#a galactic pants-off you say?

[catastrfy]

the bickerflirting continues to ramp up at disneyland, but now my money is on a wolvie/wade/starlord OT3…

bickering, by jingo! shoving wolvie who’s shoving wade. wade grabbibg starlord bodily and hustling him off stage to the right (and *gasp* in the dark! my aunt fanny!) before running after wolvie! (awwww, young love)

did wolvie hear about the “come on!”/“i’d love to” exchange a few days ago?

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weir: Dad Energy

“And how is the little one?”

Miori took the offered cup of Ch’a from the waiter and took a sip as Divini continued.

“It must make be a bit of a shock for you to be dating a human that may become your new mate.”

As ever, Divini was ever one to stick her hooked nose into things that did not concern her; least of all Miori’s mate prospects. She imagined it only registered on her friend’s radar as she was pursuing a potential prospect with a human instead of a Nimorian like herself.

She had met Will during a galactic translation stop while she was taking her offspring Mina to visit her grandparents. In the hustle and bustle of the space port Miori lost track of Mina. She began running back and forth between departure gates searching for her to no avail and just when she thought she had lost her only offspring the intercom came to life.

“Ms. Miori, please come to the security office on level 4; we have Mina here waiting for you. Ms. Mori, please come-“

The announcement had barely made it through its second repetition before Miori was there panting and gasping like a belly gna realizing it was at a slaughter farm.

Sitting in a chair with her legs hanging off the side sucking on some sort of treat was her darling Mina, and next to her telling her everything would be okay was Will. He was a security officer at the port and had found Mina wandering alone scared and had taken her back to the security office to wait. He’d comforted her and gave her a sweet while the pair waited together for Miori to come.

Ever since then they’d kept in touch and eventually one thing led to another.

“Are you sure Mina is okay with you being with a human?” Divini said drawing her back to the present.

“At first she wasn’t.” Miori began, setting her drink down. “But a few nights ago Will did something that won her over.”

“Oh?”

Divini’s curiosity was enough for Miori to continue.

“Mina’s been having trouble sleeping at night ever since her father died. He would comfort her each night before she went to bed and tell her everything would be alright. But since he passed she says she’s been having nightmares about monsters coming to get her.”

A look of sadness fell over Miori as she recounted her tale. “I tried to comfort her, but it wasn’t the same.”

“So how does this Will figure into your story?” Divini inquired.

“One night,” Miori began, “I had Will over. The three of us were having such fun that we lost track of time and by then it was too late for him to go home so I invited him to say the night.”

“I bet you did.”

Miori dismissed Divini’s suggestive smile and continued.

“So as we were getting ready to go to bed Will saw Mina laying upright in bed looking at her closet. He asked her what was wrong and she said that there were monsters in her closet waiting to get her.”

“I thought he would laugh at her or try to offer some form of minimal comfort, but to my surprise he went to the living room and pulled up a chair and placed it in front of the closet. He looked at her and said “Don’t you worry; if there are any monsters they’ll need to get through me first.””

“He did not.”

“He did.” Miori confirmed. “And he stayed like that all night long and I swear Mina has not slept as well since my mate’s passing.”

“She now asks for him to come over more and more often.”

“Something I bet you like.” Divini chipped in before Miori threw a toasted cruffle at her.  

[neon-junkie]

Fractured

Summary: Tech's recent injury has led him to your Medical Bay, and despite you being excellent at your job, Tech needs additional assistance with easing the pain. You have something fun in mind.

Pairing: Tech x gn!Reader

Tags: Medical assistance, Fractured bones, Medic Reader, Friends to lovers, Oral (giving,) Handjobs, Size kink, Cock worship, Large cocks, Flirting, Pain relief.

Word count: 5.1k

Notes: This is set after Episode 1&2 of Season 2. I actually started writing this back when those episodes aired, but then… depression… lol I have never broken/fractured a bone before (alpha genes,) so I have no idea what actually goes on when you break one lol. I did my research, but… IDK, this is probs off, but you're not here for the medical side of things, are you? Also, I like the idea of nerds with big dicks. I don't really care about size IRL, but Tech with an absolute unit of a cock? Yeah, sign me the fuck up!!!

"You got squished like a bug."

"I did not-" Tech cuts himself off. "Like a bug? Please, restrain yourself from making such comedic remarks about my pain and suffering."

With that, Tech lets out a grunt, and you're unsure if it's at your remark, or an outlet from the pain that he's currently in.

Tech was squished like a bug during the last mission. Splat! As you so put it, after Tech explained what exactly happened in that war chest. The force of a thousand suns flattened his poor leg, and his thigh soaked up most of the damage.

That's what he gets for not wearing thigh armour.

That comment didn't go down well, either. However, Tech should know by now that your wit and sarcasm will never fail you. You have, after all, been running with the Batch long before the Clone Wars fizzled out into… whatever this is, The Galactic Empire, and those who opposite it.

If only Hunter would allow you and the others to join the fight…

Back onto the topic. Tech was carried into the Marauder's medical wing, with Echo's assistance, and left on the medical bed for you to check him over. He was hissing and wincing as he pushed himself up onto the table, his hands flexing whilst he gripped onto his thigh, and pleading eyes met yours as he began going over the series of events.

You were stationed with Hunter and Wrecker, seeing as Wrecker is your loyalist customer when it comes to injuries, only Tech has taken you by surprise!

"It's definitely fractured," you state as you dig through your medical kit, finding something exciting to dial down the pain. Tech has stated that he'd prefer to remain awake, which is understandable, seeing as you won't be stitching him up, or worse, cutting him open.

"I assume I'll have to lounge around with a cast on for the next six weeks?" Tech questions, his eyes watching you as you read over a few labels, deciding which drugs to supply.

"Minimum," you say with a soft nod, half-focused on his words. "These will do," you decide, holding the pill bottle in one hand, whilst the other shuts your medical box.

You turn to face Tech, and with a nonchalant expression, you order, "take off your pants."

Tech's eyes blink wide beneath his goggles, and he lets out a sheepish cough before asking, "pardon?"

"I can't do an X-ray with your pants still on, and do you really want your cast applied over those jeans?" you point to his new pants - casual, straight jeans, which surely can't be comfortable to work in?

Forgive him. It's his first time out in the Galaxy, and a newly freed man is bound to make poor decisions. Live and learn, Tech…

"Oh," Tech mutters. "Understood."

You hand him the pill bottle first, along with a glass of water, and give Tech a strict order to take his drugs before stripping off. "I'll give you some privacy, call for me when you're ready," you inform, and leave the medical wing, the door swishing shut behind you.

Sure, you've seen Tech in all sorts of states, almost naked that one time, back when you were new. Wrecker had found it hilarious to fiddle with the refresher's water supply as Tech went to take a shower, and poor Tech, who was rather reserved when first meeting you, had to leave the refresher with only a towel around his waist. He had barked at Wrecker to, "leave the hot water supply alone! Are you attempting to impress our newest member? Or perhaps, make a fool of me? Both? Do you find this amusing?!" blah blah blah…

-

Minutes have passed, and you overhear Tech calling out, "you may come in."

The door swishes open, and you're greeted by Tech in the same position on the medical bed, relaxing back against the headboard. An untidy pile of armour and clothing has appeared on the floor, not that he has the ability to neatly organise them.

Tech remains in just his turtleneck under armour, his fingertips currently running along the neckline, picking at its tightness. He's wearing a standard pair of briefs, nothing enticing, and the hemline thankfully stops above the X-ray zone. Great! You don't fancy having to order Tech to remove those as they're in the way…

As for the last item of clothing, they're-

"Tech," you speak with firmness. "Are those my socks?"

Tech stops picking at his neckline to gawk down at his feet. His wiggles his toes mindlessly as he sheepishly mumbles, "it appears they are."

"Is that so?" you repeat with a raised brow.

Tech's pleading eyes come out again as he meets your gaze. "I could not find a pair of my own this morning, and seeing as we were in a rush, I opted for the next best thing."

Your eyes trail from his to look at your socks once more, the little tookas on them smiling at you. They're fuzzy, warm and snuggly, and not the sort of item that you ever thought you'd see on Tech.

Omega? Perhaps.

Wrecker? Definitely.

But Tech?

"The next best thing," you repeat his words again. "I'm surprised that you picked the tookas over the voorpaks."

Tech scoffs. "Tookas are the obvious choice. Whilst voorpaks may be pleasing to the eye, they're needy, with no consideration for personal space. Tookas, on the other hand, are far more independent animals, with a…" Tech shuts his mouth, and nervously licks his lips before asking, "I'm rambling again, aren't I?"

"A sign that the drugs have kicked in," you say with a shrug. "Time to X-ray!"

Tech lets out a defeated sigh, and watches as you set up the X-ray machine. It's a numbing and dull task, but needed, seeing as such a smart man has managed to get himself injured.

The X-ray is taken, and you leave Tech to his own devices as you begin processing the scan at your desk. Whilst you wait for the image to form, you check on a few other things, and in the corner of your eye, you notice how Tech fails to sit still.

His fingertips are running along his neckline again, attempting to find fresh air, even though his under armour has never seemed restricting before. A light glisten of sweat is sitting above his brow, and whenever Tech's hands stray from his neckline, they rest directly on his lap. His fingertips begin fidgeting with the hem of his briefs, only for his eyes to meet yours, and his hands to fall motionless.

"Are you alright?" you question.

"F-fine," Tech mutters. "Just awaiting the results."

With that, the scan is processed, and you hum to yourself as you study it. Tech doesn't look away from you; he studies your reaction, and his shoulders drop with relief as yours do. "It's not as bad as I thought," you state as you rise from your desk. "I'll apply a cast, and unfortunately for you, you'll be bound to the Marauder for the next few weeks."

"Charming," Tech huffs.

You put together a bowl of warm soapy water, and hand it over to Tech, along with a towel. "Give your thigh a good scrub. It'll be the last time it's cleaned until the cast can come off."

Tech follows your orders, and leaves you to begin putting the cast supplies together. He's letting out soft grumbles as he scrubs himself down, not applying much pressure, seeing as bruises have already begun forming.

Within minutes, you're ready, and Tech is attempting to dry his thigh. The bowl of water is discarded, and you softly mutter, "here," as you take the towel from him. "Let me help."

With your order, Tech slowly bends his leg, raising his knee high enough so that you can gently dry the underside of his thigh - a task that he was struggling to do alone. He's still wincing as you dab over the area, but nowhere near as much as he was when tending to himself. It seems you're light on your touch, and Tech is silently thankful for it.

"Keep your leg bent like that," you instruct as you dispose of the towel, and bring your cast supplies over to the workbench.

You gently run your palm over Tech's thigh, questioning if his skin is dry enough to begin the application, and only now do you realise the predicament that you're in.

You're no stranger to Tech's good looks - impeccable cheekbones, a toned chest, nimble fingers, adorable doe eyes, and a hairline so sharp that it can slice through beskar - but the issue is purely that, his good looks. You're attempting to work, and the sensation of your fingertips dancing through the light hair on his tanned thighs is causing quite the distraction.

You scoot your stool over to the medical bed, and adjust the height. Once seated, you let out a deep sigh before beginning your work, attempting to keep your eyes on his forming bruises, rather than allowing it to wander… higher…

Tech looks down at you, quite literally, watching through his tinted goggles as you begin binding his leg, paying special attention to any signs of discomfort - not that he shows any. His fingertips are subconsciously entwining with each other, fidgeting, and attempting to cover up his briefs out of politeness. It's not that you've never seen Tech, or any of the boys in their undies before, but your face is less than half a meter from his crotch, and you're both well aware.

A huff flows from your lips as you fix the soft material in place, the easy part over and done with. Now, it's time to wet the plaster, and apply it one strip at a time - a lengthy process, seeing as you have to wait for each layer to dry before continuing.

As time goes on, you both seem to relax, becoming accustomed to your new-found closeness. Tech even strikes up a light conversation, filling you in on his side of the mission, and speaking highly about the civilian that he met on the way.

"He called me Ace," Tech informs you, "not that I had any issue with it. I found the nickname rather appealing."

Your eyes trail up to meet his, and a soft laugh slips from your lips as you repeat, "Ace?"

"I think it suits me," Tech says with a shrug. "Besides…"

His words continue, shifting into comforting background noise as you do your job. At least Tech is comfortable with you; when you first met, he'd only ever correct you, or information dump on you. Now, you can hold a conversation, seeing as you managed to win him over after correcting him on a minor detail a few weeks into being stationed with the Batch.

The more Tech mutters, the more his form relaxes. His hands move from his lap to adjust his goggles, not that they probably need it, and you can't help but notice something in the corner of your eye.

In hindsight, this was your fault. You shouldn't have looked. You should have kept your focus on your work, and prevented your eyes from prying at Tech's crotch. He is, after all, a grown man sitting in his underwear, with a pretty Medic rubbing their hands along his bare thigh. Tech is a soldier, and it's a known fact that soldiers don't have much leisure time, let alone spare time to do… stuff.

Your lips fall apart, and every circuit in your brain fries within an instant. Your hands, wet and covered in plaster, come to a halt in the middle of a wrap, and all you can focus on is… that.

Tech, after adjusting his goggles, instantly falls silent as he notices that you've come to a halt. He calls out your name, and despite his exceptional mind, it takes him a few moments to realise what's caused you to stop like a deer in the headlights.

"Oh," Tech sheepishly sighs as he puts two and two together. "I…" he stutters, but words fail him. So, thinking on his feet (and fractured leg) he returns his hands to his lap, covering up the issue.

Only now do you realise that you're a karking idiot. Seriously, why did you have to stare?! Why couldn't you have turned away, blushed, and continued working?

You go to apologise, but Tech beats you to it. "I apologise… It's… It's not intentional-" he sputters.

You let out a soft sigh, and shake your head in an attempt to slap some sense into your dense brain. "Tech," you mumble his name, and after blinking heavily, you look up at him.

Tech, with cheeks so bright that they outshine the suns, fails to make eye contact. He's breathing deeply, and mentally questioning if it's possible for him to run away from his problems, even with a half-finished, wet cast around his thigh.

Instead, Tech defends himself even more, seeing as the first option isn't doable. "I have been attempting to control myself this entire time, but it seems my-"

"-Tech," you call out to him again.

Tech finally meets your gaze, but only for a moment. He can't maintain eye contact, he simply can't, that is, until you state something that has his mind spinning in confusion.

"You're huge."

"P-pardon?" Tech sputters, followed by coughing into the back of his hand. That is not what he was expecting to fall from your lips.

You wave your hands defensively, droplets of plaster falling onto the medical bed. "I mean, it's alright, you can't help it," you sputter. Now, you're the one struggling to maintain eye contact, your mind fogging up, clouded with one simple thought.

"Can't help what?" Tech questions. "My erection? Or my size?"

A timid laugh flows from your lips, "I meant your erection, but both, I guess…"

Tech laughs with you, although it's clear that he's nervous. Whatever this is - intimacy, of some form - is new. You're no stranger to light flirting with your boys, and often receiving it in return, but holy Maker. Tech is rock solid, and there is no denying that you're the cause of it; the evidence is right there!

"Well…" Tech's words fall flat, and after adjusting his goggles, he gears up again. Rather than sit in silence, mutually starstruck over the unit sitting in Tech's pants, Tech decides to ramble as much as humanly possible. "…I have chalked my size up as a side effect from my enhancements. There are multiple documented cases that the standard clones all share the same erection size. I am, however, beyond those standards."

"Wait-" you cut him short with a soft laugh. "-There are documented cases of what?"

Tech lets out a chuckle, and shakes his head in awe that he's having to bring this information to light. "It's no secret that we clones have had intimate relationships, and some partners like to… how should I say it? Discuss their experiences with others on the holonet."

You repeat Tech's motions, softly laughing and shaking your head, amazed over this new information. "You mean, people like to jump on the holonet and discuss which Troopers kriff the best?"

"That is one way of putting it, yes."

"Dank farrik," you laugh. You mean, the information that you've been curious about this entire time, has been on the holonet at your disposal? Idiot! Why didn't you simply search for it?

There's no denying that you're attracted to both your squad, and their regular brothers, and as always, curiosity wanders… At least some beings were smart enough to post their findings on the net, along with… whatever else might be on there. You make a mental note to check it out later!

"What were you doing on those sites?" you question, and decide to start working again, seeing as the plaster is slowly drying on your fingertips.

To your surprise, Tech's emotions remain calm as he mindlessly replies, "I was researching my… ahem, abnormality."

"I see…" you conclude. Curious for more, you take a gamble, and up your flirting game. "Has anybody started a thread for Clone Force 99?" you say with a soft purr, causing Tech's ears to perk up as blush begins to form across his cheeks.

"I…" Tech stutters. "Not that I am aware of, no," he says with a nervous chuckle.

Still with wet plaster on your hands, you put on a cheeky grin as you ask, "we could fill in the blank."

Your name comes stumbling out of Tech's mouth as all the heat in his body rises to his cheeks. "You cannot be serious!" He sweats, refusing to maintain eye contact. Nervous hands fiddle with the hemline of his shirt, wringing the fabric tightly in his bare palms, all whilst still attempting to cover up the topic in the room.

"I am," you say with a shrug. "I mean, I've just about seen yours," you gesture to his erection, hidden behind a thin layer of fabric, yet bold enough to make your imagination dance.

"M-Maker," Tech stutters once more. "Where are those pills?"

You laugh as Tech fumbles about with the pill bottle at his side, sliding another one out into the palm of his hand. He doesn't even bother swigging it down with water, dry swallowing the pill like an absolute mad man. "You do know those pills are to ease your pain, right?" you state whilst wrapping another layer around his leg.

"I am certainly in some form of pain. Although I am unsure of the exact type," he sighs, and finally takes a sip of water, correcting his prior mistake.

Biting back a laugh, you suggest, "painfully hard?"

Tech lets out a long and frustrated sigh, meeting your gaze as his shoulders drop in disappointment. "Hilarious," he sarcastically replies, pinching his brow in annoyance.

With a smirk on your lips, you boldly look down at his erection. "It sure seems like you are," you comment, then continue your focus on applying his cast, nearing the end. "You know, sexual pleasure can help ease the pain, and act as a good distraction," you hint, bringing the fact to light. If Tech wants more, then this is his opportunity to take it.

"As delightful as that sounds, penetration would be near impossible in my current state," he gestures to his leg, as if it couldn't be any more obvious.

"There are things that you can do besides penetration, Tech."

Whilst watching you apply the final layer, Tech moves a hand up, fingertips meeting his chin. His brows are furrowed, a sign that he's in deep thought. "You are correct," he hums, before crossing his arms across his chest. "Although I have to question if partaking in such an act will adjust our friendship, and our status within this squad."

"Only if you want it to," you respond, and begin cleaning up, allowing Tech's new cast to dry. "The way I see it, I'm just helping a friend out."

"Well, when you put it like that…" Tech ponders, shifting into deep thought.

Silence fills the air, and yet, you can practically hear Tech's brain ticking away. He's panning everything together, questioning every minor detail, move, motive. Sure, you are helping him out, but wouldn't this lead to other things? Would either of you catch feelings? Have you already caught feelings?

Tech's eyes flick between the pill bottle, and you. He studies you, letting out a soft hum as you tidy up, putting all your equipment away after washing your hands. "I can feel your gaze on me, Tech," you comment, not bothering to look up from your current task.

"Sorry," Tech exhales. "You do have a valid point. This… sexual favour would indeed assist in relieving my pain, yet I cannot accept such a gesture without reciprocating it."

"Let's say that you owe me one, and I can redeem it whenever I see fit," you suggest. You perch yourself on the edge of the medical bed, your form resting against Tech's undamaged thigh. Gently, you tap your fingertips on his cast, testing to see if the material has dried through. "You're all set. So, what do you say?" you offer with a raised brow.

Tech firmly shakes his head in agreement, "I accept your assistance."

"Great," you purr. Your hand comes to rest on his chest, instantly making the man beneath your palm nervous, and he doesn't bother to hide it. "But what do you want me to do, Tech?" you ask, drumming your fingertips against him.

Licking his lips, Tech's eyes wander down to where your hand is resting, before coming up to meet your alluring gaze. "Perhaps you… could possibly…"

"Spit it out," you tut.

"Just… touch me," Tech finally manages to spit his demands out, all whilst looking like he's about to faint. "Your hand alone will be more than suffice," he adds in an apologetic tone, as if he's embarrassed about what has just slipped from his lips.

Eager to see him burst, you ask, "do you want my mouth too?"

"Oh stars."

Tech, the most calm, calculated, and captivating man that you've ever met, is currently turning into putty beneath your fingertips. You've not even touched him, well, at least not in that way, and he looks like he's about to ejaculate at any moment! Maybe it's the pain relief pills that he's taken, or maybe it's because he has a secret crush on you. The answer, you'll never know. All you can do is work with what you've got - a whimpering mess of a man.

"You don't have to answer that yet. Let's just start with my hand," you answer for him. Tech watches through his thick lenses as the hand on his chest begins to trail south, over his lower ribs, across his soft stomach, and now meeting his hips.

Gently, you rest your hand atop of his erection, and Tech just about moans at the minor contact. "I apologise," he sputters, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth.

"Don't apologise, I want you to be vocal," you coo. "Well, maybe keep it down a bit, unless you want the others over-hearing?"

Tech shakes his head, then returns his eyes to watching the action. Your strokes are gentle, yet firm, the complete opposite of Tech's rising chest. Is he a virgin? Or has it been a while? Either way, you begin matching his pathetic state once his briefs are adjusted, and Tech's cock is finally free.

"Kriff," you whimper, eyeing up Tech in all his glory. Maker, you weren't expecting such a slender man to be packing so much heat! Sure, it looked rather large when hidden behind his briefs, but now it's here, throbbing in your hand.

You begin pumping his length, slow at first, until finding your rhythm. All the while, Tech is a panting mess, his gaze flicking between your expression, and what's happening between his legs. He all about caves when you slowly trail a blob of spit down onto his tip, lubricating his cock as you continue jerking it.

"This is going to be the death of me," Tech pants. His head rolls back to rest on the headboard, whilst his hands come up to hide his face. He groans into his palms, the odd muscle in his body twitching as pleasure washes through him. When Tech finally does remove his hands from his face, his goggles are on a slight tilt, and surprisingly, he doesn't bother fixing them.

"Oh?" you say with a quirked brow. "I can make things much worse."

"Do enlighten me," Tech suggests, gazing at you through half-lidded eyes.

"How about I show you instead?"

All Tech can do is nod eagerly, yet he fails to prepare himself for what's about to come. (Or who's about to come.)

It's an awkward position, but after readjusting yourself to lie on your side, you manage to make do. Tech's eyes widen as you move your mouth closer to his cock, soon introducing your tongue to the tip. He moans your name, followed by a painful wince.

"Stop putting pressure on your thigh," you look up at him, cock in hand. "That defeats the purpose of my assistance."

In hindsight, you should have propped a pillow beneath his ankle, but something was preventing you from thinking rationally!

Tech mumbles a, "sorry," whilst looking at you with pleading eyes. You know what he wants, and who are you to deny it? You continue introducing your tongue to his tip, his shoulders instantly relaxing at the minor contact.

You soon find yourself sucking the tip, your hand working magic on the rest of his shaft. Already, there's an ache in your jaw, and you silently question how you're going to make this fit… No matter, you'll do what you can, and all efforts seem to be highly appreciated by Tech, who is reaching the state of debauchery as every second passes.

Through the chaos of spit and slobber, a tender hand comes out to rest on the back of your head. The other one finds your free hand, and Tech makes an effort to entwining his fingers with yours. You vocalise your appreciation to his gentle gesture by humming, only that causes Tech to stir. The sensation of vibrations running along his cock earns you another series of pathetic whimpers, and you, being the mischievous devil that you are, decide to only make things harder for him.

Slipping his cock from your lips, you continue pumping the shaft whilst your mouth wanders south. You slip one of his balls in your mouth, gently sucking on it. Tech's mind quite literally explodes! The hand on the back of your head grabs a fistful of your hair, although he is careful as to not hurt you. His other hand, however, removes itself from your palm to grip on the edge of the bed, a desperate attempt at steadying himself.

"Easy boy," you coo, before focusing on his other testicle.

"I c-can't…" Tech sputters. "I cannot hold on any longer, please," he whimpers, begging for what?

"Tell me what you need," you instruct.

"T-To finish… inside your mouth, if you'd be s-so kind," Tech blurts out, his thigh muscles twitching with want. So much for helping ease his pain, hm?

Removing your mouth from him, you peer up to meet his gaze. Tech's hair is askew, loose strands hanging forwards against his flushed face. Desperation is clear in his eyes, although it's laced with warmth and admiration. Tech was right, you two aren't just going to be friends after this, and quite honestly, you're fine with that.

"How can I ever deny you?" you flirt, earning a sigh from Tech. That sigh shifts into a moan as you slip your lips over his tip, and work your mouth to its limit.

Your name is on repeat, drifting from Tech's lips like a prayer. In the back of his mind, he's thanking this strange turn of events. If he wasn't in that war chest, then none of this would have happened, and the pain is most definitely worth it.

A few pumps of Tech's shaft, and he loses himself in the warmth of your mouth. Tech has to remove his hand from your hair to bite his knuckles, a poor attempt of silencing his final moans. The Marauder does not have soundproof walls, so you two will need to come up with a story for when you finally decide to enter the medical wing, and regroup with the Batch.

"Thank you," Tech repeats, over and over, panting as if he's just run a marathon. He looks exhausted, yet you're the one doing all the hard work!

After removing your mouth from his tip, you swallow his load, which only causes Tech to fall even deeper into admiration. "How do you feel?" you ask whilst grabbing the glass of water, left forgotten on the workbench besides the medical bed.

"Euphoric," Tech responds without missing a beat. "The pain was worth it," he adds.

"Are you still in pain?" you ask, offering him what's left of the water.

He swiftly responds, "no," before downing the rest. "You seemed to have worked wonders on me," Tech comments.

You let out a soft chuckle, and rise to your feet, eager to get out of the awkward position. After wiping your mouth dry with a towel, you assist in cleaning Tech up, not that he needs it. It's his leg that's fractured, not his cock, but you're too sweet on the poor man. "You need rest," you comment as you tuck his cock away, putting his unit to bed within the confinement of his briefs.

Tech ponders, and only now does he straighten out his wonky goggles. "I have already asked so much of you, but I have one last request."

"Let's hear it?"

"I… require some assistance with getting to my bunk," Tech sheepishly asks, earning a laugh from you.

"Of course I'll help you with that!"

It's quite the task, seeing as Tech has the upper hand when it comes to height, but you manage to help him to his feet, swinging an arm across your neck for extra stability. You turn to leave the medical wing, until something crosses your mind. Gesturing to the pain relief pills, you state, "you'll probably be needing these."

A smug grin creeps over Tech's lips. "Oh, I don't think I will," he flirts. This time, you're the one blushing, yet you agree with his statement.

Hobbling down the Marauder, Tech's cabin soon comes to your reach, and before you know it, you're helping him into bed. Thank the Maker that the others have retired for the night, hopefully none of them heard that!

After removing Tech's shirt, a pillow is placed under his ankle, providing extra comfort throughout the night. You retrieve him a glass of water, re-entering his cabin to see that he's tucked himself under the covers, his goggles lying on the bedside table.

"Do you need anything else?" you offer, soon expecting to be in your own bunk. It has been a long day, and you're oh-so-eager for your own rest.

"Actually, I was thinking…" Tech trails off, which causes you to raise your brow. "Surely you should spend the night here with me? You know, in case I require support throughout the night-"

"-I know what you're hinting at, Tech," you say with a light laugh, shaking your head at him. "You don't need an excuse, but sure, we can use that when the others ask why I'm leaving your cabin tomorrow morning."

Tech chuckles, watching eagerly as you strip down into your underwear, soon joining him in bed. You're greeted by his stretched out arm, offering you a cuddle, which you gladly accept, all whilst keeping his injury in mind.

"Goodnight, Tech," you exhale, resting your hand on his chest as your head finds its place within the curve of his neck.

"Goodnight," Tech repeats, holding you tightly.

"And remember, I owe you…"

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

I hate how Disney has turned Star Wars fans into Disney Adults. It's not even about liking the content anymore, it's just the aesthetic. To them, a good story isn't about charismatic characters or interesting plot points or depth of any kind, it's about recognizing things from other things. There will be a gonk droid in the background, and the showrunner will say "that's not just ANY gonk droid, it's the ORIGINAL gonk droid from the jawa sandcrawler in A New Hope," and all the 35 year old fans with car decals in the shape of Mickey Mouse Death Stars will cream their pants. "Look, this little elephant kid is watching the holographic circus show from the Holiday Special! Remember that? Remember Chewbacca's dad jerking off to the dancing lady? Everybody LOVES the Holiday Special! It used to be Hashtag Cringe but now enough people watch it ironically that it's profitable!"

Any day now there's gonna be a show set in the sequel era and they'll say "Look everybody, it's Riyola Keevan!" And an auditorium will erupt with applause

Who the hell is she? Am I supposed to know her?

"She's the captain of the Halcyon!"

What's that? I've never heard of it.

"You know, from Star Wars: Galactic Starcruiser."

Is that one of the comics, or a video game? I still don't know who it is.

"Remember the Star Wars hotel in Orlando! She's the captain!"

That hotel closed after a year and a half of poor sales, why should I give a shit about one of the NPCs? Why are you making a big deal of this? Why does every new piece of content need to have homework? Why did we allow this company to turn movies and TV shows into unending serialized comic books?

[soldieronbarnes]

Kinktober #1 -- Humiliation, hair pulling

Joining kinktober super late, but if you have any prompts, just drop them in my ask box!!

“Look at you,” Obi-Wan says, and his voice is so full of derision that Anakin squirms, gasping, tears welling up in his eyes. His Master so rarely resorts to contempt, hates having to do so, he knows, and he knows he deserves the scorn, he does, after defying his Master so openly, so carelessly, in front of a Galactic senator no less.

Usually, his Master is so, so gentle and understanding, unless Anakin pushes him too far, and he did – he pushed him too far, knowingly, and he wonders if Obi-Wan knows that it’s a punishment as well a a reward, the way his Padawan braid if wrapped tightly in Obi-Wan’s fist like it’s a leash, the way red blooms around the shape of his Master’s hand on his bottom and makes everything more sensitive, the way the pace of his cock against Anakin’s prostate is just this side of too much too fast, pushing the air out of his lungs and making his spine bend and melt into the movement. 

“Look at you,” Obi-Wan repeats disdainfully. “You think you can defy me? You think you are ready to be a Knight?” 

He tugs harshly at the braid, and Anakin whines. “Master – Master, I’m –”

“Look at you,” Obi-Wan snarls. “You’re so needy, so desperate for a good fuck. You can’t go three days without panting for it like a dog. You go any longer without anyone fucking your brains out and you turn stupid, unable to formulate any clearly thought out plan, as you demonstrated today. And you want to be a Knight?”

Anakin keens. He needs Obi-Wan to fuck him harder, to evaporate any coherent thought. “Master, Master, please –”

Cruelly, Obi-Wan slows his thrusts until they are shallow, the movement barely noticeable. “A Knight is self-sufficient. A Knight is selfless, serving the people of the Republic. A Knight doesn’t want or need anything.” 

He leans down, plastering himself to Anakin, chest to chest, and whispers in his ear. Anakin grasps the opportunity to wrap his legs around him and kiss him, panting against his lips when Obi-Wan pulls back. 

“A Knight is separated from his Master, because he can be trusted to act on his own. Do you think you can be trusted to be on your own, away from me for months and months? You can’t,” he says. “Look at how much you need direction, how much you need a cock in you. You get stupid when someone doesn’t fuck you right for a few days. What are you going to do when you are apart from me, hm? Are you going to doom entire civilisations because you are horny and stupid? Are you going to just fuck anyone to keep you in check? Are you going to be happy hanging off the first thick cock you find?”

“I wouldn’t,” he cries, hot tears running down his cheeks. “I wouldn’t, Master!”

“Yes, you would. You’re so hungry for it. You’d let anyone fuck you, wouldn’t you?”

“I wouldn’t”, Anakin protests.

“My pretty little liar,” Obi-Wan croons. “You think you can think straight without getting fucked? How will you complete missions on your own, then? Tell me.”

“I’d make a replica of your cock and fuck myself with it,” Anakin gasps, because there’s no line in the sand he hasn’t relished in stepping over. It’s the perfect solution, too; he’d get to go on his own missions without missing anything. 

To his surprise, Obi-Wan just laughs. “You think all you need is the shape of my cock, and that will save you?” he asks. He pulls out, wrestles Anakin on his belly before he can protest, and lets the head of his cock kiss Anakin’s hole. “Go on, then. If you think you don’t need me, just my cock – prove it. Get yourself off.”

And Anakin – well, he tries. The instructions are simple enough, and the position he’s in allows for a decent range of movement. He starts slow and sinuous, and ends up with a quick and brutal pace, and it should be enough – enough to entice Obi-Wan to move, to touch him in any way, enough to get off – but it isn’t, and soon enough he’s sobbing with need. He can’t rock back onto Obi-Wan’s cock at a satisfying angle, not quickly enough, not when he’s trying to strip his cock with his hand, and he’s so, so, close, but it doesn’t matter. It’s not enough. 

“Let me ride you,” he begs. 

His Master snorts. “You think that’ll help you?” he asks, but he lies down on his back, pulling Anakin on top of him, surprisingly indulgent. “There you go. Try your best.”

The taunting challenge in his voice makes Anakin set a quick, rough pace, because he can do this, he can  – except Obi-Wan refuses to touch him, crosses his hands behind his back and allows Anakin to use him, but won’t even put his hands on him; won’t touch his cock, won’t grip his hips in those wonderful broad hands of his that can span so much of Anakin’s waist, won’t tease his nipples of pull his hair like he usually does and it’s – it’s torture, is what it is. Anakin rides him until his thighs begin to tremble uncontrollably, until tears are rolling down his face and the gasping breaths he takes turn into shaking sobs. 

He’s so, so close, still, but he cannot fall over the edge, no matter what he does.

“Master,” he begs, “Master, please, I want to come –”

“And why,” Obi-Wan asks, “do you think you always deserve to get what you want?”

A desperate whine escapes him. “Please, I promise I’ll be better, I’ll be good –”

“Will you? Will you be good so you can be a Knight? So you can be trusted, away from me?”

“No,” Anakin gasps. “I’ll be good for you, I will, but please don’t send me away, I need you, I need you –”

And finally, finally, that’s the right answer. Suddenly, Obi-Wan’s hands are on his hips, the grip tight and bruising, holding Anakin still as his hips piston up into the scorching heat of his hole, the pace fast and relentless and unforgiving and finally, finally enough. Anakin comes with a silent scream, spine bowed and fingernails raking visible trails down the fair skin of Obi-Wan’s chest. He thinks he blacks out for a second, and when he comes to, he’s half collapsed on his Master’s chest, his cock still moving in and out of him at a brutal pace, making him shudder with the aftershocks of pleasure. 

“Give it to me,” he whines, speech slurred with how good it feels. “Master, come inside me, mark me, please, give it to me, show everyone I’m yours!”

Obi-Wan curses under his breath, and before Anakin can even parse his words, he’s dumped unceremoniously onto his back, and he could cry at the sudden emptiness. 

“I’ll mark you, for everyone to see,” Obi-Wan promises, his voice dark and heated, kneeling over Anakin and stripping his cock quickly, wildly, and Anakin keens when he realizes what’s about to happen. 

“Yes, yes Master, please –” He barely has time to open his mouth before the first thick, hot stripes of come coat his face and tongue, his neck and chest and –

“Look at this,” Obi-Wan says, tugging at his Padawan braid. That, too, is covered in white strands of his Master’s come. Anakin whimpers when he sees it, and despite himself, he feels his cock twitch with interest. “Do you know what that means?”

“I’m yours,” Anakin whispers, his voice hoarse. “It means I’m yours.”

Finally, finally, Obi-Wan softens. “Good boy,” he praises, and leans down to kiss him, and everything else fades away. 

[lokvadnod]

Hi there! I just found this blog and omg I've found my people lol. I just read your response to an ask requesting how one of our yautja boys would react to their human going down on them for the first time, which was incredibly hot and also hilarious, and I had to ask - do you envision the same sort of reaction from a female yautja? Because not to get too into it here in your asks unprompted - but if there's one way this gal wants to go out its with her head between Those Thighs TM

You and I are in the same boat, friend. (Says a creepy voice from the shadows as I rise from the grave with this post lol)

(My take on this with a male yautja can be found here.)

I kinda feel like a female Yautja would be a lot more calm, a lot more logical, and way more permissive from the jump. A Yautja female doesn't have to worry about an appendage being gnawed off, and she certainly doesn't have any perturbation about your oral structure, as dull and unthreatening as it looks. I don't think female-receiving oral is a big thing for Yautja, (though it's far more probable than its male counterpart) but maybe they engage in tongue action from time to time with their own species. I do, however, think that the idea of lips, blunt teeth, and a wider, much smoother tongue would interest a female yautja enough to make her want to try it from the minute the topic is raised...

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Terrifying could be a very fitting adjective for your situation for some. A less seasoned human in the fine art of romancing deadly extraterrestrials would probably have bowed out long before now, before a massive, clawed hand could find purchase on the back of your fragile, tiny head.

She's 8 and a half feet of nothing but thew and venom. More muscle than you've ever seen packed onto a curvy frame, with muscular pectorals and the nicest ass and hips you've ever seen. And it's all wrapped in a pretty package of dappled greens and browns, textured skin pulled over the planes of her body in such a right way that it isn't fair.

She's absolutely gorgeous... you know, in her own viscerally terrifying way.

Currently a grunting, growling mess, all teeth and fire-eyes as she writhes beneath you, she's even more alluring. Like a needy predator with deadly claws, she grinds just this side of too hard into your face with a rolling insistence that sparks at your need to provide and please her, wanton enough to inspire a succinct pride within you that you are the source of such a massive, intimidating galactic predator's pleasure.

"Right there." She grits through her teeth, somehow making it sound like a plea and a demand in one. Tree trunk thighs tighten around your head, careful not to pop it like a too-ripe watermelon, and she goes completely still.

Convergent evolution - if such concepts can be applied interplanetarily- is a magnificent thing. Darwin, or what dust is left of him after those centuries past, should be doing backflips in his grave...

In two beats, she's gone, mewling to the stars on the other side of the tempered window in wild bursts of feral pleasure, praying to her brutal gods in a fraternal echo of any human ever to be in her position. Every muscle, previously taut enough that it felt like you could be doing unspeakable things to a boulder, whips along the complete axis of it's motion, spasming in wild bursts of pleasure. As she comes down, panting and growling, she goes limp, only exerting enough energy to haul you up along her frame so you can rest atop her.

On your lips, linger the alien taste of her release, like something not quite familiar enough for a name or a likeness. Gently, she caresses you, tapered claws trailing up and down your back as you rise and fall in time with her massive chest.

"You..." she pants, and you're struck anew with pride at how unraveled you can get her, gruff and unmovable as she usually is. "You are quite skilled with that mouth of yours."

Compliments as such are not unheard of from her but they do fall sparingly and so you soak this one up with a grin. Those shark-like eyes that you've grown to love wander over your face, mapping the topography as if trying to discern for herself what makes your facial structure so pleasurable.

"Consider my ego stroked," you joke, and those eyes swipe up to bore into yours.

"You would like something else stroked." It's not a question, it's a statement she knows to be true and she gives you no time to answer before she rolls and she's on top of you.

Already breathless, you chuckle and bloom beneath her, body spreading under her wandering claws that you know from experience she can use so skillfully...

[soaps-hoe-141]

Back Together

Part 23

Pairing: Soap x Ghost

WC: 4.9k

Synopsis: Choo choo

Warnings: Lots of violence (if you read the last part you already know what kind)

Six hours since Johnny had been taken. Just six and the fuckers already knew enough about him to put a video on the internet to let everyone know they had someone of value. His fingers were dug into the leather of the chair as Price asked Watcher, "Have you watched it yet?" The young man shook his head, he felt a sense of dread as the cursor on the screen neared the play button. All eyes stared ahead, even Konig and Ghost, so close to one another, no longer paid any mind to their grievances. This wasn't about them, this was about Soap.

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Fingers dug at the skin underneath his arms, hauling him up from where he had been thrown a few hours earlier, or had it been minutes, he couldn't keep track of the time anymore. It had been so dark and so cold in here that he thought he was gonna freeze to death before they came back. Maybe that would be better though, no telling what these people had in store for him. His hands were bound by something sticky, duct tape probably, and when he tried to move his feet he could tell they too had been tied together by something. The fingers hoisted him up, he couldn't see their faces, he couldn't see anything really. Oh, there was a hood on him, now that made sense.

The fingers released him and he felt the cold floor seep through the fabric of his shirt and pants. He tried to crawl his way forward, but a boot pressed its heel on the back of his hand, pain shooting up his arm but it was secondary to the thoughts he let run through his mind and ground him. The rules, his rules, the ones his experience had taught him well. Rule 1: Do not make a sound, never let them hear you breaking. Rule 2: Little things, you tell them the insignificant details first if you have to, if you just can't take it anymore and you need it to stop if only for a moment. Rule 3: Never sell out your team, never put a target on their backs. Your team can bring you back but not if they're trying to keep themselves from getting killed or taken as well.

The hood slid off over his head, light blinded him and he closed his eyes against it while his head pounded and he had the overwhelming urge to sleep. Had the flash done this much damage to his head? Maybe he wasn't ready when he came back, his head didn't feel like it was healed now that was for sure. A foot rolled him over and then a hand was pulling his eyelids up, harsh light sending another round of pain through him. Don't flinch, whatever you do don't flinch, he forced himself to look up, to gaze upon his captors with the disdain that flooded every corner of his mind. The man he saw was not who he expected, but did you ever expect to see your HVT right in front of you? If your HVT knew who and where you were there was a problem and he already checked one of those off his list.

Ilya Barandin, Soap blinked for a couple seconds before the man smiled above him, but there was no warmth there, only the cold hard truth that he was internationally, galactically fucked. "I thought I recognized you, you're the one who came to my city and stole my favorite German."

His brows furrowed and he managed to croak out, "What?"

The smile dropped for a moment as he answered, "Konig, it was you on the cameras, I even have a recording. Much like the one I'm going to put of you on the internet for everyone to see."

Fingers pulled him up to his knees and watched the Russian as he moved towards a man holding a camera. His heart jumped as the red light came on, recording him and Ilya both. "Hello," he gave a little wave to the camera, his smile back on his face as he pandered to an audience that would soon be millions. How did he keep it there when he obviously felt no joy? "So you come into my city, take my friends, and don't even have the good manners to say hello first. And you don't stop there, you come to my country next, and think that I won't know?" Ilya paused to take a step back towards him, the dark eyes glancing over his shoulder to lock on to his target before a finger raised, pointing at him. "And you do it, all of it, with the same man? You think I wouldn't recognize the Sergeant John MacTavish? Say hello to the world John, tell your friends and family hello."

Ilya motioned to the camera, and Soap stayed stubbornly silent, even when hand pulled him up on his knees. The Russian sighed and nodded at someone behind him before he saw them come around and a fist slammed into his jaw. Lights flashed behind his eyelids, shit he could smell colors right now he was sure. That was red right there, warm and painful and metallic. His stomach tightened at the urge to puke but he had nothing to expel, instead he felt blood trickle out of his mouth to the cold floor under him. Hands pulled at him again, he had fallen over though he didn't remember hitting the ground. "Say hello John," the man repeated with a glare despite the smile on his face again.

Soap returned the glare up at the man before spitting out, "Fuck off ye daft cunt. I amnae saying shite for you, I don't speak for anyone I speak for myself ya prick." He didn't see the nod from the Russian but he still felt the fist land, on his other side this time, were there two of the bloody bastards?

"You know John we could have a lot of fun, you and I, but not if you are gonna talk like that. Now try again, say hello, I'm sure your team would want to hear it from you, da?" Ilya was watching him with narrowed eyes, don't blink, don't react, just stare straight ahead, give them nothing to go off of.

Soap stayed silent for a couple seconds before finally muttering, "Hello."

It seemed to satisfy the Russian at least as he turned back to the camera. "So you have something I want, and I now have something you very desperately want. How about we trade? You give me back Suheil and, let's say, a million UK pounds for emotional reparations and I'll give you back little John here." Someone handed Ilya a syringe, watching as the man backed up towards him. Soap started to move backwards but hands grabbed his shoulders on both sides and he couldn't escape. "You have four days to get me what I want," the needle slipped into his neck and he watched as the plunger pushed down, the liquid inside emptying into his veins. Everything went blurry and he couldn't keep his eyes open. He tried to work his mouth but all he could do was let out a strained gurgle. And then it all faded, the emptiness of the void protecting him in its womb, for now.

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Soap’s head slumped forward and Ilya pulled the needle out, handing it off to someone. The Russian stared at the camera with his empty smile and kneeled down beside Soap. His fingers grabbed the dark locks and pulled his head up, face blank for the camera now, no longer carrying that telltale look of defiance that was just Johnny. "Four days. Each day you fail to comply, your friend and I will have a chat, nice and long. Don't wait four days, you won't like the outcome. Just ask Konig." The video ended then, Ilya still smiling at the screen.

Ghost felt the rage boiling in his mind, no longer was it a want, it was a need to kill the man. He turned his eyes down quickly to look at the German as the Captain questioned, "What does he mean by ask you Germ?"

Konig was still staring at where the video was, until slowly all gazes turned to him. His green eyes were wrought with disbelief as he answered, "He gave KorTac the same ultimatum, and you saw the aftermath of that. He tortured us for three days, the fourth day he killed us."

The pit in his stomach grew wider when Gaz spoke up then, "We need to get him back, Captain."

"Agreed," Price answered, standing up to look at Laswell. "When can we leave?"

Ghost didn't bother to wait for the woman's answer, he was at the door in a second as he growled out, "Now."

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Eighteen hours and twenty seven minutes since Johnny had been taken. Eighteen hours and twenty seven minutes since the world had shattered around him. Since he’d gazed over the precipice and known he couldn’t do this, couldn’t live without that little bastard annoying him at every turn and constantly being under his feet. Every room in this base had been cleared, every single one and there wasn’t even a trace of the Scotsman to be seen. Watcher had been tasked to their unit and was sitting behind a computer terminal now. Konig, Price, and Gaz were down the hall searching through every file, every piece of physical evidence they could find, for anything that could tell them where Soap was.

The ginger Scotsman behind him stood and said quickly, “I’ve got everything, we can go now.”

Ghost grunted and moved down the hall with Watcher right behind him, “Comin’ in Price.” They turned into the room where the rest of the team was sifting through everything.

The Captain barely even looked up as he skimmed a file before he took a phone out of his vest and snapped pictures of three flight manifests, all claiming multiple passengers on board but not having any names that were of note. He lifted his hand to his radio and his voice came over everyone’s headset, “Laswell, I’ve got three flight manifests here, sending you the pictures now.”

“I’ll start tracking them down now,” the woman said over the comms.

Price motioned for Watcher to get over there, he had become their designated pack mule for the time being since he was already carrying computer hard drives, what difference would a few files make to the Scotsman. He turned the young man around, unzipping his pack and shoving the files inside before he zipped it back up and said, “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Ghost led them out without a word, counting every second in his head that Soap wasn’t there with them. Thoughts focused on a single thing, getting Johnny back and alive in one piece. Not just for his own selfish thoughts but for Soap’s physical and mental wellbeing, so his family never has to bury a son, a brother, or an uncle. Johnny was gonna grow old living whatever life he fantasized about if it was the last thing he did.

A three hour flight out of the country and to the nearest motel they could find much to Ghost’s annoyance, if it were up to him they’d be sniffing that Russian bastard down with or without the intel they needed. But, realistically they had no information on where to go, they had no choice but to wait while Watcher and Laswell worked through all the information they had gotten from the base. Laswell was roomed with Price and Gaz, while Konig, Watcher, and Ghost were shoved into a room together. Laswell tracked the flight numbers down to each of their respective destinations while Watcher sorted through the digitized information.

The German and the Scotsman showered quickly, changing into fresh clothes after getting the gore off of their bodies. Ghost was reluctant to clean the blood off his hands though, to change out of the clothes that had been soaked in the blood of the men who had stolen Soap from them, from him. However, when he caught the German looking at him he let out a gruff, “What’re you lookin at me for?”

Konig’s glare hardened even more before he answered, “Trying to figure out what is going through your head.”

Ghost’s eyes narrowed and both men stared at one another for a few seconds, tension building in the room. He half expected to hear a Scottish accent cutting in, breaking their eye contact but it didn’t come. The only Scot here was the ginger typing on his keyboard as he sorted through the data on the hard drives they’d taken with a can of soda sitting on one of the night stands beside him. “It’s none of your fuckin business Konig,” he disappeared into the bathroom, showering quickly and staring at himself in the mirror. He reached a finger up to the scars that were etched across his face. The memory of Johnny doing the same thing flashed through his mind and he dropped his hand to the sink, rocking into it as his knuckles turned white. He gripped it as he tried to hold himself together, to not feel all the emotions trying to flood his mind. His chin fell and hazel eyes closed, head shaking as he forced the emotions back where they belonged.

Twenty four hours and three minutes since he’d been taken, he had to hold it together. Breaking down was not an option, get angry, see red, but do not break down. Ghost pulled his clothes on, hands shaking as he pulled his mask on in the mirror, hiding his face behind the black balaclava. He left the bathroom, throwing his bag on the seat near the door into the room. Watcher was still typing on his laptop, the soda can now gone and replaced by a bottle of water and a bag of chips. Konig had moved to the other side of the bed, elbows on his knees and holding his head in his hands. The German looked up at him as he stood at the window, looking out at their truck with one shoulder leaning against the wall. He heard the other man huff and saw his head shake in the reflection of the window before he turned his attention to the reflection of the man on the bed, “I do not understand you.”

He felt a growl rise in his throat as he answered, “Good thing you don’t need to then.”

The German stood up, the bed creaking at the loss of his weight. His head tilted as he watched the Lieutenant, “You act as if you do not care. Why? You obviously cared enough when you tried to beat me for spending the night at his apartment.”

Ghost gritted his teeth, hazel eyes narrowing as he stared at Konig though he still leaned casually against the wall, “I do care. He is my teammate too. What happened the other night was a misunderstanding.”

Konig gave a cynical laugh at that, “Is that what you call it? A misunderstanding? You know as well as I do he was more than a teammate, do not say that quatsch to me Ghost.”

He pushed himself up from the wall then, watching as the German stalked closer now. There was a distinctive lack of typing now, Watcher’s eyes flicking between the two of them nervously. “The bloody hell do you want me to say Konig? That I’m sorry for breaking your nose? I’m not, deal with it.”

The big man was wearing the black mask that Soap had gotten him, the one that didn’t cover his entire face, only his mouth, nose, and part of his cheeks. He could see the way his face reddened, not in a blush but in a deep seated rage. The words flew out of his mouth seemingly without thought, “Du bist eine Verschwendung einer Existenz. Du warst, du bist und du wirst immer eine böse Kreatur sein, die seiner unwürdig ist. Jetzt wirst du nicht mehr geliebt werden.”

Ghost’s eyes narrowed as he stepped closer, “Say it in english, coward.”

The man didn’t hesitate, “You are a waste of an existence. You were, you are and you will always be a nasty creature unworthy of him. Now you won't be loved anymore.”

It finally set him off, he struck out smacking a fist into Konig’s face. He felt the cartilage give under his knuckles, still not completely healed from the last time he’d hit him. The German fell back a couple steps but when Ghost tried to follow it up, arms wrapped around his torso and drove him to the ground and the air was forced from his lungs. He kicked upwards, a foot smacking into hard abdominal muscles but the man didn’t budge. A fist came down at his face, then another, and another. He heard the room door open, catching the sight of ginger hair fleeing the room. Ghost kicked again, pushing Konig up and flipping him over his head. He was scrambling to get on top of him when he heard the door open again. He lashed out with a fist missing his mark when hands grabbed him, pulling him backwards. Ghost roared at the German as he watched the man stand up, trying to fight through the strong arms that had locked around his waist and now had him pinned against the wall.

It was Price’s voice that broke through the red haze in his vision, “Ghost! Stop! Bloody hell mate stop!” Konig stood fists clenching at his sides as the Lieutenant calmed slowly, Laswell and Watcher standing at the door looking between the two men. 

Finally he stopped struggling, and growled at the Captain, “I’m fine, let me go.” Slowly Gaz and Price’s arms holding on to him released their tight grip. They were both unsure at first but when he pulled away and stalked to the other side of the room to stand on the other side of the bed. He distanced himself from everyone else and the tensions seemed to subside at least for the moment.

The Captain looked between him and Konig now, “What fuck are you muppets doing? We barely just get here to get some rest and you two are fighting like you’re each other's enemies? Are you fuckin kidding me? Use your fuckin heads!”

Konig was staring hard at Ghost but he didn’t say anything, neither in German or English. The Lieutenant had to break the silence, “We’re fine Price. Disagreement.”

The brunette shook his head, noticing for the first time he wasn’t wearing a beanie or the boonie hat. Soap would have had a field day with that, he never would have shut up about it. “No, I've had enough of whatever this is between you two. But we are a man down and a minute short we do not have the resources to be fighting right now. Shelf whatever the fuck is wrong with the both of you and deal with it after we get Soap back. Get your head out of your asses.” The Captain shot a glare at Konig and said, “You’re changing rooms Germ, get your shite. Gaz you’re in here with Watcher and the other big bastard.”

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Twenty five hours and forty two minutes since Soap had been taken. He couldn’t sleep and it wasn’t just because of Gaz’s loud snores, and Watcher having yet to close his laptop as he imagined Laswell in the other room was doing the same thing. When the typing stopped it took his mind a second to realize the absence before his eyes shot to the ginger who was staring at his screen, fingers paused over the keys as if time had frozen. “What’s wrong,” his deep voice rasped out, throat dry and cracking, as he took his eyes off of the truck for the first time that night other than his fight with Konig anyway. Watcher still didn’t move, frozen, and for a moment he thought he might be sleeping and just hadn’t realized it. He lifted the sleeve of his shirt, pinching the skin hard enough that it would undoubtedly bruise later. Everything stayed the same, the streetlight outside still flickered and the occasional car still chugged by slowly on the road outside. He asked his question again, raising the volume of his voice then, “What’s wrong, Watcher?”

Blue eyes found his face before the man finally answered, “There’s another video.” He felt like he’d been punched in the gut, the urge to panic trying to set in as he actively smothered it again. They were supposed to have four days. Twenty five hours and forty seven minutes, that wasn’t four days.

---------- (Soap POV)

The sedative wore off slowly, the dark world around him coming into focus groggily and it didn’t help that he was shivering so hard his teeth were clicking together. The concrete room was literally freezing and he felt, was he wet? He tried to move his toes but he couldn’t tell if they responded or not, he couldn’t feel them. He’d lost the pants and shirt he’d been wearing on his last mission, replaced by a thin pair of pants and an even thinner t-shirt all that clung to him, while the wet fabric chafed his skin.

Blue eyes scanned the room, his body spasming in an attempt to generate heat, far past just shivering now. Soap slid himself backwards until his back hit a wall, analyze your surroundings and get your bearings. There was nothing to analyze though, he was in a lightless room and his hands and feet were still tied. He didn’t manage to stay upright long though as he trapped his fingers between his thighs and his shoulder smacked against the cold concrete floor. Every surface sapped his warmth, whatever his shivering was creating didn’t stick long in his limbs.

It was timeless sitting in the dark, draped in wet clothes. When the door finally opened and light filtered into the room he couldn’t summon the energy to move, only his eyes could find the two men who stepped inside. Puffs of air were visible in the light as they grabbed him by the arms, dragging him out of what he feared might soon be his tomb. He continued to shiver even as they pulled him through the heated sections of whatever building they were in. Eyes examined every surface, trying to find something, anything of import he could use to his advantage.

When they lifted him up over a step and then threw him down he realized he was in the same room as last time. His body couldn’t stop shaking even when the Russian rolled him to his back with that same empty smile staring down at him. “Good morning, John, did you sleep well?” Soap stared up at him, he opened his mouth to answer but he couldn’t get the words out past his chattering teeth. “You should have said you needed a blanket if you were cold, your poor lips are turning blue. Oh and apologies for the wet clothes, you smelt like shit, so I told the men to give you a bath.” Ilya turned to look at the camera, nodding to the man who was behind it before the red light turned on and he knew he was being recorded for the whole world to see again.

The Russian spread his hands and shook his head as he paced in front of the camera. “One day down and poor John I have to tell you, I really thought your friends would care more about you. See I was even kind enough not to hurt your teammate 141, and you repay that kindness with silence. So John,” dark eyes looked down at him as he signaled with a hand to the men who had brought him here. He heard a chair slide across the floor before hands lifted him under his arms and sat his still helplessly shivering body into the chair. He knew he would have fallen over again if it wasn’t for the hands of the two men holding him in place. Ilya leaned down beside him as he looked at the camera, “Looks like we have to have that talk.”

The tape on his hands was cut and the men pulled his arms away from where he had been warming his frozen fingers in between his thighs, or at least attempting to. He opened his mouth, sucking in cold air that chilled him even further before he growled out, “Go stick…yer dick…in a blender.” He felt his hands press back together as he was rebound, and then his ankles were taped to the legs of the chair.

Ilya’s smile turned into a smirk then and his head tilted, “Where is Suheil, John?” Soap was finally getting his shivering under control, staring at Ilya with clear defiance. “If I ask again you wont like the way I do it. Don’t make your team watch that, I hate to be the bad guy.” The Scotsman stayed silent, even when the Russian sighed and gestured to the men who moved the chair closer to the camera. Ilya pulled his own chair forward, taking a seat beside him as a knife was handed to him. He tested the blade for a moment with the tips of his fingers before he glanced up at him again, “Where is Suheil, John?” Soap stared forward, not saying anything even as the knife neared his leg. The thin fabric cut like butter under the knife, exposing two huge gashes, one in his thigh and the other in his calf. They were both angry, red, and puffy and undoubtedly were infected by now.

“We should get you something for that, don’t you think?” Fingers pressed against the torn flesh and the small shivers still going through him hid the flinch he couldn’t stop. The fingers slid into the flesh, digging in as blood coated the man’s hand and wrist. His hand disappearing deeper than any foreign object should have been able to go. He felt like a worm was burrowing into his muscle. Soap couldn’t take in a full breath, his face contorting despite his best effort to control his expression. His breath halted when another finger pressed into the open wound, digging around like he was searching for something, “Just gotta make sure the dog didn’t leave anything behind, you understand da?”

Blue eyes turned to glare at the man, his breath shallowing even more at the pain, “Aye I understand.” He paused to strangle a groan in his throat before continuing, “I understand that every girlfriend or wife you’ve ever had walks away disappointed. Your fingers couldn’t satisfy the tightest woman on the planet and I’m sure anyone who has ever been with you is looser than your mother was the day she pushed out yer big head.” Ilya’s eyes narrowed at him and he added in a growl that could rival even Ghost’s, “The least you could do is play some bloody music so I don’t have to sit here listenin to your pre-pubescent voice, or maybe some fuckin earmuffs that’d be nice.” The knife struck out without thought, the pain in his thigh blinded like the sun. Despite it though, and despite his shaking head and muffled groans, he was laughing. He, the dead man, the victim, was sitting here torturing his captor mentally just as much as he was receiving physically. Wasn’t that some backwards shit?

---------- (Ghost POV)

Shut up Johnny, just shut your mouth for once in your fuckin life. The video went on for fifteen minutes, Soap’s emasculating and berating comments flying out so fast he was sure the Russian was going to cut out his tongue before it was through. He noticed just how bad his stomach hurt, the bile rising in his throat with every cut of the blade across once unmarred skin. Skin he had marked to hell once, skin he had claimed as his. “He’s cold,” the voice broke him away from the picture at the end of the video. Soap’s head once more hanging forward after being sedated with whatever fuckin drug they were shoving into him.

“What does that even mean?” Gaz asked, turning a questioning look over at Konig who was standing just barely in front of Ghost.

Konig leaned back, fingers lacing behind his head as he remembered what he had been through with the Russian. “When he had us he used the environment, the heat in my case, to try and break us psychologically,” a finger tapped against his temple as he indicated what he meant. “He put us into what turned into a sauna, packed together and radiating heat, sun beating on us every morning and evening while he tortured us through the afternoon. He used the desert to break us.”

Something in Laswell’s mind seemed to click and she nodded slowly agreeing with the German, “You think he’s doing the same thing to Soap.” She disappeared for a few seconds, returning with her laptop from the other room as she opened the files that Price had sent her from the last base. “One plane flew to Brazil, where it is currently summer so going off of what Konig is saying we can strike it off the list. Another plane took off to Estonia, and the other landed in Ukraine. It could be either one, John.” She turned her gaze to the Captain, neither one certain they wanted to make this decision.

Finally, Price steeled him as he made his decision and said, “Ukraine is more likely, we’ll go there first. Pack up boys, we’re leaving.”

[oatstheartificer]

RE; The Blue Dwarf [Pt.1]

A soft, comforting voice broke the eerie silence of the captians quarters as harsh bright lights flickered to life.

"Captain, it's time to wake up. We are approaching Sarah-5"

John slowly opened his eyes as the lights burst to life, giving a small groan. He sat up in his bunk and slid his legs off to the side, eyes still half closed.

"Annie-"

He mumbled, grabbing at his captians badge besides him on the steel bed stand and groaning quietly.

"how close are we exactly?"

A small hologram of a woman, clad in what seemed to be midevil clothing appeared before him. Its green eyes and brown hair swaying in a non existent wind as it spread its hand wide, revealing a massive star map that covered his quarters in a pale green sheen.

"Approximately... one earth hour, and five minutes."

The hologram says, closing its palm. With that, the map vanished.

"Ah, good."

Grunting again, John stood up and opened the sliding cupboard he kept his clothes in, pulling out a very nice black suit and tie. He carefully slipped on the silky black pants, the tie, and finally the vest. Smoothing it down, he gave himself a look over. It still fit, even after all this time. Honestly, he was a little suprised with all that had been happening.

"Annie, how do I look?"

The AI- Annie, as it seemed to be called- looked over his suit and gave an approving nod.

"You look quite nice sir."

She said, her voice soft and comforting.

"Perfect. I want to look nice for her."

John patted his pants down before swiping his badge across the scanner. A soft hiss filled his ears as the bulkhead doors slid open to reveal a hallway leading into the rest of the ship. The lights dim, but not enough to hinder his vision. The perfect light level- and her favourite.

"And how is everything doing? Engines? Agricultural department? FTL drive?"

He asked, taking a step out of his cabin and falling into a brisk walk almost immediately. The sound of his shoes echoing down the halls.

Annie seemed to blip out of existence for a moment before returning to his side, walking on air besides him. It was always entertaining to see her mimick whatever he was doing, and somewhat comforting at times like these.

"All Nominal, though the engines seem to be working at 98.6% of their regular output."

John nodded along as he opened another bulkhead casually, continuing his quick pace after opening entirely.

"Well, I'll take a look at it afterwards."

Another hiss, but this time a room of greens and reds and whites, all fruits and vegetables. Well, all but one row of pure white roses, besides which were a colorful array of different flowers, in which John stopped and seemingly hovered his hand over them, deciding which one to pluck. His eyes wandering over all of them, inspecting each one for any flaws.

"Sir, I know today is important. But I also need you to know we cannot continue on our own for much longer. I am barely able to moderate all the systems by myself, and you cannot do every odd job around the ship."

Annie piped up, blinking as he swept his hand down and swiftly plucked one of the roses. Then another. And another.

"Mmm... I'll think about it. You know how I do with teams." He responded a bit gruffly, fixing some of the the newly acquired roses onto his chest. The rest, he put together in a bunch and gave them a sniff.

"Though, you are right- how long have we been by ourselves?"

As he spoke, he slowly picked various other flowers, from purple tulips to sunflowers and added them to the small bunch in his hands.

"Approximately three and a half star cycles."

She answered curtly, watching him slowly fill out his hands with flowers.

John clicked his tongue as he ties the bottoms of the flowers together with some spare string he seemingly pulled out of nowhere, deftly tying it into a bow.

"In another time code please, you know I hate galactic standard."

Annie sighed audibly, even if she didn't have to. A habit she was picking up from her traveling companion.

"seven earth years."

"That's much better. Hmmm. That *is* quite a long time- maybe you're right. I'll ask her. Do you think she'll like the flowers this year?"

He ponders, almost to himself as he exits the Agricultural gardens, fiddling with the boque of flowers.

"I'm sure she'll love them"

she responded softly, placing a non existent hand on his shoulder as they walked.

"I hope so. How much longer until we get to Sarah-5?"

He asked, tugging at his collar.

"About... five earth minutes."

Annie vanished for a moment again before returning, wearing a much more appropriate dress.

"I'll open the bridge viewing port"

John nodded and sat down in his captians chair, spinning it around to face the front of his craft as Annie slowly opened the viewing ports. Just outside, almost engulfing the ship in its massive blue halo, was a blue dwarf. It's soft hue coloring the entirety of the bridge blue, white corona's spiraling off into space with a firey rage. Surrounding the blue dwarf was a harsh purple and red nebula, from which it had formed. The view was- stunning. Always left John speechless at first. But, soon he collects his thoughts and smiles, leaning forward in his chair.

"Hello beautiful. I brought you flowers, do you like them?"

The blue dwarf, of course, had no answer. It just continued to spew blue light and radiation. But John didn't care.

"I know I know I missed you too. Did you hear that Annie wants me to get a new crew? On the ship? I wanted to ask your thoughts."

Casually, he let the flowers slip into a small tube, ejecting them out into the cold vacuum of space towards the dwarf. When they made contact, there was a massive corona burst, shaking the ship violently.

"Ah, so you agree huh? Always nice to hear your thoughts. I wore my wedding suit this time. I kept it nice for you."

Again, no answer. But that was all John had to say, and said nothing more. Just sitting there, looking out into the depths of the star.

Hours passed, before Annie gently spoke up.

"Sir, we should head out. She'll go back into her gamma ray storm soon."

John sighed and patted down his suit, small flecks of dust floating to the ground as he did.

"You're right you're right. Well, where's the nearest station?

He asked, turning to the controls.

[Thank you for reading! This is an older post of mine I am very fond of. Recently, I managed to recover *some* of the notes for this story and wanted to restart it! So I found the old post, tweaked a little bit of it, and am sharing here on Tumblr + reddit.

This is the only piece I will be posting again, I just love this short little snippet into the world and didn't want to try and rewrite it, as i really loved this one. Thank you for reading, and i'lll continue the story in future! I have another part currently and will post it soon, how soon I'm not sure. Probably later today. Or tomorrow.]

[dogmatik]

Three Seconds.

Rick runs his tongue across his teeth, finds a split above his left canine sluggishly oozing blood. He presses into it, the wound covering his soft pallet with liquid-iron. He used to love the taste of blood, it was exciting, made him see red. That was a long time ago, back when he was with the flesh curtains, doing mostly earth coke in the galactic equivalent of shitty truck stops. Now the taste just pisses him off, reminds him that some nameless waste of carbon actually got a hit in. He can feel a drop of spit and blood plop onto his thigh. He spits and the blood splatters a lurid pink against the concrete floor. He'd wipe his face, but his hands are tied around his back, zip ties of all things dig irritating impressions into the thin skin against his wrist. His knees ache where they're pressed against the floor below him, the cold seeping in through his pant legs and promising a good week of creaking pain if he manages to make it out of this shit hole alive. Fuck, he's too old for this shit.

Rick is pulled very sharply from his thoughts when he hears the door open behind him, followed by strong, steady foot falls and much lighter shuffling ones. He recognizes the later, and his guess is confirmed when Morty stumbles into his line of sight. He doesn't look hurt, his clothes are dirty and there's dust sticking to the tear tracks along his cheeks, but no pain graces his features. Just fear. If it weren't for Morty he'd already be out of here, fucking plastic zip ties were the last thing that would stop The Rick Sanchez. His captor knew that though, and they both knew that the ties were really more of a formality anyway. So yeah, he could've left an hour ago, but with the couple of blows to the side of his head knocking loose his augmentation controls he wasn't convinced he'd find Morty wherever they were keeping him on their ramshackle compound before they decided to take him out back and put the sorry little bastard down.

Speaking of, there's a laser gun pressed snug against the base of Morty's skull. Their kidnapper is a Melvonian, bipedal and mostly humanoid apart from their second set of arms, eyes and various other appendages. Wink. This one is male, about middle aged for his species, his skin tone an admittedly pretty shade of mauve. It's a shame, the guys hot, too bad as soon as he lets his guard down he'll be dead. "Morning Sanchez, I've brought your little buddy. Say Hi little buddy." The man grins, shaking Morty by the bruising grip on his bicep. "Ow, H-hi, grandpa Rick." he winces. "So here's the deal. We've got a really important fight coming up, and that portal tech of yours sure would come in handy." "I don't get involved in interstellar politics, and neither does my badass tech. Bite me." The guy shoves the gun harder against Morty's head, eliciting a squeak of fear and causing his knees to wobble like a new born calf. "Don't interrupt me." Rick rolls his eyes, but stays quiet. For Now.

Rick can see the twitch in one of the mans four eyes, he's still smiling, but he looks angry, a little crazed. Damn, it really is a shame this dude's gotta die. Forgive him for thinking with his dick here, but crazy is pretty much the only type that can keep up with Rick for too long, and the guys got two sets of pecs. Drool. "As I was saying, your tech would help us a lot. Someone from my group has tried and failed to get the machine from you peacefully. Clearly peaceful is not a approach you sway to. Now it's my turn. So here is my ultimatum: Give us a working portal gun and blueprints to build more, or I send a laser through your grandson's head. Simple, no?" He cocks his head to the side, tone light, like he's discussing which restaurant he wants to go to and he's not the perpetrator of a goddamn hostage situation. Morty has been so quiet, eyes trained on Rick. It unnerves him, the genuine panic on his grandson's face. He needs to focus.

Rick's been doing some mental math, trying to figure out how to get through the zip ties and the gun out of this big idiots hand before he pulls the trigger. He can see the safety is on, but he'd recognize a Fentel 16 anywhere, and you can bypass the safety by pressing down the trigger and holding for three seconds. Kinda always struck Rick as defeating the purpose of the safety, but the Fentel series is pretty much exclusively used by criminals, so the company only put a safety on the thing in the first place to get past Galactic Federation manufacturing guidelines. He's not sure he can get to Morty in 3 seconds from here. He needs to think of something, fast. "Listen muscle man, I'm telling you I'm not giving you or your little gang my portal tech. I don't care how righteous you think your cause is, there's a billion other warmongering douchebags in this star system alone who think the exact same thing. I'm not contributing to that." The guys fucking built. Rick isn't short by any means, a cool 6'4" un-slouched, but this guy has at least a foot or so on him. Plus he's pretty sure the dudes forearm is at least the size of his thigh; side note again: Drool. Anyway, he's not sure he can take him in a wrestling match for that gun, especially considering the two extra arms. If Morty reacted quick enough maybe, but the kids little wrists are bound like Ricks are, and he looks scared enough to be nauseous. Rick can't count on him on this one.

"I've been following you a long time, I can tell when you're stalling." Rick can talk a fish out of water on good days, but revolutionary types are a notoriously stubborn breed. He'd know, he was one. Still is, though its been a while since he's been in a fight over anything but his own self-interest. That thought stings just a little. Don't have time for that one, Back in the vault it goes. Rick can see Morty trembling, and can see his chest stuttering when he holds his breath to stop the shakes. It makes Rick's chest hurt a little, like something in there was knocked loose the same time his augmentations were. Rick stops looking at him. "Morty's a shit bargaining chip by the way, Broh. I've got a coupon for a new one from the citadel in my back pocket right now." Rick bares his teeth, smells his own blood on his breath. "Besides, I've been to your pitiful little planet shit for brains, I know your species has a thing about killing kids. You're all too sentimental." Their captor laughs, two of his four eyes squeezed shut in mirth, the other two still diligently trained on Rick "For The Rick Sanchez? I'm willing to make an exception." He grins, double canines glittering blue-white as he switches the safety off and the gun comes alive with a mechanical hum, neon purple lights flicking on incrementally, indicating the charge.

Fuck, there go his three seconds.

[pondslime]

I've been absent from Tumblr for a couple of days and somehow my FYP is full of Sinclair thots??.?? Is this some national holiday?🥶🥶🥶🥶 I have so many that gnawl at my brain at night.

Imagine calling Bo Beauregard for the first time🤐🤐🤐 You're either trying to be serious and have a real conversation with him for the first time since settling in Ambrose (spoiler: this is impossible. He's misogynistic and a firm believer that there's nothing to talk about with girls🩷🩷🩷🩷 he gives off that TikTok vibe "Do girls even have hobbies?" Like bro, drinking bear and crying ain't a hobby either), or you're so exhausted with his neanderthal shenanigans that you just sigh "Beauregard...." while absolutely pissed off and annoyed.

I just KNOW mama Sinclair would call him Beauregard in that no-nonsense tone when he would rip a hole in his dress pants before church , he must have PTSD from hearing his own freaking name. He's so used to being just Bo, that the only times he even acknowledges his full name are when he's either being scolded by his parents or when he's arrested and sees it on the paperwork.

So yeah, long story short I doubt he'd be amused by anyone calling him Beauregard. RIP MC.

*bonus crack thought* I remember talking here with someone about how Fucking Funny™ would it be to call Bo Robert. I'm not a native English speaker and I honestly never heard of the name Beauregard before😭😭😭 I just assumed Bo is like Bob, which is Robert😂😂😂😂 I'd get smacked on the head with a wrench for trying to be cute and calling him Robert. End scene

omg jhdsjhfjd not the fyp being inundated w/my dumbassery 💀

I lowkey felt like I was spamming the dash last night. BUT idk what came over me, I've had a couple days off work and I'm in a chatty mood hjhdsjahjhsdjh like. I just wanna TALK about this goofy ass movie?? **note to all the poor souls that might be following me rn: pls feel free to block the tag "sinclair brainrot hours" if u would like to save urself from my shenanigans**

this ask is killin me dshjhdfsjhj DRINKING BEER AND CRYING AIN'T A HOBBY BOY

I'm unfortunately part of the Anti-Beauregard Sinclair Hater Nation. I am, after all, the graphic designer responsible for THIS abomination:

context for this can be found here, with poki's galactic big brain take

I also love this take on what his real actual name is 🐔🧊

I just CANNOT buy this guy as a beauregard hdjhdfjh I simply cannot

HOWEVER. I do this thing w/ppl I'm fond of where I'll lengthen their names in ridiculous ways. like just add in entire syllables and letters that just. wholly don't exist. and I could see one of two situations playing out w/bing bong

scenario one: u drop a "beauregard" out of the blue one day. maybe you're trying to be cute. maybe you're trying to piss him off. he looks over @ u. crinkles his brow and gives u the bitchest lil expression. u best be glad u make good pork chops, WOMAN. bc u can't even remember his NAME. who tf u think ur talkin to??? one of ur fancy shmancy city boys?? get outta here!! just grumblin' around the living room abt how if u want some prissy ass boy w/a genteel ass name like that, his brother's right downstairs grumble grumble mutter mutter

scenario two:

he's been slurpin up that good ambrose moonshine (some crazy ass shit that comes in a jug w/x's on it. u know the one. lester labeled it as "ambrosia" and walks around saying it's the "fruit of the gods" and slappin his knee. bo has no fuckin' idea what he's saying.) and despite his high tolerance, boy's a bit sloshed. so are u. u drunkenly crawl into his lap and call him beauregard. he thinks this is v heehaw funny. whatchu think I am girl?? some kinda royalty?? that pretty lil head of urs is all kindsa messed up!! figure I AM like a king here hehehehehe

both equally as annoying😔

[stoptellinglieslois]

Principal of pleasure part 17

As the sting starts to kick off Dick get’s unexpected news.

Superman x Nightwing 

Dick

We are in full swing with the sting we even got to talk to the trafficker by asking casual questions about the time the bar opens up trying not to alarm anyone, We had to move a bit slower to really advance on them. It is simple but it became a bit trickier for us I told Kal not to go in all bravado and wait to take them down.

We’ve been here for eight weeks now when I thought we would leave sooner we stayed a bit longer then what I expected to.

We stayed at a park all though there were no grass or blue sky just a vast sand and tree’s things I have never seen before in my life. But this planet is a wonder of all the universe It looked like an underground evolve sandy utopia.

Since the day in the kitchen me and Kal have been having a lot of conversations about our situation. We are somewhat on the same page about most of the subjects I wanted to make sure that we understood each other. 

And I hope he would keep up being on the same page we are in I wanted to stay in that state of understanding each other. 

I sighed as we sat here watching the bar type gambling club where the trafficker frequents there.  

We had earpieces that connected us to the watch tower The Batman Green arrow and Green lantern had earpieces and a camera that is linked up to us in the form of a triangle pin that is clasp to are tunic.

Whatever me and Kal have to say to each other it could wait till later so far we sat here for over an hour not saying one word to each other, Watching the costumers go in and out of the bar.

I looked down at Kal’s hand how was drumming the wooden rustic bench, As I watched and listen to his fingers hitting the wood in a rhythmic sound and observe, it sounded like a heart beat he was mimicking I touched my chest as I look at Kal it was my heart beat he was hearing I couldn’t say anything I looked at him wide eye we didn’t say anything he looked over at me and smile at me and kept drumming his fingers to the beat of my heart.

“Whoa whoa I see the pink haired woman again.” The light pink haired woman Green lantern is referring to is the trafficker she is wearing leather pants and a hot fuchsia leather halter top she was medium built curvy shaped figure fair skinned evil little foul person. I wonder what planet she came from I wanted to know more about her I wondering if she had family and if she would traffic them maybe for the right prices there just some beings that are just not even beings.

“Good she keeps coming in and out of the club. She hasn’t left the club in days that space craft hasn’t moved in a week now.”

“Just stay on the bench they can’t see you guys so are cover isn’t blown.” Batman said the pink haired women finally went in the beaten up space hover craft and took off.

“Boys stays on that bench and see when she will come back.” Green lantern said the unsuspected woman didn’t know the whole planet was under arrest and on lock down the government of Axis and the guardian of the universe are surrounding the whole planet there is no violence here there is no murder’s here crime is none existence here.

And they intended on keeping it that way I agree I think they picked here to do there crime because this place is not on anyone’s radar.

We stayed here for three hours while listening to the trio in my ear talking planning and talking to galactic officials. 

Suddenly another hover craft station itself in front of the bar and the pink haired lady is not there but two men who looked human carried the crate in the bar.

“Superman use x-ray to see what’s inside it.” Kal stares at the wooden box. “There’s two children in there a boy and a girl in there.” Kal replied he looks at me as he says it.

“Ok so we need to advance on them sooner then later we won’t wait for another week we need to move in within twenty-four hours.” Batman said. “I link both of you up with the officials tonight we will commence the sting.”Batman continued the two other hero’s disconnected with us preparing for are bust.

We get up but Batman has not disconnected from us. “Dick I wanted to tell you some news before you prepare for the bust.” Batman's deep voice sounded so open as far as open go’s that was a mile stone. “It’s about Batgirl.”  Kal turned his head to me looking at me with no expression just a blank look.

“Yeah what’s up.” I said nervously I knew Kal could hear my heart because it was pounding hard. 

“Congratulations Dick she is expecting.” I breathed loudly through my nose I started laughing I put my hand over my hair and ruffled it. “Are you serious I can’t believe it oh my god B.” I was so excited and shocked that all these emotions are exploding inside of me right now. 

“Ok I delivered the news.” And Bruce disconnected with us still in shock I looked at Kal who was surprised but not that shocked he had a warm smile on his face.

And he started walking waving me to follow him we reached our small place. I took off the earpiece and camera Kal do’s the same I rubbed my face and looked at him my hands on my cheek in disbelieve. “Kal I’m going to be a father.” I said as he approach me and hugged me tightly.

I shivered as he held me and he kissed my nose. “Welcome to the club.” I looked up at him he wasn’t pissed or upset he looked at me with love in his eyes. “What do you mean what club?” I asked him.

“The father club I’m happy for you my little bird.” He snuggled his face on my throat and kissed it. “Nothing changes how I feel about you any less it actually makes you even more desirable to me.” I looked up at him and it was there right there I knew one thing I understood today it didn’t matter if I had a football team of a family or just one kid Kal was going to pursuit me anyway.

End of part 17 next is part 18 

Thank you for reading 

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For some folks, getting the best gym clothes for men is all the motivation they need to hit the gym or finish that punishing set of reps. Not only will a grip of fancy new workout gear help you start (and stick) to the resolutions you just made, it'll also help you get some galactic-level fits off in the process—even if you're sweaty as hell, huffing and puffing like you blew the house down.Those scratchy old band tees and baggy basketball shorts won't cut it when you're facing off against your gym nemesis on the elliptical, and as much as we love Swooshes and Stripes around these parts, there’s a whole world of sleek, performance-minded activewear brands out there for you to explore. Plus, the start of the year is the perfect time to take stock of your long-sleeves, sweatshirts, and workout pants (and likely cop some new ones). To help you do it, we went deep on 25 cutting-edge athletic labels we love—each a top-notch purveyor of the best gym wear for men—to keep you feeling motivated and ready to smash your next PR.The Best Men’s Workout Clothes, According to GQThe Ol' Reliable Pick: RhoneLongtime GQ Recommends readers know how we feel about Rhone. Its breathable, odor-fighting tees have held down the top spot on our list of best workout shirts for years now, and we're such big fans of their thoughtfully designed shorts that we made them the flagship product of the GQ Box a few quarters ago, too.RhoneReign Short-Sleeve ShirtFor Understated Gains: LululemonDespite its reputation as an athleisure brand, Lululemon does in fact make workout clothes that's actually pretty good. Think: stretchy pants, excellent fits, and classic silhouettes. And heck, if you do end up at a post-workout bar with your workout fit on, you won't look too out of place.LululemonMetal Vent Tech Long-Sleeve ShirtLululemonLicense to Train JoggerBefore designing cycling gear, Pas Normal Studios founder Karl-Oskar Olsen was behind Danish clothing brand Wood Wood. Beloved for its minimalist designs and Scandinavian styles, Wood Wood's design aesthetics could be applied to Pas, which is equally stylish (but more functional) for coasting down the streets of Copenhagen, New York, or London.Pas Normal StudiosMechanism Long Sleeve T-shirtPas Normal StudiosEssential VestMall brand Abercrombie has long been on its come-up, and after branching into athleticwear, we can say A&F has reached peak form. YPB, which stands for “Your Personal Best,” features a mix of tees, tanks, and other workout gear for achieving just that: your personal best.Abercrombie & FitchYPB neoKNIT MAX Half-ZipAbercrombie & FitchYPB motionTEK Track PantWho says distance running can't feel punk rock? Satisfy's moth-eaten muscle shirts and leopard-print shorts reflect their Parisian founder Brice Partouche's roots in skateboarding and hardcore.SatisfyPeaceshell Technical Climb PantsNeed to feel completely free in order to really hit your stride? Ten Thousand's featherlight Session training shorts and Distance tees—both some of the brand’s best sellers—are built to be as efficient as possible—and stay out of your way in pursuit of that next PR.Ten ThousandDistance ShirtTen ThousandInterval ShortBoston-based Tracksmith transplants Chariots of Fire-era aesthetics onto modern marathon-ready gear in a way that feels natural, stylish, and not the least bit kitschy. Its singlet (a fancy tank top) might be its most famous piece, but it’s hard to go wrong with literally anything from this brand.After shaking up the performance eyewear game with its ultramodern Japanese frames, District Vision has turned its attention to apparel. The brand's latest innovation is a stretchy, lightweight mesh called Air-Wear, with thousands of tiny pores that open and close as you move to regulate your body heat and sweat.District VisionKoharu SunglassesDistrict VisionZanzie Tapered Logo-Print Recycled-Shell Track PantsThe Preposterously Soft Pick: VuoriIf hand-feel is your number-one criteria, then Vuori is the move. Its buttery, sumptuous, stretchy sweats make all other pants feel like sandpaper by comparison.VuoriOutdoor Trainer ShellReigning Champ is Canadian through and through, focusing on high-quality materials (its French terry is exceptional) and high-functioning performance details. Everything is made and designed in Vancouver, Canada, yielding year-round staples that will take you from couch to crunch with comfort and ease.Reigning Champ97 Midweight Cotton Blend Fleece HoodieReigning ChampBrushed Fleece Straight Leg SweatpantsThe Repentant Raver Pick: Soar RunningIf your name is Tim Soar, you're all but legally obligated to start selling gym clothes. So in 2015, that's exactly what the London-based designer did, churning out slick, colorblocked running gear designed to help you sweat out the toxins after the club.Soar RunningWinter Anorak JacketSoar RunningRun SweatpantsThe Muscle Beach Pick: Y,IWOEver wondered what it would feel like slanging weight at Gold's in its sweat-soaked heyday? Y,IWO harnesses the endearingly cheesy energy of Pumping Iron-era Schwarzenegger—think retro graphics, bicep-hugging cuts, and bright, saturated colors—to imbue your gym selfies with a healthy jolt of '70s-era sleaze. It’s about time you tried a crop top anyway, especially when you’re weightlifting.Y,IWOBig Boy Club Cropped T-ShirtAll it took for Miler Running to take home a Fitness Award was equipping its top-notch shorts with a couple of damn pockets; they're that good. To absolutely no one's surprise, the rest of the brand's murdered-out wares—made in New York with fabrics sourced from the European capitals of the world—are equally stellar, too.Miler RunningBase Running ShortMiler RunningBase Running ShirtThe “Bike Is Life” Pick: RaphaChances are you've seen Rapha if you've ever come close to someone speeding away on a bicycle. It's arguably the most popular cycling apparel brand for the people who have a sick rig mounted above their bed. The clothing can be be loud or subtle, but above all else, you'll be seen on the road (for safety reasons).RaphaPro Team Training Cycling JerseyFor High-End, Under-the-Radar Cycling Gear: MaapAustralian cycling hobbyists came together in 2014 and decided to make a brand of high-functioning cycling gear that'll have innocent bystanders giving you a second look for all the right reasons. Its products are built to last so they don't end up in a landfill, and they won't wear down no matter how many miles you're pumping out.MaapAlt_Road Cargo Bib LinerSearch and State's premium apparel is made in New York City, one of the most stressful places to ride your bike. The brand features a lot of camo, but if you're more on the toned-down side, you'll find a nice selection of sleek and minimalist pieces, too. Either way, you'll be ripping through the streets like a cab trying to drop off a fare.Search and StateALT Logo JerseySearch and StatePerformance Bib ShortFor Perfect Thigh-Bearing Shorts: Path ProjectsIf you’re a fabric nerd and love a deep dive into how your workout gear is designed to perform, you need to check out Path Projects. The brand was founded with the mission of creating a superior running short system and—guess what—they did it; their shorts are out-of-this-world comfortable. Two-in-one shorts are excellent, don’t get us wrong, but Path Projects did something miraculous—they made base liners and shorts that function perfectly together. Don’t get it twisted, the pairing is no simple Hanes-and-Mesh-Gym-Shorts combo; it’s a highly technical system that lets you define how you want to wear it. In the years since their inception, they’ve mastered shorts, but also mastered running tees, hats, hoodies, and travel apparel.Path ProjectsSykes PX Relaxed FitPath ProjectsBasis Sleeveless TeeFor Running Gear With Fashion Bonafides: On RunningOn Running is a running brand first and foremost (hence the name), but it somehow feels like their performance running shoes have finally caught up to the hype. Their famous, or infamous, casual-leaning Cloud trainers have been a mainstay on the feet of Upper East Side dads, but, in our opinion, the brand is just now coming into its own as a performance and style mainstay. Their latest running shoes and technical sportswear are well worth the cash, but even if you don’t care about performance, On is putting some weight behind its lofty fashion ambitions, most notably with its recent Loewe collab that debuted on the back of American tennis phenom Ben Shelton. They are a running brand, but they’re becoming so much more.On RunningCore Hooded Packable Running JacketOn RunningCourt Track PantsIf you’ve been running the streets of New York at any point in the past couple of years, you’ve probably seen Bandit. What started as a project to make the best running sock possible, Bandit took a community-based approach to development, handing out their prototypes at Brooklyn Track Club workouts, which let them soak up actionable feedback in real time. Its socks are still pretty much perfect, but its assortment has grown to include some of the best shorts, tees, and outerwear a runner can buy—all worthy additions to your gym bag.BanditCaldoGrid Cold Weather Quarter ZipBanditStamina Cold Weather TightFor Aquatic Endeavors: FlorenceIf you prefer that your strenuous activity happens on the water, whether that means paddleboard yoga or hitting your local point break, Florence has you covered. Founded by North Shore legend John John Florence, the eponymous brand blends surf, sail and the outdoors with technical fabrics and aquatic-focused sensibilities. While obviously inspired by surfing and surf style, their designs look more at home in the local SCUBA shop or atop a beachside lifeguard stand, which gives them an air of technical prowess and functionality that surf shops might be lacking. The drapey, lightweight UPF hoodies are excellent and their shorts toe the line (or should we say hang ten) between fitness and surf, making them ideal for hitting the waves or the local gym.FlorenceAirtex Long Sleeve Hooded ShirtFor the Meatheads: GymsharkWe say that with love, for the record. If you've been to a gym squat rack, you've seen Gymshark, no doubt. The brand features bold, out-there graphics alongside more discreet pieces to help you squat lower than you ever have before. Everything from their joggers to their pump covers is also pretty affordable—which is good, because all of your money's going towards your gym membership and tape for your torn calluses.GymsharkLegacy Crop HoodieFor the Swoosh-Lovers: NikeNo athleticwear discussion would be complete without including Nike. From running gear to shoes for your next HIIT workout, Nike has your bases covered. Dri-FIT is where it's at, keeping you dry while you get your sweat on, and no one can deny the power of the swoosh.NikeDri-FIT UV Versatile JoggersNike1/4-Zip Fleece Running TopFor the Classic Gym Bro: Under ArmourJust like the swoosh, Under Armour's developed quite the legacy for its hard-wearing, built-for-athletes workout gear. Its base layers make up the foundation of many a weightlifter, though you shouldn't sleep on any of its other wares.Under ArmourHeavyweight Fleece HoodieUnder ArmourElite Cold Weather JacketFor Cool Climbers: GramicciAs other sports—like running, lifting, and even cycling—have developed stylish athleticwear, climbing gear might not have been on the list to get the next fashionable facelift. Since 1982, Gramicci has been focused on clothing for climbers, from durable pants to warm fleece. While function was the priority for the brand, an interest by Tokyo tastemakers helped to turn the brand into something more fashionable. Its cozy materials and rugged silhouettes have helped propel Gramicci into an athleticwear brand that looks as stylish on the streets as it does against a mountain cliff.Gramiccix and wander JQ Tape Fleece JacketGramicciOriginal 1982 Gramicci PantsMaybe you just left the office and decided it was time to head to your gym. Whether it's because you're actually going to get a sweat on or you're there for social hour, Literary Sport's range of workout-ready apparel will make sure you look good even if you're only scoping out the squat rack instead of actually, you know, squatting. Its clothes are perfectly apt for casual days or workout nights, highlighting modern silhouettes and high-end fabrics. Literary Sports is the kind of brand you scope out first when you decide you're in need of good-looking workout gear.Literary SportWeldon Long-Sleeve T-ShirtLiterary SportAustin Pant Source link

[norajworld]

For some folks, getting the best gym clothes for men is all the motivation they need to hit the gym or finish that punishing set of reps. Not only will a grip of fancy new workout gear help you start (and stick) to the resolutions you just made, it'll also help you get some galactic-level fits off in the process—even if you're sweaty as hell, huffing and puffing like you blew the house down.Those scratchy old band tees and baggy basketball shorts won't cut it when you're facing off against your gym nemesis on the elliptical, and as much as we love Swooshes and Stripes around these parts, there’s a whole world of sleek, performance-minded activewear brands out there for you to explore. Plus, the start of the year is the perfect time to take stock of your long-sleeves, sweatshirts, and workout pants (and likely cop some new ones). To help you do it, we went deep on 25 cutting-edge athletic labels we love—each a top-notch purveyor of the best gym wear for men—to keep you feeling motivated and ready to smash your next PR.The Best Men’s Workout Clothes, According to GQThe Ol' Reliable Pick: RhoneLongtime GQ Recommends readers know how we feel about Rhone. Its breathable, odor-fighting tees have held down the top spot on our list of best workout shirts for years now, and we're such big fans of their thoughtfully designed shorts that we made them the flagship product of the GQ Box a few quarters ago, too.RhoneReign Short-Sleeve ShirtFor Understated Gains: LululemonDespite its reputation as an athleisure brand, Lululemon does in fact make workout clothes that's actually pretty good. Think: stretchy pants, excellent fits, and classic silhouettes. And heck, if you do end up at a post-workout bar with your workout fit on, you won't look too out of place.LululemonMetal Vent Tech Long-Sleeve ShirtLululemonLicense to Train JoggerBefore designing cycling gear, Pas Normal Studios founder Karl-Oskar Olsen was behind Danish clothing brand Wood Wood. Beloved for its minimalist designs and Scandinavian styles, Wood Wood's design aesthetics could be applied to Pas, which is equally stylish (but more functional) for coasting down the streets of Copenhagen, New York, or London.Pas Normal StudiosMechanism Long Sleeve T-shirtPas Normal StudiosEssential VestMall brand Abercrombie has long been on its come-up, and after branching into athleticwear, we can say A&F has reached peak form. YPB, which stands for “Your Personal Best,” features a mix of tees, tanks, and other workout gear for achieving just that: your personal best.Abercrombie & FitchYPB neoKNIT MAX Half-ZipAbercrombie & FitchYPB motionTEK Track PantWho says distance running can't feel punk rock? Satisfy's moth-eaten muscle shirts and leopard-print shorts reflect their Parisian founder Brice Partouche's roots in skateboarding and hardcore.SatisfyPeaceshell Technical Climb PantsNeed to feel completely free in order to really hit your stride? Ten Thousand's featherlight Session training shorts and Distance tees—both some of the brand’s best sellers—are built to be as efficient as possible—and stay out of your way in pursuit of that next PR.Ten ThousandDistance ShirtTen ThousandInterval ShortBoston-based Tracksmith transplants Chariots of Fire-era aesthetics onto modern marathon-ready gear in a way that feels natural, stylish, and not the least bit kitschy. Its singlet (a fancy tank top) might be its most famous piece, but it’s hard to go wrong with literally anything from this brand.After shaking up the performance eyewear game with its ultramodern Japanese frames, District Vision has turned its attention to apparel. The brand's latest innovation is a stretchy, lightweight mesh called Air-Wear, with thousands of tiny pores that open and close as you move to regulate your body heat and sweat.District VisionKoharu SunglassesDistrict VisionZanzie Tapered Logo-Print Recycled-Shell Track PantsThe Preposterously Soft Pick: VuoriIf hand-feel is your number-one criteria, then Vuori is the move. Its buttery, sumptuous, stretchy sweats make all other pants feel like sandpaper by comparison.VuoriOutdoor Trainer ShellReigning Champ is Canadian through and through, focusing on high-quality materials (its French terry is exceptional) and high-functioning performance details. Everything is made and designed in Vancouver, Canada, yielding year-round staples that will take you from couch to crunch with comfort and ease.Reigning Champ97 Midweight Cotton Blend Fleece HoodieReigning ChampBrushed Fleece Straight Leg SweatpantsThe Repentant Raver Pick: Soar RunningIf your name is Tim Soar, you're all but legally obligated to start selling gym clothes. So in 2015, that's exactly what the London-based designer did, churning out slick, colorblocked running gear designed to help you sweat out the toxins after the club.Soar RunningWinter Anorak JacketSoar RunningRun SweatpantsThe Muscle Beach Pick: Y,IWOEver wondered what it would feel like slanging weight at Gold's in its sweat-soaked heyday? Y,IWO harnesses the endearingly cheesy energy of Pumping Iron-era Schwarzenegger—think retro graphics, bicep-hugging cuts, and bright, saturated colors—to imbue your gym selfies with a healthy jolt of '70s-era sleaze. It’s about time you tried a crop top anyway, especially when you’re weightlifting.Y,IWOBig Boy Club Cropped T-ShirtAll it took for Miler Running to take home a Fitness Award was equipping its top-notch shorts with a couple of damn pockets; they're that good. To absolutely no one's surprise, the rest of the brand's murdered-out wares—made in New York with fabrics sourced from the European capitals of the world—are equally stellar, too.Miler RunningBase Running ShortMiler RunningBase Running ShirtThe “Bike Is Life” Pick: RaphaChances are you've seen Rapha if you've ever come close to someone speeding away on a bicycle. It's arguably the most popular cycling apparel brand for the people who have a sick rig mounted above their bed. The clothing can be be loud or subtle, but above all else, you'll be seen on the road (for safety reasons).RaphaPro Team Training Cycling JerseyFor High-End, Under-the-Radar Cycling Gear: MaapAustralian cycling hobbyists came together in 2014 and decided to make a brand of high-functioning cycling gear that'll have innocent bystanders giving you a second look for all the right reasons. Its products are built to last so they don't end up in a landfill, and they won't wear down no matter how many miles you're pumping out.MaapAlt_Road Cargo Bib LinerSearch and State's premium apparel is made in New York City, one of the most stressful places to ride your bike. The brand features a lot of camo, but if you're more on the toned-down side, you'll find a nice selection of sleek and minimalist pieces, too. Either way, you'll be ripping through the streets like a cab trying to drop off a fare.Search and StateALT Logo JerseySearch and StatePerformance Bib ShortFor Perfect Thigh-Bearing Shorts: Path ProjectsIf you’re a fabric nerd and love a deep dive into how your workout gear is designed to perform, you need to check out Path Projects. The brand was founded with the mission of creating a superior running short system and—guess what—they did it; their shorts are out-of-this-world comfortable. Two-in-one shorts are excellent, don’t get us wrong, but Path Projects did something miraculous—they made base liners and shorts that function perfectly together. Don’t get it twisted, the pairing is no simple Hanes-and-Mesh-Gym-Shorts combo; it’s a highly technical system that lets you define how you want to wear it. In the years since their inception, they’ve mastered shorts, but also mastered running tees, hats, hoodies, and travel apparel.Path ProjectsSykes PX Relaxed FitPath ProjectsBasis Sleeveless TeeFor Running Gear With Fashion Bonafides: On RunningOn Running is a running brand first and foremost (hence the name), but it somehow feels like their performance running shoes have finally caught up to the hype. Their famous, or infamous, casual-leaning Cloud trainers have been a mainstay on the feet of Upper East Side dads, but, in our opinion, the brand is just now coming into its own as a performance and style mainstay. Their latest running shoes and technical sportswear are well worth the cash, but even if you don’t care about performance, On is putting some weight behind its lofty fashion ambitions, most notably with its recent Loewe collab that debuted on the back of American tennis phenom Ben Shelton. They are a running brand, but they’re becoming so much more.On RunningCore Hooded Packable Running JacketOn RunningCourt Track PantsIf you’ve been running the streets of New York at any point in the past couple of years, you’ve probably seen Bandit. What started as a project to make the best running sock possible, Bandit took a community-based approach to development, handing out their prototypes at Brooklyn Track Club workouts, which let them soak up actionable feedback in real time. Its socks are still pretty much perfect, but its assortment has grown to include some of the best shorts, tees, and outerwear a runner can buy—all worthy additions to your gym bag.BanditCaldoGrid Cold Weather Quarter ZipBanditStamina Cold Weather TightFor Aquatic Endeavors: FlorenceIf you prefer that your strenuous activity happens on the water, whether that means paddleboard yoga or hitting your local point break, Florence has you covered. Founded by North Shore legend John John Florence, the eponymous brand blends surf, sail and the outdoors with technical fabrics and aquatic-focused sensibilities. While obviously inspired by surfing and surf style, their designs look more at home in the local SCUBA shop or atop a beachside lifeguard stand, which gives them an air of technical prowess and functionality that surf shops might be lacking. The drapey, lightweight UPF hoodies are excellent and their shorts toe the line (or should we say hang ten) between fitness and surf, making them ideal for hitting the waves or the local gym.FlorenceAirtex Long Sleeve Hooded ShirtFor the Meatheads: GymsharkWe say that with love, for the record. If you've been to a gym squat rack, you've seen Gymshark, no doubt. The brand features bold, out-there graphics alongside more discreet pieces to help you squat lower than you ever have before. Everything from their joggers to their pump covers is also pretty affordable—which is good, because all of your money's going towards your gym membership and tape for your torn calluses.GymsharkLegacy Crop HoodieFor the Swoosh-Lovers: NikeNo athleticwear discussion would be complete without including Nike. From running gear to shoes for your next HIIT workout, Nike has your bases covered. Dri-FIT is where it's at, keeping you dry while you get your sweat on, and no one can deny the power of the swoosh.NikeDri-FIT UV Versatile JoggersNike1/4-Zip Fleece Running TopFor the Classic Gym Bro: Under ArmourJust like the swoosh, Under Armour's developed quite the legacy for its hard-wearing, built-for-athletes workout gear. Its base layers make up the foundation of many a weightlifter, though you shouldn't sleep on any of its other wares.Under ArmourHeavyweight Fleece HoodieUnder ArmourElite Cold Weather JacketFor Cool Climbers: GramicciAs other sports—like running, lifting, and even cycling—have developed stylish athleticwear, climbing gear might not have been on the list to get the next fashionable facelift. Since 1982, Gramicci has been focused on clothing for climbers, from durable pants to warm fleece. While function was the priority for the brand, an interest by Tokyo tastemakers helped to turn the brand into something more fashionable. Its cozy materials and rugged silhouettes have helped propel Gramicci into an athleticwear brand that looks as stylish on the streets as it does against a mountain cliff.Gramiccix and wander JQ Tape Fleece JacketGramicciOriginal 1982 Gramicci PantsMaybe you just left the office and decided it was time to head to your gym. Whether it's because you're actually going to get a sweat on or you're there for social hour, Literary Sport's range of workout-ready apparel will make sure you look good even if you're only scoping out the squat rack instead of actually, you know, squatting. Its clothes are perfectly apt for casual days or workout nights, highlighting modern silhouettes and high-end fabrics. Literary Sports is the kind of brand you scope out first when you decide you're in need of good-looking workout gear.Literary SportWeldon Long-Sleeve T-ShirtLiterary SportAustin Pant Source link

[ellajme0]

For some folks, getting the best gym clothes for men is all the motivation they need to hit the gym or finish that punishing set of reps. Not only will a grip of fancy new workout gear help you start (and stick) to the resolutions you just made, it'll also help you get some galactic-level fits off in the process—even if you're sweaty as hell, huffing and puffing like you blew the house down.Those scratchy old band tees and baggy basketball shorts won't cut it when you're facing off against your gym nemesis on the elliptical, and as much as we love Swooshes and Stripes around these parts, there’s a whole world of sleek, performance-minded activewear brands out there for you to explore. Plus, the start of the year is the perfect time to take stock of your long-sleeves, sweatshirts, and workout pants (and likely cop some new ones). To help you do it, we went deep on 25 cutting-edge athletic labels we love—each a top-notch purveyor of the best gym wear for men—to keep you feeling motivated and ready to smash your next PR.The Best Men’s Workout Clothes, According to GQThe Ol' Reliable Pick: RhoneLongtime GQ Recommends readers know how we feel about Rhone. Its breathable, odor-fighting tees have held down the top spot on our list of best workout shirts for years now, and we're such big fans of their thoughtfully designed shorts that we made them the flagship product of the GQ Box a few quarters ago, too.RhoneReign Short-Sleeve ShirtFor Understated Gains: LululemonDespite its reputation as an athleisure brand, Lululemon does in fact make workout clothes that's actually pretty good. Think: stretchy pants, excellent fits, and classic silhouettes. And heck, if you do end up at a post-workout bar with your workout fit on, you won't look too out of place.LululemonMetal Vent Tech Long-Sleeve ShirtLululemonLicense to Train JoggerBefore designing cycling gear, Pas Normal Studios founder Karl-Oskar Olsen was behind Danish clothing brand Wood Wood. Beloved for its minimalist designs and Scandinavian styles, Wood Wood's design aesthetics could be applied to Pas, which is equally stylish (but more functional) for coasting down the streets of Copenhagen, New York, or London.Pas Normal StudiosMechanism Long Sleeve T-shirtPas Normal StudiosEssential VestMall brand Abercrombie has long been on its come-up, and after branching into athleticwear, we can say A&F has reached peak form. YPB, which stands for “Your Personal Best,” features a mix of tees, tanks, and other workout gear for achieving just that: your personal best.Abercrombie & FitchYPB neoKNIT MAX Half-ZipAbercrombie & FitchYPB motionTEK Track PantWho says distance running can't feel punk rock? Satisfy's moth-eaten muscle shirts and leopard-print shorts reflect their Parisian founder Brice Partouche's roots in skateboarding and hardcore.SatisfyPeaceshell Technical Climb PantsNeed to feel completely free in order to really hit your stride? Ten Thousand's featherlight Session training shorts and Distance tees—both some of the brand’s best sellers—are built to be as efficient as possible—and stay out of your way in pursuit of that next PR.Ten ThousandDistance ShirtTen ThousandInterval ShortBoston-based Tracksmith transplants Chariots of Fire-era aesthetics onto modern marathon-ready gear in a way that feels natural, stylish, and not the least bit kitschy. Its singlet (a fancy tank top) might be its most famous piece, but it’s hard to go wrong with literally anything from this brand.After shaking up the performance eyewear game with its ultramodern Japanese frames, District Vision has turned its attention to apparel. The brand's latest innovation is a stretchy, lightweight mesh called Air-Wear, with thousands of tiny pores that open and close as you move to regulate your body heat and sweat.District VisionKoharu SunglassesDistrict VisionZanzie Tapered Logo-Print Recycled-Shell Track PantsThe Preposterously Soft Pick: VuoriIf hand-feel is your number-one criteria, then Vuori is the move. Its buttery, sumptuous, stretchy sweats make all other pants feel like sandpaper by comparison.VuoriOutdoor Trainer ShellReigning Champ is Canadian through and through, focusing on high-quality materials (its French terry is exceptional) and high-functioning performance details. Everything is made and designed in Vancouver, Canada, yielding year-round staples that will take you from couch to crunch with comfort and ease.Reigning Champ97 Midweight Cotton Blend Fleece HoodieReigning ChampBrushed Fleece Straight Leg SweatpantsThe Repentant Raver Pick: Soar RunningIf your name is Tim Soar, you're all but legally obligated to start selling gym clothes. So in 2015, that's exactly what the London-based designer did, churning out slick, colorblocked running gear designed to help you sweat out the toxins after the club.Soar RunningWinter Anorak JacketSoar RunningRun SweatpantsThe Muscle Beach Pick: Y,IWOEver wondered what it would feel like slanging weight at Gold's in its sweat-soaked heyday? Y,IWO harnesses the endearingly cheesy energy of Pumping Iron-era Schwarzenegger—think retro graphics, bicep-hugging cuts, and bright, saturated colors—to imbue your gym selfies with a healthy jolt of '70s-era sleaze. It’s about time you tried a crop top anyway, especially when you’re weightlifting.Y,IWOBig Boy Club Cropped T-ShirtAll it took for Miler Running to take home a Fitness Award was equipping its top-notch shorts with a couple of damn pockets; they're that good. To absolutely no one's surprise, the rest of the brand's murdered-out wares—made in New York with fabrics sourced from the European capitals of the world—are equally stellar, too.Miler RunningBase Running ShortMiler RunningBase Running ShirtThe “Bike Is Life” Pick: RaphaChances are you've seen Rapha if you've ever come close to someone speeding away on a bicycle. It's arguably the most popular cycling apparel brand for the people who have a sick rig mounted above their bed. The clothing can be be loud or subtle, but above all else, you'll be seen on the road (for safety reasons).RaphaPro Team Training Cycling JerseyFor High-End, Under-the-Radar Cycling Gear: MaapAustralian cycling hobbyists came together in 2014 and decided to make a brand of high-functioning cycling gear that'll have innocent bystanders giving you a second look for all the right reasons. Its products are built to last so they don't end up in a landfill, and they won't wear down no matter how many miles you're pumping out.MaapAlt_Road Cargo Bib LinerSearch and State's premium apparel is made in New York City, one of the most stressful places to ride your bike. The brand features a lot of camo, but if you're more on the toned-down side, you'll find a nice selection of sleek and minimalist pieces, too. Either way, you'll be ripping through the streets like a cab trying to drop off a fare.Search and StateALT Logo JerseySearch and StatePerformance Bib ShortFor Perfect Thigh-Bearing Shorts: Path ProjectsIf you’re a fabric nerd and love a deep dive into how your workout gear is designed to perform, you need to check out Path Projects. The brand was founded with the mission of creating a superior running short system and—guess what—they did it; their shorts are out-of-this-world comfortable. Two-in-one shorts are excellent, don’t get us wrong, but Path Projects did something miraculous—they made base liners and shorts that function perfectly together. Don’t get it twisted, the pairing is no simple Hanes-and-Mesh-Gym-Shorts combo; it’s a highly technical system that lets you define how you want to wear it. In the years since their inception, they’ve mastered shorts, but also mastered running tees, hats, hoodies, and travel apparel.Path ProjectsSykes PX Relaxed FitPath ProjectsBasis Sleeveless TeeFor Running Gear With Fashion Bonafides: On RunningOn Running is a running brand first and foremost (hence the name), but it somehow feels like their performance running shoes have finally caught up to the hype. Their famous, or infamous, casual-leaning Cloud trainers have been a mainstay on the feet of Upper East Side dads, but, in our opinion, the brand is just now coming into its own as a performance and style mainstay. Their latest running shoes and technical sportswear are well worth the cash, but even if you don’t care about performance, On is putting some weight behind its lofty fashion ambitions, most notably with its recent Loewe collab that debuted on the back of American tennis phenom Ben Shelton. They are a running brand, but they’re becoming so much more.On RunningCore Hooded Packable Running JacketOn RunningCourt Track PantsIf you’ve been running the streets of New York at any point in the past couple of years, you’ve probably seen Bandit. What started as a project to make the best running sock possible, Bandit took a community-based approach to development, handing out their prototypes at Brooklyn Track Club workouts, which let them soak up actionable feedback in real time. Its socks are still pretty much perfect, but its assortment has grown to include some of the best shorts, tees, and outerwear a runner can buy—all worthy additions to your gym bag.BanditCaldoGrid Cold Weather Quarter ZipBanditStamina Cold Weather TightFor Aquatic Endeavors: FlorenceIf you prefer that your strenuous activity happens on the water, whether that means paddleboard yoga or hitting your local point break, Florence has you covered. Founded by North Shore legend John John Florence, the eponymous brand blends surf, sail and the outdoors with technical fabrics and aquatic-focused sensibilities. While obviously inspired by surfing and surf style, their designs look more at home in the local SCUBA shop or atop a beachside lifeguard stand, which gives them an air of technical prowess and functionality that surf shops might be lacking. The drapey, lightweight UPF hoodies are excellent and their shorts toe the line (or should we say hang ten) between fitness and surf, making them ideal for hitting the waves or the local gym.FlorenceAirtex Long Sleeve Hooded ShirtFor the Meatheads: GymsharkWe say that with love, for the record. If you've been to a gym squat rack, you've seen Gymshark, no doubt. The brand features bold, out-there graphics alongside more discreet pieces to help you squat lower than you ever have before. Everything from their joggers to their pump covers is also pretty affordable—which is good, because all of your money's going towards your gym membership and tape for your torn calluses.GymsharkLegacy Crop HoodieFor the Swoosh-Lovers: NikeNo athleticwear discussion would be complete without including Nike. From running gear to shoes for your next HIIT workout, Nike has your bases covered. Dri-FIT is where it's at, keeping you dry while you get your sweat on, and no one can deny the power of the swoosh.NikeDri-FIT UV Versatile JoggersNike1/4-Zip Fleece Running TopFor the Classic Gym Bro: Under ArmourJust like the swoosh, Under Armour's developed quite the legacy for its hard-wearing, built-for-athletes workout gear. Its base layers make up the foundation of many a weightlifter, though you shouldn't sleep on any of its other wares.Under ArmourHeavyweight Fleece HoodieUnder ArmourElite Cold Weather JacketFor Cool Climbers: GramicciAs other sports—like running, lifting, and even cycling—have developed stylish athleticwear, climbing gear might not have been on the list to get the next fashionable facelift. Since 1982, Gramicci has been focused on clothing for climbers, from durable pants to warm fleece. While function was the priority for the brand, an interest by Tokyo tastemakers helped to turn the brand into something more fashionable. Its cozy materials and rugged silhouettes have helped propel Gramicci into an athleticwear brand that looks as stylish on the streets as it does against a mountain cliff.Gramiccix and wander JQ Tape Fleece JacketGramicciOriginal 1982 Gramicci PantsMaybe you just left the office and decided it was time to head to your gym. Whether it's because you're actually going to get a sweat on or you're there for social hour, Literary Sport's range of workout-ready apparel will make sure you look good even if you're only scoping out the squat rack instead of actually, you know, squatting. Its clothes are perfectly apt for casual days or workout nights, highlighting modern silhouettes and high-end fabrics. Literary Sports is the kind of brand you scope out first when you decide you're in need of good-looking workout gear.Literary SportWeldon Long-Sleeve T-ShirtLiterary SportAustin Pant Source link

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For some folks, getting the best gym clothes for men is all the motivation they need to hit the gym or finish that punishing set of reps. Not only will a grip of fancy new workout gear help you start (and stick) to the resolutions you just made, it'll also help you get some galactic-level fits off in the process—even if you're sweaty as hell, huffing and puffing like you blew the house down.Those scratchy old band tees and baggy basketball shorts won't cut it when you're facing off against your gym nemesis on the elliptical, and as much as we love Swooshes and Stripes around these parts, there’s a whole world of sleek, performance-minded activewear brands out there for you to explore. Plus, the start of the year is the perfect time to take stock of your long-sleeves, sweatshirts, and workout pants (and likely cop some new ones). To help you do it, we went deep on 25 cutting-edge athletic labels we love—each a top-notch purveyor of the best gym wear for men—to keep you feeling motivated and ready to smash your next PR.The Best Men’s Workout Clothes, According to GQThe Ol' Reliable Pick: RhoneLongtime GQ Recommends readers know how we feel about Rhone. Its breathable, odor-fighting tees have held down the top spot on our list of best workout shirts for years now, and we're such big fans of their thoughtfully designed shorts that we made them the flagship product of the GQ Box a few quarters ago, too.RhoneReign Short-Sleeve ShirtFor Understated Gains: LululemonDespite its reputation as an athleisure brand, Lululemon does in fact make workout clothes that's actually pretty good. Think: stretchy pants, excellent fits, and classic silhouettes. And heck, if you do end up at a post-workout bar with your workout fit on, you won't look too out of place.LululemonMetal Vent Tech Long-Sleeve ShirtLululemonLicense to Train JoggerBefore designing cycling gear, Pas Normal Studios founder Karl-Oskar Olsen was behind Danish clothing brand Wood Wood. Beloved for its minimalist designs and Scandinavian styles, Wood Wood's design aesthetics could be applied to Pas, which is equally stylish (but more functional) for coasting down the streets of Copenhagen, New York, or London.Pas Normal StudiosMechanism Long Sleeve T-shirtPas Normal StudiosEssential VestMall brand Abercrombie has long been on its come-up, and after branching into athleticwear, we can say A&F has reached peak form. YPB, which stands for “Your Personal Best,” features a mix of tees, tanks, and other workout gear for achieving just that: your personal best.Abercrombie & FitchYPB neoKNIT MAX Half-ZipAbercrombie & FitchYPB motionTEK Track PantWho says distance running can't feel punk rock? Satisfy's moth-eaten muscle shirts and leopard-print shorts reflect their Parisian founder Brice Partouche's roots in skateboarding and hardcore.SatisfyPeaceshell Technical Climb PantsNeed to feel completely free in order to really hit your stride? Ten Thousand's featherlight Session training shorts and Distance tees—both some of the brand’s best sellers—are built to be as efficient as possible—and stay out of your way in pursuit of that next PR.Ten ThousandDistance ShirtTen ThousandInterval ShortBoston-based Tracksmith transplants Chariots of Fire-era aesthetics onto modern marathon-ready gear in a way that feels natural, stylish, and not the least bit kitschy. Its singlet (a fancy tank top) might be its most famous piece, but it’s hard to go wrong with literally anything from this brand.After shaking up the performance eyewear game with its ultramodern Japanese frames, District Vision has turned its attention to apparel. The brand's latest innovation is a stretchy, lightweight mesh called Air-Wear, with thousands of tiny pores that open and close as you move to regulate your body heat and sweat.District VisionKoharu SunglassesDistrict VisionZanzie Tapered Logo-Print Recycled-Shell Track PantsThe Preposterously Soft Pick: VuoriIf hand-feel is your number-one criteria, then Vuori is the move. Its buttery, sumptuous, stretchy sweats make all other pants feel like sandpaper by comparison.VuoriOutdoor Trainer ShellReigning Champ is Canadian through and through, focusing on high-quality materials (its French terry is exceptional) and high-functioning performance details. Everything is made and designed in Vancouver, Canada, yielding year-round staples that will take you from couch to crunch with comfort and ease.Reigning Champ97 Midweight Cotton Blend Fleece HoodieReigning ChampBrushed Fleece Straight Leg SweatpantsThe Repentant Raver Pick: Soar RunningIf your name is Tim Soar, you're all but legally obligated to start selling gym clothes. So in 2015, that's exactly what the London-based designer did, churning out slick, colorblocked running gear designed to help you sweat out the toxins after the club.Soar RunningWinter Anorak JacketSoar RunningRun SweatpantsThe Muscle Beach Pick: Y,IWOEver wondered what it would feel like slanging weight at Gold's in its sweat-soaked heyday? Y,IWO harnesses the endearingly cheesy energy of Pumping Iron-era Schwarzenegger—think retro graphics, bicep-hugging cuts, and bright, saturated colors—to imbue your gym selfies with a healthy jolt of '70s-era sleaze. It’s about time you tried a crop top anyway, especially when you’re weightlifting.Y,IWOBig Boy Club Cropped T-ShirtAll it took for Miler Running to take home a Fitness Award was equipping its top-notch shorts with a couple of damn pockets; they're that good. To absolutely no one's surprise, the rest of the brand's murdered-out wares—made in New York with fabrics sourced from the European capitals of the world—are equally stellar, too.Miler RunningBase Running ShortMiler RunningBase Running ShirtThe “Bike Is Life” Pick: RaphaChances are you've seen Rapha if you've ever come close to someone speeding away on a bicycle. It's arguably the most popular cycling apparel brand for the people who have a sick rig mounted above their bed. The clothing can be be loud or subtle, but above all else, you'll be seen on the road (for safety reasons).RaphaPro Team Training Cycling JerseyFor High-End, Under-the-Radar Cycling Gear: MaapAustralian cycling hobbyists came together in 2014 and decided to make a brand of high-functioning cycling gear that'll have innocent bystanders giving you a second look for all the right reasons. Its products are built to last so they don't end up in a landfill, and they won't wear down no matter how many miles you're pumping out.MaapAlt_Road Cargo Bib LinerSearch and State's premium apparel is made in New York City, one of the most stressful places to ride your bike. The brand features a lot of camo, but if you're more on the toned-down side, you'll find a nice selection of sleek and minimalist pieces, too. Either way, you'll be ripping through the streets like a cab trying to drop off a fare.Search and StateALT Logo JerseySearch and StatePerformance Bib ShortFor Perfect Thigh-Bearing Shorts: Path ProjectsIf you’re a fabric nerd and love a deep dive into how your workout gear is designed to perform, you need to check out Path Projects. The brand was founded with the mission of creating a superior running short system and—guess what—they did it; their shorts are out-of-this-world comfortable. Two-in-one shorts are excellent, don’t get us wrong, but Path Projects did something miraculous—they made base liners and shorts that function perfectly together. Don’t get it twisted, the pairing is no simple Hanes-and-Mesh-Gym-Shorts combo; it’s a highly technical system that lets you define how you want to wear it. In the years since their inception, they’ve mastered shorts, but also mastered running tees, hats, hoodies, and travel apparel.Path ProjectsSykes PX Relaxed FitPath ProjectsBasis Sleeveless TeeFor Running Gear With Fashion Bonafides: On RunningOn Running is a running brand first and foremost (hence the name), but it somehow feels like their performance running shoes have finally caught up to the hype. Their famous, or infamous, casual-leaning Cloud trainers have been a mainstay on the feet of Upper East Side dads, but, in our opinion, the brand is just now coming into its own as a performance and style mainstay. Their latest running shoes and technical sportswear are well worth the cash, but even if you don’t care about performance, On is putting some weight behind its lofty fashion ambitions, most notably with its recent Loewe collab that debuted on the back of American tennis phenom Ben Shelton. They are a running brand, but they’re becoming so much more.On RunningCore Hooded Packable Running JacketOn RunningCourt Track PantsIf you’ve been running the streets of New York at any point in the past couple of years, you’ve probably seen Bandit. What started as a project to make the best running sock possible, Bandit took a community-based approach to development, handing out their prototypes at Brooklyn Track Club workouts, which let them soak up actionable feedback in real time. Its socks are still pretty much perfect, but its assortment has grown to include some of the best shorts, tees, and outerwear a runner can buy—all worthy additions to your gym bag.BanditCaldoGrid Cold Weather Quarter ZipBanditStamina Cold Weather TightFor Aquatic Endeavors: FlorenceIf you prefer that your strenuous activity happens on the water, whether that means paddleboard yoga or hitting your local point break, Florence has you covered. Founded by North Shore legend John John Florence, the eponymous brand blends surf, sail and the outdoors with technical fabrics and aquatic-focused sensibilities. While obviously inspired by surfing and surf style, their designs look more at home in the local SCUBA shop or atop a beachside lifeguard stand, which gives them an air of technical prowess and functionality that surf shops might be lacking. The drapey, lightweight UPF hoodies are excellent and their shorts toe the line (or should we say hang ten) between fitness and surf, making them ideal for hitting the waves or the local gym.FlorenceAirtex Long Sleeve Hooded ShirtFor the Meatheads: GymsharkWe say that with love, for the record. If you've been to a gym squat rack, you've seen Gymshark, no doubt. The brand features bold, out-there graphics alongside more discreet pieces to help you squat lower than you ever have before. Everything from their joggers to their pump covers is also pretty affordable—which is good, because all of your money's going towards your gym membership and tape for your torn calluses.GymsharkLegacy Crop HoodieFor the Swoosh-Lovers: NikeNo athleticwear discussion would be complete without including Nike. From running gear to shoes for your next HIIT workout, Nike has your bases covered. Dri-FIT is where it's at, keeping you dry while you get your sweat on, and no one can deny the power of the swoosh.NikeDri-FIT UV Versatile JoggersNike1/4-Zip Fleece Running TopFor the Classic Gym Bro: Under ArmourJust like the swoosh, Under Armour's developed quite the legacy for its hard-wearing, built-for-athletes workout gear. Its base layers make up the foundation of many a weightlifter, though you shouldn't sleep on any of its other wares.Under ArmourHeavyweight Fleece HoodieUnder ArmourElite Cold Weather JacketFor Cool Climbers: GramicciAs other sports—like running, lifting, and even cycling—have developed stylish athleticwear, climbing gear might not have been on the list to get the next fashionable facelift. Since 1982, Gramicci has been focused on clothing for climbers, from durable pants to warm fleece. While function was the priority for the brand, an interest by Tokyo tastemakers helped to turn the brand into something more fashionable. Its cozy materials and rugged silhouettes have helped propel Gramicci into an athleticwear brand that looks as stylish on the streets as it does against a mountain cliff.Gramiccix and wander JQ Tape Fleece JacketGramicciOriginal 1982 Gramicci PantsMaybe you just left the office and decided it was time to head to your gym. Whether it's because you're actually going to get a sweat on or you're there for social hour, Literary Sport's range of workout-ready apparel will make sure you look good even if you're only scoping out the squat rack instead of actually, you know, squatting. Its clothes are perfectly apt for casual days or workout nights, highlighting modern silhouettes and high-end fabrics. Literary Sports is the kind of brand you scope out first when you decide you're in need of good-looking workout gear.Literary SportWeldon Long-Sleeve T-ShirtLiterary SportAustin Pant Source link

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For some folks, getting the best gym clothes for men is all the motivation they need to hit the gym or finish that punishing set of reps. Not only will a grip of fancy new workout gear help you start (and stick) to the resolutions you just made, it'll also help you get some galactic-level fits off in the process—even if you're sweaty as hell, huffing and puffing like you blew the house down.Those scratchy old band tees and baggy basketball shorts won't cut it when you're facing off against your gym nemesis on the elliptical, and as much as we love Swooshes and Stripes around these parts, there’s a whole world of sleek, performance-minded activewear brands out there for you to explore. Plus, the start of the year is the perfect time to take stock of your long-sleeves, sweatshirts, and workout pants (and likely cop some new ones). To help you do it, we went deep on 25 cutting-edge athletic labels we love—each a top-notch purveyor of the best gym wear for men—to keep you feeling motivated and ready to smash your next PR.The Best Men’s Workout Clothes, According to GQThe Ol' Reliable Pick: RhoneLongtime GQ Recommends readers know how we feel about Rhone. Its breathable, odor-fighting tees have held down the top spot on our list of best workout shirts for years now, and we're such big fans of their thoughtfully designed shorts that we made them the flagship product of the GQ Box a few quarters ago, too.RhoneReign Short-Sleeve ShirtFor Understated Gains: LululemonDespite its reputation as an athleisure brand, Lululemon does in fact make workout clothes that's actually pretty good. Think: stretchy pants, excellent fits, and classic silhouettes. And heck, if you do end up at a post-workout bar with your workout fit on, you won't look too out of place.LululemonMetal Vent Tech Long-Sleeve ShirtLululemonLicense to Train JoggerBefore designing cycling gear, Pas Normal Studios founder Karl-Oskar Olsen was behind Danish clothing brand Wood Wood. Beloved for its minimalist designs and Scandinavian styles, Wood Wood's design aesthetics could be applied to Pas, which is equally stylish (but more functional) for coasting down the streets of Copenhagen, New York, or London.Pas Normal StudiosMechanism Long Sleeve T-shirtPas Normal StudiosEssential VestMall brand Abercrombie has long been on its come-up, and after branching into athleticwear, we can say A&F has reached peak form. YPB, which stands for “Your Personal Best,” features a mix of tees, tanks, and other workout gear for achieving just that: your personal best.Abercrombie & FitchYPB neoKNIT MAX Half-ZipAbercrombie & FitchYPB motionTEK Track PantWho says distance running can't feel punk rock? Satisfy's moth-eaten muscle shirts and leopard-print shorts reflect their Parisian founder Brice Partouche's roots in skateboarding and hardcore.SatisfyPeaceshell Technical Climb PantsNeed to feel completely free in order to really hit your stride? Ten Thousand's featherlight Session training shorts and Distance tees—both some of the brand’s best sellers—are built to be as efficient as possible—and stay out of your way in pursuit of that next PR.Ten ThousandDistance ShirtTen ThousandInterval ShortBoston-based Tracksmith transplants Chariots of Fire-era aesthetics onto modern marathon-ready gear in a way that feels natural, stylish, and not the least bit kitschy. Its singlet (a fancy tank top) might be its most famous piece, but it’s hard to go wrong with literally anything from this brand.After shaking up the performance eyewear game with its ultramodern Japanese frames, District Vision has turned its attention to apparel. The brand's latest innovation is a stretchy, lightweight mesh called Air-Wear, with thousands of tiny pores that open and close as you move to regulate your body heat and sweat.District VisionKoharu SunglassesDistrict VisionZanzie Tapered Logo-Print Recycled-Shell Track PantsThe Preposterously Soft Pick: VuoriIf hand-feel is your number-one criteria, then Vuori is the move. Its buttery, sumptuous, stretchy sweats make all other pants feel like sandpaper by comparison.VuoriOutdoor Trainer ShellReigning Champ is Canadian through and through, focusing on high-quality materials (its French terry is exceptional) and high-functioning performance details. Everything is made and designed in Vancouver, Canada, yielding year-round staples that will take you from couch to crunch with comfort and ease.Reigning Champ97 Midweight Cotton Blend Fleece HoodieReigning ChampBrushed Fleece Straight Leg SweatpantsThe Repentant Raver Pick: Soar RunningIf your name is Tim Soar, you're all but legally obligated to start selling gym clothes. So in 2015, that's exactly what the London-based designer did, churning out slick, colorblocked running gear designed to help you sweat out the toxins after the club.Soar RunningWinter Anorak JacketSoar RunningRun SweatpantsThe Muscle Beach Pick: Y,IWOEver wondered what it would feel like slanging weight at Gold's in its sweat-soaked heyday? Y,IWO harnesses the endearingly cheesy energy of Pumping Iron-era Schwarzenegger—think retro graphics, bicep-hugging cuts, and bright, saturated colors—to imbue your gym selfies with a healthy jolt of '70s-era sleaze. It’s about time you tried a crop top anyway, especially when you’re weightlifting.Y,IWOBig Boy Club Cropped T-ShirtAll it took for Miler Running to take home a Fitness Award was equipping its top-notch shorts with a couple of damn pockets; they're that good. To absolutely no one's surprise, the rest of the brand's murdered-out wares—made in New York with fabrics sourced from the European capitals of the world—are equally stellar, too.Miler RunningBase Running ShortMiler RunningBase Running ShirtThe “Bike Is Life” Pick: RaphaChances are you've seen Rapha if you've ever come close to someone speeding away on a bicycle. It's arguably the most popular cycling apparel brand for the people who have a sick rig mounted above their bed. The clothing can be be loud or subtle, but above all else, you'll be seen on the road (for safety reasons).RaphaPro Team Training Cycling JerseyFor High-End, Under-the-Radar Cycling Gear: MaapAustralian cycling hobbyists came together in 2014 and decided to make a brand of high-functioning cycling gear that'll have innocent bystanders giving you a second look for all the right reasons. Its products are built to last so they don't end up in a landfill, and they won't wear down no matter how many miles you're pumping out.MaapAlt_Road Cargo Bib LinerSearch and State's premium apparel is made in New York City, one of the most stressful places to ride your bike. The brand features a lot of camo, but if you're more on the toned-down side, you'll find a nice selection of sleek and minimalist pieces, too. Either way, you'll be ripping through the streets like a cab trying to drop off a fare.Search and StateALT Logo JerseySearch and StatePerformance Bib ShortFor Perfect Thigh-Bearing Shorts: Path ProjectsIf you’re a fabric nerd and love a deep dive into how your workout gear is designed to perform, you need to check out Path Projects. The brand was founded with the mission of creating a superior running short system and—guess what—they did it; their shorts are out-of-this-world comfortable. Two-in-one shorts are excellent, don’t get us wrong, but Path Projects did something miraculous—they made base liners and shorts that function perfectly together. Don’t get it twisted, the pairing is no simple Hanes-and-Mesh-Gym-Shorts combo; it’s a highly technical system that lets you define how you want to wear it. In the years since their inception, they’ve mastered shorts, but also mastered running tees, hats, hoodies, and travel apparel.Path ProjectsSykes PX Relaxed FitPath ProjectsBasis Sleeveless TeeFor Running Gear With Fashion Bonafides: On RunningOn Running is a running brand first and foremost (hence the name), but it somehow feels like their performance running shoes have finally caught up to the hype. Their famous, or infamous, casual-leaning Cloud trainers have been a mainstay on the feet of Upper East Side dads, but, in our opinion, the brand is just now coming into its own as a performance and style mainstay. Their latest running shoes and technical sportswear are well worth the cash, but even if you don’t care about performance, On is putting some weight behind its lofty fashion ambitions, most notably with its recent Loewe collab that debuted on the back of American tennis phenom Ben Shelton. They are a running brand, but they’re becoming so much more.On RunningCore Hooded Packable Running JacketOn RunningCourt Track PantsIf you’ve been running the streets of New York at any point in the past couple of years, you’ve probably seen Bandit. What started as a project to make the best running sock possible, Bandit took a community-based approach to development, handing out their prototypes at Brooklyn Track Club workouts, which let them soak up actionable feedback in real time. Its socks are still pretty much perfect, but its assortment has grown to include some of the best shorts, tees, and outerwear a runner can buy—all worthy additions to your gym bag.BanditCaldoGrid Cold Weather Quarter ZipBanditStamina Cold Weather TightFor Aquatic Endeavors: FlorenceIf you prefer that your strenuous activity happens on the water, whether that means paddleboard yoga or hitting your local point break, Florence has you covered. Founded by North Shore legend John John Florence, the eponymous brand blends surf, sail and the outdoors with technical fabrics and aquatic-focused sensibilities. While obviously inspired by surfing and surf style, their designs look more at home in the local SCUBA shop or atop a beachside lifeguard stand, which gives them an air of technical prowess and functionality that surf shops might be lacking. The drapey, lightweight UPF hoodies are excellent and their shorts toe the line (or should we say hang ten) between fitness and surf, making them ideal for hitting the waves or the local gym.FlorenceAirtex Long Sleeve Hooded ShirtFor the Meatheads: GymsharkWe say that with love, for the record. If you've been to a gym squat rack, you've seen Gymshark, no doubt. The brand features bold, out-there graphics alongside more discreet pieces to help you squat lower than you ever have before. Everything from their joggers to their pump covers is also pretty affordable—which is good, because all of your money's going towards your gym membership and tape for your torn calluses.GymsharkLegacy Crop HoodieFor the Swoosh-Lovers: NikeNo athleticwear discussion would be complete without including Nike. From running gear to shoes for your next HIIT workout, Nike has your bases covered. Dri-FIT is where it's at, keeping you dry while you get your sweat on, and no one can deny the power of the swoosh.NikeDri-FIT UV Versatile JoggersNike1/4-Zip Fleece Running TopFor the Classic Gym Bro: Under ArmourJust like the swoosh, Under Armour's developed quite the legacy for its hard-wearing, built-for-athletes workout gear. Its base layers make up the foundation of many a weightlifter, though you shouldn't sleep on any of its other wares.Under ArmourHeavyweight Fleece HoodieUnder ArmourElite Cold Weather JacketFor Cool Climbers: GramicciAs other sports—like running, lifting, and even cycling—have developed stylish athleticwear, climbing gear might not have been on the list to get the next fashionable facelift. Since 1982, Gramicci has been focused on clothing for climbers, from durable pants to warm fleece. While function was the priority for the brand, an interest by Tokyo tastemakers helped to turn the brand into something more fashionable. Its cozy materials and rugged silhouettes have helped propel Gramicci into an athleticwear brand that looks as stylish on the streets as it does against a mountain cliff.Gramiccix and wander JQ Tape Fleece JacketGramicciOriginal 1982 Gramicci PantsMaybe you just left the office and decided it was time to head to your gym. Whether it's because you're actually going to get a sweat on or you're there for social hour, Literary Sport's range of workout-ready apparel will make sure you look good even if you're only scoping out the squat rack instead of actually, you know, squatting. Its clothes are perfectly apt for casual days or workout nights, highlighting modern silhouettes and high-end fabrics. Literary Sports is the kind of brand you scope out first when you decide you're in need of good-looking workout gear.Literary SportWeldon Long-Sleeve T-ShirtLiterary SportAustin Pant Source link