#the view from halfway down always fucking kills me man.

[wetpapert0wel]

bojack horseman is a really really good show.

#the first 3 episodes are bad. the first season isnt amazing. but it's so worth watching the whole series. #season 3 is like. The Velma Show-levels of political commentary but like. its better balanced lmao #every other season is really good though. every season after 3 is an absolute banger. #so many good episodes after s3. #the old sugarman place. stupid piece of sh*t. ruthie. lovin that cali lifestyle. time's arrow. #the amelia earhart story. free churro. ancient history. the showstopper. the stopped show. #Season 6 As A Whole. season 6 is so so so so so good. u probably could watch season 6 by itself but it pbb wont hit as hard w/o context. #the view from halfway down always fucking kills me man. #orignaletti

[thetriumphantpanda]

The Way You Miss Me | Joel Miller (Chapter Seven)

Chapter Summary | Joel has been MIA for a week since he kissed you on the porch. You're paired up for patrol, alone for the first time and Joel has twenty years of time to make up to you.

Pairing | Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings | SMUT. MY BABIES ARE FUCKING AGAIN. Unprotect PiV sex, oral sex (F receiving) and some dirty talk for good measure.

Authors Note | It took me so long to get this right in my brain, but these two idiots are finally together again and I'm so happy that they get aa happy ending. This is the last full chapter of The Way You Miss Me - I have a small epilogue planned coming out soon to round their story off. I'd love to know what you think - you can pop into my ask to let me know and as always, reblogs, comments and likes are my life blood.

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It’s just past 9am when a knock at your front door pulls you from the bottom of your coffee mug. You set it down on the coffee table and answer the door. It’s Tommy. 

“Good mornin’, sunshine,” He greets as usual, “Nice day, right?” 

You lean against the door frame, “Morning Tommy,” You smile, you know he wants something, “Absolutely, looks like it’s going to be a scorcher.” 

“Perfect day to get out and about, right?” 

You smirk, “What do you want, Tommy?” 

“Ben is sick, he was due to head out on patrol up to the lodge, I was wondering if maybe you’d consider taking his duty today?” 

It had been a week since the last time you’d gone out. Since the close call with Ellie and Joel. Since Joel stood on your front porch and kissed the life out of you. Or back into you. You still couldn’t decide. A week since you’d seen him. You didn’t know where he was hiding. 

“Yeah, I don’t see why not, what time was he due to head off?” 

“He was down for midday patrol, should mean you’re back in time for dinner later,” His hand moves to the back of his neck, like it always does when there’s something else, he’s not telling you, “You should know Joel is down as his patrol partner, I know things haven’t been easy between you two, so if you’re not comfortable, I can take it instead.” 

You shake your head, so Joel hasn’t told Tommy about kissing you. Interesting. Were you about to go back to being a secret again? 

“It’s alright Tommy, I’m a big girl,” You shrug your shoulders, “Plus, Maria will have my ass, you’ve got a baby to think about now, can’t have you out there risking life and limb just yet.” 

“I owe you one, thank you,” Tommy reaches out to squeeze your arm, “I’ll make sure he’s on his best behaviour.” 

“I’m capable of putting that man in his place Tommy,” You say, pushing yourself off the doorframe, “We’ll be fine.” 

*

There’s a slight breeze through the trees as you walk which makes the heat pleasant. You’ve got a rifle strapped to your back, much like you had when you’d taken Joel and Ellie to the lake, and a handgun resting in the back of your jeans. Joel is walking a few steps behind you; he’s been like that since you left Jackson an hour ago. 

“Enjoying the view, Miller?” You shoot over your shoulder. 

“Always have.” Is his response. He can’t see your face but you’re smiling. 

You have to admit, this is weird. When you’d met with him at the gun store, he’d been polite, saying hello, but keeping his distance. You thought maybe once you’d left the confines of town he’d lighten up, walk closer to you, maybe even hold your hand, but he’d kept a few steps behind you all the way. Maybe it had something to do with the tight jeans you’d decided to wear, but something in you suspects he’d a few steps behind to keep an eye out, to protect you if something goes wrong. 

It doesn’t take long for you both to reach the bottom of the hill that leads to the lodge. You stop and prepare yourself. You’d first done this run with Tommy in the winter and it had almost killed you. The snow had made walking up the steep incline even harder, and when Tommy had announced you were halfway you thought you might cry. Your lungs were screaming, the calf muscles in your legs threatening to cramp. 

“You alright?” Joel asks, finally standing side-by-side with you. 

“I hate this fuckin’ hill.” You reply simply. 

Joel laughs, “Come on, you’ve still got youth on your side, I’m old and this is fine.” 

“I’m forty-five years old Joel and my knees have gone to shit,” You hit his arm, “And my lungs are not what they once were.” 

He’s stepping forward to start walking, “That’s what you get for starting on cigarettes,” He scoffs, turning around to you, “You should really give up.” 

“Don’t try and take the high ground Miller, it won’t work.” 

He holds out his hand to you now, “Will you take my hand, for God’s sake,” He chuckles, “It’s not going to burn you.” 

You slip your hand into his and he’s pulling you up the start of the hill. His hand is still large against your own, his skin still rough and calloused, like it always had been. You’d expected him to let go of your hand once you got moving, but instead, he moves to lace his fingers through your own. You look down at your entwined hands and up at his face, which shows a smile you hadn’t seen in forever. 

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around much,” He speaks softly as you tackle the hill together, “Tommy’s been bustin’ my ass with patrols all week.” 

“It’s alright Joel, you’re here now.” You give his hand a squeeze and a comfortable silence falls between you. 

“Listen, I wanted to say sorry for what I said before,” You can tell he’s a little out of breath, but you don’t know whether that’s from the hill or the nerves you can feel radiating through him, “It was wrong of me to tell you I hadn’t thought about you, truth is darlin’ I never stopped, always wondered what happened to you, where you were, what you were doin’, it drove me crazy the whole time,” He stops to take a deep breath, “I’m fuckin’ awful at this,” He grumbles to himself, “I guess what I was tryin’ to say to you was that thinking you were dead helped me stop thinking that maybe you weren’t safe, that someone had you or somethin’ like that.” 

“Joel, stop, please,” You give him another squeeze to his hand, “It’s fine, I get it. There were times when I tried to do the same, although I suppose if anyone was going to make it through this whole ordeal then it was always going to be you,” The hill is becoming steeper and you’ve both slowed down, “I guess I just always knew if it wasn’t going to be you, you know, that I ended up with, I didn’t want anyone else, that’s why I kept telling myself one day, one day I’d find you, and all that matters now is that I did, we can forget everything else, let’s just focus on moving forward.” 

It takes another thirty minutes or so of walking before you’re cresting the brow of the hill and the lodge comes into view. Joel let’s go of your hand for the first time since he took it, letting you press your palms to your knees, bent over to catch your breath. He’s right, you need to give up the smoking. 

Once you’re both sure the lodge is still secure with no signs of infected or raiders, you move to the guestbook which Tommy had set up and write both yours and Joel’s name down, with the date and any observation notes. When you turn around, he’s leant against the railings, arms crossed over his chest with his backpack and rifle placed against the wall. The sun in framing him like he’s straight from the pages of the bible, creating a halo around his head, and you think he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, but then again, he always was. 

“C’mere darlin’.” He reaches a hand out to you and you walk the short distance, taking hold of it. 

He tugs you to his chest, arms wrapping around your shoulders as yours circle his waist. You can feel him take a deep breath at the top of your head and instinctively you do the same, soaking in his smell. You feel content here, he always was your safe haven. 

“I’ve missed you so much Joel.” You speak softly, feeling one of his hands drop to your lower back, pressing you further into his body. 

“I missed you too darlin’ girl,” He presses a kiss to the top of your head, “But I’m here now, and I’m not goin’ anywhere, I promise.” 

You tilt your head towards his face, pressing yourself up on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. You try to pull away but instead, his firm hand presses into the small of your back to keep you still and then his mouth his on yours. It’s slow, his lips pressing against your own softly, so soft that you could almost convince yourself you were dreaming. He pulls away slightly, tilting his face so his nose bumps against your own, then his mouth is back on yours, this time with more force behind it. 

One of his hands is tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling your face towards him and as your mouth opens for him and your tongues are working against each other, you feel the hand that was at the small of your back work its way down. His hand slides into the back pocket of your jeans and he squeezes, earning a moan to fall from your lips, only to get drowned out on his tongue. 

He pulls away and presses his forehead to your own, eyes closed, and you can tell he’s just as content as you are right now. 

“I’ve thought about this for the last twenty years Joel,” You whisper, “Please, I need you.” 

He smiles with his eyes still closed. He moves, turning your position so he has you pressed up against the railings this time. His lips are back on yours as his hands move to undo the button of your jeans, undoing it with the same prowess as he always had. He tugs the zipper down and then he’s dropping to his knees in front of you and you think you might combust with excitement. He’s pulling your jeans down your legs, trailing wet, open mouth kisses to your skin as he does. He’s unlacing your shoes and pulling them off before his husky voice is speaking to you again. 

“Step out of this darlin’ girl.” 

You do as he says, lifting one foot and then the other so he can pull your jeans right off. They’re discarded somewhere behind him, then he’s hooking one of your legs over his shoulder. Your head tilts back as you feel his mouth pressing kisses around the outline of your underwear. His hands are gripping the back of your legs, where the curve of your ass meets the back of your thighs and you think that if you have to wait any longer for what you want, your heart might stop. 

“Joel…” You breathe out, fisting a hand in his hair to pull his attention to you, “I’ve waited too long for this for you tease me.”  “What do you want, darlin’ girl?” 

“Take these off and put your mouth on me, Miller.” 

You can feel his smirk against your inner thigh as he pulls your leg from his shoulder. Your underwear is swiftly discarded, and your leg is back over his shoulder, his hands cupping the round cheeks of your ass in order to keep you upright. 

He licks the pad of his tongue from your aching entrance all the way up the seam of your pussy until the tip of his tongue flicks at your clit and you crumple. His hands on your ass are doing a fine job of keeping you up as he circles your clit with the tip of his tongue. Your hand is fisting his hair and you’re pulling so hard you think you might hurt him, but judging from the depraved sounds that are coursing through your pussy, you don’t think it matters to him. He keeps you like this for what feels like forever, teasing your clit with his tongue until you’re practically grinding onto his face. 

“Joel… fuck, oh my god, I’m so close, please…” You beg. 

“Please what?” 

“Make me cum.” 

He wastes no time. He does exactly what he used to do all those years ago. He pushes two of his fingers into your weeping pussy, curling them in just the right way that you’re keening at him, shallow breaths heaving through your chest as his lips suction around your clit. It’s too much. It’s always been too much. Before you know it, your legs are shaking and cries of “JoelJoelJoel…” are falling from your lips as he works you through the first orgasm you’ve had since you last saw him.

He presses kisses to your inner thigh, rubbing his stubble on your skin to wipe off most of your slick before he’s standing. There’s concern in his eyes because you’re crying. Genuine tears of happiness that the man you had wanted all along really was here and was still able to pull earth-shattering orgasms from you like it was nothing. 

“I’m okay,” You reassure him, “Just happy.” 

He kisses you and the taste of yourself on his lips is sinful. You drink the taste of yourself from him, letting your palm run over the growing bulge at the front of his jeans, “You going to fuck me, Miller?” You ask, looking up at him through your eyelashes. 

“I thought you’d never ask.” 

He’s turned you around now, the front of your body pressed against the railings. You can see the whole world in front of you. The sun just beginning to set, the wind rustling the trees, and Jackson out in the distance. You hear Joel undoing his belt buckle and the sound of his zipper being pulled down. Then you feel his skin against your own, the hardness of his cock pressing into your ass. He takes a moment to push his fingers back inside you, gathering your slick which he then uses to coat his own length, before he’s lining up to you and gently pushing himself inside. 

If you thought the feeling of his mouth had been a relief, it was nothing compared to this. He had always been a snug fit inside you, the friction of his size sending tingles up your spine as he slowly edged himself inside you. He’d never fucked you bare before, too risky, but now you didn’t care. You could feel all of him inside you and it was like you’d never been apart. Fit right back together like two pieces of a puzzle. 

He starts thrusting into you in earnest, clearly as overcome with the feeling of being back inside you as he always had been, “Fuckin’ hell darlin’, you’ve not changed a bit,” He pulls you flush against his chest, one hand resting at your throat, the other wrapped across your lower belly, mouth right against your ear, “Still fit me like a glove.” 

“Oh Joel,” You moan, hands gripping the railing in front of you, “Harder, please.” You beg. 

He obliges, just like he always has done, “Darlin’, I’m not gonna last much longer,” He breathes out, hand snaking down to your clit where he starts to rub tight circles around you, “Fuckin’ old man, I want to spend eternity buried inside you.” 

“Ohhh Joel, don’t stop,” Your head falls back against his shoulder, “I’m… ah! Oh god, I’m going…” 

“Go on, give me one more, always such a good girl for me.” 

You do just that, the tight circles he’s rubbing on your clit and the filth he’s whispering in your ear, topped off with how his cock is slipping in and out of you, has you screaming his name out into the world below you as your feel your pussy clench around his cock. He’s not far behind you, he pulls out of you just in time to paint your backside with thick ropes of his cum as he fists himself through his own orgasm. 

You fall forward, pressing your forehead into the railing whilst you catch your breath. Joel follows suit, his chest falling against your back whilst you both gather your thoughts. 

“I have to admit, this is not how I thought I’d fuck you after all these years.” He’s chuckling into your ear as you both stand up, aware that you need to start heading back soon. 

“We were never conventional Joel,” You smile as he hands you your clothes, “I’d have thought something was wrong if there was a comfy bed or I had to be extra quiet, so we didn’t wake anyone up.” 

The walk back to Jackson is much easier downhill than it was going up it earlier. The sun is almost set when the gates open for you both. Joel had been holding your hand the entire time and you’d expected that once you got back to the safety of the commune, he’d let it go, but he does the opposite. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, and you find your hand slipping into the back pocket of his jeans, just like his had up at the lodge. 

You can see Tommy in front of The Tipsy Bison, he looks like he’s seen a ghost at the two of you, claiming each other in front of everyone else. And then he’s cheering, confusion written on the faces of the people around him who don’t know your history. It’s reminiscent of high school and you bury your head in Joel’s shoulder to hide your embarrassment. Joel shrugs his shoulder, so you lift your head. 

“Not embarrassed to be seen with me, are you?” He’s joking, and you know it. 

“Never.” You smile, pressing a kiss to his lips for everyone to see. 

You’re done hiding from everyone else. Joel Miller was yours and you were his. No more secrets. 

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#Joel Miller #Pedro Pascal #The last of us #the last of us hbo #Joel Miller smut #Joel Miller fic #Joel Miller fanfic #Joel Miller fan fiction #Joel Miller x you #Joel Miller x reader #Joel Miller x female reader #Joel Miller x f!reader #the last of us fic #the last of us fanfic #the last of us fan fiction #TWYMM #Joel Miller Pedro Pascal

[corporatefrog]

꒦‧₊ ꒷ headcannons: team stan with a careless friend✧.*

✧.* tags: college au

✧.* Characters: kenny mccormick, kyle broflovski, stan marsh, eric cartman, butters stotch

a/n: I usually don't add cartman to these things bc he stinks+loser+annoying+suckmydick but I know he'd take advantage of someone who hod so sense of mortality so he gets a pass this time ig.

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Kenny

He mistakes the carelessness for spontaneity and immediately assigns you as his go to “lets do something stupid I just thought of” partner

He’s a “try everything once” kind of guy so it’s perfect that you have no sense of self preservation

“Kenny stand on the other side of the field, I wanna see how far I can throw my phone.”

“Okay.”

You both infuriate stan to no end

#annoyingduo in the best way possible 

Do NOT put the two of you in the same room at a party

All of a sudden there’s a 15 person game of just dance happening but there’s no screen?? You’re all just doing moves you saw on just dance

Everyday is a new adventure

Kenny probably has an eye out for you though

He can die doing something stupid and be back the next day but you on the other hand are not 

Gotta keep his partner in crime alive! There’s a bunch of other things on his “before I die (for real)” bucket list that you still need to mark off

Kyle

You just get caught up in the moment! You have such a wonder for life!

Kyle doesn’t get it sometimes seeing as he tries to view everything logically. 

He’s more like a babysitter when you both go somewhere

“You did not just spend $300 on knock off jordans from a random man on the street corner.”

“I did and they’re the comfiest shoes I’ve ever worn. He told me they’ll cure my posture problems.”

“Do you just believe anything someone tells you?”

“Coming from someone who almost cried when I didn’t use his Candy Crush referral code so he could get more lives, that’s really rich.”

Okay so he gets swept up in trends sometimes. At least he understands his own mortality!

After the third time you try to learn how to do a backflip and fail miserably, he has to leave the room to keep from screaming 

keeps a mental count of the things you do every day that should kill you

the current record is 14

Stan

He doesn’t understand how you can just go through your day without a care

Are you not afraid of dying? That’s like 32% of his thoughts during the day

“Fuck I dropped my credit card down the drain. Stan, hold my ankles while I reach down to grab it.”

“I can literally see the used heroin needles down there.”

“Okay and??? Not my fault the city doesn’t have a safe use zone, I need that card!” 

One time you guys were leaving a store and the alarm went off 

Stan turned to ask you if you got the security tags removed but you we’re already sprinting halfway across the mall

Not because you stole anything, but because you saw jimmy, clyde, and tolkien walking out of a store and wanted to say hi

And then you spent the rest of the day being lectured by an underpaid paul blart wannabe

Stan was freaking out because he thought you would get arrested for causing a scene or something (they find any reason to arrest someone in south park) 

But all you did was laugh in that light hearted, careless way you always do

Cartman

Bro will manipulate your carelessness for all its worth

You are now the second person he calls when he has some stupid plot that needs someone who doesn’t understand the concept of death

If kenny’s busy, you’re on speed dial

Honestly, you’re probably the first call because you’ll do something stupid without needing to be paid! 

Free labor!

Wanna work at dicknbaus hot dogs for 14 hours with no pay? It’s free hotdogs! You’re in! 

Hes an exploitative motherfucker 

Thats all im here to say about it

butters 

You’re going to give him a heart attack

One time you purposely kicked a medicine ball to see how far it would go and broke your foot

And he was more worried about your foot than you were!

“Oh jesus, can you move it?”

“Um… no I don’t think so. Lemme take off my sock”

“AH ITS PURPLE!”

“Oh damn, you’re right. That’s a nice shade though, I was thinking of painting my room that color!”

“NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BE TALKING ABOUT THIS”

Unlike kyle, he can’t force himself to ignore your careless nature

He’s always worrying about you 

He’ll suggest you both go to first aid classes or cpr training whenever you hang out “just for fun!”

but really he needs to know that you at least have some first aid knowledge if you're going to keep running around like death is a social construct

#you can't care about living if you're in south park tbh #there's a level of idiocy that's necessary to survive there lmao #south park #south park headcanons #south park x reader #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick #eric cartman #butters stotch #corporatefrog

[xplrvibes]

Im watchibg the first conjuring episode now (sorry if ive already said that) and its so sweet how they sit down just snc and sam immediately asks colby how he’s feeling

Im seeing everything now thru a new lens knowing sam is the guide and colby is the psychic and my hunch about it is literally fact and like an actual thing

ugh my heart.

- aussie anon

Sidenote that has nothing to do with anything: I had to dig out my laptop to answer this, cause the tumblr mobile app is lagging hardcore for me today. Anyone else having issues?

I've always thought it was interesting how often they get "Colby" or "Cole" during an Estes session. They get "Sam" too, but that's such a common name that I could see that being said on the radio quite often so that one coming through quite a bit doesn't surprise me - but how many Cole/Colbys are really out there on the radios waves across the US/Canada/Europe??

My opinion on the Estes, by the way, is not that it's an actual spirit coming through and speaking over the waves, for the most part - it's clearly bits and pieces of radio stations coming through for a second here and there - but rather, the person under the Estes session is almost being used as a psychic tool in a way to hear things from those radio waves that need to be heard in order to get the message across/out (hence why some people are better at it than others - Colby vs the girl that wasn't Rae whose name I forgot, sorry during the last video was a good visual representation of that). But having said that, Colby's name coming through as often as it does is just weird cause there cannot be that many ways to say "Colby" on the radio, so maybe it's a mix of radio waves and actual voices?

I don't know. Regardless, it's a collaborative effort between the person going under, the spirits, and the radio waves to make it all happen, is what I say.

Anyway, I love how casual Colby was about his name being said mixed with the word "kill" cause I would not have been as casual lol.

I don't remember anymore which Conjuring video has Colby getting locked in the basement and straight panicking, and Sam running back to the house and just going "oh he's probably freaking out right now" and yelling Colby's name as if Colby could hear him (I think that was the second video?), but that's another good Sam the Worrywart moment - although he ruins it by coming in and immediately thinking Colby was lying about the door being locked.

Man has some trust issues lol.

But the thing that made the very first Conjuring video stand out to me was their Estes sessions in the basement - Colby having an actual and legit panic attack halfway through and the stuff both of them were getting in their sessions was clearly something just fucking with them in a very unhelpful way and it had such a creepy creepy vibe to it. I didn't love the last series they did back in October, for a lot of reasons, but that first Conjuring video they did is really deserving of all of the attention and views it got.

Also, as far as fanfic is concerned - hey, write away! Maybe it's cause I've been on the internet for a long time and spent way too many years in the SPN trenches, but I think there's way worse things that can be written than just a standard RPF fic (wincest comes to mind). I think there are areas where it can get weird (and I think talking to snc themselves about it is ALWAYS a no-no and too far across the line), but for the most part, fics are fics. Write what makes you happy!

#asks #aussie anon

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖      

Chapter 7 - Long days, short nights. Episode 10.

Andy: Yeah? *It was easy to hear he was nervous. His cheeks were red and his eyes too, and he looked as if he was expecting me to pack my things and move to the other side of the earth*

Evan: *I cleared my throat and smiled softly* I think my smokes are downstairs, and I could really use one… do you have any up here?

Andy: *He forced a half smile and rolled over on his back, halfway sitting up in the bed as he opened a small drawer in the bedside table and grabbed a pack of cigs and a lighter, quickly lighting one for himself before he reached me the pack.* Evan: *I grabbed it, lit one myself and turned to lay on my back again, blowing the smoke up into the ceiling, taking a deep relaxing breath* Andy: I'm afraid to ask *he said in a hescitating voice after about a minutes silence, I turned my head and looked at him questioning* Uh… *he scratched his messy mohawk a bit and let his eyes travel nervously around the room* was… uhm… was it good for you too? I mean, I know you came, but that could just be a natural reaction… I mean, it was very good for me…. amazing in fact…. I just… if you didnt like it, it's absoutely okay, I wont get offended… I mean I barely did anything, I just got so scared if I moved an inch you would *I noticed he had suddenly pulled the blanket over his body, as if trying to cover himself, now nervously fumbling on one of it's corners, I hated seeing him anxious like that, especially if I was the fault. He went on, and I swear I could hear his voice break* I just… you know… I hope you didnt feel forced or something… I wouldnt want you to end up with a feeling of…

Evan: *I couldnt stand seeing him like that another second, so I qickly sat up, grabbed his chin and kissed him sofly*

------Andy's point of view------

*I gasped as he kissed me. I had expected he would leave any minute, and here we was, kissing me, making no attempts of escaping our nest of gay sex. Did this mean he was staying? I didn't dare to open my mouth and ask. I wanted him to stay more than anything else, and my heart was pounding wildly, both scared and happy at the same time. As he slowly pulled away from me, I didn't dare to open my eyes. Afraid I would wake up from a dream and he wouldnt be there. So when he spoke I gasped slightly*

Evan: Andy…

*I opened my eyes to see he was laying next to me, covered in the other half of the blanket that was free. But judging by his naked chest peeking over the edge of the fuzzy warm blanket, he was still naked underneath it. Was that a sign he wasnt gonna leave at all? My hands suddenly started shaking nervously, and I could see on his worried eyes that he noticed, so I quickly took a last big drag of the cig and killed it in the ashtray, not even half done with it, but didn't want to worry him further.*

Evan: Andy… *he spoke in a soft and deep voice, and man that deep voice of his always had me swimming away in it* lay down please….

*What? I was more than confused, and suddely heard myself laugh sheepishly. I slapped my own forehead, crumbling my toes over my own stupidity. Now he would definitely never want to have sex with me again. Stupid fucking dumb Andy! I yelped loudly as he suddenly grabbed my arm and roughly pulled me down, in a way so I ended up laying in the nook of his arm, with my head on his still naked chest. What was going on???!! He wanted us to cuddle? After sex? I didnt dare to believe it was true. Oh no, wait… I know what this is. I must have embarassed myself so much I simply died from it, and now I was in heaven, imagining shit. Yeah, that's what was happening.*

----Evans's point of view----

*He was stiff as a board, obviously confused, so I knew I had to speak up, even if I was losing my nerves. I cleared my voice and wrapped my arm around him, taking a drag of my cig still dangling from the other hand. As I blew the smoke out I turned my head and planted a soft kiss on his forehead* relax, please… *I took another drag from the cig, then killed it in the ashtray next to me, and as I returned my head on my pillow I added another soft kiss to the first one, leaned in and whispered softly* Andy… Im not going anywhere…. it was amazing for me too. I instantly felt him sighing relieved as his body started relaxing. I was happy I was able to make him relaxed, and I was even happier when he snuggled himself closer to me, sliding his fingers between my fingers on my free hand I had placed on my stomach.*

Andy: *He suddenly chuckled softly and I couldnt help but wonder what was going on in that beautiful mind of his, but before I got to ask, he already answered my question* I hope no one heard us, you were pretty loud towards the end…

Evan: *I chuckled silently, truth was in that moment I couldnt care less about it. All I cared about was Andy in my arms, and I dug my nose into his mohawk, sniffing him in. And within few minutes I was fast asleep, and so was he. Tangled naked in each other, satisfied and serene.*

#Andy Shaw-Thompson #Andycorn #Evan Thompson #unicornmanes

[ekwolfwriter-blog]

 Nothing special but I have been thinking about a scene that has been playing in my head after watching/ reading a review about Aang’s way of how he approached Katara’s grief and hot take: I really think someone should have talked to Aang about his views not always being the correct one.

And I know it was a time constraint, but I have been wondering about how this could have been interesting to see Aang being challenged and I think I have a scene that I think would have really helped him grow. Let me know what you think:

(Also, keep in mind, I am adding a character who is morally grey character, but understands Katara’s pain about growing up about having to be an early mother. So there will be some words. She is also a scout with a passion for learning history (back story can be provided if needed) and likes to use history to teach other generations and avoid their mistakes. Also, I am adding the scene I wrote with Sokka and Katara as well for more flare.)

“What is taking them so long?” Aang is pacing around the fire as the group is settling for the night. Katara and Zuko have been gone for about a day now since they talked and Aang cannot help but feel anxious about when they would be back. He had hoped that maybe she would have time to cool down and then turn around without finding him. But he realized with every second they were gone, he grew more anxious.

“Aang will you relax?” Toph called to him as they were sitting by the fire and eating. She sat next to Amaya, a traveling water bender, previous assassin turned scout for the team, that they had met before, who had caught up with the team to report what she was able to find the day before. She watched the Avatar pacing frantically while she tried to enjoy her first meal in a while.

“How can I relax? They have not been back yet. And I can’t help but worry she will go through with it.” He paced more that the ground was becoming indented.

“Is this still about Katara going with Zuko to find her mother’s killer?” Amaya asked as she grabs a bowl of soup that was cooking thanks to the shared effort of Sokka and Suki working on it.

“Yes! How are you all so calm about this? Sokka, why did you not say anything to her about it or try to tell her that it was not a good idea?”

“Well, I can’t say that I am not worried, but I know that this is something she has to do, Aang.”

“Why would getting revenge on something she needs? Katara just needs to forgive the man and -”

Amaya was halfway from taking a sip of her soup before spraying out and coughing. The group looked over to her as she was banging her chest to breath a little. Then gasped a little as Toph slapped her back hard enough for any remaining soup still stuck in her lungs were out. She sighed and nodded. “Thanks Toph,” she gasped.

“No sweat, Sneaking queen,” she teased.

“Now, explain to me what the fuck you just said to about Katara needed to forgive her mother’s killer? Are you fucking serious that you said that to her?” Amaya’s grateful tone turned sour as she turned to Aang with confusion and a bit of disappointment.

“Amaya! Language!” Sokka tried to diffuse as they all gasped at her used of swearing.

“Oh no, not this time Sokka! This is a grown up topic and I will swear as I please because I did not just hear that he said Katara should forgive the man that killed someone dear to her.” She continued.

Aang was stunned by her sudden outburst and tried to explain himself. “Well, revenge is bad. And it should not be used to hurt people.”

Amaya cocked her eyebrow up a little as she was still staring. “Says who?”

“Well, the monks.”

Amaya watched then sighed as she shook her head and looked down. “Figures that you would think like those old monks. And like a kid as well no doubt.”

“What is wrong with their teachings? The monks were good people and they always tried to bring peace rather than cause trouble.”

Amaya scoffed a little. “Sure, when they were not being fucking hypocrites and acting like they had the moral high ground when they would run away from their problems instead of fighting.”

“But is it true. They were able to be peaceful and be above all the earthly thoughts and feelings.”

“Oh really? So tell me then, if the men that attacked the temples were alive, would have forgiven them for hurting and killing other nomads?”

“What?” Aang was stunned by the questions.

“Would you kill those Fire nation soldiers if you could?” She pressed him on it.

Aang took a moment as Amaya noticed that it was taking a bit of time for him to answer. “I - no! No, I would not kill them.”

“Even if it mean avenging them? And even knowing that any other monk is capably of wanting to cause harm to others with their abilities?”

“How can you say that about the monks?! You don’t know what they were like. I lived with them. I studied under them and learned everything that they knew.”

“Then you knew then of the Killing Breath pact then?” she retorted back.

The whole group was silent. The cracking of the fire was the only thing as the fire illuminated Amaya’s face in the dark with a haunting glow. She locked eyes with Aang with a serious look, unwavering while Aang could not find the words for the longest time.

“What do you mean? The monks would never teach something like that. That is a lie!” Aang’s temper was flaring a little.

Amaya stared more before she sighed and pulled her bag out. She pulled a water proof booklet as she thumbed for something. The group watched in wonder and fear of what she was going to say. Then she stopped and took a breath. “Log 45 of Air Nomads life. Shocking discover found in hidden chamber of one the head monks rooms. It was a scroll, barely legible and preserved so opted to record it for safety reasons. I drew the image of the scroll in the dead monks’ hand as i read the scroll. ‘If every a need, either because you are trapped or cannot flee or fight, use this technique and enact the Killing Breath with everyone around. Use this with caution as it can only be used once. As you take a deep breath, you must exhale all air from your lungs. But not only that, exhale all of the air in the room. Creating a vacuum of air that can be used for breathing. Once it is it at it’s peak, hold it and do not breath...’ the rest is hard to read from the snow around it.”

Aang watched in horror as she recounted the log of hers and recalled the image of his former teacher in such a position. He was horrified as he realized that there were no cut marks or disoriented skeletons. The rest of the group was listening in disbelief. Amaya sighed as she realized she made her point and closed the book. “So, thought you knew everything then?”

Aang snapped out of it as he tried to stand strong with his conviction. “Okay, so they might have had a means to... pass on if they could not fight. They were still right though that revenge is not right. And Katara should not be tainted with that kind of thinking.”

“And who is to say that revenge could not be justified?” Amaya asked as she looked annoyed. “I mean, out of all of us, I have a higher body count then you all. So I do have some understanding that revenge is not as black or white as you are trying to make it, Aang.”

“Not so black and white? How can you say that? Of course it is,” he snapped at her, but it only made her smirk a little and make him feel small again.

“Suki,” Amaya turned to Suki, who had been quite up until now, “If you got to take down Azula and her friends that imprisoned you and the other Kyoshi warriors, would you consider it revenge?”

“Oh,” she squeaked out a little. “Well, yeah. I would. I would totally get revenge on them. They made me and my girls look like idiots.”

She nodded and turned to Sokka. “Sokka, would you consider it revenge when you got to sneak up on Zuko and throw a mud ball at him when he ate the last of your dumplings?”

“HECK YES! That was the most satisfying moment ever! Sweet Revenge!” He hollered a little too loud but Amaya smirked as she turned to Toph.

“Toph, if you could get revenge on anyone that slighted you, would you do it?”

“Well, I guess it depends. Did they try to write on my face sleeping or hurt my family? since you gave me a vague question.”

“Yup, and nice catch,” Amaya said as she returned her attention to Aang, who was confused and feeling small again. “Don’t confuse revenge with ideas of murder and getting closure, Aang. Because much like Katara, there is more to one side of the story and conversation that you have to consider then just throwing your words around without thought.” She turned back to her bowl and then relaxed.

Aang thought about her words then tried to see what she would say. “Then what about you? You didn’t enact your revenge. How are you any better to judge me when you could not follow your own words.”

The group got quiet but Amaya was still taking a big sip of soup. She slurped a little loud on purpose to annoy Aang then sighed. “Who said I didn’t? And even if I didn’t, who is to say that I did it without my initial goal of killing?” She glanced him nonchalantly.

Aang’s eyes grew wide. “But you said to us then that you forgave him?”

There was still silence, before a log cracked from the fire and there was a low haunting laughter coming from Amaya’s lips. Then it turned into a full blown cackle as she gripped her side and leaned back, mindful of her soup bowl. The group has heard her laugh before, but this was something dangerous. Like a beast that was never meant to see the light of day.

Amaya looked up at him with manic eyes. “I might have let that bastard live. But never in my life will I ever forgive him of the life he put me through. The suffering, the lonely nights of being the adult when I was a child, crying at night and the day I lost my brother. My last support to give me hope before I had to find it in my siblings. That bastard should rot in the flames of the underworld for all eternity and I, I would have gladly put him there.” She realized she was spiraling as she thought about the man that took her innocents away.

The gang looked on her worried as she took another breath and grabbed her wrist to look at the tattoo mark of the water tribe. She smiled. “But it was Katara that told me that I could not forgive him, but I had the choice to be better and not the monster people thought I was. To be better for my little brother and sister. And be better. Because she knew my pain. Better than anyone. Because in a way, I am just a warped version of her. ”

She looked at Sokka with a small smile and he somehow understood what she meant. He nodded back to her with sigh and looked to Suki as well as Toph. They all had this knowing look that completely went over Aang’s head as he looked to her.

“What do you mean warped? You and Katara are nothing alike.”

Suki cringed and so did Sokka as they realized that it was about to get even more personal. And Amaya had a bit of a temper about how she gets ragged on for not being nice like Katara before. But Amaya was surprisingly calm, a small knowing smirk on her face.

She looked at him. “Alright then. Guess by my words who I am referring to. And they will judge.” She pointed to the group. “And Toph, you confirm my heart rate?”

“You got it,” She said bluntly.

Aang sighed then nodded. “Okay, go then.”

Amaya nods. “Alright, this person can have a huge temper when people piss her off. Especially people that think they are better than her.”

“Easy, you.”

“Nope, Katara.”

“What?! No way.”

“She’s telling the truth,” Toph added.

Amaya kept going. “Okay, she takes care of everyone, provides support when she can by giving her life on the line.”

“Okay, this is Katara then,” he said with confidence.

“Can apply to me and her, so half right.”

“What?! How do you support others? You are never here.”

“Aang, she scouts for us all the time,” Sokka added. “Going into Fire nation territory. Heck she just got back to inform us of what is going on with our armies.”

“And giving us some details about the Firelord,” Suki added.

Amaya nodded as she smiled and then looked back to Aang. “Next, she is stubborn to the point that it could cause a determent to those around her because she needs to be in the right.”

“Is it you?” Aang was wavering in his answers as he was not sure.

“Katara again,” Amaya said and Sokka and Toph’s affirmative scoff in affirmation. “Alright, last one. She is sweetest to those that she cares for and will protect them with a passion fiercer than then the sun.”

Aang realized the pattern in her words. He took a while to say anything as he then reluctantly asked: “It’s not just solely Katara, isn’t it?”

Amaya nodded. “You saw how I am with my siblings. And for you all, too. So, keep that in mind that human nature is always black and white. There is a balance in every human being. Some have more caring features in others and some more dark. But just because we have these sides means we use it as a means to judge them on their needs and wants. Like Yin and Yang. All about balance.”

Aang sat down as he thought about her words and the Gaang was quiet for a bit before Amaya spoke again. “I know you are a kid Aang, I know you will have a hard time facing certain realities. And that is okay, you are only human after all. I am not one to talk either, but I am learning and changing and growing. And sometimes the best thing we need to be is either the pillar of support, either in silence or solidarity, or the tough wake up call. And how you choose to use that knowledge will help define you better as a person. Not just for yourself, but those around you and care for you.”

“As for the final say about this issue with Katara, this is her journey. Her test of character. And all you can do now is support her whatever her choice is. Either she goes for it or not will be her choice.”

“But what if she chooses to take this guys life?”

“Then that is her choice,” she said. “But I don’t think she will do it.”

Everyone looked to her with confusion. “How can you be certain?” Toph asked as she was feeling Amaya’s heart beat and it was steady. Not wavering and confident.

Amaya smiled. She thought about Katara’s words to her. “She knows it might be easier to be consumed by the anger and turn on better judgement. But I don’t think she will let it turn her into a monster. If anything, it will give her closure that she deserves.”

“Well, I am going to get my tent ready and turn in. Good night everyone.” The Gaang said their goodnights in a somber way, but there was this glow of hope from most of the group in Amaya’s words. She was satisfied to feel it but glanced over at Aang. She could tell that this shook him to his core. And while she was all for keeping innocents, this was something she was not going to stay quiet about. And she knew Aang was going to be okay. Or at least consider her words.

#critical thinking #critical view on aang #Not a anti aang #Just giving his character a critical thought #orginal character #atla #avatar toph #katara #aang #writing #au #rewrite #avatar suki #atla sokka #sokka being a good big brother #Zuko

[wasted-my-time]

The ballad of Janie and Billy, part two: The Bronx.

Sorry it took so long to write, but the damn thing got way too long so I split it in halves to start another part and going "cut-paste" between two posts is probably the most boring thing I ever done so I procrastinated a lot. But good news! It means the next one is partially written!

Warnings: Mentions of sexual abuse involving a teenager (Janie is 17), mentions of murder, swearing, smoking.

Janie was usually not bothered by silence during car rides, but she never had to deal with "We just got rid of a body" kind of silence. The both of them were halfway between the deepest of thoughts and the desperate search for a subject of conversation.

The further they drove, the more deprived the houses around them got, at some point, they reached a block that simply seemed to have been bombarded. No building was left standing, only calcined parts of wall and ruins covered with ashes.

-The heck happened here?! Janie exclaimed.

-Firemen were already busy that night. Her boyfriend answered with a discouraged sigh.

She contemplated the destruction surrounding the car with, her eyes and mouth wide open, not believing what she saw. The more bizarre to her is that after a left turn, they were back to a completely normal view: Yes, the constructions had seen brighter days, but still looked like habitable, from what she could see.

-Now, a few things you should know: Half of the people here works or has worked for the Old Man at some point... Billy started to explain.

-Wait, were as dead as rats! Janie interrupted him.

-Let me finish, about 75% of the population hates him for a reason or another, but everybody, and I mean EVERYBODY fears him to a certain degree. That's what makes the world go round down here, Money, hate and fear.

-So we can use these to hide and stay alive.

-Exactly. He confirmed and parked the car into the inner yard of an apartment edifice.

-What are we doing here?

-A bonfire.

They grabbed their suspicious packages and Billy emptied a metallic trashcan on the pavement, then threw all they had to burn inside it. He got his pack of matches out of his pocket, that's when they heard the sound of a gun being cocked right behind them.

-Didn't know you were working for the owners now, Billy? A voice said before they had time to turn around and grab their own revolvers.

When Billy saw the smiling black guy talking to him from the building's doorstep, his face relaxed into a laughing grin.

-Oh, come on Jack, you know me better than that, I'm way too proud for that!

-I'm just kidding, but seriously, what the heck are you doing? He asked before putting his gun down.

Janie gave her accomplice a scared look and shouted before he could open his mouth:

-We're burning bed sheets!

It was only then that she realized what her declaration could let suppose.

-Ha, ha! Let me tell you Billy, it sounds like you've got some amelioration to do! Jack bursted into laughter.

He took a few steps toward them and took a look to the content of the trashcan, only to jump back, freaked out of his mind.

-What the fuck happened?

-Hmmpf... She killed her father. Billy sighed.

-What?! So you're telling me that Snow White, right here, killed her old man!

Poor Jack, it wasn't the last of his surprises.

-Much more than this, she killed THE Old Man. He confirmed.

-FU-CKING HE-LL! There's gonna' be a war when everyone gets the news! He exclaimed. Why in the world did you do that, Snow White?

-He was... She began before taking a deep breath to make the lump in her throat go away, then said to Billy in a whisper: Please, tell him, I, I can't...

-He, he abused her. For years.

-Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked.

-It's not your fault, you couldn't know. She assured.

-If you guys need help, you can always call me.

-No, you can't afford to get in trouble with us, what would your mother and sister do? Billy retorted.

-You're probably right, but still... You know where to find me. Now don't lose any more time in here, before someone sees you.

-Yes, just let me burn this mess.

He lit a match and threw the whole pack in the trashcan, then he got out his cigarettes and lit one frome the growing flames.

-Want a smoke? He offered to Jack, knowing that Janie didn't.

-Na thanks, I'm quitting.

-Before we go, could you explain me the "working for the owner" thing? Janie asked, refering to what Jack first said when he approached them.

-Well, you see those pieces of shit around here. Jack started to explain, pointing at the buildings around them. They are so worthless that the landlords make more money by setting fire to them and taking the insurance compensations than by actually exploiting them!Families are thrown in the streets because of that!*

-Assholes!

-Couldn't be more right, Snow White. Now, go, for real, you guys have no time to loose!

-Goodbye, Jack. She greeted him. Oh and, my name is Janie.

-Take care, Snow White. He answered with a small nod.

Billy hugged his friend and whispered:

-Hope I'll see you again, mate. Take care. And if there are bad news, ask Bernie for the key to my apartment.

Their eyes met and Jack nodded gloomily, because if they were realistic for a second, there was no chance that they would come out of this story unharmed.

He took place in the car where Janie was already waiting for him.

-It's true that you look like Snow White. He smiled to her before turning the car on.

-Oh, shut up. She chuckled as they drove out of the yard.

-He looks like a nice guy. She commented.

-Jack? Heck yeah, the unluckiest and most hardworking fellow I ever met. His parents had a place in Harlem, but it burned down two years ago, his father died that night. Now they live in this dump for way too expensive. He has two jobs and her mother works her ass off in a hospital, she's a nurse. His little sister has some respiratory disease, apparently it's a miracle she made it passed eight years and well, the treatments are quite expensive so... You know.

Shocked by what she just learned, Janie went back to the same heavy silence that surrounded them before.

-I'll be right back, Billy said and parked the car by the first telephone booth they saw.

He jumped out of his seat and rang his uncle.

-Bernie? He asked when he heard that someone was picking up.

-Yes, son, what is it?

-I'm in trouble, can I come to your place?

-Is it the kind of trouble that may get you killed?

-Me, you and probably half of our friends.

-Didn't know we had any friends. Come here as fast as you can!

-Thank you, a lot! Bye.

-No problem, son. The other man hung up.

-You're going to have the pleasure of meeting my family. He said to Janie as he got back inside.

-Is it a good thing? She asked with a chuckle.

-Bernie ain't the worst one of the lot, I would say.

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*It was a surprisingly common in South Bronx during the 70s, people even reported moving several times because their apartments were burnt down. The whole situation was aggravated by redlining and the fact that the city reduced the number of firefighters in the area.

Next part, probably a quick(er) one: You can't choose your family.

#Janie's got a gun #Billy's got a gun #The ballad of Janie and Billy #Def Leppard #Aerosmith #fan art

[holypapaya]

Peaches (Konro Sagamiya x Reader NSFW 18+)

Fem! Reader

Konro and his girlfriend run home to escape the rain. When they decide to eat sweet peaches as a snack.

Warnings: age gap, denial, rough sex, oral play, begging 

Skip to ** for sexy time. 2,000+ words. 

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God, how is she so beautiful? And, how in the hell didn't I notice her before? 

These were the two questions Konro would ask himself repeatedly whenever he took Y/N out on their weekly dates. Unfortunately, the morning was a sweltering and humid day that overwhelmed the Great Tokyo Empire. Konro suggested that they have their date later in the evening to avoid the rain and the burning hot sun. Y/N's clothes hugged her glamorous curves as her skin glistened from a thin veil of sweat. The lantern lights that hugged the walls to local businesses created a soft glow.

Staring at her in awe was not a part of the plan. Well, none of this was a part of any plan, actually. Not even his life plan. They've been dating for a little over a month since Konro first met Y/N. His typical routine trip was to see Seamstress Granny to fix any rips in his uniform. That day he tore his pants while rebuilding Asakusa after the most recent Infernal attack. With his uniform in hand, he walked through the door, the bell ringing as it slid open. Just as he was about to call the elderly woman, he noticed the most beautiful, enchanting woman he’d ever laid eyes on. Konro was so stunned by her beauty that he didn't hear her greet him or ask what he needed to be done. Since then, he’s gotten to know Y/N well over time.

Before running her Granny's store full time, Y/N would visit Asakusa three times a week to help around. That’s why Konro found it unbelievable that he never noticed her before. Honestly, it was probably because of the increase of Infernal activity, but that was no excuse in his mind. Y/N stood slightly taller than most women in the empire and was curvier than other women too. Her full breasts always pulling at her shirt and plump ass tight, giving a slight jiggle as she walked. Despite all of this, Konro still towered over her. Don't misunderstand this, though; he is dating her not for her body but because he earnestly enjoys Y/N's company. Y/N made him feel things he hadn't felt in years or even within his lifetime.

Y/N's thumb gently rubbed the back of his bandaged hand as they held hands while walking down the street. Y/N was smiling greatly as she continued to talk. Konro wasn’t exactly the talkative type, so hearing Y/N talk brought him immense joy. The self-proclaimed hermit has found a friendly, outgoing puppy to love day in and out. Being with Y/N even made Konro feel young again. He's heard that having a significantly younger girlfriend can change a man's energy levels, but Konro didn't expect to feel this young. Especially his sex drive.

Being overwhelmed with work duties almost made him forget what a sex life was. Work. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. This was his routine for many years. However, when he was younger, Konro always managed to find time to "express his sexual desires" is a polite way of saying it. In other words, straight-up fucking. But as the years flew by and seeing Benimaru become captain of the 7th, Konro had more distractions, to say the least. With Y/N, it was different, though. She sparked something deep inside of him. In his many years of life, Konro never had the animalistic urge to make a woman cry, scream and mess them up during sex as much as Y/N.  He almost had the chance too. Almost.

Last week, Y/N and Konro decided to go back to base for some privacy. During that time of day, mostly, everyone would be out making rounds or going out to eat, so it seemed like the perfect time. Right in front of him, Y/N laid bare. Her head bobbing up and down his shaft, her right hand moving in sync with her head, her left hand gently caressing his hip. Konro's deep blue eyes stared at Y/N, hypnotized by her beauty. Carefully, he placed his hand on the back of her head, adding a slight pressure, silently asking her to deep throat him. Which she happily obliged. That's when he heard it -the Infernal alarm. Y/N's eyes grew wide as she met Konro's. She released his now soft dick from her mouth as she watched Konro get up and hurriedly dressed himself.

It's only been a week since they've last had time for each other. Yes, they would greet each other outside or maybe have a small lunch if they had the time. But, they were never truly alone, just two people immersed in a chaotic world. Konro couldn't help but think  about if he would ever get a chance to redeem himself. He could kill a man at this point to see Y/N's lush body naked in front of him again.

Y/N let out a sound of confusion, "Konro, I think it's going to start raining," she looked up at the sky after feeling something damp hit her face.

"Hmmm," he mused, still lost in his train of thought.

That's when he felt it. A sudden shower washed over the both of them. Y/N pulled Konro by his arm, leading him down a side street. 'Let's go back to my place,' she called back behind her. Konro followed her, watching droplets run down her soft skin.

'Please, one more chance,' Konro chanted in his head all the way to her apartment. As they entered the one-bedroom, Y/N handed Konro a fresh towel. Then, she walked over to the refrigerator, asking her boyfriend if he liked peaches.

** "Yeah," he said, watching her pull out the fruit and a knife to cut it. Y/N cut the delicate fruit in half, pitting it, and proceeded to slice it. With every movement, her hair stuck to her neck and shoulders. Konro walked over to Y/N, pushing her damp hair to her shoulder, exposing her neck and collar bone. His calloused fingers massaged between her shoulder and neck. He saw goosebumps wash over her skin and grinned to himself. Leaning forward, Konro kissed Y/N's jaw and noticed a slight coat of pink on her cheeks. Y/N pushed a peach slice towards his lips. As Konro was just about to take a bite, Y/N took it back and put half of it in her mouth. She looked up at the older man with what he thought was a look of innocence and lustful hunger.  Y/N offered the other half of the peach that was sticking out of her mouth. With his large hand, Konro tilted her jaw up and took in the fruit.

On Y/N's bed, Konro propped himself up on his forearms to make sure not to put his total weight on Y/N. She laid beneath him in nothing but her bra and underwear. Konro was already halfway undressed with only his pants remaining. They kissed each other for a long time. While feeling his tongue slowly go in and out of Y/N's mouth, Konro imagined his cock doing the same thing inside of her. Konro continued to grind his hard cock into Y/N’s clad pussy.

Y/N let a long feminine sigh followed by a moan, feeling pressure onto her wet lips. She gently ran her nails down his abdomen, feeling his chiseled abs, before finally reaching his belt. She pulled at the material, hoping to touch his dick directly. Just the thought about touching it again caused her pussy to throb with excitement. Konro released her mouth from his and grunted in her ear,

"Not yet, baby," Konro nibbled on her earlobe, "Just wait a little longer. I'll treat you just as good as you treated me last time".

Konro moved Y/N's bra strap down her shoulder to have access to her collarbone. Then he nibbled and sucked until he left a light mark on her skin. Konro snaked his arm behind her back, unclasping her bra. Removing the material, he threw it onto the floor. Konro grabbed one of Y/N's full tits in his hand, gently but firmly. He flicked her nipple with his tongue, causing Y/N to inhale sharply. Frustratingly slow, Konro then started to suck her nipple, flicking it now and then. Y/N whined in frustration how Konro was still dressed.

He released her nipple, and while undoing his pants with one hand, he still massaged her tit with his other. Konro smiled down at Y/N almost wickedly as he watched her flushed face looked directly at his crotch. He kicked off his pants with one swift movement and found his way to Y/N's underwear, taking it off. Konro pulled down the thin material, excitement further boiling in him, realizing how wet Y/N was. She wasn't just wet but soaked. While kneeling, Konro grabbed her slender ankles, bringing her legs over his shoulder. Y/N's glistening lips in direct view of his face, and of course, his mouth. With a big lap of his tongue, Konro tasted Y/N's pussy greedily. He wasn't just licking her but also sucking on her drenched lips and swollen cit. Slurping and sloshing filled the room.

Y/N stared at Konro hazily, pleasure surging through her distracting her from any thought. She gripped her sheets tightly as her moans echoed. Seeing her boyfriend liked this not only made her feel wanted but happy. Konro has always been a very giving man. He gave up everything for Asakusa and Benimaru. So when the demon Infernal came, Konro didn't have to fight it alone. Instead, he chose to, for a simple but heroic cause. To protect the people he cared for. So seeing him eating her out hungrily and groping her body greedily made Y/N realize that Konro could express what he truly desired. He could tell her what he wanted and how he wanted it openly. Of course, in Konro's mind, he was primarily doing this to pleasure Y/N, but Y/N enjoyed seeing a different side of him.

Taking one last swipe at her clit, Konro lowered her legs, peering at his lover. A deep shudder swept across his body as he saw Y/N's face. Her cheeks flushed pink, lips slightly parted as her eyes stared at him dreamily—her chest lifting with every breath she took. Y/N looked absolutely decadent. However, she wasn't ready yet. Only eating her out wasn't going to be enough to stretch her for the pounding of her lifetime. Again, he grasped her lips with his own, tongue snaking into her mouth. Y/N let out a feminine sigh as her eyes fluttered shut as she was engulfed with pleasure. Her arms found their way around his neck, holding his closer. Carefully, he lowered his weight onto Y/N, causing her to open her legs further.

One hand trailed down her abdomen, finding its way to Y/N's sweet drenched hole. He flicked her inner lips teasingly before sticking one digit in. Next, he curled his finger upward, finding her g-spot. Y/N ended to kiss to arch her back in pleasure. Konro chuckled at her reaction, slowly rubbing the inside of her pussy.

"Just a little longer, baby. I need to open you up cause you're so tight."

He inserted another finger. He spread the two as far as they could, expanding her walls. Then he would bring them back together rubbing the top of her velvety walls. This went on in a pattern, almost like he was massaging the inside of her pussy. His rough fingers thick fingers felt so right inside of her. But there was something else that she needed with urgency. Something else belonged inside of her. Y/N grabbed his thick biceps, her head turning to the side. She bit her lip, begging Konro.

"Kon, please, please-"

He ignored her pleas, "Are you gonna coat my dick with your cum like you're doing with my fingers," he felt her walls tighten around him.

"Yes, I wanna cover your dick with my cum. Please", Y/N cried.

"Say my name, the way I like it."

God, he's so cute, Y/N thought to herself.

Looking at Konro softly, she said, "Kon-Kon."

Konro smiled with satisfaction removing his fingers.

He wrapped Y/N's thighs around his waist as he watched her quiver. Cock in hand, he rubbed the tip along her slit. Y/N's juices slicking his thick tip as pre-cum drooled out of Konro. Then he gently pushed his cock into her slowly as her walls stretched around him. Konro tilted his head back, moaning, feeling Y/N's velvety warmth grip around his pulsating member. Then, as Y/N let out a cry of pleasure, Konro stayed still just for a moment, letting Y/N get used to his length.

 Gently, he caressed Y/N's face with his large hand, cupping her cheek. Konro rubbed her lower lip with his thumb. 

"See, baby," he practically purred, "You're so wet you took me in one thrust." 

Konro shallowly thrusted into Y/N's tight pussy wanting to see her reaction. Y/N rubbed her cheek into his palm, letting out a soft moan. To Konro's surprise, Y/N opened her mouth slightly, inviting his thumb inside. Then, she gently sucked. Konro took in a sharp breath, feeling his cock twitch with excitement. His Y/N was always full of fun surprises.                  

 Y/N released his thumb, eyes glazed with sexual desire, "Kon-Kon, I'm ready."

Say no more.

Konro pulled his cock out before slamming back into her. Y/N dug her nails into his back as her eyes widen with surprise. She felt a knot in her stomach as her pussy clench down on his thick cock. She couldn’t hold back her voice anymore. A load cry escaped her lips. Konro looked his lover with a sensual but firm gaze. He was in complete control. He was the dominant one. Each thrust reached further and further back to her cervix. 

Y/N’s loud moans matched the rhythm of each thrust, echoing in the small apartment. Her pussy aching in the most pleasurable ways. She moved her head to side as Y/N felt her body heat up further. Konro gently cupped her cheek again, turning her gaze over to his. 

“Look at me, baby.” 

Oh no. That was a fatal mistake. 

Y/N felt her pussy clench as Konro’s deep blue eyes met hers. The slight curve of his dick ran over her G-spot mercilessly. His body warm, skin soft, muscles tensed. How did Konro go untouched for so long? There had to of been someone in the whole empire that tried to sleep with him. It’s unbelievable that no one had tried.

Y/N gently wrapped her arms of Konro’s thick neck, bringing him closer.

“Kon-Kon. Hold. Me. More. Go. Deeper. Please”, Y/N moaned between each thrust.

Konro smiled, kissing Y/N’s forehead. How could he say no to such a cutie. She even said ‘please’. Konro wrapped one arm around Y/N’s mid back, clutching her body to his. As his thrusts became deeper and wilder, Konro cooed soft nothings into Y/N’s ear as her pussy tightened and her moans grew louder and louder. Then her body grew tense, a small gasp leaving her lips. Y/N’s urgent moans came to a stop. Konro felt the wet walls that cloak his cock spasm as his girlfriend’s body arched up. Y/N dug her face into Konro’s shoulder, orgasm ripping through her body. 

Swiftly Konro removed his dick to coat Y/N’s soft abdomen with his cum. He placed soft kisses all over Y/N’s flushed face, asking her if she was okay. Konro knew he wasn’t a small man, both in height and cock-wise. He cared about the well-being of his little puppy. Y/N ran her fingers through his jostled hair as she kissed his neck. 

“You can go rougher, you know.”

Konro smiled. Noted: can go rougher next time.    

#konro sagamiya #konro sagamiya x reader #fire force fanfiction #fire force smut #fire force x reader #konro x reader #fire force konro

[slasherrabbitmadness]

Beach day with the Slashers

Female Reader -Bo- Gender-neutral -everyone else-

Bo- Fingering but no penetration. Dirty talk.

Angst and Fluff with Herbert and Dan (They pronouns used for Y/N) Fluff with Michael and Jason.

Michael Myers (1978 with the extra height of the 2018 one)

> Wants to visit the beach during the day. He’ll even have his mask off. Instead of enjoying the beautiful view of the sun hitting the blue ocean, you spend your day staring at your handsome boyfriend.

> Michael is just there to scan for new victims. He kills people who litter, hates seeing wrappers and cigarette butts littered across nature.

> You egg him on to go swimming, it takes a lot of coaxing. “Please, Michael, just for a little bit.” He points to your belongings on the towel, “They’ll be fine, who’s gonna want to steal some sandwiches and some towels?” He shook his head. You got down on your knees and gave him sad puppy dog eyes. He grumbled then lifted you onto his shoulder, you squealed as you placed your hands on his firm back, rubbing his taut muscles.

> When he got up to his pecs in the water he threw you in. You came up for air, “Mikey, what the hell!?”

> “What? You wanted in the water.” He gave a small smile.

> He made you swim in front of the beach while he just stood in the water and watched. He knew you’d be fine, it was your belongings he was worried for. You caught his eyes, his already dark blue eyes were now matching the deepest parts of the ocean. He barreled through the water, pushing you aside. You watched him as he made his way up onto the beach.

> Some fuck had the bright idea to do some stealing. He just happens to choose the one man’s belongings you don’t fuck with.

> Before that guy had time to react to a six-foot-three man, hauling ass like he is a tiger chasing after a deer, Michael clocked him so hard in the face the man immediately went down.

> People stood around Michael, some congratulating him for knocking out a thief, others gawked “My God he swung that punch so hard.” “Is the thief even breathing?” Michael stood over your belongings, and turned back towards you, just making your way out of the ocean. Michael was mad, but not as mad at what he saw next.

> Some random beach Chad made his way over to you, “Yo, that was wild huh?” You gave a quick, “Ya.” not caring to speak to him, just wanted to get back to your boyfriend. “He just knocked that guy out in one punch.” You made your way up the beach, he grabbed at you “Hey, be careful, probably want to stay aw-”

>The poor sap never stood a chance, Michael swung his fist so hard Chad went flying back into the water.

> “I’ve had enough, we're leaving.”

> You were gonna protest, but when you scanned the crowd, you realized that yeah, we’re gonna go home.

> Walking back home, Michael held your hand, tightly. “Mikey?” He grunts, “You don’t like people touching your belongings, huh?” You turned to look up at him and he caught you in a kiss. He snuck his tongue in, dominating yours, you moaned and he pulled away. You whined and he smiled.

> “what’s mine is mine.”

Jason Voorhees

> He’s the beach’s lifeguard, so if you wanna spend a beach day with Jason, you’ll have to do it after hours. You would, but Jason takes the evening shifts too.

> Everybody loved Jason. Kids loved him, he was always so nice to them after all. He gave them swimming lessons. He was always so patient with them, never getting mad if a kid was struggling to grasp the basics.

> Men and Women loved Jason. His stoic demeanor, his calming presence...his bulging muscles. Jason was oblivious to all kinds of flirting. “Your hands are like, so big!” said a bubbly tanned beach bunny. Jason just grunts. A muscle-bound beach bro asked, “Bet you lift a lot eh, what’s your macros?” Jason just looked at his large bicep, he shrugged.

> When you visit him at work he gives you small waves then his eyes go right back to the water, not wanting to miss anything. Dedicated <3

> He doesn’t take a proper lunch break, he’ll eat his food while watching the beach, scarfing down the food as fast as possible.

> After a long day, you’ll finally have Jason all to yourself.

> Night swimming!

> You and Jason have splash fights, that he often wins, his large palms create huge splashes that knock you back into the water.

> Keeps you incredibly close in the water, will bug you to wear a life jacket if you ever swam without him. He’s very protective.

> Holds you close to him the further out you go. He won’t let you go, so it’s the perfect time to smother him in kisses.

> Jason hums into your kisses, his large hands running up and down your back, the water and his hands feel perfect on your skin.

> Jason couldn’t be happier that you're together.

Herbert West + Dan Cain - Poly relationship or what Derrick Barry calls a ‘throuple’

> “Please Herbert, for me?” He grimaced at you. Don’t you know how busy he is? Perfect specimens don’t just end up dead you know? Someones gotta end a life! You sighed and brought out the big gun. “Well, Dan said-” The moment Dan left your lips, Herbert was pushing you and him out the door.

> You and Dan had a blast, building castles, collecting seashells, playing some beach volleyball with another friendly couple.

> Herbert sulked under the beach umbrella, nose in a large medical textbook.

> “If you come with us, Herbert, we’ll get you a grape freezie!” Dan coaxed but it did not affect Herbert. Herbert waved you both off as if you were two mosquitoes bugging him.

> You and Dan walked hand in hand, swinging them in between yourself on your way to the little concession stand. “You sure it was for the best we brought him, Dan?” Dan looked at you and frowned, your eyes were a little glossy. “He only came because you were coming.” You felt the tears rolling down your cheek.

> “fuck, Herbert, you little monster.” Dan cursed to under his breath. Dan knew Herbert gravitated more towards him. It’s not that Herbert didn’t like you, just Dan was there first. Dan never told you but he often caught Herbert staring at you, a softness in his eyes that Dan knew meant one thing…

> “I’m sorry…” You mumbled, quickly rubbing the back of your hand over your eyes. Dan shushed you and brought you in for a hug, kissing the top of your head.

> “Don’t be, Herbert should be. Some Vitamin D is much needed for his pale little body. I’ll talk to him, okay? In the meantime, focus on me!”

> Dan and you continued with the most fun day ever. You ate your freezies, swapping flavors halfway through. A little boy asked Dan to help with flying his kite, Dan’s height coming in handy.

> Herbert stewed in his spot under the umbrella, watching you and Dan have fun, “Hmph, wasting time.” He kept peeking from his book, eyes on you, how you smiled when you looked into Dan’s eyes, how you leaned in closer, head resting on his shoulder. How Dan wrapped his arm around your waist, lips on your ear whispering...God knows what, Herbert can only imagine.

> “They could just yank me away from this, make me spend time with them...not that I want to. But if they dragged me away from my book then I’d have no choice.”

> When it got late, You and Dan packed away everything into the bags, Herbert supervised. How helpful/s

> Dan had you drop a few of the smaller items at the car on your own, he made Herbert help with some of the heavier items. As your figure became smaller and smaller in the distance, Dan turned to Herbert, “You know, they wer-”

> “I can’t believe you two, frolicking about so openly.” Herbert had cut Dan off. Herbert fumbled with the bags while trying to push up his glasses. Dan fumed.

> “You mean act like a couple, which we are, which you're a part of. Or are you only a couple with me?”

> Herbert snapped “excuse me, you and Y/N are most certainly a couple, which I have no part of.”

> Dan scoffed and shook his head “They want to be with you too, Herbert, They do like you, They feel upset with how you treat them. Now I know deep down you adore them, you best start showing it.”

> Herbert stopped, he looked at Dan and then at you in the distance starting the car.

> Later that night, Herbert had asked if you’d help in the basement. As tired as you were, you went to help. Herbert scarcely looked at you, but he found ways to touch you. Hands ghosting over yours as you handed him some flasks. Grabbing your hips softly to move you out of the way.

> “Everything good, Herbert?” You asked. His eyes looked everywhere but you. He stepped a little closer to you, His face only a foot away.

> He smashed his lips onto yours and wrapped you up in his arms. His hands rubbing along your sides, pulling you in so tight you were surprised he was strong enough to bring pain that way.

> “Don’t cry over me. Okay?” Your face felt hot, you nodded. “You are mine too, not just Dan’s, okay?” You nodded again. “Good. Now kiss me.”

> The kiss started tender but that just wasn’t gonna cut it with all the tension between you two.

Bo Sinclair /Female reader/

> Lookin’ at all the pretty girls go by.

> Catches you catching him staring, flashes his baby blues at you, “C’mon darling, you know you're still the apple of mah eye.”

> Gets pissed when other guys check you out. Strolls on over and wraps an arm around you, sneering at the Chads and Kyles.

> “You just had to wear that sexy little number, didn’t ya?” He snarled in your face. You grabbed your tits in the cute red bikini and gave them a Lil shake.

> Bo yanked you away from the beach, you protested, hitting his large forearm, “Bo, what the hell? Oh come on, you act like a leech an-” He cut you off, his lips slammed onto yours, the kiss was teeth and a little tongue action.

> Bo had yanked you away to some run-down looking bathrooms, the paint was so old it looked like the original coat from the 1960s

> “Now, Darlin, looks like you’ve just been wanting to rial me up now, huh? Wanting those sons of bitches to fuck you?” He leaned in close to your ear, his heavy breathing making you shake with anticipation. He suckled on it, causing you to buckle at the knees.

> “Bo, no I didn’t wan-want ah, the- them to” You were panting as he made small circles on your clit over your bikini bottoms. His fingers were calloused but he could be surprisingly gentle.

> “Now, yah best be quiet so no one hears ya, understood, Doll?” You whimpered and Bo flashed you his pearly whites. “That’s a good girl.”

> You should make him jealous more often.

#Michael Myers x reader #Jason Voorhees x reader #Herbert West x reader #Dan cain x reader #michael myers x reader #Michael Myers x you #Jason Voorhees x you #Herbert West x you #Dan cain x you #Bo sinclair x you #Michael Myers #Jason Voorhees #Herbert west #reanimator #Bo sinclair #dan cain #Slasher imagine #Slasher x you #michael myers imagine #Jason Voorhees imagine #Herbest west imagine #Dan cain imagine #Bo sinclair imagine #House of wax #Fluff #Angst #Gender neutral

[ickymichi]

watching scary movies with matsuhana... i think you know where it’ll end up....

pls this concept with them. also kinda got carried away and i have your other ask in my drafts <3

scary movies with matsuhana always end the same.

it’s all bc makki loves getting a kick out of seeing you jump because he spooked you when it’s an intense scene. and personally, all issei wants to do is watch one movie in peace without having you jump more into his arms with makki’s notable laugh following.

of course tonight’s no different. you all decided to cuddle into bed, lights off with some popcorn and snacks and watch as much of the conjuring series as you could in one night. with issei on his back so you could rest your head on his chest and makki on his side, chest pressed against your back and head resting on your shoulder. the perfect position to scare you.

surprisingly he went the first whole movie without doing anything—which took both you and issei by surprise.

but by the time you were halfway through the—much scarier—film, he’d already planned when he was gonna attack. there was a silence that fell among the three of you as a pretty intense dialogue scene played and makki was finding it difficult to hold back his laughter at the vision he had of you jumping.

he could tell a jump scare was about to happen, so why not kill two birds with one stone and get issei aswell? and right as the horrible looking monster figure jumped towards the camera, makki let out probably the loudest scream you heard and shook you by your sides.

issei wasn’t going to lie, it did get him good and he could tell you were shaken too. “that wasn’t fucking funny hiro!” you emphasised your words with a hit to the stomach towards your bratty boyfriend as he had tears rolling down his face from the loud laughter he was letting out. “c’mon babe, it was a bit funny i mean, you screamed louder than me and jumped like ten feet in the air.” he cut his own sentence off with a wheeze of laughter he couldn’t even attempt to contain.

issei could feel himself start to chuckle at the scene unfolding but it got pushed straight back down when you turned your face to hide in issei’s bare chest and he heard the quiet sniffles come from you below him. and suddenly the scene wasn’t as funny as it once was.

“look what you’ve done now.” makki looked up to issei who was a stern glare at the now quiet man who stared back. “huh?” “you know what happens when you make her upset, don’t you?”

—

of course makki knew what happens. except it usually doesn’t go on for this long.

the only light source was the tv that was left to play and the yellow street lights from the city outside. the only light source that was illuminating the mix of spit and cum covering makki’s pretty face. his hands had been bound to the headboard by a belt and he had endured you sitting on his face and issei fucking his throat, all without getting even a finger traced on his aching body.

plea after plea came from his abused mouth as he watched issei fuck you from behind, giving him a perfect view of your fucked out face.

“‘s what you get for upsetting our pretty baby, dumb slut.” “i said, i said i’m sorry daddy please just touch me—fuck—do something ‘hurts!”

the sound of makki’s broken voice made you clench down on issei and moan into the sheets. you couldn’t stay down long before issei pulled you back up by your shoulder to arch your back against his chest, not once slowing his brutal thrusts.

“you like hearing him beg huh? like hearing the stupid slut beg to get fucked?” your head was completely clouded and all you could answer with was a nod of your head and looking back to issei with glossy doe eyes. “what you think baby, think we should help him?” you gave issei a grin “only if he makes me feel good daddy.”

—

and making you feel good was exactly what makki was doing, to the best of his abilities. issei had made you and hiro switch positions. you now laying on your back and makki with his face in your cunt, ass in the air with issei fucking into him harsher than he was with you.

takahiro’s moans only added to the pleasure he was giving you. occasionally pulling away from your clit with a pop to look over his shoulder at the taller male bruising his hips. “fuck hiro keep going, stop pulling away.” you whined at the loss of contact again and pulled at his hair to bring him back to your dripping pussy. “keep making her feel good or i swear your not even gonna watch us finish” issei growled as makki tightened at the threat and the harsh slap to his ass.

“oh shit, ‘m cumming ‘hiro don’t fucking sto- fuck fuck right there!” your back arched up as he brought his fingers to your hole to help you tip over the edge. the sight alone was enough to make issei throw his head back and fill takahiro with a strained groan.

not waiting another second issei pulled makki by his hair like he did you, bringing his arm around to lock him in a slight choke hold. “jerk his cock baby, let him cum on that pretty face.” jumping at the offer you mimicked ‘hiro’s previous position and stuck your ass out for both your fucked out boyfriends to see as you pumped makki’s twitching cock till he came with a flurry of broken moans. coating your face in ropes of his release.

idk how to end shit so. 👐

#!!.poly matsuhana #🌹.naughty naughty #matsukawa #matsukawa x reader #issei matsukawa x reader #matsukawa issei imagines #mattsun smut #mattsun x reader #matsukawa smut #matsukawa issei smut #hanamaki x y/n #hanamaki x reader #hanamaki smut #matsuhana

[notebooks-and-laptops]

Like the Stars Chase the Sun, Over Glowing Hill I Will Conquer

Welcome to my new WIP fic: starring Anders at Skyhold and all of the terrible, wonderful fallout that comes with that. 

-///-

There was a mage at the gates.

This was not necessarily an unusual thing in Skyhold. The inquisitor herself was a mage, after all, and the more apostates who heard about the inquisition’s alliance with the mages in Redcliffe, the more volunteers appeared at Skyhold eager to finally be able to give their staffs to the cause as equals.

This mage, however, was glowing: cracked skin, ice-blue eyes, power in every step he took.

Abomination.

Evelyn Trevelyan let out a weary sigh. And to think, this was supposed to be her day off.

At least she had been halfway to Cullen's office when the mage started his storm across Skyhold's bridge. The battlements had given her a perfect view of the power crackling off of him with every step. Whoever this man was, he was trouble, especially if he'd gotten this far. He should have been stopped by scouts well before he reached Skyhold's inner courtyard. 

“I demand entrance!” The abomination was booming in a voice deep and dangerous, when Evelyn got to the bottom of the stone stairs to find Cassandra’s sword already pointed forward, Sera’s bow outstretched and a dozen other inquisition men and women on guard.

The mage didn’t even seem to notice them. Which could mean one of two things: he was very stupid, or very powerful. Knowing Evelyn’s luck, it was bound to be the latter. Or worse, it would be both. 

“Get back, demon,” Cassandra hissed, “or I will run you through.”

“You may try.”

Okay, okay, none of this was good, but the man couldn’t possibly launch a one-man assault on Skyhold of all places. Thanks to Cullen’s paranoia it was possibly the most well-defended place in all of modern Thedas. Still, best to keep this simple—

“Why are you here?” Evelyn finally found her voice. Her own staff was raised in preparation, but she’d leant that it sometimes helped to know what was going on. Get your enemy talking, that was always the important thing. If you had to cut them down later, then at least you'd have the information you needed, “Did Corypheus send you?”

“Don’t fucking talk to it!” Sera’s voice echoed across the courtyard, hysterical in a way it only was around magic she viewed as 'messed up' (see: all magic), “fucking demons marching in and fucking— it’s fucking Venatori lets just fucking kill—”

“We are not associated with Corypheus or his army – we seek only justice to reign upon their heads. We are here for Hawke, and you have kept her from us. You are blocking our way inquisitor—”

Well. That wasn’t good. Nobody was supposed to even be aware that Hawke was preparing for the trip to Weisshaupt in Skyhold; they’d been careful with who exactly had that particular piece of information. So how did this man know—

“Holy fucking shit, blondie?”

Evelyn didn’t turn to see Varric, though she heard the familiar tell-tale click that told her he’d unsheathed Bianca and locked her into position. The abomination now had at least twenty weapons pointed at him in the courtyard, let alone whoever else had their targets trained on him unseen. They weren’t just dealing with Cullen, after all. Leliana’s people were excellent at their jobs.

Still. Varric didn’t give nicknames to just anyone. And she’d heard that one before, hadn’t she? When he was talking about—

“Varric. Where is Hawke? People are saying she did not return from—”

"Varric? You know this man?" Cassandra spoke, half aghast.

“Oh, for fucks sake, she’s fine, blondie, can you please fucking stop glowing, you’re giving me unwanted flashbacks.”

The abomination cocked its head slightly to one side and glanced around as if seeing the scene he was causing for the first time. Then, very slowly, he nodded once, “If Hawke is indeed safe, we will disarm.” Slowly, the abomination lowered his staff to the floor and set it down.

Cassandra’s eyes narrowed, “Unwanted flashbacks…Varric you cannot truly be about to tell me that this is…”

The cracked blue of the apostates skin slowly faded, eyes going from white-blue to gentle honey gold. It was bizarre. Evelyn had seen abominations before – she’d been taught about their dangers every day in the circle. And yet. She’d never heard of someone having enough control while possessed to simply hide the demon away at command. Not when it was worked up into a rage like this man just had been. Cole and Solas had both taught her that there was much about magic she did not understand. Yet to have such willpower...she was right, this man must be incredibly powerful. 

The apostate took a deep breath. He may be powerful but ge looked…awful, actually, now that he looked human. There were rings under his eyes that spoke to a distinct lack of sleep, and he was favouring his right leg. Whatever had happened to bring him here, he’d clearly not had an easy journey.

Carefully, the apostate stepped forward, and held out a hand for Evelyn to shake, “I’m afraid he is about to tell you that,” the man clarified, “Anders; grey warden, healer, abomination, apostate and most wanted man in Thedas, at your service.”

Evelyn felt the colour drain from her face.

Well.

Shit.

“Now, if you could just tell me where my wife is, I can stop terrorising you at your gates.”

Find the rest by clicking here! (link takes you to AO3) 

#hawke x anders #Handers #anders dragon age #anders #hawke #cullen rutherford #cullen x inquisitor #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age 2 #da2 #dai

[xoruffitup]

Annette: The AD Devotee Review

So I saw Annette on its premiere night in Cannes and I’m still trying to process and make sense of those 2.5 hours of utter insanity. I have no idea where to begin and this is likely going to become an unholy length by the time I’m finished, so I apologize in advance. But BOY I’ve got a lot to parse through!!

Let’s start here: Adam’s made plenty of weird movies. The Dead Don’t Die? The Man Who Killed Don Quixote? There are definitely Terry Gilliam-esque elements of the unapologetically absurd and fantastical in Annette, but NOTHING comes close to this film. To put it bluntly, nothing I write in this post can prepare you for the eccentric phantasmagoria you’re about to sit through.

While the melodies conveying the story – at times lovely and haunting, at times whimsical, occasionally blunt and simple – add a unique sense of the surreal, the fact that it’s all presented in song somehow supplies the medium for this bizarre concoction of disparate elements and outlandish storytelling to all coalesce into a single genre-defying, disbelief-suspending whole. That’s certainly not to say there weren’t a few times when I quietly chortled to myself and mouthed “what the fuck” from behind my mask when things took an exceeding turn to the outrageous. This movie needs to be permitted a bit of leeway in terms of quality judgments, and traditional indicators certainly won’t apply. I would say part of its appeal (and ultimately its success) stems from its lack of interest in appealing to traditional arbiters of film structure and viewing experience. The movie lingers in studies of discomfiture (I’ll return to this theme); it presents all its absurdities with brazen pride rather than temperance; and its end is abrupt and utterly jarring. Yet somehow, at the end of it, I realized I’d been white-knuckling that rollercoaster ride the whole way through and loved every last twist and turn.

A note on the structure of this post before I dive in: I’ve written out a synopsis of the whole film (for those spoiler-hungry people) and stashed it down at the bottom of this post, so no one trying to avoid spoilers has to scroll through. If you want to read, go ahead and skip down to that before reading the discussion/analysis. If I have to reference a specific plot point, I’ll label it “Spoiler #___” and those who don’t mind being spoiled can check the correlating numbers in my synopsis to see which part I’m referencing. Otherwise, my discussion will be spoiler-free! I do detail certain individual scenes, but hid anything that would give away key developments and/or the ending.

To start, I’ll cut to what I’m sure many of you are here for: THE MUSICAL SEX SCENES. You want detailed descriptions? Well let’s fucking go because these scenes have been living in my head rent-free!!

The first (yes, there are two. Idk whether to thank Mr. Carax or suggest he get his sanity checked??) happens towards the end of “We Love Each Other So Much.” Henry carries Ann to the bed with her feet dangling several inches off the floor while she has her arms wrapped around his shoulders. (I maybe whimpered a tiny bit.) As they continue to sing, you first see Ann spread on her back on the bed, panting a little BUT STILL SINGING while Henry’s head is down between her thighs. The camera angle is from above Ann’s head, so you can clearly see down her body and exactly what’s going on. He lifts his head to croon a line, then puts his mouth right back to work. 

And THEN they fuck – still fucking singing! They’re on their sides with Henry behind her, and yes there is visible thrusting. Yes, the thrusting definitely picks up speed and force as the song reaches its crescendo. Yes, it was indeed EXTREMELY sensual once you got over the initial shock of what you’re watching. Ann kept her breasts covered with her own hands while Henry went down on her, but now his hands are covering them and kneading while they’re fucking and just….. It’s a hard, blazing hot R rating. I also remember his giant hand coming up to turn her head so he can kiss her and ladkjfaskfjlskfj. Bring your smelling salts. I don’t recommend sitting between two older ladies while you’re watching – KINDA RUINED THE BLATANT, SMOKING HOT ADAM PORN FOR ME. Good god, choose your viewing buddy wisely!

The second scene comes sort of out of nowhere – I can’t actually recall which song it was during, but it pops up while Ann is pregnant. Henry is again eating her out and there’s not as much overt singing this time, but he has his giant hands splayed over her pregnant belly while he’s going to town and whew, WHEW TURN ON THE AIR CONDITIONING PLEASE. DID THE THEATER INCREASE IN TEMPERATURE BY 10 DEGREES, YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT IT DID.

Whew. I think you’ll be better primed to ~enjoy~ those scenes when you know they’re coming, otherwise it’s just so shocking that by the time you’ve processed “Look at Adam eating pussy with reckless abandon” it’s halfway over already. God speed, my fellow rats, it’s truly something to witness!!

Okay. Right. Ahem. Moving right on along….

I’ll kick off this discussion with the formal structure of the film. It’s honestly impossible to classify. I have the questionable fortune of having been taken to many a strange avant-garde operas and art exhibitions by my parents when I was younger, and the strongest parallel I found to this movie was melodramatic opera stagings full of flamboyant flourishes, austere set pieces, and prolonged numbers where the characters wallow at length in their respective miseries. This movie has all the elevated drama, spectacle, and self-aggrandizement belonging to any self-professed rock opera. Think psychedelic rock opera films a la The Who’s Tommy, Hair, Phantom of the Paradise, and hell, even Rocky Horror. Yes, this film really is THAT weird.

But Annette is also in large part a vibrant, absurdist performance piece. The film is intriguingly book-ended by two scenes where the lines blur between actor and character; and your own role blurs between passive viewer and interactive audience. The first scene has the cast walking through the streets of LA (I think?), singing “So May We Start?” directly to the camera in a self-aware prologue, smashing the fourth wall from the beginning and setting up the audience to play a direct role in the viewing experience. Though the cast then disburse and take up their respective roles, the sense of being directly performed to is reinforced throughout the film. This continues most concretely through Henry’s multiple stand-up comedy performances.

Though he performs to an audience in the film rather than directly to live viewers, these scenes are so lengthy, vulgar, and excessive that his solo performance act becomes an integral part of defining his character and conveying his arc as the film progresses. These scenes start to make the film itself feel like a one-man show. The whole shtick of Henry McHenry’s “Ape of God” show is its perverse irreverence and swaggering machismo. Over the span of what must be a five minute plus scene, Henry hacks up phlegm, pretends to choke himself with his microphone cord, prances across the stage with his bathrobe flapping about, simulates being shot, sprinkles many a misanthropic, charmless monologues in between, and ends by throwing off his robe and mooning the audience before he leaves the stage. (Yes, you see Adam’s ass within the film’s first twenty minutes, and we’re just warming up from there.) His one-man performances demonstrate his egocentrism, penchant for lowbrow and often offensive humor, and the fact that this character has thus far profited from indulging in and acting out his base vulgarities.

While never demonstrating any abundance of good taste, his shows teeter firmly towards the grotesque and unsanctionable as his marriage and mental health deteriorate. This is what I’m referring to when I described the film as a study in discomfiture. As he deteriorates, the later iterations of his stand-up show become utterly unsettling and at times revolting. The film could show mercy and stop at one to two minutes of his more deranged antics, but instead subjects you to a protracted display of just how insane this man might possibly be. In Adam’s hands, these excessive, indulgent performance scenes take on disturbing but intriguing ambiguity, as you again wonder where the performance ends and the real man begins. When Henry confesses to a crime during his show and launces into an elaborate, passionate reenactment on stage, you shift uncomfortably in your seat wondering how much of it might just be true. Wondering just how much of an animal this man truly is.

Watching this film as an Adam fan, these scenes are unparalleled displays of his range and prowess. He’s in turns amusing and revolting; intolerable and pathetic; but always, always riveting. I couldn’t help thinking to myself that for the casual, non Adam-obsessed viewer, the effect of these scenes might stop at crass and unappealing. But in terms of the sheer range and power of acting on display? These scenes are a damn marvel. Through these scenes alone, his performance largely imbues the film with its wild, primal, and vaguely menacing atmosphere.

His stand-up scenes were, to me, some of the most intense of the film – sometimes downright difficult to endure. But they’re only a microcosm of the R A N G E he exhibits throughout the film’s entirety. Let’s talk about how he’s animalistic, menacing, and genuinely unsettling to watch (Leos Carax described him as “feline” at some point, and I 100% see it); and then with a mere subtle twitch of his expression, sheen of his eyes, or slump of his shoulders, he’s suddenly a lost, broken thing.  

Henry McHenry is truly to be reviled. Twitter might as well spare their breath and announce he’s already cancelled. He towers above the rest of the cast with intimidating, predatory physicality; he is prone to indulgence in his vices; and he constantly seems at risk of releasing some wild, uncontrollable madness lingering just beneath his surface. But as we all well know, Adam has an unerring talent for lending pathos to even the most objectively condemnable characters.

In a repeated refrain during his first comedy show, the audience keeps asking him, “Why did you become a comedian?” He dodges the question or gives sarcastic answers, until finally circling back to the true answer later in the film. It was something to the effect of: “To disarm people. It’s the only way I can tell the truth without it killing me.” Even for all their sick spectacle, there are also moments in his stand-up shows of disarming vulnerability and (seeming) honesty. In a similar moment of personal exposition, he confesses his temptation and “sympathy for the abyss.” (This phrase is hands down my favorite of the film.) He repeatedly refers to his struggle against “the abyss” and, at the same time, his perceived helplessness against it. “There’s so little I can do, there’s so little I can do,” he sings repeatedly throughout the film - usually just after doing something horrific.

Had he been played by anyone else, the first full look of him warming up before his show - hopping in place and punching the air like some wannabe boxer, interspersing puffs of his cigarette with chowing down on a banana – would have been enough for me to swear him off. His archetype is something of a cliché at this point – a brusque, boorish man who can’t stomach or preserve the love of others due to his own self-loathing. There were multiple points when it was only Adam’s face beneath the character that kept my heart cracked open to him. But sure enough, he wedged his fingers into that tiny crack and pried it wide open. The film’s final few scenes show him at his chin-wobbling best as he crumbles apart in small, mournful subtleties.

(General, semi-spoiler ahead as to the tone of the film’s ending – skip this paragraph if you’d rather avoid.) For a film that professes not to take itself very seriously (how else am I supposed to interpret the freaky puppet baby?), it delivers a harsh, unforgiving ending to its main character. And sure enough, despite how much I might have wanted to distance myself and believe it was only what he deserved, I found myself right there with him, sharing his pain. It is solely testament to Adam’s tireless dedication to breathing both gritty realism and stubborn beauty into his characters that Henry sank a hook into some piece of my sympathy.

Not only does Adam have to be the only actor capable of imbuing Henry with humanity despite his manifold wrongs, he also has to be the only actor capable of the wide-ranging transformations demanded of the role. He starts the movie with long hair and his full refrigerator brick house physique. His physicality and size are actively leveraged to engender a sense of disquiet and unpredictability through his presence. He appears in turns tormented and tormentor. There were moments when I found myself thinking of Conan the Barbarian, simply because his physical presence radiates such wild, primal energy (especially next to tiny, dainty Marion and especially with that long hair). Cannot emphasize enough: The raw sex appeal is off the goddamn charts and had me – a veteran fangirl of 3+ years - shook to my damn core.

The film’s progression then ages him – his hair cut shorter and his face and physique gradually becoming more gaunt. By the film’s end, he has facial prosthetics to make him seem even more stark and borderline sickly – a mirror of his growing internal torment. From a muscular, swaggering powerhouse, he pales and shrinks to a shell of a man, unraveling as his face becomes nearly deformed by time and guilt. He is in turns beautiful and grotesque; sensual and repulsive. I know of no other actor whose face (and its accompanying capacity for expressiveness) could lend itself to such stunning versatility.

Quick note here that he was given a reddish-brown birthmark on the right side of his face for this film?? It becomes more prominent once his hair is shorter in the film’s second half. I’m guessing it was Leos’ idea to make his face even more distinctive and riveting? If so, joke’s on you, Mr. Carax, because we’re always riveted. ☺

I mentioned way up at the beginning that the film is bookended by two scenes where the lines blur between actor and character, and between reality and performance. This comes full circle at the film’s end, with Henry’s final spoken words (this doesn’t give any plot away but skip to the next paragraph if you would rather avoid!) being “Stop watching me.” That’s it. The show is over. He has told his last joke, played out his final act, and now he’s done living his life as a source of cheap, unprincipled laughs and thrills for spectators. The curtain closes with a resounding silence.

Now, I definitely won’t have a section where I talk (of course) about the Ben Solo parallels. He’s haunted by an “abyss” aka darkness inside of him? Bad things happened when he finally gave in and stared into that darkness he knew lived within him? As a result of those tragedies, (SPOILER – Skip to next paragraph to avoid) he then finds himself alone and with no one to love or be loved by? NO I’M DEFINITELY NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT IT AT ALL, I’M JUST FINE HERE UNDER MY MOUNTAINS OF TISSUES.

Let’s talk about the music! The film definitely clocks in closer to a rock opera than musical, because almost the entire thing is conveyed through ongoing song, rather than self-contained musical numbers appearing here and there. This actually helps the film’s continuity and pacing, by keeping the characters perpetually in this suspended state of absurdity, always propelled along by some beat or melody. Whenever the film seems on the precipice of tipping all the way into the bleak and dark, the next whimsical tune kicks in to reel us all blessedly back. For example, after (SPOILER #1) happens, there’s a hard cut to the bright police station where several officers gather around Henry, bopping about and chattering on the beat “Questions! We have a few questions!”

Adam integrates his singing into his performance in such a way that it seems organic. I realized after the film that I never consciously considered the quality of his singing along the way. For all that I talked about the film maintaining the atmosphere of a fourth wall-defying performance piece, Adam’s singing is so fully immersed in the embodiment of his character that you almost forget he’s singing. Rather, this is simply how Henry McHenry exists. His stand-up scenes are the only ones in the film that do frequently transition back and forth between speaking and singing, but it’s seamlessly par for the course in Henry’s bizarre, dour show. He breaks into his standard “Now laugh!” number with uninterrupted sarcasm and contempt. There were certainly a few soft, poignant moments when his voice warbled in a tender vibrato you couldn’t help noticing – but otherwise, the singing was simply an extension of that full-body persona he manages to convey with such apparent ease and naturalism.

On the music itself: I’ll admit that the brief clip of “We Love Each Other So Much” we got a few weeks ago made me a tad nervous. It seemed so cheesy and ridiculous? But okay, you really can’t take anything from this movie out of context. Otherwise it is, indeed, utterly ridiculous. Not that none of it is ever ridiculous in context either, but I’m giving you assurances right now that it WORKS. Once you’re in the flow of constant singing and weirdness abound, the songs sweep you right along. Some of the songs lack a distinctive hook or melody and are moreso rhythmic vehicles for storytelling, but it’s now a day later and I still have three of the songs circulating pleasantly in my head. “We Love Each Other So Much” was actually the stand out for me and is now my favorite of the soundtrack. It’s reprised a few times later in the film, growing increasingly melancholy each time it is echoed, and it hits your heart a bit harder each time. The final song sung during (SPOILER #2), though without a distinctive melody to lodge in my head, undoubtedly left me far more moved than a spoken version of this scene would have. Adam’s singing is so painfully desperate and earnest here, and he takes the medium fully under his command.

Finally, it does have to be said that parts of this film veer fully towards the ridiculous and laughable. The initial baby version of the Annette puppet-doll was nothing short of horrifying to me. Annette gets more center-stage screen time in the film’s second half, which gives itself over to a few special effects sequences which look to be flying out at you straight from 2000 Windows Movie Maker. The scariest part is that it all seems intentional. The quality special effects appear when necessary (along with some unusual and captivating time lapse shots), which means the film’s most outrageous moments are fully in line with its guiding spirit. Its extravagant self-indulgence nearly borders on camp.

...And with that, I’ve covered the majority of the frantic notes I took for further reflection immediately after viewing. It’s now been a few days, and I’m looking forward to rewatching this movie when I can hopefully take it in a bit more fully. This time, I won’t just be struggling to keep up with the madness on screen. My concluding thoughts at this point: Is it my favorite Adam movie? Certainly not. Is it the most unforgettable? Aside from my holy text, The Last Jedi, likely yes. It really is the sort of thing you have to see twice to even believe it. And all in all, I say again that Adam truly carried this movie, and he fully inhabits even its highest, most ludicrous aspirations. He’s downright abhorrent in this film, and that’s exactly what makes him such a fucking legend.

I plan to make a separate post in the coming days about my experience at Cannes and the Annette red carpet, since a few people have asked! I can’t even express how damn good it feels to be globetrotting for Adam-related experiences again. <3

Thanks so much for reading! Feel free to ask me any further questions at all here or on Twitter! :)

*SYNOPSIS INCLUDED BELOW. DO NOT READ FURTHER IF AVOIDING SPOILERS!*

Synopsis: Comedian Henry McHenry and opera singer Ann Defrasnoux are both at the pinnacle of their respective success when they fall in love and marry. The marriage is happy and passionate for a time, leading to the birth of their (puppet) daughter, Annette. But tabloids and much of the world believe the crude, brutish Henry is a poor match for refined, idolized Ann. Ann and Henry themselves both begin to feel that something is amiss – Henry gradually losing his touch for his comedy craft, claiming that being in love is making him ill. He repeatedly and sardonically references how Ann’s opera career involves her “singing and dying” every night, to the point that he sees visions of her “dead” body on the stage. Meanwhile, Ann has a nightmare of multiple women accusing Henry of abusive and violent behavior towards them, and she begins growing wary in his presence. (He never acts abusively towards her, unless you count that scene when he tickles her feet and licks her toes while she’s telling him to stop??? Yeah I know, WILD.)

The growing sense of unease, that they’re both teetering on the brink of disaster, culminates in the most deranged of Henry’s stand-up comedy performances, when he gives a vivid reenactment of killing his wife by “tickling her to death.” The performance is so maudlin and unsettling that you wonder whether he’s not making it up at all, and the audience strongly rebukes him. (This is the “What is your problem?!” scene with tiddies out. The full version includes Adam storming across the stage, furiously singing/yelling, “What the FUCK is your problem?!”) But when Henry arrives home that night, drunk and raucous, Ann and Annette are both unharmed.

The couple take a trip on their boat, bringing Annette with them. The boat gets caught in a storm, and Henry drunkenly insists that he and Ann waltz in the storm. She protests that it’s too dangerous and begs him to see sense. (SPOILER #1) The boat lurches when Henry spins her, and Ann falls overboard to her death. Henry rescues Annette from the sinking boat and rows them both to shore. He promptly falls unconscious, and a ghost of Ann appears, proclaiming her intention to haunt Henry through Annette. Annette (still a toddler at this point and yes, still a wooden puppet) then develops a miraculous gift for singing, and Henry decides to take her on tour with performances around the world. He enlists the help of his “conductor friend,” who had been Ann’s accompanist and secretly had an affair with her before she met Henry.

Henry slides further into drunken debauchery as the tour progresses, while the Conductor looks after Annette and the two grow close. Once the tour concludes, the Conductor suggests to Henry that Annette might be his own daughter – revealing his prior affair with Ann. Terrified by the idea of anyone finding out and the possibility of losing his daughter, Henry drowns the Conductor in the pool behind his and Ann’s house. Annette sees the whole thing happen from her bedroom window.

Henry plans one last show for Annette, to be held in a massive stadium at the equivalent of the Super Bowl. But when Annette takes the stage, she refuses to sing. Instead, she speaks and accuses Henry of murder. (“Daddy kills people,” are the actual words – not that that was creepy to hear as this puppet’s first spoken words or anything.)

Henry stands trial, during which he sees an apparition of Ann from when they first met. They sing their regret that they can’t return to the happiness they once shared, until the apparition is replaced by Ann’s vengeful spirit, who promises to haunt Henry in prison. After his sentencing (it’s not clear what the sentence was, but Henry definitely isn’t going free), Annette is brought to see him once in prison. Speaking fully for the first time, she declares she can’t forgive her parents for using her: Henry for exploiting her voice for profit and Ann for presumably using her to take vengeance on Henry. (Yes, this is why she was an inanimate doll moving on strings up to this point – there was some meaning in that strange, strange artistic choice. She was the puppet of her parents’ respective egotisms.) The puppet of Annette is abruptly replaced by a real girl in this scene, finally enabling two-sided interaction and a long-missed genuine connection between her and Henry, which made this quite the emotional catharsis. (SPOILER #2) It concludes with Annette still unwilling to forgive or forget what her parents have done, and swearing never to sing again. She says Henry now has “no one to love.” He appeals, “Can’t I love you, Annette?” She replies, “No, not really.” Henry embraces her one last time before a guard takes her away and Henry is left alone.

…..Yes, that is the end. It left me with major emotional whiplash, after the whole film up to this point kept pulling itself back from the total bleak and dark by starting up a new toe-tapping, mildly silly tune every few minutes. But this last scene instead ends on a brutal note of harsh, unforgiving silence.

BUT! Make sure you stick around through the credits, when you see the cast walking through a forest together. (This is counterpart to the film’s opening, when you see the cast walking through LA singing “So May We Start?” directly to the audience) Definitely pay attention to catch Adam chasing/playing with the little girl actress who plays Annette! That imparts a much nicer feeling to leave the theater with. :’)

#Adam Driver #Annette #Cannes 2021 #driverdaily #Annette spoilers

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heyo friend, I hope you’re doing well 🖤 What about the “You know I hate it when you do that, right? Keep doing it” smut prompt + shigaraki? With a gn!reader?

✧ pairing: tomura shigaraki x gn!reader

✧ warnings: brat taming themes, smut, references to violence, blood mention, handjobs, villain!reader, 18+ minors DNI

✧ word count: 1.5k

✧ a/n: hey mootie! thanks so much for your request. I know you were looking for some brat taming so take my subtle, sleep deprived attempt at some lowkey bratty behavior.

“You idiot, what the hell was that?”

The door slammed hard enough to reverberate through your chest. The momentary shake in your ribs was nothing compared to the adrenaline trembling in your fingers as they flailed in front of you, catching your fall. The bar top was cold and unforgiving in your grip.

Just like the floors under your feet and the roof over your head and all the people uneasily asleep upstairs.

Cold.

Unforgiving.

Tomura Shigaraki cut a menacing figure—and when didn't he?—as he stood cloaked in the darkness of the hideout. You could still feel the ache of his grip on your arm, can feel the dull throb of forming bruises there. He left faint crimson footprints behind when he stepped fully into the dim, overhead lights.

The short, baby curls around his head shone in the glow like some blasphemous halo.

But he is your savior tonight, so the comparison seems a bit less jarring.

“You’re gonna have to be a lot more specific than that, boss,” you tried to sound less winded than you are.

For someone so skinny, Shigaraki had some fucking stamina. Both beaten and well bloodied, the two of you certainly cut a striking image. And while you were panting from your escape—legs on fire after carrying you down innumerable alleyways and feet numb from the slap of the pavement through worn out soles—your boss seemed barely winded.

Untouched by the fight and subsequent flight halfway across the city while tugging you along at his heels.

Though, he also didn’t get his ass straight up hyperdrive blasted into a brick wall. You’d give yourself some credit where it was due.

“I don’t need you taking hits for me,” he snapped, coming nose to nose—well, hand to nose with you.

Every muscle in your body protested as you stood straight and stared him down, feeling how the bruises cut deep through your skin and stained your ego like rotting fruit.

“Really?” you asked, not quite delusional enough to be incredulous, but getting there. “Cause that fucking black eye says differently.”

There was a nasty red and purple mark spreading from the side of his temple that disappeared under the hand that hid most of his face from view. You’d watched him take that kick straight to the side of his head and not even stumble.

He was right.

Shigaraki didn’t lie—that’s why you followed him.

That’s why you couldn’t help the strange, second nature movement of your feet as you had watched one of the dozens that ambushed you wind up to fire a super-powered punch off at Shigs chest. The whole moment existed as a slow motion memory, something you watched from above—a voyeur in your own mind. The way your boss’ eyes went horribly wide, the glow of the man’s fist, the way your body went limp like a rag doll in mid air and slammed against the adjacent wall.

How your assailant was nothing more than a pile of ash only seconds later.

Though you tried not to read too much into that particular detail.

“You know I hate it when you do that right?”

You became peripherally aware that the ache in your chest was being exacerbated by his body weight pressing you back into the polished wood of the bar. As two hands caged you in with their pinkies comically raised to keep you trapped, you felt a familiar rush of defiance in the face of this show of superiority.

“What? When I save your dusty ass?” you tried to smile but his unwavering gaze made it die on your lips.

To be completely fair, you had just watched him take so many hits that should have killed him outright and keep fighting like the inevitably fractured bones were nothing but pinpricks.

You’d always known Shigaraki was intimidating, in his self-assuredness and confidence you knew was not unfounded. But you’d never seen him put his money where his mouth is before, only heard the stories from the rest of the League.

Now you understood.

“When you talk back to me,” he hissed.

He didn’t bother to correct you. He didn’t need to. You both very well knew that if anyone had been saved tonight, it was you as he retreated from the fight, pulling you to safety and not stopping until he—and doors of the bar—were firmly placed between you and feral city streets.

“Oh come on—” you were halfway through an eye roll even Dabi would be proud of when he reached up to grip the hand on his face and pulled it aside.

The smell of formaldehyde dissipated as it landed with a thunk on the bar and Shigaraki stared at you with newly unencumbered intensity.

“Keep doing it.”

You blinked in stunned stupid silence.

“What?”

It was only then that you realized it, and once you saw the subtle flush of his cheeks and the twitch in his fingers, you weren’t sure how it had ever escaped your notice.

Villainy had always been attractive for the rush, alluring in the sense that it afforded you the feeling of being so painfully alive. The adrenaline fueled, full body shaking that flooded you with invincible endorphins—that made your face hot and your blood sing. That was what called to you. That was what had you flinging yourself in front of punches and sprinting down the worn out city streets.

And that was what Shigaraki was feeling now as you held your own against him.

Challenged his authority.

Took what you were given and gave just as well.

You could imagine most people would have given up the smartass act after one too many brushes with a dusty end, but you were a stubborn piece of shit.

In fact, you were a little fucking brat.

And Tomura Shigaraki liked it.

“I won’t tell you twice,” he said, and when exactly did that gravel road rasp in his voice become so spine tingling?

His chest was flush with you now, and the familiar firmness pressing against your thigh only confirmed your revelation.

And only strengthened your resolve.

A grin on your face, you locked eyes with your boss.

“Oh, Shigs,” you mused, shivering at the way he smirked down at you in all his bloody, beaten glory. “I think you absolutely will.”

The bar behind you creaked under his grip and you suddenly missed the power in those deadly hands, pressing fingerprint bruises into your skin. You doubted you’d have to wait much longer for that though, not with the he twitched against your hips as you shifted to press back into him.

“Maybe you’ll listen better with your mouth full.”

One of those long fingers was trailing softly through the gashes in your top, running across your chest and tapping at your lips. He rolled what was undeniable a fucking unfairly large dick against you just so there would be no mistaking the direction this was clearly going in.

And what a hot fucking turn of events it was.

“Now boss, if you want me to keep talking, you’re gonna have to fill up something else.”

You couldn’t help but feel a little proud of yourself at the ability to formulate comebacks even as the hand at your lips slipped down to yours and drew it to the fastenings of his jeans.

“Don’t think I’m going to reward you for being so fucking irresponsible.”

He seemed at once so simultaneously wrecked and completely untouched by you that your head spun. Shigaraki kept his voice even, his face stuck in that same pleased expression. The only thing that gave him away was the raging hard cock you now palmed easily through his underwear and the pink flush that was spreading slowly down his neck and under the low collar of his shirt.

“Bold of you to assume this isn’t a reward,” you muttered, entranced by the way the blush lit around the razor edges of his scars, thin silver lines prominent against the blood rushing under his skin.

Your mouth watered and Shigaraki—Tomura? Should you call him Tomura now that his length was falling free into your palm and leaking across your fingers?—did nothing to stop you from leaning forward and latching onto one of the rough patches of flesh.

Shigs didn’t seem ashamed in the least or try to hide the gasp you yanked out of him with your tongue pressing deeply over the veins in his neck.

However, he also didn’t allow either of you to indulge for long. Seconds later a hand gripped the back of your shirt and the wrist that was currently pumping your boss’ deliciously heavy dick, stopping your movements entirely.

The rational part of your brain was not quick enough to catch the whine that left you when he moved to step away.

Shigaraki’s rare chuckle almost made it worth the embarrassment.

“Yeah,” he was grinning again but it was different this time. Predatory—a beast caught scent of blood, ready for the newest struggle to the death. “That’s what I thought.”

When he finally guided your hand back to his cock, warm with a beautiful red tip that gushed enough to slick your palm, you found it incrementally harder to formulate a response.

But you hadn't quite given up the fight yet.

When you smiled back at him, it was all teeth.

All claws.

Ready and waiting to be tamed.

#tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #bee.writes #bee.requests #tw blood #tw brat taming

[ag3ntl3vi]

Hoodie X GN! Reader X Masky | “Rock Paper Sisscors” |☁️

This struck me at like, 3AM while listening to Devil in Diguise. I’ll probably write more parts to this tonight if im being honest. 

!Gender-Neutral reader!

Trigger Warnings: Sexual mentions. 

Word Count: 2,317

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"Can you go any slower?" You laughed, stopping to allow your friend to catch up. Sweat dotted her chocolatey forehead as she panted. 

"Yes! I can." She wheezed. "You're just too fast!" Taylor whined loudly, bending herself in half to try and catch her breath. You rolled your eyes and pulled her up, raising her arms over her head. 

"You'll breathe better this way," You told her, taking a step back and taking a long sip of your icy water. Taylor nodded her thanks and slowed her breathing gradually. 

        "Wanna keep going?" You asked as you wiped your mouth on your wrist. Taylor feriously shook her head. "I'll pass, (Y/n)." She whimpered. You put yout arms behind your head as you began to walk down the worn dirt bath. 

"That sucks," You murmered. "We were only 1/4th of the way done."

Taylor gaped at your cocky smirk. "And you do this everyday?"

You nodded. "Twice a day if I'm feelin' lucky," You winked and giggled. Taylor shook her head in disbelief. 

"You're a machine," She grumbled, jogging to your side. You could tell she was tired, but she was the one who asked to join you in your near-night run. She said she needed the exercise to get the perfect "summer body", even though it was fall. 

You hummed. "I didn't know they made sexy machines now." Taylor pushed away the urge to roll her eyes, though she desperately wanted to. She chose not to answer your stupid comment. You both started to walk back to your dorm and planned a junk food movie night. You had the feeling she wouldn't last, but you couldn't say no to her puppy face. You had to admit, you were a sucker for your best friend.          Taylor ended up chugging the rest of her and your water bottles greedily, but you didn't blame her. She was pretty out of shape. The darker skinned girl took a large gasp of fresh oxygen after finishing off your beverage. 

"Learn to breathe, my God," You snorted. She glared.

"I just ran a mile, you can shut your mouth, you fucking monster," She hissed playfully. 

School campus soon came into view after your bickering. Taylor grumbled about how badly her feet ached and how she was never running ever again. You parted ways at the dorm. Taylor wanted to get the living room set up for the movie and sent you out for snacks and drinks. You easily migrated to the everything store. That wasn't its actual name, you couldn't care to remember what it was, but the everything store seemed to suit the run down shop better. 

        You pushed thr glass double doors open, a cute bell ringing to announce your presence to the cashire, Michael. 

"(Y/n)!" He greeted with a smile. You returned the facial gester with a small wave of your own.          "What're you here for this time?" He leaned his head on his open palm, his eyes trained on your figure. You had your back turned to him as you read the movie names on the rack. 

"What does it look like?" You chuckles, plucking a familar title from the shelf. 'Kiki's Delivery Service', a childhood favorite of yours. Michael didn't verbally answer, he was too busy allowing his eyes to roam your every curve. 

His eyes snapped to the side when you turned around to wonder down the candy isle. You shoved a KitKat , snickers, and (f/c) into your arm (allowing an extra of your favored one into your pocket, shh) before you turned the corner, finding the energy drinks. With a childish grin you grabbed a few of the better Monster flavors. You knew you had popcorn at the dorm so you didn't bother trying to find a box here. 

        You decided to check out as quickly as possible, avoiding as much conversation with Michael as you could. He gave you the creeps. He always tended to make sexual remarks regarding your running outfit, like how your shorts made your ass look plump or how cute you looked with a flushed, tired expression. In general, he didn't seem like a good guy or influence, though Taylor took an odd interest in him. She always had shitty tastes in men. 

It was getting late, you noticed. The sun started to darken as students scrambled to their respected dorms or apartments off campus. You made your way to your room. The illuminated cobblestone path gave you the worst horror movie vibes, so to say you booked it was an understatement. As soon as you were inside the safe confindments of your dorms living area, you released a loud sigh of relief. You thought about taking the elevator up, but decided on the stairs to the third story. You were very grateful you were on a higher floor, to you it served as a lesser chance of being robbed or murdered. 

"I brought a movie, candy and monsters, come on, you filthy goblin." you called into the freakishly neat room. Taylor was a very, very messy person so you tended to pick up after her more than you'd happily admit. It didn't take long for you to set positions for certain objects in specific places. Example, your shoes stayed in a small, plastic, blue bin by the door. They didn't ever make it to the carpeted floor of the living room. You had a key rack by the door so your keys were never lost or misplaced and Taylor had insisted you needed a coat rack, so your bookbags and Taylor's purses hung there. Any extra blankets, pillows, and sheets were placed neatly in the spare closet. 

        "Monsters..?" Her brown head popped out from around the corner. 

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Taylor had passed out halfway through the movie, not that you were surprised. You pouted. You were very well use to it, but it wasn't any less disappointing when it happened. You carefully laid her on the couch, not bothering to wake her. She was a literal demon when she was woken up. You covered her body in a large, fluffy blanket before standing, pacing for a moment. 

You wondered back to your organized room and grabbed your large spray bottle you kept on your dresser. You stared down your mass of plants in your window seal and the few on your night stand and hanging from the ceiling before watering the ones that needed it, leaving your Rainbow Bush succulent alone. Satisfied, you grabbed your school jacket and your earbuds and phone before slipping your shoes on at the door. 

It was almost 1 before Taylor and you had finally settled enough to sit and watch the movie, so it was fairly late now. But, regretfully, your body was still pumped from the sugary drinks you consumed not long ago. You made a quick choice to go on a short run to tire yourself out a bit before retiring for the night. Sure, wasn't the best idea to go out at night, alone and defenceless, but you prided yourself in your speed if needed. Besides, you've done it before and you were obviously still alive!

You made your way to the dirt path you ran earlier in the day, struggling to remember a stupid songs name. You grinned when you figured it out and hurriedly played it. The opening played through your earbuds as you gently bobbed your head to the beat.

"There are boulders on my shoulders, collar bones begin to crack, there is very little left of me and it's never coming back," You sung softly along with 'Be nice to me'. An old, but greatly loved song from your middle school years. You began to run.

Your lips parted in a content smile as a phrase slipped past your teeth.

"You're a killer, and i'm your best friend. I think it's unfair, your situation," 

You began to bounce on the balls of your feet excitedly. "You say i'm changing! I'm sorry I didn't know I had to stay the same!" You jumped as your legs moved, your voice growing louder and bolder with every word thoughtlessly spilling out your mouth. You became unaware of the eyes watching your movements, head tilted in confusion. 

"Your voice is driving me insane!" You shouted, hopping more as you swished your head side to side, getting louder everytime the phrase was repeated. The last note rang through your ears and you let out a joyful that was quickly cut off. The overbearing feeling of being watched dawned on you. 

You jerked around and scanned the treeline, your eyes falling on a tall male facing you with a tilted head. You stared at him, confused before your gaze fell on the bloodied pipe dangling by his side. You fearfully and turned around, bolting in the direction the path led you to. You didn't have much time to understand why he was watching you, but you could hear his heavy footsteps crushing dead leaves as he raced after you. 

'Molly' blasted into your ears loudly, making you jerk in surprise. If you were going to die tonight, you were glad this was the song you'd die to. 

You could hear him distantly still chasing after you. Not to brag, but you could run a mile amd keep going onto the next without breaking too much of a sweat, though you'd be fairly tired.          Speaking of tired, you could feel the drousiness spreading to your head and deep down you knew that you couldn't keep the pace up for much longer. 

Sucking in a deep breath, you turned into the woods, lifting your feet high so you wouldn't be the stupid one to trip on a root and be killed first. That would be an embarrassing way to die and not even Molly could make it better, you concluded. 

So you did the most logical thing your sleepy brain could think of.

You climbed a fucking tree.

The man was a far enough distance for you to get a good amount of height between the two of you. You panted, your palms itching with needle-like pain from the rough and merciless bark, but pulled yourself up another branch and looked down. The man was panting heavily, bent over as he struggled to force air into his most likely burning lungs.  He stood up after a quick second, glaring up the tree at you.

Childishly, but overcome with a sense of acomplishment, you stuck your tongue out at him. 

Bad idea, you concluded when the guy's gloved fists clenched by his sides and he started to climb. 

You squealed. "No! Fuck off!" You shouted. "Pick another goddamn tree, you humanoid orange!" A growl ripped through your teeth as you glared fearfully at him.          To your surprise, he got down. He moved his head to stare at you before sitting indian style, his face pointed to you.

For the first time you had a proper look at him, and you weren't surprised. He looked like he came from a shitty horror movie. He wore an orange hoodie with a ski mask hiding his facial features, a red frowny face sitched into it. He had dark blue, wore out jeans and black boots that looked to be kept as clean as Taylor would keep her living space. 

'Best friend' Began to play quietly through your (f/c) earbuds and you forced down a snort at the timing. You were hoddled up in a tree while a guy who most likely wanted you dead watched from below. You shook your head and glanced at the dark sky.

'The stars are out' You thought as you spotted the little dipper, the big one wasn't far away from it's child. 

It only took about ten minutes for your easily distracted mind to get bored. You stared down at the hooded man as he drew in the dirt with his pipe. An idea struck you, a bad one, but an idea nevertheless. And it wasn't going to kill you, with a lot of hope, it may allow you to live another day. 

"Yo, tangerine!" He flinched at your loud voice, moving his head to stare at you. 

You held up a fist with your dominate hand, your opposite going under it, palm up and open.

"Wanna play rock, paper, sisscors before I die?" 

The man stilled before very, and I mean very slowly nodded. You allowed yourself to snort. Now you were going to play a childs game with a murderer. 

"Do you know how to play?" You called down. He nodded again and held up his hands. "Cool," You said.

The orange-clad killer was absolute shit at rock, paper, sisscors. He was even worse than your nephew, who was six and had the attention span of a squirell. Sometime in your game playing, you had moved yourself a few branches down to see him better in the dark woods. You now sat a branch above his head.          He didn't move much, but his shoulders seemed to slump.

You threw rock, again, and he threw sisscors. You gave an evil victory crackle whiele he glared gloomily at his open fingers.          "That was fun," You stretched your arms over your head, yawning. "Can I go now?" You calmly asked. 

He didn't move for a long while, looking between you and his gloved hands, the, back to you. Finally, he nodded. You hopped down, smiling widely. 

"Thanks," You said nervously. He was trying to kill you earlier, so you wouldn't be completely off guard around him. You started to shuffle around him cautiously. His arm shot out, grabbing your upper arm roughly. You flinched hard, looking up at him with wide eyes. 

This is it, You thought He changed his mind and wants to eat me!

Instead, you heard a deep voice whisper.

"You can leave if we can play again soon."

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