#i think i've already seen photos from this shoot but this one was new to me

[oleander4]

The young Rob James-Collier as a model

[shadow4-1]

I'm just imagining Ghost having a non-existent love life due to his past trauma. After much prodding, Soap convinces him to hire an escort to fulfil his needs. Not just any escort, either, but one of his old schoolmates who specializes in "the complete girlfriend package". (She's also plus-sized.)

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"She's a right classy bird. Chooses her Johns real carefully." Soap admits, leaning against the bar top. He pulls out his phone and begins to scroll through his Instagram feed. "She's a lil' pricey, but look. She's got a private villa that she'll keep ye in the whole weekend."

Soap swipes through clusters of photos. The villa is beautiful and the interior has a rustic, home-y vibe to it. It doesn't look like a manufactured place, but like someone actually lives there. Ghost is intrigued just by that fact alone. He's never really had a place to stay when on leave. Well, he doesn't count his shithole flat as much of anything.

"She'll cook fer ya too. N' I think she's some type of masseuse?" Soap prattles on, flicking through even more pictures. It seems he was right. In one of the extra bedrooms there's a massage table set up.

"What she look like?"

Soap smiles sheepishly.

"She's not the type of bird I've seen you go for in the past." He admits before pulling up a folder of pictures on his phone. "But she's bonnie, Lt. A right knockout, I swear."

He scrolls towards the bottom of the folder, looking for a more recent picture. Ghost notices the the skin colored thumbnails as they pass by in a flurry. He already knew, didn't really care, but decides to press on it for his own amusement.

"You one of her Johns?"

Soap nearly chokes. He stops scrolling and looks up at Ghost.

"Well, um...yeah." He admits. Ghost taps on one of the juicy thumbnails. It opens the video. Despite himself, Soap blushes.

Neither man say anything else for a minute. They quietly watch the screen as a pretty cunt is being stretched out by a cock they both know the owner of. She's wet and dripping and glistening in the phone's flash. Her cunt is visibly softer, rounder, with thick outer lips and even cushier looking inner thighs.

Ghost is instantly intrigued by the sight of this woman's body. He'd always found himself in situations with toned or muscular women. He never thought much of it at the time. Ghost was rarely around civilians, and even then he never frequented places a soft girl like her would be seen. Now, in the rec-room, watching a video of Johnny fucking open this girl he realizes he's been going about things all wrong.

Johnny's not being very nice to the girl in the video either. Its apparent he's putting his whole weight and stamina into his thrusts. Ghost couldn't remember ever fucking a woman like that. He'd always had to go slow, angle himself just right to avoid hurting himself or his lovers. A tinge of jealousy shoots up his spine when he notices how the soft pudge of her thighs cushions Johnny's much sharper hipbones.

"Hm..."

"You like 'er?" Johnny asks. "She told me she's looking for 'new clients' if yer interested."

Ghost taps through even more of the photos and videos. They're mostly of her pretty cunt being fucked out but there's a few of her looking cute and relaxed in lingerie or nothing at all. She's got a decent face. Better tits though. Ghost doesn't think he's ever seen a set that fucking soft or suckable.

The last video in the folder is of her bare ass. She looks over her shoulder, smiles flirtatiously, then proceeds to shake her body in a way that makes her ass bounce rigorously. Johnny's hand comes into frame. He grips roughly at one of her cheeks and spreads her apart. A thick glob of cum spills from her slightly gaping, inner lips. The video ends.

Ghost raises his brow at Soap.

"She lets you cum in 'er?"

"Ya know I don't like rubbers, Lt. Can't stand the wee fucks." Soap laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "I jes' get a copy of my physical from the doc. Send it over t' her 'fore I drop by."

Ghost huffs.

"Here, lemme give you 'er number."

Ghost doesn't try to stop him when Soap fishes his hand into his jacket pocket. He already knows the security code.

"I'll let 'er know yer a friend 'o mine. 'F I vouch for you she'll take ya in no problem." He nods. "I think you're gonnae thank me after all this s' said n' done, Lt."

For good measure Soap texts her a simple greeting from Ghost's phone. She replies within a few seconds. Ghost's eyes glint at the little notification flash.

"We'll see..."

[ddejavvu]

For multiverse Monday can u do rockstar!sirius black x reader :) maybe something with spice??

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

combined with: stupid thought for multiverse monday - sirius trying to convince reader he's not a catfish on tinder (other dating sites are available 😂)

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The picture that stares back at you is not what you were expecting. It's, in fact, the same picture as your home screen, famed guitarist Sirius Black peering around his phone with a smirk into the camera. Apparently, Regulus Brown had not been genuine with you in his pursuits on tinder.

nice try, you type back scathingly, that's not you. that's sirius black. what, did you look up 'ruggedly handsome man' on pinterest?

Ruggedly handsome? He replies, I'm flattered xx

I'm reporting you for catfishing, you decide, I'm not sure why you chose me to pick on, but all you're doing is wasting time.

You don't manage to hit the block button in time, and another message comes through.

Hey! I'm not catfishing, this is me. I'm Sirius Black. The guitarist. You're a fan?

You roll your eyes, though he can't see it, I am. Let me guess, you need $2000 and the numbers on the back of my credit card? Wasting. Time.

I'm not scamming you! you imagine his face as a pathetic frown, trying to pull his scheme together, but he'd really sent it with more of an incredulous guffaw, I'm really Sirius Black. You want photo proof?

You tried that already, I've seen the picture.

A new one then, he promises, wait a second.

You might as well wait for another picture of Sirius. Even if the man's catfishing you, you'll save the photo, add it to your collection of pictures of the rockstar, then block him. Although you're fairly certain you have every picture of him in existence, so he can't offer you something you don't already have.

There, a picture comes in, blocking out most of the screen, better?

It's a new picture. One you've never seen before, the man laying on his side, clearly shirtless from his bare shoulders, on grey sheets. His stubble has grown out, and his hair is ragged, tousled over his forehead as he peers at the camera with sleepy eyes.

Where did you get that picture?

My camera, he shoots back, it's me.

It can't be you, you insist, Sirius Black does not need tinder to find girls.

I needed it to find you, didn’t I?

This isn’t funny. You fume, No one is gonna be stupid enough to believe you. Leave me alone.

You close the app. You quickly reopen it, though, to save the picture he'd sent you. At least you're getting new content.

You flick on the television to try and forget about it. It works almost instantly, the dull chatter of the sitcom you've switched on drowning out your stewing anger. You forget about it so well, in fact, that ten minutes passes before you pick up your phone again. You click on the notification it displays before remembering why you shouldn't, and groan when a video auto-plays.

It's Sirius Black.

"I'm almost impressed you're this stubborn," He drawls, head still resting on his pillows, "Or I would be, if it wasn't this infuriating to get called a catfish over and over again. Y/N Y/L/N," Your stomach drops when your name falls from his lips, "It's really me. I'm not lying to you, this isn't a trick, it's me, alright? And if you still don't believe me," He scoffs, groaning as he throws his head back, "I think I'll have to write a song about the one that got away."

[zehiiro]

I over analysed the new TBOC Teaser and Sneak Peek

There's so much to cover here, and I'm so happy right now because of all the content we've gotten today! I'm going to focus the analysis on the new things we see in the teaser and trailer since many of the things shown today have already been discussed on here many times.

So please grab yourself a cup of tea or your morning coffee and bear with me through this post. It might be a little long, but I'd love to hear your takes on my timeline theory at the end. ♡

The Teaser

I'm starting with the teaser because that's what I got to see first.

Firstly, we see in the below photo that Daryl has finally gotten himself some arrows, which means we're finally going to see him with a bow (excluding that one time he used a crossbow in twd:dd 01x02). These definitely don't look like crossbow bolts, which implies that this shot is pre-reunion.

I also want to break down the dialog here:

Isabell: Tell me a story Daryl: There was this guy, he left home looking for something, and he couldn't get back.

I'm focusing on the part where he said "he couldn't get back" because he didn't say "he didn't go back" or "he didn't want to go back"; he said he couldn't; he's not there by choice.

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Secondly, we have this shot of Carol and her crew on a mountaintop. What stands out here is that it's not just her (on the right) and Ash (on the left); there are two other people there with them (middle).

Making notes of who these people are, here's a breakdown of what we can see about them.

There are two people.

First one: seems shorter with longer brown/black hair and wearing a beige coat.

Second one: seems taller, shorter auburn hair and wearing a black coat with a faux fur collar.

Unlike Carol and Ash, neither of them is visibly holding a weapon.

Also unlike Carol and Ash, they both seem to have bags/supplies.

They must trust each other at this moment because Carol and Ash don't seem to have their weapons drawn or their guards up.

The last three points make me think that the two in the middle might be locals from wherever they've landed in France and are helping them find their way. Additionally, to the local's guess, there's no way that the plane (image/model below) C/A flew in could have fit more than 2 people.

Beechcraft S35 Bonanza:

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Next, we see Carol (looking amazing as always) holding/shooting the crossbow, killing the walker we see below.

What's interesting here is that this walker is covered in moss and what looks like fungus growing out of it, which would happen to walkers who have been around water and/or in humid environments. The walker is also wearing winter clothing, which aligns with the snowy mountains in the background.

The only other place I remember seeing a walker like this, in France, was on the way to Normandy Beach, where Daryl looked over at the walker that had similar moss on it with trees growing through it; however, if I had to guess I'd say that's not relevant to the location of this new scene.

If the filming location accurately reflects the actual location of Carol/Crew, based on the surroundings and lake in the above shots, my best guess is that they are near the French Alps, somewhere around the area highlighted in red, OR the Spanish Alps highlighted in blue, since the rest of France is relatively flat and does not feature any large mountain scapes like we see in the photos.

It is also possible that these photos of Carol and Ash in the mountains are pre-France, set in the US while they were planning their departure via plane, with the only reason being that I don't think I've seen any photos of Carol or Daryl with the crossbow in France (that we know for sure were set in France). However, I'm still leaning towards it being in France because I don't see why Carol couldn't have taken the crossbow with her if they managed to take the rifle along.

Carol is later seen in a clip at Chantier Naval de la Passagère (purple mark on map), placing her right next to Daryl/Crew at Mont Saint-Michel (green mark on map).

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The Sneak Peek

The first thing to note with the sneak peek is that it looks like these images from the first teaser (below)...

are not at the same location as Daryl/Crew fighting in the sneak peak (below).

Another thing to note that's different is the people present with Daryl during each fight, which brings me to the next thing I've noticed.

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When the back of the truck is opened in the sneak peek, we see three people sitting in the back. After playing with the image a little bit, it becomes a little easier to guess who we're looking at.

To me, it appears that it's Fallou and Emile on the right, and the guy on the left resembles the man highlighted in the image below (from the first teaser).

All of this leads me to believe that somehow/somewhere, Fallou, Emile, and the ??? Man are taken by Genet and her people. This would explain Daryl's desperation during the sneak peek fight to stop Genet/Crew and get to whatever/whoever is in the back of the truck.

However, it gets a little complicated with how the timeline of these two fights relates to the below scene with Carol/Fallou/Codron.

I have two theories about how the timeline can go, but for now I'm just going to break down the one I think is the most feasible.

Firstly, we know that Fallou and Emile leave Daryl/Crew in 01x06, potentially heading back to Paris. On their way, they run into Codron, who's been badly hurt/tortured by Genet, along with Carol, who has tracked Daryl to Paris at this point.

From here, after resting, resupplying, and with the new information that Codron and Fallou gave her about Daryl's whereabouts and what he's been going through to try and get back to her, Carol leaves the Paris group and heads out to resume her search for him.

Sometime after Carol leaves Paris, the Paris group/base could have been attached, leading to Fallou, Emille, and ??? Man being captured.

This leads us to the fight we see in the sneak peek between Daryl/Crew and Genet/Crew, which results in Fallou/Emile/??? Man being rescued and joining up with Daryl and the Nest Crew again.

Here's where I think it gets interesting: Now that Fallout is back with Daryl, he tells him everything he knows about Carol, how they ran into her, how she's been looking for him, and how, right before the attack on that Paris base, she left to resume her search for him.

This would light a fire under Daryl, realising how much danger she could be in because the areas between Paris and Mont Saint-Michel are swarming with Genet's men, and Carol could very likely be unknowingly walking into an ambush that wasn't meant for her.

Knowing that Carol is somewhere between Paris and Mont Saint-Michel, Daryl can now easily track her to Maison Mere, where she happens to be trapped in a car with Ash, surrounded by walkers (image below).

This leads us to the scene from the first teaser, where we see Daryl, Fallou, Isabell,??? Man, and a few others from the Nest, are searching through what we've said appears to be Maison Mere.

In the first teaser, We see the walkers surrounding Carol's car get killed by something/someone that's not visible to us, other than the lone hand we see on the back of the windshield, which we have all agreed strongly resembles Daryl's (image below).

Leading us to our long-awaited life-changing reunion!!

Thank you so much for sticking with me and getting through this post ♡. I really hope reading it made sense like it did in my head.

I'd love to hear your thoughts on any of the above and specially on things that I've missed.

I'm so happy we'll have Caryl back in a few short months!!! Our wait is almost over ♡♡♡

[starry-eyed-never-satisfied]

Fandom Ask Game! 6, 7, 12, 15, 18, 19, 22, 23, 24

7. Is there a piece of clothing you think [character] is particularly fond of/that you imagine them wearing a lot or like to draw them in?

In terms of drawing, I've drawn Paul in his Destroyer costume most often, because it's really easy to draw, and he looks hot in it. But he looks hot in anything so....

When I was writing Let Me Know, that was hard because when I described Paul as dressing like a rock star, I was envisioning 80s or 90s, ripped jeans, leather jackets, band ts, that sort of thing. I knew a bit about girls clothes in the late 60s, but not a lot about guys, so when I googled it, it was a bit of a shock, and I still struggle to picture him at that time.

12. What's the funniest or craziest AU idea you've ever come up with?

I don't really do AUs like putting them in completely different worlds/situations, so the most AU I get it using stories not from Kisstory. Take It Off is one of those, that scenario with Paul stripping is completely made up, although we all would love to see it I know. It was fun to write and picture him like that.

15. Have you noticed your style change over time?

I think so, my stories are getting longer and more detailed. I'm adding more action

18. Type [charater]'s name and tell us what the autocomplete suggests as the next word

Paul Stanley ass

I am ashamed. What is wrong with me.

19. What's your favourite thing about [fandom] (the people in it, not the media you're all enjoying together)?

The fact that I think all of you will understand the answer to the previous question and not think there is something wrong with me

22. Give us a headcanon for [character]

When Paul is trying to fall asleep he plays with his chest hair

23. Has your favourite character/ship changed over time?

No. Stardemon for life!

24. What's your favourite thing about [character]?

I love so much about him, its hard to just choose one. I guess that he just has the most beautiful soul. He's been through so much, yet has never lost his positive outlook on life, just constantly believing that things can be and will be better

6. Show us a bit of a WIP!

Okay, this is pretty new, so is most likely not in it's final form. One of my very first stories is called I'm Watching Over You, its the story of the morning after the drunken Hotter Than Hell photo shoot. This one has the working title I'm Watching Over You - The Night Before

Paul grabbed another drink.  A hand rested on his arm.  Gene.

“How much have you had?”

Paul shrugged.

“Paul.”

“What?  I’m a rock thtar, ‘member.  Thith ith wha’ Im meana do.” He swaggered off towards a couple of girls.

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Peter opened his eyes.  The room was spinning.  He looked over.  Paul was unconscious.  Paul?  Peter blinked a couple of times.  No it was definitely Paul.  And there were men around him.

“Gee –“ Peter couldn’t move.  “Gee!” he cried, looking desperately around for the one person he knew would be sober.

But Gene had already seen.

“Get off him!”

Gene in full demon mode made an impressive sight, bearing down, shoving the would-be rapists aside.

“Hey, sorry man,” one laughed lasciviously.  “Didn’t know he was yours.”

Ignoring him, Gene crouched and carefully picked Paul up.  His head flopped limply against Gene’s shoulder.

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Gene got Paul out the back door.  It was slightly cooler out there, and Gene leaned against the wall.  “Oh, Paul.  What am I going to do with you,” Gene whispered into his curls.

[imagine-knb]

I'm so excited this blog is back! I forget about KNB sometimes just because of all the new anime, but it is dear to me and so is this blog because of it!

For a request, and it can be a scenario or headcanons, whichever you prefer, can you do Kuroko, Kise, and Himuro's reactions to their (mutual) crush getting roped into doing one of Kise's photoshoots with him?

Like the shoot is stalled because the model supposed to be opposite of him is late (could be due to traffic or maybe they have prima donna syndrome and holding up the shoot to have their demands met), and when crushicchi happens to pass by and stops to chat with Kise, the director or photographer sees them interacting and thinks, "…yeah, that'll work!" And then suddenly they're swept up in a whirlwind of hair, makeup, and wardrobe before they're urged on set and just told to act like Kise's their boyfriend in the pictures. (He's certainly not gonna have a problem with it!)

As far as how Kuroko in Himuro are involved, it could be that that one or both were already hanging out with their crush before their hangout session got interrupted by everything, or maybe they won't find out until they see the ads until later when they get published, it's up to you. Sorry if this was really specific.

I went for a bit of a mix between scenario and headcanons, I hope you don't mind. It's a format I've been playing with recently! Admin Neon

You were beginning to think you should have never answered Kise's call.

As the makeup artist dabbed an oversized puff to your face, spreading around powder that would mattify your foundation, you had to resist the urge to sneeze. As your own makeup artist turned away from you to pull out an array of eyeshadows, you took the opportunity to glance at your companion.

Beside you, in the seat right next to yours, Kise is sitting as still as a statue while his own makeup is applied. He looks downright professional, closing his eyes at the appropriate moments and holding his breath to stay as still as possible.

"What kind of photoshoot is this anyway?" you ask to anyone willing to answer.

"It's a campaign for a new set of matching women's and men's clothing," your makeup artist replied, using one of her hands to tilt your chin up. As she pressed a small brush of color to your eyelids, she continued, "Things like pajama sets, outing clothes, and swimwear."

You flinched away from your makeup artist in surprise at her words. Pajama sets? Outing clothes? Swimwear? "Kise, this sounds like a couple's photoshoot."

Your only response from the blonde was an amused smile as his artist began powdering his face.

Kise was not a conniving man and to say it was his fault his original costar for the photoshoot got a violent case of food poisoning would be a lie — how was he supposed to know the pasta on the snacks table had been sitting for a while and was no good?

he already had you on speed dial the second he heard his costar had fallen ill; not because he especially wanted to do the shoot with you or anything, but because you owed him a favor

he spends a lot of the photoshoot smiling more than usual — the photographer actually has to scold him for once about keeping that dopey grin off his face

during the entire photoshoot, Kise is taking the opportunity to brush his hands along any skin of yours that was deemed appropriate for the photos — pajama sets? he's got his arms wrapped around you; outing clothes? he's holding your hands or wrapping his arms around your shoulders; swimwear? this is where he hesitates a bit...

he's never seen you so exposed and to say he wasn't enjoying the view would be a lie, but he was a professional, so he did his best to hide his excitement and settled for placing his hands on your exposed waist

all in all, you actually end up having a fun time and, much to Kise's pleasure, tell him he can call you as a backup plan whenever

The next day, Kise was on the phone with Kuroko, holding him hostage in conversation and retelling all the events from the photoshoot.

"Kurokocchi, it was so cute!" he gushes, holding his phone close to his ear so he could make sure Kuroko heard every tone and inflection in his voice; he was so happy. "____cchi looked amazing in every outfit and the photographer and makeup artists loved having them around! ____cchi even said I could call again if I ever need an emergency costar!"

On the other end of the call, Kuroko merely gave a disinterested hum. This only spurred the blonde to continue in his ravings, mentioning all the different types of pictures the two of you had to take.

"It got a little romantic near the end when the date night clothes came out," Kise reminisced. Then, as an after thought, he added, "Oh, I should send you my favorite ones! I was able to get copies."

"You really don't have to do that," Kuroko tried to say, but he was interrupted by Kise's continued rant.

"I think you'll really like this one. ____cchi and I look like an actual couple! Maybe we could even—" There was a click on the other end of the line. "K-Kurokocchi? Did the call cut out? Hello?"

it wasn't that Kuroko wasn't listening to his blonde friend, but the moment Kise had mentioned your name as the costar he'd done the photoshoot with, Kuroko had lost all interest in the conversation

he didn't hate you — no quite the opposite, in fact; Kuroko was just having a really hard time listening to Kise gush about you as if you and the blonde were already a couple

when Kise didn't get the hint and sent over a picture or two from the photoshoot, Kuroko didn't open them at first; he didn't want to see you in such close poses with a man who wasn't him

eventually curiosity gets the better of him and Kuroko does end up looking at those pictures — he's trying really hard to ignore Kise in them, only wanting to look at you

he finds that if he zooms in, maybe even crops out his friend, he can smile more at the picture instead of feeling that burning coil of jealousy in his stomach

instead of responding to Kise, Kuroko begins texting you about the photoshoot instead; even if he's feeling jealous over who you had to take pictures with, he still wants to congratulate you on a job well done

It was weeks later that the photoset was released to the public and, in your excitement to see yourself in a magazine, you headed over to the nearest convenience store. Tagging along with you was your classmate, Himuro, and his tall friend from basketball — they were on a grocery run.

As you stepped into the aisle where all the reading material was kept, your eyes were instantly drawn to the magazine in question. "Holy shit, he didn't mention we'd be on the cover."

You picked up the magazine to flip through it, Himuro behind you as he looked over your shoulder. He was silent as you flipped through the pages, looking at all the photos that had made it through to the final cut.

"You look really good in these," he comments, leaning ever so slightly to get a better view — he was looking at you, of course, not at the pictures.

The compliment brought a light flush of color to your face and you smiled at him in return. Placing the magazine into your grocery basket so you could purchase a copy, you trailed along after Himuro as he lead you through the store for the rest of the grocery trip.

on the outside, Himuro had a rather calm appearance about him; nobody would really know that on the inside he was seething about the pictures he saw

his amazement at your skill — despite it being your first photoshoot, nonetheless! — had been genuine at first, but then you flipped onto the page where the swimwear was being displayed

to say his blood ran cold when he saw the way Kise was holding onto you in that photograph would be an understatement; Himuro wasn't stupid and, even through a picture, he could see the desire Kise had in his eyes that day

he tries to move past his feelings of jealousy; after all, at the end of the day, Himuro was the one who saw you the most often since it was his school you attended — he had you to himself most of the year, he supposed he could share you a little

later on he asks you which of the photos you had taken was your favorite — he still wants to show you that he's interested in what you like to do — and he's mentally ecstatic when you show him a picture that isn't so intimate

he asks for a copy of that picture and places it as your icon in his phone; of course, it isn't his fault that Kise gets completely cropped out, the whole picture just wouldn't fit...

[theressomethinghappeninginparis]

A lot...has happened.

It's been a while and you can trust me, I took some time off because I needed a moment to process all of this. Currently I am safe, all is cool, don't worry. But the path there has been so overwhelming and honestly crazy I just...needed a moment.

Transcript of the first and second page: All I see is...particles. Some kind of shield glowing. I can hear gunshots and I see Lara Croft shooting Eckhardt, it has to be him.

What the fuck?

Okay they're busy and I don't care and I can't care since I need to fuck off. There's two floors above, metal platforms in the shape of a circle, and I'm still looking for an escape. Is there a way out??

My pen died. I am dying mentally.

There's a ladder and it goes up to the first floor. I need to get there. There's so much screaming in the middle and I need to leave and my head hurts and my ears are pierced by the sounds. I need to leave, I'm not as durable as Lara Croft.

What the heck, here is something hanging from...the ceiling? I don't have much time, I'll try to sketch out what I see. I'm upstairs, and I can barely write. There is something? Hanging? From there, it looks kinda humanoid, not quite. Could it be a true nephilim? The one Eckhardt wanted to use?

There's also a platform with a golden disk and it is looking like this: Somehow it's flower shaped, has symbols surrounding it, spaces for five pieces to be inserted, the stuff hidden in the Obscura Paintings! I think this could be the Sanglyph. It's five golden pieces and they could be used (unreadable)

Transcript of the third and fourth page: Okay I'm not sure what to do, what happened or anything. Honestly all is a blur. I woke up and there's a lot of rumble, dust and chaos. The Sleeper is gone, the room is destroyed. Eckhardt is gone, so is Miss Croft, so is my head, it hurts fucking badly. I'm okay, I think, my head is shit, I have cuts, my already sore knee is bleeding, it's...aweful. There's an open gate on the ground floor, and I hope it leads outside.

It has to.

In the debris I've seen a small piece of this flower-shaped thingy. It's a metal part that I think belonged in the Obscura Paintings. I took it with me. I'm on my way to the train station...finally. If Lara Croft is really the archeologist I think she is, she'd be interested in the piece. If I manage to offer her this metal plate, maybe she'll talk to me about her knowledge of the Paintings, Eckhardt, and the Sleeper?

I am finally back at civilization and am seeing living human beings again. I got myself a new Shirt, washed myself and my wounds and got medical gauze to treat my knee. My head stopped hurting when I drank plenty of water, luckily I was only dehydrated. Surely if I ever tell anybody about what I had seen I'll be considered a maniac...I thought about what to ask Miss Croft. I made a small list:

Is Eckhardt really this 500 year old alchemist?

Who is Kurtis Trent? What'd he got to do with the LV?

Was he responsible for the Monstrum killings since I assume you weren't?

What do you know about the Sanglyph?

The Periapt Shards can kill Eckhardt, right?

What purpose serves the Sanitarium?

Transcript of the fifth, sixth and seventh page: I'll be in Paris soon. I slept until now, the train ride takes so long and I'm just so exhausted. This journey is almost over, but I might be able to find even more. In case of Lara Croftwants to talk to me. I'll write her an email. Will she reply?

We're arriving at Paris. I wrote her a mail with a photo of the Sanglyph piece, asking her whether she'd like it in return for some answers. I even offered her to send her this notebook. I'm sure she'll return it either way, I trust her reputation, and I can prove my volicity and that I'm not a paranoid stalker or something.

UPDATE: It's been a week since I arrived back home and I got a LETTER via CURIER, can you believe that? Lara Croft is indeed interested in the piece and she invited me to London. She had the tickets in the mail, too. I cannot believe it!

She writes she is delighted I survived (I laughed here) and I should come over within two weeks. And that in case I come over with bad intention she's going to shoot me. I think...I think she means that.

Transcript of the eighth and ninth page: The tickets are valid for two weeks for any flight in first class. A ticket to get to London AND come back.

I'm really on my way to London. Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. I'm a bit nervous obviously, and the spartanic answer is more than I thought I'd get, but still. Meeting her in person while knowing what she went through is like...we've been in the same places. Seen similar things. I know about this maniac that wants to take over the world, that accused and framed her for murder, I know about the Lux Veritatis and their only member that is still alive (if he is, now). I'll miss the Sanglyph- it's the only thing that can confirm my story. But in Lara's collection not only will it be safe, but it won't do any damage no more. Maybe through her I can also contact Kurtis Trent? He can answer about the LV way more I think. I'll take some pics of the manor if I may. Oh! I'm excited.

Transcript of the tenth and eleventh page: I arrived at the airport in London. I also got a new pen since I've written so much in this book I needed one. It's almost as if I'm at a new chapter right now and since I'm moving countries again- yeah. I think I'm on a good way. The butler, his name is Winston, picked me up in a black cab. I got checked thoroughly for weapons, metals, cameras and whatnot and now I'm on my way to the Croft Manor. I've gotten a few wishes by Miss Croft concearning the talk:

I'm not allowed to take photos of the Manor, but she'll hand me one of the Sanglyph.

She'll hand me the post adress of Mr.Trent and contact him first

I can write down the interview, yet I am to keep it to myself.

So, only here we have the truth.

It's been two hours since I've been here. I had lots of tea, a lot of food and some rest in one of the guest rooms. Lara was slightly cold in the beginning, but as I showed her this book, my photos and talked to her about my findings, like Carvier's death (poor soul), Rennes, Werner's appartment, the poor, poor souls in the Sanitarium, everything she saw I've seen as well. Tomorrow she'll talk about my questions, she listened to me being tired as hell. She got me a key to lock my room and I'm cuddled up in a blanket.

I just noticed how muchmy body hurts. I really need a good rest.

[k00299539]

Animation Brief 01 - Week 2 - Final Parallax Background Animation

Above: I actually did this back in March I promise

That's the final version of the whole "mini-me, parallax background" project. I think I've already gone over it on this blog but it was one of those project that only got worse for me the longer I did it. That's not to say I didn't enjoy making it or that I hate the result, just that I spent too little time on planning and preparation, and then had execute on that poorly laid foundation.

I'm mostly just talking about the background by the way, painting and compositing it together was a chore and it felt like a lot of work for a pretty underwhelming result. I do like my mini-me however, the real star of the show here.

Above: Mini-me

I knew I wanted the eyes to be paper cut-outs stuck on with tape. This idea definitely wasn't popular with my tutors but I did it anyway cause I'm stupid. To further evidence that "im stupid" claim, I left actually designing the eyes until the day of. Getting the proportions right was tough, ideally I wanted the typical setup of one eye's space in between the two, but on a tall, narrow canvas that was easier said than done. Still I lucked out and I'm happy with the final result.

Above: Glamour shots

The next was shooting the mini-me in front of a green screen to make for easier compositing. We were rushed through as they were falling behind schedule so the mouth parts were shot separately and comped in digitally which suited me better than trying to get right in-camera. That being said...

Above: Less glamorous shots...

...I redid the whole photo shoot. Basically my brain was in low-power mode during the first shoot and when I looked back through the shots I didn't like the angle I took them from. I designed the mini-me with the intent of it being seen from more of a high angle perspective to show off the form. He looks flat and boring from a straight head-on perspective. You can see looking at the pics but it was an impromptu photo shoot on the table outside the ceramics room, which was covered in brown paper for some reason. Looking back, it's good luck I didn't make him out of brown clay.

Above: Yassified

Anyway with the mini-me turnaround complete, I comped it all in After Effects and animated the mouth in sync with the audio. Overall it was definitely a learning process. I tried a lot of new things, I just don't think all of them worked well. I think more than anything I just could've composed a better shot than I did. Ah well.

[veryflirtytransportalate]

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"I'm calling it right here. This world can officially bite my ass." - Sizz'el the Lone Survivor, a nickname she did not get to pick

Throwback to a punch-up I got into a little while ago - you can tell because I hadn't yet trusted a random settler at Starlight Drive-In to laser the tattoo off my eye yet. I loved that tattoo, glad it's gone. You can't imagine how much easier my self image cultivation has become since building all those little towns in the Commonwealth! Preston thinks we're a civil defense oriented militia, meanwhile I had to send back the first test print of t-shirts for "Sexy Sizz'el's Pure Water & Mutfruit Emporium". Every so often they have a chore for me, but when that isn't the case and my knuckles need dusting, I don't usually have to wait long.

On this particular day I'd bopped down to Concord to go shoot some photos at the old museum when what do I spy with my little eyes but a whole bunch of guys just waiting to die. So, I changed into the Silver Shroud outfit I've been lugging around and did a couple kinds of shooting. I don't understand why raiders attack on site - I've mowed down hundreds of them by now. Who's doing their intel? I know they hang out as raider groups but how?! Even when I look just like them I get a laser hello. I look better in this fit though, which is good, because I have tried to throw it away like two dozen times. Piper insists I don't throw out this old nasty costume. I literally can't even fit my head in the hat, but she insists, "It's priceless, it's an heirloom, there's a radio show about it," which, that show is... not good. I literally can't put it down. Someone help me.

The museum is apparently some kind of hotspot, but ever since I took the power armor (shout out to my Atom Cats, meow you wild sons of kittens) and the minigun it's like... for what? Tacky outfits and rotten wood? But, what do I know. I'm just the single most brilliant business woman and devastating bombshell this wasteland has seen since... I'd... like to... rephrase, that last thought.

(Outfit credits, my thoughts, and a few more shots below the cut.)

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I'm pretty sure Sizz'el is wearing crimsomrider's 1950's Feminine Outfits (opens in new tab), Silver Shroud with stockings. The large caliber rifle is the Modular Simonov PTRS-41 by kazumamqi (opens in new tab), and the laser on the bottom is the CROSS_BreakActionLaser by Niero (opens in new tab). Phew, that was a lot of 'um this time, jeez.

I wander into Concord from time to time, whenever I want to just relax and kick back with the combat side of the game. A couple of Brotherhood of Steel dudes plopped in at the end and cleaned up, which was fine, I guess. We're not hostile with each other... I wanna say "yet", but, to be decided.

I like the feeling of combat in Fallout 4, but as you can imagine, I've made a number of major modifications. First, which I've shared before, I've completely rebalanced damage (and have to continuously to make it stay balanced): I, the player, deal a 3x more damage than normal. Everyone else deals 5x more. I love the feeling of games like S.T.A.L.K.E.R. and Far Cry 2 (with that one mod) - when the time between seeing someone and being dead is a breath.

With that in place, I also made two major mechanical changes: first and less impactful is the removal of an AP cost to sprinting, thanks to Unlimited Sprint by TroyIrving (opens in new tab). Sprinting is already an inherent tactical decision, costing precious time, and removing your ability to reload or fire. When the game was slower and more about draining health pools, it made sense to limit this to a gauge... maaaaybe? I think AP draining sprinting is a funking dumb choice in basically any version of this game, but, I'm not a professional game developer so, what do I know.

Second, and this is the big one... bullet time. I use V.A.F.S. Redux by Itzal713 (opens in new tab). I love bullet time. I love it so much. Stranglehold is actually a childhood favorite of mine. I think it's so cool to dip and dodge and do cool stuff like jump over a table and then fire on someone, and it also makes taking pictures in the middle of a fire fight way easier. It's not balanced. It's just fun.

So it's easy to die, bullet time, added some big weapons... I never thought of it before but I've kind of turned Fallout 4 into F.E.A.R. 1. And everybody loves the combat in that game, so... win for me. I rule. Go me.

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[rainbowsky]

Hello there, I’m a new turtle and I want to ask if it’s always this quiet whenever GG is filming a drama, I mean in terms of his other activities (going to events, shows etc.)? I guess I was hoping to catch him in a live event or something. I read that in the previous years he attended one of the new year’s eve celebrations but not 2022’s. Hope to see him perform live soon. I love when he sings.

Enjoy reading your blog, thank you.

Hi new turtle! 💛🐢💛

Thanks for your kind words, I'm glad you're enjoying my blog! 😊

I understand your feeling. I've been missing him too. I know a lot of people are. Often with both GG and DD it's very 'feast and famine'. We'll go through periods of time where we hardly see them and then suddenly one or the other of them will have a ton of appearances or projects airing. I trust this will happen with GG.

I do miss seeing him perform live, I miss his healing voice. I miss the appearances and photo sets. I miss seeing him on the red carpet. I miss, I CRY, I DIE, not hearing his voice or seeing him sing.

It's definitely not 'normal', how little we've seen of him in those contexts lately. I can't help but feel the elephant in the room is growing bigger each day. There are a lot of theories why he's been so scarce, but ultimately no one knows for sure.

I think the fact that he has recorded material that hasn't been aired (I'm thinking of the leaked festival gala recording here), implies that he is at least being invited and intends to make those kinds of appearances, but for some reason it doesn't reach the final product.

If he's being invited, if he's accepting, if he's recording the material and it doesn't end up airing, there aren't many areas left where that could be breaking down. It's unlikely he would change his mind about appearing and ask for his performance to be pulled from final airing. It seems unlikely production would not want to air something they've already fully recorded and edited.

That leaves censorship and official approval, which to me seems the most likely area where this is breaking down. It's a big part of why I get so pissed off about bad fan behavior. Officials have made it clear that they will hold stars accountable for fan behavior, so it's critically important that fans behave well.

He's obviously not banned or cancelled, but there's plenty of grey area where he could be falling through the cracks - where his ability to do certain things or appear at certain events could be curtailed. He could have been made aware - or have decided for himself - that he must lie low given the climate he's in.

Ultimately we really don't know why GG isn't appearing at galas and events like he used to, but I don't buy that it's because he no longer wants to sing or perform live, or that he's 'focusing on acting' or whatever the line is people keep giving. I get that he might want to pull away from the idol thing a bit, but that wouldn't prevent him from doing the kind of performances he's given in the past.

He loves singing, he does it everywhere he goes. He does it in the car, he does it during his downtime between scenes or at photo shoots, etc. etc. He loves the stage. He performed songs in college before he ever entered the industry. It's his first love. So (AFAIAC) of course he wants to give us more of that.

I trust that we will see him perform again, but who knows how long we will have to wait? In the meantime I will just patiently trust that he's doing what's best for his career, and I will enjoy what he does bring us. And I will continue to have faith that he will bring us more when the time is right for him.

As a new turtle you might also find my masterlist post helpful.

[alarrytale]

No one has seen that dog at all all that time she’s been in London and now all of a sudden Harry and brad are out with them and 2 days later we get pics at soho farmhouse with that same dog?? And why is Harry walking it again and not her? Funny how some PR person saw him in a pub in London on Sunday around 4pm so they just drove up to that farmhouse for a photo shoot and then he came right back to London. They’re so predictable and pathetic and now again use Deuxmoi instead of pap pics

More dog asks and Hussell shenanigans under the cut.

I really do think Harry and Taylor will hard launch this.

Sadly we Larries were wrong and it is Taylor's dog. The UAs have a new pic of Harry & Taylor walking it on their own.

1. Tay was at vogue office met the editor. Days later, her and Harry were with the vogue designer and Harry lambert. For a vogue photoshoot. Her meeting the editor already means they did an interview with her.

2. Harry with JW Anderson again. Deuxmoi confirms they had lunch earlier last week. Which confirms he’s most likely will team up with Loewe He’s probably going to Paris fashion week.

My theory he will attend the Loewe fashion week at Paris with Taylor. Which will hard launch their relationship. And that will be the perfect timing cause Vogue October issue will release around then.

Again, I don’t think they have a joint photoshoot together. But I do think she’ll talk about their relationship for the interview.

No one is buying his stunts anymore. After the Holivia disaster, everyone called out his playbook. And no one believes his relationships are real anymore. So, what do u do to convince fans and the gp? You hard launch the relationship. Ppl well believe it more cause Harry has never done that before.

Hi, everyone!

We were talking cats just days ago, and now dogs? What in the world...

I don't know if's her dog or not, but we are probably supposed to believe that it's hers and the effect is the same either way. Of course deuxmoi is involved. I'm totally surprised *sarcasm*.

I don't know if they will do a 'hard launch' as you call it. They might, but I don't care. It's a stunt. I've been here too long and seen too much to be convinced otherwise. So we just got to endure it as long as it lasts. I also can't answer asks everyday about what shenanigans hussell are up to or speculate on what their next move will be. I simply do not care, why would i, and want nothing to do with it. Everytime someone types her name it's registered as engagement by their teams statistics nerds, and she earns money and gets more opportunities from it. I'm not contributing to that, and neither should you if you can help it. I get that there is not much else going on in the fandom right now, and this is a hot topic, but please refrain from sending me hussell asks. I'd rather talk about anything else and i'm happy to answer asks on any other h or l topics.

[absentcaryatid]

The fact you remember where I'm from and that is spring here is quite cute ^^ I've been seeing so much about fall on social media, but my vibes are different right now, I'm on flower and pretty colors vibes 🌸💐 I hope you reunite with your Sweet Bill soon, you sound so lovely together!!

And about the video, I wish it was me and Seonghwa 🥺 it would be adorable! This Wednesday is national holiday in Brazil, so, as I don't have work or uni, I'm thinking on finally watching Star Wars. What do you think? If you know a lot about the franchise, could you point me to the right direction, please? :D

Ooh, Star Wars advice. That is going to vary from fan to fan. More often than anything useful you are going to get a ramble from the person about what works for them and the place the movies found them in their life. But hey, it is my page so I can ramble. It is a deep world with lots of television shows and books too, but my knowledge is limited to the movies, and I haven't even seen all of them yet. I like the well known characters R2-D2 and C-3PO from my childhood and the more recent BB-8.

The short answer is if you just want to try one to see if you might like more the original 1977 movie that started the franchise. It is a fun adventure called Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope. Alternately, the 2015 Star Wars: Episode VII - The Force Awakens is another good one if you want a more modern looking movie.

PC Magazine has a nice roundup of the movies and several suggested orders to see them. It is also fine to just watch one and decide trying once was enough Star Wars in your life. Alternately, the recent streaming shows like The Mandalorian might be more interesting than the movies so there are many ways to sample Star Wars. That's on my viewing list one day since I love the character people were calling Baby Yoda until he got a name in the story.

Two other things that may be of interest upfront, you might enjoy the adult reader insert stories of Tenelkadjowrites about Star Wars. (She is really the one to ask about Star Wars, even her username is from the wider Star Wars world!) I already liked her Seonghwa writing so seeing more work in a different fandom was fun too.

Also, my love of K-pop costuming has me smiling when I see somebody dressed in clothes that could pass for something from Star Wars. Yoongi from BTS had a photo shoot where he could have stepped off the set of the 1977 movie and Seonghwa of course keeps making me think Star Wars with his flowing outfits and swords.

On to the more personal answer with pictures (including my underwear!) and a video of the worst entry in the franchise but one of my favorites anyway!

A little too young for the first movie, I did have some of the action figures growing up and loved playing Star Wars with my friends. I was the right age to appreciate one of the most hated elements of Star Wars- the sort-of-cute teddy bearish Ewoks from the 1983 movie Return of the Jedi. I even bought Ewok Underoos recently but can only show the package I saved because I did not follow the no-heat in the dryer instructions and the iron-on design peeled right off my shirt.

I love BB-8 the most and have a lot of stuff with that character including a pillow, backpack, and plate.

So, I like the cute stuff and my love of Star Wars is shown in stuffed animals too. Here are Max Rebo, C-3PO, R2-D2, and a jawa hanging out at the end of the hallway at my house.

And I like the designs of the storm trooper costumes too so have one of those toys in my room along with a second BB-8 backpack and a matching luggage out of shot.

And last, the worst entry in the Star Wars World- the children’s Ewok movie The Battle For Endor. I was eleven when it came out and liked it. Now I can look at the trailer below and see the fern filled redwood forests I am familiar with now that I live in the San Francisco bay area. Bill says we even have some of those fern types in the backyard but he is insistent it is not because he likes Ewoks.

So my final answer is there are many ways to enjoy Star Wars including just the toys or taking one look and realizing it might not be your thing and all are perfectly reasonable ways to feel about the franchise. If you like it, there is always more to see, but it is okay if it is just a movie to you. For me it is mostly the show where some favorite characters came from.

[blakeivy80]

When The Past Catch You Up - A Ray Merrimen Fanfiction - PART 1

Bonjouuuur !

This is my first post on Tumblr, it's June 2024, and my current obsession is him ! Pablo Schreiber, the interpreter of, among others, Ray Merrimen, John 117, PornStache Mendez, Mad Sweeney etc...

I wanted to write a "short" fanfic about this character, so I started posting it on Wattpad, but I feel like it's getting lost in the depths of the site lol so, I try it here! ;)

Be indulgent, I'm learning to use the platform, and english is not my birth language ;)

Warning - If you haven't watched the movie yet, well..... first let me tell you, you really should watch it ! lol Then, carefull, this fanfic contains spoilers !! It also contains cursing words.

Intro

Ray and his gang had just stolen the conveyor's truck....and killed some cops at the same time. They were therefore in the sights of the Sheriff and his men, although they did not yet know who had staged this attack.

1.

That's it, I'm taking my job in L.A., after a transfer, to work with the Sheriff, in the major crimes squad. I am 37 years old, I have been a cop for 5 years, with an exemplary career, dozens of cases resolved quickly and almost without damage, a stint in the criminal section and effective collaboration with the FBI on a national case. I built a good reputation in New York and was able to create the necessary contacts. What brought me there, we'll talk about it later, my past, my story, few people know the truth. Except that today, everything is about to resurface, and I still have no idea.

2.

I arrive at the Sheriff's office, to meet my "new team". Only guys, how odd. I've been warned, Major Crimes is not for girls...As if I hadn't seen real bad things in NY.

-Hello, you must be Nick O’Brien? Blake Thompson, your new teammate

-Yes, the New York lady cop! Come on, I’ll introduce you to the team!….

It's starting well, I can already sense the prejudices. That done, I'm put straight into the bath. I have a feeling that the guys don't really like it when a girl comes to be part of the gang, but.....they're going to have to get used to it, I knew how to work together to get there, and I will neither let go nor crash.

-So why did these guys rob and steal an empty van?! How does that advance them?

I let them have their little debate, I have my idea, but I want to see how they work, who are the brains, and who are the big guns? Or even both at the same time?

-Who could have done that?asks Nick, it doesn't look like a little local gang, they attacked right next to LAX, they knew there would be no air cover, there's work behind it, even to know that the van would be there .

-How about Merimen?» - at the mention of this name, my heart races.

What did he say??Merimen? Gus sends the file to Nick, I watch from afar, but I want to know more, to be sure they are talking about him. Him !

" Who is it ? I ask

-Here’s what we have on him – Nick said to me, handing me the file. I try to appear as calm and natural as possible... But when I open the file, my head starts to spin when I come across the photo. Him. Ray. The last 20 years of my life are staring me in the face...Fuck!!Damn keep calm!!

-He got out of prison 8 months ago, that could fit, Gus said.

Ray...What were the chances??? after all these years here! Ok, we're only a few dozen miles from where I last saw him, but, holy shit! I had left everything behind, and now it comes back to me like a boomerang. I can't stop staring at his photo...damn, those eyes...that I've lost myself in so many times. These lips, which made me shiver even in the highest temperatures. I must not lose my way and stay calm, one wrong step and I'll screw everything up.

I hear them speculating, but I think I already know what you have in mind Ray, or at least part of it. Because I know you too well, I know how you think. You are a chess player, always 5 moves ahead. Your van will be used to infiltrate an official building. But which one? Why did you have to shoot all those cops? Damn it !! I'm not going to be able to stay away from this, I'm going to have to get involved, in a way that my job absolutely doesn't allow! I'm looking a little further into the file, the contacts, the connections.... I'm gonna have to find you before them Ray!!

3.

I may be new to LA, but I know how it works, who to contact and how to grease the paws of those who open their mouth easily. It didn't take me long to find your spot and that of your robber friends. Head to the bar. When I arrive, I check with the bartender to make sure he knows you and that you haven't stopped by yet today. You didn't and I have plenty of time! In the meantime, I'm digging through the office app to see what else we have, military background, family, status.....Married at 22.....wife: Laura Tomlison, no photo, visual unknown. I smile. I remember that day, the most beautiful day of my life, before the hell that would follow a few years later.

That's when I hear a group of people coming through the door, and I recognize this voice...his voice. A deep voice, and that laugh. My heart starts beating 100 miles an hour, and the laughter suddenly stops. He saw me I think, but must be wondering if it's me, or just a resemblance. I hear footsteps approaching, I blink slowly before turning my head... My God ! I feel myself wavering at the sight of him.

-Hey Ray! I manage to articulate, with a slight smile

-Hi Laura.... Almost impassive face, I can sense that I'm disturbing him though. After 8 years, no news, nothing surprising. What are you doing here ? - He comes and sits on the high chair next to me. This proximity makes me nervous. He is even more handsome than I remember, he has cut his hair quite short, like when he was in the army, a thin beard and mustache frame his face, and his tank top reveals a tattoo that I didn't remember. not. The sleeves of his checkered shirt are taut, indicating well-developed muscles. He was already to die for, but now... I have to concentrate!!

-You're not gonna like my answer, I tell him, opening the tail of my jacket to show him the cop badge on my belt. He looks me straight in the eyes, unable to believe it. I can see it's boiling inside him.

-What ??? what is this bullshit, are you a cop now???

I have to keep calm. It's a long story, and I don't have time to talk about it.

-Ray, I think you can guess why I'm here now huh?

-What are you talking about ? He said to me, regaining a falsely detached air, and taking a sip from the glass that the waiter had just placed for him.

-Ray, you killed cops, dammit! But what happened?? You are in the sights of the Major Crimes squad. These guys aren't just cops. If they bite you, they won’t let go! They don't know yet what you're planning – I say, looking at his group of friends in the distance, who seem to be wondering about me. But I know you well, that van wasn't a mistake. You're planning big, am I wrong? - he slowly turns towards me.

-What do you think ? That all it takes is for you to show up like that for the last 8 years to fade away and for me to share everything with you? You're a cop!! - he pauses and says calmly - You and I are mortal enemies now. - staring straight into my eyes.

-Stop everything while you still can, get out of it, it's too dangerous with these guys having their sights on you.

Enters Enson, who recognizes me

– I wasn’t sure it was you, how are you, darling? He gives me a hug.

-She’s a cop – Ray told him quietly.

-What ? - he thinks it's a joke.

-Get him out of trouble Ens! It's not too late ! - I said to him, smiling gently. And I leave, observing the small group who have gathered around a pool table and who are staring at me.

4.

The Crime cops are in full swing, they have had prior information. But how ?

- What did Fraulein say?

- That there would be action on Friday, replies Nick. He supposedly doesn't know where.

- Who is Fraulein? I ask

- An informant, Nick answers me briefly. It's weird, he doesn't seem to want to tell me too much.

- Hey, we work together, it would be nice to keep me up to date!

- You may have made a splash in New York, enough to impress and end up here faster than any cop I know, but you're going to have to prove yourself princess! Work hard and we'll see!

Ok, nice, that sets the tone. He wants to play it like that, let's go dude, you don't know what I'm capable of! They don't trust me yet, and at the same time, they are right...They brought the wolf into the fold without knowing it.

- ok, very good boss. So what do we do now?

- You go through the files, we have a little visit to make, he told me, smiling.

If he thinks I'm going to stay here and play assistant. I wait until they all leave, I grab the keys to the service car and follow them from a distance.

All this leads me to a clothing store. Is the seller their informant? Nah wait a minute, I saw that one at the bar, and he was on the board, Donnie Wilson! Does Ray know? Does he give controlled information? Holy shit! I need to be able to contact Ray again, tell him what's going on.

5.

Day's over, despite the hot shower I just took, I have trouble relaxing. All this won't stop running through my head. If I try to talk to Ray, will he want to listen to me? Ray.... Ray..... oh my god, it's hard not to think of him without bringing up our private moments, this part of my life which only belongs to him and me, and for nothing in the world I want to forget.

We met when I was 17, he was 19. It took him a year to decide to flirt with me. I was the friend's little sister, so private property. Ugh! I only had eyes for him and his 6'5” height. He was a football player, I went to almost every match and flirted openly with other players, to test him a little. But I could see that it irritated him. “I can’t have you, but others won’t have you either,” is what his looks implied. He wasn't as big as he is today, but his size impressed the others. And indeed, he was right, no one else got me, they were afraid of him, and anyway, I wouldn't have let anyone other than him touch me. I knew it at first sight.

Our beginnings were brief, but passionate. He told me that he belonged to me, and that I belonged to him, if I wanted. He was my “one and only”. We had a hard time doing without each other, and our first time together was an absolutely romantic moment. A candlelit dinner on a beach in Ventura, he had everything planned. We were clumsy but passionate, we had a long wait for dessert because we couldn't wait any longer! Discovering his body, his hands and his lips on my skin, in places he had not yet explored. The idea I had of sex was far from what I felt that evening with him, and from all the other times for that matter. He could be gentle, bestial and passionate at the same time. That's what I loved about him, this balance that blended so well with who I was. We were a perfect match, in bed and in everyday life.

And then there was this day, when he was strongly recommended, after being caught by cops for some trouble, to join the army. Damn, someone wanted to take him away from me

-Promise me, he said, that when I come back you will marry me!

-Yes Ray! I answered him with my heart beating, my eyes staring into his. I love you !

-I love you Laura.

And there it was, just like that he was gone. Two years. With a few permits here and there. I missed him every day, viscerally. As if a piece of me had been ripped away. When we saw each other, we spent those days in bed, making love, touching each other, caressing each other, cuddling each other, all day long, as long as we were never separated. But each time, the aftermath was too hard. And I saw him change little by little, hardening. He didn't tell me what he saw or did there. And I didn't question him, I knew that if he didn't tell me about it himself, there was no point in asking, he preferred to leave it aside for the time when it was just the two of us. I was so afraid of losing him, I even considered enlisting and trying to get into his battalion. I knew what he would say to that, he was always very protective of me, even if he knew that I was a tough cookie and that, at 5'7” tall, nobody should come bothering me.

When he finally came back for good, he had changed. Still the sweet guy I was crazy about, but at the same time very different, angrier and tougher. But, I loved him, and so did he, and as promised to each other, we got married. A small, intimate wedding, my parents and my brother were no longer there, neither were his, with little means, we weren't rolling in gold.

This wasn't the case before the army, but now I felt it was weighing on him. Because he wanted to offer me a good life, and despite the services rendered to his country, he felt disdained.

-Sweetie, what I want for you is the best! I want to be able to please you every day, that we don't count on expenses, we can afford a beautiful house in a chic neighborhood, and that our children can grow up in peace, going to the best possible schools. That we have money and choices!

-Ray, I don't need all this. I want you !! I know it's corny, but that's how I feel. Yes, obviously more money would make things easier, but as long as we're together, that's all that matters to me! And so you were talking about kids huh? Hmmm, how does that happen, tell me? I'm not too sure... wouldn't you like to show me? I said to him with a naughty little smile as I started to unbutton his jeans.

-Laura.....- he looks at me with these tender eyes, which make me say that he wants me, but that he is preoccupied. I need to talk to you about something. Ouch, that doesn’t smell good! I don't like it when he looks like that, it doesn't bode well. Remember Enson, my army buddy? he was at our wedding.

-Yes I see....

-He has a plan...

And that's when the problems begin... Several “little” heists, and each time the stress of things going wrong, of not seeing him come back, of the cops coming to knock on our door... I tried to dissuade him from continuing, that it was enough, that castle life wasn't for us, but every time, he did it again. Until this day. I felt him even more tense than usual and his team wasn't calm either.

-You should tell her now, Enson advises, nodding at me. An exchange of glances between the two of them...

-What is he talking about, Ray? My tension goes up a notch. What is happening that suddenly he should inform me, when usually he would keep me away to protect me.

-Come here, sweetie. I don't like it, he's going to really put himself in danger this time I'm sure.

-Look, tonight's heist is different from the other times. It's a little riskier usually. But it’s big! It’s really heavy! This will allow us all to see things coming for years to come.

-What do you mean riskier? What do you mean ? Are you in danger of getting caught or killed?

-Have you heard of Carmine Dantego? My blood is racing –

-Of course I know who it is! One of the biggest godfathers in L.A! We can no longer count the number of guys who wanted to take his things and who ended up in the cemetery, as well as their family, their friends, and etc.... Don't tell me it's his that you are going to have it tonight??? - I'm getting out of control.

-Honey, we have to do this! Yes it's riskier, but we are well trained, we have reliable informations and this will be our last move! After that we will be at peace! -It took me a few seconds to compose myself and stop myself from screaming in front of everyone.

-I didn't know you pictured me as a widow at 29 Ray! Damn, that's not true!!You're sick! No way you're going to do that! Find someone else, I say, addressing the group.

-Laura! Listen to me please. This is the last time, after that I pull away and...

-Yeah, if there’s an after!! No Ray, it's your lives that are at stake here.

-We'll make it. But before that, I need you to listen to me carefully.- I am furious and have difficulty calming down, he grabs me by the waist and holds me against him tenderly. I feel so good in his arms, I don't want him to let go of me, or leave me, I don't want to lose him, I just...just want to stay like that.

-Laura listen to me baby, he says more quietly, knowing that it will calm me down. It will go well, but......if anything goes wrong...- I struggle hard, but he blocks me -

-shhhhhh listen to me, it's very important. As soon as it's over, I'll send you a message. But if I don't, if by 11.00 p.m. you haven't heard from me, you pack your bags and disappear! - I look at him, stunned, taken aback.

-You get as far away from here as possible. In the cache, under the bed, there is money in a bag, enough to last several weeks and pay for new ID papers. There's also the name of a guy I know, in Reno, he's a huge computer geek. He will do whatever it takes to get the papers and create a new identity for you from A to Z. You will disappear from the system and no one will ever be able to find you, not even him. The guys did the same with their families. It's just security. You leave, and you don't look back!

-But..

-Nah babe, promise me you'll do what I tell you! I need this to focus on our work, I don't want to have to worry about you. - he still holds me tight in his arms, his face a few centimeters from mine, I just want to kiss him and make everything disappear.

-Ray....- I said with tears in my eyes, you're asking too much of me. If anything happened to you, I wouldn't make it, not without you. - my voice breaks, my world wavers, I fear the worst.

-Promise me....., he said to me, placing a soft kiss on my lips.

-Yes, - I finally whispered. -I felt out of my body, in another reality. And with that, they left the apartment, fully charged, with their jackets bulletproof. And I stand there, still and silent, as Ray blows me one last kiss before walking out the door. That was the last time I saw him, until last week. Him, the man of my life, who broke my heart and rocked my world by getting caught. I had to flee, give up everything and especially him for this, for this never-ending thirst for money. Our future together, the children we wanted to have, all that had vanished, when after 11:00 p.m., I still hadn't heard anything. And that's how I found myself in Reno, with a hastily packed suitcase, a bag stuffed with money and the contact details of a guy who was supposed to help me. In the space of a few days my life had turned upside down and then disappeared.

Goodbye Laura Tomlinson, hello Blake Thompson. Blake... I always liked this name, I thought it had character. I had to create a story, a past, be coherent, learn it by heart, remember what Rhodes, the little computer genius, had told me, above all not make a mistake, work on my Californian accent to Texan, in short, erase the hard drive and start again..... Start again without him... Him, and all our years together, no, I couldn't forget that. Sometimes I dreamed at night that he found me and said “don’t worry, everything is ok, we’re going back together sweetie. I’ll cut out the bullshit and it’s just you and me, like we said,” but in the morning, each time, my eyes filled with tears realizing it was just a dream. In 8 years, no one could take this place in my heart, and my soul, it would always belong to him, and we didn't know what life could hold...... the proof. Get him back on my path, now! Now that I was a cop!! There had to be a reason.....

[paleparearchive]

My World Through the Lens

Mucha's Adult Time 3★ story (2/2) ( 1 - 2 )

Location: park (morning) ; beach (afternoon) | Characters: Mucha, Aoi/MC

Aoi: You meant to take pictures of the sky, but… In this way, there are many different kinds of skies.

Mucha: Yes, the wide open sky of the park where we were before and the narrow sky seen between the buildings in the city. Even at the same time of day and in the same weather, they look completely different.

Aoi: It's true... I had never really been aware of it before.

Mucha: I have noticed it since I started taking pictures. I do not think it is that unusual.

Aoi: However, now that I've discovered the joys of the sky, I'm looking forward to looking up next time.

Mucha: This kind of new discovery is one of the charms of cameras.

Okay then, let us move on.

Aoi: Everywhere we go is fresh and very enjoyable. But where are we going next?

Mucha: Fufu, that is something you can look forward to when we get there.

—

Aoi: The sunset is beautiful… It's already this late.

Mucha: Yes, I am glad we made it in time. I wanted to photograph this orange-tinted sea.

Aoi: I see, if you think about it, dusk is a very short time, so the time to take pictures is limited.

... What's that? Is there something shining at the edge of the waves?

Mucha: Indeed... I am kind of curious.

Aoi: I'll go check it out! Since you're here, Mucha-san, please take pictures of the sunset!

Mucha: Yes, thank you very much. Please be careful not to get hurt.

Aoi: Okaay!

... Wow, such a beautiful shell. The shiny thing was this. It's also a commemoration of our meeting… I think I'll hang it in my room.

—

Aoi: Sorry for the wait!

Mucha: Welcome back. How was the shiny object?

Aoi: Actually... This shell was the true source of the glow!

Mucha: I see... You mean that the light was reflected, right?

Aoi: Up close, the orange of the sea combined with the light from the shell was wonderful.

Mucha: Fufu, congratulations. That's right… If you want, would you take a picture of it with the camera?

Aoi: Huh!? Can I!?

Mucha: It is fine for me. Here, focus on the subject… And release the shutter here.

Is it okay if you only take a picture of the shell?

Aoi: Uhm… That's not what I'm shooting for! … Hey!

*snap!*

Mucha: Huh…?

Aoi: Alright! I think I got a shot of Mucha-san with a surprised look on his face!

Mucha: Are you sure it was okay with me in it…?

Aoi: Yes! Actually, I had wanted to photograph you since the first flower garden, Mucha-san.

I felt that you were more expressive than usual with your camera… I thought even your expression was a moment of beauty!

Mucha: I see… So you think the same.

Aoi: The same?

Mucha: No, it is nothing. Shall we go home now?

Aoi: I see... I'm kind of sorry. I was excited like a child…

Mucha: No no, I think it is very nice.

Aoi: Still, this was the first time I had ever spent time like this. I was interested in a lot of things. Maybe that's why time seemed to flow so slowly.

Mucha: That may indeed be true. It is also a way for adults to enjoy a calm and relaxing time.

Come on, let us go before it gets too late.

Aoi: Yeah!

—

Mucha: Thank you very much for your time today, miss deputy director.

Aoi: Huh, I didn't do anything, did I? I'd rather think that I was the one who interfered.

Mucha: No, I think that you did a very good job at taking pictures.

Aoi: Huh… What did you say–

Mucha: Fufu, it is nothing.

Yes, I will develop the photos I took today and show them to you later.

Aoi: Aaah, I'm looking forward to it!

Mucha: (Indeed, a good view is a nice subject for a good scenery. I had a really great day. Once again, thank you, miss deputy director.)

[tibbohonestwithyou]

Fraud

I popped down to the Causeway today to grab a snap of the Drove. I've been waiting for a break in the turgid weather we've been having to try and get out and test the new camera, and today happened to present the opportunity.

With all the rain of late the Drove has been close to overflowing, really the highest I've ever seen the water level (or at least noticed, anyway). I figured there would be a pretty reasonable composition down here with the, now fixed, focal length of 40mm.

I was wrong. It transpires there isn't really any focus to the image, it's a bit of a nothing shot, but I took it anyway as I still needed to test out the editing software I've opted to run with for now.

Over the last fifteen odd years I've learned an awful lot in Photoshop, especially for the purpose of photo editing. I've always tried to edit my photos with the intention of subtly enhancing what is already there, not pushing things. A tweak of saturation here, a smattering of contrast there, some gentle nudging around the Curves and Levels settings, the removal of distractions in the image with the aid of the clone and spot healing brushes, that sort of thing.

I've watched Photoshop advance in leaps and bounds from CS3 all the way up to the new cloud based system, which I unsubscribed from after selling all my Canon gear. This time round, however, I thought I'd grab something cheaper and less involved for my latest return to photography. I wanted something that I wouldn't end up spending too long fussing over, something that would let me make the fundamental tweaks, something akin to the apps I've been used to on my phone (Snapseed and the stock Android editing thingy, mainly).

I found something, but I'm not going to tell you what it is just yet.

The problem I've stumbled across today though is I think photo editing software has perhaps advanced a little too much now. It has certainly made some of the more advanced editing techniques very, very easy, and I don't think that's a good thing.

To set the scene of this shot; as I walked along the Causeway there were a couple of very large flocks of birds, a good eighty to one hundred birds in each, both twisting around in the sky right where I wanted to shoot. I couldn't believe my luck! When I actually arrived at the right spot to compose they'd all flown away, which was a bit rubbish. I decided to wait it out and see if they returned. During the wait a huge Heron turned up, accompanied by three very young Herons. I had a limited amount of time to spare, and during that time the large flocks never returned and the Herons never took flight again. I popped off a few frames whilst waiting but decided to give up as the light was changing and without the birds in the right place there was nothing that would make this a great image. I left.

I dumped the RAW into the new software to see if I'd enjoy the workflow or if I should revert back to Photoshop and Lightroom. I fiddled with the basic settings, all of which were straightforward and yielded the right results. Then I found some settings that made light work of serious enhancements. I tried one out. It worked too well.

Personally I don't think there is a bridge over the gap between image enhancement and image manipulation. The latter, to me at least, feels like it becomes a piece of digital artwork, not a true representation of what the camera saw. A photo captures that moment in time, it's a visual record of the scene/person/event etc. Shooting in RAW and then pulling back the exposure, colours and contrast is nothing new, it was a darkroom process before it was digital, and if done properly just serves to enhance that photo. Manipulation is something else entirely.

There is a fundamental aspect of this picture that wasn't how it looked through the lens, and it makes me feel like the whole image has been cheated, it's a fraud.

I've punched the colours and tones a bit, and I've done a couple of little tidy-ups, removed a plastic bottle that was floating in the water, and cropped slightly to 4:5 ratio. But with just one click (then some subsequent fine adjustments) something significant changed.

It's potentially put me off the software, but I'll persevere for a while to give it a fair test with lots of different images. I don't intend on using these manipulation tools anyway, I'm only really here for the basic bits and pieces.

Can you work out the edit? What are your thoughts on manipulation? Do you like the final image or do you agree it's a bit of a nothing? All of this stuff is subjective anyway.

Sound off in the comments (or in the Facebook comments if that's why you're here).

As an aside, if you were so inclined to zoom in just to the right of the darkest ripples in the water, you'd see the Heron and it's young, but I don't know what Tumblr compression is like, so they might be a bit blockier here than in the original.

1/200s - ISO 320 - f/16

[moonydustx]

Lazy Saturday Night

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Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!Reader

Summary: After you've had a stressful day, missed an important event and been a little jealous, Pedro decides he can help you deal with stress.

Warnings: Language, explicit sex content, smut (oral, f! receiving) daddy kink, P in a V with no protection (wrap it before you tap it), a little breeding kink, a little bit fluff. Sorry if i forget some warning.

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: It's the first 18+ thing I've posted here so I'm feeling nervous hahah Thinking of turning this into a series with every day of the week. What do you think?

This is a +18 work. Read for your own risk.

•••

You couldn't be more frustrated.

The computer screen was already shuffling the words in front of you and with each new line you read, it made you even more stressed. You had plans for that Saturday and they sure as hell didn't include staying at home.

The open tab in your browser didn't help to contain your sadness either. As a huge Star Wars fan, of course you wanted to be there for Star Wars Celebration, as the girlfriend of one of the top stars, you felt guilty for not being there. However, you were being forced to follow along online.

You had the invitation, you even had the dress, but because of the irresponsibility of others, more specifically a colleague in college, you needed to do your part and his part in a project.

You could have left and gone anyway, but you decided to follow Pedro's advice. “You took so long to go after this dream of yours, it won't be an event that will make me love you less”. And of course, any promotional or collectible item he won would be yours.

At least one thing made you happy: Pedro's joy. With every question he was asked during the panel, every time he was cheered, you could feel his happiness through the screen. His eyes getting smaller because of the big smile he had. He was perfect.

A lot of people still wondered how it worked, you were two totally different universes. You met almost by chance. A friend asked for your help in a photo shoot she was going to do with him and from there, you never stopped talking. It started with a few likes on Instagram, then conversations and by the time you realized it, you were already tied to it.

You decided to put work aside for a while, paying attention to one of the interviews that Pedro was giving. The ensemble in a light blue tone seemed to have been molded to his body, while the slightly curled hair and glasses he wore caused a certain heat in your body.

This heat was soon replaced by a not-so-good feeling. The interview that Pedro gave went well, too well, until the interviewer called him daddy. Okay, it was a joke that the two of you had already had a good laugh, but the way she looked at him or maybe all your frustration with not being there made you feel uncomfortable. Maybe it was a passing feeling, so he decided to ignore it for now.

The day went by much slower than you expected. Despite having finished your work, you had to deal with some unfriendly messages from your classmate. God, how tired you were.

Deciding to call it a day, you closed your notebook and took a shower. Warm, relaxing and lingering. When you got out of the shower, you grabbed your first pajama piece and were ready to lie down and hold your attention on some silly video when you heard the door open. Upon arriving in the room, you found him patiently closing the door.

Your peace. Your love. Your Pedro.

"I know we agreed to see each other tomorrow, but I couldn't..." Pedro didn't have time to finish explaining himself before you crossed the room and jumped into his arms.

With the impact, Pedro automatically grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist, burying his face in your neck and smelling your woody scent.

“I missed you so much,” he muttered. It's been a little over a week since you've seen each other, for the two of you it felt like decades.

You pulled his face away just enough to kiss him. You even tried to hide it, but when you felt the relief of all the stress of the day, some tears flowed from your eyes, not going unnoticed.

“Hey, what happened?” Pedro quickly stopped kissing you. You just hid again in the crook of his neck, feeling his beard against your neck. “Mi vida, what happened?” he insisted and when he felt denial against his skin, he walked with you on his lap to your room, sitting on the bed.

“I'm sorry” you said as soon as you felt calmer to look him in the eye.

His hands were firmly holding your waist and his brown eyes seemed to capture every detail of you with full attention.

“There's no reason for you to apologize to me,” he said, taking his hand from her waist just to smooth out a few ruffled strands of her hair. “Honey, do you want to talk about it?”

“It was a difficult week, everything went wrong”

“Did you do that pending work?” he asked.

"It did, but I ended up arguing with Tommy" you tried to explain, wiping the few tears that were left from your face. "According to him, I'm a controlling bitch."

“He's a sucker” Pedro limited himself to saying. Tommy was a rather invasive friend and Pedro made a point of making it clear that he didn't like him that much. “I'm sorry you had to have heard that. You know what he said is a lie, right?”

“To be honest, no,” you laughed, almost wistfully. "That job interview I did yesterday didn't work out either."

"I already told you not to worry about it, love."

“I don't want to be a parasite in your life” Pedro immediately denied your statement.

It was a feeling you occasionally had, since you had given up your teaching career and devoted yourself only to studying, Pedro had been helping you more and more, which worried you about how you might be seen.

Before you went on to list all your ruins for the week, you felt your body tingle as one of his hands went down to your bare thigh and his lips went to your neck.

“You're stressed too much, mi diosa” he stole a quick kiss from your lips. “How about we go out to dinner tonight, then have a drink?”

"I don't know. I'm kind of tired and ugly” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady as you felt his beard brush your neck again. "We should enjoy this little Saturday at home, in the biggest laziness."

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen”

"You're saying that to please me" you replied and soon you felt Pedro take your lips to himself. It was a calm kiss at first.

His hands dug into your waist, while his tongue invaded your mouth and made you lose yourself in him. Your fingers tangled in the brown strands of his hair and as a reflex, his fingers threaded through the back of your neck, holding your hair in a tight grip.

“I know you're stressed” Pedro pulled back just enough to breathe, millimeters from your mouth “Let me help you. I can make you feel good.”

“Please love” you murmured. Pedro kissed you again, this time with more intensity.

One of his hands tightened around your waist, while the other went under your blouse and made his cold fingers contrast with your warm skin.

You could feel the heat building between your legs and need relief. His hand only dropped from your waist so he could impatiently tug at the button-down shirt he was wearing, which he didn't bother to let you unbutton. As soon as he threw the piece to some corner of your room, he went back to stealing your lips for himself. It didn't take long for your shirt to take the same path as his shirt.

Just feeling your breasts against his chest was enough to make you gasp. You could feel him hard against your intimacy, which made you start to slowly roll around in his lap.

Knowing your body as if it were part of it, your boyfriend took his hand to your right breast, trapping the small nipple between his fingers. His wet lips descended towards your bust.

Maybe it was the stress, maybe your mind was lost among so many thoughts, that you only realized after you moaned "Daddy please"

When you found yourself, you came out of the trance you were in to look Pedro straight in the eye. There you saw something different, a luster-filled glow.

"Wow, I'm sorry love, I just..." you almost choked on your own words when, without any hesitation, he lowered his hand to your intimacy and pressed your clitoris over the thin shorts that he wore "Pedro, please" .

“Not like that love”

With some difficulty, he pulled the fabric of your panty shorts aside, touching right where you needed it. His fingers moved slowly through your intimacy and a mischievous smile appeared on his lips

"I'm going to fuck your stress out of you, I just need one thing"

“Just say so” you said through a moan, rubbing your body against his hand on your sex.

“I just want to hear you ask me to do it, just like you just did. Can you do that for me, my little one?”

You could have misunderstood what he asked, but feeling him slowly thrusting two fingers into you made it much more difficult to conclude any reasoning.

“Fuck me Daddy, please. I miss you in me so much” You just heard a grunt leave Pedro's lips before he could turn you on the bed and come on top of you.

You tried to get some friction against his hips embedded in your body, but it wasn't enough to calm the heat that was building deep inside you.

Pedro parted his lips from yours just to gain some distance and unceremoniously take off your shorts and panties and shoot.

As if he wanted to provoke you, he remained kneeling in front of you, his hands slowly sliding along the inner part of your thigh, always when they approached where you wanted them, the hands did the opposite way.

"Pedro, I need you" you grumbled and soon you felt a hard slap on the side of your thigh, almost at the level of your ass.

“You can't call me that today.” His tone came out huskier than usual, which only served to make you even more aroused.

“Daddy, I need you, you promised to help me relieve my stress” you used your most sly tone and had to hold back a victorious smile as you saw Pedro take one of his hands off you so he could squeeze his dick, as a way of relief.

“I'm going to taste you, my love, and only after I let you come, then I'm going to fuck you,” he muttered, lowering himself to his intimacy.

First he lightly licked the entire length of your pussy, enough for you to squirm on the bed.

“Keep it wide open for me, can you do that for me baby?”

He sank into your pussy, trapping your clit and distributing licks along the entire length. You wish you could think straight, you wanted to form something cohesive in your mind, but feeling him circle your point with his tongue was almost too much for you.

Realizing you were almost there, Pedro stopped licking and went back to kissing your inner thighs.

“Patience, my angel” he asked as he heard you grumble.

It didn't take long for his tongue to be covering your clit again as he slipped a finger inside you, thrusting slowly. The fact that he was moaning against your pussy didn't help in trying to stay sane. It was when he added another digit on you that you felt your body combust.

“Fuck Daddy, don't stop! Please don't stop” you begged, watching his tongue be replaced by his other hand.

“Come for me, my love. Come and I'll give you what you want” he warned and watched his body combust.

Eyes closed, mouth half-open, hands glued to the sheets. That would always be Pedro's favorite view, to see you lost after he uses you.

When you reopened your eyes, you could see him lick the fingers that were inside you and mutter something along the lines of "Fuckin' delicious". That alone could get you there again.

"Papi, come here" you pulled him gently so that he lay under your body. Your hands went down to his cock, sliding slowly.

"With you calling me that, I don't know if I can last long," he grumbled, kissing and biting her lip.

“Enough to make me come again?” you asked. In response, he shoved it all in at once, eliciting a loud groan from both of you.

“Enough to make you come” he thrust hard, barely giving you time to get used to it. “Enough to fill that little pussy with my cum. Fuck, love” He kept the pace strong.

One of his hands wrapped around your neck, while the other he used to lean on the back of your head. The bed slammed against the wall and you'd probably have complaints from neighbors soon. But it didn't matter, as long as Pedro kept doing it, nothing mattered.

You could already feel your eyes burning and your body contracting with the arrival of a new orgasm, just as Pedro's thrusts no longer seemed to have a pattern.

“Do you want to come on me?” you said through a groan "Maybe you'll end up being a real daddy"

“I'll fill you with my cum, come with me love? Please, my princess.” His thumb descended to her clit, rubbing it intensely.

The moans came out almost in unison as you felt his liquid heat you even more inside. Pedro stood there for a few minutes, his head under your breasts, catching his breath. It didn't take long for him to lift his face and kiss your lips, much sweeter than you had.

"I love you so much. You're still going to kill me for being so hot” he whispered, as if that was the most important secret between the two of you. He laughed and wiped a small tear that came out of your eye after all the hard-on. "If you're going to have tears on your face, I'd rather they be like this"

“I love you more, Pedrito” you gave him a quick kiss on the tip of his nose “Can I call you Pedro again?”

"Now you can, although I prefer you to call me love, but..." he came out of you and stood up, heading towards the bathroom. It didn't take long and he came back, picking up the clothes "You're going to put on that dress, we'll go out wherever you want and then when we get back, maybe I'll forbid you to call me Pedro again"

"Or maybe I'll make you call me mommy" you suggested and laughed when you saw him immediately stop what he was doing, with the same look that started it all.

"Fuck"