#Rubber(wo)Man Part Two

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American Horror Stories-"Rubber(wo)Man Part One" , Rubber(wo)Man Part Two", "Game Over" (television, 2021)

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Pride Month 2024 🌈 Day 23

The first 2 episodes and last episode of the inaugural season of the AHS spinoff, American Horror Stories, feature Scarlett. A teenage lesbian in a head to toe latex "S&M suit" who falls in love with a ghost.

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[lifewithaview]

Sierra McCormick in American Horror Stories (2021) Rubber (Wo)man: Part Two

S1E2

Scarlett enters a twisted new romance while Michael and Troy are forced to confront their rocky relationship.

*Ruby wears a shirt that says Normal People Scare Me. Tate wears a similar shirt in ep 1 of AHS Murder House when he and Violet scare Leah in the basement.

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Pitch Invader

summary: barça’s twelfth (wo)man

warnings: nothing

a/n: thank you for the request !

word count: 1.6k

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There are certain truths universally acknowledged: gravity exists, toddlers are irrational, and the Putellas genes are a force of nature.

Today’s a big day: Alexia is playing one of the most important games of the season, and you’re in the stands with your two-year-old daughter, who, despite being the tiniest human in the stadium, possesses the energy of a thousand deranged squirrels. You are, in a word, nervous.

Your daughter, however, is anything but nervous. She’s strapped into her tiny jersey with Putellas scrawled across the back in letters that are nearly as big as she is. Her hair’s up in a ponytail, more like a pineapple sprouting out of her head, but you know that’s the only way she likes it. You’ve brought snacks, water, an iPad loaded with Paw Patrol, and a collection of those little rubber animals she’s obsessed with. You are prepared for every disaster except, apparently, the actual one.

The game kicks off. Your daughter’s glued to the action, her eyes tracking the players with a focus you wish she’d bring to bedtime. She’s screaming "Mami!" like she’s the head of the Alexia Putellas fan club. Which, let’s be real, she probably is.

You, meanwhile, are half-watching the game, half-watching her, and half-wondering when you’ll get the time to sleep ever again. The maths doesn’t add up, but then again, neither does the toddler logic you’re about to encounter.

In the 30th minute, the snacks run out. Which, you should have known, is a harbinger of doom. Your daughter, little genius that she is, finishes her juice box and immediately hurls it to the ground. She gives you the wide-eyed innocent look that usually precedes a request for more snacks or a sudden need to use the bathroom. But not this time.

This time, she leans in conspiratorially, whispering, “Mami!” It’s a statement, a question, and a declaration of war all at once.

“Yes, baby,” you say, patting her hand, thinking she’s just expressing her undying adoration for Alexia. You know what’s coming, but you’re oblivious. Blame it on the lack of sleep or the adrenaline of the match.

“Mami!” she repeats, louder, with more urgency. You’re too busy trying to figure out if she’s got another juice box somewhere in the black hole that is your nappy bag to notice that she’s been scoping out her escape route. You’ve taught her well: always look for the exits. You just never expected her to take that lesson so literally.

“Mami!” And before you can register what’s happening, she’s off like a shot, little legs pumping with the determination of someone who’s just discovered that the world is a lot more fun when you’re not stuck behind bars. Literally. Because she’s somehow squeezed through the railing and is now sprinting toward the field like she’s got the ball and is gunning for the goal.

There’s a split second where time stops. The crowd noise fades, the players blur, and you’re left watching your tiny daughter make her bid for freedom. Then, the panic sets in.

“Oh my God, she’s on the pitch!” you scream, leaping to your feet. Your heart's in your throat, and your legs feel like they’re made of concrete, but you move. You have to. Alexia is going to kill you. No, worse, she’s going to tell your mother.

This is it. You’re going to die. Not because your daughter’s about to get trampled by a bunch of world-class athletes, but because Alexia Putellas is going to murder you on the spot for letting this happen.

“Don’t move!” you yell, as if your two-year-old is going to suddenly develop a sense of self-preservation and stop in her tracks. You leap over seats with a grace you didn’t know you possessed, and suddenly, it’s you versus the grass, a race you never wanted to be a part of.

The security guards, bless them, are as stunned as you are. They’re used to dealing with rowdy fans, not rogue toddlers. One of them starts to move, but you’re faster. You vault over the barrier like an Olympian, not caring that you’ve just flashed half the stadium. Your brain is a mess of conflicting priorities: get the child, avoid the cameras, don’t trip, for the love of God, don’t trip.

“Mami!” Your daughter’s scream pierces the air as she beelines for Alexia, who, by now, has spotted her and is having her own heart attack on the pitch. Alexia freezes, eyes wide, mouth open in a soundless yell. You can see her future flash before her eyes: headlines like “Star Player’s Toddler Takes Over Match” or “Tiny Terror Halts Game, Becomes Internet Sensation.”

The ball is at the far end of the pitch, and most of the players haven’t noticed yet. But one of the defenders has. She’s staring, and then she starts laughing. You can’t blame her. You’d be laughing too if you weren’t about to faint from the sheer absurdity of it all.

Finally, you reach your daughter just as she reaches the center circle. You scoop her up, her little legs still kicking as if she’s going to make a break for it again. She’s giggling, thinking this is all the best game ever, and honestly, you’re too relieved to be mad.

Alexia, however, is sprinting toward you like she’s about to dropkick someone, probably you, into the next century. You flash her an apologetic smile, holding up the wriggling toddler as if to say, “I found her! Look, I’m a hero!”

Alexia doesn’t look like she agrees. Her face is a mix of horror, relief, and something that might be love if you’re lucky. She reaches you, breathless, eyes still wide as saucers. “What… the… hell…?”

“I took my eyes off her for two seconds!” you pant, defensively. “You try keeping up with her!”

Your daughter, oblivious to the chaos she’s caused, throws her arms around Alexia’s neck and says, “Mami, I won!”

Alexia softens instantly, her expression shifting to one of pure adoration. She holds your daughter close, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Yes, you did, mi amor. You won”

The crowd, which had been holding its collective breath, erupts into cheers and laughter. You’re pretty sure you see a wave of camera phones aimed in your direction. Great. You’ll never live this down.

But then Alexia grins at you, and it’s that grin—the one that says she’s both exasperated and completely in love with you—that makes all of this worth it.

“I’m going to kill you,” she whispers, but she’s smiling, and you know you’re in the clear.

“Totally fair,” you agree. “But can we do that after the game?”

With a resigned laugh, Alexia turns to walk you both off the field, your daughter still happily babbling about how she’s the best player ever, better than even Mami. And you? You just can’t wait to tell her how this day was 100% her fault when she’s old enough to understand the concept of consequences.

As you reach the sidelines, you catch the eye of the commentator, who’s openly laughing now. “And that, folks, is what you call a family affair!”

You wave awkwardly, knowing you’re going to be a meme by the end of the day. But as you hand your daughter back to her seat, watching Alexia return to the pitch with a look of determination that’s all business now, you can’t help but feel a rush of pride.

Sure, you almost derailed an entire match. But on the plus side, you just might have discovered a new sport: Toddler Sprinting, with a side of Parental Panic. Gold medals all around.

[aaronstveit]

Aaron Tveit as Adam • American Horror Stories (S01E02) Rubber(wo)man: Part Two

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LES MISÉRABLES (2012) dir. Tom Hooper GRACELAND S02E09 'Gratis' LAW & ORDER: SVU S13E02 'Personal Fouls' AMERICAN HORROR STORIES S01E02 'Rubber (Wo)man: Part Two'

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Ruby McDaniel — AHStories: Rubber (Wo) Man: Part Two, S01E02

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Rubber(wo)Man Part Two

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Aaron Tveit appreciation post.

Movie appearances/roles:

2008-Ghost Town (Anesthesiologist)

2010-Howl (Peter Orlovsky)

2011-Girl Walks into a Bar (Henry)

2012-Premium Rush (Kyle)

2012-Les Misérables (Enjolras)

2013-A Dream of Flying (The Young Man) Short film

2015- Big Sky (Pru)

2016-Undrafted (John "Maz" Mazzello)

2016-Better Off Single (Charlie) Previously named Stereotypically You

2017-Created Equal (Tommy Reilly)

2018-Out of Blue (Tony Silvero)

TV roles/appearances:

2009–2012 Gossip Girl (William "Tripp" van der Bilt III) 10 episodes

2010 Ugly Betty (Zachary Boule) Episode: "All the World's a Stage"

2010 Law & Order: Special Victims Unit(Jan Eyck) Episode: "Beef"

2011 Body of Proof (Skip) Episode: "Point of Origin"

2011 Law & Order: Special Victims Unit (Stevie Harris) Episode: "Personal Fouls"

2011 The Good Wife (Spencer Zschau) Episode: "Executive Order 13224"

2013–2015 Graceland (Mike Warren) Main cast; 38 episodes

2016 Grease Live (Danny Zuko) Television movie

2016 BrainDead (Gareth Ritter) Main cast; 13 episodes

2017–21 The Good Fight (Spencer Zschau) 3 episodes

2019 The Code (Matt Dobbins) 5 episodes

2020 One Royal Holiday (Prince James Gallant) Television movie

2021 American Horror Stories (Adam) Episode: "Rubber(wo) Man Part Two", (Jay Gantz) Episode: "Feral"

2021–present Schmigadoon! (Danny Bailey) Main cast; 6 episodes

Theatre works:

2003 Footloose (Garvin) Merry-Go-Round Playhouse [2003 Regional production]

2004 Rent (Steve, u/s Roger, Mark) US national tour [January – December 2004 National tour replacement]

2005–08 Hairspray (Link Larkin) US national tour [August 2005 – July 2006 First national tour replacement], Neil Simon Theatre [July 18, 2006 – January 18, 2007; April 1 – May 4, 2008 Broadway replacement]

2007 Calvin Berger (Matt) Barrington Stage Company: [July 3–14, 2007 Original regional production]

2007 The Three Musketeers (D'Artagnan) North Shore Music Theatre [August 21 – September 9, 2007 Regional production]

2008–10 Next to Normal (Gabe Goodman) Second Stage Theatre [January 16 – March 16,2008 Original Off-Broadway production], Arena Stage [November 21, 2008 – January 18, 2009 Original Washington, D.C. production], Booth Theatre [March 27, 2009 – January 3, 2010 Original Broadway production]

2008 Saved! (Dean) Playwrights Horizons

[May 10 – June 22, 2008 Original Off-Broadway production]

2008–09 Wicked (Fiyero Tigelaar) Gershwin Theatre [June 24 – November 9, 2008;

January 20 – March 9, 2009Broadway replacement]

2009–11 Catch Me If You Can (Frank Abagnale, Jr.) 5th Avenue Theatre [July 28 – August 16, 2009 Original Seattle production] Neil Simon Theatre: [March 11 – September 4, 2011 Original Broadway production]

2010 Rent (Roger Davis) Hollywood Bowl: [August 6–8, 2010 Limited engagement]

2014–15 Assassins (John Wilkes Booth) Menier Chocolate Factory: [November 21, 2014 – February 8, 2015 Off-West End revival]

2017Company (Robert) Barrington Stage Company: [August 10 – September 10, 2017 Regional revival]

2018–22; 2023 Moulin Rouge!(Christian) Emerson Colonial Theatre: [July 10 – August 19, 2018 Original Boston production] Al Hirschfeld Theatre: [June 28, 2019 – March 11, 2020, September 24, 2021 – May 8, 2022, January 17 – April 9, 2023 Original Broadway production; paused due to COVID-19 , Won 2020 Tony Award for Best Actor in a Musical, Returning for limited engagement in 2023]

Feb. 9-May 12, 2023 Sweeney Todd (title role) Broadway revival, Lunt-Fontanne Theater (replacement)

Source: Wikipedia

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GAVIN CREEL & AARON TVEIT "Rubber (Wo)man - Part Two" — American Horror Stories (1.02)

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Kaia Gerber and Sierra McCormick as Ruby and Scarlett in American Horror Stories S01EP02, Rubber (Wo)man: Part Two

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Aaron Tveit as Adam in American Horror Stories S01EP02, Rubber (Wo)man: Part Two

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American Horror Stories S01EP02, Rubber (Wo)man: Part Two

[supernovafeather]

Emergency (18+)

Nathan Bateman x F!Reader

Warnings : smut, fingering, squirting, bondage, slight medical roleplay, dub con (aphrodisiacs taken by mistake), language.

Inspired by @abelslittlebunny after thirsting over Oscar wearing rubber gloves.

"NATHAN FUCKING BATEMAN COME HERE LITTLE SHIT !"

Screaming is useless and dehydration had turned your throat into something similar to a desert covered of sand and rocks, but you need to calm your nerves. And insulting the man busy behind you, his hands looking for tools as you remain restrained on the table, unable to see him.

"NATHAN YOU LITTLE FUCKER !"

"Uh oh, I'm not the one who's about to fuck, incredibly polite lady." He mumbles with an audible smile as you hear him putting some rubber gloves on.

"You fucking asshole." You whisper in a faint anger as you rub your thighs at the new heatwave invading your body. "You fucking... fucking... fucking useless dumbass."

"Oh please even binary codes have more variety in meaning than your words." He scoffs before getting closer, leaning on you so you only see his face upside down, his glasses not even hiding his mischievous glare. "Now, be a good girl, stop dancing on this table like a drunk and horny cheerleader and let me take care of YOUR mess."

A noise leaves your throat. It is enraged and frustrated but you don't know if you screamed with your mouth closed, if you groaned or if you just summoned some demon. You know two things : you are horny as hell, and you hate your idiocy. Nathan told you it was stupid to put your aphrodisiac bottle next to your sleeping pills. Especially in slightly different bottles but that had the same colors and around the same size. You realized your mistake at the taste before going to bed but said nothing. It's at 4 am, a hour after Nathan joined you that the sweaty mess you were turned into a fireball having to relieve herself in another room. Then, Nathan decided to help you. You didn't complain. But now you just want to fuck him. He'll be a teasing asshole tomorrow.

"Nathan I swear to..."

"Stop swearing." He mumbles and the taste of his glove makes you grimace but doesn't stop your salivating mouth from sucking on his forefinger and middle finger. "Now that's better."

Sending a deadly glare to him is out of reach as your body arches a bit in reflex to the sexual arousal his actions are awakening. You close your eyes. Maybe it is a good plan to just let... yeah it's a good plan. Nathan knows your body by heart, he knows everything about anatomy, and you are sure he must love you.

You feel his two fingers sliding up and down and you adapt your rhythm to his, sucking hard yet slowly.

"Now that's a good girl." He praises with a smile. "A very good one even. Am I still an asshole now ?"

You shake your head as you keep your ministrations, and your body turns into full automatic mode. Moans soon fill the room as the bottom of your body undulates under your nightgown, your boyfriend's/sex friend's/colleague's eyes attracted by your skin getting revealed more and more.

"Now, serious part of the plan." He says in a professional tone making your eyes roll back. "Uh ? Kinky. You can call me Dr Bateman."

He laughs as you moan again, his fingers leaving your mouth to rest on your exposed decollete, your own saliva refreshing your burning skin. You know your gaze must be hungry at the way his own features tense up with this nasty look.

"A doctor knows how to take care of his patients." You taunt him as he raises an eyebrow, his other hand pushing his glasses higher up his nose. "They don't restrain people on a table."

"Honey. Honey, honey, honey," he mumbles darkly as he walks up to where your feet are, his gloved hands rubbing your bare legs up and down, staring down at you with a serious glare. "You're too horny for my own good. For your own too. And you begged me to tie you up the bed. This table is more solid. And no way I let you ride me in this state, I don't won't to end up drowned in your juices. Look at that !"

Your fever increases as you anticipate his hand on your thigh, but he rubs the table between your legs, then shows you his forefinger glistening to the light.

"Honey, that's how wet you are. Leaking on a fucking table without even any foreplay."

"FUCK ME BATEMAN !" You roar loud enough to have him done with your shit.

A high-pitched moan escapes you as you smile widely, the tip of his gloved forefinger rubbing your swollen clit, his free hand lifting your nightgown to have full access to the body.

"It's : Dr Bateman. Show some respect please, I am an expert after all."

This idiot starts rubbing the same area like if he was trying to tickle you and the fastened pace has you all weak and whimpering, eyeballs unable to focus on anything precise.

"Nathan Nathan I swear you Nathan..."

"Come on Ma'am, you're not really in the mood to play by the rules tonight."

"Dr Bateman." You say in a strangled voice.

"Now we can talk." He says as he winks at you, his long forefinger now slowly sliding inside you. "Now my patient is getting serious. It is a serious condition after all. Have you any idea of how painful it can get if you let it worsen ? People often underestimate the side effects of aphrodisiacs."

You feel him rubbing between your sensitive tight walls, the glove stimulating every area as he curls his fingers. If your face is already a sweaty and pleading face, Nathan's is stoic as he keeps explaining everything with an exemplary discipline.

"Dehydration, fever... not good. Fortunately it didn't get mixed with your sleeping pills." Then he grins shortly as your loud moan as he curls his finger at THIS precise spot. "But this... this feels good, right ?"

You nod as you spread your legs even more, your wetness leaking from your entrance as you listen to the obscene sound of the rubber and your juices.

"Perfect. And you seem responding perfectly to..."

You can't hear the rest as your pleasure explodes suddenly oit of nowhere. His finger still rubs your inside and your trembling form tenses up as you look at him, mouth agape as your begging almost covers his voice.

"Nathan... Nathan keep going..."

"Definitely responding really well indeed." He says before having you convulsing as a second finger gets inside you. "Splendid sensitivity from the patient." He adds in a flirty voice.

Your fingers tighten their grip on the table edges, your teeth biting your lip as he thrusts quickly inside you, wet sounds even louder than before. Then you understand as you force yourself to look at his actions despite your blurred sight that yes, you squirted.

"Perfect response." He adds as his free hand lifts your left leg to fold it under your knee, pressing enough to open your entrance wider. "And let's see this one..."

It's not long until you start screaming again, incoherent as his fingers leave your warmth. You are a mess. It's obvious, yet you keep moaning after the brief break, his fingers soon back into your core.

"Just soaked her doctor and not even ashamed of it. That's my girl." He praises as he resumes his ministrations.

"Doctor" you coo between whimpers as overstimulation starts getting unbearable. "Please I-I can't..."

He stops fingering you, but his palm rubs your soaked entrance up to your clit in a firm gesture, then goes back down, then back up, over and over, slowly as you clench against his glove.

"How are you feeling ?"

With a clear mind you would have been able to feel amazed by his unusually tender voice, but right now you are attempting to take control back to your body. Mission failed as some additional wetness presses against the soiled rubber. It's not another orgasm, it must come from a previous one as Nathan soothes your body.

"Wonderful, I feel wonderful." You chuckle faintly as he keeps going.

"Still needy ?"

"No... not for now. But I love it."

"Still want my hand ?"

You nod and sigh in bliss as he keeps rubbing, a bit less firmly than before, his fingers sometimes sliding between your lower lips without getting inserted inside you. He plays but knows your limits. You already had plenty of opportunities to explore them, and today is not the last one.

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Thanks for reading, please comment and reblog if you liked it ! 😊

@abelslittlebunny @ophelialoveshandsomemen @salome-c @anetteaneta @dilfoscarisaac

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**Shots of the Episode**

American Horror Stories (2021)

Season 1, Episode 2: “Rubber (Wo)man: Part Two” (2021) Director: Loni Peristere Cinematographer: Shasta Spahn

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Aaron Tveit as Adam • American Horror Stories (S01E02) Rubber(wo)man: Part Two

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