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jazzluca · 3 months

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BOMBSHELL ( Deluxe ) Generations LEGACY EVOLUTION *G1*

Prima di quel che si pensasse, con BOMBSHELL abbiamo completato già il terzetto degli Insecticon visti nei cartoni animati G1, dato che il nostro Prudox è uscito pochi mesi dopo Shrapnel e solo un annetto e mezzo dopo Kickback, sfatando la cadenza annuale con cui pareva dovessero venir proposti e sopratutto dopo quella Generations precedente, coi Legends spalmati con gran calma da GenT30 fino a Titans Return passando per Combiner Wars.

E forse hanno avuto pure vita facile con questo Prudox Deluxe, dato che è un retool parziale del precedente Rantrox, avendo in comune con il cervo volante meccanico le braccia dai bicipiti in giù ed il resto del corpo del ROBOT dal bacino in giù!

Non sarebbe il massimo questo copia incolla, anche perchè le gambe di Shrapnel erano assai fedeli nei dettagli rispetto al settei, ma poi vediamo che i due cerchi sulle cosce in Rantrox non ci sono e sono pensati apposta per quelle quelle di B.S., quindi a posto così.^^'

Ed a proposito di fedeltà al settei del cartone, per fortuna è stata tradita nella colorazione del torso, viola come nel giocattolo originale e non inspiegabilmente grigia come visto in tv ( anche perchè poi nella modalità insetto quella parte è viola anche nei cartoni! ^^' ); però però però, ringraziamo per il torso viola, oooook, ma poi storciamo il naso per le anche nere anzichè grigie e pugni e bicipiti grigi anzichè neri!

Già in Shrapnel hanno fatto quelle stesse parti nere a spezzare la monocromia viola delle braccia, e qui ripetono coi tocchi di grigio sul nero, ed in più ci aggiungono le anche che in Rantrox almeno a lui restavano grigie come le cosce. Vabbè.

Così come per Kickback, anche Bombshell qui ha alla base del torso la cerniera che servirebbe ad aprire il portellone centrale in plastica trasparente dorata, quindi quello di Atrox non era un errore, o magari contavano davvero di usare quella particolarità e poi è stata abbandonata. ^^'

Comunque, in generale non è affatto male questo robot, però fa un po' specie come non abbiano trovato una soluzione migliore per il cannone sulla testa, copiando banalmente la semplice cerniera alla base della nuca per poter sollevare la calotta, con l'effetto però di allungare troppo il capo del nostro, laddove la soluzione ottimale sarebbe stata quella del Bombshell Legend di CW, ovvero con il perno interno alla nuca con la calotta che ruota all'indietro. Forse questa soluzione sarebbe stata delicata ed a rischio rottura del meccanismo? Mah, almeno in cima alla schiena c'è un pannellino che alzato blocca l'apertura del "casco" di Bombshell alla posizione ideale.

In quanto remold di Shrapnel ha le stesse articolazioni ( tutto tranne la rotazione dei pugni ) e quasi gli stessi fori per armi, tranne dietro la schiena o sulle spalle; le zampine su queste possono muoversi per permettere di alzare le braccia lateralmente al massimo, e sempre in argomento zampine, come già visto sempre per Rantrox, quelle sugli avambracci si staccano e si agganciano ai lati della pistola classica argentata aggiungendo così un paio di bocche da fuoco.

( Peccato che la pistola non abbia un foro posteriore in modo da agganciarsi al cannone sopra la testa! :D )

La TRASFORMAZIONE è ovviamente semplice, con il casco che si abbassa sulla testa, i pugni che si ritraggono negli avambracci e le braccia che si spostano verso la schiena mentre il bacino ruota e le gambe si accorciano, qui "purtroppo" copiando da Shrapnel, ma tant'è!

Al CERVO VOLANTE robotico che si palesa, che gli vuoi dire? Che è fedele all'inconografia G1, con i dettagli nel retro che citano gli adesivi del giocattolo originale, il corno più corto rispetto sempre al modello del 1985, ma che sembra comunque lungo per via della base / casco, e comunque sennò nel robot era esagerato.

L'addome è un po' troppo grosso, e ancora bisogna incolpare l'accomunanza con lo stampo di Shrapnel, che lì era più giusto e fedele con queste misure, ma ancora, tant'è.

L'arma purtroppo non può nascondersi sotto il velivolo insettoide in quanto appunto non ci sono fori predisposti, quindi le tocca stare esposta sul retro superiore della bestia meccanica.

Belli anche gli occhioni tutti gialli senza strisce nere ( anche se sarebbero state cartoon accurate! ) e… basta, direi, dato che la posabilità è praticamente solo per il corno e volendo le zampine anteriori! ^^'

Infine, un altra bella e fedele trasposizione Generations del terzo Insecticon dei cartoni, magari un po' banale nella sua fedeltà, con appena il discorso delle armi combinabili, ma forse sono io che mi sono un po' stufato dei soliti personaggi riproposti e abbisognavo di qualcosa di più … magari potevano renderli combinabili, per dire, no? :D

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confessionsofabeachbarbie · 11 months

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roughghosts · 1 year

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An explosion of strong female voices. Balkan Bombshells: Contemporary Women’s Writing from Serbia and Montenegro compiled and translated by Will Firth

An explosion of strong female voices. Balkan Bombshells: Contemporary Women’s Writing from Serbia and Montenegro compiled and translated by Will Firth @Istros_books

First we meet Marijana, the daughter of a farmer who imagines a fantasy encounter with “A Man Worth Waiting For,” someone to sweep her off her feet, knowing well that the first facsimile of a “hard-working young fellow with house, land and cattle”—be that a forester with a cabin in the woods—who asks for her father’s permission to marry her will be sufficient to send her packing. Dreams will be…

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luveline · 18 days

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hi! i just remembered a scene from friends where chandler says to monica it's ok she's high maintenance cause he likes maintaining her and i think this is soooo spencer and bombshell!reader coded. you're ok with writing this as a request? love u jadey

ty (ily)!! fem!reader

Spencer’s feet ache dully with each step he takes, but you have your hand in his, and you’re pulling him along with a smile. Your smile could cure anything, he thinks stupidly. It’s completely outside of his beliefs, goes against every book on medicine he’s ever read.

“Why are you frowning?” you ask, swinging his hand as you turn the corner together.

“I’m not.”

You step closer, arm stuck to his arm, nearly one body walking together against the summer breeze. “You’re frowning, Spence. You have a very obvious pout. It is so so cute.” You lean in to kiss him quickly, his heart turning to a pitter-patter under his ribs.

“I’m tired,” he explains, not wanting you to think his bad mood has anything to do with you.

“You’ve had a long day, that’s why. When we get back to your place I’ll give you an incredible foot massage and everything will be okay again.”

“I don’t want a foot massage. My feet don’t even hurt,” he lies.

“Don’t bother.” You untangle your fingers from his and wave him away. “I know all your tells, baby boy,” —he laughs through a wrinkled nose— “nothing gets past me.”

“Why’d you choose a dry cleaners so far from your apartment?” he asks. You could’ve picked the one beside work, which has a yellow pages worth of fantastic reviews. The one second closest to his place is new but raved about at length. This dry cleaners is nearly twenty-five blocks away.

“They do things exactly how I like it, I guess. I never have to worry about it when I give them my best clothes, and it’s kind of expensive if they were to accidentally ruin something, right?” You have expensive taste; you like things sturdy, fitted, and fashionable.

“Do you think I should get someone to do my laundry?” he asks.

“You can afford it. But maybe not. There’s nothing wrong with your own washing machine and a steamer.” You side eye him carefully. “Maybe I’m over the top.”

“You’re high maintenance,” he agrees. “Is it expensive, getting your clothes dry cleaned all the time? I could pay for that.”

“What? Why would you pay for it?”

“‘Cos we’re together?” He’s more worried than dry about it. “I’d like to pay for your manicures and your hair, too, but I didn’t think you’d let me.”

“And I won’t… s’kind of nice you want to though. Really nice, um.” You’re blinking funny. “I think that’s more of a husband thing. You really want to pay for me to get manicures?”

Spencer pays for lots of your stuff because he loves you. Good food mostly, but treats, clothes, anything he might think you’re interested in, actually. He likes to spoil you. You tend to spoil him back, if not with money then affection. “I like maintaining you.”

You curl your arm through his. “That’s a funny way to say it.”

He laughs at your obvious delight. “I like taking care of you,” he admits. “You like being high maintenance, it makes you happy, and I like making you happy.”

“Thank you very much,” you say, softer now as your hand works up his neck and you turn his face to you, the sidewalk and the streetlines melting away under your warm touch. “You make me happier than you know.”

His cheeks turn pink. He doesn’t need to see himself to confirm. It’s a high statistical probability.

“Kiss?” you ask, voice still soft.

Spencer walks you back nearer to the side of a building and out of the way, his hands at your neck and waist as he leans down just a touch to close your gap. He acts selfishly, perhaps, taking your hand from his face in order to hold yours in both of his without anything in the way of it. He kisses, he breathes you in, his head tilting more heavily to the side as the kiss lengthens, lingers. You’re like a flower in his hand, blooming slowly under the effects of a little heat.

“What if you pay for my dry cleaning,” you begin, a smile evident in your voice though Spencer keeps his eyes closed. Tracing the hill of your cheek with his fingers just a moment longer. “And I pay for yours?”

Spencer thumbs along your jaw. “I don’t want anything from you, just you.”

“Well, what if I treat us to some Indian takeout tonight?” you ask. “Would you eat that? Or am I enough to sustain you, my love?”

He could enjoy being taken care of in turn, he thinks.

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slayfics · 1 month

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Idk if you’re still taking requests but i’m down bad for your writings so pls hear me out: imagine giving katsuki a lap dance but even then somehow he’s still the one who holds control over you 🤧

I’m such a lost cause i’m sorry

You give Katsuki a lap dance.

Warnings: aged up | NSFW themes

1000 words~

You puttered around the living room, putting things away and cleaning down the table as Katsuki sat on the couch reviewing some work reports on his laptop. Music played off the speaker in the corner of the living room, your playlist on shuffle.

You listened to a variety of music, so the mood changed in the living room drastically from song to song. Currently, an ambient lo-fi song played, as you walked to the kitchen to throw away the cleaning wipes you just used.

You made your way back to the living room and scanned it for any other tasks that needed to be done. Everything looked in order, but you scanned again for something to do. You wanted more excuses to be close to Katsuki's presence as he worked.

You usually weren't this clingy but lately, he had been extra busy with hero work, giving you both little alone time. Deciding the TV could use dusting you walked to the hall closet to grab the duster.

As you made your way to the TV that was across from the couch Katsuki worked on, the lo-fi song changed and another randomly shuffled song played from your playlist. This song had a much different vibe from the lo-fi song. It was a slow sultry song you often put on to hype yourself up before having sex with Katsuki.

Katsuki knew the song well, as he watched you many times come to life for him when it played. He loved how it would instantly boost your confidence, making you feel like the attractive bombshell you deserved to feel like.

Katsuki's eyes flashed to you, "Change that damn song," he demanded.

You shot him a pouty look, "You don't like it?" you asked.

Katsuki clicked his tongue, "That's not the problem. This song- and you dusting the TV like that... can't fucking focus on my work."

"So don't," you said back at him teasingly.

Katsuki raised an eyebrow at you as if to challenge you. You stalked over to him and gently grabbed at his laptop. To your surprise Katsuki let you take it from him and place it on the table.

"Can I show you what I've been practicing?" You asked, climbing onto his lap. Being that you two had little alone time the past few weeks, you had been working up something special for him. After watching a sensual music video, you decided you wanted to give Katsuki a show, specifically a lap dance.

"Go ahead- you have my undivided attention now," he said, crimson eyes staring up at you as you positioned yourself.

Even though the song was perfect, and you practiced many times alone- you felt yourself freeze up under his intense crimson glare. His eyes eagerly watched you, curious to see what you had in mind. But all confidence ran out of your body as his hands grabbed your waist, his expression as intimidating as ever.

"Well? What were ya gonna do brat?" he asked, eyebrow raised.

Your hands rested on his shoulders as you internally yelled at your body to move, but nothing happened, "I was gonna dance for you," you said shyly.

Katsuki's eyes widened, "No shit?" He exclaimed. "Go on I wanna see," he encouraged.

You took a deep breath trying to regain some of your confidence. Noticing this Katsuki encouraged you further, "Come on don't get shy on me now, I want to see what you've been practicing for me," he said playfully slapping your ass. "You look hot as fuck just mounting me so- gonna lose it when you move your hips," he said, hyping you up.

You gave a sheepish smile as you forced yourself to try. You flipped your hair back putting on the confident expression you had practiced many times in the mirror, as your grip on his shoulders tightened and you began to gyrate your hips grinding on him.

Katsuki's eyes hungrily swept over your body as it moved for him. Then you pressed off his lap sinking between his legs, hands now on his thighs as you eyed him seductively making your way all the way down to the floor.

"Oh shit," Katsuki exclaimed taken off guard by your sudden departure. Following the video you'd studied so much, you stood up and turned around, now facing the TV you caught Katsuki's reflection in the dark screen still hungrily eyeing your body. Hands on his knees for support, you swayed your hips from side to side slowly as you sunk again to the floor in between his legs.

Knees on the floor, you removed your hands from his knees and placed them in front of you. On all fours, you slowly leaned forward till your head laid seductively on the floor. Your ass now being on display, you shook it for him.

Katsuki let out a lustful groan at your movements. Feeling all your confidence rush back, you sat up, laying your head back in his lap resting in between his legs, you arched your back and ran your hands seductively down your body eliciting another groan from him.

You moved back up to his lap, still facing away from him you pressed your ass into his lap and started grinding into him, hips swirling. "Fuck," he exclaimed, the feel of you beginning to weaken his resolve.

You stood back up but squeaked out in surprise when Katsuki grabbed your waist and pulled your ass back down. "Nah- do that shit again," He demanded.

You grinded your ass into him once more, a confident smile on your face at his enjoyment.

You flipped your hair again as you turned around, mounting him with a leg on either side of him, you worked your way up his lap. Swiveling your hips into him pressing into the bulge now protruding from his pants. You brought your hands to your chest as you gave your tits a jiggle, your last move before the song ended.

Before you could ask for his opinion Katsuki picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, "Bedroom now," was all he said. Causing your laughter to fill the room.

Thank you for the request! This was a fun one to write 🤭! I hope I was able to explain the dance well enough!

Shout out to @pastelbakugou and @unofficialmuilover for letting me bug them and give me ideas while I typed this one out 😂!

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goodvibesdaria · 2 years

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Films that spotlight strong women

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pickingupmymercedes · 8 days

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Your future was Ferrari - Part 2/?

Part 1 here

summary: She was finally making her dreams come true, but as the old saying goes "when it rains, it pours" and maybe the nudge Charles gave her might get her somewhere she would never find on her own.

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Ferrari!Reader!

warnings: alusion to mature content.

wordcount: +2K

a/n: Bit of a more internal debate chapter here, but it kind had to be done. Also, would you guys mind if I put explicit description of mature content on this fic? I skipped it on the first one but was thinking that it may be needed for the next ones

As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!

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The crisp January air of Maranello was a welcome change from the desert heat of Abu Dhabi. Three whirlwind months had passed since that unforgettable night, and now, amidst the intricate tapestry of Ferrari's world, everything was beginning to feel like home—the rhythmic pulse of machinery, fervent debates over car performance, and the rich aroma of freshly brewed espresso.

One tempestuous afternoon, while engrossed in finalizing a critical report, a summons arrived from Fred’s secretary. Your heart thudded against your ribs like a frantic drumbeat as you made your way to his office. Upon entering, you were greeted not only by Fred's imposing presence but also by Charles, whose eyes sparkled with an enigmatic glint.

"Ah, y/n! Glad you could join us," boomed Fred, gesturing to the empty chair opposite him. Charles flashed you a friendly grin.

As you settled into the plush leather chair, a tidal wave of nerves began to recede. The meeting commenced with a comprehensive review of your contributions and insights into Ferrari’s new car. Then, Fred dropped a bombshell that sent shockwaves through your core.

"We've been impressed with your work, y/n" he began, his voice serious. "I already knew of your great technical understanding and a quick-thinking, and Charles here, has been particularly vocal about his…" he paused, glancing at Charles with a smile, "enthusiasm for your skills."

A blush crept up your neck. Charles cleared his throat.

A blush surged across your cheeks, painting them a vivid shade of crimson. Charles, leaning in with a playful smirk, chimed in, "As you know, we’re an engineer short at trackside. The demands are intense—the relentless travel, the grueling 24-race season—but the experience is unparalleled. We believe you'd be the perfect addition to my side of the garage."

Your mind whirred at breakneck speed. The prospect of working trackside with Charles, under the revered banner of Ferrari, was intoxicating. You couldn’t deny the thrill of being closer to the action, the adrenaline rush of race weekends. Yet, a nagging voice of caution whispered reminders of the relentless schedule and unyielding scrutiny.

"It's a lot to consider," you admitted, looking between the two men.

Charles leaned back, a playful smile on his lips. "Think of it, y/n! You’ve always wanted that, even back at Alpha. Although, you would have to face the brunt of Fred's coffee breath during briefings" he joked, earning a chuckle from Fred.

"Alright," you announced, a grin splitting your face, "I'm in!"

The joy in Charles' eyes mirrored your own. He bumped your fist with a whoop. But as you left Fred's office, Charles stopped you in the hallway, his smile fading slightly.

"Hey," he began hesitantly, "about Abu Dhabi… I got a little carried away that night. What happened between you and Lewis? I never saw you after…"

The question sent a jolt through you. Your stomach lurched. How could you tell him the truth? Shame burned in your throat as you fumbled with your thoughts. "Oh, you know" you resorted to lies, forcing a casual smile "Fan stuff. Autographs and all that."

A flicker of disappointment crossed Charles' face. "Ah, right" he mumbled. "Well, see you in Bahrain then, it’ll be nice to have you in the pit wall!"

You plastered another smile on your face. Packing for Bahrain. Excitement bubbled beneath the guilt gnawing at your conscience. You were going trackside.

The shrill ring of your phone pierced the quiet of the dawn. It was an unusual wake-up call at 6:00 AM, especially on a Wednesday mid-winter break. Squinting at the screen, you saw your dad's name and answered with a groggy, "Hello?"

The familiar booming voice filled your ear. "Y/n! Did you hear the news? Lewis to Ferrari! Can you believe it?"

You forced a laugh. "Dad, there have been rumors about Lewis to Ferrari for years. Remember that time they photoshopped him in a red suit?"

"This feels different, though! There are articles everywhere, even F1 is buzzing about it." Your dad's excitement was palpable through the phone as a wave of nausea washed over you.

You mumbled an agreement, hanging up before he could pick up on the tremor in your voice. The news hung heavy in the air, a dark cloud amidst the usual pre-season jitters.

As you went about your day, the rumors intensified. Mentions on social media turned into breaking news alerts. By lunchtime, a tense hush had fallen over everyone at Maranello. An unexpected staff meeting announcement sent a jolt through everyone.

As you walked towards the assembly hall, a colleague whispered, "Did you hear? Brackley's having a meeting too."

Dread gnawed at your insides. You knew what this meant.

The hall was packed, a sea of expectant faces illuminated by the harsh fluorescent lights. Fred stood at the center; his face uncharacteristically serious. The silence in the room was deafening.

"Everyone," he began, his voice carrying an air of gravitas, "as you may be aware, there have been a lot of speculations circulating today. Speculations that have become… well, reality."

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. You could hear the collective intake of breath from the crowd.

“Lewis Hamilton is joining Scuderia Ferrari for the 2025 season.” A triumphant glint briefly played in his eyes, but before anyone could respond the team principle continued “But, that’s not for another year. In 2024 we have Charles here and Carlos, who have given us amazing years”

The hall erupted in a cacophony of comments and stunned silence. You felt the floor tilt beneath your feet. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drum solo threatening to burst out of your chest. Lewis Hamilton at Ferrari. Your secret, your shame, was about to collide spectacularly with your professional life. You were frozen, a lone island of stillness amidst the storm.

The conversations faded into a distant hum. You gripped the edge of a chair, trying to anchor yourself amidst the emotional turmoil. You had hidden that night from everyone, from yourself even. And now you would have to possibly work alongside him.

The desert sun beat down on the Losail International Circuit in Qatar, baking the asphalt and testing the limits of both man and machine. For you, it was the third day of your first official trackside deployment with Ferrari, and a whirlwind of emotions churned within you. The initial media frenzy surrounding Lewis' arrival had subsided, replaced by the usual pre-season buzz: championship predictions, car evaluations, and the ever-present debate about the second-fastest team.

You'd managed to navigate the past two days with a semblance of normalcy. Charles appreciated your input during pit stops and strategy discussions, and Fred's reassuring pat on the back after a successful test session confirmed he hadn't made the wrong choice in calling you in. Yet, a constant undercurrent of tension ran beneath the surface. The ghost of Abu Dhabi loomed large every time you passed the Mercedes garage.

On the morning of the third day, an urge for a pre-dawn run propelled you out of bed and straight to the hotel gym. As you hopped onto a treadmill, lost in the rhythm of your steps, a familiar voice jolted you back to reality.

"Well. Look who it is." There he was, Lewis Hamilton, a smirk playing on his lips. He looked effortlessly cool in a sleek tracksuit, his dark braids damp from a workout. Your heart stuttered in your chest.

"Uh, hi." you stammered, desperately trying to appear nonchalant. You cranked up the treadmill's speed, hoping to appear absorbed in your workout.

Lewis chuckled, amusement dancing in his eyes. Briefly, he lingered by the treadmill before heading out, leaving you feeling exposed and flustered.

The rest of the day unfolded in a blur of data analysis and strategy meetings. By the time everyone else had left, you found yourself volunteering to stay back and finalize some reports. The solitude, however, was short-lived. As you gathered your belongings, a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness of the paddock.

"Still here, I see?" Lewis' voice sent shivers down your spine.

He motioned towards a secluded corner of the pitlane, and you hesitantly followed.

"Glad to see you're part of Ferrari. You failed to mention that" he began, his tone casual.

Feigning ignorance, you played along. "I don't think we've met." A single eyebrow of his arched up in a silent challenge.

"Babe," he drawled, his voice laced with amusement, "I've kissed every inch of your skin that night. We've been introduced alright."

Your cheeks burned crimson. His laughter did little to ease your mortification.

"You left pretty early the next morning," he continued, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "Didn't even leave a message. Quite the enigma" He reached into his pocket; his phone poised. "How about we change that?"

Panic surged through you as his intentions became clear. Just as you were about to stammer a response, he intervened with a disarming smile

“Relax” he reassured, his tone softening. “What happened between us was a one-off thing, if you want it to be just that. But, since we’re gonna work together next year we could find ways, I get you’d want discretion though. I won’t deny it, I had fun that night”

Just as you looked at him deciding if you bought into his sudden innocence, a voice cut through the tension.

"Y/n? Are you still here?" It was Marco, a data analyst from your department, Lewis’ face etched with confusion. Seizing the opportunity, you called out, "Yeah! Just finishing up here! Coming!"

With a fleeting glance at Lewis, who seemed momentarily taken aback, you practically sprinted towards your colleague, your heart pounding a frantic escape rhythm.

You couldn't allow yourself to be alone with Lewis, not after that. Not when the truth could come spilling out like a dam bursting. Not when he was offering you something you didn’t even know could be within your reach, something you had never even thought of being a possibility.

With each step away from the empty paddock, you faced a choice: to embrace the unknown allure Lewis offered or to just forget that anything had ever happened. The impending collision of your professional and personal worlds loomed large, leaving you to wonder: would Lewis Hamilton be worth having your world come crashing down?

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shiro-s2e2-erukinzu · 18 days

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Anime only watchers and people who aren't caught up with the Manga, BEWARE... Cuz I'm about to discuss Spy X Family Short Mission 13... You have been warned...! 👌

[SPOILERS AHEAD FROM THIS POINT ON]

This seems to be the first time that we've ever had 2 Short Missions released one after the other (I mean, after the BOMBSHELL that was dropped in Mission 96, it's no wonder why Endo is taking his time to give us Mission 97...!! 😁) But just because it's another Short Mission (and a Special Illustration), doesn't mean we don't have anything to talk about!! So let's get into it, shall we...? 😉

First up, let's talk about the Special Illustration...:

I LOVE IT SO MUCH!😍

Anya looks so adorable it and the cherry blossom scenery is STUNNING!! 😆 This is definitely a new favorite of mine!! 😁

Now on to the Short Mission, which was all about Bond...!! 😄

The family left for the day, leaving poor Bond alone and bored. But, that didn't stop him from having an eventful day...! First, a delivery man came by...:

And since no one answered the door, the delivery man left, which means Bond did his "job" and starts looking for some food, when:

HE BREAKS A GLASS AND GOES INTO ANYA TO ESCAPE YOR'S POSSIBLE WRATH!! 😂 But while he's hiding in Anya's room, THIS HAPPENS:

I was honestly confused by how Bond could hear Agent Penguinman's thoughts, but it made laugh, so...!! 😅

It seems like Bond still feels bad about attacking Agent Penguinman all the way back in Short Mission 3, so he brings the stuff animal the fish that the Forgers were gonna have for dinner as an apology...! Then, Bond thinks about his past:

This image breaks my heart so much... The people who experimented on Bond and those other dogs are awful human beings and hope that they'll eventually get what's coming to them...

Then right after that memory, Bond does this to Agent Penguinman...:

Then when the Forgers return home, Yor wonders what to the fish that was in the fridge as we cut to seeing Bond sleeping next to Agent Penguinman with the fish in front of Anya's door...! 💗

And that was Short Mission 13, a nice and sweet little chapter...! 🤗 Seeing a little more of Bond's past really hurts my soul, none of those animals deserved to suffer like that... People who hurt animals and children are the lowest of the low, so I hope that whoever was involved with those experiments is stopped completely, but only time will tell...

Also, I didn't get to say this the last time because I forgot to mention it, but...

🎊 HAPPY 5TH ANNIVERSARY SPY × FAMILY!! 🎉👏😆

I can't wait to see what Endo has in store for us next in future...!! 😁

Lastly, this Thursday, two days after my birthday...

ME AND MY FAMILY ARE GOING TO SEE SPY × FAMILY: CODE: WHITE!! 👏😆👏😆👏

So look out for my review of it...!! 😁👍

Anyway, that's all I gotta say!! So, until the next Mission... Take care, be safe out there and be kind to one another...!! LATER!! 👋😊

#spy x family #sxf #spyxfamily #spy x family manga #sxf manga #spyxfamily manga #spy x family spoilers #sxf spoilers #spyxfamily spoilers #manga spoilers #Short Mission 13 #bond forger #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #What a nice little chapter before my birthday...!! 🤗#I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE THAT I'M FINALLY GONNA SEE S×F MOVIE!! 👏😆👏😆👏😆

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collapsedsquid · 7 months

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In a bombshell report, an oversight body for the Department of Homeland Security (DHS) found that Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE), Customs and Border Enforcement (CBP), and the Secret Service all broke the law while using location data harvested from ordinary apps installed on smartphones. In one instance, a CBP official also inappropriately used the technology to track the location of coworkers with no investigative purpose. For years U.S. government agencies have been buying access to location data through commercial vendors, a practice which critics say skirts the Fourth Amendment requirement of a warrant. During that time, the agencies have typically refused to publicly explain the legal basis on which they based their purchase and use of the data. Now, the report shows that three of the main customers of commercial location data broke the law while doing so, and didn’t have any supervisory review to ensure proper use of the technology. The report also recommends that ICE stop all use of such data until it obtains the necessary approvals, a request that ICE has refused.

Always a bit awkward when the government surveillance scandal is "we used data that's publicly available for purchase which the government is not allowed to." Kinda wish there was some sort of examination of this when it happens.

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starrysharks · 3 months

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okkkk i watched the first episode of hazbin hotel and i think it has a lot of missed potential. there are actually quite a few goods - the animation for the most part is nice, the voice acting is great (especially keith david as the cat thing), and the songs are alright. the show brings up interesting concepts but the main problem is that it doesn't really execute them in an interesting way, mainly due to the way the characters are written.

every character - with the exception of alastor, charlie and nifty - has a generally "vulgar" personality, ranging from that being a primary trait to basically the entire character (based on the 1st episode alone). they're all written in a similar way, which means that character interactions are very basic funnyman/straightman endeavors with little variation - angel dust says something dumb and vaggie chatises him, or angel dust says something sexual and husk chatises him. that formula basically extends to most if not all of their interactions so far, so the dynamics between characters are similar and frankly uninteresting. angel dust especially (i really don't like him sorry) is so far just a vessel for sexual jokes, and we don't really get anything from his character other than "he's horny", which isn't really good for your first episode imo. the language the characters use is also similar so there's little humorous contrast. there aren't really "jokes" with setup and payoff - just characters saying and doing out of pocket things.

the worst example of this is with the angels, particularly adam. i think that the angel with him (lute i think?) would actually serve his purpose in the story better based on her character - somewhat regal, orderly, but most importantly uses a completely different language to the devils. this sort of contrast would've been way more interesting imo - have the angels be holier-than-thou (quite literally), talk charlie down, make her feel less than or even like a "sinner" - which would be cool because as far as i can tell charlie tries her best to be as good as possible! that would be a unique way to bring out her angry side but instead adam just acts like any other devil, even worse than them, and maybe that's on purpose but i don't think it's very cool...... it would be fun to play off the watcher's preconceived notions and ideas on angels and devils after establishing how charlie deviates from the norm, maybe even having the angels be like "wow you lashing out proves devils are all evil", but now i'm rambling...

other than that, i think the story introduces its main plot points too early. give the concept some time to breathe and establish itself before dropping the bombshell that the extermination is to be 6 months early, damn,,, but i'd have to watch every episode to give an opinion on how they handle that, which i likely won't do. i have some small nitpicks, like the weird lack of buildup to most songs and the kind of weird pacing, but in short, based on the first episode, it's just a compilation of missed opportunities and edgy swear-humor offset by some genuinely interesting and good ideas. this isn't a review of the entire series, by the way - just a "initial thoughts" thing. if you really are interested in the concept, i'd say give it a chance, but please be aware of the creator's actions before you support it monetarily. (i watched the first episode through other means as i genuinely dislike the creator due to her bigotry, of which others have described more eloquently than me - it's very easy to find "call-outs" and critiques of her actions). 4/10, where is verblase :/

#zeno's movie diary #(technically......? idk its a review)#long post #ALSO if i was a random prime user who had never heard of hazbin i'd be so fucking confused by this episode #the pilot is essentially an episode 0 and required viewing but this is never really established #there's hardly even a sort of re-introduction for long time viewers #ok thats my LAST NITPICK #there done get yhis shit out of my face now

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lhatake87 · 2 months

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⚠️ Please be advised the following content is meant for 18+⚠️

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Grimmjow (Bleach) x Reader

Trigger Warning: Possible triggers in this one shot include (but are not limited to) praise, degrading, edging, light BDSM, and alcohol.

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Agitated didn't even begin to describe how Grimmjow felt as he walked through the city. He should've known that anything Kisuke Urahara had to offer would come with a price. And an annoying one at that. Her name was Y/n. Soul Reaper turned Visord because the old perv wanted a new experiment. That was Grimmjow's take on it, at least. Urahara was the one who turned the woman.

"Why do I have to train her?" Grimmjow snapped.

Hiding behind his fan, Kisuke waved his hand, "Mr. Kurosaki is currently busy with his family."

"Tch," Grimmjow looked into the front of the store as the h/c spoke with Nel. "Why not Nel?"

As Grimmjow asked the question, the two men watched as Nel removed her bracelet, turning her into the toddler she loved to be. Grimmjow sighed at the action before sliding open the door. Kisuke didn't have to answer Grimmjow. He could feel the instability in the woman's spiritual pressure.

"Come on, runt," Nel spun around before slipping her bracelet back on. "You're going back home."

"Grimmy!" Nel was cheerful in the time of peace.

Fighting the urge to snap at the blue-headed bombshell, Grimmjow focused on his newest task. "You're coming with me, kid."

"KID?!" Grimmjow hadn't expected the Soul Reaper to bite back. "We're probably the same age!" She shouted as he moved closer.

Grimmjow didn't stop until he was less than an inch from the woman. Blue eyes drilled into e/c ones as he told her, "Still a kid." As she peered at the much taller male, she wondered if she should continue the backlash. "That's what I thought. Training room," Grimmjow turned away, "come on."

And that was a little over six weeks ago.

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"Why the fuck would he let her go out with those dumbasses," it was a rhetorical question as Grimmjow shoved his hands in the pockets of his black jeans.

While he hated his gagai, he knew he couldn't storm through the world of the living as he sought out the woman. Her spiritual pressure was close. Along with three Soul Reapers. There was something wrong. Maybe wrong wasn't the right word. Grimmjow could sense that Y/n was upset. Her spiritual pressure flared before suddenly leveling out. Quickening his pace, Grimmjow headed for the building where he could feel the woman.

Grinding his teeth, Grimmjow walked into the restaurant. He didn't have to search for the group. A certain busty blonde's loud and boisterous laugh carried through the room. Making his way through the small crowd, he caught the eyes of Y/n. E/c eyes shimmered for a moment before they were filled with confusion.

"Grimmjow?" She asked as he moved in closer. "What are you doing here?"

The three Soul Reapers, in their gagais, tensed. Renji looked to his left, where Grimmjow had stepped between him and Y/n. "Shouldn't you be in Hueco Mundo?" Renji's cheeks may have been tinted with a blush, but he quickly sobered.

Ignoring Renji, Grimmjow told Y/n, "That's my line, Kid. We were supposed to go to Hueco Mundo for training."

"Stop calling me that!" Her small shout made Shuhei and Rangiku stop their giggling.

"Maybe you should use that anger to do some fighting," Grimmjow teased. "Now, let's go."

When Grimmjow took hold of her wrist, Y/n froze momentarily. Grimmjow had a strict 'no contact' policy unless they were exchanging blows. The shock quickly vanished as she wrenched her arm from his grasp.

"I'm having fun," Y/n retorted as she crossed her arms.

Rather than turning back, Grimmjow looked Renji in the eyes. "I said let's go, Kid."

"No," she repeated her refusal.

Renji shrugged lazily, "She said no, Espada."

While it wasn't as menacing in his gagai, Grimmjow growled. It was low and throaty. Looking over his shoulder, he said, "Then why did your spiritual pressure flare?"

Renji watched Y/n closely as Grimmjow's question registered. Y/n's face fell slightly.

"What are you talking about?" Her defensive posture began to fade as she dropped her arms.

"Tch," Grimmjow let it go. "You're being a brat. Let's go."

Eyes narrowed, Y/n told him, "Make. Me."

Time seemed to pass in slow motion as Grimmjow turned around. He took the last step towards Y/n that placed him close enough their breath mingled. He could smell the sake on her. She was tipsy. It gave her a false confidence. Eyes boring into her, Y/n waited for Grimmjow's next move. He didn't have to move. The pure energy that rolled off of Grimmjow was placed solely on Y/n. It was crushing.

Y/n sucked in a breath, trying to fill her lungs with the air she so desperately needed. Watching her struggle, Grimmjow almost gave in. Then he realized that he liked it. He liked watching her become vulnerable because of him. He liked being in control of her. He liked her needing him in someway.

When Y/n's hand clutched onto Grimmjow's forearm, relief washed over her. Lifting her head, she couldn't discern the look in the male's eyes as he peered down at her.

"I'll see you three later," Y/n said meekly. "Thank you for visiting."

Whatever the Soul Reapers said fell on deaf ears as Grimmjow took hold of Y/n's hand. He maneuvered through the crowd before leaving the restaurant. Once in the street, Grimmjow wasted no time using Shinpo to arrive at Urahara's shop.

Letting go of Y/n's hand, Grimmjow entered the small building. Y/n nearly stumbled at the loss of contact. Quickly following after the brooding male, Y/n wondered what kind of torture was in store for her. They were silent as they trekked through the shop and towards the training grounds.

Once underground, Y/n began to ask, "I thought-"

Her question was never finished as Grimmjow pinned her to the wall. His long fingers were wrapped around her throat. Body pressed against her. Leg poised between her thighs as he stared at her.

"Tell me why you lied," Grimmjow seethed. "Why were you upset back there?"

Defiance and uncertainty swirled in Y/n's gaze. "It doesn't matter." Her voice was low. "It's not like you care anyway."

Another growl left the Espada. "I asked you a fucking question, you brat."

"And I don't have to answer it," she tried matching the distaste in his voice. "Quit calling me names."

As Grimmjow grinned madly, Y/n could only imagine the expression on his true self and not the doll he wore. She hated his gagai.

"You don't like being called names," his thumbs traced her quickening pulse. "Maybe you shouldn't play games you can't win, little toy."

A jolt of electricity danced over Y/n. Grimmjow felt every beat of her heart when he said the name. He had meant it as a taunting joke. He couldn't deny the spark of pleasure that ran through him as he watched her eyes dilate for a split second.

"I'm not a fucking toy, Grimm." Y/n hardly called him Grimm. She knew not to call him Grimmy. Nel was the only one who could get away with that.

"We'll see about that," Grimmjow pushed off of her. "Get out of that damn thing. I'm going to kick your ass."

Doing as she was told, Y/n only complied because she wanted to kick his ass. Grimmjow eyed the h/c carefully. Her clothes were different than usual. Rather than her Soul Reaper Shihakusho, she was dressed in human clothes.

"The fuck are you wearing?" Grimmjow asked.

Looking down, she threw her hands up, "Kisuke gave them to me. They're better to train in."

"Have you been training with that damn pervert again?" Grimmjow narrowed his eyes. "He'd be pleased seeing you prance around in that."

Smirking, Y/n crossed her arms. The white tank top made the motion bring attention to her boobs. "Jealous, Grimmy?"

"Did you just fucking call me 'Grimmy'?" The words were low as he grit them out.

As she cocked a hip, the loose black athletic shorts shifted. "Doesn't kitty want to play?"

Growling, Grimmjow lowered his stance, preparing to strike. "Kitty's going to play, alright."

That was the only warning before Y/n was tackled to the ground. The two rolled a few times before Y/n ended up with the advantage. Springing to her feet, she used Shinpo to distance herself from the angry Espada. Perhaps she had pushed too many buttons of his.

Hiding behind a rock, Y/n thought about the best strategy to defeat Grimmjow. She's never won their fights during training. And there was nothing about this fight that would be gentle. Grimmjow was going to go all out. Y/n may have been a sixth seat, but that was nothing compared to the former Sexta.

"I can smell you, my little Visord," Grimmjow was languid in his movements as he approached the boulder Y/n was pressed against. "I think I'll stick to my little toy, though."

The anger bubbled within Y/n at the taunting name. Since her spiritual pressure flared, it only confirmed what Grimmjow's nose could discern. She was behind the rock. Quietly, he climbed the structure. Peering down at the beautiful h/c, Grimmjow paused. Her pulse was stuttering as her head swiveled. She wasn't focused. Either the alcohol had gotten to her, or she was anxious.

Flipping down, Grimmjow pinned Y/n to the rough-edged stone. "You gonna tell me what your problem is?"

Gasping, Y/n drew her hand back to strike Grimmjow. Quickly catching it, Grimjoww grinned in triumph. Repeating the action, Grimmjow held both wrists against the rough stone. Y/n's breathing was as erratic as her heart as she stared into the Espada's eyes. She felt as though she was drowning in those deep pools of blue. There was no air filling her lungs. She needed to ground herself. She needed to surface again before she fell to the depths.

When Y/n leaned forward, Grimmjow froze. As he sucked in a breath, her lips met his. Grimmjow was too shocked to react at first. Stunned by the bold move that was unlike the woman. Gathering his thoughts, Grimmjow released Y/n's wrists. One hand threaded into her hair while the other pinned her hip to the stone.

Jerking back roughly, Grimmjow asked harshly, "The fuck are you doing, little toy?"

Grimmjow's eyes watched as Y/n chewed at her lip before cutting her eyes away, "I was trying to distract you enough to attack."

Giving a quick tug to Y/n's hair, Grimmjow enjoyed the spark of delight in her eyes as she gasped. "We both know you're lying, little kitty." Y/n's eyes dilated again, "Did you like that name? What about pet?" Y/n pursed her lips. "No? How about my little pet?"

When Y/n didn't move aside from her teeth grazing her lower lip, Grimmjow pressed his body to hers. The purr that escaped Grimmjow made Y/n's entire body vibrate along with him. His knee wedged itself between her legs, pressing against her sensitive clit. All she's done since her eyes met his was fantasize about having sex with him.

"Does my little pet want to play?" Something struck both of them. "I think you'll like it more than you want to admit, kitten. Does my little kitten want to play with the big bad kitty?"

To all things holy, Y/n wanted to play. Badly.

All Y/n could do at that moment was nod as she rolled her hips against his thigh. Grimmjow took a deep breath in as Y/n's scent grew heavy. It incased his senses, making his vision blur. The Espada would have to be careful to not lose control. Going feral wasn't an option with someone like Y/n. She wouldn't be able to take the brutality that was pent up inside Grimmjow. The man could admit, to himself, that the thought of fucking Y/n was more than fleeting.

The pressure against her body was suffocating. It was fueling the fire that Grimmjow had ignited. The world spun on its axis as they stared at one another. They were trying to solve the puzzle of one another. Not only that, they were trying to decipher what this would mean. Once they have sex, will that change who they are to each other? Would this be a one time thing? Grimmjow secretly hoped this was just the beginning. And Y/n, well she thought the same.

Stepping through the Garganta, Y/n grew anxious with every step they took. Calling Grimmjow's home a lair was far too fitting. Though, the home was rather spacious and filled with surprisingly expensive things. This wasn't the first time Y/n had been to his home. This was the first time she was keenly aware of his belongings.

The rug was soft beneath her bare feet. Her eyes scanned the plush looking couch and wondered if Grimmjow enjoyed soft things. Looking back on the time she's known him, he's always rubbing against fabric of some kind. He is a cat, after all.

"Are you sure about this, kitten?" Grimmjow sounded as though he was teasing. When in fact, he was rather serious about the matter.

Y/n turned her head to focus on Grimmjow. She watched as he tossed his jacket to the floor. Had she ever been in his bedroom? The thought made her chest tighten as her heart raced in anticipation. Possibly a bit of anxiety.

"You don't scare me, Grimmy," She smirked at him before pulling her shirt over her head.

Something between a snort and a growl left Grimmjow as he closed the distance between them. He was so much taller than her and she never thought about until now. He would have to lean down a bit, but his chin could easily rest on the top of her head. This only made her even more excited as she thought about the power he would have over her. She loved the thought of him controlling her. Toying with her. But deep down, she knew that Grimmjow would protect her. He wasn't a man of words. Grimmjow was a man of action.

If Y/n had wanted to continue taunting Grimmjow, it was pointless. In one swift motion, Grimmjow shredded the remainder of her clothes. As Y/n gasped, he yanked her closer by the nape of her neck.

"Looks like I hurt my kitten," Grimmjow mused as he noticed the small scratch against the top of Y/n's breast. "Let me clean it for you, pet."

Y/n sucked in a breath when his tongue traced the blood on her flesh. Grimmjow hummed happily as he continued lapping at her wound. She stood as still as possible while her eyes fluttered close at the feeling of him touching and caressing her with his hand and mouth. He was torturing her. The laps against her skin were slow and languid. He didn't seem eager to make this torture end either.

When his teeth grazed against the scratch, Y/n shuddered. Grimmjow inhaled deeply as Y/n's scent grew even heavier. She was eager, willing and all too ready for him. He wondered how long she'd been thinking of him as she fingered herself in her bed. Had she dreamt of him fucking her and woken with damp panties? Had he been oblivious to her desires? The thought made him furious. Grimmjow let his fangs pierce Y/n's flesh in an attempt at calming himself.

"GRIMM!" Y/n's scream was laced with lust as her hands flew to him. She gripped the back of his neck while her other hand was clinging to his forearm.

Blood lust satisfied, Grimmjow pulled away to begin lapping at the already bruising bite mark. "Sorry, kitten," he chuckled, "I have to taste all of you."

Those words made Y/n rub her thighs together. The aroma of her juices made Grimmjow growl deeply. Standing upright, he looked into her eyes. Both their gazes were heavy with a need that only they could satisfy. There was more between these two than either had expected. Setting aside the thought for now, Grimmjow stepped away.

Turning, he pointed to the bed, "I hope you're ready, pet." Y/n moved to crawl onto the blue velvet blanket. "I'm not going to hold back."

Only Grimmjow would have chains in his lair. Y/n shouldn't have been surprised at all. Was she truly going to let him tie her up with them? A strip of leather was tossed to the bed beside the two bundles of chains. The chains didn't look too heavy, but again, the thought of being tied down for him to worship and torture her was too alluring.

"I don't want you to," were the words Y/n offered as Grimmjow finally turned around.

If Grimmjow had a heart, it would've stopped. Y/n had spread her legs wide for him. Her hair was a mess from his grip earlier. Hands lay innocently beside her head as she gazed at him. She was waiting for him. There was no hesitation in her need to have him. Warmth filled Grimmjow at the knowledge. Of course, Grimmjow has had plenty of lovers. But Y/n, she CHOSE this. There was something different about this moment. About this woman.

Standing at the foot of the bed, Grimmjow mulled over what he wanted to do to her. "Do you want a safe word?"

Kind of surprised, Y/n grinned devilishly, "Ichigo."

"You little brat," Grimmjow gripped one of her ankles, "I'm going to enjoy fucking some sense into you. Teach you who's in control."

Yanking her leg, Grimmjow began to wrap one of the chains around her leg. Y/n hissed at the cold metal meeting her skin. He snaked the chain around her ankle before continuing up her leg. The last bit of metal was wrapped around the flesh of her thigh. Y/n hadn't noticed, but there was a hook at either end of the chain, allowing Grimmjow to lock the chain. With how tightly the chain was wound, it wasn't moving.

The action was repeated as Y/n watched Grimmjow's movements. The way his shoulders moved with each motion. His forearms as they flexed. His hands as they grazed her body. She could see the hunger in his eyes as he cut them upward.

"What's the leather for?" Y/n hesitated to ask as she saw him pick it up.

"Ask too many questions and I'll use it to gag you," his threat wasn't much of one, but Y/n decided to remain silent. "Close your eyes." Y/n followed his command. "Don't open them, kitten. Kitty is ready to play."

Y/n's mouth opened to comment about him calling himself kitty, but that didn't happen. Instead, there was a startled yelp that ended in a moan. The leather was tapped to Y/n's clit as Grimmjow pushed her legs open further. She was already seeping from her folds. Grimmjow increased the pressure with each strike to her bud.

The noises leaving her grew louder with each passing strike. The delicious feeling of the chains pressing into her added to the euphoria. Y/n swore she would orgasm if he didn't stop. There was a pause in his ministrations before Grimmjow pulled Y/n further down the bed. Her knees bent and feet dangled off the bed. When his hand wrapped around her throat, Y/n tilted her head back and gasped.

"Do you wanna cum, kitten?" Grimmjow asked as he used the leather to tease her throbbing clit.

"Y-yes," she managed to say as she rolled her hips.

"What was that?" Grimmjow gave a quick squeeze to her throat.

"Yes," she gasped.

Instead of tightening his grip on her throat, Grimmjow slapped the leather against her breasts, "I think you're forgetting something, kid."

Y/n hated the sounds she was making as she mewled with every touch from him. "P-please." Another harsh strike. "P-p-lease, Grimm!"

Feeling the weight shift around her, Y/n guessed that Grimmjow was bending forward. She wasn't sure what to expect and she tensed. One hand still at her throat, Grimmjow settled the other on her hip, pinning her to the plush bed. Startled, and sensitive, Y/n let out a soft scream when Grimmjow's tongue ran over her clit. Next he lapped at her slit before flicking her bud. She tried with all her might to buck against his mouth with ever lick he gave. It was futile.

"Stay still, kitten," another lap, "or I'll tie you down to the bed."

Those words made Y/n writhe under Grimmjow, eliciting a growl from the Espada. Moving from the foot of the bed, he walked to the side of it. Taking hold of a cuff, he reached for Y/n's hand. Slipping it on, he kissed the inside of her wrist before tightening the restraint. He offered the same treatment to her ankles and other wrist. Her feet were now planted on the floor, leaving her exposed to Grimmjow and whatever wonderful things he hand planned for her.

Standing before the beauty that lay before him, Grimmjow was stunned. Could she be any more perfect? She gave the man a headache every day he saw her. Her mouth made him want to teach her a lesson. Her body was amazing to watch as she trained. Getting to see her like this, on display, ready, willing and needy for him- he thought he might be going crazy.

In the same position as before, Grimmjow wasted no time in suckling her clit. Y/n tried to wiggle her hips in a feeble attempt to have control over the pressure. With the build up, Y/n was creeping closer and closer to the edge. Grimmjow was eager to taste the mana that flowed from Y/n as she reached her first high.

"Gr-imm!" Y/n continued to wriggle as Grimmjow refused to pull away.

In through, he wanted her to experience him as no other woman had. He wanted her to feel as though she's never had sex before. That this was how sex should feel. Y/n trembled as the overstimulation grew. Tears prickled and she wanted to blink them away, but feared that Grimmjow would be upset with her.

Languidly, Grimmjow moved to Y/n's dripping slit. He was slightly disappointed to see that he had allowed some to slide onto the blanket. He wanted to drink all of her in. His tongue was softer, kinder, as he lapped at her juice. Y/n's chest heaved with pants as she came down from the peak of the rollercoaster Grimmjow had sent her on.

"You okay, kitten?" His tone conveyed genuine concern as he pulled away.

Oh, how beautiful she was. Her chest was splotched red from the fire that danced inside of her veins. She had tugged a bit at her restraints, causing red marks to form. Those beautiful eyes were still shut as she continued to breathe heavily.

"Yes," She admitted breathlessly.

Sharp nails traced the chains that bound her, "Wanna tell me what the problem was now?"

"No," this time her admission sounded broken.

Kneading the flesh of her hips, Grimmjow told Y/n, "I won't let you cum again until you tell me, pet."

Chewing at her lip, Y/n thought of what to say. On one hand, she didn't want to tell Grimmjow what had happened while she was out with old friends. Then again, she didn't want Grimmjow to edge her either.

"I don't want to tell you," she whispered.

Sighing, Grimmjow crawled onto the bed, hovering over Y/n, "Why not?" He was frustrated with her now.

After feeling his breath fan across her face, Y/n turned her head away, "You'll think I'm weak. You won't care anyway."

That stung. It stung way more than Grimmjow had wanted it to.

"Quit being a brat," he yanked on her hair to bring her face back to his. "Open your eyes and tell me what that piece of shit Soul Reaper did."

Blinking, Y/n nearly gasped at the male above her. His hair was a chaotic mess of blue. The bone fragment was tightly clenched, signaling that his entire jaw was as well. His eyes. His eyes were heavy, laden with lust, fury and something else.

"Renji didn't do anything," she spoke softly. When Grimmjow growled lowly, she sighed. "He didn't." She repeated. "I- I was jealous. Seeing them together. Knowing I can never go back. Renji and I used to- I'm lonely."

Unable to take the broken look in her eyes, Grimmjow kissed her deeply. The action caught Y/n off guard. As Grimmjow continued to ravage Y/n's mouth, he used his free hand to yank the cuffs from her wrists. Y/n didn't fight the urge to reach for him. She was desperate for him. The look in his eyes possessed her. She never wanted him to leave her side. Hell, she never wanted him to leave her bed.

When Grimmjow gave into the temptation finally, he knew he'd be a changed... man? Espada? Whatever the word should be, Y/n had changed him. This was where he belonged. The red string of fate tied them together and there was no breaking it. No matter what or who attempted to pull them apart, Grimmjow vowed at that moment to slaughter them.

Y/n moaned heavily into their kiss as Grimmjow pushed into her. He was gentle as he eased himself into her cunt. Y/n squeezed her eyes closed at the tinge of pain that prickled her senses. Grimmjow's girth was not something Y/n had anticipated. When Grimmjow began to move, Y/n whimpered softly.

"Don't worry, kitten," Grimmjow murmured into her lips, "you won't be lonely anymore."

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