#tre x stone

[adorabledummy]

Ocs from @zeddyzi

I love Ramshackle

[penheadie]

Hopefully you guys like my headcanons. Regardless of shipping I can see Skipp and Stone in a entire plethora of ways being either platonic or romantic honestly I just want the two of them to be happy.

Also in my opinion I have yet to see a thief x cop dynamic played out and to me it's more creative than the same rivals turned into lovers dynamic I see time and time again give me something original ramshackle fandom please.

[lenoar2312]

So yeah, I kind of decided to draw a bit of sketches of the duo dynamic. This is my favorite ship in Ramshackle, which is Stone x Tre, then add some color and it turn into a better drawing than I thought. The name of the ship is Silver x Copper^^, the person come up with this name is Penhead on Ramshackle discord^^! The character belongs to the one and only @zeddyzi​.

[genspiel]

sometimes i read negative reviews of books i enjoyed, just for fun, and i can't get over this one person who read The Stone Sky and said it was confusing because.......... second person is used for multiple characters. like??? no???? it's still just essun

[demonicbaby666]

Tres

One shot | Once Upon a Time Masterlist | Masterlists

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Pairing: Regina Mills x fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 3.8k+

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, masturbation, biting, oral, fingering, edge play, strap-on use (r!receiving), spanking, degradation, dom/top!Regina, sub/bottom!reader, mommy kink (tiny bit), praise.

Summary: When Regina walks in to find you waiting for her, she’s not too pleased to discover you’ve started a certain activity without her. In retaliation she decides to play a little game.

A/n: Is this the most descriptive and well-worded piece I’ve written? No. Is it proof read? Also no. But I wrote it super fast, and at least it’s seggsy, so… also the first time I’ve used ‘mommy’, which was a little giggle moment. I digress, have fun reading!

It was close to 5:30 pm, and you knew what that meant. Regina would walk through the front door like clockwork in the next couple of minutes. Henry was sleeping at a friend's house, so you had the place to yourselves and intended to make the most of it. 

You sat in skimpy black lingerie on Regina’s bed, back against her headboard, waiting. Black is, of course, her colour, but god, did she like it on you too. Just imagining the look on her face as she entered through the door excited you. On previous occasions, she’d shown little restraint when demonstrating her appreciation for coming home to one hell of a sight. Hands worshipped every inch of your body. Being impatient, you let your hand drop between your legs, imagining what you wanted and knew Regina would do to you. 

Pushing two fingers into your underwear, finding you were already wet from the sheer memories, you slowly circled your clit, closing your eyes as a small fire grew in your lower abdomen. It was an unspoken agreement that you weren’t supposed to touch yourself, not if Regina hadn’t said, yet knowing you would be caught breaking a rule only spurred you on. You thought of Regina’s slender fingers that, night after night, filled you, her brown eyes that watched you give into her time and time again, and her lips that silenced moans and screams so loud, she thought even a silencing spell couldn’t dampen them. 

At the sound of someone clearing their throat, your eyes fluttered open, revealing the face painted in your mind - though it didn’t do her beauty justice.

“And what are you doing?” Regina asked, standing in the doorway with her hands folded over her chest. Her expression was bone-chilling. 

Your skin burned brighter now you’d been caught. The want to look anywhere but at her jarred through your body, but you knew she would disapprove and kept your gaze trained on her, “I was waiting for you…” you started, guiltily biting your lip, “but I got impatient.” 

The anger in her eyes turned to a menacing predatory stare that dropped to your hand, still wedged in your underwear. And she smirked, “I didn’t tell you to stop.” 

Regina sashayed to the bed and began crawling over you, “Fuck yourself like the little slut you are,” she whispered in your ear before taking the doughy flesh of your earlobe into her mouth and nibbling on it. 

A groan broke from your throat at her gravely tone; it resembled the sound of stones scrapping along each other, shooting a bullet of pure lust straight through your chest. You could have come from her filthy words alone but followed her instructions. The angle made it difficult to achieve the fast pace fucking you craved, so you settled on running two wet fingers over your sensitive clit in a fluid motion. Small moans slipped from you, and as they grew in volume, Regina’s boldness grew too. 

Her lips travelled the length of your jawline, leaving behind rouge lipstick residue. The gentleness morphed into an unquenchable thirst when she reached your lips. Regina’s tongue ran the entire length of your top lip, then your bottom, coating them in wet warm saliva. She puckered her lips and blew on them. A cool sensation tingled from your lips, working into your bloodstream and sending shivers along your spine. You drew in a shuddering breath before leaning up to deliver a hungry kiss. Her teeth bit down on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, a reminder that, though your hands were seeing to your own pleasure, she was still the one to give the orders. 

As your fingers continued to circle your clit, growing faster in pace methodically, Regina kept you occupied - swirling her tongue in and around your mouth. She moved the black lace over your chest to the side, revealing a pert nipple that quickly captured between her fingers. Your hips jerked at the sudden pleasurable pain that channelled through your body, but thankfully, the weight of Regina’s body held you down. Your clit throbbed with each movement, thrumming in time with your rapid heart rate. 

When your lips were rendered useless, too preoccupied with releasing gargled ‘yes’s’ and ‘fuck’s,’ Regina moved down. Your throat fell victim to a brutal attack of harsh kisses and bites that would surely leave marks. She painted a line of red blotched down to your chest, where she swiftly took your swollen nipple into her mouth and sucked. 

Your breathing was laboured, jaw shaking with each moan and whimper. The coiling in your stomach had reached an all-time high, and Regina recognised the sides of your impending orgasm right away. Her hands cupped your breasts, flicking your nipples with her thumbs while bringing her lips to your ear, “Are you going to cum for me like a good girl?” 

The word ‘yes’ never made it to your tongue, your fingers and Regina’s sultry voice pushing you over the edge before you could answer. Muscles tensed all over your body, your fingers stilled over your clit, and your chest heaved pointlessly, trying to trail in gasps of air. 

Regina pulled back slightly so she could watch you catch your breath. Her stare made you feel so small, but that had never been a bad thing. There was a comfort in knowing she was in charge and that she’d never let anything happen to you unless, of course, she was the one inflicting the desired damage. 

“My turn,” she devilishly smirked, and before you could stop her, she had your underwear off, placed one hand by your head and two fingers buried deep inside your cunt, “we’re going to play a little game.”

A gasped shriek was all you could spare after having just come down from your high, “Whenever you get close,” she said, looking directly into your eyes, sliding her fingers out with painstaking slowness, “you tell me to stop.” 

Your eyes widened in response. It was an impossible punishment, and something told you Regina had set this game up to see you fail miserably. That way, she could dish out her ‘justice.’ 

“We’ll do it three times. Then if you’re good,” she bent down, letting her warm breath tickle your lips and thrust her fingers back inside you, hard, “I’ll fuck you senseless for however long you want.” 

From that point on, you were determined. Three? You could handle three. But then her fingers started moving, and suddenly three started to feel more like a hundred, and the possibility of cutting one orgasm short already felt like too much of a challenge. 

Regina showed no signs of being in a rush. Why would she? She wanted to make this last, make you suffer, reduce you to whimpering aimlessly and begging for her. Of course, you wanted to hate her for it. Instead, it made you wetter than ever. 

Your hands gripped firmly to the bedsheets, battling between pushing them away and pulling them towards you repeatedly, not knowing what you needed more at that moment. When Regina caught wind of your conflicting actions, she chuckled. The cruel mockery sent another wave of arousal to flood between your legs as her fingers pumped in and out of your pussy. Every attempt you made at quickening the pace was reprimanded. She’d slow down, almost to a halt, until you’d ceased all movement and only then would she resume. It was pitiful, and you knew it. You’d whine, and she’d ‘tsk’, shutting you up instantly. Your only outlet was the ruffled bedsheets and the pillow you used to silence your protests. 

Taking pity on you, Regina increased her vigour. Her fingers curled deep inside you, massaging the spongy lining of your g-spot, knowing it would push you right over the edge - had you not been playing this little game she’d set up, you would have cum then and there. 

You knew what you had to do when you felt the tension reach an all-time high, “Stop!” you screamed. 

And she did. Regina waited a few moments before pulling her fingers out, smirking when your pussy clenched around them - clearly unsatisfied and wanting more. 

“One down, two to go,” She said, kissing lightly on your temple. She looked down at you, and her eyes softened, “Colour?” 

“Green,” you shakily breathed out. Reaching down, you fiddled with the buttons of her slacks, and she did the rest, pulling them off and throwing them somewhere across the room, leaving her in just a silk blouse and underwear.

The softness faded from her eyes, mischief replacing it. A grin lined her lines. She leaned down to your ear and muttered, “Good.” 

Her lips lowered to yours, taking them into a fierce, passionate kiss that knocked the wind out of you. It was easy to fall into the moment, let your hands wrap around her waist, feel silk tickling your stomach, and smell Regina’s signature sharp perfume. Her tongue slid over your lower lip, and you followed her lead by opening your mouth. It was wet and messy and just the way you liked it. 

Slowly, the kiss stopped with her moving further down your body. First, to nibble and suck on your neck, then to your breasts, where she took your bra off and lathered your nipples. Her tongue ran over and around them. She’d suck one into her mouth and release them with a pop. Meanwhile, you were happy to lay back and enjoy the show, encouraging her actions with appreciative sighs and hums. Moving south along your stomach, she pecked what felt like every inch of it. Finally, when you’d started to feel impatience and excitement bubble to the surface, the mayor’s hands came to rest on either side of your thighs. She bowed down, ass perched in the air whilst she teased kisses along your inner thighs. 

Begging was useless; she’d only prolong the torment, yet you found you couldn’t stop letting out a small whimper followed by a soft ‘please’. If she heard the slip, she let it pass, instead choosing to wrap her arms around your thighs and secure them over your hips.

The open window let in a cool breeze that circulated the room and made the sweat on your body cold. It calmed your racing pulse, and you closely monitored the tension easing from aching muscles, happy to forget about the upcoming torture of halting your pleasure, even if the reward would be worth it. 

This lasted for all of ten seconds before the draft coming in was forgotten, and Regina finally ran her tongue through your drenched sex. 

You were no stranger to the magic Regina could perform with her tongue, which was why you relaxed and enjoyed the slow licks along your slit, the gentle sucking on your clit and, with one hand, gripped onto the headboard above you, the other brushing Regina’s hair off her forehead.

The attention to your clit was now alternating between sucks and licks. Sometimes she lay her tongue flat and slithered it over the hardened nub. Other times she'd use the tip of it to run stiff circles or figures of eight over it. Traipsing fingers through dark hair, you made every effort to contain screaming out. Your body desperately wanted more than what was being bestowed. 

After minutes of endless torture, she prodded your entrance with her two middle fingers, only pushing them in halfway and pulling them back out. She repeated this process until you got too impatient and unintentionally tried to push yourself down onto her fingers. This attempt was unsuccessful, what with the force she used to push your hip down into the bed.

When you looked down, her eyes were glued to you, and still, they held that dominance that told you things would move at her rate, and there’d be no two ways about it. You’d have been annoyed if it wasn’t for the fact it - having control ripped away from you - only turned you on more. 

It felt like your whole body had been submerged in boiling water, the slick salted lining of sweat had all but coated your body, and your breath was uncontrollable. There was no hope in holding back moans and mewls with your body being worked up and deprived all at once. No coherent thought seemed to be in your head. The only thing you knew was Regina, and Regina and Regina. 

Finally, her fingers pushed all the way, and your hand flew from the headboard to join its twin in her hair. A loud cry echoed across the room, and you felt Regina smirk over your aching clit. She took the bundle of nerves into her mouth and ran her teeth along it. A gasped moan left your parted lips. This time it was broken off with a near scream as Regina started to pump her fingers in and out of you rapidly.  

You sprang upwards on the bed and loudly panted, “I’m going to, I’m going to cum. Fuck!” 

Prying her tongue away and stilling her fingers, she looked at you with a raised brow and said, “You could have gone a few extra seconds, dear.” Nevertheless, she waited for you to calm down before removing her fingers and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. 

By this point, you were practically dripping onto the bedsheets. An ache had spread to every inch of your body, and you yearned for all the teasing to stop. If not for the gentleness that appeared between moments of unrest, you’d have thrown in the towel. Yet, the small kisses she dropped over your stomach, the tender smile she gave you, and the way she nuzzled her head in your neck so that you could breathe in her hair motivated you to push ahead and persevere. 

Absorbing this spike in affection, your fingers ran through brunette tresses. Closing your eyes, you let your worries float out the window into the late afternoon breeze. 

This time Regina moved slower. She wedged her thigh between your legs and started a slow grinding motion. The abundant slickness present easily allowed for the movement. She didn’t protest or hold your hips down when you matched her actions, so you kept going. Kneading your breast between her hands, she lowered her head down and took your left nipple between her teeth and bit down lightly on it. A balance of pain and pleasure set your body alight, and you found your hips moving faster.

Maybe it was the intensity of the moment, the shift in atmosphere that thrummed through your body - warming your chest and distracting your mind - but you didn’t stop Regina when you felt that familiar tension home in your lower abdomen. Instead, it continued to reach its peak until it was too late, and you’d let out an alarmingly loud moan that bounced around the room and, more importantly, bellowed in Regina’s ears. 

“Did you do what I think you did?” she asked, her voice having a bite to it that drained away the pleasure of what had happened, leaving fear and a sense of disappointment behind your actions. There was none of the gentleness you’d previously observed, and whilst that scared you, it also struck an excited note in you. 

Taking your silence and lack of eye contact as an admission, she shuffled backwards on the bed, kicked her legs over the side, and continued in the same menacing tone, “Come here.” 

You did as told, muttering apologies that Regina paid little to no attention to. You shuffled forward and stood on your knees next to the edge of the bed. 

Taking you over her knees, her hand made firm contact with your left ass cheek. The slapping sound rang through the room, travelling straight back to you, waking up the submissive side within you that would do anything to please and putting any thoughts of disobeying to sleep. A series of harsh slaps left you whimpering and deciding whether to beg her to stop or to keep going. But then Regina’s palm made swift contact with your cunt, leaving behind a delicious sting. 

“Oh god,” you moaned. The burn around your clit was near maddening, and you were sure if you didn’t get some proper relief soon, you’d die, “Please, Regina.” You begged. 

“What do you want, baby?” her voice dripped with power. 

“I want you to fuck me.” You whined, “Please fuck me.” 

“Stay there, and don’t move.” She commanded, sliding back and off the other side of the bed. You heard rummaging and things lightly dropping to the floor but couldn’t see much from the position she had you stay in. The bed dipped beside you, “Suck.” She growled. 

Turning your head to her, you saw Regina had now stripped down to only her panties. Fastened to her hips was her favourite harness - on it the second biggest dildo she owned. The sight of it made your lips water and your clit twitch. Powerful, she didn’t need a thrown or a crown. This was enough to remind you she was a queen and you a lowly subject. 

“Fuck,” you muttered, crawling over and holding onto her hips. 

Bringing your lips to the tip of the faux cock you slowly opened your mouth and sucked the tip in. Although the brunette could gain pleasure from this, simply by using her magic to make her cock real, you knew this was another demonstration of dominance. The thought caused you to moan and show Regina just how willing you were to please, so you took her entire length into your mouth and began bobbing your head. 

Before long, Regina had her hands in your hair as you lubed up the strap, taking it repeatedly to the hilt, then back out again, over and over. 

“You look so pretty sucking mommy’s cock.” she mused, pulling your head back and cleaning the spit off the sides of your mouth, “Such a good girl.” 

Staring up at her, you couldn’t help but feel a little pride rise in your chest and had to bite back a smile. You let it slither across your lips when Regina pulled you up and crashed her lips onto yours. Her hands circled your waist whilst her knees moved forward, guiding you towards the head of the bed. Once your head hit the pillow - promoted by a little push from Regina - plump lips found your neck and sucked your pulse point so hard there was no chance a mark would not be seen the following day. 

Fingers danced over your chest and torso, light enough to pry small giggles. Suddenly, her hands found your hips, and she flipped you over so your stomach and breasts lay flat against the bed. With her firm grip, she tugged your hips up and held you in place as she moved forward and back, teasing your cunt with silicone. 

You stifled a groan into a pillow and allowed Regina what fun she wanted. Eventually, she relented and eased the tip of the strap into you. It was thick and almost painful, but the stretch was welcomed with a grateful whimper. The mayor was kind enough to take it slow, pushing in inch by inch with a steadiness that kept the action unhalted and natural. 

She guided her hips back, then slammed right back into you. The scream you let out was undoubtedly audible from outside, but you couldn’t care less. She kept fucking into you like that, pulling out slow enough that you felt the bumped veins on the dildo glide over your inner walls, then, with a sudden push of her hips, filled you completely. After a while of this, clawing at the bedsheets, pillows, anything you could get your hands on, the fast-paced action you craved had you trying to wrestle against Regina’s hold on you so you could take matters into your own hands. 

“You want me to fuck you hard and fast?” she spoke in a sultry voice, “Is that what you want?” 

“Yes,” you whined. 

She quickly picked up her pace, “Tell me who you belong to. Tell me who gets to fuck you like this.”

“You!” 

“Who else?” She shouted, her hips moving at double their previous speed. 

The bed rocked and squeaked. Your attention remained on the cock mercilessly thrusting in and out of you. 

“Who else?” she barked, delivering a swift slap to your ass.

“No one! Only you!” You screamed. 

The ridges inside the strap-on meant Regina was getting as much pleasure from this as you were. Each moan you let out was followed by one of her own. She loved fucking you from behind, watching her cock disappear in and out of your pussy, and you, too, couldn’t deny the position had its benefits. For one, when she increased her speed, keeping her thrusts strong - much like she was doing then - the dildo would slide perfectly along your g-spot. The pleasure was insurmountable. The next day, you often found you could barely walk, not that it mattered when memories of the things Regina did to you were floating around in your mind. 

Repeatedly, she pounded into you, the base of the cock slamming against your clit, driving you closer and closer to coming. 

Getting the question out was painful because all you wanted to do was let go. “Can I come?” You shakily begged, the words coming out broken and pathetic. 

“Come for me, baby.” she cooed. 

Her voice alone did it. Your walls clamped around the dildo. Regina continued, prolonging the pure bliss of the powerful orgasm that shook your whole body. She held you up when your knees buckled, refusing to stop her wanton hips from fucking you with reckless abandon. 

“Regina!” You loudly moaned, thrashing your head against a pillow, “Fuck! I’m going to come again!” 

She didn’t relent. Instead, she trashed her palm time and time again over your ass, sending stinging pleasure through all your nerve endings. Together you cried out each other’s names, nails dug into your hip bones as you both simultaneously found your release.

She slumped down on top of you and unbuckled her harness, carefully pulling it out of your spent cunt. Regina placed it on the bedside table to be dealt with later. As she lay beside you and breathed heavily, she slung an arm over her eyes and smiled.  

You scooted over to her and lay your head on her chest, drawing lazy shapes over her stomach and breast, “That was amazing,” you chuckled.

Clasping her arm over your shoulder, running soft fingers through your hair, she smirked and looked down at you, “What makes you think we’re finished?” 

You met her eyes and saw that same mischievous look you so adored, “I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow, am I?” 

Her smirk curved into a full-blown grin, “No, I don’t think you will. You deserve it for starting without me.”

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[bit-dodgy-innit]

Sweet as Honey(moon)

A/N: Okayyy let’s escape away to Greece for some sexin, shall we? Just as a reminder these are all part of my little SHAPE OF YOU AU

The Prompt: The Honeymoon 😈

Requested by: loveliest of lovelies @dawnsutopia

Pairing: Marc x afab!reader, Steven x afab!reader and Jake x afab!reader, Reader is married to the system

Word Count: 9.4k (back to my self-indulgent waysss)

Spice-o-meter: 🌶🌶🌶🌶, Rated Tre Explicit, Minors DNI

CW/TW: This is a...how you say...a fook-est? I mean our couple is on their honeymoon after all. We have fingering (f receiving), indecent things with Marc’s wedding bad, oral sex (f and m receiving), p in v sex, anal sex, pool sex, nipple play, lingerie, the boys being co-conscious during sex, dirty talk, spanking, nipple play, a brief mention of “dumbification” (which this fandom taught me about btw so 😳), light spanking, mucho aftercare, teasing, exhibitionism though it’s not specified if anyone sees or hears them, squirting, multiple orgasms, and fluff!

“On behalf of all of us, welcome to Mykonos,” the polite-to-a-fault receptionist said as he activated your keycards, “and congratulations on your nuptials, Mr. and Mrs. Spector.” 

You grinned so widely at the use of your new surname your face could split in half. Despite a turbulent four hour flight from London and being hungover as shit, you were deliriously happy, leaning into Marc’s side —your husband’s side— while you checked into the resort where you’d be spending the next ten days on your honeymoon. 

You two had kept the wedding on the smaller side. The ceremony itself had been incredibly private and intimate, just you, your boys, your parents and a trusted rabbi at a local synagogue. This was so that you could exchange vows with Marc, Steven and Jake each individually. Afterwards, you’d booked the Gallery Room at the ever-so-posh Bluebird in Chelsea to host a reception for forty friends and extended family. 

The more subdued – though still somehow overwhelming to plan – wedding meant that you and your husband could splash out on the honeymoon, which is exactly what you’d done with the resort you’d booked here in Greece. The stunning beauty of the island didn’t hit you until you were being escorted to your room and could take in the stark white walls, ancient stone, clear blue sky, and even clearer, bluer water for yourself. 

Your suite echoed the landscape, eschewing any color or even decor on the walls for crisp white plaster and massive windows that framed picturesque views of the ocean. Everything from the furniture to the linens were warm neutrals and earth hewn materials. The focal point of the space was no doubt the sliders flung wide open led to an ample balcony that boasted a plush daybed and a small private pool. It was a dream come to life as far as you were concerned. 

The bellboy unloaded your luggage and after he left with a tip, you and Marc launched yourself at each other. He tackled you back onto the large plush bed. 

“This is insane,” you managed to pant in between kisses, “it’s even more beautiful here than I thought it’d be.” 

“Good,” Marc grunted, stripping out of his t-shirt and swiftly moving to discard his joggers as well. He was getting right to it then. 

Last night seemed to whiz by in a blur of laughter, alcohol, dancing, and toasts to the happy couple. Unlike the romance novels you’d read as an adolescent, your wedding night was not the raucous night of passion that had graced the pages you’d secretly devoured. You and your husband were exhausted. Though between the three of them, Jake was able to get it up and indulge in some soft, sleepy, tipsy sex in missionary before the pair of you conked out. 

It felt as if you’d only closed your eyes for a few minutes when the car service woke you with their courtesy call to inform you that they were outside, and you both napped on the plane. Now however, it seemed that Marc was rearing to go. 

He rid you of the tacky, but incredibly comfy, bride-themed matching sweats your uni friends had gotten for your hen do as a gag gift and you couldn’t help but giggle while you rolled around together on top of the bed. 

“Mr. and Mrs. Spector,” you echoed breathily while Marc nibbled on your ear, grinding his already rock hard erection into your bare leg. 

“Has a nice to ring it,” he murmured. Layla hadn’t taken his name when they had wed. It didn’t bother Marc, more and more women were choosing not to, and she had her own reasons for keeping her maiden name. But the fact that you’d wanted to, that you were happy to become a Spector despite all the baggage that name held, made Marc’s heart soar.

“Mmmmhmm,” you agreed. “A good thing since we’ll be using it for quite a while.” 

“Forever,” your husband specified, parting your folds with his fingers. 

Your eyes were drawn to the platinum band that now encircled his left ring finger. “Forever.” 

Marc caught you watching him and a wicked idea formed in his mind. Steven raised the concern if it was sanitary, yet Jake quickly overruled him and told Marc to do it anyway. Those two truly felt like the trope of the devil and angel on his shoulder sometimes. 

Instead of easing his index or middle finger inside of you to begin prepping you for his dick, Marc penetrated you with his ring finger. You gasped at the audacious move, letting out a little yelp when you felt the precious metal of the ring breach your entrance, warm from Marc’s skin but still cooler than the heat of your cunt. 

Marc’s dark eyes gazed up at you from those ridiculously long eyelashes of his. “That feel good?”

“Yeah,” came your breathless reply. The both of you stared mesmerized as his finger plunged in and out of your pussy, enthralled with how Marc’s wedding band would disappear and re-emerge from your cunt. 

Soon your sounds indicated to Marc that you needed more, and he was all too happy to comply. His middle finger joined the other digit, making sure you were stretched enough to take his cock, which currently was so hard he likely could cut glass at this point. 

Your husband tugged on your hips, positioning your bum on the edge of bed to lock your legs around him. He took his cock in hand and entered you in a smooth shove of his pelvis. You both moaned at the feeling of becoming one, as if it had been weeks since you’d been together like this and not a matter of hours. 

Marc was eager, you could tell from the way he jackrabbited his hips into you. It was the kind of rough fucking that emptied your mind of everything but the stretch of your tight channel around his considerable girth. You were all too happy to succumb to it, you were in Greece, the wedding was over, and all of your responsibilities were thousands of miles away in London. 

His hand found your clit quickly and rubbed the bud with harsh strokes. You gasped and dug your heels into the bottom of his back to pull him closer. 

“Not going to last long,” Marc revealed while he hammered you, “wanted you since we woke up.”

“That’s okay honey,” you soothed him. After all, you’d gotten some last night. A little shiver ran through through you when you realized this was the first time you and Marc were having sex a married couple. Marc Spector, the man who was so convinced he was unworthy of happiness and did everything he could to push you away, was now making love to you on your honeymoon. 

He dropped down lower, his hands covering your breasts, which sent another, more prominent shiver through you as Marc chased his release. The movement of his hips switched, his thrusts became grinds, which allowed your clit to receive some stimulation too.

You studied Marc’s face fondly, enjoying the view of his Adam's apple as it bobbed, the short black hair that was beginning to curl from the sweat gathering at his hairline, and of course, that face, so handsome and contorted in pleasure, only made more beautiful when he spurted his hot seed inside of you. 

After he came down, Marc fell onto his forearms to nuzzle your face with his. 

“Hi,” he whispered, peppering your face with kisses. You giggled and squirmed at the attention. 

He gently took his cock from your pussy, then knelt before your slit at the side of the bed. 

“Hun…”

Marc knew that tone of voice of yours, it was the inflection you used when you told him “not to worry about it”. He cursed all the men that’d allowed you to think that your pleasure wasn’t as, if not more important, than his. Marc bit the inside of your thigh playfully to stop you. “Hey, I’m fulfilling my husbandly duties here, okay?”

You surrendered with a shy little grin. He knew tossing a reference to your newly minted marriage would end your protests. Marc got to work, licking a stripe up your folds to taste the two of you before sucking on your clit and inserted two fingers into you to stimulate your g-spot. Whines and shaking legs soon followed as you came on Marc’s thick digits. 

Before he could rise fully to grab a cloth for you, you grabbed his wrist and sucked his ring finger into your warm, wet mouth, fellating the band with your tongue. Its metallic taste was new to you and honestly, rather unpleasant, but the way Marc looked at you while you did it was well worth it. 

“Fuck baby,” he groaned once you released him. He stood up and ran a hand through his hair sheepishly, “I really pounced on you just now, didn’t I?”

You sat up too. “No complaints here.” 

Marc drew you up to standing to kiss you and the both of you tended to yourselves in the bathroom. You took turns relieving yourselves and Marc splashed water on his face. You emerged from the little stall for the toilet with a request. “We should cool off in the pool.”

Your husband cocked a brow. “Bathing suits optional, I’m assuming?” 

“What’s the point of having a private pool if you’re not going to skinny dip?” 

“And people think I only married you for your beauty,” he joked. 

This had to be heaven, you concluded. You and Marc floated in the pool together for a little while, both made speechless by the beauty of the Aegean before you, then toweled off and dozed in the shade together on the daybed. 

When you roused, you automatically pecked the dip that ran between your husband’s pecs, just under his chain with the star of David. When your eyes met, you could tell by the softness in them and the little quirk of his lips that it was Steven gazing back at you. 

“Well hello Mrs. Grant,” he murmured. Though technically on paper you’d taken the surname Spector, you planned to use Mrs. Grant and Mrs. Lockley respectively when the other boys fronted. 

“Hello yourself Doctor Grant,” you beamed back. “Happy honeymoon.”

“Happy honeymoon indeed,” he concurred, “This is the ideal way to wake up, I think…naked, you in my arms, and with ocean views.” 

“I can’t help but agree. Come back in the pool with me.” 

Steven followed you, both of you luxuriating in the cooling water. Even though it was pretty big for an in-room pool, you two refused to spread out. Steven held you into his arms once again, so close to one another you could distinguish each and every droplet of water that clung to his neck, collarbones, and face. 

Your lips drifted together in a liplock that quickly escalated and deepened. Steven’s large hands cupped your ass, giving it a squeeze, lifting you to walk to the edge of the pool. He parted your legs while you procured a towel to sit on. 

You continued to trade deep, passionate kisses while Steven stood still half-submerged in the water between your thighs, the sun warming your skin as you got lost in each other. His lips drifted down to your neck and clavicle, and his fingers found your core. He began with gentle touches and strokes between your folds, inserting a finger to feel your wetness and the remnants of his alter’s cum. 

“Baby,” you gasped when his thumb pressed into your clit. 

“What do you want, darling?” He rasped. 

“Your mouth,” you told him without hesitation, “then fuck me Steven.” 

He deferred, musing as he descended to your cunt, “We do have to consummate our marriage after all.”

Your clever response was eclipsed by a whimper when Steven began to eat you out. Still sensitive from your lovemaking with Marc from earlier, each lick and swirl of Steven’s tongue had you feeling like a live wire. His mouth had you just on the other side of too much, your husband working his signature magic on your twitching cunt while you leant back on your hands. 

“You taste so good,” Steven panted as he briefly pulled away for air. “Could eat this pussy forever Mrs. Grant.” 

“Please do,” you exhaled, only half-joking. 

He chuckled lowly, returning to your core, his tongue dancing on your clit and pushing into your hole. His nose was pressed perfectly into clit while he tongue-fucked you, so perfectly that you found your orgasm blindsiding you, suddenly snapping in your groin and flooding you with bliss.

When your eyelids at last fluttered open, your climax subsided, Steven gazed at you with adoration. “You’re so bloody gorgeous.” 

There was nowhere to hide your blush given that you were stark naked sitting on the poolside tile. “You’re so bloody good at that. Let me take care of you, I bet that big dick is just aching for me, isn’t it?”  

Steven agreed by pulling you back in the water, hooking his elbows into the bends of your knees and pressing your back into the wall of the pool. You took a hold of his erection, velvet-covered steel in your hand, and guided your husband inside of you below the water’s surface. Steven groaned when he entered you, and scooted you up the length of the wall so your back arched against the side of the pool. Your head rested on the towel, the position exposing your breasts to the warm air, allowing Steven to tongue your nipples as he pushed inside of you. 

The way Steven made love to you couldn’t be more different than how Marc had. Steven was slow, languid, and worshipful feeding his member into your cunt. Even though he was splitting you apart on his fat cock and filled his mouth with your tits, it didn’t feel like you could get close enough. You dug your fingertips, still sporting your wedding manicure, into the tile on either side of your bodies in an attempt to anchor yourself. The universe shrank to just you and your husband, the feel of him — so hot and hard inside of you — and the small rectangle of water you were fucking in. 

Steven angled his hips so the head of cock could brush against your g-spot and rub his pelvis against your clit. The combination was devastating but he entreated you, “Go on, love, can you give me one more? Know you can do it….wanna see your pretty face while you come.” 

You’d had three orgasms in the last twenty-four hours, but Steven was ruthless in the most tender way possible, cooing into your ear and coaxing yet another release from your quaking, over-stimulated body. The spasming of your pussy around him resulted in his hips picking up pace and frantically suckling on a nipple while his climax crashed over him. 

“Wow,” he marveled after you separated. 

“That about sums it up,” you giggled, dunking under the water to re-wet your hair, “and to think we have ten days just for us.” 

***

The pair of you eventually did unpack and leave your room. You’d never had so much space in your suitcase before, since the majority of what you’d brought were swimsuits, skimpy lingerie and a few sundresses for meals and sightseeing. 

You put what you packed to use the next evening when you and your husband went to dinner in town. The night began in a breezy, white satin slip dress. Jake held your hand as you two strolled back to the resort, both of you giddy, inebriated from the wine at dinner and each other’s presence. 

Jake began humming some Spanish song you didn’t recognize, twirling you and pulling you under his arm as you navigated the uneven but mostly empty streets of the neighborhood. Marc and Steven were shy about it, but they had a great voice, and you soaked up every moment Jake would sing with unfettered delight. 

He ducked down to kiss you, whispering “Eres mi reina” when you broke apart. 

“Te amo,” you sighed back. 

Jake re-captured your lips, and next thing you knew, your back was against the side of a building as he attacked your mouth. It took a Herculean amount of self-control to withdraw your lips from his, but you had to or else you’d start fucking in the middle of the street. While you two shared a fondness for a bit of exhibitionism, that wasn’t exactly the vibe you were trying to achieve on your honeymoon. “Papi, let’s go inside.”

Your husband ignored you, his hands creeping down to your ass and kissing below your ear. 

“I’ll make it worth your while…”

That got his attention. Dark eyes glittered in the street lamplight as they searched yours.  “How?” 

“Guess you’ll just have to see,” you teased. 

From there on, Jake followed you back to your suite like a puppy. Once you’d returned to the privacy of your room, you pushed Jake back on the bed and ordered him to wait, then disappeared into the bathroom to change out of the dress and into a white bustier and panty set that managed to be lacy, sheer, strappy and somewhat tasteful all at once. 

You remerged and Jake instantly muttered a “Joder” at the sight of you. 

You did a little spin for him to get the full view. “Te gusta? Piensas que yo miro linda?”

“No, eres linda, pero ahora ves tan sexy,” he corrected you in a growl. “Ven aquí.”

“Come get me,” you challenged him. 

Jake leapt to his feet and chased you around the suite. You evaded him in a fit of giggles, but you were no match for your ex-military, ex-superhero husband. He circled his arms around your waist, lifted you from the ground, and tossed you onto the bed in one swift move. 

“Naughty,” he rumbled, caging you between his meaty thighs and while he rid himself of his shirt, then moved to unbutton and unzip his linen trousers to free his raging erection. Once he’d taken them off, plus palmed himself to take some of the edge off, he began exploring your body with his hands. 

“This is too pretty to rip off of you,” he mused, tracing the waistband of your tiny thong. But Marc’s voice had said it. 

“Oh, hi babe,” you greeted him, a little startled. 

He kissed you hello, grinding against your cloth-covered core, “Hi baby.” 

As much as you enjoyed the feel of his length against your soaked panties, you had to ask, “Everything ok with Jake?” 

“Yeah, we just thought we’d maybe try being co-conscious tonight, if that’s ok? Be a little more fast and loose with the switches?” 

Now there was an idea. In the past, one of the boys may have fronted momentarily while you were intimate with another, you’d never had sex with them fully co-conscious, to your knowledge at least.

“Okay,” you consented. “Just don’t get cross with me if I accidentally call someone by the wrong name.” 

Marc fixed you with a warm, lopsided smile, “We’ll take it easy on you…to start.” 

“Good,” you pulled him into another kiss. When you two broke apart, Steven was grinning down at you. 

“Now this is just darling,” he mused, tugging the cups of your bustier down to free your breasts. He wasted no time attaching his skilled mouth to your left nipple to lavish his attention on your sensitive peak.

You mewled, eyes screwed shut, and your hand shot down to Steven’s boxer-briefs to grope him through the fabric. 

Steven switched nipples with a rumble in his chest and once you were face to face again, Jake asked you “Will you suck Papi’s cock in your pretty outfit?” 

“Por supuesto Papi.”

You flipped over, reorienting yourselves so Jake was on his back and you were straddling his legs. You discarded his boxers and did your best to make a show of lapping at his tip, mouthing at the head and using your tongue to play with it. 

“Joder si, nena,” Jake heaved, trying to keep from bucking into your mouth without warning. “Just like that.” 

You worked your mouth down on his length, and you spotted who you thought was Steven craning his neck to watch you swallow his dick down your throat with your tits still out. “Bloody hell.”

You chuckled around his erection, the vibrations sending a shiver through Steven’s spine. Or wait, was that a Marc sound? 

“Don’t stop,” Jake urged you. You obeyed happily, licking the circumference of his cock to wet it, then wrapping your palm around the appendage to stroke what couldn’t fit in your mouth while you went to town on him. 

You could tell your boys were close by the way their right leg twitched, but before could take them into the home stretch, a hand pulled you off their cock by your hair. 

“Jake doesn’t get to come just like that,” Marc growled, wrapping his own hand around the base of his manhood to stave off his orgasm. 

“Fuck you,” Jake vollied quickly before Marc reclaimed the body and eased with you a kiss. “Hands and knees, baby.” 

You obeyed, wiggling your ass a bit for effect, and whimpered when you felt a palm slap across your right cheek. That was Jake for sure. The drenched crotch of your thong was pushed to the side, then you felt the head of your husband’s cock circle your soaking entrance a few times before it began to breach you, which was a Steven move. 

Your husband set a steady pace and confirmed your guess as to who was fronting when Steven raved, “Oh, I see why they like this position…such a lovely view.” 

“It’s good isn’t it?” Marc chimed in, increasing the pace of his thrusts some. “First time I fucked you we did it like this, remember baby?” 

“Ye-uh…uh-huh,” you could barely formulate words at this point. The idea of your husbands teaming up to fuck you in a slutty little matching lingerie set was melting your brain. 

“She takes it so well,” Jake added. His hand pressed in between your shoulder blades and you yielded so that your face and chest were resting on the bed, ass higher in the air. 

“Ugh that’s it,” Marc groaned, landing another slap across your rear. 

“Doing so well for us, love,” he praised. It was Steven obviously. “You alright?” 

You stuttered out a “yes” and began pushing your hips back against his groin as much as you could to drive your point home. 

When Jake said “Hmmm, si nena, let us feel that little cunt clench around our cock,” you couldn’t resist anymore, you had to touch yourself. 

Jake spotted it right away and spanked you again, “Did I say you could play yourself?”

“Por favor Papi,” you begged. You were beyond dignity at this point, all you could think about was coming. “I need it.”

“Let her Jake,” Steven argued, rubbing the imprint his alter’s hand left to soothe your skin, “she got all dressed up for us.” 

“Plus it’s hot as fuck to watch her work her little bud,” Marc pointed out. 

“Bien, bien,” Jake let it go. 

“Who do you want to make you come?” Steven asked, his hips never faltering as he continued to impale you with the fat member you craved.  

“I…um…uh…”

“Aw look Steven, we made her all cockdumb,” Marc cooed at you. 

Your current position prevented you from sending a dirty look at your husband. He wasn’t exactly wrong though.  

“I got her,” Jake volunteered. A moment later, a wet thumb circled your asshole and edged ever so slightly in. The extra stimulation, combined with your fingers frantically rubbing your clit, caused you to come with a high whine. You bore down on your husband’s big dick as the pleasure wracked you, so profound it was almost painful. 

Your husband held your hips steady as you drifted down from your orgasm and he sought his own release. You reflexively tightened around his spent cock when you felt the ribbons of his seed empty inside of you. 

You rolled over, lying on the bed sideways to look at them. Marc gazed back at you, examining your face with concern to make sure they hadn’t gone too hard on you, you presumed. Speech hadn’t returned to you just yet, so you sent him a toothy, satisfied smile instead. 

“You okay baby?” He asked. You nodded, allowing him to slide off your panties. 

Steven cut in quickly to follow up, “You need anything for your bum?” 

“I think I’m okay, hun, but thank you,” you assured him. He turned you around to take off your bustier for you as well. 

“‘Course,” he replied instantly, slowly standing to walk bow-legged to the bathroom and wipe his cum off of you. “They got a little carried away at the end there.” 

“Did not” you heard Jake snipe back.  

They reappeared with Marc’s stern expression on their features. “You sure you’re okay? Obviously we loved it, but….“

Jake butted in to finish his question, “Did you like it, nena?” 

“Yes,” your tone didn’t leave any room for doubt. Now a little more recovered from your orgasm, you could string together a sentence. “I loved it, it was just intense, and it was our first time being intimate like that.”

“We’re a bit full on, aren’t we?” Steven asked with wry self-deprecation, tossing the used flannel off to the side of the room and getting under the covers. 

“I love it,” you said once again, settling into his arms, “I married you after all.”

“Good,” Steven murmured. “You didn’t happen to bring more lingerie like that, did you?” 

***

Though the benefits to having a private pool were many…mainly that you and your husband could have pool sex whenever the mood struck, you did make it to the beach. It’d be a sin not to, and the image of Marc emerging form the ocean was one you’d lock in your mind until you died. 

He was dripping wet head to toe, dark hair slicked back with water, his trunks clinging to those muscular thighs that drove you wild, and his golden skin had darkened a shade from the sun. Though you knew your husband had once been entangled with an Egyptian deity, you couldn’t help but think that Marc would be quite at home in the Greek pantheon too, with a body and face like that. 

“Hey! You gotta get in,” he ran a hand through his hair, “It’s like bathwater.” 

“I think you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen,” you blurted out. 

Marc shot you a wide, unguarded grin. “I already married you, you don’t need to keep flattering me anymore.”

“Shut up,” you tossed at him fondly. 

Marc lowered his still dripping body on top of you. You tried to wiggle away from him but Marc locked you in his grasp and attacked you with kisses all over your face, “I think that I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman with a more generous heart. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Marc,” your voice was thick with tears. It was one thing for Marc to be so playful with you, then add in such loving sentiments expressed to you so openly? You couldn’t help but get verklempt. Your husband had come such a long way - partly thanks to the work he did on his own, with his therapist, and of course you two refusing to give up on each other. 

“Baby, don’t cry!” He cajoled. 

“I’m not, I’m sweaty,” you joked. 

“Okay, then I was sweating at the temple,” Marc bantered back, referring to your wedding ceremony. “Will you please come swim with me? The most handsome man you’ve ever seen?” 

You shoved playfully Marc and got up to head to the water, “I give you one compliment…” 

***

Kate, one of your friends from work, had gifted you a couples massage at the resort for your wedding present. You weren’t sure how the boys decided which one would front for it, but when it was time to leave for the appointment, Jake was the one accompanying you. 

It was heavenly to have all of the wedding and travel stress massaged from your muscles, and no one was more deserving of rest & relaxation than your husband. Their body worked three jobs, plus there had been much strategizing and occasional hair-pulling for Marc and Jake about leaving things with their respective jobs in a place so that they wouldn’t come back from Greece to dumpster fires. Steven was mercifully on summer holiday, so his job was slow anyway. 

The pair of you left your joint session as pliable noodle-people. Jake took your hand as you ambled back to your suite. 

“I’m going to give Kate the biggest thank you,” you vowed. 

He seconded you with a content hum and opened the door to your room. 

“I’m going to take a shower, get all of this oil off of me,” you announced, padding into the bathroom, “honey, what did you do with my shampoo?” 

You routed around in his toiletries bag, thinking you’d found it, but what you produced was definitely not your stolen shampoo. 

Jake had followed you in and when he saw that you were holding the bottle of lube he brought, it was one of the very few times you’d ever seen him blush. You had no trouble getting wet, and you hadn’t brought any toys on vacation either, so what had he brought lube for…oh. 

All he’d wanted for the past few “special occasions” you two had shared (Hannukah, your anniversary, Daylights Savings Time) was anal sex. You weren’t opposed to the idea, but had required a gradual approach to it. To his credit, Jake had been wonderfully patient, and you’d become comfortable with a few of his thick fingers in your ass. 

Jake immediately began to backtrack, “I only brought it in case you wanted to—“

“It’s okay,” you assured him. “I mean I’m open to it, when in Greece on your honeymoon, right? 

Jake looked at you with barely contained eagerness. “Bueno, cuando quieres hacerlo?”

He knew that if he wanted a piece of your ass, he had to ask in advance. You were a lady and you had a certain mystique you had to maintain, not to mention preparation you needed to undergo. But, given that you were already pretty relaxed and going to shower anyway, now seemed as good a time as any. 

“No time like the present,” you suggested. 

“Wait, really?!” Jake reacted similarly to a little boy who’d been given his first bike. 

You couldn’t help but chuckle fondly at his response. “Yeah, I’m all loosened up after the massage and I’ll make this shower a thorough one. So while I do, vamos and make things extra romantic in the bedroom.” 

“Si Señora Lockley,” he basically road-runnered out of the bathroom. 

Jake took your task to heart – when you entered the bedroom, hair damp, lube in hand, towel wrapped around you — candles had been lit, music was playing softly, and he had even managed to get a bottle of champagne up to the room while you’d washed up. 

“Not bad Lockley,” you said after surveying the room. You tossed him the lube. “Not bad at all.”

He shot you a grin that was akin to a wolf who just caught sight of a rabbit. Jake gestured to the champagne, “Shall we? Loosen you up un poquito mas?” 

“Por favor,” you assented. You weren’t sure exactly what made the popping of a champagne bottle so sexual, but a little thrill zinged through you when your husband ejected the cork from its glass neck. 

“Cheers,” you thanked him when he handed you a flute, raising it to toast, “To…new beginnings.” 

Jake mimicked your movement, “A tí, mi amor.”

Your glasses clinked and the fizzy alcohol rushed down your throat. Jake's eyes never left your face. He watched you closely, anticipating the moment when he could finally touch you. 

You decided sooner was likely better than later, best get the show on the road before you could psych yourself out. Placing your flute down, you crossed to him, “Come here Papi.”

Jake flashed you another predatory grin and followed suit at once. “We don’t need this anymore.” His fingers tucked between the towel covering your skin and pulled it loose so the cloth fell around your feet. 

Jake was more intoxicated by the sight of your naked body than any amount of champagne in his system. He wrapped you into a kiss, plundering your mouth, his lips seeking to consume you. His hands, meanwhile, immediately dropped to your rear. 

Hoisting you up with a squeeze, he carried you over to the bed, depositing you on the mattress much more gently than a few nights ago. His mouth never left yours while he worked you to an orgasm on his fingers. 

Then, and only then, did Jake request you turn over, wedge a pillow under your hips, and leave a line of kisses down the length of your spine. 

You couldn’t help but squirm a little when he pulled your cheeks apart. You’d never felt more exposed in your life, but your husband was quick to quell any of your concerns when he asked in an awed whisper, “Nena, can I kiss you here?” 

“Mmm…oh-okay,” you consented and jerked again when you felt his hot breath on your most vulnerable spot, followed by a brush of his lips. 

Next came the snick of the cap of the bottle being opened, and moments later, Jake massaged lube around your wrinkled skin to coat it thoroughly. He may have been excited, but your husband knew he had to be gentle with you. 

Though Jake had gotten you accustomed to much more, you could never stifle the little “ah” you made when the pad of his finger breached your rim. He coaxed more of his digit inside of you, taking ample time to allow you to adjust. 

Jake checked in with you. “How does that feel?” 

“It’s okay,” you told him, “you can move.” 

He proceeded like that, constantly touching base with you as he fed two more fingers into your tight pucker. Your husband’s preparation was a steady stream of “are you okay nena?”, “you feel good? Papi wants you to feel good,” and other praise. 

So thorough was Jake in opening you up that he’d lost his erection by the time you’d given him the go-ahead to enter you. He wasn’t exactly miffed by this development, because he knew precisely how he wanted to get it back. 

Even more lube was drizzled onto your bum, then Jake slicked up his cock to wedge it between your plush cheeks and began to grind himself between them. There was no way to muffle the rumble in his chest at the feel of your ass smothering his cock, the lube providing the necessary slip, and he was damn near entranced by his cockhead reappearing each time from the cleft of your ass. 

You helped him, working your hips back to meet his while he humped you. It felt amazing, and your asshole clenched at the thought that he’d be inside you soon. Fucking your ass cheeks got Jake back to full mast in no time. You were beginning to lose yourself in the rhythmic sliding of your bodies when you husband draped himself over your back to ask in a murmur, “Can I put it in, nena?” 

“Uh huh,” you confirmed, “just go slow please.” 

“Claro que si,” Jake assured you, placing a kiss behind your ear before he straightened up. 

He applied even more lube to your now winking asshole and his dick before he notched the tip at your entrance. “Estas lista?” 

“Yes honey, please,” his cockhead at your pucker felt like a promise you were now desperate for him to make good on. 

Jake’s tip popped past the ring of muscle and you nearly bit down on the linens below you. It was intense, though not altogether painful like you’d feared. You focused on keeping your breathing even as your husband continued to sink inside of you, becoming lightheaded from the overwhelming feeling of fullness in your ass and the deep pulls of oxygen you were pumping into your lungs. 

“Bien?” Jake asked. The strain in his voice was evident. 

“Yeah,” was the most you could manage. 

“How do you feel?” 

“Like I want more,” you told him truthfully. The feeling of having your husband’s dick up your bum was dizzying, deliciously too much, like a scab you weirdly enjoyed picking. 

You experimentally fluttered your muscles around his length and even though Jake was a loving, patient man, even he could not resist the thrust and groan that the move prompted. “Feel good, Papi? Like everything you’ve wanted?”

Jake began moving his hips slowly, “And more.” 

While the view of the sea outside of your window was stunning, Jake didn’t think he’d ever seen a sight he’d enjoy more than his throbbing cock splitting your ass in half over and over again.  

“You…you feel so big like this,” you gasped. “So huge inside me.” 

“Joder, mami, you can’t just say things like that,” he cautioned you as he continued to plow you. 

“Buh-but I can’t help it,” you confessed, and your mind quickly supplied what to say next to drive him absolutely wild. “Fucking me so deep, Papi.”

“Nnnngnnn,” came Jake’s scintillating reply. By now, most of the burn had faded from your channel and you could focus on the delicious stretch in your rear from his cock.

You honestly couldn’t believe how good it felt. Fingers and fantasies were one thing, plus you were fully prepared to take one for the team, to be a good wife and try it even if you weren't keen on the idea. But now you were the slightest bit ashamed to admit that you kind of loved having a cock in your ass. Or maybe it was the fact it was your husband’s thick erection filling you. 

Jake’s brain did nearly explode when you began meeting his thrusts, rocking back on your knees so he could penetrate you deeper. Your ass was absolutely suffocating his cock with its heat and clench around him, he truly believed he could live inside of you forever if you’d let him. 

The two of you communicated exclusively in gasps in grunts, the slap of skin on skin reverberating throughout the suite while you drowned each other in pleasure. You knew when Jake picked up the rate of his thrusts and began growling that he was close and oh, it was different to have your ass filled with cum rather than your pussy. 

You’d barely recovered from Jake easing his cock out of you when you were flipped onto your back and your husband buried his face between your legs. A high-pitched moan tore out from you when his tongue probed your now slightly gaping asshole to collect his cum. 

Jake didn’t stop there, licking around your cleft and spearing his tongue to circle its tip around your sensitive rim. He only relented when you gently pushed his face away from overstimulation. Between your earlier orgasm and the passion of what you had just shared with Jake, you needed to rest.  

He rose back to be level with your face, whispering “thank you” non-stop as he collected you in his arms. “I guess I have to be extra good from now on.”

“Mmmm?” you sought clarification with a sleepy hum. 

“We need to do that again so I can’t piss you off anymore,” he explained. 

You chuckled. “Exactly right, esposo.” 

He inhaled deeply, taking a deep whiff of your hair to smell the faint citrusy scent of your shampoo before he left the bed. To his credit, Jake was excellent with the post-anal aftercare. He drew you a bath, ordered everything you wanted from (the heinously expensive in his opinion) room service, rubbed some petroleum jelly on your pucker to soothe it. He cuddled you in bed, long after the sun sank beyond the horizon, until you drifted off later that evening. 

***

“Good morning!” the concierge Helena greeted you as you approached her desk. 

“Hi there,” you chirped back. The boys slept in this morning, which gave you the opportunity to sneak down to the lobby and square away the details for today’s day trip that you and Steven planned on taking. “Could I please have a copy of the ferry schedule?”

“Of course, Mrs. Spector,” one week in and you still got a little flutter every time someone called you that, “where are you headed?” 

“Delos,” you told her. 

“A must when visiting Mykonos. We’d be happy to arrange a private tour of the island for you and your husband,” Helena offered, “We have relationships with a few exceptional guides on Delos and–”

“Oh that won’t be necessary,” you tried to turn her down gently. “But thanks for the offer.” 

“Are you sure?” she asked. “There’s so much history there.” 

“My husband’s a professor of ancient civilizations,” you explained as she passed you the little flyer with the ferry timetable, “he’s been researching Delos since we booked this trip months ago.” 

“Huh, I thought he said he was a consultant,” Helena’s colleague, a male concierge who’d welcomed you, chimed in. 

“He is,” you covered, thinking fast, “He teaches and consults with archaeologists on digs.” 

“You’ll be well set then” Helena concluded with a smile. 

“Yes,” you agreed, “I won’t be surprised if by the end of the day, I’ll be able to lead a tour of the island.” 

Your prediction was more or less correct. Steven’s eyes lit up as Delos came into view from the ferry’s bow. He’d already briefed you on the early history and beginnings of the island on the ride over. Anyone else, it would be pedantic and infuriating, but Steven was so genuinely invested that his urge to share about the island was endearing, his enthusiasm about its lore contagious. 

You two meandered through the breathtaking ruins hand-in-hand. Steven’s unofficial tour of the island was so engaging that you clocked a few American tourists loitering near you, eavesdropping to hear all of your husband’s in-depth knowledge of the different statues and remains of the site. 

Your husband remained blissfully oblivious, and you didn’t mind the audience. You’d gotten your picture at the Terrace of the Lions, and besides, Steven was at his best like this. You thought back to when you first met and started dating him: his hunched posture, general jumpiness, the way he’d hedge and second-guess himself. Those facets of him had already melted away to an extent now that all four of you had settled into a groove that worked for everyone, but when Steven had a chance to talk about the subjects he was passionate about, he was calm, confident, and charismatic. He shone brighter than the blazing Greek sun and it warmed your heart more than words could ever describe to see your darling husband so effortlessly in his element. 

So taken were you by his swagger that you interrupted his latest lecture about Cleopatra or something as you strolled to the Temple of The Delians, walking him back into one of the tall, ancient pillars to kiss him senseless. 

“Blimey,” he sighed when you broke apart, “what was that for?” 

You cocked your head playfully, “Do I need a reason to kiss my smart, sexy husband?” 

“No,” he conceded with a sheepish smile playing across his lips. 

You crowded closer to his body, his spine now pressed against the millennia-old, unyielding marble.

“These broad shoulders, all this golden skin…you look like a Greek god, you know,” you informed him while your hands traveled the cotton-covered expanse of his body. You pressed yourself impossibly closer to his body. 

“Careful,” he warned you,“because soon this column won’t be the only thing as hard as stone.” 

“Oh yeah?” Your tone was a playful challenge as you palmed his hardness through his shorts. 

He groaned, “Babe…”

You withdrew your hand from his crotch. “Wanna feel what you do to me? So we’re even?” 

He nodded feverishly to accept your offer and slipped his hand under the skirt of your sundress to dip his fingers inside of your lacy panties and feel you. 

“So wet,” he observed reverently, playing with your folds and bud, “All this for me?”

“It’s certainly not for the ruins,” you quipped. 

He slipped a finger inside you for your cheekiness, and you instantly tightened around him with a little whimper. 

“Only you could make me want to cut a trip to Delos short,” he mused, slowly withdrawing his finger from your cunt, wiping your wetness on your panties, so as not to draw any attention. 

“I’ll behave myself,” you promised, smoothing down your skirt. “Delos was your only honeymoon request.” 

Steven’s hand took yours once again. “This and more lingerie fashion shows.” 

You squeezed his hand, “Play your cards right and I'll give you a good one later.” 

***

You’d put on quite the naughty fashion show for Steven when you returned to the suite and between the vigorous fucking your little act had resulted in and a day of sightseeing in the sun, you two passed out cold post-coitus. 

Marc had woken up with you just as the sun disappeared below the horizon and suggested a dip to cool and rinse you off after your earlier lovemaking. You knew what “a dip in the pool” meant when your husband suggested it, but what you hadn’t expected was to be bent over your balcony in the Grecian twilight in the nude while your husband railed you from behind.

“Now this is a beautiful view,” he remarked as he pounded you. “I have the ocean and your ass jiggling without having to turn my head.” 

Words escaped you at the moment. You were bowed over the rail, indescribably full in this position, equal parts thrilled and terrified that people could see your husband using your pussy in the dwindling sun.

Marc pulled your ass cheeks apart to get a better look at his cock as it was sucked in by your cunt. He kept a hand holding you open while the other massaged the wrinkled skin of your pucker, causing you to convulse at the unexpected touch. 

“I get your ass next,” he declared, “It was so hot watching Jake take it…fuck, like a porno just for me and Steven. You were so beautiful.” 

You mewled. As dirty as Marc liked to be, he could never abandon his adoration of you. You belonged to one another, each of you placing your trust, respect, vulnerability in the other’s hands to have absolutely shameless sex like this. 

“Duh-duh-do…do you think anyone can see?” You wondered out loud. 

“Dunno,” Marc replied, still thumbing your asshole. “Probably not but I don’t care if they do, because you’re mine. Right, baby?” 

“Yeah,” you instantly concurred . “All yours daddy.” 

The use of the pet name spurred Marc to spin you around so that your back was up against the crossbeam that made up the railing. He hitched your leg around his thick hips and plunged back into your needy core swiftly. 

“So beautiful,” he repeated again now that you were facing each other. “So goddamn gorgeous.” 

“Such a slut for you Marc,” you rambled, your breath hitching when his hand dropped between you once more, this time to strum at your clit. 

“Fuck yeah,” he grunted. “My wife is a slut for me and only me, you’ve got everyone else fooled.” 

“It’s ‘cause you fuck me like this,” you provided, “‘s why I married you, no one else can make me come so hard.” 

Marc redoubled his efforts on your little nub, now fully peeking out from its hood. “That’s right, come for me baby.” 

Who were you to disobey? You had to bite your lip to muffle your mind as the fire of your orgasm licked through every corner of your body. Your hands gripped the wooden railing for dear life as it spread throughout your limbs. 

Marc followed shortly after you, burying his face into your shoulder as he released deep into your heat with a satisfied groan. He brought your lips together once he finished, capturing you in tender liplock, allowing his cock to soften inside you before extracting it. 

“Let’s never go back to London,” you proposed. 

You could feel Marc’s amused smile against your skin. “Deal.” 

Of course you had to, but it was nice to pretend as if you all didn’t have lives to go back to in two and a half days, even if only for a moment. 

***

The next morning, your last full day in Greece, you didn’t want to get out of bed. Your airtight, logical reasoning was if you didn’t wake up the day couldn’t start and pass you by. Plus, you were too comfortable to move. Your back and neck were supported by fluffy pillows, your legs were splayed open and damn, there was the most delightful sensation between them. 

It took embarrassingly long for your sleep and pleasure-addled brain to realize that your husband was feasting at you. You eyes blinked open to find the covers pushed back and his inky curls at the apex of your thighs. You moaned, and when he flicked his tongue in quick succession over your clit, you knew it was Steven. 

“Honey.” 

“Oh you’re awake,” he grinned, his chin wet from your slick when he briefly separated himself from your cunt to greet you. “Brilliant.” 

…And he went right back to eating you out like a starving man. You gasped, your fingers curled into his locks, and you jolted into a sitting position as Steven continued. Already the steady pulse of pleasure beat through you indicating that your climax was near. 

“How long have you been at this, baby?” 

“Dunno,” he murmured against your slit, “a while.” 

“Yeah?” Your voice was barely more than a rasp. “Woke up hungry for some pussy?” 

He moaned and nodded his head with his tongue firmly shoved against your bud and fuck, yep that did it. You came with a keen, your thighs trembling and your fingers clawing at the crisp white sheets.

Steven retreated some while your orgasm wracked your body, then dove right back in. You tried to twist away from him, still so sensitive, but Steven wrapped his muscled arms around your twitching legs to hold you still. 

“Baby,” you attempted to protest. 

“Need it,” he countered, his voice reedy. 

You pet his curls and tried to keep your legs steady as his morning scruff tickled your inner thighs. At least he eased back in to his assault on your cunt, dropping the lightest kisses on the crease where your thighs meet your groin before lapping at you once more.

He was trying to get as much of you wet as he could, it felt like, before he narrowed his target to just licking stripes from your asshole to your clit. Only once he had you dripping to his liking did he return to stick his tongue in your hole, gulping down your taste, moving to your clit shortly thereafter. 

By that point it didn’t take much for you to erupt on his tongue, awarding Steven another orgasm that you could feel from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. 

You were not proud to admit that you kind of zoned out at that point, Steven’s mouth enshrined you in a haze of pleasure so dense that you just kind of floated atop it. Your husband seemed to be having the time of his life down there, so you were more than content to submit his ministrations.

You couldn’t really remember your name anymore but did it matter? Did you actually need to know your name to receive all of this ecstasy? 

He pulled one - wait maybe it was two? - orgasms out of you - solely with his mouth before Steven’s fingers joined in. He performed a variation of your favorite move, sucking on your clit and instead of finger-fucking you, his digits pressed deep inside of your pussy. He stroked your walls,  fingertips searching for that special spot. He found it, then your sweet Steven proceeded  to abuse the ever-loving fuck out of it. 

You could feel the magnitude of the orgasm building rapidly, more rapidly than you were used to, yet nevertheless you canted your hips against Steven’s mouth and fingers as you hurdled toward your peak.  Your release arrived with a distinct feeling of letting go, an uncontrollable sensation, but Steven wouldn’t stop worshiping your pussy, which wrenched a pitiful, strained wail from your mouth as you peaked. 

It was as if you couldn’t stop coming. You'd never experienced anything like this before, and although it felt magnificent, it scared you some too. 

Steven’s voice brought you back. “Fuck, that was hot.”

Your vision returned and you peered down at him to ask, “Did I just squirt?” 

“Yeah,” he confirmed, his face a portrait of sheer wonder. “It was bloody amazing.” 

“Ohmygod” you reeled, words coming out on a rush. “I didn’t know I could do that.” 

A flash of movement caught your eye. Steven gripped his cock which looked painfully hard, the top purpled and leaking. 

“C’mere baby,” you cooed, motioning toward you. “Use my mouth.” You couldn’t do much currently, but you could do this. 

Steven didn’t need to be told twice, awkwardly walking on his knees so he was straddling your chest. You gave his erection a few swipes of your tongue before you looked up at your husband, your eyes beckoning him to fuck your mouth like he needed to after denying himself pleasure for so long. You gripped onto his muscled, pillowy ass cheeks while he feverishly pistoned his dick into the warm suction of your mouth, the loveliest little sounds and cries escaping him. 

Given the events of this morning, it wasn’t long before you were swallowing down Steven’s cum. The size of his load indicated how pent up he’d been, and you struggled to swallow all of his hot seed down in one gulp. Your husband swung his leg over your body and collapsed next to you, the two of you rendered silent after the intense lovemaking you’d just shared. 

“Blimey,” Steven remarked. “You alright, babe? Need anything?” 

You nuzzled into his chest. “I’m hungry.”  

“Yeah, we both worked up quite the appetite, didn’t we?” he chuckled. 

You joined in, amused. “If only we could subsist off each other’s bodily fluids.” 

“We definitely wouldn’t have left the room this week if that had been the case,” he pointed out. “I think the restaurant’s still serving breakfast if we hurry.”

“Can’t we get room service? I can’t move.” You pulled the covers over your head in protest. 

“But it’s so bloody expensive,” he bemoaned. 

You revealed your face to fire back, “Well, you should’ve thought of that before you made me squirt because you’ve rendered my legs useless.” 

Steven’s expression became tinged with concern. “You sure you’re alright?” 

“Yes,” you assuaged him once again, “but four orgasms tends to take it out of you. Plus, baby, it’s our last day here, we should treat ourselves.” 

Your husband relented, reaching for the in-room phone, “Want the bowl you had last time?”

You nodded, just absolutely beaming now that you’d gotten your way, and planted a wet kiss on Steven’s cheek as he placed your breakfast order. 

He pulled you close to him once more after he hung up, and you pondered as he held you, “I can’t believe I’ll be back at work in forty-eight hours. I’ll be meant to be catching up on emails and all I’ll be able to think about is how well you three fucked me.” 

Steven hummed in a mix of agreement and satisfaction. “We certainly made the most of it, didn’t we? It’ll be tough to go back to our usual routine and not shag at least two times a day.”

“How did we even do it?” you giggled. 

“No idea,” he played along, then tilted your chin up to kiss you gingerly, sincerely. “I think it’s safe to say our marriage has gotten off to a cracking start however.” 

You reconnected your lips, kissing him deeper. “Couldn’t agree more, my love.” 

A/N: hopefully this was worth the wait!! thank you again dawnsutopia for requesting and more fills to come soon! 

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Translations: 

Joder - Fuck 

Te gusta? Piensas que yo miro linda? - You like? Do you think I look cute? 

No, eres linda, pero ahora ves tan sexy - No, you’re cute but now you look so sexy 

Ven aquí - come here 

Por supuesto Papi - of course daddy

Joder si, nena - fuck yeah babe 

Bien, bien - okay, okay 

 Bueno, cuando quieres hacerlo? - good, when do you want to do it? 

Vamos - let’s go

Por favor - please 

Señora - Mrs. 

un poquito mas - a little more 

A tí, mi amor - to you, my love 

Claro que si - of course 

Estas lista - are you ready? 

esposo - husband 

[valentinedaughtler]

Tainted Opal-

Kaz Brekker x fem!reader

PART 1

A/N: This is a series I have posted on a few other platforms.

T/Ws: violence, romantic feelings, blood, mild spice scenes sometimes, fem!reader and she/her pronouns, sexual abuse/trauma (not explicit)

Synopsis: You are a a seductress who owns a large stolen jewelry business in Ketterdam. You approach Kaz for assistance after your business partner steals all of your money and your poison ring.

REQUESTS: OPEN✅

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1 - A ‘tell’ in poker

I found myself not being cornered, but on the opposite end of such a relationship.

The dark alleys of Ketterdam are for the faint of heart to be victim, but I had played that role too many times to repeat such. Instead, the Bastard of the Barrel stood before me, scrappier and more daunting than I had expected. Though, all I had to go off of were the blackened whispers of Ketterdam's constant voices.

As usual, I observed my surroundings, the alleyway in which I stand in became a map in my mind.

The silence was thicker than the fog of the docks, fear was beginning to pool like bile in my throat. Maybe this was a mistake.

"My apologies for cornering you in an alley, Mr. Brekker," my voice melted the silence like hot honey. Years of practice in my field allowed for faking demeanors to be easy. "I want to offer you a job," I cock my eyebrow slightly and saunter my way towards him.

He had a piercing stare stabbing my insides and twisting my flesh in odd ways. Showing weakness is an option that leads to downfall, I remind myself when I notice my faltering confidence.

"What job are you proposing?" He asks tersely. Tapping his cane between us, an invisible boundary being made. I cleared my throat, "one week ago, to the dot I might add, my partner went missing," I explained. "My business

partner, Arx Dam-Tres, and his wife were spotted at the nearby port, boarding a privately owned boat. Along with his dear darling, Rasmine, he took our shared wealth and my most prized ring-"

"What makes this ring so important? You're obviously willing to risk your life cornering me in an alley to retrieve it." He interrupts me. I peer at the many hiding spaces the dark night offers Ketterdam's voices. I've been told of Kaz's crow, Inej, I assume she wields her knife atop a building above me. The barrel of a gun glints in the moonlight. It comes from a window on the right, barely noticeable, but the one holding the trigger was slightly sloppy in their hiding.

"I'm aware that I have multiple threats to my flesh at all sides at the moment, so I'll get to the point. I'll pay 1 million kruge... upfront," I propose, smirking. Kaz shows the slightest hint of interest, I note that when he is intrigued, he right eyebrow raises and his lip twitches. 'A tell in poker' they call it. While dollar signs replace the pupils of Kaz's eyes, his lips part once more.

"For a price like that, this must be dangeruous. What makes this ring so special?" he rasps. His voice is rough, like coffee grounds thrown into a fire, adorned with an accent. The ignition of such flames sparked something inside me, but I ignore it promptly.

"Well, the ring was created by a fabricator and a shadow summoner," my eyes fall to one of my fingers where the ring should be. "The gold is valuable, but the real worth is on the opal stone hugged by said gold. It is infused with merzoft," I continue, noticing a slight flinch in Kaz when I state such. It's so difficult to tell what he is thinking, but I'm well known for my keen eye. "When the desire strikes me, it will poison those who kiss my ringed hand. I'm a seductress, it comes in handy." I let out a soft, sweet laugh. "My company is owned jointly between Arx and I, a luxury jewelry company of sorts... my products must come from somewhere," I say, shrugging at my implication.

"Why would Arx take the ring?"

"He knew the value, I assume, or Rasmine begged for it-..." my eyes widened as the realization fabricated its of in my mind, my faux demeanor cracking. "He's sailing to Ravka..., he boarded a ship with his wife and millions of kruge," I piece the puzzle together in a mess of words. "He is going to the Darkling, in hopes to learn he properties of the ring.... He won't stop there, Arx is going to make weaponry this way." A growing horror sprouts up in my stomach and wraps itself around my intestines like thorny vines. My panicked voice squeaks out, "I will pay you now, come with me, and we must leave tomorrow morning, I have a boat prepared. We need a crew-"

My frantic string of a tangent is snipped by Kaz's husky voice, "I haven't agreed to this yet." I notice he is getting the upper hand as my confidence is peeling like wallpaper. I calm my nerves, melding my personality back into what it was before.

"Arx had a good connection with your dear friend Pekka...," I cooed, regaining my former composure. His pupils dilate, the wall he built as a shield crumbles, but only for a split second. "You can finally get your revenge, little crow," I break the boundary he made with his cane, moving closer to him. "1 million kruge, a boat, and revenge," I whisper, "sounds like a fantastic reward."

Kaz walks backwards fluidly, his lanky body shrinking away from me. His jaw clenches as he grips his cane tighter. His knuckles must have turned white under those gloves.

"You bring all the kruge in cash here at midnight...,"

I smiled at a turned away, disappearing into the night, my heartbeat meshing with the countless others taking up borrowed space in the darkness of Ketterdam.

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Word count: 919

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Thank you everyone for reading, first chapters are frustrating to write due to their need for a hook, but also a yearn for explanation. It'll get better from here.

-Valentine

[theevilpickler]

No hate if you do or don't ship, I was just curious.

[theatherkid23]

Okey, but Madoka Magica x Ramshackle AU

Skipp - Madoka

Stone - Homura

Vinnie - kyoko

Tre - Mami

Maroon - Sayaka

Rigel - Nagisa

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Sarebbe utile una sorta di ideale guida tv omnicomprensiva, vero? Magari con dentro anche le rare e brevi proiezioni al cinema e le varie uscite in home video. Ottimo, ho proprio quello che fa al caso vostro! Non sarà la guida più fancy del web, ma ho cercato di essere il più completo possibile; di seguito trovate tutte le novità di ottobre, novembre e dicembre. Se la trovate utile scuoricinate, spolliciate, condividete, rebloggate, mettete fra i preferiti, passate parola... Tutto insieme o non fate nulla, è lo stesso. Come sempre, però, grazie di essere passati! 🫡

Il calendario è in continuo aggiornamento e giorni e orari di alcune serie potrebbero cambiare, quindi se notate errori o mancanze, segnalatemeli pure qua o sui social.

IN CORSO

DA DICEMBRE THE DAILY LIFE OF THE IMMORTAL KING (Stagione 4)

LUNEDÌ

14:30 STARDUST TELEPATH - GUARDA ORA 15:30 MIGI&DALI - GUARDA ORA 16:30 IL MISTERO DI RON KAMONOHASHI - GUARDA ORA 16:45 KAWAGOE BOYS SING: NOW OR NEVER - GUARDA ORA 17:30 DEAD MOUNT DEATH PLAY (Parte 2) - GUARDA ORA 18:00 SHY - GUARDA ORA 18:30 I'M IN LOVE WITH THE VILLAINESS - GUARDA ORA ※ La versione doppiata arriva alle 18:45! 19:00 A PLAYTHROUGH OF A CERTAIN DUDE'S VRMMO LIFE - GUARDA ORA

MARTEDÌ

17:00 PARADOX LIVE THE ANIMATION - GUARDA ORA 17:30 THE SAINTʼS MAGIC POWER IS OMNIPOTENT (Stagione 2) - GUARDA ORA 20:00 HANAKO-KUN: IL DOPOSCUOLA DELL'ACCADEMIA KAMOME - GUARDA ORA

MERCOLEDÌ

14:00 HEAVEN OFFICIAL’S BLESSING (Stagione 2) - GUARDA ORA 15:00 BULLBUSTER - GUARDA ORA 15:15 I'M GIVING THE DISGRACED NOBLE LADY I RESCUED A CRASH COURSE IN NAUGHTINESS - GUARDA ORA 18:00 UMAMUSUME: PRETTY DERBY (Stagione 3) - GUARDA ORA 18:45 KIZUNA NO ALLELE (Parte 2) - GUARDA ORA 19:00 16BIT SENSATION: ANOTHER LAYER - GUARDA ORA 19:25 KAMIERABI GOD.APP - GUARDA ORA 22:00 REBORN AS A VENDING MACHINE, I NOW WANDER THE DUNGEON - GUARDA ORA ※ Versione doppiata!

GIOVEDÌ

16:00 MY DAUGHTER LEFT THE NEST AND RETURNED AN S-RANK ADVENTURER - GUARDA ORA 16:30 DR. STONE (Stagione 3 - Parte 2) - GUARDA ORA ※ La versione doppiata arriva alle 16:45! 17:00 THE ANCIENT MAGUS' BRIDE (Stagione 2 - Parte 2) - GUARDA ORA ※ La versione doppiata arriva alle 22:00! 18:00 I QUATTRO FRATELLI YUZUKI - GUARDA ORA 18:15 LEI E IL SUO CANE DA GUARDIA - GUARDA ORA 19:00 JUJUTSU KAISEN (Stagione 2) - GUARDA ORA ※ La versione doppiata arriva alle 22:30! 19:45 UNDER NINJA - GUARDA ORA 20:00 RUROUNI KENSHIN - GUARDA ORA 21:00 THAT TIME I GOT REINCARNATED AS A SLIME (Stagione 2) - GUARDA ORA ※ Versione doppiata!

VENERDÌ

01:00 LINK CLICK (Stagione 2) - GUARDA ORA ※ Versione doppiata! 14:30 THE RISING OF THE SHIELD HERO (Stagione 3) - GUARDA ORA 16:30 OUR DATING STORY: THE EXPERIENCED YOU AND THE INEXPERIENCED ME - GUARDA ORA 17:00 FRIEREN - OLTRE LA FINE DEL VIAGGIO - GUARDA ORA ※ La versione doppiata arriva alle 21:30! 17:30 LET ME CHECK THE WALKTHROUGH FIRST - GUARDA ORA 18:30 REIGN OF THE SEVEN SPELLBLADES - GUARDA ORA 18:30 HYPNOSISMIC -DIVISION RAP BATTLE- RHYME ANIMA (Stagione 2) - GUARDA ORA 19:00 ARKNIGHTS (Stagione 2) - GUARDA ORA 19:30 THE KINGDOMS OF RUIN - GUARDA ORA 21:00 GIRLFRIEND, GIRLFRIEND (Stagione 2) - GUARDA ORA

SABATO

04:30 SHADOWVERSE FLAME - GUARDA ORA 11:00 FIREFIGHTER DAIGO: RESCUER IN ORANGE - GUARDA ORA 13:45 POWER OF HOPE: PRECURE FULL BLOOM - GUARDA ORA 15:30 THE FARAWAY PALADIN (Stagione 2) - GUARDA ORA 17:30 SPY X FAMILY (Stagione 2) - GUARDA ORA ※ La versione doppiata arriva alle 21:00! 18:00 MY NEW BOSS IS GOOFY - GUARDA ORA 18:15 TEARMOON EMPIRE - GUARDA ORA 18:30 A RETURNER'S MAGIC SHOULD BE SPECIAL - GUARDA ORA 19:00 BUTAREBA: THE STORY OF A MAN TURNED INTO A PIG - GUARDA ORA 19:30 I SHALL SURVIVE USING POTIONS! - GUARDA ORA 20:15 IL MONOLOGO DELLA SPEZIALE - GUARDA ORA

DOMENICA

03:45 THE IDOLM@STER MILLION LIVE! - GUARDA ORA 11:00 CAPTAIN TSUBASA (Stagione 2) - GUARDA ORA 11:30 SHANGRI-LA FRONTIER - GUARDA ORA ※ La versione doppiata arriva alle 21:00! 16:00 THE 100 GIRLFRIENDS WHO REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY LOVE YOU - GUARDA ORA 16:15 THE FAMILY CIRCUMSTANCES OF THE IRREGULAR WITCH - GUARDA ORA 16:30 OVERTAKE! - GUARDA ORA 16:45 ONE PIECE - GUARDA ORA 17:30 BERSERK OF GLUTTONY - GUARDA ORA 18:00 MF GHOST - GUARDA ORA 19:15 MUSHOKU TENSEI: JOBLESS REINCARNATION (Stagione 2) - GUARDA ORA ※ Versione doppiata! 21:45 ZOM 100: BUCKET LIST OF THE DEAD - GUARDA ORA ※ Versione doppiata! 22:30 DEMON SLAYER: KIMETSU NO YAIBA (Stagione 3) - GUARDA ORA ※ Versione doppiata!

COMPLETI

31 OTTOBRE THAT TIME I GOT REINCARNATED AS A SLIME: VISIONS OF COLEUS

5 NOVEMBRE ATTACK ON TITAN: FINAL SEASON - THE FINAL CHAPTERS (Parte 2)

17 NOVEMBRE SUZUME

5 DICEMBRE THAT TIME I GOT REINCARNATED AS A SLIME: VISIONS OF COLEUS

15 DICEMBRE PSYCHO-PASS: PROVIDENCE

22 DICEMBRE KAINA OF THE GREAT SNOW SEA: STAR SAGE 🆕

27 DICEMBRE DROPKICK ON MY DEVIL!!: APOCALYPSE DAY

29 DICEMBRE BURN THE WITCH #0.8 🆕

IN CORSO

VENERDÌ

21:00 GOBLIN SLAYER (Stagione 2) - GUARDA ORA

COMPLETI

31 OTTOBRE SOUL EATER

1 NOVEMBRE

CITY HUNTER (Terza e Quarta Stagione)

NARUTO SHIPPUDEN (Prima Stagione)

2 NOVEMBRE

DRAGON BALL (Prima Stagione)

DRAGON BALL Z (Prima Stagione)

7 NOVEMBRE SWORD ART ONLINE PROGRESSIVE: SCHERZO OF DEEP NIGHT ※ Solo acquisto o noleggio

8 NOVEMBRE EVANGELION 3.0+1.11 THRICE UPON A TIME (Versione Dynit) ※ Solo acquisto o noleggio

1 DICEMBRE FAIRY TAIL (Stagione 5 e 6)

9 DICEMBRE

DRAGON BALL (Seconda Stagione)

DRAGON BALL: IL TORNEO DI MIIFAN

1 GENNAIO NARUTO SHIPPUDEN (Terza Stagione) 🆕

IN CORSO

LUNEDÌ

19:30 LO SPADACCINO DEMONIACO ALL'ACCADEMIA DELLE ARMI SACRE - GUARDA ORA

MARTEDÌ

19:30 HELCK - GUARDA ORA

MERCOLEDÌ

16:30 THE EMINENCE IN SHADOW - UN GIORNO SARÒ L'EMINENZA GRIGIA (Stagione 2) - GUARDA ORA

SABATO

16:30 I TORMENTI DELLA VAMPIRA RECLUSA - GUARDA ORA 19:30 PROTOCOL: RAIN - GUARDA ORA 19:30 RAGNA CRIMSON - GUARDA ORA

DOMENICA

20:00 DARK GATHERING - GUARDA ORA

Latecast / Recuperi

LUNEDÌ SLAYERS

MARTEDÌ

IL CAVALIERE DELL'AREA DI RIGORE

THE DANGERS IN MY HEART (Stagione 1) ※ Versione doppiata!

MERCOLEDÌ

KEN IL GUERRIERO

I CAVALIERI DELLO ZODIACO - SAINT SEYA: SOUL OF GOLD

GIOVEDÌ TUTOR HITMAN REBORN ※ Versione doppiata!

VENERDÌ USHIO E TORA ※ Versione doppiata!

COMPLETI

8 OTTOBRE LUPIN THE 3RD - SPADA ZANTETSU, INFUOCATI!

9 NOVEMBRE HEN - BIZZARRO

15 DICEMBRE CYBORG 009 - LA LEGGENDA DELLA SUPERGALASSIA 🆕

IN CORSO

IN ARRIVO (Soon™) THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS: FOUR KNIGHTS OF THE APOCALYPSE

COMPLETI

12 OTTOBRE GOOD NIGHT WORLD - GUARDA ORA

19 OTTOBRE CAPTAIN LASERHAWK: A BLOOD DRAGON REMIX - GUARDA ORA

26 OTTOBRE PLUTO - GUARDA ORA

2 NOVEMBRE ONIMUSHA - GUARDA ORA

3 NOVEMBRE BLUE EYE SAMURAI - GUARDA ORA

9 NOVEMBRE AKUMA-KUN - GUARDA ORA

17 NOVEMBRE SCOTT PILGRIM: LA SERIE - GUARDA ORA

23 NOVEMBRE MY DAEMON - GUARDA ORA

24 NOVEMBRE POKÉMON: MAESTRO DI POKÉMON - LA SERIE - GUARDA ORA

28 NOVEMBRE ONMYOJI - GUARDA ORA

14 DICEMBRE YU YU HAKUSHO (Live Action) - GUARDA ORA 🆕

28 DICEMBRE LA CONCIERGE POKÉMON - GUARDA ORA 🆕

IN CORSO

TOKYO REVENGERS (Stagione 3 - Tenkiju Ar) - GUARDA ORA

UNDEAD UNLUCK - GUARDA ORA 🆕

COMPLETI

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4 OTTOBRE HUNTER X HUNTER (Parte 5) - ACQUISTA

11 OTTOBRE LUPIN III - TV MOVIE COLLECTION 1992-1994 - ACQUISTA

25 OTTOBRE OVERLORD (Stagione 1) - ACQUISTA

26 OTTOBRE DRAGON BALL SUPER (Parte 5) - ACQUISTA

1 NOVEMBRE

FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST BROTHERHOOD (Edizione Gate of Truth) - ACQUISTA

EVANGELION 3.0+1.11 THRICE UPON A TIME (Edizione First Press) - ACQUISTA

SWORD ART ONLINE PROGRESSIVE: SCHERZO OF DEEP NIGHT (Limited Edition) - ACQUISTA

8 NOVEMBRE

BERSERK - LA SERIE TV (Ristampa Variant Art) - ACQUISTA

FINAL FANTASY XV - KINGSGLAIVE (4K UHD+HD) - ACQUISTA

15 NOVEMBRE

DRAGON BALL SUPER (Parte 6) - ACQUISTA

23 NOVEMBRE 21 DICEMBRE ROCKY JOE (Stagione 2 - Parte 1) - ACQUISTA

29 NOVEMBRE

BLEACH (Arc 14: Fall Of The Arrancar) - ACQUISTA

SPACE PIRATE CAPTAIN HARLOCK - ACQUISTA

11 DICEMBRE IL CASTELLO INVISIBILE - ACQUISTA 🆕

DAL 12 OTTOBRE INU-OH - ELENCO SALE

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Tiptoeing through the guest cast of “Glory of the Sea”

The press release mentions Deeks helping his Mom find an apartment but Pamela Reed is not in the guest cast.  In the “Flesh & Blood” press release, not only was Reed listed in the guest cast, the sub-headline of the press release mentioned her return.

Duncan Campbell as NCIS Special Agent Castor Returns from “Of Value” in mid-October.

John O'Hurley as Navy Rear Admiral Ted Gordon Longtime working actor in dramas, comedies, animated series, soap operas and as a game show host.  

Was Robert McSwain in Over the Top, J. Peterman in Seinfeld and Christopher Neff on Devious Maids.  Was the sixth host of The Family Feud, hosted the revival of To Tell The Truth in 2000 and currently hosts the National Dog Show on NBC every year on Thanksgiving,  

Soap opera roles include Greg Bennett in General Hospital, Greg Schaeffer in The Edge of Night, Keith Lane in Loving, Dr. James Grainger in The Young and the Restless, Stephen Slade in Santa Barbara, Allen Cooper in Valley of the Dolls and Kit Sterling on All My Children.

Guest starred in dramas including Heartbeat, Nurses, Dark Justice, Silk Stalkings, Baywatch, Sisters, Murder She Wrote, Baywatch Nights, The X-Files, Diagnosis Murder, Hercules, Ghost Coup, Sunset Beach, For Your Love, The Mullets, Come to Papa, Quintuplets, The Mentalist and Gravity Falls.

Comedy guest roles include appearances in Frasier, PigSty, Platypus Man, A Whole New Ballgame, Living Single, Ned and Stacey, Coach, Weird Science, Mad About You, Boy Meets World, The John Larroquette Show, Life with Roger, Lost on Earth, Men Behaving Badly, Damon, Ellen, The Weber Show, Son of the Beach, Sabrina the Teenage Witch, Style & Substance,  Josh & Drake, Hope & Faith, The Wizards of Waverly Place and Retired at 35.

Bryan Lillis as Jessie Fiore Lillis guest starred in episodes of The Suite Life on Deck, State of Georgia, Big Time Rush, Modern Family, Fam, 9-1-1 and Shining Vale.

Audrey Wasilewski as Meredith Huxley Voices characters in many animated projects.

Was Gwen Sheridan in Push, Anita Olson Respola in Mad Men and Pam Martin in Big Love.  Played Shirley Wilkes in the “Season No Evil” season two premiere of NCIS.

Guest starred in episodes of George & Leo, Total Security, Saved by the Bell:  The New Class, Sunset Beach, Sabrina the Teenage Witch, It’s Like You Know, Party of Five (2000), Ally McBeal, FreakyLinks, Charmed (2001), Even Stevens, Diagnosis Murder, State of Grace, The Nightmare Room, Providence, General Hospital, VIP, The Agency, For the People, 7the Heaven, ER, The West Wing, Columbo (2003), Friends, Tremors, Wonderfalls, Two and a Half Men, Without a Trace, Cold Case, Gilmore Girls, Inconceivable, Strong Medicine, Boston Legal, General Hospital: Night Shift, Pushing Daisies, Eli Stone, Private Practice, Monk, Bones, Saving Grace, 10 Things I Hate About You, Grey’s Anatomy, Outsourced, Last Man Standing, Southland, Hart of Dixie, Scandal, The Mindy Project, Shameless, Stalker, Justified, The Night Shift, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Criminal Minds, 9-1-1, Homecoming, Good Girls, Young Sheldon and Love Victor.

Charles Kohut as Jim Bones Was in episodes of Driven and Forbidden. Hanging with Chris O’Donnell and LL Cool J.

Brent McGregor as Long John Was Kurt Kaster in Friday Night Lights.  Had guest roles in My Own Worst Enemy, The Middle, We are Men and Shameless.  Was Rodney Romano in the season 10 “Detour” episode of NCIS.

Tre Hall as Marcus Moore Hall guest starred in episodes of Rebel, Ten Days in the Valley, Bosch, Lethal Weapon, Dear White People, Criminal Minds, The Rookie, Black Monday and was Carl Hammond in the “All Hands” season 19 episode of NCIS. Hall on set with his co-stars Caleb Castille and Daniela Ruah.

Written by:  Faythallegra Claude wrote season 13’s “Perception”.

Directed by:  Terence Nightingall directed "Expiration Date", "Old Tricks", "Warrior of Peace", "The Sound of Silence", “A Bloody Brilliant Plan” (which he co-wrote) and “Divided We Fall”.

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Dark Horse Records hedrar den legendariske artisten Joe Strummer med samlingsalbumet Joe Strummer 002: The Mescaleros Years För första gången någonsin släpps en samling av Strummers arbete med Mescaleros. Den nya boxen innehåller ej tidigare utgivna låtar, demos och ljudupptagningar av den kompletta Mescaleros-katalogen, exklusiva nya intervjuer, opublicerade bilder och mycket mer. Boxen släpps fredagen den 16 september. Dark Horse Records firar vad som skulle ha varit Joe Strummers 70-årsdag, den 21 augusti, med Joe Strummer 002: The Mescaleros Years - den första heltäckande samlingen någonsin som lyfter fram Strummers arbete med post-Clash-bandet The Mescaleros. Samlingen innehåller remastrade utgåvor av alla tre av bandets studioalbum, samt 15 sällsynta och outgivna spår som spänner över de första demos Joe skrev för Mescaleros, såväl som Ocean Of Dreams”, med Steve Jones från Sex Pistols på gitarr, och uttag av flera spår av Joes sista inspelningar med bandet. Det rikt kurerade boxsetet producerades av Joes änka Lucinda Tait och David Zonshine och innehåller exklusiva nya intervjuer med Joes vänner, medarbetare och med Mescaleros bandkamrater ihop med aldrig tidigare publicerade handskrivna anteckningar, texter och teckningar av Strummer hämtade ur Joe Strummers arkiv. Boxen innehåller fyra CD-skivor med 72-sidig bok och sju LP med 32-sidig bok, specialutgivna förpackningar och exklusiva konsttryck. Det första spåret från samlingen är den tidigare outgivna versionen av ’The Road To Rock ’N’ Roll (Demo)’ - tillgänglig att streama redan nu. Videon till låten skapades med hjälp av Joes teckningar och nedskrivna texter som finns i Strummers arkiv. Joe Strummer är mest känd som frontfigur för The Clash men producerade några av de mest spännande verken i sin karriär med The Mescaleros. Strummer sade under den här perioden att: “All that’s happening for me now is just a chancer’s bluff. I learned that fame is an illusion and everything about it is just a joke. I’m far more dangerous now, because I don’t care at all.” Joe Strummer 002: The Mescaleros Years belyser denna intensiva period av kreativitet från 1999-2002 och samlar för första gången extraordinära album som Rock Art and the X-Ray Style (1999), Global A Go-Go (2001) och postumt Streetcore (2003), tillsammans med Vibes Compass, en helt ny samling av 15 B-sidor och rariteter, inklusive tidiga demos av några av de första låtarna Joe skrev för Mescaleros som "The Road To Rock 'N' Roll" , ”X-Ray Style”, ”Techno D-Day”, såväl som den tidigare outgivna ”Secret Agent Man” och originalinspelningarna från Joes senaste sessioner, inklusive uttag av ”Get Down Moses”, ”Coma Girl” och låten ”Fantastic”. Alla album är remastrade speciellt för den här releasen av trefaldigt Grammy-belönade Paul Hicks (The Beatles, John Lennon, The Rolling Stones, David Bowie) och är förpackade med omfattande nya linernotes, outgivna bilder och fyra reproduktionstextblad med ackorddiagram från Strummers arkiv. "There's so much great music that Joe left us in his archive,” säger Joes änka och exekutive producent, Lucinda Tait. “We started this work with '001', so to focus on Joe's work with The Mescaleros was the natural second step on '002' because those songs he made with them just seemed to resonate so strongly and reinvigorated his connection with his audience at a level he hadn't experienced since his days with The Clash. “He was so excited to work with the Mescaleros and the reception he got from the press and fans was incredible, it gave him a whirlwind of energy and confidence and he was creatively fulfilled and happy. “His words are so beautiful and honest and together with the Mescaleros some fantastic tunes were created and to listen to some of the tunes recorded as outtakes for me was really special.” I år är det tjugo år sedan den legendariske Joe Strummer gick bort. Som punkpoet, musiker, kompositör, skådespelare och stilikon tillbringade Strummer sitt liv med att krossa musikaliska och kulturella gränser, dels som sångare i The Clash men också som soloartist. Hans låtar är lika angelägna och vitala idag som när de skrevs och Stummers politiskt laddade texter kastade ljus på sociala orättvisor och gav en röst åt arbetarklassens kamp och slog an hos legioner av fans och press, med Rolling Stones som kallade The Clash ”Värdens största rock & Roll-band”. Strummer sa en gång: “Without people, you’re nothing.” och genom sin konst spelade Joe Stummer sin roll i att forma världens musikaliska landskap och lämnade efter sig ett oöverträffat och tidlöst arv. Dark Horse Records George Harrisons passion inför att introducera världen för my musik resulterade i att han i maj 1974 startade Dark Horse Records. Bolaget hade en mängd olika begåvade artister på sin lista, inklusive George själv. Vid sidan av Joe Strummer innehåller det nylanserade Dark Horse Records även Billy Idol, Leon Russell, Benmont Tench med flera. För mer information besök www.darkhorserecords.com

För intervjuer kontakta: Anette Ståhl / Enmusa Music, tel: 0707-180 120 anette@enmusamusic.com För mer information kontakta Ulrika Hammar / BMG, Tel 0705-295 312 ulrika.hammar@bmg.com

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Caleb Landry Jones Shines in Offbeat Thriller

Abstract - Caleb Landry Jones shines as Douglas on this offbeat revenge thriller, delivering an electrifying and memorable efficiency. - The movie requires some suspension of disbelief because of its absurdist high quality, nevertheless it affords a contemporary tackle the revenge thriller style. - Luc Besson's DogMan explores themes of struggling and love by the distinctive connection between Douglas and a neighborhood of canines. There’s a sure option to expertise DogMan, visionary Luc Besson’s new thriller. For starters, finest to know Besson. He’s the person who gave us The Fifth Factor and Lucy, and people two movies exist exterior typical cinematic norms. They're as edgy as they're dreamy. DogMan affords one thing comparable. The very best factor to know going into the movie is that it's a bit bonkers from the get-go. With that in thoughts, it shouldn’t section you (a lot) to observe this trippy story of reclamation and the way far one man decides to go to take justice into his personal palms. DogMan wouldn’t be the movie it's, nonetheless, with out Caleb Landry Jones (X-Males: First Class, Get Out, Three Billboards Outdoors Ebbing, Missouri), enjoying the troubled but calculating Douglas, a person who survived an abusive previous and went on to remodel himself into one other form of creature completely. Jones delivers probably the most electrifying performances of the yr. It’s an award-worthy flip, though we doubt most business insiders will see it that manner. Maybe it doesn’t meet typical Oscar requirements. Nevertheless, Emma Stone grabbed the gold for taking part in a much more over-the-top particular person, so Landry deserves some credit score right here. Watch the movie for Landry. Then, savor the nuances. Using flashbacks, the movie tracks Douglas—from the jail interrogation room to childhood and past—revealing his traumatic early years, how the abused boy finally discovered salvation and got here into his personal, and the ballsy manner he sought justice by his reference to canines. Many canines, in reality. In case you recognize avant-garde and edgy movies with quirky protagonists on the middle of the story—and when you've got some endurance to permit this movie to win you over—DogMan is tail-wagging enjoyable. Let’s unpack it.

He Will Survive

DogMan 4/5 Launch DateApril 5, 2024 Runtime114 Minutes Professionals Caleb Landry Jones is implausible, portraying a genuinely memorable character in Douglas Munrow. The distinctive and offbeat story retains the revenge thriller feeling contemporary. Cons The absurdist high quality of the movie requires some suspension of disbelief, which can not land with audiences. The inspiration for DogMan got here partly from an article Luc Besson examine a French household who threw their very own youngster in a cage when he was simply 5. Interested in how that might have an effect on an individual mentally, Besson got down to write and direct DogMan, hoping to expound upon the common themes of struggling and love. Within the case of Douglas Munrow, the love comes from the unusual connection he develops with a neighborhood of canines.

Associated Finest Arthouse, Avant-Garde Horror Films of All Time In Hollywood, horror tends to be predictable and denigrated. However issues get fascinating when creative freedom and full creativity take the reigns. We first meet Douglas driving a truck with what seems to be a pack of untamed canines within the again. Douglas is in drag—blond wig, tres Marilyn—and we marvel if this movie is a couple of tormented drag performer. Sure and no. (Extra on that later.) Having been stopped by the police, Douglas stays calm, smiling knowingly. When Evelyn (JoJo T. Gibbs), a court-appointed psychologist, begins interrogating Douglas, we be taught extra about him by these classes and the way his robust connections to canines are shaped. Beneath the brutal rule of an abusive father (Clemens Schick), Douglas was locked in a cage of canines and compelled to exist there for years, we assume. His brown-nosing bully of an older brother (Lincoln Powell) isn’t a lot assist, however divine windfall inserts itself into Douglas’s state of affairs, providing an opportunity at freedom. But it surely comes with a worth—mobility. Instantly, in a wheelchair with restricted strolling skills, Douglas realizes who his true family members—and most loyal technique of help—are. Canine. There’s a pleasant absurdist high quality to this movie, and it requires some suspension of perception—or not—when Douglas’ canines reveal simply how fine-tuned they're to their human companion. We “received” it. Whether or not audiences will stays to be seen, nevertheless it’s onerous to disclaim simply how shut our connections to our four-legged buddies can truly be.

A Revenge Thriller With a Twist

DogMan additionally inserts a becoming B story—fortunately not cloying—involving Evelyn, a single mom, who herself has been beneath the watchful eye of an opinionated guardian—albeit far much less harsh than Caleb’s brutal "caregiver." That plot affords the film a way of groundedness and a option to peek into Caleb’s story as Evelyn items collectively how Douglas wound up sitting earlier than her. JoJo T. Gibbs, who shined within the comedy Twenties, is extra critical right here, and her empathy for Douglas additionally permits us to spend money on the character and this story's end result.

Associated 10 Film Protagonists With Uncommon Backstories These distinctive backstories is probably not relatable to everybody, however they've nonetheless gone on to turn out to be among the most beloved characters ever created. Let’s discuss Douglas, we could? In watching Caleb Landry Jones, one remembers Heath Ledger’s fever-dreamy portrayal of The Joker in The Darkish Knight. The whimsy, the figuring out smile, the calm but mysterious eyes—you by no means know what’s about to occur subsequent. Luc Besson presents us with a uncommon, memorable character. As destiny would have it, we be taught that grownup Douglas, in search of work, stumbles right into a gig singing in drag. Music, like canines, was a consolation, in spite of everything, and it’s right here that the movie shifts tonally for a bit as Douglas croons to make a dwelling. Edith Piaf’s La Vie en Rose has by no means been so richly captured or carried out. In the meantime, there are some gritty felony antics occurring on the streets, and Douglas, like Batman maybe, has positioned himself within the “protector” function. Conditions come to a boil, in fact. Criminals reveal themselves. Douglas, nonetheless nursing daddy-issue wounds and thirsty for revenge, takes enjoyment of orchestrating a sequence of outlandish but efficient measures to maintain justice in test. Break-ins, machine weapons, trick doorways, uber-sentient doggies figuring out simply what to do—oh my! It’s like a warped 101 Dalmatians by means of a fallen DC hero. And depraved enjoyable. If… you permit your self to simply float alongside and see the place this surreal story needs to take you. It additionally illuminates how a tragic aftermath in a single's life can play out in absurd twists. Ingenious, offbeat, and buoyed by Caleb Landry Jones’s tour de power efficiency. We must also give these canines credit score, too. They know simply patrol—typically with their jaws locked in your crotch. One can think about the lengths Luc Besson went to with canine trainers and practically 150 canines prancing round. By the appears to be like of it, these canines received down their cues. Backside line: DogMan is devilishly enjoyable, and Caleb Landry Jones instructions the display. DogMan opens in choose theaters on Mar. 29. Read the full article

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††BLACK MASS @ PANDEMONIO†† 10.1.2023

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