#damn dude straight up gorgeous

[elderwisp]

𝒲𝒽𝓎 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝑜 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒯𝑜 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉? 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓃𝑜𝓌

[papaya-twinks]

just an assistant - l.n

Warnings: angst, swearing, smut (SMUT?!), fingering, (oh lord almighty), 18+ (jesus, what if I die), degradation (god damn), one night stand-ish vibes (hey this isn’t the free robux website), belittling stuff (I don’t know the word, I’m dumb ahh)

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

A/N - TWENTY QUID TO WHOEVER GUESSED IM DRUNK 🤪🤪🤪😎🥸🤪🤓

Lando. Being nice. Too good to be true? Too good to be true.

You were way too hopeful to expect him to stay nice. The next morning, you walked into the kitchen with a smile on your face, only for it to immediately fall when Lando ignored your radiant grin and your ‘good morning’ quip.

Ah, some things are too good, no? Instead, you chose to busy yourself with house work, when your phone dinged, much to Lando’s annoyance. “It’s ‘Jason’,” Lando said, almost looking to the name in disgust, “who’s Jason?” he added.

“Some guy,” you muttered, moving from dusting to peer at the message instead, your eyes on the words. You’d spoken to Jason a few times on dating apps, and he’d seemed the only decent one, and he’d finally asked you on a date. God, maybe you could finally get over this sexual frustration you had going on.

Jason (tindr dude): so wear, like, pref nothing

‘Pref?’ Who the hell said ‘pref?’ And wear nothing? Jesus, it was the first date, this guy needed some decorum. Lando hadn’t read the message as he slumped onto the sofa, still scrolling through his own phone. You responded with a single ‘sure’ and closed your phone, going back to working.

Jason didn’t know you worked for Lando, he didn’t really know your job, and you weren’t all too keen on telling him either. In case it scared him off, or anything, right? “Lando..?” you said, now that it was fast approaching 4pm. “What?” he said, as if annoyed when he looked up to you.

It surprised you how one person could seriously sit in the same spot for hours on end, all focused on a tiny little rectangle. How did he not have glasses, for gods’ sake? “I was just wondering,” you said, trying to muster the confidence to say it. “Well? Spit it out,” Lando said, rolling his eyes.

“If I could have tonight off?” you finished weakly as your gaze dropped to the floor. “A date? Who the hell asked you on a date?” his words were full of venom as you winced. It wasn’t that he thought you’d were ugly, oh, hell no.

But the thought of some other guy with their filthy little hands all over your gorgeous little body? The anger just happened to land on you, rather than Jason. “Uh, some guy, Jason,” you said, not quite hearing it was a question he hadn’t actually meant for you to answer.

“It was a rhetorical question,” he muttered under his breath, “finish off the work, and I’ll think about it,”. You nodded, rushing to complete the tasks. Lando didn’t want you to go on the date. At all.

Tasks

dust the bookshelf

make dinner

clean the couch

Three tasks. You could finish that if you tried quick enough. So you multi-tasked - you left the pasta to boil as you dusted the bookshelf, and cleaned a few pillows too. It was all well and good - and very much frustrating to Lando. Very.

“Go on your stupid date,” he muttered when you stood in front of him proudly with the pasta bowl. You arrived at the restaurant, looking gorgeous as ever in your baby pink dress, your hair untied, looking radiant. God. You were gorgeous.

“Hey,” Jason smirked when he saw you, “looking good, a little covered though,”. Ew? Straight with the dirty jokes? What the fuck? “Uh, thanks,” you said, eyeing his hoodie and sweats. Lando pulled it off much better.

Wait.

Lando? Why were you thinking of him? This was a date with you and Jason, not Lando, for fucks’ sake. Though a date with Lando didn’t sound too bad…no! Snap out of it, Jason needed your attention, not Lando. “Uh, hey? Bird?” Jason said. Wow. Way to objectify too. Jason was a little ass.

And he looked nothing like this profile picture. The dinner went okay, albeit, it was only 15 minutes into the 6 quid pasta he made you share due to his ‘budget’. “So,” Jason grinned, with what he probably thought was an attractive smirk, “wanna head home and get…busy?”.

Oh how you wanted to say no. But you were sexually frustrated and there was only so much a vibrator could do. So you begrudgingly agreed, following Jason to his lousy car, sitting in and avoiding the fast food bags on the floor, trying not to touch the grease marks along what could have been a decent car seat.

Thank god Lando’s car was better. No! Fuck, why was he always coming up? You didn’t like Lando like that! Surely not, right? Jason’s apartment was just as icky as you expected, as he led you to a gross bed, the sheets sticky and full of crumbs as he worked at removing your dress.

Wow, congratulations. His dick was small too. Great. This, ladies and gentlemen, was a man who thought taking off a girl’s bra was adequate foreplay. In the end, this lousy excuse for a ‘man’ was so ridiculously shit at sex, that you faked it and made an excuse to walk your goldfish, and left for Lando’s.

“Nice date, he must’ve finished fast,” Lando said, checking his watch. You hadn’t even been gone an hour, the damn drive had been longer than the experience. You grumbled something incoherent, crossing your arms as Lando eyed your mascara.

“You’ve been crying,” he said, his words more a statement than a question. “Might have,” you mumbled begrudgingly, eyes on the floor as you sank into the sofa. “Was he that bad?” you were surprised Lando wasn’t even belittling you anymore. “I faked it,” you said, pointedly refusing to look him in the eye.

“Couldn’t even make you cum?” he said, your eyes wide at how blunt he was. “Well, I’m gonna say it how it is,” Lando said, an amused twinkle in his eyes. He didn’t even seem bothered by your surprise. “What was the reason? Too small? Couldn’t even pleasure you right? Couldn’t find the clit?”.

Lord, you’d never heard it out more lewd than Lando had just said. “All of it,” you said, cheeks rosy as he frowned. “So…you’re horny and you faked it,” he said, summarising the events pretty well. You nodded as he tsked, his eyes trained on you.

“Well,” he said, like he was expecting something, making you look up with a frown. “I’m not having my assistant all worked up and horny, deal with it,” Lando grumbled. He wanted you to get off? Here? In the bathroom? Somewhere else? “I…uh,” you said, looking down to your thighs before back to him.

“You’re fucking incapable, Y/N,” Lando said, using your first name instead of ‘you’ or ‘assistant’. Your breath hitched as he moved in front of you, lifting you up with ease as he admired your body under the dress. You let out a little huff as he dropped you onto the sofa properly, your legs splayed across the pillows, subconsciously wrapping round his waist.

“I have to help you with everything, don’t I?” Lando scowled, his voice laced with mocking as he looked down at you. “You’re useless, Y/N,”. You would’ve protested or said you weren’t had it not been for the closeness, or the fact that his hand was trailing up your inner thigh, tugging your panties down.

“These are small,” he mused, looking at the thin lace in his hand as you blushed, “I’ll keep them for later,” he pushed it into his pocket, moving his attention to lift your dress. “Holy shit…” he gasped, his scowl falling off as he looked between your legs.

Surely this was a slice of heaven, no? God. You were beautiful. You hissed as he ran a finger between your folds, you were so damn wet and for what? His words? “Desperate, huh?” Lando smirked, mirroring your thoughts. “I have my finger on your clit, Y/N,” he said, a gasp leaving your lips as he planted his finger with just the right pressure.

“You’re really gonna be embarrassed now?” Lando said with a mock pout, his tone belittling as he dipped his finger into your hole. “Wow, Jason was real shit, wasn’t he?” Lando mused, “couldn’t even stretch you out,”.

A small mewl left your lips as he curled his digit, his thumb stroking across your sensitive clit. “Wow, so responsieve,” he hummed, his movements becoming easier and easier with your wetness. “Is that a good enough demonstration? Or need me to help you finish it all?” he raised a brow.

“Are you that pathetic, Y/N?”

Yes. You were so desperate for him, you didn’t care about your own dignity anymore, just the way he curled his finger so perfectly, how he hit places you could only dream off. Fuck. “Lando, god,” you choked out, his other finger pressed in as well, stretching you out. “Need me to do it for you?” Lando repeated his words.

“Y-Yes,” you gasped, eyes rolling as he sped up, your high building in your stomach. “Pathetic,” he clucked his tongue, “useless, pathetic little girl,”. Lando was meant to be scolding you, and any normal person would feel ashamed or annoyed at the words but you? No, it just helped build up the heat.

“Gonna cum, now?” Lando gritted his teeth, leaning forwards, his fangs bared slightly. “Go on, then. Cum for me,”. Your back arched at his words, your release washing over you as you shuddered, a satisfied smirk across Lando’s face. “Good,” he said simply, moving his fingers as you clenched.

His jaw went slack as he watched you, his olive eyes scanning your oh-so gorgeous, spent body. “Learn to do things yourself,” Lando said through gritted teeth (though he didn’t mind awfully helping you in some areas), “or if you need me to do it for you, just ask,”.

A/N - a h aha ha ha ha ha ha haha remember when lando won a race? last week jn miami? ha ha ha hé was so good, btu when’s oscar gonna win a race, ive been waitign soooooooooo logn ha ha ha hahahah. my friend hda to proff tead my fic hahahaha ha ha

[sanflawoah]

Black Myth: Wukong ramblings because I'M GOING INSANE.

FOUR YEARS. I. DID. MY. WAITING. WOULD VERY MUCH LIKE TO EXPRESS MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS GAME.

(Lengthy words and massive spoilers below!)

First minutes into the game I was all chill expecting the opening to be a long prologue cutscene about JTTW, explaining core things you need to understand, a helpful guide for those unfamiliar with the lore beforehand. But NOOOOO....we jump straight ahead fighting ERLANG SHEN AND THE FOUR HEAVENLY KINGS. We're WIDE AWAKE.

About gameplay, the devs stated repeatedly that it's not a souls-like game, and more like a God of War ish. Yet so many still questions whether it's a souls-like and then went into the game just to say "meh not souls-like". Amazing density of head.

I really don't demand much for whatever mechanic they serve, I'm really just here for the monkey smash experience and the childhood nostalgia and the fresh aesthetics.

The character design?? The environment?? The architecture?? The statues?? Soooo beautiful oh my god you really need to stop and admire these things (when you don't have a boss shredding you) up close. Look up their inspirations and concept arts, some statues and buildings exist in real life and it's really mind boggling how they incorporate it into the story. The part where you fight with Yellowbrow at Thunderclap temple, what a creative choice, the idea of "miniature fight" on the temple altar. I'm farming so many screenshots for art references. 10/10 visuals, graphics will definitely fry your PC.

Again with the character designs. I'm really loving the absurd looking bosses one, really fresh take. Then to the celestials and yaoguais, I just..... OH they're ALL hella gorgeous. I've seen some people going "WOULD" towards Wukong or The Destined One and I don't blame you. I've had my fair share of neuron activation moment.

Erlang yoo, I was stunned at first with the way they present his personality during the opening, but turns out we got the reason for it near the ending :"(((. He was helping us all along ughsjsjsjsksdsd. Also, they know EXACTLY what they're doing by casting Andrew Koji as the english VA.

White Clad Noble? Half snake man hissing at you to get off his lawn. I feel kinda bad for him lmao, dude was just minding his business and we go monkey smash all over his place.

Keeper of Flaming Mountain? Neat hat and cool makeup bro, awesome yin yang palette and battle area design. BANGER THEME I'll get to it.

The Third Prince in Pagoda realm prison, why does he looks so good, you encounter this guy in his cell just suffering, and somehow he's still serving looks.

The girlies damn, the spider sisters are gorgeous, and YES even madam violet spider, come look at spider granny serving fashion and arachnophobia.

At first I was scared that they're going to sexualise the hell out of the spider sisters or any of the female characters, since the book itself tells their trait as luring men with their beauty (to be eaten though). But actually?? They're a lot tamer than I expected? I mentally prepared myself for the worst, like racy sexualised outfit and personality, but turns out they're all very normal. Like how you would see Tang dynasty inspired ladies. I braced for GTA or cyberpunk-like explicitness but thank god it's not the case, not at all.

Rakshasi and Pingping having the relatively "sexy" look, but then both of them had a moment where they're not actually their real selves, but rather a transformation of Zhu Bajie and Red Boy LMAO. Funny boner killer.

Talk about this boi, our Destined One. To be honest I was kinda disappointed when I found out he doesn't speak at all. Banters, insults, cackles, anything you would expect a Wukong-like personality, he doesn't have it.

I tried to think of a reason, and I think the dev's choice of making The Destined One silent kinda has a root to it. Our MC is NOT the Wukong himself, we are literally just some monke, and we're tasked to gather the six relics Wukong had scattered by retracing his journey. Also, I think it's a funny thought that probably it's just their personality difference, Wukong the loud, Destined One the quiet. Wukong sometimes does chaos for shits and giggles, our Destined One does chaos because we have to.

My theory: our Destined One is just non-verbal! Zhu Bajie even acknowledged it. When we first met him after defeating Kang-Jin Loong, he bantered "A furry coat and a pinched face, luck's all you've got", and he looked confused when we don't say anything back because Wukong would've returned the favour, "Great, another mute. Let's not dally". So the game actually acknowledges it, it's not like they intentionally muted us and have the NPCs acting as if we talk back to them all the time.

Non-verbal and asexual coded? I'll take it.

THE ANIMATED CUTSCENES??? OH MY GODDD. Impossible to put ALL the epic frames here. I really don't expect this from a game at all, real time cutscenes are great, but a WHOLE 2D AND STOP MOTION ANIMATED SCENE?? No wonder the full development took SIX years. You could pause the scenes at any frame and it's worthy of analysis.

The stop motion one really surprised me, how are they that dedicated. The plot as well, it started out romantic and escalated into HORROR real quick. Batshit insane, love it.

For many players, the animated cutscenes may be confusing on the first watch. So many references to JTTW, metaphors, mix of Chinese Taoism and Buddhism. I personally encourage people to look around in forums for explanations, plenty of the Chinese words are untranslatable into English, but it's all so worth the knowledge.

Enjoying the JTTW shows and contents as a child is all about the fun and giggles, understanding the lesson of it all as an adult hits me like bricks, especially with the way they're adapted in this game.

I CRIED?? A LOT??? Of all characters I could cry for, ZHU BAJIE?? Man is literally a nasty pervert in the book, living to the pig form indeed, but in this game he's a bit better. Sure he's still his natural pervert self, but since the game took place after JTTW, he surely had some character development. His animated love story cutscene, loorddd they have no business making it so full of freshly diced onions.

Love how each character in animations have different styles. Erlang's design in particular are different in each scenes. Most of the time he has dark hair, in others he has white hair and different armor, same goes for Wukong's design. I'd imagine the devs struggled to choose for one consistent design and decided to just fuck it and put them all in lmao.

And then THE SOUNDTRACKS, THE SOUNDTRACKS YALL. Love love love it when they incorporate buddhist prayer chants flawlessly into the soundrack. The soundtrack during the chapter one ending animation caught my attention with it, I asked around what mantra is it and they say it's probably Cundi Dharani? Please correct me if I'm wrong. The track is called "I See" in the official playlist. The lyrics too, my god, the way they narate the animations.

During the fight with Keeper of Flaming Mountains, IS THE SOUNDTRACK A RENDITION OF "FISHERMAN'S SONG AT DUSK"? IS IT? Losing my mind because it's my favourite chinese traditional piece. Half expected him to pull out a guzheng and blast me with phantom blade from the strings, IYKYK.

And of course, a new rendition of the classic JTTW theme. This will be my neighbour's favourite music for a while.

Some tidbits I like, apparently if you're idle for a while and Zhu Bajie is with you, sometimes he'll start to talk about past stories or lectures you. If you push him around for a few times he'll get annoyed, if you keep pushing him then he'll struck you with his rake lmaoooo. Perhaps we weren't so different from Wukong after all.

Another insane stuff is the headless singing guy. GoW has a talking disembodied head, now BMW has a HEADLESS singing man, literally a reverse Mimir.

The rematch with The Four Heavenly Kings YOOOOO I love their design so much. They look like statues from temples jumping straight to life. The stances! Throwing hands with them is the true Monke of War experience. The East King with his Pipa literally playing the background music, excellent touch.

This has been an insane scroll of yappings, I'll stop here (for now) and take a moment to touch grass. If you've been reading ALL THE WAY to this line, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to harm your braincells.

[alexsoenomel]

Agent's Sin (Dean Winchester x Reader smut)

Summary: A handsome FBI agent walks into a bar where you work.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: reader had a shitty childhood and trauma (no details), alcohol consumption, age gap (Reader is 23 and Dean is 41), cheesy flirting and sexy times

Word count: 3.2k

Note: I had a block but not anymore? This happened. Hope you enjoy, I sure did writing it.

Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)  

A Sleazy bar wasn’t your first choice but you had to start somewhere. You were a broke college student with no savings, far away from home and you had to feed yourself. Dealing with drunks was easy, considering your dad was one until he had his last bottle of vodka that killed him one Friday night. The pent-up rage you buried deep inside your soul would resurface every now and then whenever someone decided to be a mean drunk like your late father. You would never get violent, you could never hit a man, but cursing and telling them to leave before you would call Karl to throw some punches – you could and you did that. He was a gentle 6′ 8″ giant; security guard; nicest guy to be around, but a damn beast whenever someone decided to get too touchy with you or just straight up be a dick.

Every day was the same: you would wake up, go to classes and after classes straight to work. You had the same three meals every day, slept for six hours max and didn’t have any time for yourself. The money was okay; tips coming left and right considering the amount of creepy, old men visiting the joint and getting drunk after clocking out. They would tell you how beautiful you were, and you would just give them a fake smile and pour them another one. Your smile wasn’t a million-dollar smile in Hollywood, but it certainly brought in some extra cash. It was exhausting to act like you were flattered by the comments, but considering the state of your bank account, you had no other choice. 

Wednesday was coming to an end and you were ready to clock out when a tall, very good-looking man walked in and sat right in front of you at the counter. He was gorgeous; hedgehog-like hair, freckles scattered all over his face like stars in the sky and hypnotizing green eyes. You swallowed thickly as soon as you saw him eyeing you with a smirk on his face. You told Karl to leave early that day. Poor dude almost got stabbed after trying to defend a woman from a very drunk individual who didn’t understand the meaning of the word no. 

Men made you nervous, you didn’t trust them, but something was telling you that this one was harmless. 

“What can I get you?” You asked. You were a little annoyed since it was almost closing time but chose to stay silent.  The bar was empty anyways, hopefully he would have his drink and leave after a few minutes.

“Whiskey. Any kind. Neat,” he said, before he bit his lower lip, his gaze fixed on you.

His voice was deep and raspy, covering your body in goosebumps almost immediately, before your brain told you to snap out of it and pour him the damn drink. 

“Coming right up!” You smiled forcefully. 

You poured him the best whiskey you had – Rittenhouse Rye Whiskey. You weren’t much of a drinker, but you knew that its distinct and spicy flavor was top notch. You had gotten drunk a couple of times on the job. Dealing with sleazy bastards would sometimes get too much for your brain, so alcohol was the antidote. The handsome stranger immediately took a sip and sighed in satisfaction. 

“Rittenhouse?” 

“Yeah,” you answered him. 

“Good choice.” 

“My favorite,” you lied with a soft smile. It wasn’t your favorite. You hated hard liquor. You would only drink it when you wanted to get drunk – no joys in that whatsoever.

Watching him take another sip you noticed a couple of things: he was much older than you; he looked tired and had a small cut on his lower lip. His red flannel was perfectly wrapped around his frame while the rolled-up sleeves made it hard to look away. Correction, your fascination with vascular arms made it hard to look away. 

He wasn’t subtle either. His eyes scanned your face; he was searching for something. Feeling like the whole world was watching, you decided to turn around and focus on getting the rest of freshly washed shot glasses polished and ready for tomorrow’s shift. Your cheeks were burning as your hands became slippery; your body felt foreign. You felt your fingers go numb as the shot glass you took slipped and hit the floor shattering everywhere.  

“Ugh, crap!” You mumbled. 

“Rough day at work?” You heard him say. 

“You have no idea,” You turned around to face him. His eyes were dark, illuminating in dimmed lights, still watching you. 

You ignored his gaze and went in the back to get a broom and clean the mess you made. When you came back you noticed his glass was empty. 

“Another round?” 

He nodded and raised his glass for you to pour another one. 

“Make it double.”

You registered his demand, but stayed silent. You had a feeling he wasn’t leaving anytime soon. The familiar riff of Don’t Fear the Reaper by Blue Öyster Cult started playing when the whiskey bottle touched his glass. Your head followed the rhythm, moving left and right as you started to hum the lyrics. 

“You look too young to know the lyrics of this song,” he said, taking a sip of his drink. 

“And how old do you think I am?” 

“You’re old enough to serve alcohol, so 21?” 

“Nice guess, but no. I’m 23.” 

The handsome stranger didn’t expect you to be almost 20 years younger than him. His brows shot up in surprise before he said: “Awesome!” 

“There’s nothing awesome about being a broke college student dealing with creepy drunks every night, old man!” You said, not really knowing where the old man comment came from. You desperately wanted to spark-up the conversation with the man in front of you, but you were never the one to break the ice and actually talk to strangers. So far this was great.

“You think I’m old?” He asked with a soft smile on his face. He didn’t seem bothered by your comment. 

“You are definitely older than me so yeah, kinda.” 

“How old?” 

“In your early 40s.” 

The lines around his eyes coming through whenever he would smile and freckles covering his face were a dead giveaway. He probably once was a beautiful young boy – you thought. Once that innocence was taken away, he grew up, but his beauty stayed intact. He was now a beautiful and tormented man.

“41,” he said.

You then exchanged your names. His name was Dean. He was just passing by after finishing a job in Lincoln. 

“What kind of job?” You asked. 

His hand went to the right pocket on his flannel and he showed you his credentials. FBI it said.

“Special agent has a nice ring to it,” you commented and decided, since you were closing soon, to lock the front door. “I promise you I’m going to let you go, I just don’t want any new customers.” 

“When do you close?”

You took your phone from the back pocket of your jeans before answering: “In about 10 minutes.” 

“Have a drink with me then! I promise I won’t tell your boss,” He winked. 

You were taken aback by his invitation that sounded more like a demand. You could feel the tension in the air rising; something about Dean was luring you in even though deep down you knew it was wrong. You had been dating your boyfriend, Dan, for sometime now, but it didn’t seem right. You got along just fine, but something was missing. He was sweet, too sweet sometimes, and yet you didn’t have a sweet tooth. You met through a mutual friend and after a few months of boring dates and sex you were over it. Eventually you told him you needed a break from it all, lying through your teeth, saying you wanted some time alone to focus on upcoming exams. You didn’t have the heart to break his. He was sad but decided to respect your decision.

That was two weeks ago. He would text you every day and you would simply ignore it.

A sigh left your lips before you went behind the counter and decided to pour yourself a glass of whiskey. 

I’m going to regret this.

“Cheers!” Dean said, lifting his glass.

“Cheers, agent!”

Click!

The hard liquor was burning your throat and you pretended to like it and not show how much it actually hurt. Right now you wanted to get drunk as fast as possible; you wanted to feel comfortable around him even though he was a complete stranger.

“You’re going to get me fired, Dean!” You said and chugged the rest of the whiskey from your glass. 

“Woah, you really had a rough day, huh?” 

You wasted no time and poured yourself another. Your throat was on fire, but your brain was slowly becoming numb. It was working. 

“More like rough life! Cheers!” You lifted your glass and took a sip.

The more you drank, the more details you noticed about Dean. His eyes crinkling, his long thick fingers gently holding the glass, his pink lips pressed against the glass… There was a need waking up inside of you with each sip you took. The liquor was dissolving away your sense of restraint and any sanity you had left; all you wanted to do was to crash your drunken lips on his.

“How rough?” Dean asked you. 

“Abusive alcoholic father and a deadbeat mother rough,” you said, now feeling tipsy wanting to sit. You moved an empty wooden crate that was on your left and turned it upside down so you could use it to climb the counter and sit next to Dean. He was fallowing your every move, admiring your legs. 

“So, daddy and mommy issues? That is rough!” 

You shared a look. Up close, he was even more beautiful. You could see every line on his face, around his eyes, lips, and cheek. Every line had a story and perfectly melted into his skin. You quickly looked away, refusing to show him you were completely under his spell.

“Do you work in the Behavior analysis unit? Can you tell I'm chronically searching for approval and acceptance from people but at the same time not giving a shit and trusting no one?”

You weren’t familiar with the branches of the FBI; you just watched too many Criminal Minds episodes.

Dean chuckled. “Not really.”

His hand suddenly went to your thigh as your legs were dangling from the counter. Your heartbeat was in your throat, but at the same time you felt a sense of calm. You knew it was wrong; he was twice your age; FBI agent and yet this was the most excited you had ever been. Your soon to be ex didn't even cross your mind. Something about this man was pulling you in and not letting go.

You finally got the courage you needed to look at him and not look away. He seemed sober, more sober than you at least… 

“Your hand is on my thigh, agent,” you finally said, forcing the last drop of confidence out of yourself. Your walls were crumbling and your desires were resurfacing.

“Tell me to fuck off then,” he suddenly stood up, equalizing the height difference. His other hand went to your other thigh as he gently pulled your legs apart, standing between them. His face was inches away from you, even if you wanted to, you couldn’t look away. 

“You make it hard to, though,” your skin was on fire, burning for the man you met almost two hours ago. You only knew his first name, his occupation and that he had an awesome taste in music. He was a stranger and yet felt so familiar.

Your words weren’t necessary anymore. You knew what you needed and realized he, too, craved the same thing. The life he was living was exhausting and full of lies; he wanted to forget about his fake badge and lies that he told over the years. He cupped your face with his hands and gently pressed his lips on yours. It was a soft kiss at first, which quickly deepened and grew with lust and want. You wrapped your hands around his neck pulling him closer as your legs were wrapped around his torso. You wanted him impossibly close. Light groans and moans filled the bar as you didn’t break away until breathing became a necessity. Panting and red around your mouth from his stubble, you rested your forehead against his.

“I’d invite you to my place, but I don’t think my roommate would appreciate me coming home with an FBI agent.” 

His eyebrows went up before he asked: “Right here?” 

“If you knew how much puke I had to clean just this week…”

Dean’s nose wrinkled slightly. He chugged the rest of his whiskey, feeling a pleasant burn in his throat.

“My car! Now!” He demanded, taking your hand as you jumped off the counter. 

You unlocked the door and saw the only car that was parked, right in front of the bar – black, shiny and beautiful Chevy Impala. You hadn’t seen cars like this for a long time.

You opened the back door and went in. Immediately, you were hit with the smell of leather. Dean followed you and shut the door behind him.  

“Nice ride, agent!” You commented and decided to get up and straddle him. He wasn’t protesting, letting you settle on his lap.

“Thank you!” He sounded almost proud.

You kissed him, feeling the exhale through his nose on your face before he opened his mouth giving you permission to deepen the kiss. The taste of whiskey was still in his mouth and in a strange way you felt like you were getting drunk and losing control with each and every kiss. Dean’s hand went into your hair, pulling it lightly and making knots you’d have to take care of tomorrow. You kissed for a while, your hands roaming, desperately searching for naked skin to touch and explore. Naturally, as you started to grow impatient, your hips started to move, grinding against him. You could feel him getting hard underneath you; he was bigger than you expected. When you couldn't breathe, your lips moved lower, kissing his neck and your fingers started to unbutton his shirt.

"Too bad you're not wearing a suit," you told him, between kisses. "I bet you look hot as fuck while chasing the bad guys." 

Dean chuckled at your comment, not wanting to admit he was flattered. He undid the bottoms of your jeans and his two fingers slid inside feeling your already wet cunt dripping with pleasure. His two fingers slid inside with ease. Your lips parted as you moaned his name. "I bet you look hot as fuck moaning my name, sweetheart."

This man was different. His scent, a light mix between pine trees, whiskey and leather; eyes so green you would think they were little gemstones staring at your soul in the dark; his age…It was a fatal mix, worth potentially getting fired or hurt for.

After taking your sweet time to unbutton his shirt, you could touch his bare skin. His fingers were still there, between your legs, slowly pumping in and out, but you wanted more. 

"Fuck me!" You whimpered. "Please!"

"Needy!" He said, placing kisses above your jaw. 

"Desperate," you corrected him.

It has been too long since you last had good sex. Too fucking long. You forgot what it was like to orgasm without your favorite toy. Your soon to be ex did absolutely nothing for your body and soul. No matter how hard you tried, how much you talked – he just wasn't working for you.

Dean liked the words coming from your mouth, so he decided to stop playing games. He pulled his hand out of your pants and licked his fingers clean. 

"Almost as sweet as you," he exclaimed. 

You felt your cheeks burn. He took off your shirt and soon after, your bra. Your chest was completely bare but you weren't worried about someone seeing you. It was dark outside and the only light that you had were from the street lights surrounding you. He placed gentle kisses on both of your breasts before he told you to lay down. You said nothing and did what he told you. He took off his shirt before pulling your pants down, taking them off without you lifting your hips.

"Damn baby, you're gorgeous," he said in awe. 

He was the one to talk; his upper body was carved by the highest of the Gods and his angelic, yet rough facial features made it hard to not stare. The universe created Leonardo da Vinci's Vitruvian man a couple of centuries later and sent it straight to you. The man undoubtedly had perfect face and body proportions.

"You're making me blush, agent."

He took off his jeans, struggling to find room before kissing you again. It was getting cold in the car since it was late October but his body was now pressed against yours, keeping you warm and safe. Your hand went to feel his fully hard cock before letting him put it in you.

"Please!" You begged again, feeling the desperation in your voice, but not being embarrassed about it. 

"Okay, okay!" He whispered, finally ready to give you what you want.

He moved your panties to the side, being too eager to take them off, and let his cock free as he lowered his boxers. Without warning he entered you, stretching your walls and making you gasp in a weird mix of pleasure and pain. He was big, so getting used to his size was going to take a couple of seconds. Your fingers dug into his shoulder blades as he started to move slowly. 

"Am I hurting you?" He asked worriedly. 

You whispered a no and kissed him as he started to move again. Soon enough, pleasure took over completely and you couldn't leave the sound of his name out of your mouth. His kisses became messy, slowly losing control over his body and movements as his pace became frantic. His right hand wrapped around your neck putting just enough pressure for you to completely fall apart.

The air in the car was hot and stuffy, and steam started to form on the windows. The sound of your wet cunt taking him over and over again mixed with Dean's moans and grunts; you knew you were going to cum. 

"I- I" you tried to speak but nothing could come out. 

Dean's eyes locked with yours in a moment, both completely consumed with each other…

"Come on baby!" He told you, his voice raspy and sexy. You couldn't get enough of it.

Soon enough you came all over his cock, biting his shoulder, trying to muffle the scream of pleasure. He hissed but didn't say anything as he came soon after. You felt his hot seed filling you up completely as you thanked the universe you were on birth control.

You were both panting, sweaty and speechless. Dean rested his forehead on yours, trying to calm down. 

"So…can I get your number?" He asked.

"Only if you wear a suit the next time we see each other."

"Roger that!" He smiled.

[tofupixel]

looking at your art with the CRT filter on it is like... damn u would have made the MOST gorgeous old psx visual novel

dude imagine... id still love to one day, i still love those kinda games, but it would have to be an on/off thing cos it just straight up hurts some peoples eyes 😭

once i learn programming then 3d and then lowpoly with pixel art textures its over for u hoes

[sophswritingthings]

I Just binged your apothecary wife series (SO GOOD BTW) and hear me out

Mizu x reader, but reader is kinda similar in the sense that they pretend to be a man in public , OR fem presenting woman who knows how to fight. And basically them being a power couple

(Imagine reader has something like dual swords instead of a katana, or like something fun and cool) 👀👀

Also i want mizus gender so Bad

pairing: mizu x fem!warrior!reader

warning(s): swearing, blood, injury, uhhhh a little nsfw? I made it as sfw as I could with what my mind wanted to do 

a/n: dude. you guys are so SMART. and yes, I want mizu's gender as well. i already am having thoughts about fuckin next halloween 

summary: you had been mizu's dueling partner for years; and only recently had the two of you gotten together. you joined her on her quest to kill the three white men in japan. and you two are absolutely a power couple, ready to kick ass at all time—and your passion for one another grows day by day.

word count: 874 words / 4,710 characters 

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mizu came back up from her fight, covered in blood; severed limbs scattered around her. and there you were, her lovely partner, on the other side of the fight.

you were also drenched in blood, your hair tied back and a flower (which she had given you) tucked in your hair splotched with blood. you were wielding two swords in either of your hands, smiling at her.

she walked over to you, each step concise and filled with purpose. she gave you a quick kiss on the lips, making you drop your weapons at your sides. she always found it cute how you let your guard down so much with her.

“you still manage to look so beautiful, even like this,” she murmurs against your lips, brushing a hand through your dark hair. 

“as are you,” you whisper, titling your head back to give her access to your neck. she takes the gesture happily, pressing soft kisses on your neck. it drew soft sighs and smiles from you.

“we need to get cleaned up.” she murmurs, dragging you down the cliff. you still wore a kimono, to which you tucked you swords under.

you still needed to be seen as a lady, to pass by. underneath that little facade was the ass kicking badass that mizu loved so much.

you stopped at the ocean, a small tide pool closed off by rocks. she was stood behind you, slowly removing your blood soaked kimono and dropping it to the sand.

you shivered as the cold wind brushed your skin. your partner was behind you, breathing in your presence, kissing and biting the skin of your neck.

it felt so damn good, little soft moans and sighs escaping your lips as she did so.

mizu chuckled against your neck, standing up straight. she pulled your hair down from its updo, doing the same with hers. she tugged off her own blood soaked clothes, taking your hand and leading you into the warm tide pool. 

you hummed, sitting in your partners lap, your forehead pressed against hers. her fingertips gently caressed your waist.

you were so beautiful, like this. so kind and gentle on the outside of the that fighting persona; so sweet, so beautiful.

you had gone from being so serene and sweet to pissing her off.

you splashed water into her face, giggling as you did so.

she wiped the water from her eyes, opening those gorgeous blue eyes with an unimpressed expression. she raised an eyebrow, only slightly.

“I will kill you.” she hissed the words, but there was no truth behind those words. you knew what she said was bullshit, an empty threat.

she’d never lay a finger on you, well, not in that way, at least.

“ah, uh-huh, sure you will, my darling,” you giggle, wading backwards through the pool. “I would like to see your attempt.”

her expression changed with a smirk across her face now, her hair dripping wet as it felt on her face. the sight was one to behold.

mizu waded under the shallow water, grabbing your ankles and dragging you under with her.

you let out a little squeak of surprise, laughing as the bubbles floated to the surface. 

the two of you popped up from the water again, your body now pinned against the rough rocks. her soaking wet body kept you pinned there; your wrists firmly in her hands.

you giggle, “how the tables turn, I see,” you murmur, gazing up at mizu with hungry eyes.

mizu didn’t say a word, brushing your hair behind your ear. 

“uh.. mizu..?” you were getting worried from your partners silence, gazing back at her. she typically had some stupid thing to say in these kinds of situations.. but here she was, silent as the wind. “I-is everything okay?”

“I love you.”

those three little words left her mouth. 

your eyes went wide, gazing back at her. she had never said anything like this, not to you, not to anyone. you weren’t sure she even said it to herself.

“I love you more than I think you could even phantom,” she whispered, leaning into the crook of your neck, kissing tenderly. her body pressed yours, drawing a soft moan right from your chest.

“I..” your voice trailed off, trying to return the passion in which your lover showed you. “I.. I love you too..”

you whispered the words. you were too wrapped up in the moment, with the ‘I love you’ and the way she were pressed up against you.

you could hear her whispering tiny little I love you’s in between passionate kisses. It was clear she meant it; and she was going to make that clear. wether it was with words or actions, it didn’t matter.

you loved her so much.

you would most likely follow her to the ends of the earth, if she asked. and you knew she would do the same for you.

you were devoted to one another. as partners, as lovers.

devoted to your love, to your passion. It wasn’t an obsession, a worship, one sided.   you were equally devoted to one another; and that was clear from miles away.

she would tell you she loved you to her very last breath. 

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a/n: mizu is the person to get so devoted to her lover that she dies protecting them and I need that. I need it now

[wrestlingwithlife]

The King and The Honey Badger

The honey Badger is regarded as one of the fiercest and bravest creature in the animal kingdom despite its small size, and it’s about time the Austrian king found that out.

König x Male!Reader

Warning : Violence - Blood - Death

(Nothing that graphic)

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König couldn’t quite say when he had first officially met the elusive ‘Honey Badger’ that had found his way into the Austrian’s ranks.

He had simply always been there. Watching, listening, and obeying. And wether by chance or unfortunate circumstances he and König had never wound up on the same team when it came to missions.

So, to say König didn’t know much of the male would be an understatement. He knew what he looked like, at least for the most part.

The lower half of his face was always clad with a dark mask, the snarling muzzle of a honey badger painted on it to match his call sign. He wasn’t the tallest of König’s men, but he was by far one of the strongest. His body thick and almost tank like with his broad shoulders and packed in muscles.

The first time König really remembered speaking with the h/c haired male was late one Friday night. A few of the men had gone out to a nearby bar not far from the base. Only a few hours may have passed when he received a text for the e/c eyed soldier.

‘Can you open the door please? My hands are full.’

The colonel was a bit confused. Why were the males hands full? They had only went to the bar, right? Nonetheless, the Austrian male tread over to the door and opened it to the bizarre sight before him.

Honey Badger lumbered in, two soldiers thrown over one of his shoulders and another tucked under his arm. No words were exchanged as he came in, chucking the three blackout drunks onto the common room couch. There were a few groans of protest, but other then that the three didn’t stir.

“What—“ König stood there, his widening eyes the only show of shock on his own masked face. “What happened?”

Honey Badger waved a hand dismissively, chuckling a bit. “Ah, they had a few to many and got into a bar fight with some other guys.”

It was then König noticed the small dusting of glass that coated the shoulders of the others leather jacket.

“Don’t worry though, I managed to break it up with minimal damage done. And I got them out of there before the police showed up.” The s/c soldiers eyes crinkled a bit, hinting at the wry smile that played beneath his mask.

That was when König noticed that the snarling muzzle wasn’t there any longer, and Y/n had swapped out his regular mask for a more casual one.

“You didn’t get hurt did you?” König really did care for all of his men, and as he stood there in front of the blazing e/c eyes of his most elusive soldier he fought to build something stronger between them.

Y/n shrugged, adjusting his mask absentmindedly. “Some dude threw a bottle and it knocked me in the face, cut my cheek a bit.”

König’s anxiety immediately flared, turning to dig through one of the cabinets to find the first aid kit.

“Here let me clean it for you, and make sure there aren’t any shards left in there.”

König heard the rustling of fabric before he turned around, his body momentarily stalling at the sight before him.

He really shouldn’t have been that shocked. Of course Y/n would have to take his mask off for König to clean his cheek, really it was just common sense, but that didn’t make the sight any less awing for the Austrian.

His s/c colored cheek had a short gash in it, bits of dried blood and what König thought was a small piece of glass were decorated around it.

The colonel forced himself back into the moment, not willing to allow the males gorgeous face to throw off his concentration. He was a damn soldier, he could handle this.

König fought to keep his thoughts straight as he gently plucked out the shard of glass from Y/n’s cheek, using an antiseptic wipe to clean away the blood and keep out infection.

With the wound now clean König pulled back to find a bandage of the right size. While his focus was elsewhere Honey Badger’s eyes were trained on him and him alone.

Y/n was sizing the male up, but not in the traditional sense, more of just trying to get a feel of him. The e/c eyed male had always watched from afar, taken note of the Colonel’s mannerisms and habits, but up close he was a whole different painting for Y/n to admire.

As König turned back with a bandage in hand Y/n didn’t bother to avert his eyes, meeting the colonel’s gaze head on. In fact, König was the one who averted his eyes first, hands trembling as he applied the patch. He felt as the though he was melting under the Honey Badger’s gaze, and he couldn’t tell if he loved it or not.

With König now focused on something Y/n went back to letting his eyes wonder down, unable to stop them from catching near the massive Austrian’s waist, fighting a smirk.

‘My oh my~’

When König pulled back Y/n offered him a grin.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“J-just König is fine, really.” König sputtered, shaking his hands a bit. He didn’t think he’d be able to see straight if Y/n called him sir again.

“Right. Thank you, König. Have a good night.” Y/n hummed, before retreating back into the darkness of the hallway and to his own barracks.

König swallowed thickly, bringing up a hand to clutch over his racing heart when the other was out of sight.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜

After that night König paid far more attention to who was in each squad when his men went out in the field, and soon the King and the Honey Badger were hardly ever seen a part.

Y/n pushed himself on, his thick legs plowing through the snow with ease. He wasn’t a fan of being separated from König, so he just tried to remind himself that the Austrian was only 100 meters away through the trees.

“I hate this…” Honey Badger grumbled, trudging on as his gaze scanned the tree line for anything that may be an enemy soldier.

“You’re fine, only another half mile to go.” König tried to soothe through the coms. “If anything we got—“

König’s link suddenly cut out and Y/n froze in his tracks, bringing a hand up to his ear.

“König? König, come on now, this isn’t funny.”

Somewhere off to the right of him a gunshot rang out, breaking through the cold air. Honey Badger whipped his head around, e/c eyes rapidly moving to try and hone in on where it had come from.

Without another moment the male set himself into motion, moving through the snow at an alarming pace to find, what he hoped to be, König alive and kicking.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜

König was on the ground, clutching at his bicep as his back pressed up against the tree behind him.

A soldier in white camouflage laid before him, dead. A puddle of blood slowly seeping out into the snow beneath him and staining it red.

Another soldier, dressed identically to the other, trudged towards König, rifle in hand. As König reached for his pistol the soldier shouted something in a language he didn’t recognize, pointing the barrel of his gun at König.

König froze, and as the soldier shouted again he drew his hand back. The soldier came to a stop a few feet from the Austrian, continuing to speak.

From the brief pauses he took König figured he was speaking to someone over a com link. König’s breath came in ragged, short puffs. The soldier gave a nod and lifted up his rifle, crosshairs aimed for König’s head.

“König!”

Like a freight train with no breaks, a blur of s/c and h/c plowed through the soldier, sending them both sprawling into the snow.

Y/n kicked away the man’s rifle as they wrestled on the ground, throwing violent punches back and forth. König quickly snatched up his pistol, but he had no way of getting a shot without hitting Y/n as well.

However, König could see the camouflaged soldier growing tired, his punches getting weaker, but Y/n looked like he was just getting started.

The Colonel watched as Y/n reached down to his hip, rearing back his arm again with a long blade in his hand. With a viscous cry he plunged the knife into the soldiers neck, who was quick to fall still.

Honey Badger shoved the guys body away, jogging over to König and kneeling by his bloody arm.

“You alright?” He asked breathlessly, small clouds forming in the freezing air from his warm breath. König blinked, shaking his head to steady his train of thought.

“Ja, I am fine.”

Despite the reassurance Honey Badger gripped the top of his own sleeve before tearing it off, wrapping the fabric tightly around the wound. König couldn’t help but worry.

“You’ll get cold.” He pointed out, using his good arm to prod at the soldier.

“Rather deal with a bit of frost bite than have you bleed out on me, sir.”

“I thought we talked about the ‘sir’ thing.” König grumbled as Y/n helped him to stand. Extraction could take another two hours to arrive, so Y/n helped König to a place further from the dead soldiers and out of the puddle of his own blood.

“You’re warm.” Y/n commented absentmindedly as he helped König to sit on a nearby log. Though the Colonel knew he didn’t need the pampering, he was more than happy to receive it from his companion.

Honey Badger did a final check of his body, poking and prodding in search of any other wounds.

With a sigh of relief he plopped himself down next go König, body relaxing.

The Austrian blinked, watching as the skin of Y/n’s exposed arm slowly turned red in the cold. Without a word said König wrapped his good arm around the shorter males body, pulling him in.

“You’re cold.”

A smile creeped onto Y/n’s lips beneath his mask. His shoulders slumped as he leaned his head onto König’s chest.

“Thank you, König.”

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A/n WOW that took way longer than needed sorry y’all 😅

Definitely plan on making these two a recurring couple so it you’ve got any ideas for Honey Badger I’d love to hear ‘em!!

[mundoperla]

Vincent Sinclair with a shy S/O

One day a bunch of teenage boys come and there openly flirting with her, while she did the job for Bo since there was no females to flirt with.

She came back to Vincent aggressively painting nude paintings of her in explicit positions something he’d never do because he was too shy. Catching her watching him, he finally did what he wanted to do out of anger

Sorry if it’s too much you don’t have to do nsfw if you don’t want too <3

HEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEGI

𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.🔞

Vincent Sinclair x shy Fem!Reader

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— Despite your reserved shy nature, you’ve got someone who’s the exact same eating that act up behind the scenes.

⚠️‼️tws;; creepy ass dudes saying creepy ass things, brief mentions of violence, vinny boy having indecent thoughts abt you, p in v SEX👺, fingering kind of??, overstimulation, basement sex too ig u could call it

i want him so bad

Lester hand already let you and his brothers know another group was being directed to Ambrose so guests were expected at some point in the day. Bo had asked you to stay at the station while he went back to the house to retrieve a few things, you understood what to do and what to say, how to be even just the smallest bit comforting despite being aware of what was to come to the unfortunate few who were to step foot into the town.

The loud honking of a car horn had startled you from the mindless scrolling you were doing on your phone, looking up through the glass doors to see a group of boys roughly around college age in the vehicle. Two of them had gotten out and walked into the shop, the usual ask of a fan belt was brought up and you got to your fake search for one.

“ Are all the girls around here as fine as you are? “ one of them whistled at you, you could feel your stomach drop in disgust but you merely laughed it off and continued to stay on the subject of the fan belt they needed. Reluctantly trying to swerve into a different conversation just so that the comment could be forgotten.

“ Hey come on now, he asked you a question and you’re not gonna answer ? How ‘bout once we finish up fixin’ our car you come out with us ? ” The second one stood straight behind you, his eyes were glued to you which made your anxiety worse.

“ I don’t think so. There isn’t a fan belt here it looks like.. try the house further up the road, not that far of a walk from down here. Bo should have spares up there. ” at this point you just said fuck it to trying to remain calm, you were screaming on the inside looking for every excuse in the book to get these fuckers to piss off.

Despite your efforts, they kept insisting that you leave the town with them to go who knows where. The last three guys in the vehicle outside poking their heads out to gawk at you like the pair inside. You were exhausted, tired, and you wanted more than anything for them to leave.

But most importantly, you wanted to see Vincent.

You weren’t too sure where he was or what he was doing, you naturally felt too afraid to bother him whilst he could be working. But god damn did you need to see him right now.

Luckily for your sake, Bo had came back. He could tell by your body language that you were uncomfortable, giving you a look of what could almost be described as worried.

“ You can head out, Vincent’s probably in his lil’ cave. I’ll take it from here.”

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Vincent’s hands trembled as he hastily sketched onto the sketchbook he had flat on his desk. He felt sick at the thought of any of those men eyeing you down.

He wasn’t upset at you for anything that had transpired, he was upset that your timidness was turning him in at the most inconvenient time.

Bo had buzzed in to let Vincent know what had happened, to which Vincent was furious for but he also wanted to be there for you while it happened.

But of course, his mind wandered.

Would you cower if he made a bold comment towards you? Would you stutter on your words if he called you gorgeous? Would you do all of these while he made you writhe on his-

This was dirty.

Your shyness was always adorable to him, one of his favorite things about you to be exact. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you any of these raunchy thoughts so instead he uses his own abilities to get as close as possible to seeing you in your most vulnerable.

His head could only be filled with mental images of you in positions he couldn’t even name. His hands merely transfering it onto the paper in front of him, ripping each page of his sketchbook out onto the floor to later shove in a folder somewhere where nobody could ever see but him.

For fucks sake, now was an inappropriate time to be aroused. Yet his own desires persisted leaving him more frustrated than before. HE deserves you, HE’S the only one who should make you flustered and leave you stuttering. You understand this too dont you?

Would you still be shy if he had you stripped entirely for him on his bed? when he had you bent over his lap as he curled his fingers inside of you? Jesus the mess you’d make on him would drive him bat shit crazy. He’d completely shatter you in fromt of all of those men to show who you belonged to. He can’t stop this, god he needs you so terribly bad it hurts. Won’t you-

“ Vincent? ”

His head snapped to his left where you were standing. He didn’t hear you come down.

You picked up some of the sketches from the floor and stared at them, the same familiar blush creeping up on your cheeks the more you looked as well as scanning the page he was almost completed with. Vincent was relatively open with you about many things, but never with sexual topics out of fear you’d be disgusted.

All he could do was look at you, unsure of how to react by being caught drawing his own set of ‘material’ of just you. You’re equally as flustered as he is, however you’d be lying if you said you weren’t as turned on as he was.

You open your mouth to speak again but you’re immediately cut off as Vincent slams his sketchbook onto the floor and tosses you up on his table, hurrily moving his mask up to reveal only his lips to clash into your own. His calloused fingers are roaming your legs and all along your torso, everything is moving so fast you’re completely left with no room to cower. His mouth moves down from your jawline to your neck, further down as he begins to practically rip apart the shirt you were wearing, coincidentally it being one of his own.

“ Hey- H-hey Vincent! ”

Your words go through one of his ears and out the other one, he needs you now and he’s tired of waiting. He’s still pissed off from earlier, he needs to mark you, leave your brain scrambled so you can only think of him, let you and everyone else know who exactly it is you belong to. His long black hair drapes over his masked face, pooling through your fingers as you grab a handful of it whilst he continues to rip apart your clothing, leaving you completely bare on his table.

He’s struggling with his jeans to get them off him all whilst trying to scoot you closer to the edge. Once he’s fully put of his own garments he wastes no time inserting himself into you.

Vincent wont wait for you to adjust to his size, he’s rutting into you like a man possessed. His hands are squeezing your hips tightly, leaving deep purple bruises in their place. The mask still left his lips uncovered, enough for him to bite and kiss at your chest and shoulders.

It felt like the tip was battering the inside of your cervix, with every thrust it felt as if he was fucking all the air out of your lungs. There was only so much you could do in this position — let out one pathetic whine after the other as your boyfriend completely obliterated you.

Where can he cum first? your face? your stomach? your back? in your mouth? keep squeezing him the way you’re doing now and he’ll fill up your cunt with his load until he’s completely run dry.

Vincent purposely edges himself, he won’t let himself have his own release until he feels like you’ve had enough of your own.

You’ve came for him more times than you can count, your pussy feels so sensitive the more he rips another orgasm out of you. You’re well aware he’s enjoying the sight of his pelvis and his thighs covered in your juices.

All the pretty sounds you let out are his notion to keep going, flipping you on your stomach to have you bent over for him, one hand still firm on your hip whilst the other lands occasional slaps onto your ass. You’re gonna stay down here until he’s done.

Or at least until another buzz of the radio comes in.

“ Three on their way to you, last two’re at the house with me now. Be ready. ”

You can feel Vincent squeeze you ince more before pulling himself out of you begrudgingly. The sudden feeling of emptiness causing you to whine.

He wasn’t done yet. He had more to do with you.

Your hands manage to reach out to grab the sleeve of his jacket, pulling him in for another kiss. Despite his previous behavior this is what flustered him the most.

Putting your semi-torn clothing back onto you, he carries you over to the mattress he had settled in the corner of his workspace. He began to walk to tbe stairs to handle the guests that would be arriving soon, just before leaving he hears the ting of your voice;

“ When you get back let’s continue where we left off! ”

•••

[theebubblegumbitch]

omg you should do a part 2 of “You Know You Ain’t Gettin Your Bitch Back”

You Know You Ain’t Gettin Your Bitch Back~ Pt.2

Chad Meeks Martin x fem!reader

Request: Ask and you shall receive my gorgeous anon <333 I hope you’re happy with it!

Synopsis: After breaking up with your asshole boyfriend Derek, you find some new eye candy in a frat party kitchen… This is what happens while (and after) he walks you home.

Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up heathens!), praise kink, Chad once again being a gf stealing charmer, very much goofy, non-serious sex, basically porn with a plot

Series: Pt.1 , Pt.2

This night definitely had not gone how you thought it was going to, but you weren't gonna complain. Because now, you were being escorted out of the obnoxious frat party that you attended with your now ex-boyfriend, by one of the finest men you had ever seen, Chad Meeks Martin. Even better, he was also walking you home. You were sure you looked like a psychopath, holding back an ear to ear grin at the situation you had found yourself in. It was only now that you realized you were walking past the living room, that Derek was still in. Your smile dropped, as you felt somewhat guilty for Derek having to see his freshly ex-girlfriend leaving with another guy.

Until what happened next that is.

"Wow we literally just broke up like 20 minutes ago and you already found another dude? Slut!" Derek had yelled that at you from across the room. Suddenly Chad stopped dead in his tracks, and so did you, as he flashed you a smile before removing his arm from your shoulders and walking straight over to Derek. "Oh you gonna come confront me you girlfriend stealing asshole? Hey let me know if she fakes another org-" Derek's shouting is quickly interrupted by Chad's right hook. Damn you thought he's strong... You didn't even realize it at first but Derek was on the ground now, dabbing at his bloodied nose. "She broke up with you before she even met me, because you're an asshole. And she's not a slut. Also you may wanna ice that nose, ya know for the swelling." Before Derek could even get up or respond Chad was already walking back to you with a warm grin on his face. You were still slack-jawed in awe. "Sorry about that, he shouldn't bother you again." Just like that his arm was slung back over your shoulders and you both were moving towards the door again. "T-thank you for doing that, you really didn't need to he was just blowing off steam." You said nervously, still somewhat in shock. "Well he was disrespecting you so, I- thought he deserved some disrespect back is all." Chad said as y'all approached the door. Right before you two made your exit you noticed the song that was playing. It sounded like Bussin by Nicki Minaj, and a certain lyric caught your ear.

"You know you ain't gettin your bitch back..."

You and Chad were about halfway to your apartment by now, and you were actually having a pretty interesting conversation about horror movies. "Well, you may not but I love them! I don't know I guess it just feels- safe to me? It sounds weird but when you watch enough of them it gets predictable, and you start to feel in control of your fear." You explained to Chad after listening to his reasoning for not really partaking in the genre. You definitely didn't blame him. "Yea I guess I get that, I just can't bring myself to feel that way about them ya know?" He said with a scratch of his head as you both neared closer to your apartment. "Hey, I can see my place up ahead, you can go ahead and walk back to the party if you want." You said, secretly hoping he would say no. "Yeaa I don't think it's a great idea for me to go back there..." He said with a laugh as you gasped. "Oh right- almost forgot about that." You chuckled as you avoided looking up at him. You weren't sure why you felt the need to look down, it just felt right. Suddenly you feel Chad use two fingers to lift your chin up as he points towards your apartment complex. "Hey look we're here!" You feel your eyes widen, you weren't expecting him to do that. "Oh yea we are, also just pointing would've sufficed." You say in a light mocking tone, but you were glad he didn't just point. "I know, but I wanted you to look at me."

His eyes were now piercing into yours, and you felt a certain warmth in your chest. The eye contact went on for what felt like forever, until Chad broke the silence. "Okay I know you just broke up with your boyfriend and all, so you're probably not looking to hook up or get with someone new or anything like that but I really, really wanna kiss y-" You cut him off as you press your lips against his, feeling him ease into the kiss instantly. It was gentle, but intense and passionate and you swear you never wanted it to end, but you had to pull away from each other eventually. You feel his hand that was on the side of your head ease off, and you slowly pull your lips off of his. Your faces are still impossibly close as you speak. "You uh- wanna come inside?" He looks at you like he wants to devour you before he says yes. You immediately grab his hand and almost drag him inside.

Before you know it you two are in your living room, lips back on each other. His hands are all over you, as if he was trying to touch every single part of your body. Eventually you feel them snake down to your upper thighs as Chad whispers for you to jump. You waste no time in doing what he says, wrapping your legs around his back so he doesn't drop you. You both stay there for a second enjoying each other's embrace as Chad sucks a dark purple mark onto your neck. You whimper a little at the feeling. "I bet that asshole ex of yours never had the balls to mark you up like this..." Chad practically growls in your ear as he places kisses over the fresh bruise. You only moan in response. You guess he's happy with that (non) answer, because next thing you know he's carrying you down the hall towards your bedroom. You make a mental note to thank yourself for leaving the door wide open. He gets to the foot of the bed and you expect him to throw you down, but instead he turns around and throws himself back onto the bed, making you squeal in shock.

You end up adjusting your legs accordingly, now straddling him. You take the opportunity to run your hands along his chest, slowly tracing every curve of his abs. You were now incredibly thankful that it was a college costume party, especially since you were wearing your shortest mini skirt as part of your lazy Britney Spears costume. You didn't want to wear it at first, but my god were you glad for it now. Chad was now moving his hands under it, making way to your center that was now impossibly wet from your little makeout session. You were breathing awfully heavy in anticipation and need, and Chad seemed to notice. "You want me to touch you baby?" You said yes quicker than you probably ever had, and just like that Chad's thumb was rubbing against your clit through the fabric of your panties. You went to kiss him again, whimpering against his mouth as he moved faster.

"You gonna cum just from this baby? Huh? You gonna be a good girl and cum for me?" You could barely nod as you felt your high approaching, burying your head in Chad's shoulder as you got lost in the pleasure. "Look at me or I stop. Okay?" You definitely didn't want that to happen, so you reluctantly met his gaze. Intense wasn't enough to describe it. He had a dark look in his eyes as he seemed to almost be staring into your soul, which was enough to make you cum with a yell as you squeezed your eyes shut. Chad gradually slowed the work of his hand as you came down from your high, letting out an airy laugh. "W-what's so funny?" You said as your chest heaved slightly, still out of breath. "Oh nothing just, that one didn't seem too fake." He said with a smirk, referring to what Derek was yelling before he got knocked to the floor. You were laughing a little now too, placing a hand on Chad's chest to steady yourself. "Don't worry, it wasn't." Once again your eyes met Chad's. His gaze had softened from what it was before, but you could tell he still wanted you. Mainly because of his obviously hard dick pressing against your still clothed pussy. "We can stop now if you want, I don't wanna pressure you into anything."

He was so sweet, but you felt bad leaving him hanging. That and you were still incredibly turned on. You felt the best way to show that was by taking off your white button-up (you had foregone the bra as per Derek's request). You watched as Chad's eyes went wide. "Okay your chest is definitely better than mine. I mean- wow." You laughed at his comment, leaning forward slightly so your bare boobs grazed against him. You felt his dick twitch slightly at the friction. You planted a kiss on his cheek before standing up so you could remove what was left of your clothing, watching as Chad did the same. You moved to sit on his lap again, throwing your arms over his shoulders as you kissed him again, this time hungrier. You went to wrap one hand around his length, your hand barely closing around it as you went to stroke him. He threw his head back and let out a low moan at the contact. "Very impressive cowboy." You said as you continued to stroke him slowly. He chuckled a little at your comment before bringing his head back up to look you in your eyes again.

"Glad you like it, but you'll probably like it better once it's in you." He bucked his hips up slightly as he said that. You went to line his dick up with your entrance. "Let's find out shall we..." You gripped his shoulder and kissed him again as you sat all the way down, allowing yourself to get used to his size. He was big, a lot bigger than Derek, and even he was hard to take sometimes. Chad must've noticed you struggling as he spoke next. "You okay? Did I prep you enough or do you need a second?" You felt yourself relax more just from how attentive he was, so you took a breath and starting to lift your hips up. "No I got it." After you said that you threw your head back and started to bounce on him, moaning ever so softly each time he filled you up again. Chad quickly started to match your movements with his thrusts, holding one hand on your back to keep you steady. "Fuck Y/N, you feel so good oh my god." You grew more encouraged at the praise, causing you to start going faster. You felt your orgasm building so you closed your eyes to focus on the pleasure you were feeling. But Chad wasn't gonna let that happen. "No no open your eyes, you know the drill I wanna see you." You were so lost in it that you barely heard what he said, still keeping your eyes closed. You only opened your eyes when you felt him tilt your chin towards him. "Please baby you look so pretty like this."

You nearly lost it at his words, moving just a bit faster, Chad meeting you every time. "Oh my god I'm so close please don't stop please." You were moaning and panting and nearly screaming Chad's name as you got closer to cumming, and he wasn't far behind you. "It's okay I won't, you got it I'm right behind you." You came hard once he said that, attempting to slow down in order to avoid over-stimulation. But Chad still hadn't come yet, before you had a chance to breathe he was grabbing your hips and practically impaling you on his dick. Rambling little praises and moans as he went. Finally, you felt Chad bury himself deep inside you, instincts telling him to bury his come in you as far as possible. You pressed your now sweaty foreheads together as you slumped against him. You both stayed like that for awhile, riding out your highs until Chad broke the silence. "I hope you don't go back to that douchebag after this." He said it with a laugh but you could tell he was dead serious. You laughed with him at the idea. "Trust me, I won't." Chad pulled you closer to him as he stared into your eyes.

"Good, because you're mine now." You were perfectly okay with that.

A/N: woohooo! first full Chad smut! this one isn't very descriptive but I'm actually really proud of the dialogue? anyway I have some other fics in the works but I STILL NEED MORE ASKS!! so don't be shyy! also feedback is very much welcome as I'm always looking to improve! happy reading gorg!

-With love, Miss Grace <3

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Pay Back, Pretty Boy (Law X F!Reader) SMUT

Law has always put his girlfriend through hell when it comes to their sex life, he is evil. The edging, overstimulation, the orgasm denial, cock warming. It was pay back time, and using a Devil Fruit against him was the perfect way how.

Warning ⚠️: improper use of devil fruit powers (F!Law & M!Reader), SPOILERS for later arcs, bisexual reader, talk about pregnancy (mpreg?), mention of belly bulge.

I would ask myself “how the fuck did I get myself into this mess” but I know exactly how. Motherfucking Blackbeard was the cause of it, turning myself, crew mates and captain into women. Oh wait, I am a woman! That’s right! I was turned into a fucking man! To be fair it wasn’t all that bad, finally being taller than everyone and…not gonna lie…I look really good for a dude. And…man Law was fucking FINE as a woman like damn! I could tell that Law hated himself like this, but personally I love it. His usual scary angry face was now a cute pout, his irritated glare was a flustered blush. Man was he fucking perfect.

~

I yawn as I walk into my shared room with the Captain, seeing him looking at himself in my vanity mirror. “Hey gorgeous, what’re you looking at?”. I ask him as I walk over and swinging an arm over his shoulder, still not used to my deep voice. “Don’t call me that”. He tells me, but in a cute womanly voice. “Aw but you are! You where always so handsome, now you’re stunning”. I tell him, nuzzling my nose again his cheek as I look at us in the mirror. “The most beautiful woman in the sea, Boa Hancock could never”. I hum, kissing his cheek.

His face turns a light pink color, trying to hide behind his hat. “God you’re fuckin cute~”. I coo into his ear, biting his earlobe and gripping his now thin waist. A tiny moan escapes his lips, I smirk at this. “You know~ “. “No”. He shuts down immediately. “Oh come on baby, I’d love to show you how you treat me”. I chuckle. “Absolutely not”. He shuts down again. “What’s wrong? Coward? Can’t handle it? Afraid to feel exactly what it feels like?”. I question.

His face reddens, turning his head away. I chuckle as I move to kiss up and down his neck, small whimpers escaping him. “A-alright”. He stutters out. Immediately, I pick him up from my chair and take him to the bed, laying him down on it with my hovering over him. “How does it feel with me on top?”. I ask him, taking off my shirt. “I prefer it with you riding my dick”. He snaps back. “Now that’s something we’ll have to try”. I snicker, causing his face to blush. The thought of Law riding my dick sent blood straight to my dick, the growing erection being a new weird feeling.

I lean down, pressing my lips against his as I use my dominant hand to grope his breast through his shirt. He moans into the kiss, his nipples hardening the shirt. I pull away, kissing and sucking on his neck as I pull my hand away and sneak it under his shirt to continue playing with his nipple. Instead of his deep gruffly and husky groans and pants, it’s high pitch moans and whimpers. “Music to my ears~”. I pur into his ear, nippling at his neck.

I snake down more pulling his shirt up to expose tits, taking one into my mouth and sucking on the hard bud. Law lets out a soft whimper. I use my free arm that isn’t holding me up to unbutton and shove my hand down his pants, running my fingers through his folds. “My my, for someone so hesitant you sure are wet as hell”. I comment, getting an annoyed whiny groan. His moan gets louder as I rub along his clit, his back arching. “Sh-shit~”. He moans out, causing me to rub faster. He moans louder, like a sweet melody.

I pop his tit out my mouth with a ‘pop’, leaning up more to kiss his ear. “Better not be too loud, don’t want the others to hear you”. I whisper into his ear as I rub harder. “Ah! F-fuck! Yoooooou~”. He moans out. I chuckle at his little threat. “Not yet baby boy, I’m not done with you like this juuuuust yet”. I tell him, causing him to whimper. While I continue to work on his clit, I move to a sitting position at his feet, my free hand on his knee as his legs start to shake. “That’s it, cum for me, captain”. I tell him. His moans get louder as his legs shake more aggressively, being seconds away from cumming. “Fuck! Fuck (Y/n)-Ya!”. He cries out, his back arching. Before he can cum, I pull my finger away.

Law pants as he sits up slightly to look at me, brows frowning as he looks at me with half lidded eyes. I chuckle as I lean forward, getting right to his ear. “See how it feels, smart ass”. I chuckle, kissing his cheek and leaning away. He sits up more, looking me up and down. “What? Want me to do something for you now?”. He asks in a snarky tone, still not pleased at what I just did. “Nah I couldn’t, I wouldn’t ask you to suck my dick when you’re not into it”. I respond. “Then…why do you enjoy this?”. He asks. Haha, ah fuck. “Is now a good time to tell you I’m bi?”. I ask with a sheepish grin. He just chuckles. “Yeah…could kinda tell”. He mutters.

“Enough about that”. I state, grabbing onto the hem of his pants and pulling them down along with his panties. “I’m not done with you~”. I chuckle, leaning down into his legs. Still sitting up, I look him in the eyes as I softly grab his thick thighs and and kiss along it. “Ya know, you’re pretty attractive for a guy”. He mutters softly. I crack a smile at his works. “Thank you, good to hear that my love still finds me attractive”. I chuckle. I use my thumbs to spears his folds, getting a small whimper. I lean towards him, taking a long lick up his dripping folds.

His back arches as he moans, throwing his head back as I start to suck on his clit. I move my hand to go down more, pressing my fingertip lightly against his entrance. He moans when I insert the tip of my finger inside, slowly thrusting it in and out of him. “Oh my God you’re a fucking tease!”. He cries out loudly, panting. I chuckle as I pull away, still fingering him with the tip of my finger. “I’ve heard that before”. I chuckle, then leaning back down. I suck and nipple on his clit, Laws moans filling up the room and bouncing off the walls.

He looks so beautiful, moaning and panting while I show him a piece of his own medicine. I pull my finger out, changing to my pinky and teasing his entrance with it, shoving my pinky inside him fully. He lets out a whiny moan, slowly thrusting my pinky in and out. I know he wants more, to feel more, to be filled more, I am a woman after all. He cries as his legs start to shake again, a sign he’s about to cum. I would definitely finally let him get the relief of cumming if he begged, but he’s too stubborn to beg. “Fuck, ah~ please let me cum”. He cries out in desperation. No I wouldn’t. Let him suffer. “Aw, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”. I ask, using my thumb to rub his clit.

“Yes, please!”. He cries, his legs shaking more. “You’re so cute when you beg like that, you know that?”. I point out. I feel him clenching around my pinky, moments away from cumming again. With that, I pull my hand away. “Nooo”. He cries, panting and trying to catch his breath. I sit up and sit on my legs, pulling down my pants and boxers. He looks up at me with a scowl, his pretty face filled with irritation. “I’ll…get you…for this”. He pants out. I chuckle darkly as I stroke my cock, god it feels weird. “Nothing you haven’t put me through already baby, I might have to tease you like this if we ever go back to normal”. I tell him with a smirk. “Not like I wouldn’t mind us staying like this, I’d loooove to get my handsome boyfriend pregnant”. I joke. His face drops, the thought of him getting pregnant sending a chill through his body.

I lean forward to hover above him, using one hand to grab his ankles and the other to line myself up to his entrance. “What’s the matter? Don’t like the pregnancy talk? How do you think I’ve felt during all those nights, you’d be pumping me full of cum and saying how cute I’d look carrying your babies. I mean I would look cute, you’d love it”. I lean in, my mouth next to his ear to let my hot breath brush against his neck. “But I think you’d look cuter with a swollen pregnant belly, carrying my babies”. I whisper, feeling him shiver at my words. I push his legs against his chest, rubbing my tip up and down his folds. Granted, my dick isn’t as big as Laws, but it is big enough to please a woman.

I slide my tip in, then slamming my whole length into his pussy. Law lets out a loud moan, his back arching at the stuffed feeling. “Shit”. I pant, feeling his gummy walls clenching around my cock. He’s so warm, sucking me in. His face is dazed, eyes looking back at the feeling. Oh am I excited to see his fucked out face, cock drunk off his girlfriends cock. I start thrusting my hips back and forth at a speedy pace, fucking into him with swift movements. His loud moans are so beautiful, his mind probably going crazy from the feeling of having his sensitive walls getting fucked. God, Laws pussy feels fantastic. But I do get how men act so differently during sex, and I know he knows now too. Maybe he’ll go easy on me for once, like back when we first started having sex. Maybe not. Only time will tell.

I lean back to sit on my legs again, holding his legs in place as I continue thrusting. I look down at where I connect to him, watching my cock thrusting in and out of his pussy. Man this is weird, but I at least now know why Law likes to have mirror sex or look at our reflection while having sex, it is really hot. But to be fair…he bulges more in my stomach than I do his. I reach my hand around to press down on his stomach, pressing down out his stomach. His cries get louder, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Fuck, he looks so good falling apart because of my cock. I start to feel a weird sensation start to build up in my balls. Shit, I was so focused on feeling his orgasms I never considered what it would feel like to cum as a dude. Weird how that works, women feel more but men cum more. Rude.

My breathing becomes more rapid, speeding up the pace and thrusting into him harder. Fuck. Next thing I know, a warm feeling shoots through my cock and empties into Law. I stop my thrusts, Law shuttering at the feeling of my warm cum and the sudden stop. “More”. I pant out. Without thinking, I pull out of Law and flip him onto his stomach, pulling his legs up into doggy style. I rise to my knees, thrusting back in. He lets out a yelp as I start thrusting again, hammering my cock into him. I grip his hips aggressively, slamming into him. He cries into the pillow, clawing at the blankets below us for dear life.

I lean forward, gripping his hair and wrapping my hand around his neck. I chuckle as his moans grow high pitched, squeezing me at the feeling of the new position. I nipple on his ear lobe, squeezing his neck and pulling at his hair. Now I really get how Law feels, the amount of power and dominance in my hands while all he is is a squishy pile of fuckable pudding. “What’s wrong? Big strong warlord can’t take his girlfriends cock? The feared and powerful Surgeon of Death getting drunk off my cock”. I whisper into his ear, his pussy clenching at my words. I pull away, pushing his face into the pillow as I thrust faster.

That feeling in my balls arises again, and it’s growing quickly. My speed increasing and feeling inhuman as I chase my high. “P-please…slow…dooooown~”. Law begs in a cry, finally getting a word out. I laugh at his cries. “I don’t think so, pretty boy. Not when I’m so close to cumming again”. I tell him. With a few more thrusts, I cum inside him again. I stop my thrusting, keeping my cock inside Law as I watch his legs shake. He’s so close, tears in his eyes from the constant denial of finally cumming. With ease, I pick up Law and sit us on the edge of the bed, facing my vanity to see his beautiful fucked out face in the mirror. I grab his cheek, forcing him to turn and look up at me with my free hand rubbing slow circles against his clit. “If you wanna cum, Captain, you’re gonna have to ride my cock. I wanna watch you use my cock to cum, watching yourself ride me as you finally chase your high”. I demand.

And he does that, lifting himself up and down on my dick. I remove my hand and lean back to rest on my elbows, watching him fuck himself on me with a smirk. “That’s it, handsome”. I encourage, placing a hand on his hip and rubbing his waist. He’s trying so desperately to try and chase his high. I don’t blame him for not knowing how to ride well, he’s never had to ride a dick before. Also can’t blame him, I’ve been riding his dick for a good 3 years. His bounces get more harsh, slamming himself down on me. His efforts are cute, in a way. He changes from bouncing to rocking, crying out moans to try so desperately to cum.

He looks over his shoulder, tears running down his cheeks as he looks at me oh so desperately. “Please…help me”. He begs in such a sweet voice. Fuck, I felt that go straight to my dick. “Alright alright, you got it, captain”. I sit up, standing us up still connected and pushing him against my vanity. “I still want you to see yourself cum all over your girlfriends cock”. I tell him, grabbing his hips and slamming into him again. The room is filled with the sounds of Laws moaning cries and the vanity slamming against the metal wall. I hope he gets so bullied for this. His head drops as he claws at the wooded vanity, his body swaying with each harsh thrust, his legs shaking and struggling to keep himself standing up. “No no no”. I lean forward and grab his chin, forcing him to look at himself in the mirror. “Eyes up, handsome”. I lick up his neck, biting down hard on his neck. He lets out a loud cry, his walls clenching and squeezing me. That aching feeling in my balls in back, getting close to cumming inside him again. I kiss his neck, then his ear. “Come undone for me”. I whisper into his ear.

As if on queue, Law lets out a loud scream as he finally cums, legs shaking and quivering as he finally experiences a female orgasm. I continue thrusting into him, over stimulate and ride him through his orgasm. With a last few pumps from me, I finally cum and fill him up for the last time. Laws body goes limp, I quickly scoop him up in my arms and hold him up. I carry him over to the bed, laying him down gently on the bed. I leave him to come down from his high, walking into the bathroom to grab a towel and a class of water. I walk out, placing the glass on the nightstand and cleaning up the cum leaking out of him. “Drink, your throat will thank you”. I tell him. Not like he hasn’t done the same for me, but it’s still good to remind him. In his still shaking state, he sits up and drinks the water.

After cleaning him up, I climb into bed with him and spoon him from behind. As much as I prefer being the little spoon, he’s small right now and all I want to do is hold him close. “You’re evil”. I hear him mutter out. I shrug at his words. “You love me”. I tease. I lean in and kiss the back of his neck, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him close. “And I love you”. I add. He reaches down and laces his fingers through mine. “I do love you, a lot”. He admits. “Thank you, for loving me so much”. He adds. I chuckle at his sweet words. “How can I not?”.

~

My leg hurts, my ankle is burning. The pain is unbearable. I shiver as I look down at my bruised leg, my ankle swollen. All I wanted was to play in the snow, I didn’t intend to fall down a steep hill and ruin my leg. I don’t know where I am. Am I lost? And I gonna die out here? The pain and the fear build up inside me, giving into my emotions and burst out crying. My face freezing from my tears, my wails echoing through the cold air. “Hey”. I sniffle, opening my eyes so see a group of young teens around my age. Three boys and a polar bear, their leader clearly being the kid wearing a white hat with black spots.

His eyes shift to my leg, then back to my eyes. “Your leg, can you walk?”. He asks me. I try moving my leg, getting a whimper of pain. I shake my head. “Please, help me”. I beg, starting to cry again. He walks over, picking me up into his arms. “Stop crying, I’ll help you”. He tells me. I look up at him with wide eyes, then smiling brightly and wrapping my arms around his neck, hugging him. “Thank you!”. I thank. “Don’t thank me”. He tells me. He starts walking, his friends following close behind. I smile softly to myself as I nuzzle up close against him into his neck. “What’s your name?”. I ask him in a soft voice. “It’s Law”. He answers. “Law…”. I whisper under my breath. I cling to him tighter, not wanting to let go. ‘Thank you, Law’.

[bonus]

Time has passed since the whole gender bent even, the guys seemingly not wanting to talk about their time as women. I sit in the kitchen with Penguin and Sachi, enjoying our morning coffee. The door creeks open, our captain walking in. “Looks like captain is joining us in the land of the living”. Sachi jokes as we watch him walk over and get his own coffee. “Shut it, it’s too early for this”. He sighs, filling up his mug.

Penguin snickers. “We weren’t telling you that when (Y/n) had you screaming a few weeks back”. He jokes. Law chokes on his coffee, Sachi laughing at his friends joke. Before Law can say anything, I cut in. “Oh quiet you two, maybe next time you two get turned into girls I’ll get you two scream”. I threaten, then taking a sip of my coffee. The room falls silent as I look at Penguin and Sachi with a wide smirk.

We turn when we hear Law chuckle, who then takes a sip of his coffee. “At least they’d get laid”. He comments, then casually walking out the kitchen. The two fall silent as I burst out laughing, putting my mug on the table so I can hold my hurting stomach. “Quit laughing!”. They snap at me, but all I can do is continue laughing at them.

[iloveapplejacks]

WET DREAMZ P4

Inspired by Wet Dreamz by J.Cole

I wrote back and said "of course I had sex before"

Knowing I was frontin'

I said I was like a pro baby

Knowing I was stuntin'

But if I told the truth I knew I'd get played out son

Hadn't been in pussy since the day I came out one

But, she don't know what

So she done roll back and told me

"Oh you a pro homie? Well I want you to show me

My mama gone for the weekend

So Saturday baby we can get to freakin'"

Warnings: heated make out

"You ever had sex before?"

This question caught Chris off guard causing him to sit looking down wide eyed

He looked at her and saw that she was looking at him waiting for an answer

2 thoughts went through his head, one was, should I just tell her I'm a virgin and I hadn't been in pussy since the day I came out one

Or should I just lie and say I have?

Deciding on the latter, Chris Coughs before writing

"Of course I've had sex before, I'm like a pro baby"

Y/N looked at Chris , seemingly shocked by what he said just as she was going to respond the bell rang.

Chris waited by the door and they both walk together to their next classes

"Well this is me" Chris chuckled as he begins to leave but Y/N grabs his arm to stop him

"I know this is going to sound so straight forward but I literally have not been able to stop thinking about what you told me" she mumbles before taking in a deep breath and looks at Chris

"What are you doing this saturday?"She asks

"I have no plans so nothing much probably, why?" Chris Asks confused

"My parents are gone for the weekend, So you can come over" she says

"Yeah sure we can like watch a movie, relax and shit" he shrugs

"No, you said you were a pro homie, And well I want you to show me" she said before walking away

The week that followed was quite quiet, well as quiet as it could be after Y/N confessed her desire to Chris .

Which, of course freaked him out. I mean it isn't everyday that A drop dead gorgeous girl wants to make a dick appointment with him.

Who wouldn't freak out?

If you had asked Chris how many videos he watched pornos online to help him educate himself on something he clearly wasn't Educated about.

He taught himself how to put on condoms and practised how to stroke right

Fucking hell, why did I have to lie? He thought to himself

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday sped past and before he knew it, it was Saturday night.

Having made sure he wasn't smelling musty and was prepared, Chris began to make his way to Y/Ns house but not without saying a prayer

"I'm praying God please don't let me buss quick"

Arriving at her door, Chris knocked twice before he steps back, after a minute or so, the door opens

"chris hey" she smiled as he looked at her up down, Short shorts and a tank top

- damn

"Come in" she smiles, opening the door wider and grabbing his hand and leading him upstairs

A smirk plays on his face as he closes the front door with his leg and stares at her ass as he followed her blindly

She opens the door to a room and let's go of chris’ hand and sits herself on her king sized bed. He follows suit and sits himself next to her

She crosses her legs and looks at him with a smile

"What is it?" he says looking at her funny which causes her to laugh and shake her head

"Nothing, I just can't believe the guy l've been crushing on for ages, is actually here" she chuckles shyly looking away from his face

"Damn? You're hiding another dude in here?" he says jokingly Which causes the two to start laughing

"Nah I'm playing, you like me?" he asks with a massive smile on his face edging nearer to her

She bites her lip as she looks into his eyes before looking at his lips and then back up to his eyes

Chris cups her face with his hand and leans in and begins to kiss her

She reciprocated and he deepened the kiss, pushing her back slightly so that she was now underneath him

Her hands roam across his torso and she tugs at his shirt to remove it, when she does, she discards it

He removes her tank top and begins to leave kisses and hickeys down her body

Soft moans were heard as She grinded her hips against Him An action that caused him to get hard.

The feelings of worry and stress about whether he was doing things correctly all left his brain as the feelings of euphoria and Bliss overtook him

"You ready baby?" He asks, she nods her head vigorously which makes him laugh

the items of clothing they were wearing were removed wearing was removed

Chris trying to conceal his nerves opens a condom and rolls it on

He positioned himself between her legs and praying to God that he didn't bust quick

Just as he was about to insert himself inside of her

She flinched and grabbed it

An action that caused his heart to beat rapidly, and assuming the worst

Did she change her mind? Was his shit too small to fuck with?

she looks chris in the eye before she says with the sweetest voice

"I wanna get something off my mental, I can tell you're a pro but baby be gentle" she looks down shamelessly

“cause i’ve never did this before”

AHHHHHH OKAY SO IM DECIDING IF I SHOULD END HERE LIKE THE SONG OR HAVE ONE MORE PARTTTT😅 HAPPY NEW YEARS!!

[kikijackson-blog]

A Is For... Arsonist? Phonics - Angel Edition

Here is is, readers' choice Angel. Hope you all like it.

Readers 18+ only

Warnings: Language, Alcohol

No smut in this one ladies, sorry.

Music blasted through the speakers so loud that you were becoming increasingly irritated that you couldn’t hear your girlfriends over the sounds of Guns n Roses’ Welcome to the Jungle. It was a song you hadn’t heard in a long while, but your best friend happened to find this club by accident. She’d met some dude on a dating app a couple of months ago and they’d agreed to meet here. The date had been a disaster from the star but at least she found this little gem. Rock from the 80’s how you loved those hair bands. It had quickly become your little girl squad’s hang out place, where you all would unwind after work but today you just weren’t feeling it. You were completely stressed from work, alcohol wasn’t helping like it should, the beginning signs of a migraine were becoming more apparent, and the music was only starting to aggravate it.

“That’s because you need to drink more!” Your friend the trouble maker shouted.

Somehow you got the feeling that there was not enough alcohol in this club to do the trick. You needed something more. Unable to pinpoint what the was, the frustration of it all finally got to you. You shot up from your seat and excused yourself from the girls who probably hadn’t heard you because they were too busy flirting with some guys who in the witching hour were 10s but in the daytime probably more like 2s.

Tonight was just not your night you thought as you made your way outside.

“Sit your ass down, motherfucker,” you heard a male voice shout. “She's way outta' your league man.”

You rolled your eyes and headed to the door. Definitely not your night.

“Fuck you Coco, I could totally get her.” Creeper countered.

“No, you can’t.” Coco laughed.

Angel shaking his head stood up and took one last sip from his beer before setting it down on the table. “Nah Creep you can’t, but I can.” and headed straight to the door you just walked out of.

He saw you sitting at a table outside alone, trying to light a cigarette.

“Damn you, you stupid little shit” your lighter chose the perfect moment to decide to fuck with you and not start.

“Allow me,” a deep voice said, lighter in hand and that little flame was like a tiny ray of hope for you.

“Oh my God, thank you, you’re fuckin’ heaven sent. You’re like a goddamn angel waving around your celestial flame.”

He chuckled as he took a seat next to you. “My name is Angel. What’s your name gorgeous?”

You laughed until it slowly dissipated as you study his features. “[y/n]. No really what’s your name?”

“I told you, it’s Angel.”

That’s when you noticed one of the rings he wore on his fingers had angel wings so you figured that actually was his name and not just some witty line. His smile was quite angelic but then you take in his leather and scoffed.

“Yeah right more like fallen angel.”

“Yeah well an angel none the less.” He then gave you a devilish smile. “And, I don’t believe I specified what kind of angel.”

You gave his rings one more glance and saw a skull on one. You leaned in a little closer to him and slowly whispered, “Angel of death.”

He inched the gap between you, “Maybe, but you’re a little arsonist.”

“Arsonist?”

“Yeah arsonist, cuz you started a fire in my heart.”

“Did I?” You move in even closer feeling the heat radiating from his body. This one’s a daytime 10 for sure.

He closed that last sliver of space between the two of you and pressed his lips against yours and gave you exactly what you had been needing. Soft but demanding, there was a gentleness to his kiss laced with danger and it was intoxicating.

“A goddamn blaze.”

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More Angel?

[helluva-dump]

Day 1: Meeting

It was a fun and joyful night in heaven, with a big grand tour performing in their big stadium. Two bands were performing on a tour together, The Pray as well as Adam and the Exorcists.

Lucy is we filled with so much joy, she was always eager to watch The Pray before… though she wasn’t too familiar with Adam and the Exorcists, simply, her father banned their music in their home. To put it simply, he told her a lot of terrible things about the musician and how he’s an obnoxious creep towards women. But after all the convincing from Emily and begging from Lucy, he decided to let her go out.

Azrael knew how much Lucy loved the Pray and knew her intentions were mainly for them. But he did tell Emily to make sure they come straight home after the concert, and to only get autographs from the Pray. And to NOT let Lucy get lost in a crowd or to not even interact with the other “so called band”. Emily feels like Azrael is a bit too paranoid, but understands.

Later that evening, The Pray began to perform as well as Adam and the Exorcists. Lucy, Emily, and Keenie were all in joy just listening to the beautiful angelic voices of the Pray. It was like a miracle for Lucy as if she was in a beautiful ethereal dream with her musician crushes. Though, as she heard Adam and the exorcists perform… she didn’t think they sounded too bad. The music almost sounds like old records her father Azrael had.

It was simply okay. She didn’t really get the hype for Adam and the Exorcists. She was much more into things with a softer and mellow sound with some heavy strums here and there. As the concert was finished, Keenie got so happily excited and flew way towards the merch… Emily tried to ask Keenie to slow it down but the two got into a little fuss. Emily got very peeved with Keenie not following what Azrael told them, that they accidentally separated form Lucy.

Oh poor Lucy, the poor thing. She got lost in the crowd, trying to look for her friends. She was starting to feel over stimulated as if she eas gonna get an anxiety attack… She decided to fly up to search for her friends… that’s until she bumped into a chubby figure in the sky.

“Ow! Hey fucking watch it! I get it! I’m the main star, but listen dude, if you want my autograph, wait your fucking-“ The voice stopped as he took a good look at who bumped into him.

Oh damn, it appears so be some Angel chick… but not just any Angel… she had a beautiful bright blue eyes like the sky, white feathery body with her pigeon like wings, freckles, and long raven hair… but also wearing a cute shirt blue dress with cloud print and sheer sleeves… holy shit…. Damn her curves and body, is Heaven really missing an Angel? She doesn’t seem like a winner or a cherub, but she almost looks like a seraphim… yet her halo looks normal.

Lucy looked at the stranger and realized it was no other than the vocalist from the other band… Adam himself…. In person, right in front of her. Wow, her dad was right, he was pretty rude and arrogant. But she didn’t want to set him off, Lucy replied “Oh goodness! I am so sorry! I got lost in the crowd! You see I’m trying to look for my two friends and ummm… I’m sorry.”

God, her voice is even cute! Her naive nature and how soft and docile she seemed…. So lovely, submissive, and wholesome sounding. Almost reminds him of the days of Eden with Eve…. Adam felt a hard boner downstairs but tried to play it cool… “Oh shit! Excuse my manners babe! I just couldn’t resist to notice how drop dead gorgeous you are!” He replied with a flirtatious grin, trying to be suave. “You know, I can always give you a freebie if you badly want me to sign something.”

“Oh don’t take this personal…. I’m not that familiar with your music… I mainly came for the Pray, my father is sort of strict when it comes to your band… he would get upset if I’m talking to you.” Lucy said with a shy expression on her face, but feels bad. She knew Adam sung his heart out but didn’t want to lie to him.

“Pfffft a daddy’s girl! Ah I got it! Most of their dads don’t like me either!” He replied, but feeling disappointed. How can she not ever hear his music??? Adam, THE ADAM. The original dick! But he kept his cool and held her hand. “If you like, I can offer you some assistance to find your friends.”

“Oh that’s okay… I think I can find them.”

“Don’t worry babe! I always helped lost fans like you find their crowd! Just give me their names.”

As he was about to help her, a voice called out her them.

“LUCY!!!! LUCY!!! ARE YOU UP HERE?!!” The voice got closer and it wasn’t anyone other than Emily. She was so relieved. She felt so bad for getting into an argument with Keenie that she lost Lucy in the crowd. She flew towards her and gave her a hug… “Oh I’m so relieved! Please don’t scare me like that! Keenie is gonna meet up with us down at the souvenir shoppe.”

“HOLY SHIT BALLS! HEY EM!!! How’s your Friday night, didn’t think you knew this cutie too!” Adam was shocked to see Emily here… but wait… the fact she knows this cute girl… holy shit. He’s got a chance! A chance to get to know this special friend! “How come I’ve never seen this cutie around you?”

Emily glared at Adam and held Lucy close to her. “Adam no! She’s off limits! She’s not interested! We are just having a girls night out!”

“Oh c’mon i just wanna know her name!” He whined and pouted. “very rude you know Em…”

Lucy looked at Adam and decided to thank him with a Reply “Oh it’s okay! Thank you Adam… if you do want to know my name… my name is Lucy.”

“Oooo Lucy huh? Makes me think of a certain fallen one… but besides that, I like that name! Hell, it sounds cuter than you know who!”

“Oh no! It’s short for Lucinda! My mom picked it since it means light.” She flustered but felt embarrassed.

“Ah I see, well your are a beautiful light!” Adam got closer to the two girls as he winked at Lucy. “Anyways, got shit to sign but up I’ll give this for you.” He offered Lucy a poster of himself, with a special signature.

Emily rolled her eyes and sighed ���Bye Adam, we have to go now.” She said as she grabbed Lucy’s hand and the two girls fled away…

“Hmmm he sure is strange… but seemed so nice and friendly…. Why does my dad hate him?” She has thought to herself.

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Yeah I’m a day late but here’s my prompt for @hazbinocxcanon for the oc x canon week.

As I said before I changed things with their story and how they met. I’m gonna say him blackmailing her doesn’t happen until later in their relationship. But here’s an insight of how they both met each other.

Yes Keenie is the absent friend where Emily cares so much about her and will fight for Lucy’s life.

Hope you enjoy the art and short story 💖

[lightwise]

TBB S3 E12 Reaction

Alright, this was the last episode that was truly represented in the trailer. I can’t wait to see Hunter kick some Juggernaut butt (why does that sound so bad lol)

- Hemlock wipe that damn smirk off your face

- Again with the shoulder shoves dude

- No why is CX-2 just walking away? We need to follow him and find out who he is!! *low-key screaming in frustration* lol

- I love how Hemlock is so arrogantly confident and uncaring that he comes across as almost respectful in how he takes the time to explain things to other people

- Come on Emerie, you’ve come so far! Don’t keep playing into Hemlock’s hand! You know Omega isn’t safe here and neither are you

- Lol he’s too busy to even wait for the test results. Bitch

- I do wish they had given us Crosshair telling Hunter and Wrecker about Omega. BUT I was very much correct that Hunter would not waste time being angry

- Every time Crosshair says something more about Tantiss it just keeps getting worse and worse 🥺🥺 don’t make that man go back there! Dee’s vocal inflections and the way he talks about Nala Se and Tipoca City is so regretful

- The trust and vulnerability he’s willing to show though with his hand shaking and admitting he doesn’t want to go back he’s so traumatized 😭💔

- No WAY they are bringing back Admiral Rampart! Kudos to those who called that one

- PHEEEE and AZZZZ

- Cross goes from pointing his rifle in Phee’s face to straight up telling her they’re taking her ship 🤣

- Okay, it finally happened. I finally teared up. Phee and Crosshair immediately sass each other, then she drops the fact that she and Tech were close and talked a lot and he TOLD HER ABOUT CROSSHAIR (and in a good light) and we got a BROWN EYES 👁️ 👄 👁️. I was in a puddle on the floor 🥹🥹🥹

- The way she treats all of them like family and helps them and puts her life on the line for them. It is just so satisfying to see her relationship with the Batch continue to develop like this. Truly family to all of them.

- More Andor vibes with this labor camp

- Of course Rampart is still a dramatic bitchy asshole. Prison hasn’t changed him AT ALL (except for the beard. Sorry guys but I’m just not seeing it 😆)

- Aw Wrecker giving Mel a little pat. He’s so sweet

- “Oh relax. I expect you to know a stealth approach when you see one” 🤩🤩 TECH you need to come back and marry this woman RIGHT FREAKING NOW

- Gosh they were so made for each other 😭

- That entire maneuver was insane and incredible

- Hunter’s helmet float 😄 at least one of them was having fun

- As others have pointed out I also really appreciate that they animated Phee with so much aging and tiredness and lines and wrinkles showing on her face. She’s a real woman who’s seen and done a lot of things and she’s incredibly gorgeous and badass and caring and intelligent and she doesn’t need perfect skin or a youthful glow to be completely amazing

- When are we getting the “day in the life of a storm trooper” workplace comedy? I need it Star Wars!

- It’s so good to see the boys working together like this

- The textures and lighting in this episode are just so real looking

- Wow Wrecker really just sucker punched that guy

- And he actually remembers plan 55 😁 so proud of him

- The music when they saunter in 😂 and we got a “how touching” too?!

- Rampart’s face is in the dictionary next to the word offended

- “Hunter, they’re sealing off the bridge!” Hunter: drives faster

- And he was giving Phee a hard time for her flying?? Boy is approaching Evel Knievel levels!!

- I need to see Hunter in a dirt bike rally now 😧

- Pretty sure Hunter is firmly in his Joel Miller Era. He does not care what he has to do or who he has to kill at this point

- “Not exactly a stealth exit boys” such a great line

- “We’re all in this together” sure Rampart sure let’s see how chipper you are about that next episode

- Emerie and Omega’s glances at each other 🥺

- “This is your new home” yeahhh I don’t think so

[haveihitanerve]

GREGOR THE OVERLANDER IS AN ADORABLE BEAN BUT ALSO THE SASSIEST MF EVER AND IT NEEDS TO BE ADDRESSED

Bro was literally just attacked by an enemy rat and when he discovers that that rat is in fact not an enemy, his first words are ‘get off me man’ as he tries to push said rat away

He cracks his bubblegum a second time solely to see ripred flinch

(I just realized a shit ton of these are gonna be with ripred because, duh, hes only allowed to be a kid around the rat and his sass only comes out when he doesn't have to protect boots or someone)

‘I know someone else who’s in trouble’ gregor please. You just woke up after fainting because a squid pulled your arm. Please save the witty remarks for another time

‘I guess shes smarter’ like damn son

‘Sorry to bug you- i mean bother you’ i know it wasn't intentional but thats just hilarious

‘Ill tell him you said hi. You know, if hes still alive’ okay i know this was way out of line, but it made me laugh so hard. I honestly am not that huge of a fan of hamnet (don't come after me its my opinion) and so this made me smile

When he does his sprint in the first book and ‘faked them out’ making the bats lose formation and riders struggle to stay on

'he felt around desperatley for a weapon. what did he have? diapers? cookies?" its technically him because its narrated from his pov so that hilarious

"said Vikus, as if that explained it all"-again, said from gregors pov so him being sassy. in his head at least

"The mighty warrior excused himself and changed a diaper.”

"Who was Simon? He had no idea.”

“The place did kind of resemble a locker room if locker rooms were gorgeous and smelled good.”-dude. this kid is my frickin hero

Also some honorary ares mentions because as bonds they are the same person-

In the labyrinth, come to a point where they can go three ways “lets go left” (these aren't the exact words but im too lazy to go look it up) that path circles back around to where they started “on further reflection i favor the right” that circles back round. Only one tunnel left “why don't you chose?” o.m.f.g ares. I love you sm

Also- delivering the bane to ripred: please don't tell me you've become attached to ol twitchtip. Ares: as far as rats go, she is among our favorite. O.M.F.G ARES! I don't think he ever exchanges another word with ripred. The only time he ever talks to the rat is to confirm that she is their favorite rat. Not him. Like- i love him sm

And when theyre training for the army in the last book and gregor asks, ‘have a good nap?’ and ares just responds, ‘all twenty minutes of it’ ashdfgsfhgenhvengh!!!!! I love this dork sm. 

‘You learn fast’ like ma boi-! But its so cute because it distracts gregor from his fear of being a rager and gets him to laugh and its the first time they act like bonds and its super cute

“Aurora and I go with our bonds,” muttered Ares- he could just say it- but no. he mutters. i adore this bat

Ares flew straight for the rat.- its not sass but like- yes

"get off my chest what?'' get it ares. teach gregor mannors haha

yeah thats all i could think of off the top of my head

[go-to-autistic-crypt1d]

I'm re-watching SGA again and omfg the first episode when weir and daniel are talking, "Atlantis" "I think we can go there" CHILLS

(Gonna be updating this like live tweeting because I can and I will)

-(@autistic-crypt1d)

Updates:

- Ok so straight up did not remember there was no intro for the first few episodes. Also, John and Teyla's first interactions are sooooo awkward, I always forget that. DAMN the plot is so good right off the bat though. The city rising from the ocean??? BEAUTIFUL, MORE CHILLS, GORGEOUS.

- the color scheme and lighting for the wraith ships is soooooo different in the beginning WOW. The blue and grey, complete lack of other colors aside from a slight yellowish light. So drastically different from the heavy yellow and green fleshyness it becomes later on.

- FORD, AHH 💛

- I've always wondered if the red haired wraith was intentionally not following the black or white hair scheme or if that was a pilot thing where they hadn't thought that far yet. (If anyone knows please lmk)

- DAMN the wraith are so fucking cool. I'm 1000% going to make a whole seperate post ranting about them, but I just have to say they introduce them SO WELL. They're intimidating, mysterious, powerful, and not to mention SO UNIQUE. GAAAAAH!!

- "We are merely the caretakers for the ones who sleep" CHILLS. FUCKING CHILLS DUDE. All the lifsigns appearing and the pods lighting up??? BRUH

- Ok Teyla and John's first head bonk, ADORABLE. I love that they do that and that's their thing ya know? Like it's her people's thing but the only expedition member she does it with is John as far as I can remember.

- Episode 3, THE INTRO ARRIVES AND IT IS BEAUTIFUL

- gotta say, the personal forefield thing is a lil inconsistent, like the coffee can't touch his body in the slightest but he can grip the cup? Could be that they're expecting the viewer to assume the forcefield is creating a gap between his hand and the cup and just left out the sound and green flash, but idk

- Jinto (Ginto? I'm not sure how it's spelled) is such a fun character, I wish he was featured with the other ethosians after the move from Atlantis :/

- I love how Sheppard, Teyla, and Rodney all start to really become a team already in ep 3 with the shadow creature. All 3 not knowing eachother really at all, but after everything on the wraith ship and now with this creature threatening everyone on atlantis, they come together and we see their strengths as individuals and their ability to work together using them. Plus getting to see Rodney really step up and be selfless really gives you a new view on him after his appearances on SG-1.

- idk if it was intentional, but Ford being in the infirmary and not with the other 3 could be some serious foreshadowing for later. I mean him not being there while the majority if the team forms really does not set him up for success being the fourth. Don't get me wrong, I adore Ford, I just also think that Ronan fits the team better and provides a better dynamic.

- I kinda love how there's no discussion shown about Teyla joining the team, she's just on the next mission with them. After the 3rd episode it just makes sense ya know?

- iratus (aratus?) bug, then eventually John literally gets infected and starts turning into a wraith cuz of the retro virus? Bro cannot catch a break

- gotta say, the audio balancing in this show is not my favorite, I always have to crank it up by like 10 when it's all talking and then am immediately auditorally flashbanged when the action starts 😂

- I know it's all serious and shit but Rodney and Ford getting tossed around the back of the jumper is fucking hilarious, especially knowing that they themselves are throwing themselves around

- UGH KAVANAGH

- "don't talk to me about screwed!" Teyla's face at Rodney, PRICELESS. Like, do you not see the man paralyzed with the bug on his neck sapping his life force? Stfu

- omfg I never noticed before but when they're running up the dirt hill from the wraith in John's flashback of the bug attachment, Teyla grabs his arm to get up the hill because the sand is constantly crumbling 😂

- Weir putting Kavanagh in his place, PEAK.

- "you're telling me he can't go through the gate while that thing is on him?" "Then we must do something NOW" THE DRAMA, I LOVE IT, THE MUSIC AS BECKETT EXPLAINS THE PLAN, UGH, SO GOOD

- man even though everyone was fine you can see on Halling's face how the fact that Weird didn't allow the ceremony to happen affected him. Like, would it have sucked for the rest of the people on the ship to be told to prepare to die? Yes, but Teyla might have felt comforted by it, we don't get to find out. Really foreshadows all the conflict that occure between the cultures because of their differences later on and how the expedition's culture is always the one that gets its way. The Athosian's really get the short end of the stick in their relationship with the expedition members for like, the entire show :/

- OOF and it only gets worse with Ep 5 when they think there's a spy and only after basically accusing every Athosian of maybe colluding with the wraith (literally the biggest insult you could ever say to an Athosian or really anyone in the pegasus galaxy), do they find out about the necklace. Not to mention the tension when Bates accused Teyla and all that goes down I mean, YIKES.

- ANYWAY

- I will never get over the fact that they fucking TAZED a wraith dude 😂

- ok so they've captured their first wraith, but I always wondered why they never bothered to try and capture another iratus bug. I mean, they already theorized in its first appearance that they're some sort of prehistoric ancestor to the wraith and they're easier to contain and handle than a whole ass wraith so why no let study it? I think they do later when the whole inoculation thing happens but I guess idk why they wouldn't take the opportunity to study something like that off the bat. Even just to study the regenerative abilities.

- bro episode 6 makes me so sad every time, the ancients really just decided to tell them to off themselves in order to get to their version of heaven instead of something asking the lines of maybe, idk, don't have too many kids or something?? Don't stray outside the field?? Anything else??? I'm sure the ancients had some sort of birth control, maybe share that tech??

- is it just me or does Keras 1000% have a crush on Sheppard? (Who could blame him tbh) I mean, the smile he gives him at the end???

- brooooo not the Hoffan drug event 😭 it's so sad dude, the desperate attempt to save themselves only for it to kill a huge chunk of their people and lead to them fleeing their planet as the wraith attempt to wipe them out.

- ya know, they keep that wraith in the brig for a while and there's no bathroom in there, do wraith even need to use the bathroom since they only feed on life force? If they eat regular food does that mean they have to use the bathroom?

- ok ep 8, underground, absolutely one of the most infuriating episodes imo. The Genii are great antagonists, but god damn are they infuriating about ittttt. Tyrus getting himself killed in the wraith ship and Teyla getting blamed for it??? Don't even get me started on Kolya and Sora dude.

- ya know, I find it interesting how they differentiate scientists and military personnel in the field initially. It changes at some point but right now the scientists are in the tan color while military are in the dark navy. They obviously have the color coding back at atlantis with the color blocking, but the field stuff changes and I think that's interesting.

- the cocooning thing the wraith do to save victims for a later feeding is such a horrific and unique thing to add to them as a species and enemy. Like, that's so cool in such an awful way, they really nailed making the wraith scary dude.

- man it's so weird to see this version of the wraith ships, they're so much more techy than fleshy

- ok so ep 9 "Home", always confused me for one reason, Simon and Elizabeth. They mention him like once after his first appearance I think with absolutely zero follow up. He's such a weird like Checkovs gun fuck up (I think I'm using that right, he's like the opposite of "if you mention a gun it should eventually go off"). His relationship with Weir is never flushed out further and it's all so weird.

- something I really like about the episode is how right off the bat there's hints that something is wrong after they believed they dialed earth. Like, when Weir comes through the gate into the SGC she's alone, but in the briefing room suddenly McKay is with her. Of course things only get more confusing from there once we see Sheppard there etc etc.

- can we all agree they did Teyla so damn dirty with her hair rn

- ep 10 THE STORM OMFG. I am SO excited for this episode dude let's goooooooo

- THE DRAMAAAA, god the scene is set so perfectly, the coming storm, the danger, the empty city, GAH such a good setting for what's to come

- the fucking bacon convo between the two guards PFFFFT, I love it so much dude

- Rodney slickly leaning on the intercom to alert Sheppard is just so good. I love those two SO MUCH dude. Those two can do fuckin anythinggggg.

- Sheppard yelling at Kolya over the walkie in the wind with the waves crashing, god he's such a badass and everyone fucking KNOWS ITTTT

- I FORGOT IT WAS A 2 PARTER. I'm even more excited about The Eye, shit is about to get REAL.

- Rodney standing between Kolya with the gun and Elizabeth, I love that man dude.

- "Oh would you look at this?! That is just never gonna be useful again!" - Rodney McKay, being dramatic as per usual and I love it

- John sheppard literally in the rafters waiting for the Genni FOOLS who thought they could take him. Bro really saw those life signs disappear and whimpered "report...". He knew true feat that day.

- McKay's sign "REALLY REALLY DANGEROUS, DO NOT TOUCH.". Sheppard 👀... imma touch it

- the way weir grabs Kolya as he presses Rodney against the railing, heavily contemplating throwing him over. She couldn't possibly stop him, but the way she tries and runs to grab him after he's released, so wholesome dude.

- "are you telling me to shut up again?" "Again."

- "turn. around." "You turn around" "what?" "Well if I have to turn around, you should turn around." Sassiest mf alive.

- Bro the final grounding station being sperated and everyone all at once realizing there is only one place to go, the control room. Everyone in the same place, the culmination of the entire ordeal. Have I mentioned how fucking AWESOME the sound track is for this show??? Because DAMN.

- ok Sora pisses me off, but the hallway scene with her and Teyla where she comes at her. Dude the emotion and reckless abandon she has confronting her, it's so good. Plus Tesla's entire lack of fear, she knows she can take this girl down in a heartbeat and she will if she has to, but she doesn't and god that's so badass.

- "you said this would work!" "I DON'T KNOW IF YOU'VE NOTICED BUT I'M AN EXTREMELY AREOGANT MAN WHO BELIEVES ALL HIS PLANS WILL WORK"

- "I'm not aiming at her" fucking shoots the dude dead on, SUCH A BADASS DUDE.

- the lightning through the halls, the apocalyptic size wave heading for the city, AHHHH (wave is a lil janky looking but still dope)

- "nice work Rodney" "did you ever doubt me?" "Yes, several times"

- man the ancient weapons platform satellite was introduced a lot sooner than I thought! Now I'm sad because I remember that part.

- this episode (12) is both awesome and like, depressing af. Seeing Sheppard go one on one with this wraith who's been trapped on a planet alone thinking only of eating and escaping is so intense. Not to mention the wraith that's just eaten the two scientists he was supposed to protect. I also absolutely love Ridney wanting to go out and help Sheppard despite his background as a scientist and general phobia of... everything combat related. Also can I just say that this episode is HELLA FORESHADOWING (intentional or not) for S5 E19 - Vegas??

- oh hey, it's the bugs from that one SG-1 episode with Cadet Hayley.

- bro Sheppard realizing there could still be a Wraith on board

- the fact that this Wraith was also one who was actively part of the war with the ancients and his last interaction was that of combat, bro is out for bloooood

- watching Sheppard shake tf outta the bandage trying to unravel it only to still slap it on on top of the strap at first. How are we supposed to believe this mf actually tied that onto himself XD (jk John is amazing he can do anything obviously)

- almost blows himself up 2 seconds later

- there's gonna be a post where I talk about the wraith extensively but I have to say that I just love how multidimensional they are. Like the ones without masks aren't just soldiers or mindless drones for their queen, they're smart. Like this wraith is just boping away in the controls of the lantian ship, activating the forecfield, figuring out how to use a human gun. It's horrifying in such a cool way! A monster that gives even adults nightmares that is smart dude, that's so dope.

- I don't think people talk about Rodney witnessing Dr. Gall's death in this episode. I mean that's gotta have fucked him up dude. You can see it in his face afterwards. Then he has to go from that to confronting a wraith that's trying to kill Sheppard and he does. No hesitation he goes out there and opens fire dude.

- ooooo episode 13, the death by fear shit

- I love seeing Rodney in a leadership position. Is he an ass? Yes, but he is genuinely a fantastic leader. I don't think he should run Atlantis or anything, but he's fantastic in a second in command type deal and I love seeing it.

- dude Peterson is THE WORST dude. He's 10000% the mf in a zombie movie who hides a bite. Like I get you're scared but you're endangering literally everyone else.

- seeing the city quarenteen on its own once Peterson gets out of the damaged sensor area is so cool. I know it's all coding and stuff but man do they have a fantastic way of making the city feel alive.

- I don't understand how the red hazmat suits Sheppard and Teyla put on do anything. They're not sealed, like the hood is just kinda slapped on there. Carson's teams suits look sealed but theirs? Idk I wouldn't trust that

- ugh I really do not.like episode 14 y'all. There is literally zero chemistry between the ancient lady and John, it is so forced it's PAINFUL. Also another prime example of how the ancients are massively pompous self important dickheads that caused almost every single massive problem we see in stargate istg. Wraith? Their fault, replicators? Their fault and thus the annihilation of the asgard, their fault. Anubis? ALSO THEIR FAULT. Also probably like a lot more that we don't even know about cuz those fuckers have been meddling with the universe for a long ass time before getting wiped out.

- bro Sheppard believing this random ass person over RODNEY, will never not piss me off. This man has been there for you no matter what and you're not even gonna give him the benefit of the doubt that something is up with this complete stranger??? HE'S ABSLUTELY RIGHT ABOUT HER TOO OFC.

- the way Rodney starts walking towards Sheppard as he runs off to get a jumper. He wanted to go with him so bad 😭

- ok there's gonna be a rant in another post about the ancients rn, I'll put the link here

- "ah, that's what I thought, freezer burn." ABSKDJSKA RODNEY

- 1 x 15 is a pretty meh episode to me overall, but "that's not what happened, not the first time" and the whole flooding scene are pretty damn awesome

- the way I would immediately cry if I got there and realized we were fucking underwater dude, hell no. Then when the flooding started??? I'd have a heart attack before I drowned.

- Rodney staying behind, working until the end, duuuuude 😭

- the fact that Weir chooses the jar Sheppard gave her for her birthday to put her ashes in...

- ep 16 man, the one off insinuation of romance with McKay and the archeologist woman is so weird first of all. Sheppard seems to be the only one who agrees with that (jealous?)

- the other woman with them who rats em out to Kolya, UGH. DUDE.

- Sheppard not wanting to let McKay go alone with Kolya, so cute

- bro poor Carson being tasked to dog fight a damn wraith dart 😭 he's a nervous wreck in the best of days dude

- my question is, how does no one notice the piece that's hiding the last stone in the map? It's clearly a slot, like, come on now.

- Sheppard and Rodney getting side tracked about the Mensa thing, TWICE 😂

- they way Rodney looks to Sheppard after hearing the news of the wraith dark and loss of a jumper and crew. Teyla doesn't, no one else, we're shown Rodney looking to him.

- ok ep 17 is the whole preparing for the hive ships thing, this is leading up to 2 of my absolute favorite episodes (siege 1 and 2)

- they finally fixed Teyla's hair!

- duuuuude, seeing the hive ships for the first time, not to mention the cruisers with them, WOAH. The sheer size and quantity of them.

- watching Ford's video tape knowing what's about to happen in Siege pt 2... ouch.

- Carson losing it trying to tell his mom he misses her 😭 I love that man

- Teyla and Sheppard clashing over their ideals due to their background is so good. I love that they show their different viewpoints, never really pushing for one being right or wrong. Then for them to both have to sit and watch the culling happen before their eyes, a mutual, horrible feeling of helplessness.

- "you didn't say anything that would require security clearance did you?" "Security clearance?" 😂

- Rodney's entire video tape

- Dr. Weir's recordings to inform the families of deceased expedition members 😭

- UGH, KAVANAGH.

- The final snippets of video ahhhhhhhhhh

- SAM

- bro ep 18 is STRESSFUL AF. The revelation about the source of Tesla's powers, the conflict with her and Bates, finding out there's been a god damn WRAITH in the city THE ENTIRE TIME since the dart showed up.

- I know it's a really short scene, but Teyla and Sheppard sparring is still a favorite. It just shows once again how much they truly view eachother as equals, far too often are female teammates viewed as less, weaker, in need of protection. Not these two though, they don't hold back with eachother, they know that the other can take it and they continue to push eachother to be better. I love them so much. Not to mention how much they value the thoughts and opinions of the other.

- Rodney and Teyla running into eachother at Dr. Heightmeyer's office and him immediately making up a ridiculous excuse is so so Rodney.

- Ford making fun of Rodney making a tiny dick joke about him only to be SHUT TF DOWN by Sheppard is so funny

- Teyla being confronted with a fact she's been running from her whole life is so heartbreaking. She's connected to the Wraith, the species who has terrorized and killed her people and countless others throughout the galaxy for thousands and thousands of years.

- getting pretty much confirmation that the wraith created the damn wraith, angerrrrrr

- ok rq, Weir just said that according to the data from the lab, Wraith don't seem to be able to read the minds of humans even though they have a telepathic network, but they can on some level. We saw it in episode 2 when Colonel Sumner is being interrogated by the Wraith. Not only did she kinda read his mind, but she got so inside his head she was able to force him to kneel just using her mind! Maybe this is just cuz she's a queen (it's mentioned in that underwater power rig episode queens are significantly more powerful mentally than other wraith.), but still, it is entirely within their ability to read and influence human minds on some level. Even without the experimental stuff done to Teyla's ancestors.

- what's with everyone getting sedated in these shows

- UGH. BATES MY GUY STOOOOOP.

- I totally get that the Ancients are basically gods to the people of the pegasus galaxy, but Halling expecting the people of Atlantis to risk letting the Wraith get to the Milkyway out of faith? Faith that people who abandoned their galaxy over 10,000 years ago leaving the inhabitants alone to be repeatedly harvested and tormented by creatures they created? After all of that, all the horrors he's seen, the people he's lost and he wants them to risk letting it happen to a whole other galaxy because the Ancients might have a plan??? BRO.

- R "Oh yeah. Yeah that's permanent back damage." Peter "Sorry, I assumed it would come on more slowly." R "Well you assumed with my life." (He's so sassy I love it)

- I love the satellite trio so much, I wish we could've gotten more before... sadness. Also, how TF did Miller snap the pencil that easily???

- PETER NOOOOOO 😭 the way that they say they'll see eachother after the fight is so devastating dude, they're saying it for eachother but they both know he's not making it out of there alive and it breaks. my. heart.

- god, watching the first wraith ship be destroyed, everyone filled with joy and hope that maybe, just maybe they can win this fight. Then the wraith ships start to turn and Peter can't get the satellite back online and they all know exactly what's about to happen. Rodney tries to come back for him anyway but it's too late, it was always going to be too late but it doesn't make watching the satellite be destroyed any less devastating. Not only have they lost the satellite, their only hope, but their friend was on board when it happened and that, that is what kills their hope in that moment.

- new colonel guy irritated the fuck outta me right off the bat. Bro thinks after reading their message and mission reports that he has ANY idea what they're up against and it's bonkers.

- AHHH, the way Sheppard stands with Weir against the Colonel guy cutting her out, I love that man.

- I've been pausing this episode like a billion times because I have so much to write about it, help.

- the fact that Sheppard warns them they should keep some of the proximity warheads in reserve and he doesn't listen... AUGH. He is sooooo gonna regret that later.

- Carson and Rodney bickering will never stop being hilarious

- even tied up, blindfolded, and alone in a Genii facility, Elizabeth stands her ground like a damn badass.

- "yeah well we're building nuclear bombs here, staying awake is a prerequisite." "Snappy." PFFFFT

- poor Rodney man, dude already doesn't sleep enough, but now he's been awake for days already and still running around being the only reason any of these plans have a chance in hell. He needs a nap and a snack asap.

- "So long Rodney" you could write this off as Rodney being the person who happened to be in the room when he decided to man the jumper manually, but I think we all know that's not the case. He's run off in silence without so much of a word to anyone more times than I can count, but Rodney, he has to say goodbye, even if it's a crappy one.

- "You let Sheppard fly that jumper?" God he is so heart broken in this moment, he never had the chance to stop him but Elizabeth, she has the opportunity and she didn't. I don't think he ever could've truly forgiven her for that if he'd died.

- GOD DAMN I FORGOT THIS WAS A 3 PARTER.

- Rodney dropping the clip PFFFFFT

- Ford... his storyline makes me so sad, especially in this episode. The character we love so dearly, this boy who has seen war and conflict and violence and is still so full of joy and love loses himself before our very eyes. Before the eyes of his friends and there's nothing they can do to stop it.

- THE MUSHROOM CLOUD GOD DAMN

- "why are you whispering?" "I dont know, just seemed like the right thing to do."

- god the siege episodes are so good, if you wanna hear about my ramblings in more detail I'll link that post once it's made here.

- this is getting long af so each season will have it's own post

Season 2