I beat The Witcher 3 in one week. It is easily the best game I’ve ever played, believe it or not… Like, woah. Anyway, decided to draw some future!au Geralt concept (lmao, Mass Effect, basically). I took too long doing this, so just flats before my brain melts. : )
Summary: Spencer grows frustrated when Y/N keeps beating him at chess.
Requested by: Anonymous
“No. This can’t be. It’s not possible,” Spencer said with a frown as he looked over the game in front of him.
“Oh but it is,” you replied with a smug smirk. “Good game, Dr. Reid.”
Spencer watched as you stood up from the seat across from him and made your way to the back of the plane, taking a seat besides JJ and striking up a conversation. He frowned as he turned back to the chess game in front of him. He had calculated his moves. He should have won. And yet somehow you had beaten him at his own game.
“New girl getting the best of you pretty boy?” Morgan asked with a deep chuckle as he took the seat you had occupied just seconds before. Spencer glanced at him, his frown not leaving his face.
“No one ever beats me,” he replied in genuine confusion. The only person he’d ever struggled against had been Gideon and that had been a while back. He had become so accustomed to winning that losing a game to anyone was a bit of a shock and if he had to admit it, a blow to his ego.
“Looks like she did,” Morgan said with a smirk. “I like her already.”
Today we’ll be covering headcanons centered around the base, with Plumeria and the grunts
- Practically every week there’s an unofficial game night at the mansion. They don’t have a lot of video games, and even fewer good ones, but on nights that no one feels like playing Madden they turn to other things. One night they tried Never Have I Ever… which was a disaster, and Plumeria called it off after Guzma threatened to beat the shit outta one of the grunts who kept saying things that he had to drink to.
- Don’t challenge Guzma to arm wrestling, or take him up on any challenges. He’ll win, and he’s not gentle about bending your arm when he does.
- He has no qualms with personal space. He doesn’t mind leaning against whoever as long as it’s comfortable, or likewise if someone leans against him he won’t really object unless he wants to get up. He’s not shy about disturbing anyone who falls asleep on him. If they start snoring he’ll push ‘em off, or pinch their nose.
- That said, he falls asleep against Plumeria pretty regularly, and he snores. Loudly. She’s a lot more patient with that kind of thing than he is though, and usually when he and/or the grunts are all piled around her she’s content to just let them sleep and look at her phone or read a book.
- Some of the grunts are more jumpy than others, and Guzma will take every opportunity to startle these particular ones, even if it’s just by sneaking up behind them and standing there until they turn around. He tried to scare Plumeria once by silently following her and breathing on her neck. She broke his nose. She felt bad when she realized, but to be fair he was totally asking for it.
“So you’re betting that the Blues will beat Chicago?”
“Wanna make it interesting?” Chris smirks down at me and I know I shouldn’t play his game but god he’s handsome and whatever that man comes up with is bound to be more than a little fun. I smirk at him.
“What do you have in mind?”
“Whoever looses has to do the chores in the outfit of the winner’s choice.”
And that was how I found myself in the smallest maid outfit I’ve ever seen. No underwear and no bra, a pair of black heels giving me a few more inches. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t feeling sexy as hell. Chris is sitting on the couch, watching the game. I strut into the room and he groans.
“You look sexier than I thought you would baby.” He says and I smirk over at him as I start removing things from the wooden tv stand then spray it with the wood cleaner making sure to give Chris a nice view of my bare ass. I hear him groan and when I turn back to him I’m pleased to see the tent in his pants.
“Any wood I need to polish over there?” I ask and he laughs loudly, throwing his head back.
“I think there is if you don’t mind.” He says with a smile. I cross the room and sink down to my knees on the floor. I pull his cock out of his pants and stroke it up and down before wrapping my lips around it. He groans loudly and I bob my head on his cock. He grips my hair on the back of my head and guides it at the pace he wants, just a little slower than what I was doing. He moans loudly as I hollow out my cheeks. Sucking hard on his cock I cup his balls with one hand and bring the other to my pussy.
“Fuck baby.” Chris moans his hips twitch and I know he’s close to cumming. I slide my tongue back and forth across the underside of his cock and hum. “I’m gonna cum.” Chris growls. “Fuck. Like that baby. Fuck. Oh shit.” He huffs as he cums into my mouth. I swallow his load and stand then bend and give his cock a kiss on the tip. He chuckles and pulls me toward him kissing me deeply. “You know I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off of you dressed like that right?” He asks.
“I’m counting on it.” I throw him a wink and get back to work.
The next time he corners me I’m throwing our laundry into the washer. He wraps his arms around my waist and slides a finger along my slit.
“I knew it.” He coos in my ear. “You’re so wet.” Slowly thrusting a finger into me.
“Fuck Chris.” I moan thrusting my ass back into his crotch. “Please.”
“You want something?” He teases pressing his thumb against my clit.
“Oh god.” I groan wiggling against him trying to get more friction against my clit. “Chris please.” I can feel him getting hard against my ass.
“What do you want? My mouth or my cock?” He asks continuing to finger me, his free hand moving up my body to play with one of my nipples.
“Which one?” He asks.
“Mouth.” I’m not quite ready to have sex with him, I want it to be something we’re both dying for at the end of the day.
“Ready for a cliche?” He says removing his fingers from my body.
“What?” He helps lift me onto the now running washer. “Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.” I laugh as he spreads my legs and presses a kiss to my pussy. He goes between long licks with the flat of his tongue, sucking on my clit and using the tip of his tongue.
He’s got me so close to the edge so fast. His mouth working magic on my pussy, as the washing machine causes vibrations to hum through me.
“God babe. You taste so good.” He groans before sucking on my clit again.
“I’m so close Chris.” He licks my pussy as I grab a fistful of his hair, my core pressed tightly against his mouth. “Oh fuck. Oh shit. Yes Chris. Fuck.” I whimper as I cum against his mouth. He finishes sucking on my clit and I pull his mouth to mine. I taste myself on his lips, he groans as his jean covered cock rubs against my core.
“I want to fuck you.”
“Not yet Chris.” I tell him with a smirk. “I have a few more chores to finish.”
“I’m not going to be able to last that long.”
“Why don’t you take care of yourself while I finish.”
“Babe.” He groans and I laugh then hop off of the washing machine. Pressing a quick kiss to his lips I slip out of his grasp and get back to my chores.
It seems that Chris can’t hold on any longer when I finish vacuuming the living room. He pulls me to him, kissing me roughly his hands slip back under my skirt again. He rubs my clit in tight circles and I moan into his mouth.
“Can I fuck you now?”
“Please.” We make quick work of our clothes. He eases us down onto the couch and lines himself up with my center and thrusts into me. He bottoms out with every thrust and I’m already so close to cumming. Chris’s body pounds mine, it’s desperate and needy and so worth the wait.
“Cum on my cock baby. Cum for me.” Chris huffs into my ear.
“Fuck. Fuck, Chris. Oh god.” I moan as I cum, the walls of my pussy squeezing his cock.
“Yes baby. Good girl, fuck.” He growls before I feel him cum.
“That. Was so worth the wait.” I tell him cupping the back of his head as he rests his forehead on my shoulder.
“Yes it was.” He says not moving. “Yes it was.”
what she means:
elijah wood appeared in one of the most ambitious film projects ever undertaken, having starred in all three movies of the lord of the rings trilogy, including "return of the king", which won 11 total academy awards including best picture. however, despite the massive and relatively unprecedented success of these films, why is it that the first film elijah appeared in after lotr was a cameo in, of all movies, spy kids 3: game over? what's even more confusing is that he plays a character named only "The Guy". more so, while "The Guy" is the only player to ever beat level 5, how is it possible that a single lightning strike took all 100 of his lives? why did elijah go from international acclaim to easily defeated legend of a virtual reality game? how do you die 100 times at once?
When you realize Mikayuu, Mitsunoa, and Kimiyoi would have the cutest triple dates ever.
Like guys i can see them all going to the carnival and Yuu, Shinoa, and Kimizuki make it their goal to win Mika, Mitsuba and Yoichi a stuff animal.
Like Shinoa would try a ring toss and get all piss and assume that the games are cheating and she just throws a big scene, only for Mitsuba to easily beat it and win her a big ass Unicorn.
With Yuu he would do the water gun in the clowns mouth sorta game only to go up against a little girl that beats him over and over so Mika has to jump in and the little girl is so smitten by his looks that she lets him win and he gets a big teddy bear and gives it to his Yuu-Chan.
And with Kimizuki he would do that game wear you smash the target with a hammer so that the metal thing (I have no clue what it’s called) hits the bell, only for him to be weak as hell, so Yoichi does it and surprisingly hits the bell and wins Kimizuki a giraffe just because they’re both so tall xD
…. Artyom maintained smug grin throughout this whole thing.
Usually he has a meltdown at some point with two sims fighting in front of him, but no. xD
One may wonder why I care and why Andrei is way too appropriate to beat the shit out of Ryder for his work incompetence.
It’s sort of a family legacy thing. His mom is the only main sim I’ve ever had (who wasn’t born in game) who had and still has a job, so the headcanon goes that Andrei has a strong work ethic and hates people who coast through their employment with laziness (or just fail at their job in general).
… you know. Even though it’s headcanon that Andrei does shit all at work besides fuck his female coworkers and have Omari do his papers for him. xD
He still GOT to that position through hard work. Who says the 400-lb gorilla in the room can’t do what he wants now?? :|
Title: Buy a Heart
Prompt: paul lahote imagine based off buy a heart by nicki minaj
“I imprinted on you, Y/N.” The words were like a brick being thrown at you. You had been in love with him since you first met him in 3rd grade, but even then he was a jerk.
You wanted to trust him, but you knew you couldn’t. This was his game, “Well, I-I don’t want it. Take it back. Reverse it. Do something!” You had demanded and his eyes looked so sad.
“I can’t. It’s you, Y/N. I’m meant to be with you-” he walked and grabbed your face gently in his hot hands, “-You’re the one. You have been. Ever since 3rd grade.”
Your heart was beating quickly and out of rhythm, “Paul, I can’t… I can’t love you.” Oh god it was his eyes. It was his eyes that drew you in, that made you need him, that made you want to throw yourself into his arms.
“What’s the big deal? Embry told me how you felt, and I swear I’d never hurt you. I swear to god, Y/N. Just give me a chance.” He was moving his face closer and closer to yours and you shook your head with tears eyes.
“Just stop!” You cried out, “I can’t love you because I’m already in love with you! But I know how this goes, Paul! I fall even more in love with you then I-I catch you with someone else! That’s what always happens with you isn’t it?! You’re heartless.” He went to step closer but stopped when you flinched back.
“It’s different now. I’m different now.” He promised and you laughed dryly, furiously wiping your wet eyes.
“Go home, Paul. I’ll see you at school.” And that was it. He had came to you on Saturday night and you didn’t see him at all Sunday. Or Monday. Or Tuesday.
Then once he was absent on Wednesday you went to his house, got redirected to Emily Young’s house and went pounding on her door. An angry Sam Uley opened the door, about to tell at you until he recognized you. He let you in, pointing you to the couch.
“Get your ass up.” You commanded, he just looked at you, then back at the ceiling. “Hey! You hear me? I expected you to be upset but this is just pathetic, Paul! Stop brooding and look. at. me!” His eyes flickered to you and stayed.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “Fine. Do whatever. Who gives a fuck.” You threw his make up work on the coffee table and stormed out.
You sighed in relief when he showed up on Thursday, but you tensed when he came over to you, “Let me prove it to you.”
“What?” You sputtered nervously.
“Let me prove that I’m different now. That I’m not like that anymore.”
This kind of people is always mad about female character, especially female video games characters. They’re always like “There’s no way that woman could be an action hero. A woman can’t carry that much equipment” A man couldn’t carry that much equipment! Have you ever played a video game and your character got like 10 guns and 900 bullets? Nobody could lift that! It’s impossible. And they’re always like “statistically speaking men are stronger then woman” Have anybody seen Ronda Rousey? She’d beat me up. She’d kill us both in one second. Like she wouldn’t cause she seems very nice but she could. You know what i mean? “Statistically speaking” yeah but she’s an exceptional person, and Furiosa; also exceptional.
Nick Mason dismissing an article claiming Furiosa is an “impossible female character”
Thinking a lot ‘bout that Nintendo Sixty-four lately.
2017 is such a huge year in terms of new game releases for me because botw is more amazing than I ever expected and i wanna play forever, I’ve been waiting for Persona 5 since 2012, and I’ve been wanting a game like Sonic Mania for years before it was even announced, and they’re all coming out only about a month apart from one another
But when all that excitement dies down, I wanna revisit the games that made my childhood feel magical
I’ve been playing the Jak and Daxter HD collection lately (I only ever played about half of the first game, and saw the beginning and the very end of the second one back when I was younger). Managed to beat the first one pretty fast and am currently slogging through the second one (I have some trouble with these vehicle missions…).
if any of you ever played sonic battle there was this one part where you were forced to play as the character you used like, character edit cards on and i was like 7 when i played the game so i had no idea how to put like abilities on and you were forced to play as that character against knuckles and i just fucking used this one move that did fucking no damage against him while i beat the shit out of him in a corner for an hour and a half
Request// Can you please write an imagine where the reader is Beacon Hills best field hockey player so when her team is playing against Devenford Prep the opposing players target her in order to take her out of the game. This results in the reader getting seriously injured and Scott taking away her pain and taking care of her.
I’m known as being the best Field hockey player in the whole of Beacon Hills.No one could ever beat me. I was the champion. My boyfriend Scott, would be at every game to support me, as I do for him when he plays Lacrosse. Tonight my team and I have on of the most important games tonight, and I was ready for it. I was ready to win.
“Y/N” I heard a very familiar voice shout my name. Scott.
“Hey, babe what’s up?” I asked turning around and placing a kiss onto his lips.
“Just coming to see how you are and if you are ready for the game tonight?” He asked wrapping his arm around my shoulder.
“Hell yeah, Scott, ready than ever,“ I said laughing. Which caused Scott to shake his head at my excitement.
“What School is it against?"
"Liam’s old School. Devenford Prep” I told him.
“Great, I will try my best to keep him under control now, and you.” Scott laughed
“And me. What do you mean by that Scottie?"
"I mean that when you play, you don’t care who you play against you will just go for it, so play nice” He informed me kissing my check.
"Play nice! I always play nice, So I don’t know what you are going on about” But I knew full well what he was talking about. When I get on the field, It’s like I own the field. What can I say, I have a passion for the sport, I will play to the best of my ability.
“Really” Scott laughed.
“What like the time you broke Liam’s ankle?” I said with a smirk growing on my face. Scott bit down on his lip.
“Well..That was an accident okay” He told me.
“Yeah, because you got jealous because he was better than you” I laughed causing Scott to just stare at me.
“Love you” I smiled placing a kiss onto his cheek. “Well I better go and get ready, I will see you out on the field”
“Go and beat them, babe,” Scott told me placing one last kiss onto my lips.
I headed to the changing rooms where my team were waiting for me. I got changed quick and grabbed my stick and we all headed out onto the field. The Devonford prep team was already waiting to play. I got sent so dirty looks from them, but I just looked around, then pointed at myself and laughed and gave them a thumbs up.When I look at Scott who was sat with the rest of the pack he just shook his head with a smirk on his face. Stiles was just clapping and laughing at my reaction from the other team. He was easily amused.
“Y/L/N, GET OVER HERE!” The coach shouted I jogged over to the huddle.
“Right girls, Just one would WIN!” We all cheered and we ran out onto the field. My game face was on and just before the whistle was blown I looked over at my boyfriend in the crowd and he shot me a wink. Then the game started.
I ran over to the player and the passed me the ball, I dribbled the ball passed all past the Devonford prep players and sure enough. I scored. The field was filled with cheer. But on the other hand, the Devonford prep students didn’t look impressed. But who cares. Beacon Hills High was winning.
It was half-time and Scott ran on to the field, grabbed me and swung me around.
“Your playing amazingly baby, we are winning!” Scott said crashing his lips onto mine
“Yes Scott, We are winning I scored most of them!” I laughed
“All I will say though is be careful because they don’t look happy on bit” Scott informed me.
“I will be fine” I told him as half-time has over.
I should have listened to Scott. Two of the Devonford Prep players ran straight at me knocking to the floor, causing my leg to snap. You could have heard it from miles aways, it was that loud. I Screamed in agony.
“NOBODY TOUCH HER!” The coach yelled, but Scott was already by my side.
“Baby you’re going to be okay"
"Y/L/N How bad is the pain on the scale of 1-10 1 being fine 10 being the worst pain in the would.
"1000” I screamed as the pain was getting worse. But I left the pain fade into a dull ache. I turned to Scott to see the black veins travelling up his arms.
“Thank You” Scott played a small kiss on my forehead and wiped away my hair that was covering my face.
“I think she needs to go hospital,” Coach said
“Nah coach I will just carry on playing with a broken leg, what a great Idea,” I told him, slightly angry at the whole situation.
Scott and Stiles helped me up which only caused me more pain, I just wanted to rip off the heads of the two people who did it. They both helped me get into the back of Stiles Jeep, Liam came and joined us on the trip, so Stiles and Liam got in the front as Scott sat in the back with me resting my leg on his lap and taking my pain away.
“Even if I have to push you around School in a wheelchair I will. I will take care of you baby girl” I had the best boyfriend ever.