#William Nigh

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Anne Gwynne and Ray Corrigan in The Strange Case of Doctor Rx (1942)

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Anna May Wong "Lady from chungking" 1942, de William Nigh.

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On May 22, 1945, The Ape debuted in Barcelona, Spain.

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Across to Singapore (1928) William Nigh

May 28th 2023

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I Wouldn't Be in Your Shoes

William Nigh opens his film noir I WOULDN’T BE IN YOUR SHOES (1948, TCM) with an impressive long shot of convicts waiting for their cell doors to open. Then Mark Stengler’s camera starts low on one death row cell before panning up to reveal a handsome young man and gliding on to introduce the other prisoners, all character types. They stand at the bars staring out in desperation and even hope. It’s a very powerful opening. Then the camera returns to the young man (Don Castle) as the prisoners, in a near-poetic use of repetition thanks to writer Steve Fisher, ask him to explain how he got there. And then Castle delivers the kind of performance you give when you’re waiting for your rich best friend to take you away from all this and give you a job in one of his many businesses, which, mercifully for all, is exactly what happened. He tends to play attitudes rather than objectives. It’s all posing and staring. His leading lady, Elyse Knox, isn’t much better, tending toward the singsong in her more dramatic moments. She, by the way, would retire after marrying football great Tom Harmon and raise much more talented children and grandchildren.

That neither of them can sink the film is a credit to Nigh’s direction and Stengler’s impressive camerawork as well as a whacky Cornell Woolrich adaptation with an overall sense of doom. Castle is an unemployed dancer who throws his tap shoes at some yowling cats outside his window. The next morning, the shoes turn up outside his apartment door. But their prints are also outside the hovel of a wealthy old man (the news report identifies him as a “miser”) who was strangled that night. When Castle finds a wallet filled with older 20-dollar bills, the police trace them and the shoes back to him, and before you can say “ineffective counsel,�� he’s on death row. To save him, Knox enlists the help of a police detective (Regis Toomey) who just happens to have fallen in love with her after they met at the dancing school where she teaches. Nigh keeps the pace going so well you may not have time to consider all the plot holes, and the final twist is immensely satisfying.

Toomey is one of the film’s chief assets. His love-smitten flatfoot may be the most complex of the many police officers he played during his career, and he carries it off with impressive subtlety. He even reacts to Knox as if she were one of his better leading ladies, say Barbara Stanwyck or Loretta Young. There are a lot of good character people in the film as well, my favorite being Dorothy Vaughan as a testy neighbor who might hold the key to saving Castle. Of course, the supporting players tend to show up the leads. At one point, one of the death row inmates asks Castle how much time he has left. He responds as if he had been asked how long until his dry cleaning was done. Castle returns the question, and the convict (Bill Walker) invests just two words with a lifetime of suffering. When you see a scene like that, you know someone should be looking for another line of work. And in keeping with my dabbling in future vision, Walker had a long career with almost 200 film and TV credits, including the role of Rev. Sykes in TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD (1962).

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I Wouldn’t Be in Your Shoes (1948) dir. William Nigh

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I Wouldn’t Be In Your Shoes • Director William Nigh

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I draw that after reading the book

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The Strange Case of Doctor Rx (1942) - Spanish herald

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Eric Linden-Jean Parker "Dulce evocación" (Romance of the Limberlost) 1938, de William Nigh.

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On March 24, 1941, The Ape debuted in the United Kingdom.

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Red Hot and Blue (Red, Hot and Blue) (1949) John Farrow

May 7th 2023

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The Mysterious Mr. Wong (1935) dir. William Nigh

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Lost In The Woods (And Feelings) - William Eklund

Summary: Y/n and her best friend, hockey player William, go on a week-long camping trip despite having zero experience. As the days go by, Y/n realizes she’s in love with William but believes nothing can happen between.

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Y/n had no idea what made her to agree to this.

Camping. A full week of camping.

She and William had been best friends for years, ever since they met back in Sweden. And even after he moved to San Jose for his hockey career, they had managed to keep their friendship intact. FaceTiming at odd hours, sending each other stupid reels, meeting during any kinds of holidays. All that became a new part of their daily routine. And somehow, in between their late-night calls and playful teasing, they convinced themselves that going on a camping trip together was a brilliant idea.

It was not.

“Are you sure you know how to set up a tent?” Y/n asked, arms crossed as she watched William struggle.

“Of course,” he said confidently, before glancing at the tent bag. “I mean… how hard can it be?”

It turned out to be very hard.

“William, that’s not where the pole goes.”

“Yes, it is.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Are you a camping expert all of a sudden or what?”

“I don’t have to be an expert to know that the tent is not supposed to be collapsing,” Y/n protested, stepping back just in time to avoid being caught under the falling mess.

William groaned, rubbing a hand down his face before turning to her with his best innocent smile. “Okay, well, time for a different plan.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t stop herself from laughing. “You’re cute,” she muttered under her breath, not realizing she had said it out loud until William shot her a smirk.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” she said quickly, turning away to hide the blushing.

After what felt like hours and with the help of YouTube tutorials, they got the tent set up. It still leaned to one side more than the other, which made Y/n secretly question its stability.

That night, they sat by the fire, eating burnt marshmallows because neither of them had the patience to cook them properly. The air was cool, stars lit up the sky above them, and for a moment, Y/n let herself pretend that this was just their life.

Just the two of them, away from everything, no worries about distance or careers or the inevitable goodbye waiting for them at the end of this trip.

“This is nice,” William said, stretching his legs out and tilting his head back to look at the stars.

Y/n hummed in agreement. “Even though we are world’s worst campers in history?”

“Especially because of that.”

She smiled, leaning her head against her knees. “I don’t think I’ve laughed this much in a long time.”

William turned his head to look at her, his expression softer than usual. “Me neither.”

The way he was looking at her made Y/n’s stomach flip, but she forced herself to push the feeling away.

As the days went by, Y/n found herself slipping into a dangerous kind of comfort.

…

They got lost on a hike. Twice.

"Are you sure we’re going the right way?" she asked.

"Of course I am," William said, though his eyes were filled with uncertainty.

"That’s what you said twenty minutes ago, and we ended up in the same place," Y/n pointed out.

"Fine. I’ll check the GPS - oh."

"What?"

"There’s no service."

Y/n groaned. "Great. We’re going to die out here. With no water and food."

"Relax," William said, placing his arm around her shoulder. "Worst case scenario, we have to eat berries and live in the woods forever."

"Oh, fantastic. That was totally my life plan."

He grinned. "Could be worse. At least you’re stuck with me."

And that was the problem.

The more time they spent together, the more Y/n realized she didn’t want to be stuck with anyone else.

But she also knew nothing could ever happen between them. He lived in San Jose. His life was there, his career, his future. She was in Sweden, and as much as she wanted to believe in something more, reality was much different.

On their last night, as they sat by the fire, Y/n found herself staring at the flames, lost in thoughts.

William nudged her gently. “You okay?”

She forced a smile. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

“About?”

She hesitated before answering. “How things are going to go back to normal after this. You’ll go back to San Jose, I’ll stay in Sweden…”

William was quiet for a moment. Then, he shifted slightly, turning to face her fully.

“Would you ever move?”

Y/n was taken aback. She turned her head to look at him, trying to read his expression. “Move where?”

He shrugged, but there was something careful about the way he asked. “Anywhere.”

Y/n swallowed, her heart pounding. “I don’t know. Maybe. If the reason was good enough.”

William held her gaze for a second longer before he let out a small, almost nervous chuckle. “Good to know.”

Y/n wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but as he reached over and squeezed her hand lightly, she wondered if maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t as alone in her feelings as she thought.

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Affogato.

reader x ellie williams x abby anderson. SUMMARY: Ellie Williams is a perfect girlfriend. Adorable, clingy and just so fucking cute. Her only baggage is her asshole of a coworker, Abby Anderson. The way she sneers, the way she glares, the daggers she shoots you when you meet up with Ellie at the end of her shifts. She's such a bitch. You wonder why Ellie puts up with her... WARNINGS: dubious consent, intense sub/dom dynamics, dirty talk, mean!abby, dom!abby, loser!ellie, pathetic!ellie, unabashed smut (minors DO NOT INTERACT)

It had only been six months since you and Ellie started dating, and what a six months it had been That dry, detached aloofness Ellie carried would melt away as soon as the two of you returned to your shared flat and she would immediately turn into the most clingy thing since side of a koala. The way Ellie snuggled her head into your chest as the two of you lay on the couch with one of her many incredibly lame, incredibly dorky sci-fi classics (though you had doubts “Martian Babes Need Earth’s Mothers” counts as a classic… ) humming in the background. 

Your hand lazily finding a way to graze through those soft auburn locks, Ellie’s green eyes darting up to you in the most unguarded and intimate of ways as your hand found itself snaking southwards, over the defined arches of her back and just daring to toy with the waistband of her boxer shorts and soon the sounds of 50s hamfisted overacting were muffled with Ellie’s nigh pornographic moans and whines as your fingers worked their way up and down against of her soaked folds, her poor hips trembling and rolling, desperate to match every single thrust of your wrist as she sought out that final release to the knot building in her stomach. 

This was a side of Ellie you and only you were privy to. The way her lips curled upwards as she snorts at one of Dina’s patented bad jokes reminding you of the way they contort and smear themselves with your slick as Ellie buried her head between your thighs. The jittery way her fingers clasped her pen, her brows furrowed as she listened to one of her recorded lectures over the laptop reminding you of the times she took charge, had you against the wall cheek first as she whispered the most lurid things in your ear, barely audible over the sound of your own cunt squelching around Ellie’s digits. The way the muscles in her forearm flexed clenching a beer bottle, that adoration of her inked branch moving in time making you bite your bottom lip and cross your legs before Ellie would look over at you, the bass of whatever terrible dubstep anthem Jessie has decided to force upon the party going populace meaning nothing as the two of you make a quick exit for the bathroom. 

At times you almost took it for granted, that you were the only person in the world right now who would see the true extent of Ellie’s emotions and wants and needs. Well… you and that bitch Abigail Anderson. One of Ellie’s coworkers at the terrible, overpriced campus cafe that took up too many hours of Ellie's time for your liking. She cut a very domineering figure from behind the counter, arms seemingly bursting out of her plain black top and those broad shoulders so perfectly framed with her apron, and that damned French braid dangling down the middle of that wide back. It was infuriating how attractive she could be, had she not revealed herself to be the most rude and arrogant coworker your poor girlfriend would be forced to deal with. 

Every time you visited Ellie on her break or when your classes let up it would be a whirlwind of how Abby had told her off for this, chastised her for that, admonished her for not smiling hard enough when serving some apparent regular their whipped cream adorned monstrosity of caffeinated sugar syrup. The way Ellie would talk your ear off about how Abby would treat her to nothing but rolled eyes and casual shouldering out of the way made you hate the woman with every syllable from the poor girl’s lips. You could really tell that this was doing her head in, so you made sure every day after picking Ellie up from work you’d lead her back home, push her head down into your shared mattress, her jeans pulled down to her ankles and her boxers just barely down enough so you could gorge yourself on the taste of her heat, a day’s worth of sweat and tension relieving itself onto your face as Ellie sobbed and moaned and begged for more as she fucked her hips back into your hungry lips and tongue. 

But today… it was different. Your last class of the day had run late, your miserable bastard of a professor deciding that today was the best day to keep everyone behind so he could go back over the course material for this semester that you had already plotted out and carefully crafted the perfect study timeline for but as the high achiever of the class (and all your classes for that matter) you did your best to grin and bare it and let your classmates fill the lengthening air with their meandering questions. All you could think of was Ellie, your Ellie, the Ellie waiting for you to come visit her, grab her by the hands and plant a hungry kiss to her lips before she could even breathe a “Hi” in your direction. 

The split second this agonizing Q&A ended you had your bag over your shoulder and your head in the clouds as you rushed through the halls of your college’s main building to all but sprint across the grounds and towards the cafe. Its withering facade bearing the name of the overpriced spot, “How you BEAN?”, a pun that was entirely the reason Ellie ever put forth an application to work there. The lights were dimmed, the chairs empty and the usual assortment of sleep deprived students were not humming about the front counter which perked your brow, or at least it did until you saw the hastily scrawled note taped to the front door. 

“Espresso machine busted!!! Closed 4 today!!!” 

You roll your eyes. Ellie’s handiwork you’re sure. The note at least though you’re also sure that Ellie would be telling you how Abby would be blaming her for this equipment malfunction. That poor girl. She must be so worried about you being late. What a sorry excuse of a girlfriend you are. You’ll have to think of something to make it up to Ellie for being this late, even though it wasn’t your fault your mind raced at all the possibilities you could imagine on how you could push that girl to cloud nine. 

“Hello?” 

Your voice rang out in the now silent cafe, bouncing off the walls as you made your way inside, happy that either Ellie or Abby had neglected to lock the front door. Ellie again most likely, unwilling to keep your locked away while she had been waiting for you obviously.

“Hello!” 

You call out again, a little louder this time as the resounding silence your last query had garnered seeming to worry you. Normally Ellie would have bounded from the staff room to all but dive into your arms in a circumstance like this but now… geez… Abby must have done a number on her if she was this distracted right now. The silence was almost deafening until you hear something, something that sounds oh-so familiar but also just outlandish to be occurring in this environment that you can’t really put your finger on.

It was however, emanating softly from the staff room, right behind the front counter you had watched Ellie laze over countless times before and so, with your status as girlfriend to an employee you viewed the staff room as open to you as it would be to Ellie and so being the brave girl you are you creep forward, stepping around the counter and beginning to pick up more of the previously imperceptible sounds coming from that back room. 

Huffing. Puffing. Muffled whining and a sturdy, cocky voice muttering what you could most definitely make out as grunting “Shut up… you want her to hear you…” coming from that barely perceptible crack in the door. Your bottom lip was a wreck at this point, your teeth attempting to chew through the damn thing as a familiar warmth filled your loins and a shaky, uncomfortable knot formed in your gut. Both your hands clenched the strap of your bag as you quietly made your way closer and closer to the door, the mental image of what was happening behind it causing your pulse to quicken, your mind to race and a good amount of your organs to attempt to crawl up and out your throat as you lean in close press your eye to the slit between door and frame. 

You swore your heart was beating so hard and so loud it was on the verge of popping a blood vessel but right now that didn’t matter, it didn’t matter because what you saw was your girlfriend, Ellie Williams, doubled over, her hands bound in some makeshift restraint made out of her apron’s shoulder straps, uniform shirt pulled high and bra all but torn so her perked nipples and chest bobbed with the movements of the thick hand that was hungrily grasping at them as if for dear life. Ellie’s jeans had found themselves bunched at her ankles, her Converse sneakers draped in the frayed denim as Ellie’s knees pressed themselves together, almost desperate to force the hand that was riding up between her thighs pumped itself back and forth with a piston-like pace. 

And there, pressed up against Ellie’s back, cruel lips contorted in a perverted smile, her usually immaculate braid hanging ragged over her shoulder, bouncing up and down alongside her greedy, hungry palms was Abby. 

“For all you know, she’s out there waiting for you right now. The good little girlfriend, wondering just where-oh-where her darling, little, Ellie could be. Bet that turns you on, God, listen to how fucking wet you are…” 

The words that slip from Abby’s lips are tainted with a perverse venom you swear you could feel a damp spot begin to grow in your panties, the feeling only intensifying as Ellie’s head collapsed forward, a strangled gasp coming from her throat as saliva pools from those adorably chapped lips. A pathetic, desperate whine slips from Ellie, Abby’s fingers continuing to draw out the most lurid and wet sounds from her cunt as she tries to struggle against the much larger woman.

“I-I’m s-sorry Abby! I d-didn’t mean to talk b-back-God-oh-God!!!” 

Whatever Ellie’s train of thought was, it had been thoroughly derailed as Abby gave two hard thrusts, the way her bicep flexed with the motion caused you to gasp under your breath. Your knees were trembling and it was long since apparent that one of your hands that had been grasping your bag so tightly had found itself hovering just over the waist of your skirt, the tips of your fingers slipping under just enough to cause you to snap back to reality.

But that’s not all that snapped. Abby’s head turns to face the door so fast you’d assume she’d get whiplash but all that greets you through that crack is just that patented, maddening Anderson smirk. With all the ease her physique granted her, Abby made easy work of hefting Ellie up from her bent position, spinning her around to stare at the door with those down turned, fuck-drunk eyes you swore only you could draw out of her. 

“I think we have some company Ellie.” 

The way Abby’s voice takes on a sickly sing-song tone is almost as horrible as the sight of her hand forcing Ellie’s legs apart, her bound arms desperately trying to pry Abby off to no avail as two of Abby’s fingers came to draw agonizing figure-eights on Ellie’s throbbing clit. 

“And I think, you know who it is. Go on, give her a good show now, I get so tired of seeing you two eye-fuck each other whenever she comes in to visit.” 

You want to burst the door down, you want to holler and scream and pull Ellie out of Abby’s grip and tell her to fuck off straight to Hell but instead you find yourself mimicking Abby’s actions. Your fingers having finally given up the fight and slipped right under your skirt, most definitely stretching the whole thing to bits but right now you couldn’t care. All you could do was drag the pad of your middle fingers right over your panties, feeling your soaked folds through the thin fabric as you let out a gasp at the intense burning pressure coming from your crotch as you watched your girlfriend grind and rut against another woman’s palm like a bitch in heat.

“Bet you act all high and fucking mighty once you clock out, go home to her and whine about mean ol’ Abby huh? Bet you don’t fucking tell her what a goddamn fucking irritating little shit you are. Fucking up orders, forgetting to clean out the filter, grinding Colombian beans into the same jar as the Ecuadorian blend.”

Each of Abby’s taunts were punctuated by a harsh slap right onto Ellie’s reddening, drooling cunt. The sound was damp and Ellie couldn’t hold back her squeals, eyes clamping shut tight as she squirmed her back against Abby’s chest. You gasped again, a digit slowly making its way forth and pushing up and inside of you as you watched Ellie’s chest rise and fall and bounce in such a pornographic manner you find yourself riding your finger to the exact same rhythm.

Abby lets out an animalistic grunt, her rough slaps finally morphing into what Ellie and you were so desperate for, two thick digits working their way into Ellie’s quivering hole, stretching her with no remorse or hint or restraint. Ellie’s moan is silent, her mouth and face twisting with a mixture of shame and pleasure as she once again felt that calloused roughness of Abby’s fingers inside of her. And there you were, fucking yourself stupid to this depraved act, the gushing wetness from your cunt smearing itself over your thighs as you worked your finger in and out of you, lungs on fire as you panted Ellie’s name under your breath. 

“That’s your fucking problem, Williams. You’re such a fucking little brat, always lovesick and distracted by your girl. You need a proper breaking in for all the trouble you give me here. All that helplessness and staring into space isn’t cute and neither is giving me lip and thinking I won’t teach you a goddamn-fucking-lesson about personal accountability.” 

Tears swelled at the corners of Ellie’s eyes and you wished so desperately that you had the guts to push forward and drag your tongue over her cheeks to lick them up but all you could do was shamelessly continue to fuck yourself, your hips growing more and more erratic, bouncing their way to meet your knuckle with each thrust making a most delicious squelch as you made a mess of the floor below you. 

A similar fate was befalling Ellie right now, her thighs so perfectly draped with her juices that you made you squirm and moan and clench around your finger as you watched it shimmer over her trembling thighs.

“I-I-I-I’ll be good, A-Abby please! G-God please just lemme c-cum, please, ‘m gonna explode…” 

For a second you could swear Ellie’s glance, her glazed over eyes that were constantly on the verge of rolling right back into her skull made contact with yours. Through that minor little gap the two of you glanced at one another and the wave of arousal and guilt coursed through both your veins but that was quickly drowned out as Abby made another move.

Another finger, three at once now, Ellie’s poor cunt stretched beyond the limits of your favorite strap now (the darling little pink thing that you’d have her bounce on while you watched that adorable bun of hair of hers bob up and down alongside her hips).  Abby was ruining her, free hand relenting from gripping Ellie’s hips to grab at her cheeks, squishing them and turning Ellie’s lips into the most pathetic display of forced duck face you could imagine but God… it was so hot.

The way her dark green eyes could barely stay open, drool and snot and tears so perfectly staining that usually adorable face twisting and groaning under the pressure of Abby’s vice-like grip. You press your body as forward as it dare reach, unwilling to finally relent and push the door and fall into the sweat and sex drenched room the two woman were currently defiling. No all you wanted to do was ride through your own orgasm, curl your finger into itself and press right into that perfect little spot that sends a million volts of electricity straight from your brain to your cunt as you watched Ellie lose herself in ecstasy.

Abby’s fingers had slowed at this point, but the decrease in speed only meant an increase in sheer thrust force as you watched those slick-coated digits drive themselves knuckle deep with each heartless flick of that thick wrist of hers. 

“She’s watching you Ellie, watching you leak all over the floor like the pathetic, little, loser you are and I know she’s enjoying it. So let me make this clear to you, and her, if you’re gonna fuck around and not take this seriously I’ll be your guiding hand.” 

It’s sick, it’s so sick that your orgasm is right on the tip of your lips (not the ones on your face), your finger frantic and everything but the intense drive to ride this high has escaped your mind. It seems the same is perfectly true for Ellie, you can tell when she’s close, when her toned core ripples as her breathing gets more and more ragged and desperate, as her hips violently buck like a wild Mustang, competing with Abby’s fingers to ride out her own orgasm. 

The wet slapping sounds of Abby’s knuckles colliding with Ellie’s puffy cunt ring loud and true and you whine like a bitch in heat at how much of your girlfriend’s slick is going to waste on the floor and thighs as opposed to being divinely poured down your greedy throat. But it was apparent that meant nothing to Abby, nothing but ruthlessly driving your poor girlfriend over the edge, leaving her battered and bruised and totally fuck-drunk on her fingers. 

With a sneer and a gaze that was seemingly dead-set on piercing through the door and reaching into your very soul, Abby angled her head forward, the grip she held on Ellie’s cheeks being used to tilt her backwards until she aggressively invaded Ellie’s slack-jawed mouth with her tongue. It looked swollen and fat and instantly you feel yourself pant and groan and gasp as Ellie begins to kiss Abby right back. It’s too much. 

For you. For Ellie. 

You bite down on your bottom lip so fucking hard you think you might have actually torn it off as your legs give out and your body grows weary, white blots forming in your eyes and your mind draining itself of any coherent thought as the most violent orgasm you’ve ever experienced rocked through your body. It quite literally dropped you to your knees with a loud groan. 

A similar fate is what Ellie endured through she doesn’t have a chance to vocalize just how hard Abby has pushed her over the edge due to fact the Anderson’s tongue was buried seemingly right down her esophagus but that doesn’t stop her from looking so utterly pathetic and drained as her body vibrates in Abby’s grasp. She squirts. Ellie honest to God squirts right there, on the staff room floor, around the fingers of the same, in her words, grade-A-bitch who had been reaming her for mixing up cup sizes just two days ago. 

Abby works Ellie over for good measure, those fat fingers of hers getting the last few ounces of your girlfriend’s juices spilled before she lets go and Ellie collapses onto the ground, curling in on herself as she whimpers in the bliss of her orgasm. Bliss is maybe a stretch. Ellie looks like she’s gone ten rounds with Godzilla the way she’s panting and drooling and hips still trembling and writhing as if the sensation of Abby’s fingers violating her gaping, clenching cunt hadn’t left her. 

Abby stood tall and proud, leering down at Ellie’s still trembling body as she raised her hand to her face, tongue slithering forward to drag itself up and down over those slick coated digits. You could only barely make out the lurid expression of glee on her lips as they suckled down Ellie’s juices. Before you could catch your breath, before you could even get the strength back in your arm to relieve your finger from inside of you, Abby Anderson strolls, not walks, but strolls forward, prying the door open and revealing your debauchery. 

You glance down to Ellie, who has only just gotten enough wherewithal to shift up from her prone position, her head hanging weakly as she offered you a fractured smile, pale cheeks still heavily reddened with her blush and from Abby’s harsh grip. 

“Clean your girlfriend up. She’s helping me open tomorrow morning.” 

With as little care as one would have for a bug beneath their heel, Abby slips her apron up and off her shoulders and drapes it over your head, leaving both you and Ellie in the dust, to mop up your tears, spit and slick from the floor in her wake. 

After what seems like eons, you crawl your way to Ellie, unbinding her hands and allowing her head to lazily rest in your stained lap. Those big doe eyes flutter up at you as you stare down at her, a shaky hand snaking into her hair as both of you began to return to a normal breathing pattern. 

“H-Hope she goes easy on me tomorrow…” 

Ellie lets out a forlorn sigh, turning into you, burying her head into your chest and you can tell she can hear how hard your heart is still beating.

“If she doesn’t… I hope she lets me watch…” 

Is all you can think. 

[aj-lenoire]

i’m gonna rank the invinci-twerps

fully-masked invincible — admittedly i'm compelled by his desire not to conquer the multiverse but reunite with his mother, i wish we'd gotten a scene with our debbie and him. 4/10 mama's boy

unmasked invincible (not pictured) — he seems polite, i like his uniform, and he says he misses william, so again i'm intrigued!! i wish we'd seen them interact, or heard why he misses william. 3/10 lbr probably killed him

scarvincible — i am at least somewhat curious about an evil mark who both betrayed his world and rejected the viltrumite empire. 2/10 fugly on the inside

droopy — what is even the purpose of that stupid little face curtain?? keeping bugs out your mouth while you fly?? certainly didn't help against the zombie robots now did it. 1/10 at least he had a funny line

goggless — the entire point of the goggles was to keep the wind out of your eyes while flying, dumbass. also he is way too hype about murdering even by evil invincible standards 0/10 i AM kinkshaming

bald cap — doesn't know who oliver is, was kind of curious about how he/other marks would react to a half-brother, especially one who's from a 'lesser' species. -1/10 the vibes were rancid

bumblebee — the way he screamed for angstrom after being transported to the sand dimension was so pathetic, but he killed nolan and that ain't nothin! -2/10 NO CAPES

viltrumite — wow you're so cool for doing exactly what your dad told you to do. also you got your ass beat by a furry. -4/10 bootlicker doesn't have an original bone in his body

utility belt — got his neck snapped by the zombie robots that don't even slow our mark down -7/10 try harder

longvincible — what in the 1980s gymrat -8/10 fuck off back to warrior cats

movincihawk — awful name, worse hair, and he sounds exceptionally whingey. i 100% believe this twerp had nothing better to do than someone else's dirty work -10/10 cringe af

armoured invincible — why? aren't you, like, nigh indestructible? what material would be so strong as to provide any worthwhile advantage? -12/10 you look like a knockoff voltron character

the stache — a variant who joined the viltrumite empire should have at least been strong enough to take on one single opponent -14/10 shave that caterpillar off your lip and accept your dad doesn't love you

sporty spice — how is the fleece baggy at the neck but fitted at the hands?? i'm assuming you're the cringefail one who got fried by fuckin POWERPLEX -18/10 OPEN-TOED SHOES

knockoff omni-man — broke eve's leg and killed his own mother -20/10 you have daddy issues and your hair looks stupid

shoulder-markings (not pictured) — might be the leader of the empire in his universe?? -30/10 openly condones enslaving people and eugenics

big ass goggles — you killed rex. fuck you. -100/10