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urlocalrambler · 2 days
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devils night: unpopular opinion: michael crist edition.
michael was actually such a bad friend if you really think about it. this is so ironic because his character is built off the fact that he's diehard for his friends to the point of having insane loyalty to them. he's supposed to be loyal to the point where he chooses to torment rika for that friendship's sake, to the level where he struggles with choosing love/rika over the guys in corrupt.
but like,, he was also so rubbish as a friend and person. it may have been due to oversight and PD not thinking about the overarching relationships that clearly, but c'mon, michael escaped prison while his friends were sent in and has huge guilt over this...
yet, he never once thinks to help damon's sister, who he KNOWS exists and who he knows would be SUFFERING in a house run by big, bad gabriel torrance. he knows his best friend is in jail, that she was the only family damon cared about to the point of keeping her under wraps and hidden away from everyone, and yet, michael never reaches out or tries to help banks??
and michael also knows kai is agonising over her in hideaway, they're actively against damon at this time and he has this top secret info to his name, yet he never thinks to tell kai who banks really is. everyone (including PD) uses the argument michael minds his own business, but no he fucking doesn't, if he did then he never would've messed with nik back during devils night or threatened her at the hotel.
the fact is that we should've either gotten a humanising moment/mention of michael actually being sweet for once in his life, and see him at least keeping an eye on banks if not reaching out while damon was in prison (although, i think it would've been a great platonic bonding scene if he had sought her out before the events of hideaway even if it's just to offer her an out that she may not take, or to simply ask how she is). OR, michael perving on banks that one night, him discovering she's damon's sister– that whole thread should've been omitted because it honestly made no sense to me and just made me dislike michael even more.
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maureen2musings · 3 months
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huariqueje · 7 months
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Hideaway -   Mia Bergeron ,  2023.
American, b. 1979  -
Acrylic on Yupo paper , 5 x 7 in.
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oldfarmhouse · 7 months
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embeccy · 6 months
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"Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place."
- Robert Brault
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stargirl89 · 5 months
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keepingitneutral · 1 year
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Chalet A, Lake Memphremagog, Magog, Quebec, Canada,
Matière Première Architecture,
Ian Balmorel Photographs
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song89320 · 13 days
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v171 · 7 months
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Watched this awesome new music video, Jungle - Back on 74
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and it reminded me how much I fucking love exceptional choreo in a music video.
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unfortunateiivan · 2 months
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hide away but it’s Lewthur stories on wattpad
This is too funny yet I remember the lewthur wattpad stories vividly 🙁
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sadgirlfor3versblog · 5 months
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Hideaway by Penelope douglas aesthetic
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heythereimashley · 3 months
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🎉🎉🎉 SUNDAY RANDOMS 🎉🎉🎉
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mayloma · 2 years
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Pairing: Walter Marshall x Female Reader
Summary: Walter and you are madly in love and he takes you to a lovely, secluded cabin by the lake.
part 2
Word count: ca. 5.9k
Warnings: 18+, NSFW. Tiny bit of angst, fluffy fluff, smut. BDSM, Dom!Walter, Sub!Reader, rope play / shibari, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), nipple clamps, p in v sex, body fluids, (playful) humiliation.
A/N: This fic can be read as a sequel to The light side of the night, but it’s not required to understand the bit of a plot. Just a hint that Faye is a college freshman in this story. The rest is a self-explanatory piece of fluff and smut for everyone who could use a vacation with Walter🐻. Like me :) 
Feedback means the world to me, and I’d love to hear what you think. Not beta’d, and English is not my native language, so you’d better be prepared for mistakes. Thank you so much for reading 💕
Dividers: by @firefly-graphics
Pictures: from Pinterest, credit to the owners
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You see it immediately as you turn into the driveway, and your body jerks forward as you hit the brakes a bit harder than necessary.
Walter’s pickup is parked as close as possible to the front door and there are some boxes on the ground next to the car. Why is he home so early?
When you recognize some of the moving boxes you used as you moved in with him a month ago, your heart begins to race. Wait, is he bringing your stuff out of the house? 
When you officially started dating, you pretty soon began to spend most of the nights at his house. His working hours aren’t 9 to 5 and never will be, and this way, it has been much easier for you to spend time together. And then, there was a break-in at your neighbor's apartment. It scared the crap out of you. And it made Walter turn into full protective mode. He refused to let you stay alone in your apartment, not even for one more single night. Instead, he offered you to move in with him and when you agreed, he arranged your entire move into his house. You haven’t regretted this decision ever since. And there was no reason to suspect that he has regretted this decision either. Until now. 
You turn off the engine and get out of your car with shaky knees. Then, you see him walking out the front door, your travel bag in his hand and for a second, you’re afraid you might faint right here and now like a goddamn Victorian maiden. When he sees you standing in the driveway, he stops dead in his tracks, his expression surprised. And a bit shocked? But after a few seconds, he regains his composure.  
“Hi! You’re home early,” he greets you with an adorable breathless laugh. 
When you don’t answer, his smile disappears and concern paints furrows between his brows - an expression specially reserved for Faye. And for you. 
“Hey, what happened?” he asks worriedly, carelessly dropping the bag on the ground as he rushes towards you. 
“Why don’t you tell me?” you ask arduously, trying to ignore the tight feeling in your throat as you gesture towards the pickup, the boxes, and the travel bag.
“That’s a surprise. I’ll tell you later. First, I need to know what's wrong. Come on, little sparrow, tell me," he encourages, running his hands up and down your arms. 
You briefly close your eyes, inhaling a long and shaky breath. "So, does that mean you're not kicking me out?"
When you open your eyes again, you can see he’s taken aback and his expression changes from worried to bewildered. 
"Kicking you out? What the fuck? You didn’t think I were leaving you, didn’t you?" he asks, cupping your face with both hands. 
“I don’t know… maybe?" You mumble sheepishly, longingly nuzzling against his touch.
"Why would I do that, huh? I love having you here. And I love you, remember?" he says, pulling you into his bear hug. 
"Hmm," you hum inaudibly as you bury your face in his shirt. He pulls you flush to his body, pressing you tightly against him. And you close your eyes as a wave of relief washes over you, and you melt into his embrace.
His hugs never miss their effect on you. They make the rest of the world fade. Until all you perceive is him. The sound of his heartbeat. His chest, rising and falling. His warm breath on your scalp as he leans his head against yours, burying his nose in your hair. His scent. His firm muscles that mold perfectly around your form when he holds you close. Everything about this hug is a silent reassurance that he won’t let you go. And it’s worth more than a million words. 
"I don't think you remember correctly," he states. "Let me refresh your memory real quick." 
You can’t help but squeal as he lifts you up until your face is at eye level with his, your feet dangling in the air. You giggle, breathlessly wrapping your arms around his neck. A smile plays on his lips as he rubs his nose along yours. And you can still feel that smile when your lips meet in a tender kiss. 
"Ugh, get a room, you guys," you hear a laughing voice behind you before you can answer, and it brings you back to reality. Where you stand in the driveway in bright daylight, kissing like two teenagers in love, for the whole neighborhood to see. And for Faye, who has walked up the driveway without you noticing. 
"Hi Faye," you say in unison, a bit embarrassed but involuntarily chuckling. He carefully lowers you to the ground, letting his hands linger on your hips for a moment longer than necessary before you turn your attention towards Faye. 
“I guess the surprise was a success?” she asks excitedly as she sets her dufflebag on the ground. Wait, didn't she plan to visit next weekend, not this one?
“Um, not yet,” Walter admits. “She kinda thought I were kicking her out.”
“Dad! Did you mess it up?” she asks indignantly, half-joking, half-serious. 
“No, I didn't!” He lifts his hands in surrender. "Or did I?" he asks you, grimacing. 
“I came home and saw him loading some of my moving boxes onto the pickup. And my travel bag,” you explain, gesturing at the bag that is still lying on the ground. "It was just bad timing," you reassure him, smiling. 
“You don’t have to defend him, you know?" Faye grins. "Dad, I told you to pack everything in the morning, not right before she comes home.” 
“In the morning, I was busy cleaning the bathroom and stocking up the freezer with your favorite ice cream, Miss housesitter," Walter replies sternly, raising his eyebrows. Still, the twitch of the corners of his mouth gives away how much he enjoys their banter. 
“Aw, thanks, Dad. Although that wouldn’t have been necessary. So, you still don't know what the surprise is?" She asks you, chuckling when she sees your confused expression. 
"I was just about to get to that," Walter interferes quickly before you can answer. 
"Alright, I'll bring my stuff in then." She sing-songs before she makes her way to the house. 
"Now, where was I," he mumbles, pulling you into his arms again as he plants an impetuous kiss on your lips. And this kiss makes you almost forget about the riddle he has given you. Almost. At some point, you separate your lips from his with a breathless laugh. 
"I thought you were about to tell me what the surprise is," you state curiously.  
“Okay. But I’ll tell you only one part for now: You are going on a trip. With me. For two weeks.” 
“Two weeks? Bear, I'd love to go, but I have to go back to work on Monday.”
“No, you don’t. You have two weeks off. I arranged that for you."
“Are you serious?! Oh my god!” you gasp. Then, you laugh out loud as realization seeps in. “Ha! That’s why they basically kicked me out of the office after lunch!”
You quickly get on your tippy toes, pulling him in for a tight hug and a kiss. “Thank you so much,” you murmur. “I don’t even know what to say. This is… the sweetest thing someone has ever done for me!” 
“You’re more than welcome,” he says smiling, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. 
“And, what is the second part of the surprise?” you inquire, now really curious. 
“The destination, of course. You'll see it when we get there!” he teases. 
“But how do I know which clothes I should pack?”
“You don’t have to know because I already packed your bag,” he grins proudly, gesturing at your travel bag, and his words make your jaw drop. 
“You…,” you begin a bit skeptically, but he cuts you off right away. 
“Don’t worry! I got this. I even packed your underwear. Although you won’t need any for the next two weeks,” he smirks, running his tongue across his lips. And you don’t even bother to act indignantly as his words send a hot shiver through your body. 
“I’ll come back to that, bear,” you promise after swallowing hard.  
“I can’t wait,” he murmurs, and the way his eyes roam your body makes you weak in the knees, and you would have liked to jump him right away. Jesus Christ! 
Not that he's any better off than you. 
“Fuck,” he snorts, taking a deep breath to keep it together as he runs his hand through his hair. “Come on, let's pack up the rest of the stuff.” He grabs your hand, pulling you towards the house so hastily it makes you giggle. “By the way, there are supplies in these two boxes and my fishing stuff in this one,” he explains as you pass the pickup. 
Inside, in the living room, Faye is sitting on the couch.
“Sooo?” she asks expectantly, looking up from her phone when she sees you coming. 
“The surprise was a success,” you confirm smiling. 
“See, I told you I didn’t mess it up,” Walter triumphs. “What about I'll load the car, and you can go change?” he asks you. “Can you give me a hand outside, cookie?” 
“Dad!” Faye sighs, rolling her eyes at her childhood nickname as she gets up from the couch. 
“Sorry!” he apologizes grinning, without an air of regret, and they make their way outside.  
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After you’ve changed into something comfortable, you go to the kitchen to fix a coffee to go for both of you. 
“Do you want one, too?” you ask Faye, who just comes in from outside. 
“Latte macchiato, please,” she answers and you get her a glass from the cabinet. A smile plays on your lips as you press the button of the fully automatic coffee machine. It was one of some compromises Walter and you made when you moved in with him. There’s not enough room for two coffee makers on the counter and there’s no way you could drink your coffee the same way he does: Black and so strong the spoon stands upright in the cup. And so, your beloved coffee machine that can brew all types of coffee drinks moved in with you. 
“That’s not coffee,” Walter grumbled back then, after taking a sip of the first cappuccino you fixed him. “But it doesn’t taste as bad as I thought it would. What?” he asked when he saw the grin on your face. 
"There's some milk froth on your lip," you chuckled. "Come here." You beckoned him closer, and then you gently kissed the white froth off his beard and his mouth. His lips involuntarily parted as he closed his eyes and pulled you onto his lap for a long kiss. The kiss was followed by many more kisses. And it wasn't the last 'not coffee' he had had since that day. He didn’t even protest when Faye brought along some syrups. 
"Thanks for taking care of the house," you say, handing her the beverage. 
"Oh, no problem. It'll be fun,” she grins. “God, I can't wait to jump into that bathtub. I miss having a bathtub at the student residence."
"Bubble baths are in the cabinet. Just take what you need." 
"Thank you! You know that he wouldn’t leave you, right?" She says thoughtfully after a moment of silence. "He’s crazy about you and that’s so cute. And a bit embarrassing, too,” she shrugs, scrunching her nose, and you can’t help but laugh. Right, who wants to see their dad madly in love?! 
“Crazy is a good thing if you ask me,” you finally chuckle. 
“Agreed,” she says, and you exchange a smile.  
You met her pretty soon after Walter and you started dating. It was important to him. And it was important to you. And to Faye, who had already asked when she’ll meet you. Of course, it was a bit weird at first with all those expectations and assumptions about what each of you might think. But you began to adapt to each other. And when Walter had to cancel a pizza and movie night at short notice, Faye and you decided to turn it into a girls’ night. Together you choose the cheesiest romcom available that Walter would certainly have vetoed, and somehow the two of you clicked.
“So, I’m done with packing. Are you ready to go?” Walter asks as he enters the kitchen, wiping his hands on his black cargo shorts.  
“I’m ready,” you answer smiling as you hand him his travel mug, and you have probably never been more ready. 
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“She’ll have a party, won't she?” Walter grumbles warily as you sit in the car a little later, watching Faye waving goodbye while you drive off.
“Yup. Most definitely,” you agree dryly. 
“Oh god!” he groans as worst-case scenarios obviously race through his mind. 
“It’ll be fine, bear. Let her have fun. She’s a big girl and there’s nothing you could do about it anyway,” you chuckle. 
"I know. I'm still getting used to it." 
After you told each other about your day, you fall silent for a while. It’s one of the many things you love about him. He's easy to talk to. And he's also that kind of person you can comfortably be silent with. However, you know him well enough to see something is on his mind. Yet, you don't push him. You know he just needs his time, and he’ll talk when he’s ready. And so, you look out the window, waiting patiently. 
“Was it only because of the moving boxes that you thought I were leaving you, or is there something else that made you think that?” he finally asks frankly. 
“No, bear!” you reassure him, reaching over to put your hand on his leg. “It just caught me off guard, you know? I would have told you if there were something else.”
“Good. I mean, we’re doing pretty good, aren’t we?” he smiles as he puts his hand on yours, intertwining your fingers. 
“Yeah, we are,” you agree, happily smiling back at him and it’s nothing but the truth. The road of your relationship might have a few bumps once in a while, but it has been taking you to the most wonderful places, and you wouldn't have it any other way.  
After you’ve left the highway, the road outside takes you through forests and past countless lakes, and you smile as you slowly get an idea of where you're going. It's the area Walter usually spends his rare vacation days in, and it has intrigued you, too, since you've seen it the first time.
You should probably enjoy the beautiful landscape, but you can hardly take your eyes off the man next to you. Your man. He looks so relaxed and happy, and seeing him like that is the most beautiful sight to you. It's not a loud kind of happiness. His happiness is calm and warm and gentle. It paints slight crinkles in the corners of his eyes and dimples in his cheeks. And it makes his ocean eyes sparkle as he throws you glances while his fingers dance along your thigh or play with your digits.  
When he turns onto a dirt road, his smile becomes wider.
“Bear, are you sure this is the right way?” you ask skeptically. 
“Yup, we’re almost there. Just a few more miles,” he says, reassuringly running his hand across your thigh as he steers the pickup deeper into the forest. 
And then, you’re there. Behind a bend, the road ends and the forest clears, revealing the view of a small, beautiful lake and a cabin. Walter parks the pickup under one of the tall, shady trees, and you immediately get out of the car. Then you pause for a moment, taking in the surroundings. The cabin is built on the shore of the clear lake, and you see a porch and sunbeds and a hammock and a jetty with a boat tied to it. When you manage to avert your gaze from the lovely view, you notice Walter has been watching you from a few feet away, smiling. 
“It’s stunning. I already love it!” you say with a broad grin, reaching for his hand to give it a gentle squeeze. “It’s secluded, isn’t it?” you remark, since you haven't seen any other cabins, parking lots, or trails for the past few miles. 
“The only cabin for miles around. We have the place all to ourselves. And the lake as well, by the way. Which means I have you all to myself.” 
“That sounds good. Very, very good,” you mumble, planting a kiss on his lips. 
“Come on, let’s have a look around.” And he puts his arm around your waist as you make your way to the cabin. As soon as you step inside, you see that the inside of the cabin is just as beautiful as the outside. A perfect balance between quaint and modern. Very cozy. And a perfect little hideaway, just like the whole place. And you can already feel the everyday stress slowly beginning to fade away. 
But before you can rest, there's some work waiting for you first. After you’ve finished your expedition, you start to carry your baggage inside. And there’s more baggage than you thought. It's already early evening by the time everything is finally stored and both of you drop on the kitchen chairs when. 
“Do you mind me taking a quick shower?” you ask Walter after downing a glass of water. 
“Go for it! I’ll fix us something to eat in the meantime, okay?"
His offer sounds way too tempting to refuse, so you just give him a quick and thankful kiss before you make your way to the bathroom.
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After your shower, you feel exhausted. Buzzing with joy and happiness, but also exhausted after the long day. You wrap yourself in a big towel before you fall face down on the bed, not even bothering with dressing for the night or drying your hair. Just a minute, you think to yourself… 
And then, you must have fallen asleep. Because you startle when the mattress dips, seemingly without warning. 
“Ssshhh, it’s just me, little sparrow,” Walter mumbles soothingly, putting his hand on your back to gently press you down on the mattress. You let your head sink back onto the pillow as you feel rather than see him settling down next to you. You close your eyes with a sigh as he runs his hand up your back, brushing your hair aside to reveal the line of your neck. His beard rubs against your skin as he presses kisses on your neck and shoulder. Languid and light and delicate. But his reticence doesn’t last long. It never does.
His hand wanders down your body. Very slowly. Along your back. Across your ass. Down your thighs. And then back up. He spreads his fingers as if he tried to touch as much of you as possible as he squeezes and kneads your flesh. And you hear his breathing getting heavier as his firm and sensual touch sends crackling, heated sparks through your whole body. 
Then, his hands wander to your waist. And you fail to suppress a shriek as he rips the towel from your body with a jerk, throwing you on your back. You haven’t even remotely recovered when he straddles your thighs and grabs your wrists, pinning them down to bed left and right of your head. Pinning you down to the bed. Breathless. Speechless. Stark naked. And you stare at him in awe as he hovers over you in the light of dusk shining through the window, naked except for a towel wrapped around his waist, his curls half wet and fluffy, with a mischievous grin on his face and that promising sparkle in his eyes. He doesn’t make a move yet. Instead, his eyes wander up and down your bare skin. Making you longingly squirm in his grip. Under his intense gaze. And, immediately, he clicks his tongue in disapproval. 
“No rushing tonight, little sparrow. No one will call. No one will come here. We have time. So. Much. Time,” he mumbles, running his lips along your throat. Then, his hands leave your wrists, traveling up to your hands. He intertwines your fingers to keep you pinned down as he sucks a hickey into the skin of your neck. And then, another one. And another one. Each starts with gentle licks and nibbles, turning into firm sucks and bites like he wanted the marks never to fade. Each ends with a tender kiss on your bruised skin. And each makes more sparks gather into a lump of blistering heat in your lower belly.
“Bear,” you whimper shuddering, trying to free yourself from his grip as you clutch his hands more tightly at the same time.   
“Oh no, you’re not going anywhere,” he growls, nibbling along your jaw, now using his whole body to press you into the mattress. “I want to see you covered in my marks for the next two weeks. I want you never to forget again that you’re mine. I want you to see it every time you look at your body. And don’t you dare think I were done with you. We’re far from done here. For tonight. And forever.”
“Bear, I… please, show me…,” you stammer, arching your back. 
“Show you what?”
"Show me that I'm all yours. Make me feel it… please," you beg him softly. 
“That you will,” he promises, his tone still loving but clearly darker than before, making your whole body literally clench in anticipation. He presses another kiss on your mouth, ending with a little bite on your bottom lip and the sweet pain makes you hiss. You stay lying on the bed, panting after he had reluctantly let go of your hands. 
“Get on your knees,” he demands huskily as he reaches for your toy bag you had oh-so-subtly put on the bedside table. And you take a deep breath when you see the neatly coiled rope in his hands. It is exactly what you had hoped for.
At home, things often have to be quick. Before he gets a phone call. Before you have to go to work. Before, before, before. Now, he takes his sweet time. He begins to tie your wrists behind your back. Then he wraps the rope around your elbows and around your thorax right below your breasts. Over your shoulders. And down the valley of your breasts. He wraps the rope around your body until it forms a pretty chest harness with a star on your chest and an elaborate knot on your back.
And all the while, his attention is all yours. He carefully takes in your expression, your breathing, your heartbeat, and every little movement of yours. And you do the same to him. It makes every other thought you might have had before, disappear as the world narrows down to the two of you. And it feels like someone tightend an invisible rope that binds you to each other. Somehow it makes you feel grounded and calm. And at the same time, it sends your heart racing.
He sits back on his heels when he's done, drinking you in without touching you yet. And his gaze alone feels like countless flames lapping at your skin. Making you squirm. Leaving you all hot and tingly. 
“You're so beautiful,” he mumbles. 
“So are you,” you whisper, and you fondly remember his almost shy reaction when you first told him that. He tried so hard to keep a straight face, and it was quite obvious that he wasn’t used to receiving compliments. However, you soon noticed that he’d soak up all your love and affection like a sponge - no matter the way they’re expressed. And now, the corners of his mouth curve into a small smile, giving him away once more.
Your gaze longingly roams his body, lingering on the bulge under the towel. His smile changes into a smirk when he sees you part your lips as your eyes seem glued to his hardness. And then he removes the towel.
“Take a good look at how hard you made me," he drawls, grabbing your chin so firmly it makes you gasp. “Because you’re going to do something about it now. Get down on the floor,” he commands, and the sound of his voice alone makes you dig your teeth into your bottom lip to bite back a moan.  
You obediently climb off the bed, trying to maintain your balance with your hands tied. Walter settles down on the edge of the bed, carefully watching your every move. You hear him exhale a raspy, open-mouthed breath, revealing how much watching you struggle gets him off. As soon as your knees have touched the floor, he grabs the hair at the back of your head, giving it a gentle jank to make you scoot closer and another jank until your mouth is right where he wants it. And where you want it. 
You lock eyes with him, planting wet and sloppy kisses on his cock. And he groans deeply and softly, as you let your slightly parted lips glide across his tip and his shaft, spreading precum and saliva, without taking him in. Then, you tenderly swirl your tongue around his tip, and the taste of his arousal makes you sigh. And you watch him carefully as you eagerly caress all his sweet spots, reveling in his enraptured expression. 
“Fuck, that's good, little sparrow,” he breathes. “Now take me in. Deeper. I know you can take a little more. Aaahhh, that's it! Fuck!” He cups your head with both hands, guiding your movements as you bob your mouth up and down his thick shaft. Lustful and sensual at first. But then, you feel his self-control slowly slipping away, making room for a more primal and feverish urge that takes your breath away. And you feel the same urge taking possession of you as you fail to fight back the soft moans rising from your throat when you feel him throbbing, growing harder in your mouth.  
“You like that, don't you? Sucking me off like a dirty little slut! Get up!” he demands, and another of your moans vibrates around his cock as his words send a wave of heat to your cheeks. And to your pussy. 
Before you can even react, he has pulled your head back, grabbing the harness to pull you to your feet. And then, you stand in front of him on shaky legs, panting like you had just been running, trails off saliva and tears on your face. Aching for more. 
"Spread your legs and show me how much you enjoy acting like a dirty slut! Wider!" he snarls, playfully smacking the insides of your thighs after he pushed your legs further apart. He runs his hand to your core, and a low groan rumbles in his chest as his fingers slide effortlessly along your puffy nether lips and into your opening. 
“Fuckin’ soaked just like I knew you’d be,” he murmurs, pumping his digits in and out of your pussy as you buck your hips against him with a mewl.  
"And so desperate!" he teases, withdrawing his fingers, smiling when he hears you whine. He brings his fingers to his mouth, and you watch spellbound as his eyes flutter shut as he closes his lips around them with a sigh. 
Then, he runs his hands down to your butt, languidly kneading your cheeks while his lips brush over your nipples. His tongue flicks the pebbled buds, and your body unsuccessfully braces itself against the tight rope as everything in you longs to touch him. You slowly let your head sink forward, planting a kiss on his curls before you nuzzle your head against his. His low growl vibrates against your skin and mixes with your soft moans while he continues to caress your breasts.
“Bear, I need you so badly. Please… fuck me,” you beg, whispering against his hair, and a shudder runs through you when you hear him inhale sharply.  
“Not yet,” he replies throatily, once more reaching for the bag on the bedside table, and you gasp when you see the two silver clamps on his palm - pretty and shiny like jewelry.  
“I love how hard you cum when you wear these,” he purrs, watching your face for any signs of rejection. Signs he certainly won’t find. And he positions the clamps on your nipples, slowly adjusting them until the increasing pressure makes you hiss. 
“Aw, is that already enough? Can’t you take a little more?” he coos.  
“I don't know,” you breathe, briefly squeezing your eyes shut. 
“You don't know? Let me help you then. I want you to take a little more," he challenges you. And he increases the pressure further until you can no longer stop a whimper from leaving your lips. 
“Fuck yes, that's the sound I wanted to hear,” he mumbles. "And I want to hear a lot more."
And you can't help but give him what he wants.
“Oh my god, fuck…,” you moan and stammer as he gently licks and sucks your sensitive nipples until you’re about to melt into a puddle.
“That's my girl,” he praises. “Now get on the bed and kneel down.” 
This time, he grabs the ropes on your back to steady you as you climb onto the bed with legs that feel like jello. He gently lowers your upper body down until your head and shoulder rest on the pillow and your ass is in the air. Then, he positions himself behind you, running his hands along your spine. Along your arms. Across your palms, letting you close your fingers around his. You know it's his silent way of checking your blood flow and nerves. It makes you feel safe. And it gives you a moment to catch your breath and calm your racing heart. 
However, that moment doesn't last long. His hands wander down to your ass, and his fingers dig firmly into your flesh as he spreads your cheeks. And then you feel his mouth on your pussy. Immediately, a pinch of shame heats up your cheeks as you jerk forward, reflexively trying to get away. Although it's actually the opposite you yearn for. 
“Here you stay!” he admonishes you, wrapping his arm around your legs, so you can’t back away. “You love it when I eat your pussy like that, don’t you?” he purrs, so close you can feel his breath and his mouth and the hair of his beard moving against your skin - an enticing sensation somewhere between hot and cold and soft and rough. And a sigh is all that leaves your lips as he licks a long stripe from your throbbing clit to your opening. 
“Use your words, little sparrow,” he admonishes you again, his voice all timber and gravel before he lets his teeth sink into the soft flesh of your buttock, making you hiss at the slight pain. 
“Yes, I love it,” you whisper, barely audible, and your face feels like it were on fire. 
“Good girl,” he mumbles, circling your clit with his finger. “And I love it, too. Because you look so goddamn hot like that. And that’s why you're going to hold still now, got it?” 
“Yes,” you whisper, shuddering when you feel his lips, his tongue on your pussy, and your lust becomes stronger than your sense of shame. 
“Breathe, little sparrow,” he reminds you gently. And again you obey, inhaling an overdue, long and shaky breath that makes your trapped nipples brush against the mattress. You moan in unison as you feel your walls tighten, and you almost sob when he immediately withdraws his mouth and his fingers. 
“I want to feel your tight pussy all around my cock when you cum,” he pants, and he sinks into your heat with one firm thrust, burying himself inside you to the hilt. You don't get time to adjust or gather your senses before he pulls almost all the way out. Slowly. Moaning at the friction. Then, he pauses, and you know he’s waiting for you to sob and beg, just like he loves it. Just like you love it. 
“Bear, please... I’m so close,” you whimper, trying to rock yourself back and forth on his cock as best as you can with your restrained arms. 
“Aaahh, fuck!” he groans, grabbing your ass with one hand and the harness on your back with his other hand. “Just look at you! All tied up and still can’t help but fuck yourself on my cock like a fuckin' slut! And that's exactly what you are for me, right?”
Maybe you would have been able to form an answer. But then, he tightens his grip, letting you fuck him while he mutters obscenities that fuel the blazing fire inside you even more. When your body begins to tremble and your movements falter, he lets go of everything he has held back, moving you on his cock, faster and harder, until you can’t keep up with his rhythm any longer.
And then you lose yourself in that sea of sensations. The tight embrace of the rope. His deep plunges. His pelvis slamming against your ass. The deliciously painful pressure of the clamps. And the friction of the bedsheets against your nipples as your tits bounce with every thrust. Him. Using your body to his liking. To his will. Like you were barely more than a doll. 
"You get off on being used like that, huh? My perfect little fucktoy!” he growls through clenched teeth just when your walls begin to flutter around his cock. And then your high races through you like a firestorm, and you could swear that you can see stars as it tosses you about. The aftershocks haven’t left your body yet when his vigorous thrusts subside. His prolonged groan ricochets off the walls as he finds his release, and the sensation of his throbbing cock deep inside you sets you alight once again. Your muscles tighten around him, so hard and so unexpected it takes you completely off guard. And so goddamn delicious you couldn't care less about the sounds and incoherent words tumbling from your lips as you beg him to make you cum again. 
“Holy fuck,” he curses huskily, rubbing tight circles around your throbbing clit as he still rides out his high with sloppy thrusts. You press your face against the pillow with a sob as your second orgasm carries you away, somehow soft and warm and more embers than fire but no less consuming. 
Walter’s groan still echoes in your ears as your body almost goes limb. After he withdrew himself from your heat, he quickly grabs a few tissues to clean you off before he gently pulls you up on his lap, your back facing him. First, he carefully loosens the clamps off your nipples and then the ropes from your body with routine movements. 
He gently guides you to lie down on your back, and you close your eyes as his lips and hands begin to dance across your body. Across your chest, your arms, your wrists, following the traces of the rope. Your body squirms and arches underneath him. Barely perceptibly. Yet full of longing for his touch. You bury your hands in his curls as he presses tender kisses on your nipples, light like the touch of a feather.
Then, he kisses his way up to your face. He plants sweet kisses on your eyelids. On the tip of your nose. Your upper lip. Your bottom lip. And a long and tender kiss on your mouth. 
“How are you feeling, little sparrow?” he finally asks, cupping your cheek with his big hand. 
“Tired,” you smile, leaning against his touch. “And good. More than good, to be exact.”   
“It was quite a lot, huh?” he asks, a bit concerned. 
“It was what I wanted. And what I needed,” you reassure him, turning your head to press a kiss on his palm. “I love you.”
“I love you more,” he mumbles against your lips. “So, would I be correct in assuming that you won’t forget again that you’re all mine?” he asks, bumping his nose against yours. And the cheeky smirk on his face makes you chuckle. 
“At least not anytime soon,” you grin, wrapping your arms around him. “Although I certainly wouldn't mind being reminded like that again." 
"I'm going to remind you, little sparrow. In that way. And in other ways." 
And you know that the searing kiss he presses on your lips is only one of those ways.
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stramberrybitch · 5 months
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𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭'𝘴 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 — 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘖𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘦𝘳 30𝘵𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯. 𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭'𝘴 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬.
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— 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥 (𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭'𝘴 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶)
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xoxoskai · 1 year
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If the Devil’s Night characters had Instagrams –
Damon:
- Has a private account with 8 followers and only follows Will back.
- Keeps track of everyone else on a different account secretly.
- Posts cute pictures of Winter on her account for her.
- Comments “ew” beneath cute pictures of his sisters with their husbands.
- First post after much deliberation is a picture of Winter in their fountain.
- Pretends to hate when Banks and Rika tag him in their pictures but secretly likes it.
- Participates willingly for pictures only when Will or Winter ask.
- Actively starts posting about his kids once they are born.
- Comments "babysoft" under all of Misha's posts.
- Makes a joint account with Emory for their business but lets her run it completely.
Will:
- Has over 10 million followers (Damon says it’s because he posts thirst traps but Will thinks everyone likes his dancing)
- Posts nearly everyday.
- Very careful about what he posts (he has *important* friends)
- Either spams on his account or goes AWOL suddenly.
- Removed the comment feature on most posts where he’s sporting his abs because Emory doesn’t like girls thirsting over him.
- Has a private account for his friends only to post cute videos of his kids and wife.
- Also known as “Misha Lare’s hot, mystery cousin”
- Posted a video of Damon dancing once, learnt his lesson when his followers fell to 4.
- Writes hate comments underneath Alex's posts with Aydin.
- Uses all features, loves to make reels and put songs over the pictures.
- Participates in Winter’s freestyle dancing videos
Kai:
- Had to make an account to post about Sensou and make it more public.
- Accidentally got famous because everyone thought the teacher was “hot”.
- Now features only his students in his videos and makes sure they get the ‘Banks approval stamp’ before posting.
- Made a private account using an alias to comment on his wife’s pictures.
- Realized that a good way to piss Michael off is by commenting on his wife’s pictures. Had been effectively using it till Banks noticed.
- The only personal post on Sensou is of him kissing Banks at the entrance captioned “Everything I wanted with the only person I’ve ever wanted it with”
- New dilemma unlocked when men started thirsting over his wife.
- Also removed comment feature.
- Hired someone (Alex) to manage the official account.
- Loves showing Banks off because it makes her happy.
- Likes to embarrass his kids and get it on camera only for the family on his private account.
Michael:
- Has an official account run by his assistant for work purposes.
- Public account, millions of followers but still lesser than Will (also blames it on the thirst traps).
- Shows off Rika in almost every post.
- Every intimate picture with Rika has a throwing up emoticon or “there’s children on this app” commented by Athos and liked by Damon.
- Aaron or Athos aren’t featured in any pictures for privacy purposes.
- Hates when Kai comments on Rika’s pictures. Tries to do the same with Banks. Banks blocks him.
- Is an active partner of Will's in posting hate comments on every picture of Aydin on Alex's instagtam.
Rika:
- Shows off her entire family at all times.
- Loves posting pictures with the girls whenever they go out.
- Does vacation dumps, weekly dumps, festival dumps, random dumps.
- Searches hours for good captions.
- Posts about Athos and Aaron but only where their faces are hidden.
- Writes corny captions on her posts with Michael.
- Laughs about Kai’s comments with Banks.
- Does fit checks.
- Tried doing the “A daily vlog of my life” and quickly realized that they do some shady stuff that shouldn’t be on any cameras.
- Personally overlooks the official account for the mayor’s office.
Banks:
- Proud Mom.
- Hundreds of pictures of her children.
- Loves commenting on everyone’s posts and hyping them up.
- Joins Kai in commenting on Rika’s pictures to piss Michael off.
- Only has a private account.
- Overlooks Sensou’s official account after its accidental fame and the official account for the Senator.
- Posts all kinds of things on her stories (dog rescue reels, Winter’s dance reels, Will’s thirst traps, videos of Kai walking out of the shower, of Kai sitting in his study and reading, a zoom in on Kai’s biceps while working out, of Kai getting overwhelmed and pissed off because of all the dogs).
- Only one who can get away with posting funny videos of Damon.
- Replies “no u” to every ‘”ew” comment from Damon.
- Has featured on Rika and Will’s reels multiple times.
- Tried multiple times to get Madden to make an account so she can tag him, has been unsuccessful.
- Uses a lot of emojis.
- Comments “Mine” on all of Kai’s pictures.
Winter:
- Damon runs the account for her.
- Posts videos of her dancing.
- Has tutorials demonstrating basic and easy dance steps for learners.
- Features in a lot of Will’s videos and does dance challenges* with him.
- Actively posts about her charity work.
- Always asks someone to take a picture of her onstage so she can ask Damon to make a compilation after she’s done with her shows.
- Loves when Damon is patient with her whenever she wants to post and helps her caption them.
- Makes Damon read out the comments to her sometimes when she’s sick of hearing the robotic voice of her phone. Knows that Damon does not read the hateful and condescending ones out loud.
- Is a Dog mom and loves having her pictures taken with her Dog.
- Loves family pictures with all her kids and of their pets.
Emory:
- Singlehandedly runs her joint account with Damon for their work.
- Pointedly comments on every one of her husband’s abs pictures (“These look like the same ones I touched this morning in the shower”/”Why do you look like my husband”/”Pictures really ruin the first class quality”).
- Has a public account just to post cute pictures of Will and her.
- Posts videos of Damon hard at work, shopping sprees with the girls (“That’s Banks passed out on the couch after thirty minutes, Rika’s onto her 50th dress and Alex is already on the other floor”), Will watering their garden shirtless, videos of whenever the group gets together.
- Has an aesthetic going on that she’s maintained over the years (Will has tried to ruin it multiple times).
- Pins all of Will's comments.
- Has full permission to use Will's account to post herself on his stories whenever she feels like putting fangirls in their places.
- Posts a lot of her WIP's.
- Uses Will's private account to post pictures of her children ("There's only so many accounts I can handle").
- Is a keyboard ninja and can be found arguing with a virtual stranger in a comment section at 2AM (almost always backed up by Banks)
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oldfarmhouse · 6 months
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In the 1970s a man bought an empty block of land in the Adelaide Hills. Did he know then, the legacy he would create with the cabin he built with his own hands and the forest he grew from saplings?
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hidden away
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