storm.

Crocodile is a patient man, willing to lie in wait for the perfect opportunity to strike, but you make it easy for him, yielding long before he thought you ever would. He’s almost surprised at how you practically present yourself to him on a silver platter: the hem of your skirt seems to be growing shorter every day, your longing glances becoming less furtive and more overt, your fingertips brush wantonly against his large hand as you pass him his lighter and stand in his looming shadow, his body practically eclipsing you. His sense of restraint grows more tenuous as the days pass, and it becomes almost impossible to contain the twitch of his aching cock against the fabric of his trousers as your every lustful “yes, sir” sounds less and less a sign of respect and deference and more a declaration of your willingness to surrender.

It only takes one carnivorous look from Crocodile, one gruffly uttered, “Bend over, sweetheart,” and your quaking hands are flat on his desk and the tip of his hook is flipping up that damned little skirt of yours, his wide hand exploring every inch of you while thick, rough fingertips pinch and grope at your exposed flesh. His large, muscular form cages you in, surrounds you completely until there is nothing else but him, and you moan in anticipation as you hear the unbuckling of a belt and the rustle of fabric behind you. The thick head of his cock glides along your pussy lips, collecting your copious slick, and his low voice growls, “Don’t worry, doll, I’ll give you everything a pretty little thing like you deserves—but right now, this is about me.”

His immense strength is evident as he thrusts into you, hard and deep, stretching you almost beyond your limits with every stroke, the clenching and fluttering of your tight cunt quickly pushing him closer and closer to the edge. There was nothing in this world he couldn’t have, nothing that was out of his reach, yet burying himself inside your drenched cunt was, in this moment, more of a victory than any battle he’d won. A satisfied groan reverberates in the vast expanse of his lush office as he spills himself into you with a shudder of his hips. His breath is heavy as he leans down into you, almost engulfing you with how his body rests upon yours, his broad chest pressed against your back.

He chuckles softly as he murmurs into your ear: “I hope you didn’t have any plans, sweetheart, because I think it’s going to be a long night for you.”

#lo's requests #lo writes #crocodile x reader #one piece smut

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maryhadalittlehobby · 5 months

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Recap of my experiences at the IWTV Premiere April 30, 2024

I found out about if from one of the most unlikiest sources. A person I thought was an even bigger fandom lurker than myself😅 I wasn't even gonna ask but I said fuck it, maybe they know someone who knows someone. And they did but said people were under ndas. Initially said they couldn't say but then last minute said they believe they knew where it was going to be.

I didn't say anything because 1) I didn't want them or their friend to get in trouble by spreading the info. 2) possibly spread misinfomation if that wasn't the place and 3) nobody asked lol

I thought I would just show up and see what I could see. In the past I have done this at a Walking Dead premiere. At that event it turned out that they had a lobby full of props that anyone could enter and take pics of. They even had walkers roaming around. Then the kicker-I got into that TWD premiere TICKETLESS by pure accident! So why not fuck around and find out again.

I put on a "closet cosplay" of Claudia in the upcoming yellow dress using all stuff I already owned and headed out.

I walked up to Mckittrick hotel, asked if there was a standby or waiting list but the person said they didnt know. There was a lot of important looking people surrounded with guards double checking lists and whatnot so I gave up that angle and loitered around with the other 15 or so fans who found the location too hoping to just see a glimpse of our favs.

Didn't have to wait to long as one by one they started showing up. The first one I noticed was Delainey and she slayed in that black sheer number. She was soft-spoken and a little shy but took her time and signed/took pictures with all the people who were there. Not sure if she knew I was cosplaying Claudia but she did compliment my contacts.

I had all my pics on motion video so if I didnt like the actual pic there was a few frames of vid to pick from as well. The actual video is a bonus! Too bad I can only link 1 video here but a lot of vids are on my IG in the highlight. Same name!

Then Sam came. As soon as he exited the car the wind blew his hair back and I lost my train of thought. He is pretty and his eyes are a lighter shade of blue than they look in pics. Also he is blonder! And so slim! The suit they had him in was a fun nod to vintage suits.

He too complimented my contacts! In the vid he is asking me questions about them but as soon as I take the pic another fan was yelling his name and grabbed his attentionl. Not mad lol I probably would have gotten less coherent the more I talked😅

Jacob showed up soon after-all smiles. What a cutey. He was damn near falling in the garbage they had us lowly non invites next to trying to contort this way and that to sign and take pics. Again-so small! And he too complimented my contacts😁 if the suit would have been properly tailored( the pants looked to long!) It would have been slay

Not gonna lie I kinda blacked out after meeting Sam so my memory with jacob is fuzzy.

Assad and Luke arrived together shortly after but got whisked away pretty quickly so I didn't get a pic with them. Eric was the very first to arrive and despite me being there I missed him too.

But I was sooo happy getting the unholy family little else mattered. I contemplated waiting after but I was BUZZING with adrenaline and starving lol. My fandom plug said she did come after and met EVERYONE and their momma. Cast and crew alike and they were still happy to engage even after their long night❤️

Finally Fang Gangers, please do not repost/ reupload/ or screenshot anything of mine as your content. Linking back / sharing is ok.

🖤🧛🏾‍♀️

#iwtv premiere #iwtv cast #amc iwtv s2 premiere #iwtv #sam reid #jacob anderson #delainey hayles

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sturnstars4 · 2 months

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high school sweethearts-c.sturniolo • right here (story 3)

warnings: angry parents, fluff

summary: your parents find out about you and chris, but will they be ok with it?

“y/n, are you ready for dinner?” your mom asks, calling you downstairs.

“sorry mom, i can’t tonight. i have plans.”

“what plans do you have that could possibly be more important than your family?” your dad asks.

you’ve never had the best relationship with your parents. sometimes they leave for weeks and leave you and your sister alone. sometimes they’re so overbearing it makes you want to runaway.

“i’m going out.” you say.

the real reason is because you had a date with your boyfriend chris, but you didn’t want to tell them because you knew they wouldn’t approve.

“well no shit! with who?” your dad slams his hands on the table, yelling at you.

“with some friends.”

he grabs you by the neckline of your shirt, pulling your face only inches away from his.

“listen here, you little shit. i’m not stupid, i know you’re going out with friends. i’m talking about which ones you dumb whore!” he growls.

“i’m not a whore! you’re the one who cheated on mom twice with aunt sarah, and bribed me not to tell!” you shove your hand over your mouth after realizing what just slipped out.

“really mike?” your mom seems hurt.

“damn it, y/n. here you go messing things up again, like always. our family would be better off if you were never born!”

it stings.

hard.

“mike that is too far! i’ve had it with your gaslighting and your manipulation!” your mom speaks up for once in her life to your dad.

you stand there, unable to move. unable to think, talk, breathe. you can’t do anything.

all you felt were the vibrations coming from you phone, likely chris asking why you weren’t at his house for you guys’ date.

you feel a weight on top of you, like you can’t breathe.

you eventually see darkness and feel your head hit the floor.

“y/n? y/n!”

“i’m done here, i’m gone.”

is all you can hear faintly before you’re out for good.

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you open your eyes, seeing bright white lights and a doctor.

“she’s finally awake!” you hear a familiar voice say.

it sounds like your mom.

you’re memory comes back, remembering the harsh words of your father and the genuine concern of your mother. your sisters scared, wide eyes. everything.

“sweetie, he’s not there anymore. he’s gone.”

you don’t even need clarification, you know she’s talking about dad.

“really?”

“yes, really. now it’s just me, you, and your sister.”

“i love you mom.”

“i love you too y/n.”

you lay in the bed, feeling the pain in your lower neck and you head, but you feel a million pounds lighter knowing you don’t have to face your father anymore.

“y/n, you have a visitor.” you mom says, nodding not somebody that’s standing outside of your room.

“who?” you ask.

as soon as you ask, you see your boyfriend chris walk into the room, holding flowers.

“hey, y/n!” he says, walking over and kissing you in the forehead.

“hey chris,but, um, how did you know mom?”

“well he kept calling you and texting you, so i just kinda figured. i’m gonna leave you two alone for a minute.” she replies walking out, talking to the doctor.

“i was so worried about you baby. i’m so glad your okay.” chris says, running his hands over your arm.

“i’m sorry about our date last night. my dad freaked out and, well, then this happened.”

“don’t apologize y/n, it’s not your fault. i knew i should’ve kept a better eye on you, especially around your dad.”

“chris it couldn’t be avoided, and it’s fine. i’m okay now. let’s just enjoy the moment.”

“ i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too chris.” you reply as he kisses you.

“how did you get here?”

“matt drove me. he’s waiting in the car.”

“well i probably shouldn’t keep you waiting. i get to leave here in a few hours, then me, my mom and my sister are going apartment shopping. wanna come?”

“i’d love to. i’ll see you later y/n. i love you.”

“i love you chris.”

i hope you liked the story! thanks for reading and i take any requests!!

#sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo imagine #sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris smut #christopher owen sturniolo #matt sturniolo x you #matthew bernard sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #nicolas antonio sturniolo #chris x y/n #y/n #chris x reader

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igotsnothing · 8 months

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Thank you for the tag @alinelie! This was fun and super cute!

Two OCs. Two bags. One bad attitude.

Let's go:

what's in my oc's bag? (picrew) vessel

Gideon and Sasha

Sasha: Why do people need to know? What's in YOUR bag, huh?

Gideon: Calm down. It's supposed to be for fun. Do you want to play or not?

Sasha: Fine. You first.

Gideon: I don't normally carry a bag. Pretty much everything I need to do can be done digitally. But sometimes, if I am going to be offsite or there's a conference, I have this:

A Tom Ford leather messenger bag, Prada black leather gloves, Loro Piana vicuña scarf, Mont Blanc pen, an Hermès handkerchief, some tissues, my phone, computer, earpods, some change for incidentals, mints, Augustinius Bader lipbalm, the keycards to my apartment and office, a pair of Cartier glasses-

Sasha: Vampires need glasses?

Gideon: -My eyes can get tired if I have been looking at a computer screen for too long- and some cold-pressed plasma fruit juice. Your turn, kitten.

Sasha: Don't call me that.

Gideon: My feisty kitten.

Sasha: F*ck you.

Gideon: See? So fierce!

Sasha: Ok. Welcome to MY bag:

A Super Sim Saver Shopper reusable bag that Big Oso, the homeless guy near my house, gifted me for giving him a cigarette. My phone. It's about four years old and works perfectly fine, except that sometimes the sound cuts out randomly when you are playing music or on a phone call and the bottom right of the screen- like, the pixels are kinda f*cked up? It's OK, though.

Gideon: ...Do you want me to get you a new phone?

Sasha: This works fine.

Gideon: *Eye roll*

Sasha: I have my cigarettes and my zippo lighter.

Gideon: I thought you were trying to quit.

Sasha: I am, but it's wasteful to just throw it out! Then I have some change that some VERY GENEROUS customers left as tips for me at the diner. Next time I see them, I'm gonna-

Gideon: Um...Moving right along.

Sasha: This is an empty RadBull can. I think someone left it at the diner and we were closing and Hector told me to bus the damn table just as we were locking up, so I just tossed it into my bag. I should chuck it. Sh*t! I think it leaked a little! Oh, and this is the keycard to Gideon's. I keep it safe in this little pocket here.

Gideon: *Can't help grinning, pleased.*

Sasha: And these are some pretty leaves I saw on the ground at the Square in the Spice Quarter.

Gideon: That's really sweet, Sasha.

Sasha: Shut up! Now I'm going to smoke them! Oh, and there is a mechanical pencil and an eraser. Those are Tito's. I really should return them.

Gideon: That was fun, no?

Sasha: Wanna switch bags?

Gideon: [Chuckling] Do I get to keep you if I get the bag?

Sasha: Yeah...Whatever...*Finally cracks a rare smile.*

#tag games #alinelie #what's in the bag?#sasha is pure chaos #sims 4 story #sims 4 vampires #DARKER #sasha #gideon #gideon the kitten tamer #sasha collecting pretty leaves kills me #he has a sweet and whimsical side

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anonymous-pride-trooper · 3 months

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OK WHAT THE HELL!?

So small context, I still didn't move (yeah... complications-). I went to work today and everyone for some reason was gathered around a table. I wasn't really told why everyone was snickering and laughing. I mean... usually the atmosphere is a lot lighter when Jiren isn't at work so I kinda understood that but not why they were this happy. That was until I did get through to the table they were surrounding. It was a box of chocolates FOR GOD DAMN JIREN. Yeah, shocker. Thank god dude wasn't at work (neither can he see my tumblr so hallelujah) because WHAT!!? The only thing we know is from where it was bought and most likely sent, Universe 2. I mean this brand is only avaliable there, the card was from there, heck the services used are from universe 2!! I am SO questioning myself. @conherofrost Get Hit over here and ask him can he like... Trace an IP address? Dude we gotta know who sent it and there is no way in HELL it was anyone we know, the writing is fancy but not fancy enough to be Hit's (no offense Hit but your writing is like one of a doctor). Anyone who has ANY idea please message me. Anyway we are gonna put cameras in the main hall soon, since we gotta know if it's finally Jiren or someone else stealing from the donation box.

#anonymous pride trooper #jiren

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mellarkisa · 1 year

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jiara movies x My Best Friend's Wedding

God, what the hell was she doing?

She fled from the lilac silk dress that was stinging her and Emily's romantic speeches, barely waiting to go back to the dressing room and start a call with Cleo, who didn't stop talking for a second. Still in her bra and panties, she looked for her lighter to try to light a damn cigarette, but she couldn't find it in the middle of that mess. Fuck, she really needed a smoke.

"Fuck this!" she threw her purse on the couch.

"Kiara, are you listening to me?" Cleo squeaked and Kiara balanced the phone against her shoulder and her face.

"No, Cleo, I'm kinda busy here."

"Sorry if I'm trying to be a good friend and help you think of some plan to crash your best friend's wedding, since you don't have any," she snapped wryly.

"Don't say 'crash my best friend's wedding', I feel like a movie villain like that."

"Well, I don't see what else to call it, Kie"

Well...

"I'm saving him from a terrible idea" she tried and heard Cleo chuckle on the other end.

"Yes, saving him to be with you" she pointed out.

Ok. Maybe her motives weren't entirely altruistic. But JJ wasn't thinking straight. Clearly. Marrying a kook he'd known for a year? That didn't sound like him, that didn't sound like her Jayj. But it was real and it was happening.

"Emily looks like a doll, Cleo! So dreamy and-" A brief knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Thinking it was the seamstress, Kiara urged her to come in, while she waited for her friend's answer.

"Calm down, girl…"

But it wasn't the seamstress. It was JJ. Clutching a bridesmaid dress in his arms, he seemed more surprised by her startled yell than by her lack of clothes. He chuckled as she tried futilely to cover herself with her arms. "Hi" she said uselessly.

"Do you want me to turn around or something?" his smile widened as he leaned back in the doorway, his damn dimples showing as he looked way too comfortable with the situation.

Kiara searched for anything she could cover herself with, clumsily clinging to her coat and wrapping it around her body.

"You weren't the person I was expecting..."

He shrugged and twirled the end of the hanger in great amusement.

"I've seen you a lot more naked than that."

Kiara bit her lip, not at all surprised by the insinuation, resisting the urge to flirt. It was hard when he looked the same JJ as ever, who she knew would flirt back.

"Well… things are different now."

He nodded briefly and, for a moment, neither of them knew what to say. Maybe she killed the moment, reminding him that they weren't as young, passionate, and free as they used to be. A lot had changed.

"Yeah, I think they are."

He turned the end of the hanger again before placing her dress gently on the chair that stood there. He looked nervous, the way he did when he tried to hide it, and there was a small satisfaction when Kiara realized that she could still read him well. He backed to the door, and before leaving he gave her one of those mischievous smiles that told her everything was going to be okay. JJ looked her up and down, not ashamed to drink in the sight of her half-naked body before leaving:

"You look really good... without your clothes on."

The door had barely closed before Kiara fell unceremoniously onto the couch, her legs too shaky to stand. The intensity of his gaze, the familiarity with which he changed the energy of the room with a smile, or even his stupid bright blue eyes were too much for her.

A glimmer of hope began to glow deep inside her chest, and Kiara blindly reached for her phone lying on the couch, and by some miracle Cleo was still on the call.

"KIARA!"

"Cleo… I'm back in the game"

#jiara #obx #outer banks #jj maybank #jj x kie #jiara fic #kiara carrera #my best friends wedding #jiara au #jiara x movies

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blurrymango · 1 year

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Sapheans! Yippee! Ok so. Basically I kinda rip-offed Homestuck trolls lol sue me.

So-

These motherffuckers live on a really huge and damn dangerous planet with two suns and mostly hostile creatures. There's a lot of wild and different types of climates. The water is acidic, the clouds are extremely dense, and plants are also very dangerous. Yet though, these ffuckers seem to be the only sentient bitches on the whole damn orb.

There's a lot of racism ffucking obviously but it's coming from all sides. But there's also a lot of love. Their societies range from spiraling nauseatingly tall clusters of buildings to two dudes on an island and everywhere in between.

General design notes, mostly coloration wise y'know-

Their blood can be ANY color, but shades are specific to different type. And blood color determines hair(or feather) color, eye color, fins, marking color, and antenna and whatnot. I just used red and blue and green for examples it is not limited.

Pointy parts for. Well. Protection.

The parts colored as black act as kinda like an exoskeleton, though in general their skin is pretty tough, especially the face, and especially the face fangs.

Can generally have any shape horns, they come in all shapes and sizes.

Pretty much every single one has different markings.

Clothes. Are... A thing. Yes. They wear clothes actually lol.

More joints in their legs than humans have.

Yes they can dye their hair and paint their markings different colors.

There are ghosts! This species exists in a world with magics and supernatural elements and whatnot.

Ok so. Shit I have for them at the current moment.

Land-

Majority.

Their blood is generally mid-tone, skin grey, darker in warmer areas, lighter in colder.

Good hands, feet, and tail for grabbing things.

Two horns. One set of horns. However you put it. They use them bitches for navigation and farming and electricity. And of course murder.

Sea-

Second most uncommon.

No noses we don't do that in the ocean.

Bitches be in acidic ffucking water.

Their blood is generally bright and neon, skin can range anywhere from super light grey to super dark grey depending on how deep they are.

One horn, generally. Used for controlling the water. And of course murder.

Webbed hands and feet and a second set of eyelids.

Deeper you get, the freakier they can be TBH.

Underground-

Second most common.

Smaller eyes than average DUH. They ain't using them for much.

Antennas! ANTENNAS.

Two pronged horns. Or even rarer, two sets of horns. Used for searching out minerals and rare rocks and and lava and entrances and exits to caves. And of course murder.

Hands and feet good for digging through dirt or the toughest of rock.

Feelers on the face and a long slender tail good for reaching into cracks and crevices.

Blood is pale and dull like their skin.

Sky-

Uncommon.

Feathers, not hair.

Big ol wings.

Less leg joints than the others, makes them less bulky.

Big ol eyes for absorbing all the sunlight they get.

Thinner and longer fingers and toes than others, again, to be less bulky.

Horns used to control the weather. And of course murder.

Skin is dark, cuz of the sun. Blood is dark too.

Possible mutations-

Pictured is a land dweller with bat-like wings. It is a rare trait to have, but also they can actually fly.

Blood shade that doesn't match the type.

Abnormal amount of horns for type, including no horns at all.

Two different blood colors in one guy. They do not blend. This affects eyes and hair and markings.

Pupils.

Black or white blood? Nah that's just a myth. Right? Lmao.

Various other tidbits of mixings and matchings of traits, like gills on a land dweller or antenna on a sky dweller.

That's all for now folks! If anyone sees this and cares enough to make their own Saphean character I would be absolutely delighted!

#mango man speaks #mango man draws #digital art #digital drawing #homestuck #<- if only for the heavy inspiration i took.#fanspecies #humanoid #original species #open species #alien species #sapheans

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fandomwe1rd0 · 6 months

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Rick and Morty season 3 episode 6 "Rest and Ricklaxation" Review!

Guys....I'm going to be honest with you here....I FUCKING LOVE THIS EPISODE! I know it's not the funniest episode, BUT I DON'T CARE! It reveals SO MUCH about Ric's cgaracter, especially with the fact that he sees the fact that he cares about his grandson a, quote un-quote "Irrational attachment" (His words not mine) and reveals so much about Morty's character as well! Just an A+ episode and you should ABSOULETY watch it if you have the time! After you finish reading this post of course!

Random thoughts:

Seems about right-

Oh no Morty! My poor baby!!!

There's no "maybe" about it-

The fact that the first thing he did was call out for Morty....I...I'm ok

Is that so?

So you didn't really mean this, I knew it!

NOOO MORTY NO MY POOR BABY

Soooo Rick is extermely controlling over Morty...sounds about right-

Awww I find something weirdly sweet about toxic Rick admitting (In an indirect way, but still) that he doesn't see Morty as garbage no matter what he says

Don't search it up.

TOXIC MORTY NO YOU'RE NOT UGLY AND GROSS YOU'RE ADORABLE AND WE ALL LOVE YOU

Y E S ! You're gross girlie <3 Especially considering you're actually dating Morty-

ew.

Damn healthy Morty really is kinda like Rick-

I find this part really interesting...so Rick considers it toxic that he cares about Morty, but doesn't consider being nice to Morty toxic?

The part everyone focuses on, and for good reason, I'll cover it in another post, but I find this part very interesting to say the least.

Basically admitting that he'll sacifrice himself for Morty-

THE WAY HE'S HOLDING ONTO MORTY AND IS SPEAKING TO HIM SO SOFTLY ADHBDFUVDHFVBNFJVN OH MY GOD "GRANDPA'S HERE" FJGBNUTBJGNRFBVNGFMB,NGFM,BNGFM,B I'm fine. I'm ok. I'm so normal about them.

I find it interesting how Rick became complete trainwreck over not having Morty around for three weeks, I also found it sweet how he wanted to get his Morty back instead of just replacing him, agai he has a coupon for a free replacement Morty, and I doubt that the family stopped asking him about it (Actually considering that it's season 3 ig it's possible-) On a lighter note, I love how Rick won't deny that he was drunk dialing a random kid, but he WILL DENY that he was crying

Final Rating: 10/10. Enough said. Go watch it now.

#Rest and Ricklaxation #rick sanchez #rick and morty #morty smith #rick c137 #toxic rick #toxic morty #rick #and #morty

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bbqhooligan · 4 days

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What's ur thoughts on Kendrick wearing crown of thorns while not claiming to be savior? I always was curious about this because I'm not familiar with Christianity and discourse around it isn't helpful

ohhhh boy. i love this topic. adore it. let me throw off the disclaimer that i 1-am not religious or an authority on it, 2-reject religion as it lives on thru the institutes everywhere and 3-am queer so the religion rejects me too so im not interested in being preached at. with that said,

kendrick has both survivors guilt and survivors bias. and both show up in his art. while his own words show him to be a humane, vaguely left leaning artist, i think his survivors bias makes him preach What-Did-It-For-Him, so he speaks to the people in ways that are individualistic and arent nearly as focused on anti-capitalism and anti-imperialism as his inspirations do. his survivors guilt mixes in with the desire to help his people and becomes a huge weight on his shoulders. how to do right by them? haunting.

and while a marxist or commie would look at someone with this kind of shame and tell them to dump it as holding that anguish isnt a political action, helps no one, at worst it makes YOUR life harder so you cant work to help your community, a Christian says the exact opposite. in christianity you carry that burden, you bear the cross, you accept that you come out of your mothers womb a guilty soul, condemned to hell, unless youre baptized and unless you do this, unless that, unless, unless. its both a show of devotion and a tool of control. and kendrick is closer to the christian than the commie.

so kendrick has the desire, NEED, impulse to be a savior, he believes hes the blueprint and if he can JUST get the people to LISTEN it will help. but also the reality that 1-no one can claim to be a savior without being evil lmao its like the socrates quote, a self contained imposibility, 2-HE personally isnt even that, he must have both the shame and the self awareness that makes him instinctually reject it.

dont get me wrong btw, i think hes kinda self aware about all of this. the only reason we can analyze all this is because its in the text very clearly. so i think kendrick explores both his interpersonal external responsibilities and hopes and dreams and failures and disappointments with christianity in the mix and engaging in a little blasphemy is the sign of a DEVOTED motherfucker. his tone has been the pessimistic, guilty, DAMNed one for a long time. i dont know if he will start analyzing the Material ConditionsTM any time soon or if the weight will get lighter by the power of Jesus, but all the same, kendrick writes with so much purpose and conviction, it will be to further some mission he FEELS he has.

tldr: hes too responsible to NOT try be a savior but too self aware and feeling like a failure to ever Claim to be a savior but its ok cuz Christianity loves shame and a "to know is to know you know nothing" kinda contradiction and humilty and so he tries to reconcile the both sides artistically but idiots take issue with it cuz you cant dress like jesus if youre a black man, i guess

#mypost #kendrick lamar #askbox #k.#CAN YOU FEEL HOW MUCH FUN I HAD WRITING THIS #i snapped i went off #WATCH FD SIGNIFIER DRAKE-KENDRICK VIDEO THO #i felt sooo vindicated when he said kendrick sets out to save the world with his art in his hubris and spirals when it fails #kennyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

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zaradrawsyourmom · 2 years

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So…gonna talk abt these designs…just a lil bit…just a tiny smudge of commentary….the teeniest tiiiineist bit….

-I’m not a big fan of Cure Sky’s cape. I can hear everyone in the replies right now….but hear me out. The red-on blue cape doesn’t really fit with her blue and pinkish purple color scheme. They could’ve made a white cape….or a warm pink? They could’ve even done a blue-pink two tone ombré cape…? Idk. Just a thought. Also the angel wing-thingies on each side of her head? Hate those with a passion. It literally made me say “OH COME ON..” they should’ve done those lil angel wing-hair clips for her hair (picture 2☝🏾) they’re adorbs!

-Cure Prism is probably one of my favorites out of the main cast! Her hair’s a bit too long tho, would’ve preferred a bit shorter hair. Also the little opening in her frilly skirt with the dark blue and yellow star kinda annoys me. Also also, what the heck were they thinking when they designed that bow on her head. I would’ve liked if she had the bow in the back of her hair and maybe it could’ve been a translucent white glittery bow (picture 1).

-Princess Ellie i have a love-hate feeling about. She reminds me of Hugtan (that’s her name right?) from Hugtto Precure. I like the purple hair she has but where is her neck lmafo. That’s really it lolol

-Cure Wing. CURE. 👏🏾 WING. Oh my sweet god almighty. Ok before i violently rip them apart I’ll discuss some things i like about the design. I like the little collar they have on and the hat looks ok. And…that’s basically it…lmfaoo. Im sorry but what the ding dong diggity damn is this color scheme. I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with it but it’s not my favorite. I think Wing is supposed to be the yellow cure but they absolutely missed with the color coding. orange with yellow is acceptable, but this orange is SO dark. Does not fit with the rest of the cures at all. I would’ve preferred a lighter orange.I also hate the rat tai-I mEAN ponytail. It’s so weird looking…. And the cape. OH MY GOD the cape. It is atrocious. Yellow and teal are ok colors but you decided the best way to use them was in a cape…?? Another thing, i dont like how this design is so…orange. Not really any other colors are being used here. With the other cures, they have all sorts of diff color combos that actually fit with their designs. Cure Sky has a blue magenta thing going on that i really enjoy. This is also kinda a problem with Cure Butterfly but it’s not too much of magenta. Whoo, got off track for a bit..anyways yeah, Cure Wing, least fav design period. Pretty bad, and, dare i say, overrated. *insert boo sound effects in the background* BOO HOO ALL YOU WANT YALL’ KNOW ITS TRUE! *in sing song voice* CURE WING’S OVERRATED! CURE WING’S OVERRATED! THEY LOOK LIKE A SWEET POTATO! THEY LOOK LIKE A SWEET POTATO! (I enjoyed writing this too much lmfaooo)

-WHEW! That was a long boi. Let’s slow it down and talk about my second fav cure Cure Butterfly. Mostly i have no problem with her, good design overall, maybe they should throw in some teal for a nice fresh look. Don’t like the belt tho. And the hair color. Would’ve preferred it shorter, and no weird orange hair fade-in.

And….that’s it! Hope you enjoyed baiiii :3

#hirogaru sky precure #cure sky #cure prism #cure wing #cure butterfly #this is long lololol #I hate cure wing aka. sweet potato. Shoutout to the toh fans who get that reference im too lazy to explain

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house-of-slayterr · 2 years

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Firefly Family Group Chat:

For: @myers-meadow-selfship @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better Cy, let me know if you want in on the shenanigans 😈

AN: For reference, the group chat is from Blinky’s phone, hence why the screen names are the way that they are 😂 I don’t even think half of them know what they’re set at in their phone. Spaulding is “Daddio”, Otis is “Old Man”, Baby is “Barbie”, Doe Eyes is “Angel Face”, Mama is just “✨Mama✨”, and Blinky just made themselves “👁️👄👁️”

Daddio:

Problem

Blinky:

Have you perhaps tried… solving said problem?

Daddio:

That it! I’m taking Blinky behind the shed for the Old Yeller treatment. Any objections?

Old Man:

Ain’t hearing non’ from me.

Barbie:

They used the last of my red polish, send em to the shed! 😈

Angel Face:

Calm down Killer Barbie, nobody’s Shooting the kid!

Old Man:

That so Princess? 🤨

👁️👄👁️:

Yo, since when did gramps learn how to use emojis? Yall seeing this shit?

Angel Face:

Language Blinky!

👁️👄👁️:

Bet he’s just standing there lookin’ like this tbh thinking nobodies watchin’

Well guess what Santa Claus, I’m always watching 👀

Barbie:

Woah, Blink, when did you get that super high quality photo of Otis?

Old Man:

I DO NOT STAND LIKE THAT!

👁️👄👁️:

I Do nOT StAnd liKe ThaT!

Old Man:

Spaulding you got extra shells in that gun? I’m gonna make a second mess behind the shed.

✨Mama✨:

Children, if you do not shut up and listen to your damn father, you’re all going in the shed.

Blinky:

Ahhh!!!!!

Mama using proper city words! Burn the witch! Run!

Old Man:

I think I saw Mama grab the wooden spoon 👀

Blinky:

Firstly, Otis, don’t go stealing my emoji “👀” is mine ok?

Secondly, which way did she go?

Angel Face:

Mama isn’t gonna hit them with a spoon Otis, stop scaring them!

Old Man:

Are you sure about that?

👁️👄👁️:

Ahhhh!

Saint Klaus discovered gifs, and John Cena!!

BURN THE WITCH!!

Angel Face:

Ok, Blinky, I can’t see you right now, but you better put that lighter down or I swear to-

Just, don’t touch anything!

Daddio:

Well thanks to you useless little shits, I don’t got a problem any more. It fixed itself, dumb broad ran out infront of a moving car.

Someone was driving really quickly down the main road, strangely the car kinda looked familiar

👁️👄👁️:

Angel Face:

….

Barbie:

….

Old Man:

….

👁️👄👁️:

Don’t worry Papi, I’ve got your back 😉

Totally random, off the top of my head question here…

How does one go about removing hair from a grill plate?

Barbie:

…

Old Man:

…

Daddio:

Thanks little clown. At least one do my children respects me.

…

Wait, who the hell gave Blinky the keys to the truck?!!?

👁️👄👁️:

Oh no-

Our connection…

It’s breaking- ing up!

Old Man:

Blinky this is a text chat.

Angel Face:

Are you texting while driving??

👁️👄👁️:

No…

Angel Face:

Unbelievable!

Barbie:

High five little dude! That was awesome!

👁️👄👁️:

Thank you, thank you. I do aim to please! I also like to multitask, anyone want a milkshake?

Daddio:

Kiddo, please tell me you didn’t go into town with the truck covered in blood.

👁️👄👁️:

Of course not, I’m not stupid. I ditched the truck in the tree line, and stole some fancy sort of hybrid nonsense. Much less suspicious for legal Milkshake purposes.

Barbie:

Strawberry please!

👁️👄👁️:

You got it Baby! Anyone else?

Going once…

Going twice…

✨Mama✨:

Blinky if you don’t get your ass back in this god Damn house in the next 30 minutes, I’m lighting the spoon on fire first.

👁️👄👁️:

Flaming spoon you say? I’ll be there 😏

Angel Face:

Blinky! No!

#house of 1000 corpses #Rob zombie #devils rejects #3 from hell #otis driftwood #captain spalding #mama firefly #Blinky firefly #doe eyes driftwood #baby firefly #just pure crack #i was in a silly goofy mood

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shocotate · 2 years

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Live Action Movie 2 Ramble

Here’s stuff I wrote while watching the second live action movie. My more articulate ramble about the first movie is here (back in 2018, I have not watched it again before watching these two), and my ramble about movie 3 is here.

WB's new logo is disgusting, but at least it’ll help people remember that Netflix didn’t make this.

Golio is here, I guess it might as well use something from Scar's reintroduction to speed things along. In the anime he was killed way earlier back in episode 15, when in the manga he was killed while Ed was away in Resembool

The water titles were an interesting choice

Ling has devoured the apple pie. I guess it makes more sense him going to Central on a train than somehow ending up dead in Rush valley. Boy better be careful though or else he’ll be getting arrested for no passport even sooner.

These god damn subs. Shin = Xing, add that G there. Rin = NO G HERE CERTAINLY NOT. Lin Yao strikes again.

Ed about to bring the northern chokeout on Lan Fan but then she blew up the train so.

Glad Envy got his topup

Well that's something

This shit with Roy and Bald doesn’t matter when he’s already wasted two homunculi last movie. At least with Lust dead already Havoc’s lighter is safe.

May Chang gets her G in the subs, but Shao May’s CGI is scaring me.

Alex’s hair is too funny my god

No Scar don’t go underground, unlike East City there’s actually stuff down there in Central

Boroboro dana oretachi OH HE SAID IT sorry I’m losing my mind from hearing that every time the mobile game starts – DEMO IKKITERU, AA, IKKITERU, start singing Nana Mizuki he said it.

Despite being Ed and Al’s escort in place of Ross, Falman couldn’t make it to the group shot. Hope he’s ok.

He’s in the next scene he’s ok.

Damn they’ve moved Ishval down the map, time for Resembool to be the real crest of blood spot here

Marcoh’s dead so there will be no diversions on the way to Resembool, right?

Three faction sewer fight lets go

As far as Wrath saying he saw Edward to his family, I think going on the rollercoaster train is pretty impressive, but I guess seeing Edward on a place he was already going works too.

They finally let Hoho say that Ed is the smallest state alchemist in history.

I was expecting a impressive one handed hair braiding but hair down Ed is fine.

I haven’t seen Alphonse in a while, did he get left at Central

At least they got Xerxes right, must have watched 300 before this…

Ed’s leaving the country alone, mad lad. No Alex and Breda kidnap for him.

*forgets to write anything for a while*

Edward doing the finger gun pose was kinda endearing

Only 40 offspring of the emperor? Has there been a culling or are some yet to be born, those later clans are screwed in the battle.

Edward asking the real questions of how can Ling become emperor if the plan is the make the emperor immortal. Finally. We know Ling does become emperor within only 2 years so maybe his coup plan happened

I can’t remember if Al could always do clappy alchemy in this because he’s older, or he just can now.

Collateral damage out of control, rip those dudes

I like how Ed blocked the hammer of the gun with his finger when trying to convince Winry to put down the gun, that’s actually clever of him to do.

I thought it was arm-doggo but it was actually envy-doggo. You’ve fooled me once, movie, it won’t happen again

Winry can’t leave yet, what about the tiny screw. Also there’s like 50 minutes left of this movie and I know where it ends, how are they gonna stretch this out.

Arm dog is here, and what a stray dog to have. Find that on the street and you’re winning.

I wonder where Fu is

I wonder where Shao May is.

Oh she’s here now.

Winry gets to use her hands of healing on Lan Fan, that’s kinda neat to give Knox, or whoever this is, some backup.

Headbandage Ed the best Ed of all is now here. I didn’t see him get the headwound but I guess it happened.

Wrath gets a solo flashback with Father (unless it’s not a flashback, explaining why Envy and Gluttony aren’t there). The anime took Father out of it, so this one of just Wrath and Father is the same as the psp game. The full manga version stays unadapted, until the mobile game does it, if it does.

Hughes is back, yay, also good to adapt scenes the anime didn’t in the flashback.

UM Riza said “Mustang-san” not Major Mustang. These subs I swear…

Shao May and May reunion, guess she has no reason to go underground now. Also shao may has no eyes, I don’t like that.

What about Gluttony, is he just gonna stew for days.

I’m liking Ed’s penchant for attempted murder with his very dangerous attacks, I hope he will continue, and make it happen where it counts. Gimme this one, plz.

Winry again, stop interrupting Scar and Ed fighting. Oh we’re doing the north thing – but I know Olivier is in the next one so—

Winry’s parents force ghosts what

We’ve got 15 minutes left get in Gluttony’s belly already. If I had my way we wouldn't even be going in there since Ed already knows Al’s body exists from the last movie, but we have that big envy model and damn it needs some use.

Ok gluttony is here now and he’s doing the sloth run. Oh no roy has a tiny cut on his outer leg

Scar protecc, Scar attacc, and most importantly, holds Gluttony bacc

Horse Envy is here now. I wish he’d have talked first though as a horse. Loves me some Mr Ed

Father will be big mad

Al held out his arm but his arm survives, interesting choice.

Fire in the belly dimension when gluttony swallowed no fire. oh no no no.

The punch doesn’t go as well without Ed asking about Ishval bro.

Noo Envy cgi is like all slimy, no nooo

To Be Continued...

#fma #fmanga #fullmetal alchemist #fma brotherhood #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #fma live action #fma live action movie #These movies make no god damn sense if you haven’t already seen the whole story before lol

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cineflections · 1 year

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You know, when I saw that live action Cinderella (like a 1000 years ago), I was pleasantly surprised in how it mingled the classic Disney animated movie with the original story as well as giving the prince and the titular princess some more scenes together. It felt innovative, it felt like it brought something new, you know? There's been tons of other remakes since then, of varying quality. I haven't watched all of them, but today I felt to watch a more recent one. A remake of a beloved Disney animated movie. I'm ofc talking about The Little Mermaid.

I would be both blind and deaf if I say I did not read or listen to the *discourse* surrounding this movie since its inception through its trailers and during its release. And I have to admit that I was hesitant to acknowledge Halle Bailey as Ariel, since in my head it made more logical sense for deep sea creatures (and mermaids) to be of a lighter skin tone. Have Eric be non-white, and the entire kingdom for that - was my thinking.

But in the end, this is fantasy. That involves talking fish and crabs and mythical sea creatures. So while I was "hesistant" I was never "against" her casting. What was, and is, important is that she *embodies* the spirit of Ariel's character. A child (of 15 I believe?) Who is curious, feels stifled by an overbearing and overprotective father, and enamored with the surface world.

And I think Halle Bailey managed that quite well.

And following that casting decision came the call to have her and her sisters be the seven sea personified (I'm guessing?), that's cool and new. But I wish we got to see what that entailed. And what seas each sister was? I guess one could guess by the actresses race, but I don't want to guess, I want to know!

So, about the characters. I think Ariel is great. Hair color nitpicks, sure, hairstyle nitpicks ok (like where's that bang?). But goddamn if her voice ain't goated. Eric is serviceable (his not exactly inspiring). The queen is there. Grimsby is mvp. I really like Sebastian. King Triton? More like King trite-on. Let's not talk about Flounder. Oh, the bird is alright, I guess.

But the true queen of this movie was surprisingly Melissa McCarthy as Ursula. Damn what an inspired casting. She chews her scene and gives it her all. Any scene she's in is where the movie is at it's liveliest and energetic. My only complaints are really the 2 monologue scene before she meets Ariel. I wish we got her motivations in a less "I'm evil cuz I'm evil" kinda way.

Sebastian and Flounder. Seeing them in the trailers did not inspire confidence. And they're a mixed bag for sure (and the bird to a degree). But while Sebastian works, Flounder, well, flounders (sorry I had to). Sebastian's design works alright. And they managed to give *some* expression through his eyes, and uh.. claws. Flounder, however, fails in all aspects. You barely see him on screen (why is he so thin? I don't care that the fish he is is supposed to look like that, change fish then!), his eyes look dead as he stares straight into the void. And the only thing "expressive" on him is his goddamn cursed "lip-ified" mouth. He sounds like Flounder, at least. I love the voice for Sebastian, though! I think they went Jamaican instead of French? Excellent choice of both accent and voice actor.

You tell me this isn't cursed.

But about the cgi and vfx. Shots of the environment and mermaids swimming in the distance look really good. And I like the intro with the ocean waves, there's cool visuals in here! But when it comes to the mermaids/men, there's something off about the heads. Especially around the hairline. It needs a bit more cooking, I would say, as the face seems "plastered" on? It looks off and, in some cases, ill-fitting. Doesn't really take away from my enjoyment (it's not "bad", but not "good") but with a budget of 250 million dollars you'd except a bit cleaner vfx, huh? (Let's leave at that and not get into the whole vfx artist crunch debacle, since it's not just this remake, it's all of Disney and Hollywood).

The music is great. I love all the songs. I don't think there's any stinker here. But there's one little hiccup I'd say and that is Eric's solo number. It kinda feels like the "I'm just Ken" song from Barbie? You know his whole melodramatic solo song? Like that but less self-aware I guess? Hell, I would almost compare it to the "AGONY" song from Into the Woods?

Ok, a bit mean to say, since I don't dislike it, but still... I like the added touch of Ariel vocalizing, symbolizing how enthralled he was of her voice.

I liked that they put some time into Ariel's and Eric's relationship. It's a story over three days, and, well, I suppose it's a fairytale and so I can forgive the true love at first listen(?).

The tone of the movie stays consistent, giving the curious feeling and joyfullness.

Quick thoughts: Ursula's lair is absolute sick and the coolest ever. "I'm auntie Ursula", "the sea-witch?" "The what?!" Hilarious delivery!

Overall:

A good and faithful retelling of the animated movie. I love that they kept the romance and expanded a bit upon it. The music is stellar (it's Lin Manuel Miranda like, what you expect??). The very end when Ariel and King Triton reconcile and he pushes her towards the unknown (literally) was beautiful. Melissa McCarthy as Ursula was inspired casting imo. Javier Bardem is such a good actor, but I wish he had a bit more to do. Did he put any effort in? Was it just a paycheck? I think all the other characters were well realized and had depth.

Complaints would be cgi and vfx, especially the heads and hair underwater. I also think they could've expanded on the human side's "antagonism" against seafolk. The seafolk's opinions about surface dwellers are explained in a couple of ways but the humans only talks about the storm (ok sure it's a real concern for island dwellers but still maybe 1 more example?).

But it's a nice watch that translated the original animated movie to live action. It doesn't bring anything new to the table but it's the comfort food you like.

#the little mermaid #movies #ariel #prince eric #king triton #ursula #halle bailey #melissa mccarthy #javier bardem #no hate against erics actor but *enter thanos* “i dont even know who you are”#the little mermaid live action remake #disney

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msmercury84 · 2 years

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REWRITE: "I Double Dare You," "The Wedding Night and a Portrait of the Newlyweds"

*Author's Note: Some parts of this chapter aren't suitable for those under the age of 18. Bill and Frannie Guarnere had their wedding portrait taken shortly after their marriage. Guarnere wore his dress uniform and was seated in a chair. Frannie wore a blue two pieced suit and a corsage. She posed standing behind him with her hands on his shoulders. This picture is easily found on Google.*

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As the driver of the limousine took the newlyweds to the row house where they would now be residing, Leigh had the house key in her hand ahead of time. Both she and Bill were amazed that her white silk purse contained a total of $500 in cash from gifts put in by family and friends.

Guarnere said,

"Baby, I never dreamed we would get that ( he pronounced the word as 'dat') much money. We both need to decide what to do wit' it." As they rode to the house, both Bill and Leigh decided to open a savings account and put the money in the bank.

The driver opened the door of the car for them. Bill and Leigh thanked him and the driver departed. Guarnere picked up his bride and carried her over the threshold after she got the door opened.

Leigh quickly shut and locked the door. Bill pulled her into a tender embrace and gave her a passionate kiss. When the kiss ended, Leigh told him,

" I adore being your wife."

"Sweetheart, I love bein' your husband. We had to spend too much time apart. God willin', we're sleepin' beside each other from now on." He looked under the cushion of a chair in the living room and extracted a key.

"I asked Julia to drop off a surprise for ya. She promised to leave the key under that cushion. Your surprise is in the bedroom, Baby. It's an Italian tradition for the groom to buy the bouquet. Since you already had that taken care of, I wanted to get somethin' special for ya."

He started to walk up the stairs, telling his new bride,

"I just need to get somethin' set up. Don't come up until I get it done, OK, Honey?" Leigh agreed to wait, wondering what Bill had upstairs.

Guarnere turned on the light in the bedroom. He smiled, seeing that Julia had several small vases of red and white Sweetheart Roses with many white votive candles distributed around the room.

Bill got his lighter out and lit the candles before he turned the light off. The candles made more than enough light in the room and they gave the room a romantic atmosphere.

Guarnere appeared at the head of the stairs. He walked down, taking Leigh's hand and kissing it. Their fingers intertwined and they walked upstairs together. Bill stood in the doorway to the bedroom, saying,

"After you, Baby." Leigh walked into the room and she immediately noticed the roses and candles.

"Honey, it's absolutely beautiful and it's very romantic. You're so sweet and thoughtful."

"I'm glad ya liked everythin'. This is the first time I get to make love wit' my beautiful wife an' I wanted to make it look kinda romantic."

"This is also the first time we've made love since early November. Believe me, I'm more than ready. Speaking of which, would you please help me undo my dress?" She stifled the urge to giggle since she hid the zipper of her dress under a row of buttons.

Bill stood behind her and he looked at the row of silk covered buttons. He resolutely began to unbutton the top button, learning to his surprise that it wouldn't unbutton no matter how he tried.

Leigh couldn't contain her laughter.

"Honey, there's a zipper hidden under that row of buttons. I couldn't resist being a little bit devilish." Guarnere unzipped her dress a bit and laughed, remarking,

"Sweetheart, that was a good prank. I thought ya would be wearin' your dress tomorrow night at this time, 'cause I couldn't get those damned little things undone."

"I'm going to put this dress into a garment bag that's in the bathroom. I plan to take it to the dry cleaners' soon so it will be clean and ready for storage. Now, I need to get ready for bed and put on a pegnoir I bought in Paris." She winked at Bill, adding, "Don't start without me."

She gathered a few things together and went into the upstairs bathroom. Bill decided to get ready for bed. He hung his dress uniform jacket in the closet. Then, he went downstairs into the living room.

Guarnere opened one of the suitcases Julia brought and took out a small bag containing his toothbrush and toothpaste. Bill went into the downstairs half bathroom that had a sink and a toilet.

He brushed his teeth and rinsed out the sink. Bill returned the items to the bag and left it on the countertop. Then, he went back upstairs to finish getting ready for bed.

Bill got undressed, removing his dress uniform shirt and trousers. He hung the items in the closet. Guarnere wanted to take the uniform to be cleaned later in the week due to an appointment he made with a photographer to have his and Leigh's portrait taken.

He sat on the left side of the bed and removed his socks an boots, placing them under the bed. Then, he began to remove his wooden leg. The stump of his right leg was covered in thin material similar to the fabric of a T-shirt.

Next, he unfastened the device that held his leg in the hollowed top of the wooden leg and removed the fabric from the remainder of his right leg. He placed the prosthetic leg by the bed.

Bill got into bed, sitting against the headboard. He pulled the sheet up to his waist and he felt a little self conscious since this would be Leigh's first time seeing him with the stump of his right leg. Guarnere knew that Leigh loved him and that dispelled most of his self conscious feelings. Still, he wondered what her reaction would be.

Meanwhile, Leigh inserted the diaphragm after applying the spermicidal jelly in the center. She quickly washed her hands and face. Then, she brushed her teeth and hung the wedding dress in the garment bag. Next, she took out the sheer peach silk peignoir. It had matching panties that had peach ribbons on each side.

Leigh tied the ribbons on the panties into a bow over each hip before she slipped the peignoir over her head. She brushed her hair and turned off the bathroom light. As she entered the bedroom, Bill commented,

"That's one hell of a sexy nightgown." Leigh lifted the peignoir enough to show him the panties.

"Would you like to unwrap your 'present', Honey?"

"Oh, hell, yes! I'm takin' my time tonight. Ain't no reason to hurry. A beautiful angel like you should be savored like a good bottle o' wine." Leigh got into bed, sitting beside Bill.

"I might as well get this over wit'. Here's what I look like." He uncovered the lower half of his body. Leigh was impressed by the skill of the surgeons who worked on Bill. His leg was, of course, considerably shorter and she didn't notice any scarring. The skin was already healed at the end of his leg.

"The doctors did a good job. Honey, I want to make sure I don't accidentally hurt you. If I brush up against your leg, will it hurt?"

"No, that'll be OK. The only way it would hurt is if ya kicked it. I know ya won't do that, so everythin's fine." She surprised him by leaning over and gently kissing the upper part of his right leg before sitting up again.

"You're still as handsome and sexy as you've always been. Baby, I never stopped loving you. While I wish you never had to go through all of that suffering, the most important thing is that you're alive." Bill tenderly cupped her face in his hands,

"I married an angel. Honey, I love you, too." He gave her a tender kiss that quickly turned passionate. Leigh had her arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss.

They enjoyed the slow, sensual kissing. There was no sense of urgency. Bill broke the kiss to nibble on Leigh's ear. He placed tender kisses on her cheeks before he resumed the slow kisses.

When the kiss ended, Leigh nibbled Bill's ear and traced kisses along his angular jaw line. He gently removed one of her hands from around his neck and kissed it. Guarnere kissed up Leigh's arm, pausing to suck on the tender skin at the junction of her neck and shoulder.

He grinned as Leigh moaned softly. Bill leaned over to suck on the other side of her neck. Guarnere trailed kisses along the thin straps of the peignor, noticing that her nipples were erect.

"You were a beautiful bride at the weddin' an' you're lookin' extra beautiful now." Leigh tried to kiss Bill. He grinned,

"I promise you'll have lots o' time to do that, Honey. Let me enjoy every inch o' you." Guarnere slipped the straps of the peignor off her shoulders, kissing every inch of the soft skin he exposed.

"That nightgown's color shows off your perfect skin. The man upstairs done excellent work on you."

"Thanks, Honey. I think He did excellent work on you, too. He made you handsome, sweet and compassionate." Bill kissed the tip of her nose, adding,

"I'm pretty damned charming, too." Leigh laughed.

"Yes, you are, you incorrigible smart ass." Guarnere chuckled, then said,

"Now, where was I? Seems like I was gettin' ready to explore under that see-through material." Bill gently pushed the fabric down to her hips, commenting,

"That's better." He asked Leigh to recline on the bed and she eagerly complied.

He brushed his fingertips over her erect nipples. Bill grinned as she softly moaned. He deliberately took his time as he wrapped his lips around one nipple, gently tugging on it. Then, he paused to swirl his tongue over the hard pink tip.He knew that his new bride could come this way and he took his time with each breast, giving her nipples his undivided attention.

Leigh arched her back and moaned a little louder. He could tell by the slight flush in her cheeks that she was extremely close to coming. Bill gently blew on the hard pink tips of her breasts. This made her call out his name as she slightly trembled. He smiled, gently kissing Leigh and telling her,

"I love to hear you sayin' my name like that." Bill resumed sucking her nipples, tugging a little harder with his lips. Leigh felt as if a very pleasant, sensual current ran from her nipples to her sex. A few minutes later, she came. Guarnere told her in a lower, sexy voice,

"Watchin' my sweet angel comin' is so goddamned hot. Christ, Leigh, it's been so long, it's almost like seein' you for the first time. I really need to taste you, Baby."

Bill moved the nightgown down her legs and it fell from the bed to the floor. He kissed down her stomach to the edge of the peach silk see-through panties, lightly caressing her silk covered sex.

"Sweetheart, I wanna tell ya somethin', but it might sound disrespectful. I've been wantin' to say this for a long time." Leigh had a fairly good idea of what he wanted to say.

"Tell me, Baby." He smiled as her hips raised a bit as she reacted to his caress. Bill carefully untied the silk ribbons over each hip and he removed the panties, letting them fall to the floor.

"You have the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen." She slightly shuddered, hearing his compliment further aroused her.

"You like hearin' me talkin' kind o' dirty, don't ya?"

"Yes, you know it makes my pussy wet."

"That's so fuckin' hot, Baby. I never thought I'd hear ya sayin' that word." Guarnere bent down and immediately wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking gently on the sensitive nub. Leigh gasped, thoroughly enjoying the pleasure Bill gave her.

He alternated lapping at and sucking on her clit, pausing long enough to say,

"Sweetheart, you taste so damn good." He blew on her clit and Leigh's hips involuntarily thrust up. Guarnere inserted two fingers into her interior while he made love to her with his mouth. She clenched the bottom sheet with both hands as he made a 'come hither' motion with his fingers.

Leigh was almost panting as a powerful orgasm began a few minutes later. He continued, helping Leigh ride out her orgasm. To her surprise, she came again, crying out in passion.

Guarnere slid up the bed to kiss her. She tasted herself on his lips and that inflamed her desire again. Leigh sucked on her husband's neck, enjoying hearing him groan softly with pleasure.

She trailed kisses down his chest, pausing to flick her tongue beneath the waistband of Guarnere's boxer shorts. Leigh tried to push the shorts down. Bill removed the shorts and stretched out on the bed.

Leigh looked into his eyes and licked her lips. Then, she stroked his hard cock, gently squeezing it. Guarnere groaned louder, gasping as she lapped up a bead of pre-come. She began to lick and suck on the tip of Bill's cock. He involuntarily thrust his hips up.

"Oh, hell, yes

"I love to suck that perfect, cock and I love the way you taste." She continued sucking his cock, lavishing attention on the tip.Bill groaned,

"So fuckin' good! He was gritting his teeth, trying to keep from coming. Leigh encircled the base of his cock in her hand, moving her hand up and down his shaft as she continued to suck on the tip. She went a little faster with her mouth and hand. Bill was panting. He loudly said,

"Fuck, yes!...Please...ya gotta stop an' let me make love to you." Leigh went along with him since she was eager to feel him inside her. In an instant, Bill was on top of her. He passionately kissed her and Leigh wrapped her legs around him, thrusting her hips up enough for him to feel the warm wetness of her sex on his cock.

"Sweetheart, you feel amazin'! The doc at the Veterans' Hospital said if ya opened your legs just a little, I can kinda lean into ya an' still do it on top." Leigh followed Bill's instructions.

The friction caused by Leigh having her legs closed a little more than usual and the fact that they hadn't made love in several months increased the pleasure and desire for both Bill and Leigh.

Guarnere held her hands and he tried to make love slowly, savoring the feeling of being inside Leigh again. She moved a little faster beneath him and he took the hint, grinning as he increased the tempo of his thrusting. Leigh tilted her hips up, allowing Bill to go deeper.

Leigh held on Bill, thrusting harder against him. Guarnere suddenly rolled onto his back, telling her,

"I wanna feel ya ridin' me, Baby." She carefully positioned herself on him, sliding down the length of his cock.

"Is this OK? I don't want to hurt your leg."

"Hell, yes! You ain't hurtin' me." He got a firm hold on her hips and began to thrust into her. Guarnere loved the sight of her breasts bobbing.

Leigh increased the tempo and she couldn't stifle the sounds of passion that she made. She was far removed from caring if the neighbor next door heard her.

"That's it, don't hold nothin' back, Baby. Let the whole damned neighborhood know that we're celebratin'." He groaned,

"Christ, you're a goddess!" Leigh did what he loved, moving until only the tip of his cock was inside her and then quickly sliding down the length of his shaft. Bill grabbed her hips and began thrusting up into her.

They went faster and after a few more minutes, Guarnere knew he was close to coming. She was riding him hard. He let go of one of her hips to rub on her clit.

"Oh my God, Bill...!" Not long after he did this, she felt another orgasm building. Waves of pleasure swept over her and she shouted,

"Oh, hell, yes!" Guarnere felt her contracting around his cock and her passionate shouting pushed him over the edge. He thrust deeper into her, groaning and loudly saying,

"So goddamned good!" Bill was swept up in the passionate, intense orgasm. At first, they held each other close, panting, trying to calm their heavy breathing.

Guarnere tenderly kissed Leigh as he stroked her back. He gently turned on his side, getting Leigh to lie beside him.

"Baby, that the hardest you've made me come. This is the best time we've ever made love." Bill ran his fingers through her hair and Leigh snuggled close to him,

"I think it's the best, too. You made me come so hard, so many times. Honey, I love you. This has been such a beautiful day."

"I love you, too, Mrs. Guarnere. It's been the best day o' my life. I'm beat, but it was worth it." He got the top sheet of the bed and pulled it up.

Leigh got the pillows from the floor. She got out of bed to blow out the candles, leaving the candles on the nightstand burning until she got back to bed.Before getting into bed, Leigh remembered that the windows were open.

"I hope the whole neighborhood didn't hear me screaming."

"Like I said before, Baby, let 'em know we were celebratin.' We're legally married. 'course we can't be loud every night, we don't want 'em callin' the cops. Maybe after this we should either keep it down or shut the window."

"Speaking of windows, do you want me to leave them open?"

"Yes, Baby." She got into bed and blew out the remaining candles." Bill pulled her close to him, getting ready to go to sleep. He suddenly sat up,

"I forgot to get your nightgown." Leigh started to get up.

"It ain't a problem, Sweetheart. I can get it." Bill put on his boxer shorts and his wooden leg. He walked to the chest of drawers and got her favorite sleeveless cotton floral print nightgown. Then, he walked to her side of the bed and gave her the gown.

"Thanks, Honey." Bill returned to his side of the bed, sat down and removed the artificial leg. He got into bed and gently pulled Leigh close to him. She rested her head on his chest and Guarnere wrapped his arms around her.

"Goodnight, Baby." Leigh told him goodnight and they soon drifted off to sleep. They 'celebrated' again before dawn. Later in the week, Bill told her,

"I shoulda asked ya first before I made the appointment. Do ya have anythin' planned for four in the afternoon in a couple o' days?"

"No, I don't have anything planned. What do you have in mind?" Bill grinned,

"I made an appointment wit' a good photographer to get our picture taken. Kinda like a portrait o' the newlyweds. Is that OK, Baby?" Leigh hugged him,

"That's a wonderful idea, Honey. Is it formal?"

"I think so. I'm wearing' my best suit, my dress uniform. Sweetheart, would ya wear that blue Wiggle Dress ya wore when I surprised you in Paris?" She agreed to wear the dress.

The day of the appointment, Bill bought a corsage of white Sweetheart Roses that Leigh wore on her dress. Along with her wedding rings, she included the angel necklace and the silver bracelet he bought in London.

Guarnere was seated in a chair and Leigh stood behind him with her hands on his shoulders. The photographer made sure that her wedding rings were visible, along with the rest of her jewelry. Bill had the ribbons displayed from the medals he won and his Jump Wings were at the top of the ribbons. The new bride and groom had happy smiles as the photographer took the portrait.

When they returned home, Bill told Leigh,

"I hope this is just the beginnin' of our portraits, Baby. Our next one can be wit' our first born son or daughter."

"That will be wonderful, Honey."

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