#WHAT IF IT PISSES PERRY OFF

[mammalsofaction]

THE SLIPPERS????????

[strikeserjndberry]

tired. Of eastermans bald ass.

[deadpoetsandlivinglegends]

Results are in:

Scrooge outfit: Neil, Todd, and Cameron

Heart Boxers: Knox, Charlie, and Pitts

Pink robe: Meeks and Keating

I will forever be indebted to anyone who draws fanarts of them in these outfits

[zhongscara]

scaras entire arc is literally such peak writing and you can SEE the writers trying (and failing) to recreate that with the other fatui members. crazy.

[jennrypan]

"Katy left the Earth and came back, of course she was relieved to come back and kiss the earth!!"

No one told her to take her stupid ass off this planet to give the earth a quick glance and come back faster than you can get food delivered. It's stupid as fuck and people saying "Oh it's their money/it's not that deep/let girls have fun" suck a dick.

People are allowed to call this stupid as fuck and unnecessary. Bitch could've went to ANY country in the world and do fuck all there but no. Let's go to space cuz "I have the money lol" fuck off. Shitty rich people need to be robbed and im SO serious.

[phinjeet]

ik you don’t like doofenshmirtz (which is valid) but how did you feel when phineas and ferb met him?

(sorry if you already made a post about this 😭)

* see im alwayz like “ehehe well i wouldnt say i Dont Like doof” n then i see an Image of him and it sendz me in2 a blind rage but i think itz mostly the fandomz attitude 2wardz him n perry that pissez me off cuz im like guyz therez other characterz GUYZ THE SHOW IZ CALLED PHINEAS AND FERB YK THEREZ OTHER CHARACTERZ RIGHT like ikkkkk i cant help loving the kidz n teenz n not giving a fuck abt doof/perry plot , n every1 else loving the doof/perry plot , WHATEVER (packz my belongingz in2 a bindle and walkz away sadly) but like i do genuinely enjoy a lot of hiz jokez n plot linez (at least earlier on , he becomez significantly harder 2 put up w when he lozez hiz accent in the later seazonz , n like u can Tellllll hez mr povenmirez Favoritest Specialest Little Oc and itz EXHAUSTINGGGGGG PERSONALLY , SO LIKE . YEA ID SAY I HAV A . STRAINED RELATIONSHIP W DOOF AZ A CHARACTER which mostly leanz 2wardz negativez closer 2 the showz end beuwhua)

* but he becomez sm less annoying when pnf n gang r there 4 me 2 obsess over , potentially only bc im distracted LMAO

* like at2d iz peak in general and it haz such an amazing plot that u could only ever get in 1. pnf 2. a movie 3. a Pnf Movie , w pnf finding out perryz a secret agent n everything , and it feelz like such an Event 2 see them meeting doof and getting along w him , unwittingly helping him build the other-dimension-inator while perry jugglez being in pet mode and thwarting him , they call him dr d and he callz them fellaz like hello thatz just adorable 2 me ?????

* also , less abt pnf themselvez , but im a big fan of doofz interactionz w izabella and baljeet in catu in particular , the thing w baljeet where theyre like “you mean astronomically .” “no i mean astrologically , here look at my horoscope” “virgo: you will be unable to access a planet by portal due to it being .. ASTRONOMICALLY . impossible” “okay so i guess we’re both right🙄” “(sigh)” THAT WAZ CUTE THAT WAZ FUNNY ….. doof just being an idiot 4 the sake of funniez pissez me AWFFF somtimez (the bit where he haz the bucket stuck on hiz head SIR U R A GROWN MAN) but itz a lot more enjoyable when the kidz r there 2 b like “wtf r u talking abt” . ig technically perryz uzually there 2 fill that role but he cant say it out loud . but izabella and baljeet will LMAO

* doof n isaz dynamic iz also rlly memorable , the way he insistz on being leader despite isaz far superior leadership skillz (baljeet siding w him briefly bc he Sounds Authoritative boy shut up/aff) , the “hey i dont come to where you work and tell you how to sell cupcakes🙄” line and the bit where isa givez him the getting back to earth patch like “EARN IT !!!” az she runz off n he just smilez after her , the way he learned 2 b more responsible thankz 2 her , therez smth so cute going on there that im honestly sad never got followed up on , n i doubt therell b a reazon 2 rlly explore it in s5 but ah . cute fun dynamic w thoze 2

* ig all in all ermm . i Luv seeing their worldz collide like this , 2 me doof feelz sm more grounded n fun when he haz some1 else 2 verbally bounce off of , like i cant say that hez a badly written character or whatever im just Deeply annoyed w him by the later episodez n the fun and fresh new dynamicz that come out of him n the kidz interacting r super entertaining , and again , probably wont b brought up in s5 much but i kinda hope they will b . like just 4 any reazon idk . make it happen 4 Me itll make me hate doof sm less JDJFNCJFJFJJX

* SRRY IF THIS IZ INCOHERENT/RAMBLY IM SO TIRED FJCJJ

[musingsofahistorymajor]

Okay I watched the Six Triple Eight movie and I've been sitting with it for the last couple of days just sorting my thoughts and reflecting on how I feel about it. So here are all of my thoughts. What I liked, loved, hated, disliked but begrudgingly accepted. All of it.

Overall I LOVED IT!! AAHHHH!!!! It was a great movie and the history was pretty damn on point and I'm still so thrilled to have this movie in existence!!!!!! WE HAVE A MOVIE ABOUT THE WACS!! ABOUT THE 6888!!! THAT THE PUBLIC IS WATCHING AND ENJOYING AND WANTING TO LEARN MORE!!!! THAT'S SO IMPORTANT TO ME!!! It was so amazing to see so many women on screen during a WWII/war movie. I cried many many times. I'm so happy you guys. So happy.

Were there mistakes? Absolutely. Did those mistakes piss me off? Of course. I always get pissed at historical mistakes and the WACs are my historical specialty. Heck I know the historical consultant personally. But I knew going in that this is a Tyler Perry movie on a Netflix budget so of course there were going to be mistakes and things that are embellished for entertainment purposes. I prepared myself for it. So yes, overall I'm very happy with the film.

But lets go deep into it shall we!

Putting in a read more because I am detailed and long winded lol

Let's start with what I feel like was the good.

First of all, and what I feel like is one of the MOST important things about this movie: We have a movie about WOMEN in WWII. About Women of COLOR in WWII. About the WOMEN'S ARMY CORPS itself. We have a movie where the WAC are at the forefront of a war movie instead of being blurry background images with no names faces or lines OR just nurses acting as a romantic plot device to lift a man's story before disappearing never to be heard from again. Now we have a full movie just about THEM. And I fucking love it!! I want MORE!!!! And this film is getting people interested in history and wanting to learn more about not only the WACs but the 6888 themselves which will lead to more interest in women's history and women's history during WWII which makes me so fucking happy I could SCREAM!!!!! That's so amazing and so important and if anyone wants some more resources to learn more hit me up! I'm happy to share things!

In terms of the plot/story I'm fairly pleased with it too. Knowing it's a lower budget Tyler Perry Netflix movie, I fully expected them to sensationalize, exaggerate and change a lot of the real history. And yes they did do this a few times but the meat of the story is accurate. A lot of the story was accurate. More accurate than I expected.

The processing of new WACs, the gas mask drill, the voyage over, the marching through the streets upon arrival in England, the state of the King Edward School, the process of sorting the mail, all of the extra steps they all took to locate the men, the church scene, the loss of several women, the scene of Adams saying "over my dead body", etc. were all TRUE. That happened!! And I loved how it was all shown. I really really do.

However, I don't like that they changed the reason Lena joined the WACs to go from fighting for her country to be a romantic/for a dude story. I'm so tired of amatanormativity jeezus christ. Why does everything have to have romance in it. I mean I get why they shoehorned that plot in there. It's for the public who expect and apparently need a romance plot or whatever. But yeah I didn't like that. Was it a good story? Sure I guess. If you don't know the truth and like romance plots. I mean, Lena and Hugh were already married when she decided to join the WACs.

I also don't like that they changed the story of the women who lost their lives. In fact this is the one plot point that infuriates me the most. The rest I could overlook and accept as film nonsense that was always gonna happen for dramatic effect. But this? What was the point. First of all it was 3 women who lost their lives. In a jeep accident. They were not blown up because they went off the prescribed course. They didn't even give them the names of the real women who died. Which were Dolores Browne, Mary Barlow, and Mary Barkston. The emotional impact was lovely and I may have cried a little watching it but that doesn't mean I'm not so mad that it was changed. At least that WAS included in the movie that women died. And the part about raising money for the caskets is true as well. Charity Adams wrote about it in her memoirs. They took up a collection to purchase caskets and sent 3 women who matched the deceased women's measurements to buy them. Then they gave them a Protestant (for 2 of them) and a Catholic (for 1 of them) ceremony. The 3 women are now buried in the Colleville-Sur-Mer Normandy American Cemetery. That was true. And I'm glad all of this was included because the regular movie watcher should know this happened even if the facts weren't quite right.

I loved the ending. A lot. I sobbed when they returned home and were saluted by the men who benefited from the work of the 6888th. I SOBBED when they started playing the real footage of the battalion and the interviews with the members. SOBBED. I was a fucking mess after that segment and I'm BEYOND glad that it was included. That was the most important part of the whole damn movie. This story is REAL and about REAL women and you should go learn about them!

I literally clapped and cheered during the marching segment. I'm such a nerd for proper WAC drill. That dress right dress and cover down was SO GOOD!! Anyone who's been at my mercy when trying to learn drill should know that it's not easy to do. But these ladies were SHARP and SNAPPY and BEAUTIFUL! Ugh I loved it! That's what I am my unit to look like one day! The marching itself was a little weird though. They were picking up their feet way too much. It's like they were stomping down the street when it should have been a smooth roll step. And some of the ladies didn't have the arm swing down either. But the eyes right and salute moment!?! Aaaaahhhh!!! I screamed!!! In a good way!!! That movement was so smooth!!! So good!! And it felt, emotionally, so good to watch this giant group of women march down the street. Ugh I loved that.

This one is unique to me but The Phantom!!! I may have waved at the Phantom like it's my friend lol. Shoutout to my friends who own that vehicle!! The Phantom is a star!! I've ridden in that vehicle many times!! And my other friends car is in the movie too!! So fun!!!

I like the montage of the work WACs did post graduation. That had the feeling of a WAC recruitment video and I enjoyed it a lot. That was cool AND ACCURATE!!!!!!!!

Kerry Washington and Milauna Jackson had great chemistry together and every time they were on screen together I was having a blast.

THE WAC BAND!! WAC BAND!! WAC MUSICIANS! THERE WERE WAC MUSICIANS!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! If you know me at all you know how OBSESSED with the WAC musicians I am. And the dance music for the movie was provided by the black WACs and I loved that. So. Much. Was it accurate to have a full WAC band stationed in England? Fuck no. Not at all. The 404th WAC band never left the US. Do I care? Not at all. I was too excited to see those women playing to care. Sorry not sorry.

Okay now the bad. Hoo boy.

Obviously what I've already stated above about the factual errors. The incorrect facts regarding Lena, the women who died, the made up General Halt (you couldn't pick an actual general to use? why did you make one up?), the conclusion of the inspection and the "over my dead body" situation, etc.

The uniforms. Oh my god the uniforms. What the hell happened!? Now I will say, IT COULD HAVE BEEN WORSE!!! So much worse!! We've seen worse!! At least they were all wearing correct uniform pieces. Every uniform they wore was correct. I saw correct service uniforms, correct HBTs, correct officer uniforms, mostly correct M43s (where the fuck were their leggings?!). So thank god for that. The problem is that the uniforms were so sloppy!! Throughout the movie I kept shaking my head over the sloppy uniforms. Hats that are not on people's head properly. Shirt collars that are popped or crooked. Ill fitting jackets. Garrison caps ok wrong. Crushed Hobby Hats. Leggings not worn or worn backwards. The purses on the WRONG shoulder!

Horrifying. But this stuff wasn't the most egregious error of the film! This is the WORST thing in it. The upside down officers cap badge on Milauna was the WORST. That is unforgivable. How does that even happen!?! How did no one see it and go "oh wait we gotta fix that?" Especially when Kerry Washington was in the same scene wearing the same uniform! How! Does! This! Happen!?! Utterly ridiculous.

I will say that I did chuckle for a bit because I kept thinking about my experience with the shit repro uniforms we have as reenactors and how I've dealt with a lot of the problems the movie had. I don't fit in original pieces so I have to rely on repros. I've dealt with my collars bunching weirdly, my hobby hat getting bent/crushed and not getting back into shape properly. I laughed out loud at the whole "my titties won't fit in my shirt" moment because SAME GIRL!! Big breasted girls know that pain. They make my shirt look so weird sometimes. Did I like the way it was said? Fuck no. I hated Johnnie's character so much. Why did she phrase it like that. Felt way too modern. Even if I could relate to trying to fit my big boobs into my wool shirt. And when I first started reenacting I definitely wore insignia wrong once or twice and once I put my garrison cap on backwards and didn't realize it and no one told me it was backwards so whoops. So I can accept some of the sloppiness because I've been there.

But just because I can relate to this all doesn't make it acceptable for a film! This is not something that should have shitty looking uniforms like this!! You have the time and the money and the resources!! The uniforms should fit and be worn CORRECTLY!! There is no excuse for the mistakes made. None. Not when you have all the references and access to veterans of the 6888 and a freaking historical advisor that I KNOW would have told you THIS IS WRONG! And so much of it is so easily fixable! Pull that hat down so it's on your head. Roll the hair up more. Curl her hair. Twist the insignia so it's the other way. Get her a bigger jacket and her a smaller one. EASY TO FIX.

I like a lot of the hair but the ones that were wrong were SO wrong it was PAINFUL! Johnnie's straight hair made me scream. It looked horrible all the time. Why did so many of them have their hair down below their collars at the dance!?!!!!! WHY!?!?! Sure it's pretty, but IT'S BELOW YOUR COLLAR!!!! STOP!!! Why was that one white WAC in a BUN!?! Why!!!??

And the salutes!!! HORRIBLE!! Salutes aren't that hard!! Why did they all either salute like a Brit with the palm facing front or with the most crooked hand ever.

Also plot wise, what was the point of introducing us to the supporting characters of all they were going to do was be a prop for Lena. We should have been given more about them. They needed more plots, more story, more characterization, more depth. I wanted more from them.

Overall I really really enjoyed the movie and the things that I disliked are not enough for me to say this was a bad movie. It wasn't. I do highly encourage everyone who watched the movie to check out some of the following resources to learn more about these incredible women:

One Woman's Army by Charity Adams Earley

Women of the 6888th website

The United States Army in World War II: Special Studies: The Women’s Army Corps by Mattie E. Treadwell

LTC Charity Adams, Oral History, 1990

Anna Mae Robertson, The “Six Triple Eight” A interview with PFC Anna Mae Wilson and her daughter Janice Banyard on the history of the 6888th

This page of the Women of 6888th website

To Serve My Country, to Serve My Race by Brenda L. Moore

“African American Women and the Women’s Army Corps during World War II.” by Morgan Carlton

Oral Histories of African American women during wwii

[metalheadsagainstfascism]

Gayle King going up to space and then talking like she's a fucking astronaut, like her to having a seat in the space shuttle because she's rich and famous somehow makes her the equivalent of a woman astronaut. Like the hate towards her and her billionaire project is somehow an act of sexism and an attack of women astronauts.

Makes me sick on a fundamental level as a woman in STEM.

Like... they're using the oppression of women to silence any dissenters of your little ego trip. And it pisses me off. Women still aren't treated equally in STEM fields, and elite class are using women's oppression as shields from criticisms, like Musk uses his children in violent threats, so they can have their little joy rides.

At least Katy Perry isn't acting like she's some astronaut contributing to women in aerospace because she wanted to have her little trip.

(Yes I'm separating elite class women from the every day woman. Gayle King does not understand what adversity the actual astronauts she went with had to go through to be in those seats. They couldn't just pay a shitton of money to go into space.)

-fae

[sincerelyneo]

birthday | h.rj

“so cover your eyes, i have a surprise”

💿now playing: birthday by katy perry

❯ summary: It’s your boyfriend’s first birthday with you. Too bad he’s too stubborn to tell you what he wants, leaving you to take matters into your own hands. Still, you’re certain the little blue set you have at the back of your closet will be just the perfect present for him.

❯ pairings: renjun x fem!reader

❯ genre: established relationship, smut, tooth rotting fluff.

❯ words: 5.9k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, smut, lingerie, birthday sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up), slight begging, praising, heavy petting, reader uses she/her pronouns, renjun calls reader his girl, renjun is very smitten, reader dresses up for renjun’s birthday.

a/n: i’m in the process of going through my old google docs to find my old fics and repost them.

“Could you please stop being so stubborn?!”

It’s the twelfth time this week you’ve asked Renjun what he wanted for his birthday. You’ve asked the boy so much you swear you’ve had this argument in every part of your house: the living room, the bedroom, the dining room, and even the bathroom. But today, your boyfriend is adamant he doesn’t want anything in the kitchen. 

“I don’t understand you sometimes,” you huff, folding your arms across your chest and pressing your weight against the island. “You had no problem telling Chenle and Mark what you wanted, why are you giving me a hard time?” 

Renjun chuckles to himself as he starts placing last night’s leftover pizza in the microwave. 

You’re right — he knows you’re right — and he thinks about how willing he was to tell Mark about the new expensive shoes he had seen and needed to have. 

“This isn’t funny!” You groan. 

“Baby, I’ve told you a thousand times, you don’t need to get me anything,” he finishes twiddling the dial before turning around and pressing his arms against the counter behind him. 

You notice the way the arm muscles, that his short-sleeved t-shirt was exposing, tense and the way his veins become more prominent. He always looks so hot in the morning, hair dishevelled and eyes droopy from staying up all night just to fuck you. And you swear, if you weren’t so goddamn mad at him right now you’d fall to your knees instantly and fumble with his pyjama bottoms. 

“But I just want to treat you, Jun,” you whine, bouncing a little in distress. Renjun sucks a breath between his teeth as his eyes flick to your boobs.

He pushes himself off the counter and pulls you into a big bear hug, he was good at giving those, and the two of you always knew the minute he engulfs you in them you become putty in his hands. 

“You spoil me enough already by being my girl,” he presses a soft kiss to your hair and you almost melt — but then you remember, this is the twelfth time he’s played this tactic to avoid this conversation —  and you were sure as hell not letting him whither out of it once again. 

You untangle his arms from your sides and watch him smirk as they fall. This is usually the part where you kiss his nose and tell him to stop being so cute, but not today — you’re pissed. 

“I’m not falling for it this time, Huang,” you shove your hands on your hips, “so quit playing around and just tell me what you want.”

He huffs, “Baby, do we have to do this now, it’s early.”

“Yes, we’re doing this now! You’re not getting any younger!”

He rolls his eyes. He just doesn’t get it. Why can’t you understand that he doesn’t want you to spend your money on him? He didn’t need you to pamper him with expensive gifts just to know that you love him. He already knows that — you make it very clear to him when you're screaming his name. He finds it ironic actually, that you’re the one calling him stubborn yet you won’t give up on this. And that’s when he gets his idea. 

“I know what I want-”. Your eyes light up with joy the minute he says it. “-I want you to stop asking me what I want. Now that would be the best present to date,” and now they’re dimming. 

“You’re impossible, you know that?!”

“It’s all a part of my charm,” he winks. 

The microwave beeps and Renjun lets out a sigh of relief as he pulls out the hot plate. He takes a bite, mouth full and says, 

“I know you’re not gonna drop this, so we’ll finish this after my pizza.” 

Then he saunters past you and into the living room.   

You in fact did not finish that conversation after Renjun’s pizza. You did try, but your boyfriend was great at nuzzling into your neck and gripping your thighs tight enough to distract you. 

So now, you’re standing here, in your kitchen, on his birthday, trying to make him breakfast as a last minute surprise. It was a small but possible gesture considering he had not given you anything to work with. 

Renjun stumbles out of the kitchen half asleep, hair all over the place with his sweatpants hanging off his hips. He rubs his eyes, wincing at the shriek of the smoke alarm that had woken him up. 

The sight he found in front of him was you, standing on top of the kitchen counter, frantically waving a dish towel at the smoke alarm to get it to stop. You’re covered in flour from trying to make pancakes from scratch, smoke steaming from the frying pan.

When the screeching does stop, you blow out a heavy frustrated sigh dropping your hands to your side noticing Renjun. He’s standing there, leaning against the door frame with a wide grin plastered on his face; looking from you to the kitchen that looks like a bomb exploded in it. 

"What's all this?" he asks, eyes lit up to match the amused look on his face.

You give him a sheepish smile. Gesturing to the plate of black pancakes on the bench across from him.

"Uhm... Happy Birthday?"

“Ah, so you finally decided on a birthday present.” 

“Yeah, but I think I’ve ruined whatever it was supposed to be.” 

The two of you look down at the ruined breakfast. You’re embarrassed but he’s so sweet about it, and still offers to eat the pancakes. You tell him not to, unless he wanted this birthday to be his last.

He comes to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around and pressing into you so you have to land your hands on the island counter in front. He nestles in against your ear. 

“Thanks for trying though.” 

You look up at him over your shoulder, “Don’t underestimate me, Huang. There’s more.” 

“More?” His eyebrow quirks.

You nod and grab his hand to lead him into the living room. He follows suit, eventually flopping down on the leather sofa. 

“You didn’t have to do all this, Y/N.” 

“Shhh,” you dismiss him, "just no peeking, okay?” 

"I would never.” 

Renjun can't see, he's sitting there with his hands pressed against his face. 

You’re honestly starting to regret this whole thing. This wasn’t even your idea but it was Haechan’s suggestion to surprise your boyfriend with lingerie. Well, not exactly lingerie, he just told you to do ‘something sexy for him,’ and this was what you landed on.

Calling Haechan was a last resort, you were in a moment of crisis and panic about only having a week left to whip up your boyfriend a present. You were hoping your boyfriend may have mentioned something to his friends — but he hadn’t — so alas here you are. 

You’re saving this for last though. For now, you have his actual wrapped present for him to open, and you’re just praying he likes it. It’s hard to buy presents for a man who has almost everything. 

You set the wrapped present on the coffee table in front of him, and move to sit next to him, adjusting the black silk robe you put on this morning to hide his real surprise underneath. 

"Okay, you can look,” you finally tell him, watching his hands drop faster than you can blink but his eyes immediately get caught by the black smooth material riding up your skin. He starts raking his gaze over your thighs before bringing it to your face.

The black pupils in his eyes expand inside the brown, a slow pleased form of excitement tugging his mouth up at the corner to flash his teeth.

You’re anxious to see what he thinks of his gift, you just want him to unwrap it already so you can see his reaction. 

"Open your present," you whine at him taking too long. 

But Renjun’s more impatient than you. His fingers starting to toy with the drawstring of the robe around your waist, trying to tug at the knot there with a pout.

"But I want this one.” 

You push his eager hands away and he huffs, shoulders slumping as his gaze goes to the table with his bottom lip pushed out. 

"I’m sure you do," you tease, reaching over to pick up his present wrapped in patterned blue paper. 

"It’s sort of a silly present, but I thought you might like it,”  you explain, watching him trace his fingers over the wrapping paper with an amused smile. 

"I kinda don't wanna open it... it's wrapped so pretty.” 

"Please open it — the suspense is killing me.” 

His frantic skilled fingers discard the paper next to him as he tore it away. He then picks up the small leather book in his lap that's now exposed.  A bright, albeit kind of confused laugh bursts from him as he looks. 

“Flick through it,” you instruct, and he does. 

You bite your lip, watching him inspect it. It’s a scrapbook you managed to put together last minute. “Some of the pages are blank, figured we could fill it out together as we do more things.” 

"I love it" he butts in, looking at you with a grin as he keeps flicking through it.

He leans over to kiss you, but you press your finger against his lips to halt him, watching his brows twitch together as his lips pucker against your finger, "We went over this at Christmas, open your presents first or we'll be here all night — you can have a kiss once you're done."

In response to your rules, he slams the scrapbook closed, dropping it on the table. Then you’re being grabbed and yanked towards him so fast that you fumble into his lap. His hand grabs your thigh to hoist it up over him, so your knees sit on either side of his hips.

Everything is so fast; you barely have time to register it. His large hands are grasping at your jaw, while his fingers splay against your cheek until he's pushing his mouth against yours with a force that knocks oxygen clean out of you.

He's sucking in quick broken breaths through his nose, putting everything into the kiss that's harsh and tender all at once. His hands slip from your jaw into your hair, pulling you closer to him so your hands rest against his chest and you fist at the fabric. 

He tears his mouth away for the briefest moment. You’re staring at each other with eyes red and glossy. 

“So I take it you liked it?” you ask with a bite of your lip. 

He shakes his head while smiling before tugging you forward again. His tongue delving back past your lips, “Of course I fucking like it.” 

His hands drop from your hair to grope over your waist and hips to hold you against him. You haven’t even gotten to your last present for him yet and he’s already crippling with desire. 

Renjun keeps his mouth hovering close to yours,

"Like? No like isn’t the right word — it's not good enough," he manages between kisses, "I love it, I love you.”

"It’s not that amazing," you hush him as he paws at your back and tries to connect your mouths again. 

“Yes, it is, because you made it."

You hate (love) the way he’s always so sweet and reassuring. You know he does it for your reaction, to tease you and make your cheeks turn red. So, you try to escape him before he gets the chance to make a snarky remark about the blush on your cheeks. 

But attempting to lift yourself off of him causes him to immediately protest, digging his fingers into your skin through the silk as he tries to move his face to your neck to attack there instead.

You push at his chest, and he whines a pathetic sound that has your skin tingling, "Don't tease me baby please, don't be mean. It’s my birthday.”

"I'm not trying to tease you,” you shake your head, pulling back and shuffling off of him, but he won’t let you.

After a long battle, you mange to unclamp his stubborn hands while he stares at you with desperate puzzled eyes.

"Then stop moving and come here,” he tries to reach for you to pull you back down but you step away, moving further from the couch. 

His gaze darts from your feet to your face, wetting his lips while watching you intensely. You see him take his bottom lip between his teeth when you move your hands to the knot at the front of your robe and slowly start to slip it undone. 

His eyes flash wider and his fingers grip tighter around his knees where he's sat with his legs spread wide. You can feel nerves buzzing in your body, taking a coaxing breath as you lock your eyes with his.

"You ready to open your last present?"

The anticipation in the air is palpable, it's enough to have your fingers trembling with the way Renjun’s suspenseful gaze keeps locking on you. But the thing that’s making your heart surge the most is the emotion behind his eyes. 

You never do things like this. At least, you haven’t with Renjun. And even though he tells you every day that you’re so beautiful and so perfect, you can’t help but feel your nerves tighten. 

"You gonna show me what's under there?” Renjun encourages in a slow voice, full of rasp. You watch his chest jump with a breath when you grip the edges of the robe to pull it open.

He notices you hesitate, and his brows twitch together as he leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, "Don't be nervous, ever. Not with me."

You compose yourself with his encouragement. But you still hold your breath as you let the robe start to slip from your shoulders, the silky fabric inching down as you open it until it hits the floor. Your heart hammers with every bit of skin being revealed as you stand there in a set of blue lingerie. 

It's like time stops. Renjun hasn't so much as taken a breath, eyes frozen on you, darting everywhere at once.

You start to tense up, but then he lets out a breath. He clears his throat a few times and opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out; he just sits there with his mouth ajar. You glance up at him, feeling your heart accelerate and blood rush to your cheeks. On the other hand, it looks like Renjun’s brain has completely short-circuited.

Harnessing a surge of confidence from his reaction, you take a few steps to close the gap between the two of you. His eyes stay transfixed as they trace over every inch of blue decorating your body. You’re standing between his spread legs, and he falls back against the backrest of the couch with a slight thud.

"Do you like it?" You ask, keeping your voice quiet. 

"I - I, uh..." He swallows, then blinks once, twice, and then closes his eyes shaking his head like he can't concentrate, "Uh - fuck, I..."

"Everything okay, Jun?" You suppress a smile and watch as he takes a deep breath when his eyes drift open, and he smooths his hair away from his forehead.

"No, I'm not - what the fuck are you trying to do to me...baby," he stumbles over his words, taking you in with another once over like he can't believe it. Then he brings his hands up to hover near your hips. "So, this is what you finally came up with?"

You chew on your lip, face feeling hot from how flattered you feel over his reaction. You’re not sure what you expected, but you didn't expect him to be this well... stunned.

"I wanted to give you the best birthday,” you murmur, “so yeah, I bought it for you."

He breathes like the oxygen was kicked out of him, reaching for your hands and pulling you towards him until you’re perching a knee on either side of his hips and resting your limbs on his shoulders.

His hands hover near your hips again and trace down over your thighs, but he doesn't touch them — not yet anyway. 

"I don't even think I deserve to touch you in this."

"Don’t say that. Haechan thought this would be a good idea," you tell him, feeling his hands finally settle on your thighs and watching his eyes flash wider as his jaw clenches.

Yep. That was the total wrong thing to say to him right now.

You wait for Renjun to blow a blood vessel in his forehead, but instead, his eyes go down to your cleavage under the blue mesh of your bra and he takes in a slow breath.

"This is what she talks to my friends about?" he mutters to himself, and you try so hard not to crack a smile.

His gaze drifts up to yours again, and he swallows; moving his hands up your thighs to feel his palms over the straps and garters enriching your skin before his jaw softens. 

"Well... look at it this way" you coax him, keeping your tone gentle whilst you smooth your hands over his shoulders to rest against his neck, "You're the only one that gets to take this off of me.” 

Your words have your boyfriend lifting his brows, and sucking his lower lip under his teeth and that old bothered look melts away to a much more pleased one, "Just me?"

"Only you," you nod, feeling his fingers press harder into the skin of your hips when he rests his hands there.

"Forever?"

“Always.”

He wets his lips, leaning in more so your noses nearly touch and his rough voice whispers into the air between you, "Can I tell you a secret?"

You can only manage a nod, chest tight from how the atmosphere feels like it's strangling you. There is such an intense feeling, because he's looking at you with hungry eyes that also look flooded with heart crippling love.

His hands move from your hips to trace his fingertips up your back, “You’re the first girl who’s ever done something like this for me.” 

He trails off to brush his nose against yours, before nudging it against your cheek and keeping his lips just out of reach. You feel your eyes start to burn, that lump lodging in your throat as you exhale a shaky breath. 

"I’m so fucking obsessed with you, Y/N. You just wouldn’t believe it," his fingers ghost back down your back, and he keeps his stare on yours.

"Please shut up and kiss me," you burst your words out in a single breath, gripping the sides of his neck to tug him towards you and connect with his lips. 

It's like a rupture of pressure as soon as your mouths touch, and Renjun sucks in a sharp gasp through his nose; attacking your lips with his in a kiss that's desperate and frantic.

His hands go straight to your now bare ass, that's only covered by two measly straps of the lingerie, and grips it. He starts hoisting you up, your arms clinging around his shoulders as tight as your thighs wrap around his hips. He blindly makes his way towards your bedroom, trying his hardest not to trip over his own feet or walk into something with you around him. 

Both of your lungs are trying to suck in the air but become nothing but a ball of gasps and pants mixed with shaky breaths and trembling limbs. 

He manages to make it into your dim bedroom when he urges your thighs down until your feet hit the ground and he's the one that drops down to sit on the edge of the bed. You stand in front of him, weak at the knees and cloudy in the brain with blood rushing through your body like fire.

Renjun stares up at you, his cheeks tinted with the flush that's crept down his neck to match the cherry colour of his raw lips. You move towards him. It’s like you have a magnet in your chest tugging at you with all its force to get you closer to him.

"Turn for me. I wanna get a proper look at you — see how lucky I am,” he rasps out of breath, and the deep gravelly sound leaving him makes your spine shiver.

His hands on your hips urge you to spin around. You’re not sure how your legs are able to withstand it considering how jelly-like they feel. 

"I’m the luckiest man alive...God fuckin help me,” he whispers to himself and you can’t help but allow your whole body to erupt in goosebumps when his eyes burn into every part of your skin. 

He’s lust drunk on you. 

Renjun’s hands come up, going to the blue material hiding your chest from him. He begins letting his fingers follow the edges of it, teasing his digits over your perked nipples. He continues going down and repeating his brushing over the garter belt and panties, taking in each detail like he never wants to forget it. 

"I kinda don't wanna open it... you're wrapped so pretty," he murmurs, looking up to catch your eyes and mimicking his earlier words.

Your hands are shaking from the tension in the air. His knuckles graze against the front of your underwear, making your breath hitch in your throat. He drags his tongue across his lower lip, sliding his palms down the front of your thighs. 

“I don’t think I have enough words to thank you for today. But I think I can show you.” 

You can't take this anymore, and before you can think twice you rush forward, leaning down to grasp his face and clamber on top of him. You kiss him as hard as you can, the force making him fall backwards as his shoulders hit the mattress with a bounce. 

He only gives you a few seconds before he's flipping you. Climbing over you and ushering you further up the bed. When his lips detach from yours, Renjun pushes himself up onto his knees to look down at you perched between his legs.

His chest is heaving, hair all over the place with random strands dangling in front of his forehead. He moves his hands to throw off his t-shirt. You get drunk off the sight of him when he focuses on getting his pyjama bottoms off. 

He drops forward as soon as his legs are free, his large hands dipping into the bed next to your waist with your legs bent on either side of his shoulders. He turns his head to leave a trail of heated wet open kisses up your skin that makes your centre throb.

Every action feels heightened, so intense but gentle. His movements are heated but careful like he's trying to fuck your heart but love your body at the same time.

Your hands move to his hair, stroking through it as he moves his mouth to your other thigh, paying it the same attention. You gasp when he takes the strap from your garter between his teeth to let it snap back against your skin.

"Jun please..." you sigh in a wavering breath. 

"Okay baby" he hushes against your skin, moving his hands to grip the hem of your underwear sitting over the top of the garter, "Gonna be so good to you. Make you feel how I do."

You hold your breath when you feel him gently start to tug it down your hips. His eyes focus on his hands dragging the material down your thighs like he's savouring the moment. Then he’s sitting up on his knees again to lift your legs and remove your underwear completely.

He dangles the blue fabric on his fingertip, raising a cheeky brow at you, "Think I might keep these."

"Don't you dare,” you burst out laughing, swatting at his hand as he giggles to himself.

He drops the underwear next to you on the bed, moving his hands to slip under your back. You arch to help him while he feels around and uses his fingers to unclasp your bra. His gaze is admiring, watching it slip off your arms.

"Definitely keeping this too.” 

You roll your eyes, grinning to yourself. But that smile is quickly wiped away when his eyes lock on your face and one hand takes your thigh to push it against the bed and spread your legs further apart. He drags his fingers up your slit; tracing through the warmth and arousal that had already soaked into the fabric he'd since removed.

Your mouth falls open at the same time his brows pinch hard together, his jaw clenched as he lets his gaze momentarily flick down to his fingers exploring your cunt.

Your hips buck up when he focuses his fingertips against the sensitive nerves, making you feel like your clit has its own heartbeat as jolts of pleasure shoot through you. Renjun leans forward to rest his hand next to your head, dipping his mouth down to latch it around your nipple, nipping and sucking against it.

"Oh-, fuck,” you hiss curving your chest up as your hips start to squirm. He traces slow lazy patterns against your clit, "Renjun - please, don't tease me - just, fuck I need—"

Your words are cut short when he applies more pressure to your nerves, massaging leg-numbing patterns against you while his teeth give your nipple a gentle tug before he moves to the other one to pay it the same attention. You gasp at the cold air that hits the bud.

"Tell me how it feels," he mumbles against your flesh when he moves his mouth to drag his lips between your cleavage, "I wanna know how you feel right now, tell me."

Like your vagina is about to scream in agony if he doesn’t hurry up and fuck you.

"S-So good," you manage to pant out, squeezing your eyes closed as your hips rut against his fingers when he dips them down to slip through your dripping centre to tease at your hole. "It’s amazing b-but I'm going to explode if you keep teas-"

Renjun shakes his head, flicking his eyes up to stare at you under his lashes when he licks a wet stripe up between your breasts. 

“No, I wanna know how you feel-" his lips press against the skin over your heart, "-tell me how you feel about me."

You choke on a moan when he dips his fingers down inside your pussy at your silence, sinking his middle and ring finger deep as his hot forehead drops against your chest. 

"Tell me,” He groans, voice low dropping deeper as he relishes your gripping around his fingers, "please."

"I feel- it feels like - uh, god I feel —" you whimper when he curls his fingers, massaging inside of you at that pressure point that makes your stomach quiver. "I l-love y-you."

It comes out as rambling. You’re stuttering like a mindless lunatic — but the one thing you're sure of is that it’s the truth. 

Your barely coherent words make Renjun still his fingers, sucking in a heavy broken breath when he lifts his face to seal his mouth against yours. His hand grabs hold of your thigh to hook it around his hip as he shifts closer until you feel the weight of his warm length heavy against your pubic bone. 

"I fucking love you too," he pants out against your lips, his voice thick and strained, "So fucking much I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop."

You roll your hips up against him, threading your fingers into his hair, "I don’t want you to ever stop — I want you to fuck me, please fuck me."

The tight knot in your lower half feels like torture at this point as his fingers are still working slow. He hushes you when he sees the distraught look on your face and hears the muffled whines from you as his motions become very still.

"Shhhh," his hips lift back as his hand wraps around the base of his length. He teases it up and down your drenched folds, "I'm not gonna stop - I just - I don't wanna fuck you... it's not the right word. It's more than that. Need you to feel that it’s more than that.” 

He applies pressure with his tip against your pussy, holding his weight up on his elbow next to you so he can tilt his head up and watch your face. His heavy glazed eyes locked on yours with his brows hooded over them. 

"Please keep looking at me."

You fight to stop your eyes from fluttering shut, staying captivated by the way his pink lips part and the way they twitch to verbalise a silent moan when he inches forward a fraction to feel his tip slip past the threshold and into you.

Your brows are scrunched together in pleasure, fighting to keep your hips still as the moment feels paralysing. 

He pushes forward in a slow savouring motion. When he finally sinks into you completely, you stretch around him. His teeth suck in his lower lip between them, while a low skin-tingling moan echoes from deep in his chest as he stays still.

"Wrap your legs around me - I wanna be closer."

You do as he asks, tightening your thighs around his hips and resting the heels of your feet against his own thighs. You feel him sink even deeper and you watch the veins in his neck strain at the feeling.

"Please move" you beg, barely able to get the whisper out. 

Renjun struggles to keep his breathing even as he watches your face, slowly drawing his hips back, wrecking you as he rolls his hips forward in a motion to fill you again.

Your fingers tighten in his hair when your hips come up to meet his. He starts in a slow drawn-out rhythm, panting out a soft groan.

Your eyes threaten to drift closed again, the blissful feeling enveloping all of your limbs too much to stay conscious. Renjun ducks his face down, attaching his mouth to yours and you moan into the kiss which elicits a stomach-knotting whine from him.

Before you know what's going on, Renjun is rolling you, turning on his side with you facing him and taking hold of your leg to hook it over his hips. His other arm wraps under your waist and around your back. His hand reaches between you, grasping his length and placing it at your opening before he thrusts into you again making you cry out at the feeling from this angle.

He keeps you hugged close to him, connecting you with him in long deep strokes while his hand comes up to tangle in your hair and he presses his forehead against yours. 

"Stay with me" he pleads, "Keep looking at me. Look at how you make me feel."

You can only respond with a gasp that hitches in your throat when he buries himself into you as deep as he can, rolling himself against you as your nails dig into the skin of his back. 

His hand slips from your hair for a brief moment, to reach and grab for your hand which he guides down to the spot between your legs. You take the hint; letting your fingers find your throbbing clit and work towards unravelling the tightness in your abdomen.

"Oh- god, shit,” you whimper, shocked by the combination of all the sensations consuming your body. Your hips start to writhe at the feeling.

"That's it baby - you make me feel so fuckin good, I want you to feel it too," he pants, forehead slick with sweat while both your bodies feel like they're burning and his thrusts start to build with more purpose. He’s fucking into you at an erotic speed as if he's trying to spill out every feeling he has with his body.

Your stomach starts to tremble as warmth floods your lower half, and your muscles start to contract and flutter around him. It only encourages him to slow down the rhythm to drag out the feeling to a point you don't know how to handle.

You can feel him being swallowed inside of you with each thrust as your fingers slip down to where you’re joined. You toy with your clit helping your body reach a point where it’s trembling over the edge. 

Renjun finally caves, moving his face to bury against your neck, when your walls contract around him and your hips roll with his. 

"Fuck, Y/N".

His breathing gets even more ragged as every muscle in his body becomes tense with his movements. He begs muffled words against your skin; tightening his arm around you like he somehow needs you closer.

"Tell me you love me again.” 

You manage to stutter out a breathless "I love you,” heaving out the air in your lungs as you work your fingers faster and Renjun fucks you further in love with him — if that’s possible. 

"No, say you love me. Say my name, Y/N," he groans, pulling his hips back only to thrust them forward so deep you cry out. 

You rack your nails down his skin while your leg tightens around his hip to pull him closer. 

“I love you, Renjun. So fucking much.” 

His thrusts become more abrupt at your words. "That's my girl" he rasps. 

When he feels you tipping over the edge his thrusts quicken at animalistic speed. "Go on baby - cum - let me feel it."

You couldn't stop it even if you tried — you wouldn’t. 

You let out a scream from the back of your throat at the force of him and chant out a string of mumbles of his name. Your body convulses and shakes whilst you clamp around his length to which Renjun grunts at the feeling, whispering praises to coax you through it.

"Always so good for me — fuck!" His sentence gets cut short with a loud growl that sounds like it was punched out of him. His rhythm falters as he clings to you and sobs out moans against your neck.

He snaps his hips forward and sinks into you to grind his hips against you to linger in the feeling. His muscles shuddering and jolting as he gasps for air and his own orgasm punches into him. 

Hearing and feeling him in so much bliss is only dragging out the aftershocks of your own orgasm. You’re both a mess of limbs and shameless noises before you feel him still completely. His release erupts into you in warm spurts, his body twitching with each one.

You’re like a limp puddle, but Renjun stays clung to you, sucking in harsh breaths not daring to move and keeping your sweaty bodies tangled.

"Fuck, if not knowing what I want for my birthday means I get to have you like this, I never want anything ever again," he rasps, laughing under his breath and sounding delirious.

You can only hum in response, your mind too fucked out to even respond. 

You lay wrapped up in each other, and you know you need to get cleaned up, but you honestly can't be bothered. Enjoying the post-orgasmic pleasure too much. 

"Happy fucking birthday to me!”  he drawls, finally letting his face fall flush against the pillow.

[mammalsofaction]

Someone pointed out to me in one of my posts that the reason Perry was SO pissed off during OWCA files was bc he's jealous Heinz was spending time with so much of his co-workers, and Ive since been thinking about this and I genuinely hate how much this makes sense.

Obviously that isn't the ONLY reason, but. This is the second recorded time where Heinz ends up working for OWCA and BOTH times Perry spends the entire episode inexplicably grumpy and pissed.

You COULD say it's bc he's wary, he doesn't trust Heinz to behave professionally as an agent when he takes so much pride as an agent himself and incompetency pisses him off (true). Also that Heinz is lumped as his responsibility, and agent Lone Wolf hates being saddled to a person.....but these arguments crumble in light for a few facts.

1. Perry doesn't have THAT much respect for OWCA, and certainly not Francis, ESPECIALLY if they piss him off. See the aftermath of Undercover Carl. Its not a respect issue.

2. Perry knows what Heinz is like. He LIKES spending time with Heinz, and as early as the events in "Come Home Perry," HE knows that he can trust Heinz to always have his back. Its not a trust issue.

3. Perry is hugely supportive of Heinz reforming, and in MML, it's HIS money being the first and foremost funds provider for Heinz to start a time travelling agency. He likes Heinz turning tide fine, so long as he doesn't shut Perry out or leave him behind. It's not a Being Good issue.

So why was he pissed off?? Well. What's the ONE thing that upsets Perry, without fail, when it comes to his loved ones that isn't them being in undeniable danger.

Sharing. Perry hates sharing.

[sorchathered]

His favorite girl

Pairing- Rhett Abbott x female reader

Summary- Rhett has always had you by his side and never thought of you as anything other than platonic, that is until someone else takes notice and he spirals as he realizes maybe it’s not as platonic as he thought.

Warnings- language, drinking, Rhett being stupid

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Rhett wasn’t jealous.

He wasn’t.

But when you’d gotten asked out by one of the bull riders traveling for the circuit it had definitely made him feel a certain way. You’d been his best friend since junior high, the two of you started out on the rodeo circuit barrel racing and he’d always seen you as one of the boys. You’d dated over the years of course, but he’d never found any of them threatening, they never seemed to last long anyways. They weren’t worth your time and you weren’t the type to suffer fools so off they went before they Rhett even had a chance to really memorize their names. That worked just fine for him, he preferred his best girl over most people and hated to share. But he totally wasn’t into you, absolutely not, it was strictly platonic. Until it wasn’t.

He had done shitty on his last ride, and to add insult to injury instead of finding you waiting by the trailers you were leaned over the bars of the fence, hair falling out of your tight ponytail and body arched out with your ass on display in your tight Levi’s. Eyes sparkling as you laughed at what the generic looking bull rider was bullshitting your way, normally that shit didn’t work on you at all but this guy had you totally wrapped. You were flirting, pretty shamelessly and for some reason it brought a sour feeling up in Rhett’s throat and a sharp tug in his chest. He had this overwhelming need to knock this guy on his ass, fists clenched as he watched you hand over your phone to get his number.

You finally sauntered your way back over to where Rhett was leaned up against the medic trailer, eyebrow raised as you took in his surly expression. “Who pissed in your cornflakes Abbott? That last run wasn’t as bad as you think it was, let’s go get your grouchy ass a beer mkay?” You said with a grin as you pulled on his elbow and he was damn near powerless to keep up the act, you always seemed to pull him right out of his bad mood and pretty soon he’d forgotten what he was so pissed about in the first place.

Later that night at the pit bar he had once again gotten in over his head, flirting with his high school crush right in front of you after Perry suggested he get off his ass and shoot his shot. In his defense the guy from earlier had showed up at the bar and was turning you across the floor, that uncomfortable feeling settling in his bones as he tried to drown it out with tequila. Then to make matters worse he got into it with Trevor, and somehow lost Perry in the process. When he stalked back through the bar he was already a live wire, and seeing you pressed up against whatever in the hell his name was didn’t help either.

“If yer done eye fucking walk away Joe over here it’s time to go y/n, I ain’t got time to piss around tonight.” He said with his arms across his chest as he leaned into the booth you were sat in, and he knew the second it left his mouth he’d fucked up, the heat in your cheeks and fire in your eyes when you snapped your head towards him was enough to burn the whole bar down. “I’m sorry- what did you just say to me?” You snapped and he knew better than to say anything else, just threw his hands up and spun on his heel for the door. You’d either come home with him or find your own way, he just hoped it wouldn’t end with anyone in your bed. What the hell was wrong with him? He’d never given a shit about who you were seeing before, and he’d almost had a shot with Maria tonight, that was something he should’ve been putting effort into, not worrying about you fucking some random on a Sunday night. But it wouldn’t leave his head, and that ugly feeling kept tugging on his chest as he made his way to the truck, making it to the door before he heard the bar door fly open again, you in hot pursuit.

“What is your goddamn problem?!” You said as you pushed him up against the truck door, and he put his hands up ready for you to swing on him, it wouldn’t hurt but it certainly wouldn’t be his idea of a good time. “Are you so miserable that you can’t let anyone else be happy? I know you were pissed about the scores tonight but you have no right to talk to me that way and you fuckin’ know it.” You were vibrating with anger, rage bubbling up in you and all he could think of was his hands on your body.

It was like his dick was driving the car and his brain was asleep, he couldn’t seem to stop himself as he reached forward to yank you into his arms, spinning you to press against the truck door as he captured your lips with his. He knew it was wrong, he should’ve asked if he could kiss you first but you didn’t stop him, soft hands winding into the long hair at the nape of his neck and when you gasped he couldn’t stop himself from sliding his tongue into your mouth and licking into you. It was so good, molten heat pouring from you both as he pressed his thigh between your legs and watched as you pulled back with a moan, eyes glazed over as you blinked up at him, both of you shocked at what your bodies were doing.

“Shit, y/n do ya want me to stop? I can’t think like this- fuck you feel too good” he breathed out into the cold night and watched as you seemed to mull it over in your pretty head. Your head thunked back against the truck window as you continued to try and catch your breath, chest pressed so close to his he could feel your heart beating.

“Took you long enough”, you said with a grin as you pulled his mouth back down to yours, and suddenly it was all clicking into place for him. He’d felt this way for so much longer than he’d let himself admit, using buckle bunnies and his doomed crush on Maria as an excuse to keep him from admitting the truth. “Couldn’t stand it, that guy hand his hands all over ya and all I wanted to do was knock him out” he said with a hiss as you kissed down his jaw and nipped at the sensitive skin of his neck.

“Jealous is a good look on you, if I had known that’s all it took I would’ve tried it sooner” you peered up at him with mirth and giggled, he couldn’t quite see how you knew all along but if it got him here with you it didn’t much matter, you’d been so patient with him and he knew he didn’t deserve it.

“Gonna let me take you home sweet thing? I think we have some lost time to make up for.” He was desperate to have you in all the ways he’d only dreamed of, and he could tell you felt the same, neither of you could keep your hands off of each other any more and it was getting a little too heated for the dingy honky tonk parking lot.

“I’m all yours Rhett, always have been.”

He was quick to toss you over his shoulder and plop you into the passenger seat of the truck, looking over his shoulder as he caught the out of towner that had been hoping to take you home lighting up a cigarette outside. He grinned wide and with a wink nodded in the man’s direction, watching his irritation bubble up and huffed out a laugh. No one was taking you home but him ever again if he had anything to say about it, he’d tell your kids someday about how he nearly fumbled the most amazing woman because of his hubris and thank God every day for your patience with his stubborn ass. You’d been his from the very beginning, his favorite girl and love of his life.

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[winniefrezcomics]

Why is Ved like that?

Like a freak, I mean

That, my friend, is an EXCELLENT question dbebddbdhd, and one that I actually do have an answer for!! 🤓

Veds mentality is… UNIQUE, let’s say. He’s proud to be an anti-fairy, and leans into it HARD. this is due to two main factors:

The first factor is- While MOST anti faires discover fairly quickly that thier species are considered the “opposite” of faires, that faires are the dominant magical species on earth, AND that the earth adheres to FAIRY standards of “good” and “evil”- Ved learned those things a little late. Despite Elads best efforts, Ved’s Dad wasn’t exactly RUSHING to make sure Ved had a full, cohesive understanding of his species and thier place in the world, since he was more focused on just keeping his son ALIVE and minimizing the amount of damage his magical outbursts would cause to anti-fairyworld in his pup’s adolescence (when Ved’s magic was the most destructive)

This, combined with Ved’s special ability to glimpse into other dimensions that he’s had since birth, has led to something strange in his Psyche: Ved doesn’t think Evil, dark, or scary things are “bad.” Most anti-faries share this line of thinking, of course, but Ved growing up somewhat an outcast, and seeing countless universes where Dark, disturbed and evil WERE the norm, has led to a single, festering thought- one that’s eaten away at Ved ever since he first discovered that faires got to decide what was “correct” for the human race: WHY.

Why are anti faires the “opposite”? Surely FARIES are the opposite of THEM as well? So then, why are faries considered ‘RIGHT’? Why are their customs? Thier lifestyle? Who decided anti-faries being dark and evil was “WRONG”?

Unfortunately for EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING, Dev being an incredibly lazy fairy means that Ved, his opposite, is CRAZY AMBITIOUS, and will ‘play nice’ for as LONG as it takes to reach his goal (turning the earth into a dark, evil paradise where anti faires can be the dominant magical species)

THIS is why Ved is an irredeemable villian; you can’t appeal to his morality, because his morality is COMPLETELY flipped, and it secretly BUGS HIM when other antis ALSO decide to adheare to the fairy definitions of “right” and “wrong”- (he resents his father for this especially)

Thats not to say he’s one-dimensional tho! Despite being the cartoonishly-evil ‘series’ antagonist, I’ve taken care to keep my writing for Ved emotionally nuanced, so I sincerely hope yall find him as fun as I do, and aren’t too disappointed by his lack of a planned ‘redemption arc’ 😅

Also here’s a fun fact about how Ved communicates that will become clear very quickly upon his arrival- most people only think he’s ‘nice’ because he’s always saying very kind things to people and faries alike, but word to the wise? If Ved ACTUALLY likes you, expect to be INSULTED, because while he DOES usually mean everything he says, if he gives you a compliment, it’s NOT a good thing, and u may have even pissed him off somehow ☠️

Poor Hazel thinks she and Ved are good friends… I think only Dev, Iris and other Antis are aware of this “reversed” manner of speaking (Perry often has to ask Dev for clarification- it’s a bit confusing, but that’s intentional on Ved’s part ☠️)

[sustiawan-author]

The Path Untedious - Neil Perry . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

This was lightly inspired by the two Neil asks I've received in my mailbox (including one with black!reader). Here u go sweetcheeks ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ this isn't tooooo according but hey 😌

Your husband was a hard-worker — taking longer shifts in the hospital just for the sake of it, noting down whatever was necessary to get his job done and get patients discharged. It was what his father wanted, but you understood best how it exhausted him so. It brought good money, of course, and the soul-fulfilling duty of being a modern healer was priceless in its own — but it would be ignorant to deny the stress and challenge of the career itself.

Tonight he came home at the usual hour, but he had taken an earlier check-in because of a mixup at the emergency room. It wasn't like Neil to decline, but it also wasn't like him to do the job and not be a total baby to you afterwards.

"My swordsfighting maiden," Neil propped his briefcase on the couch before pecking your cheek, "how are you?"

There's a tiredness in his tone, a loving gaze set in his hooded eyes. They were in tandem with the sleepy howls of the dogs outside and the hooting of owls just outside the window. You dimmed the desklight and stood up to greet your lover. Nimbling your fingers upon the knot on his chest, you undid his tie and folded it along with the jacket.

"Fine," you reassured in a gentle voice, "settled everything today. How's work?"

He blew a raspberry and gave you a look — that look. An expression that read 'people piss me off there, but I'm just glad we're together.' You whistled lowly, putting his dirty laundry away.

"Challenging much?"

"Everything needed to be done, this and that, money and — ugh!" Neil fell to the bed dramatically, an arm covering his face. You giggled,

"Must've been so frustrating."

He pouted at you like a sorry puppy, but you were far too busy tidying up his things for him. Neil stared at the ceiling, pretending there were vines for him to hold onto — to save him and yourself away from this life, a life others chose for him. A life where his real interests were kept hidden and astray, shared only with you in the haven of your home. It just wasn't fair.

But you were so patient and so kind, so loving to his impatient mind and young heart that he would do anything to have you live a life of peace. You were his own anyway.

"Did you do what you love today?" he croaked, voice strained from a day of exertion. If it were possible, your ear would've quirked.

"Let's see," you turned to him in thought, finally, greeting him with your freshly blushed cheeks and rose-glossed lips, "I baked some gooseberry pie, cleaned the oven, prepared your dinner then sewed up some dresses."

Neil reached for your nimble hand and you let him, admiration and awe exuding off of him.

"And," he pondered, searching your face, "did you like that?"

You smiled sweetly, nodding in honesty.

"Why?" he asked in painful disbelief, suddenly feeling a lump in his throat. He coughed it off, glad you didn't seem to notice.

'Wasn't it tedious? ' he thought, 'Didn't I bore you?'

You shrugged as if you could hear what tmhe thought, the satin robe he bought you slipping from your shoulder, "I like it. I like serving you. I like... doing what I love. I love love, so I love this. I like you, Neil — like, like you. It's not something I'm forced to do. I hope to God you don't feel that way either."

"No, goodness no," Neil grasped your fingers, kissing them with insistence as he mumbled, "no, never."

You brushed those brunette strands back, hearing Neil sigh in relief as you did.

"Then what is it?" you whispered.

"It's you," he shook his head, "just you."

You stifled a grin, averting your gaze as bashfulness overtoom you. It always did, always will when it came to Neil. He noticed, of course, and pivoted your chin so you'll meet his eyes.

You'dstay like that forever if you could.

𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘:

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[bullet-prooflove]

I know that you hate her but it was never her fault, not really.

For Lee Dutton

Tagging: @kmc1989 @queenslandlover-93 @newyorkrican922 @bryandechartisasmolbean @lovethis-lovethat

Companion piece to:

A Boy from Bozeman - Lee says goodbye to the woman he loves.

The Worry Doll - Lee still keeps the worry doll you gave him.

Wild Fire - Lee tells you the truth about the wildfire.

Experiance (NSFW) - Lee's gained some experiance since the last time the two of you were together.

Blind Date - John puts the word out around town that Lee needs a wife.

Fire Wood - Lee always chops firewood when he's pissed.

Wedding Bells - You and Lee tie the knot in secret.

Until Your Dying Day - You make a promise to Lee.

References to:

The One That Got Away - In light of Lee's recent wedding, John reflects on the one that got away.

The Other Woman (NSFW) - John was never meant to be with Evelyn.

John is waiting for Lee on the porch of the farmhouse when he returns home from his honeymoon. He’d dropped you off at the end of the trail where Kayce had left the VW. You have to be at the conservation centre in Helena this afternoon to discuss the soil samples you took from Pasture 12. Lee intends to meet you afterwards to help you pack up your stuff for your move to the farmhouse.

It's the coffee cup in his father’s hand that pisses Lee off, it’s the chipped one from his kitchen. He can smell that special brand of coffee you like, the one you buy from the farmer’s market. This is John Dutton trying to send a message and Lee reads it loud and clear.

Nothing is yours, it all belongs to the ranch.

Lee doesn’t say anything as he sits down on the opposite side of the steps. If they’re going to talk about this, it’s going to be on equal terms because Lee, he will not stand before this man like a naughty child. He’s done bending to his father’s will.

“You left one hell of a mess for me to clean up.” John says taking a sip of his coffee as he stares out across the pasture.

Lee knows he’s talking about the angry phone calls he’s been receiving from ranchers since the news hit that Lee had gotten married, the ones that were trying to trade their daughters like cattle for a piece of the ranch.

“I never said I wanted a wife.” Lee reminds him as his gaze fixates on the cattle roaming in the distance.

“But you took one anyway.” John points out, his gaze coming to rest on Lee’s silver wedding band.

“I know you hate her…”

“I don’t hate her.” John tells Lee, setting his coffee cup down alongside him. “She’s just not right for the ranch.”

“But she’s right for me.” Lee says tucking his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “She was back then and she is now.”

There’s silence between the two of them for a moment before John sighs.

“I had someone like that.” He says quietly. “A long time ago I had to make a decision between the woman I love and what was best for the ranch.”

“You mean Lou.” Lee says and John tilts his head towards him in surprise. “I saw the two of you together after mom died, I heard what you said about how you loved her, how you’d always loved her.”

Lee has known from a young age that his mother and father didn’t act like other parents. There was always a coldness between the two of them, a practicality. It wasn’t until the night of the wake when he saw his father interact with Lou that he realised why. John hadn’t been able to take his eyes off her during the event, he held onto her hands a little too long when she gave him her condolences and that night after everyone else had left, he’d undressed her in the room his wife hadn’t shared in years.

Lee doesn’t know what happened after that, only his father is now in a causal relationship with Governor Perry  and Lou sells honey at the farmer’s market with her twenty six year old son, Joesph.

“The men in our family, they don’t marry for love.” John says quietly. “We marry for duty and that’s what I need you to do.”

“What are you saying?” Lee asks him, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“When I get back to the house, I’ll have Jamie draw up an annulment, voiding the marriage.” John says clasping his hands together. “After that we’ll pick someone more appropriate, someone whose the right fit.”

Lee can’t speak, his eyes sting as he pulls the keys to the farmhouse out from his pocket and dumps them into his father’s lap.

“I’m not leaving Anna.” He says, his voice raw with emotion as he raises to his feet. “You took twenty years from the two of us, you don’t get to have the rest.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[juniorsailmakermattcruse]

I’m glad you agree that Doof works better in Phineas and Ferb when he’s evil. I have thought it for so long, and I know a lot of others in the fandom think it’s regressive of him to go back to being evil but the show really does work better that way. Also, the times we’ve seen him not be evil are in the OWCA files and in Milo Murphy’s Law, and those definitely aren’t his best moments.

yeah that’s what I was thinking, it just doesn’t work in those instances at all. his character suffers a lot and he goes from being pretty much the most popular character in the fandom (or at least one of them) to being super polarizing. like I love him and all but he pisses me off in mml and owca files is a lot of the same. he just works better when he’s being evil and when it’s just him ranting at perry instead of just existing to bug other characters. I know people have said “oh but it’s because he’s audhd and has bad social skills” which I completely relate to but it’s still annoying to watch on tv y’know. especially because without him building shit he’s just reduced to being a fucking idiot and that bugs me because he deserves a bit more credit than that. I think he’s more competent than the writers seem to think he is but when he’s not shown doing anything… like anything at all (what exactly does he do in mml? sit on the couch and cry about missing perry?) he just kind of sucks and it sucks to watch. but that’s another topic I could rant about forever

anyway it’s the same thing with candace returning to busting, like this show has had 4 seasons of going back to the status quo every episode and changing the formula so drastically in season 5 just doesn’t make sense. sure in other tv shows having big character arcs and growth is good but this show is so much of the same stuff over and over that having such big character changes be permanent would feel weird. sure I would’ve loved having doof be a science teacher but that would work for a spinoff, not for the main show. and if the new seasons take place in summer that wouldn’t even work anyway because he wouldn’t be teaching then. so if not that then we’re left with him being in owca or being prof time and I don’t like either of those (especially prof time I really hate everything about that). so pretty much the only option is for him to go back to evil. it makes it a lot easier to come up with episode plots too I’m sure

I’m fine with the idea of him giving up evil in the future, like when season 6 eventually has a finale we’ll see what happens then. but in the meantime I feel like this just makes way more sense for the show. it also helps solve the plot holes of why he’s evil in the winter episodes which have been topics of conversation for over a decade

ALSO he has adhd and he’s very fickle. so that also makes sense for him to change his mind and go back into old habits

[captainlondonman]

WORKIE SKIN

WORKIE SKIN

I decided it was time to dress for work the way I wanted. I had been there 3 weeks now and had behaved myself wearing only 11hole DMs, khaki fatiques, and a checked shirt. They all bloody well knew I was a skin so why not dress like one. Anyway it would wind my manager up if nothing else. So I put on my 21 hole Rangers with white laces, my bleachers ( but making sure I wore a jockstrap to hold in my cock), red braces and a black Fred perry. Much better I thought , this is me.

On the way to the factory, I stopped off for a piss. There was a youngish bloke just finishing off. Even with a jockstrap I had to put my hand well down my bleachers to pull out my cock. It was thick and heavy, ready for a good long piss. The bloke looked and I could see him starting to stroke his cock.

What are you fucking looking at you ponce. Never seen a big cock before. Fucking getting you horny aint it. Like to see a skin piss do you.

And with that I turned my knob and let him have it. The piss came out so quick that the bloke didn’t stand a chance to move away.  With my cock aiming straight at him, I sprayed him from his waist down, my piss running down his trousers, over his shoes, his whole crotch steaming with pee.

Don’t fucking mess with a skin you fucking ponce. You want to see fucking pee, so take this, take all my fucking piss down your front.

Christ what are you doing, I’ve got to go to work.

Well you can fucking well tell that a skin has pissed all over cause your were looking at his big dick. Serves you bloody right you little queer boy.

And with that I stuffed my cock back into my bleachers and as I went past him I puched his stomach and pushed him into the urinal.

Have a fucking good day and don’t try that with me again or you’ll get more than just my piss.

I felt good after that. A bit of aggro always made me feel better, and ready for work.

I had gone along for an interview a few weeks ago and met the boss of the packaging company, Dave. He was a big bloke, thinning hair but cut very short almost skinhead. If I hadn’t been for an interview I might have tried it. We had a general chat and he asked if I dressed in skin gear most of the time. I said yeah, sure. He said it was fine by him but that I should tone it down for the other guys when coming to work and that he would not tolerate any aggro at work. If I understood that then I could start on Monday. The manager of the warehouse was a guy called Jason, who really fancied himself, in his designer gear and gelled hair, always going on about his wife and what a high flier she was. Did my head in. It was clear from the beginning that he didn’t like me, and anyway the feeling was mutual. A fucking wanker as far as I was concerned. He made a point of getting me to do all the dirty work, always trying to wind me up. I bit my lip and got on with it as the other guys were all OK. He would sometimes harp on about my skin gear, and ‘what the hell do I look like’. I would just reply and say ‘no worse than the expensive crap you’ve got on.’ Once or twice I would tell him to fuck off with a bit of menace and he would back down.

When I got into work with my bleachers, I saw Dave and he just smiled and shook his head as he passed by. Jason’s eyes were out on stalks.

What the hell are you doing coming into work like that. This isn’t skin alley.

Look, Jas, as long I do my work you shouldn’t fucking well care, so get off my case.

I walked off feeling great in my gear and tough on him.

Throughout the day he got on my nerves saying everything I did was wrong. I was getting well and truly narked. Just before going off he came and said.

You have to work late tonight as your’e behind schedule and we have a rush job.

Shit man, I’m off with my mates, that’s why I dressed like this.

God knows what your mates look like, but if you want to keep your job you had better stay. Anyway I’m giving up an evening with my wife so you can bloody well give up your night.

To hell with your wife.

Well, are you staying.

Yeah but this hadnot better happen again.

Just remember who’s boss, me not you.. Now go and get on.

All the other blokes left leaving Jason and I. I was dammed if I wasn’t going to get him riled, so I went to the bog and took off my jock strap and set my cock well down the inside leg showing all the meat. That’ll annoy him.

As he came up to me I turned round so he could get the full picture and sure enough his eyes moved down to my bulge.

Christ you skin heads do you have to show your cock. It’s probably a bloody sock you’ve got down there.

No it aint, its all mine, it’s the real thing

God knows how you are allowed to go out looking like that, bloody perverted.

I don’t think you look any better.

Well maybe if you look around and see everyone else then you might see you are the freak, dressed like a bloody idiot.

That was it. I wasn’t being called an idiot in my skin gear. Nobody calls a skin that and gets away with it.

I grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him into me punching him full in the stomach, and as he buckled I grabbed hold of his hair and yanked his head back.

Do’t fucking talk to me like that got it. Apologise.

No, he spluttered, if you think you’ve got a job now forget it, I’ll make sure Dave fires you tomorrow.

I don’t care if it means sorting you out, you bloody waste of space. You don’t talk to skin like that and if you do you can only expect this.

I punched him again.

Right you can pay for your fucking insults by getting down and licking my Rangers. I want to see them shining with your spit. Get down on your knees and start working. Now.

Getting hold of his hair I forced him down and then rammed his head so his mouth was tight against the boots. Clean them shit face. Get some of your spit on them. More. That’s right now fucking well lick those caps.

He started licking and I could see his spit oozing out over the boot head. Watching him lick and having total control over him made my cock start to twitch. It felt good to have him at my feet and my cocked liked it too. I could feel it starting to inch down my leg.

I said fucking lick, that’s right get round the side. I had one foot on his head making sure if was kept firmly down, my arms folded. Stupid cunt. Icouldn’t give a toss if I was sacked.

I put my other foot on the floor and rammed it between his legs, causing him to wince and then brought my foot up into his crotch.

Christ you’ve got a bloody hard on. So much for your little wife, that’s a fucking stiff dick down there. You like this pussy boy.

With that I hauled him and put his face tight to mine, grabbing hold of his crotch.

Who’s got a fucking stiff, eh boy and not a bad one at that. Bet the wife likes that but she’s not getting it tonight. I pulled his cock an rubbed over his balls. A good bulge down there. Let’s take this on a stage I thought.

Up against his face I gobbed him covering his mouth with spit then taking his face forced his head back so he opened his mouth and stuck my tongue right down his throat, moving it, my lips pressed against his. With my hand still on his cock he started responding, swallowing my tongue, and thrusting his crotch into my fist.

You fucking bi guy, your’e fucking getting off on all this. That cock of yours is bloody rigid.

I’m not the only one, Jason replied, his hand grappling at the big bulge in my bleachers, Christ that’s one hell of a cock, it sure is your own, its bloody huge.

You fucking love a bit of gob, take this.

His tongue came out and started to lick up my spit and I put my hand over his face smearing it as much as I could.

Seeing you now know that  truncheon down my bleachers is all my big thick dick, then you’d better try it for size in that mouth of yours. Get back on your knees and open up my flies.

He got down and slowly started to unbutton my jeans. My cock was rock hard and straining down my leg.

Get your hand down there and pull it out.

I could feel his hand pushing its way trying to fee my dick which was now horizontal desperate to get out. He yanked it up and it sprang out to meet his face, precum on the end of the head.

Bloody hell I’ll choke on that.

Tough, you wanted to feel, you wanted to see it so now you can fucking well take down your throat and I want to feel it the whole way down the back.

I got hold of his chin and pulled it down to open his mouth.

Fucking take that as I pushed my dick in.

I could feel him gagging and the spit oozing out of his mouth but the more he gagged the more I wanted to face fuck him.

Get that down your fucking throat. Take my big dick.

What the hell is going on here!

I turned to see Dave standing in the doorway staring at us.

What the hell do you think you are doing in my office. Get that cock back in your jeans..now. Jason what do you think you are doing.

He forced me.. just cause I made some comments about his gear he’s forced me to do this. Good God I’m a married man, he made me do it.

Like…

That’s enough, roared Dave. Get yourselves tidied and be in my office in ten minutes. Right?

I stuffed my cock back into my jeans but a wet appeared, a mix of precum and Jason’s spit. Jason started to grope his dick making his present big bulge less and moving his cock into the vertical position, as in the horizontal it fairly poked out.

That’s you sacked, he stuttered. You have’nt a leg to stand on. You’ll be out on your ears.

You’ve a fucking cheek, if dave was looking closely he’d see you weren’t exactly being forced. You loved having my dick in your mouth, and that cock of yours is hardly hating the action. Look at it fucking sticking out, like a bloody pogo stick. If I go then you’ll be on your way too.

Do you think he ‘s going to believe you looking like that.

Just because you’ve got wifey at home and don’t want her know that you love cock and skin cock at that, I ain’t going quietly.

We’ll see. Dave knows my worth and he knows you for what you are. He’s said ‘ that Mike is a proper skin, need to watch him’ So you’ve had it.

With that we came to Dave’s office and knocked at the door.

Come in, he yelled.

Even I was now worried as we opened the door and walked in.

Fuck me, I shouted.

Christ, gulped Jason.

Standing in front of his desk arms folded, Dave was in full skin gear kit. 21 hole brown DMs with the tops of white socks showing, mac1 green jacket, white Fred perry, red braces and a skin tight pair of bleachers with a bulge that made me look twice, a fucking great tube of dick stuffed down his front bursting to get out and clearly showing a bloody great cut head.

So Jason, you think you can insult a skin and get away with it?

What the hell are you dressed like that for. You were in your office kit a few minutes ago, Jason spluttered

Cause I’m a bloody skin also. Can’t you see and I thought from the way you were acting in the warehouse it might get you going even more.

Are you not going to sack Mike for forcing me to give him head. He was well out of order forcing me.

It didn’t look like that to me the way your mouth was right down his shaft. Looks to me as if you’ ve done this before.

Christ, I shouted, you look bloody fantastic. We’ll show Jas. No skin gets talked to like that.

Too right Mike said, so Jas I want you back on your knees now with Mike’s cock back in your mouth.

With that he grabbed Jason by the scruff of his neck and forced him to his knees in front of me.

Get your flies open now, and let him have that cock.

Knowing what it felt like down his throat I wasted no time and besides it was ramrod stiff after seeing Dave in his kit especially with that whacking piece of meat down his legs.

Fucking suck my dick, Jas. I know you want it so shut up and get it down your throat.

Grabbing his head, I forced his mouth onto my cock.

Take some of my spit to help you, as I gobbed at his mouth , take that in and suck my dick. He started gagging as my cock inched down his throat but didn’t stop.

You like that boy don’t you. Fucking suck it, take the whole lot, you want to be face fucked don’t you. He was loving it working his spit on my knob his lips getting further up my shaft. You love big dick don’t you. Fucking suck it.

His hands went round my waist, clinging to me sucking and gobbing.

I looked over at Dave, what a fucking fantastic sight. His cock had inched down his leg and in spite of his tight bleachers was busting at the denim, his huge head at the end, his cock rock hard and his hand moving up and don the shaft.

Hey look at Dave, you see skins love seeing you guys getting stuffed. If you think I’ve a big dick you should see Dave’s. Jas turned and his eyes almost popped out his head looking at that huge prick still in his denim.

Keep on sucking.

No, that’s enough, Dave said. He had your dick as a warm up to open tthat throat. Now he can have a piece of real meat.

With that he unbuttoned his flies and thrusting his hand well down his jeans pulled out his mamouth tool.

Shit man, what a cock, that’ll shut you up Jas.

Mike you ain’t finished. Time you had his arse. I want to see him being fucked while sucking my cock. Right stand up Jason.

Jason did as told and Dave ripped open his flies pulling down his trousers and boxers in one go, Jason’s cock springing out and hitting his stomach.

Not a bad dick, Jason, you obviously don’t mind this too much judging by that stiff you’ve got there, now bend over. You’ve had the chance to suck Mike’s dick is readiness for my lump of meat, so start getting this down your throat.

As he bent down so I put a finger into his arse. It shot in and I could feel his crack right moist, as he started to shove his arse back into my finger.

You fucking love this, Jas. That arse of yours has been fucked before, wife or no wife. A fucking crater you’ve got here. Just as well so it can take my cock.

Jason couldn’t reply as he had his mouth tight over Dave’s dick, sucking his gob running down his face as he got his mouth that fucking great tool.

I put in another two fingers and moved around in his arse and could feel him groaning.

Right boy time to get fucked. Smearing spit on my knob, I started to work my cock into the open crack slowly pushing it in and feeling Jason moving back against my shaft.

Fuck me, Jas, your’e really wanting this cock of mine , and then I rammed home feeling the moisture of his arse.

With my cock up his arse, I was now right in front of Dave, who was giving jas a real face fuck. He reached forward and grabbed me round my neck. Get this tongue down yer throat and he kissed hard our tongues stuffed down each others throat.

Right now Mike, start fucking I want to see that cock of your pushing in and out fucking him hard, while he sucks me off. Ain’t that right Jason.

With Dave watching and loving the sight of my cock up the arse, I started to fuck jas hard, pulling my cock almost out and then ramming it hime pushing my shaft right up to the hilt.. Seeing this skin in front of me being sucked off with his huge prick, was a real turn on, and knowing he loved seeing my cock up jason’s arse was even better.

Take this cock you fucking bi boy. You love my dick up that arse. Fucking take the lot. I had my hands round his waist thrusting my cock in and out.

Go on Mike really give it to him, that’s right fuck him hard. I want to see your cock the whole way in so he can feel the full fucking length. Fuck him, go on fuck him. Shit man , I’m coming, take all my fucking spunk into that mouth of yours. I want it right down the back of your throat. Christ I’m coming. Take my spunk. Yeah, yeah.

And with that he shot wads of spunk into Jason, the spunk running down his chin even as he tried to swallow the lot, it just oozed out of his mouth.

Seeing dave having his orgasm was too much, Icould’t hold back any longer. Jesus I’m coming, shit, take this spunk up yer arse, fucking skin man’s spunk.

I came and could feel my spunk forcing its way right up his arse, loads of it.

Fucking take it.

Jason suddenly shouted, Christ I’m coming, I’m coming and his spunk jetted out across the floor

We all sat back exhausted. Dave spoke first.

Right Jason, we now you love cock, so less of the aggro with Mike or you know the consequences. Get dressed and get of home to your wife. I doubt if you’ll be shagging her tonight, you’ll be too busy thinking of Mike’s cock up that pretty arse of yours. Get going now and don’t say a thing.

Jason pulled up his trousers and did as told.

I haven’t finished with you, Mike. You stay behind

 As the door shut, Dave said. So you think its great being a skin. Your’e fucking right, but it’s time you felt what it’s like to be like the rest of us at least during the day. Get your fucking kit off now

But….

Shut it, do as your told.

I stripped off and stood in front of him naked.

Not a bad bod there,you look after yourself and that sure is some dick. Many a day since you started have I had to come in here and shut the door to have a wank after seeing that cock of yours stuffed down your fatiques. You may have thought you were hiding it but I could see the bulge quite clearly. And when you came in today I almost shot my load before getting back to the office. Nothing to beat a randy skin with a big dick. But its time you changed, at least for now. You can get into my work gear, it over there on the chair, put in on now.

I went over and saw his white boxers on top. Get these on first.

As I stepped into them I could feel they were still warm from his body and could see a small skid mark and nice sized pee stain. Thinking they were dave’s already made my cock start to stir.

Now put on the shirt and trousers. They were a good fit and in a minute I had on the socks and shoes.

Looks fucking good, said Dave, but Christ are you always hard, look at that fucking bulge.

And as the trousers were quite loose, my prick stuffed down the inside leg you  with the full outline of the shaft and head causing a massive bulge.

Right, do a Jason, and get down and get that mouth of yours at my bulge.

His cock was bursting in his bleachers and I could see a large stain from his cum after being sucked off by Jason.

I got down and put my mouth to the denim running my lips up and down the shaft, nibbling at his pogo stick, with my hands round at his arse which was large with good solid cheeks.

Fucking like that office boy, don’t you, licking a skin. Now sit back.

As I did so so undid his flies and let his cock burst out, the large cut head staring at me.

Fucking like that don’t you, as he slapped his cock against my face, with me trying to catch it in my mouth.

I wanted that prick down my throat, I wanted it to gag me, and I was’nt disappointed as I choked with its size as Dave took hold of my head and started face fucking me.

You love this boy, sucking my big dick, dressed in my clothes, feeling my piss stain against your cock. Yeah, take my cock right down your throat.

I could feel and smell his precum staring to ooze out of the tip.

You know I could do with a piss now  and you look as if you just love piss. You don’t want the dried stuff in my boxers, you want the real thing, hot steaming piss right down your fucking throat. Sit back and take this you office boy.

His cock still erect, I could see the first dribble of piss starting to come out of the tip and the pressure grew until it was like a fucking hose aimed at my mouth.

Drink my fucking piss.

As I opened my mouth so he directed his cock straight into the centre and I felt the full force as it hit the back of my throat, his steaming piss stinging my throat as it ran down the back of my throat. He took hold of my head and forced it tight against his cock so I could get as much of his piss. Even as I swallowed hard it wasn’t enough and I felt it pour out of my mouth and down his shirt and into his trousers soaking my own hard cock. It felt bloody great, in his clothes, with his piss pouring down my body and down my throat. He started to move his cock up and down my front soaking me, my own cock stiff and straining through the soaked trousers.

Drink the last drop, he shouted forcing his shaft into my mouth, me sucking him dry.

That’s better and look the better as well judging by that cock of your I can see trying to get out of my trousers. Time you got the lot off. Strip, now.

I did as I was told, peeling off the wet gear, my cock springing out of the trousers.

Yeah, it is a good cock you’ve got there, fucking hard. So you liked getting that big dick of yours up Jason’s arse, well it’s time my cock got up yours so can feel what a really large cock is like. Don’t tell me this will fucking split you. I know you’ve had cock before judging by these nice formed cheeks of yours. I saw you eyeing up my dick as I was wanking while you fucked. Now I’m gonna spear you so get yourself bent over my desk and let me see that arse.

Without allowing me to say no, he firmly got hold of me and bent me over kicking my legs apart, forcing one arm up my back.

You ain’t getting out of this. I’m fucking you like it or not. You wanna be fucked with me in my skin gear, don’t you.

And with that he spread some spit over his cock and shoved it between my cheeks. I suddenly felt it find my crack and could feel it being prised apart by the sheer force of his large tool.

Christ, it’s fucking huge, I can’t take that, I yelled.

Just relax and start moving your arse up to meet my dick.

He started to spread my cheeks wider apart making my hole bigger as the cock moved slowly inside me. I could feel the huge width of he dick forcing itself up my hole, burning yet the pressure and knowledge of his size turned me on, my own cock rock solid stretching itself up and out.

That’s right, move your arse up let it feel my full shaft I want to feel your arse tight against my bleachers.

I felt it move up and up thinking it couldn’t go any further but he pushed and pushed till I thought it would come through the other side. It was massive but I wanted every inch, my arse arching to take it all.

I said you’d love it, now it’s time to start pumping.

He moved his cock back and then let me have the full shaft, in, out, in, out.

Christ fuck me man, let me have that huge fucking dick of yours. Give it to me.

Yeah you fucking love this boy, go on take my dick, get all my cock, go on ride me.

It was fucking great his whole cock inside me pushing the whole way up. I moved my body back and started to stand up and put my arms behind me to pull his body tight against me, forcing his cock the whole way up. My arms were tights around his bleacher clad arse pushing his body into me, his booted legs wrapped around me.

Fuck me man, fuck me.

At that point the door opened and Jason was standing there, his flies open and his cock sticking straight out, his helmet gleaming.

Now you know what its like to have a skin’s big dick up you. Your’e bloody well loving it, look at that cock of yours. Bet you’d love my mouth round that.

Seeing him worked up and saying that, I wanted him.

Yeah get your gob on my cock. I want to feel it down your throat while I’m being fucked.

Jason had his hand round his cock working it up and down.

Go on Mike really fuck him, I want to see your shaft the full length up his arse.

I was so turned on that I was pushing my arse right up the shaft yelling

Go on Fuck me hard, Mike really fuck me. I want you spurting up my arse now. Yeah fuck me.

As Jason came over I couldn’t hold back any longer.

Christ I’m coming Mike, I want to feel you shoot now. I was clasping his back tight against me, and with that I shot my load over Jason’s hand which was furiously wanking his dick.

Yeah I love your spunk over me he shouted and with that he erupted over my chest like a bloody fire hose in action.

Mike could take no more.

Take my fucking dick boy, feel my cum right up you. He shot his load and I could feel each ram of spunk hot and juicy up my arse.

As we caught our breath again, Mike said to Jason.

I thought you’d gone home to the wife.

I was meant to but somehow I knew what you were getting up to and after that session I wanted to see for myself. Glad I stayed.

Well, we’re getting into our skin gear and going off into town for some action. So it’s the wife or us.

I think I know where I’m going now said Jason