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Chapter 2 Joe Gets A Surprise 😱
Joe
The bright sun peeping through my
window caused me to groan as I
opened my eyes.
Damn,my head is pounding.
Jesus, you would think i would learn from this bullshit but I never do.
I roll over and find that the other side of the bed is empty.
Hell,it figures.
No worries.
Blondie will be back when she needs some more action.
And who better to give it to her than yours truly here.😎
Wine,dine,69......it's what I do.
I slowly emerged from my bed and fell straight on my ass as I did.
"Damn it" I muttered.
Seriously, why the hell do I do this?
I was trying to pull myself off the floor when I heard my phone ring.
Okay...now the one question is......where in God's name is my phone?
I hear it but I sure as hell don't see it.
Shit.
My phone keeps ringing as I search for it through the pile of sheets that went down with me as I fell on my ass.
All right ya little shit.....ya gotta be around here somewhere.
Finally I stood up (somehow) and staggered over to the night stand and there was the little noise maker that was not helping my aching head.
"Aha...there ya are." I smirked. "Now I'm gonna shut ya up."
With that, I picked up the phone and smirked as I spoke into it with my drunk,sultry voice.
"Hey there,sexy."
"Burrow? My God,are you all right?"
Awww shit....it's coach!
Isn't this grand?
Here i am trying to charm my way into my boss's pants!
Jesus,why????
"Oh yeah...Mr.Taylor....i'm fine as frog hair." I said,laughing a little while the biggest part of me is dying.
"Thank God, I thought you had went off the deep end." He said.
I laughed a little.
I think I might just he headed that way,sir.🤦‍♂️
"Anyway....listen....I forgot to tell you....awesome job on the field yesterday. I don't know what we would do without you,Burrow."
Me neither.😂😂😂😂😂😂ahem...JKJK.
Or am I?😏
Damn it,how the hell do I shut my brain off?
I know what some of you folks are thinking......what brain,right?
Well guess what????....you may be right. 🤦‍♂️
Luckily,with all of this shit going on in my head I was finally able to speak.
"Thank you,sir. I try. I really do."
Thank you Jesus for not letting me say something stupid!
There is hope for my drunk ass after all.🤞
'"Well, you are a blessing to this team. Behave yourself. We need you more than you know."
Oh shit he's onto me and my drinking playboy ways!
I gulped. "Yes sir"
"Get some rest today,Burrow. You deserve it."
"Thank you sir. See you tomorrow." I said.
With that,I hung up the phone and let out a huge sigh of relief.
I can NOT believe I almost hit on my coach.
God help me I really have no decency.
Fifteen minutes later, I am freshly showered and I'm now on the couch,trying to get my aching head to ease off.
Before anyone says anything...yes I have taken some freaking Tylenol.
It just sometimes takes it forever and a day to kick in.
Just as I was drifting off to sleep...the doorbell rang.
Damn it.
A dude can't get one little freaking bit of peace and quiet around here.
Sweet Jesus.
I groaned as I staggered to the door.
When I reached the door I opened it,only to find no one there.
Damn it. Probably some kids trying to prank me.
I groaned as was just about to shut the door when I looked down and saw something that I thought for sure would make me pass out right on the spot.
At my doorway sat a basket with a newborn baby laying in it.
I did a double take to make sure I wasn't seeing things.
But then.....there was also a note which read....
‘Hey Daddy please take care of me. My name is Naomi Elizabeth.’
Oh hell's bells!
First a headache...now I think i'm gonna puke.
My God,what am I gonna do?
Song of the Chapter
Tequila Sunrise by the Eagles
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mamachasesmayhem · 10 months
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Hang Your Halo • Nineteen
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Master | Eighteen | Twenty
Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x OC Beckham “Halo” Teague
Series Warnings: 18+ ONLY, minors DNI. Eventual sexy times. Brief descriptions of combat. Kidnapping. Mentions of drug and weapons trafficking. Violence. Smut with kinks (spitting, throat grabbing, hair pulling, spanking, soft dom/brat dynamics, so much dirty talk) aplenty.
It started with some off-time
Dancing in the kitchen led to red wine
Painted on your lips, and takin' my time
Kissin' it off, trail of clothes down the hall
Led to all night long
Come Back To Bed x Sean Stemaly
Beckham
Roo and Nix come over and we tell them everything we learned today.  Granted, there wasn't a lot to even tell, but we wanted to make sure we were all on the same page.  They told Jake and I about their excursion to the city and how they tried to gauge the police interactions with everyone.  It seems like they're super friendly with the locals and aren't too concerned with mild infarctions like speeding. 
We catch up while we eat, shoot the shit for a little bit, then pile up and watch a movie before Roo and Nix head home for the night.  We decided that after tonight, we'd discuss all work matters at the office.  That way, we'll be able to have all of our research laid out without worry someone will drop by unannounced and we'll have to frantically put it away.  Plus it gives us a reason to get out of the house and act like we actually have normal jobs. 
We say goodbye to our friends, and Jake has me pinned to the door the second it's fully shut. 
"Really, tiny?  Are you tryin' to kill me?!" He asks, one hand on the door by my head and the other locked onto my hip.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Bagman," I smirk in response. 
"Oh so everything you did tonight was unintentional?  Running your nails down the back of my neck while we ate, pushing your ass up against my dick anytime you had to pass me, practically sitting in my lap on the couch during the movie?  Those were all just accidental?  I'm not sure if I believe that, sweetheart." 
He had started tracing small circles on my hip as he spoke to keep me distracted, which left me unaware that he had slid one of his feet between mine.  Suddenly, he kicks one of my feet out to the side, making room for his leg to snake in between mine. 
Slightly losing my footing, I stumble forward and catch myself on his insanely muscular chest.  I look up and lock eyes with Jake, finding a thin ring of green around his lust blown pupils. I bite my lip at the sight, because holy shit that's hot. 
Jake gently brushes his thumb over my lip, pulling it down and freeing it from my teeth.  He flexes the thigh he pushed between mine, putting the perfect amount of pressure on the seam of my denim cutoffs and making a whimper escape my lips. 
"I already told you, gorgeous. Only I bite that lip, remember?  Tell me you understand."
I nod, my brain not able to process anything more than that at the moment with the way he's sporadically flexing his muscle where I need it most. 
"Words, baby girl."
"Understood...sir," I smirk at him.  His thumb still lingers at the corner of my mouth, so I slightly turn my head and slip it between my lips and bite down gently on his fingertip. 
The growl that reverberates through his chest makes a huge grin cross my face. 
"You're trouble, my little vixen.  But we both know I happen to enjoy finding myself in it, don't we?"  The double entendre is not lost on me.
I take this moment to run my hands down his chest, my eyes still holding fierce contact with his, and stop at the waistband of his gym shorts.  I tease him, barely dipping my fingers into elastic and trace a teasing line between his hip bones. 
I slide my hand down further and between his skin and boxers, then readjust the position of his already rock solid dick for better access. 
He lets out a damn near feral growl as I slide to my knees, bringing his shorts and boxers to the ground with me.
Once he's fully freed, I run my hands up and down the insides of his thighs, enjoying how his cock twitches every time I get close to it.  I look up at him to find both hands pressed against the door to hold him up and his head tilted towards the ceiling and resting back on his shoulders. 
Seeing him all torn up like this, knowing it's because of me, has my stomach tied in excited knots.  I have this huge, muscular, cocky, badass pilot quite literally in the palms of my hands. 
Deciding to finally put him out of his misery, I run my tongue up the indent at his hip and then move over to lick his tip.  He shudders and lets out a strangled gasp, which makes me grin and turns me on even more.  Teasing him, teases me and I love every bit of it.  I run my tongue around the entire length of him, giving myself a little extra slickness, before taking him completely in my mouth.
His hands quickly drop from the door to my hair, quickly gripping onto the strands into handfuls. 
"Fuuuuuck, sweetheart.  You're too fuckin good at that and I've been hard almost all day," he groaned as he guides my head at the pace he needs.  "I'm not gonna last long like this, it feels too good."
I smile, the best I can manage with my lips wrapped around his cock, and dig my nails into his thighs.  I start to move faster, the tip hitting the back of my throat repeatedly and making me gag.  I look up to see Jake's eyes roll back when I do this, and he pulls tighter on my hair, trying to pull me off of him. 
"Ah. Baby, you gotta stop. I'm-"
His words are cut off, probably forgotten too, when I run my fingernail down the seam of his balls. 
"FUCK!  Dammit, honey," Jake shouts between guttural moans.  Gripping my hair tight enough to make tears well in my eyes, he holds my head still and moves his hips with ridiculous speed until he finally finishes down my throat.  I swallow around him, making him groan as he pulls out of my mouth.  A little leaks out of the side of my mouth and I wipe the corner with my thumb, licking it off while staring Jake down. 
"Pants off. Now," he commands.
I can't help but be a smartass, so I decide to push him a little bit.
"Or what?"  I ask with a smirk. 
He reaches down and scoops me up under my arms, placing me back onto my feet. 
"Keep testing me and you'll find out.  I'm not gonna tell you again; pants. off. now.   If I have to take them off myself, you may regret it," he tells me, voice low and full of authority.  Damn is that hot. 
My mind is set on pushing his buttons.  I mean, how mad could a man who just came down my throat less than 2 minutes ago be anyway?  So I lean against the door, arms crossed and an eyebrow cocked in his direction.
"I see you've made your choice for the night and traded the halo for horns tonight, princess."   Ooooh, that's a new one.  How does everything he says make me so hot for him, dammit?!  I don't say anything, standing firm in my decision to be a brat at the moment. 
"I have a feeling you'll be regretting that decision when I don't let you cum until I decide you can, no matter how much you beg or cry for it." 
Suddenly, he drops to his knees and all but tears the button of my shorts off as he yanks them off, the black lace of my thong following immediately behind them.  Before I can even blink, he has one of my legs hooked over his shoulder, one hand firmly clasped around it to keep it there and the other pinning my hip to the door. 
My eyes widen and I let out a shocked yet excited squeak. 
"Oh, my little firecracker.  You're about to be so much louder than that," he tells me half a second before he dives into me. 
My hands quickly find his hair as his tongue lashes at me, running flat along the outside of wet heat but never dipping all the way in.  I already thought his tongue was magic when it made me come just from playing with my nipples, but this is even better.  He chooses that moment to finally part me with his tongue and push into where I'm dying to have him.  My head thunks back against the door and I moan like a porn star at the feeling. 
"Holy shit, honey.  That feels so good," I tell him, somehow managing to string a sentence together. 
My words spur him on, and I feel him smirk against me before he devours me like he hasn't eaten in weeks.  The groan he lets out makes my knee buckle and I'm only held up by his hand pressing my hip against the door and his broad shoulder underneath me.  My breathing gets shorter as I get closer, on the edge of cumming.  Electricity zaps through my veins, and just as I'm about to let it consume me, he rips his mouth away from me.
I scream in frustration.  "Dammit, Bagman!  I was almost there!"
I attempt to shove at his shoulders to push him away from me, but my leg latched onto him doesn't allow it.  He looks up at me, his normally moss green eyes darkened to match the color of the forest at night.  His lips are shiny, providing physical proof of how close I was.  His tongue peeks out, running from one corner of his lips to the other, as he closes his eyes and moans. 
"Mmm, I was right.  You do taste like honey.  Are you ready to be a good girl and follow directions yet?" He asks me with his stupid, annoying, hot smirk. 
I look down at him, mad as hell that he ripped my orgasm right out of my grasp.  "No, you dick!" I reply angrily, still panting from my almost release.  This only causes him to smirk as he slowly rises from his position on the ground.  Once he's back up to his full height, towering over me, he grabs my hips and spins me.  I hiss at the slight chill of the door against the bare, overheated skin of my hips.  Shifting my eyes to look at Jake, he pushes his full body against me and pins me completely to the door.
"Try again, angel," he coos in my ear. 
"I said what I said," I snark back.
"I tried to give you one more chance, remember that," he murmurs before pulling back.
I immediately miss his warmth against me, but that's short lived, because he rears back and lands a solid slap to my ass.  I yelp, starting to turn to give him a piece of my mind. He places his palms on me, one between my shoulder blades and and the other firmly on my hip.  He pushes my body forward while tilting my hips back. 
"Both hands on the door," comes his gravelly demand.  Something in the tone of his voice has me complying before I can process what I'm doing.  "Much better sweetheart.  Now, how many times did you run that perfect little mouth or not do as I asked?  5, was it?"  I nod. 
"Ok gorgeous, you get 5.  Remember, you don't cum until I say you can.  If you behave, I'll give you what you want. Understand?"  Jake asks me.
"Yes," I reply, looking over my shoulder.  The man looks so damn good right now.  Hair disheveled from running my hands through it, shirt crumpled, pants somehow back up over his hips, eyes dark and locked in on mine like I'm a target. 
"You're gonna give me a color based on how you feel between them. Obviously red means top, green means good to go, yellow means pause for a second.  I don't want to hurt you more than what feels good, so promise me you'll be honest?"  The look on his face screams sincerity.
"Pinky," I promise, holding my finger out to him.  He smiles and locks his little finger with mine, then his face falls back into a look of sheer control.  I brace myself against the door, expecting a slap similar to the last one.
Smack!
That one was stronger than the last, but I'm still ok.
"Green!"
Smack!
"Still green!"
Smack! Smack!
He lands two strikes back to back and I can't contain the moan that escapes.  "So green cowboy," I tell him. 
The last blow is the hardest, and I know I'm gonna have a hard time sitting down tomorrow.  I choke on a sob of pleasure and feel my own wetness reach the tops of my thighs with how turned on I am. 
"Ok, pretty girl.  Are you ready to behave?" He asks. 
I'm basically a babbling mess at this point and would agree to just about anything.  "Yes, daddy!" comes my automatic response. 
My eyes widen when I realize what just slipped from my lips, and I'm being turned back around in a flash.  For half a second, I'm worried that freaked Jake out so much that he'll never come near me again.  That fear vanishes the second I see that cocky mother fucking smirk appear on his face. 
"Mmm, I think I like how that sounds coming from you.  We'll have to explore that later though, because I have other plans for you," he tells me as he leans back in and smashes his lips on mine. 
Teeth click and tongues lash against each other, his hands moving to the backs of my thighs and lifting, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.  My back is pressed against the door once again.  I move my hands to the hem of his shirt and do my best to pull it up and over his head.  I get as far as the death grip my legs have around his waist before he takes over, ripping his shirt the rest of the way off then quickly discarding mine along with my bra.   He holds me up with one hand, using the other to push his shorts and boxers back down. I try to be helpful and push the elastic down with my heels. 
Soon we're both completely naked and I can feel his hard cock against me.  I'm slightly shocked at how quickly he bounced back, and then I'm so happy that he's in such incredible shape thanks to being an elite pilot.  I decide to show my appreciation for his rapid regeneration.
"Holy shit, Hungman.  Your rebound rate is impressive!"  I groan, pulling his head towards my neck and hoping he gets the picture. 
He does.
He immediately starts kissing and sucking small marks into my skin, and I arch my back, pushing my chest into his.  He shudders at the feel of the metal of my piercings pressing to his chest.  Last time we had sex he told me it felt amazing, so I've tried to press them against him as much as possible.  I shift my hips in hope of slipping down the door a little bit to find friction against him, and am rewarded with a delicious groan from Jake as my pussy slips against his cock.  He quickly shifts, sliding completely into me with hardly any resistance.  I gasp at the full feeling, the head of his cock seamlessly finding the sensitive spot near my cervix. My arms snake around his neck, his lips having already found their way back to my collarbone. 
"Holy fucking shit, Jake!  You feel so good," I whine as my head falls back against the door again. 
"You do too, angel.  Made just for me, a perfect fuckin' fit, baby girl." He pants in between thrusts.
"Honey, I'm close," I warn.  Him just sliding into me, filling me is about enough to do me in. 
"Hold it, I meant what I said," the authority in his voice shining through again.  I nod, somehow managing to stave off my impending climax.
Jake slowly draws his hips back and pushes back in, lighting every nerve ending of mine on fire.  Adjusting his hands, one locks under my knee and pulls it up to rest high on his waist, the new angle pushing him even deeper inside me.  The other rests along my neck again and he pulls my lips to his. 
"Faster, Jake.  Please," I beg. 
Shifting his feet, he rams his hips up harder and rolls them at the top, making me scream.  Whether it was in pleasure or frustration, I'm not sure.  Probably both.  He keeps this pace for what seems like an eternity and I can't take much more. 
"Jake!  Baby, please. Please let me cum.  It hurts so bad," I sob.
"I told you, Beck.  Not until I decide, no matter how much you cry or beg. Hold. It."
I'm a sweaty, dripping mess when he finally decides I've had enough.  He knocks the leg he wasn't holding onto off of his hip and I rest the ball of my foot on the floor.  Once I'm balanced, he grips the calf of the leg still around him and pulls it up, the bend of my knee over his shoulder and my foot dangling against his back.  My hands drop to his forearms to hold on for dear life.  I wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors called the cops at this point with the obscene noises that have escaped me. 
"Almost there, baby.  Just hold on a little bit longer," Jake breathes in my ear. The southern drawl kills me and brings me that much closer.  He starts pounding into me in a rapid rhythm.  "Ok honey, you can let go now.  Cum all over my cock. Now!"  He growls, the permission from him unlocking a level of ecstasy I didn't know existed.  I cum with a scream, my nails sinking into his skin. He tips over the edge right after me, releasing a moan that will no doubt reappear in my dreams for the rest of my life.  He fills me as he cums, so much so that it overflows and drips down my leg. 
We catch our breath and he pushes my sweaty hair off of my face.  The look he gives me is full of adoration and I don't think I'll ever get enough of it.  "Learn your lesson, darlin'?"  He asks. 
"For now, you'll probably have to teach it again at a later date," I giggle.
"You really are trouble, woman.  Let's go get washed up and crash.  Wanna watch something in bed?"  Jake asks, bringing my legs back to his waist from their respective places on the floor and over his shoulder. 
"Ooooh, wanna watch the new Dahmer series on Netflix?  And maybe some ice cream too?" I suggest. 
"Ice cream and serial killer shows.  You're the woman of my dreams!" He laughs and kisses the top of my head as he carries me to the shower. 
This is damn near perfect, I think to myself.
Twenty
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Project Veda | The Last Bus AU
Chapter 1: The Beginning of The Beginning
Warning: Strong language, sexual content, minor spoilers for season 1 of The Last Bus (just in case you didn't watch the whole thing).
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"I'm pregnant, doc."
Those were the words that really started the story. But I know you all love a good meet-cute, sexy encounters, the beginning of the beginning, so here we go.
One particular day of one particular summer, Eugenia Gilbor, a 22-year-old mechanical engineer who had just graduated from King's College, started working at Monkhouse Dynamics. That had been her dream job ever since she graduated high school, being the environmental activist she was. And I guess you all already know where this is going, right?
If you must know, our protagonist was tall and curvy, she never worried about her weight even though people around her seemed to. Her brown hair was short, right above the shoulders, and her green eyes were blah blah blah. The point is, she was a beautiful girl who didn't really like to be called beautiful.
She'd much rather receive compliments on her brains, hiding behind her glasses and boring clothes to run from everyone's watchful eyes. Only, life isn't an early 2000s teen movie (unfortunately), and wearing glasses and boring clothes, didn't make her any less attractive to anyone.
"Oh shit!" a man cried as a flying drone crashed against a pile of parts supposed to be used when building the prototype for Monkhouse's next great invention: a robot that would be able to perfectly, quickly, and efficiently separate materials that were usually stuck together and couldn't be recycled for that reason, like milk cartons lined with plastic.
"I spent the last three hours gathering these for the prototype! Are you fucking mental, mate?" Eugenia groaned, staring frustrated at the pieces now scattered on the floor, some of them broken.
"I'm- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
"You didn't scare me! The only thing that scares me is your stupidity! I've been working my ass off on this thing and you just... Doctor Monkhouse will be so angry, I'm not taking the blame for this! You better believe I'll pull the security footage, you're going down, half-wit!"
"I don't think that'll be necessary," the man tried very hard not to laugh, which only made her angrier.
"What? You think this is funny?"
"I do, a little bit."
"What's so funny? The fact that we could both lose our jobs?"
"No, I just don't think Doctor Monkhouse will be that angry."
"And why not?"
"Because I am Doctor Monkhouse."
"Y-y-you are Dalton Monkhouse, oh my gosh," Eugenia covered her mouth, blanching in the face. "I'm so sorry, I'll get my things, do you want me to drop by HR, or do you just want me gone?"
"No, don't go, it's fine," he chuckled and for the first time, she could see how beautiful his smile was. "It's been a while since someone scolded me like this, it's good for the ego."
"I didn't mean to, I'm just so stressed, I really wanted to do everything right, sir. I am a huge fan of yours, I always heard about the amazing Monkhouse, I just didn't imagine you were so-"
"Young?"
"Fit."
"Oh," he froze for a second before a smile twisted his lips. "Thank you... Eugenia," he tilted his head to read her name tag.
"You can call me Genie, everyone calls me Genie," she fixed her glasses, finally kneeling to pick up the broken parts.
"Let me help you with that," Dalton joined her. "It's not a big problem, we can get everything back together in no time. I was just testing this new pollination device, but it needs a few adjustments, as you can see."
"I imagine that's your way of dealing with the whole bee crisis. Soon the little fellas won't be able to keep up. That's a really smart idea, sir."
"I know..." he nodded with a smirk. Monkhouse doubted a lot of things about himself, but never his intelligence. "Genie, can I get you something to drink?"
"I'm okay, I wasn't that startled," she mindlessly answered.
"No, I meant like a coffee or a beer after work, as a thank you for the... Scolding," Dalton teased. "And to apologize for what happened. That's probably not a good first impression of your boss."
"I see," Genie swallowed, unsure if she should accept, doing that sort of thing with someone from work was always tricky, let alone the boss. "Like a date?"
"Uh, maybe? Actually, how old are you? You're old enough to rent a car?"
"No, not quite," Eugenia murmured.
"Will you be able to in the near future? Let's say, if you went to the States, would you be able to drink?" he asked, doing what he could to avoid actual numbers, too scared she'd say no once she found out how many years hid behind his baby face.
"Yes, I could," she laughed.
"Grand! Then yeah, a date."
"Do I get the option to say no or am I gonna lose my job?" Genie narrowed her eyes.
"Of course! You can say no, it's totally okay!"
"I'm just kidding, doc, I'd love to go."
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After that date, many others came. Even though Monkhouse was a cynical crazy scientist type, he felt like letting his guard down with Genie. She truly understood him and matched his wits, which not many people could do. With her, he was the best version of himself, which is nice, but also dangerous, because she never had the chance to see what he was like when she wasn't around.
When the two lovebirds met, Dalton was already working on the concept of an orb that could convert organic matter into digital data. He planned to do a huge campaign, trusting his charisma and excessive amounts of money to convince everyone to collaborate and go into cryogenic sleep until the planet had some time to recover. It was a very ambitious idea, but he thought it was obvious that everyone wants a better world.
Fourteen months after their first encounter, the couple got married and went on honeymoon to the Galápagos, both equally passionate about nature and preserving it. But only a year after that, the story decided to really begin.
"Good morning, doc," Genie placed her hand on her husband's chest, kissing his forehead and wrapping her legs around him. "I gotta go to work, but tonight I have something really important to talk about."
"Nooooo, don't go, don't go to work," Dalton groaned, turning to embrace her.
"I have to," she giggled as he leaned against her chest, using her breasts as a pillow. "I'll be late if I don't leave now."
"Your boss told you to take the day off."
"No, he didn't..."
"He is now."
"Oh, I see, the boss wants cuddles too?"
He simply nodded, smiling against her skin, knowing how easy it was to get what he wanted, she could never resist his charms, and he didn't even need to pull the puppy dog eyes this time.
"What do you wanna talk about? Is it about work?" he asked, opening his eyes. "You're not quitting on me, are you?"
"No, it's a surprise."
"Come on, Genie baby! You know I'm no good with surprises, I can't wait, my curiosity always gets the best of me!"
"Not if I can distract you," Eugenia rolled over, getting on top of him, leaning over to kiss her husband while untying the sash of her robe. "Don't think about anything, doc, just think about me."
"You have very compelling arguments," he sighed, letting her unbutton his shirt and kiss her way down his chest. "I love being married to a morning person..."
Humming satisfied, Genie looked up at her husband while her fingers danced around the elastic of his boxers. She wanted him to beg, he knew she wanted him to beg, but he liked playing hard to get.
"Go on, love," he stretched, his arms behind his head as he watched her every move.
"Ask nicely, doc."
"Hmmm..."
"I could always leave and go to work if you prefer."
"Alright, alright," he huffed playfully. "Please, darling."
"Good boy."
As his wife teased him, gently pressing her lips to his inner thighs and sending heat rushing through his body, still Dalton couldn't relax. He kept thinking about what she could possibly want to talk about, she said it was a surprise, but his gut never lied and he felt like whatever she had to say had to be much bigger than he imagined. Something beyond even his comprehension, a cosmic surprise.
"Honey? Why aren't you getting hard?" Genie asked with a frown. "Did I do something wrong? Are you not in the mood?"
"No, that's not it," he shook his head, sitting up. "I just can't relax. Please tell me what you wanted to talk about, just tell me and we can move on."
"I told you, I wanna say it later."
"I won't be able to enjoy it until you tell me, so can we just get it over with? I'm nervous."
"Fine! I was gonna wait until dinner and it would be all romantic, but mister pragmatic couldn't wait so... I'm pregnant, doc," Eugenia whispered.
"Y-you're- We're having a baby?"
"That's usually what happens, yeah," she laughed.
"We're having a baby!" Suddenly these words didn't sound so scary. Probably the older you get, the less threatening they are for some people. "A little genius like me!"
"Someone's full of themselves! But yes, we are."
"Shit, I need to get to work," he jumped out of bed. "Uh, stay naked, I just need to write some stuff down, I'll be back in a minute and I promise to get hard this time."
And get to work he did, knowing that finishing the orb, the Genie orb, was his main priority. If they were having a kid together, this kid deserved to grow up in a better world than this.
He made enough mistakes in the past, he had to get it right this time, what sort of man was he? Already a lying one, or an omitter, he simply couldn't let Eugenia down again. Sometimes he wanted to tell her and share his past with her, but with certain things, the longer you take to say something, the harder it is to say it, so he kept quiet.
That's why Monkhouse gave up on the campaign, it didn't matter if people wanted to collaborate or not, they would have to. He owed this to himself, to his wife, and to his kids.
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BnHA Chapter 313: Deku VS Lady Nagant
Previously on BnHA: Hawks’s super-hot badass murder senpai Lady Nagant showed up to fire a cupid’s arrow into my heart, and a bunch of literal bullets into my son. Deku was all “oh shit it’s Hawks’s super-hot badass murder senpai, what do I do, let me think back to Hawks’s advice for a sec.” Flashback!Hawks was all “anyway Deku so if my super-hot badass murder senpai ever shows up you’re basically screwed so you’d better abscond the fuck out of there.” Present!Deku was all “lol idek why I flashed back to that conversation since I’m just going to do the exact opposite of what Hawks said” and charged directly toward Nagant because WHY NOT. Overhaul was all “waah I need to get back to my boss who I put in a coma out of love” and Nagant was all “jesus christ why did I even bring you here” and had a flashback to AFO who was all “ILU NAGANT IMMA GIVE YOU AN EXTRA QUIRK SO PLEASE CAPTURE DEKU FOR ME PLEASE AND THANKS” and yeah. Shit is all over the place right now and I love it.
Today on BnHA: All Might gets attacked by a pair of discount assassins and is all “Call an ambulance! ...BUT NOT FOR ME” and it’s really badass but also I really wish he would stop tempting fate like this. Lady Nagant is all “[casually flies around town shooting shit]” and I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t read an entire chapter of just that. Deku is all, “[gets shot (≥_<)]” and releases a giant Smokescreen which prompts En to show up. En is all, “( •᷄⌓•᷅ ) (⌣̀ Δ⌣́) ( •̀_•́ )σ (¬、¬) (눈_눈)” which I consider to be a high point of both the chapter and of my life. The chapter ends with Deku using the Third’s quirk to launch a bunch of random objects at Nagant so that he can jump up and grab her arm all sneaky-like, and I’m sure this is going to prompt another week’s worth of discourse that I don’t care about at all, but fuck it, I’m having a good time.
OH WE’RE CUTTING BACK TO ALL MIGHT WELL THAT’S NICE I GUESS. CONGRATS ON NOT BEING DEAD
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you named your car??
you named it Hercules??
I love you so much??
please marry me you giant fucking dork???
lmao speaking of huge fucking dorks
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who the fuck are you clowns. la dee da we’re gonna murder All Might with our synchronized spear attack!! I mean... they’re clearly trying their best... maybe I should just be nice and politely hype them up like All Might is so clearly trying to do
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like okay, but we all agree that this is actually the least intimidating attack any of us has ever seen, right?? these guys zipped up their hoodies all serious-like and are trying to attack All Might and Hercules with their Walmart tiki torches, but just, no?? right?? like the only way this could possibly be effective is if they were trying to kill All Might with secondhand embarrassment
“those are assassins” this is a VERY generous assessment, All Might
OH MY GOD THE TIKI TORCHES ACTUALLY KILLED THE FUCK OUT OF HERCULES
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[slaps roof of car] this baby can fit so many weaponized festive backyard lighting solutions in it
and yet, even after watching this with my own two eyes, I still can’t take these dudes seriously. idek what it is. anyways r.i.p. Hercules, I loved you a lot but I guess you weren’t actually a very good armored car were you
omg they didn’t know it was All Might??
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okay 1) for a moment there I was like “oh hey maybe they’re not so bad after all” but then a moment later it was like “ah nope, they are.” like, that was an interesting .06 second emotional journey there. anyways 2) All Might you have my permission to kick their asses for this disrespect, and 3) anyone else all of a sudden getting “wouldn’t this be an interesting time for Stain to suddenly show up” vibes?? no?? just me???
(ETA: hmm tbh I’ve still got those vibes and they haven’t gone away lol. Stain?? you out there buddy?? do you want to be cool for just once in your life. ball’s in your court pal.)
OH SNAP ALL MIGHT ARE YOU REALLY GONNA DO IT ARE YOU GONNA KICK THEIR ASSES
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PROTECTIVE DAD MODE ACTIVATED?? BECAUSE YOU KNOW I’M HERE FOR THAT SHIT, SO YEAH, FEEL FREE
omg he’s shouting at them about how much Deku has suffered lmao and they’re just like falling over from being scolded
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so they have absolutely no idea what he’s talking about though, right? “SIR THIS IS A WENDY’S” well whatever, you killed his pet car so he’s in a bad mood now
OH MY GOD
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LIKE, JUST SO WE’RE ALL CLEAR, THESE FOUR PAGES SO FAR HAVE MADE ALMOST ZERO SENSE. LIKE MAYBE 2% SENSE TOPS. BUT ASK ME IF I CARE. GO AHEAD AND ASK. I SAID GO AHEAD, IT’S OKAY. ...NO I DON’T CARE AT ALL THANK YOU FOR ASKING
(ETA: also, the more I look at this panel, the more I’m just like, why the hell would you phrase it like that though, sob. way to doubly tempt fate?? are you trying to give Horikoshi a challenge??)
and now back to Deku who is randomly bouncing around the city and narrating it to himself just in case he was confused about why he was doing this
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who are you talking to Deku. but thanks we appreciate it
man you gotta love that overconfidence. the smartest guy in the world warned you away from this lady, so SURE, LET’S RUN RIGHT UP TO HER. “I APPRECIATE YOUR INPUT, FLASHBACK!HAWKS, BUT I’LL TAKE IT FROM HERE” well okay then!!
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I think it would be funny if RHA.com put little Buzzfeed-style polls in between the chapter pages so they could survey people at random intervals as they read their way through the chapter. like, you finish this page and then there’s a little poll there asking “do you think Deku’s plan of catching up to Lady Nagant and finding out where Shigaraki is will work?”, and you click “no” just like everyone else and then nod as the results show that 97% of your fellow readers also picked “no”, and you chuckle to yourself wondering how many of the 3% accidentally clicked on the wrong option by mistake, and then you keep on reading
ANYWAY, SO
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HOW’S THAT PLAN WORKING OUT FOR YOU SO FAR DEKU. nice kick, though!!
omggggggg
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ouch
update: Deku’s plan not really working out. sources tell me my boy has been fucking shot. this is an ongoing story and we will keep you posted with the latest developments as they come in
wait what
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feel free to explain to the rest of us what all of this “UNLESS...” and “THAT POSSIBILITY...” shit means anytime, Deku
oh lol did he realize she could fly??
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BREAKING NEWS UPDATE, CNN’s John King reports that Deku is still fucked. eyewitness reports now coming in that Nagant is doing no-look shots and basically not even giving a fuck. sources described her mannerisms and expression as “sexy, but in like an effortless sort of way.” we will continue to bring you the latest
so now there’s basically an entire page of Deku being all “ah fuck so she’s basically closing in and she could already hit me with impossible accuracy even from Far Away, so if that’s the case then her being Up Close is probably going to be even worse!” making good use of that Big Hero Brain there, Deku
so now what, you’re doing some kind of spiraling kick thing?? how is that going to help
oh lol he’s using Smokescreen to create some cover. aww, good for you Deku you named one of your Smokescreen attacks
OH NO LADY DON’T TELL ME AFO DIDN’T EVEN FILL YOU IN ON THE BASICS
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seriously, AFO?? you basically told her what Deku’s exact strategy was going to be but then couldn’t be assed to drop that little, small, barely notable piece of knowledge that Deku is rocking multiple quirks?? is it supposed to be a secret or something?? you dropped the ball here man
damn this is getting intense now
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(ETA: the way En is poking Deku’s head in that first panel is fucking sending me, I love this guy so much omg.)
well then what are you planning, Deku?? I’m actually really curious!! I am genuinely starting to be invested in this fight scene not only in the “wanting to see who wins and how that impacts the plot” sense, but also in the “wanting to see how it happens because the choreography and strategy is actually pretty cool” sense, which honestly hasn’t happened for quite a while now! this is fun
anyway so what’s up Deku, are you going to use another quirk?? I’ve been speculating that he hasn’t actually unlocked the last two yet (since Two and Three didn’t exactly seem convinced when we last saw them), but maybe I’m about to be proven wrong
(ETA: well he clearly has Three’s obviously, but Two’s is still MIA, and that’s the one I am of course the most curious about. that’s the one we’re all curious about, let’s be real.)
OH SNAP???
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AHHHH I’M HYPED LOL. ANOTHER SHINY NEW QUIRK LOL SHOULD I PUT UP THE USUAL DISCOURSE DISCLAIMER
(ETA: so yeah, after thinking on it, I’m not gonna say “please no Deku discourse on my blog” this week, but I probably will ignore any discourse that does come my way though, just because I don’t have much interest in getting involved in what would probably be a pretty repetitive discussion. like, I can just sum up my opinions (which is what they are) here instead. in fact here they are lol:
1) I like the SIXQUIRKS and I like seeing Deku be a badass.
2) I also don’t think Deku is too OP. more like he’s exactly as OP as he needs to be at the moment, given that we’re approaching the end of the series. I expect the other kids will also be pretty damn OP when we see them fight again. we’re just at that point now where they’re all badasses (as well they should be; they’ve grown a lot and they deserve it). it’s just that Deku’s the one we’re getting to see right now.
3) of course I miss Kacchan and the others, but for me this vibes much closer to the MVA arc where even though I missed them, I was still having a blast (as opposed to the dark days of the Basement arc where I was pretty much losing it lol). like, even though Kacchan’s my favorite, I still love Deku a lot and this arc has been amazing for him getting to shine on his own (for like the first time, really).
4) y’all know I love the OFA plot and I’ve never been shy about that lol. I like all of the Vestiges a lot. Banjou and his over the top personality; En and his “guy you thought would be serious and :| all the time but is actually hyper-animated and ALL OVER THE PLACE” energy; Shiro who actually is a :| sort of guy lol; Three who I still expect will be fleshed out in a more detailed flashback at some point; and of course Two, who, well. you know what I think about him lol. Bakuverse is still on the table and I’m still hyped. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that we still have yet to see Two actually talk to Deku (as opposed to talking to the other Vestiges while Deku is distracted). did he lend him his power yet?? or is he still holding out?? either way it’s definitely going to be a Big Thing when it finally happens and I can’t wait to see it.
5) Lady Nagant is Everything and just because Deku grabbed her arm doesn’t mean the fight is over yet lol. Overhaul hasn’t come into play yet either. not to mention that even if the fight is over, the “where do we go from here” part still has me excited either way. her connection to Hawks and the HPSC is very intriguing and we’ve barely touched on that as of yet; she definitely has more of a role to play in this.
6) last but not least, I feel like every week the discussion is all about how much focus Deku’s getting, and how OP he is or isn’t, and OFA this and OFA that, but meanwhile I’m actually so invested in the character development here though?? the way Deku has distanced himself from everyone (except for the Vestiges, because of course they’re already dead so it’s not like they can die again lol)?? the way he’s pushing himself far too hard and we can see the shadows in and under his eyes, and the fact that he never smiles, and even All Might has remarked on how he isn’t taking care of himself at all?? the fact that he’s so single-mindedly obsessed with focused on stopping AFO?? the fact that he’s still the same sweet old Deku despite everything and was so kind to that fox lady with the umbrella, but there was also something so sad about that scene because it felt like a reminder of the type of hero that he wants to be, but that he’s not allowed to be right now?? because the stakes are too high and the world is falling apart?? and he feels like he’s the only one who can do something about it?? and that he has to be?? and that he is putting so much pressure on himself right now, and it’s absolutely too much pressure for any one person to bear, and I feel like no one is fucking talking about this lol goddammit.
anyway so yeah. I have feels about this, and every week that slow-burn angst is getting more and more intense behind the scenes, and I feel like it’s all going to hit a breaking point eventually. sooner rather than later. it really feels like a mirror of Katsuki’s post-Kamino arc. where all that angst was just churning below the surface for like twenty chapters and then it finally was like “okay it’s time” and it all came bursting out and we got the best five chapters of the fucking series (in my admittedly biased estimation lol).
basically, I know that most of fandom is billing this as either the “villain hunt” arc or the “solo Deku SIXQUIRKS fighting arc” or whatever. but for me, it’s always been and still is the Deku Angst arc lol. the cool fights are a sexy bonus (the worldbuilding less so because even though it’s interesting to see society at such a low point, it’s also very depressing and gets old pretty fast), but for me the thing that’s really keeping me engaged chapter after chapter is seeing Deku like we’ve never seen him before. seeing him all quiet and withdrawn and brooding and focused on AFO, AFO, AFO, and seeing that “he just doesn’t take himself into account” mentality taken to extremes. I am invested in that. I’m soaking up that angst each and every week, and I’m invested in seeing what comes of it. it’s a big picture thing. week to week this arc might just seem like a bunch of villain fight scenes, sure. but Deku’s emotional journey is the thread that’s going to carry this arc through from beginning to end, and for that I’m willing to be patient.
anyway that turned into a BIG OL’ RANT there but yeah! so those are my thoughts on the disk horse as it currently stands. and like I said, I’m open to discussion, but tbh I will probably just wind up repeating these same talking points endlessly so just a fair warning lol.)
anyway so Three says Deku has yet to use his quirk at ALL but now he’s trying to combine it with another quirk?? damn. also please check out En’s face here you guys
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En launching a sneak attack up my favorite character list by the sheer power of his expressions alone. he really knows how to make the most of his screentime
OH DAMN DEKU
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at this point the 3% from that hypothetical poll earlier are starting to feel prettttty damn smug, I’ll bet. well shit
what in the fuck
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?? so like releasing his chi or whatnot?? isn’t that basically just like base OFA all over again?? also Deku did you seriously just apologize to Gran’s cape
update: Nagant has turned her eyeball into a gun
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hm. hmmmmmmm. ...okay yep, still somehow sexy
anyway so she’s just floating up there building suspense, as one does. lord I sure hope she has good reflexes because something tells me she’s going to need them
OH SNAP HE THREW GRAN’S CAPE AS A DECOY WHAAAAT OKAY THAT’S SOME SMART SHIT DEKU
LOL SHE’S MAD NOW
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JESUS CHRIST SHE JUST NEVER TAKES A GODDAMN BREAK FROM BEING AWESOME HUH
DEKU ARE YOU JUST THROWING EVERY DAMN THING IN YOUR INVENTORY
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but without the cape and the hood how will you continue to look like an enigmatic badass. you really can’t. which means we might finally be moving on from the wandering nomad part of this arc, stay tuned
LOL YOU MANIAC
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I hope he went full Kacchan with the dialogue there. his face sure looks like it lol. popped out of a building all mad fdskljlkj omg
well this was fun, shit. I still have basically no idea what Three’s quirk does though lol. like, can he use it to charge up objects with kinetic energy or something?? but then what was all of that talk about combining it with one of the other quirks?? or was that just because he was using Smokescreen at the same time??
(ETA: having seen and read an additional half-dozen explanations of Three’s quirk, I can say with confidence that I still have basically no idea what it is or does.)
anyway so!! Deku is a badasssssss but something tells me not to count Nagant out just yet even so. also I really enjoy seeing Deku flip out on people like he doesn’t have a fucking hole in his torso because it reminds me of A CERTAIN SOMEONE and I always love to see him channeling that feral energy; I feel like it’s been a while
anyways good luck to you both!! I truly wish that both of you could win. but if not, then maybe you can at least become friends instead. you have so much in common, you both can fly and have multiple quirks and you’re both badasses, and plus it would just be really funny to see the look on Hawks’s face lmao
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Yeah, My Boyfriend’s In A Band
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guitarist!todoroki x fem!reader
summary: something straight outta wattpad! you go to a rock band’s concert and stand front row of the stage. The band’s vocalist /guitarist catches your eye and.. well, the rest is history! this is the story of how you first met.
author’s note: soooo.. how yall been? i kinda said fuck it to the schedule i made. why force myself to make content when I just can’t ya know? I’d much rather upload content when it’s at it’s best. so enjoy! I used some lyrics from some of my favorite rock songs for this, can you guess em? Also the art work above isn’t mine!
warnings: smut (duh.), drug use (weed), size kink, pinch of daddy kink, spitting, degradation
It was a hot Saturday night. You were all dressed up and excited to see your favorite heavy metal band the Diaspora play in your city. You were a huge fan, their posters adorned your bedroom walls. You’ve been a fan since they first came out as a cover band.
The members were all pretty fuckin cute, especially the band’s front man. Todoroki Shoto.
He was so handsome; black and red half and half hair, grey sullen eyes, the sexy scar on the left side of his face only adding to the edginess of his visage. His tattoos coated his left arm in a sleeve, his eyebrow pierced as well as his lower lip. He was fucking hot. Obviously not the kind of guy who would pay any attention to you right?
You threw on the Diaspora t-shirt you bought just weeks before the show and tied it in the back so it could be a little cropped and called your uber, frantically spraying perfume in a panic that you were going to be late to the concert. You ran outside, saying goodnight to your roommate as you rush out the door and jump into the car.
“Hey. I’m Shoto Todoroki and I’m the lead singer and guitarist for the band The Diaspora. Hope to see you guys at the show tonight at 8.” You hear as smoothe and sultry voice play over the radio.
You swoon and text some buddies who were also going to the show in excitement, the rush going straight to your brain in a haze as you blast some of their music in your headphones.
When you arrive to the stadium, you spot your best friend from highschool Nejire Hado. You two actually grew up together and even graduated together. It was like you two were sisters, inseparable since birth. Nejire saw you and waved excitedly, squealing with glee and motioned you to come to her spot in line.
“Y/N!!!! Over here!!” She yelled, causing you to run over and jump up and down with her.
“I can’t believe we’re finally here!” You say.
“Me either! Hey, did you hear? There’s rumor’s going around that their having an after party after the show! We have to go, Y/N please say yes.” Nejire rambled, clapping her hands with an inability to contain her excitement.
You look down at your shoes, unsure at first. What if you aren’t even allowed inside? It could be VIP only.
“Fuck it. Let’s go!” You say, causing Nejire to scream and laugh with joy.
Suddenly, the band’s security comes outside to greet the fans waiting to come inside for the show.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, please enter in a single fil-“ the poor guy couldn’t even finish his sentence before hundreds of eager fans rush past him and squeeze into the stadium doors, running as fast as the could to get to their seats.
Luckily for you and Nejire, you had front row tickets. Those days of refreshing the page for them as they sold out every second really paid off. You grab Nejire’s hand and run inside, elbowing and clawing your way through to your spot with your best friend by your side. The lights suddenly go dim and the crowd goes insane.
The show’s about to start. You heart seemed to float up into your throat as you stood sweating and nervous, Nejire screaming her head off and jumping up and down when the band came rising up from the bottom of the stage. Smoke covers them for a while until it clears and all you see is Todoroki standing above you, the real him finally being exposed to you as you gaze from the crowd.
He was even more handsome in person. Tonight he wore black jeans and a white band tank top ,showing off his muscular and tattooed arms. Chains hung on his hip and his boots as he propped his foot up on the amplifier in front of him.
“YOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” He screamed into the mic, causing the crowd to scream impossibly louder. He smirked, causing you to feel woozy just seeing him look so smug, as if he knew the effects he had on his fans.
You could’ve died right there a happy woman as the band started to play their hit single, the gritty sound of the electric guitar sending chills up your spine as you and Nejire headbang and dance to the music. You sing along to the top of your lungs, watching as Todoroki owned the stage. You gaze up at him again to see something completely and utterly unbelievable.
He was looking right at you.
You gasp, your eyes widening as you lock eyes with him. Shoto kneeled down towards you and reached his hand out to you. You almost scream and grab his tattooed hand with both of your own and smile at him, keeping your eyes focused on his. Shoto took your hand and kissed it as he sang a pretty racy part of his song to you,
“I wanna take you home.” (sleeping with sirens fans?? your nickle aint worth my dime???? NO?)
Oh. My. God
“OH MY FUCKING GOD! Y/N, HE-“ Nejire screamed, just as excited as you. You stood there shocked and flustered, staring into space. Todoroki fucking Shoto just kissed your hand. Shoto smirked and let your hand go, continuing the rest of his show in hopes you got the message. He wanted you. It was common sense that you go to the afterparty now.
The show continued for another 2 hours, Todoroki now dripping in sweat from the hot lights shining upon him and his band.
“Thank you all so much for coming out. For those invited, I’ll see you all at the afterparty! Goodnight everyone!” Todoroki bellowed to the crowd, causing them to cheer him and the band off the stage.
You stand there, high off of every guitar riff and belt from the performance feeling sad that the concert was over. But a rush of hope filled your heart in knowing that you were going to see Shoto again soon. You and Nejire walk out of the stadium hand in hand as you discussed the plan to get to the party.
“So the party is not too far from here, exactly 15 minutes away. We could totally call an uber.” Nejire explains, saying that it’s going to be held in Todoroki’s mansion.
When you both arrive at Todoroki’s Mansion your jaws drop. A huge fountain greeted your uber driver’s car, cobblestone driveways leading you towards his front door. There were hedge sculptures all over the front yard and expensive cars adorned the driveway as you and Nejire step out of the car to see the line to get into the party. Damn. More lines.
You approach the security guard; the same one from earlier that night with a nervous wave.
“U-Um excuse me sir, we’re on the list..” You said unconfidently. Nejire nervous laughed and nudged you for sounding so unsure after giving you a long confidence pep-talk in the car.
“Sorry, kiddo. I’m not seein’ an ‘Y/N’ or a ‘Nejire’. Back o’ the line, ladies.” The security guard huffed, hardly even looking at his list.
“Nah it’s cool, Ben. Let them in.” You hear a familiar voice utter before you get the chance to turn around and walk to the back of the line. Sure enough it was Todoroki standing there, joint lit and eyes hazy. Clearly stoned.
It was like he got more gorgeous as you got closer to him, your cheeks heating up as you realize you’re literally standing in front of your fucking celebrity crush. Nejire squeals and runs inside to go find the drummer and get his number, she says drummers do it harder.
Shoto took you by the hand and led you inside the rager in his foyer. The smell of beer and weed absorbs your nostrils as you walk inside with Shoto in hand, watching as Nejire talks up the drummer with ease as if she already knew him from way back when.
Todoroki sat down on the most comfortable couch you have ever sat in with you next to him, taking a big drag of his joint and motioning it towards you.
“Wanna hit? It’s not laced. Promise.” He said cooly, slowly blowing out the smoke. You take it and take a hit, coughing a little as you puff out the smoke.
Damn this must be what rich people smoke.
“Good huh? Grew it myself. Heh.” Todoroki laughed a little as he watched you take another hit.
“Shit. I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you, finally.” You say, nervousness coating your tongue. Shoto gave you a warm smile, his hazy eyes gleaming in the dim lights of the room.
“Gorgeous name for a gorgeous girl.” Shoto said, kissing the same hand he did at the concert.
You heat up, your panties becoming slightly wet at him touching and kissing you. He smirked and grabbed you by your chin to make sure you look him directly into his grey orbs.
“When I saw you in the crowd, I almost couldn’t keep my eyes off you.” He said into your ear, causing your mind to block out any outside sound that wasn’t his voice. You gulp, blinking dumbly as you try to find the words to say something.
“I-I, um. Th-thank you.” You say, looking down into his lap. Shoto pulled away to smoke his joint a little more. You two talked all night, everyone around you both becoming irrelevant as you seemingly grow closer together.
Strangely, none of the rumors about Todoroki were true. He wasn’t this stuck up asshole the media made him out to be. He was calm and gentle, the sweetest guy you’ve ever had the pleasure of having a conversation with. You learned so much about him that night. He was so misunderstood.
You’re high now and completely hazy as you and Todoroki make out on the couch. You’re not sure how you two even got to this point but you loved it. One thing led to another and now you were straddling him on the couch, his hands in your back pockets as he groped and squeezed your ass.
Your lips mingled as you moan into the kiss, Todoroki’s tongue slipping into your mouth to make home of it. The kiss got so hot your pussy was sopping wet underneath your jeans as you mindlessly grind against him for some kind friction.
Todoroki pulled away and started kissing your neck, damn near ripping your clothes off in front of the entire party. You’re gasping and grabbing at his clothes, forgetting where you are as you become desperate for him. You wanted him so bad and you knew he wanted you too.
“Wanna get out of here? Go upstairs I mean.” Shoto asked, huffing into the skin of your neck as his hard dick poked at your thigh.
“God yes.” You say breathily. As soon as he got your consent he carried you upstairs, the party raising their glasses and their blunts in celebration for Todoroki getting some.
“YES! Y/N tell me everything okay!?” Nejire yelled drunkenly, pulling away from her makeout session with the band’s drummer. You giggle and wave down at her, Todoroki laughing softly as he watched the interaction between you and your best friend.
“Just so you know, princess. I’m not going to go easy on you.” Shoto said, pinning you against the hallway wall.
“I don’t want you to.” You mewl, leaning into his neck to nip at it. Shoto let out a low chuckle and nearly kicked down his bedroom door, tossing you onto his luxurious california king bed.
You take a quick look around his darkly colored room, black walls with coordinating grey funiture. Posters of his inspiration adorned his walls, almost similar to your room just $100,000 richer. He had a mirror above his bed as you look up at your reflection you see Todoroki crawl on top of you, unbuttoning and pulling your jeans off in one fell swoop.
You’re immediately embarrassed, forgetting it was laundry day at home so you threw a thong on because you didn’t have anything else to wear. It was black and lacy and oh so skimpy you quickly move your hands to cover up in shame, Shoto grabbing your wrists and pinning your hands above your head.
“Heh. How’d you know I love lace?” Shoto teased, practically salivating at the sight of your smooth legs beneath him. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Shoto said, running his hands along your sides as if he was a lion playing with his prey before he ate it.
You bit your lip, dripping and hungry for some kind of touch in the places you needed him most, your nipples prodding at the thin fabric of your band tee. Yeah, you forgot to wear a bra. Shoto pulled your shirt above your head, tossing it somewhere and hissing at the sight of your bare breasts.
“No bra either? Man.. it must be my birthday. I’m gonna have fun with you, princess.” Todoroki says taking a nipple into his mouth, not breaking eye contact with you as he suckled gently following with short lick causing your entire body to catch flame.
You start moaning miserably, your whole body begging him to take you. Shoto pulls away from your nipple with a light pull of his lips and slips his hand down to your slit, caressing it agonizingly slow to tease you. He takes his other hand and presses his thumb to your lips.
“Open your mouth.” He rasped. And you did, sucking on his thumb as he rested it on your tongue making Shoto moan at the sight, humming a ‘good girl’ under his breath. Shoto held your mouth open and spit, pulling you into a sloppy kiss as he plunged his thick digits into your needy hole.
You arch your back off the bed, biting down onto Shoto’s lip as he finger fucked you without mercy. Your moans filled the air, Shoto watching you intently as he took your breast into his mouth once more.
“Sho- ah! I-I’m gonna-“ You bellow, trying to hold onto something for dear life as he brought you closer and closer to your peak.
“That’s daddy to you, princess. Try again and maybe I’ll let you cum around my fingers.” Shoto hissed, slowing his pumping fingers a bit to ensure you got the point.
He was in control. You pant, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath only for it to get caught in your throat again. Desperate moans fall out of your mouth as you beg him to let you cum.
“D-Daddy!~” You gasp, Shoto leaning into your neck, his ear right next your mouth as you scream for him. You collapse into his arms, fucked out and stupid off Todoroki’s strong fingers. All those years of guitar weren’t for nothing.
“That’s it baby.. fuck, you made a mess.” Shoto cooed, slowly dragging his fingers out of you as he watched your slick stick to him sloppily. At this point, he’s so hard you can clearly see the veins in his dick jumping out of his pants, his size making you wince in pain before he even entered you.
“Think you can take all of me, princess?” Shoto asked, throwing his contricting pants and boxers somewhere across the room, releasing his impressive size for you to see. You gulp but nod, licking your lips at the sight of him.
Shoto smirked at your reaction and pumped himself a few times before teasingly tapping the head of his dick against your clit, causing you to yelp from the sensitivity of your abused core.
“Pleaseee.” You whine, Shoto grabbing you by the neck and choking you almost to tell you to shut up and be patient. He wastes no time in plunging into you, the thickness of his dick stretching your walls with a delicious sting.
You claw at his back as he bottomed out, gasping sharply as he filled you completely.
“Am I hurting you?” Todoroki asked with what little sympathy he had left in his body. You shook your head no, moaning as he stayed still inside you.
“P-P-Please move..” you mewl, chewing your bottom lip. Shoto smirked and began rutting his hips into yours at a rough pace, not really caring if you adjusted to him or not. Hard slaps and the sound of your whiny moans filled the room as the headboard of his bed slammed against the wall, probably alerting the entire party downstairs.
You’re screaming now, a moaning mess beneath him as he split you wide open. As your eyes rolled to the back of your head, Shoto throws your legs over his shoulder and starts pounding into you.
He’s going to make sure you’re unable to walk straight for the rest of the week, marking you as his.
“Fuckkk, daddy. S-Slow down.” You pleaded only for Shoto to ignore you and continue his pace, laughing at the shocked and fucked out face you were pulling.
“Told you I wasn’t taking it easy on you. Did you forget already, princess?” Shoto breathed, moving his hands to rub shallow circles into your clit.
Your toes curled up tightly as your orgasm ripped through your body, your moans reaching a cresendo as your scream Shoto’s name.
He hissed as your walls fluttered around him, your pussy gripping him tightly as he fucked into you continuosly.
“I hope you didn’t think I was through with you just because I made you cum. I’m not done yet, doll.” Shoto muttered through your pathetic whines for him to slow down.
He cooed praises at you, a “good girl” here and a “you take my dick so well” there until his thrusts got rusty and sloppy; a sign he was close to cumming.
“Shittt, where do you want me to-“
“I-Inside m-mee! Fuck, cum inside me!” You shriek. And so he did, fucking his hot stickiness into you for a while as you both moan and pant. Shoto rode out your climaxes for a while before slowly pulling himself out as he watched his cum ooze out of your abused pussy.
As Shoto flopped on the bed next to you, you both stare up at the mirror on his ceiling. You’re both sweaty and your hair was a fucking mess from being tossed around the bed for what seemed like hours.
“Shit. Probably late as fuck by now. You wanna stay the night?” Shoto asked, taking your hand and famously kissing it once more. You smile and nod, unable to form coherent sentences as you feel yourself doze off.
Todoroki jumps from his bed and opened the door, screaming from the top of the stairs, “Oi! All you motherfuckers can fuck off home!Party’s over!” You laugh and throw a pillow at him.
“Don’t be so mean, Sho. Uh.. C-Can I call you Sho?” You ask embarrassed.
“You keep fucking me like that you can call me whatever you want, angel.” Shoto groans, grabbing you by your face and kissing you sweetly.
“Honestly, I wanna go again. You down?”
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coeurdastronaute · 3 years
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Essays In Existentialism: Nerd 13
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Previously on Nerd
“One more time,” Lexa called out, walking backwards to the other end of the lane, her sneakers kicking up some dust as she moved and watched the playback on her phone. 
“Your girlfriend is a little intense, eh?” Evan asked as he followed Clarke back to the start of their scene. 
Clarke looked up and wiped a little sweat from her brow as she watched Lexa move with Luna, talking about something, watching her phone while Luna juggled a camera and a script that’d seen better days. The messy waves were tamed, tied up and hidden by a baseball hat from her sister’s university, well-tattered and sweat-lined. The sleeves on her shirt were rolled up, exposing a slight bit of bicep, her jeans were caked in dirt and mud. 
“She’s hot though, right?” 
“I’m not answering that.” 
“I’ll allow you to answer it just this once.” 
“In a weird way, yeah, I guess,” he shrugged. “Ow! What the fuck?” 
“She’s super hot in a normal way,” Clarke informed him after socking his arm. 
“I meant like, I never considered it. Like, weird in a way I hadn’t considered. I’d prefer not to think of her like that, but you made me.” 
“Good, and you’ll never think of her like that ever again.” 
“Let’s give it one more go, and this time, Evan, I want you to pause before you answer Clarke. I want her words to ring for a moment. Play it how you think your character would feel it. Just for fun.” 
He nodded and Clarke smiled at how serious Lexa was, how intricately she thought about the scene. They’d been at it for three weeks and were nearly finished, toiling away after school as best they could, and Clarke found that she didn’t think she was the world’s greatest actress, but that she did enjoy seeing her girlfriend doing something she was insanely passionate about. There’s a bit of magic in seeing someone happy about something they enjoy. As silly as it might have seemed, Clarke let her imagination wonder to the idea of Lexa actually achieving her dream, of making things. She jumped twenty years, and Lexa was the exact same person, but different, but better, somehow. It was silly, but it helped. 
“Notes for me, sir?” she ventured. 
“You’re perfect. Keep being perfect.” 
As silly as it was again, Clarke smiled proudly and ignored the eye roll Luna gave before setting up with the camera again. 
In reality, it was about six more takes, two more requested by Luna, three requested by Evan, and once by Clarke. It was infectious to care and try to do better. But they were finally done with all else, and the end somehow felt so final. Though she’d been hesitant to try, now that they’d created something, Clarke felt connected to the entire thing. 
“So when will I get to see the entire thing?” Clarke asked, carefully dropping a bag of equipment on Lexa’s bedroom floor. 
“Oh, uh, maybe at the end of the summer? It’ll go through a ton of work with Luna and myself, and I’m not sure what we’re going to do… I will definitely show you though as soon as it is done.” 
“I’d hope so.”
“Thank you for helping me with this,” Lexa offered as she ran her hand over the back of her neck. “I know you are really busy. SAT, work, school, pep squad.” 
“And you’re not?” 
“Well, yeah, but I chose this, and you were recruited,” she shrugged. 
With a sigh, Lexa plopped onto her bed, tired and spent from the busy weekend. 
“You can recruit me anytime,” Clarke promised. 
In a move that was still somewhat new to Lexa, hips circled her own, and knees gripped her thighs, and that led to a lot of feelings in her body, especially in the below the belt part that she hadn’t particularly figured out in the practical sense. Theoretically she knew exactly what was happening. 
Without saying anything else, Clarke removed her girlfriend’s ball cap and tossed it on the bed. Lexa held her hips, ran her hands up her thighs and squeezed there, careful not to move her eyes anywhere but Clarke’s face. But they closed on their own when hands ran along her temples, scratching the sweat and soreness away, melting her instantly. 
There’d been a truce ever since the dance. There’d been a few make outs that went slightly past polite. There’d been a few time hands wandered lazily where they might not have been allowed, but didn’t care about no trespassing signs. There hadn’t been Clarke in her lap though, and Lexa knew this was different. She made it different when her hands slid around hips and toward Clarke’s ass. She squeezed and she thought she’d died. 
By the time Clarke kissed her, Lexa realized she was on her back in her bed with the head cheerleader on top of her. When hips pushed against her, she realized she was going to stop. Hands went to her chest. Hands slid under her shirt. Hands slid under her bra and she pushed back against being pinned. 
It all disappeared in a second, and confused at the loss of lips and contact, Lexa opened her eyes and searched. Clarke sat there, hands braced on her stomach until she lifted her own shirt and tossed it on the floor. Scrambling, Lexa lifted herself, tangling her arms in an attempt at solidarity in taking clothes off only to be aided by an amused girlfriend. 
“Wow,” she whispered, taking her time to look over new skin before her. She kept her hands locked on Clarke’s hips despite wanting to move them. She let her eyes roam shamelessly. “You’re like… wow.” 
“Is this okay?” 
“Very okay.” 
“Thank God,” Clarke nodded before leaning back down, cupping Lexa’s face, and kissing her again, fiercer this time, if it were possible. 
Hips moved more this time. Breathing picked up more. Hands pulled, tugged, grasped tighter. They clawed at each other and at more, at what their bodies already knew how to do but their brains overthought and tempered. It was a battle of want and need and restraint, and in it, they both knew which was losing. 
In a shaky attempt, Lexa somehow unhooked Clarke’s bra. And in an instant her girlfriend was topless on top of her, and now her lower half was absolutely made of lava. It was painfully molten. 
“Oh… my…. Goodness,” she hummed. 
Clarke pressed her hands harder against Lexa’s ribs and rotated her hips. Lexa slid her hands up Clarke’s chest and squeezed. She watched her hands moved and touch and feel. She was touching someone else’s nipples for the first time ever, which was a weird thing to be cognizant of, but something that she never imagined desiring. But she did. And she wanted to memorize it entirely. She earned a hum and she pushed her hips up, in an off-kilter response to Clarke’s hips. 
“Hey Lex, you home, sweetheart?” a voice called out from down the hall. 
The spell was broken. The frantic, hot buildup was drenched in freezing cold water. The skin on display was covered with shirts as quickly as possible and the contact of bodies was broken with as much space as humanely possible placed between them. 
“Yeah, uh,” Lexa cleared her throat and tucked in her shirt for some reason as she stood, her legs wobbly and her head not much more sturdy. “Just got home.” 
“Your mom is bringing home dinner. She got sandwiches from the deli.” 
“Sounds good!” 
“Want to work on your car?” 
“Yeah, I’ll be down in a few minutes.”
“Sounds good, kiddo. I’m just going to go change.” 
Her father’s voice faded as he moved toward his room. Lexa leaned against her door and looked back at Clarke in her room. The blonde just pushed her hair out of her face and tried to adjust her shirt, tugging her bra slightly from the quick reassembly of her parts. Her lips were puffy. Her cheeks were bright red. She was perfect, Lexa realized. 
Lexa cleared her throat again and redid her pony tail. 
“So that was--”
“Really good,” Clarke finished. “Maybe we should… it’s good your dad-- we should talk about this, right?” 
“Um, yeah, I think.”
“Not right now though.” 
“Of course, yeah,” Lexa nodded, unsure exactly what was going to be discussed and even worse when it would be. She needed more context clues because too much had just occurred, and she was a specifics type of girl. 
“I should head home. I have to finish some physics homework and take a cold shower.” 
“Right, yeah. It was hot out there today and I kept you out in the sun.” 
“Okay, we definitely are going to have to have some conversations.” 
“Am I in trouble?” Lexa asked, cocking her head as Clarke picked up her backpack and shouldered it, making her way to the door. 
“Not at all. I just want to be able to talk about sex with you before we do it because I imagine you might need it, and to be honest I’m not sure how much longer I can survive how sexy you are.” 
Sex. Clarke wanted sex. They had almost, Lexa imagined. And Clarke was talking about sex with her and wanted to talk about sex with her and wanted to have sex with her and talk about the having of sex with her and they were going to have sex. Having sex was an option that they were going to talk because they were going to have sex and they should talk about it. It was going to be a thing that was discussed between the two of them because sex was going to happen and it might have almost happened and they should talk about the sex that almost and might also in the future happen. Sex. 
“I’m kidding,” Clarke assured Lexa, pressing her hand to the center of her chest and bringing her back from the place she just died and went to. “I can wait however long we need to, but I think we should talk about it so something like this doesn’t happen and we don’t have a clear line drawn or not drawn. Think about where your line is, I guess and then we can talk about it.”
“Okay.” 
Clarke kissed Lexa’s cheek and then her jaw and then her neck and then her lips. 
“Are you okay?” 
“Mhm. Yes. Me okay. I’m okay. Always ok.” 
“Did I melt your brain with the mention of sex?” Clarke smiled. 
“Yeah, kind of.” 
“No rush, I promise. Just like to be prepared.” 
“Like a boy scout.” 
“Don’t stress. I like you.” 
“Mmm,” Lexa nodded and tried to make her eyes not be completely huge, tried to make her heart stop throbbing in her pants and ears, tried to make her brain not explode or melt. 
“I’ll talk to you later. Have fun with your dad.” 
“Mmm,” she hummed and nodded as Clarke moved past her toward the door. “See you tomorrow.” 
In an instant, Clarke was gone, and Lexa looked down at her hands. They’d been on Clarke’s naked boobs. She looked at her hips. They’d been on Clarke’s thighs. She looked at her bed and how surprised she was that her body just did some of the things it did. She wasn’t sure what else it was capable of, but she decided she might need to do research. 
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“I need to talk to you about two things.” 
“Hey, I’m good, thanks for asking. Just cramming for some finals, but yeah I definitely have time to help you out.”
“Okay, good,” Lexa nodded to herself as she paced through the garage, twisting a wrench around as she moved, twirling it around her fingers. It all happened quite seriously as she surveyed the car as it was coming to life. 
The house was empty, her parents out on a date. Luna was coming over shortly to work on some of their film, but Lexa had a few things she wanted to get done on her car. More than anything though, she needed to speak with her sister desperately regarding many things in her life. 
“How have you been, Lex?” 
“Pretty good.” 
“Anything planned for the summer yet?” 
“I have an internship with a film crew that’ll be in town for a few weeks. My history teacher’s old college roommate is first camera. Some movie of the week thing for the holidays.” 
“Wow! Lex, that’s huge!” 
“I guess. But I need to know about sex. Sex with another girl. You’re in college. Have you had sex with another girl?”
Anya choked on her sip of coffee as she stopped walking down the sidewalk. She nearly dropped part of her armload of books, but managed to get a grip at the last moment. 
“Sorry to disappoint, but I haven’t.” 
“I tried to ask Gus but he said he couldn’t talk to me about it, and I just need someone to tell me what to do because I’ve run out of online resources short of porn and to be honest I looked a few and I didn’t like it.” 
“Lots of information to unpack in this…” 
“What do I do or who do I talk to?” 
“Just give me a second, okay?”
With a sign, Lexa sat the phone down on the edge of the car and went about the tough work of running some wires through the rear panel. If she was doing something with her hand, then she didn’t have to repeat the word sex nine hundred times per minute in her brain. 
“You and Clarke are talking about having sex?” 
“We’re talking about talking about it.” 
“How long have you been dating?” 
“Um since beginning of November. Almost six months.” 
“Do you love her?” 
“I don’t know. I mean…” Lexa paused her movements and furrowed. She hadn’t thought of it like that. It seemed almost insane to quantify her feelings into one word. She was excited to always see Clarke, and when she had a bad day, Clarke was the only person she really wanted to see, and when she did, the bad day just melted away. How was she supposed to figure out if it was love when she couldn’t compare it to anything else? She got butterflies still, when she saw her girlfriend. And Lexa felt this weird need to do things for Clarke, without being asked. She was helpful and attentive because the payoff of Clarke’s smile was worth even a few minutes of forethought. But she hadn’t considered that love, but maybe it was. 
“I really don’t know. I like her a lot. I like how we are” 
“That’s fair. I guess I should rephrase it. What makes you think you’re ready to have sex?” 
“I really want to.” 
“Okay, yeah, well everyone really wants to have sex, but what makes you think you’re ready? Can you confidently say where your boundaries are? Are you ready to have a much more intimate relationship with someone?”
“I was kind of just looking for more help in the mechanics of it.” 
“That’s the easy part,” Anya smiled to herself as she took another sip of her coffee. The weather was changing, the spring breeze ruffled the trees so they loudly clamoured above as she moved with the crowd along the narrow sidewalk. “There’s a certain level of intimacy in having sex with someone, especially someone you really like. I’m not saying it’s good or bad, but it’s certainly different. Do you think you’re ready to do that?” 
“I think so,” Lexa murmured after a moment of contemplation. She tapped a screwdriver against her thigh and stared at a single screw. “I really want to make her feel good and I know that sounds stupid, but I just… Sometimes it’s easier to want to kiss her than tell her exactly what I feel. I want to show her.” 
“I can see how that would work. Just so long  as you take a good bit of time and really consider it. And remember, even if you agree, you can change your mind at any time.” 
“Ugh, not you too! Dad’s already given me a billion consent talks. I just want to go down on Clarke without making a fool of myself.” 
Anya couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the outburst, but she somehow managed to hold her phone away from her mouth as she did. It took her a moment to recover. 
“Just do what you like and listen to her. Ask her what she enjoys. Be receptive to how she sounds and moves. It’s really not that hard. Just give it your all.” 
“This is all fine advice, but I still don’t know how to actually do it.” 
“You’ll figure it out.” 
“I don’t like leaving it up to chance.”
“You’ll be fine, I promise. You care for Clarke and I think she’ll be able to show you a thing or two.” 
“What does that mean?” Lexa paused her movements and furrowed. 
“You’ll see.” 
“I really don’t like the sound of that.” 
“You will, I promise.” 
“Are you coming home this summer?” 
“I might. So, sex with your girlfriend, huh?” 
“Maybe. Is it weird that I just… I want everything to keep going how it has been? It’s been so easy and nice and I didn’t think dating Clarke would be so … so… easy?”
“That’s not weird at all. It sounds like you are having a good time.” 
“I’m going to ask her to go to prom.” 
“Wow,” Anya smiled to herself, doing her best to sound surprised by the news, as if it wasn’t customary to take once’s girlfriend to prom. “Are you going to do a big ask?” 
“Nah, I don’t think that’s me,” Lexa shrugged, even though no one would see it. “And I don’t think it’s Clarke. She’s not like… she’s not like what I would have thought. She’s better.” 
“You’ve got it bad.” 
“Nah.” 
It was nice to talk to her sister. It was nice to be put at ease, even if she just heard a bunch of stuff she already knew. Lexa wasn’t sure how it came to be that she was someone who talked to her sister every few days and actually filled her in on her life. She wasn’t sure how she enjoyed spending Saturday morning with her parents going on a hike or breakfast. She wasn’t sure how it came to be that the head cheerleader was soft and quiet and warm and made her feel like she was full of helium, but it was all happening, and Lexa felt herself open up to the world again without ever realizing she had been closed. 
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For an entire seventy-two hours, Lexa let it all rattle around in her head, the words and the ideas and the thought of it all. All at once it felt like she didn’t know what came next while also incredibly knowing and that held her stuck. She hadn’t thought to ask for more, and she wasn’t sure how to have it. She knew that it was important, and she knew that was a different step than the ones she’d already taken. 
Nothing seemed to change with Clarke though. 
Lexa still held her girlfriend’s hand between classes, and they still hung out and texted and kissed and no one said anything despite Lexa taking her sister’s advice to really think about what it all meant. 
She didn’t know what it meant. Not truly. 
“That’s it. I quit. My brain is melting out of my ears.”
With an exaggerated flourish, the body on the bed flopped over and tossed a notebook onto the floor. Eyes rolled back before a tongue hung out and Lexa smiled from her spot at her desk. The music played softly from the speaker on the bookshelf. It was already dark outside as they worked on studying, but the lights reflected so that outside didn’t exist at all. 
“Your brain isn’t melting. It’s just growing and growing and will soon explode.” 
“I think I prefer the melting,” Clarke sighed. 
Lexa smiled to herself because there was the head cheerleader laying in her bed. And Clarke was wearing her old soccer sweatshirt and she was tired from after work, but still stopped by before heading home just for a few hours of studying. 
“Would you like to go to prom with me?” 
“Me?” 
“Yeah you,” Lexa decided, cocking her head slightly. The corpse in her room rolled over again and lifted her head. “With me.” 
“Was it the melting brain thing that really sold you?” 
“I just like how you look in my bed.” 
“Your bed is very comfortable.” 
“I thought about the sex thing and I don’t know if I’m ready right now, or by prom or whatever, but I want to just keep doing things slowly if that’s okay?” 
Clarke sat up so she was kneeling on the bed. She’d already rolled the sleeves of the sweatshirt that hung a little long on her. There was a hole over the letter on the left part of her chest. Her hair was falling out of a messy bun, and her cheeks had their dimples in them. Lexa took a moment to remember it. 
“That’s fine by me.” 
“It is?” 
“I like how fluid everything is with you. I just wanted you to be aware of what you were feeling and what your limits were.” 
“I don’t know them right now, but I’ll know them as things happen, if that’s okay.” 
“Very okay.” 
“Do you want to go to prom with me?” 
“Didn’t I already say yes?” 
“No.” 
“Well then, yes.” 
“Cool,” Lexa grinned, holding her chin on her palm. 
Clarke relaxed slightly and smiled back. 
“Cool.” 
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secondhoekage · 4 years
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Ignore this long rant I’m high as shit but I... can’t take the hero commission oR HONESTLY THE HEROES THEMSELVES, seriously anymore
They’re BRAINLESS they all share one (1) brain cell and it belonged to Crust. THESE GUYS had MONTHS to strategize this attack and what did they do? They fucked it up. They want me to believe this was planned and not written on a chalk board the night before? Sent out to all heroes the next morning at 8am in a CHAIN EMAIL?
Unpopular opinion(?): they sent the worst possible, ill-suited heroes to each location for this PLF raid and I’m mad at them for it and I’m mad at Hori for making me be mad at it even tho he had to do it beCauSe oF pLot but I’m mad.
The MLA’s plans to take on The League of Villains? Spotless. Chef’s kiss. The detail. The one-on-one counters they planned out. Accounting for each enemy’s quirk. Yeah there were like 6 of them to account for but?? Heroes, yall had enough info and enough time to think of ways to go about this raid and I’m supposed to believe that you did, BUT DID YOU REALLY? MONTHS TO PLAN, and saw one electric Sir Crocodile rip-off and immediately threw Kaminari on his ass. Good move. Kinda. But the rest of the PLF? Heroes just gonna make shit up as they go I guess?? 
To make myself feel better here’s a long ass useless rant on what could’ve damn happened and which heroes should’ve gone where and to make this an epic ass rumble. ugh. Even just doing some of these things would’ve made this arc (imo) feel more... convincing and delicious
under the cut tho bc damn this is too long
In this essay I will—
Edgeshot??? EDGESHOT??    EDGESHOT?? i’M GOING TO GO OFF. 
I swear to shit Edgeshot could’ve soloed the hospital but they had him at the PLF mansion for Some Reason like... like they didn’t make him run up on the League’s bar instead of the Nomu factory bc they knew he would take care of shit immediately. Make it make sense. If he was at the hospital eye just—Nomu in the way?? Doctor running off? Say less. Electric slide all the way in there Shinya. DID NO ONE SEE HOW EASILY HE HANDLED KUROGIRI? Did everyone just forget this man can pull a K.O in .3 seconds flat? Heroes didn’t think it might be a good idea to have him there, ready to give Shigaraki the paper cut of his life the second he woke up (if he even did bc my mans likely could’ve prevented the ‘doctor getting away>high-end awaken>rush to get shiggy out of the tank>shiggy wakes up’ chain of events)? Didn’t think to send him instead of this guy X Less just sitting there with That Look on his face? 
I get they needed heroes like Edgeshot at the mansion to take out a handful of enemies in one go but COME ON NOW. There were more than enough long-range AOE heroes there. And even if you don’t wanna believe he could solo then STILL, EDGESHOT DUOING WITH MIRUKO, ANYBODY? If anyone was gonna keep up with her happy ass zooming into the lab it could’ve been him. We were robbed of an Edgeshot/Miruko teamup and I’m not okay. Could’ve had a sexy ass panel of the hospital-team hyping up Miruko and Edgeshot as they dashed to Ujiko’s lab, two fast as shit bad bitches, zooming through these Nomu, absolutely obliterating them at lightning speed, watching each other’s backs too, PROBABLY SAVING MIRUKO FROM BECOMING THE PRE-DEATH ORGAN DONOR THAT SHE IS NOW. I know it was hot watching Miruko take on these high-ends but I’d have rather Edgeshot share the spotlight if it meant Miruko was in one piece rn. Hori played her
Anyways the literal dumb bitch energy that went into not sending Edgeshot to the hospital is sending me. Could’ve at least let him just be on the team and on standby while Shigaraki was waking up. With those sharp as shit reflexes of his we’ve seen? Shigaraki would’ve been out like a fucking light the second Edgeshot saw him sit up. X-Less you had a nice thicc upper lip that lip was too shaded for you to die, but F in the chat bitch. Useless plot fodder I’m sorry X-Less. There isn’t a hero there right now (besides Aizawa but like... idk, plot is nerfing him) that could’ve incapacitated Shiggy so quickly and prevented the mess they’re in now like my guy Edgeshot could’ve. Feels like a cop out
In conclusion: Edgeshot sweety I’m sorry they did this. I’m sorry you were nerfed. I’m sorry they didn’t let you deliver Kamino Pizza to this hospital. I’m sorry they ignored you and now everyone’s gonna die bc they didn’t they respect your Ninpo rights
CEMENTOSS??? y’all sent him to fuck up the mansion FOR WHAT??? If I were the hero commission and thought :
“Dang we need to completely ass blast this huge PLF resort to make room for our heroes to run in... but it would also be good if we had someone to do that at the hospital too just in case things get tricky and we need to pave a quick way to Ujiko’s secret hideout... but I’m single-celled and can’t weigh my options logically so ok. Cementoss, to the mansion.”
...................... Ok but can I in interest you in PIXIE BOB? I get the mansion is huge but going by the shit we’ve seen her do?? I’m not about to underestimate ol’ girl. I know she could’ve fucked that place up if they let her, switched her out for Cementoss, who could’ve made THE EASIEST route for the hospital team to get into the secret lab, trapped Ujiko, also trapped a couple nomu/high-ends in cement while he was at it, rearranged some tunnels for optimal tactical movement, probably could’ve done a decent-fucking-job at slowing the onslaught of Decay too if it got to that point (AND IT MIGHT NOT HAVE BC THE WHOLE POINT OF THIS RANT IS TO INSIST THAT A BETTER SELECTION OF HEROES WOULDN’T HAVE RESULTED IN SHIGGY’S CURRENT THANOS SNAP ORdEAL)
I know Pixie’s mostly on rescue operations and that’s what she’s doing at the hospital/surrounding city but WHY?? EVEN IF THEY REALLY NEEDED CEMENTOSS AT THE MANSION—WHY NOT HAVE PIXIE BOB DOING SOMETHING IN THE ACTUAL HOSPITAL BATTLE? JUST A LITTLE? The hospital is built on uh.. oh yeah... EARTH? And considering in the Forest Training arc she was using her quirk from a remote location (to make that Earth golem, or whatever) she wouldn’t even HAVE to be IN Ujiko’s lab to be useful
Can y’all PLEASE put at least ONE of your terraforming heroes at the place where y’all REALLY need them?? And not after-the-fact like y’all just did with Pixie Bob? Because clearly she didn’t do shit this last chapter trying to stop Decay. I’m sorry girl. You may be dead. Terrible.
I would have legitimately sent Snipe to get Ujiko before I sent Miruko and that’s that on that. Where is he even? He was there during the briefing but he’s gone? MIA? Idk. No way Ujiko is getting away from those bullets. Target locked: Ujiko’s hand. Fire. High-end Nomu remote goes bye bye. Then another bullet in the leg. No need to worry about him escaping and waking up high-ends/Shiggy when he doesn’t have kneecaps. Problem solved. No way it would’ve taken that long to break Shiggy’s tank either with a few well-placed pew pews zigging around some Nomu (not that we really wanna break him outta his tank bc look what happened). Snipe’s 6/5 technique stat deserves better!!!!!
Gang Orca did not go off and give a bunch of kids brain damage during the License arc to be so thoroughly ignored here. He’s clearly about to get his shit rocked by some gauged-out ex-Hot Topic employee in the next few chapters and ugh you’re TOO GOOD FOR THAT ORCA. COULD’VE BEEN OF USE AT THE HOSPITAL. PARALYZING SONIC WAVES? WE’LL TAKE IT. Who knows if any of the high-end Nomu would’ve been affected by paralysis but the small fry? Probably. Shiggy’s little twink ass? I would bet on it. Not that it would really stop him from using Decay but still
At the risk of sounding like someone I know who endorses child labor (the hero commission) here me out: CAN I GET A UHHH JUZO HONENUKI??? AGAIN YEAH good that he was at the mansion to do some long-range AOE action but if y’all are gonna force kids to join in on this war anyways, put your strongest and most useful ones at the place you need them. Shit it would’ve been real nice if Honenuki was there to trap some Nomu—uncertain if it would work against the high-ends that show some pretty flexible quirks but who knows—and even at the risk of reaching, maybe in some universe where Shiggy and Honenuki face off, it would be interesting to see Decay against Softening, since Decay’s one big weakness is that it can only work on solid objects sooOooOo? Idk. Would’ve been a cool match up but I hate that the kids are fighting anyways so we’re gonna ignore this Juzo rant. Just know it would’ve been cool
And as for the mess that’s going to be this fucking mansion soon... .. We’re just gonna ignore a whole ass Geten, big destructive power, big fucking threat, and not gonna throw Endeavor’s ass in there? Makes sense. They’re leaving it to Shoto I guess. They said time for you to fucking shine kid. Get in there. I mean really trading Endeavor for Edgeshot would’ve been top tier strategy but...
I MEAN THEY?? Made up a whole ass plan to counter ONE greasy-looking PLF guy by throwing Kaminari in there, but they couldn’t make up a plan to counter Geten? Are they just?? Pulling names out of a hat to see who gets to fight who? Did they spin a bottle to see who it landed on? Did Mt. Lady pull the short stick? I swear on shit when Geten starts going feral soon I’m not gonna feel sorry about it. Unless heroes got a plan and someone’s gonna make a sexy ass top 10 anime entrances to counter his ice then I’m disappointed. We went ape shit over Kaminari countering one of the commanders but are we not gonna get anymore ‘I’m your perfect counter and I’m here to stop you’ moments? No? I’M PISSED. 
I would have also settled for my kween Nejire being there to blast away some ice because who tf else is gonna do it? But eh. 
Dabi will also be trouble depending on what he decides to do. He only has about 3 good ideas a month and he’s used them all up by now so he’s in dumb slut territory as we speak. But you’d think that a villain as widely recognized as Dabi with such a destructive quirk would urge the heroes to have some plan to take him on but?? So far I don’t really see anyone quick to take on the role. Not that it’d be that hard bc he’s dangerous but also dangerously dumb. Where is Inasa. Maybe he can just blast the flames back in Dabi’s face. I love him but at this point he deserves to have some of his rights taken away
Don’t even get me start on Gigantomachia. I get the heroes had little choice except to attack before Shiggy was full-power but just?? NOT having a plan in case by some little chance Gigantomachia DID wake up? You stupid bastards. You absolute fools. I guess there’s not much you CAN do but FUCK y’all just gonna let him SIT THERE? No counter measures? No ‘Let’s execute this incredibly thorough and thought-out plan we’ve spent months formulating to restrain Gigantomachia in case he does end up waking up, because better safe than sorry’? When he tramples like 50 students I bet that shit gonna hurt
I hate it all. I was really happy about seeing Shiggy go off 272 bc he’s a king but after rereading from like, 258 I feel... weird. Maybe this will be resolved with more chapters but. eh. Now that I’ve thought of this, I can’t go back. I miss the brain power that was behind the MLA fight
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Alan (7)
Alan and Richie were enjoying a surprise moment of intimacy. Unthinkingly, Richie had put dish soap in the dishwasher, and their kitchen had become flooded over with suds. Richie had smiled sheepishly as Alan laughed at the sight, coming upon the disaster at their return from the grocery store. Richie had pouted as Alan loaded the cart with his favorite snacks, acting, as always, unashamedly, grabbing party-size chips all while asking Richie how he could help his more and more fitness-obsessed boyfriend with meal planning. As they cleaned up, teased each other, and commented on how much cleaner the floor was, they felt like the couple they had started out as.
As he watched his boyfriend bend over, his once flat ass slightly more rounder and his belly hanging beneath him, Richie felt, for the first time, there was something undeniably cute about his boyfriend, even at a larger size. What’s more, he remembered how much of a partner Alan was, fussing over him, supporting him, and, as he was now, cleaning up after him.
As Alan bent over, Richie stepped over the suds and put his pelvis against his boyfriend’s ass. “You seemed to have dropped a lot of soap, private.”
Alan rolled his eyes and smiled. “I think you’ve got the wrong person.”
“Disrespect as well? I think you’re in need of some discipline.”
Alan, realizing Richie was in the mood (or reluctant to clean up), back slightly back into his boyfriend. “Maybe,” he said, “maybe I do.”
They were in bed before they had completely finished, and Richie had his hands around his boyfriend’s growing love handles, drinking in every moan his thrusting cock forced out of Alan. When they had both finished, the two curled up and Alan could not help but notice how unselfconsciously Richie had his arm around him. He wondered if it couldn’t always be like this.
“I have the sexiest boyfriend,” said Alan, who knew it was Richie would want to hear.
Richie smiled and squeezed Alan. Richie’s own body had gotten harder, leaner. He felt very proud of it, very masculine, as he felt proud of his sexual prowess. He had become more confident in the last few months. He realized how much he missed enjoying his boyfriend’s body and suddenly he felt a pang of guilt for being so withholding over the last months.
“I am sexy,” said Richie. He decided to push his luck and see if he could get a little worship out of Alan.
“Huge dick, shredded abs, tight firm ass…”
Suddenly, Richie squeezed Alan’s belly and said with a bit of a snarl. “You should be thankful…look at yourself…”
Alan decided to try something as well. “I’ve been trying to diet for you…like you tell me to, sir…but I just can’t control myself…” Alan could feel Richie jolt a bit behind him.
“How hard is it to keep the donut out of your mouth?” He turned Alan on his back and straddled himself over him, lording over him. “See this? All discipline.” He ran his fingers up and down his flat stomach. “In my house we’re disciplined, and it’s high time I reminded you of that.”
RIchie bent over and leaned up close to Alan’s face. “Diet starts tomorrow. But let’s give that fat ass of yours a send off.” He turned Alan over, slapped his ass hard as he thought he could, and pushed Alan’s head into the pillow. Alan had grazed one of Richie’s sexual nerves: punishment for disobedience.
The couple enjoyed a second round, and Alan was lost in ecstasy. Richie was making love to his body and not in spite of it. As they finished again, they cuddled again, Richie’s hand on the center of Alan’s stomach.
“I’m kind of a jerk,” said Richie out of nowhere, drowsily, ready for a nap.
“I don’t know. You said you were a libertarian when we met and now you’re…” Alan paused. “Well, I knew you would be a lifelong project.”
Richie chuckled, turned over and went to sleep. Alan got up, cleaned the kitchen and made himself a large sundae as he waited for his boyfriend to wake up from his nap.
That night, as the two agreed to order pizza. When it came, Richie ate one slice, ate the entirety of the side salad, and then said he was going to answer emails. “Diet starts tomorrow, fat ass. So that better not be in the fridge when I get up in the morning,” he said, pointing to the pizza.
“Don’t you want some for tomorrow?”
“Just do as you're told.” Richie went into the bedroom and shut the door behind him.
Alan worked on the pizza throughout the night, going to bed late and sleeping through Richie’s alarm. When he got up, he noticed that all his purchases from the day before were missing from the kitchen and there was health magazine article printed on how to strategically count calories.
He had a good curse at Richie and realized that this could be the real signal of the end of things. “Fucking controlling asshole. Was fucking too good to be true…”  When he went to grab his coat to go out and buy more, he saw a box that hadn’t been there the day before. On it was a post it note that read in Richie’s chicken scratch: “Richie’s stuff — KEEP OUT!” Alan opened it and saw almost the entirety of everything he had bought yesterday.
Alan was stunned. “So that’s your game,” he thought, as he pulled out a bag of cookies and went to eat them as he lay on the couch watching daytime TV.
Richie called around 1:30 asking if Alan had read the article, saying he knew he did not want to be mean but it was for his own good.
“You’re the man of the house,” responded Alan.
“I’m gonna have to come down hard on you if you cheat, you know. I’m doing this for you, and I would hate to be disrespected.”
Alan put a whole cookie in his mouth, chewed, swallowed and then finally said a minute later,  “I know, sir.”
“Excuse me, are you eating something?” Asked Richie.
“No, sir.”
“That’s what I thought.” Alan reveled in finally having found a way to draw Richie in. He went to the grocery store and delicately replaced the bag of cookies that he had eaten (and "stealthily” added some candy bars).
When Richie came home, he had a wrapped up piece of cake from an office birthday party. “I didn’t want to be impolite so I took a piece but you know I don’t eat this stuff…” He looked at Alan and sighed. “And you’re on a diet. I’ll just leave it here; would you toss it?”
“Of course.”
“I’m gonna take a shower,” said Richie. While Richie was gone from the room, Alan scarfed the cake down, cleared all evidence, and was reading in the couch as Richie came out, a towel wrapped around him, his torso still damp.
“Did you toss the cake?”
“All gone,” said Alan.
“Good,” said Richie smiling devilishly. You don’t need any more temptations right now.” Alan ran his hand up and down his abs. “Nothing more than this.” It struck him that while he didn’t know about how he felt about a fat Alan, he did know that he couldn’t deny how hot it seemed that the evidence of his disobedience would be there, hanging off his body, trembling as Richie fucked his brains out to remind him who was the authority around here.
This was an arrangement Alan felt that he could quite happily live with.
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impala-dreamer · 3 years
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Crime & Punishment - Chapter Eight
~Y/N breaks one of her biggest rules while in bed with her Sir, and Sam has no choice but to punish her. Luckily for them both, his punishments tend to lean towards the more creative and...exciting.~
Dom!Sam x sub!Reader, Dean
1,684 Words
Warnings: NSFW. LOVING!!!
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Y/N brushed her teeth, sighing in the mirror as she said goodbye to the last traces of Dean’s taste in her mouth. He had a nice, thick cock and she could still feel it bulging down her throat. She shivered at the idea as a dribble of wetness trickled down her leg, and she wondered, if she was really good, if Sam wouldn’t let them both have her at the same time one day. Oh, that was a spitroast she’d die from, Sam’s long cock breaking through her pussy and meeting Dean’s wide dick somewhere in the depths of her throat.
She moaned and gripped the sink as her knees went weak with arousal. The toothbrush fell into the basin and the gentle clink woke her from her fantasy.
Sam was waiting.
Sam had told her to clean up and get to bed.
She always did what Sam told her.
The bedroom was empty and Y/N flipped on the light to see her pajamas laid out on the bed. They weren’t some sexy set of lace or straps that barely covered her, there was no leather, no rubber, nothing like that in the slightest. It was a simple pale pink cotton set of short shorts and a button down top. Y/N smiled at them and checked to see if her bunny slippers were anywhere nearby.
There was a twinge of disappointment in her gut as she undid her collar, carefully laying it on the dresser. If Sam had picked those clothes for her, there was a high chance that nothing was going to go on that night. At least Dean had cum, she thought, and boy did he.
Once the last button on her top was closed, Y/N turned down the sheets and puffed up the pillows, making sure to lay them in the exact spot Sam liked them. She tidied up her night stand and put her book away, deciding to lay in wait, turning her mind to all sorts of nasty ideas. Tucked in and wide away, Y/N lay back and let her mind drift, floating up and down over mountains of fantasies of things she and Sam had done and things they had yet to try. It was always an adventure with him; she could never tell exactly what was up his sleeve.
The door opened without announcement and Y/N jerked herself back to reality, smiling at Sam as he walked in. He did not speak or look at her, simply going about his bedtime routine.
Boots were pulled off and set side by side next to the dresser. Socks were deposited in a ball in the hamper. He stood tall as he pulled the orange flannel from his shoulders, seemingly moving in slow motion, or perhaps Y/N just wished he was. There was something intoxicating about watching Sam do the most mundane things. The way his arms moved, muscles tight in his t-shirt sleeves, the way he twisted just right to give Y/N a peek at his lower back. He was almost as hot with his clothes on as off, but Sam didn’t give her much time to adore the way his ass looked in his jeans; they were kicked off quickly.
Down to his boxers, Sam spared half a moment in the mirror, running his hands through his hair like a comb, before shutting the light and gliding over to his side of the bed.
Y/N was on her back, nicely tucked in as the mattress dipped in Sam’s direction. She fought against gravity for a second before all was right again, and turned her head to smile at him.
“Hey,” she whispered.
Sam said not a word, fluffing the pillow behind his head as he settled in.
Dejected but not wanting to say anything and cause a problem, Y/N sighed gently and rolled onto her side away from him, curling in on herself as a storm threatened to erupt. “Night.” She swallowed hard and took a breath, trying to calm down, but Sam moved quickly behind her, scaring and exciting her in the same breath.
He rolled onto his side, pressing up against her back and slinging an arm over her waist. “Tired already?” he asked, lips hot on her ear as he shoved his right hand between her thighs.
Y/N gasped and reached out in reaction to grab at his wrist, holding on tight as Sam touched her pussy for the first time in days. “Fuck!”
“My goodness, you’re soaked.” His fingers teased at her pussy, riding up and down the swollen lips of her slit. “I don’t even have to feel inside.”
“P-please feel...feel inside.” Every cell in her body was screaming and Y/N knew it would soon explode from her lips if she wasn’t careful.
Sam smiled as he kissed her throat, loving the feel of her racing heart beneath his lips. He pressed down harder, wanting to count each beat as he pushed his long middle finger into her cunt. She was soaked, hot and tight, and he growled as she fluttered around his knuckle.
“You’re ready to pop, aren’t you, baby girl?”
Y/N held her breath as Sam rubbed her clit with the heel of his giant hand. “Oh fuck, Sam!” She was twisting against him and Sam deviantly added another finger, curling them up against her g-spot, massaging the patch of tissue until she started to shake in his arms. “Please!”
Scooping up a bit of wetness, Sam withdrew his fingers and placed them aside her clit, squeezing gently before starting to rub in a fast clockwise circle. Y/N screamed in the back of her throat and dug her nails into his wrist as she tried to hold on.
He was having too much fun. Every noise she made, every tiny flinch, the struggle against him, it was all too delicious and his dick was throbbing against the back of her leg. He rubbed harder and her breath stopped; he knew she was trying her hardest.
Taking pity on her, Sam nibbled on her ear. “Have you learned your lesson?” he asked, rubbing faster still.
“Yes!” she choked out, eyes rolled high, chest heaving, body tight. “Yes, Sir. Please. I’ll never do it again. I’m so sorry. Please let me cum, please!”
“Good.” Sam smiled and kissed the crook of her neck. “Then cum.” He bit down as she did, still rubbing even as she slapped at his hand and tried to push it away. She was thrashing in his arms, muscles contracting and spasming as the orgasm took hold.
“Fuck!” Her voice echoed but she didn’t care. Let Dean hear, let Cas hear, let the entire state hear. Sam was letting her cum and after forty excruciatingly amazing edges; it was painful and wonderful and everything she needed.
Sam slowed his hand as her breathing deeped, but refused to move his hand away. She pushed at his arm again but he held tight. “Oh, I’m not done yet,” he told her, shifting and rolling onto his knees to sit up between her legs.
Her eyes were wet, face flushed and hot. Her tongue was weak and her mind mostly empty, but she tried to speak anyway, needing him, craving him. “Will fuck me? Please fuck me? Please?”
Sam bit his lip as a smile turned the edges. He loved seeing her like this- strung out, wasted on his touch and control. It was almost as if her brain totally shut off with a snap of his fingers. “Would you like that, babydoll?” His index fingers hooked onto the hem of her shorts.
“Yeah, want that,” she slurred. “Want you fuck me please. So please, Sir. Please.”
He peeled the cotton from her ankles and rubbed her legs as he came back, massaging with a deep pressure that made her melt into the mattress.
“Show me your tits,” he said firmly, still tall on his knees, looking down like a deity on Olympus.
In a daze, Y/N moved to obey, slowly popping open the buttons on her shirt and pulling the fabric aside. Her tits hung perfect, her nipples hard.
“So beautiful,” he praised, reaching down to grab them both between his big hands. He bent in half and brought his lips to her nipples, suckling on them each in turn until she moaned, deep and thoughtless.
“Need in my pussy, Sir,” she cried, whimpering like a pathetic slut.
“What do you need?” he asked, sitting back and scratching his blunt nails down over her tits. “Tell me.”
“Need your cock in my pussy,” she explained, lips pouting and wet as she drooled, every end of her leaking for him.  
“Are you sure you’re ready to be my good girl again?” he asked, keeping her focus on his eyes as he snuck his boxers down off of his hips.
She nodded, stoned and empty. “Yeah, wanna be your good girl.” She squirmed again, trying to entice him with a roll of her hips.
“You must be sure,” he teased, gripping his cock between a huge fist and pumping slowly. “Once you cum on my cock, that’s it. There’s no turning back. You’ll be mine forever.”
Y/N shuddered as the idea washed over her and she bit her lip hard as she agreed, head bobbing in agreement. “Yes! Please. I’m be yours forever.” She reached for him, fingers clutching the air as she tried to grab hold.
Ready to take her, Sam dropped down, one strong arm holding his body up as he ran the tip of his cock through her slick cunt. “Forever,” he echoed, hazel eyes locked to hers and just as dark.
Her body shook as he pushed inside, her mouth falling into a perfect circle as she gasped at the pleasure. “Forever!”
“Always,” he grinned, bottoming out and bringing his lips down to hers.
Y/N shivered as the rolling orgasmic wave reached its crest again and clamped her hand down on the nape of his neck, holding him to her. “Always.”
THE END
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The New Mission 1 (One Shot) Bucky X Male OC Mark
[Hello My Sexy Readers here is a chapter that took forever to write enjoy!!!]
(marks pov)
"Man this turned out great!" I said smiling at my desert. I mean nothing can ruin this day. I smiled and turn around as I then hear a crash as I stop and immediately I search for a pan only to be hot on the head as I groan as my world went black.
When I came to.. normalcy, I immediately realised this wasn't my house! It was some sort of...of like room. Obviously. Bit I was terrified. I looked down to see my anke had been actually chained to the ground. I tried to pull it out, even hoping my heel would break it, even though I know that's impossible. That's when the door opens
A delicious looking male came in and he was shirtless. If I was not kidnapped I would be staring... More than I am. But, I was terrified as I scoot back, shaking slightly as I let my back hit the wall behind me.
"W-Who are you? W-Where am I?" I asked scared, looking at his face. God...he looked souless
"You are going to have my children." He says and start unbuckling his belt
(Sir we have one problem with that XD She is a HE XD Cant have babies XD At least not yet XD JK Or Am I XD)
My eyes go wide. "Oh no oh no no no no no, there's- there's a lot of fucking issues with that sentence. One, I don't know you! At all--"
"hydra has selected you--"
"two, I don't want to, And three, I physically can't! I'm a dude!" I yell
He stops at that and looks like his brain is processing what he said.
"ye-yeah! So, so this while thing is pointless, you can let me go." I said nervously
"I still want you." He says. "I wanted you since the moment I saw you and you will be mine."
I looked at him as he walked over to me as I see his arm...oh my god...it was the winter soldier.. I... I'm dead.. He walked over and lean down kissing me
My eyes widen as I immediately push him back out of reflex. He growled and grabbed my wrists in one hand and pinned them above my head.
(You know what they say about big hands ;3)
I let out a small whimper as I looked into his eyes....he...he looked almost familiar..like that guy I served once bit never saw again..
"Don't." He said kissing me once more as his free hand touched my knee but in contrast to his hand that held my wrists, his hand that was caressing me was so gentle..but it was moving up, pushing my dress up as he let out a shakey breath.
(Dude..dude okay look calm down you are giving massive virgin vibes and we know you ain't a virgin, but you giving massive virgin vibes then again..crossdressing was illegal when he was alive so probably his first real encounter)
(XD yup)
He smiled at me and kissed down my neck I could not help but mewl in pleasure. I've never felt like this before ..it, it was such a new feeling I haven't felt before. And I loved it and I moaned arching into him to give him more room.
"mmm...N-No...stop it..~" I moaned out.
"I don't think you want me to stop it~" he says. "Let daddy take care of you~"
(I regret nothing!)
(XD)
(XD)
I let out a small moan as he got down and wrapped my legs around him so I was straddling him, his erection pressed against my own pelvis as it was an odd feeling as I shudder, trying to deny it...trying to be the key word as he moved his hips, rubbing against me as I let out a small moan as I could feel myself starting to slowly have blood rush down there. I groaned in need and want but try to keep my head on I do not need to be touched by this attractive man no matter how good it felt
However I feel his free hand finally pull up my skirt completely as he seemed to have a genuine smile.
"Your so beautiful~" he says with a smile "you wouldn't believe how excited I was when I was told you, the...well at the time I thought you were a woman, I met while trying to blend in, was going to be the one they picked.." he said as he slid the panties off as I shudder trying to shift away from his hands as he smirked. "And now...we get to carry out the mission~" he said
(dude mark can't xD he can't get pregnant..but that won't stop him xD)
(XD He is a sick minded man fuck the ass until babies XD)
He slams his lips into mine and kisses me deeply pulling me close to him. I moaned as he pushed himself against me, finally letting go of my wrists as he pulled down his pants. I blushed darkly at the sight of his cock it was huge
"T-That's.. it's so big, i-it won't fit"
"I will make it fit." He says and spreads my legs
I shudder as I didn't even fight, in fact I actively spread my legs wide for him. He smirks and spits on his hand lubing up his fingers
I let a moan as he smirked. "You sound excited~"
I blush darkly and look at him as he pushed a finger in God It felt so good on my sensitive walls.
"g-Good.. i-it feels good~" I moan
"All for you darling~" he says adding another and scissoring inside me
I let out a loud moan as I lift my legs up as he smirked grabbing them with one hand and holding them up as I moan. "O-Oh god..I-I can't take it!" I moaned
I came hard spilling on my chest and I panted shaking in the aftermath.
However I feel something poking me as I looked to see him smirking at me. "Get ready~ I'm going to make it so you can't sit~"
[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS finally done, I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy my friends!]
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Keep your body all on me
this is for @desitonystark aka the thot queen. ly and hope you like it! (i have part 2 of this in the works already so let's hope y'all make me wanna write more ;))
summary: stripper!tony x sugar daddy!steve. you know what (or rather, who) is coming. ao3
Steve isn't a regular at The Lotus Strip Club.
At least, that's what he tells himself everytime the guards let him through the doors and into the bedazzling lights and amidst the dancers who are in varying degrees of undress.
"Hello, Mr. Rogers! We weren't expecting you today," a beautiful, red-haired woman greets him.
Steve smiles at her forcefully. He is still debating whether or not to go ahead with this at all, partly because he is slightly tipsy from the bar visit and partly because this was not a habit he wants to develop. But today he needs this. Especially after the exhausting yet trivial fight at work.
"Change of plans. I'll have my usual, please," he tells her politely and she winks back at him.
She returns a moment later, an apologetic look on her face. "Giselle's not here today, sir. Also, Rick and Hernandez are busy."
Steve's face falls. He'd wanted to see Giselle today; she was exceptionally attractive and often helped him forget everything that was on his mind. This was the one place he was allowed to have a favorite.
"Surely there's somebody who's free," he says, hoping his voice sounds more cheerful than what it seems like to him.
"There are loads, sir but you haven't been with anyone of them. Who would you like?"
"Surprise me," he says nonchalantly, stalking off to his already paid-for-room.
Bucky had hooked him up to this place. Damn him, but after a particularly bad break-up, Bucky had suggested doing something more... bold to help him move on.
He walks into the expensive suite, all with it's own mini - bar, a lounge, a pole and other things Steve hasn't bothered to check. It's a little too gaudy for Steve's taste but it is a strip club. Flashy is what it has to be.
He is barely settled onto the couch when someone calls to him from behind the shimmering drapes at the entrance.
"Hey, handsome."
A man, about 5 and a half feet tall dressed in tight leather pants and a shirt whose first three buttons are open, is leaning against the frame, a hand on his hip.
He draws close then, as Steve looks on, stopping just shy of his legs.
Glitter shimmers subtly at the corners of his light brown eyes, lined with thick, dark mascara. They almost twinkle as he spins around for Steve. His hair is a mess of dark curls, but looks sexy.
"It's Tony," he chirps. The grin on his plump lips is so contagious, that Steve finds himself smiling back at the man.
God, is he hot.
"I'm Steve," he greets back.
"Gorgeous," Tony drawls, as he drops onto Steve's lap, straddling him with his knees. Steve doesn't even have a moment to process it before Tony starts grinding against him.
Steve lets out a moan at the sudden friction and Tony flashes him a brilliant smile.
"You're a noisy one," he hums, running his hands through Steve's hair and Steve almost leans into his touch, moaning.
His last trip had been a whole month ago. He is touch-starved, to say the least.
"Love that," Tony purrs, continuing to grind against Steve.
He smells brilliant too, adding to his overall attractiveness and Steve feels himself growing hard with every movement of Tony's hips.
Steve puts a hand on the small of Tony's back, holding the man in place as he moves against him.
Tony smiles as he slowly unbuttons his shirt and lets it drop to the floor.
His skin glows a dull bronze and it definitely isn't make-up.
"I've never seen you around here," Steve says, his breath get heavier with the arousal. Tony is panting slightly too, and Steve has an overwhelming urge to kiss him but alas, rules are rules.
"I'm new, hon'," Tony answers and lets out a whimper so soft, it makes Steve buck a little against him.
Tony casts him a devilish smile. He throws his head back then, eyes fluttering shut and one hand coming up to run through his own hair. He arches towards Steve, who is far too tempted to dart out his tongue and lick a stripe.
But all he does is push Tony closer to himself, hands still splayed firm against his ass.
"Oh yeah, that's good," Tony hums, hands now moving to run down Steve's front and then back up. Steve let's his head rest against the couch, relishing in that absolutely addicting feeling that's coursing through his blood.
Just when Steve starts to move against Tony too, unable to keep from the temptation, Tony jumps off of him.
Steve's eyes snap open.
Tony makes a huge show of removing his trousers, as a song blares through the speakers in the room.
His legs are long shafts of beautiful, bronze skin and Steve swears he has never seen a more beautiful man in a life.
Tony is now dressed in only black, lacy underwear that, when he bends, gives Steve the full, scenic view of Tony's absolutely perfect, bubbled ass.
Steve's mouth goes dry at the sight, as Tony slowly stands straight again and strides towards him, a seductive look on his face. He sits on top him again, throwing his hands around Steve's neck this time.
Steve hasn't been this turned-on since... forever. He's feeling almost animal-like, something wild and carnal in him wants to rip off that last piece of cloth off Tony's skin and take him whole.
"You're fucking beautiful," Steve breathes, feeling hot. The tip of Tony's ears turn pink at the compliment but he quickly composes himself.
"You're not so bad yourself," he whispers, lips brushing the shell of Steve's ear. His voice is soft and flirty, and it sends shivers down Steve's spine. Tony is making him feel like a first timer and he absolutely loves it.
Tony has resumed his grinding, but it feels different this time; drawn out and oh-so-good. Steve moans again, trailing his hands all over Tony's front.
"Oh yeah sugar, let me make you feel good," he says softly, and Steve can feel Tony's hardness pressing against him as his own twitches in response.
Steve drags his hand up the length of Tony's thigh, before resting it on his ass. He gives it a harsh squeeze and Tony bites his lips, groaning.
His eyes feel heavy, and his entire body is feverish with desire, the racing thoughts in his brain tumbling out of his mouth before he can ever stop them.
"How much to take you home, then?" Steve breathes, looking at Tony through hooded eyes. Tony stops his movements, gasping at him in surprise and turns red.
"There's rules in this strip club, mister," Tony retorts but the blush hasn't left his cheeks yet. Steve squeezes his ass again, gesturing for Tony to start moving again.
"You look fairly young. I am assuming you need the money," Steve notes as Tony pops the first button of his blue shirt, before sliding one hand inside. He takes a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline rush to his head.
"Well, most people are in this for money," Tony replies quietly, letting his fingers trail over Steve's collarbone. His hips start to move faster, as he bends over Steve's shoulder and Steve has to grip Tony's waist to keep from grinding right back.
Steve blushes a little, not knowing if he should voice the thoughts in his head.
"I'll pay you double the amount that you get here," Steve says, voice almost guttural and Tony pulls back to stare at him with wide eyes. "You don't have to keep doing this."
Tony blinks at him, obviously taken aback. He is silent for a moment. "What do I have to do in return?"
Steve tugs him closer, brushing the skin of the delicious 'V' above his abdomen. "Whatever you do here. The only difference- it'll be at my place. For me exclusively."
Steve has only ever heard rumors of people making such propositions before and never thought he'd be making one someday as well but hell, Tony's making him feel wild like he hasn't in ages.
Tony stares at Steve for a moment, tonguing his cheek. Steve can't tell what he's thinking.
"C'mon," Steve presses, voice dropping an octave,"I'll treat you so good."
Tony looks up and draws close, so that his face is hovering above Steve's and runs a finger from the latter's temple, pausing for a second longer at his lips and all the way to his collarbone; mild amusement curling at the edges of his smirk.
Steve hasn't seen anything hotter and that's saying something, given the plethora of experience with someone as gorgeous as Giselle.
Tony then reaches behind Steve to produce a lipstick from God knows where. He holds his stare as he lets his fingernails scrunch up the fabric of Steve's expensive shirt before ripping it open, buttons flying askew. Steve has barely enough time to react, before Tony quickly writes ten digits in the flamboyant red on his skin and then jumps off his lap, just as the song in the background comes to an end.
Only when he is by the door does he turn back and give Steve a seductive look, all with a playful lip bite that sends all of Steve's blood rushing to his already erect dick.
"Send me the place and time," Tony says with a wink that makes Steve's heart rate spike to a one-fifty, and is gone.
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mind-of-a-hardstan · 5 years
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Just a Coffee
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Pairing: Seokjin x reader 
Genre: smut 
Warnings: making out, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, riding, size kink. 
Summary: Jin comes back to visit a few months after he moved away to study. You invite him over for coffee and naturally you end up talking for hours. And then you end up in his lap... 
Word count: 2.2K 
A/N: I’m actually pretty proud of this one. Please leave a comment or ask if you liked it, I’m an attention whore who needs attention :) 
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When Jin messaged you that he was coming back to visit, you nearly jumped out of your skin with glee. It had been a few months since he left to study and you were quite excited to see your friend again.
You agreed to meet at your (new) apartment for coffee at 3.
You should have known that it was going to be more than just a coffee though. After so long, you had a lot to talk about and one cup soon turned into two turned into three. Jin took his coffee with milk and two sugars and a lingering glance.
Eventually the coffee ran out but the conversation didn’t, so you offered him rooibos tea and he accepted. The sun had set, but you didn’t notice until the room was doused in darkness. You turned on the light and continued the conversation.
You’d always admired how handsome Jin was. Always wondered what it would be like to kiss those plump lips, how he would kiss, how he would be like in bed. You wanted to find out, but you never acted on it.
Tonight seemed different though. Jin was more flirty than usual. Looked at you different, somehow.
Lingering glances soon turned to lingering touches. Hands grazing a second too long, thighs touching when you moved. You wanted to touch more. For the first time you risked it, let your hand linger longer and-
-you were sitting on Jin’s lap with your hands in his brown hair. His lips were ravishing your neck to the point where the constant hickeys almost hurt.
Those were going to be tough to explain.
“What is it, baby?” he rasped when you gripped his hair harder to get him to pull away. God, when did his voice become that deep?
You didn’t answer and just leaned forward to kiss the life out him. He let out a quiet gasp and quickly laced his tongue with yours to get you to kiss him harder. You leaned forward, placing your full weight on him.
You couldn’t help but groan when Jin’s large hands gripped your ass. He squeezed hard, pleased with your reaction. You took revenge and ground down, and his response was immediate.
He pulled away with a gasp and his face melted into pleasure. He was rock hard against your clothed clit. The fact that you had this effect on him made the feeling even better. You couldn’t help letting out a small noise in the back of your throat.
You rested your forehead against his, holding his scalding gaze. His mouth was open to let out small pants as you ground your hips into his. He kneaded your ass cheeks, trying to pull as many sounds out of you as he could.
“God, Jin…” you trailed off, focusing on Jin’s rock hard dick deliciously grinding against your core, instead.
You were sopping by now, soaking his jeans.
“Yes, right here, baby.” His voice was heavy, small gasps and noises leaving those plump lips.
You needed to kiss him again.
You did.
Jin slipped his tongue into your mouth as soon as your lips connected, clearly as needy as you were.
You kissed back just as messily, too distracted with grinding on him to focus on kissing him like you should. He seemed to share the thought.
“Shit.” Jin pulled away with a wince after you ground down particularly hard, hands squeezing your ass harder, trying to get you to stop.
“Stop, Y/N. Hurts.”
You stopped.
“What’s wrong?”
“The jeans. It hurts.”
Your hands were on his zipper before he even finished his sentence.
“No, wait, you don’t have to.”
“Shut up, I want to.”
You pulled down his jeans, and his erection tented his blue boxers. He was… big, judging by what you could see through his boxers. Bigger than you would have thought, to say the least.
“What’s wrong?” Jin asked. You looked up at him through your lashes, giving him the sultriest look you could manage.
“You’re just bigger than I expected.”
He seemed equally aroused and pleased with that statement. He flashed you a smug grin and pulled you back for another kiss. Jin ravaged your mouth. You could barely keep up with his frantic kisses.
“You didn’t think I was just a pretty face,” he said thickly, “With nothing to show, did you?” You couldn’t get over how deep and husky he sounded. His voice was usually smooth and melodic. Now just he sounded rough.
“That’s exactly what I thought,” you teased.
He thrust up, his cock pushing exactly onto your clit. You cried out and hunched over involuntarily. Jin smirked his stupid smirk and heaven knows you were up for revenge.
He may have had a big dick, but you were never one to back away from a challenge.
You kissed him hard, tongues tangling together. A dribble of spit ran down your chin. He was messy and you were living for it.
You caught his lower lip between your teeth, making eye contact as you slowly let it go. His breath stuttered. You lightly laid your hand on his pulsing cock, and he hissed.
Before he could say anything, you were on your knees between his legs with your hands stroking his cock through his boxers. Jin was squirming slightly. His kiss-swollen lip was caught between his lips.
“Can I take them off?”
“Yeah.”
You slid the boxers off of him, and you couldn’t help but inhale slightly. He was indeed bigger than you’ve ever had. His cock was an angry red and already slightly leaking from the tip.
That was your doing. The thought made you bite your lip.
Jin groaned and you looked up to find him staring at you with almost black eyes.
“You look like actual sin. You could probably just sit there and look at me like that and I’d come.”
You blushed and decided to tease some more. You bit your lip again and ran your hand over your breast, pinching your nipple through your shirt. He groaned again and ran his tongue over his bottom lip. His fiery gaze made it clear that he wanted to eat you up. That he was seconds away from pinning you to the couch. You weren’t exactly opposed to the idea…
“Oh, don’t be a tease, baby.”
You giggled, enjoying it more than you should have.
Soekjin threw his head back on the couch, clearly trying to catch his breath. You didn’t let him. You surged forward and ran your tongue up his cock form the base to the tip before starting to softly suckle on it like a lollypop.
He nearly doubled over at the contact, a moan tumbling from those kiss swollen lips.
“Jesus.”
You smiled. He was so responsive and it made you want more.
You looked up at Jin and found him staring at you with hooded eyes and parted lips. He looked ravishing. You kept eye contact and slowly started to sink down onto his cock. His breathing came out in pants. Hands twitching where the rested on his thighs.
“God, you look like sin,” he said again.
You sank lower, taking as much of him as you could in one go. Jin moaned again, the sound music to your ears. You worked your hand down the parts you couldn’t reach and hollowed your cheeks, sucking softly.
“Fuck, baby, I don’t know how long I’ll last with a mouth like that.”  
You locked eyes with him, took him deeper until he hit the back of your throat, relaxed your jaw and then swallowed around him.
“Fucking shit,” he blurted, letting out a sound like someone punched him in the gut. You gagged, and came up for air.
Before you knew what was happening, Jin pulled you up and kissed you senseless, messy. He sucked on your tongue, making you dizzy. You were distantly aware of the spit and precome running down your chin, but you didn’t care.
“Take it off. All of it,” he demanded.
“Yes, sir,” you giggled, too quick to comply, ripping off your clothes in record time before straddling his waist again. He want straight for your tits, sucking on your nipples like his life depended on it.
You moaned out his name, tangled your hands in his hair. It only urged him on. Jin softly bit down on the sensitive flesh and you whimpered.
“Baby, you’re dripping you my cock, do you know that?”
You were. You were straddling him, hovering above his length, but your juices were already dripping onto him. You bit your lip at the sight.
“Have you got any idea how sexy you are? How did I keep myself from fucking your brains out for so long?”
“Can I ride you?” the question slipped past your lips before you even had time to think about it. Jin kissed you, deep and rough and needy. God, you couldn’t get enough of it. Of him.
“God yes,” he said and kissed you again, the same way as before. You lowered your hips and ground down against him, spreading your slick all over his thick cock. He hissed into the kiss and gripped your ass harder. He seemed to be slowly losing his mind, moved your hips faster and started to thrust up.
“Please baby,” he begged, and you decided to show the poor man some mercy. You lined up with his cock and slowly, painfully slowly, you started to sink down on him.
Jin watched with amazement, mesmerised at how he was sinking into you.
“God, look at that. Look how well you take me. Such a small pussy taking such a huge cock.”
You moaned. He was bigger than you’ve had in a while and the stretch almost felt too much. You whined, and he grabbed your ass, lifted you up slightly before helping you sink down again. Inch by delicious inch, you sank down on his cock until you were fully seated.
You sat still for a moment, out of breath and watching Jin. He seemed fucked out already. Hooded eyes, messy hair, flushed cheeks and hickeys covering his neck and chest.
You haven’t even properly fucked yet. You didn’t want to know what you looked like.  
“You good, baby?”
You gave a low whine and slowly, slowly rocked your hips forward. Jin threw his head back against the couch and moaned. His eyes never left yours. You started to pick up the pace, rocking your hips back and forth, slowly getting used to the stretch his cock was giving you.
“So big. So big, Jin”
You didn’t know where that came from. It slipped out, but he seemed satisfied. “Yeah? You like it don’t you? You like taking such a big cock?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes.” You nodded rapidly, going faster, getting more and more used to the stretch. You rested your hands on Jin’s chest, using it as leverage to start slowly bouncing on his cock. His grip on your ass tightened even more. Gasping and moaning, Jin rested his forehead against yours, breathing in your moans.
You looked fucked out, messy, and you could tell he loved it. Jin leaned forward and kissed you. Barely. It was too far gone to be considered a proper kiss. He swallowed down your moans. Spit was running down your chins, but it only added to the pleasure and you never knew you could like something like that. The messiness of it all. It didn’t disgust you, it turned you on.
All the while you were bouncing on his cock, unconsciously going faster, your body chasing what it needed. Jin didn’t keep still anymore. He was bucking up, meeting your hips. Faster faster faster.
Your hips slammed down, his pushed up, and he hit a spot inside of you that had you doubling over, bumping your foreheads together in the process.
“Ah fuck.” Pain or pleasure, your body couldn’t decide.
“Shit, you okay?” he asked. You nodded and a breathless giggle slipped past your lips.
But he knew where that little spot was now, angled your right and hit your g-spot over and over. Your moans became more desperate, the arousal coiling in your stomach, winding tighter.
“That it, baby? That the spot?”
You needed more.
You picked up speed again, going faster with him hitting that spot over and over. Your mind started to go blank. Nothing but the white hot burn of needing to cum. So close. So close.
“Slower, baby, I’m gonna cum.” You barely heard him. Noises spilling out of your mouth uncontrollably.
“Baby, go slower, shit. Fuck.”
“Jin, Jin, Jin,” you chanted his name like a mantra, trying to keep yourself from floating away. “Jin I’m gonna- Jin I’m- Jin!” You were squealing the words out, followed by a string of curses.
“Fuck, fuck.” Jin was moaning out your name, gripping your ass harshly to keep you moving as he came, spilling into you while your thighs twitched uncontrollably.
You went limp in his lap after the last of the aftershocks wore off. The room went silent except for heavy breathing and your heart still pounding in your ears.
“How long till you go back?” you mumbled a few minutes later, refusing to move while his fingers brushed through your hair.
“A month,” he said softly, voice still rough.
“Great. We still have some catching up to do.”
Jin laughed and kissed your forehead before getting up to fetch a towel.
He ended up spending the night.
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turkoftheslums · 4 years
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Let’s start a chain of sweetness.
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5 THINGS YOU LOVE ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER.
ONE: He is one snarky guy. Being such a reserved and quiet person irl, I don’t often get to snark or be witty in conversations so it’s really nice to do that with Reno.
TWO: As I’ve mentioned in the past, Reno is a three-dimensional character - he acts like a bad guy but has a conscience hiding deep down that he only shows to Rude. He has feelings and emotions he’s stuffed down as deep as he can and it’s interesting to think what could happen if they just bubbled to the surface.
THREE: Reno is a trained combatant. I’ve gotten into writing combat as of recent and getting to write it with him feels like a blessing. I never got to write combat at all with Noctis, not even in fanfics so writing and choreographing fight scenes feels great. It’ll get put to use one day.
FOUR: The amount of stuff he just has tucked away everywhere - and that’s just on his person. He has things folded up neatly and tucked in pretty much all his pockets. “Why does he not have huge bumps sticking out?” I hear you ask. Tetris logic.
FIVE: For all the violence that’s involved with his job, Reno is a secret sweet bean. He hates showing it but he craves even the tiniest sliver of affection and dislikes being alone unless he really, really needs to be alone. Idk can you tell I’ve been grasping at straws from point 2 onwards?
5 PEOPLE ON HERE YOU LOVE, AND WHY.
Why can I only pick 5?? I love so many D:
ONE: Always at the top of my lists is @rude-at-your-service​. He’s my bro and I always love seeing him on my dash. He was the 8th person I followed when I made this blog back in 2015 and I’m super duper glad we’ve reconnected (and he helped keep me sane for part of my train journeys last month). And just for you good sir; jag skulle behöva lite vatten. (Say the thing, I dare you)
TWO: Next up we have Lyri for whomst I shall tag @hautevaux​. Lyri is a gem. Lyri is bae. Vaux is bae. I was really shy to approach at first because her writing is just 😲😲 it’s so good and we’ve really clicked since we first started talking and I love it. Also, I promise I’m not ignoring you when you compliment me, my brain just blue screens and doesn’t know what to do.
THREE: @that-turk-laney​ come back to us, Mia! We miss you! But seriously, I think Mia was one of the first people I followed when I returned back in February and she’s really helped me build Reno up. We really need to get that soft thread going, we really do. Movie night for Reno and Elena, yes please.
FOUR: JAEJAE. I love the good JaeJae over at @cssnei​. He got me really into some stuff coughUpUpDownDowncoughDevilMayDrycough and I wouldn’t trade that for the world. Every Wednesday we sit and wait for DaParty to start streaming then type in capitals at each other on Discord while laughing our asses off. I enjoy the fun we have and I hope that doesn’t change when we finally run into each other.
FIVE: Finally, I’ve decided to finish off with @shinrasfirst​ whom I used to admire from afar. Min is super cool and I spent actual weeks trying to get myself to check them out and follow them because we have a few mutuals and I was like “Hnnnnnn, I’m sure we’d get along but hhhhhhhhh”. Then they followed me first and I was like “!!!! wtf????” so yeah, now we occasionally talk about Kpop and I can’t remember what else we’ve talked about but we’ve talked about other things. (I have Discord if you want it)
5  SONGS EITHER YOU OR YOUR MUSE REGARD AS A ‘GUILTY PLEASURE’ THAT ALWAYS MAKES YOU SMILE.
I’m gonna cheat here and group a bunch of songs together because y’all need to be exposed to my here there and everywhere music taste. (Judge me, I dare you)
ONE: So I’m actually putting 3 songs in here. My mum’s favourite decade has always been the 80′s so I grew up listening to a lot of D.uran D.uran - I still have memories of us in her green car with the cassette player and I’d beg for us to listen to the D.uran D.uran tape (which is merely 10 years older than me!). My favourites have always been Rio, Hungry Like The Wolf, and Save A Prayer. SAP is absolutely my first emo song. (And interestingly enough, I don’t think Reno would listen to DD songs)
TWO: Infinity by Guru Josh. This. Damn. Song. Why is it so bloody difficult to find the specific version I grew up with?? But yeah, the saxophone has stuck with me all these years - and I’m still proud of myself for identifying the first instrument heard as a saxophone. I feel like this song says something about me...
THREE: Courtesy of JaeJae, I am super into DMC. Nero’s theme in 5 is probably my favourite thing in existence and I’m probably going to listen to it on Thursday. Sticking with video game music, let’s add some more here shall we? This remix of Supporting Me used in S.onic F.orces just gets me in the right spot. That goddamn guitar is just *chefs kiss*. Also the theme for Green Hills in the Sonic movie makes me want to sob because I grew up with Sonic the Hedgehog in my life and the movie being really good despite some pacing and editing issues-- I just-- someone come cry with me 😭 THOSE CHORDS (also chucking in Un-gravitify from Riders: Zero Gravity because that series is underrated as hell and I can’t believe Free Riders killed it. Revive Riders, you cowards. Give me my extreme gear back) - I feel like Reno would definitely listen to a lot of video game music (especially from Sonic and DMC)
FOUR: It’s Brit time again: Mr Brightside by The Killers- ahem, sorry, the anthem for the UK. Cheesy Brit songs? Yes, please. 5, 6, 7, 8 by Steps was my childhood - I still know the steps to it ;¬¬, I’m Too Sexy by Right Said Fred is an absolute must and you know Reno listens to this even if it’s not particularly to his taste - it just fascinates him, THIS SONG - I love it so much and I’ve convinced myself I can mimic it almost perfectly, my mum probably sensed something was up years ago considering my obsession with Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go. Bands like Busted and McFly with songs like Glad I Crashed The Wedding and Obviously, as well as VengaBoys with We Like To Party are joint guilty pleasures.
FIVE: To flip to a whole other spectrum, both Reno and I are fond of rock and metal and you will likely find one of us mouthing along and bopping our heads to songs like Hero by Skillet, Bodies by Drowning Pool (I have to resist the urge to scream along every time), It Has Begun by STARSET, and Another Way Out by Hollywood Undead. It only just clicked with me in recent months that I did in fact have an emo phase (if a little low-key) and it was devoid of P!atD and MCR which is a crime. But songs like this are absolutely guilty pleasures for both myself and Reno.
Tagging: Everyone tagged above, as many of my Aerith/Aeris mutuals as I remember: @roseusuitta, @cultivatxr, @pulchralilium, @floralcetra, @flowergirlgillionaire, @wallflowergainsborough, @churchflower, @thememcry, @angetoile, and YOU (should you wish to do it)!
Tagged by: @madamdirectcr
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wo-wann-was-wer · 4 years
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WHAT I WAS THINKING: DARK SEASON 3 EDITION
EPISODE 1:
Who are these dudes with the harelip and what do they want
Why did she just take him to a cave and leave that’s kinda rude
So everything in this universe is just gonna be backwards. Love it
Ugh I’ve said this a million times but this show has such Fringe energy and I can’t wait to get a tattoo for this too
This is super freaking me out, i dont like that everyone’s in everyone else’s house.
Ooooh Katharina with glasses yes girl you better work.
I like Michael and this hat he’s rocking
Super into the fact that magnus and fransizka are involved in this universe too
There’s nothing cuter than sex before school. Ahhh the nostalgia
Ten bucks says that Hannah gets out of this bed and is pregnant
Fucking YEP
I am loving Martha in this Jonas journey
I know that all they did was flip the lens of the camera but my brain is breaking at this flipped Winden
Who the fuck is this random dude Martha is with
You know what he kind of looks like Jonas. I wonder if that's relevant or if I'm just grasping at straws
Bartosz looks like he's going to his first grade violin recital
I straight up just did not recognize Charlotte with makeup. She looks hot
There's got to be another person in that picture other than Ulrich because that's a lot of space to rip out for one person
okay hold up Woller looks so good and then when I saw that he was missing an arm I almost lost my fucking mind
Oh shit okay Hannah is living in Katharina's house.
Oh my God are Ulrich and Charlotte having an affair
Is it normal in Germany for kids to just walk into classes that aren't there’s and just sit down
follow up he has a clear noose mark on his neck
Aleksander looks so hot with this beard. universe B is the fucking glow up universe
It's weirding me out that the whole school is black and gray instead of light brown
The look of satisfaction on katharina's face
Wow honestly Louis just broke my heart with his facial expression when he realized his mom didn't know who he was
he looks so scared
Yes yes do it afffffffffair
Oh no you done got found out!!!
Oh the theme of the play here is red and set of gold
Fransizka looks so cute in this little outfit
Oh my God she's deaf!!!!
What the fuck. the fact that this actress can talk is blowing my mind
RIP to Regina a real queen
Peter's a fucking priest
All the fucking weird-ass freaky motherfucking trio is back
The dopplers have the same house That's cool
excuse me sir I think your child is broken
these guys are so creepy What the fuck
I definitely don't like the piano wire
oh this motherfucker is the one who gets lost
I feel like winden in this universe is just a little bit fancier
Well Charlotte and Ulrich just be fucking like crazy
Bartosz is the Jonas of this group and I love it
who was that??????
I cannot get over Aleksander in this beard
I like that things are opposite but they also have things that are different enough.
Like I'm so into the fact that they all went down into the bunker
who in the unholy fuck is that. who is that
Oh shit old Martha
What the fuck is this Tannhaus’ factory we're at
hold up Martha's in 1888
What the fuck. why is Jonas in 1888 and looking SO good
EPISODE 2:
casually sitting over your bed watching you sleep
he's look so good though
yo what the fuck everybody else is there too
Oh no things got really ugly at Mads’ wake
Not for nothing but Tronte is a dick
I kind of don't understand why Claudia would want Regina to live in such pain in this type of universe
Peter is such a good boy
lurking is the freaking national past time of this place
Oh shit we got some spin-off timeline stuff good
who is This is blind guy
I love Katharina so fucking much
I know what she's thinking and it's the same thing I'm thinking which is can I kill a child
why does this picture of Tronte make him look like Jimmy Smits
Katharina looks amazing in this jacket
Also I definitely did not just start yelling GO GET YOUR MAN KATHARINA
Regina just gets more and more badass as time goes on. Also all of the women of the tiedemann family are so fucking badass
I am so excited to watch this fucking relationship develop. they're both too cute
awwww he's using signs!
oh they're writing back and forth
DAMNIT PETER
I always feel like little Noah should do fuckboy sign offs when he leaves rooms because he's so smooth
yesterday Laurel said that this was back to the future but serious and just now Bartosz said it's not super easy to get nuclear fuel in 1888 and now I think that Laurel's right
I will never get over how good he looks JONAAAASSSSSSS
This guy feels like the OG inventor of sic mundus right
Katerina why are you even trying to check in at the front desk bitch Go and get your man
Is this Katarina's mom why does she just recognize that woman's name
everyone on the show is so talented.I spend the whole damn time being like oh my god the performances on the show and it's like yeah we know
Katerina get your man
I literally love them so much look at the look on her face She is a mama bear She is not going to let anybody take her man or her children and I love her
Not a huge fan of people who quote Shakespeare right before they kill other people or am I an enormous fan of people who use Shakespeare right before they kill other people
using a garotte to kill someone is ugly as fuck
I feel so bad for Jana
see this is one of the reasons why I'm like why would you bring Regina back to this world.
wowwwww TRONTE what's up dude
YO WHAT
Oh so how did Charlotte get back there but Elizabeth's still there too. didn't they switch places?
oh the head bump
Not excited for the mother daughter abuse stuff that's about to happen
I love these split sequences that they do at the end
anytime somebody stands and stairs for a lonely at a spot on the ground I assume to somebody died there
Oh shit that guy is a tannhausokkkk I see you
a religious images we love to see it.
This show is a whole series of pause that frame.
No I ruined something for myself!!!!
EPISODE 3
got to love those through and through Ariadne references
okay so Charlotte's great great grandfather has her watch?
who are these horrible traveler human beings
they look like less sexy Francis dolarhydes
I can't get over the fact that wollers missing an arm here I swear
we ARE the glitch BITCH
alternate universe Ulrich is a better person than standard Ulrich
what's this new like zoom-y thing they're doing
I was attracted to Magnus at this jump of the show but he looks better with dark hair
How did they not all die of fucking flu
eternally repeating deja vu
I looked at the production stills and I was like what the fuck is this hair do that Moritz has but he looks amazing
Also everyone on this show deserves an acting award
and Magnus is wearing a skeleton sweater
Hannah does that deep dive detective work any bitch knows the Nose doesn't lie
why doesn't anybody want to fuck wöller
omgggg eat the RICH
also he has that x tattoo on his hand that represents the no future thing
oh the light is rectangular and not circular ooooooh fancy
The show is also a lot of people catching each other's wrists as they walk away
I knew we couldn't trust this bitch
What did he give her
I love the parallels and characters behaviors between universe a and universe b
I want to know how Noah factored into all of this on this side
Martha has a type and her type is iconically Aryan
Oh Aleksander's back with that beard he's back
Hannah is such a snake
Omg that's her!!!!! I thought she was a trans actress.. hm. not super happy bout that :/
What is Helge talking about Ulrich did what??? omg
I would be like SIR DO WE NEED TO FIGHT STOP FOLLOWING ME
I stopped taking notes for the last half of that episode cuz I was really sucked in haha
EPISODE 4
FIRST OF ALL I'D LIKE TO GO ON RECORD THAT I DON'T CARE FOR THESE GENTLEMEN AT ALL
second of all why is this guy being like oh I took your name
why does he have Agnes's bracelet I don't like that
I don't like anything about this guy That's the end of the story
Also hold up a red hot second is Agnes dead cuz if so that's a hate crime
see what did I say
I knew that Hannah was going to get involved with Egon
from the second she walked in that office I was like that bitch has her eye on him and as she should he's handsome as fuck
Also he spoils her so much more than any other man she's ever been with AKA is Egon the only man she ever deserved
Is Hannah going to develop a heart cuz I'm not sure how I feel about that
Also what happens if Hannah gets pregnant
why is Ines a bitch I thought she was mad cool the beginning and now I feel fucking deceived
Also it's such a sweet gig that The kids who are playing kids can now play teenagers
poor Doris. Also he was shitty to her but he was far nicer than I would have been
Doris is so beautiful it's bullshit
older Magnus is so handsome
All I wanted was middle-aged Martha
bitch you have been having unprotected sex with him why do you think that pregnancy was not on the tabl
I'm like who's this guy in the church if it's not Noah I bet it's that little bitch
yeah I fucking knew it
Is this the dude that was married to Agnes I feel like this guy isn't real or something
I'm not surprised he let her go but I don't know why I'm not surprised. I feel like she's important to his timeline and I'm not sure why
look at these relationships forming between these sweet little bab
Hannah looks good in this red. Hannah looks good in all of these styles. 
who is this child
I like that already as a child Bernd had his eye on Claudia as someone who was smart and had a ton of potential
 I keep forgetting that I'm taking notes because I get so invested in episodes
Also I realize the zoomi thing which is going back and forth between the universes
Is Agnes Silja’s mom And if so with whom 
he gave her Agnes’ bracelet that dope All right Tronte
Wow Claudia needs to back off her man
Claudia force him into a relationship with her
I fucking hate Hannah but sometimes she speaks so much sense
ooh I don't need anyone Yes girl that's true You don't need anyone You needing people was what made you act fucking crazy You don't need anybody
This was always my big problem with Hannah was that I initially identified with her because she was such a survivor but then she did such horrible reprehensible things I just couldn't let it go and I absolutely couldn't identify with her anymore
Oh here's my daddy Noah looking so good
I mean okay so I have been in this position before where I was cheating and then my man cheated on me and I was like how dare you but also you cannot be mad if your partner cheats on you when you cheated too. You both fucked up
Is Hannah going to have a redemption arc cuz that's a lot
Oh my God she's not going to get rid of this child is she
Oh my great God I cannot believe that she gave Helene that necklace. 
I knew she was fucking connected to Katharina in the older generation I knew it
Louis and Lisa are a super cute couple and I know that they're not dating in real life but I think that they're very cute together
Oh everybody fucking
yeah they created the Apocalypse yeah
Oh no they have a child outside of worlds that's a mess How does that work so they had they gave birth to that ugly fuck
honestly I hate that he's their child for the most part just because he's ugly as fuck and neither of them are ugly as fuck so it makes me mad.
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the pacific: part one, live blog because i said so
he looked so pissed when he has to make the sign of the cross to mary..... I KNOW ITS BECAUSE HES FALLING AWAY FROM HIS RELIGION but all i can think is undercover protestant????? i hate that i find myself funny stfu tom like he’s some angsty protestant like ‘this is fucking bullshit why the fuck DO THEY PRAY TO MARY’ which..... is a huge missconsperion but i’m not gonna get into that right now but hey if anyone needs an rs teacher? i got you
are you telling me i could have heard the most BEAUTIFUL monologue about the saint mary’s church and her plans for the day as well as being able to see that sweet sweet smile on vera’s face for longer but it was cut short because bobo went ‘i joined the marines’ GOOD FOR YOU BUT.....
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rOBERT...... you really gonna give her THAT look...... IN GODS HOUSE is this allowed? is THIS ALLOWED???? if you don’t say it in the voice of the vine we can not be fteejssn sorry i don’t make the rules
#BOB: i wanna catholic girl that go to church AND READ HER BIBLE (is that even right??? omg i can only remember the jewish one *in the voice of ryan reynolds severely slowed down* FUUUUUCCCKKK)
on a real note this man saw her at church ONCE and his ass went finna wife up like........ take her out to dinner first. OR AT LEAST ASK HER HOW SHE IS IN THE LETTERS like we get it you’re emo, the aussie won’t shag you anymore and you keep pissing your pants. i understand it’s a hard not life or how ever that song in annie goes but bro.........(this is obviously a joke i am dumb of ass please ignore me i love you m8 and i’m sorry you’re gonna embarrass yourself in front of everyone but chuckler shifts to momma mode so you good)
can we please acknowledge jon’s acting..... sir? PHENOMENAL he’s not even saying anything??? he’s just looking at the lt yet i’m near tears
gentle reminder i love the basilones🥺🥺🥺 the way they are so supportive even though they don’t understand and they are scared for him but they accept and respect that john wants more, needs more and they’re putting their own fears aside so he can spread his wings for no better turn of phrase.
‘just get the job done, and come home to us’ the way his head falls and he has to stop his voice from breaking. i’m s fucking bitter
THE HAND HOLD MY GOD
leckie:((( look hes a bastard and he pisses me off but no matter how much i bully him i do love him a lot and the complete disregard and uncaring nature from his dad breaks my heart. a handshake then gone just like that? HIS FACE BEFORE ‘there’s a war on everybodies got to make sacrifices’ he looks so hurt and broken baby
GENE MY SWEET SWEET BABY GOD THIS SO SAD ALEXA PLAY DESPACITO. my baby just wants to do his part :( CUT THE CAMERAS DEAD ASS I WILL CRY BABY PLEASE DON’T CRY JUST WAIT A FEW MORE EPS my heart really do be looking like: <eugene3
‘gene, supper’s ready’ ma’am i’m sorry but he does not give a shit
SIDNEY MY SWEET SWEET BOY get in a pram if you’re going to be so baby. look while i love him so much and i know he didn’t mean it to be !!!!! he’s just small of brain !!! but when he says “i wish we where going together” that lowkey rubs it in man......... like he’s already heartbroken PLEASE STOP but the “yeah well you take care of yourself greaser” - “you don’t have to worry about me” IM SOFT🥺
“wOWoWOoOOO COME ON GUYS I WORKED HARD FOR THESE ORANGES”
“guadal...kenel...guadal BLEEHHH” didn’t realise hoos was recreating the audience of my english speaking exam. LOOK I REALISE NOW TALKING ABOUT STOICISM TO A BUNCH OF 15 YEAR OLDS WHO DON’T CARE WAS A BAD IDEA BUT I GOT A DESTINCTION SO FUCK YOU TO THAT ONE KID
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chuckler baby..... i’m in love with a dumbass. also the hit across the head. i’m soft (lads lets take a shot every time i say i’m soft in this liveblog ITS GONNA BE A FUN NIGHT jk drink responsibly and all that jazz or be dick winters that’s cool too!! heck do a babe heffron and get yourself a caprisun you deserve it)
“professor leckie” please don’t fuel his ego HE DOES NOT NEED IT
HOLD UP I NEED TO SWITCH FROM THE TV TO MY LAPTOP TO SCREEN CAP THIS SHIT LEW MY SON HAVE YOU BEEN BITING INTO AN ORANGE LIKE IT IS AN APPLE??? I WOULD BE MAD BUT HE LOOKS SO CUTE on a real note though can you eat the skin???? will he be okay?????
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okay two hoos things: 1.) he looks SO DONE and i’m living for it 2.) can we talk about jacobs nose..... IM DYING TO TALK ABOUT JACOBS NOSE
okay the boats scene give me saving private ryan flashbacks i came out here to have a good time AND I AM NOT HAVING A GOOD TIME oh wait never mind runner just went ‘i could really use a stiff one right now’ i hate that but he saved the day with his dumbassery so thank you good sir i love you with all my heart
fun fact my how co ranking goes chuckler, runner, hoos, leckie
OH FUCK I FORGOT SID SJAKSJSJ y’know for someone who talks about how much they love sid i forget about him a lot. thank you for blessing my screen with your pretty face it helped me remember you exist LMAO guys my memory is not okay i’m actually concerned...... but more importantly i’d put him between hoos and leckie in the ranking :,)
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call it what it is. babyism. y’all better stop before i cuddle you LOOK AT THIS SHIT THEY’RE ADORABLE
runner is the only bitch i respect in this house he’s so fucking funny
‘they’ve? poisoned? a? billion?! coconuts?’ that poor son of a bitch BLESS HIM don’t shoot the messenger okay? he seems like a sweet bean
that shot of hoos, leckie and chuckler looking down at the camera into the bunker? my sexuality. my left brain: tomas stop thirsting it’s an intense and serious show. my righ brain: but?? they’re pretty?? me nodding smugly and in agreement: BUT THEY’RE PRETTY.
THIS MAN AND HIS GUM I CAN’T why is that me. i am the gum man at my school that sounds so weird ajsksjsj i just always have gum. ALSO spearmint is superior to normal mint. NORMAL MINT BURNS LIKE ITS SPICY BRO. bubblemint is superior superior but that’s more expensive rip😭😭😭😭😭😭
‘it’s like the fourth of july’ nice to my boy sufjan getting some rep he is king of the gays after all mr i can’t explain the state that i’m in the state of my heart he was my best friend. we all owe him EVERY parallel on this goddamn app. jk there’s one other king of the gays and that is demon! shane (bfu). no this is not up for debate
the shot of the ships is phenomenal. that’s one thing i do have to credit hbo on. the special effects and cinematography are beautiful and so fucking impressive like???
‘we’re killing them’ - ‘where’s the navy?’ / ‘gone we lost four cruisers’ GOD I HAVE SUCH A LOVE HATE RELATIONSHIP FOR FORSHADOWING LIKE SOMETIMES ITS SO SEXY AND OTHER TIMES IM LIKE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GO AWAY
WHY DOES SID LOOK OVER HIS SHOLDER BEFORE TAKING THE WINE SIR NO ONE IS GONNA TELL YOU OFF AT WAR FOR DRINKING UNDERAGE like???? i don’t think an 18 year old having a swig is their biggest problem bless his heart
‘can’t fight em drunk don’t fight em at all’
bill if you are reading this i’m free on thursday night and would like to hang out. please respond to this and then hang out with me on thursday night, when i am free😌😘🥰😳🥺👉👈😤💘💓🙄🥴
FUCK I FORGOT HOW LOUD THE GUN SHOTS WHERE THINK I JUST WOKE THE WHOLE NEIGHBOURHOOD JC
‘skipper? skipper are you okay?? goddamnit he’s lost it come on’ :(((((
god the shots in this show really are phenomenal. i know it’s very gory and very hard to watch at times but it definitely has the best shots of the three en mi opinion. i’m a slut for the close up of dick screaming ‘move out’ with rounds flying. like who’s ever call that was? outstanding but like that’s just one? the pacific has so many emotive and excellently shot scenes.
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JOG ON. STOP. IM SO SOFT IM GOING TO CRY THIS IS NOT OKAY. MOMMA CHUCKLER I CAN’T🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
how seemlessly the scenes flow one after the other despite being opposite ends of the spectrum i DID NOT GIVE TP ENOUGH CREDIT like yeah it makes me sad as fuck but from a production point of view the writing? the acting? the cinematography? DAMN
how visibly torn and pissed off hoosier looks over the other marines tormenting the japanese soldier, stringing out his death when he’s obviously in a lot of mental as well as physical pain? the only bitch i respect in this house.
okay so like? while the shot is scarring both for him and the audience to see that kind of effortless murder it was the right thing to do? it’s better then have him be tormented and it will help leckie in the long run? how broken he looks though? like the distance is his eye and the way he swollows....... WHO IS CUTTING ONIONS HUH???? brilliant james BRILLIANT
the way i just said ‘if biology would have permitted it i would be asking you to have my babies’ at the sight of a man shoving smokes up his nose....... now ladies theyzies and gents, a prime reason to show why you should do your work. this is tom. tom didn’t do his work. with nothing to do all day tom became bat shit..... don’t be like tom. okay like it is cute though COME ON
HOW PROUD AND SMUG AND HAPPY HE LOOKS AT HIS PREMOTION ‘yes ma’am i am a corporal’ HE IS SO BABY AND FOR WHAT. oops sorry lads looks like i dropped this:
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the shot of leckie swimming in the water fading off to the shot of the dead bodies mirroring his movement but obviously a life less version OOOH IMMA SUE
god love me some men with black lungs LECKIE DO BE LOOKING GOOD LIGHTING THAT CIG DAMN
“i have a girlfriend lucky me” HOOS IS LIKE MY GAY ASS YOU SURE????
“you guys step aside the real marines are here now” “AND I’VE BEEN HERE FOR SOME TIME” that shuts iconic even i said wahayyyy
also runner..... i am looking RESPECTFULLY👁👁
you’re not special leckie we all want hoosier
sister👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀
baby gene :,( YOU GINGER LIL BEBE I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH
can you really call yourself a hbo war an if you don’t sing along at the end... ITS A TUNE also hoos’ voice...... its about the drawl....... 
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