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thedarkcoven · 2 years

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Helpless Little Lamb | Ardyn Request

{Pic found on Google. Credit to Square Enix. I do not take credit ^w^} Request by the beautiful @hauntedadagium <3 my fellow Ardyn lover and enthusiast :D Most if not all my work isn't edited/reviewed so I am terribly sorry for any mistakes <3 May you enjoy ^w^ Warning: Blood/Gore. Daemons. Mind play/manipulation. Angstish. Slight smuttiness. Face grabbing. Kidnapping. Slight non-con. Adult language. Fluffish

The air felt like knives cutting into your skin as the icy rain pelted you with droplets, branches scraping against your skin as you walked through the forest near the Wiz Chocobo Post. Curse words slipped from your quivering lips as the sound of chattering teeth deafened you from any sound of the guys. 'Fuck. Where the hell am I even going?!' You were becoming panicked. It was dark which meant daemons and your flashlight was doing shit with the rain blinding you. You heard something near you, giving you hope that it would be the guys, and started to run toward the sound. Your feet squished into the wet mud as your legs carried you; your lungs burning with the desperation of getting to them. CRACK! Your foot got caught on a tree stump, flinging you forward and breaking some branches in the process. You cried out as twigs, thorns, and rocks cut into your skin. When you came to a halt, you looked up to see an Iron Giant and some goblins trudging toward you. Your heart began to hammer against your chest as tears started pouring down your cheeks. You tried to stand but collapsed again from the pain of your ankle. Blood smeared across your face as you tried wiping your tears away to clear your vision more. 'Fuck fuck fuck. What am I going to do?!'. You quickly stood up through the pain and tried to run as best you could only to fall back down. The sound of fighting brought you hope as you saw a familiar figure. It was the man you ran into in Galdin Quay. While the man fought off the beasts you pulled yourself off to a nearby rock to rest on. Even though he was there saving you you still felt like your heart was being squeezed. Your adrenaline was wearing off and the pain began to hit full force. A scream ripped through your lungs as you held your arm. The man noticed a goblin going straight towards you and threw his weapon, impaling the creature before warping toward you. 'Noct??' The last thing you saw before your vision went dark was him. The stranger. His face was covered in black blood. His amber eyes practically glowed as he scooped you up in his arms. You woke to the feeling of intense pressure in your head and sharp pain. A loud crying leaves your lips as you shot up into a sitting position only to be stopped by a strong hand that gently pushed you back into a reclining position. The man stopped what he was doing and hushed you, his hand coming to rest on your cheek as he used his thumb to wipe away your tears. The tears wouldn't stop as your body shook. Your body was shaking and in so much pain. Once the man was finished bandaging you and giving you stiched he took a wet cloth and began cleaning away the dirt and blood that remained. "This should help with the pain. It isn't much but it will bring you comfort. You took quite a tumble back there. Where are your friends?" He asked while handing you a special herbal tea. You sat and drank it before handing him the empty glass. "M-My Chocobo got spooked and ran into the forest. II ended up falling off and it ran and then I got lost. Thank you. For saving me. My name is Y/N by the way." "You may call me Ardyn." You were feeling dizzy again. A dark husky laughter left him as he leaned forward, resting his arms on either side of you. "But... I'd rather you call me Master." You couldn't move as he smiled down at you evilly before moving his face close to yours. You could see the slight wrinkles at the corners of his eyes as he took in your scent, a growl vibrating from within his chest as he gripped your face, crashing his lips to yours. Tears welled up along your waterline as you closed your eyes, allowing him entrance to your mouth. You couldn't tell what was making you dizzy anymore; the pain, the drugged tea, or the feeling of Ardyn on top of you. You always fancied him but you knew what he was doing

was wrong. "Such a pity really. Was planning on kidnapping you around the others to see the panic in their eyes as I wrapped my hand around your neck. Controlling every... breath... you... took." He said as he walked his fingers up your thigh and abdomen until he placed it around your throat, squeezing softly. "Face it, Y/N. They don't care about you. They never did. Oh, it hurts, doesn't it? But don't worry, my dear helpless little lamb... I've got you now and I'm never letting you go. I'm going to make sure you're well taken care of and when I am through with you. You're going to be an obedient sobbing mess. Just for me. I want to hear you scream." You tried to push him away but had no strength, the feeling of his weight on top of you making you squirm and whine with desperation to free yourself but not in the sense of running away from where ever he held you captive. Ardyn seemed to take notice, lifting himself slightly so he could let you breathe. He wasn't going to let you go. He finally had you. It was all a ploy after all. How was he supposed to get you separated from your friends and gain your trust? Oh, how your eyes sparkled with fear. Your fingers grazed his hand as you sat beside him, noticing he was deep in thought... that was until you touched him. He stood and placed a soft kiss upon your forehead before leaving the room. shutting and locking it before leaving to gods know where. YOu moved to take a step forward, only to be tripped by something and fall forward. "Shit... Fuck that hurts so bad." You groaned, rolling over and propping yourself up to see exactly what it was. Of course. Ardyn cuffed your ankle to the bed. You weren't going anywhere. "Oh dear. Is my dove alright? I hope you did not hurt yourself." You heard his voice, echoing all around you. He let out another dark laugh. "Come now. Don't look so scared." "Fuck you!" You covered your mouth to keep from sobbing. "Why are you doing this?!" You gasped and fell back, being pinned in between Ardyn and the floor. He appeared out of nowhere and his eyes were black except for his glowing topaz irises, what appeared to be black blood coated his face from his eyes and mouth. Black veins branch out along his now pale skin. "Why am I doing this?! I am doing it for your own good! I won't let them rip you away from me like my brother, his ancestor, ripped Aera from me!" He snarled, hitting the ground by your head. "Ardyn, I-.." Your heart broke as you reached up, placing a soft hand on his cheek. "I'm so sorry, Ardyn. You must be so lonesome.." His skin began to fade back to his normal skin tone as he placed a warm hand over yours. He closed his eyes tightly, a tear falling to land on your cheek. "The Gods blesseth me with such beauty... I shan't let them take from me again." He pressed his lips to yours, turning until you were on top of him, his hands roaming your body as your lips moved in sync with one another. "I promise. I won't leave you, Ardyn. I'll be yours forever. You won't have to be alone anymore." You smiled, resting your forehead against his. Ardyn smiled and cupped your face in his hands. "My little flower. So delicate. I'll protect you forever. That... is a promise."

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xonxsm · 4 years

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pastel || bnha x male! reader

---》three《---

where [m/n] and friends battle against buff ugly lookin doods, and [m/n] finds a (possible) new power.

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[m/n] sighed contently as he sat back into his seat comfortably, making sure to keep a distance from the ice prince sitting next to him. he turned the brightness of his phone darker as he tuned out the voices of his classmates, searching up collar designs.

i want it, i get it. ooh, this one looks nice- nevermind. weird having the 'thot' word printed on my collar-

wow, how did i end up with bdsm pics when i searched for dog collars? damn people be putting weird things on the internet-

meanwhile, todoroki was sweating, lightly blushing and nervously shuffling in his seat after seeing the nudes and collars on [m/n]'s phone. didn't know he was into that shi- kinky though, maybe we can hookup or somethin-

and they had a one night stand. the end.

jk, todoroki saw nothing.

[m/n] came across an [f/c] collar that claimed to be both fireproof and waterproof, and not easily breakable. it was plain, but it came with accessories and some decorating kit. eh, i'll probably be too lazy to alter anything about it-

he pressed the add to cart button anyways. no harm, hehe- i can always buy another one if i don't like it-

quickly paying for the collar, he shut his phone off as he quietly listened in to his classmates' conversation.

"in terms of flashy quirks- i'd say bakugou's and todoroki's, no?"

toedowroeki? bakoogoe? who?

"but with bakugou's personality i don't think he will be that popular, if you know what i mean." a girl said with a finger on her mouth.

oh- bakugo = boomboom boy! can't believe i forgot. (-w-) bakuboom boom yes. but who is this toedoroekie guy?

"bitch, you wanna fight?" bakuboom stood up quickly with an irk mark, clenching his fists.

"see?"

（o。o）he's gonna blow up the whole bus and we're all gon die if he gets any angrier- looking over to the bi-coloured haired boy he deadpanned. how is he sleeping through all this shouting and such-

"we've barely known each other for a week but we can already tell your personality is worse than trash drenched in dog shit. that says something, no?" just as bakugou was about to throw another insult back at kaminari aizawa shushed them, informing that they were about to arrive.

getting off the bus they were greeted by thirteen, another pro hero. [m/n] looked around confused to where all might was, but shrugged it off as he listened to thirteen's speech about usj and the importance of rescue. they followed thirteen inside, with an excited kirishima marvelling about the huge place and thirteen proudly saying about how they had every rescue situation they could think of.

the lights flickered and the exit door shut once thirteen stopped talking. [m/n] quickly hid behind a certain buff dude with a bunch of arms, his tail and ears slightly shaking. confused muttering filled the small group. flashes of some dark void thingy had chills run up [m/n]'s spine. a dark mist started forming and that triggered [m/n]'s animal instincts- he got on all fours as [h/c] hair started growing on his arms, his hands mutating to form paws and claws. weird looking people started emerging from the mist and he slightly growled, feeling a little self-conscious of the weird glances his classmates gave him.

what? c'mon, don't tell me you haven't seen or heard a dog growl before in your whole life-

"students, stay back. thirteen, protect everyone!" aizawa ordered. [m/n] was itching to run up there and start slashing but for the sake of his teacher he stepped back, sitting on the floor. like a normal person.

"we've come to finally defeat all might." a man with blue hair and creepy red eyes stated quietly as he scratched at his nape.

forcing himself to run with his classmates he didn't dare look behind to the creepy look and aura the light blue-haired man gave off; and suddenly there was darkness.

then light. [m/n] opened his eyes to see a white room, with a grey desk and bookshelf; along with a few dying flowers scattered around. he felt sad looking at the flowers, and was about to pick one up before a voice interrupted. "lmaoz wat." getting on all fours again he was about to growl, but instead let out a burp.

"E-" lunging himself at the weird voice he scratched at the dude's face while trying to bite his neck. successfully doing that he latched himself on there as he analysed the weird man. emo haircut. wow, this dude do kinda look like a pig tho- with those nostrils-

pig-man ripped [m/n] off from his neck, with his teeth pulling a chunk with him as he slammed onto the ground, spitting out the disgusting raw neck meat. the man pulled out a gun, randomly firing at [m/n] as the hybrid dodged, jumping around, his ears picking up on the man's footsteps and the bullet's location as he tried to find an exit. finally locating an open window he jumped out of there, clearly not thinking of his actions. quickly regretting as he saw how fast he was falling from such a height.

"ZCREEEENSDNFKSDNFSKDN-" somehow, his tail latched onto a random pole and he flung himself forward, also smacking his face into a random dude's crotch while doing so. "OWIE!" he landed on his butt with a thud, holding his nose in pain as the dude knelt in pain, holding his crotch. another thud was heard, accompanied by a small "wheeeey."

he looked behind, spotting a two girls- one with long earlobes and the other with a revealing outfit, while a blonde was on the ground making weird "weee" noises. [m/n] let out a nervous chuckle as he felt himself being picked up by the ears, scratching around, hating the feeling of being held in the air. his ears hurt- it felt like they were being ripped from his head. he hissed waving his tail and claws around. he heard the man groan as his tail smacked him in the face.

a knife was pressed to his neck and he froze, his eyes wide. i regret my life. i regret applying to yuuei. IM GON' DIE RIGHT AAA-

"you move, this kid is going down." villain guy said calmly. if [m/n] moved forwards, his neck will be sliced. but if he moved backwards-

but then my ears might not be able to handle all the pressure... [m/n] whimpered, his scalp starting to bleed. ah, fuck it. i'm gonna die anyways, either from my ears or the knife.

he harshly yanked his head backwards, his head knocking onto the villain's nose harshly. with a gasp his ears was released and [m/n] dropped to the floor, his hands automatically reaching up to touch his ears; hissing when a sharp pain travelled through his body as he touched the tip of them.

he was quickly shoved out of the way as kaminari rushed up to the villain, releasing more electricity as he screeched, the villain getting singed. they all zoomed out of there, [m/n] throwing all of them onto his back as he morphed himself into a wolf, carrying them back near where the exit was.

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he collapsed onto the ground, his head aching after the three got off his back. a weird bird like creature was slamming aizawa's head onto the ground. he could faintly make out the outline of someone reaching for a girl in the waters but his vision was too blurry for him to see who. "you really are cool... eraserhead." [m/n] watched as the head of his teacher was slammed back onto the ground again, his vision clearing up. and being the guard dog he is-

he got up, speed-ran to the bird creature and head-butted right into its stomach. full speed. the nomu was knocked off aizawa but besides that no damage was dealt. he was picked up the second time by his ears- and thrown off into the distance.

wincing he got back up, ignoring his teacher's calls for him to back up and "sit the fuck down and rest" as he rammed right into the nomu again, this time higher into his chest. he somehow managed to land a hit near where the nomu's brain is with his tail before he was slammed onto the ground near where aizawa was. he laid still as the nomu went up to where shigaraki was and began attacking the other students.

aizawa was fading in and out of consciousness- as [m/n] could tell from his decayed arm and the blood on his face. he wasn't doing any better, but aizawa looked as if he was more hurt than [m/n] ever will be.

lol, i mean i wasn't the one to get my skin ripped off my arm with it decaying and my head slammed full force into the ground that it would cause a huge dent- looking back to where he laid, a huge dent was formed under him. never frikkin mind.

i wonder if there's any way i could transfer sensei's pain to myself. that's part of moma's quirk, right? my quirk and hers is quite similar, except that she's a full wolf instead of being part bunny and wolf like i am. [m/n] sighed, thinking about his family. they probably wouldn't even care if i died, lmao.

remembering his mother telling his brother about her quirk he copied what she had said- lifting a finger to touch aizawa's skin and focusing on the image of what he envisions the "pain" as coming out of aizawa's body and into his. he could hear his teacher grumble out questions on why his student was poking his hand and he removed his hand, sighing and realising it probably didn't work until a sudden pain in his head caused a static-like noise filled his head and he passed out from the pain, his ears and tail falling limp by his side.

aizawa could feel the pain from his head lessen. he had questions, but frankly, his jaw was too hurt for him to even move it. he looked down slightly, seeing the passed out new kid and he sighed, his sight darkening as he felt himself getting picked up and carried.

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word count: 1780

this part was probably the hardest to write and the plot probably makes no sense lmao-

i already forgot like most of the usj parts and i had to rewatch the whole thing like thirty times more to write this chapter and now my eyes hurt from sitting in front of the computer for so long.

yeet i have decided that i will write a chapter every two or three days- ya know to keep my memory of the storyline in check and at the same time letting myself rest for a day.

see y'alls next time :>

#bnha #mha #yaoi #bxb #anime #manga #kaminari #midoriya #bakugo #todoroki #kirishima #aizawa #quirk

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marmar-97 · 4 years

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First I want to say thank you @uglynicc-kitchensink for giving me permission to use this pic of your demon Troy drawing, love how you draw him, also got this idea of a fanfic after watching demon slayer and decided on a cross over. HONESTLY THE ANIME IS LITERALLY AMAZING, I HIGHLY RECOMMEND YOU WATCH IT IF YOU HAVEN'T!Sorry this took long Tumblr kept being ass and not letting me upload it. Sorry if it's too long for y'all to read I might have gotten a bit carried away hehe. 😅 but I have a Troy and Tyreen head canon coming sometime this week of their childhood.

To befriend a demon|Demon Troy x fem! Demon slayer

Warnings: blood, biting, smut maybe?

A/N: if you're sensitive to this type of stuff then you probably shouldn't read this 😅

"This is it, final selection. Today I'll become a true demon slayer." You thought to yourself as the ceremony began, although you were a bit nervous thinking you won't make it out alive. You enter and once you're a bit far into the mountains you pick up the scent of two demons as they charge towards you quick. "Pft this'll be easy." You draw your sword out using your technique instantly killing them. "Huh, that was way too easy, they weren't even thinking straight." You walk away putting your sword back and noticed some kid running for his life you saw what he was running from, a demon. He had bat like wings dripping with blood, jet black hair, tall figure, red tattoos in some pattern on his left arm and near his left eye and his jaw was split with blood dripping from it and a long tongue along with razor sharp teeth and he starts speaking. "Every year some dumb child sacrifices their life just to try and kill me? HA! I'm the damn king of this mountain and I'm not going anywhere." The boy falls and the demon grabs his leg with his right arm. "Guess it's snack time!" He says while dragging the poor boy towards him cackling laughter coming from him, screams of terror erupting from the boy's throat as he claws at the ground. "Save him...save him...SAVE HIM NOW!" The little voice in your head said as you jumped out from behind a tree trying to strike the demon but ended up missing as he moves out of the way. He let's go of the person he was about to devour putting his focus on you now. The boy ends up running off on his own now, probably gonna end up getting killed by other demons. "H-hey, don't go off on your own!" You tried calling out to him but he was far gone. "Dammit he got away thanks to you, no matter, I've got new prey now. Heh, more prey asking for a death wish huh? Well then, let's dance shall we? I'll give you a 10 second head start, after that, hide and seek is over, and I'm going to feast on you. Countdown starts... now." You got up and started running as fast as you could away from him. Seconds have passed by already. He was ready for his next treat. "Annnnnd... 1... TIMES UP!" You hear him shout as he extends his wings again and splits his jaw doing the same cackling laugh as before. You managed to jump and dodge tree roots and branches. Taking a glance behind you, you didn't see him in sight making your heart rave a bit. But that's when you knew you messed up as you tripped over a tree root tumbling onto your back hitting your head on a tree very hard. Your vision kept fading in and out as a pair of feet were approaching you. His feet. He had found you. He kneels down next to you. "Well so much for a demon slayer like yourself, heh I could devour you right now but that would be no fun now would it? I like taking my time sometimes when I'm not starving like these other demons out here." You tried moving but he pinned both your wrist to the ground. You tried breaking free from him but he was incredibly strong. You wanted to black out right there but knew you couldn't with a demon around, showing surrender. He saw the blood on your head and licks it. "Ohhh yeahhh that's the stuff, your blood tastes really good, my type of treat." Your body shiver from the feeling of his tongue licking your wound. "Let...me...go!" You knew struggling to break free was useless at the moment since he had a stronghold on you. "Mmm my blood is pumping from the adrenaline, this year's final selection is sure bigger than last year. More blood for me. You demon slayers sure love to come out here thinking you're the shit and could easily kill us demons. Just know that I've survived for so long and became the king. And also..." He shows you his left eye. You couldn't even do anything at the moment but stare at him in shock. He was one of the twelve Kizuki demons, a high ranked one at that. "R-rank 2? S-so who's rank 1?" He must be one of Muzan Kibutsuji's demons." You had a good look of his features up close and noticed how attractive he was, but he was still a demon who devours humans thirsty for blood.

He softly caressed your cheek with one of his sharp nails as his face was inches from yours now as he hovers over you. You closed your eyes thinking he was about to devour you. He still had blood on his face, torso and hands from someone he's devoured before the boy you had seen earlier. "It would really be a shame to actually kill you right here and now, even though I'm supposed to but I think I'm going to have more fun with you. Oh, heh how rude of me not introducing myself, name's Troy Calypso, or demon king, which I go by around here, and what may yours be sweetheart?" He uses his long tongue to clean his face of human blood now. "Ugh, their blood wasn't even good like yours to satisfy my taste." He licks his fingers and hands clean soon after leaving the blood alone on his torso. "Y/N, m-my name's Y/N." His grip on your wrist got a bit tight holding you down still. His lips brushed against yours as he breathed in your scent making you shudder. "Heh, nice name. You smell of, kindness, what a sweet smell." His voice was low and husky. You held your breath as he stared at you with those fiery eyes of his. He held your chin with an index finger and thumb making you look up at him dead in the eye as his lips pressed against yours. Your mind went blank from the move he just pulled. He was kissing you instead of devouring you? You suddenly snapped out of your thoughts and noticed you were kissing him back. Why were you, you weren't really sure yourself. You also weren't sure why he was even kissing you to begin with but you had no other choice. You instead close your eyes as he gets more into it forcing his tongue into your mouth while pushing your legs apart as he moves one of his legs between yours kissing you still. You suddenly let out a low moan from the feeling of his tongue exploring your mouth. He pulls back then sits you on his lap straddling him going for your mouth once more. This time you were whimpering while moaning. You wish you could scream for help but he was preventing you from doing so. After a short while you both pull back to catch your breath. "Guess you humans are worth living sometimes, if only humans and demons could get along somehow."

He goes to kiss your neck or maybe bite it even but gets interrupted when you both hear people shouting for more demons in the distance. You get off his lap as he stands up with his back against you. "How rude of them to interrupt me, well I've got more work to do, maybe when I'm done you and me can continue before you leave this place. Now I must hunt." You see him make multiple copies of himself. "Find them, and bring me their body and soul." They Kneeled in front of him. "As you wish master." And off they went in a flash. He opens up his jaw once more and his teeth get sharp again, along with extending his wings. "W-wait, I can't leave without bringing something back, I-I'll need a head or something to prove I killed a demon." He stops and turns around to look at you. "Fine, here you go." He pops his head off and regenerates a new one shortly after. "You're welcome, now you better go. Don't forget we have some unfinished business before you leave here." And off he flew. You kept the head in a basket as you continued on with your hunt for more demons finally reaching the end. Seems like you've made friends with a demon, or maybe more? You held a hand over your mouth remembering the way he had kissed you. This is a demon you won't forget. You then checked your watch noticing that final selection was over within 2 hours, that also meant the sun will rise up. You've had enough time to wait for other demon slayers to show up. You then saw him him standing there cleaning himself off from the blood that was on him, turning to look at you. "Well I'm full now. Thought you were gonna leave without finishing what we started? You didn't forget our deal now did ya?" You furrowed your eyebrows looking at him now. "I've never made a deal with you." He chuckles low as he walks close to you now. "Oh really? You were enjoying my tongue inside your mouth and didn't fight back so that means you want to continue. You were… aroused. Now, to have some fun, don't worry I don't bite unless you tell me to." You wanted to say something but in one swift move he had you over his shoulder flying off with you now. "What the- HEY WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?! I-I GOTTA GET BACK BEFORE SUNRISE! HEY ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?! I'M NOT VERY FOND OF HEIGHTS EITHER!" He chuckles while having a smug look on his face that you couldn't see. "You'll see soon enough princess, I'm not gonna kill you if that's what you're thinking, like I said, I'm gonna have fun with you, just be patient." You huffed out in frustration as he finally landed near some cave walking in finally letting you down. You looked past him seeing an exit thinking of escaping but quickly knew it would backfire on since he would actually catch you very easily. "Thinking of escaping? Not possible." He picked up on you looking past him making you tense up. "U-uh n-no I'm just, trying to figure out where I am." You watched as he made his way towards you. "You're not lying to me are you?" He didn't seem a bit angry, in fact he had a neutral look on his face. "N-no of course not, but wh-what do you mean by fun?" You asked just to change the subject, playing his little game now. "Hmmm lemme show you." He picks you up wrapping your legs around his waist pressing his lips against yours in a hungry kiss. You could tell he was waiting to feel your lips on his again. This time you went along with it, not because you liked it, but because you knew you wouldn't be able to beat him in your current rank. Plus you wouldn't even be able to escape. You held onto his shoulders for support so you won't fall.

Suddenly he stops kissing you and changes the inside of the cave into a room. It seemed like it was fit for a king. You look around in amazement at how nice it looked and also from what he just did. "Like it huh? Fit for a king like me. Now to enjoy my time with you." He throws you on his bed not too hard making you bounce a little. It was very soft and comfortable. You watched him as he poked his index finger with his sharp nail on his thumb drawing blood from his finger. He then pressed it against your forehead. Suddenly you felt light headed and numb. "H-huh, what just happened?" You felt like sleeping from the feeling of being on his bed and from being numb. "I don't want you feeling pain from what I'm about to do, plus I want a taste of your blood once more. It's been on my mind ever since and I just needed more. Plus just the thought of tasting your blood while getting intimate with you is getting me all riled up." You didn't say anything as he ripped your dress with his sharp nails. His gaze was hungry when he saw your breasts and he immediately sucked and licked them. You would be lying to yourself saying you didn't like the feeling of his tongue on you. You were getting riled up yourself a bit. He then ripped your bra with his nails putting one of your nipples in his mouth sucking and licking it. You arched your back from the sensation letting out a low soft breath. He then did the same to the other one earning a low moan from you. "P-please, s-stop..." He was enjoying this moment. He bit down on one of your breasts hard drawing blood and drinking it. He hummed in approval sinking his teeth in deeper. He was breathing through his nose as he kept drinking your blood then finally pulling back licking the wound. "Fuck I needed that, but I want more." He goes to your other breasts doing the same thing. You felt his length pressed against your hip while he was enjoying his drink. He pulled back once more ripping your panties then going for your thighs now. He licked one of your inner thighs near your entrance making you squirm a bit. A low chuckle was heard from him as he did it again. And then he bit down on it drinking more of your blood, doing the same to your other thigh. "Mm looking good so far, but you could look better." He pulled you into his lap as his length was pressed against your entrance. He bites your upper arm getting another taste of your blood as you held onto his shoulders for support. You started to grind against him as the pleasure was building up inside you more. And without warning he entered inside of your wet folds. He leaned back propping himself up on his elbows watching you with half lidded eyes as you started to move slow, your blood on him getting him more excited. "yes this is just how I imagined it, you feel amazing." You picked up your pace while having your hands on his chest with your head thrown back as low soft moans escaped from your throat. He helped you by gripping your hip with his left hand pushing you down on his full length. Once you were you leaned in kissing him on the lips as he had a grip on your ass moving you back and forth on him. You moaned into the kiss as his tongue dominated your mouth once more. "Why am I even letting this happen? A-a demon? I should know better than that, but he's just so-" You were cut off when he bit into your upper arm. You hear him groan from both the pleasure and taste of your blood. He sinks his teeth deeper reaching bone and breaks them with one chomp. You didn't feel the pain but knew it would hurt so much if you did from the way your bones just cracked. He bends you over positioning himself behind you as blood dripped from his mouth and jaw. "Don't worry, once I'm done these wounds will be healed right up."

He lightly scratched the back of your neck with a nail drawing out some blood. He leans over you licking your upper back working his way to your neck. You felt him push himself back into you thrusting harshly but slow. You bit your lip trying to hold back your moans but failed when he hit that one spot. You weren't sure how you didn't even pass out yet from all the blood you've lost so far. His pace started getting fast and more harsh. He bit down on one of your shoulders while thrusting inside you still. You couldn't help but moan more getting close to the edge, a knot forming in your stomach. He bit down on your shoulder more breaking your shoulder blade. He finally pulls back from your shoulder admiring his work. He was panting slowing down his pace but his thrusts was still harsh. He kept it up until you finally spilled all over him, your orgasm finally hitting you. He chuckled as he pulled out of you releasing himself onto your back. "Heh you were such a good girl for participating in this sacrifice." You felt more numb than before from all the blood you've lost but managed to speak. "S-sacrafice? Wh-what do you mean?" And that's when you saw him, Muzan Kibutsuji appearing right before you. "Well done Troy, another successful sacrifice, you're close to being rank 1, do your master proud and kill the next victim you bring. This one lives another day." And he's gone in an instant. That's when another demon enters the room, and this one was female with a similar appearance to him but much shorter than him and had white hair to the side covering her right eye? "Were you holding back on this one Troy? What did master think?" She saw that you were still alive and sounded disappointed. "He said the sacrifice was successful but to kill my next victim." She goes over to you now hovering a hand inches from your body and heals your wounds and the same clothing you've had on before. "Well that's good I suppose Troy, alright my work here is-" She gets cut off as you start speaking to her now. "H-how do you know Muzan Kibutsuji?" They looked at both each other giving it the okay to tell you. "We both work for him, and I'm rank number 1." She moves her hair out of the way showing you her right eye with the mark, opposite from her brother's. "So are you two related? But how? I-I thought demons weren't supposed to be in a family." She turned on her heels facing the door now. "Let's just say, we stuck together before becoming demons and our bond never gets broken. Plus we're twins." And she started leaving. You looked at your watch seeing that you've had five minutes left before final selection was over. "Shit I've got five minutes left, I have to get back or they'll think I'm dead." He holds you against him flying with you to the bottom of the mountain where no one could see you both. He landed near a tree placing you on the ground. Before you ran off you felt him grab your arm. "So when will I get to see you again?" Seems like he took interest in you. "I'm not coming back, you know that right?" You actually didn't want to leave him but you had no choice. Seems like you became friends with a demon, though it was against demon corps. rules but you didn't know that yet. "I know but, maybe I could try to see you other than the mountain?" You looked at the entrance seeing everyone starting to leave now. "Sure, now I have to go. Also, I did have fun with you." You smiled at him and he smiled back as you ran to join the other demon slayers who made it out alive. "Guess demons and humans can get along in a way." He says to himself leaving before daybreak.

#demon slayer #demon Troy #troy x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #fanfic #fanart #troy borderlands #troy #troy calypso

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stupidsexyseguin · 7 years

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before you posted about some of your favorite justifications for how people rated the players, have their been any new stand out justifications?

There are so many! half of the ones I’ve been showing you guys have just been excepts, because these justification rants can take some wild turns! here’s some long and (almost) unfiltered justifications for why people voted for tens because like every single bit of them is gold and cutting them down would be a crime tbh;

“Let’s just get the obvious out of the way and say Shea Weber (I’ve broken my pelvis before, and few experiences have sucked more than going through surgery and 5+ months of bedrest so everything could heal. However, I’d be cool with putting up with all of that bullshit again if the pelvis-breaking happened as a result of getting dick from Daddy Webs. Also, I’m sorry that I’m the way I am). Also, I’d take it any way any how from MY Captain, Claude Giroux (w/ or w/out the replacement tooth, because, honestly, idgaf), and on the topic of men with missing teeth I’d let demolish me, Alex Ovechkin has entered silver fox territory, and on top of that, I feel like, at any stage in his life, sex with Ovi would probably be one of the most life-changing, memorable, and surreal experiences one could have in their lifetime. Additionally: when will Kris Letang get traded so I can openly and shamelessly talk about how I’d let him hit it from the back. I also wanna throw in the fact that my No. 2 team is the Lightning, and I’d probably let half of their team raw me behind a Taco Bell dumpster (and like, not necessarily the hot half of the team either), but out of the whole TBL roster, Victor Hedman could choke me and then give some very bomb, gentle aftercare once the nasty had been done.”

Jonathan toews based on the way his face looks deserves to be like a three howmever, I am absolutely in love with him and want to have two kids which we would raise in a modest home in the suburbs and we would have a fenced in backyard so our dogs could run freely and play with the kids and so based on the fact that I want him to father my children I’m gonna bump him up to a ten Maybe it’s because of my massive d*dd* kink but I would let Patrick sharp carve my heart out with a butter knife Gabe landeskog fucking duh, have you seen that pic where somebody photoshopped his eyebrows to be good????? I almost wore out my asterisk key w the tags on my reblog of that post Kevin fiala Idr if I already said Carey price but by god I would let him fucking kill me, there is almost nothing Carey price could say to me that would make me change my mind about how bad I want his dick Evgeni malkin and I truly don’t know why I guess it’s hoggles but like *** ** ***** Leon draisaitl…….. have u seen him, if anyone has him below a 9 gimme their address I just wanna talk I promise Taylor hall Zach the fucking snack werenski I want him to choke me to death with his thighs

first of all players who are 10/10 are a very different category to players i would let raw me behind a mcdonalds dumpster so keep that in mind - dylan strome can hit it literally anytime he wants including behind a mcdonalds dumpster im aware hes not a 10/10 but thems just the facts (also we all saw that video of him that demonstrates he’s very clearly Hung. tom wilson also could and would be down for a mcdonalds dumpster fuck and boy would i let him. listen i know this is already The Worst list of attractives players i could have compiled so im going to make it even worse by adding mitch marner to the list im aware hes not the most hot but hes gotten v muscular and im Here For It

tom wilson because have yoU SEEN THAT PICTURE OF HIM WINNING THE PULL UPS COMPETITION BOY OH BOY He could fucking gag me behind any dumpster for 6 hours and pull at my hair and deny me of an orgasm til i cry and fuck me raw and i’d thank him for it. scandy and i just want to say don’t @ me but he is just as daddy as tom is and he needs to spank me raw asap segs but only because of that fight, otherwise no he’s a ratboy and shouldn’t ever touch me or breathe within a 3m radius of me. chucky even when he’s bald. he could get it, bald. my sugar daddy drai$$$aitl 100% can raw me anywhere/everywhere any time he wants. i would do anything for this piece of ass. literally. with the black eye and all. and did u see his dick print today binch i’d hop on that so fucking fast colton parayko not because he’s really that hot but because he’s fucking huge and i want him to raw me while lifting me up with his pinky fingers

#ask #hockey player hotness survey #y'all are some thirsty bitches #depraved and desperate

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flowerconcept-blog · 7 years

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prince!ravi

was just a goofy awkward kid before puberty, but when he hit puberty and got super handsome prince wonshik became a tabloid STAR and everyone started to invite him to parties etc because…..well…. he’s a hot prince

although he’s still pretty awkward in person, the image he portrays to the country via tabloids and his instagram is like….. chic sophisticated rebellious prince

not rebellious in terms of politics but in the way he lives his life and especially his fashion choices!!! the country was in uproar when they found out he had a tattoo

once he did a shirtless spread in the country’s top fashion magazine and it was a huge scandal but also it sold out within an hour and pretty much every teenager in the country has the cover pic up on their wall

and also he’s always being photographed in like……… bright purple adidas tracksuits and the snooty politicians go on shitty news channels like “and THIS is our NEXT KING?!?!?!??! *point at his gucci slides in disgust*”

but even though the tabloids make him out as a partier wonshik really really REALLY cares deeply about his country, he’s always been very involved in court politics because he wants to be a king that makes his citizens lives better

in particular he does a lot of trips to retirement homes and orphanages and among those groups he’s super adored because he’s actually a huge softy and he always listens to their requests and does his best to make them happen

people always forget this because of the shittalkers but he actually went to one of the top universities in his country and majored in economics+law so he could have a better understanding of the country’s finances and laws!!!!!!

basically is a big soft prince who loves his people but isn’t appreciated enough!!!!!!!!!!

not that he minds that much because as long as he’s helping his citizens and has his close friends he doesn’t care about what the annoying councilmen are saying about him

you’ve known wonshik your whole life but from afar, because your father is a court politician and you grew up in the same circles as the prince without ever being friends or anything

but your dad is also……...a bit sleazy…. and not a great guy……..

famously your dad and the royal family have always been political rivals, and your dad is a really big critic of the family because they have much more liberal views and your dad is just like “more money for the rich!!!! tax the poor!!!!!”

while you really don’t agree with your dad’s political views and don’t talk to him much anymore, he was a big influence on you as a kid and he was always like “prince wonshik? terrible guy. we don’t like him” and you still find yourself believing that

plus the news stories you see about him all the time are like “prince wonshik partying in the mediterranean!” “prince wonshik caught making out with model at friend’s birthday bash” etc and you can’t help but think there must be SOME truth behind those headlines

anyways you work for a non-profit organization because you want to distance yourself from your dad’s bad reputation and help the people he’s constantly screwing over, and wonshik actually collaborates with the organization a lot

you’ve never been in close proximity to the prince but whenever he’s around the office u sort of glare at him from afar…….. feeling like he’s just doing the charity work because he has to, not because he really cares, and growing up around politicians you HATE people who aren’t authentic

so while your coworkers gush about his good looks you’re thinking…….can his sharp jawline fix the poverty crisis in the capitol…….can his smolder feed the homeless……...i didn’t think so

it isn’t until you end up organizing an event that wonshik is the main guest/spokesman of that you actually interact, and as soon as you do you feel ,,,,,,,,,,, really bad because he’s super sweet and doesn’t treat you badly at all despite knowing your dad is a dick

he recognizes you and is like “y/n!!!! we grew up together!!!! i didn’t even realize that was you, you look so different…..nice different of course…..i mean you look great……” and starts stuttering and blushing and ur like….. was he always this cute and awkward oh my god

while you work together he totally destroys all the misconceptions you had about him because he clearly really cares about the charity event and raising money for the poor and is just super super sweet

you can’t help but develop a little bit of a crush on him because !!! he really is so handsome but more importantly, his personality isn’t something you find everyday and he keeps flirting shyly with you during your meetings and you wonder???? could there be something between you and the PRINCE????

but you keep your feelings to yourself because it could just be an act or something, until the night of the charity event (which is sort of like a fancy dinner/gala) and you’re dressed to the 9s

and then wonshik walks in…..in this tight fitting black suit and black slacks and smoky eyeliner and your mouth goes dry because you’ve never been up close to him in formal wear

and he looks DAMN good

slowly he walks up to you and kisses your hand and you’re standing there speechless because it’s like formal wonshik is a total different person….the person you always saw in tabloids and magazines

with a smirk he’s like “you look amazing” and then walks away like he didn’t just make your heart stop

at that moment ,,,,,,,,, both of you know you’re going home together after the event ,,,,,,,, and you make eyes at each other for the whole gala and by the time everyone is packing up you’re feeling VERY hot under the collar

you sneak off and make out in the empty coat room, and as wonshik presses hot kisses to your neck, his hand starts to sneak under your fancy clothes and u……….well things happen…...in that coat room…. but when you’re done and he smiles the blinding smile you are used to seeing from wonshik, you don’t regret it at all

and even though a part of you is half expecting him to ditch you, he wraps his arm around your waist and takes you to your house, where you invite him in and the two of you pass out together on your bed

in the morning wonshik sleepily kisses you w/ stinky breath and asks you out to dinner, and after the two of you go to the bathroom and brush your teeth he goes down on you in the kitchen

it takes a while to get used to the paparazzi following you during every single date, but it still feels like you’re the only two in the world when you’re out eating dinner together and he stares into your eyes

there are a lot of tacky news reports that are like “MODERN ROMEO AND JULIET????? FAMILY RIVALS DATING????” that you think are hilarious and you and wonshik get matching framed versions of the really absurd ones

it’s also hard to get used to your bf going from 0 to 100 in approximately 0.5 seconds, but you sort of learn to go with the flow when wonshik stops being the cute awkward dweeb you love and turns on his charisma and becomes Prince Wonshik

says things that are supposed to be sexy but it ends up being super corny and you laugh at him...which makes him pout….. which only makes you laugh more

buys you a matching purple adidas tracksuit to wear to the airport when you go on vacation, and u want to die but you wear it anyways because you love him

takes you as his date to all his royal events and news reporters are like!!! prince wonshik when r u getting married!!!! and he just winks and you roll your eyes at him

your dad totally calls you and goes on a long angry rant when the news breaks that you’re dating wonshik, but you couldn’t care less because you have a very handsome prince bf waiting for you to watch bad reality tv with him

#ravi #vixx #vixx scenarios #ravi scenarios #kpop scenarios #im SO sorry anon who requested this omg i took SO long but i hope u like this anyways #this is so short god i keep trying to write longer things but its hard!! grrrr!!!!! especially w/ requests!!!!!#💌

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thecutofmylove · 7 years

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Late Night Calls

Joshler smut ***Not proofread***

Josh had just lied down for bed when the phone call rang through. His phone began vibrating loudly from atop his nightstand, shaking him from the small amount of sleep he had hardly begun to achieve. He groaned. Who could be calling him at this time of night? He growled and reached across to the stand, dragging his phone on to the bed beside him. He brought a hand to his face, pressing the heel into his left eye to try and rub the sleepiness away but as soon as he saw Tyler’s name on the screen, he wished he’d never rolled over. “Tyler, it’s two in the morning,” He groaned in a rather deep and gravely voice. A chuckle sounded from the other end. “What are you wearing?” What was he wearing? Was Tyler seriously ringing at two in the morning to discuss Josh’s fashion sense? “Clothes. Goodnight.” Josh hears the distant squeaking of a bed frame and then Tyler’s voice returned. “Wait, c'mon Josh.” Tyler’s voice sounded desperate, needy, and it made Josh’s heart flutter. “What are you wearing…baby?” “Baby?” Josh echoed. “You’ve never called me that before. You must really want to know what I’m wearing.” He bit the tip of his tongue to suppress a laugh and he tried to listen for Tyler’s movements on the other end. “M'wearing my Vesperteen T,” He finally answered. A light groan came from Tyler’s end. “I love the way you look in pink.” Josh’s cheeks flushed at the compliment, even though he knew exactly what Tyler was trying to do. “What else are you wearing? Josh shifted so he was lying on his back. "Boxers.” A chuckle. “Take your shirt off and send me a picture,” Tyler demanded. “Why should I?” Josh teased. “You can see me whenever you want to, on the internet.” He smiled again. He knew exactly what he was doing to Tyler and he loved it. “C'mon. I haven’t seen you in a while. I don’t want to forget what you look like.” Tyler’s voice was different now. It wasn’t desperate like before, it was deeper, more alluring. “But I’d rather look at you beneath me.” Josh’s face felt like it was on fire. Tyler had never spoken to him like this, but damn was it hot. “Where’s Jenna?” “Don’t worry about her, it’s just you and me baby. So why don’t you send me that picture, hmm?” This time it was Josh that was groaning. He could only imagine why Tyler wanted a picture of him and all of the dirty things he was going to do with it. “Give me a second.” His voice came out steady, but his hands were shaking terribly as he pushed the blanket aside and reached for the hem of his t-shirt. He kept the phone to his ear as he shimmied the pink fabric over his head, tossing it on to the floor beside the bed. He put the phone on speaker while he took the picture. It was from his neck down to mid-thigh. His left hand was on his stomach, just above the waistband of his boxers with the tips of his last finger dipping just under the elastic. It was dark but you could see everything, including the outline of Josh’s dick beneath the thin black fabric. He quickly opened their text conversation and attached the image with a ’;)’ and pressed send. “Okay,” He chirped. “It’s sending now.” Tyler hummed. “I can’t wait to see you.” As Josh waited for Tyler to receive the picture he grew curious. “What are you wearing, Tyler?” “Nothing.” The answer came so quickly and Josh wasn’t expecting it. His breath must have hitched, or something because he could hear Tyler laughing again. “Does that excite you?” More squeaking. “Oh Josh. You’re such a tease.” Tyler must have gotten the picture. “You could have at least put your hand on yourself.” “Send me a picture and maybe I’ll take another for you.” Silence. Fuck. Did Josh say something wrong? Maybe not enough? No wait, he could hear Tyler’s bed squeaking again. “Look at you trying to be a dirty boy,” Tyler husked. “What would you do if I was there, Josh?” Damn. Tyler always asked him questions like that, and Josh never had an answer. “I dunno Tyler, what would you want me to do?” “Oh come on,” Tyler groaned. “You want to demand like a big boy, you’re going to talk to me like one.” He could faintly hear Tyler’s breathing. He was so getting off to this already. “So tell me Josh,” He sighed. “What would you do if I was there?” Josh’s cock twitched at the question, and the dozens of possibilities but he still wasn’t sure of what to say. “I want to kiss you Tyler.” “Where?” Where? Josh practically choked. “What?” “Where do you want to kiss me Josh?” He chuckled again.“I know there’s a dirty boy in there somewhere. Don’t be such a Mama’s boy and tell me what you want to do to me Joshua.” Josh could feel his heart actually skip a beat. Tyler sounded completely wrecked already. “Well,” He began, but sudden vibrations against his cheek startled him. He nearly dropped his phone and as he fumbled with it in the dark he could only imagine what Tyler must be thinking on the other end. But when he got a hold of the handheld and put it on speaker Tyler was still quiet, so Josh took the opportunity to see why his phone buzzed. One New Message: Tyler [Attachment: One Image] Josh drew in a shaky breath as he stared at the two words ‘one image’. His mouth was practically coming unhinged as he opened his messages. Tyler was completely splayed out, his legs spread apart and his right hand was wrapped around his cock. He was completely hard and completely flushed. He was biting down on his lower lip and Josh could see the thick vein in his neck surfacing. “You’re too quiet Josh. Did you get it?” Tyler asked innocently, followed by a high pitched laugh. Josh groaned at the image of Tyler. “Mhm.” He could feel the intense throbbing between his legs as his erection pushed against his boxers, forming a tent in his lap. “You’re jerking off already,” Josh sighed inwardly as he fought the urge to palm himself. “You don’t last very long, do you?” Tyler drew in a sharp hiss, he was definitely jerking off. “How can I when you like to tease me?” “Tease you?” Josh giggled. “You’re the one sending dick pics at-” “You’re still looking at it, aren’t you?” Tyler jeered. “I bet you wish that was your hand around my cock, huh?” Josh released a whine, “Yes.” “Talk to me,” Tyler moaned. “Tell me what you want to do.” Before Tyler had finished speaking, the heel of Josh’s hand was already rubbing against his erection. The sound of Tyler’s moan had gone straight to his cock and he couldn’t wait a second longer. “I miss tasting you.” “Which part of me, baby?” Tyler encouraged. “All of you,” Josh husked. “Running my tongue down your chest and sucking on your nipples to start.” Tyler sighed. “You like that, I can tell because you moan a lot, wiggling around beneath me. It gets you so hard.” He slipped his hand beneath his boxers without missing a beat and loosely wrapped his hand around himself. He began to leisurely jerk his hand up and down his shaft, slowly using his thumb to spread the precum around his head. He hissed at the new sensation, but he didn’t stop. “I want to suck on your neck Tyler. You make such sexy little sounds when I give you hickies.” Tyler hummed. “Keep going.” “Bite down on that sweet spot, you get so loud when I bite you below your earlobe. Almost as loud as you get when I suck you off.” Josh’s own hand stuttered at his lewd thoughts. Tyler was always a moaning mess when he let Josh take control and this time was no different. He was already jerking himself far too quickly to last as long as Josh and he needed to pace himself if this phone call was going to be worth it. “Not this time, pretty boy. I want to hear you,” Tyler said darkly. “I want to get down on my knees,” He began in a low, barely audible tone. “Yeah?” Josh whined, increasing the pace of his hand slightly. Tyler hummed. “Wrap my lips around your pretty little cock.” He paused, listening to Josh’s sweet sounds as he worked his hand over himself on the other end. “Lick you up and down,” Tyler continued. “Scrape my teeth across the tip, slide my hands all over your tight little body.” Josh moaned. Tyler said he wanted to run his hands over Josh’s body, but what Josh heard was something much darker. “Yeah.” He groaned. “I want you to choke me.” Tyler licked a wet stripe across his palm before he began pumping himself again. He craved the sweet friction he got from sliding himself in and out of Josh, something he couldn’t replicate with his hand. “Give it to you good Josh. I want you to scream my name.” “Fuck,” Josh groaned loudly, working himself in time with what he imagined Tyler’s mouth would be doing over his cock. “Mm I like the way you sound.” Tyler chuckled again. “You sound so sexy. Moan for me baby. I want to hear you.” “I want you inside me,” Josh tried, trailing off with a high whine. “Fuck, Josh.” Tyler had to slow his hand again to suppress the growing heat in his stomach. He knew he wasn’t far off. “You want me inside your tight little ass?” He asked, squeezing his hand around the base of his cock, teasing himself with the thought of Josh clenching around him. “Stretching you out? You want my fingers in your ass baby?” Josh had to put his phone on speaker and set it down, because now he definitely wanted to feel something inside of him. He placed it next to his ear on his pillow and reached over to his nightstand. He carefully slid the drawer open and withdrew a blue bottle of lubricant. “Yes. Tyler, fuck.” His moan hadn’t quite covered up the sound of the cap popping. Tyler heard everything; Josh opening the lube and the sound of the liquid squeezing from the top. “Are you going to finger yourself?” The question was meant to be firm, but Tyler couldn’t stop the shakiness of his breath as the thought went straight to his cock in a quick jolt. “You dirty boy.” Josh rubbed his thumb over the tip of his head, spreading precum around in small circles as he closed his other hand to cover his fingers with the lube. Tyler always prepped Josh with a rimjob, and he would bite Josh’s ass cheeks as torment. Fuck, what Josh would give for a rimjob right now. “I need you inside me,” He moaned. “I want to feel you stretching me out.” “Slick those fingers up baby.” Tyler bit down on his lower lip. He wanted to shoot his load right then, but he couldn’t. He needed to hear Josh’s desperate moans and those dirty sloppy sounds when he fingered himself. “I wanna fuck you so good. I want you screaming under me.” “You’re so big Tyler. It’s not the same,” He whined. “Two fingers, nice and slow.” Josh drew in a shaky breath. Two? Already? He was so fucked. He wasn’t prepared for the slow burn that came next. He tried to mentally talk himself down as he spread a few drops of lube around the tight ring of muscle, but he knew it was going to ache. While he was getting himself ready for the penetration, he worked his left hand up and down his shaft. He thought that maybe the pleasure and the pain would mix together and it wouldn’t be so bad. But he couldn’t wait any longer, he needed to feel something. He rolled onto his side and bent his right knee towards his chest. He let out a deep sigh as he lined up the tips of his fingers at his entrance. Relax. Breathe. Now. On the second exhale he started to slowly push his fingers inside. He hissed sharply. He wasn’t even to the first knuckle and it ached. “Mhm. Just like that Josh. Fuck you’re so tight.” Tyler encouraged from the other end though breathy groans. “Keep going baby.” Josh released another slow exhale and continued to, very slowly, push his fingers into himself. “Burns,” He groaned. Tyler hummed his approval. “You’re always so tight for me. Get in there and stretch yourself if you want this cock.” “I want it,” He moaned. “So bad.” He continued to jerk his hand over his shaft as he eased his first two fingers into his ass. Tyler was right, Josh was tight. “I want your tongue in my ass Tyler.” “You want me to eat you while I jerk your cock?” Tyler cooed. “Stick my tongue inside you?” “Yeah.” “Deeper Josh. I can’t hear you.” Josh’s fingers were at the second knuckle. He was so close. “You’re so dirty.” Josh chewed on his lower lip. He needed a distraction from the burn, and as he pushed his fingers in the rest of the way it only got worse. “Fuck, Tyler. Please.” “Please, what?” “I need you,” He moaned. He slowly began to scissor his fingers inside of himself, and fuck did it feel amazing. “You feel so good in my ass, Tyler.” Tyler moaned back. “Say my name again.” Josh pushed his fingers in as deep as he could in perfect timing with his next outburst of Tyler’s name. It was loud and Tyler was relishing in the sound. It burned but he didn’t want to wait. Josh wanted to cum so badly. He could feel a light tug behind his bellybutton and he wanted nothing more than go chase after it, so he began a steady rhythm of push and pull with his fingers. The feeling of his fingers brushing against his prostate had Josh writhing and grinding down into his hand. His moans quickly filled the room and Tyler’s cock loved it. “Oh, fuck. Faster Tyler,” He moaned into the empty air. Tyler’s head fell back against his pillow, Josh could hear it rustling against the microphone. He began to pump his length in time with each of Josh’s squeaks. “Tell me how it feels,” Tyler demanded. “So good,” Josh said through grit teeth. “Don’t stop.” “I want you seeing stars.” “Fuck Tyler.” Josh rolled his hips backwards, burying his fingers inside of himself and scissoring them so they just brushed against his prostate. “I’m gunna. Fuck Tyler.” “You’re such a good boy,” Tyler moaned. “Wanna cum inside you Josh.” “Yes!” Josh cried. “Just like that. Cum inside me. Fill me up Tyler. Please.” “You want my cum Josh? You want it in your ass?” Josh released a deep, thick moan as he bucked his hips against his hand, fingering himself in perfect time with his left hand pumping his length. “Yeah!” “You’re so close, aren’t you?” Tyler asked as his own climax rapidly approached. “Cum for me Josh, all over yourself.” Tyler hummed loudly, his hips bucking relentlessly into his fist. “I want it all.” Josh wasn’t sure if it was Tyler’s raspy demands or the feeling of his hands working himself into a puddle, but Josh came hard. His jaw fell open, a deep gutteral moan tearing from his throat. His entire body was shaking as his hips stuttered, thick white spurts spilling over his fist. A high-pitched whine came before a string of obscenities, followed by repeatedly crying Tyler’s name filled the room and fueled Tyler just enough to tip him over the edge. His deep grunts mixed with Josh’s beautiful tones as Tyler spilled over his hand and on to his stomach. “Fuck, Josh!” Josh’s hand fell still around his cock and he instinctively pulled his fingers free of his oversensitive hole as the last of his euphoric waves washed over him. He continued to breath heavily as he listened to Tyler riding out his orgasm on the other end. His groans were almost enough to make Josh hard all over again, if he hadn’t pumped himself dry. “You sound so needy,” Josh chuckled. “I can’t wait to really get my hands on you.” A strong vibration shook Josh, his hooded eyes flying open in search of his phone. He wiped his hand on the bed sheet next to him and reached blindly for where he believed he last placed it. He squinted at the bright screen. Another vibration. Somebody was texting him. Three new messages Josh hurriedly opened his texts. He was taken back by the three images that popped up in Tyler’s chat. The first picture was of Tyler’s torso. It was a little fuzzy and Josh assumed it was because Tyler was jerking off at the time. He was biting down on his lower lip hard enough to turn the skin white and his muscles were flexed tightly under the skin on his abdomen. The second picture must have been taken moments after. Tyler’s mouth was stretched into a wide 'o’ and Josh could see the thick white ropes spilling from the tip of Tyler’s cock. It was less fuzzy, but his hand was a bit of a blur on his shaft. Josh groaned at the image. “Tyler you’re so fucking sexy. Did I do this to you?” He asked innocently. The last picture was almost HD it was so still. The skin covering Tyler’s cheeks, neck, and chest were bright red and blotchy. A pool of Tyler’s cum settled above his bellybutton in the dip of his abdominal muscles. Tyler’s hand was on his thigh, a thin stream of semen lined along the back of his hand, and his mouth was hanging open presumably so he could catch his breath. The images were so filthy and Josh couldn’t resist saving every one sent to him that night. “You do things to me,” Tyler confessed. “I forget how horny you make me. God, you’re so kinky.” Josh laughed loosely. “Maybe you should call me more often then?” He glanced over to his clock. It was almost three. “But not so late, okay?” “Yeah, I should uh, let you go? You need to get some sleep for our show tomorrow.” “I don’t think I’ll get any sleep after that,” Josh chuckled with a blush rising in his cheeks. “That was so hot.” “Pace yourself drummer boy,” Tyler joked. “Maybe you’ll get a surprise tomorrow.” “I like the sound of that. I’ll see you at rehearsal?” “Three o'clock,” Tyler confirmed. “Sleep tight.”

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Harlan Ellison (1932-2018)

Click on the above pic to visit our sister site Bear Alley Books Sunday, July 01, 2018 Harlan Ellison (1932-2018) (* This is a longer version of the obituary written for The Guardian which can be found on their website .) To some, Harlan Ellison was the finest short story writer to have emerged from America’s science fiction ghetto in generations. The Los Angeles Times called him “the 20th century Lewis Carroll”. To others he was a self-aggrandising monster. Short (he stood 5’ 5”), abrasive and strongly opinionated, Ellison was intolerant of everyone and everything he saw as stupid and obstinate, often to the point of fanaticism. Letting go was not in his nature. Psycho author Robert Bloch called him “the only living organism I know whose natural habitat is hot water”; to J G Ballard he was “an aggressive and restless extrovert who conducts life at a shout and his fiction at a scream.” Somehow, in between provoking people in their thousands and being pissed off by thousands of others, he managed to author 70 books and some 400 short stories, pen dozens of TV screenplays, edit books and write over 1,000 pieces on movies, television, books and jazz records. In 1967 he wrote “I am desperately afraid I will die before I’ve written all the stories I have in me.” His stories could be whimsical or cruel, playful or painful, sentimental or shocking. He loathed being branded as a “science fiction” author, although a tally of 45 genre awards prove that SF fans held him in high regard. It was a tough love and Ellison refused to have the term anywhere near his books. At a push he called himself a fantasist, working in the field of speculative fiction. In a 1996 interview he said, “I reject all genre labels because if you try to identify things, you begin to exclude a lot … what I write is Hyperactive Magic Realism. I take the received world and I reflect it back through the lens of fantasy, turned slightly so you get a different portrait.” Many stories about his dealings with fans, publishers and fellow writers swirled around Ellison, including but far from limited to: he was supposed to have tossed a fan down a lift shaft at a convention (no); he asked a statuesque blonde “What would you say to a little fuck?”, to which she replied, “Hello, little fuck” (again no, it’s an old joke); that he lasted four hours working for Walt Disney (that one’s true, says Ellison); that, following a telephone argument, he flew from his home in California to the East Coast, went to his tormentors office and punched him (no); or that he mailed, fourth class to make sure it was exceptionally foetid by the time it arrived, a dead gopher to a publisher for refusing his request to revert the rights to one of his books (true, again, says Ellison). Stories about Ellison are countless and fall, roughly equally, into the simplistic categories “What Ellison did for me” or “What Ellison did to me”. In 1993, a long-running dispute between former friends Ellison and Charles Platt allied with animosity between Ellison and publisher Gary Groth resulted in the formation of Enemies of Ellison (later Victims of Ellison), an anonymous group who issued their own newsletter. The Friends of Ellison group was founded soon after. Ellison did not limit his battles to personal feuds. In 1965, he marched in Alabama, to protest Arizona’s failure to ratify the Equal Rights Amendment, an episode written up as ‘March to Montgomery’; he was vocally anti-Vietnam and dedicated his collection Alone Against Tomorrow to the four students shot dead at Kent State University. He was an advocate of gun control and a supporter of human rights organisations. This concern with the social problems and the depth of injustice in the world around him, was reflected in his stories and his short fiction reached a new maturity. “‘Repent, Harlequin!’ said the Ticktockman”, about civil disobedience in a world of rigid conformity, won the Hugo and Nebula awards in 1965, followed by Hugos in 1967 for “I Have No Mouth, And I Must Scream” and 1968 for “The Beast That Shouted Love At The Heart Of The World”; further Nebulas were awarded for “The Deathbird” (which also won the Jupiter Award) in 1973 and “Adrift, Just Off The Islets Of Langerhans” in 1974. In 1977, The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction published a special Harlan Ellison issue featuring three new stories and essays by and on Ellison; the lead story, “Jefty Is Five”, won both Hugo and Nebula awards plus the Locus Award (one of 18 Locus wins for Ellison), the British Fantasy Award and his second Jupiter Award. “Paladin Of The Lost Hour” won a Hugo in 1986 and “How Interesting: A Tiny Man” a Nebula in 2011. The Mystery Writers of America have rewarded him twice (“The Whimper of Whipped Dogs”, 1974; “Soft Monkey”, 1988), the Horror Writers of America four times (The Essential Ellison, 1988; Harlan Ellison’s Watching, 1990; “Mefisto in Onyx”, 1994; “Chatting with Anubis”, 1996), and the World Fantasy Award twice, for Angry Candy (1989) and with a lifetime achievement award (1993). Ellison has also received the lifetime achievement award from Horror Writers Association (1996), the Damon Knight Memorial Grand Master Award from the SFWA (2006) and the J. Lloyd Eaton Award (2011). He was inducted into the Science Fiction Hall of Fame in 2011. He received the Silver Pen Award for Journalism from PEN International in 1988 for his column “An Edge In My Voice”, and was honoured by PEN for his continuing commitment to artistic freedom and the battle against censorship in 1990. Ellison’s maturing as a writer coincided with the growth of SF’s ‘New Wave’, championed by Michael Moorcock, J G Ballard and Brian W Aldiss in the British magazine New Worlds . Ellison invited dozens of authors to contribute to an anthology of stories on the cutting edge of the New Wave, resulting in Dangerous Visions (1968), which won a Special Hugo Award, as did the follow-up Again, Dangerous Vision (1972). A third volume, to be called The Last Dangerous Visions , was announced in the introduction of the latter, but never appeared. As late as 2007, Ellison, still sitting on over 80 unpublished contributions, described it as “this giant Sisyphean rock that I have to keep rolling up a hill.” Ellison received the Writers Guild of America Award a record-breaking four times (in 1965, 1967, 1973 and 1987). His awards in other media include awards from the Writers Guild of Canada, the Bradbury Award, the Academy of Science Fiction, Fantasy and Horror Films and the Audio Publishers Association. Ellison’s screenwriting credits included an episode of Star Trek , ‘The City On The Edge Of Forever’, for which he received the Hugo Award for Best Dramatic Presentation and the Writers Guild’s Best Original Teleplay award. The episode is generally considered the high water mark of the original Trek series and a memorable landmark of TV in general. The episode has been a cause of contention on numerous occasions—from spats between Ellison and the show’s creator Gene Roddenberry to a 2009 lawsuit, Ellison suing Paramount for unpaid royalties from spin-offs of the episode. Ellison had, in 1980, sued ABC, claiming their TV series Future Cop was based on a 1970 story he had written in collaboration with Ben Bova. ABC settled. In 1984, Ellison threatened to sue Hemdale, the producers of The Terminator , and distributors Orion saying that director James Cameron had taken ideas from two 1964 episodes of Outer Limits written by Ellison, chiefly ‘Soldier’, an anti-war story about a soldier from the future who knows nothing but war and who is accidentally sent back in time; expanding on his original short story, Ellison added a second enemy soldier who also arrives back in the present. The terms of the settlement meant all future prints included an “acknowledgment to the works of Harlan Ellison” as the film fades into the end credits. Although for many years Ellison was dismissive of computers and the internet, he was not a Luddite. He simply remained faithful to the level of technology that worked for him and continued to use a manual Olympia typewriter, tapping away at 120 words a minute with two fingers. His very first typewriter, a Remington Rand, was sold in 2010 to author Jamie Ford. The website Ellison Webderland was set up in 1995 by Rick Wyatt with Ellison’s blessing, but a lawsuit filed against AOL in April 2000 was widely condemned online. The cause was Ellison discovering that some of his stories were available on Usenet. A 2002 decision in AOL’s favour was partly overturned on appeal in 2004 and AOL subsequently settled. Ellison later embraced the power of the internet, publishing books and e-books through his own harlanellison.com and, in August 2013, starting his own YouTube channel. Never shy of publicity, Ellison performed a number of writing stunts over the years, including writing a story a day whilst sitting in the window of bookstores in Los Angeles, Boston and London’s Charing Cross Road (Words and Music, July 1976) or a hotel lobby during a convention or live on radio. The outspoken writer was the subject of a 2008 documentary, Dreams With Sharp Teeth and played himself in episodes of Scooby Doo! Mystery Incorporated in 2010 and The Simpsons in 2013. Harlan Jay Ellison was born in Cleveland, Ohio, on 27 May 1934, the son of Louis Laverne Ellison and his wife Serita ( née Rosenthal). Louis, a former singer (My Yiddishe Momma was written for him but made famous by Al Jolson), worked as a dentist, then at his brother-in-law’s jewellery store in Painesville, where his son attended Lathrop Grade School and East High School. Ellison later said that his only achievement at school was a National Scholastic Writing Award for a story he “shamelessly pilfered” from Karel Capek’s “R.U.R.” Being a short, arrogant Jewish kid meant regular beatings – bullying and anti-Semitism being a feature in a number of his autobiographical tales. Ellison was well-read, claiming Joseph Conrad and Immanuel Kant were amongst his boyhood favourites. James Otis Kaler’s 19th Century Tom Tyler; or, Ten Weeks With A Circus inspired him to run away, aged thirteen, to join a carnival. After three months the entire operation was closed down by the police and Ellison spent three days in a cell in Kansas City refusing to give his name. Radio adventurer Captain Midnight , comic books and pulp magazines were the more discernible influence on his early stories, written and illustrated by Ellison aged 15 and published in the children’s column of the Cleveland News in 1949. In May 1949, Ellison’s father died and he moved with his mother to a residential hotel in Cleveland. Ellison’s interest in science fiction pulps led to his co-founding the Cleveland Science Fiction Society; he was the editor and principal writer for the Bulletin of the Cleveland Science Fiction Society which later morphed into Ellison’s own fanzine, Science Fantasy Bulletins (later Dimensions ). In 1953 he attended the World Science Fiction Convention in Philadelphia where he became infamous for describing Isaac Asimov as “a nothing”– an accusation repeated by Asimov but denied by Ellison, who insisted that his expectations of Asimov based on his work led him to blurt out “You aren’t so much.” In September 1953 Ellison entered Ohio State University but was thrown out following an incident with a professor of creative writing who reacted to Ellison’s science fiction stories by angrily dismissing his talents. Ellison’s “Why don’t you go fuck yourself!” response was the final straw in a troubled sixteen months. Ellison had sold a script to EC Comics’ Weird Science and was now determined to write full time. Travelling to New York, he lived at the homes of Lester del Rey and Algis Budrys, writers he had met through his fan activities, before arriving at West 114 Street, an apartment building where Robert Silverberg also lived. Here he collected rejection slips and earned a living working in the Broadway Book Shop in Time Square selling dirty books to tourists. Hal Ellson’s novels of gang life were popular sellers and Ellison decided to go undercover as Phil ‘Cheech’ Beldone and ran with the Barons, a Red Hook district gang, in Brooklyn for ten weeks. The resulting article was sold to Lowdown magazine but while Ellison’s photograph appeared by the article (with the addition of a drawn-in scar on his left cheek), “not one word of what I had written was in the piece.” His first published story, ‘Glowworm’, appeared in Infinity and over the next few months Ellison began selling with increasing regularity. Crestwood were one of his main outlets, Ellison contributing to their crime magazines ( Guilty , Trapped ), science fiction ( Super-Science Fiction ) and men’s magazines ( Mr. , Dude , Gent ). This surge in sales coincided with Ellison’s first marriage, to Charlotte Stein, in early 1956, although Ellison described their relationship as “four years of hell as sustained as the whine of a generator” before they divorced. Ellison wrote a novel, Web of the City , which he sold to Lion Books and completed shortly after being drafted into the Army in March 1957. After training at Fort Benning, Georgia, he was posted to the Public Information Office at Fort Knox, Kentucky, where, as Troop Information NCO, he filled the pages of the weekly post newspaper with articles and reviews. Meanwhile, Web of the City had appeared – as Rumble – from Pyramid (Lion having collapsed) and Ellison sold a collection of short stories, The Deadly Streets , to Ace Books. Ellison’s huge output of up to ten published stories a month shrank dramatically. Ellison would later admit: “[U]p till 1957, I was strictly a money writer who had not yet reached the pinnacle of egomania your humble author now dwells upon . . . But I was drafted into the Army in 1957, and time for writing was at a premium. So I wrote only stories that I wanted to write, not ones I had to write to support myself or a wife or a home.” Released from the Army in April 1959, Ellison took up the invitation of publisher William Hamling to become editor of Rogue. Moving to Evanston, Illinois, Ellison entered a new phase of writing, many of his best stories from this period (“Final Shtick”, “No Game for Children”, “Lady Bug, Lady Bug”) appearing in Rogue. Ellison hired Lenny Bruce and Alfred Bester to write regular columns and give the paper an identity that could have rivaled Playboy . Following his divorce, Ellison entered a self-destructive cycle of partying and short-term relationships while working for a publisher he grew to despise. When one of his parties resulted in Ellison hurling abuse at a stranger who had just smashed a $500 sculpture, Frank M. Robinson, who also worked on Rogue , took him aside and persuaded him to take up writing full time again. Ellison threw everyone out and, taking an idea from an earlier story (“Rock and Roll – and Murder”) began writing Spider Kiss that night. The story of a monstrous rock ‘n’ roll singer, it is often thought to be based on Elvis; rather, Ellison said, it was based on Jerry Lee Lewis. It immediately sold to Knox Burger of Fawcett Gold Medal, the movie rights were picked up by Col. Tom Parker (whether to make or suppress a possible movie is unclear) and Ellison moved back to New York. There he met and married Billie Joyce Sanders, who had a child from a previous marriage. Ellison accepted an editorial job from his former employee and returned to Evanston to edit the Nightstand range of “stiffeners” on the agreement that Hamling also publish a line of mainstream books chosen by Ellison. The latter, Regency Books, published Ellison’s Gentleman Junkie and Memos From Purgatory . The latter told of Ellison’s days as ‘Cheech’ Beldone and, in its second half, how he was falsely denounced as possessing drugs and illegal weapons, arrested and spent a night in New York’s infamous jail, The Tombs. Regency Books also published Robert Bloch, B. Traven, Clarence L. Cooper, Thomas N. Scortia, Algis Budrys, Hal Ellson and Lester del Rey before Ellison decided he had made a terrible mistake returning to work for Hamling. Ellison’s soon-to-be-second-ex-wife wanted to move to the West Coast, The Ellisons returned to New York, where Harlan was able to sell another short story collection, Ellison Wonderland , financed the journey west. Whilst in New York, Dorothy Parker published a review of Gentleman Junkie in Esquire which turned Ellison’s career around, describing Ellison as “a good, clean, honest writer, putting down what he has seen and known, and no sensationalism about it” and his story “Daniel White For The Greater Good” as “without exception the best presentation I have ever seen of present racial conditions in the South and of those who try to alleviate them. I cannot recommend it too vehemently.” TV director James Goldstone took out an option on the story, which helped establish Ellison in Hollywood. Arriving in Los Angeles in January 1962, Ellison found work as a scriptwriter on Ripcord , Burke’s Law , Voyage To The Bottom Of The Sea , Outer Limits and Alfred Hitchcock Presents , adapting his own Memos From Purgatory for the latter. His 1964 Outer Limits script “Demon With A Glass Hand” won him his first Writers Guild Award. Although Ellison described himself as “a common day labourer” in Hollywood, he was a man about town, written about by Gay Talese in Esquire and named one of the “most eligible swinging bachelors in Hollywood” by Cosmopolitan Magazine . His movie career, on the other hand, was less successful. The co-written The Oscar (1966) was mauled by critics and whilst some later scripts ( Harlan Ellison’s Movie , I, Robot) have seen book publication, none of Ellison’s screenplays – which include adaptations of Norman Spinrad’s Bug Jack Barron, and many of his own stories, including “Rumble” and “The Whimper of Whipped Dogs” — have made it into production. A Boy And His Dog , based on Ellison’s 1969 Nebula Award-winning novella, has become something of a cult hit. Filmed by L.Q. Jones in 1974, it starred Don Johnson in a post-apocalyptic world where Vic seeks out food and sex with the aid of his telepathic dog, Blood. The film was not welcomed by everyone: Joanna Russ, in Frontier: A Journal of Women’s Studies , said, bluntly, “sending a woman to see A Boy And His Dog is like sending a Jew to a movie that glorifies Dachau”. Ellison subsequently distanced himself from the film’s misogyny and its famous last line – a blackly comical reference to the woman’s poor taste – claiming he had fought to have it removed. Ellison incorporated two additional published stories into a 1989 graphic novel version drawn by Richard Corben: a prequel, ‘Eggsucker’, and sequel ‘Run, Spot, Run’; all three tales are part of a lengthy, unpublished novel. The stories and the unfilmed movie sequel scripted by Ellison were published in 2018 as Blood’s A Rover . Ellison’s fiction output fell in the 1960s but its quality soared. He made no effort at further novels following an attempt to co-write (with Avram Davidson) a mystery novel, Don’t Speak of Rope , which was sold to Gold Medal but abandoned. Ellison’s scriptwriting for television—which included episodes of The Man From U.N.C.L.E. , Star Trek , Cimarron Strip , The Flying Nun and The Young Lawyers —tailed off in the late 1960s as his fiction gained more widespread approval. Ellison worked as a script editor on a series about an occult investigator, The Sixth Sense , and was the creator of The Starlost , a science fiction series produced in Canada. Ellison’s original pilot script, “Phoenix Without Ashes”, won him his third Most Outstanding Teleplay award from the Writers Guild of America; the version filmed, revised by other hands, was a travesty which Ellison had his name removed from and, not for the first time, insisted that ‘Cordwainer Bird’ be substituted. The story was lampooned in The Starcrossed by Ben Bova, a roman á clef wherein Ellison becomes Ron Gabriel and Bill Oxnard is Bova, who was the science advisor on the show. Ellison maintained his contact with film and television through criticism, collected in the books Harlan Ellison’s Watching , The Glass Teat and The Other Glass Teat . He also became a regular columnist for the Los Angeles Free Press (1972-73), Saint Louis Literary Supplement (1976), Future Life (1980-81) and LA Weekly (1982-83), his columns collected in The Harlan Ellison Hornbook and An Edge In My Voice . Ellison also became involved in the revival of The Twilight Zone , receiving his fourth Writers Guild Award for “Paladin Of The Lost Hour” but quitting when CBS censored his adaptation of Donald Westlake’s “Nackles”, a dark Christmas Special about a malevolent Santa that Ellison himself was to direct. Ellison walked. Ellison was also involved in Roger Corman’s unproduced Cutter’s World TV series and was, far more successfully, creative consultant for J. Michael Straczynski’s Babylon 5 , as well as co-writing two episodes and appearing as a Psi Cop. Ellison continued to publish collections of stories but his output over the years has been littered with projects that have fallen by the wayside. Dial 9 to Get Out (a contemporary, partly autobiographical novel first mentioned in 1967), Demon with a Glass Hand (expanding his 1964 Outer Limits story), The Prince of Sleep (a novel expanding his 1970 novella ‘The Region Between’, announced as forthcoming in 1972), The Dark Forces #1: The Salamander Enchantment (due 1975), Rif (due 1976), Shrikes (first announced in 1980) and Nights in the Garden of Trepidation are just a few of the numerous ghost titles announced but never published. An ambitious 20-volume library of Ellison’s work was begun by White Wolf in 1996 but collapsed after only four volumes a year later. Ellison created The Kilimanjaro Corporation in March 1979 to handle all his works and copyrights and he became Harlan Ellison® when Kilimanjaro trademarked his name in 2002. Since 2011, he has self-published a number of titles via harlanellison.com ( Harlan Ellison’s Brain Movies , Harlan 101 , Rough Beasts , Honorable Whoredom at a Penny a Word , 8 in 80 , Again Honorable Whoredom at a Penny a Word and The Last Person to Marry a Duck Lived 300 Years Ago ). His work continues to see publication in a wide number of media. Ellison has produced audio recordings of many of his favourite stories and six volumes of On The Road With Ellison series gathers together some of Ellison’s convention speeches, talks and lectures. Comic strip adaptations of his works include Demon with a Glass Hand by Marshall Rogers (1986), Night and the Enemy by Ken Steacy (1987), Vic and Blood by Richard Corben (1989), Harlan Ellison’s Dream Corridor (1995, 2007) and 7 Against Chaos , a graphic novel based on a 20-year-old film script with art by Paul Chadwick and Ken Steacy, made the New York Times bestseller list (for hardcover graphic novel) in 2013. In 2000, he began producing a weekly series of commentaries for Galaxy Online under the title “Working Without A Net,” also the title for his proposed memoirs, which were sold to a “major publisher” in 2008 and which he described as “three-quarters finished” in 2013. Of all his books, he claimed that he was most proud of Mind Fields , a collection of 33 stories each based on a painting by Polish surrealist Jacek Yerka. He lectured widely at over 300 colleges and universities and was the guest of honour of dozens of conventions. His appearances were, as one would expect, occasionally controversial. In 1969 at the Texas A&M University he referred to the university’s Corps of Cadets as “America’s next generation of Nazis.” In 2006, at the 64th World SF Convention at Anaheim, during the Hugo Awards ceremony, Ellison groped Connie Willis’s breast, an act he described as “unconscionable.” In 1985, Ellison revealed to People Weekly’ s Kristin McMurran that during the period 1978-82 he had suffered from dysphoria, a mood disorder that causes anxiety and depression. In 2011 he was diagnosed with clinical depression and put on a spectrum of medicines. In 2010, Ellison, believing he was suffering from failing health, announced that his Guest of Honor stint at MadCon in Madison, Wisconsin, would be his final convention appearance. Interviewed by Josh Wimmer at that time, he claimed “An old dog senses when it’s his time … I’m not afraid of death … All I want to make sure is that when the paper comes out, it says, ‘Harlan Ellison died in his sleep’… “I have led exactly the life I would wish to lead. I have led the life I guess that everybody in their heart of hearts wants to lead.” For five years, beginning in 2011, Ellison began conducting a series of exhaustive interviews with documentarian Nat Segaloff which formed the basis for A Lit Fuse: The Provocative Life of Harlan Ellison . Ellison died on Thursday, 28 June 2018, aged 84. His death was announced by family friend Christine Valada (widow of Len Wein) who said that he died in his sleep. Following his second divorce, Ellison was married to Lory Patrick in 1966 (divorced within a few months), to Lori Horwitz in 1976 (divorced 1977) and finally to Susan Toth in 1986, who survives him. He is survived by his niece, Lisa Rubin (daughter of his estranged sister, Beverly, whom he saw only once after 1962) and nephew Loren Rabnick. Ellison has said that “immediately on the striking of my passing—or as soon thereafter as conveniently possible—[Susan] is to destroy all of my unfinished stories, burn and stir the ashes of any manuscripts in progress, do the same to any novels-in-progress, flense all notes and snippets, tear out all the pages of my working notebooks and in-progress files and, in short, make it impossible for anyone to ghost-write, collaborate-to-completion, or ‘finish’ anything incomplete at the moment of my death.” Posted by