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Refuge | chapter three.

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chapter three: damning rebirth

wordcount: 3.8k - my longest work yet lmao summary: what if reader and joel were married before the outbreak? warnings:��angst, estrangement, anger, violence, sad, its like centered around finding yourself again, reader and joel are both quite complicated broken ppl im trying to do them justice, not much joel he’ll be in the next chapter i promise.

You didn’t speak to him for weeks after that first afternoon. You’d run out of words to say. You stopped speaking to his brother, too, for keeping you in the dark; ignoring Maria’s justifications, the constant droning of “…he did it to keep you safe, you know? So you wouldn’t leave Jackson’s safety and run after Joel. You could have died. Sarah’s death would have broken you, like it broke him, and you should be thankful that…”

You tuned her out after a while. It was getting tiring coming up with rude adjectives to describe how wrong she was in your head. There was no fight left in you to even protest, so you just left the room while she was talking. You loved her, but there were days you thought she just enjoyed hearing herself talk. Which she was extremely welcome to do, but with the acknowledgement that you would rather walk into a bloaters' den unarmed than sit through it.

Tommy had lied to you, kept the truth about your family from you, and no matter how many ways he spun it, it wouldn’t change the fact that when your first fucking words to him were asking about Joel and Sarah, he had looked you in the eyes and lied through his goddamn teeth when he said he didn’t know. He could go crying to Maria all he liked. You’d need a while not to recoil with disgust every time you saw him no matter how many times you got told to stop acting like a child. When Tommy realised the extent of your anger, he attempted to remedy it by telling you everything. Sarah getting shot on outbreak day - you still winced when he said it- and Joel’s time in the QZ, with a woman called Tess. You didn’t even know what to make of that. You probably couldn’t unpack your feelings about it if you tried. How he found the girl you’d gotten alarmed by - the job he got, how he took her in, how he lied to her and why she won’t look at him now.

You didn’t even bother forming opinions about any of it, let alone voice any. Thinking was futile; your thoughts or ideas or opinions or offense wouldn’t change anything, would they? You continued the same monotonous routine you had established for the past year or so since you arrived to Jackson, this time with even fewer occasions of leaving the house for a party or drink.

The shop and your bedroom became your life, the only people you spoke to were those looking for books. You’d collected them for years in the hope that if the outbreak ever got under control, there would be literature somewhere for humanity to remember what it used to be. Or perhaps a relic, serving as a legacy for a species long gone. Something, just to yell at the world and all those to come after, that you were here, even when you weren’t really. You hadn’t quite been here since the day the world had ended. Since the day you had lost everything. And now, twelve years later, all of it just came crashing back.

The pain was as if someone had crawled into your flesh, peeled your ribs back, and plucked your heart out.

Sarah had become less of a person and more of a concept to you over time. The intangibility that very literally gave you strength when you lay bruised and beaten, held down and overlooked by snarling strangers. She had been your salvation; your everything. Losing her wasn’t something you had truly came back from the first time around, suppressed guilt and fear and worry gnawing at the back of your mind. The reappearance of all of it, overshadowed this time by crippling guilt, was a cruel albeit welcome one. You wanted to feel bad - because much like Joel, it was what you deserved. You had failed - not only as a mother but as a wife, too. You should have just gone home on time that fucking night, but life got in the way as if often used to back then. All those little things that got blown out of proportion like work and deadlines and projects and careers didn’t even matter now. You should have come home. You should have been there.

You didn’t even want to imagine how Joel felt. To you, the ache was a phantom limb - trailing you wherever you went, interwoven with your shadow. To him, it was a stain on his hands that he never seemed to be able to rub out; he could always see a tinge of crimson coating his fingers, ever since that night.

Neither of you could look the other in the eye anymore.

Yet, even after all of it life simply went on, stuttering but still relentless in its proceedings. Pink, jagged scars marred the flesh of time as it stretched around the metalwork of the lives you had fought to keep, yet lost the worth of anyways. Fate is seldom kind.

It wasn’t too peculiar, this distance. Ironically, even after all these years, you both understood the other perfectly - as if each thought either of you had, each feeling you felt, was respected and loved and relayed by the refuge of your marriage, still. You understood that he was too ashamed by his self-proclaimed failure to speak to you, and he understood that the loss had so wholly devoured you that you wouldn’t have the strength to look in his eyes and be reminded of hers for a while.

The song and dance continued, the delicate persuasion of ensuring not to jolt the fragile existences the other had created for themselves. Joel didn’t come near your bookshop, and you didn’t go near Tommy, lest the words ‘family dinner’ be spoken into existence. Truly, he was idiot enough to suggest it. As if all that your currently brilliant (more like fractured) relationship with your husband (was he still? what about tess?) needed was a dinner with his brother, his sister in law, and the kid he had apparently adopted, lied to, and was now in a rough spot with. Gotta love reunions, no?

In another life, you would have stepped in. You would have spoken to either of them - perhaps even made more of an effort to include Ellie in your own life to ensure that after all she had been through, she wouldn’t feel alone even when she wasn’t doing well with Joel. In this life, though, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Joel acted like a selfish, moronic liar, sure. But if this kid couldn’t see, that at his very core, he was just plain scared - that he practically shook in his (adorable) cowboy boots anytime someone mentioned what happened to Ellie - then, great, she deserved Joel not realising that it was her decision to save humanity; to pay the price, to do what it took; entirely independent of him, or anyone else. You tamped down on the cynical part of you sneering at the romantic heroism of it all. The world knew now, better than before, how selfish man was. How utterly human, for Joel to struggle to separate his feelings for his own daughter and the one he had taken in; for Ellie to be too caught up in her own view to even consider what Joel was going through. It was almost like one of those plays you used to enjoy reading - like a Greek tragedy. The hamartia of both heroes was humanity alone.

They’d come around, eventually. Joel and Sarah always did, too.

The irony lay mostly in the fact that you had spent a decade craving him - his comfort and his warmth. The kneading of his large hands on your back after a long day; the scratch of his stubble when he nuzzled into your neck from behind. The years you didn’t have him were spent with only him in mind; a mindless worship of the love you had. Now that he was within reach; close enough to grasp and curl your fingers around, to sink an burrow into; you were… lost. The desperation; the wild frenzy with which you had remembered only them through the years - to have lost one now leaves you clueless about what to do with the other. The cracks that have made their way into your heart - the ones tainting your soul - you see them reflected in him, too. Your first look into his dark eyes told you that he, too, has done too much to be standing here today; that his first kill, too, had been the man he once was. No wonder you can’t bear to look at each other anymore. The grief - not only of what you have both lost, or what you once had, but the grief of who you both used to be - rears its ugly head in any room you find yourselves in together. Look at me, it screams. Look at what the years have done to me. I can’t recognise myself in mirrors anymore. I don’t see who I used to be. I was so beautiful. I was so good. Look at me. Look at me. Look-

Is this how the angels felt when they fell? You’d never know - there were no angels; there was no God. What divinity would allow for any of this to happen? This joke, this mockery of nature. You never were religious, but fumbled prayers had found their way into your vocabulary every night when you didn’t know where Joel and Sarah were. You - who had never even stepped into a church had prayed.

You must have forgotten there was nobody sitting in the sky to listen.

You had made your peace with the mutual decision to avoid him and the girl - not only because you didn’t even know how to start apologizing to her-but because you were content with the mere knowledge that he was here, that he was alive and breathing.

Tommy’s guilt worked in your favor, ensuring that he didn’t try pairing you and Joel up for patrols - likely fearful of the fallout that might occur (but like, what could even happen? another apocalypse?) but the comedown of that meant that you were paired up with Fred, instead. A man who infuriated you to no end, one who found it extremely interesting that you were once married, that you have a child. Had.

His ceaseless questions made you want to rip your hair out, but you refrained - if only so he wouldn’t have another reason to put his arms around you to try ‘calming’ you like last time. He was a bastard, but you didn’t have it in you to challenge him just yet.

Your answers to his enquiries were grunted or simply monosyllabic, your irritation clear as day in the set of your jaw, the slant of your brow. Nevertheless, like the dumbfuck he was, he persisted. So then how was this your fault?

It had been a decent morning. You’d gotten up early in time for the patrol, taken a shower, drank some water and arrived at the stables. But as you stood outside, you could hear the commotion of people inside - boisterous cheering and laughing as if one would hear in a pub. Interest piqued, you inched your way to the entrance of the barn silently, trying to understand what was going on.

“…fuckin’ whore’s been leading me on for like half a year, turned out she was married the whole time. Dodged a bullet, though. Nearly lost her shit when he told her that her kid died. Went completely apeshit and ruined my goddamn shirt with her snot- nearly clawed through my arm, too. Feel bad for the poor husband, had to yell at everyone to get out just so he could calm her crazy ass down. Everyone’s lost someone, lady. Get over it, right? Plus, girl that age wouldn’t have done too well at a QZ, know what I mean? Wouldn’t have gone untouched, anyways.” He paused for them all to laugh at the supposed comedic gold in his words - him and his little pack of primitives - and all you could do was stand there, glued to the spot in shock.

The fucking audacity. Leading him on? You fucking tried your best to get him to stop talking to you, stop touching you - and you didn’t claw at his arm because you were crazy, you did it because you were fucking panicking and some idiot was making it worse by caging you in. And that was brushing aside what he said about Sarah. No, that had you seeing red, chest heaving.

Fuck, the old you would have broken his nose on the first day. Never is too late to do the right thing, is it?

Just like before, a laugh was forming in your chest. A giggle at first, before you were chuckling, clapping a hand to your mouth and horrified with your own humour. The joke here was priceless, though. See - the world had ended, God was dead, and you were worried about being lightly reprimanded? Fuck that, and fuck him. You hadn’t let yourself feel fear out there. You hadn’t let yourself feel despair, and you sure as hell hadn’t let yourself feel hope. Joel’s arrival forced you to confront all the pain you had ignored. This cunt of a man was managing to unearth all the anger you had neglected, too. His fucking funeral.

Your tongue sat agitated against your teeth in anticipation, waiting to give way to the venom lacing the words in your brain.

Fury sparked in your blood, washing away all your hesitation. Fragmented, she etched herself into the ring of black that blew out your pupils; the unfaltering thumping of your heart in your chest. The threads of your fate were now in her slender, silhouetted hands, and all that was left for you to do was obey. Not that you had a choice.

Before you could so much as blink, you had burst into the crowd. Fred’s eyes widened at the wild snarl on your face, begging and apologizing.

He was unaware, though, of just how sick you had become of apologies. Tommy’s apologies, Joel’s apologies, Maria’s shitty ones, and then the sympathetic apologies you’d been getting from customers because apparently word of Sarah and her role in your life had spread like wildfire throughout Jackson. Joel wouldn’t have shared it, nor would Tommy- not when he knew you were two seconds away from breaking his nose just weeks ago. That left the kid Joel bought-Ellie-or Fred. And something just told you it wasn’t the girl. You’d trust Joel’s judgement blindly any day.

His empty sorrys fell upon deaf ears, his trembling voice cracking as he repeated them over and over.

You grinned, baring your teeth.

“Hello, Fred. Hello, everyone. Having a party and I wasn’t even invited?” You pouted mockingly. “Y’ know what I personally think is absolutely, knee-slappingly hilarious?” You paused, watching their curiosity grow as they fell hook, line and sinker for the cheerful façade, furrowing ther brows in question and stepping in closer. “How untouched you look, asshat.” Your grin dropped just as you rocked back on your heels, surging forward within a split second while throwing all your weight into your fist.

Just as it collided with the asshat's jaw.

“What the fuck were you thinking? You’ve been…frazzled since Joel came back, fine, but I cannot excuse your behaviour just because I know you or because you’re family. This was absolutely out of line, is that clear?” Maria stopped her pacing to turn to you, expecting a justification or an apology. You offered neither. When you refused to so much as look up from your split knuckles, she threw her hands up, huffing at her husband, who was leaning against the table sheepishly while wincing every time her voice rose as she yelled at you.

The door swung open and Joel practically stumbled in, eyes searching wildly until they landed on you curled up on a chair with your hands in your lap. Did news seriously spread that fast, even now? Guess people don’t have much to do when the world has ended.

“Look- I know, I know you went through a lot. At first, you were spacey and Tommy told me to just leave it alone. Then, you got the bookshop and you just spent all your time there or on patrols, never even trying to integrate yourself here, and I’ve let it go because he-“ a finger in Tommy’s direction, “-begged me to. Let go of your little…tantrum with Ellie, too. I watched Tommy mope around and I said nothing even when you refused to accept that he hadn’t told you about Joel, for your own good.” Tommy flinched, but she went on. “I just can’t do it this time. You broke Fred’s jaw, you know? He is a contributing, well-liked citizen in Jackson. Not a recluse. I didn’t believe you’d done it until I saw the state of your hand. You’re always so quie-just-just give me one fucking reason you would punch him.” She was panting by the end, her chest falling rapidly under the weight of her own tirade.

Joel had planted himself directly between you and Maria, as if trying to protect you from the onslaught of her words. He looked more apologetic than you did, hands extending towards her while he took a deep breath, attempting to placate her.

“Maria-now just wait a damn minute, she wouldn’t-“

Was he defending you? When had that happened? When had you become this-this blubbering, weak version of yourself that Joel had to protect?

The cold, unforgiving numbness loosened its grip; fear, guilt but most strongly, shame coiling in your gut. Maria was right, in her own fucked up way. You had retreated so far back into yourself that all that was left within your grasp now was mere tendrils of who you used to be.

Sarah would have been proud of me for punching the bastard, though.

The thought rang in your mind as you raised your head, squared your shoulders. Took the stutter out of your voice, and looked Maria right in the eyes.

“Your contributing, well-liked citizen said Sarah was lucky to die. That she wouldn’t have gone untouched in a QZ. Whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean. And thanks to how well liked he is, I didn’t get a chance to tell you that he’s been touching me for months. That he took advantage of the fact that I was too fucking broken to say anything, to anyone. It’s not like you would’ve believed me.” You watched both Millers’ faces harden, brows furrowing as fury began sinking her talons in their flesh. Joel looked murderous, jaw set at that angle you knew meant he was livid. Good. You had been, too. Tommy looked shocked, anger painting his features, and his wife just looked terrified, eyes darting from you to Joel, wide and panicked. It made you smile at her, the curl of your mouth dripping with condescension and mockery.

“Maria, I’m so sorry you’ve had to overlook this many…grievances, let’s call them. I’ll work on my attitude here, I promise. I’ll go to book club and gossip about my husband and my dead daughter. I’ll do my hair and cut my nails and smile at people who don’t fucking deserve it. Hell, I’ll even forgive Tommy.” You pause, nodding at him, watching the relief in his eyes. Smile dropping, you meet Maria’s gaze again.

“But here’s what I won’t do- I won’t stand in a room with that asshole again without breaking all the other bones in his body. I won’t stay quiet next time his hands are on me - I’ll snap his fucking neck. Anyone else with anything else to say about Sarah - even if it’s just goddamn condolences - will find themselves in a similar predicament. Is that clear?” She blinked at you, mouth wide open at the radical transformation in you as you spoke, taking so long to nod that you doubted she’d heard you at first. You didn’t blame her - you’d folded in on yourself, made yourself small these past few years. Become meek: looking at the floor, wringing your hands; doing absolutely anything to avoid confrontation or issue. You’d been too tired to fight or stand on your own two feet, and everyone had focused on the wobble in your voice; the wet lining in your eyes; the shake of your hands, and just decided that just because you chose not to challenge them, you weren’t capable of it. Fuck that.

Joel’s eyes shone as he looked at you, chin dipping in acknowledgment as he, too, had a stunned look on his face. You just shrugged back at him, swinging your legs and getting up, walking out of the house without so much as a glance over your shoulder.

The flame that had forged your spirit - the fire burning in your veins, the one snuffed out long ago - flickered back to life. Dim, shaky, practically translucent - but ignited.

And fuck, it felt good to be back.

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badchoicesworld · 1 year ago

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i hear you requested requests! ive got one!!

hobie x masc reader that's gwens older brother (ik its not canon, but the canon can fuck itself) (sorry miggy)

i dont really have anything in mind for reader's personality or whatever (so thats up to you!) but id like if reader liked to draw (thus ended up drawing hobie and got caught by him hahaha cliches i love them)

where hobie meets gwens older brother (you !)

hobie x masc!reader

this actually gave me hella ideas, im gonna link it to what happened in the movie (sorry it took a while, life fucked me)

didn’t specify if it was platonic or romantic (WHICH IS FINE ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥) so i’ve just done general shit for both lmao

warnings: none

pairing: hobie brown x masc!reader

requests: open, i cant let the demons catch me

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when you first meet hobie you’re so very thankful to him for taking care of your little sister

if gwen managed to hide her being ghost-spider from your guys’ dad, then she likely hid it from you, too

but obviously, your dads gonna have to tell you why gwen didn’t come home one day

you’re crushed, naturally. likely furious at your own dad for literally firing a warning shot at her

might have ran away yourself, maybe hobie comes to your rescue too

or maybe you two meet while hobie’s dropping off his homemade gizmo for gwen, and you’re so unbelievably thankful for him and his generosity when you meet him

of course you will be, he took your sister in while you couldn’t do anything to help

hobie’s probably side-eyeing yours and gwens dad but is happy to get along with you if you’re gwens bother

he cant stay for long at that moment in time, got a multiverse to save and all that

but the brief interaction opens doors to many opportunities in the future

hobie gets to hear about the brief reunion between you and gwen from her, after she went back to her own dimension before it was show time

he becomes very intrigued by you

next time you two meet is likely after they save the multiverse (WHICH THEY WILL WITH ZERO CASUALTIES UNLESS ITS MIGUEL.)

BUT GENERALLY SPEAKING NOW

miguel definitely doesn’t approve of hobie using his watch to travel dimensions just to see you or gwen, still does anyway if he doesn’t just build his own

probably came to see gwen, pick her up to bring him to his own dimension, whatever

sees you instead, target acquired

hobie’s heard plenty about you from gwen, likes to think you aren’t strangers so is super friendly, overly even

catches you in your room, drawing in a well loved sketchbook

definitely does that thing where he just fucking appears behind you, he’s that quiet when walking despite the accessories

he’s looking over your shoulder while you draw silently, you might be too distracted to notice or you’re immediately started by him

smug asf when you finally catch on, is especially entertained if he’s caught you drawing him, god forbid

wouldn’t be surprised though, he likes to make people stare so is honestly complimented if you’ve been trying to draw him since first seeing him

doesn’t just snatch ur sketchbook and start looking through it though, unlike someone

as an artist, he gets it

you’re probably super protective over ur sketchbook actually because of gwen, smh

will probably banter a little bit about that, tease something about gwen that you’d both be victim to, like her tendency to borrow things without permission

find common ground yknow

“ain’t it a pain when she [gwen activities]” but you’re not being mean ur bonding it’s fine, we don’t slander gwen (i do however have some strong words)

starts hanging out with you on the odd chances gwen isn’t home, just casually in your room at first

starts off talking about your guys’ interests, seeing if you have things in common

probably listening to music together

the closer you get, he starts to actually travel dimensions just to see you

casually waves to gwen before ducking into your room

is happy to just kick back there, but is also happy to go out and do things at that point

the more you hang out, the more your dad and gwen begin to tease you- which is nothing in comparison to the shit hobie faces

gwen easily told everyone else about you two hanging out, he never hears the end of it now regardless of dimension

hobie starts using the front door instead of just appearing in your room “son, your boyfriend’s here” ur devastated why would ur dad say that

THENN hobie starts to come to your dimension for you more than gwen, has probably already invited you back to his once or twice but now he’s a lot more frequent with invites, wants you to consider his place a second home (in case you ever wanna run from home, cough)

say something does blossom between you two, obviously you don’t label it cause hobie’s not about that

you get promoted from “gwens brother” to “hobie’s boyfriend” at some point even if you don’t use labels- that’s only if ur not like too close to the rest of the friend group, but i imagine you’ve gotta be

hobie probably talks more about being spider-man relatively early on considering the topic, but since you know his secret identity it doesn’t really matter to him

the closer you are, the more into his stories he is

is ready to reenact the whole thing for you now so it’s like you were there

draw each other, i dare u

make playlists for each other, perhaps ?

there’s a lot of gwen snitching to each of you

and then you two do with that information together what you will later

like if you’re just being gay for each other it’s wild how fast gwen goes to the other and is like “guess what he said” she is not slick about it

hobie can be found at ur place more often then not, your dads a little more iffy about you going to a different dimension

still, very grateful to be welcome in your home but hobie definitely prefers to kick back at his

hobie loves to bother gwen about your whereabouts, if you are a thing or not “where’s your brother at?” he’s pretending to be cool about it

does your dad approve ? who cares

but nah he’s way more open minded after the incident, thinks hobie is a peace of work and probably his own son too if you’ve got a similar personality, in that case you’re perfect for each other

if not he’s just happy you’re happy, that’s all he cares about

obviously gwen supports it, likes to claim she introduced you guys and you owe your relationship to her when she tries to win in an argument/conversation

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#across the spiderverse #headcanon #spider man: across the spider verse #hobie brown #hobie spiderverse #imagine #atsv hobie #oneshot #ask #male reader #hobie x you #hobie x y/n #hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #hobie brown x male reader #hobie brown x masc!reader #atsv gwen

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taeraeszn · 11 months ago

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could you do like matthew with an academic achiever reader ... he's very golden retriever to someone's black cat. like i can see a university au athlete x student council vibez (personally am academic achiever student council pres so like i could use a guy like Matthew)

an unexpected bond - seok matthew

characters: matthew x gn!reader

description: matthew was the opposite of you, but somehow you two found a spark in one another. one that made your heart beat.

word count: 2.1K (omg i didn't even realize that as i was writing this LMAOO)

warnings: maybe be some typos, i was writing this in a rush to complete it. but i don't see anything else as i re-read it but pls lmk if there is!!

a/n: OMG TWO WHOLE MONTHS WITHOUT POSTING i feel like i betrayed everyone, i'm so so sorry!! life just hasn't been great recently and the break was well needed. as i posted two weeks ago, i'll be slowly releasing things as i have a reaction post after this (hint hint it's a bit more suggestive lmao). but it made me realize how much i missed posting and writing <3

also sorry if i missed the whole point of your request i feel like i went a totally other different direction :( but i hope you all enjoy it!

you were always the perfect model student in middle and high school, everyone was able to predict that you’d be first place for exam marks as well as you always being in principal honours. you were able to carry your skills into university where you try to keep a gpa that’s 4.0. nothing was able to get into your way…until you met seok matthew.

matthew was a very likeable athlete in your university, everyone gushed over his sweet looks and kind personality, there was nothing to hate about him. he kept a good image away from his basketball skills. many girls loved the fact that he was single and took every chance they got to ask him out or compliment him.

you were setting up for the upcoming events happening in your university. there were going to be some high schoolers coming to visit the campus as well as some special performances happening in the gymnasium. you were put in charge of handling those which were already enough on your plate aside from your own course. you didn’t think that anything would occur between that time.

as you were setting up the gymnasium decorations, a basketball slowly rolled towards you, stopping just at your feet. before you could pick it up, you heard someone faintly yelling until the voice got closer.

“that’s mine! sorry i should’ve been more careful.” someone said, as you looked up, you saw a handsome guy with sweat dripping everywhere as if he just ran a marathon. he had muscles which you could tell from his biceps. his hair was a blonde shade and his smile was quite contagious, causing you to smile slightly as well.

“it’s fine. i was just setting up the decorations here.” you looked down at your list, crossing off the things that were already dealt with and completed with your pen. matthew also took a look at it but you quickly pulled it up to your chest, concealing it.

“was i not supposed to see that?” he chuckled, pointing at your clipboard. you slowly nodded, unsure of what to say.

“uh..yeah.” he picked up the ball that was still on the ground. once again giving you that irresistible smile.

“well… i’ll see you around then!” he dribbled the ball back to the court and shot it in perfectly, causing cheers to erupt from the small crowd watching him. mostly girls.

you thought that would be the end of seeing matthew but after that one meeting, it would be endless encounters of you running into each other. it was as if it was happening on purpose, like the world was telling you to converse with him a bit more.

so you did. it happened to be a day like any other where you were studying in the library with headphones on. every other seat beside you was vacant and you had that small space to yourself, something you absolutely loved. peace.

as you were checking at your notes then back at your laptop, you noticed a familiar figure coming towards you.

“hey…” matthew said, joining you with a textbook and laptop in hand. you weren’t expecting matthew to come at all, you kinda forgot that he was also studying and learning here as well.

“mind if i join?” you slowly nodded giving him the green light and he sat across from you. he opened his laptop and took a look at your notes.

“psychology huh?” he said. somehow he figured out your course by just observing your notes, you were astonished.

“how did you know?” matthew grinned then shrugged, “my friend taerae takes that course too.” he was friends with taerae? you sometimes noticed him in the back of lectures but never had a proper conversation with him other than the times where you had a project together.

“that’s cool.” it was obvious that you weren’t strong with holding a conversation, especially with new people. matthew seemed happy though, giving you a positive smile to almost everything you said and did.

you wanted to ask him what he was taking but your shyness took over, though he knew right away that you were curious.

“i’m doing health sciences by the way, it’s pretty interesting but challenging at times.” it was nice having someone who could carry on a conversation. as you two began getting to slowly know each other, you came to realize that matthew was just an amazing guy, he seemed very passionate about pursuing both sports and his studies, he told you about his journey from when he first started playing basketball to now and how it’s helped him. as well, you shared a bit of insight about yourself such as why you decided to pursue your field of study and what inspired you to do so.

best part was that matthew wouldn’t interrupt you once as you spoke and let you be as open as you chose to. it was like you were able to tell him everything that you were scared to tell others. not to mention how handsome he looked when he was focused on something.

afterwards, it fell silent between the two of you as you began studying. matthew was also immersed in his notes, but he would occasionally gaze at you to see what you were doing. he felt his cheeks heat up while seeing your concentrated face.

as the hours passed, more students began leaving campus and the library became more still as now only you and matthew were present there. you didn’t even realize it but you actually fell asleep after studying. matthew was on his phone texting someone and noticed that you lost your battle to sleep.

“they must be cold…” he mumbled to himself as he noticed that you had no jacket on. he decided to take his own off and cover your body with his in order to keep you warm. your head was resting on your textbook with your hands on the table.

he let you rest and didn’t wake you up, only waiting till you decided to yourself.

half an hour had passed when you finally awoke. “what time is it?” you yawned. he showed you his phone lockscreen that had him and eight other people posing together in a selfie. the time read ‘18:00’ , that was enough to jolt you completely awake. the latest you ever stayed was only four or five o’clock.

“oh god i slept didn’t i?” matthew could only smile at your cute reaction.

“hey but at least you got a power nap!” he got up to place his items inside his backpack then swung it over his shoulder. “i’ll see you around!” he waved goodbye and was about to walk out of the library. but suddenly you felt the urge to do something, you didn’t want to go home alone especially when it was already getting dark outside.

“wait!” you yelled, quickly rushing up to matthew. he watched as you catched up to him, “is it ok if i can go with you?”

matthew chuckled but nodded, “of course! grab your stuff and we’ll head out.” he said. with that confirmation, you grabbed your things and walked out of your university’s building towards the train station.

the whole ride he sat close to you and it helped you feel less lonely with his company. your houses weren’t too far apart from each other so you took the same route as him to get home.

but ever since that day in the library, you began falling for matthew. you would occasionally go to the gymnasium and sit on the bleachers just to watch matthew play and get cheered on by his friends. he was mesmerizing in a way that you couldn’t keep your eye off of him.

when one of his games was over, he approached you and asked for your number. it was a lot having a bunch of eyes on you as he asked for it but you gave him it and he ran away happily to change. getting his number allowed you to hear from him more often, he would text you about what he was doing and had casual conversations with you if it wasn’t about studies.

as your friendship grew even closer, he asked to visit your house so you two could study together in each other’s company and you were up for it. this was the first time that he’d be coming to your house since you didn’t live on campus.

while in your room, he took a look around and noticed the poster’s of many celebrities and idols. you showed him all of your favourite groups which allowed him to get to know you better since you barely opened up about your interests outside of studies.

but most of the afternoon consisted of you two both sitting on your bed with your laptops open and studying the material. though studying was boring, having matthew there made it more endurable. when it became silent, he would speak up and converse with you about almost anything. it was like his brain was full of ideas that were endless.

“hey matt…” you said, looking up from your textbook. he immediately turned towards you, “hm?”

“do you enjoy being with me? it’s kinda boring just studying.” you were worried that he wasn't enjoying this and probably wanted to do something else.

“of course i do! if you don’t want to study we can do something else right now.” he shut his laptop.

“like what?” he grabbed his jacket and got up from the bed causing you to do the same.

“a walk, heading to a store, going to the park nearby, there’s tons of stuff to do!” you smiled then shutting your textbook and doing the same as him.

“then let’s go somewhere!”

what followed next after two weeks passed was that exam season finally ended! you were thrilled to be able to go home and relax without worrying much about studying. but that didn’t stop matthew from asking to come over.

you made sure the house looked extremely cleaned with no mess left behind as you began waiting for him to arrive. when the doorbell rang, you rushed to open it to reveal matthew holding a bouquet of flowers while smiling.

needless to say, you were shocked, “matt?” he waved and came inside then taking his shoes off and heading to your couch.

“hey!” he looked around, then handed you the flowers. they were beautiful red roses that looked expensive. you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that he literally bought some just for you.

“matt…are these for me?” you gave them one more look but even still your eyes couldn’t not focus on them.

“yeah, uh, i actually bought them for a reason since i wanted to tell you something really important.” that sentence caused you to look up at him with a puzzled expression.

“what is it?” he came closer towards you and took the bouquet out of your hands and onto the couch in order to gently grab your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours.

“i like you.” did you hear that correctly?! it took you a good minute to process before you spoke up.

“really? you're joking right?” you asked to make sure. matthew giggled then shook his head, rubbing his thumb on your hand.

“no! why would i? i’ve felt this way towards you for a while but never had the courage to tell you exactly how i feel. i bought you those roses today to show you.”

“they’re beautiful…” you were still in awe.

matthew then gently touched your shoulders, “so give me a chance. i know that we’ve only known each other for a while but i promise i’ll do anything and everything to make you happy.” he said with no hesitation.

the space became silent as you tried to come up with what to say, since this was new for you to be confessed to. however, after being with matthew for the past month and getting to know him, he’s become someone who’s made an impact on you. he helped you become more open and even knows how to make your heart beat whenever you see him. it would be a lie to say that you didn’t want to go further with him.

you took a deep breath as his gaze was still fixated on you, “of course i’ll give you a chance. a million times yes.”

without warning, matthew pulled you into his soft embrace, his arms wrapping around you to keep you in tact.

“god i was so worried to say that. do you know how many times i was practicing this before i came here?” he exclaimed, now feeling relieved that you didn’t reject him.

“well now you have me.” you giggled.

“great cause now i don’t plan on losing you, ever.” his voice muffled into your chest.

“thank you matthew, you make me so happy.”

“of course my love.”

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thirstyforcharacters · 1 year ago

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*The Hunter and the Hunted (Din Djarin x Bounty! Reader)

Summary: You were a master thief who, even when captured, always managed to escape. Maybe, that was about to change.

Warnings: smut!!! 18+ only!!! enemies to (sort of) lovers, hate sex, vaginal fingering, orgasm denial, p in v sex, unprotected sex, slight sir kink, humiliation/degradation, mean (ish) mando

WC: 1941

Notes: The Din Djarin fic is here! I had originally had something totally different planned that I ended up hating lmao, and this is fic number two, which I think turned out much better! Enjoy the filth😈

Stealing was second nature at this point. It was all you knew. At first, it was just a piece of bread from a food stand to feed your hungry sister. During the war, it was smuggling secret plans to either side; you got your paycheck regardless of who you did the job for. Now, it was taking large sums of money, treasure, and other important items from the rich. You were always on the run, though you were used to it by now. You had been caught before, but escaped every time.

This time, you were hiding out in the dense forests of Dantooine, far away from the settlements in the grasslands and hills. It was the same routine. Steal, hide out for a month or so until law enforcement and bounty hunters forgot about you, then steal again. You kind of enjoyed when you got to lay low; it gave you time to rest and plan your next move. But it was now sundown, and the lack of electricity on the planet meant that you couldn’t do much after the sun had set. So you quickly checked your traps, meant to ward off potential intruders, then settled down for the night.

You woke up to the sound of one of your traps going off. Silently, you climbed down from your bed, peeking through the window. You could see a tall figure outside, but they didn’t appear to be trapped. Instead, it seemed he purposefully set it off. Cursing under your breath, you knew this was one of the rare instances that you would have to flee. You quickly and quietly gathered your things and slipped out of the back door, clutching your blaster tightly.

Only for you to be slammed into the ground!

You pushed the figure off of you, purely running on instinct as you fired a shot at them. But the shot bounced off of the armor that you could now see. Beskar.

You cursed lowly again. Of course it was a Mandalorian. Though your traps had fooled many, and your fighting prowess defeated those you couldn’t outsmart, a Mandalorian was a completely different beast. One that you weren’t sure you could beat.

In a flash, he shot flames at you, which you skillfully dodged as you fired a few more shots at him. Annoyingly, all of your shots missed as he moved out of the way. Unexpectedly, he shot a whipcord at you. You leaped to the side, almost dodging the attack, but the cord snared your leg! You shot at him a few times in an attempt to keep him away while you tried to cut off the cord with your vibro knife, but he was too fast, pinning you to the ground and using the excess cord to bind your hands.

“Let me go,” you hissed, trying to kick at him.

But he held firm, binding you practically from head to toe. He dragged you behind him, forcing you to leave behind your temporary home and all of your epic traps (which was sad, you spent a long time making those). Though you struggled, he was stronger, and he pulled you all the way to a very old ship. He pulled you up the ramp and shut it behind you, finally letting you go in favor of going to start up the ship.

Manipulating your body within your binds, you managed to grasp your knife and cut yourself free. But it was too late to truly free yourself, for the ship took off before you could open the door. Cursing seemed to be a common theme for you today as your fist landed on the side of the ship in frustration.

Footsteps clambered down from the ladder that you assumed lead up to the controls until the Mandalorian was in front of you once more. Though you couldn’t see his face, you could feel him glaring at you.

“Listen, we both know I can’t go anywhere right now,” you reasoned, trying to get him not to tie you up again.

But he grabbed a pair of manacles and approached you, forcing you down onto a bench. You knew better than to resist.

“You’re the fucking worst,” you spat as he chained you, “I literally can’t do anything to escape.”

“But you could still try to kill me.”

For some reason, the deep timbre of his filtered voice, as well as his close proximity and the way he was able to pull you around like you weighed nothing was doing it for you. You clenched your thighs instinctively, hoping he missed it. But as the rest of your evening had proved, luck was not on your side.

He wrenched your thighs open with his large hands, and you were sure he was smirking when he said, “Is this doing it for you?”

“Of course not,” you lied, trying to pull yourself away from him.

But the Mandalorian held you steady, “You’re lying. Tell me the truth and this might end in something we both want.”

Your thighs tried to close again, but he held you open, fingers brushing higher on the clothed flesh.

“It might be doing something for me,” you mumbled, knowing that this wasn’t a situation you wanted to get out of.

Sure, he was going to turn you in for a pretty large sum of money. But why not enjoy yourself while you still could? Besides, you knew you were going to break out anyway.

“Yeah? You want this?”

“Yes.”

With your affirmation, he yanked your pants down your legs, not bothering to fully take them off.

“Not much time, we’re almost there,” he muttered, pulling off his gloves and shoving two of his fingers into you.

You cried out in pleasure as he groaned, “Fuck, you’re wet. Good thing you are, need to keep things moving.”

“Then just put your cock in me!” you snapped, “don’t waste your time with this part.”

He shook his head, “Have to. I’m too big, I’ll hurt you a bit too much if I try now.”

“Didn’t care much about hurting me when you were bringing me to your ship,” you hissed.

He sighed, curling his fingers and prodding a spot that had you arching off of the seat, “That was different, and you know it. Now shut up and let me open you up for me.”

He punctuated his sentence with a sharp thrust of his fingers, adding a third as you writhed in his grip.

“Shit,” you gasped, “fucking close.”

As soon as the words left your lips, he pulled his fingers out, making you groan in frustration.

“Have to be nice in order to get what you want.”

The remark simultaneously made your blood boil and your pussy wet. Especially when he started pulling off some of the armor that clad his legs. You tried not to gasp when he shoved his own pants down his thighs. You hadn’t believed that he really needed to open you up until this moment: he was fucking huge. The Mandalorian climbed on top of you, lining himself up with your entrance, but making no move to push in. You tried to pull him closer, but your hands were still bound.

“What the fuck are you waiting for? You said we didn’t have a lot of time!” you exclaimed, hooking your feet around his thighs in an effort to pull him closer.

The filtered chuckle that sounded from his helmet made you shiver, “Remember what I said about being nice?”

Your eyes widened, “Are you serious?!”

He pulled away from you, sending the horny parts of your brain into a sex-depraved panic, “Wait, please! Don’t go!”

He stopped his movements, but made no move to come closer. You could feel his eyes boring into you in silent triumph. He knew he had you, the sly motherfucker.

You sighed, slightly in humiliation as you caved, “Need your cock, please, sir.”

“That’s a little better,” he crooned, enjoying the way you squirmed slightly in embarrassment as he lined himself up again, “keep going.”

You cursed under your breath as you begged, “Please fuck me, sir. Never been so wet in my-oh!”

You cut yourself off as he pushed the tip into you. Even that felt big to you, and you knew it was just the beginning.

“That’s a good slut, begging for me,” he growled in your ear, but his voice softened as much as it could as he continued, “tell me if it hurts, though.”

“I will,” you promised, “please keep going.”

It felt excruciatingly slow as he filled you up. You could feel every inch, every ridge, and every vein as he entered you, and you couldn’t help the impatient, yet desperate noises that spilled from your lips.

“Told you I was big,” he remarked as he was fully sheathed inside of you.

“Guess I’ll see if you’re all talk-”

Any further insult you could’ve come up with was cut off with a sharp gasp as he pulled out almost the whole way and slammed into you.

“Oh fuck!”

Each thrust was just as intense as the last, driving you up the bench until your head was almost hitting the metal wall with every thrust. It was almost animalistic; the way his hands crushed your thighs in his strong grip, his grunts into your ear, and the way your eyes couldn’t help but roll into the back of your head. You buried your face into his shoulder, trying to muffle your moans.

“Don’t hide from me, slut,” the Mandalorian growled, one of his hands tangling in your hair and yanking you away from his shoulder.

You sobbed out in pleasure from the pain now pricking your scalp in tandem with his harsh thrusts. You honestly couldn’t speak even if you tried, your mouth permanently stuck open with your whimpers and moans.

“Not so mean when you can’t speak, hm? Maybe you would’ve been more willing to come with me if I had stuck my cock in you first,” he taunted, but you knew he was right.

You couldn’t tell him you were about to come, but the way your thighs trembled and the increased volume of your moans told him everything he needed to know.

Two of his skillful fingers rubbed your clit as the hand in your hair moved to your throat, squeezing slightly as he held you down.

That was all it took, your body spasming beneath him as you came harder than you ever had before.

“That’s it,” he murmured as you fell apart, “look so pretty like this.”

The soft compliment was unexpected, but it added to the pleasure of your orgasm. You didn’t really notice him pulling out and fucking his fist until he spilled onto your thighs. Surprisingly, he disappeared and returned with a scrap of fabric, cleaning the both of you off as best he could. Even more surprisingly, he unlocked your manacles, and you rubbed your wrists where the cold metal bit into your skin.

“Think it might be good to keep you around,” he offered simply before disappearing into the cockpit.

You felt the ship turn in a different direction as you smirked. Once again, you had avoided capture, though this time, you had a feeling you wouldn’t stealing anything else.

He came back down the ladder, having placed the ship on autopilot.

“You know, it might be good to have a business partner. Someone who knows where the criminals hide out so you can get a few more bounties,” you offered.

“I was thinking the same thing.”

You had a feeling you’d enjoy this partnership very much.

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dialovers-lover-xoxo · 11 months ago

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After a whole lot of google searches and looking on Reddit, I've decided my general prices will be:

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humanpurposes · 1 year ago

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These are all my thoughts about the Season 2 teaser, under a cut because I'm mentioning book spoilers and doing some speculating, and also because I have sooooo much to say

Starting off with the first shot of Rhaenyra, standing by Shipbreaker Bay with Storm's End in the distance. The fact that she goes looking for Luke is so heartbreaking, but this is why I'm so excited for the show!! In the book there's not really an explanation of how the Blacks found out about Luke's death, just Rhaenyra's reaction and the "son for a son" line. I do really love the portrayal of Rhaenyra as a mother in the first season, especially her bond with Luke and I can so see her rushing to find out what happened to him.

I'm so excited for Emma D'Arcy in general. I'll be honest, it took me a while to warm up to post time jump Rhaenyra, especially because I felt like the character felt so different to Milly's Rhaenyra, but they really won me over in episode 10. What Emma is able to do with just their expressions is incredible, particularly in the very last shot of season 1, that look of grief and fury was so impactful. I hope we get more 'silent' acting moments from Emma and I think this could be one of those.

I wanna jump a head and mention the parallels between this scene and the shot of Alicent by some lake? I really thought that was supposed to be Alys Rivers until they showed her face. Obviously there's a similar visual there with Alicent and Rhaenyra. My questions are, where is this meant to be? It looks misty and you can't see much in the background, so I'm thinking it could be a dream given that she's dressed very plainly? The other lake that comes to mind is the God's Eye, but in the book, Alicent doesn't leave King's Landing. This bit also excited me because I've kinda used bodies of water as symbol for death and grief in one of my fics haha.

Sticking with Alicent, the first we see of her in the teaser is her speaking with someone off camera, probably Larys Strong because you can see his cane. My girl looks tired (probably because her son started a war whoops) and she seems very reluctant with the "many will die line." Super excited for more Olivia Cooke looking melancholic!!

I hate Criston Cole's haircut, but it's not a big deal.

Aegon on the throne! He still looks miserable lmao. I think of all the interpretations of the characters I think Aegon will end up disappointing me the most. I really don't think they developed him enough last season to set up any meaningful rivalry with Rhaenyra, which I can understand because the focus is on Rhaenyra and Alicent. But I feel like he's been left out of his own story in a way because in the book, he doesn't want the throne, but is convinced by Criston to stake his claim and properly fight for it. I have a feeling HotD is still going for a mopey emo boy. I mean he literally has a chain around him. Also I wish his crown had more rubies, it looks so underwhelming, but the dragon embroidery on his tunic is sick.

Also, dragon shoulder things going on with Rhaenyra's dress? Slay, she's the more fashionable monarch for sure.

0:26, the dragon flying overhead. I think this is Nettles!! Some people have been saying they're disappointed she was left out, but I think could be her looking at Sheepstealer? And she has some stick thing idk it looked like a shepherd's cane to me.

And immediately after that we have a shot of a dragon flying over another lake. It looks like the same one? I was thinking it might also be Jace on Vermax when he's delivering his messages to the Vale and Winterfell? Omg but so many dragons this season!! I'm so excited to see all of them.

Going back to Daemon, he's definitely on a war path this season, we have that first shot of him grabbing his helmet and storming off, presumably to battle, then he's beheading someone in front of a Weirwood tree. One thing I really found interesting about the time jump in season 1 was how subdued older Daemon was compared to his younger self, even when he killed Vaemond he played it off so nonchalantly. But then in episode 10 he's just desperate to make a show of strength and end the conflict quickly and violently, with Rhaenyra being the one who has to restrain him. So I'm interested to see how their dynamic as a couple will play out, and to see a return to form for Daemon as a force of nature.

Aemond being the very next frame after Daemon swings his sword oof. I'll get more into Aemond in a bit because I will talk about him forever and ever amen once I get started. But that LOOK, my man is yearning for the throne and we're all obsessed.

0:38, that looks like Seasmoke to me, which would mean the person standing in front of the dragon is Laenor or Addam of Hull. I don't really have an opinion about Laenor possibly coming back, we'll just see what happens. Would be quite devastating for Corlys and Rhaenys though, after mourning their son for 6 years.

speaking of mourning sons Helaena looks so stunning in 0:40. I tried to avoid those leaks but these look like they're from Jaehaerys' funeral procession. I'm looking forward to more prophetic stuff from Helaena, hopefully get more into her relationship with her family. I just hope she gets the time she deserves in the show because in the book she very much exists in the background, especially after Blood and Cheese. And the audacity of them to show a shot of the Dragonpit before Helaena, that's just cruel 🥺

UM ALSO 0:52. Took me a second to register what was happening the first time I watched this. Something that really stands out to me is how gentle Helaena's expression is (unless I'm misreading Phia's face completely) but that is something that's mentioned in the book, Helaena supposedly met them very calmly. I just know Phia Saban is going to do an amazing job in this scene and I'm absolutely terrified to see it play out.

Ok going back again, there's some battle scene or whatever, that's cool ig.

0:45-0:47 Rhaenys' voiceover, her and Rhaenyra (I'm guessing at Dragonstone) and then BAELA!! Again, I'm really hoping for some canon divergence from the book because I am so down to see Baela being utilised more! That's something I didn't really get about the book, Baela has Morning but they only participate in one battle. I'm thinking this is her at Rook's Rest, seeing Rhaenys die or getting there too late.

0:53 Duel of the Cargyll twins? omg :(

And to finish off, the shots of Aemond, then Rhaenyra, then Vhagar. Excited to see Rhaenyra being more active in the fighting. Although her unwillingness to fight her own battles was something that was used against her in F&B, I think it feels very much in line with what we saw of her in season 1.

Aemond looks SO GOOD, and I know these probably won't be from the same scene, but with the shots of him and Rhaenyra being one after the other, I feel like there could be something there about the (for what of a better word) rivalry between them in the aftermath of Luke's death. If we got to see them face off against each other or have some kind of interaction, that would be insane.

Ok now I'm going to ramble about my war criminal princess 🥰

So we all know one of the biggest talking points of the season 1 finale was the part Aemond played in Luke's death and what this means for him as a character moving forward.

It's really interesting to compare HotD Aemond vs F&B Aemond, because in the book he comes across as a lot more abrasive, ruthless and impulsive. In the show, Aemond is an imposing but understated presence which is so unnerving and so captivating to watch, and then he has these moments where his anger comes out. I think in episode 8, his anger feels deliberate when he reacts to Luke laughing at him at the dinner, it's all a threat and a reminder of what he's capable of. It's all to get a reaction and it works, he insults the Strong boys, laughs off Jace's punch, but the moment he comes face to face with Daemon he backs down. Then we have Storm's End in episode 10. His anger is meant to intimidate again, but the difference is that there's no one to make him back down, so he takes things too far, chases Luke and is helpless to stop Vhagar when she goes in for the kill.

I love what Ewan Mitchell has said about the bond between Aemond and Vhagar, how their bond has changed his view of himself and shaped the person he becomes. He's bonded to an ancient war dragon, he's an ambitious second son who has to settle for being a supporting act to his useless older brother, and he's been through a lot of physical and emotional trauma since childhood, so while he's trying to play the part of Alicent's golden child, he's had all this pain simmering under the surface, which was inevitably going to reach boiling point.

I think it makes perfect sense that Aemond's first kill was 'accidental' considering he's never had any experience with actual combat, but this doesn't mean it has to detract from his character and in fact I think this lends itself to the tragedy of his story. Enough people have said it but I think he'll come back to King's Landing, get a right bollocking from Alicent and Otto, and he'll play it off as though he killed Luke to avenge his missing eye. The alternative is admitting that he doesn't have full control of his dragon, not a great sign considering she is the Green's most important asset in the war. B&C is going to devastate their whole family but with Aemond has to carry the guilt of being the one who drew first blood, and I think from there we'll really see him lean into this persona of The Kinslayer and become more ruthless and overtly violent. AND THEN after Rook's Rest and Aegon's injury, Aemond will become Regent and will be closer to the throne than he ever has been or ever will be.

I think he's just going to become completely insane and even more unhinged and I'm absolutely buzzing to see it all go down. Just please, HBO, for the love of God, give him more than one outfit.

Additional thoughts:

I wonder if they'll keep the GoT theme for the opening credits? I kinda want something new, maybe a bit darker? Either way, so excited for new stuff from Ramin Djawadi

No Daeron which isn't looking good, yikes. Dare we hold out hope he'll show up in a later season? But then there was a shot of the Hightower army in the teaser and he'd be with them

We also have no Cregan Stark which surprised me because I really thought they'd play up nostalgia points with Winterfell

No Sunfyre :(

No Caraxes :( unless we count that quick shot of Daemon in his saddle.

No Dreamfyre, but this is less surprising

I'm nitpicking now, but I would have liked a shot of the Velaryon Fleet too, that would have been cool

#me when i overshare #house of the dragon season 2 #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd season 2 #aemond targaryen

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ronanceautistic · 3 months ago

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It has been two years since my first fic was posted on AO3! So here's some fun fact about some of the fics I've posted.

southern nights: I wrote this the night after my grandma died lol. It feels a little obvious.

hounds of love: This was the third fic I posted, but the first fic I wrote.

Jig of Life: It was supposed to be much longer, but I got hit with writers block bad. I do wanna maybe do a rewrite of it at some point because I think it had potentially but was just lacking a bit.

A Promise That I'll Keep: A detail I only vaguely implied at is Robin's method of getting Nancy into the storm cellar - using a literal lead - hence why she got bitten.

blinded by the light: I do very often forget this fic even exists but I still love the comparison of grief to nuclear bomb testing LMAO. It's mental but I think it works surprisingly well.

I'm not here: Nancy's fate was decided on a blind Twitter poll - option a she lives, option b she dies. It got around 50ish votes (I can't remember the exact number), and her fate came down to one vote. Ironically, the vote I made on the nancybot account at the very beginning of the poll, is the one that saved her life. Nancy literally saved her own life in real life.

let my love open the door: Here are the invitation cards to the ten year reunion they attended!

the dream catcher: The concept began with the poems at the beginning of each chapter. The story developed from them.

she knows where she's taking me: This is the full route they took from the Denver QZ to Lenora

the stars, the moon: This day was originally conceptualised in the Grosse Point Blank AU, in that universe it's the day Nancy runs away from home. But in this fic, Robin shows up in time to stop her. And, I mean, thank fuck she did considering how her life turned out in the original fic.

we were younger: I list them in the end notes of the fic, but so much of this fic parallels canon Stranger Things, and I'm honestly impressed with myself how many connections I managed to fit in there.

what about crying whales: Aquarium is real life accurate thanks to a video tour of the New England Aquarium.

I just want to live in the moment: Not just in this fic, but I tend to write Nancy angst one shots in the present tense. I just like the feeling of time being fleeting, nothing being set in stone. It feels less like a story and more like inner dialogue.

call me when you get home: I was in a really bad place when I wrote this one, so the ending was a lot of wishful thinking for myself. OCD waxes and wanes, but it's fun to say that since writing it, I've felt the ending for myself.

tell me something about yourself: I really really like the concept of this one and honestly have never heard of any piece of media doing something like it before. So a lot of it was purely experimental, seeing if it even could be done well.

trapped between two lungs: It blows my mind that I even pulled this off, and blows my mind even more how positive the reception was. It was so much work, so much planning. Season 5 of this fic is undoubtedly the thing I'm most proud of. I wrote the entire final season of Stranger Things and I've had multiple people tell me the actual show couldn't possibly do it better? That's mental. Thank you so much.

Anyways here's to two more years.

#nancy wheeler #ronance #robin buckley

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kiribaku-queen · 2 years ago

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Start of an Obsession [18+]

Pairing: Kirishima x reader x Denki

WARNING: 18+ pure smut, threesome, anal penetration, vaginal penetration, face fucking, double penetration

Word count: 7.2k

A/N: This was meant to be uploaded as a birthday present to me, but I guess it will now be a Christmas present. Finally turned that idea into a full out scenario which now.... thinking about having 4 parts to it???? I'll see how ya'll like this first part first before thinking about the others. But, enjoy! Smut is so hard to write for and this was the craziest scenario I've written thus far! i got really tired so the ending was very rushed but use your imagination lmao

The club lights flashed all around you with their vibrant colors. You could feel the alcohol running through your veins, feeling more and more loopy the more you danced. You closed your eyes, letting your body groove to the loud beats of the music. There was nothing on your mind. You danced and drank to your heart's content, living in the moment and not having a care in the world. There were bodies all around you, the dance floor looking like canned tuna, so packed and crowded that there was no room to really make way. That was expected, since it was a Friday night in a college town. Everyone was trying to get away from the studying, the tests, the homework, the idiotic teachers. Question is, who isn’t at the club de-stressing their life away?

He had his eyes on you the moment you made your way into the club. You were surrounded by your best girl friends, laughing and eager to drink the night away. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly why he was instantly attracted to you. It could have been the way that dress hugged your body just right - hugging all the right curves, your dress purposely scrunched in the back to accentuate your ass. And that color. That red wine color of a dress that you wore. That color which just so happened to be his favorite color. You looked good in red. It could have been your incredible smile, that was so big you practically lit up the whole room. Anyone would stop and stare just to get a glimpse of that smile, that bright expression that you kept constant on your face. It was contagious. You could catch anybody’s attention across the room. And boy, did you get all the attention.

Kirishima watched as you danced your little heart away in the middle of the dance floor, taking slow sips of his drink. From where he was at the bar, he had the perfect view of you. And he could see how you attracted every man’s attention. He could see how eager some men were wanting to get to you. There were many techniques being used to get your attention. Different friend groups were pushing each other to you, in hopes that one of them got the courage to talk to you. Some were very obvious in their advances, trying to come right up behind you and dance along with you as you threw it back on that dance floor. That always came with no luck, because your friends had eagle eyes. The moment they saw some guy trying to feel you up, they would grab your arm and pull you toward them like a protective mama bear. Some guys would even be as idiotic as to purposely spill their drink on you, in hopes to spark up a conversation. That interaction actually ended up as them being glared at by you. So that was a no go.

Kirishima got tired of seeing everyone shoot their shot only to get rejected time and time again. Would he get the same result? The hennessy kicked in at the perfect timing. The golden liquid of courage told him that the time was right and that he needed to make his move on you now. And the alcohol was always right, wasn’t it?

The red-head took one last final gulp of his drink, shooting it down his throat regardless of how much it stung, and started to make his way toward you. He barely took a single step forward before he ultimately froze in his spot. He saw you bump into a certain guy, a familiar face whom he recognized extremely well. All Kirishima could do was smirk, sit back down, and enjoy the show.

You were too busy enjoying the night away to realize where you were. You had no perception of space. You couldn’t even tell if your friends were around you or not. But the music had you in the perfect mood. Every song they played fit your music taste just perfectly, allowing you to fully immerse in yourself. Maybe you should have been paying a little bit of attention to where you were stepping, because then maybe you wouldn’t have bumped into the person right behind you. You squealed in surprise by the sudden body and hurriedly turned around.

“Sorry!” you called out over the loud, banging music. You hoped that they would brush it off and not get too angry at you for almost knocking them over. But the cute blonde flashed you a dashing smile to your surprise.

“You’re good!” he reassured you. And you think that would be the end of it, but something about his smile made you stop and stare at his face. He was so cute, like a puppy. His eyes were big, bright and playful. He smiled like there wasn’t a care in the world and it really attracted you. The guy you bumped into seemed to have the same idea as you, checking you up and down.

“I’m Denki, by the way,” he introduced himself, leaning closer to you.

“(y/n),” you said after a moment’s thought. Were you going to allow this cute stranger to flirt with you? Despite how cute he was, he looked like trouble. But could also be kind of fun.

“You know, I wouldn’t mind you bumping into me more often,” he smiled at you. And there it was, the flirting.

“Well we are on the dance floor. Kind of inevitable, isn’t it?” you played hard to get, not falling for his tricks just yet.

“Huh, you’re right! We are on the dance floor!” he joked, looking around him like he didn’t know where he was. It caught you off guard, making you laugh out loud at his antics. “Then I guess you need to dance with me.”

“Need to? I don’t think I need to,” you played.

“Think of it as payback for bumping into me.”

“Can’t be considered payback if I want to do it,” you say, biting your lip and looking up at him with seductive eyes.

“Oh yeah?” Denki’s eyes turn sultry, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into him. “Show me what you got then.”

You and Denki start to dance together, and you didn't know you could have this much fun. Denki was emitting the same energy as you, never messing up the vibe, not even once. Your friends were about to pull you away from this stranger trying to talk you up but when they saw you flirting and interacting first, they left you alone, not thinking that it was a big deal if you were the one initiating first. All throughout the night, you and Denki flirted with each other nonstop. Giggles and flirty glances were evident in both parties.

Kirishima wasn’t one to be the jealous type. In fact, he was actually enjoying the show. His eyes lowered themselves to center on your ass grinding against Denki’s crotch, him moving along to the beat with you. Stupid Denki couldn’t even hide the fact that his hard on was showing. Kirishima could only imagine how you would feel, your ass rubbing against him. He could imagine you moving slowly, knowing full well your teasing could make him go wild. The lewd thought caused a strain in the red-head’s pants which was quite uncomfortable. And he knew how he was going to get rid of it.

Denki’s hands hugged your waist tight, flushed to his body as his lips ran kisses down your neck. The more you felt his hands started to feel your body and the more his lips sucked in naughtier places, the more turned on you were feeling and you didn’t know much more you could take it.

“Wanna get out of here?” he offered. And thank god he did, because a second delay and you would have thought you would just take him right then and there. But before you could answer, his eyes concentrated from you to something behind you. You followed his gaze and your jaw practically dropped to the floor. Maybe not quite literally but you could not hide the expression on your face that you were absolutely starstruck.

A big, muscular, toned, beefy, chiseled, God-like man appeared out of nowhere and just so happened to be standing in front of you. He was delicious. Okay, inappropriate to say (y/n)! Get those dirty thoughts out of your head! Damn, you couldn’t help it though. He really was everything you wanted in a man. Someone who was strong with a much bigger build than you. Someone who had a soft heart but knew how to man handle you in the bedroom. He doesn’t look like a softie, but he sure looks like he knows how to toss a woman around. God, and his hair up in a low ponytail? You wanted to grip his red locks as he thrust… And we are back with the dirty thoughts. You had to stop thinking about this very attractive specimen of a man, even though you could feel your wet cunt aching for him.

“Kirishima, perfect timing,” the boy who you were just dancing with greets the mysterious stranger. Your jaw dropped again. Is this really happening? Apparently it was because there’s no mistaking their relationship judging by their handshake and bro hug that most men like to do.

Shit.

They look close, too. Why, oh why was this happening to you? Sure, as much as you loved how cute, funny and energetic Denki was, you wanted him. He was everything you wanted in a man. One could only imagine how much your heart dropped when you saw that they were close friends. Well, what do you do now? You were literally about to go home with the blonde, but the man of your dreams was only standing a foot away from you.

“We were just about to head back,” Denki announced to his friend, all while putting his arm around your shoulder.

“Mind if I joined you guys?” Kirishima asked. Great. Not only were they good friends, but they were roommates, too? What’s next? Find out that they are lovers?

“Yeah, man! Uber’ll be here in…” Denki starts to look at his phone, but Kirishima wasn’t finished.

“Nah, I meant… can I join you guys,” Kirishima’s words made Denki look back up at the man, like he didn’t hear him correctly. Denki tried communicating with his face, lifting an eyebrow as if asking if he was serious. Kirishima gave him a little shrug, saying why not? Now look. Denki was no stranger to messing around here and there. He’s been known to do a little crazy, experimental stuff. So he was all in, only if you were all in. But were you all in? Denki couldn’t help but take a nervous glance at you. Kirishima was pulling a rather risky move. For all he knows, you could have gotten offended at his words and stormed away, leaving him with no pussy for the night.

“Look man, I don’t know,” Denki started to reject. Kirishima could already sense his hesitancy before he even spoke. So he took one look at you and knew you wanted him as much as he wanted you. How could you not? He was giving you the eyes! You know, the ones where he’s practically undressing you and imagining what you looked like under that pretty dress of yours.

“Come on, when were you one to reject a little bit of fun? Cause this looks like it can be a lot of fun,” Kirishima focuses his attention back to you, taking a step closer with every word. He needed to be closer to you. He can’t bear to be any further away from you. And you really liked how transparent he was being, clearly stating who and what he wanted. Which made you even more attracted to this man, biting your lip to hide the smile that was creeping on your face. Kirishima smirked at your reaction, finally getting close enough to feel your breath on his lips.

“Little lady looks like she wants to,” he states, lips ghosting over yours. Your lids are halfway closed, staring at his parted lips. You’re about to go in for a kiss, but he backs away, making you chase him. “You want it, dontcha?” he looks into your eyes. You looked back at Denki, gave him your best pout and pleaded with your eyes. Given that face, how could he say no?

The door to the apartment busted open with you and Denki stumbling in, never separating from each other. You held his face and kept him close, not wanting to stop kissing while he was trying his best to lead you to the bedroom. Kirishima wasn’t far behind. He let you two do your thing, shutting the front door more gently than when you opened it. You obviously couldn’t see where you were going, so you thought Denki would have a better idea on where to go. But you got shocked when the cold wall hit your back.

“Fuck, sorry,” Denki barely apologized after you playfully slapped his chest. Instead of continuing to head to the bedroom, Denki presses you against the wall, distracted now that there was no movement. You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, Denki doing the exact same. Kissing him was so fun, so playful. You guys could only kiss all night and you really wouldn’t be too bothered by that. But that would have to be saved for another time because right now, you were trying to be fucked by two gorgeous guys.

“Mm, Denki, the bed,” you urged him. Denki got the message, guiding you back to the bedroom. You barely make it two steps into the bedroom before Kirishima is pushing Denki off you.

“My turn, idiot,” Kirishima grumbles and pulls you into him, claiming your lips as his. The way he kisses was so different from Denki. He had more passion, more strength, more power. The more he kissed, the more breathless you were. But that only made you crave more of him. Lips and teeth were crashing into each other, tongues danced one another. You couldn’t get enough. That’s when you felt a hand being placed under your chin, and all of a sudden another pair of lips found yours. Denki was back to kissing you, which you still enjoyed. As long as someone was kissing you.

Both boys were fighting over whose turn it was. You almost couldn’t keep up. They kissed you in a hungry haste, both wanting a taste of you. But every time it was Kirishima’s turn, he tended to make out with you a little bit longer than Denki. He wanted to show you that he really really wanted you, and if that was by making out with you for a couple seconds more than Denki, then so be it. And because he wanted you, he needed to have you now.

So, he grabbed you by the ass, lifting you up until you wrapped your legs around his waist, and walked over to where the bed was. You thought he was going to drop you down on the bed, but instead, he climbs on the bed with you still wrapped around him. When he gets to the middle of the bed, that’s when he finally drops you. But even then, Kiri’s lips never left yours. Denki was quick to join you guys on the bed, coming up behind you to move your hair to the side and starts placing kisses down your neck. His hands skillfully roams your body, feeling every curve of yours. And then eventually, carefully takes off your dress, slipping the straps off your shoulders and down your body. Exposing your body inch by inch, leaving you nothing but mismatched bra and panties. Denki snickers behind you and kisses close to your ear.

“That’s cute,” Denki pointed out, referring to how your bra and panties don’t match like most women when they go out for a night out.

“Shut up. I wasn’t planning on having sex tonight,” you mumble against Kiri’s lips. Kirishima took this moment to take a peek and indeed, they were not matching. Which made you even more charming to him.

“She’d be even cuter without them on, right Denks?” Kirishima looked deeply into your eyes while talking to his friend.

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” and with a skillful and swift move of experienced hands, your bra was already thrown across the room, along with your panties following right after. The cold air suddenly hitting your naked body made your nipples perk up. But the warmth was instantly replaced with Denki’s large hands cupping your breasts and playing with the perky nubs. Denki made you lean back on him so he could have more access to your neck. But Kirishima needed to have some more action as well. He grabbed a handful of ass, squeezing and massaging it while his lips move from yours to the other side of your neck that wasn’t occupied by a pair of lips. Hands were roaming all over your body, your head was starting to get fuzzy. You couldn’t help but let a moan escape your lips and leaned back against Denki’s shoulders. But now you realized that you were the only one naked.

You grabbed both of their shirts and lightly tugged on them, hoping that they would get the hint. But neither of them seemed like they were going to remove their shirts any time soon. So you tugged on them harder, grabbing more of their shirt to get their attention. But still, nothing. You could feel Kirishima smirking against your skin.

“If you want it off, you gotta use your words, sweetheart,” Kiri said.

“Please,” you tried, but he was not impressed with your words.

“You think that was good enough,” Kirishima consults Denki, looking up at the male.

“I think she can do better,” Denki growled in your ear.

“You heard him,” Kirishima smacks your ass so hard that you let out a yelp. “Try again.” he demanded. You gulped and bit your lip.

“Please, take it off,” you tried again, voice all needy and desperate. But it wasn’t good enough. You gasped when Denki grabs you by the throat and pulled you closer to him so that your ear was right by his mouth.

“Didn’t hear you. What’d you say?” he says right in your ear. He wanted to be as close to you to hear you beg for more. He wanted to feel the vibrations of your words against his hands as you use your pretty words like a good girl. You were already embarrassed that they had to make you ask for it twice, but another time? You fucking lose your mind, escaping their grasp, turning around and placing a rough kiss on Denki’s lips. You grip onto his shirt like your life depended on it and beg again.

“Please, please, please. God, please. I don’t wanna wait anymore. I need you naked. I need you to touch me. I need you to fuck me, please,” you beg with even more desperation in your voice. If they weren’t going to willingly strip, then you were going to have to take it by force. You started pulling on Denki’s pants, wanting it off so bad. You were lucky that Denki was beyond attracted to you. He didn’t wait another beat to discard all articles of clothing from his body. Finally, a smile from you. But it quickly faded when you saw that Kirishima hadn’t started taking off any of his clothes yet.

“Why aren’t you taking your clothes off?” you ask. You thought you had deserved it. Denki was taking it off, which means that you begged enough, right?

“You haven’t satisfied me yet,” he says plain and simple. Sure you begged. But you begged to Denki. Not him. So you try to seduce him, now leaning into him. You place a gentle hand against his chest while the other hand goes to lift his chin so that he was looking at you. Kirishima’s eyes didn’t know where to look, at your eyes or your parted lips. But you leaned into him and he’s thinking that you were about to kiss him judging by the way your eyes are fixated on his lips. But you stop right before your lips touch and look up at him.

“I can satisfy you real well if you let me,” you whisper, your hand moving down to feel his hard on. Kirishima sucks in a harsh breath at the touch. “All you gotta do is take this off,” you continue to say, tugging on his belt.

“Fuck,” he lets out a shaky breath.

“Let me show you how satisfied you can really be,” you begin to voluntarily take his pants off and surprisingly, he lets you. You wanted to create some tension, make him feel some sexual frustration since he did that to you. So you unzipped his zipper ever so slowly, your eyes never leaving his gaze. Then, slowly there goes his pants, only leaving him in his boxers. But you weren’t done playing with him just yet. His hard on could be seen through his underwear, just aching to be let free. You lean down to be leveled with his cock. You could already smell how excited he was. And it sent electricity straight down to your core. You could feel yourself clenching over nothing. Through his underwear, you took one long lick of his cock. Kirishima groaned in frustration. Oh, how he wanted to feel your tongue on him now. The tip of his cock was peeping out of his boxers and you couldn’t wait anymore. You pulled his boxers down, letting his cock spring free. You could feel your mouth water at the sight. You wanted to worship him, at how big and pretty his cock was. And that’s exactly what you were going to do.

You finally wrapped your lips around him, barely managing to fit it in your mouth. Feeling how tight your mouth was around him made him curse even more, running both hands through his hair. That’s when finally, finally Kirishima takes his shirt off. A little victory for you. But then you feel something poking at your entrance. You yelp at the sudden intrusion and before you knew it, Denki had fully entered you. The force of him made you move forward, gagging on Kiri’s cock. Denki didn’t prep you at all, but it’s not like you needed it anyway. Plus, the way his cock stretched you out felt so good. You could feel the way your wet cunt wraps around him, molding into the shape of his cock. The way it hurt so good had you a moaning mess. The vibrations of your moan resonated around Kiri’s cock which in turn caused Kiri to moan at your actions.

There was so much going on at once. You were trying so hard to concentrate on making Kirishima feel good. When you heard him moan for the first time, you instantly became obsessed and wanted to see him be a moaning mess. But it was hard to do that when Denki was fucking you from behind. You weren’t expecting him to fuck you like he was, but was fucking good. Your eyes were rolled in the back of your head and you wanted to let out all your moans, all your screams, begging Denki for more. But Kiri’s fat cock blocked your voice from coming out. If there were any sounds coming out of you, it was the sound of you swallowing Kiri whole, the fat head of his dick hitting the back of your throat with every thrust.

“She feels fucking good, Ei,” Denki couldn’t help but comment. His head was thrown back feeling like he was in paradise. He grabbed a hold of your ass with both of his large hands, giving it a good squeeze. Denki loved the primal feeling of rutting into your messy cunt that he needed something to hold onto. The sounds were so lustful, your pussy getting wetter and wetter with your juices with each forceful thrust of his.

“You should fucking feel her mouth,” Kiri says. He grips your hair in his fingers by the base and pulls his dick away from you, multiple strings of spit connecting your swollen lips with his angry, red tip. At the same time, lifting your head to make eye contact with him.

“You must suck a lot of dicks, huh, baby girl? Is that why you’re so good?”

You didn’t answer him. Actually you couldn’t answer him. Not with Denki going to pound town behind you. Everything coming out of your mouth were either whimpers or whines. Your mind was going blank. Even if you wanted to say something, you physically couldn’t make up a single word. What could you say? That sucking dick was your favorite pastime? That you enjoy when they are face fucking you? That you like when drool and spit are running down your face as they push their fat cocks as far down your throat as they can? That you want to look ruined, like a complete mess. Because you could handle it. You could handle as much as they are willing to give you. You swear Kirishima could read your thoughts when you instinctively stick your tongue out. He knew exactly what you wanted.

Kirishima had a proud smirk on his face. Cock in hand, he slapped it against the flat of your tongue. The weight of it alone surprised you. He felt so heavy. And he was teasing you. Only tapping it on your tongue but never fully submerging it in your mouth.

“What did we say earlier, sweetheart? Use your words if you want it,” Kirishima demanded, purposely dragging his cock all over your face, just missing your parted lips every time. You tried following him, moving your head to wherever his cock was, hoping that it would fall in place accidentally and you would get your way. But you never get your way easily. Ashamed, you put your head down, biting your lip to suppress your moans and any shameful noises coming from your mouth.You thought Kiri had all control over you, but Denki made it a point to make his appearance known. He grabbed you by the base of your hair, forcing you to look up at Kiri.

“Answer him, bitch,” he growled. You looking up allowed your throat to be open and free, your whimpers continuing right back up. You shook your head.

“I said,” Denki began and gave your ass a hard smack, causing you to scream out loud. “Answer.him.”

“Co~ck,” you cried, physical tears running down your cheeks. You were trying your best to be an obedient girl, and you usually were. But these boys were making you go crazy. You were on the highest cloud 9.

“What about my cock, hm? What do you want my cock to do to those pretty lips?” Kiri grabs you by the chin. You open your eyes, giving him your best puppy eyes. The tears glossed over your eyes created more of an effect, making you look even more irresistible to Kirishima.

“Ruin me,” you beg. No more words are needed. Kiri’s cock found his way back to your lips and you felt like you were complete again. He took it slowly in the beginning. Thrusting his hips towards you while shoving your head down. But with each new thrust, he got faster. Harder. Rougher. You wanted a ruined face? Kiri was going to be sure you got that. Spit and drool ran down your chin, creating a puddle on the sheets below you as he fucked your face. He frequently removed his cock from your puffy lips to allow you to gasp for air momentarily, then he was right back to using your dirty mouth. Kirishima is not taking it easy on you, really thrusting to his heart’s content. But it was short lived.

“God, I want to feel her too,” Denki breathes. As much as he wanted to keep fucking your pussy, he was getting even more turned on seeing his best friend fuck your face that he needed to try it himself.

“Switch?” Kiri suggested. Denki nodded his head enthusiastically and held out his hand. They slapped hands, dabbing each other up and then Denki pulled out, leaving you empty. Kirishima does the same thing. You try to keep Kiri in your mouth as long as possible, sucking him off until the very end. With both men off you, you felt exhausted. Completely fucked out of your mind but you knew they were far from done with you.

“She’s fucking good,” Kiri compliments you, walking over to where Denki used to be and climbed on the bed to be on top of you.

“Yeah?” Now Denki was at the edge of the bed, his cock standing tall and proud in front of your lips. “I want to see if your mouth is as good as he says.” You were about to devour him, but Denki had other plans.

“Lay on your back, baby,” he whispers to you. You oblige. But once laying on your back, Denki puts his hands under your back and shoulders, picking you up and moving you closer to him. When he sets you back down, your head was dangling off the edge of the bed. Kirishima’s body was towering over you, letting his hard on rub against your puffy cunt before inserting it slowly. He was girthier than Denki, for sure, so the stretch was much more significant this time. Kiri sighed in content, feeling how much tighter your pussy was compared to your mouth.

“Shit~, how can she be so damn tight,” Kiri cursed under his breath. He held onto your hips, bruises forming in the shape of his fingers from how tight he was holding you. Meanwhile, the hunk in front of you has his cock ready for you to swallow. You must admit, it was embarrassing. His cock smelled like you which was weird to think about but when you finally let your tongue run across his whole length, you could only taste him.

Denki was just as ruthless as Kirishima when it came to fucking your face. He rutted his hips into your mouth with no mercy. Being in a different position, the blonde was hitting the back of your throat but in a different place. If you didn’t know better, you would have thought that Denki was more down your throat than Kiri was. Or that’s how it felt like.

While Denki was immersing himself with your mouth, Kirishima’s hands were roaming all over your body. He took this time to admire the body you got, hands traveling from feeling your waist and your curves to squeezing your breasts together. And your breasts looked immaculate to him at this moment. So much so, that he helped himself to a taste. Your perky middles made it into his mouth as he slurped and circled his tongue over the sensitive buds.

More spit and drool accumulated, but this time, it did not land on the sheets below you. Everything was running down the sides of your face. But because you were upside down, this became a small problem for you. All the spit went into your nose and you accidentally breathed it all in. And because Denki was fucking the fuck out of your mouth, your only source of air was through your nose. Now that was blocked and you couldn’t breath. You couldn’t go anywhere since you were help down from all positions, so you had to ferociously slap on Denki’s thighs, tapping out. Denki understood your action, snapping out of his entranced state and pulled out. He’s immediately down at your level as you cough up a storm.

“Shit, you okay?” Denki makes sure you were okay and puts a hand up to Kiri, motioning for him to stop momentarily.

“My nose…” you managed to say, talking as if you had a cold. Denki, being the sweetheart that he was, was so kind enough to clear your nose out using his fingers. He squeezed your nose together and gathered whatever was in your nose and flicked it away. But he didn’t just clear your nose. He wiped everything and anything that was on your face to give you some relief.

“You okay?” he asked again after a little bit. You breathed through your nose and when you couldn’t feel the burning sensation anymore, you nodded your head. Denki gives you a sweet smile and went in for a kiss.

“Alright, ‘nough of that. Come on,” Denki says, helping you out of that awkward position. When you got up halfway, that’s when Kiri also grabs your arms and pulls you up toward him. Denki lets go when you get situated on the bed and goes to grab something. In the meantime, Kirishima is holding you in his arms from behind and places small kisses on the side of your neck.

“You sure you’re okay?” the red-head also asks you. You weren’t expecting these men who were so rough with you in bed to be so sweet in real life. It made your heart flutter. Again, you nod your head and this time, it was Kirishima’s turn to give you sweet, reassuring kisses.

“Still wanna fuck?” he asks, breaking the kiss.

“Yes, please,” you were quick to say.

“That’s a good girl,” you finally got some praise. And it made you even happier since you got it without having to beg or do anything. Denki comes back to the room with a bottle in hand. Climbing back on the bed, he cups your cheeks and looks into your eyes as if he had a very important question to ask you.

“Is it okay to do butt stuff?” he asks you, throwing you off guard. Denki chuckles at your reaction. “Have you ever done it here before?” he asks, slapping your ass.

“No…” you say at first. Of course you were preparing yourself for this moment. This was a threesome after all. You expected nothing less. Even though you’ve never had something up your ass before, you were willing to try. And if it was with these boys, you’d try anything. “But I can try.”

“Perfect.” Denki smiles. He gives his friend a look and cocks his head. Then Kirishima is moving to the head of the bed, laying on his back. On the way, he’s dragging your arm for you to climb on top of him. When you sink down on his long length, you felt at home. Like his cock was meant to be inside you. It felt exhilarating and so, so good. Being on top made him sink deeper inside you than he already was. It felt so good that you couldn’t help but bounce up and down on his god-like cock, taking in every inch of him as you can.

Kirishima puts his hands behind his head, watching you go crazy over his cock. He could watch you all day; how you were feeling and enjoying yourself. If Kiri could have you all to himself, he would carry you to his room in a heartbeat. But again, Denki had to make sure that his presence was known.

He goes up behind you, takes the lube, and smears a good chunk of it all over his cock, making sure he covered everything. Then he takes another glob and spreads it around his fingers before circling the rim of your ass. You needed to be nice and lubed up if you wanted to be ready for him. Speaking of being ready, while you were enjoying the time of your life, riding and getting distracted on a delicious cock, Denki surprised you by entering a single digit in your ass. You felt him playing in that area, but you almost couldn’t feel his finger enter you. It went in that smoothly. Which gave the electric blonde a green flag.

“Oh you’ll be fine,” he talks to himself and positions his member. Kirishima could see that the main event was about to happen and gave you one last thrust before he stopped all action.

“Ready?” Denki looks up to gauge your reaction. To be honest, you were worried. Was this really going to work; one person is your pussy and one person in your ass? You’ve seen and heard many women who are able to, but you just weren’t sure if you were one of those people. Regardless of how you felt, you nodded your head and slowly, Denki fits the head of his cock in your ass.

God, the stretch hurt. You already felt so full with Kiri’s cock inside you, but add another thing that was just as big in your ass? It was unbelievable and all too much. The boys could tell that you were in pain from the look on your face and by the sharp cry you made. Kirishima hits Denki on the arm.

“You better take it slow,” Kirishima threatened, not like Denki already knew that. All he entered was the tip and then he pauses. He waited for you to relax and get used to him before entering more and more of him.

The boys really helped you try to get more comfortable by distracting you with so many things. Kirishima was kissing you; your neck, your lips, your cheek, kissing the tears away. He ran his fingers up and down your sides, giving you the shivers, all while whispering sweet nothings in your ears. Denki was rubbing your back while also praising you from behind. This process of you relaxing did not happen quickly. It took you quite a long time to relax and get comfortable having two dicks inside you. But the boys were patient with you and didn’t pressure you at all. And that was surprising considering how they weren’t too gentleman like with you earlier. Once you finally think you were ready, Denki felt you unclench a little, giving him the signal.

“I’m gonna move now, m’kay?” Denki warns you. With the nod of approval from you, Denki slowly and painfully started moving in and out. But it was only Denki that moved. Kirishima was still inside you but his movements were still.

Everything was painful at first, but now you could understand why some women love it in the ass. After a point, the pain started to dull and got replaced with pleasure. You started to get the groove of it, your whole body relaxing now and your sounds of muffled pain turned into uncontrollable moaning. Although you were getting used to Denki, it wasn’t long until Kiri started to move. And that brought a whole different sensation.

When people describe double penetration as full, they weren’t kidding. Because that was the only word to describe the sensation you were feeling. Full. Extremely, extremely full. Stuffed even. So much was happening at once, you couldn’t handle it. You dug your head in the crook of Kiri’s neck, letting the boys fuck your body. You felt helpless, being sandwiched by two very attractive, very muscular men. But you also loved it. They were both going at different speeds, Denki going way faster than Kiri was. All you could do was lay there and take it, fucked out of your mind. Meanwhile, Denki was becoming very vocal behind you. And that could only mean one thing.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he announced, his tone changing from demanding and sweet to a whine.

“S-Shit, I’m gonna… fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum, ah~,” whine after whine escaped his lips. His eyebrows pinched together and he closed his eyes, concentrating on the addictive feeling that was bottling up at the pit of his stomach.

“Ah~, fuck! Mm, ha~, (y/n)!” he called out your name and with a final thrust of his hips, hot, white liquid exploded inside your ass, spilling out the sides and making it back on Denki’s torso. Denki grabbed hold of his cock, squeezing every last drop of cum and making sure it got somewhere on your body.

“God damn,” he let out a long sigh, his sweaty chest heaving up and down. “That was good.” he compliments and gives your ass one last smack, then leaves to go clean himself up. You felt like you could barely move. You continued to lay on top of Kirishima, completely spent. It was nice, wasn’t it? It was an interesting experience, for sure and you wouldn’t be opposed to doing it again. Afterall, you could use some more practice.

“You did such a good job,” Kirishima whispers sweet compliments to you, rubbing your arm up and down as affection. “But it’s my turn now.” And all of a sudden, you were turned on your back. Kirishima didn’t give you a moment to breathe or time to process what was happening. He’s lipped you over and pounds your pussy with everything he has. Your voice escapes you with how forceful but how good he fucked you. You had to grab his forearms to have something to hold on to. He was using so much passion that the bed was shaking violently, you were sure he was going to break the bed. He was taking it easy with you this entire night. He couldn’t fuck you like this earlier because you had someone else’s dick in your mouth and if he went wild, you would have choked. And then you had another man inside you, of course he had to take it easy for your first time. But now that it was just him, with no one else to interfere, he wasn’t holding back any longer. He wanted you all to himself and he was going to fuck you like you were his.

As if you weren’t already fucked out, Kirishima was proving to push you past your limits on how much you could take. The way his huge cock of his slid in and out of your dripping, slick folds and the veins rubbing against your walls had you about to black out. Fuck the seeing stars shit. Your whole world looked like it was caving in on you. But it felt so good, you didn’t want him to stop. You felt it soon too. Your orgasm. You felt yourself clench around him, refusing to let him go. And that feeling was all too much for Kiri. He grunted and hissed like he was in pain. When really, he could feel a powerful orgasm about to take over his body. And it was fast approaching. Kirishima took your face and leaned his forehead against yours and you both ride out your high. You swear you’ve never been fucked so good in your life. There was so much passion and you swear, you’ve fallen even more for this man.

“God, you’re so perfect,” he breathes heavily. He doesn’t pull out once he’s done cumming. He wants to stay inside of you as long as possible. But you don’t remember much after that. Because after this fuck session, you felt like you needed to pass out. And that’s exactly what you did.

A/N: :)

Tagged: @lovingbadguys

#kirishima x reader x denki #kirishima imagine #kirishima x reader #denki x reader #denki imagine #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha imagines #bnha kirishima eijirou #denki kaminari

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zeldamomoe · 1 year ago

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Let's do a little bit of a Flashback Friday, shall we? Some of you might remember me as "that Lana cosplayer" from Hyrule Warriors! Back in 2014 before the game even came out in Japan, I swiftly created this costume as my "comeback to cosplay" after a few years hiatus to focus on paying my way through college. It really opened my eyes to how mainstream cosplay was becoming at that time, because of my first photoshoot with PialVisions getting viral thanks to ZeldaInformer sharing it everywhere. Unfortunately, the racists came out of the woodwork like it was their job and ridiculed my skin tone. The ones that stood out to me the most were:

the person who tagged their friend and said "your Arab cousin ruined Lana for me"

and the person who asked if I was Hispanic (in Spanish, mind you), and I said no I'm Lebanese from America, and he said "well your skin should me milk white" again, in Spanish lmao fuck you 😂

I was really sad about all of it that I almost decided not to continue cosplaying. Seeing all that hate after such a long hiatus was difficult (and I wasn't even very good at cosplay or photo editing yet, I just was the first Lana, so it made WAVES 🙈). But I made so many new friends thanks to me getting viral like CinnamonNeutrality (Cee), ChibiTifa, LayzeMichelle, just to name a few. I'm sure I would've ran into Cee eventually since we went to the same GTA cons, but you never know! Nowadays, I stay humble and thankful for the opportunities Lana gave me. I took her to Fan Expo 2014, and shot with Herbiecide there. We took some gorgeous photos on the roof, and I'll remember fondly that we ran into a trio of Perfume cosplayers. Because I hadn't been to Fan Expo since 2009 at that point, and it was my first big con since then, I was so excited seeing Perfume cosplayers XD I was a big fan of them in high school and college. I posted some of his photos of my Lana cosplay on Tumblr actually and got viral again! I do remember that was a good viral though, not much harassment came from that, and if it did, I forgot all about it. My username used to be SMZeldaRules, so it was on that Tumblr, which has long been deactivated. In 2015, I made her staff and brought her to Pax East. And in 2017, I had one final photoshoot with Z is Eternal. I then ended up giving it to my friend Ayla at Antipode Geek Bellydance. It's 2023 now, and big companies and websites STILL don't moderate their comment sections well at all (looking at you Square Enix when you shared my Rachel Amber cosplay in 2020 and people were acting a fool lmao). We gotta stand up for all marginalized groups in cosplay! Keep making your stuff and have fun! FUCK RACISM 😤😤😤

photos: Pial Visions, Herbiecide, Z is Eternal & edits by me

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badgerverse · 6 months ago

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Whoops posted this early by accident lmao

Anyway, here's the Rarity and Capper fankids! Their description is under the cut.

I've been wanting to redesign these two for ages tbh. I was never that happy with Sparkler's colors and I had designed Snow Belle before I really figured out her personality. So I tweaked them a bit, to make Belle more sporty and spunky (also swapped out her back paws for hooves and her unicorn tail for a cat one) and gave Sparkler tuxedo coloring! And also a scarf, since she likes making clothes with her mom.

Here's their updated bio info:

Name: Sparkler Nickname: Sparky (Capper's really the only one who calls her this), Sparks Age: Teenager Pronouns: She/her Parents: Capper Dapperpaws and Rarity Bio: Rarity and Capper's adopted daughter! They spent quite a few arduous years filling out all the correct paperwork and doing interviews but they were finally able to adopt their daughter Sparkler as a very young kitten. Rarity was overwhelmed with joy at finally being able to hold her daughter, and spent the next few weeks bursting into happy tears every time Sparkler purred beside her. Sparkler discovered very early on that she preferred being a girl over a boy, as she was initially gendered, and her parents happily accepted her change in pronouns (Rarity took to it without any trouble, but Capper does tend to trip up now and then much to his embarrassment). Sparkler is spunky, cheerful, and down to earth; she enjoys sewing clothes with her mother, though she doesn't have as much interest in trying the outfits on herself. She and Rain Shower (Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash's son) have been friends ever since they started at Twilight's school, because she was never interested in fawning over him like many of the other students. She has a big unrequited crush on Bowtie, Pinkie and Cheese's son and Rarity's Canterlot assistant, that she enjoys sighing dramatically over a tall glass of milk at the end of the day.

Name: Snow Belle Nickname: Snow Ball, Belle Age: Child Pronouns: She/her Parents: Capper Dapperpaws and Rarity Cutie Mark: Athletics Bio: Capper and Rarity's little surprise kitten. They had no idea that they were biologically able to conceive, having briefly talked to a doctor who shot down any possibility of it happening. Yet low and behold when Sparkler was around 5, Rarity realized she was pregnant. It was a hard pregnancy and Snow Belle was born very fragile and weak, having to spend the first months of her life in the hospital. As she grew older though, she was actually very outdoorsy and athletic. She has a cheerful outward disposition, but suffers from pretty severe anxiety. She desperately wants to be accepted by everyone and tends to use her sports prowess as a way to endear herself to the other ponies at her school (though she just as often uses sports as comforting stress relief; can't have an anxiety attack about everyone hating you if you run so many laps you pass out). She loves sports of any kind, but has a particular fondness for tennis and gymnastics. Snow Belle's horn is very undersized and the only magic it can do is glow and pick up objects. It serves her well enough in sports so it's underpowered aspects don't bother her much. She's good friends Clover (Soarin and Applejack's youngest daughter), Silver, and Ruby (Gabi and Spike's kids) and they have a pretty tight nit group. She and Silver are especially close, with very clear crushes on each other. Ruby and Clover are disgusted with this.

Relationships with each other: Sparkler and Snow Belle are very close, though Sparkler wasn't sure what to make of her at first. First she was worried that Snow Belle would take all of her parents attention away, but then she just never showed up! After quite some time in the hospital, Sparkler was finally allowed to visit her little sister and her first thought upon seeing the undersized kitten was "I would kill a man for you". Snow Belle idolizes her older sister, but sometimes to the point of not wanting to bother her with her fears and anxieties.

Relationships with their parents: Their whole family unit is very close as a whole! Sparkler and Rarity are especially close, sharing a love of gossip and clothes making. Snow Belle and Capper love to race through Everfree Forest and he's very proud of her athletic abilities. Capper understands how his daughters sometimes feel like outsiders and does his best to support them in any way he can. Rarity can and will fight other parents at Parent Teacher meetings if they turn their noses up at her kids.

#my little pony friendship is magic #mlp next gen #my little pony next gen #capper dapperpaws #rarity mlp #capper x rarity #snow belle #sparkler #badgerverse

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hipwell · 6 months ago

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hi friends! i’ve been super busy and barely active on here lately, but i watched the first two episodes of the acolyte and wanted to talk about it!! spoilers below the cut!

i just want to start by saying i am really pleased with the premiere and excited to see the rest of this series!

i have very little background knowledge about the high republic era. most of the little things i have learned have been since the marketing for the acolyte started. i think that is part of what made me so curious about this series, and i think i’m going to be more invested in this era after this wraps up! i really like that we are getting a series with minimal tie-ins to things like all the prequel era or mandoverse content; it’s really refreshing and allows the acolyte to stand on its own.

i am loving how this show looks visually. the first thought i had watching the premiere was how much i liked the color palette, and i think that is part of why it feels like the creators were effective in establishing this as a different era of star wars. i also have been a huge fan of the choreography and combat in general; great martial arts and the wire work for stunts looks fantastic, in my opinion. there also seem to be a lot of long and wide shots and the cast has been really impressive, and it seems like there has been an effort to develop a individual fighting style for each character. i’m the furthest thing from an expert on these things, but it really stands out to me.

i don’t know a lot about the making of this project, but it doesn’t feel like i’m watching scenes filmed on the volume. that’s important to me! i’m sure many were, but the sets have been really impressive.

i also have seen some discourse on twitter lately (shocking) about the appearance of sabers in recent projects and i guess some people feel like they almost seem too tangible. i personally disagree! i really have liked the way sabers have looked recently with the combined practical and digital effects.

now onto the plot and characters!

i really like how they have seemed to establish jedi as different from the prequel era, while also hinting that this is the beginning of the end. for example, Indara didn’t draw her saber until near the end of their fight. and while we have several jedi characters, the only other saber we have seen is from Yord. it seems like Yord’s character is much more similar to the prequel era jedi, and we see him literally using his saber as a flashlight and quick to engage.

(i also think the emphasis on Yord not wanting to wrinkle his jedi robes is so fucking funny)

i love Sol already!! but the 4 jedi Mae is hunting definitely did something fucked or made a huge mistake. i also know people are disappointed and upset about Indara’s early death, but i think there will absolutely be flashback scenes with the 4 jedi.

i wanted to share my current theory about Mae’s mission!

from my understanding, the “proper” way a sith or dark-sider gets their kyber crystal for a red saber is they must disarm and defeat a jedi, and bleed that crystal; they aren’t supposed to bleed their own. i think Mae has to kill one of the 4 jedi by her own hands to be able to take their saber. they have shown Mae try to take both Indara and Sol’s saber prior to using her knives in combat. the camera also took a moment to focus on Mae leaving Indara’s saber after she killed her and walked away, even though she reached for it earlier. i want to be clear that i am not an expert on this lore or anything, but this is what stuck out to me!

i’m really excited for the rest of this series! i’m super busy for a little bit and will be going out of town soon so i will still be pretty inactive for a bit longer. but i am definitely invested in this show!

i would love to hear what you guys think so far!! also lmk if i’m talking shit and making no sense lmao

#me yapping #the acolyte #the acolyte spoilers #star wars #not proofread sorry

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heart-of-the-morningstar · 1 year ago

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SPOILER REVIEW FOR ACROSS THE SPIDER VERSE BELOW THE CUT

1000000/10, best movie, go see it immediately, Spider-Man my beloved 💖💖💖

- The Visuals

• Holy shit guys, this might be THE best animated movie ever created. They took the visuals and art styles from the first movie and cranked it up to 10,000!!

• Seeing all the Spider people in different art forms had my eyes glued to the movie, there were so many Easter eggs and nods to other popular Spiders, I know I didn’t see them all!

• The backgrounds were absolutely gorgeous! My personal favorite being the ones from Gwen’s universe, almost every shot had different colors in the background and it was just mesmerizing!

• They did a fantastic job distinguishing each universe from one other by using different color schemes and art styles, even when some of them looked similar, you could tell there was something different!

- The Characters

• They definitely go all in on character development in this film, they wanted to give everyone more character and personality and backstory. We’re missing a few of our Spider friends from the first film but they’re replaced with some new faces!

• Miles, the absolute GOAT, was such a great protagonist in this film. We spend a lot more time with his family this time around and they didn’t shy away from the slow and heavy moments. His mom even gets more of a role in this movie and she was great! He’s only 15 y/o in this movie and absolutely outsmarted every single other Spider at one point which was great to watch! There’s a plot point in the movie concerning Miles that will absolutely break your heart 😭

• Gwen gets a lot more screen time than in ITSV, she’s a stand out character in this movie! We get to see the relationship she has with her dad and get to go more in depth about how she lost her Peter! And I’m happy they didn’t rely too heavily on the romantic aspects between Gwen and Miles, but they touched on it and it was incredibly sweet!

• Miguel O’Hara my beloved!!! (I’m an Oscar Isaac stan, Moon Knight was the best Marvel tv show, fight me on it, lmao) I wouldn’t consider Spider-Man 2099 a villain, but he made a very good antagonist to Miles, he was very threatening! He didn’t get a very in-depth back story but you were given just enough information to sympathize with his pain. Something seemed fishy about his story, maybe I’m reading too much into it, but I’m hopeful they dive into it more in the sequel!

• SPIDER-PUNK, HOBIE BROWN OMG, what a fantastic new addition, he’s such a fucking anarchist and it’s great! He speaks in a thick cockney accent and I love his rebellious nature, he don’t give two shits about what anybody thinks! His character’s look might be the most impressive in the film, apparently it took animators 3 years to make him look the way he did!!

• Pavitr Prabhakar, baby boy, sunshine!! He’s a little cocky but in a cute way! His home of Mumbattan was SO GOD DAMN COLORFUL! I honestly wished he had more screen time because he was super funny and HIS HAIR, SO FLUFFY AND SOFT!!!

• Everyone’s favorite Peter B Parker makes a return! I can say he didn’t have as big of a role in the film as ITSV but he was still great regardless! And now he has a baby girl named Mayday!! And he kept trying to show everyone pictures of her like an actual new parent would lol.

• Jessica Drew is also a new character! She was super badass with her Spider Cycle! AND she was pregnant the whole movie which is even more badass! (Also, side note, when Gwen asked about her pregnancy, I really appreciated that Jess said that they she didn’t know the sex of the baby instead of saying gender, it was small but I liked that little detail!)

• Spot, the main villain of this movie (and the next) was interesting! If I had any real complaints about this movie, it would be that Spot was not in this movie as much as I hoped. I understand why because this is the first part of a 2-part movie, but by the end of the movie, he shows up and I was like “Oh yeah, Spot, where the hell has he been??” But he technically is a character we’ve seen before (I don’t wanna say who because it’s actually funny who he turns out to be!) He starts out being kind of goofy but he gets very threatening!

• There are bunch of other minor characters that I won’t go too deep into but my favorite minor character had to be Ben Riley, he was made to be super over dramatic and stated really obvious things while he was on patrol, got a few laughs out of me!

- The Plot

• Babes, the story is so good in this. I don’t want to give EVERYTHING away cuz I want y’all to see it for yourselves but I will say that this is a 2-parter! There is a “to be continued” at the end of the movie just so you’re prepared!

• The basic premise is that the Spiders have to take down Spot because he’s hopping to different dimensions, making himself more powerful. Spot has a personal grudge against Miles and wants to take away everything from him. You can tell from the trailers that Miles is trying to defy Miguel and what he’s doing, which ends up going in a very suspenseful direction! Again, not going to spoil everything, but it’s just such a great story!

• Like I said, they focus more heavily on family dynamics in the sequel which I loved! More time with Jeff and Rio which was nice to see, Rio has a great talk with Miles during the movie and it was so heartfelt! Gwen and her dad have a few scenes together too, it’s a really great relationship to watch unfold. Gwen and Miles have some great character moments together, but of course it’s not all positive!

• The dynamic between the different Spiders is a blast as well! I was never bored with this movie, it kept me engaged even during the non-action sequences because they did a great job making you care about these characters!

• This movie clocks in at almost 2 1/2 hours but I promise you, you’re not gonna feel that time. I did not want this movie to end! They throw so much at you but at the same time, you’re gonna leave wanting more!

• Where this movie ends is…wow!! I can say I definitely didn’t see it coming until a few seconds before they revealed what was going on, and I sat there and just went “oh…oh no…” for the last 10-15 minutes lol. And apparently the sequel will be out next year! And thank God cuz I could not wait another 3 years!

• A heads up! There aren’t any end credit scenes so you don’t have to stay for those! The only thing that happens after the initial credits is text appearing saying “Miles Morales will return in…” and it gives you the next movie title (won’t say what it is!)

- Miscellaneous (mostly Easter eggs and cameos)

• There were so many GOD DAMN Easter eggs in this film, it’s insane! I know I’ll have to watch it a few more times if I want to catch everything the put in here! There is def one cameo that stands out above everything else (I won’t say who, but you’ll know when you see him 😏)

• They actually showed very brief scenes from Toby Maguire and Andrew Garfield’s movies which caught me completely by surprise, but I sure as shit was happy about it!!

• They don’t show any scenes from Tom Holland’s Spider-Man (which I understand cuz Marvel 🙄) BUT they make two references to it, one with a line from Miguel and with the cameo I mentioned previously!

• The Spectacular Spider-Man had a fucking voice line and I almost passed out, like I watched the shit out of that show, I was so happy he was included! They also showed the PS4/PS5 version of Spider-Man which I thought was pretty funny!

- Final Thoughts

• Peak cinema! The story, the characters, the visuals…all incredible! Go watch it right now immediately!!

#me #review #spider man #spider man spoilers #spider man across the spider verse #spider man across the spider verse spoilers #across the spider verse #across the spider verse spoilers #smatsv #smatsv spoilers #atsv #atsv spoilers #movie review

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