#i picked something else but I do all of the above

[chukys-mouthguard]

bed chem

how you talk so sweet when you’re doing bad things

1.4K words

featuring -> matt rempe x female reader

genre -> fluff, smut; 18+ minors DNI - mature themes

-> short n’ sweet masterlist

Watching from across the room, you couldn’t help but keep your eyes locked on Matt. Sure, part of that was because he was hard to miss. His giant frame caught everyone’s eye. But it was mostly because you couldn’t shake the thoughts you’d had about him all week long leading up to this night.

The two of you had briefly met a few weeks back, not having much time to talk but exchanging numbers anyways as you had hit it off well. Those text messages went from friendly to flirty, and next thing you knew you were getting shirtless snapchats from Matt that had your mind racing with thoughts that were anything but innocent.

And sure, you’d partaken in sending back some snaps of your own. Just enough to get his mind racing, make him want more. And that he did, both of you did.

Sipping from your solo cup you watched as Matt crossed his arms as he spoke to a group of friends. The way his biceps flexed at the motion, his shirt tightening them as he threw his head back laughing. His smile could make any girl melt, as his thick Canadian accent could be heard above the crowd and the music.

He’d shook his head at something one of the guys said before his eyes finally landed on you. His smirk changed to one that was a bit cocky, as he slightly bit his lip, eyeing you. Excusing himself from the group, Matt slowly made his way through the crowd before he found himself practically chest to chest with you as there wasn’t much room in the kitchen to have a decent conversation.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

Biting your lip you pulled your cup back to your mouth as you took a sip, eyeing him from behind the plastic rim as he was practically undressing you right there with his eyes.

“Having fun?”

“Watching you all night? Absolutely.”

Both of you chuckled as you checked your cup, slightly frowning as you noticed you were all out. Matt took your cup from you, picking up on the situation as he set it down on the counter before taking your hand in his.

“Umm where are we going?”

You questioned but continued on with him, following as he pulled you down the hallway then upstairs.

“You looked thirsty, so I’m gonna help you out.”

Matt winked at you as he led you to an extra bathroom tucked away at the back of the house. Looking over your shoulder you checked to be sure no one saw the two of you, though you were sure this bathroom was not a first or even second choice for partygoers.

“Oh yeah? How you gonna do that Rempe?”

His cocky grin reappeared on his lips as he shut the door behind you, earning a gasp from you as he quickly lifted you up to sit you on the counter.

“Gonna give you what you’ve been thinking about all night.”

His words were firm but his voice was the opposite, the way he could still sound so sweet and innocent while his hands were making their way underneath your shirt. Goosebumps covering your skin as his touch was cold against you, a smirk on his lips as he felt you shiver beneath him.

“No need to be nervous, I don’t bite. Unless you’re into that kind of thing.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his comment, no matter the moment Matt would find a way to crack a joke. Always.

“Matthew, can you ever be serious?”

“Of course…I’m serious when I say I wanna bend you over this counter.”

A cocky smirk made its way across his lips before he grabbed your face, pulling your lips to meet his in a sloppy kiss. Something that the two of you had easily been thinking about all night. The way your tongues clashed as you fought for dominance, your hands tangled in his hair while Matt’s fell to your waist. Quickly pulling your shirt from your frame as he eyed the blue lace bra you’d opted for. Hoping it would get seen by anyone other than yourself, but only wanting Matt to be that “anyone else”.

“You were hoping for this weren’t you? Choosing that bra?”

Matt chuckled as lips found your again, a hand dropping to cup your breast as he could finally take advantage of not being stuck staring at them from his phone screen. The color bra being the one he made known was his favorite from the occasional risqu�� photos you’d send his way. Obviously making it the only choice to wear for tonight.

“I think you might’ve mentioned liking it..”

Your voice trailed off breathless as Matt’s attention moved to your neck, leaving a trail of soft bites followed by kisses and licks to soothe the skin.

“Like it? I fucking love it.”

His words were laced with his thick Canadian accent, something you’d noticed came out the more excited he’d become. Arching your back into his touch you subconsciously found his crotch pressing against you, his jeans now tighter than before as he had clearly been enjoying the moment.

“Did you put on the matching thong for me too baby girl?”

Your arms wrapped around his neck as he lifted you from the counter, pulling down your jeans in one quick motion to reveal that you did in fact match your panties to the bra. Matt’s eyes filled with desire as he looked down at you, his hand tracing your curves and playing with the lace of the thong as it sat high on your hip.

“So fucking beautiful.”

He pulled you in for one last kiss before turning you around to face the mirror, a cocky grin on his face as he caught you staring while he discarded his jeans, then tossed his tshirt to the side. Your eyes trailing every muscle of his as you watched him, his fingers gripping your ass before pulling the string of your thong to the side. Teasing you ever so slightly as they slid up your slit to feel how wet you’d gotten for him.

“Mmm, glad to see you’re enjoying this.”

Part of you wanted to tell to cut the shit and fuck you already, but you had to admit you liked the way he admired your body. The way he was still sweet and charming while having you bent over the bathroom counter at a party.

He soon replaced his fingers with his cock, sliding it up and down your folds as the two of you moaned in unison. Each taking a deep breath as he slowly thrust himself inside you, his grip firm on your hips as he cursed at how tight you were.

“Holy shit.”

“I could say the same for you.”

You shot him a wink in the mirror as you held the counter, catching your breath as you adjusted to his size before urging him to continue.

His thrusts had picked up their pace with your go ahead, the sounds of sex filling the bathroom as you tried to contain your moans. The two you almost in perfect rhythm as you did your best to meet his thrusts as you pushed back against him, only causing a slew of expletives to pour from Matt.

“Fuck you feel so good baby. Come ride me.”

Matt pulled himself from you, immediately grabbed your chin to pull you in for a kiss, the two of you chuckling at the other as you fought for dominance.

Matt scanned the bathroom, realizing it wasn’t the ideal place for the position he was trying for. Settling for sitting on the edge of the bathtub in hopes that you two could make it work.

“You’re kidding?”

“Come on, I’ll help you out, don't worry.”

His voice was slightly whiny as he reached for your hand and pulled into him, a hand smacking your ass before helping to guide your thigh over his lap. Then following suit with the other.

“Matt, this is gonna hurt, my knees on a fucking bathtub?”

He threw his head back in defeat as he sighed, realizing you were right.

“Fuck…you’re right. Did you drive here?”

He looked up at you with a devilish grin as you nodded, slightly confused at the question.

“Yes, but I’ve been drinking. We both have, neither one of us can drive.”

Matt quickly gathered up his clothes, helping you to find yours as he shook his head.

“Who said anything about driving? Would the front seat or the back seat be more comfortable for you baby?”

[darlingkikki]

omg, late to your ghoap post but au where you’re just crying asking if johnny doesn’t love you or take the relationship seriously because he kissed someone else while ghost is sitting there waiting for his kiss. thinks you’re so pretty hiccuping and crying but damn he wants that kiss already

Warnings: Manipulative Ghost, bitch boy Johnny (lmao but seriously), dubcon (mostly for the illusion of choice but the kiss is consensual)

Dividers by @/saradika-graphics

I am in a writing funk but I forced myself to at least explore more of this because I so badly want to but my brain is mush :( (not edited so just focus on the vibes)

initial post linked here

Something dark and insatiable claws at the inside of Ghost’s skull. To repress it, his blunt nails bite into his palms. He watches Johnny’s hands cup your crestfallen face, his expression knotted with the heaviness of remorse. Above the sound of your hiccuping questions, he can just about pick up Johnny’s attempts to soothe your broken heart. 

“Course I love yeh. That hasn’t changed.” 

“Nah, dinnae say that. I did a dumb thing. I’m always doing dumb things. It’s nothin’ to do with yeh.”

“I pushed them away, just not quick enough. I didnae do anything more, I promise.” 

He’s unyielding in holding your gaze. His thumbs trace gentle, methodical circles on your cheeks, wiping away the moisture under your eyes. Selfishly, cruelly, Simon wishes you would stop sobbing already so he can take over. Johnny promised him a kiss from you, so a kiss is what he’ll be leaving with.

You seem to be a gentle, sweet thing so far, even with a pouty frown pulling the corners of your lips downwards. Sensitive too. (What other parts of you share that same description?). A few tears evade Johnny’s thumbs. They roll down the swell of your cheeks. Ghost licks his lips, imagining his tongue following the wet trails down to the collar of your shirt.

Fuck, he needs this kiss bad.

If Johnny is desperate enough for your forgiveness, maybe he can push this further with you. Convince him that a kiss isn’t enough. That you deserve—no, need something more. Johnny will be easy to sway. You, however, he’s still figuring out as Johnny calms you into soft sniffles. 

“There you go, now yer ready to meet my Lt.,” Johnny coos. He steps around you, putting his hands on either side of your face and angling you to look where Ghost has been standing this entire time. “Go on, give me hell Ghost.” 

Fucking finally. Ghost doesn’t respond. He can’t. Not when the sight of you has him sucking in a sharp breath. 

Christ, what a sight you are.

His body moves, driven by greed when you stare at him all confused and teary-eyed. His favorite combination.

“Good finally meetin’ you,” Ghost says. His footsteps are heavy against the wooden floor. He hasn’t even taken his boots off.

Johnny’s fingers tighten to keep you looking straight at Ghost. Like a puppeteer, though it’s clear who has the ultimate hold on the strings. 

“Why is he here?” You ask, trying and failing to turn your head towards Johnny. Nope, not yet. It’s Ghost’s turn now and Johnny bows out of the equation.

Their positions have switched seamlessly, like dancers performing around your body. Or soldiers following a meticulous plan only they are privy to. The smell of alcohol leaves your nostrils, replaced by mint and heady tobacco. It's sense whiplash and your confusion makes for an excellent distraction from your heartache. A distraction Ghost can use to worm his way in.

“I’m here to make it better,” Simon answers after a beat. His eyes are devilishly dark, indistinguishable from a starless night sky. Inky like pools of tar. He says your name with the familiarity of a lover. An undeniable hunger laces his voice and a shudder slithers down your spine. 

Oh yes, he thinks, smirking like a starving lion, you won’t need much convincing. Your reaction speaks volumes. Without waiting for your reply, he continues, “Your boyfriend's hurt you, yeah? You shouldn’t let him get away with it.”

He’s right, you know that. To forgive Johnny would only lead to a forever-repeating cycle of tears and heartache. But what choice did you have now? 

The luxury of choosing for yourself is a privilege these men have taken for themselves. 

Ghost leans in until his lips are just a hair’s breadth away. He’s dangling a carrot in front of your face—the answer to all your pain. 

Johnny's grip on your head loosens. Without it, you'd have forgotten entirely that he was still here, acting as the hard place Ghost urges you towards with a coaxing grasp on your hips, leaving you in his cage and Johnny a willful voyeur. 

He’s tied your neurons in knots, effectively cutting off any chance you have at making a less rash decision. He’s infiltrated your senses and made you his prey. No one could fault you for believing him when he tells you he’ll make it better. Let the warmth of his mouth be a band-aid for your pain and a knife in Johnny’s chest.

"Let me fix it," Ghost whispers, just before his lips are about to claim yours.

It's not a question.

[i2rizz]

Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High?

Fandom: Blue Lock

Characters: Nagi x reader

Based on the song of Arctic monkeys🤭

Angst i guess?

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The phone buzzed on your nightstand for the third time in a row. You stared at the screen, the light illuminating your dark room as Nagi’s name flashed across the display. A sigh escaped your lips. You didn’t even need to pick up to know where this was going.

You swiped to answer anyway.

“...Hey,” his voice came through, slightly slurred, dragging the word out like he had all the time in the world.

“Nagi,” you started, already weary. “What time is it?”

A faint chuckle. “Uh, I dunno. Late?”

“It's 2 a.m.,” you clarified, rubbing your temples.

“Yeah, so? You’re awake,” he said lazily, as if that was a perfectly valid excuse for waking you.

You heard the familiar noise of background chatter and the bass of some party music, muffled but ever-present. Nagi must’ve stepped out for some air—or, more likely, to make this call.

“What do you want?” you asked, trying to sound indifferent, though a twinge of irritation bled through.

“Just wanted to hear your voice.” His tone was nonchalant, but you knew better.

“Are you drunk?”

“Maybe,” he admitted with a low laugh. “Does it matter?”

Yes. It mattered a lot.

This wasn’t the first time this had happened. The calls always came late at night, right when you were starting to feel okay about the distance that had grown between you two. Nagi was someone you once thought you understood completely—a quiet, laid-back guy who didn’t seem to need much from the world. But lately, he’d become a ghost of himself during the day and a restless spirit at night, always reaching out to you when he wasn’t sober enough to hold back.

“I’m not doing this again, Nagi,” you said, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Doing what?”

“This—whatever this is. You call me at ungodly hours, barely coherent, and expect me to just... what? Wait for you?”

He was silent for a beat, the sound of the distant party filling the gap.

“Dunno,” he said finally. “I just—everything’s loud here. You’re not.”

It wasn’t a compliment; it was an excuse.

“Do you even realize how unfair this is?” you continued, feeling a knot of frustration and sadness build in your chest. “You ignore me all day, but when you’re high, I’m suddenly worth your time?”

“I’m not ignoring you,” he mumbled, but the words were weak, lacking conviction.

“You could’ve fooled me,” you said, voice cracking slightly despite your efforts to stay calm.

There was another pause. You could hear him shifting, maybe leaning against a wall or the side of a car.

“...I’m sorry,” he said quietly, and for the first time, it sounded genuine.

But it wasn’t enough.

“Nagi, you can’t keep doing this. Calling me in the middle of the night doesn’t fix anything. It just hurts more.”

“I don’t know what else to do,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

The vulnerability in his tone made your resolve falter. You hated how much you still cared, how much you wanted to believe there was something salvageable in whatever was left between you two.

“Why do you even call me?” you asked softly, more for yourself than for him.

“Because you’re the only one who gets me,” he said without hesitation. “Everyone else... it’s just noise.”

You closed your eyes, letting his words sink in. It wasn’t the first time he’d said something like this, but tonight, it hit differently. Maybe because you wanted to believe it was true.

“Then why don’t you talk to me during the day? When you’re sober?”

“I don’t know how,” he admitted. “I suck at... everything, really.”

A bitter laugh escaped you. “You don’t suck at soccer.”

“Yeah, well. That’s the only thing I’m good at.”

The conversation drifted into silence, heavy with unspoken emotions. Part of you wanted to hang up, to finally put an end to this exhausting cycle. But another part of you—the part that still cared too much—couldn’t bring yourself to let go.

“Nagi,” you said finally, voice softer now. “I can’t keep being your escape. I need more than this. We both do.”

He didn’t respond right away, and for a moment, you thought he might’ve hung up. But then he spoke, his voice so quiet you almost didn’t hear it.

“I don’t wanna lose you.”

The words hung in the air like a fragile promise, one that you weren’t sure he could keep.

“You already have,” you said, tears stinging your eyes as you ended the call.

The phone sat silent on your nightstand, no longer buzzing with calls or texts. You stared at it for a while, wondering if he’d try again. But deep down, you knew this was the end of the line—at least for now.

Nagi might’ve needed you, but you needed someone who could show up when it mattered most.

And tonight, you chose yourself.

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It wasnt smth big yet i still feel bad☹️

[lilybug-02]

My two cents about not recommending catching spiders with your hands - yes I know this wasn't asked for but I just wanna infodump I guess? dshgfljs

Anyway I think it kind of depends where you are, like some countries have little to no spiders that are venomous enough to harm humans, but I heard that Australia has such an abundance of them - so much that they had to stop an episode of Peppa Pig from airing, because it taught kids that spiders won't hurt you. (Look it up it's real)

Other than that I guess picking them up would stress them out a lot! And also we can't really control our force when holding something so small and that puts the spider at bigger risk of injury... etc.

I usually do end up taking them outside with my bare hands because I don't have a cup and/or piece of paper at hand, but I've been restraining myself from touching them just because. (They're very soft)

Hope this wasn't too annoying ^^;;

I never expected to get such interest in whether or not it is a good idea to pick up wild spiders with your hands. But it is such a day ig.

Basically all what you said above. The internet agrees and says it's generally better to not pick wild spiders up as they may become hostile (i.e. bite you) and also that spiders have fragile bodies, making it easy for you to hurt them accidentally. If you are transporting them else-where, it is best to just use a cup and paper. But you can do whatever you want, i'm not your mom.

[r-eatyourfriends-n]

SMOKED | l.hs 이희승 | Collide pt. 2

bestfriend!heesung x bestfriend!reader

READ PT 1 HERE.

warnings: smut (mdni), pwp (plot's there if you look hard enough), unprotected sex, overstimulation (sort of?), no use of "y/n", light switch!dynamics from both reader and heesung, car sex, unsafe driving lowkey, dryhumping, minor argument, heesung is down bad honestly.

wc: 3.8k

synopsis: days have passed after your first hook up with Heesung, though neither of you have said anything about it. Instead, you continue your search for a good one night stand somewhere else, but your mind and body know where you should be.

a/n: wow! the moral obligation I had to finish this before posting anything else was crazy, but after a huge block it's finally here. If you think this is better than pt1 it's because it is, but it's also because it has been approved by the one and only @molloygendered !!!!! my bestfriend and editor. he wanted to review this again before posting it but I'm a kid on sugar so I held him at gunpoint to approve this. any feedback is appreciated !!! hope you enjoy.

4 unread messages.

sorry to bother u so late

can u pick m up? pls

[Address]

idk if ure awake sorry

Heesung's screen lit up on his desk, breaking his focus from the heated game in front of him. He unlocked his phone, the other hand still gripping the controller tightly. His eyes moved quickly from the texts popping up and then back to the screen, which nearly got him killed. 

The team won eventually, but just barely. Heesung logged out as soon as it was over. He spent the whole time wanting to check his phone.

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing?”Jake yelled at him through the call. “We almost lost."

“My bad. Gotta go,” he said in a monotone voice, showing no remorse as he hung up the call despite Jake's groans.

He looked back down at his phone and texted back a short "omw" before getting up from his chair, stretching his arms. His bones cracked, so loud it made him wince at the sound.

With quick steps, he changed into something a bit more decent, just a plain white t-shirt on top of his cargo pants, which had been slowly losing their black tone after each wash. The chains on his thick belt dangled as he walked out of his room and began to head out of his apartment, taking his keys from the cat-shaped key holder you had put on his wall. He had been surprised the first time he hung his keys and a white cat popped up. It was supposed to be a prank, but Heesung never found it in him to take it off despite the fact that it didn't match with the overall vibe of his room one bit. The kitten disappeared inside the box as he left.

The distance to your location was short, or perhaps Heesung was driving a little too fast. Either way, he arrived about fifteen minutes after telling you that he was on his way to pick you up. He parked in front of a small, black gate which led to some stairs. The complex seemed fairly little, but somewhat cozy, with small balconies filled with pots and all kinds of houseplants. Although it was past midnight and dark, he could still make out the colors of the flowers that were placed by the edges of the windows, leaves moving along with the wind.

Leaving the car on, he hopped out, leaning back against  the driver's door to wait for you. Admittedly, it was ill-intended. He hoped your date would see him and would be thrown off. 

The wait felt like eternity. When the door opened, your figure finally appeared in a white dress with black dots, just a bit above the knee. The cleavage allowed for the black choker to stand out, your name's initial dangling softly. Heesung had always wished it was an H instead.

You smiled at Heesung when you saw him, tilting your head in confusion because why was he out of the car? Heesung smiled back at you, a soft beam on his lips. Then looked to your side when a boy appeared next to you.

He eyed your guy up and down as he said goodbye to you. He was tall like you liked them, with flawlessly tan skin and a face that was nothing short of charming, with a sort of boyish appeal to him, and it was obvious why you had said yes to a date in the first place. Heesung swallowed hard, his own jealousy burning down his throat.

You didn't seem too enchanted by the guy, though, looking almost uncomfortable as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. You fake-giggled (at least, he thought you did) and grinned at him politely before making your way to Heesung. The guy appeared to be a little turned off by you getting picked up by another man, for he did not take his eyes off of Heesung as he walked to the passenger's seat to open the door for you, a gesture that you were used to. Before hopping back in, Heesung winked at him, a smug grin forming. After that, you two were off speeding down the road. He'll take the long way home, he decided.

“Thanks for picking me up,” you broke the silence after a few minutes of driving. “You didn't have to wait outside though, it's freezing.” 

"I was trying to scare him off,” Heesung chuckled, a half joke that managed to pass as just something playful, making you laugh and hit his arm.

“I don't think he liked that,” you said after your laugh subsided.

“I think it was you who didn't like him.” 

You went silent for a bit, sulking on your seat.

“So, how was it?” 

“I liked him,” you mumbled, biting your lip in thought. “It was good, yeah.”

“But?” Heesung inquired, raising an eyebrow.

“I guess I was hoping for something more... intense?”

Heesung turned his face, pretending to check something on the rearview mirror so that you wouldn't notice him biting his lip. He hoped you were referring to him, about the intimate moment you two had shared a few nights before, about the bite that was still decorating your shoulder so beautifully. A purple light enough to resemble a bruise; poor clumsy you, tripped and hit yourself with his mouth.

“Intense how?” he asked.

“To hell if I know,” you shrugged.

He furrowed his eyebrows, glancing your way quickly. 

“You clearly do know.” 

“I don't. If I did I would tell you, Hee,” you said, confused.

“Like how you told me you were off to see another douchebag?” Heesung spat. 

His words made you quickly turn your head. And although he wasn't looking at you, you knew he could feel your glare burning through his skin. The sudden change in attitude had been nothing short of baffling. He seemed to keep his eyes on the road to avoid your stare rather than for safety. You couldn't tell if bouncing his leg was anger, anxiety, both, or something entirely different.

“How do you know he was a douchebag?! I told you it was fine!” you whined.

“Did he even make you come?” he asked. 

You opened your mouth to fight back, but the only sound that came out was your breath hitching. It had been such a simple question, but it ignited the memories of your one time affair with him. The soft promises, the surpassed expectations, the sweet, sweet release. Your body began to tingle in the places where his hands had lingered, and you found yourself shuddering on the seat. Of course Heesung had asked that, while knowing your answer, too.

“Sex is not all about that.” you said finally, voice low with uncertainty. 

“Oh, so that's why you fuck every idiot with a mushroom cut.” Heesung mumbled.

“What the hell is your problem? You don't even know him!” your ears rang as your voice raised in pitch.

“Oh I know him; clerk job moron who thinks sticking it in is enough.”

You tried to ignore the fact that he was a receptionist at your esthetician’s clinic who you happened to make conversation with during a long wait. He had been bold enough to ask you to grab dinner and two days later you were kissing in the elevator of his one-bedroom apartment. 

That kiss had set your expectations through the roof, hoping that you had landed your perfect match. And it had been nice, sort of, but not like you had wished for, or had imagined. The way you had envisioned things and the way said things happened were complete opposites. Maybe it had been your fault for already having something in mind.

The conflict his words caused reflected in your face, a turmoil evident as you stumbled out your next words.

“I still don't understand why it bothers you so much. I know I'm sleeping with a bunch of idiots.” 

“You're hellbent on letting these assholes touch you.” he grunted.“ I can't stand it, I don't get it. It's pointless, it's…”

You were barely able to make out the words; he was just rambling, or so you concluded.

“How is that your problem?” you cut him off, bringing him back from his thoughts.

Only then, Heesung realized the slip up. Yes, you were right, and regardless of how close the two of you were, it was ultimately your call who you slept with, which bothered Heesung to no end. Why were you so against calling him again? Why didn't you ask to have sex again? Why did he finally have you, only for you to slip through his fingers? 

He hoped you hadn't caught onto it, but you knew him too well not to. Everything made sense after; his seemingly sudden offer, waiting for you outside of the car, this angry fit.

“I said, how's that your problem? What about it?” you pushed, in response to Heesung's answer, which had been silence.

“You can do so much better than that.” he finally said.

“So,” you smiled at him. “Think you can be my better?”

Heesung pulled the car over, so quickly your body flew towards the door, and he almost hit his chest with the steering wheel. His grip on it was tight, and he began panting. You thanked god about the empty, dark road, otherwise it could've ended in a nasty crash.

Both of your eyes meet, his pupils blown out with a hint of a gleam in them. There was hope, a tad bit of anger, and an undeniable desire. His hands were twitching, itching to touch you, and you didn't remember ever feeling so wanted.

Heesung's gaze slowly drifted to your lips, almost involuntarily. Your mouth fell open to breath, uneven and quick. The car was cold, but your temperature went up like a fever.

“Are you going to kiss me?” 

His gaze met yours once more. “Can I?”

You nodded. It was all he needed to pull you in, holding your face with both hands as gently but firmly as he could. Afraid, in a weird way, that you would disappear if he let go. That this was all a sick dream from his hungry mind and that he was soon to wake up alone, in bed, with you far away from his grasp.

Despite how much he wanted to keep it slow, the kiss was just plainly instinctual. It had started soft, as if he wanted it to last forever, which he did. Then it was relentless, like nothing was enough, with your faces pressed so tightly together that you almost felt you couldn't breathe properly. Heesung allowed you a few seconds of air before he was onto you again.

It was hard to keep up with him, but you managed, because this was what you wanted anyway. It was hard to tell if you would ever get to feel something like this again; the desperation, your blood pounding in your ears from the anticipation before he made the move, and your whole body shaking in excitement as if it had a memory of its own, and could recognize the touch. 

“Backseat,” you muttered between kisses. 

He heard you, loud and clear, he just couldn't stop himself. He wanted more. Heesung wanted to do so much with you, and to you, that he was unable to do anything at all. He couldn't bring himself to separate his mouth from yours despite needing the air, and his hands roamed mindlessly and only for the sake of getting a feel. The once deliberate and calculated Heesung was now a wreck in your hands, melting in the heat like a popsicle. Sweet.

But you really had to pull him off, otherwise you'd turn blue. Your nails scratched his scalp as you yanked him back, making him whimper in the process. The way he looked burned in your memory; eyes half-lidded, lips pink and swollen, parted, panting. Even with his eyes nearly closed, you could see his darkened eyes.

“I said backseat, Heesung,” you repeated, letting go of his hair. “Do you want to fuck me or not?” 

In every single position there was. Fingers, tongue, cock, he wanted to give you everything and more, so he scrambled to the backseat as you had ordered. 

This is who you were; demanding and controlling. That one time he manhandled you? Only that, a one time thing, now you wouldn't give in so easily. Not after the little jealousy number he pulled, at least. You weren't all that resilient yourself, but you would drag it as far as you could.

Heesung thought that he had chosen the worst type of clothing possible. Had he kept the sweatpants instead of changing into something else, then maybe the friction would've been more bearable. The rough material of his pants brushing against his cock made him groan whenever he slightly shifted. And when he finally found comfort, you seated yourself on his lap and grinded, hard. 

“Ohfuck,” he whined, his hands flying to your hips to find some leverage. His nails dug into your sides. “You're gonna— I'm not gonna last.” 

You grinded down again. And again, until you set your pace, ignoring his cries. The nails trying to claw at your skin drove you further despite the sting. As much as he tried to slow you down in the name of ‘lasting longer', he still thrusted his hips up to meet you halfway, though his eyes were tightly shut, and lips pressed in a straight line.

“Please, please baby, I don't wanna come yet, please.” 

“Did I just hear The Lee Heesung begging?” 

He looked up at you, teary eyed. His bangs were stuck to his forehead, as sweat had already begun to drip from his hair. That had been enough of an answer.

Yes, you had. It had been about the hottest thing you had ever heard as well. Usually confident Lee Heesung, always took the lead Lee Heesung, would rather die than humiliate himself Lee Heesung, whining and whimpering about coming too fast after some kissing and humping. That same Heesung that had been able to get not one, but three orgasms out of you before even getting close. It was a sight to see.

You stopped, and Heesung sighed in relief, although the calm didn't last long. As a smirk formed on your lips, his eyes grew panicked. 

“If you come, I'll leave this car,” you said, rolling your hips again.

“No, no, no, no, no,” he whimpered. He squeezed his eyes shut again, the shape of his fingers imprinting onto your skin. Back then, when the two of you first had sex, this was the reality of what Heesung felt, even when he did a good job at not letting himself seem so desperate. 

He'd be damned if he looked like a loser in front of you, or so he thought. Because now that your wet underwear was soaking his pants, he was a mess. A hard, pathetic mess, desperately trying not to burst in his jeans from having you on top of him.

You yourself didn't believe you could keep torturing him, only because you were also torturing yourself in the process. His hard length along with the rough fabric of his pants brushed against your clit in a way that sent jolts through your body. It was harsh and uncomfortable while still feeling good enough not to stop.

Heesung's hips twitched with a mind of their own, searching for release against his wishes. You halted, leaning your body back to unbuckle his belt. He groaned at the loss of contact though didn't complain any further, and instead helped you get rid of his restraintments quicker. His breath ghosted over your skin as he sighed in relief, which made you shudder. 

His fingers went down to tease you under your dress, rubbing over the wetness seeping through your panties, and even with the layer in between, he could feel his fingers dampen. Heesung continued until you were left whining and attempting to grind your hips harder onto his hand. Only then did you feel him push the fabric to the side, and the tip of his cock pressed against your cunt.

After Heesung had you the first time, he knew that he couldn't let you go. Days went by where he would still feel your lips against his; the skin of your thighs, hot and sweaty, burning his cheeks as you closed your legs around his head while you came on his tongue. Not one day went by where he didn't fantasize about pushing himself inside you, and in some dreams, he would just stay there. 

But nothing was able to prepare him for when it actually happened. He thought the desperate way in which you lowered yourself on his cock might be too much for you. In reality, it was almost too much for him, as it forced a deep moan from his throat.

It was a little painful, walls tightening and loosening around him to accommodate the quick stretch, though the sting was worth Heesung's debauched expression. You wondered why,despite the uncomfortable, small space, it felt so much better than the first time. Maybe it was how much both of you had seemed to crave it, or the car forcing even more proximity between you two, as the things you could do were limited. Regardless, you could feel your lower region sticky and warm with the slick that had, apparently, dripped out of you and spread around your thighs and ass. 

You could barely hear your over breathing over Heesung's heavy one. His hands massaged the skin of your waist where he held himself, mostly to ground himself to earth, or so you guessed, because he looked completely gone. His cheeks cherry red and his lips a peach pink, and you succumbed to the urge to kiss him. 

This time, it was slow and calculated. He took the time to feel the rest of you, from threading his fingers in your hair, to ghosting his fingers over your spine from under the dress. You didn't fall behind, though, raising his shirt as much as you could to run your nails over your stomach, stopping to feel his muscles tense beneath your hands as you began to move your hips.

“Slow, baby, please,” he breathed out, it came out way more high pitched than he intended to. 

As much as you wanted to keep messing with him, the world had seemed to fade away, leaving you two alone with the car and the small piece of road that you were parked in, and you didn't feel like breaking the moment just yet. You placed your hands on his shoulders for better stability, and rested your forehead on the crook of his neck.

Whispers of praises poured from his lips. You're beautiful, you're amazing, could stay here forever, and another handful that got lost between all the shit's and fuck’s that also came nonstop. He followed all of his words and phrases by kissing your neck, sometimes even biting. You might find a mark when you look in the mirror, but you cared little about that. Instead, you decided to leave a mark of your own, sucking and biting on the most visible place that you could think of. That's when he began to meet your movements, thrusting up messily in an attempt to pick up a pace. 

“Say you're—,” he gulped, interrupting himself. “You're mine.”

“Always have been,” you smiled against the light red bite mark. 

Your voice as you rode his cock kept driving him closer to the edge. Every moan and whine just made him go faster, having already been close to his orgasm from the grinding before. And as you grew tired, it felt as if he was regaining some form of control. Heesung smirked when you laid, practically limp, against him, allowing him to set the speed that he wanted. He remembered that he loved being in control as much as he had loved giving it to you.

“F-faster,” you pleaded lowly.

Heesung pouted, even when you couldn't see him. “No manners, sweetheart?” 

Most likely, you were about to pay a small price for threatening him to leave. 

You swallowed, so loud you were sure he had heard. “Please.” 

“What? I didn't hear you.” 

“Go faster, Hee, please!” you nearly yelled. It had been hard to get the words out after getting him where you wanted.

“There we go!” 

Were you being pushed down on his cock or was he pushing up into you? By this point, you weren't really sure. What you were certain about, though, was that he reached wherever you needed him to, and the squelching sounds were at its loudest.

“Was he good like me?” Heesung asked, grunting through his teeth. “Were you thinking about me while he fucked you?”

He wasn't expecting to get answers, and he didn't. You were too focused on the feeling of your body overheating from the inside out, and all of your muscles tensing. Your walls clamped around him involuntarily as pushed you closer to the orgasm that you had been chasing since the beginning of your date a few hours ago.

Heesung wanted you to finish first, he truly tried, but there was no way to stop the waves of pure pleasure that hit as he came, and the fact that he got to come inside of you just made it hit harder, and you had to help him ride out his climax because he really couldn't move, just kept himself there with his brows furrowed.

You were close as well, so you didn't really stop despite Heesung reaching his orgasm first. Even through his over sensitivity, he helped you reach your own high. He sneaked his hand between your bodies to rub messy circles on your clit. You kept it slow on him, but he went fast. 

It didn't take long for you after that. Feeling you on his cock as you orgasmed almost made him hard again, if it wasn't so late and you hadn't been going at it for what felt like forever—not that he was complaining—. He got to watch your face contort into pure pleasure, better than any daydreams.

Heesung pressed his forehead against yours, unable to do anything other than show you something, whatever that something was. It lingered in the air, in the way he looked at you through his teary gaze. He kissed you, slower than ever before.

Whatever was going through his mind was deeper than lust, you could feel it in the way his lips moved so softly against yours, holding your face with both hands. You wondered if he knew that you didn't plan on slipping away again.

[n3wstxd]

cis virgin 81 james x trans experienced dave and dave talks him through giving him head, fucking him, etc as the dom? 🙏🙏🙏🙏

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒/𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐄 - 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐲

warnings: loss of virginity, first time(s), vaginal fingering, pussy eating, p in v, topping from the bottom (kinda)

nsfw under the cut :)

Dave’s picked up the ability to sense whether people were experienced sexually, and James was a virgin if he’d ever seen one. The way he’d blush and avert his gaze when himself and Lars would talk about their sexual escapades just screamed that he’d never been with anyone ever.

So when James had eventually gotten comfortable enough to open up to the guitarist about his lack of sexual encounters, Dave was more than happy to help him out.

How the hell has James gone this long without a single hookup? He was not only cute, but he exuded a certain charm—one that had the power to turn Dave weak in the knees. And here James was, eighteen and a bloody virgin. It was such a waste of a lovely specimen like James, Dave thought.

Dave was already starting to form a plan of some sort to help James get some action for once in his life, and he was more than eager to get started. He had some great ideas in mind, and he was confident that they would work like a charm on a sweet, innocent boy like James.

The very next day, Dave wasted no time in putting his plan into action. He invited James over to his place, under the guise of helping him with a guitar lick he’d been struggling to master.

Once James had arrived, Dave pretended like he was going to help out with the guitar... But he didn’t. Instead, he steered the conversation towards a very different topic. He started asking James questions about his love life, wanting to get a better idea of what they were working with here.

He found out pretty quickly that James was pretty naive and lacked the experience that most guys at his age would have already had. 

He also sensed the younger boy’s nervousness and anxiousness whenever the subject of sex came up, which gave Dave plenty of opportunities to tease him.

Dave continued to poke fun at and flirt with James, watching the cute blush spread across his cheeks and the way his eyes would widen with every suggestive comment. Dave loved seeing the boy squirm; it was a power trip like no other.

Then, after a while, Dave decided to up the ante by casually mentioning the fact that he’d had quite a few partners. He talked about some of his past experiences and bragged a little, just to get a reaction out of James.

Then, after a while, Dave decided to up the ante by casually mentioning the fact that he’d had quite a few partners. He talked about some of his past experiences and bragged a little, just to get a reaction out of James.

Dave decided to push the envelope even more by bringing up some of the more explicit details of his past encounters. He could see the shock and surprise on James’s face, but there was also something else hiding behind those wide eyes of his.

Arousal. Dave could see it plain as day: the way James’s breaths would get heavier, the way his tongue would dart out to wet his lips, the way he’d try—and fail—to hide the tent in his jeans.

“So, what about you?”

James looked up, confusion and embarrassment written all over his face. “What…what do you mean?” He asked, his voice cracking a little.

Dave grinned, enjoying seeing the boy all flustered like this. “I mean, have you ever hooked up with anyone before?” He asked, his tone casual but with an undertone of tease.

James gulped, his cheeks turning crimson as he shook his head. “N-no, I haven’t,” the blonde mumbled. How cute.

Dave feigned surprise, pretending like this news was a shock to him. “Really? Never?” He asked, leaning in closer to the boy.

James’s face was now so red that he was almost glowing. “No, never,” He repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. Dave chuckled, loving the way the boy was reacting to him. “Oh, sweet, innocent James.” He teased, reaching out to pat his cheek. “You’ve been missing out, you know.”

Dave could feel the heat radiating off the boy’s skin as he touched his face. He let his hand linger a little longer than necessary, his fingers tracing the curve of James’s jawline.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong,” Dave continued, his voice low and sultry. “There’s nothing wrong with being inexperienced. In fact, I think its quite endearing...”

The guitarist inched closer to James’s ear, his breath warm against the sensitive skin. “But I can’t help but wonder what type of sounds you’d make if you actually knew what it was like to be touched by someone who knows what they’re doing.”

The boy’s eyes widened even further at Dave’s words, and he let out a small, needy whimper. Dave could practically feel the boy’s body heat increasing, the arousal radiating off of him in waves.

Dave smiled smugly, knowing that he had James completely under his spell. “You know, I could show you what I mean.”

James’s eyes widened, and his mouth opened and closed several times like a fish out of water. “Y…you would?” He finally managed to stutter out. Dave chuckled again and closed the distance between them, moving so that he was practically hovering over James now. “Of course I would, sweetheart,” he said, his voice dripping with honey.

He raised his hand and gently cupped James’s chin, making the boy look up at him. “I could teach you a few things.” He murmured, his eyes locked on the boy’s lips. James swallowed hard, his eyes flickering downwards as he stared at Dave’s mouth. 

He seemed torn between wanting to pull away and wanting to lean in closer. Dave could smell the heady mix of desire and uncertainty emanating off the boy, and it was driving him wild.

Dave leaned in even closer, his lips hovering mere inches away from James’s. He could see the younger boy’s breaths coming faster and more shallow, and he knew that he had him right where he wanted him.

But just as Dave was about to close the final gap between them and press his lips against James’, he pulled back, a wicked smile on his face. “But it’s up to you, of course,” he said, feigning innocence. “I won’t force you into anything you’re not ready for.”

James’s eyes snapped up to meet Dave’s, confusion and disappointment etched all over his face. “N-no, I… I want to,” he stuttered out, his voice shaky.

Dave raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on the corner of his mouth. “You sure about that, sweetheart?” The ginger purred, enjoying the way James was practically pleading with those beautiful round blue eyes of his.

James nodded keenly, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “I’m sure,” he says oh so eagerly, a hint of desperation in his voice, eyes shining with yearning. “Please, Dave.”

The older man grins, moving to push James back against the couch and settling on his lap. Hazel eyes scan James’ face watchfully. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” he whispered, his hand going to the back of the boy’s neck and pulling him closer.

The moment their lips met, Dave could feel the spark of electricity shoot through his body. James’s lips were soft and pliant, molding perfectly against his own. Dave couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, his tongue licking at the boy’s bottom lip, seeking entrance into his mouth.

James responded fervently, his hands coming up to clutch at Dave’s shirt as he opened his mouth, allowing Dave’s tongue to slip inside. Dave deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring the sweet heat of James’s mouth, and he could feel the boy shivering in his lap.

James seemed surprised at first, but he quickly got over his surprise and returned the kiss with a fervor that surprised even Dave. The boy’s hands flew up to Dave’s chest, grabbing onto the fabric of his shirt and pulling him closer, letting out a quiet whimper as Dave deepened the kiss.

Dave smiled against James’s lips, his arms wrapping around the boy’s slender waist and pulling him tighter against him. He tilted his head slightly, changing the angle of the kiss and delving his tongue deeper into the warm, wet heat of the younger boy’s mouth.

He started slowly grinding his hips against James’ lap, eliciting a gasp from the boy. Dave could feel the boy’s own hardness forming against his thigh, and it sent a thrill through his body.

Dave knew he had the boy right where he wanted him—desperate and aching for more. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down James’s jawline and to his neck, nipping and sucking at the tender flesh.

James let out a soft moan, his hands gripping Dave’s shirt even tighter as the man attacked his neck with kisses and gentle bites. His hips rose involuntarily to grind up against Dave again, seeking more friction.

“I wanna fuck you..” James breathes, eyes lidded with desire, fingers hooking under the waistband of his jeans.

Dave’s breath catches in his throat as the words leave James’ mouth. There was something about the filthy words coming out of the boy’s pretty, innocent lips that just went straight to his own rapidly growing arousal.

“I know, sweetheart,” he purrs, his hands going to rest on the boy’s hips. “But I think we should move to a more comfortable place first, mmm?”

James nods, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath he takes. “Yeah,” he manages to get out, voice thick with need. Dave helps him up, and the blonde takes his hand to lead him down the hall.

Dave lets James lead him into his bedroom, closing the door behind them. He watches as the boy climbs onto the bed, sitting on his knees and looking up at Dave with wide, innocent eyes.

Dave joins him on the bed, moving to kneel in front of him. He reaches out to cup James’s cheek, his thumb brushing gently over the boy’s lower lip. “You’re so beautiful…now take your clothes off.”

James’s breath hitches at the command, a small shiver running down his spine. He complies, pulling his shirt over his head in one swift motion before fumbling with the button on his jeans.

Dave’s eyes roam over the newly exposed skin before him, taking in the boy’s lean, toned body. He whistles appreciatively, a smirk playing on his lips as he helps James undo his jeans and pushes the material out of the way.

James takes over and Dave moves to take his own clothes off. What the younger man finds strange is the lack of a bulge in the ginger’s boxers. But it all clicks in his head when he sees the two asymmetrical scars under his pecs, barely visible.

Dave catches the look on James’ face and grins, knowing that the boy has figured out his little secret. “Surprise,” he says, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Hope it’s not a dealbreaker, sweetheart.”

“O…oh,” James stutters out, his cheeks flushing bright red. He couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed for his assumption, but at the same time, he was intrigued. He’d never met a transgender person before, and Dave was still very attractive to him regardless.

Dave chuckles softly, seeing the boy’s genuine reaction. “Yeah, not what you were expecting, huh?” he said, his eyes watching the boy carefully. James merely gulps. “I couldn’t tell.” He admits shyly, his cheeks going peony pink.

He reaches out to take James’s hands, placing them on his chest. 

“You can touch me, you know,” he said, his voice low and sultry. “I don’t bite…unless you want me to.”James lets out a shaky breath, his hands moving on their own to explore the expanse of Dave’s chest. He let his fingertips trace over the scars first, gently touching them as if they were something fragile and precious.

Dave leaned into the touch, pleased at the feeling of the boy’s soft hands on his skin. He could see the look of curiosity and fascination in James’s eyes, and it made his heart skip a beat.

He let out a soft sigh as James’s hands continued to explore, moving lower and lower until they were resting on his hips. Dave leaned in closer to him, his eyes locked onto the boy’s. “Can I see it?” James misters up the courage to ask, looking up at Dave reverently.

Dave grins, amused by the boy’s innocent question. “See what, exactly?” he teases, knowing damn well what James was talking about.

He watches as the boy’s face flushes an even deeper shade of red, his gaze dropping down to the spot between Dave’s legs. Dave can feel the heat pooling in his core, and he resists the urge to grab the boy and pull him closer.

“Can I see your…pussy?” James asks finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “Please.”

Dave feels a shiver run down his spine at the boy’s bold question, his eyes darkening with desire. He can’t help but find the boy’s innocence and curiosity absolutely tantalizing.

“You sure you’re ready for that, sweetheart?” he teases, his voice husky. He reaches out to cup the boy’s chin again, tilting his face up to look at him directly. James nods, his eyes flicking up to meet Dave’s. “Yes,” he says, his voice shaky but sure. “I want to see it…I want to see all of you.”

Dave can’t help but feel a pang of affection for the boy in that moment, his heart swelling at the younger man’s earnestness. He smiles gently, taking the boy’s hands and guiding them to the edge of his boxers.

James takes the cue and starts to slowly pull down the boxers, his hands shaking a little as the fabric slides down over Dave’s hips. He can feel his breath catch in his throat as he finally gets a clear look at what’s between Dave’s legs.

“Wow.” Was all that was in James’ thoughts, mesmerised, his eyes wide with awe. He couldn’t believe how different it looked from what he’d seen on magazines and in movies. But it wasn’t any less attractive to him, if anything, it was even more arousing. 

Dave wasn’t clean shaven like girls in porn mags, no, he had a curly tuft of ginger hair nestled right above, a happy trail going up to just under his belly button. 

“You’re beautiful.”

Dave chuckles gently at the boy’s reaction, his heart feeling lighter at the look of wonder on the boy’s face. “You flatter me, sweetheart,” he teases, reaching out to brush back a strand of hair from James’s forehead. “But there’s more to me than just this, you know. I’ve got plenty to show you. Plenty to teach.”

James looks up at his friend, his eyes full of trust. “Teach me. Please.”Dave can feel the heat of arousal surging through his body at the boy’s words, his mind filled with all the things he’d like to do to him. He moves to lie back against James’ pillows, patting the spot on the mattress in between his legs. 

“Well, firstly, you’re going to learn how to eat someone out.”

James’s eyes widen as Dave’s words register in his head, but he doesn’t hesitate to crawl in between the man’s legs. He looks up at him, waiting for the next instructions. 

Dave smiles, clearly enjoying having the boy’s at his mercy. “Right,” he purrs, “The first thing you gotta do is get comfortable down there.”

James nods, adjusting his position so he can lean in closer without his neck hurting. He can smell Dave’s musk from this angle, and it’s both heady and intoxicating to him.

“Good, there you go,” Dave says, a hand coming up to rest on the back of the younger man’s head. He tangles his fingers into the boy’s hair, not quite pushing but giving just enough pressure to keep him in place.

“Now, the main thing you need to do is listen to me,” he says, his voice dropping an octave or two. “Just do exactly what I tell you, alright?” The blonde nods obediently.

“Now, you’re going to use your tongue,” Dave says, his voice dropping even lower. “Start out gently at first. Flatten your tongue and lick a broad stripe from the bottom all the way to the top.”

James swallows, his mouth suddenly feeling very dry. He follows Dave’s instructions, flattening his tongue and giving a slow, tentative lick. He’s surprised by the taste and texture, but he finds that he doesn’t mind it. In fact, he actually rather likes it.

Dave shudders a gasp. It’s been too long since he’s been eaten out.“There you go,” he breathes out, his hand clenching in James’s hair. “Keep doing that. Try to find a rhythm. And if you remember, pay some attention to the clit as well.”

James nods again, focusing on creating a pattern with his tongue. He feels a sense of satisfaction as he watches Dave’s head fall back against the pillow, his eyes closing in pleasure.

“That’s it. Just keep going,” Dave encourages, his voice heavy with pleasure. James can feel the praise giving him a small boost of confidence, and he doubles down on his efforts. He starts to experiment with different pressures and speeds, trying to see what works best to get a reaction out of Dave.

“Good god,” Dave moans, his hips jerking up involuntarily against James. It feels amazing to have the boy’s mouth on him like this, almost like he was made for this.

“You’re a natural at this, sweetheart. You sure you’ve never done this before?”

James can’t help but preen a little at the praise, his confidence growing with each moan that escapes from Dave’s lips. He pulls back to shake his head, his mouth too occupied with following Dave’s instructions to speak. In truth, he’s enjoying this more than he thought he would. The sounds that’s Dave making is something he could listen all day, and the way the man pulls on his hair with his fingers makes him feel weak.

He pulls away for a moment to get a proper breath, panting slightly. “Mmm…can I try something else?” he asks, looking up at Dave with big doe eyes, so eager to please.

James leans back on his knees, his hands resting on Dave’s hips. He’s got a determined look in his eyes now, like he’s set on something.

“Can I use my fingers?”

Dave raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “You’re getting awfully bold there, sweetheart,” he teases. “But I like it.”He shifts on the bed, spreading his legs a little wider to give the boy better access. “Go for it.”

James lets out a low moan as he sees the man’s legs open up further, his mouth practically watering at the sight. He reaches out, his hands trembling slightly, and gently prods at the man’s entrance.

“Is this…is this okay?” he asks, looking up at Dave for confirmation. “You need to use lube.”James reaches over to his nightstand and rummages through it, his fingers wrapping around a medium sized, nondescript bottle. He pops the cap and squeezes some onto his fingers, the scent of artificial strawberries filling the air.

“..Strawberry?” Dave huffs a laugh, sitting up.

“Yeah..” James laughs sheepishly, his shoulders rising in a shrug. “I didn’t have anything else.” He reaches down again, his slicked fingers tracing over Dave’s entrance. “Ready?” he asks again, seeking confirmation before he does anything. He watches as the man nods and relaxes his body. 

“Take it slow,” Dave advises, guiding his hand.

James nods and slowly pushes one of his fingers in, his breath catching in his throat. It’s so warm and tight, and it’s unlike anything he’s ever felt before. He looks up at Dave, who has his eyes closed and his head thrown back.

“Is this okay?” 

“Yeah…keep going,” Dave moans out, his hands clenching at the sheets. “You’re doing good, sweetheart. You can add another one now.”

James does as he’s told and carefully pushes another finger in, gently stretching Dave out. The man below him begins to make these soft, guttural sounds that are music to his ears. He’s never heard Dave sound like this, and it makes him feel powerful.

“You’re so hot like this,” James murmurs, his eyes roaming over the man’s body. Dave merely chuckles breathlessly. “There’s all kinds of things you can do with your fingers to please someone with a pussy. You can curl them…that’s when you, well, curl them.”

James looks down, realizing he’s never done that before. “Like this?” he says, as he starts to gently curve and uncurl his fingers.

Dave whines in response, a strangled sound that makes James’ heart beat faster. The man is usually the one in control, it’s strange to see him this way.

“Keep doing that..” Dave rasps softly. “And if you move your fingers faster…fuck…that’ll feel so good.” He has his eyes closed, his thighs quivering.

James nods, picking up the speed with his fingers while continuing to move then in a curling motion. He can’t believe he’s able to make Dave sound like that, it’s the ultimate ego booster. He begins to use his free hand to rub tight circles over the man’s clit as well, not sure if he’s doing it right, but he’s determined to make it good for him.

“You’re doing perfect, sweetheart….just a little longer…” Dave’s words are slightly broken as he trembles against the bed, the back of his hand resting over his mouth.

James redoubles his efforts, trying to listen to Dave’s instructions and keep up with the speed of his fingers. It’s starting to become a little tiring for his hand, but he soldiers on, determined to see this though.

“I’m doing good?” he asks, his voice dripping with innocence, even though he knows he’s probably driving Dave mad right now.

Dave nods fervently, choking out, “Yeah, yeah—fuck, and..and you can scissor them. That’s when you spread—”

The ginger cuts himself off with a cry, back toes curling as he holds onto James’ forearm. The vocalist’s fingers spread out, scissoring him unexpectedly.

James is a little startled at the reaction, but also immensely satisfied that he got such in response. Seeing Dave like this, so out of control and completely undone, has to be the highlight of his day. His fingers brush against a certain spot that makes Dave keen, and he takes note of it.

“Like that?” he asks, his voice a little cocky. “Is that the spot?”

Dave lets out a shuddering breath and nods, unable to speak for a moment. He’s never had someone so eager to learn like this before, and it’s a massive turn on but also a bit overwhelming.

“Mmm…yeah…don’t stop..” he manages to gasp out, his eyes squeezed shut. He can feel the heat pooling in the pit of his stomach, and he knows he’s not going to last much longer. “J-James..”

James hums in acknowledgement, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. He keeps up his pace, focusing on hitting that spot that makes Dave whine out so desperately. 

“You close, baby?” he asks, his eyes roaming over the man’s face. Dave merely nods, whining out a yes in response, his breath coming out in short, ragged gasps.

There's a few moments of quiet, tension building up in the air, like lightning just before a storm. Dave's body tenses up, his muscles taut and straining as he reaches the peak of his pleasure. He comes with a cry that sounds more animalistic than human, his body going into spasm as his nails dig into James’ forearms.

James watches in awe, his fingers still inside of Dave, feeling the man’s inner walls clenching around him. He can see the tears of ecstasy on Dave’s lashes and the flush of pink covering the ginger’s sweaty face. He coaxed the older man through his orgasm before finally pulling away. Dave finally slumps back into the bed, he looks absolutely wrecked.

“That was hot,” James says, his voice a little dazed and out of breath.

Dave doesn’t immediately respond, his chest still heaving slightly as he tries to recover from the intense orgasm he just had. He feels like he’s been boneless, his limbs like jello and his brain turned to mush. 

“Yeah…” he says finally, his voice hoarse and rough. “That was…something else, sweetheart.”

The corner of James’ mouth curves up in a cheeky little smile, a smug look in his eyes. He gently pulls his fingers out of Dave, bringing them up to his mouth to lick them clean. “You taste good,” he says, the innocence in his voice contradicted by his actions.

Dave lets out a huff and rolls his eyes fondly at the boy’s antics. “You’re a tease, you know that?” he says, sitting up and pulling the vocalist in for a lazy kiss. He can taste a bit of himself on James’ tongue, and it shouldn’t be as hot as it is.

James laughs against the man’s lips, “Only for you, old man.”

He breaks away from the kiss and pushes Dave back down flat on his back, coming between his legs. He looks down at him, a wanting look in his eyes. “My turn, now?”Dave can’t help but chuckle at the boy’s neediness. “Well, you did such a good job earlier, I reckon you deserve a treat.” 

He spreads his legs wider, one arm resting behind his head, the other hand tracing up and down the boy’s arm. James’ brain fizzles out a little at the sight, his eyes automatically drifting from the man’s face down to the space between his legs. He swallows, suddenly feeling a little nervous. 

“What..what do I do?” he asks, his voice slightly shaky as he glances down, then back up to meet Dave’s eyes. Dave can clearly see the tent in James’ jeans, aching to get out.

Dave reaches down and hooks a finger in the belt loop of James’ jeans, tugging him closer. “First, you take these off,” he mutters, James’ fingers making quick work of the button and zipper. 

The vocalist squirms slightly, clearly a little eager to get his clothes off. He’s a little embarrassed at how hard he is, but Dave’s not going to tease him about it. He throws his jeans to the floor, revealing his white boxer briefs. The material is already damp from where he’s leaked precome through them, and he tossed those away too.

There’s a soft intake of breath from the man below him, his eyes roaming over the boy’s form appreciatively. “Mm…” Dave grins. “I knew you’d be big.” 

James feels his cheeks heat up red, but the look in Dave’s eyes is enough to make his head spin. “Really?” he asks, hoping it’s true. “You’re like a damn tripod,” Dave teases, a wolfish smirk on his stupid pretty face. “Bet you’re gonna break someone in half with that thing.”

The vocalist lets out a choked laugh, “You flatter me.” he says, his cheeks flushing red.“Mmm, but only when I’m telling the truth, sweetheart.” Dave reaches up and grabs the boy’s hips, pulling him closer to his chest. “Come on now,” he murmurs, nipping at his ear. “I’m gonna teach you how to fuck someone properly. You ready?”

James can feel his heart thudding loudly in his chest as he nods his head, his eyes wide with anticipation. His hands come down to find purchase on Dave’s hips, and he swallows thickly. He nods mutely, unable to speak, his hands finding purchase on the man’s broad shoulders. “Yeah..just show me what to do.”

Dave smiles and draws him closer, legs wrapped around James hips. “First thing’s first,” he says, his hands trailing down the boy’s neck. “You can’t go in dry. It’s going to hurt like a motherfucker.”

James nods seriously, letting out a small “ah” as Dave speaks. He’s trying very hard to concentrate on what the man is saying and make sure he doesn’t mess this up. It helps that the man’s hands are trailing all over his body, soft and gentle.

“So you use lube. Probably the most important part. Be generous with it—better to be safe than sorry.”

The redhead reaches over and grabs the bottle from the nightstand, squeezing some into his hand and reaching down between their bodies. The cold liquid makes James shiver, but he holds himself still.

“That’s it. Just like that.” Dave says, as he starts to slowly pump his hand over the boy’s length, spreading the lube around. He’s looking up at the boy, admiring the way he flushes a deep red, his eyes dark and glassy. The boy has his lips bitten in a pout and his head thrown back, and Dave can almost imagine what he’ll look like moaning his name later.

James’ whole body jerks at the touch, gasping as Dave jerks him off. He’s trying not to make too many embarrassing sounds, but the feel of the man’s hand is almost too much. It feels too good to contain, and a small whorish moan escapes from his mouth. “Oh..my god, Dave..”

The older man grins, and he stops after James is seemed ready enough, guiding his cock towards his entrance. His cunt throbs, aching with need and soaking wet. 

“You gotta look when you line yourself up, okay?”

James lets out a shaky breath and nods as he does what he’s told, his hands coming down on the bed next to Dave’s shoulders to keep his balance. When he begins to press in, he has to take a moment because of the sudden heat enveloping his cock. “Shit…God…” he shivers, biting his lip to keep himself from letting out a wanton moan.

Dave groans, hazel eyes fluttering shut. James is big—lengthy and girthy in a way that stretches him out beautifully. He’s only taken half of the blonde before he’s stilling him with a hand, face scrunching up as he tries to adjust.

“Wait a minute,” he gasps out, taking a few quick breaths to steady himself. James almost worries he’s done something wrong, but then Dave’s opening his eyes and looking up at him. The man’s expression is almost fond, and he places a hand against the boy’s cheek. “Just hold still for me, okay? You’re doing great.”

The boy nods, trying to remain as still as possible as Dave adjusts. “You’re really tight..” James whispers, and he has to make some effort to keep his breathing steady. He looks down at Dave, his eyes wide with awe. He’s never seen the man look so…vulnerable before.

“Yeah…I don’t do this often.” Dave grins, his hand coming up to toy with a few strands of the blonde’s hair. He shifts his hips a little, pushing down against James’ length. “Okay…you can move now.”

James lets out another shaky moan and begins to move, his body trembling as he slowly pushes in. The feeling of Dave’s warm and tight walls is better than anything he’s ever felt before…he’s not going to be able to last very long. 

“Fuck….” The vocalist whimpers, his brow furrowing as he grips the sheets by the ginger’s head. He looks down at Dave, whose eyes are squeezed shut and mouth open in pleasure, strangled sounds of pleasure escaping his lips.

“You’re doing perfect, sweetheart.” Dave murmurs, his voice low and rough. He reaches up and runs a hand down the boy’s back, nails scraping lightly over the skin. “You make me feel so full.” The look on the guitarist’s face makes him want to keep this going on forever, because he looks so beautiful like this, chasing after his high like this is the meaning behind his life.

The vocalizations that Dave’s making is like music to his ears. It’s the most unguarded he’s ever heard the man, like the walls Dave’s spent so much time building has suddenly come down. 

James feels a deep sense of pride in himself, that he can make the man who always seems in control fall apart like this. He leans down, his chest resting against Dave’s and he starts to pick up the pace a bit, but enough that they’re still going rather slow.

Dave can feel the boy trembling, the strain on his face as he tries to hold himself back. The way his muscles are clenched and straining, holding himself up as he moves back and forth, it makes him look like a Greek sculpture or a statue from ancient times. “You can go faster, sweetheart.” He says, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He’s enjoying this just as much as James is.

James lets out a guttural moan, the noise so deep and desperate that he’s almost ashamed of it. He can’t help but piston his hips into Dave like he’s afraid he’ll slip through his fingers., pushing into him deeper and faster, chasing that feeling of bliss. He looks down at the man’s face, watching the way his brows knit together, cheeks all rosy. “You look so good like this,” James gasps. “So perfect...”

Dave hums, the sound reverberating through his chest. He’s never had anyone so eager and willing before, someone who’s so focused on pleasing him. It’s doing things to his heart and his head that he doesn’t want to think too hard about. “You’re doing so well, baby..” he croons, fingers wrapping into the boy’s hair and pulling him down. “I’m so close..”

James’ body feels like it’s on fire, the words sending sparks down his spine and setting his skin aflame. He feels like he’s going to burst at the seams any second, and the way Dave’s hand is tangled in his hair, the other roaming all around his body, isn’t helping either. “Me too…I’m so close..” he whines, biting his lip as his eyes flutter close. James is now fucking into him with reckless abandon, chasing their mounting pleasures.

Dave can feel the tension coiled in the pit of his loins, ready to burst at any moment. “James-!” He screams, and then the boy is coming with a loud and desperate cry, his whole body trembling with the force of his orgasm. Dave follows close after, clenching his eyes shut as he trembles with the force of it. It almost feels like he goes white for a few moments, and he has to gasp for breath. 

Dave’s insides feel gummy and warm with come, fluttering around James with the aftershocks of his climax. James’ lanky form collapses on top of Dave, and the older man gently scratches his scalp soothingly. 

They stay connected for a few seconds, only pulling apart when they feel James’ semen start to ooze out of his sensitive cunt. Disheveled and blissed out, Dave smiles lazily up at James. The younger man smiles back, and there’s a flash of arousal in his powder-blue eyes at the sight of Dave. 

“…Can we go again?”

[brick-van-dyke]

As the US election closes in and the final states take to the polls, I want to remind people to turn out and protest.

Yep, protest. Strike, disrupt, be out there on the street regardless of who you voted for or who wins. I expect to see you all out there demanding; access to abortion nation wide, protections against discrimination, free universal healthcare, a free Palestine, anti war, prison abolition, to increase the minimum wage, and for a US free of the electoral college and that counts votes as votes.

Yes, you can say "you should vote for Harris" and do so as much as you like, but do not forget the power you have through your own everyday actions away from the polls and that of protesting. Do not use the excuse that your right to vote means it's somehow more foundational or important than the right to protest. You have the ability to create direct action and that is so so important, please don't just expect a rich representative to stick to their promises every time you vote; you have power too, never forget that.

This system will not change until we, the people, make it. There is NO representative that can ever change the system that allowed them in, and likewise; this system will never allow a candidate that would stop it from continuing and/or ensuring its designated purpose of oppression and subjugation. Resist, regardless of the results.

Long live the resistance.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

oh my god oh my god oh my GODDDDDD i can’t BELIEVE i found these on my little rainy october thrift shop wander this morning. like, one would have been more MORE enough. but both?? at once??? i am quite simply floating and may never touch back down to earth

[bookshelf-in-progress]

I'm approaching the most terrifying part of the Exciting New Story Idea process: Writing it down.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[stevethehairington]

was going to try to write today but instead i have spent the last hour thinking up tattoos for eddie to have

[aeolianblues]

swear to god if ‘24 August Downsview, Toronto’ (2025?) turns out to be real you fucking bet I’m selling what I own to get to that pit

[fideidefenswhore]

#TheTudorsWeek2023, by @thetudorsgifs | Day 1: Best Episode(s)

Episode 2x02: Tears of Blood: Henry continues undermining the Catholic Church's influence in England, while his chaplain makes a fact-finding tour of Lutheran Germany; Anne resolves to consummate her relationship with the king as Brandon plants doubts about her virtue.

Episode 2x03: Checkmate: His patience at an end, Henry marries Anne in secret, appoints his Lutheran chaplain Thomas Cranmer the head of the Church, and strips Queen Katherine of her title and status; the king and new queen's first child is born, a girl christened Elizabeth.

Episode 2x10: Destiny and Fortune: In the Season 2 finale, Anne awaits execution in the Tower of London as Henry's marriage to her is annulled, baby Elizabeth is removed from the line of succession, and Henry proposes to Jane Seymour, who accepts.

Episode 3x05: Problems in the Reformation: Henry remains in seclusion while mourning the queen's death, an opportunity that enemies of the crown seize to murder several friends of the court; Cromwell is disturbed when Henry doesn't resist his new church's similarities to Catholicism.

Episode 3x09: The Undoing of Cromwell: In the Season Three finale, Henry moves swiftly to annul his loveless marriage to Anne of Cleves, and beds a new teenage mistress; Princess Mary falls in love with Duke Philip of Bavaria; Cromwell's fall from favor is sudden and dramatic.

Episode 4x01: Moment of Nostalgia: Henry introduces his new wife to court, Katherine Howard, his fifth Queen. She attempts to befriend Henry's children; this succeeds with his young son, Prince Edward, but she receives only contempt from Lady Mary while Lady Elizabeth is receptive but prefers to spend time with Henry's former wife Anne of Cleves.

[fingertipsmp3]

Lads I have an ‘informal phone interview’ for that electrician course I half-jokingly applied for

[orcelito]

Ok I got to actually looking at my classes for next semester. Reorganized things a little bit into clear categories. See the thing is, the 3 classes I thought I was gonna choose 2 from? None of them are being taught anymore lol. It's just that my enrollment term is so old, it's showing the old requirements. So I'm choosing 3 classes from the general list of classes, which makes me glad I picked out so many potential ones to choose from!!! So the 3 categories I've sorted these classes into are:

Quality assurance: "six sigma data quality" is the 1st choice, "quality engineering in IT" is 2nd choice

General theory: "policy, regulation, and globalization in IT" is 1st choice, "advanced systems development methodologies" is 2nd choice

Coding/computers: "applied machine learning" is 1st choice, "UNIX administration" is 2nd choice, "front end web coding" is 3rd choice

(Putting commentary under a cut bc it got a lil long)

'Cause how my school does scheduled now, we submit a list of requests & they compile them all and then figure out what classes work best for everyone. And u wanna include multiple options for each class slot in case the first doesn't work out for some reason. So that's why I have 7 choices, despite only needing 3.

As for the actual sections. I wanna make sure that my semester is as well-rounded as possible. I wanna get at least Some kind of coding in, to make sure I get some more practice before leaving. I have applied machine learning listed first for it bc I really know very little about how machine learning works, & with the way the IT field has gone, it's a little inevitable that I'll be working with it some. Best to learn about it now so I know what I'm doing later. But if I can't take that for some reason, I have the UNIX administration which would honestly kind of suck to take, but it'd be useful. And then front end web coding is less generally useful, but could still be a good skill to have.

The policy, regulation, & globalization in IT is one that I think would be very good for me to take. More of a theory class than a tech class, & it's focusing on learning about technology's effects on the world in economic, social, cultural, and ethical dynamics. I already have taken an ethics of IT sort of course so I've got some context for that, but I still think it'd be important to learn more about globalization. If for whatever reason it's not available tho, then another systems development class could be useful.

& then the data quality thing. Six sigma put at priority here bc it's smth ppl always talk about but I just don't know that much about it, outside of how it's supposed to help improve things. By taking this course, I'd also get a certificate in SS, which could only help in job searching I think. Then quality engineering in IT after that, which I don't know that much about but it seemed about in line with the goal of Data Quality stuff.

[severepink]

Observing Adam

Where I go way too deep into something that probably isn't that deep. It's long, it's long as hell.

Okay, so you'd think with how Adam talks he's just a typical misogynist, right?

This man worships pussy. So much so, he's named a whole ass angel, one of his best, Vagina. You'd say that he objectifies them and thinks of them as being lesser, but I don't think that's the whole story. In fact, I think he might be the original simp.

All of these exorcists so far have been women. All of them. He refers to them as ladies or bitches interchangeably, he sees them as being completely capable of absolutely decimating leagues of some of the most vile beings who have ever existed, and they have, to the point it was only after thousands of years that there's been a risk to this hierarchy.

He's a self-centered, egotistical, loud-mouthed, arrogant asshole, no doubt about it, but I'm beginning to suspect something now.

If Adam and Lilith were created from the same dust, if they were created as equals, I am more than willing to bet... Lilith is also a self-centered, egotistical, arrogant asshole. But, she's likely far more intelligent, composed, and duplicitous.

Lilith was allowed to refuse Adam and leave of her own free will and garnered her own independence. A new wife was created for Adam, she was replaced. My guess, is she thought Adam wouldn't be able to live without her, to come back and find herself replaced entirely, she was enraged.

I believe both Adam and Lilith were both incredibly dominant individuals who fought over ideas, thoughts, and ultimately in the bedroom as well, if we take into account the creationist stories.

I'm willing to bet she likely manipulated Lucifer into twisting humanity against its original concept. What if Lucifer's intention truly was to just spark something within Eve, like independence and thought and creation, but it was Lilith's poison within the fruit that tainted her, then subsequently Adam, with sin.

Lilith thrived in hell, while Lucifer's dreams of creation were dashed. She didn't suffer as he did, instead the power of her voice grew with hell. Her voice grew so powerful that heaven found it to be a threat, her actions instigated the beginning of exterminations.

Charlie said that when she was a little girl, she didn't know Lucifer at all. I don't think this was because of Lucifer, he's seen here, picking her up, inviting her to share in his thoughts and dreams, showing her something wonderful. Something she could see within herself.

Charlie says that it's this moment that sparked her will to fight for her dreams. Which is strange, because at the very beginning of the story, Charlie says it was her mother's dream that was passed down to her.

Lilith took Charlie away. In this scene, Lucifer wasn't done showing Charlie his thoughts and dreams, he's still yearning to show his daughter these things at this point.

Lucifer loves his daughter. He loves Charlie so, so, so much. So why wasn't he allowed to build a relationship with his daughter for the longest time? He was waiting for the opportunity to get to know her, but with how much he adores her why didn't he do it sooner? He didn't comment on 'It took you a while-' he just said he missed her smile. They don't want to be pulled apart, again.

Now, we know Vivziepop has said that Lucifer and Lilith love each other, but Lilith 'wears the pants' in the relationship. We see all of the pictures all over the walls of a supposedly happy family. I don't think the relationship was as loving as originally portrayed and Lilith is a woman who desires control above all else. She likely tried to mitigate what influence Lucifer had over their daughter when she thought his angelic thoughts and behaviors became more than what she approved of.

Lets take it back to Adam and Lute for a moment. Again, Adam is a loud mouthed idiot, he's a jerk. The moment he realizes there are demons in heaven, he's ready to go on the attack. It's only because of Lute that he didn't end up doing something absolutely idiotic.

I gotta say, Lute and Adam's relationship is an absolutely fascinating one. He's a disrespectful dick head in how he talks, but how he acts is a different story. He allows Lute to man-handle him. He does listen to her, even if he's a whiny bitch about it.

Look at him, this is the face of a man listening, a dumb one, but a dude listening all the same. He doesn't manhandle her back, he doesn't even pull away until she lets go of his collar. Of all the shit he complained about, between being grabbed and being told what to do, his biggest complaint is that she's telling him to shush.

We know that Adam is the one who suggested the exterminations to begin with, so Sera says, and this was because of the power that Lilith was amassing. To him, Lilith is a threat. Even when he was willing to move on, to go to another wife when Lilith didn't want him or want to submit to him (fair babe, he's a bit of an idiot), she came back with an angel and proceeded to manipulate his new wife Eve. This is the supposed progenitor of man-kind, the original dick (hilariously enough), the reason civilization even exists at all. He and Eve had to fight for their lives after being tempted with the fruit. They had immortality, they had no ideas of shame, they were supposedly 'innocent' creatures before Lilith and Lucifer came along. He and Eve had to fight tooth and nail to survive after being cast from Eden. I think it shows in how willing and ready he is to take lead and do what he believes needs to be done, now out of a need for entertainment rather than a need to defend or protect. But, he still stopped to listen to Lute's advice. In the mythological story of Adam and Eve, Adam is the one who has to tell Eve that god said don't eat the fruit. Eve never heard god speak to her, so she was vulnerable to the snake's manipulations. She will now die because she ate it, and because she did not want Adam to take another wife, convinced him to eat it unknowingly. Funnily enough, Adam tried to explain to god that 'she lied to me and gave me the fruit' and in this actual mythology, Adam was punished for listening to his wife. Even without mentioning Lilith in the original mythology, Eve didn't want Adam to take another wife, so when we consider it within the context of Hazbin Hotel, it may be likely that's how it went down. Eve knew of Lilith, knew that she could be replaced, and decided that she would take Adam with her.

I believe that Adam does and did rely on the women in his life to help him with direction. I think Adam knows he can be an idiot and is willing to listen, even if he doesn't agree with what he's hearing. He did listen to Charlie in the beginning, he just didn't believe in her, like everyone else and he, out of anyone there, probably had the most reason not to. Cain and Abel were his and Eve's sons, his own child became the first murderer. Out of jealousy, the same kind of jealousy that no doubt has caused Lilith to act how she did. Adam isn't going to have empathy for sinners. His family, his legacy, were filled with the original sinners. He probably had to kill his son Cain in hell during the first exterminations. What do you think he would have had to feel, if it came to be a fact that sinners could be redeemed? That maybe his son, could've been redeemed? Or any of his progeny for that matter? How did it feel when his sons, his progeny, weren't given the same mercy as the Hellborn that Lucifer managed to keep protected through some deal with the angels or god? Not to mention that Charlie could've been his daughter. Charlie is the product of the people who completely and totally destroyed the paradise he'd been born into. She's the daughter who is protected and immune from the slaughter while all of his sons and daughters are judged and killed. I believe, even though he was a dickish prankster to Charlie, he was surprisingly patient and even somewhat amicable, willing to even ask her how her weekend was like he was just trying to get to know her.

Adam could just see all of the angels under his employ as being disposable. He doesn't have to name them, or think about them in any individual fashion. But, he knows Vaggie, recognized her instantly. Thought she was badass. Lute's the one who saw her, tore her wings off, and walked away. I'm surprised they even let her live, because this just goes against everything they're doing. They're an army and they saw one of their own showing empathy to the enemy.

Look at this dumb ass. He's being a shit-head, a dick, a bastard. But, he admires Vaggie's ability to pull Charlie, congratulates her, this dude isn't even judging her for being a lesbian. I don't think it's because he objectifies women, this dude loves women, he just does. He respects fellow vagina lovers. I don't think he respects liars in the slightest though. He's being underhanded, he's trying to be manipulative (he's not very good at it). I think he's brutally open and honest about everything and that's probably one of the reasons he's such a bastard anyways, because sometimes you just need to shut-up and he's not good at that.

I don't think he respects Sera for that either, he's more than willing to let others know what the hell he's doing, but under Sera's lead, he can't be open about it. I don't think it's his jam to act this way, it's why he sucks so bad at it and I think that's why Lilith is so antithetical to him. I also think that's why he's possibly even being manipulated.

It's kind of crazy that Adam is the only one who tries to come up with what allows someone to get into heaven. So here's his list: 1. Act Selfless: Maybe at one point he was! He had to have been, to be one of the progenitors of mankind, he would have had to work, sacrifice, and give to his wife and children for them all to survive. Eve would have had to do the same, no doubt. He may not seem selfless, due to his raunchy behavior, but he's served heaven since he's been there. He's served humanity in some kind of facet. 2. Don't Steal: Considering the only other humans are his spawn, he likely had to try and get them to not steal from one another for them all to have an equal opportunity of survival. He and Eve likely both knew they would need to work together to survive.

3. Stick it to the man: This, however, is interesting. Who is 'The Man' he speaks of? God? The only other people over him or were equal to him were women. He speaks like a rocker, and I think in this case he's using the term 'The Man' in a gender neutral way. I think he allowed some amount of Authority to Lilith when they were supposed to be seen as equals, it comes so naturally to him as a character when it comes to the other women he's been interacting with. I think she is the 'man' that he's been sticking it to- Pun somewhat intended. ((This third one may also simply be a tongue in cheek reference to when Alex Brightman played Dewey in School of Rock on Broadway! Thank you to the user who brought this to my attention!))

Adam is a bit of a hypocrite, isn't he? He likes to fuck, he's made that abundantly clear. Full of lust you could say. It was his original purpose after all, and he is judging Angel Dust for something he probably would've done himself at one point or has considered doing (maybe not the having sex with men part). Angel Dust does all of these things, Adam doesn't even deny it. He even looks nervous. He's angry, but doesn't deny that Angel has done those things. He doesn't explain it away or try to lie or move the goal posts, he's just asking what is an actually very valid question.

Why isn't Angel Dust there if he can do things equal to what Adam himself hasn't done? Serenity continues that line of thought. It isn't until Charlie is realizing no one knows what it takes to get into heaven.

Adam is more than willing to let Lute take the lead here, he's willing to give her the stage to clap back, he's giving her back-up antics. By all means, they could be pushing and fighting one another, there could easily be body language expressing something other than their general comfort around one another. They aren't fighting for a spotlight like you'd expect Adam to try and do considering his egotistical attitude.

Adam fucking sucks at keeping his mouth shut and he sucks at lying. He nearly blew the secret out of the bag once, this time, Sera is the only one who tries to stop him and to be honest? Lute looks a bit too thrilled at it. He knows he fucked up, but he doesn't think it's a big deal that anyone would know. For fucks sake, they've already condemned souls, his progeny, to suffer. What's the big deal if he kills them?

I have to re-iterate what's happening here. Charlie is proud she caused this chaos, that she caused these angels to fight amongst themselves, even if in this case it's a good thing. But, this is like history repeating itself to Adam, the reflection of his ex-wife, entering his domain, causing strife among his people, being happy about it.

And the venom he expresses when it comes to the 'liar' portion, god Alex Brightman destroyed when he got to this portion specifically. There is some vehement disgust in his tone when he says liar.

Adam isn't a good person now. But, I think he used to be a good person. By all means, Adam himself could've been the first murderer when his wife made her mistake. He, at one point in time, had to have been good enough to foster civilization itself with Eve. Both good and bad. Adam's original purpose was to be fruitful and multiply. Ordained by god (or maybe just angels) himself, divine power directed and created him to fuck. He didn't chase his ex-wife down, he was given a new one, Lilith was allowed to leave. When he left things alone, when he tried to move on, his ex-wife and a scorned angel destroyed the paradise he was in with Eve. He had to struggle and toil, he had to feel shame in his own body. He had to find out his first born son was the first murderer. His second son killed. We don't know if this is going to be canon in the story, a lot has changed, and if Adam is the first soul who reached heaven, then what did happen to Abel? Was Abel considered a sinner? Or did Cain kill Abel after Adam had passed? Either way, he had to witness his children kill, he had to watch his descendants behave in a range from saints and monsters. He's seen genocides, he's seen famine, war. Adam is desensitized to the plights of his descendants. Maybe he even saw it as a duty to cleanse the universe of their existence at one point, because they were his responsibility.

At the end of this episode, he is properly scolded by Sera and does seem ashamed of himself. He isn't huffy, he is reminded that he should be ashamed of acting that way.

I love Lute's enthusiasm, she's absolutely brutal when talking about Vaggie and with how she handled Vaggie. I think it's funny that Lute is so brutal she's even made Adam uncomfortable. It's cute that he's made uncomfortable by the excitement and all he does is tell Lute, the premier hype woman over here, to chill. She's so proud of herself too, look at her.

He fully expects these exorcist bad bitches to go in there and fuck shit up. But, you know it's hilarious that he's throwing horns? This dude, this angel. First human soul in heaven, loving rock n' roll, the devil's music, and throwing motherfucking horns. It's poetic really. I think we can probably assume where things are going.

Now, this is the first point we've seen Adam being a real piece of shit to Lute. I don't think Adam likes it when people think he's too dumb to notice something, especially something so damn obvious. This is such a drastic moment of vitriolic, uncontrolled anger directed towards Lute. Adam knows he isn't the brightest tool in the shed. He likely knows he's obtuse and misses shit. It's why he sucks at lying, he knows he's not smart. That is why I think he's afforded women opportunities to direct him without fighting back against their advice and their choices. I'm sure Lilith made it obvious how dumb she thinks Adam is. I'm wondering if this might be where their ground breaking fight might've come from. Who's to say he didn't allow Lilith to take the lead, or listen to her like he's done with Lute here and now? Perhaps to an even greater point? He listened to Eve and ate from the fruit of knowledge and he was punished for it. Being seen as so dumb he can't formulate a simple fact is a sore spot for him.

Adam is incredibly powerful. It took a bit out of him to exercise that power, probably because he's out of practice just like Lucifer said. At one point, he probably wasn't so sloppy and weak willed. He's gotten lazy. Sloth like.

I think it got real personal here. How viscerally and personally he attacked Charlie. No one but Charlie truly thought sinners could be redeemed, or that they were even worth it. Not even one of the original sinners. Maybe he never considered the possibility, maybe what happened really did make him see the world as black and white to cope with that happened to him, his wife, his children. Charlie's desire to fight this idea would destroy the foundation for all of his coping through the years. He stopped seeing them as family, even though he's grandiose about his founding role in humanity. Does that itch the guilt that may lurk under the surface?

I don't think Adam thought much of Charlie at all. I don't think he had any intention of coming to kill her in the beginning, despite seeing her, despite who her parents were. But, I think with the constant push, with how eager she was to disrupt the pre-conceived idea of order, it reminded Adam and reflected her parents so much, he was eager to kill her for revenge against them. I think this electrical interference on the mask is a direct reflection of sin. Namely, wrath, in this moment.

Now, this. THIS. Is something that made me want to write this whole fucking essay. Is Lucifer implying that he not only gave Eve the Fruit from the tree of knowledge, but FUCKED HER TOO? Homies, I'm sorry but holy shit. That is some hydrating tea. I'd be pretty pissed too, fucked over twice by women who were supposed to be literal soul mates, who you were made for, who were made for you?

I knew he would have a goatee, I could almost hear it. I gotta say, I'm a sucker for how he looks. I think he's hot. He is a bastard, but so are a lot of the hot dudes in this show. It's just a theme.

This exact series of lines prompted so many of the thoughts that I had about Adam and why he thinks or acts the way he does. At one point, Adam did have to work himself to the bone and learn to survive from scratch alongside Eve. He isn't entirely without cause to not think that he deserves some respect or recognition from his descendants.

But, that doesn't give him the right to act like god himself. It's... well... Blasphemous. Isn't it? One of the worst sins is to think yourself to be worthy of worship, as if you're a god.

This is the moment that gave me empathy for them both. You could probably see the kind of loving person Adam could have been at one point with how he looks at Lute, even as he's laying there, dying. He's not crying like a bitch, just looking at Lute softly. Lute screaming for him, screaming his name. They cared for each other deeply.

And this... and this.... and this. WHAT DEAL DID YOU MAKE, LILITH? Did you make it with Sera? Did you make it with Adam? Did you make it with Lute? Did you really just want a little 'vacay' away from the hell you helped create? Left her husband, depressed and lonely. Left her daughter without any care or guidance. Maybe Alastor was sent in her place, perhaps? Seven years since he was seen after all, but why wouldn't he show up sooner if Lilith did care? Did she make a deal with Lute and Adam? Did she let Adam smash it so she could stay in heaven? Did Lute let her stay in exchange for getting Adam out of a position of power? Or was it maybe Sera who commissioned Lilith with a deal? Either way, I'm in full belief that it wasn't Adam's idea to move the extermination day up. I think he's a patsy, a scapegoat. I think Lute may have been manipulated, potentially, into manipulating Adam into this position. Was it even really Adam who came up with the idea to do the exterminations? Or was he the one who simply decided to fight originally because he was told heaven was at risk due to Lilith's rising power? The Road to Hell is Paved with Good Intentions. I think it could be any number of these. Either way, Lute certainly does think she had authority over Lilith. Is it Lute just having hubris? Or is Lilith truly bound, just like Alastor, Husk, and Angel Dust?

Of course, now that we know a soul can be redeemed... and we certainly know that angels can fall. I don't think this will be the last we see of Adam.