#give us more giant therapists

[theshopkeepofremnant]

I have so many feelings about this finale.

So. Many.

I love that it subverted my expectations in the way that rwby so often does. They set up this episode as an intensely personal one. And it was, but not at all like I thought.

I expected a huge Summer lore dump. Instead we got one incredibly illuminating scene that raises a million other questions but more effectively spoke to Ruby and her pain than anything I could imagine.

I expected a long conversation where Ruby basically got therapy from the blacksmith but instead I saw something smaller, simpler: I saw Ruby realize that despite all of her flaws and pain and imperfections, she was enough. I saw her take a deep breath and rise from the lowest point of her life. And while the moment was triumphant, it wasn’t a magical waving away of her problems (though many so-called critics will claim it was). It was just her getting back up. It wasn’t the end of the journey, it was the beginning, and I love it.

So this happened and I had a moment where I felt lost. It was great, it all worked, but it was quick. What was going to happen for the remaining ten or so minutes? Elevator music?

Then I got hit with the lore dump I NEVER expected. I know I wasn’t alone in assuming that the Ever After was just some toy realm. In a way, I was right, but in every way that mattered, I was wrong.

I never expected to learn of the origin of the Brothers.

I never expected to find out that the Ever After is basically the origin point of the Remnant multiverse.

And I never expected that the tree and the blacksmith were the true creator(s) of it all. I had assumed the smith was powerful in her little pocket dimension, but nothing more. Instead it turns out she casually made some gods then (created?) set them off into a wider universe when they grew bored, all so they could learn and grow.

And she knows about those worlds. She knows about Remnant. She knows when RWBY will be needed and intentionally sent them to that point in time and space. She clearly isn’t one to interfere directly, but I think it’s equally clear she isn’t unwilling to sway things.

I also don’t think she approves of what her creations have done, how they’ve comported themselves. She’s such a different image of a god, and now that we’ve seen her the brothers seem so small and petulant.

Where they are big and flashy she is quiet and simple. Where they are brash and demanding, she is patient and helpful. She is everything one could wish a god to be, while they destroyed a planet and left a woman that they made immortal to wander its surface alone for millennia.

Because she hurt their feelings.

And they believe they can stand and judge humanity?

The implications of the new cosmology are fascinating. I feel like we will see the brothers again, and likely even their creator, and it could be glorious.

Then again, this show loves to subvert my expectations, so who knows?

I can’t wait to find out!

[latenightdaydreams]

heyyy so um can I request a massage therapist könig and an innocent reader who is just looking for some relaxation but könig like the perv he is can't keep his hands off the pretty little thing ?:> BTW I love ur writing <33

Yes! Thank you!💖

Relaxation Time (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, groping, perverted König

1.7k word count

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You’ve always lived a very sheltered life in a small community. This last year has been incredibly stressful for you. In one year, you left your high school sweetheart, left your dead-end job, and moved into your own place for the first time in your life.

A friend gave you a certificate for a full body massage at one of the well-known spas in Vienna. You walk in and see a beautiful bronze-skinned woman with warm honey brown eyes sitting at the desk. She gives you a welcoming smile as you walk up to her.

“Hi, I’m here for an appointment with König.”

“Okay, you can take a seat and he will be right out.”

“Thank you.” You turn and sit on one of the simple gray chairs in the waiting area. There is light relaxing music playing with plants surrounding you. You grab a magazine on the table next to you, flipping through to kill time.

“Y/n?” A giant pale man with a few scars scattered across his face walks out. His head almost reaches the low ceilings as his pale blue eyes meet yours.

“Hi, that’s me.” You stand quickly and adjust your shirt as you do.

“I’m König. Is it your first time at our spa?” He asks, looking down at you as he towers above you.

“Yes, it is. My first time getting any spa treatment.” You admit bashfully.

“Well, I hope it will be a great experience.” He smirks.

König looks down at your body as he speaks, spinning on his heels, and walks down a narrow hallway. To your left is a glass wall that faces the garden area of the spa. On your right is a row of light-colored wooden doors with numbers on them. He opens door number 7 and steps aside.

You walk inside and see a luxurious white massage table in the middle of the room. The room smells like lavender and is lit by a skylight, making the room feel peaceful. As he steps into the room, the door closes behind him. He walks over to the massage table and speaks.

“Remove all layers of clothing and place them in the basket on the table behind you. Once nude, lay down on your stomach, and cover yourself with this blanket. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He turns to leave the room.

Once alone, you undress, neatly folding all of your clothes and putting them in the basket. You climb on to the table, grabbing the blanket and laying down on your stomach. A few minutes pass before there’s a knock on the door and König walks back in. You listen to his heavy footsteps as he walks past you to get what he needs from the cabinets.

As König passes you, his eyes drift down your form as the thin blanket clings to you. He walks and grabs the oil he will use to massage you before walking back to the table.

“I’m going to move the blanket down more.” He says as he grabs the blanket from your middle back and folds it over, making it so the blanket only covers your rear.

König rubs oil over his hands as he looks down at your small body. His large hands make contact with your warm skin. You jump slightly and it makes him smirk. “Sorry.” His voice is low and gentle.

“It’s okay.” You chuckle nervously, slightly embarrassed that you jumped at his touch.

“Just relax. I’ll take care of you.” He whispers.

His large hands rub up and down your back, applying a gentle pressure as he goes. He lets his hands rub down your sides, fingers grazing the side of your breasts, lingering there for a moment before moving on. You don’t react and he takes note of that as he continues.

König moves his hands to your legs. He starts at your feet, before slowly creeping his hands up your legs; getting them covered in a light sheen of oil makes your skin shin so temptingly under the natural light. He takes his time slowly feeling the softness of your calves, his eyes firmly fixed on your ass. The confidence he gets knowing you can’t see him leads him to bend over slightly to see your ass. He sees your ass and a little of your hairy pussy.

 Finally, as he reaches your thighs, he begins to squeeze slightly harder as he massages them. In no rush, he lets his hands map out your thighs. They glide further up to where he was almost touching your ass. The temptation was too much.

“You feel so tense.” He groans.

“It’s been a long year.”

“You need to do this for yourself more. It’s not healthy to let yourself get so tense.” Really, he just wants you to come back to see him again.

His hands slide up your thighs until he cups your ass cheeks, pushing the blanket up to your lower back. He takes his time making sure to rub every inch of you, gliding his hands to your hips and grasps you, shaking your hips as he watches your ass bounce side to side. What a beautiful sight you are.

You look down at the floor, feeling a flood of anxiety coming over you. It’s your first massage and you’ve seen all types of crazy techniques on TikTok, so you try to ignore this. All you can feel are his large hands grabbing your ass before he removes his hand.

“You can turn over.” He steps back.

König doesn’t turn around or look away as you turn around. He watches as you grab the blanket trying to unfold it to cover your breasts, but you just move it up and slightly expose your pretty little pussy. He smiles and walks closer to you.

“Nein, don’t cover your chest.” He grabs the blanket and pulls it off of your chest, folding it neatly over your lower half.

“Oh, sorry.”

“No need to apologize so much, Liebling.”

König walks back to the cabinets on the wall to grab the oil. This time instead of pouring some of it onto his hand, he brings the bottle to you and pours it over your stomach. Your abdomen instinctively tightens once the warm oil hits your skin. He chuckles watching you, his eyes roaming over your body but focusing on your breasts.

He rubs the warm oil into your skin, spreading it around over your stomach and down towards your hips before gliding back up, grasping your sides. Once his hands reach your breasts, he cups underneath them, watching them before his eyes lock with yours. The look in his eyes is one he can’t hide. He’s hungry for you. He moves his hands over your breasts, grazing over your nipples with the palm of his hand. Your nipples instantly harden from his touch.

You look from his eyes to the skylight, feeling a strong tension in the air. You’re trying your best to ignore the feelings in your stomach telling you that he shouldn’t be taking all these extra liberties. Yet, you just lay there trying to rationalize it all.

“Are you doing okay, Liebling?” König notices the look on your face, yet you haven’t stopped him.

“Yeah, I am.”

König walks around the table, standing over your head. His hands massage your shoulders, fingers digging into your tense muscles. The massage does genuinely feel amazing, his large hands to thank for that. Then, he turns his attention back to over your breasts, squeezing them in his hands, and running his thumbs over your nipples.

A wave of pleasure travels through your body, causing you to close your eyes. He twirls your nipples between his fingers and tugs slightly. Your fingers fan out at your sides as you let out a shaky breath.

He moves his hands down your stomach, eyes meeting yours as he slowly rubs his hands across your mound before moving to your hips and back up your sides. König walks away to grab more oil. Opening your eyes, you continue to look up at the sky light. Clear skies now. For a moment, things felt peaceful.

His large hands oil up your legs, moving your feet in different directions to stretch the muscle. While doing this, he pulls your leg to the side slightly to catch another glimpse of you. The massage felt so amazing you don’t realize as his hands move up your thighs.

Both of his hands move to one thigh, his touches have become more sensual than to work knots out. Goosebumps appear along your skin.

“Still doing okay, Liebling?”

“Uh, yeah.”

König keeps his eyes locked on to your face as he moves his hand up along your inner thigh. The feeling of your pubic hair tickles König’s fingers. He’s so close to the thing he wants to touch the most. You haven’t stopped him so far, so why would you now? He turns his attention to your other thigh, giving it the same treatment.

In a bold move, he allows his fingers to swipe against your folds. Your eyes shoot down the table and look at him. König doesn’t move his hand, continuing to rub against your clit. Just like he expected, you didn’t stop him.

His eyes fall to your breasts as he continues, feeling how wet you get from just a few small touches. You’re stunned. Other than your ex, you’ve never been touched there by another man. His hand moves against your cunt so perfectly, you instantly get turned on.

Fuck I want her… He thinks to himself as hesitantly pulls his hands off of your body.

“We are done.” König turns to wash his hands in the sink. He turns on the water, looking down at his hand feeling desperate to know what you smell like. He lifts his fingers to his nose and takes a deep inhale. You smell…divine.

König turns to you while drying off. “You can get dressed. It was wonderful meeting you, y/n. Truly.”

“Thank you. It was nice meeting you too.”

Once dressed, you leave the room. You walk down the same hallway to the exit. The woman behind the desk smiles at you.

“I hope you enjoyed your session!”

“I did…” You linger for a second before walking to her. “May I book another appointment with him? Full body.”

[ipostwhatiwant1202]

More Boyfriend Headcanons: Donnie Edition

• "my head hurts." "aw sweetie, i'm sorry. go lay down." "really?" "dr. donnie is in the house."

• please help him keep his glasses clean

• you're more than welcome to sit on his lap while he works

• forehead kisses for days

• please ask him questions about what he's doing, he loves educating you

• can't really cook but makes very good coffee (if you drink it)

• insomniac so usually he'll nap with you instead of sleeping with you at night

• science pick up lines that you may (or may not) understand but it's cute cause it's him

• stares respectfully

• will call you princess if he's annoyed at you

• call him donatello and he gets very nervous cause he knows you're mad

• silent treatment? okay, have fun trying to crack the virus code that randomly got on to your phone or laptop

• trying to get your attention? stare intensifies

• loves the feeling of your skin, it's just so soft, expect constant arm caresses

• you have homework? you have your very own personal tudor

• "having a bad period? i know just the right temperature to help with cramps."

• "don't use that razor on your face, use this kind. your skin won't break out."

• "you look so cute when you're tired."

• "no, don't give me that face. y/n! ugh, fine, we can do that."

• if he's feeling playful, he will start messing up your hair

• door dashes your favorite snacks to you

• fixes everything around your apartment

• the reason why you had to buy a longer couch (he's 6'8, he needs to be comfy)

• stomach sleeper so do with that what you will

• churrs in his sleep

• not the greatest hygiene in the world so you will have to force bathe him at times

• tv show binges for date nights

• giant puppy when excited

• texts you throughout the day to let you know he's thinking of you

• makes you little trinkets

• compliments, compliments, compliments

• shows off his tech/fighting skills cause he can

• hand holding is his favorite

• no problem getting you tampons/pads if you get periods

• no problem helping you tuck/bind if you're transitioning

• therapist and sounding board in one

• tries really hard to balance his work, brothers, and you but sometimes has poor execution. this can lead to arguments but he's trying

• disorganized organized and it's amazing how he's survived this long

• chronic apple juice drinker

• sometimes misses emotional ques but tries his best to stay intune with your moods

• when he does get mad, he shuts down, so if it isn't a fight with you, don't take it personal. he'll open up eventually

• loves hugs and will just hug you randomly

• you said 'i love you' at the same time

[roses-r-rosie3]

Pop!: Let The Chaos Begin

Miguel O'hara x M!Reader

[Pop! Masterlist]

Warnings: Crack, Spideplush being mischievous, Miguel is a victim fr😔

Summary: Miguel is asked by reader to take care of spider plush while he goes to take care of an anomaly and spider plush ends up wreaking havoc but as soon as reader comes back from his mission spider plush acts innocent

A/n: Okay so, originally it was going to be Put It Straight that was going to get a part 2 first but I just got this idea and now I can't stop thinking abt it

Quote: "I'm gonna get back at that little shit head"

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Ever since Spider Plush was invited to the society, you have been treating him like your own child. Feeding him, bathing him, cradling him, and more. Miguel would be lying if he said he wasn't jealous from your treatment of Spider Plush. But anyways back to present day.

"Hey babe" You said as you walked into Miguel's office while cradling spider plush in your arms.

"What is it this time?" Miguel grunted.

"I just need you to babysit Spider Plush while I go handle another anomaly" You said as you handed Spider Plush to Miguel.

"Can't he just take care of himsel-"

You interrupted Miguel by giving him the 'don't test me' glare.

"Alright! Have fun and be safe!" Miguel laughed awkwardly.

"Bye Bye Spider Plush, your other dad will take care of you while I'm gone" You said after you gave Spider Plush one last kiss before you opened a portal.

"Dad?!" Miguel yelled as you walked into the portal.

When you were finally gone, everything seemed normal, at first.

"So.. uhhh.. how are you?" Miguel said.

Spider Plush looked at Miguel, blinked a few times, and he immediately got out of Miguel's hands and started to attack him.

"GAHH!" Miguel yelled as the spider plush started to attack his face.

Miguel started to try and tear the Plush off of his face as he stumbled around and accidentally knocking stuff off of his desk. When Miguel finally ripped the plush off of his face, Spider Plush started to run away to cause more chaos.

"No! No! No! No! Come back! Your dad is gonna kill me if you get hurt!" Miguel yelled as he chased the plushie around the building.

The Spider Plush ran into the cafeteria and started throwing food from the other spider people's plates at Miguel. Miguel increasingly got more annoyed as the plushie started to throw more food at him, but all of a sudden a whole plate was thrown at Miguel's head as it shattered to pieces on impact, causing Miguel to stop for a bit.

"OW! You little piece of shit!" Miguel roared as he heard a little laugh coming from Spider Plush.

When Spider plush was done wreaking havoc in the cafeteria, he started running towards the therapy room.

"So what brings you here?" said the spider therapist.

"It- It's about my Uncle" One of the spider people sobbed.

"Agai-"

Spider Plush and Miguel bursted into the room. Spider Plush tried using the spider therapist as a human shield, but failed as Miguel caught him and started to bring him towards the 'go home' Machine.

"I'm done with you, you little piece of shit" Miguel growled, ignoring how Spider Plush kicking at him.

"Margo, prepare the go home machine for spider plush here" Miguel mumbled.

"But won't y/n get mad at you?" Spider byte said worryingly.

"I don't care what y/n will think! This little rodent has put me through hell and back!" Miguel yelled.

"Alright" She said as she started to prepare the go home machine.

Miguel looked on at spider plush as the giant robotic spider came out and was about to send the plush home. Until it stopped.

"Miguel O'Hara!" You screamed.

"Y/n! It- it's not what it looks like!" Miguel said.

Spider Plush saw you and started to make crying noises.

"What did you do to him! You monster! He is supposed to be your son!" You scowled.

"He was causing chaos around the whole building!" Miguel said.

"Spider Plush would do no such thing!" You yelled.

"Y/n! Please! You have to hear me out!" He pleaded.

"I think Spider Plush has been through enough already, I'm going to take him to get a nap" You said as you walked out the room with spider plush hung around your shoulder.

Spider Plush looked up at Miguel and glared at him with mischief in his eyes.

"I'm gonna get back at that little shit head" Miguel grumbled.

[hyenaa-euphoria]

I hhave three questions, if I may!

Does DogDay in the red giant au like, attack anything that is alive/that moves, or not? Like, if someone where to give him food would he attack them or?? Sorry if this question is dumb lol

This sorta plays into the third question, but do you have any tips on how to draw the smiling critters?

Do you have any tips making a smiling critter oc? I'm really struggling with coming up for a design for my one, she always ends up lookin plain/boring :(

HELLOO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

1 sort of…..???

He would rather snatch the food from your hand and forget about you than actually try to go after you!! It’s easy food after all!

And even if he did try attacking you, he can’t really so much, he has no strength left!

2 JUST ONE BUT YES

TEAR. BODIES.

thats literally it. tear bodies. that how you can construct their bodies.. Play with that! Make different poses!

3 Of course! Here are some tips!!

NAMES-

Soo, i usually base my ocs on animal idioms, animal expressions, adjectives, etc. Here are some examples with meanings!!

Loan Shark

Moneylender who asks for a lot of money, usually illegally.

CashCow

Someone who makes a lot of money from a company

BusyBee

Someone who keeps themselves busy

KittyCorner

Diagonally opposite from someone or something

Sitting Duck(s)

Someone thats easy to manipulate, cheat or take advantage of

EagerBeaver

Someone who works very hard and enthusiastically

WholeHog

Do something to its fullest extent

GuineaPig

Person used as a subject for an experiment

Wild Goose (Chase)

Foolish chase for something unattainable

BlackSheep

Person who embarrasses a group for being different

One-Trick-Pony

Person with one great talent but doesn’t have much more to offer

Road Hog

Dangerous driver, someone who drives recklessly

TopDog

The most important person in a group

You can also take normal expressions that have certain words that sound like animal species! Take my oc as an example (Sir Bat-An-Eye.)

COLORS-

IF you are basing your little critter on a real animal, you could think, “Man, how do i make this little guy look more Smiling Critter-ish?”

COLORS!!

Take Bubba for example,

He is an elephant! Elephants aren’t a bright blinding blue! Yet in a lot of cartoons they are represented this way because it is way more colorful! Sure to attract kids.

If it is an actual animal, search for some cartoon references of them! Maybe that can help!

Saturate the colors A LOT. Do you think kiddies would like an old, rusty, sad-beige-mom animal in their show??!?! Well- maybe…..🤔

But thats not the point! Make them bright! Make them pop!

Also, don’t always base them off of the animals ACTUAL colors! Give them different colors! If you want to make your alligator oc red because he lives in the depths of an erupting volcano then go ahead! If you want your parrot oc to be THE COLOR OF THE FUCKING RAINBOW then go ahead!! Who says they have to be the normal colors? Not me!

PERSONALITY AND ANIMAL CHOOSING-

Sooo… if you wanna be very picky like me.. then choose animals by how they would act in a society!

A hyena wouldn’t be nice! They would make fun of people, they would be rude!

A gazelle would be shy! They wouldn’t get their kicks from fighting!

That kinda what i mean🤔

If you want an elegant Critter, look for animals that often represent elegance, like peacocks!!

WHAT THEY DO.

What would they do if they were caretakers in PlayCare? A therapist? A janitor? What do they teach? Think about that and maybe that will help you with their necklaces!!

If you need more help, ask away :p!!

[mrsevans90]

Puppy Love-Epilogue

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 19

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller 

Warnings: Flash forward, fluff, smut, handjob, fingering, squirting, P in V intercourse, oral (f), creampie, innuendos, language, pregnancy romantic love making.

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own. 

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading!

Part 18

Flash Forward in Time:

I wake up with a gentle bump against my side and hazily blink my eyes to allow them to adjust to the darkened room. Emma is still blissfully unconscious as her head rests against my chest and her nude body is draped against mine. I tend to get warm but this woman somehow always seems to be cold. I don’t mind one bit as I’ve spent the majority of my life sleeping alone and I sleep so much better with her body against my own. I smile at my perfect woman and gently move her disheveled hair from her face before I feel another gentle nudge against my side. Our baby boy seems to have woken up and it won’t be long until he wakes his mother up too. Luckily, she’s a heavy sleeper but I’d imagine having a human being rolling around in your abdomen could wake up most anyone. I reach down and caress her swollen belly to acknowledge my little boy and hopefully soothe him back to sleep by rubbing her tummy. Emma is almost eight months along now, and needs every bit of sleep she can get. As I touch her tummy, I think about what life will be like once our little guy finally makes his appearance. We haven’t nailed down a name for him yet, but Emma keeps admitting she likes the idea of naming him after me and calling him AJ, for Austin Junior. I’m pushing for him to have his own name and identity, certainly not wanting him to feel like he has to follow in my shadow. I like the names Luke, Hudson, Grant, and Bradley, but ultimately, I’m going to leave it up to Emma to choose her favorite. She’s doing all of the hard work after all. After a bit of gentle caressing on her belly, our son seemed to calm and Emma messily rolled over and wrapped herself around the giant pregnancy pillow that’s taking over her entire side of the bed. I won’t complain because I’ll give her anything to help her be more comfortable. I decide to ease out of the bed and get the day started because somehow in all my years I can’t shake the early wake up times that the military instilled in me. I quietly corral Mills and let him out in the backyard to use the bathroom. Aika passed away early last year and I’ll be honest, I took it hard. My nightmares started coming back more frequently and Emma convinced me to talk to my therapist at the VA about it. I still miss that sweet girl but know that she had such a fulfilling life here with us. She’s buried out in the backyard under a large oak tree so that we still feel her spirit close by. Mills also really struggled in the first month after her passing, constantly looking around the house for her. He always adored her and was used to following her lead but he’s doing well as he’s matured from the puppy stage. I spent some time training him after our wedding and now he knows all of the commands that I had taught Aika which is helpful, especially now with a growing family.

I start up the coffee pot and know I’ve only got a short window of time before responsibilities call, so I sip on a cup of coffee while I start making breakfast. As I’m plating the pancakes at the table, I hear movement upstairs and know I need to intercept quickly. I bound up the stairs and open the bedroom door to our three-and-a-half-year-old twin girl’s bedroom. Molly Grace and Maggie Kate are out of their toddler beds and already digging in their princess box regardless of the fact that it’s not even half past six on a Saturday morning. They squeal when I scoop them up and place kisses along each of their cheeks.

“Da Da! Ouch!” They giggle as my beard scratches against their cheeks. 

“Sorry little darlins” I respond before tickling their tummies. 

“Now what do we have here, already getting into the princess box?” 

“I want to be Tiana!” MG says followed by MK who declares she is going to be Ariel. “Well, if I get you girls dressed in your princess gowns, y’all gotta promise to be quiet on the way downstairs so we can let Mama sleep in. Is that a deal?” I ask.

Both curly headed girls nod their heads fervently. I’m certain that won’t last long as my daughters tend to be a bit exuberant, but I’ll take what I can get.

“Alright then, bring me the dresses and then we have to brush your teeth before your dragon breath knocks me out.” I joke. 

A somewhat endless feeling half hour later, I successfully have both girls dressed and with clean teeth. Their hair is still a disaster but I’m working on learning. God, if the old me could see myself now. Googling videos of how to braid hair or make a ponytail. Emma usually does their hair and tries to show me a thing or two when she has time. The girls have dirty blonde hair, not quite as light as Emma’s, but they both got my wild curls which Emma adores. 

I’ve got them set up with chocolate chip pancakes, fruit and milk cups as they tell me about what movie they want to watch later and constantly interrupt each other as they ask for this and that. 

“Nana and PawPaw want y’all to come over today to help Nana bake a cake. Does that sound good?” I ask knowing that the girls are over the moon anytime they get to go to my grandparents’ house. It’s hard to tell who loves it more, the girls or my grandparents. I’m grateful for a potentially quiet afternoon with Emma, since we won’t have too many of those in the future anytime soon.

“Oh yeah! I want to do that! Can we make cupcakes?” 

“That’s all up to Nana. Y’all just remember that she’s old and y’all don’t want to wear her out.”

“Yeah, Nana’s real old but PawPaw is even older. He’s like 104.” Maggie says.

“No he’s not! He’s only like 23 I think.” Molly retorts. 

“Y’all really have no idea about numbers yet and I find that adorable.” I chuckle to myself as I hear Emma making her way down the hall.

“Good morning, Sugar. Hope we didn’t wake you, I was trying to let you rest.” I kiss my girl sweetly while rubbing her swollen belly.

“Wasn’t you, your son decided to dance on my bladder.” She grumbles and I chuckle. Even all this time later, she still isn’t a morning person. She shuffles further into the kitchen and the girls jump up and give her what I’m sure are sticky syrup covered good morning hugs and kisses. I pour Em a cup of coffee, adding her creamer and she holds it with both hands with a grateful sleepy smile.

“So Ariel and Tiana, what are we talking about this morning?”

“How Nana’s old.” Molly announces and Emma almost chokes on her coffee.

“Who told you that?” Emma asks and both girls point directly to me. Little narcs.

“Well, she is! I was just telling the girls to take it easy on her today.” Emma rolls her eyes at me before walking to the table

“Don’t tell Nana that she’s old.” Emma tells the girls.

“But she is old, mama.” Maggie refutes.

“Yes, but it’s still not nice to say. We don’t want to hurt Nana’s feelings.”

“Does Nana not know that she’s old?” Molly asks inquisitively.

“I’m sure she does baby, but spending time with you girls helps her feel young. Now, how about you girls work on making Nana and PawPaw some more drawings for their refrigerator? You know how much they love those!” Emma directs.

“I want to draw Mills chasing chickens!” Molly shouts.

“I’m going to draw PawPaw riding a cow!” Maggie exclaims.

I chuckle as I watch them scurry over to the little kiddie table off of the kitchen that Emma has made as their art station and get to work.

Emma has shifted to working part time and it’s been great. She stayed home with the girls at first, taking an extended maternity leave after they were born but found that she missed the vet clinic and working with animals. We decided on sending the girls to a “Mother’s Day Out” program where they attend half days so that Emma and I can both work. Our jobs give us the flexibility to be able for one of us to pick them up at 1pm each day and have them home in time for an afternoon nap.

Emma relaxes back at her chair at the table and starts eating some breakfast.

“Little man let you get decent rest last night?” I ask her and she shrugs while chewing her food.

“I felt like I got up more times to pee or roll over than I actually got rest, but I suppose that’s just going to prepare me for the newborn stage of having him up every two hours.”

“Hell, just think about how much easier it’ll be with only one baby this time.” I think back to how exhausted Em and I both were in the first few months home with the girls. We struggled to get them on the same feeding and sleeping schedules. It felt like as soon as we got one to sleep, the other was screaming and waking everyone up. Em and I were so tired we basically just roamed about the house like zombies during the night. I feel like I coped a little bit better than Emma since I was used to insomnia, but she was determined to breastfeed and didn’t want to mess up her supply. After a few months, I finally convinced her to pump some milk for night feeds so I could help more with a bottle feed during the night and let her rest. 

“Gosh, I hope so. They were worth it all, but damn I hope this baby sleeps.” Emma sighs.

“Given any more thoughts on what you’d like to name this handsome fella?” I ask. 

“I still like AJ, but I’ve been thinking about it and I also really like the name Grant ever since you brought it up. Grant Syverson just sounds like a future star quarterback.” She says and I smirk as I munch on a few berries.

“I like that a lot, Sugar. It’s a very strong name. One he can be proud of. Perfect for our boy.” 

“I was thinking the middle name could be Joseph after PawPaw?” She suggests and I have to take a moment to just awe at this woman. PawPaw was always a taciturn man with a steely exterior but when Emma became part of the family he opened up to her more than I ever imagined. Always imparting words of advice and stopping by to check on her when she was pregnant with the girls and I was working. Nothing could have prepared us for the absolute mush that man turned into when the girls were born. PawPaw seemed to get a new lease on life as he dropped everything to spend time with his “grandbabies”. He wanted to teach them all about the farm and loved showing them all the animals. He was wrapped around their fingers and we all joked about it. 

“I don’t think anything could make him prouder. I love that idea, baby girl.”

“Let’s wait until he’s born before we tell him.” She suggests and I agree.

“Walt doing okay now that he’s back at work?” Emma asks.

“He’s having a hard time focusing, which is understandable. He’s itching to get home every night to Cassie and baby Carter.”

“Yeah, Cass mentioned he’s got terrible FOMO when I was over there last week. He’s afraid he’s going to miss something.” Emma responds.

Walt and Cassie really hit it off at the wedding and before long were in a serious relationship. She moved to Texas with him about eight months into dating. They got married a little over a year ago and just had a little boy, Carter, who made Walt light up in a way he hasn’t since Faye was little. Emma loved having Cassie close and it was nice having Walter so happy and working more reasonable hours. Faye came to visit as often as she could which was also good for Walt. They only lived about ten minutes from us and Emma had been over every day last week to help Cassie since Walt was on his first week back to work from paternity leave. I remember how hard it was to leave Emma and the girls to go back to work.

“It’s tough to leave your wife and new baby and go back to work but I’m sure he’ll adjust. I remember facetiming you like every hour that first week just to check in.” I reminisce.

“I remember.” Emma giggles. “My big strong army man was a nervous wreck about missing any moment with his girls. It took some time but I think we found a good family/work balance that keeps us fulfilled.” 

“I keep you filled.” I mutter with a smirk.

“Austin!” Emma feigns shock. “Clearly you have.” She murmurs as she pats her round belly and I look at her with smug pride. 

“Think Nana and PawPaw would keep the girls for a night?” She wonders aloud even though we both know that they jump at the chance to keep the kids.

“You know they would. Got something in mind?”

“An impromptu night alone with my handsome man sounds pretty perfect to me.” Emma bites her lip and I feel the surge run through my body as I quickly grab my phone to call Nana and confirm that the girls can sleepover with them tonight. Emma heads upstairs to pack the girls an overnight bag and before we know it, we’re loading them up in the truck and headed to Nana and PawPaw’s.

After a lively drop-off and quick visit with Nana and PawPaw, Emma and I were back in the truck and driving out of their long driveway. 

“I feel like we’re teenagers who just got permission to go out for the night.” Emma joked. 

“That mean I get to cop a feel? I ask as I pull Emma closer to me and run my big hand across her exposed thigh gently dragging her sundress higher.

“Thanks to these pregnancy hormones, you’ll be feeling more than that.” Emma smirks and I groan. Our sex life has always been incredible, but having two toddlers that seemingly always want something, and a very heavily pregnant wife who struggled with morning sickness longer than expected made us slow down a bit. Emma finally got to feeling better and the hormones lately had been keeping her extra needy which I was more than happy to accommodate. 

“Lunch date at Gia’s?” I asked and she nodded enthusiastically. Baby boy had Emma craving pasta all the time so I knew she’d be excited. 

After eating a nice meal, we made our way home and smiled at the rarity of quietness inside our home. Even Mill’s seemed excited about staying with my grandparents for a night of chicken chasing and homemade treats from Nana. The house was all to ourselves and I was ready to get Emma naked and spend the rest of the day in the bed.

I reached for Emma and pulled her into a kiss. 

“I love you, beautiful darlin’.” I told her between kisses. Her swollen tummy had me leaning a little further than I usually do for these types of kisses, and I couldn’t help but lean down and place a soft kiss on her belly too. 

“I love you too, baby.” She replied as she pawed at my abs in an attempt to take off my shirt.

I pulled my shirt over my head and Emma’s nails immediately sunk into my chest hair as she gently scratched up and down my torso.

“Let’s get to our bedroom so I can properly get you naked, Sugar.”

I led her upstairs to our bedroom and took my time undressing her slowly before laying her down on the bed. She has been feeling a bit self-conscious lately as her body stretches and swells to accommodate our growing son, but I do my best to reassure her.

“You’re so pretty, Darlin’. Every bit about you is perfect.”

“Sy, I’m huge. Be truthful.” She sasses.

“No, you’re pregnant and growing my kid. That I put into you. Something about that turns me on even more. Plus, your tits are huge and I can’t wait to sneak a taste of them when your milk comes in again.” I smirk at her devilishly.

“Austin, you are downright depraved.” She giggles as my hands paw all over her body.

“Only for you, Sugar. Now, let me finally make love to my bride without any interruptions.” I say as I plant kisses along her collar bone, sliding down to her belly and then the juncture of her thighs where her perfect pussy is already glistening in anticipation. I rub my calloused hands along her thighs and spread her open for me as I lick a long stripe up her folds. Emma is extra sensitive lately and jumps at the sensation with a loud moan before her hands find the short strands of my hair and grab on. I lick, kiss, and suck on her delicate pearl before sliding two fingers gently inside her and curling them. A few minutes after I began my ministrations, Emma screams her release as she squirts and her fluids coat my chin and forearm. I drink down everything she gives me so I don’t waste a single drop of her honey. I begin to place gentle kisses on her thighs as I work her through her high before I kiss up her body to check on her. I’m greedily tempted to work her to another orgasm, but know that she’s extra sensitive right now and it might be too much for her. I make my way up to her neck and place soft kisses under her ear as she reaches and grabs on to the scruff of my beard.

“Fuck, Austin. That was amazing.” She mewls with her eyes still closed as I place gentle kisses on her eyelids.

“Yeah? Feel good, Sugar?” I ask as she catches her breath.

“The best. Now I need your cock.” Emma almost whispers as her fingertips trail down my abs before wrapping around my raging erection. She squeezes just like I like before running her thumb across my slit to collect the bead of precum that’s already dribbling out in anticipation and I thrust myself further into her grasp with a groan. I watch as Emma removes her hand, spits into her palm before grabbing me again and jerking me. Between deep kisses, I glance down at her delicate little hand working my large member and can’t help but thrust against her. If she keeps going, I’m going to blow my load before I even get inside her warm cunt.

“Darlin’, I need to be inside you.” 

“Fuck me, Austin. Please baby.” I grunt as I manhandle her onto her side, conscious that this may be the best position to keep any pressure off of her growing womb and slide up behind her before lifting her thigh around me. I gently ease the tip of my cock into her warm channel and Emma pushes down against me, sucking my cock inside her wet heat in the best way. When my pelvis is fully seated against her ass cheeks, I groan and Emma arches her back which gives me the perfect angle to her g-spot. I start thrusting slowly as I suck and lick against the spot under Emma’s ear and she wraps an arm around my neck thrusting her fingers into my hair and tugging. 

“Fuck, you feel so good. So wet and tight. Just like the first time I ever fucked you, baby girl.” I grunt against her neck.

“Mmm, Austin! You feel so good inside me. So big and full.” She mumbles as I thrust into her.

“God, we fit together so good. You were made to be mine.” I murmur as I appreciate the tight, wet heat surrounding me.

“Harder, baby.” She moans and I’m so tempted to start jack hammering into her perfect cunt but am worried about hurting her more than my desire to fuck hard.

“I don’t want to hurt you or the baby, Sugar.”  “You won’t, I promise. Fuck me please!” She moans and I can’t help but pound into her a bit harder as she claws down my arm that’s holding across her perfect tits. I have the perfect view to watch them bounce over her shoulder as I fuck her from behind and can’t help but start gently tugging at her nipples which earns me a louder moan from her.

I remove my arm from her breasts before I shove two of my fingers in her mouth. She sucks fervently before I reach down past her tummy and start rubbing them against her swollen clit. She’s so easily stimulated that I have her cumming in a matter of moments. Her tight pussy clenched me so hard that I couldn’t hold back my own orgasm and found myself releasing deep inside her before I had intended too. I stilled my hips and shoved my cock as deep as I possibly could as I finished before collapsing back down onto the sheets, not caring how sweaty we were. Emma and I laid perfectly still basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking as the ceiling fan whirled above us before I slid my softening cock from her body and she whined at the loss.

Emma clumsily rolled over to face me and laid her head against my chest, her fingers combing through my chest hair as my fingertips trailed up against her spine.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked her as we basked in the silence.

“I’m thinking that I want you to fuck me like that again before the night is over… and I want to take a bath with you… and I might also be thinking about the chocolate chip cookie dough in the refrigerator.” Emma replied as I croaked out a hearty laugh at how her thoughts were all over the place.

“Why, what are you thinking?” She asked.

“I was honestly just thinking about how grateful I am for you. I never thought I could have any of this. I was just this broken, shell of a person who went through the motions of everyday life. I swear, I never really thought I’d find love like my grandparents and then I met you. I’ve always been so independent and now, I swear to God, I can’t imagine being away from you for a single day. You completely changed me for the better and gave me so much love and passion. It’s like you woke me up and I started finally living life. Oh, and not to mention our babies. God, I love them so much even when they are being little brats. You and our kids just complete me. I can’t wait to see how our son joins in the mix with our baby girls. I’m just so glad I found you. I’ve never been this happy in my life.” I tell her honestly as I think about how my life has changed in just the past 5 years before I hear her sniffle.

“Sugar?”

“Now I feel like an ass for thinking about eating cookie dough when you were making this big declaration of love.” She sobs as the tears flow down her cheeks and I can’t help but laugh out loud.

“It’s not funny, Austin! That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever heard and you know I feel the same way.” She laugh/cries as I bite my lip to keep from chuckling at the absurdity of her pregnancy hormones. She looks up at me with tears still in her eyes and can’t help but start laughing herself. I finally allow my laughter out and we spend the next few minutes laughing so hard that Emma has to get up and waddle to the bathroom to pee which just makes me laugh even harder.

I head to the bathroom after her and start filling the bathtub and lighting candles before helping Emma step in. I make a quick run downstairs to the kitchen and get us some waters and the entire roll of cookie dough with a spoon before I head back up and present the princess with her snack. 

Her eyes fill with tears of gratefulness that her beloved craving is about to be satisfied which has us laughing all over again as I join her in the tub to what we jokingly still call marinating in our ‘body juice soup.’

Emma rests her back against my chest as she feeds me bites of her dessert and I can’t help but feel more fulfilled than I ever have before. My future now is not some bleak possibility, but filled with excitement and joy. I owe it all to a bit of puppy love that became the love of my life.

Taglist: @shellyshellshell, @henryownsme, @caramariehurst, @beck07990, @mollymal, @kingliam2019, @syversonswife, @identity2212, @starfirewildheart, @hannah9921, @wa-ni, @kneelforloki, @cutedoxie, @enchantedbytomandhenry, @foxyjwls007, @geralts-yenn, @courtlynwriter, @corrie1013, @squeezyvalkyrie, @summersong69, @livisss, @mayloma, @uunotheangel, @warriormirkwood, @sofiebstar, @wetzilly, @ashbrat488

A/N: Y'all, it's finally here! I'm so so sorry that it took me so long to get this written and posted but #lifehappened and I'm a bit of a perfectionist so I wanted it to be right. Thank you all so much for following along on Sy and Emma's love story. Your support and encouragement has lifted me up more than you realize. I'm so grateful to everyone that's followed along! I'm super sad that it's over but there may be a one-shot or two in our future for them! Love you all!

[y2ksnowglobe]

Dndads Dad characters and what I consider to be their most notable parenting crime

The amount of seriousness for any of these is highly variable

Barry: Using a giant hamster water bottle type thing to hydrate the soulless bodies of your grandkids. Bill: Not letting his son murder him. Cern: Getting your kids involved in the doomsday cult you're a member of. Darryl: Honestly? Being a slightly more boring version of my own dad. Frank: Not super canon, but like...he'd give the "Eat some peanut butter to stop being depressed" advice. Gartok: Enslaved his kids. Glenn: Pretended to not like minions with an intensity that it made him look really bad in court. Grant: Probably should have taken Lincoln to a therapist right after the cat incident. Henry: Seems to have forgotten he has a daughter. Jodie: Gave his child a flashbang. Lark(?): Didn't tell Normal about the bulletproofing in the mascot outfit. Poor kid was probably wondering why all the cheerleading moves were harder now. Marco: So unsure of himself that he's able to be convinced he signed a permission slip for his son to go to Seattle. Nicky: Suggests friend murder way too easily as a problem solving method. Ron: "Who's your daddy now?" Scam: Hermie is a teenager because that's the funniest age for him to be. Sparrow: Did not stop Normal from being Vinny the Vulture during a heatwave. Terry Jr.: Offered Scary some kale chips that one time. Willy: Honestly? It's the I have two fish and two plates...lemme just stack these plates together and eat both of the fish moment. That's just such an inexplicable, what the fuck? moment for me.

[respectthepetty]

What is tradition?

I finally watched this week's episodes of The Eighth Sense and

Episode six was NOT a dream

Ji Hyun is alive but whatever happened is serious

This is a giant "fuck you" to tradition

First, Ji Hyun brings light to Jae Won's dark world. Jae Won is in a very dark place (and head space) after the confrontation with his dad and the camera breaking, so he reaches out to the light.

Ji Hyun is at his peak brightest because Jae Won is about to experience the darkest period of his life . . . again

Jae Won is also in a haze due to his mental state. The colors become less ethereal as their time together continues during the trip because Jae Won is becoming more grounded.

Next, since episode six is not a dream, that means something did happen to Ji Hyun, and it's serious.

Because it needs to be serious.

Someone already compared Jae Won to Team from Between Us. They share the same trauma. They share the same burden. They share the same mentality. Team loved Win but was too afraid to say it. He was too afraid to lose someone he loved like before. He was too afraid to push because the last time he pushed, there were fatal consequences.

Jae Won specifically voices this last concern. His brother died in front of him, and much like Team, I'm sure it is partially due to a rash decision Jae Won made, much like this one:

Someone pointed out that the back of their wetsuits read "RASH" and this entire beach trip was a rash decision by Jae Won.

If Jae Won feels responsible for his brother's death, he will definitely feel responsible for whatever happens to Ji Hyun, and because of that he will resort back to his old self even more.

Jae Won was an overachiever. The hospital staff thought he was older because he was mature and put together. He did exactly what his parents wanted. He did what society expected. He dated a girl. He befriended the masculine men. He did all of that, but lately, he has been rebellious. He's been drinking. He broke up with the girl. He is distancing himself from his friend(s). He doesn't want to go into business.

But this incident with Ji Hyun will put him back on the straight and narrow. It will scare him and shake him to his core because it is a reminder of what could happen when he doesn't stay in line - he could lose the one he loves the most. So to protect his heart and Ji Hyun, he will pull back, date the girl, hang out with his friends, and do what his parents ask. He will follow tradition.

But the problem with tradition is it's really just history repeating itself again, and again, and again.

The show is about the troubles with tradition. Tae Hyung is hellbent on keeping tradition alive. He wanted the freshmen to drink until they passed out on the beach trip. He wants them to cater to him. He is, at his very core, a traditionalist even though it has been pointed out several times how tradition hurt him. Yoon Won mentions every time how Tae Hyung was essentially bullied and hazed by his seniors, but instead of wanting to change for the better, Tae Hyung wants to continue the cycle of pain.

Ae Ri refuses to drink anymore at the beach. She rebukes traditional mindsets and gender roles. She speaks casually with the seniors and even when Yoon Won comments that the freshmen need to use formalities with the seniors, Ae Ri scoffs. She doesn't respect Tae Hyung and won't simply because he is a senior.

Tae Hyung needs tradition because it is predictable and structured. Ae Ri hates tradition because it is confining and restrictive.

Jae Won told his therapist that life after the military has been difficult. This is a common feeling. Military life is structured. Civilian life is full of choices. Military service is riddled with tradition. Jae Won is lost without the structure of tradition. He wants to break free, but the way he has been handling it (drinking, partying, not applying for jobs) is an extreme. Instead of one thing holding power over him, he is giving up power to anything and everything just so he doesn't have to make any decisions because when he does, people get hurt.

Jae Won wears a mask with everyone, but he was beginning to lean on Ji Hyun in hopes that Ji Hyun could make those decisions for him. Ji Hyun is the light in Jae Won's dark world, so why couldn't Ji Hyun just be Jae Won's entire world?

In the bar, Jae Won got upset at Tae Hyung but Ji Hyun was there to calm him down, both in the first episode and the fifth. But we saw in the trailer that Jae Won will hit Tae Hyung in the classroom because Ji Hyun won't be there to calm him down since Jae Won pushed Ji Hyun away after the incident.

Jae Won must take control of his own life instead of living in these extremes. He needs to find a balance within himself. He needs to define who he wants to be without depending on others to do it for him.

The accident with Ji Hyun is going to push Jae Won back into his comfort zone, so he will be alone again, pretending with everyone and masking his true self.

But he will realize his comfort zone is his hell, and HE is the only one who can rescue himself from it. Ji Hyun can't be around while Jae Won figures out who he needs to be. He can't keep repeating the same mistakes.

Because

Jae Won's biggest problem is himself

And

Jae Won's only solution is himself.

He must be his own light.

Sidenote: I'm gonna marry this queen.

I have an answer for you @wen-kexing-apologist. I have thoughts for you @waitmyturtles and @dribs-and-drabbles. I agree with you @bengiyo

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Sword gays showdown, losers bracket (Round 1)

Propaganda:

For Hershel Layton:

For a professor of archeology he wins a LOT of swordfights. why is he so skilled at the blade. why do these games include so many sword fighting cutscenes. why has no one else talked about this. 

He swordfought what he thought was a vampire while tripping on hallucinogenic gas and won. He also swordfought a crazy guy on top of a giant robot with nothing but a metal pipe. King tbh. As for the gay part: he is bisexual TO ME.

For Jade:

A badass lady in love with a badass princess. Damn RIGHT!

More Jade Propaganda: (mod note: this section is from a reblog and all from one person)

Jumps off the edge of the world to follow her girlfriend, who also jumped off the edge of the world.

Out of the three braincells that the Questies collectively own, Jade always has two. (Willow likes to think he has more, but I’m not so sure.)

So tired. So very tired. Please give this girl a break, a therapist, and some rational peers.

Guys, she is named after a sword. I don’t know if that matters, but….still.

Crazy repressed, and fighting like hell to hold onto her last shred in sanity. You can see in pretty much every scene that she is *this* close to losing it, but never does.

She is “totally, ridiculously, desperately, in love” with Kit.

But not so much that she wouldn’t choose her own dreams. I think that this is a really important part of her character, the way that once she knows what she wants, she goes after it. Whether is it to be a Knight if Galladorn, to rejoin her family, or to pursue the butch princess who gives new meaning the concept of a dumbass, Kit.

THE PINING! Oh my word, the PINING!

She sometimes just decides that it would be more fun to smash a troll’s head in with her pommel, instead of using her blade, and I appreciate that in a character.

She is a protector- through and through.

She is the archetype of the devoted knight, and does it SO well!

We only got 8 episodes of Jade, but she has completely re-wired my brain. I haven’t seen the dragon prince, which is now on my list, and I am thrilled to learn all about this disabled butch badass. However, I wanted to offer a bit more propaganda for my girl, Jade.

[kinnbig]

so, who is the most pathetic? big, vegas or kim?

obsessed with this question thank u anon i am going to have to approach this very scientifically and rate their patheticness levels with super incredibly objective patheticness points

Big -

pathetic:

in unrequited love with his boss +2

roasted by Kim for being in unrequited love with his boss +1

got demoted cause some random guy asked for his job +1

put in his place by Chan while trying to put the new guy in his place +1

not invited to the Hum Bar shenanigans +1

lectured on homophobia by a 'straight' guy (while gay) +1

fell off his motorbike and was real angy about it +1

"it's because of me. I couldn't help Khun Kinn" +2

looks like he's on the verge of tears 24/7 +1

sad little hair strand +1

literally died +5

not pathetic:

captain of the Tawan hate squad -2

mean girl swag -1

beat up that guy and was hot about it -1

picked up Porsche by his hair and was really hot about it -2

total: 11

Vegas -

pathetic:

psychosexually obsessed with his cousin +1

all the daddy issues +2

rejected by Porsche +1

tried to bring Porsche a rose but had to leave with it because his cousin woke up from his coma and pretended to be allergic +1

Tankhun smacked him with a tray that one time +1

kicked out of his own bathroom so his cousin could give the guy he was trying to seduce a handjob +3

Gun smacked that book out of his hand +1

got punched sooo many times +1

used his prisoner as a therapist +2

fell in love with said prisoner after one (1) free therapy session +1

the entire hedgehog saga +3

"shoot me!" +1

the entire failed coup +2

"here's how I win." ... *loses* +1

not pathetic:

cool motorbike -1

all the murder/torture -2

so so many cunty outfits -1

did actually get laid -1

ate ass on-screen -2

was probably fucking Ken (good for him) -1

was turned into swiss cheese and lived -1

total: 12

Kim -

pathetic:

actually has a murder board +1

said murder board is behind a giant photo of himself +1

conducts secret investigations instead of communicating with his brothers like a normal person +2

didn't even solve the mystery he was investigating +2

so incredibly emotionally unavailable +1

saw a kid with an entire wall full of his photographs and went "...I wonder if this guy really likes me? maybe I should make him write a love song to check" +1

is the cheek kiss girlie in the fuck nasty show +1

ghosted a child +3

emotionally defeated by a smiley face fried egg +1

on Chay's blocklist +1

led Chay on for an investigation, ghosted him, cried into his polaroids when Chay didn't take him back +2

tried to apologise to Chay by gifting him dead bodies and songs instead of using his words +1

not pathetic:

broke into a mafia boss' office -1

out mean girlied the mean girlie (was mean to Big) -1

is maybe a celebrity -1

the entire bar fight scene -3

total: 11

and there you have it! it's so very close, but Vegas is officially the most pathetic by one (1) patheticness point. i will not be taking constructive criticism at this time

more very scientific kinnporsche research

[olderthannetfic]

Hi I'm the anon who asked about cervical orgasms. I gave up on using a wooden rod and tried a dragon toy for the first time. It's huge and it thrusts hard. It was perfect. Now I'm sad that a human partner will never be able to satisfy me like this. I worry that I'm ruining myself with these intense masturbation sessions.You never entertain those thoughts. What logic do you use to get an idea like that out of your head?

--

Date people with at least one working hand that can operate a dildo.

Problem solved.

--

No, but in all seriousness, it is not your job to validate your partner by preferring the sex they want to provide. This is like partners who want to give "gifts of service", but they don't actually ask what chores/signs of love/etc. you would find helpful and meaningful. That's not giving: that's demanding emotional support from you to them.

This is different from the question of whether you're willing to have other sex that your partner might be more into some of the time in addition to playing with this toy.

If they want to also get to pick things about your mutual sex life, that's normal. If they're too insecure about their dick because you like ginormous dildos, they can bring it up with their therapist.

And, yes, this is routinely an issue for women who date men who think that PiV should 1. be fun for all women at all when it's often painful or boring (no, it's not just gay dudes not liking anal—lots of people don't actually find penetration that fun by default) and 2. cause lots of orgasms and be the be-all-end-all of women's sexuality when that's honestly pretty rare.

(Fellas, if you want to date that unicorn, she's out there, but you're going to have to select your lady based on sexual compatibility in the first place, not hope it just happens.)

When people talk about "ruining" yourself, what they mean is that the standard social construction of straight sex is toxic nonsense and men trained to believe in it will routinely feel emasculated by the actual physical responses of actual women.

And somehow, this is the woman's problem???

Wacky giant sex toys are less normative than a vibrator or cunnilingus, but the actual social pattern is identical.

[ofallthingsnasty]

Bill gives off “will fuck you minutes before you have to go meet up your friends so he can get out of it AND have you embarrassed” energy so I’ll love it if you can write that scenario 👉👈

Nothing but facts here 🤭💕 He's such a smarmy asshole haha @flameshadowwolf 😘

fic referenced - please give it a read before you jump into this one, you'll probably need the context.

tags: yandere, heavy dubcon, Bill being condescending as always, breeding mentioned, talk of future knotting, past noncon + forced impregnation + forced marriage, chubby reader, f!reader, werewolf/human, minors dni word count: 3k

You haven’t done your makeup in forever. It’s been at least two months, you think, as you try to remember which of the colors in your little eyeshadow palette is the best for a monochrome look. You don’t really have the time to duke it out with a more complex style right now, especially with your rusty skills - there is barely an hour left until you're supposed to meet Ellie, car ride not included. Your mind sings at the prospect of a quiet evening, with friendly chatter and good food - and you not having to do anything. No needy toddler, no sticky little hands and pouty mouth to rob you of every last ounce of patience and energy, just adults-only conversations and friendly faces. Ellie and her husband Francis are the only members of the pack that are making an effort to include you and you like them all the better for it. You buff out the eyeshadow a little closer to your brows while you try to keep your bitterness down.

That fateful night three years ago had been your D-Day, and everything that followed was just punch after punch to your face - including being shunned by the very community that you had unwillingly become a part of. Of course, the whole pack knows what happened. Three years might have passed, but they still stick their necks together and whisper about it as though it all happened yesterday, avoiding your presence like you’re some bad omen, the hangman’s bride herself. Only Hugh and the Evett couple are cordial, the rest act as though you’re the black sheep of the family. It’s a small relief but at least they treat your daughter fairly well. It might change once her peers reach a mature enough age to be included in the gossip but for now your little toddler girl doesn’t have to play alone on the playgrounds and is invited to birthday parties only her father can take her to.

You rummage through your little makeup bag, searching for your brow powder. It’s probably too old to use safely, but you don’t care as you smudge it into the hairs. It’s not like you have the time to buy a new one.

Out of the whole pack, only your life is ruled by some archaic tradition. You had asked Ellie once about her and Francis and when she answered that they were high school sweethearts, you had quickly ducked into your coffee, ashamed of your own fate. 

Of course, she knows. You’re close enough in age - she’s a few years younger and still bright-faced, probably taking a giant heap of pity in your circumstances. It doesn’t matter to you, you’re just glad that someone who knows about this whole supernatural business is friendly with you - your old, blissfully unaware friends have long since grown tired of your bitter rants about your husband, not understanding why you’re still with him.

Oh, if only they knew. Their not-so-subtle nudges to get you to go to therapy (or to ditch Bill) get nothing but a grim laugh out of you now. No therapist could get you out of this mess, no stupid self-help book could give you the courage (with a sparkle and fire emoji, of course) to just leave. Just leave. God, it’s so stupid it makes you grimace.

Your life simply isn't your own anymore - right down to your name. Now you're just Mrs. Timmons, with a small golden band and his goddamn scent all over you (marking you as his possession). He had dragged you to the altar kicking and screaming, breaking plates and ripping up that gaudy number he had proposed as your wedding dress, but in the end, he had succeeded.

You had threatened to leave once, when Claire had been so very little, to pack her up and go - to the other side of the country, out of the country, across continents - just to get away from him. It had all been hot air, said in a dark moment of despair, of fear.

The solemn truth is that there is no way out of this. No matter how much you screech and fight - you’re not up against a regular man. Behind that grubby smile and dark eyes lies a creature that can track you down with deadly precision and has claimed you as its own, until the day it dies.

It sure is easy to forget when he throws his dirty shoes down onto the couch table or when he smokes when Claire is in the room, when he doesn’t do shit around the house and you get to stew in your anger, ruminate on the abysmal hand fate had dealt you. Then he’s just a regular piece of shit, just another good-for-nothing husband you get to nag and scream at and fume around. But when he fucks you - that’s when he’s back to the snarling beast he had been in that shed. The way he holds you down, even as a mere man, his grip like iron, his eyes feral and wide - even thinking about it makes you shudder.

It doesn’t matter right now, you think. You’ll be safe from his wandering hands and salacious comments in a matter of minutes, able to be yourself and not the always-scowling fury you have been turned into.

Just a swipe of mascara and your purse- 

A soft knock on the door frame interrupts you.

The sound of Bill’s heavy footsteps save you the glance over your shoulder to confirm it’s really him. “Wow, look at you”, he whistles, a freshly lit cigarette in his right hand. “Did I forget something? Date night? Our wedding day? My birthday?”

He laughs at his own joke as he takes a drag and you can already feel the annoyance starting to boil in your stomach. “I kid, I kid. You’re gonna meet with the Everett girl tonight, right? Girl’s night, eh?”

 “Yeah. Francis will join us later, though”, you say, clipped, brushing your mascara wand over the lower lashes of your left eye.

  “That so?”, you can hear him sucking in another lungful, sounding almost pensive. “Sounds awfully nice, princess.” You hum, finally done with your look. “I did invite you to come. If you remember.” A husky laugh behind you makes your brows furrow. “Jesus, woman, what did I do to you now?” You bite your tongue. Oh, you know. You just forcefully impregnated me three years ago and maybe I still haven’t worked through that. No biggie, though. “Be nice to your old man, yeah?”

He takes the cigarette into his left hand and presses a kiss to your temple, then drags his lips down to your ear. His stubble scratches the thin skin that is stretched over the cartilage of your helix and you can’t suppress the shudder. The right hand that lands on your shoulder is heavy and warm as it rubs and presses the fat over the joint, thoughtful but firm. “I have been nothing but kind, haven’t I? If you had ended up with that little freak, you wouldn’t have seen the sun ever again.” Crinkling, dark eyes meet yours in the mirror. 

Evan. You still think about him sometimes, but he moved just shortly after you started showing, too distraught that it had been Bill's kid and not his. You'd pity him if he hadn't done the unthinkable to you, just like Bill did.

“You do know that, don’t you?” Despite yourself, you nod - suddenly hot and cold at the same time. “I keep you fed, I keep a roof over your head, I let you run free, I let you tear up my shit when you’re mad, I let you go to your uppity little bitch you like so much- I think I’m doing way more than necessary, darling.” He mouths at your ear again, suddenly licking and biting the shell, only stopping when you visibly cringe. “I even think I deserve a little something for that, hm? And if it’s not gratitude, it might just be something else.”

He presses out the cigarette before you can even answer, right on top of your eyeshadow palette. Rough hands glide over the nape of your neck, down to your shoulders and settle right underneath your tits where he pushes them up and catches your eyes in the mirror again. “Just look at you, baby. I wish I could ruin all that makeup with my cum but we can’t have you be late for your little wine dinner, hm?” You see your own face twist in shock at his crude words and he watches in amusement, hands already working the soft flesh of your chest. He pinches and prods through the sturdy fabric that cups your tits, rubbing the material between his fingers to appraise it. “Aw, you’re wearing only a t-shirt bra today, aren’t you? Not my favorite lace number?”, he says and squeezes over your clothed nipples roughly, making you yelp in pain. “Or maybe I should be glad you aren’t. Else I’d think you’re dressing up for the Everett boy.” “But you’d never do that, would you?”, his tone drips with something dark. “You’d never betray me, hm?” Your breath stutters. It’s not a question. It’s a threat. “Why, I-”, you gasp, the words enough to shake you out of your stupor. “Why would you think that?”

“Dunno, babe”, he almost croons. “Just wanted to put it out there. In case you got into your little head again.” His hands wander down to your stomach and grab your fat roughly, a deep growl ending the conversation. He buries his fingers deep into you, so deep it stings and you subconsciously stretch upwards, granting him easier access to your neck. He promptly uses it to nip the skin of your pulse point.

“Soft as ever. Makes me want to bite and devour you whole”, Bill laughs. “But I’ll settle for putting another baby in you.” The nails digging through the cotton of your shirt turn sharp and long - he chuckles as you yelp, as you try to wiggle out of the chair in front of your vanity. “Too late, honeypie.” The man who stares back at you through the mirror is no longer a man - he is a wolf again, the same one that sounded the bell for the end of the life you once knew. “Don’t give me those pitiful eyes. Where’s all that fire, huh?”, he snickers, grotesque notes strung together by a deeper voice, by bigger lungs. “Your snippy little attitude. You do know I love to fuck it out of you, again and again.” Your head is pushed down into the wood and it sends your mascara and brushes flying to the floor. He simply drags your face over the vanity until the crown of your head touches the cool glass of the mirror, your legs slowly rising with the stretch. 

You have a hunch of what will follow. “Ass up, sweetheart”, he bites out and kicks the chair underneath you to the side with so much force you can hear it splinter. You’re left to stand on shaky legs, the cartilage of your nose pressed into the furniture. “Good girl.”

You only whimper in response, too weak to struggle against him, even as his hands leave your head.

He shows little regard for your clothes, as little as he had for his in the moment he turned - sharp claws dig into your nicest pair of jeans with little care, thick hands pull them down by force - over your belly, then over your ass. They're left just above your knees as he targets the next layer, a simple pair of cotton briefs. He slices through them and groans at the sight of you - fully exposed, bent over, vulnerable and oh-so-soft.

 "The baby did you good, sweetheart", he laughs and spanks your ass so hard it echoes through the room. "Made you even better. Maybe another one will make that ass even fatter."

  You're mortified at his crude words - but any indignant squawk of protest gets stuck in your throat as he presses his whole muzzle into your cunt.

He licks and pushes and sucks - eats you out so messily that his spit drips down your thighs and you can't contain your voice any longer.

You're rewarded with a chuckle and even more fervor. 

It's too much and yet not enough - his tongue only brushes your clit but he fucks your hole with it so well it makes your legs shake. You don't even register the way his claws dig into your ass, the pain barely noticeable over the mess he's making in between your thighs.

It’s not enough to make you cum but you feel yourself loosening up, growing pliant under his touch. Maybe he can feel it too because just a few precious minutes later he stops, licking his maw loudly. “Could eat you out all day, princess”, he chuckles behind you. “But you got a little girl’s night to go to, don’t you?” You manage nothing but a teary-eyed nod, throwing him a look over your shoulder, that terrifying creature staring right back at you, the man within it clearly getting drunk with the power he has over you when he is like this. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it quick.” He pushes himself into you slowly, but firmly - his saliva mixed with your own arousal making the most obscene squelch. It’s almost a relief to feel him in you after he fucked you on his tongue and you close your eyes, savoring the feeling of him working you open.

“You take me so well-”, he grits out and you moan in response. You should be ashamed of how much you long for his cock, how the years have made you compliant, even needy for him, even though you’re thoroughly terrified of him - but you can’t find it in you to care right now. The shame will come later, when you’re alone with your thoughts again but for now you just want to him to fuck you so well you’ll forget about everything. He starts out slow but it doesn’t last long - it never does. Just a few thrusts in and he’s found a rather harsh pace that has him fist the neck of your blouse to steady himself, claws puncturing the fabric. “God, I just wanna knot you, sweetheart”, he groans and you believe every word of it. “Bet you want it too- Always such a slut for my knot-” You clench around him both in arousal and shock - taking Bill’s knot is such a messy experience, one that would make you late for sure, with everyone able to smell just why you’re an hour behind schedule. “Ah, tomorrow- I’ll fucking knot you tomorrow.”

Your body is dragged over the wood with every thrust, the crown of your head bumps into the mirror every time he bottoms out - you feel like nothing more than toy with the way you’re rattled around. He seems a little extra desperate, probably trying to empty himself into you as fast as possible.

“Right now I’m- I’m- gonna make you stink with my scent, gonna mark you so that they all know how well I fuck you.” How embarrassing for you. Of course Francis will immediately smell it the moment he walks into the door and you’ll have to duck your head behind your wine glass - wolf that he is, claims like this won’t go unnoticed. “So you can’t run away from me-”, he gasps, out of breath with effort. “And no one can take you, either-” Even through your fucked-out haze, something clicks. He’s insecure. That’s why he’s in this form, why he’s so intent on filling you up before you sit yourself down with friends. Why he just won’t come with you eludes you - but that is Bill, ever so possessive, ever so puzzling.

You’d laugh at him if you weren’t currently getting mounted by a two meter tall humanoid monster, if you weren’t so literally fucked right now.  A groan pulls your attention back to the creature you call your husband. “Oh fuck, babe-”, Bill moans behind you, his pace getting even faster. It grates your insides, your body trying to keep you lubricated as he pounds you. Spittle flies through sharp teeth and lands on your ass as he unabashedly lets his maw hang open, too blissed out to care.

“I’m gonna cum, oh shit- Shit-”, he says and loses himself in a string of curses, trying to fuck you as you deeply as he can, rutting into you with so much force you’re scared the mirror is going to break off the vanity. “Fucking take it-”

The snarl he lets out isn’t human anymore, as are the claws slicing into your scalp, the sudden grip keeping you in place. He shudders violently as he pumps you full of his load, hot and wet. The feeling is enough to wring a throaty moan out of you - not enough to make you cum, but enough to make your legs shake and clench around him. “Damn…” Bill wheezes into the silence that follows, hands still iron on your skin. You slump into the wood beneath you, sweat-slicked and high-strung. He laughs as he hears the thump of your forehead against the vanity. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re gonna make me go before my time with that pussy.” You don’t answer, already irritated with him again. “Well-”, he coughs and takes his hands off you, sounding much more composed. “Looks like you need to start over with your little look.” His words make you gasp and paw at your face, the sticky smudge of mascara palpable on your cheeks. You don’t need to turn your head up to the mirror to tell that you’re back to square one, that you’ll be late, with a dripping cunt and hastily scrawled on makeup. Your arousal is gone in an instant, replaced by hot rage burning its way through your stomach for good. A pat on the head and a content sigh behind you make it boil over, make you clench so hard you actually push him out of you. It’s laughed away, either mistaken for the wrong emotion or simply ignored. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, your old man will make it up to you tomorrow.”

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i’m here to encourage you to please elaborate on singledad!könig

also, do any of their kids have any scuffles with each other? how do the parents and children deal with it?

This ask was sent 10 minutes after the dream daddy post went up. Anon, I adore you.

I was going to put single dad König in this same post, but then it started to go on and on, and I want to take my time with the second half of your ask as well, so all my König thoughts will go in a separate post. Thank you for enabling me :3

(also this is the post I lost 3 paragraphs worth of writing on. It was literally all of Price and Ghost's sections, so forgive me if they're not up to par).

Price: With three kids, there are bound to be spats. Brianna taking something of Alice's without asking, Clara ruining one of the older girls' possessions, etc. etc. People see Price with all girls and remark how peaceful his house must be, but Price (and anybody who has a sister) knows that is NOT true. The Price home is chaos interrupted by periods of peace. Luckily, their dad is a literal military captain, so he's able to whip them into shape. All manner of crying, yelling, and shrieking can be silenced with one singular "GIRLS!" from the man himself. Then after that comes the soothing and the stern talking-tos.

Ghost: I think Simon was great with kids pre-Roba, he had Tommy and then his nephew Joseph. But post-Roba and his work in the special forces, he's much more rough around the edges. Like I said in the main post, Caden is a pretty quiet kid, so I can't see him starting or getting into any trouble. But he is still a 10 year old, so I can see him throwing a fit when he's frustrated or uncomfortable. If this happens in public, Simon will pull him aside and talk to him quite sternly, especially if Caden is making a ruckus as an emotional outlet. In private, he gives Caden space to let it all out, and then talks to him afterwards. However, if Caden can articulate what's upsetting him, he's very gentle and understanding. One way or another, I can see Simon getting help with his PTSD, so he uses a lot of techniques that his therapist taught him with Caden.

Soap: I imagine Elodie as about 6-7 years older than Thomas, who is a literal baby, so I can't see that they get into any fights. Mostly Elodie getting cranky about Thomas getting all the attention, at which point Johnny has to reassure his daughter and give her some love as well. When they're older, Elodie is a classic older sister who fucks with her little brother. She's never truly malicious, but there are definitely times when Johnny's standing in front of them sighing and pinching his nose because Elodie's played a nasty prank on her brother. Johnny's a very picks-his-misbehaving-kid-up-like-a-doll-and-gives-them-a-noogie kind of parent. He's never raised his voice at his kids, but instead has an "if what I think is happening is happening, it better not be" tone that instantly strikes fear into his kids' hearts. I can hear it in my head. I know you guys can hear it in your head too. 'Nuff said.

Gaz: It's hard to say what it's like when Kyle's kids fight: I can see Violet being the sort of girl who is quite close with her younger brother, so I can't really imagine a lot of scenarios in which they would fight. But Elliott is a younger brother and Violet is a growing teenage girl, so there have probably been a few times when Violet got mad at Elliott and screamed at him or said something that she regretted. Kyle and Emily will both scold the kids when they step out of line, and they both do their part when it comes to discipline. Kyle in particular is a very "I'm not mad at you, I'm just disappointed" sort of parent. He expects a lot of Violet, but sometimes that pressure can get to her.

König: This man is overwhelmingly soft for his daughter. The calmest, most gentle giant. I think out of all the dads he's most susceptible to spoiling her, which obviously could become a problem. He's incredibly lucky though, because Ava is an angel. She is spoiled, being an only child on her daddy's colonel salary, but she gives more "kind rich girl" vibes than "inconsiderate little brat". I'm going to elaborate more on this in the upcoming König post, but he's got this deep sadness to him because he lost his wife. Ava is a pretty perceptive child, so she doesn't act out unless she's having a really hard time, in which case König is nothing but soothing and reassuring.

Horangi: If Ryujin (Hong-jin's daughter) has beef with you, he's kicking your ass right alongside her. When she was young, she was fully capable of both starting and finishing fights, and Hong-jin was an incorrigible enabler who was more likely to double over laughing than scold his daughter. Her mother usually had to be the disciplinarian. Hong-jin and Ryujin have a complicated relationship, but in adulthood, they're pretty even keel, and have grown even closer since the death of Ryujin's mom.

Keegan: Jason and Cecelia have been through a lot together, so they don't really fight. When they do though, it's nasty, and Keegan serves as more of a go-between than a disciplinarian role. Both of them will seek advice from him, but he understands that they know each other better than he does. Not for lack of trying, of course, but it's inevitable with older adoptions. His role comes from having more life experience, and he's got a kind of impenetrable chill that makes everybody a lot calmer.

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First sentence prompt (use whichever character your heart desires)

“Don’t look at me, I thought we were going for tacos.”

Taco Tuesday

Pairing: Benny Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 630+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: So @theewokingdead originally gave me this idea for Tommy, but it fits for Benny as well. And then I got this one sentence fic starter and instantly knew what to write!  

“You text Tommy to prepare for taco Tuesday. You later show up to his house with tacos, and when you walk in you find him naked and realize he thought taco Tuesday meant something else entirely.”

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Dating Benny was always a blast. He has so much energy that he pours into everything he does, whether it’s his MMA fighting or going to the movies. He always gets super into whatever we’re doing and it just makes my life so much brighter. Don’t get me wrong, he has his moments where he’s not quite himself, his past consuming him. But he’s been working through it with the help of his best friends, myself, and a great therapist. 

It’s Tuesday and it’s been a long day. I walk inside my apartment, kicking off my shoes and leaving them on the mat near the door, heading into the kitchen to get a glass of water. As I’m drinking, my phone pings, so I fish it out of my purse. Benny’s picture, one of us together at the State Fair with turkey legs the size of our heads, fills my screen and instantly my mood lifts. 

BENNYKINS: How’s my most beautiful girl?

Me: Most beautiful? Is there more than one of us?

BENNYKINS: yup. The one of you that goes in public and the one that does freaky shit in bed 🥵😘😈

Me: you bring out the freak in me what can I say?

…

BENNYKINS: good to know 😉 

Me: you free tonight? 

BENNYKINS: you asking me out?

Me: always. I was thinking it’s Tuesday so taco night at your place?

…

BENNYKINS: sounds perfect

Me: great! I’ll bring supplies

BENNYKINS: I bet you will 😉

I stop at the store on my way to Benny’s, gathering up the stuff we’d need to make tacos. Quickly making my way through the store, I’m grateful that there was no line at checkout. The quicker I can get to Benny the better. I really miss just being around him. 

I pull up to his house, parking behind his Jeep. A quick glance in the mirror to make sure I look ok, not that it matters to Benny in the slightest, and I grab the bag of food, heading up to the front door. I shift the bag and knock, hearing him yell  “Come in!” from somewhere in the house. I open the door and close it behind me, sliding the lock into place and kicking off my shoes before I head into the kitchen, setting the bag down on the counter. 

“Benny?”

“In here!”

I head down the hall, gently pushing open the door to his bedroom where I’d heard his voice coming from. My breath catches in my throat and I freeze - Benny was on his bed, completely naked, laying sideways with a giant grin on his face. 

“Hey pretty lady!”

“I..wh…what are you doing?” I can’t help the smile creeping across my face, but I still haven’t moved, unsure of what to do.

Benny cocks his eyebrow up. “It’s taco Tuesday.”

“Yeah. I have the food on the counter, but what?” I gesture towards him.

His smile falters just a little. “You said you were bringing your taco.”

A laugh erupts from the back of my throat, my head falling back with the weight of it as I realize what he’s thinking. “I said I’ll brings tacosss. Not just my taco!” 

“Oh.” He shakes his head, momentarily caught off guard before the smile returns and he jumps up, his whole uh body bouncing with the motion as he bounds over to me, cupping my face with both hands and placing a soft kiss to my lips.

“You brought your taco, and I have the sour cream.” How he says this with sincerity and a straight face, I’ll never know.

“How does that turn me on?”

He smiles, his eyes studying my face as he dusts his nose across mine. “Because you love me. Now come on - let me stuff your taco.”

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❣️! Material girl!❣️

Pairing: Pierre gasly X Cherrie!

Word count: 7k

Summary : in which Cherrie is a material girl and Pierre is head over her Prada heels in love.

A/n - never written for Pierre before so this is like a lil trial run for myself . It’s just fluff honestly. Idek but enjoy anyways I guess xoxo

Cherrie could only watch silently in confusion as Charles's face suddenly dropped, his lips parting in disbelief as he looked at someone from over her shoulder , his drink still hanging half way to his mouth , about to take a sip when he had frozen in shock.

Blinking rapidly to make sure that he wasn't suddenly seeing things , he cleared his throat a little and shook his head in disbelief as he watched his friend wave both hands at him like a crazy person , a smug look on his face as he drew closer and closer to the unaware woman in front of him.

Charles groaned quietly, already anticipating the absolute shit show that was about to go down now at his sudden and unexpected arrival.

He pursed his lips together , looking away from the pain in his ass and instead looking back down at Cherrie , the other pain in his ass, who was sipping on a margarita casually , completely unaware of what, or more like who . Was coming her way.

"Cherrie. Please use every breathing exercise and every copying mechanism that your therapist has taught you. Please-" he rushed out to her underneath his breath , panicking at the thought of getting thrown out of another fancy hotel like they had been the last time something like this happened .

It didn’t help that one of his friends had anger issues and the other was an insane idiot who didn’t know how to leave said woman with a temper , alone.

Cherrie paused from sipping her drink , stood in a tiny red bikini with oversized sunglasses pushed into her sun bleached hair. She looked the exact image of relaxation and daddy's money, hell, she even had a sparkling Rolex on her wrist, customised with her own name on it too.

She frowned at him in mild annoyance , having been peacefully admiring the topless men that were play fighting in the hotel pool together . Just about to tell Charles that she was going to go join them when she was drunk enough to.

"What are you going on about? I'm completely calm? What-"

She couldn't even finish her sentence before she heard a familiar , annoying voice call over to them loudly from behind her.

Locking narrowed eyes with a grimacing Charles as her body grew stiff , all the relaxation that she had worked had to keep during their holiday , now disappearing just like that.

"Cherrie! Charles! What a coincidence seeing you two here!" Pierre cheered casually , a giant smirk on his face as he sauntered over to them in just some red swimming trunks that matched cherrie's bikini perfectly .

He came to stop right in front of her , ignoring the scathing look that his friend was giving him and instead gazing his eyes over cherries Tanned and sweaty body with obvious awe written across his face.

Cherrie inhaled sharply , fingers clenching tightly around her cocktail glass in fury.

"What the fuck are you doing here gasly?! Did you tell him-!" She snapped , already turning her glare over to Charles to give him a mouthful too.

Charles quickly raised both hands in front of him, rapidly shaking his head with wide eyes.

"No! No! I didn't tell him anything! I promise!" He exclaimed not wanting to face her wrath for something that he hadn't actually done this time.

He turned to look at his smug friend with disbelief , blinking at him exasperatedly .

"Mate.." he groaned out in misery , knowing that his once relaxing holiday was now going to be ruined.

"What are you doing here? How did you even know where we were?" He sighed .

Pierre just grinned, unbothered by both of their glares being aimed at him. Used to it by now.

This wasn’t the first time he had interrupted one of their outings. And it wouldn’t be the last.

Pierre had also managed to invite himself to cherries , fathers barbecue over the summer too.

She had almost murdered him with her pretty eyes then, now was no different.

He just shrugged , still looking at Cherrie smugly . "I'm on holiday of course! This was a complete accident bumping into you guys! But now that I'm here I might as well stay with-" he started saying , lying through his teeth.

But he wasn't about to admit to anyone that he had practically begged Carlos , who was the only other person who knew where the two best friends were, before he bribed him with money and then got on the first place to them as soon as he could.

He was trying to come across as cool and mysterious to Cherrie, not completely desperate.

But judging by the look Charles was giving him, his act wasn't fooling anybody.

Oh well. He would just have to work with the look of desperation instead. He was sure he could pull it off anyways .

Cherrie scoffed at him angrily , gritting her teeth just at the mere sight of him.

Sick of seeing his stupid, smug - inanely handsome and annoying - pretty face . Urgh. She couldn’t stand him!

Why did the most irritating ones have to be the best looking? It really wasn’t fair!

"You are not staying with us! You psycho! You can go enjoy your holiday by yourself like you apparently planned to do before magically finding us!" She snapped at him , quickly downing what was left of her drink .

She couldn’t handle him completely sober.

Pierre wasn't taken aback by her hateful tone , he just laughed. Used to her constantly snapping at him and trying to get him to leave her alone.

It was no secret to anybody that Pierre might have had minor crush on Charles's best friend. Okay so not so tiny …

Meaning that the first time he had ever laid his eyes on her at another monaco gala where she was dressed in a gold Satin dress and stood by her millionaires fathers side , giving him a look of haughty disgust when he had asked her to dance with him.

Well. Apparently Pierre had a thing for woman being mean to him. Because he hadn't been able to get her out of his mind since.

He was convinced that they were meant to be. He had heard stories about people falling in love at first sight, that just one look at the other person and they knew that they were the one.

Pierre knew that Cherrie could be that one for him... if she wasn't so fucking stubborn and actually gave him a chance to be with her.

Because while Pierre had fallen in love , Cherrie had fallen into apparent ‘hate’ with him.

She just couldn't stand the sight of him and wanted nothing to do with him, something that she wasn't afraid to tell him to his face.

Every date he asked her own, she laughed him into rejection . Every flower boutique he sent her , she sent back to him , only keeping the little cards where he had scribbled compliments and poems about how much she amazed him and how beautiful she was, she kept them.

And that gave him a little hope that there was something, even the most thinnest of strings keeping them together .

His friends wondered why he even bothered to persistently Pursue a woman that they referred to as 'ice queen' or 'diva'. A woman that had everything at her fingertips and didn't need a man to give her gifts , she could buy those herself. She didn't rely on anybody , definitely not a silly man.

She was all designer and heels . With sharp judging eyes and a even sharper tongue that could inflict more damage  than a knife ever could.

She was mean. She was rude . She was obnoxious and spoilt and she never had to lift a single finger to her what she wanted.

Yet Pierre was head over her Prada heels for her. Every time he even so much as glanced towards her sharp features and feline eyes , he felt his heart skip a beat.

She was an absolute bitch but he wanted her , bitchiness and bad attitude and all.

Was he setting himself up for heartbreak by not giving up and being so determined to get her to love him too? Maybe .

Did he care? Absolutely not. Love made him crazy and he wasn't going to stop until she gave him a chance.

It was only a matter of time . He was convinced. He still had a few tricks left up his sleeves. Plan a, b , c, d, e … f and so on. He had options still left to try so he wasn’t too worried.

"I'd much rather be by your side Cherrie. You are looking heavenly today..." he murmured to her, checking her out without any shame.

Charles pursed his lips and shifted uncomfortably from beside  him. Crossing his fingers behind his back and praying that they could go just one day without a scene being made between his two stubborn friends.

Cherrie just looked at him blankly "I look heavenly everyday . This day is no different than the last." She confidently shot back at him.

She looked more than good. She always did and she knew it. She had the money and the means to make sure that her skin stayed clear and dewy and that her body was tanned and toned. Hair perfectly glossy and highlighted to frame her sharp features , long lashes that came from years of expensive serums and self care.

She only had the best and got the best. She lived a life of luxury and wasn't going to lower her standards or her attitude for anybody. Definitely not a man.

She could admit to herself that Pierre was a handsome guy. He had the looks alright. But she didn't want anything serious and she had sworn off any type of sports players after her big scandal with a French footballer last summer .

And then there was a slightly smaller scandal with a boxer... then there was that stupid scandal with a nascar driver and then there was that other scandal with a older formula one driver that had almost ended her friendship with Charles when he found out.

So yes. She thought that she was right to be wary of ever looking at another famous driver again.

Her history showed her that she was incapable of having a simply relationship without their being heartbreak and drama involved.

In the true words of taylor swift. 'I don't love the drama, it loves me.'

Truer words had truly never spoken more to her .

She had thought that the brutal rejections and mean way she dealt with Pierre's little crush on her would have made him back off and leave her alone.

It usually worked with the others guys who asked her out. Their prides and ego just couldn't handle a woman like her. It was usually pretty easy to get rid of them .

But Pierre ... it just wasn't working . Not matter how bitchy and mean she was to him, he always came running right back to her .

He laughed when she said something mean. He smiled when she rolled her eyes at him .

It was as though he enjoyed being insulted . It was insane .

He just wouldn't give up .

He sent her flowers every week, he wrote her poems and he sent her songs on Instagram  that he said 'reminded him of her' . He even sent her a about a hundred cook books when she announced that she was going vegan over the summer.

He was persistent and far too sweet for how she had been treating him. It almost made her feel bad

Almost.

Except times like this when he would just show up at wherever she was with no shame whatsoever , if he wasn't so cute and she didn't know that he was a little bit Infatuated with her, she would have been worried about having a serious stalker on her hands.

Pierre smugly smirked at her , enjoying the way she refused to look at him now. Instead waving over the pool waiter to get her another drink pronto.

"I'm in heaven Everytime I see you." He smoothly replied making Charles cringe .

"Mate.." he sighed feeling a little amused as he watched Cherrie just roll her eyes at him, unamused but his constant flirting.

She still didn't look at Pierre. Instead she kept her eyes on the fit bartender that was making their drinks, wiggling her fingers at him slyly when he looked up and gave her a little wink .

Pierre's smiled dropped as he glared over at the man jealously .

"Seriously? He's looks like a fucking Ken doll!" He exclaimed bitterly , not liking the way the love of his life was checking out another man that wasn't him.

Cherrie just smirked to herself. Finally tilting her head back over to him with a mean little raise of her eyebrow.

"Then I'm more than happy to be his barbie doll." She bit down on her lip, glancing over at the man again. More so just to piss Pierre off some more , enjoying the satisfaction  she felt when he huffed at her moodily .

He then stepped in front of her and blocked her view of the wannabe Ken , crossing his arms over his chest and deliberately flexing his muscles for her to see.

Cherrie just laughed , looking him up and down before shaking her head at him mockingly.

"Have you gotten smaller Pierre? Charles is looking fitter than you recently.." she lied just to wind him up, taking a sip of her drink and smirking at him meanly .

Charles hid his own amused smile behind his drink, shaking his head at how much of a bitch his friend could be.

Pierre narrowed his eyes at her , scoffing as he motioned down to his abs cockily.

"Trust me sweetheart . Charles doesn't have any of this-"

Charles frowned at him, offended . "Hey!"

Pierre just ignored him and smirked down at Cherrie confidently .

"I could show you just how much better I am than all of them put together . Say about .. seven tonight? Some drinks in the hot tub?" He suggested suggestively , eyes dark as he took her beauty in.

Cherrie just looked back at him, unimpressed.

"How about I drown you in the hot tub at seven tonight and then go and get some drinks with my own personal Ken doll?" She said back to him, hiding her own giggles at the look on his face.

He sighed, side eyeing her . "Absolutely not. Okay.. how about a dinner then? You can give me your number and I'll text you the details of our date." He didn't give up , his confidence not even fading in the Slightest.

Charles just looked at him in slight amazement at his persistence even in the face of brutal rejection.

Had Cherrie finally found someone that was as cocky and arrogant as she was? Holy shit.

Cherrie pulled out her phone and turned away from him to take a picture of the view surrounding them, letting her large , Chanel sunglasses fall down over her eyes again.

"I don't have a phone." She told him with a straight face as she lifted her phone in Charles direction and started taking some photos of him instead .

Pierre looked at her phone in her hand and then looked back up at her in disbelief.

"How can you lie like that?" He blurted out , a little bit impressed by the poker face she had. But mostly just annoyed that she still wouldn't give him her number after months of asking for it. Well more like begging for it but…

Cherrie just smirked "I'm not lying. I'm just not telling you the truth either." She resorted.

Pierre gaped at her "that's lying!"

"Not it isn't !"

"Yes it is!"

Charles groaned loudly . Face palming as the two of them starting bickering loudly , making everybody in the pool look over At them curiously .

"Guys come on! Cherrie stop lying and Pierre-" he struggled to even know what to say to his friend who had just shown up on their holiday out of no where, without any warning whatsoever .

"Just behave!" He ended up huffing out , fed up with the both of them acting like little kids to each other.

They both fell silent for a moment. Side eyeing each other quietly.

Then Cherrie took a long sip from her drink and mumbled "still not going on a date with you."

Pierre just rolled his eyes at her , smiling despite himself as he watched her refuse to let him get the last word in.

"You'll give in someday. I'm an amazing boyfriend to have . I mean.. have you seen me? How could you not want this?" He ran his hand over himself pointedly , mostly just to tease her . Mostly being honest .

He was a catch. She was a catch. So why couldn't she see that this was clearly meant to be?

Cherrie slowly looked him over , admiring his toned arms and legs . His nearly shaven jaw and pretty eyes, his hair all floppy and soft.

He was exactly her type and he knew it.

And well, Cherrie just couldn't let his ego get any bigger than it was so she just shrugged and pulled a face like she was unimpressed by what she was seeing.

She wasn’t . She was trying not to drool but she wasn’t about to let him know that.

"I have seen you." She said before sighing loudly.

"I can see how annoying you are . Plus I like my guys like I like a library." She looked at him with a small smirk , chewing on her straw so she didn't burst into laughter at the cute confused look that came over his face.

He wasn't the brightest , so he just continued to look at her in absolute confusion . Having no idea what she was hinting at .

"With books? You want me to read more? What-?" He struggled to guess. He would read the biggest and most longest book in history if that was what she wanted.

Charles sighed in second hand embarrassment, covering his eyes so he didn't have to witness the scene in front of him.

Cherrie couldn't help but giggle then, making Pierre smile despite his confusion . His eyes gazing at her pouty lips that were upturned in amusement , mocking him.

He sighed quietly . Man she was so fucking beautiful. Even when she was clearly taking the piss out of him.

"Quite Pierre. I like them quite." She answered him, rolling her eyes at him a little too fondly for someone that apparently 'hated' him so much.

Charles gave her a knowing look. She just pretended that she didn't see him.

Pierre placed his hands on his hips, looking at her stubbornly .

"I can be quite." He lied.

Both Charles and Cherrie looked at him in disbelief .

He frowned at them, offended . "I can!"

Charles rose his brow at him in amusement "mate.. you're the biggest gossip I know. You'd talk at a funeral. You can't stand the silence!" He reminded him frankly .

Cherrie snorted a laugh. Pierre side eyeing her judgmentally .

"You can't talk sweetheart! You're the loudest and most obnoxious woman I know! We hear you before we even see you!" He exclaimed to her, huffing.

Cherrie stopped giggling, scowling at him instead.

"I'm not obnoxious you asshole! I'm just-" she struggled to find the right word to explain herself with . "-I'm just fun!" She settled with.

Both Pierre and Charles blinked at her in disbelief.

Charles scratching the side of his jaw with a small laugh . "You are a little obnoxious Cherrie-"

Pierre grinned at her smugly "you got your dad to buy the football team that your ex boyfriend was in and got him to transfer him to a team that he hated because you didn't want to see him anymore. That's a little obnoxious." He mused, laughing loudly at the memory .

Cherrie just pursed her lips , unable to deny that she did in fact do that.

"Well..." she muttered stubbornly "that was more strategic than obnoxious.. he wasn't that good anyways.."

Pierre laughed . Suddenly Reaching into the pockets of his swimming shorts and pulling out a small jewellery box that he had kept there.

Cherrie stopped pouting immediately at the sight of it, looking curiously down at the box , gave brightening up without even realising it.

Charles rolled his eyes at how superficial his friend was . In fact he was sure that if someone offered her a diamond ring in exchange for her siblings, she would hand them over without any hesitation.

She was a material girl. She just couldn't help it.

Pierre knew this and he used it to his advantage.

Smirking to himself as he handed her the little box casually .

"I got this for you..." he told her proudly while watching closely for her reaction to his gift.

She gave him a wary glance before taking the box off him , carefully lifting the lid and her eyes widening in shock as she looked at the necklace inside.

It was a dainty gold chain with a small cherry pendant on the end of it. Only The whole Cherry was encrusted in tiny red and green diamonds, it was sparkling in the sun.

Gasping a little as she lifted it out of the box , immediately Unclasping it and putting it on around her neck. Tilting her chest from side to side as she admired the way it shone and stood out between her breasts beautifully.

"It's so pretty!" She cooed down to it . Suddenly forgetting her annoyance towards him as she looked over at him with a giant smile on her face .

"Is it real gold too?" She wanted to know, refusing to wear anything but.

Pierre looked smug , admiring the necklace that he had handmade for her in satisfaction. Giving a disbelieving Charles a cocky grin.

It he couldn't get to her heart through flowers and flirting.

Then he could definitely win her over with gold And diamonds .

"Of course." He scoffed like it was obvious "they're real diamonds too. Do you like it?" He asked her hopefully. Taking a small step towards her while she was distracted by his gift.

Cherrie just Beamed uo at him. Her own excitement and happiness making her forget why she didn't like him in the first place .

She threw her arms around his waist and gave him the first hug he had ever received from her. Squeezing him tightly as she giggled out loud in pure happiness .

Pierre grinned widely , wrapping his arms around her shoulders and holding her close while he still had the chance. Gently caressing her back as he leaned his head down and gently kissed the top of her head. Sighing contently .

"I love it! It's so beautiful! Thank you so much Pierre. This is really sweet .." she cooed at him, pulling away enough so that she could kiss his cheek in thanks.

He just smiled smugly , running his hands through her hair while she continued to look down at her chest, admiring the necklace in amazement .

"Soo.." he drawled out confidently , pushing her hair over her shoulders and smiling down at her hopefully .

"Dinner tonight?" He tried again , feeling better about his chances now.

Cherrie didn't even hesitate . Smiling at him like she hadn't just been insulting him five minutes ago.

"Of course! We can go in the hot tub too!" She gave into him easily .

Pulling away from him so that she grab her drink again. Passing Charles her phone and telling him to take a picture of her with her new necklace on.

Pierre tried not to fist bump the air in utter glee. Instead he bit down on his lip and tried to contain his excited yell of relief .

Charles was looking at his spoilt friend in disbelief.

"What happened to 'I'll never say yes to him?'" He exclaimed to her in shock that all it took was some pretty jewellery to change her mind.

Cherrie just shrugged, unashamed but how materialistic she was.

"It's gold. And diamonds." She stated like it was obvious.

Leaning against pierres side and casually caressing his arm like it was totally normal for her to be so affectionate towards him now. Pierre happily eating her touch up as he did the same .

Acting Like she hadn't just been plotting his murder when he showed up on their holiday out of the blue .

"I'd blow him right here and right now If I wouldn't get arrested for it." She then added unashamedly, looking up at him through her lashes slyly.

Pierre went red. Letting out a startled laugh, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and leaning his head against her own, squeezing her to him in pure happiness.

"I wouldn't complain-" he smirked down at her, biting his lip.

Charles looked at them in pure disgust. "I would! I can't believe this! Can't you go back to hating him Cherrie?!" He exclaimed unhappily , grimacing deeply as he watched pierre slide his hand down over her ass and give it a casual squeeze.

Pierre kicked at him with wide eyes "don't give her any ideas! Let me have this mate!" He exclaimed at him, laughing loudly .

Their other friends weren't going to believe this.

He wished he had gotten her some jewellery sooner. Maybe they would have been married by now!

And from then on instead of getting her flowers or something simple , pierre got her grand and luxurious gifts whenever she was mad at him.

She was hanging out in their garden with both Charles and lando when pierre came rushing through the backdoor with a large smile on his face.

"Hello love of my life!" He exclaimed happily towards his pissed off girlfriend who refused to speak to him after missing their date night three days ago.

Pierre felt like he was losing his mind. Three days without hearing her babbling on and bugging him all day was too much for him to bare.

He wanted her to be back to annoying him and following him around and giving him kisses whenever he did or said something that she liked.

He had tried apologising and getting her flowers but she just turned away from them , unimpressed. So he knew he had to pull out the big guns for this one.

Lando and Charles looked up at him uneasily , Cherrie refusing to even look at him. Instead she was back in a tiny bikini, tanning in their back garden peacefully while reading some trashy magazine .

"I don't think you should look so happy mate.." lando chuckled as he glanced between the two of them in amusement .

Having had the absolute joy of Cherrie phoning him up to rant about Pierre pissing her off again. For someone who wasn't British, she sure liked to swear like she was.

"You might not have a girlfriend soon." He told him with a grin. Enjoying the drama like he always did.

Pierre just continued smiling cockily. "You're right."

His sudden casual agreement made Cherrie look up from the magazine in her lap with a furious glare.

Starting up at him angrily, in absolutely disbelief by how unbothered he seemed at the thought of her leaving him.

"Why do you look happy at the thought of losing me?! Do you know how quickly I could have a new boyfriend Pierre? Do you want me to show you how many of your friends want to fuck-" she started to yell at him dramatically , ever the hot head, giving him no chance to finish his sentence .

Pierre just laughed in amusement and shook his head at her. Admiring how hot she looked when she was angry at him.

Well aware that most of his friends wanted to fuck the love of his life. He couldn't blame them. She was hot as fuck , but at the end of the day he didn't care how they felt because he was the one that she went home with each night.

He was the only one that she loved. That was all he cared about.

"No, no. I'm not happy about that obviously." He reassured her quickly before she actually tried to drown him in their pool .

Then he casually nodded over to the gate that lead around the house to their large driveway.

"Come on. I've got you something to say sorry for being such a asshole and missing our date. I really don't mean to my love . I just forgot ." He explained to her honestly as he gently took ahold of her arm and pulled her up from the sun bed, dragging her along with him while she huffed and puffed at him unhappily.

Charles and lando quickly following after them, wanting to see what he had done now to get her to forgive him.

The last time he had got her a sorry gift , he had gotten her a giant ice sculpture of the two of them. Their friends had been stunned .

Because what the fuck?

But Cherrie had just squealed happily and kissed him over and over again. Forgetting what she was even mad about in the first place.

Their friends no longer knew what to expect from the couple and the group chat was just filled with pictures of all the random and slightly insane 'gifts' that he got Cherrie when he pissed her off or simply just because he wanted to see her smile.

Now was no different .

"So I'm that forgettable am I Pierre? Well you know what! I know some guys that wouldn't forget me-" she was snapping at him moodily , glaring him at him unhappily . Not liking the idea of being forgotten about so easily .

She had never felt more humiliated when sitting alone in a restaurant while waiting for her boyfriend to come for hours. Trying to ignore the pitying look that she got from the staff when they came out and gave her a slice of cake 'on the house' clearly feeling sorry for her being ditched in a fancy restaurant like that.

Cherrie had wanted to kill him. Still kind of did.

Pierre sighed guiltily and squeezed her hand three times, still feeling terrible.

"I'm sorry baby. It really was an accident and it won't happen again. I can promise you that." He meant it.

He had no doubt that if he ever forgot one of their dates again, he would no longer have legs to drive with.

You didn't test your luck twice.

He opened the gate and gently pulled her through until they were stood in their large gravelled driveway.

He smiled down at her , barely containing his own excitement as he casually nodded his head to his left.

"Look.." he simply muttered to her .

Cherrie frowned at him before reluctantly following his finger over to their driveway.

She froze in disbelief .

Mouth dropping onen in shock as a brand new , black Lamborghini with hot pink leather seats stared back at her .

"Holy shit!" She squealed loudly .

Quickly dropping his hand and running over to it. Jumping up and down in excitement as she ran her hand over the sleek car , admiring its beauty.

“Oh my god! Baby!”

Charles and lando were gaping at the car beside him, both of them looking at the car with a giant bow on it in disbelief .

"You bought me a Lamborghini?!" She screamed in utter glee.

Gasping loudly as she opened the door and ducked her head inside , tears falling from Her eyes when she saw the customised fluffy steering wheel and her name engraved on the drivers seat in cursive letters.

Pierre laughed happily and nodded his head, wandering over to her as he admired the look of pure joy on her face at the sight of her dream car .

"I did. To say sorry for being an asshole." He murmured to her , stroking her hair affectionately when she finally pulled herself out of the sports car , Crying in happiness as she threw herself into his arms with a squeal .

"You like it?" He already knew the answer but wanted to hear her say it anyways .

She scoffed in disbelief , kissing all over his face and leaving red listick prints on his blushing skin.

"I love it! It's so beautiful! And it's all mine?!" She couldn't believe it.

Pierre just nodded with a lovesick grin as he leaned down to give his excited girlfriend a kiss.

"All yours baby. Just like me." He whispered against her mouth, sighing against her lips when she deepened the kiss.

Sliding her hand underneath his shirt and lightly scratching at his back with her long nails making him shiver in pleasure .

Charles groaned loudly at them making out against her new car in disgust.

Meanwhile lando was already in backseat, rolling down the window and looking over to them impatiently.

"Can we take it for a spin then?! Let's see how fast it can go!” He shouted at them impatiently .

Pierre reluctantly pulled away from her lips with a smile , giving Cherrie a gentle push in the direction of the car.

She wasted no time in buckling herself in and revving the engine at them, lando and her screaming in excitement.

"Oh my god that sounded so sexy!" She shouted in awe as she did it again, giggling hysterically while lando climbed into the passenger seat beside her instead . Beeping the horn at them impatiently.

"Come on! Let's go!" He shouted again, taking out his camera and videoing Cherrie who was feeling her new fluffy pink wheel in awe.

Charles glanced over at his friend in silent disbelief ,

Pierre looking casual as he pulled out his phone and started taking a hundred photos of his girlfriend , still in her tiny bikini, posing with the Lamborghini like a model .

"I can't believe you bought her a Lamborghini to get her to forgive you." He stated in amazement .

Having apparently underestimated just how far and how much money he was willing to spend just to make Cherrie happy.

Pierre simply shrugged , grinning over at Cherrie in adoration.

"She's the love of my life and she deserves fancy things. Plus.. I knew there was no way she could stay mad at me with this!" He told him proudly , pleased with himself for once again spoiling his material girl.

Charles laughed , side eyeing him. "I'm mad at you for stealing my best friend from me. Where's my Lamborghini?" He joked at him.

Pierre just grinned at him , laughing "I'm sure Cherrie will give you lifts in it now. Look at how hot she looks in it.. wow.." he sighed dazedly still taking photos of her proudly .

He was definitely going to blow one of the ones with her stretched across the front of the lambo in her tiny bikini mid laugh, that picture was going straight above their bed.

All of their friends stood hidden behind the palms trees as they watched Pierre get down on one knee in the middle  of the beach , candles and roses surrounding Cherrie as she looked down at him with a excited squeal.

"Oh my god baby! This better not be a joke otherwise I'll kill you!" She shouted gleefully as she looked down at Pierre who was giggling at her excitement loudly .

He shook his head with a affectionate grin on his face , looking up at her with tears in his eyes , having wanted to do this since the day he met her.

"Not a joke." He confirmed to her , sniffling. Already getting emotional .

“You're the love of my life Cherrie. And I want to annoy you for the rest of my life. Without you- my life is just empty and boring . You keep me on my toes and make my life so much more fun and interesting . It only took me three years to get you to go on a date with me-" he spoke unashamedly , holding her hand in his with nothing but love in his eyes.

Max snorted quietly , Charles and lando shushing him quickly.

"Three years of her rejecting him. And he's still whipped." He muttered in amusement .

"But I want all your years and all your mornings and nights. I want to hear you call me an asshole when I make you mad. I want to be the only one that you look to for safety and happiness. Because you're the only one that I ever think of. Hell, I even dream of you!" He giggled , Cherrie reaching down and gently wiping the tears from his cheeks.

"So, will you marry me?" He asked her with a shaking voice , blinking away tears and adding a desperate "please?" As well.

Cherrie burst into tears and dropped down to her knees in front of him, hugging him tightly as she rocked them from side to side in pure excitement .

"Yes! You absolute beauty! Oh my god! You wanna marry me?!" She was in disbelief as she kissed all over his face in happiness .

Pierre taking ahold of her cheeks and pulling away to grin at her, laughing loudly at how oblivious she was .

He was obsessed with her. He would marry her everyday if he could .

"Obviously! I knew I wanted to marry you the first time you called me a dickhead years ago!" He admitted to her honestly.

Then he pulled away and moved to the side to show her five jewellery boxes on the sand beside him.

His friends gaped and gasped as they watched him open each box , all of them containing different diamond rings . Different styles and colours, but all worth hundreds of thousands . Giving her options as she gasped loudly and started trying each one on.

"Oh my god. He bought all of the rings he looked at?" Charles gasped in disbelief. Having been beside his friend when they went ring shopping.

They all watched the newly engaged couple sit casually on the sand, Cherrie leaning her back against his chest and holding her hand out in front of her as Pierre slid on another ring for her to try, both of them comparing them to see which one she liked best.

"He has set the bar so ridiculously high.. he never even bought flowers for girls in the past before !" Max exclaimed in disbelief .

Charles just giggled , not at all surprised as they then watched Pierre walk behind a pop up barrier and then pull out a puppy with a bow around its neck.

Cherrie bursting into tears again as she clutched the puppy to her chest , all of the rings stacked up on her fingers, unable to pick just one.

Pierre just standing back and taking candid photos of her proudly , crying happy tears himself as she shouted about how much she loved him.

"That's because they weren't Cherrie." Charles simply stated the truth.

“And cherries bar is set so high and Pierre is the only one that matches it. They're both rich and both in love. And Pierre loves spoiling her. Even before she was his girlfriend."

Lando nodded in agreement , happy for his friends.

He didn't understand their love but they were happy and that was all that mattered to him.

"She's always been a material girl and she's turning pierre into a material boy too." Lando laughed , shaking his head in amusement .

"They're made for each other. And Cherrie loves to spoil him just as much. Do You know what Cherrie has bought him for his birthday next week?" He said to them with a grin.

They all shook their heads no, looking over at him curiously .

"A private plan with his name written across it." He told them casually

“so nothing surprises me anymore."

"They'd give each other the whole world if they could."

They all watched as Cherrie and Pierre held into each other tightly , beaming smiles on their faces as they giddily began gushing about having their wedding on an island .

"Do you think we can get Taylor swift to sing at our reception?!" They heard Cherrie ask.

All of them watching as Pierre shrugged his shoulders and told her that he'd try his best to make their guest list as A list as possible.

"This is going to be the most biggest and most expensive wedding of the century." Charles stated the obvious .

Wondering how the hell he had gone from listening to her complain about how much Pierre annoyed her and wouldn't leave her alone. To seeing the both of them getting engaged and planning their futures together .

Who knew that all this could happen because of a diamond necklace?

[makingspiritualityreal]

Hi, what has been your experience with Sun conjunct Pluto?

Sun Conjunct Pluto

I have this aspect Nataly so it's easy to explain.

Before any questions related to Pluto, you need to read my general post about outer planets because it will make you understand, that if you have any outer planet in a close conjunction with a personal planet, particularly a luminary, you will realise its karma largely unconsciously. It falls completely under the spectrum of destiny. Technically, out whole chart does, but because of human unconsciousness, we have zero control and usually zero awareness about outer planets.

The next thing you need to think of is that Sun conjunct Pluto is not as uncommon as you may think. Pluto takes up to 30 years to move through just ONE zodiac sign, even though the time varies because it has an uneven orbit. That means Pluto is going to be conjunct Sun to a varying degree every year for around a month, producing people of a similar influence for potentially up to 30 years. Of course, degrees matter, and those born with natal degrees particularly close to the degree of transit Pluto (mine is less than 1 degree fe, that's pretty close) will be embodying this influence more than others, born with Pluto in the same sign as their Sun but let's say 20 degrees apart.

Still, hundreds of thousands of children are born every day. Millions are born every month. Even if Pluto can aspect the Sun only one month a year by sign, and if we narrow down its closest influence to a week, that is still around a million people being born with Sun conjunct Pluto every year.

Does all of this makes this aspect meaningless? No.

The problem with us humans is that, like my outer planet post indicates, we're narrow and hasty. We like to think change always happens in an instant, our horizons rarely extend past tomorrow. Many instant changes, if not all, are results of a long term, giant buildup. With Pluto, we are talking about collective direction of all of humanity. So for such an enormous change to happen, we need to create an appropriately large power source for that change, to turn the tide, to form the wave so to speak. In practical terms, many individuals are needed for humanity to turn around as a collective. One person can only make a difference to an extent.

What does that mean in a day to day life of such a person? The Sun is our soul, our atma, our purpose for incarnating in a physical form on Earth. It means that whatever your soul came on Earth to do is related to a general direction humanity was meant to take. Whatever wave you participate in will carry humanity to its next phase, but you're a drop of water in that wave. Many others carry that wave with you. You will not be able to live a successful and fulfilling life without addressing this part of yourself, and life will naturally take you to it in one way or another.

You might think that it's not a big deal, and if you look at it in the context of millions of others participating in that change with you, perhaps it's not. But not all souls came to Earth to affect such a change. Some souls literally come here for an incarnation of just having some fun. Often they are young souls, discovering the pleasures and pains of being human. They have no desire or ambition to upset the status quo, and both in their diversions and duties they easily follow what society gives to them. That doesn't make them "inferior", it just makes them different, and every soul is allowed its divine purpose, as it's all part of the cosmic harmony.

To give you an even more tangible example, you have to go back in history and observe the Pluto wave you were born during. For example, I was born during the Pluto in Scorpio wave. If you ask your parents or watch any movies from that time, people were obsessed with these old style self help tapes. Astrology was celebrating its great rebirth. Psychological factors were very much the trend. A lot of breakthroughs happened in that area, going to a therapist became a thing for the first time in modern society. So with Sun conjunct that, your soul is here to ride that wave, and flood the Earth with it. You will keep pushing the boundaries of that wave and implementing it in your life in small steps, and so will millions of others with this placement, and that will gradually change humanity as we know it, until everything that was considered revolutionary and new when you were born becomes commonplace.

If I were to judge this aspect, it can go many ways. It can certainly present some difficulties in regards to being easily successful and accomplished early on in life, because you're pioneering something new, so society is not fully ready for it. That gives you less sources to be easily good at what you do. However, your soul literally wouldn't want do anything else, and the Sun starts maturing at 50 years old anyway, so life will guide you where you're meant to go. You can't avoid your destiny, and whatever you do in this life that's about your purpose is gonna end up being about all of mankind, long term.