#agent murphy

[luna-xelaju]

the loves of my life

[a-tale-never-told]

A Manly Talk(Rewrite of A Conplict Man)

Man... What an odd and bizarre experience that must've been for you. I mean, I always assumed that most of Nanami-San's classmates were a bit eccentric, judging by her descriptions of them. but I had absolutely zero idea as to how insane most of 'em are. Must be hard having to deal with all of that, I assume?

Oh, don't even get me started, dude. Most of the time, It's just usually throughout the entire day, somethin' absolutely batshit happens to occur while I'm at my dorms, working on whatever spiced-up gadgets I can assemble in my free time. It's so freakin' irritating and annoying to put up with!

You and me both. I honestly think I wouldn't be able to handle that overwhelming amount of anxiety and pressure to deal with everything all at once. I'd would've just given up and called it an honest day if I'm being truthful with you. And I'd thought Class 76th was the more eccentric one of the bunch!

Nope. They're absolutely sane, compared to the rest of us. At least they didn't have people who speak nonstop gibberish or always blabber about some demonic crap! Makes me think that I'm one of the more level-headed, actually normal guys in the academy if I'm being serious.

Hope's Peak isn't a stranger to recruiting some weird, erratic, and downright uncanny people a lot of the time. As long as you're talented and you pay the required amount of money, it doesn't matter what kind of people are attending this school.

Sounds pretty stupid to me, considering that we've had people with incredibly shady talents attending this school before, do I even need to mention Ted Chikatilo, Ultimate PyroTechnician? I get it's his talent, but the guy's a literal arsonist. He's been itching for a chance to literally set the whole academy on fire, and yet he's still attending as a senior in the Main Course.

Guy's a deranged, wacky, psycho, there's no doubt about it. He can't even stare at a smoking plate of takoyaki without having some sort of creepy organism about the wonderful joys of flames. Gives me the fuckin' creeps every time I'd look at him.

Since we're on the topic of discussing Hope's Peak, there is something that I'm kinda curious about. Mind answering that for me?

??? Hold It! Halt the recording, Danny!

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August 31st, 2043, Mid-afternoon, Hinata-Nanami residence.

*Upon hearing Murphy's command, the cameraman proceeds to halt the recording near the 15th-minute mark during the conversation with Kazuichi, much to Hajime's confusion and befuddlement *

Um...? Can somebody please give me a reasonable explanation as to why we'd just stopped the recording?

Agent Murphy: Well, according to our lead camera expert, Daniel, this particular section of the film reel wasn't supposed to be aired, as it was supposed to be saved for a subsequent recording that would've been untill we reached the near climax of your story. But somehow, we've ended up with this recurring reel by mistake.

Agent Murphy: Now, I'm not a person who's a valuable expert in the fields of photography and cinematography respectively, but it's evidently clear that this tape recording wasn't supposed to be aired, let alone featured at an earlier time than usual. Care to explain what I'm talking about, Hinata?

Hold up, you'd think I've been the one meddling around with the video recordings? I've been resting on the chair throughout the entire interview and now you're accusing me of tampering with evidence?!

Agent Murphy: I'm not accusing you, I'm simply demanding an explanation from you because this entire sequence from around the first quarter of the recording has been rather suspiciously stretched together. So tell me, Hinata: Did you alter the recordings tapes or are you clear of any charges of illegally falsifying evidence?

...!

Agent Murphy: I'd know that you're an intelligent young man with a rather honest way of thinking. So I'm confident that you'll give us an understandable reason as to why you're committing an attempted breach of the contract. May I need to remind you that this is all funded and sanctioned by the United States Marine Corps? So you'll be facing a rather lengthy time in prison if you don't confess now.

...!

Okay, okay! Maybe, I'd probably altered a little bit of footage from what it originally was, but could you seriously blame me for doing that? Yeah, perhaps I've gone way overboard with the whole showing footage idea, but I was impatient about showing this.

Agent Murphy: That's not an excuse! It doesn't excuse you from interfering with federal equipment and technology to suit your own ends! I understand that you're getting worn out from waiting this long, but that's not an explanation for trying to skip important events.

I don't think you understand the picture here, Hubert! It's not just because of me wanting to rush everything up. It's because the people have a fucking right to know what exactly happened that day.

I've lost so many wonderful, kindhearted, genuine people throughout my entire life as a student in Hope's Peak, people who totally didn't deserve the fates decided for them, all because of a conflict that we weren't even a fucking part of! We didn't join of our own volition! We had no damm choice! No free will whatsoever! And yet you're expecting me to calm the hell down and save all of the truth for later?!

Innocent civilians DIED because of you! You've heard that? They're DEAD! GONE! DEPARTED! Their loved ones now have to live with the depressing fact that they were murdered all because of a conflict about bullshit ideals and political nonsense! I regretted every single decision, every single action I'd taken to prevent more bloodshed and deaths from happening and YOU want to hide the reality of the true story from them, simply because it'd make you all guilty by proxy.

Agent Murphy: That's never the intention I wanted! I didn't want countless innocents to be caught up in our confrontation with the Soviets! But you'd have to understand that no matter the outcome, people were going to perish regardless of your and your associates's involvement! I'm not trying to hide anything remotely truthful from you! So get your damm priorities straight and snap out of it, Hajime!!

!!

I...I'm truly sorry for the sudden outburst. It's just that ever since the Cold War ended and I retired to have a family with Chiaki, I've been suffering endless mental relapses. Doctors explained to me as a result of the overwhelming amounts of trauma I'd gotten during my adventures, it leads to me reliving all of the truly fucked up stuff I've experienced.

Agent Murphy: It's completely understandable how you would react to all of this. But you're gonna have to understand that it's all over now. The Cold War had reached its conclusion thanks to the efforts of you and your friends. Japan is now reunified, and an ever-long-lasting piece has now been established, all thanks to you and the contributions you've made to making the world a better place.

Agent Murphy: However, it's becoming rather obvious that you still possess some unresolved issues, due to how much stress and anxiety you've dealt with in the span of a decade. May I suggest recommending a therapy session to clear up any lingering issues you might have? With that psychologist woman, Gekkougahara if I'm not mistaken?

Yeah. Gekkougahara-San, the former Ultimate Therapist. She's been a great source of encouragement throughout the years for both me and the rest of my friends and family. If it weren't for her efforts and being supportive of me whenever I was in a bad place, I'd probably never be as confident as I am now. Seriously though, it's been a long while since I've ever spoken to her.

Agent Murphy: Well, why don't you go seek some advice from her on how to deal with your mental problems? I'd always go to a therapist for some sense of clarity and advice on an issue that I didn't know how to resolve and since Gekkougahara's methods of psychology were talented enough to grant her a position within Hope's Peak, maybe you should reach her or any other therapist you've known to help you.

Y'know... that's actually not bad advice. I've become so accustomed to always suspecting and training myself for some eventual threat, that it's becoming difficult for me to readjust back to a normal life. All I wanna do now is just spend family time with my kid, my beautiful wife, and my old friends.

Anyway, I believe we got a bit sidetracked from what we're talking about, so I'll let you install the true recording back into the film camera if that's fine with you. and Murphy?

Agent Murphy: Yes?

Thanks for having my back, man. I can't stress how much effort you're putting into releasing this documentary to millions of people. That takes dedication and effort, and I can't stress how much assistance you've done for us.

Agent Murphy: My pleasure. After all, I knew that I needed to repay you all eventually for your hard work, and I figured this was a way of expressing gratitude and showing my appreciation for everything you've done for us. But enough explanations, let's resume the recording.

Couldn't agree more with that statement myself, Hubert.

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Monday, September 11th, Souda residence, Late afternoon

Huh? S-Sure, I'd be willing to answer that for you. So, what's the question you wanna ask? Is something wrong? Did anybody hurt you on the way here? Did you suffer an incident on the speedway? Those highways are filled with a lot of traffic these days, y'know?

Nothing like that, but I appreciate the concern. I just had an epiphany since last week, and I was wondering if you could clear up any doubts I'd might have while explaining what I'm gonna say. Is that okay with you?

I don't mind much, bro. Just...Tell me what's on your mind. Surely, it can't be that much of a weird question, right? There's gotta be a reason for why you want to discuss this in private. Otherwise, why would you be just telling me this, all of a sudden?

I just wanna know what brought you all the way here to register into Hope's Peak? I know that the obvious answer is that you're exceptionally talented in your craft, but I want to hear why you've been accepted into Hope's Peak and your reasons for coming there.

W-Whoa, what's with the tone, man? Didn't I just explain the main reasons why I wanted to enroll at Hope's Peak? So what's with you demanding some kind of explanation? What'd I look like to ya, a damm moron?!

Seriously? Because I've don't think that you've explained the entire story thoroughly to me. There's gotta be some explanation or motive that you'd had for registering there in the first place. So I'll ask this question again: Why did you register at Hope's Peak?

...

[limerence-17]

narcos is sooooo good why am i so behind on this (i just started season 3)

[zhenni12]

sleepy after their various family-protecting exploits

[chio-chan2artbox]

They were always married but they didn’t know

[thedailyplatypics]

Me switching from the Barbie to Oppenheimer theater:

[rattoes420]

Stobotnik Week 2025 Day 3: Alternate Universe

[hamable]

Mr. And Mrs. Gukgak

[maniacwatchestheworld]

So I keep seeing people (mainly Perryshmirtz shippers) saying that given the development and growth of Perry and Doofenshmirtz's relationship, that in this new season of the show, Perry is being too rough and mean to Heinz and that Perry is acting too impersonal towards him. I haven't seen all of the episodes available of the new season yet, so maybe he ends up crossing a line, but personally I think that it is entirely in character and justified for Perry to be acting less personable and more aggressive towards Doofenshmirtz in this new season. If Perry is indeed acting more violently than might be strictly warranted towards Heinz in this new season, have you considered that it might be because Perry is rightfully mad at him for returning to evil?

For people who have only watched Phineas and Ferb, Doof returning to evil and Perry returning to stop him might seem like a perfectly normal, natural thing. But the thing is, it's not like nothing has been happening in between seasons. Dan Povenmire has already said that Milo Murphy's Law happened in between these two summers, and Doofenshmirtz was very much present for the events of that series! (To a sometimes intrusive degree, in my opinion.) And Milo Murphy's Law perfectly lays out reasons for why Perry would get legitimately angry at and disappointed in Heinz for returning to evil!

Because in between seasons, Perry has been actively supporting Heinz' turn to good! First by being Heinz' mentor as an animal agent at OWCA. And second, by unflinchingly supporting Doofenshmirtz future endeavors in inventing time travel!

Perry is Heinz's first and firmest believer in his capacity to do good!!! Perry just spent a lion's share of the past year taking time out of his day to check in on Heinz both on and off the clock to make sure that he was doing alright and staying on the path of good- Investing his own time, safety, and even money to make sure that Doof was doing okay! Have you ever wondered what Perry does with his OWCA paycheck? In Milo Murphy's Law, we see that he literally uses it to invest in Doofenshmirtz' future!!!!! No one believes in Heinz's capacity to do good more than Perry!!!

And what does Doofenshmirtz do after Perry has done SO much for him...? Literally the next summer, Heinz returns to evil as if nothing happened! Like, we know that he doesn't have the same kind of malicious intent that he had the summer before, and he isn't truly evil. (See the shopping cart scene.) But just because Heinz has the capacity to do good doesn't mean that he's stopped having the capacity to do great evil still!!! Doof returns to evil, and the first thing he does is literally vaporize a member of Perry's family (albeit accidently), and then deliberately uses said human being that he vaporized to create a Tri-State Area conquering storm!!!!! An action that could have easily killed or harmed people, ESPECIALLY Linda, who I must remind you IS A MEMBER OF PERRY'S FAMILY!

Perry wants Heinz to be and do good things! Perry wants to be on Doofenshmirtz's side! Perry has been nothing but patient, helpful, and supportive for Heinz through all of this! So Doof returning to evil HAS to sting for Perry! Hell, since we know that Perry has invested actual money in Doofenshmirtz's turn to good, is Perry now financially complicit in Heinz' evil actions!??? Did Perry's own money end up going into the machine that literally vaporized Linda!??????

Like... If we were to take doing evil as a metaphor for other self-sabotauging and self-destructive actions, this would be like Perry being the most kind, helpful friend in supporting Heinz through his like... I dunno... Deeply harmful drug problem, only for Heinz to decide to start doing a summer of cocaine after 9 months of being sober, and the first thing he does as part of this summer of cocaine is to punch Perry's sister in the face.

Like, yeah! When no one thought that Heinz could change or be better, Perry stood by and did everything that he could to help Heinz! (You know. Within reason and wouldn't come at the cost of himself.) And then Heinz just went back to do the very thing that Perry was helping him to not do! Heinz betrayed Perry's trust in him. So like... Yeah! After everything, Perry has a bit of a right to be mad at Heinz! And if this is what Heinz wants to do, for Perry's own sake, he had better put down some boundaries! If Heinz wants to be evil again, that's fine, but Perry won't be playing nice with him anymore! If he does something evil, no leniency, Perry will have to firmly put those actions down because that's his job. If Heinz is evil, they can't be friends. If Heinz wants to be nemeses with Perry again, then Perry will play the part. After everything that Perry did for Heinz, this is entirely fair and warranted! Because unlike a certain other doomed Dwampyverse pairing, Perry isn't a pushover and wouldn't take this kind of treatment laying down!

So Perry being less personable and more violent towards Doof after his return to evil? Understandable! Fair! Warranted! Good! It's what they both deserve!

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

Don't Ruin It | Agent Lenny Miller x fem!Reader

summary: Sexual tension comes to a head (literally) when a younger female agent (you) makes a move on her superior agent, Lenny Miller, after a successful undercover mission.

warnings: Infidelity, power-imbalance, hazy consent, praise and dubious humiliation, smut.

word count: 3,300k

ONE SHOT! Who would’ve guessed…

Taking What's Not Yours- TV Girl 🎶

That's so True- Gracie Abrams 🎵

You were partners. Partners. And he was married. Married. There were so many fucking ethical reasons why you shouldn’t but damn it all, you did. 

“I need your wire,” Agent Lenny Miller said over his shoulder as he sorted the equipment back into their cases. Your heart was still racing from the conclusion of your mission, your body was thrumming with adrenaline. You turned to face the hotel mirror and unzipped the back of your dress. When he was done with his brief task, Miller turned and after a moment of hesitation, approached you slowly. He clenched his jaw as he brushed the zipper away so that he could reach the mic-pack secured to the band of your bra. His pale fingers lingered an extra moment longer on the bare skin above and below the clasp as he pulled the pack off. He blinked his heavy eyelashes slowly, wetting his lips as he followed the wire up your back to your ear. His finger trailed over your skin, pretending to hold to the wire as his eyes glanced up to meet yours in the mirror. You removed the mic from your ear and turned back slowly to hand it to him. Miller looked down at you, still holding the pack, his heart racing too but his eyes deadly calm, keeping a level head just like a good agent would. Staring for a moment at the mic-pack, Miller finally exhaled slowly and nodded, taking the mic pack and wire. He switched the device off and looked back down at you again, face-to-face. 

You were a young agent, fresh out of training with an expertise in languages. Agent Lenny Miller was a senior agent, a typical dark, brooding type with attitude issues and a soft-spot for intelligent women. He was always arrogant, but it was because he was always right. God, it was so fucking infuriating. When he wasn’t smiling (which was most of the time), you could barely make out the beginnings of crows’ feet at each outside corner of his eyes. He was in his mid-forties, married with a son. He wasn’t technically your boss but that didn’t make it any more ethical. These were just the things you told yourself as he continued to look down at you with his pale blue eyes. 

He was standing with his feet shoulder-length apart and his jaw still painfully clenched. You reached around to the back of your dress and unzipped it all the way, your chest rising and falling quickly. Miller inhaled deeply as he saw what you were doing. Your black dress slowly slipped down your body to pool at your feet. He let himself look down at your body, covered only by your underwear. He stepped closer, just half a step, his lips falling open as he looked down at your lips. You rose onto the balls of your feet, offering your mouth but he inhaled sharply again and ran his hand over his mouth. 

Miller stepped back and turned. He walked to an armchair in the hotel room and sat down on the edge of the seat, his hands steepled. 

“Len-” you started but he held up a hand to stop you. 

“Shhh, don’t ruin it, don’t ruin it” he whispered gently and looked you over again from the chair across the room. You stood silently in your underwear for a moment until you felt brave enough to move your arms to undo your hair. Your hair fell around your shoulders and you ran your fingers through it, picking out the knots quickly. Once that was done, you looked back at the man and asked him point-blank. 

“Is it your wife?”

“Don’t ask me about her, Y/N.” He responded calmly, his hand still resting against his lips as he stared at you. You raise your chin slightly and inch closer until you're right in front of him. He looks up at you in appreciative silence, like he’s at an art gallery or the symphony. He lets you step between his knees and run your hands down the back of his head starting from the crown. His eyes close slowly and he sighs as your hands stroke his dark hair. 

“If only you knew…” you whispered as your other hand slid down his cheek. Agent Miller’s eyes opened and he smiled softly, leaning into your hand. 

“Know what?”

“How much I want you,” you answered breathlessly, your heart fluttering beyond beating. Miller chuckled in discomfort and inner turmoil. He shook his head and leaned back in the chair, out of reach of your hand. 

“You know as well as I do that we can’t do this, Y/L/N.” 

“Don’t talk like that.” You responded cooly, taking a step back as he watched you, his eyes helplessly trailing over your body. Miller leaned his chin against his closed hand, wetting his lips again as you put more distance between you. You could make out the half-hard bulge in his trousers that he tried to ignore. You two stared at each other for a minute on end, neither speaking as your eyes spoke to your individual desires. Finally, Miller sighed and reached out his hand, palm up and beckoning. 

“C’mere.”

His voice was gentle but sure, as if there were absolutely no hesitation behind his request. You waited another moment before finally stepping back between his legs. His arms opened, inviting you to sit on his lap. You sat on his upper thigh, within the cage of his arms. Miller used his other hand to pull your legs across his lap, so that you were sitting completely across his legs like a child. His open hand rubbed up and down your thigh furthest away from his chest, slipping all the way down to your calf. You looked down at him and exhaled shakily. 

“I-” he started but you pressed a finger against his lips, shushing him gently but firmly. 

“Don’t ruin it.” 

He smirked softly behind your finger and looked at your lips as you moved your head close to his. You dropped your finger and held the curve of his jaw instead, brushing your lips against his. The short stubble on his jaw tickled your fingers as you pushed them down his throat. His hand moved to hook around your waist and his lips fell open, responding to your tease. You exhaled shakily again, this time against his lips before finally kissing him. The kiss was so soft that your lips barely touched, barely moved. He looked up into your face, exhaling tightly before pulling you closer once again. You kissed again and just as softly as before. When you pulled away, you stared at each other in tense silence, the world around you was shrill like a static that separated you two from the rest of the world. 

“Do you want to stop?” You whispered, looking between his blue eyes and his button nose. He briefly pressed a finger against your lips, dismissing your question, before kissing you again. His kiss was harder, stronger, as if he’d finally made up his mind without saying so: he was going to fuck you because damn it, he wanted you so badly. His teeth caught your bottom lip and you moaned against him as your fingers found the buttons of his collared shirt. The process was slow but expertly coordinated as if you already knew each other’s bodies as well as your own. You unbuttoned his shirt, slowly revealing his undershirt once each button slipped out of its eyelet hold. He wore the same undershirts that your dad used to wear beneath his dress shirts, the ones he wore to work, the similarity brought a strange sense of comfort as your hands felt the fabric beneath your hands. 

Miller pulled you to straddle his lap so that you were completely facing him on your knees. You rested your butt on his legs, waiting patiently until his shirt and undershirt were completely removed. He held his arms over his head so that you could pull the shirt away from his bare skin. Agent Lenny Miller was by no means a largely muscular man, he’d left his field days behind him, but he was still fit, still lean and handsome. His arms were still muscular and you could feel the tension of his muscles every time he moved them around you. You sat back, ending your kiss for a moment so that you could look down at his bare chest. His pectoral muscles were tight and defined, his stomach shallow and taught. There was a dusting of freckles across his pale chest and a thin line of dark hair beneath his bellybutton. You pressed your hand against his lower stomach and felt the muscle meet your hand as it tensed. He laid his hands on the chair’s armrests and watched you with a calm expression on his face. 

You slipped off his lap and opened his legs so that you could kneel between them. He ran his hand over his lips as he watched you, his eyes glued to you. You placed your hands on his knees and rose for a moment longer so that you could run your tongue across his collarbones. You dragged your tongue up his sternum, up to his throat, and ended at his jaw with a gentle nip. He shook once beneath you and groaned softly, so quietly that you barely heard it. When you returned to the place between his knees, his lips fell open in a helpless way, as if he were stuck in a trance. When his pants were undone, you ran your hand over his now-very-hard-cock and looked up into his eyes. 

“Go on then,” he whispered, smirking softly as if he were joking. You smiled and pulled down his boxers just enough to find his erection. When it sprang free, he groaned audibly and leaned his head back for a moment. You rolled your tongue around the head slowly, relishing the taste of his precum, showing you just how much he wanted you too. Your hand gripped his shaft and squeezed gently, making him jerk his hips. He cursed beneath his breath as you moved your mouth farther onto his cock. You sucked softly, just wanting to prep him, not to make him cum. His hands tightened on the armrests, his nails digging into the red leather upholstery. You took his cock as far as you could without gagging and rolled your tongue before bobbing up and down. 

“Ah fuck, girl. Slow, slow” he praised gently and closed his eyes as you sucked. When you could hear the distinct sounds of masculine whimpers, you stopped and looked back up at him. Miller exhaled tightly and ran his hand over your hair, fixing how it fell at the side of your face. His hand dropped to your shoulder and played with the soft skin there before pulling one of your bra straps off of your shoulder. You waited as he did the same to the other strap. He sighed as you stood slowly and stepped backwards towards the hotel bed, never used. Miller removed the last of his clothes and followed you slowly, his hand reaching out for your body. You let him pull you closer and kissed him as he felt for the clasp of your bra. He undid it easily and pulled it off of your arms so that he could feel your breasts. He nearly growled as he squeezed your breasts, feeling the hard nipple between his fingers. Miller picked you up easily and laid you back on the bed. He took your knees and pulled them apart so that he could stand between them. Still kissing you, he fit his hands beneath the bands of your thongs on your hips. His hands rubbed back and forth on your love-handles, in no rush to take off your underwear. 

“Turn over, agent Y/L/N,” he muttered against your lips. 

You nodded slowly, your lips starting to feel swollen and hot. You flipped over onto your stomach and felt his hands cup your butt before pulling down your underwear. He pulled them down your knees, over your calves, and off your ankles. 

“Look at you. Good girl…” he whispered and tossed the underwear to the side. You pushed your butt up, signaling your need for him. Miller chuckled briefly in understanding and spread your knees again with his hands. With one of his hands, he feels over your wet cunt and leans over you to nip your shoulder. 

When you moan he nods, “I know, I know. Me too.” 

His long, rough fingers teased you cruelly as you bit your lip to keep from whining. 

“Miller…” you whispered after a while of waiting and teasing. The senior agent smiled and leaned closer to your ear. 

“Patience, girl. It’s an agent’s best virtue.” 

You rolled your eyes and started to respond snippily before you felt him press against you, groaning. He pumped into you, hitting your ass with each quick gentle stroke. His hand that wasn’t being used to support his body went to your chin and pulled your head to lie flat on the side. 

“How does it feel?” He asked. 

“Hhha,” you tried to speak in a small breathless voice. He moved his hand back to your hip so that he could thrust deeper. 

“Mmm fuck, you’re tight,” he panted and moved faster, harder. You cried out in pleasure and arched your back as much as you can beneath his body. “Tell me when you’re close.” 

He groaned in pleasure as he found a good rhythm, your cunt gripping his cock better than his wife ever could. You moaned loudly, nearing yelling as he held you down and subjected you to the brutal honestly of his fucking. 

He leaned down over you to rub his lips against your smooth upper back. He kissed your shoulder blade and slowed his thrusts, savoring the intimacy of your bodies. He moved his hips forward in a slow and flexed manner, straddling the line between climax and continuity. 

“Good girl. Good. fucking. girl.” He muttered, his lips still barely touching your back. 

“Shit I’m close,” you whined, your thighs shaking out of your control. As soon as the words left your mouth, Miller pulled out and picked you up by your hips. Nearly cradling you in his arms, he swapped places with you and placed you on top of his freckled upper chest. 

“Sit,” he instructed calmly, “I’ll finish you off,” he gripped your thighs, waiting for you to move onto his face. You were panting and red in the face and it took a moment for you to realize what he was asking. With another reassuring nod from him, you shifted your body up and slowly lowered yourself down onto his face. You were skeptical and awkward until you felt his tongue glide over the lips of your sex. His nose rubbed against your clit as he sucked and lapped at your cunt. Your mouth fell open and your thighs immediately reacted by quivering. You placed your hands over his, still on your thighs, and cried out. 

“That’s it,” his voice was muffled but still clear as he felt your orgasm building again, “I won’t stop you this time.” 

Your body tried to jerk away from his mouth as your climax came on fast and strong but Miller kept you close to his lips. His arms didn’t let you leave even as you writhed from pleasure. You panted loudly, whining, until you finally orgasmed. Miller felt you orgasm against his mouth and waited until you had ridden it out before letting you pull away. You moved back enough for him to sit up. You were both panting and high on pleasure which made it impossible to speak. Miller looked you up and down, his way of asking if you were ok. You nodded softly and he nodded in return. 

“You didn’t finish,” you observed breathlessly, straddling his lap as he leaned against the headboard.

“No?” He raised a brow, pretending to be ignorant. 

“No, you didn’t.” 

“You’re observant, good for you agent Y/L/N,” he responded evenly, raising both of his brows so that his forehead creased into that judgmental look he did so well. 

“Fuck you.” 

“Already did. Try again,” he tilted his head to the side slightly and nearly smirked. His biceps curled as he ran his hands up and down your arms. When you cocked your eyebrow back, calling him out on his bullshit, he sighed and resigned. 

“That was for you, not for me,” he explained calmly, his eyes meeting yours. 

“Making me finish, you mean?” You asked slowly, your brows furrowed more. 

“Yes,” he nodded slowly and pursed his lips, “that was for you. I wanted to make you come.” 

“And now what?” 

“What do you mean?” Miller asked, confused. 

“What do we do now?”

“We put on our clothes and go back to doing our jobs,” he answered with a half-hearted shrug. You scowled and shook your head. 

“No.”

“No?” He repeated. 

“You want this too, as much as you try to deny it and shame me for it. I’m not just a pity-fuck. Look me in the fucking eyes and say that you didn’t want me,” your voice dropped and you grabbed his shoulders, your fingers digging into his muscles. He held your gaze calmly but his heart beat faster. His jaw clenched and unclenched as he considered his response. Deciding against words, Miller grabbed the back of your neck and forced you into a hard kiss. You were caught by surprise and moaned tightly as he pulled you close and found your tongue to suck on, delirious with passion. His hands wrapped around you and flipped you over where you were then lying on your back beneath him. 

“Fine, how’s this? I’ll look you in the eyes while I fuck you,” he growled and helped himself inside you. Like this, you could see his bright blue eyes as he held himself up over your body. He was already grunting and panting as he started to move back and forth. Both of your mouths fell open and you cried out in more pain than pleasure at this overstimulation. One of his hands wrapped around your throat, his thumb playing with the ridges of flexed muscles as you panted beneath him. His eyes only left you once when he dropped his head to your breasts to take one of your nipples between his teeth. He didn’t press hard, just enough to make you whimper. He flicked his large tongue over your breast, teasing the nipple with quick aggressive flicks. Your back arched and he growled in pleasure against your chest as he allowed himself to feel his orgasm. He returned his head to its original position so that he could watch your facial expression as he came. His mouth was open, his lips wet and pink. His cheeks hollowed everytime he panted, hitting your hips hard with his at the same time. He said nothing as he came, just slowed his thrusts, focusing instead on going as deeply as he could. His eyes closed and he shuttered, cumming inside you. 

When it was over, Miller remained fixed above you, his grip loosened around your neck. He traced his finger up and down your throat in a strange show of affection. 

“Alright?” Miller asked in a deep, heavy voice. You nodded and ran your hand over his chest. 

“You?”

“Alright.” He nodded once. You stared into each others’ eyes, panting and exchanging hot breath. 

“Alright,” you whispered. 

Another moment of silence passed. 

“Alright,” he repeated, staring now at your lips. Slowly, Miller inched closer. Slowly, your lips touched once more. 

Alright.

[magicaleraser94]

Rare photo of Secret Agent Riz "The Ball" Gukgak, and his beautiful hair.

[aro-ace-chaos]

If we won’t get canonically aro/ace/aroace characters, we’ll just claim them. Here’s my personal list so far (some are technically half-canon, but nothing on here is 100% definitively confirmed afaik, much as I wish some would be). Feel free to add!!!

Elsa (aroace)

Merida (aroace)

Moana (aroace)

Mulan (aroacespec)

Phineas Flynn (arospec)

Perry the Platypus (aroace)

Milo Murphy (acespec)

Ahsoka Tano (aroace)

Luke Skywalker (aroace)

Alastor (aroace)

Charlie Morningstar (acespec)

Blitzø (arospec)

[a-tale-never-told]

And then Agent Murphy is hit with the reveal that the White House got bugged by the Anons. That must be a shock assuming he is American.

Yeah, that was an absolute shock to his face indeed. He fainted after hearing that.

[staiyn]

more memes of Cillian Characters

[id-have-2-nickels]

I'm sorry what in the Agents of SHIELD is going on here?

what do you mean Ming-Na Wen and Brett Dalton are voicing a secret agent duo and I'm only realizing this now???

[yen-sids-tournament]

Disney Channel Crossovers: Animated Shows

There were so many crossovers! so instead of individual cases, we're asking about the shows in general. Might do something else again later in the week...