#i’d do CRIMES for a night w this man

[hotchsdoormat]

this has got to be an all time thomas picture look how breathtaking he is

[amourane]

fatal attraction

pairing: con artist!draco malfoy x police officer!reader

genre: smut

w/c: 2.5k

summary: draco malfoy was a cunning man and a wanted criminal but you couldn't deny the growing sexual tension between the two of you.

warnings: explicit sexual content, degradation, praise, fingering, unprotected sex

a/n: bringing back one of the old ones, new and improved <3

This was definitely not how you expected your first week as a police officer to go. 

You found yourself face to face with a man who seemed to embody trouble itself, his shockingly bleached hair standing out against the backdrop of a dimly lit room. A smirk played on his lips, he idly twirled a mugshot board between his fingers, exuding an air of confidence that made your pulse quicken. His sleeves rolled up, revealing bulging muscles that seemed to ripple with every movement. When he glanced up, you quickly diverted your gaze, blood rushing to your cheeks. 

It was obvious the criminal was handsome, with a symmetrical face and a perfectly chiselled jawline. Steely grey eyes that had a hint of amusement as though he was internally mocking those around him. 

He was Draco Malfoy, a con artist wanted in numerous countries, and you had somehow managed to catch him. It wasn’t intended, you had just bumped into him and his hood had fallen off at the precise moment, giving you the perfect view of his face. A face you could never forget from all the wanted posters stuck to the walls near your tiny desk.

There was no protesting when you locked him in handcuffs, he didn’t fight when they dragged him away, nor did he complain as they treated him like a stray dog. He merely had the same cocky grin plastered on his face, one that didn’t calm your nerves. 

“So.” He purred, eyes fixing on you and suddenly you felt like a small rabbit from his predatory gaze. “I haven’t seen you around before, love. I would’ve remembered such a pretty face.” His voice was as smooth as honey and you felt as if your body was on fire by the sweet words pouring out of his mouth. 

“I’d advise you to shut up, Malfoy.” Your partner, Ron Weasley, growled as his eyes threw daggers at the criminal. 

Draco smiled. “Or what, officer? You’re not allowed to harm me.”

He was right, officers weren’t allowed to display violent behaviour towards criminals, even if they were guilty of the most heinous crimes. He fixed his eye back onto you, his tongue peeking out to swipe over his bottom lip. You felt yourself grow hot under your uniform and you shuffled nervously. 

The quick snaps flashed before your eyes and each time Ron had to tell Draco to place his board properly and not to pose like a model. There was nothing wrong with him doing what he was doing but the long, seductive gaze he shot at you didn’t make your heart stop fluttering. 

And you knew, deep down, that this man was a criminal, someone who’s broken the law on multiple accounts. He had cheated, lied and manipulated his way to the top and yet you couldn’t help yourself to feel aroused whenever he looked in your direction.

As Ron dragged him away to his cell, brushing past you, he gave you a sly wink and it didn't soothe your beating heart. It was only when you got home that you realised he had slipped something in your pocket, a note in his beautiful cursive handwriting.

cell number 80, come by when you have time.

It was something so simple and yet it had tingles shooting up your spine. 

That night your mind was plagued with the smirks of Draco Malfoy and the dirty things he would whisper in your ear, holding you close. His deep voice as it moaned your name repeatedly, praising you for what you were doing. You woke up in the middle of your sinful dream, panting for air and you reached for the water on your bedside. 

You didn’t know how you were going to survive.

//

Draco threw a rock in the air, catching it as it fell back into his hand. He could hear the faint dripping of a leaky pipe as water landed on the cold floor. The cell they had thrown him in was grimy, an unknown black substance on one of the walls. 

It made him sick. 

The little burner phone he held in his hands, something he’d managed to sneak in, was flashing with texts.

TN: pls don’t tell me you got caught just to see the new police officer.

TN: malfoy, istg if you did i will skin you alive.

TN: seriously??? draco, she’s a cop, we can’t have that.

Theo’s texts had come through once he had switched the burner phone on and he read through all of them. Sighing, he hastily texted back.

DM: piss off i need some fun.

The reply was immediate and Draco glared at the screen, switching it off. There was no point arguing with Theo, he didn’t have the time nor energy. He grinned at the thought of you, your flushed cheeks and jittery eyes. He had seen the way you were looking at him. 

You would come sooner or later. 

//

This was so wrong. This was so wrong. This was so wrong. 

That phrase repeated in your mind, echoing through your body but your feet didn’t stop as they climbed the stairs, moving to cell number 80. It was 2 am in the morning and you were on night duty with Ron but you had offered to do the rounds instead, to which he had agreed. 

Now, your feet were walking towards Draco’s cell and the nervous jitters kicked in. It was as if you were back at your first day of school, your mum patting your back as she ushered you through the gates. This time you had no one to comfort you. Your shoes made soft padding noises across the silent hallway and you hoped none of the criminals would wake up. 

As you passed, you saw the various people in cells, some scrawny and tall, some buff and muscly. Each cell was identical and had just enough room for a single bed and movement allowance. You were taking a deep breath once you passed cell number 79 and when 80 came into view you didn't realise you were holding your breath until you found your lungs burning for air. 

Draco was lying on his bed, arms behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. Even though he was in the prison uniform he still managed to look stunning in the ridiculous orange. He wore a plain white shirt underneath and the jumpsuit was tied at his waist. 

You cleared your throat, stepping closer. He lifted his head and his eyes flickered with amusement when he saw you. 

“Well, well, well.” He whispered, getting up and dragging his feet to you. “Look who came.”

“What do you want?” You asked, feeling intimidated by his tall stature even though you’re the one who’s meant to be in power. 

Draco smirked, the same one that has butterflies erupting in your stomach. 

“I want...you.”

The last word was said with a deep, sultry tone that had your thighs rubbing together and your panties beginning to stick. 

It’ll be alright. It’ll be fine.

That was what you told yourself as you unlocked his cell doors, fingers fumbling with the keys. You didn’t know what was wrong with you as you crashed your lips onto his. Your senses overloaded and everything disappeared. Draco’s lips were soft and pillowy, and you tasted the faint green apple gum he must have been chewing.

As he pushed your back against a wall, he hastily unbuttoned your shirt, hands fondling with your breasts. The black, lacy bralette made his mind go in circles as he growled. His hands massaged the soft flesh and you moaned at his touch. The warmth spreaded throughout your body, hitting your core. You panted and squirmed.

Draco’s lips were still attached to yours and when he pressed his body against yours, you felt his cock between the jumpsuit. Your fingers scrambled to grasp at the white material, tugging it off eagerly. 

Everything about him had you seeing the stars. 

“Knew you wanted me.” He muttered into your mouth. “Saw the way you were looking at me, Officer L/n.” 

“Y/n, call me Y/n.” 

Draco grinned wickedly. “Alright Y/n.” 

His lips left yours, finding a new home on your nipple. He sucked, swirling his rough tongue over your sensitive nub. The feeling had your body wriggling around and he pinned you to the wall, keeping you from moving. He gave each breast the same treatment, the same seductive licks and nips that his tongue delivered. 

“D-Draco…” You let out. “A-Ahh, fuck!” 

His palm came up to cover your mouth. “Can’t make too much noise, love.” His fingers trailed down to your things, ripping the clothing off of your body and he groaned at the sight of your wet panties. “All for me.”

Slowly, he slipped his hand into your panties, playing with your clit. He dipped a single finger in easily, teasing your needy cunt. You whimpered practically begging him for more. Your pussy fluttered around his finger and you desperately tried to grind down on his palm for some sort of friction but he gave you none.

“Such a needy whore.” Draco smirked, breath fanning over your face and you moaned at his words. “So wet f’me, just hear her speak.”

Another finger slipped inside and you gasped and clung onto Draco’s shoulders for support. The lewd sounds of your wet pussy filled the cell and you couldn’t help but flush with embarrassment. The criminal continued to curl and thrust his fingers, relishing in the sounds he was able to elicit. The pace he set was incredibly fast and your body failed to catch up. A strangled moan left your throat as you tried to stifle your vulgar noises. 

Draco pumped his digits in and out of you, the wet sounds reverberating around the walls. He scissored you open, bending down to look at the way your pussy was dripping. The growl he let out made your knees buckle. Every single thing about you had Draco begging for more. His fingers were drenched with your juices as he continued to thrust messily. 

“Fuck this. I can’t wait.”

He stripped his clothes and your pussy clenched at the sight of his cock. The flushed, red tip, leaking with precum. A whimper bubbled to your mouth and your mouth watered. You desperately wanted to suck him off but your thoughts were interrupted as he thrusted into you. 

The sensation of his cock filling you up had you reeling and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Pain filled your body at the stretch to accommodate his size. Draco moaned, resting his forehead against yours, not hesitating to deliver harsh thrusts into you. 

“Draco.” You whined. “Fuck, feels so good.” You said drowsily, high on the feeling of his cock. 

“Yeah.” He panted, gripping your hips as he pounded into you. He watched as he disappeared into your wet heat. “You like this, love? Like me wrecking this slutty cunt?”

You struggled to find words and when you did it came out in a soft stutter. “I-I do…”

“Course you do fucking whore. That’s all you are isn’t it? A nasty hole to use, fuck I’m going to fill you up. You’d like that, my cum all stuffed inside this pretty pussy.”

You mewled incoherently, babbling at the pleasure you were receiving. It’s a feeling you never wanted to forget and as his huge cock plunged in and out of you, a silent scream ripped through your body. Only one thought was on your mind and it was Draco Malfoy, wanted criminal, fucking you in a dirty cell. 

His hair fell into his eyes and you reached your fingers up to brush it away. Draco looked up, eyes filled with lust. When he met your eyes he couldn’t help but crash his lips onto yours. You let him swallow every one of your moans and lewd noises. 

The harsh, hard pounds he delivered made you whimper his name over and over again. Draco  loved it, he found the thing he loved hearing the most. Your voice. He urged it out of you, thrusting into you deeper, hitting that sweet spot that had you screaming in ecstasy. Your body leaned into his touch every time. 

“D-Draco gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum.” You gasped, nails dragging down his back. “So so so good, don’t s-stop gonna cum, need it so bad.”

Draco grinned as his grip on you tightened and you cried out in pleasure. “Such a pretty voice. Don’t you just love to beg and scream. I’m gonna fill this filthy cunt with my cum, does that sound good love?” 

You were too blissed out to properly respond with words and all you could manage was a weak nod. His smirk traced over your bare skin and you could feel his hot breath as it enveloped you. He never once stopped telling you how he was going to ruin you, make you full of him that you wouldn’t be able to forget him inside you for weeks. 

The thought was enough to send you over the edge. Your body convulsed at the overwhelming feeling. Every one of your limbs felt as if it’s being tuned to the perfect melody. You gasped and moaned Draco's name, closing your eyes as you threw your head back. The harsh thrusting didn’t stop and he snapped his hips to yours faster than ever.

“Oh fuck.” He cursed, groaning at the sound of his body meeting yours. “You’re so good, such a good girl.” The low hum had your body shivering with delight. 

It wasn’t long before he was coming as well, eyes squeezed shut, cursing, as he continued his shallow thrusts. Hot cum shot into your pussy and you felt a warmth spread within you. It dripped out of you. He panted, sweat glistening off his forehead and you held onto his body so you didn't collapse. 

“You really are something else, love.” Draco chuckled, pressing his lips against yours. His eyes transfixed at your leaking cunt. “Fuck, look at you.” 

You closed your thighs, embarrassed at the sight. All of your thoughts were coming back to you and they weighed you down once more. He noticed your worry and he cupped your face, cooing. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

//

You didn’t remember how you got home, nor do you remember the rest of the conversation with Draco. Everything was a blur and when you woke up in your bed the next morning, all you had left was the lewd memories of his cock pounding into you. The loud, obnoxious ringing of your phone startled you out of your dreamy haze. You picked it up, rubbing your eyes at the bright morning light.

“Y/n.” Ron’s urgent voice crackled through your phone and you immediately sat up straighter. “Y/n, something really really bad has happened. I don’t even know how and of course I don’t blame you. It's just...Malfoy’s escaped.”

Half of Ron’s rant was cut off when you notice a piece of paper at your bedside followed by an unfamiliar gun holster. It had the familiar cursive handwriting, followed by a series of digits. You gasped, eyes filling with shock.

“I-I’ll call you back Ron.” You hung up immediately, diving for the note.

Call me. xxx-xxx-xxx

[cmdrfupa]

Love you a waffle lot, you know?

Hiromi Higuruma x Reader

Sfw, established relationship w/ soft king Hiromi. fluff with smoochin (so sprinkled nsfw if you squint)

Foodies and Goodies entry and also me dusting off the typewriter after almost 10 years of not writing a fic. Thank you @tsukimefuku for the inspo!

The sensation of the cold, wet air and the faint sound of rain awaken your senses. A rainstorm provides respite from a week of stress, anxiety, and fatigue as it welcomes you to a new day. The overcast sky is causing very little light to filter into your bedroom. You awaken to the sensation of cold, satiny sheets beneath your hands, only to find yourself alone in the vast bed. With a smile and a hint of grogginess, you realized that not even a rainy Saturday would keep Hiromi in bed past 10 am unless you physically held him down.” That man can’t stay still.”

When you look out the window to see the rain splattering over the glass, the smell hits your nostrils just in time. The chill of the outside air was making it slightly uncomfortable to stay in bed. Well. Uncomfortable to stay in bed alone.

Shuffling down the hall to the low-lit, sage-colored, sunflower-accented kitchen as your husband comes into view. Wearing a fitted knit tank top and pajama pants from a set you bought him years ago, he leaned against the kitchen counter. Dark hair was damp, and wispy strands were sticking together at the nape of his neck. Eagle eyes watch the waffle maker as if it’ll walk off if he even thinks about looking away.

He notices your outline at the doorway and turns to you, holding out his hand for you to come to him.

“The waffle maker? You’re pulling out the heavy artillery. Need any help?”

With a slight shake of his head, the corners of his mouth turn upright.

“Was going to bring it to you. You didn’t have to get up, darling.” He spoke warmly. Fingers hooked with his, the smell of his aftershave commingling with the scent of the dripping coffee nearby.

“I was getting cold.” He brings you closer on impulse, wrapping his arms around you and rubbing your back with a delicate touch. His embrace is familiar and inviting as he kisses your head. His steady breath encouraged a sense of cozy contentment.

“You looked quite comfortable. It would’ve been a crime to wake you. So I figured I’d make a simple breakfast we could enjoy in bed."

“You spoil me, Mr.Higuruma.”

“Oh, just you wait. I even have the berry syrup you love to have with them.”

Eyebrows raised now with just a hint of excitement. “What on earth am I going to do with you?” The ding of the waffle maker brings you two apart. He gives your forehead a soft peck before you reach the kitchen nook in the corner.

“Love me forever, of course.”

"And if you think that’s bad, she didn’t even update us. Just sent the files over to Nanami and left for her vacation.” His hand on your thigh, not keeping you from spilling your thoughts.

“Not even a concern about whether our workload was already maxing us out.” The golden brown waffles sat in front of you both, fragrant berry syrup dripping off the sides as you cut into the crispy cake, feeding another forkful to Hiromi, him happily receiving the food, chewing as you talked about the previous work day.

“I’m telling you, romi. The late nights because of her lack of care are becoming irksome. Either her boss gets her together, or I’m tying Mei Mei to a tractor-trailer by that stupid braid”. Hiromi observed you as you grabbed your coffee, the first sip taken with closed eyes. 4-second sip followed by a quick lick of your lip to catch the vanilla-flavored trickle. He always waited to make sure he had your coffee perfect before taking a sip of his own. Noticing his gaze, you move the mug from your lips.

“Honey, you okay?”

“Of course, darling.” He kissed your neck, then lips, the taste of the sweet syrup lingering. “Mei is being her usual half-ass self while you and Nanami work to improve her look.” Eyes now on you, he thumbs at your lips. “ You deserve the opportunity to tie her to that tractor-trailer.” The rich tone of his voice, followed by his lingering gaze, kept you from immediately replying. You instead smirk, sipping your coffee again.

“You know what I’m going to say, so I won’t say it.” That simpered smile you’ve loved from the beginning tugs at his cheeks, “But… whenever you decide to put the salary job down…”

“I know, Hiro..” the unyielding taps of rain on the glass filled the comfortable silence. Taking your fork and having a bite of the waffle, eyes closing for a moment. “Mmm”

His lips met yours in a soft kiss, his hands reaching to bring your legs to his lap.

“I don’t like seeing you stressed. Leave that type of nonsensical energy for me to work through.”

“And what do I do when you are overly stressed, my dear husband?” Reaching to glide the tip of your finger down his aquiline nose. A sigh of contentment huffed softly under your always tender touch.

The pitter-patter of the rain hitting the glass is soothing. droplets slide down the window in a slow, methodical movement, colliding with one another and forming larger droplets that glide down faster.

Your view through the rain-streaked window was now slightly obstructed, adding to the coziness of being inside. Hiromi forks another piece of waffle into his mouth, returning his attention to you and pushing the plate away.

“This. Simply be near me.” Dexterous fingers grip your thigh as his loving gaze approaches your face. “Be near me and maybe make the waffles next time. They don't taste like yours.”

“Nutmeg. And just a spill of heavy cream.”

“Nutmeg. You beautiful genius.”

The sound of the rain fills the air, the steady rhythm of the drops building a barrier around you, separating you from the world for the weekend. Whispers of affection and conversation as your forever coffee date share what he wants to do on your rainy weekend inside.

[celaenaeiln]

lol hi its me 12 am anon so uh tldr is that i hung out with my friend and we got drunk and we made out or smth but more importantly they made w fuckin list of dick grayson things i started talking abt while drunk

- “bad idea right?” but its dick grayson and his exes

- bruce technically gave dick a family but dick’s the one who like truly made it feel like a family when it comes down to it he’ll fuck up bruce for his siblings

- that one “5 man band” trope and how he can fit as the leader and the heart

- into a specific (blank) to lovers? dick grayson’s got you covered

- the “barney from how i met your mother basketball hoop scene” and “eleanor from the good place mom she never had” but make it dick and bruce (teenage or adult idc i’d love both)

- nightwing could 100% be the figurehead of the dceu (like im talking spiderman level) if dc would do something [this was timed . i talked abt this for like 30 minutes all on its own]

i am . so embarrassed. also i dont know if we made out before or after the rant and i dont know which is more embarrassing .

what. what. "more importan-" NO! NO ARE YOU KIDDING ME THAT IS NOT MORE IMPORTANTLY OH MY GOD!!!

MY MIND IS LITERALLY BREAKING RIGHT NOW!

WHAT HAPPENED AFTER THAT? Do you like her? Did she say anything?! I-

WAIT DOES THAT MEAN DICK GRAYSON LITERALLY GOT YOU TWO TOGETHER?!

NO WAIT!! SHE KISSED BACK. SHE KISSED BACK!

oh my god i'm reeling.

Have you guys talked about it yet?

I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS

I LITERALLY CAN'T THINK OF DICK GRAYSON RIGHT NOW AFTER THAT BOMB YOU DROPPED ON ME BUT FINE

"Bad idea right" was literally written for Dick Grayson!

Nightwing (1996) Issue #133

"Bad idea right?"

Actually every single Olivia Rodrigo's songs feels like Dick wrote it.

Like the sour album? Every time I listen to it I imagine that Dick just wrote the album because he was so mad at bruce after being fired from Robin lol.

"bruce technically gave dick a family but dick’s the one who like truly made it feel like a family when it comes down to it he’ll fuck up bruce for his siblings"

That's true too!

Batman (2011) Issue #11

"The truth is, I didn't save you from some dark fate, those years ago. You saved me from one."

Batman (2011) Issue #11

"And you still are saving me, every day."

Bruce gave Dick security but Dick gave Bruce a life. He gave Bruce the ability to become human, to be happy.

Take Gotham War for example,

Batman (2016) Issue #138

Bruce tells Jason he's saving Jason from himself and Jason in turn asks Bruce who's going to save Bruce from himself.

Cut immediately to -

Batman (2016) Issue #138

Dick.

Dick has always been there to pull Bruce out of his darkest days when he tries or is willing but Bruce giving up on Dick's ability to do so is symbolic of him giving up on himself. It's the height of Bruce's irredeemability.

Even after Jason died, Bruce indirectly called Dick to come join him but at this point his back up personality is too far gone for him to recover.

Batman: The Return

Dick literally is the reason Bruce stays connects to the batfamily. In a good way.

He has no reservations about keeping Bruce in check.

"that one “5 man band” trope and how he can fit as the leader and the heart"

5 man band trope: one leads, one contrasts, one thinks, one fights, and one keeps all of the above from killing one another

DAMN RIGHT

He's the leader.

Batman: Gotham Nights (2020) Issue #12

And the one that keeps them all together

Batman: Gotham Nights (2020) Issue #12

Dick is the defacto leader when Bruce is gone or lost it.

Batman (2016) Issue #137

Batman (2016) Issue #704

Batman (2016) Issue #704

"Selina doesn't run Gotham. You do. While I'm away."

And the family's protector.

Batman (2016) Issue #137

"into a specific (blank) to lovers? dick grayson’s got you covered"

Yup!

Canonical:

Childhood partner to lovers - Raya Vestri

Friends to lovers - Barbara Gordon

Enemies to lovers - Shawn Tsang

Psuedo-family to lovers - Helena Wayne (they actually married in Earth 2)

Crime fighting partner to lovers - Helena Bertenelli

Kiss at first sight to lovers - Koriand'r

Pseudo-therapist to lover - Bea Bennet

Landlord to lovers - Bridget Clancy

Teammates to lovers - Zatanna

X to lovers - literally him and everyone

He's just so shippable that way. Not gonna lie, literally all of his relationships Dick and his lover have been great together.

the “barney from how i met your mother basketball hoop scene” and “eleanor from the good place mom she never had” but make it dick and bruce (teenage or adult idc i’d love both)

The New Teen Titans Issue #50

Man this hits hard. I've never seen how I met your mother but the parallels in the basketball hoop scene and Dick's talk with Bruce are uncanny.

The thing I think is weird about Dick and Bruce's relationship is that it's steeped in insecurities for each other. Dick feels hurt and betrayed and lost as to why Bruce would take in a new robin so suddenly and Bruce's tenure as Dick's robin is riddled with insecurities about him not being a good enough partner.

Batman and Robin Eternal Issue #6

However it's because of these insecurities that I believe they are close.

The difference between Barney and his dad, from what I gather from the clip, is that his dad never acted like one to Barney.

But with Dick and Bruce? Bruce was a good dad to Dick. But he was a terrible partner. Bruce treated Dick like an equal while still fielding reservations about his age and dealing with his own insecurities. Bruce knows that what he's doing is not right but at the same time Dick is far too competent. His intelligence, his athletic skills, his compassion, and his fearlessness were light years beyond anyone Bruce had ever met and Bruce acklnowledges this.

Batman and Robin, The Boy Wonder Issue #2

"The GAS was supposed to knock his OUT. His brain out to be sailing past the MOON, right now. What's this brat MADE out of?"

Batman: The Widening Gyre Issue #1

Bruce's biggest problem with Dick is literally that he talks to much.

Dick is equal in every way to Batman and even exceeds him in some ways when he was Robin itself. So Bruce pushes the responsibilities of Batman's partner on to Dick while treating his as his son, mother, therapist, and partner. And Dick steps up to that. Soon they fall into a rhythm where Dick is Bruce's one for all human interaction. So imagine when you have a constant thing with someone that you're comfortable with and they suddenly start holding back from you. They begin talking about how you're too young to handle adult responsibilities. How you shouldn't be facing that burden. Now you're confused. Those responsibilities they are criticizing you for are the very ones that depended on you for. So now you start doubting yourself and trying harder and harder to make them see that you can handle the job. While you're struggling with confusion, they're struggling with guilt.

That is Bruce and Dick's relationship. Bruce grew a conscious after 10 years and Dick can't understand it. So there comes the self-blame and strife.

What Dick doesn't understand his Bruce feels guilty of his over reliance on Dick. Dick's self-blame has come to such a point that now even when Bruce in full honesty rants about how proud he is of Dick, Dick holds reservations because if Bruce was really proud then he would dump all the responsibilities on him right?

It's really messed up.

"nightwing could 100% be the figurehead of the dceu (like im talking spiderman level) if dc would do something [this was timed . i talked abt this for like 30 minutes all on its own]"

LOL

I think the Dawn of DC does have Dick be the figurehead or at least he will be in the future. We're just getting the beginning now.

Nightwing (2016) Issue #100

Nightwing (2016) Issue #100

Nightwing (2016) Issue #100

Nightwing (2016) Issue #100

"We want you to lead."

Justice League (2011) Issue #51

It comes full circle.

[britcision]

Happy WIP Wednesday friends! Not a huge deal for you today, but I figured I’d drop the Flashback and give you the last piece in the “Bruce Puts His Head In His Butt” for the night!

(Bruce is tranq’ed by Alfred minutes after the call ends and is put to bed. In my heart. He might actually walk himself up but we all know it’s Alfred’s glare that makes it happen)

Just a taste of chapter 14 of Dead and Loving It, you can find the fic on AO3 or from my pinned post which is the latest chapter, but links to the first and all subsequent chapters are in each post!

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A Good Excuse To Be A Bad Influence

Jason was actually on his way to bed on time for once in his life, the early end to patrol and lack of crime lord duties giving him a chance to get a full five hours sleep.

He should have known he wouldn’t get lucky two nights in a row; Constantine wasn’t around to distract Bruce anymore.

He’d contemplated not answering. Contemplated trying not to shoot Bruce in half an hour if the fucker showed up at his window.

The pit growled.

It was the worst thing he’d ever heard. The worst thing he’d ever felt. And he did feel it, vibrating in his very bones.

It sent shivers creeping up and down, muscles tensing as if to run away from something inside him.

He answered the call, hoping it wouldn’t show in his voice.

“What.” Flat, unfriendly. Not encouraging conversation.

“You didn’t come to the cave.” B’s voice was equally flat, but in his case it sounded like a condemnation. An accusation.

Jason gritted his teeth.

“I have shit to do in the morning. Make it quick,” he snapped, giving his bed a glare it definitely didn’t deserve.

His pillows had never done anything to hurt him.

There was a momentary pause before B audibly decided not to push it.

Good.

Jason was in a mood to bite.

“We have intel on the Infinite Realms. I’ve sent the report. You need to stay away from Danny Fenton, for your health,” B said, still cold, still clinical.

Like he didn’t care. Like what Jason wanted didn’t matter.

Jason’s grip tightened and the phone case cracked.

“Yeah, no. Fuck off.” He spat the words, adding “get new phone” to his list of chores for the morning.

He’d been doing so well with this one. Of course Bruce had to ruin it.

At least the old man didn’t seem surprised by his reaction.

“Jason. It… he. His abilities may affect your condition,” he said slowly, sounding tired. Old.

The pit snarled, sensing weakness, and Jason kinda wished he was still lost in its rage. Back when he was, it was easy just to hate those moments.

B showing signs of humanity fucking hurt.

“He is. He’s making it better,” he shot back, brooking no argument.

“We don’t know that, Jason. Please, just… just for a few days. Until we can talk to the League, understand what he’s doing to you.”

Was.

Was that Bruce begging?

It froze something small and soft in Jason’s chest, stuck him in place. And did nothing to stop the flood of icy rage from filling him up.

Filling his chest, crushing his lungs, making it hard to breathe. Because of course, anyone and everyone else’s judgement was worth more to the man than Jason’s.

Begging Jason to listen to him, when he would never, ever, fucking ever listen to Jason. When it didn’t fucking matter if Jason begged.

“And why the fuck would the League know better than a doctor from the Realms?” He finally snapped, ignoring the way his throat tightened.

There was a long silence.

“A doctor?” Bruce asked softly, his voice still so flat and emotionless that only his kids could have read the confusion. Jason rolled his eyes.

“Danny brought me to a doctor. I’m gonna be fine,” he ground out reluctantly, part of him resenting Bruce’s constant insistence on knowing everything.

But… well. If it got the guy off his fucking back.

There was a long silence, one that Jason was fully aware B was likely spending working this new information into his latest paranoid fantasy.

Jason seriously considered just hanging up and going to bed. He was about to do it when Bruce spoke again.

“Would this doctor be willing to speak to the League?” And there it was again, Batman voice, clinical and distant and always, always fucking suspicious.

Jason rolled his eyes harder. With emphasis. Willing to be interrogated by first the Justice League and then separately also goddamn Batman.

Actually, now that he thought about it, he was pretty sure B wouldn’t get anywhere with Frostbite. Frostbite took his work seriously and was, yeah, king of a full realm of yetis.

None of Bruce’s pointed silences, menacing looming, or vague growls would bug the guy who got Danny through Fucked Up Ghost Puberty.

(And would probably be helping Jason through his own Fucked Up Ghost Puberty… joy of joys.)

It might actually be fun to see him try. If just being here wouldn’t put Frostbite in danger, because hell fucking no that wasn’t happening. The guy may not be his king but Jason would still die first.

But of course, in all his paranoid bullshit about the Realms influencing Gotham, B had somehow conveniently missed what America was doing to the Realms.

Like Jason hadn’t even done the full write up.

“Not while the fucking League are required to hand him right to the US government for torture and experimentation. Which, by the way, did you read my report on the Anti Ecto Acts?” Jason asked sarcastically, doing his very worst fake concern.

And again he was met with silence. Fuck, maybe Bruce hadn’t read it. Jason had dropped it in the day before all this gala bullshit had started, and it had been a busy two days since.

Maybe B deadass hadn’t put the pieces together. Might as well hammer it home for him.

“You know, the one that says you, me, Cass, and Damian are all non-sentient because we’ve been exposed to the pits?” Jason added, eyes narrowing.

Which wasn’t technically true, since it was the resulting liminality and ability to process ectoplasm that made them count, but Bruce didn’t need to know that yet.

Finally he spoke again, voice gruff and clipped.

“I’m looking into it. But for now, Jason, please-” he said again, the cover of Batman beginning to slip.

But Jason was done. No fucking chance Bruce was giving him orders when he hadn’t even bothered asking for Jason’s opinion.

He wanted to spout off about dangers of the Infinite Realms after talking to some wet paper bag of a man who hawked his soul like it was a pokemon card. Hard pass.

And even after hearing that Jason knew what was going on a damn sight better than Bruce did, he still wanted to push him around?

Fuck that.

“Sorry B, legally non-sentient, guess I can’t be blamed for my actions,” he drawled, then turned his phone off and dropped into bed.

He had a lot of shit to do before picking Danny up in the morning.

——————-

Jason will be using “legally non-sentient” as an excuse long after the laws themselves are repealed, and just you fucking wait until Damian hears he can try it too 😏

Sorry Bruce, Damian can’t socialize today, he’s legally non-sentient and can’t be blamed if he bites someone

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[myinconnelly1]

Take Everything

Criminal Minds fic

Spencer Reid x OFC

Summary: Spencer made a poor choice in the past, but when there is an outbreak related to a powerful aphrodisiac in Mia's city and he shows back up, she might have to learn to forgive him.

Warnings: Adult Language, 'sex pollen', dub!con, forensic conversation, P in V sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, other spoiler warnings in tags

W/C: 2,669

A/N: A special thanks to @firefly-in-darkness for the use of her amazing graphics/dividers. Go check her out.

Mia rubbed her temples as she looked around the crime scene.  This was the fourth DOA in two weeks.  Mia walked over to where the coroner was with the body.  She had donned her gloves and squatted down by the man as he pulled a thermometer from the body.

“I’d say the time of death was between 3 – 5 am.  But it’s hard to tell. Based on my previous autopsies, all of the victims had significantly high fevers and this will make my estimations poor at best.”  The coroner cleaned his instrument and started to get the body ready for transport.  “I can make some preliminary observations that support the use or overdose of Talon.  Petechia around the eyes suggests a lack of oxygen.  Pupils dilated and the flushed look tone of the skin all point to the hyperactivity of the nervous system.”

“Thanks, I’ll be sure to wash up,”  Mia said as she stood and walked away.  She took her gloves off and put them into a hazardous waste baggie.

“Hall, you’ve got to come hear this shit,”  Mia’s partner called and she walked outside to join him.

It had been several months since the BAU team had been in this city.  Spencer had spent almost two months here before the rest of the team had been invited.  He had a personal interest in a case that they had come on, but the locals hadn’t wanted to call in the feds.  Six women had died because of the mistrust between the city police and the federal agents.

Reid felt guilty about what he had done, but it’s likely that without him many more people would have died.  Hotch had told him that he should never talk about what he had done to anyone after Spencer couldn’t deal with the guilt anymore, but in the end, Hotch agreed that it was a decision that saved several lives.

Deaths related to Talon were piling up all over the country.  In a small, diluted amount, Talon was an aphrodisiac.  However, in the past couple of months, people, especially teenagers were getting a hold of Talon in its pure form.  The fine blue powder could be ingested orally or inhaled.

Hotch, Morgan, and Reid were setting up at the police station, while the others investigated the body in the morgue.

“Morgan, you and Reid start building the geographical profile.  I’m gonna talk with the captain, thank him for inviting us, since we had all that trouble last time.”  Hotch said before he started to walk into the bullpen.

“This is my case, Captain!

You can’t just give it to the feds without telling me.” Mia shouted from behind a closed door.

“And what kind of progress have you made on this case, Hall?”  The captain had raised his voice only to be heard over the woman.  “They are here to help us, play nice.”

“Good evening, Captain, thank you for inviting us on this case,”  Hotchner said as he opened the door to the office.  “Anything I can do to help?”

“No, Agent Hotchner, thank you for coming, here is a copy of the case file,”  The captain slid the case file over, before walking out from behind his desk to help get the BAU set up.

“Play nice, Hall,”

Mia muttered under her breath as she walked out of the office and saw the other members of the BAU team.

“Fucking bet on it.”

“You okay, Hall?” one of the officers asked as she walked past her desk.

“Fucking fabulous, I’m taking the rest of the night off.  Call me if someone dies,”  Mia huffed as she very deliberately threw her shoulder to bump into Reid.

“Hey!” Morgan shouted at her as she walked past.  Spencer tried to get him to leave the whole thing alone.  “What the hell was that about?  Wasn’t she the cop that got us invited on the last case?”

“Let it go, I’m sure she is still mad about how many people died last time,”  Reid said, his guilt over the entire situation starting to come back to the surface.

“That’s no reason for her to take it out on you,” Morgan said watching the way his friend moved.  “You were dating her, weren’t you?”

“Not really,” Spencer said trying to end the conversation and pulled out the maps and such to work on his map.

“Not really?  Either you’re with someone or you’re not.  Unless Spencer Reid is getting casual with his relationships.”  Morgan grinned as he teased the younger agent.  Reid’s ears turned red with the embarrassment that his friend was bringing up.

“Listen I don’t really want to talk about it.  Can we just work?  Things didn’t end well between us,”  Reid finished when Morgan gave him a look begging for more information.

“Rossi says all four of the victims tested positive for Talon,”  Hotch said as he came into the conference room where Reid and Morgan were set up.  “There have been several people that have shown up in the ER recently with high-dose exposure.  There is definitely some pure dust on the street.”  Aaron put thumbtacks on the board where the DOAs had been and then flagged the locations that the survivors had claimed to have been when they thought they had been dosed.

“This is a lot of ground to cover,”  Morgan said.

“We’re gonna need the cops patrolling these areas.  It’d be a big help if they were all on our side.”  Since the BAU team members had arrived there had been several suspicious looks and some that were downright unwelcoming.  “The captain seems on board with getting our help, but I think whatever went down with Reid and Hall is causing some bad blood.  I don’t need to know what it was, I’ll go call Garcia and see if we can come up with information based on the map.”

Morgan walked out of the room, obviously making space for Hotch and Reid to talk.

“You should go talk to her,”

Hotch said kindly.  “I assuming that you broke things off when the case ended, and you haven’t talked to her since then.”

“Yeah, it definitely wasn’t the best thing to have done.  How do I even bring the whole thing up with her?  It’s been months and she is still very obviously mad.  She probably won’t even talk with me.  Do I just knock on her door and say I’m sorry for using you, but my friend was one of the people who was missing, and I needed a way to get on the case, so I used you?”  Reid was very obviously flustered as he threw his hands into the air.  “I think I really screwed up, Hotch.  I think I was really into her, and now I can’t fix it.”  Aaron put his hand on Spencer’s shoulder to get his attention.

“You don’t know that you can’t fix it, if you don’t try.  Go talk to her.  Apologize.

At least then she will know that you are sorry,”  He said gently.

“Mia?”  Spencer called gently as he knocked on her door.  The door creaked open slightly when his knuckles rapped on the door.  Concern overtook his expression, and he pulled his gun.  “Mia!  It Spencer, are you okay?”  He closed the door and locked it behind himself so that no one would walk in behind him or leave.  He heard gasping and crying from around the corner, and he prepared himself for the worst.

Reid nearly dropped his gun when he came around the corner and saw Mia lying on the rug in her living room.  Her body was pointed away from him, but he could see that she had undone her jeans and let her hand slip into them and between her spread legs.  Quickly, Reid put his gun and holster on the counter and rushed over to her.  She was gasping and sweat had beaded all over her body.  Gooseflesh pricked at Spencer, and he thought she might have turned the air conditioning to its maximum setting.

“Mia, what happened?”

Spencer grabbed one of the Talon instant test kits that he had started carrying when he was working these cases and went to get a cotton swab before he noticed that the kit already showed a little plus sign.  He had simply exposed it to the air, and it was picking up contaminant.  “Shit,”  He cursed as he pulled out his cellphone and took off his jacket. 

“Hotch,”  Reid said a little louder than he intended as his teammate answered his call.  “I’m at Mia’s, she’s been dosed with Talon.  It must have been at her crime scene this morning.  Have Paramedics get to everyone on her team that was there this morning.

I have a dose of the counteragent.

I’ll meet you at the hospital as soon as I can get her on her feet.”  Reid felt the slick of sweat behind his ear as he hung up his cell phone.

“Fuck!”  Mia wailed as she crunched up and grabbed Spencer’s shirt.

“I can’t breathe.”  She panted.

“Mia, you’re gonna be okay.

It’s just Talon.  I know it hurts,” He whispered as he let himself brush her dark hair out of her face.  He was going to need to get her into a shower to lower her temperature.  Her skin was clammy with fever, but he was having trouble getting up to move away from her.  He felt the muscles in his stomach tightening as she moved her face close to his and her lips brushed over his.

“Why didn’t you want me?”

She groaned as she moved very quickly and straddled one of his legs.  “I would have given you anything,”  She said.

Reid felt his cock respond to the way that she ground herself against his thigh and the way her husky breath fanned over his mouth.  She had always been one to talk when they would have sex and he had never minded.  Since he had left, he had often gotten off to the words she had said to him when they were sleeping together.  He had kind of thought she was ridiculous when she jumped into their relationship with both feet and told him that she loved him.

“I wanted to give you the world, but thought you would hate me when you found out about the case,”

He admitted as he realized he had never thought to ask her opinion on the whole thing and instead had ended things with her, sparing himself from her ire.

“I never cared about the case, Spence,”  She whimpered when his free hand fell to where hers had been when he walked into the house.  “I had hoped you would love me back.  I wanted to have your baby.”  It was Spencer’s turn to groan as slick started to cover his fingers.  She had never talked about kids with him during sex.

Sure, he knew she wanted them, but he had been purposely ignorant about it as it pertained to their relationship.

“Make me cum, please,”  She cried into his mouth as she kissed him.

It was all he could take.

He knew something was wrong but was unable to feel anything but the heat that was radiating from both of their bodies.

He wrapped his arm around her back and laid down between her legs as they fell open for him.  He hadn’t noticed that she had unbuckled his belt and pants, and the way that his cock throbbed should have been a warning that he had inhaled some of the powder that was on her clothes.

Mia wiggled out of her pants as Spencer shoved his own down to his knees.  It was the longest he could last without being inside of her.  He hooked his long fingers into her panties and hitched them to the side as he filled her completely with a single stroke.

She whined at the sudden intrusion and Spencer thought he might fill her right then with how tight and hot she was.

“Fuck I missed you, I’m not gonna last long,” He groaned as he made small fast thrusts inside of her.

His fingers found her clit again to make sure that she finished before he did.

They were sweating like they had run a marathon when she came and clamped down so hard on him that he saw stars.  He came hard.

Mia tentatively wiggled her hips and Spencer expected to be sensitive from his orgasm.  But to his surprise, he found he was still hard.  Had he been in his right mind he would have realized that Talon was making him hard still, and if they didn’t receive medical attention, they would just continue to fuck each other.

“Want more,” was all that Mia could get out in her feverish state. 

“I’m gonna give more,”

He grunted as he leaned forward to start fucking into her again, harder this time.  “And you’re gonna take everything I give you.”

“Yes, sir,”  She moaned as her eyes crossed.   Spencer cursed at her words.  She was spurring him on with her sounds. 

He had lost count of how many times he had made Mia and himself cum when she rolled him onto his back and straddled him.  She took her shirt off and threw it to the side.  It had landed on top of Spencer’s cellphone but neither of them noticed that.

“I thought you said you were going to give me everything,”  She said as she grabbed his hands and brought them to her breasts as she rode him.

“I will,”  He moaned as he rutted up into her.  His thighs were starting to burn with the exertion, but he never wanted the feeling of being inside of her to end.

“Give me a baby,”  she whined as she fucked him with long strokes.

He sat up and pulled her tight against his chest as they came together.

“Shit, roll over, so I can give it to you deep,”  He said practically pushing her off of his dick.  He kicked off the rest of his clothes and pulled Mia’s panties off, only just realizing that they had been on this whole time.

“Fuck, Spence, please.”

She cried as he lined himself up.

He took her as hard as he dared, wishing he could get his cum into her womb like this.  He was aware she had started to scream his name every couple of thrusts, but neither of them noticed as the EMTs broke in the door with masks on.

Spencer’s fingers curled into her hair as they both came once more before the counteragent was aerosolized.

Mia was sitting on the side of her bathtub rubbing her temples as the headache continued to assault her.

She had woken up first at the hospital almost two days later.  She was hooked up to fluids as a nurse was checking her vitals.  Apparently, she was going to make a full recovery, but she needed to take it easy, and she was basically doing at-home quarantine.

She had been put on medical leave for three weeks pending her doctor’s approval, a drug test, and a psych evaluation.  Something about going through a trauma and there was nothing to be ashamed of.

Her drug test was on Monday and her psych eval was later that same day.  With any luck, she could return to work.  Her whole body still ached, especially her core muscles, and everything surrounding them.  Spencer had fucked her well, and she had enjoyed every minute of it.  Thankfully he had been texting her and not trying to run away from his problems again.  They had some very long conversations about trust, and Mia had decided that she wanted to give him another chance.

The alarm on her phone went off and she hit the stop button before rubbing her temples again.

“Well,” She sighed before taking a picture and sending it to Spencer.

~Are you ready to do this?

~Looks Positive to me

[denimbex1986]

'Cillian Murphy had just spent the day filming what felt like 30 scenes on “Oppenheimer” with the desert sand kicking up and blasting into his eyes when his co-star Robert Downey Jr. greeted him, trying to boost his spirits. And — this is how Downey remembers it, and when the legend becomes fact, print the legend — Murphy launched into a lament about how, when he had returned to his “18-dollar-a-night hotel room” the previous evening, he found his bags in the hallway and thought, “F—! I haven’t checked out yet. I have to sleep!”

“Every indignity that could befall someone who’s trying to do something .... It was like the tears of Job,” Downey related after a recent screening of the Christopher Nolan blockbuster. “Forget the call sheet and the job. It was everything else. It was the most Irish experience I’ve ever witnessed.”

Nearly two years later, Murphy and I are talking on a late-autumn day in L.A. He’s removing his coat and pulling his chair into the sun because, yes, he’s Irish, and part of the Irish experience is to soak up as much sun as possible when the opportunity presents itself. As to what Downey is ascribing to his native land, Murphy can do nothing but laugh.

“I don’t know if that means that Irish people are more predisposed to suffering,” Murphy says, smiling. “I think he’s being very sweet and saying we were like a troupe, moving at quite a pace. We were just staying at motels by the freeway and moving around. It was not glamorous. The way Chris works is that everything is equitable. No one has trailers or personal makeup. Everyone gets in a bus. It feels like independent filmmaking, but on a f—ing grand scale. And that’s the way I enjoy working.”

Murphy, 47, also enjoys not working, and he’s had a successful enough career in the two decades since his film breakthrough in Danny Boyle’s 2002 classic zombie film “28 Days Later” that he can describe such periods as being “happily unemployed.” That was where he was at a couple of years ago. He’d finished shooting the sixth (and final) season of the entertaining BBC crime drama “Peaky Blinders” and was in the midst of a glorious six months enjoying the company of his wife, Irish visual artist Yvonne McGuinness, and their two teenage sons. Then Nolan called out of the blue.

Actually, it wasn’t Nolan, but his wife and producing partner, Emma Thomas. It couldn’t be Nolan, because Nolan doesn’t have a phone, an eccentricity that’s either endearing or infuriating depending on the context. Thomas handed the phone to her husband, who told Murphy — in what the actor calls an “unbelievably understated British way” — “I’m making a film about Oppenheimer.” Pause. “I’d like you to play Oppenheimer.”

And just like that, Murphy was no longer happily unemployed. He was playing the title character in Nolan’s sprawling drama about the physicist known as the “father of the atomic bomb.”

“A big moment,” Murphy calls it, no stranger to restraint himself. Pause. “A biggie.”

In conversation, Murphy is pleasant and reflective when talking about his native country (he could and should write a book on the Ring of Kerry or at least narrate a self-guided tour) and the arts. I’d read that Nolan sent him photos of David Bowie wearing high-waisted, voluminous trousers from the singer’s Thin White Duke era as a visual reference for the gaunt silhouette he imagined for Oppenheimer, a man who possessed such a manic work ethic that he forgot to eat, subsisting on martinis and Chesterfield cigarettes. I pull up a photo of Bowie taken shortly before his death, wearing a sharp suit, black fedora and beaming smile.

“He looks a little alien, which is what we were going for with Oppenheimer, I think,” Murphy says. He holds onto my phone, looking at Bowie. “One of the greats. That last album [“Blackstar”] was f—ing extraordinary. What a gift to leave us with. Nobody else could have gone out like that.”

Murphy’s most striking feature — his piercing blue eyes — have been noted at length, for good reason. “Oppenheimer” co-star Matt Damon notes how he’d find himself distracted working with Murphy. “It’s a real problem when you’re doing scene work with Cillian [because] sometimes you find yourself just swimming in his eyes,” he told People.

Those eyes are what first attracted Nolan to him. The filmmaker was leafing through a newspaper while writing “Batman Begins” and came across a photo of Murphy from “28 Days Later.” He couldn’t shake the image of this actor with a shaved head and “crazy eyes” and made a note to meet with Murphy for Batman, a role that eventually went to Christian Bale.

They’ve now made six movies together, with Murphy playing the menacing Scarecrow in the “Dark Knight” trilogy, a petulant business heir in “Inception” and a character known simply — and quite accurately — as “Shivering Soldier” in “Dunkirk.” They share a mutual interest in conveying a character’s emotional conflict through close-ups that linger on an actor’s face and allow the audience to feel inner turmoil. In Oppenheimer’s case, it was the searing anguish of a man a bit late to realize and appreciate the consequences of what he’d created.

“To me, great screen acting is all about ‘show, don’t tell,’” Murphy says, “and being able to transmit emotion and energy just by force or presence or charisma.”

I ask him about influences in that regard, but Murphy demurs, saying that if he starts listing actors, he’ll wake up in the middle of the night, thinking, “F—, I left that person out.” He reiterates that his favorite movie moments aren’t big set pieces but watching actors in reflection, inactive, doing nothing, but revealing everything. “I find that compelling in the highest order,” he says.

Murphy had ample opportunity to do just that in “Oppenheimer,” portraying a character caught in a moral dilemma of his own making.

“I knew it would have to be a quiet, small performance, because the themes are f—ing huge,” Murphy says. “What’s happening inside his heart and his mind can’t be painted big, particularly when it’s captured on an Imax camera and it’s going to be shown on a f—ing 80-foot screen. I knew it would have to be delicate and tiny, most of it.”

Murphy doesn’t like to dwell on what he did once call the “monastic experience” of the film’s 57-day shoot or on the months it took to decompress afterward. Such talk would be a little too close to the “Irish experience” Downey had mentioned. But all of these efforts did make me think about something that Emily Blunt, who plays Oppenheimer’s wife, Kitty, in the film and worked with Murphy in “A Quiet Place Part II,” noted about him.

“She said that off set, you’re a hoot,” I tell him, fishing for an example or two. Murphy does not oblige, but he does express how his friendship with Blunt created a trust that informed their portrayal of lifelong partners.

“She’s also one of the funniest people, and I have a rule that I can’t work unless there’s a lightness around the set,” Murphy says. “There has to be some levity. A lot of the films I do are quite heavy and go to some dark, challenging places, and you have to be relaxed to do that. So I don’t walk around in a state of f—ing angst. I need to feel at ease. I can’t be in that dark place all the time. I don’t have the stamina for it.”

Murphy saw “Oppenheimer” at the film’s July world premiere in Paris. Two days later, he and the rest of the cast left the London premiere to show their support for the impending SAG-AFTRA strike. By the time he returned home to Dublin, his wife and sons had already seen “Barbie,” so Murphy went to the cinema by himself to complete the “Barbenheimer” experience.

How do you go incognito to the multiplex, I ask.

“I time going to movies very well now,” Murphy says. “With the ads and trailers, I always arrive a half hour late, slip in and then slip out.”

I grouse how that half hour feels like it’s getting longer by the year. Murphy agrees. And yet ...

“The greatest democratic collective art form is sitting in a darkened space with strangers,” he says. “To be part of a movie that people went to see multiple times and part of a great moment for cinema, that frenzy for those two films, was just lovely. I don’t know if we’ll ever see it again, but I’d like to hope so.”

[kingluffy5]

Playing Detective Pt 2 (Wednesday x Male Reader)

After having witnessed a monster commit murder and learned of a fate destined for them, Wednesday Addams and Y/N Barron begin to unravel the mysteries of their school and the conspiracies that plague their town.

When I woke up I expected that during the day me and Wednesday would be questioned about the murder of Rowan, what did the monster look like, where did it run off too, did it look like one of our classmate, not gonna lie, it has the same bulging eyes as Kevin from my ancient literature class. However, when we were called to talk to the Sheriff he told us something that confused the hell out of us, Rowan’s body was never found.

“How could you use a dead body?” My pale, monotone, friend asks the Sheriff.

“Because there never was one to begin with, there was no footprints, no blood stains, no sign of a struggle, no nothing, nada. My search party looked all night.”

“Well your search party must have left their seeing eye dogs at home.” She retorts.

I stay quiet during this conversation, I’m honestly just wondering where Rowan could have gone, even if he was alive when we left him he couldn’t have made it far enough away before dying of blood loss later, so what the hell happened. Eventually we end up in Weems’ office, she brings up how nobody has heard from him.

“Dead people are notoriously bad at returning calls.” Wednesday says sarcastically.

“You got anything to add on Barron?” He asks me.

“One person saying that a kid was killed by a monster is something you can just write off as them being crazy, but two means there has to be something going on.” I answer.

“Well knowing the family history of both of you then I would say you’re both crazy.”

“Wednesday if the monster kills me next then please say I told you so to this fool for me.” I tell her, but she almost shows a split second of emotion when I say that.

The sheriff then sits down and asks us what we were doing out there with him.

“We heard a noise, went to go investigate and that’s where we stumbled upon the attack.” I explain.

“Then what happened?”

“We ran into Bianca Barclay and told her to go get help, next thing we knew we woke up in our respective dorm rooms.”

“Just to be clear this monster wasn’t a bear or some other wild animal.”

“I’ve hibernated with bears, I’d know the difference.” She says, I laugh at her response and look at her amused.

“Alright Sheriff, I think that’s enough for now.” Weems chimes in.

“Actually we would like to speak to Sheriff Galpin alone.” Wednesday says.

“Do you now?”

“Yes, we do.” I say.

Weems and Galpin get into a bit of back and forth before deciding to give us five minute alone to talk to him here.

“Someone is trying to cover up Rowan’s murder, it’s the only reason to scrub the crime scene.” Wednesday tells him

“Oh, is that your professional opinion as the daughter of a murderer.” Galpin responds.

“My father is twice the man you are, and the only thing he murders is the occasional opera in the shower.”

Alright I would actually really like to hear that.

“I did join my uncle for a summer internship where I helped him clean up crime scenes, if you let me investigate I could probably find something.” I add in

“Is your uncle forensic cleaner?” He asks.

“ … Sure.” I lie.

“Look Addams, Barron, it’s been a long night and I’m tired of your games,”

“We’re not playing games, we’re telling the truth, you wan to reject our claims but you can’t.” She says.

“And why is that?”

“Because the three know there is a monster out there and Rowan is his latest victim.”

All of a sudden one of his deputies comes in, “Sheriff, you’re gonna want to see this.” Then she opens the other door to reveal Rowan staring there, alive obviously, this has to be one of the few times I’ve seen Wednesday shocked in the short time I’ve known her.

— — —

My and Wednesday got bombarded by other students asking a bunch of different things, stuff like why we made up the whole Rowan getting murdered by a monster. The only ones who believed me were Jason, Jack, Amelia, and Gwen. Wednesday said that after her therapy session Tyler told her he believed us.

Ajax is trying to convince me to be part of his team for the Poe Cup but is failing miserably.

“Come on Y/N, we’ll dress as clowns.”

“You’re not a very good salesman.”

“We’ll look terrifying, we can crush the other teams.”

“As appealing as that sounds I got some other things I want to do.”

“Like what?”

“Not have to deal with Xavier’s glaring, ever since me and Wednesday ran into the woods to stop Rowan and saw him get murdered he’s been weird around me.”

“I think he’s just jealous that you’re getting close to Wednesday.”

“Getting called crazy, psycho, and schizo by everyone does tend to drive to people together.” I say sarcastically.

“Alright, well I’ll see you around, and make sure to cheer us on during the race.”

“Would I cheer for anyone else?” I ask him.

“Wednesday.” He replies.

“Like you wouldn’t sink your own ship if Enid gave you puppy dog eyes.”

That ends our conversation as he walks off to go ask other candidate s to be part of his team.

— — —

Me and Wednesday walk into Weems’ office. She told me this morning about a watermark she found in the drawing Rowan had so we were going to ask to speak with him, it would also be nice to find out how he survived.

“That wont be possible I’m afraid, he’s been expelled.” She reveals

“For what?”

“Never you two mind, he’ll be on the first train out this afternoon, what were you doing out in the woods with him in first place?”

“We told you already, we heard a noise and went to investigate.”

“That excuse might have placated the Sheriff but you can’t fool me.”

“You had a psychic vision didn’t you Wednesday, I realized you might be having them when we passed by that accident and knew that the farmer broke his neck, your mother started having visions around your age, they’re notoriously unreliable and dangerous, I remember at first she thought she was loosing her mind, have you spoken to her?” She asked, Wednesday remained silent. “Maybe the person withholding information here is you.”

“May we go now?”

“Not until you’ve picked you’re extracurricular activity, we want our students to remain well rounded.” Weems says.

“I prefer to remain sharp edged.” Wednesday retorts.

“I took the liberty of putting together a list of clubs that have openings.”

“How thoughtful.”

“You need to pick one by the end of the day, I’ll be keeping my eye on you, no doubt you’ll find something to tickle your fancy.”

“The last person who tickled me lost a finger.” Wednesday said walking off.

“Ooh beekeeping I’m in that one, it’s awesome.” I say pointing to it on the list.

— — —

Me and Wednesday part ways after that and I head over to beekeeping where I get to greet club president, my roommate, and one of my closest friends, Eugene Ottenger.

“Hey Eugene, just want to warn you the new girl might come over to check out the club.” I tell him while putting on my suit, then all of a sudden I hear an ear piercing sound and a bunch of the werewolves barking.

Eventually Wednesday comes over and Eugene walks up to her.

“Are you interested in the ancient art of beekeeping, Eugene, Eugene Ottenger, founder and president of the Nevermore hummers.”

“Wednesday, Wednesday Addams, am I late or is it only you two?”

“The hive life isn’t for everyone, most kids are afraid of venomous insects, are you willing to feel the sting?” He asks her, which she smirks to.

She then goes into the shed to put on her suit.

Eugene then starts talking about bees and Wednesday walks off. When he notices she’s gone he sighs and I run after her shouting sorry to him.

— — —

We run up to Rowan as he gets into a car.

“Rowan we need to talk.”

“Wednesday, Y/N, I’m not allowed to speak to anyone.”

“You had a lot to say the other night when you tried to kill us, told us we’re destined to destroy the school remember, where did you get that drawing?”

“I just went into the woods to clear my head, then you two came after me.”

“Wednesday, Y/N, you two shouldn’t be here.” Thornhill tells us.

“Yeah, back off and leave me alone.” He says, well that was a pleasant goodbye.

Thornhill and Rowan drive off leaving us standing there watching.

— — —

We reunite in Thornhill’s class where we ask Thing about Rowan as he was sent by Wednesday to tail Rowan.

“How do you lose him in a bathroom with no windows?”

Thing taps in response.

“A lefty wouldn’t have failed me.” Ouch, it honestly hurts seeing Thing look so defeated

“Calm down Wednesday we all make mistakes.” I defend him.

“Well now we have to gather all new evidence ourselves since he lost our only lead.”

“I see you two made a friend who isn’t related to you, even if it is a plant.” Bianca says having not seen Thing.

“We go for quality over quantity.” Wednesday retorts, nice to know she thinks of me as a friend.

Bianca walks off having no response to Wednesday’s insult and we all go to our seats.

Wednesday tries to find a seat and Xavier chimes in.

“There’s an open seat next to me, if you can handle sitting next an elite sit snob.” He offers, I kind of wish I was there when she said that but I know that he would just find some way to blame me for it, seriously can’t this guy accept that me and Wednesday are friends. He then makes the spider he was drawing come to life.

“I doubt Wednesday is impressed by your little tricks Xavier.” Ms. Thornhill taunts him, alright she has to be my favorite teacher.

“Admit it your a little impressed.” He says before Wednesday smashes is drawing causing it to erupt into smoke.

“Wednesday we are thrilled to have you join us in our journey into the world of carnivorous plants, now, who can tell us the name of this beauty.” She says standing in front of her desk wearing her very red boots and pointing to the plant on the left side of her desk.

Wednesday answers when Bianca raises her hand which causes the two to start insulting while talking about the plant each other which only ends when Xavier says, “Are we still talking about flowers.” As annoying as he’s been over the past few days I have to admit that was pretty funny.

“Thank you ladies for those illuminating insights, clearly the plants aren’t the only carnivores in class today.”

— — —

After class I go over to beekeeping.

“So, you and Wednesday seem pretty close.” He says implying something, I really don’t feel like killing the only roommate to not ask to move after a week of rooming with me so this is a very annoying conversation topic to deal with.

“We’re friends and nothing more.” I tell him. “Well we are also bound by destiny to determine the fate of the school.” I say revealing the existence of the drawing to Eugene.

“Wait I thought you hated the ideas of fate and destiny.” Eugene says confused

“I do, which is why the drawing Rowan showed us before getting gutted by a monster annoys me so much, and just seers in general, they act like they know everything.”

“Still not clear on how he is dead, didn’t everyone see him after that night?”

“Yeah, I’m confused about that as well.”

“Well don’t worry, I believe you.”

“You can put the suit on in the shed.” Wednesday says talking to Enid as they walk up the path in between the hives.

“Hey Enid, you joining? I though you hated bees?” I said.

“No I’m just covering for Wednesday while she investigates the crime scene.” She reveals

“If Weems comes sniffing around keep your distance, look grim, and don’t say a word.” Wednesday tells her.

“Payback is gonna be a bitch.” She says putting on the headpiece.’

“I’d expect nothing less.”

“Blab and I’ll squeeze you like a honeycomb.” She threatens Eugene.

“Snitches get stung, it’s hive code, besides, I should be thanking you, this is the most girls I’ve ever had in the shed, other than bees.”

“Shocking.”

“I’ve always had a thing for werewolf chicks.”

“The chances that Enid ever becomes romantically interested in you is less than one percent.”

“So I still got a shot, yes!” He celebrates.

“Let’s go.” She tells me.

“Hey, what if I don’t want to get involved in this.” I say, I mean I do, but she could have asked.

“Oh please, we’re both involved in this, and we both know you are just as invested in this as I am.”

“Good point, besides I’ve been so bored recently, I could use some entertainment, so we partners?” I ask holding out my hand.

She looks me up and down before shaking my hand, “Partners.”

— — —

We walk to where we were attacked and where Rowan was supposedly murdered. I have my C.S.I. supplies with me. All of a sudden Tyler pulls us behind a tree and covers our mouths, I prepare to elbow him in the gut but I hear a dog barking and realize the Sheriff was walking around the area.

After he leaves we pull away and he apologizes.

“Thanks how’d you throw them off?” Wednesday asked him.

He then takes something out of his pocket.

“Coffee groans.”

“Deer hunting hack, one of the perks of being a part time barista.”

“Impressive.” I praise.

“I assume your father didn’t bring the blood hound to play fetch”

“Yeah, he doesn’t tell me shit, you must think it’s weird I’m stalking you.”

“No, I consistently stalk my parents.” She says before we walk off.

“Hey what really happened the other night at the festival? Look I swear I won’t say anything to my dad” He asks.

“We thought Rowan was in danger, turns out we were wrong, then he proceeded to use his telekinesis to try and choke us to death.” She says with no hint of emotion in her voice at all when talking about how we almost died.

“Oh shit, why would he do that.”

“No idea, that’s when the monster came out of the woods and gutted him.”

“Woah, woah so you really saw it, and it didn’t try to kill you.”

“It actually saved us from Rowan, that’s what we’re trying to figure out, we came out here to find something to prove Rowan was murdered and that we haven’t lost our minds, yet.”

Then we saw Rowan’s glasses in the grass and when she grabs them Wednesday has another vision.

“You okay?” Tyler asks.

— — —

We then head back to Nevermore, Wednesday said she saw a purple book in her vision, the same one she saw in a earlier vision. So we search the library for the same one but we struggle to find it.

“I don’t usually find students in here looking for actual books, they mostly come to make out.” Thornhill says greeting us.

“We accidentally walked in on two vampires fanging, I can’t unsee that.” Wednesday remarks,

“Is there anything I can help you find?” Thornhill asks.

Wednesday then holds up the watermark and asks her about it.

“I think it’s the symbol to an old student society, um, nightshades.”

“Like the deadly flower, color me intrigued.”

“I was told they disbanded years ago.” Thornhill tells us.

“Any idea why?” I ask

“Sorry.” Thornhill says shaking her head.

We then walk over to our bags when Thornhill and Wednesday begin talking about class and Wednesday’s mom, I start to tune it out sine it seems personal and kind of boring, I catch them talking about Thornhill being a normie and their beliefs in being acknowledged. Thornhill compliments Wednesday’s ability to not let anyone define her before walking off.

— — —

We sneak into Xavier and Rowan’s room to look for the book while Xavier is in the shower. We stumble upon a drawing Xavier made of Wednesday before finding a secret compartment under Rowans bed with a mask in it.

“Rowan’s seems to be full of surprises.”

We then hear a knock at the door and hide under Xavier’s bed before he walks out.

“You’re not supposed to be up here.” Xavier says.

“Good to see you too.” Bianca says

“How did you get pass the house master, use your siren powers?” He asked

“Would it kill you not to think the worst of me for once.”

“What do you want Bianca?”

“To see how you’re doing, I mean I’m sorry about Rowan, I know you guys used to be close.”

“Since when did you give a damn about Rowan.”

“You were the one worried he would do something to Wednesday, isn’t that why you follow her around like an eager eyed puppy? Or is there something more?” She asks him. “Seriously what do you see in her, you suddenly have a thing for tragic goth girls with a funeral parlor fashion sense?”

“Maybe it’s because she hasn’t tried to make me like her.”

“I made one mistake and you can’t forgive me, she treats you like crap and you can’t get enough, besides everyone knows that she’s always hanging out Y/N.”

“Okay why are you so fixated on Wednesday?”

“Because she thinks that she’s better than everyone else, I can’t wait to crush Ophelia hall tomorrow and watch her werewolf roommate crumble.” I’m sorry but anyone who has beef with Enid is a complete sociopath. “It’s gonna be a Poe Cup to remember.”

“Yeah I hate to think what you got cooked up.” Xavier says.

“My game’s already started, I like to win, is that so wrong?”

“And you wonder why I broke up with you.”

“You used to love my killer instinct, we were good together Xavier.”

“Really, or is that just what you wanted me to feel.”

“Trust me, Wednesday Addams is not the girl of your dreams, she’s the stuff of your nightmares.” Bianca warns him before leaving.

When Xavier goes back to shower we both leave his room with a look of disgust covering our face at the conversation we just had to listen to.

— — —

We part ways after that, Wednesday goes to Ophelia Hall and I head to my room.

It is now the day of the Poe Cup and everyone is down by the lake I go over to talk to Wednesday and Enid when I see what has to be the greatest thing ever, Wednesday Addams dressed in a cat costume. If I have to be honest, she looks really good in that costume but I’m trying not to stare.

“So you joined Enid’s team, love the outfit.” I say unable to hide my smile.

“Once this case is over I will gut you.” She warns me.

At this moment the twins walk over to me, “Y/N, we saved you a seat.” Then they notice Enid and Wednesday in their outfits and just start staring at them.

“Alright good luck you guys, crush Bianca.” I shout as I drag Jason and Jack back to our seats.

As Principal Weems starts announcing the race Amelia and Gwen sit down next to us.

“What happened to them?” Gwen asks when she notices Jack and Jason’s wide eyes.

“They saw my friends from Ophelia Hall in their costumes.” I inform her, as a member of Ophelia Hall and a good friend of Enid’s she knew that they were wearing cat costumes so she understood.

“So how did you react to seeing the new girl in her outfit?” Amelia said in a teasing tone.

“Why must people insist that I’m interested in Wednesday.” I complain.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“I thought she looked fine.” I said going back to looking at the canoes.

“Yeah, sure you follow each other around all the time, everyone thinks you two are into each other.” Gwen chimes in.

“Yeah and they also think they’re both psychos.” Jack says finally snapping out of the trance he and Jason were in.

“Shut up.” Gwen said hitting him on the back of his head.

“You shut up.” He says, the two of them start shoving each other but before it could get good a teacher comes over and tells them to quit it.

“He’s just saying that everyone still thinks the two of you made it up about the monster killing Rowan.” Jason says defending Jack.

“Hey you said you guys believe us.”

“And we do, it’s just that a bunch of people saw Rowan walking around, you know, alive.” Amelia says.

“Come on, I wish Gojo still went here, he would help me out, he’s my favorite cousin.” I say.

“Hey!” Gwen says offended.

We keep making small talk until some of the canoes start coming back from the island in the lake, it’s Enid and Wednesday’s vs Bianca’s. When they’re almost back Wednesday sinks Bianca’s canoe and they win the Poe Cup, I could have done without everyone screaming in my ear but it was still nice to see Bianca put in her place. Everyone goes back to the quad to celebrate and get the Poe Cup handed off to the Black Cat team, Wednesday looked miserable. She started walking off to the Edgar Alan Poe statue and I went to follow.

“Going off with Wednesday huh? Going to celebrate her win?” Gwen says.

I ignore her and go over to her, Enid skips off from a conversation she and Wednesday were having, and we begin to talk.

“How did it feel to crush Bianca’s hopes and dreams.”

“Vindicating, it’s been a while since I’ve had a worthy adversary.”

“Did you just say something nice about Bianca.”

“It was respectful at best, anyway I need you to look at something with me.”

Weems came over to talk with Wednesday and Wednesday told me to leave, but not before slipping me a note that says to meet at the Poe statue later tonight.

— — —

We met later that night at the statue and Wednesday showed me that the same symbol of the Nightshades was on the bottom of the statue’s book. We looked at the poem on the statue and Wednesday wrote it down on her notebook, and realized what the code was, we had to take the first letter of each phrase and it would reveal how to do whatever it is we need to do. The code was SNAP TWICE.

We both turn, look at the statue and we snap twice.

The statue moves backwards unveiling a secret staircase which leads to a library.

We look around for a few minutes before Wednesday finds the book and shows me the second half of the drawing, it is of a pilgrim standing amongst the fire of Nevermore.

“Strange, what do you think it means?” I question.

“I don’t know but we have to find out, this is becoming bigger than just us.” She answers.

We turn to leave but before we can get out we get bags put over our heads get kidnapped.

[silvereestars]

My Interests!

Here’s a list of all the fandoms I’m in/was into! (WARNING: Very long post ahead! If you want to see what fandoms I’m w/o the reading, just look at the tags!)

EDIT: NEVERMIND, THE TAG LIMIT FOILED ME /GEN /LH I am SO sorry, but the last few fandoms got cut out from the tag list! You’ll have to scroll down to the bottom to see them-

Crowned: These fandoms are VERY near and dear to my heart- and I’m ALWAYS willing to talk about them!

The Legend of Zelda: This is the fandom that introduced me to the internet back in 2019 (I’m a late bloomer, I know- XDDD), and kickstarted me making theories and analyses!

Friday Night Funkin: Hate it or love it, you can’t deny there are some amazing individuals out there! And for you modders out there, this game is actually heavily moddable- and one mod in particular was what caused FNF to blow up in the first place! This is actually the fandom I’m hyper fixating on right now-

Favorites: While they aren’t as important to me as the “crowned” ones, they still managed to hold my attention for a month or so- and that’s something to admire, considering how hyper my brain is!

Animator Vs Animation: This is the fandom that introduced me to Tumblr and AO3 back in the late summer of 2021- don’t worry, @ann-aha, you’re not alone! XDDD

Oh, and I can’t talk about “AvA” without mentioning the rest of the stick figure community! Shout out to Henry Stickmin, Rock Hard Gladiators/Hyun’s Dojo, Hyun, and Gildedguy! :D

Genshin Impact: Contrary to popular opinion, this game isn’t just for “nerds” or people who can afford to splurge thousands of dollars- I managed to complete the current (back then!) storyline as a free-to-player! While I’m not in the fandom anymore, at least give this one a chance?

Undertale: Ah yes, the funny skeleton man fandom /j /lh But seriously, this fandom isn’t all “Sans Fangirls”- just search up animations and artwork! Or, better yet- search up a full play through of the game (I recommend this order for newcomers- Neutral, Pacifist, Genocide) and let the story and gameplay do the talking! ^^

Just Shapes and Beats: Exactly what it says on the tin. Pro tip- once you’ve seen the full story mode, go check out KofiKrumble!

Minecraft: Of course I’d be into this fandom at some point, everyone will! I’m not into DreamSMP (please don’t kill me I’m just not interested in stuff like server-wide wars), but I AM fond of Hermitcraft and Empires!

Normal: I don’t really think about these fandoms too often, but they deserve a mention! 

Harry Potter

Voltron: Legendary Defender

My Hero Academia

The Owl House (hey, while this fandom isn’t one of my favorites, you bet I watched the finale and cried the whole time!)

Doki Doki Literature Club (somewhat- in my master post, I mentioned I hate horror, so I avoid gameplay and stick to tvtropes/summaries- sorry- ^^;)

Kipo & The Age of Wonderbeasts

Pokémon

How To Train Your Dragon

Marvel (The Avengers!)

Mario

Splatoon

Kirby

Subnautica

Trollhunters (and the rest of the Tales of Arcadia! I LOVED that series- except for Rise of The Titans. We don’t talk about Rise of The Titans. /gen /lh)

Carmen Sandiego

Amphibia

“The Big Three”: These were the fandoms I was into as a little kid, and inspired me to start making fan fiction & headcanons!

Kung Fu Panda: Oh my god, I loved this series- and a 4th movie’s coming in 2024!

Big Hero Six: This is the OG- the first fandom I EVER got into! :D

Wakfu: Yugo accidentally inspired an OC (no info- yet! Not unless I learn how to draw!), so it’d be a crime to not include this fandom!

Well, I think that’s all- for now! If you want to learn about favorite characters, theories, head canons and the like- just ask! :D

[loneberry]

What have I done today? Very little. (Secretly, I like doing very little—if I had my druthers I’d spend my days in bed, reading and writing in my journal.)

If I had to make an inventory of my day’s activities it would look something like this:

Megaformer pilates class

Grocery shopping

Reading by the sea

Cooking

*

Yet at the end of the day, as I was crying during the conclusion of Woolf’s first novel, The Voyage Out, all the details of my day surged forth with such a powerful force that I felt, how can I describe it, it was something like pure love. I want to be better. I want to tell my beautiful friends how much they mean to me. How full a day is, even when nothing happens. Isn’t that what Bernadette Mayer taught us in her durational poem written on the winter solstice? It began with a dream. So did my day.

Every night for the last week I’ve woken up in agony—it is the recrudescence of my mysterious autoimmune condition, which waylaid me for 6 months this year. I wake up in the middle of the night covered in hives and can’t go back to sleep. During the day I struggle to focus or function. At night I take four different antihistamines and every otc sleep remedy (magnesium, melatonin, valerian, kava, Benadryl, herbal tea, CBD) plus my prescription sleep med. Nothing works.

When my hives woke me up at 3am I was dreaming. Of Laura. I go to check the time on my phone. Uncanny, the only notification is a text from Laura. She sends a picture of Walter Benjamin’s memorial. Half-asleep, I write her back:

Wow I was just dreaming you wrote a brilliant novel called “diaries of a terrorist” (funny my friend wrote a book w that title)… it was somehow about the geometry of revolt, about an elaborate coordinated action in Red Square that took the shape of a pentagram, aimed at revealing an invisible structure… but the action misfired because there was a flaw in the original hidden design of the structure. There were more points than the five of the pentagram…

Red Square… was it Russia? No, it was somehow Germany. But it looked like the Red Square of Moscow… perhaps because earlier in the day I was thinking about my trip to Russia. Was the pentagram of the dream drawing attention to some latent demonic presence in Russian society? Lord. How I wish I could sleep.

What do I do when I can’t sleep… listen to podcasts with my eyes closed while in bed, my usual rotation of news, political economy, politics, and war. So much emotion in the voices of strangers, how it stirs me. Richard Fierro, the man who disarmed the Club Q gunman in Colorado Springs, is talking about the incident, calmly narrating the actions, when suddenly he starts weeping about the people he could not save. It cuts through everything, like the testimonies of Ukrainians I listen to daily. On another podcast, Ukrainian writer Victoria Amelina speaks beautifully about her memories of Maidan, of the university of the streets, the transformational eros of revolt, and how useless literary writing feels during times of war, how she switched from writing novels to investigating war crimes.

News. It never stops. Ariana’s mother is dead. Bernadette Mayer is dead. A 2-day old Ukrainian baby, dead. More civilian infrastructure in Ukraine has been destroyed by Russian missiles. A maternity ward. All the cities in candlelight. No water in Kyiv. Germany builds an LNG terminal. Meanwhile in Virginia: another mass shooting. Turkey is attacking the Kurds. Who will help the Kurds?

I rearrange my wilting gillyflowers into smaller vases. There’s the smell of clove as I cut the stems. Gilly…I knew you simply as “stock.” Others call you “hoary”—a word I once used in my journal to describe a vision of my future: “…a hoary woman alone in the stone house, clutching her shimmering memories.”

Meditate on Sophrosyne. When will I ever get a handle on this monkey mind? Cook tilapia and pasta. Think about the dead. Call Ulysses. UC on strike. Call from Lily, mom in the hospital again. “Toss a penny to the sky. Heads or tails. Who knows, not I…” Conversations on the pier, while the crows, seagulls, and pigeons loitered for scraps. How the pelicans flew overhead in their enormous formations, then dipped and glided just above the water. The face of the young man with the fishing rod as he looks up when I bike past him.

All the words I read. Free associating in the marginalia, that tender compassion I felt for Virginia Woolf, the exposed nerve that was her mind, too sensitive for the world. I think of the death of her brother Thoby, of the sexual abuse she endured in childhood, all the things she never got over. The sea, the water closing over the head. So much in a day. There are people I can’t protect. You can’t protect the dead. I think of the dead. She died without dignity. Does anyone die with dignity? Yes, some do. “Poetry doesn’t tell you how to bury the dead,” though I often think, as I’m looking at a patch of light while tidying my house, that poetry is the last defense of the sacred.

[payservewomen]

…..After she and her friend walked away into the dark night, I quickly got up, and gathered all the pieces of the toys that she’d thrown onto the concrete….as she disappeared into the darkness, a man walked up to enter the gate into the apartment building, ofc he took it all in, prob giggling but i couldn’t look at him ofc…I hesitated until he got in the gate, then hopped up and put everything in my bag, and scampered off into the night….When waiting for her, I’d walked around the area a lot, and recalled seeing a dumpster with tons of clothes in and around it..The reality of my situation beginning to hit me- i’m in downtown denver, wearing only a sheer thong and wife-beater, At least the wife-beater was size Large, and i pulled it down as much as i could and when i’d do that, it would just barely cover my very visible ass crack. As i’d run down the sidewalk, ofc any and everyone who saw would laugh….Didn’t bother me too much while still on the same street, as I’d assume that anyone looking had seen the beautiful woman who did it to me….I’m far more comfortable dealing with that kinda humiliation, ppl thinking “look at that pervert lol” rather than “wtf is THAT? Ugh god, some middle aged freak who’s flashing i guess? Fucker better not be tryna get near any women, prob a sexual predator”

Lol yeah, that’s a lot to assume and/or just make up🤷‍♂️ But ya know, must’ve been like 10ish when i saw her, and i didn’t walk into my front door until nearly 2:30am!

I saw that the last light rail train left at 1:30am from union station…I couldve gotten there much faster, if i’d have taken the free mall ride bus…but even just getting to where that bus left from, wouldn’t be easy….I did make it to that dumpster, and got a sweatshirt, and tied it around my waist; I used it to cover my front, figuring my thong-clad ass wouldn’t be quite as bad, if cops did indeed see me…Don’t think that’s quite enough for “public indecency” But when i did walk down the sidewalk, or where many ppl were around, I’d hear lots of shouting, laughing, and lots of “pull ur pants up motherfucker!” “Nobody wanna see that shit!” And lots n lots of more quiet talks about me…I still don’t know if i should’ve just walked directly where I wanted, or if the route i took was better…it was just…beyond embarrassing, beyond humiliation…oh and for those who know denver…I was relieved when i finally passed east colfax, but then realized “ah shit, i’m in Five points now”(historically black neighborhood w/lots of crime, recently they say it’s gentrified, but still mostly black) Now, I don’t mean that as a racist fuck, but 🤷‍♂️ just saying is all….I feel like in general? Most grown black men aren’t gonna be as passive as white neighborhoods…there, id expect cops to come and get me….whereas i’d imagine black ppl would wanna make sure i’m not gonna be sexually harassing women….but i think they prob saw my demeanor…anytime any woman was in sight, I did all i could to cover myself up…when passing ppl on sidewalk, i’d look down, tryna have a look/attitude that I’d had something crazy happen to me and didn’t want to be wearing what i was….In my mind, I’d created the story that “My gf and I had been together only few months, and i’d cheated on her. We were together in her car downtown, she’d told me to bring sex toys; said she was planning on punishing me for cheating…then had me put on the thong, and taken off my button up shirt, leaving me only in my thong and wife beater. She said she’d forgive me if i got out of her car, just like that and danced around for all to laugh at. I did this, she turned her headlights on…then threw my bag out to me, saying “have fun getting home! oh and i changed passwords on ur uber and lyft accounts! Ur wallet n phone r in ur bag, ur debit card will be in ur mailbox hahaha” and she started her car, just b4 she drove away, she threw out this pair of underwear too, saying she’d have mercy so i wouldn’t get a public indecency charge”

There was another little zipper pocket in the backpack that Goddess didn’t look in. It had teeny tiny see thru baby blue “boxer briefs” If u can call em that…Got em on Temu.com so sizes are all asian, meaning extra small, and these were size small, made for like 27in waists, so they left nothing to the imagination…Almost felt like they made it worse and made me even more visible due to being so bright. I still wrapped the sweatshirt around my waist, as I desperately needed to find a way to get into a 7-11 and get something to drink!

All the adderall, and vaping had made me incredibly dehydrated, along with the running around…on my journey, I’d be walking down a street and realize a bar was on the corner with tons of ppl partying(not exactly the groups of ppl i wanted to see me) and i’d double back the other way…after well over an hour of this, i went down an alley way to find that….I’d made no progress whatsoever!

Finally realized I had no options and would have to pass many ppl…so i did but ofc I’d run across any major road etc…even this proved to be very difficult, as i’d still change my course upon hearing women talking…Being seen/laughed at by them was bad enough, but the one thing I couldn’t have happen, is a woman thinking I’m some sexual predator or something!

During my journey, I remembered the recent news…about a man, i believe in either Golden, or Boulder, who’d been butt naked, and harassing women, not only harassing but it’s a big news story, and they’ve been saying he’s def dangerous!

Now i was scared! I still had an empty water bottle, that i’d brought with me, so if only i could find a faucet somewhere…I did see sprinklers on, watering ppl’s lawns. I went up to one, tryna fill up the bottle, but only got about a third of it…while doing this in a neighborhood, an SUV pulled up, i heard ppl talking, it stopped and obv they were watching me…the types of whispers i heard, the way the vehicle stopped, def had me thinking they were looking for someone to rob…dark residential area, Im alone and nobody in sight. After observing me for a min or 2, swear i heard, “nah, tf he gonna have? look at him!” and they pulled away….Just then i stepped in a deep puddle caused by the sprinklers…tbh this added to my humiliation(nothing i hate more than soaking wet socks!)which ofc turned me on..i went back to tryna gather water, as I realized i was in desperate need…but doing this wasn’t easy, and to get 1/3 of a bottle took time and eventually got me pretty wet! But it was worth it for the water….Just felt so exposed and vulnerable having to bend over and expose myself.

At this point, I’d yet to remember i had the lil boxer briefs in my bag, so just had my thong on, and the sweatshirt tied around, but u could def see half my ass and see i was wearing only a thong underneath.

I decided to go to 7-11, id just tie the sweatshirt well, and try to cover my ass with backpack….So i went towards it, ran across the street, and saw a long line inside…all ppl who were dressed up, obv had gone out partying all night; likely drunk..drunk being an issue cuz ofc ppl are a lot more likely to say things and/or DO things, possibly violent things…so i couldn’t and set a path for the next closest 7-11 even tho it was the wrong direction. Finally got there, and only a couple ppl inside, but it was right next to and across the street from bar/club with tons of ppl outside..so again, I just couldn’t…Got some more sprinkler water, and said fuck it, gotta get to union station before 1:30!

If ur familiar with Denver, I was close to where 16th st mall ends on the south side, close to Colfax and Broadway.(very busy intersection. if a weekday, would only be homeless ppl n junkies around. but weekend? Everyone’s around) and I knew i just had to go parallel to 16th st mall to get to union station, but this proved more difficult than i’d imagined!

Many more bars and people than I’d ever seen in the area; by this time i’d put on my tiny lil undies, figured they’d prevent the indecent exposure charge, but still tryna avoid ppl..took way too long and before i knew it, was no chance i’d make the last train. That’s when i noticed just how exhausted i was…the beating, the adrenaline etc was too much, so i began heading straight home

Finally, I knew i wasn’t too too far, but just had one final gauntlet of bars to pass, with tons of ppl outside….many commented, but by this point, extreme dehydration was what concerned me! i passed ball arena(where avalanche and nuggets play) followed by Mile high stadium, obv not the best areas…. finally got onto a bridge, passed “meow wolf” and was home free…except which way to take? Fastest way was straight down colfax(Thee road in denver, old rt 70) Which got plenty of yelling and even “catcalls” I suppose ppl saw the thong and had wishful thinking lol

oh and before this, i’d made it to 3 7-11’s and all were closed! Apparently they all close at midnight downtown cuz they all just get robbed….Eventually i made it to a 7-11 close to me, took a deep breath, said fuck it, and went in…as going in, a large black man approached from behind me, and fuuuuck, Tbh im more easily humiliated in front of black guys rather than white….Just in my experience, black men have far more common sense, and far more likely to state the truth of any situation…anyway, i tried to hurry but 🤷‍♂️ he was right there so I held the door long as i could then kinda pushed it and walked in, ya know so it’d be open for him, but i could save myself another moment of humiliation…ofc after i went in, everyone stared; I tried to get into the “ahhh these damn scornful women” demeanor, might’ve even said something like that aloud.

Got drinks, paid for em in absolute shame, and headed out….after leaving, the sweatshirt kept falling off…I chugged down a ton of the generic gatorade quickly as i could….sweatshirt fell again and i’d had enough and let it fall and began walking.

This is what i’d wanted! Part of me, deep inside, wanted to be stranded, half naked, with no option but to be seen by all….funny enough, i was directly across the street from Pleasures, a sex store. This location had the biggest “adult arcade” I’ve ever seen…Its just a dark place, kinda like a maze, with little booths to watch porn in…some had doors, others didn’t, but most have gloryholes…so yeh, lots of perverts around.

I ran across colfax, and headed down the dark street, i’m sure getting plenty of looks and i did hear lots of shouting…but at this point, i wasn’t horny in the least, just desperate to get home…the gatorade made my body realize how fucked up it was, and i immediately felt nauseous…with stomach pain as well.

So, i continued on in the sleepy quiet enough neighborhood…but ofc, every so often a few ppl walked by..was almost more humiliating since they’d be the only ones around….couple times i saw women walking their dogs and didn’t wanna worry them; or them to think i’m some fuckin rapist or some shit so i’d avoid them like the plague!

Then yeh, finally did get home, covered in sweat and shame…..barely enough strength to piss, and get water. I drank it, but slowly, as by this point, i realized i was extremely dehydrated. Thought i was gonna puke, but kept slowly drinking water…luckily barely had strength to wash my gross face…but not enough to shower…put on clothes to sleep in and passed out.

[sa4phire]

babe if u reading this look away i’m talking bout this girl and we didn’t talk yet so get the fuck off this post with all my love lmao

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i DIDNT FUCK HER BUT

bro.

i’d break her in half personally.

and she knows it and she think she is SO FUNNY messing w me and literally takin advantage of me and how i been horny asf bout my girl or whatever

and like

we vibe so hard i can’t even think or focus on anything but her when we link.

but

i hope she come over today too bc she really makes me so happy like

i made a new best friend that is actually a good fucking friend and actually an amazing person

and the thing is too that now that i am an adult and i be fucking like. i be fucking

i jus

i can’t

my mind

it jus does weird stuff man. weird. stuff. mann.

like why do i feel that way when her head yank back a little when i’m playing in her ponytail like be fr

why my stomach doing that nasty fucking thing when i hug her and she mold into my body like this lil fuckin uhhhhh

what a butterfly? she’s too dark n twisty for that

she said that yano. she said she was dark and twisty and i told her that’s my favorite. that’s my fav kind of person.

like what

we tell each other everything and idk

holding her felt so right. holding her jus felt good.

like when her head touched my cheek i was like wow okay. you’re sun else fr. i feel all of her feelings because i’m a strong ass mf empath but it just. she’s

she’s an amplifier holy shit!!!!!!!!!! no i just realized omg bc some people amplify everything around you and that’s exactly what she is

i would beg on my knees to fuck her tiny little stoopid ass. shit could’ve went

left bc i pulled her hair so fucking good LMFAO i got her good bc she at that point been stupid all night i was like imma jus act up for one tiny sliver of a split second (and then she swerved the car out of the lane worse than normal and i got scared and i gave her the look but)

and

paid off. i know it did be so real she’s a fuckin slut she’s nastyyyyyyy and when she looks up at me w her big ass eyes that are literally some of the most beautiful eyes i’ve ever seen? i’m gone. a. goner.

bro like

i would sit on the floor

and beg

even jus for a KISS like

but i won’t because i’ll never put anything at risk more than i already have and i won’t make a move on her. that’s her place. i do enough like you know how im feelin like im not about to over step or make you feel uncomfortable. ever.

i jus

want her to want me as fucking bad as i want her bc i know i could show her a different side of life and she been through it and is still going through it a little so. i feel like we’d be good for each other

but

like as friends w benefits

but

we’ll see if she even wants to hang out with me now that she knows i want

to fucking rail her into next month and commit war crimes in the pussy like

fuck.

[peterism]

can’t help falling in love ➴ peter parker

summary : your timing couldn’t be more perfect, peter thought. and he just can’t help but fall in love with you… if not harder.

pairing : tasm!peter parker x reader

warnings : violence and bullying kinda? (flash teases peter and punches him) but other than that just fluff fluff fluff :)

w/c : 1.2k

a/n : welcome to my first fic (a peter one at that)! lmk if you guys want a second part of this and what you wanna see in part 2 cause i think this is a bit incomplete :/ anyway, my requests are currently open now, you can read the guidelines here. all my love <3

peter dodges the other students that he passes by. he always opts to go to school early so that there wouldn’t be that many people when he skates through the hallways. and he wouldn’t tell anyone this but he always takes a walk on the field, admiring you as you seat on the bleachers, the sun shining on you, the morning breeze blowing your hair lightly. that image of you served as his energizer every morning. but today, he was running a bit late as he got caught up in a crime scene the night before.

he gave up on trying to skate through a sea of students and simply walked to his locker. he grumbled, frustrated at the group of people in front of him who were walking in a row, sluggishly, pretty much taking up the entire hallway. and partly because, well, flash was making out with some girl in front of his locker—no, not in front, they were leaning on his locker.

he approaches the pair slowly, trying to open the door of his locker. when the gap was wide enough for him to stick his arm and fish for his biology textbook, the girl rolled onto her side and closed the locker’s door. peter luckily pulled his arm out just fast enough for the metal to scratch the back of his palm. he silently thanked his spidey senses or his arm would be crushed by now.

but when the air hit the scrape on his hand, peter hissed, loud enough for flash and the girl to turn their attention to him. he was sporting a grimace, examining the scrape when he looked at flash, then the girl, his hand, then back to flash. giving them the look that’s saying so what, you’re just gonna stand there?

the girl looked at her with an eyebrow raised while flash scoffed. “the hell do you want, parker?”

“look, man. i just need to get my book so if you and…“ he motions to the girl. “madam here could play smushy-face somewhere else, i’d appreciate it.” peter sighs.

flash chuckles. “you don’t get to tell me what to do,” peter closes his eyes and clenches his jaw, not wanting to deal with this at seven in the morning.

“just step away from the lockers for a moment,” he said, looking at the girl.

flash held his hand up, motioning for the girl to stop. peter looks up at the clock in the middle of the hallway, 11 minutes til class. he groans and lightly pushes flash out of the way.

he was just about to open his locker when he got pinned to it. his body colliding with the metal produced a loud sound which caught the attention of others. great, now we have a crowd. he sighed.

“it isn’t weird,” gwen looked at you incredulously.

you scoffed. “it totally is! he’s your boss and he asked y-“ you were cut mid-sentence by a loud clunking noise.

“oh, again? it’s half past seven and they’re already starting. someone should really put flash in his place, i’m too sleep-deprived to witness stuff like this everyday.” gwen huffs.

you paused and thought about gwen’s words. you then reached to pull a folder from your bag and walked to the scene.

peter, still pinned up against his locker, just blinked up at flash.

“ah, so little petey’s fighting back now, huh? you gonna shove me? huh? what if i punched you in the jaw?”

peter blew air into flash’s face. “please,” he challenged.

he was immediately met with flash’s fist, the back of his head hitting the lockers behind him. his vision was blurry for a second so he closed his eyes but he saw another punch coming. he kept his eyes closed but it didn’t come.

you cleared your throat. peter opened his eyes as flash looked at you.

“here’s your math practice worksheets for this week. i’d prefer if you return them for me to check on or ahead of time. give them to me on or before friday, along with last week’s.” you gave the folder to flash.

he was about to say something when you raised a hand and beat him to it. “look, flash, i don’t really care about the excuses you have. i’ll still get paid no matter what, but if you go around picking on everyone in this school then you won’t have progress.” you looked at him sincerely.

“here’s a deal, you listen to me and do the practice exercises that i give you, do yourself a favor and focus on yourself and your academics for once. in that way, i make money, and you pass eleventh grade.” you look at him as he purses his lips and shifts uncomfortably.

“think about it flash, if you don’t move on to twelfth grade, then me tutoring you was useless. you wouldn’t want your dear daddy’s money going to waste right?” you smiled at him. “well, better start today. you should go to your class now.” letting out a huff, you looked at flash and nodded encouragely.

he sighs in defeat and walks away, sneakily taking peter’s skateboard with him.

you grab the board and waved him off. “i’m grateful for you, y/n,” you weren’t sure if he was being sincere or sarcastic based on his tone but you didn’t think about it that much.

you then turned to peter. “hey, you okay?” you frowned in concern.

he didn’t answer and just stared at you for a while. it worried you so you waved a hand on his face.

he blinked a few times and gave you a dopey smile. “hey,”

“hi, are you alright? should i take you to the nurse?”

he waved a hand. “no, no. it’s fine,”

“what’s your name?” you smiled at him.

he frowned. “you don’t know my name?” he was surprised you didn’t know his name considering you two have some classes together. also because he’s had a huge crush on you since god knows when. sometimes he even thought you might’ve felt the same when he catches you staring at him. yeah right.

you let out a chuckle that sounded music in his ears. “no, i know your name.” you nodded. “i just wanted to know if you know your name.”

he looked at you for a few moments before answering, “peter,”

you raised a brow. “parker. peter parker.” he continued. you smiled and nodded.

“mm, i’d still go to the nurse though,”

he ignored it and instead asked, “you’re y/n right?”

“y/n y/l/n.”

he tilted his head and smiled. “mhm, yeah. we have a few classes together.”

“that’s right,” now you were also smiling.

“yeah uh, biology. biology’s our first period today. you wanna… uh, i don’t know, uh,” he stuttered out of nervousness. you found it cute.

“wanna what?” your smile grew wider.

he laughed and scratched the back of his neck. “uh, i don’t know, maybe uh, you wanna sit together?”

you were silent for a second, admiring his brown eyes and cheeks that were dusted pink.

“yeah. yeah, i’d like that,”

he cleared his throat and quickly opened his locker to fetch his biology textbook. “so uh, should we, uh, walk to the…”

“yes,” you gave him a sweet smile that he mirrored, only he looked quite shy.

you waved at gwen, mouthing i’ll catch you later. she just winked at you and waved her hand, mouthing goodluck back.

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[thatjubilant-nixie]

NSFW Alphabet w/ Matt Murdock

Pairing(s): Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): NSFW 18+, title says all, probably some typos.

A/N: Credits go to @the-coldest-goodbye for the template! Highly appreciated. This is also my first Alphabet post. So hopefully I’m doing it right.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He is such a sweetheart. The first thing he will do is pull you close and ask how you are. He’d nuzzle his nose into yours, taking in the euphoric scent that cling to the air. Matt would shower your face in kisses. The wholesomeness would be- *chefs kiss*

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: It’s rather hard for him to know visually. I think his favorite body part on himself would be his hands. He loves the way you wither when he grasps your neck, ass, etc. His hands have your body mapped out.

Yours: This is tricky. He loves your entire being. One thing that gets him feral is your ass. The plushness of the area makes his fingers itch. He loves something to grip onto.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It doesn’t matter if it’s his or yours. Matt doesn’t really care. As long as he is pleasing you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Matt, you naughty boy. I can see him coming home really late, sneaking in quietly. You are in his bed doing something rather…productive. He will stay back, listening to your soft moans and the wet squelching your fingers were causing. He will let you have your own fun, having his own with his hands down his pants.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh, Matt. As we have heard from Foggy, he gets all the hot ladies. Especially during his college years. Most of the times, they were simply flings and one night stands. I’d say he is pretty experienced.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Hmm. I guess it truly depends on the mood. If it’s more of a rougher time, then definitely doggy style. If the setting is more intimate, I’d say missionary. If it’s more of an adventurous night, definitely expect a 69 somewhere.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Most of the time it will be serious. There will be an occasional laugh. It would definitely be on a drunken night heading home from Josie’s. A dopey smile slapped on his lips.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Listen, it wouldn’t be a lot. There’s barely any. It connects to the happy trail that leads up his stomach. Matt would keep it clean. He would keep it trimmed. Sometimes he doesn’t have the time to worry about it, so it will grow out a bit.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Hoe. Lee. Shit. The intimacy levels would go off of the charts. The amount of love this man holds in his heart- *phew* It’s not some simple hopeless romantic connection. It’s the type that makes your heart hurt from how much love is shared. The amount of caring and unconditional-ness is enthralling. The type of sacredness only God would know.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Yes. He does. Not as often now that he has you, but it was used more before. During all the cold and lonely nights, he had to take his stress and frustration out somewhere besides fighting crime.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I think Matt is pretty adventurous. That depends on the partner too. I don’t think he is too kinky. But one thing that can stand out is exhibition. I think he’d get off on the fact that he can do things with you in public places. Especially in Nelson and Murdock. With your eyes and his hearing, surely you two wouldn’t get caught…(Sometimes Matt will not tell you someone is approaching. Almost as if he wants to get caught. Poor Foggy. The amount of times he has seen you guys get it on. “What the hell, Murdock!?!?!”)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Ah! Speaking of office sex- He will mostly keep it at home, in the bedroom. Other places could be: Nelson and Murdock, Josie’s bathroom, empty alleyways, Fogwell’s Gym, and even cabs……..dare I say church….

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

I think most things will get him going. Whether it’s a risky touch or a needy whisper, his heartbeat will spike and he will pounce on you the second he can.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing too humiliating. Degradation is perfectly fine, but there is a line. Matt would never want to make you feel insecure about something. His heart breaks at the thought of him making you feel insecure or worthless. Matt would never intentionally hurt your feelings.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I have said in a previous post that Matt gives as much as he gets. He does prefer giving. We know he’s gotta be pretty skilled from getting all the ladies during his college years. Something that will make him lose his mind is facesitting. The way your thighs squeeze his head and the way your grind yourself on his tongue- it will make his knees weak.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Now that depends on the mood and setting. Matt wants to take his time with you, memorizing every inch of you. He is usually fast and passionate/sensual. He wants to show how much he appreciates and cares for you. If you two are home, it’s most likely categorized as love-making. But when you guys aren’t home, it’s most definitely quick and rough. Quickies are something almost essential in this relationship. And as we have previously discussed, Matt can be quite the sucker for exhibition. Matt is such a busy guy and quickies are just a solution.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Aha! The answer is in letter P really. Matt is a busy person. Fighting crime, being a lawyer, dealing with Foggy and Karen’s charades. There’s a lot. And you can squeeze your way between it. Matt always tries to make time for you. Quickies are something that are pretty often. Just know that if he has a night off, he’ll spend all of that time on you. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Are you kidding? Matt is such a fucking risk taker. It’s practically his middle name. This all ties with the exhibitionism too. Pretty sure he will fuck you anywhere as long as it’s safe.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh boy. We know he works out and literally spends so much time kicking ass. He will get his shit rocked in a fight and still keep going. You think sex is any different? Matt can AT LEAST go for 4 rounds. On a good night-…probably like 7 rounds. All those rounds have to be around 40 minutes to an hour too.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I’d like to say that you two wouldn’t use toys. If you did or wanted to, Matt wouldn’t be opposed. It would be a vibrator. Something both of you could enjoy. I feel like it would throw his hearing off…? So that could be a negative. Just know that there aren’t but if you wanted to try something, he would. (Are we considering like ropes and ties as toys? Because I could see Matt wrapping your wrists together or blindfolding you. That’s about it.)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

AHA! Matt Murdock? A tease? Psh. *sips tea suspiciously* Yes. Matt definitely teases. Hell, looking at him is a tease. He loves to get you railed up and needy. All whimper-y and desperate. Just so he can throw that knowledge straight in your face with a shit eating grin. “Aww. If you wanted me, you could have asked.”

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Matt is vocal! He does a lot of softer grunts and airy moans. Matt is also a dirty talker. He wants to be sure that everything he says gets to your pleasure fogged head. I wouldn’t say he is loud, but he also isn’t quiet. It’s in between the two.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Sensory deprivation. He would bind your wrists together and use a blindfold. He would get you all railed up and would have teased you have to death. Matt would take his precious time with you. I can’t really explain it. Something about him taking some of your senses away and using it against you is just calling to me.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Matt is a bit above average. A good 7 inches. What makes you really feel him is his girth. His thighs and ass aren’t the only things that are thick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Matt in general is a bit yearning. But sexually? His schedule is sporadic and sometimes it can be hard to work with. Overall, his yearn is just above average.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After he makes sure that you are alright and mostly cleaned up, he’ll pull you into him. Holding you close and not letting you go. These are the moments he yearns for.

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[lyrasfuneral]

𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝟐 𝐆𝐎! | 𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 ☆.

tw: mentions of drugs, liquor, smoking, killing, shooting, gang/crime syndicate affiliation, cursing, Ran’s under the influence in half of the fic (there’s no smut), and i THINK i mentioned cigarettes and pills.

category: fluff / funny/crackfic(??).

Ran knew you were hard to get. From the very first day he met you, he made a bet with himself to marry you. You were Takeomi’s younger sister, and since Mikey knew you, he had no problem with you coming to HQ.

Takeomi told Ran not to even engage with you, he’d be damned if Ran corrupted his little sister with this Bonten shit. Then there was Sanzu… who didn’t even mind. Each time Sanzu saw you he’d give you a small wave and keep going with his day.

“Excuse me.” Ran said, gaining your attention. “Yes?” You spun around on your heel, e/c eyes connecting with his purple ones. “You dropped this.” Ran hand you your keys with a smug smile. “Nice pick-up line, you could do better though.” You chuckled, walking out of the headquarters.

“Dumbass.” Sanzu snickered, covering his mouth as Rindou and Kakucho began giggling like little kids. “Shut up.” Ran scoffed, sitting in his seat. “No one told you to try and get our sister's attention. I’m sure she would’ve come back to get her keys.” Takeomi shrugged. “I think it’s funny,” Mikey said with a dead expression.

“W-Well, you could at least smile, boss.”

“What if I DON’T want to smile?”

“O-Ok…”

When you first met Mikey, you two instantly became friends. You liked hanging out with Mikey and your brothers, which is why you came to headquarters a lot.

But, that isn’t the focus. The focus is on you and Ran. The only encounters you two had was when he picked up your keys and when he introduced himself to you. You didn’t have an eye on anyone in Bonten. They were all dangerous, including your siblings. At least you can use them for your leverage. It’s like having scary dog privileges.

If you haven’t been in that type of situation before, thank whoever’s in a higher power. You were currently trying to put your keys into the keyhole of the door until someone grabbed you. “Stop struggling, bitch!” He yelled. “You seem like YOU’RE the one struggling!” Y/N hissed, punching the male in his gut.

You were doing good until a loud gunshot rang out. You thought you got hit, but that’s not why you fell and covered your ears though. You never did well with loud noises. That’s why you didn’t enjoy occasions where they were popped.

“Y/N, it’s Ran. Your brother’s coworker.” Ran said, trying to grab your attention. “What are you doing here-! You know what… Just come inside.”

“I have to get rid of him first, give me a second.”

You stayed inside by yourself for a good 30 minutes. That was enough time to calm yourself down and collect your thoughts. “I’m back,” Ran smirked, taking his gloves off. “Yeah… That’s cool. Why were you even there?” Y/N asked, crossing her arms. “Dunno. This is my usual route home. There’s only one car I know that’s F/C.” The man shrugged, causing you to scoff.

“Well… You’re not fucking Bruce Wayne so I don’t know if you want the key to the city or something.”

Ran’s smirk remained the same as he got closer to you. His eyes were low and full of whatever dirty thoughts were running through his mind. “I’d prefer a kiss.” He said, putting a finger on your chin as he gently lifted your head. “Oh? I’m sure you’re not a virgin. Here’s a tip— Go to the local club, right? Find a stripper and BOOM! A nice little kiss.” Y/N pulled away from Ran.

“Someone’s playing hard to get.” Ran scoffed, walking towards the door. “Thanks for saving me, Haitani. I’ll pay you back one day.” Y/N gave him an awkward smile as he left.

He didn’t expect you to repay him.

He didn’t know why he listened to the 4 of his coworkers. He shouldn’t have gotten drunk that night. Rindou knew his brother couldn’t control his liquor, but he was too drunk and high to even care.

2 bottles of Hennessy and like 5 blunts? Oh, best believe Ran was seeing double and hearing shit. “Ran, you’re sweating,” Kakucho said. “Take him hom- Where’s Rindou?!” Sanzu gawked, looking around the club. “Probably with some whore. I don’t know why he’d run off though, he’s our fucking ride!” Kokonui hissed, throwing money at the strippers. “‘M gonna go outside for a minute.” Ran said, voice falling on deaf ears.

He had never been this drunk/high in his life. He couldn’t even unlock his phone to call a taxi, uber, or Lyft. He was seeing double and his ears were constantly ringing.

Mikey would’ve killed him. Someone who can’t control their liquor or handle their high shouldn’t be in Bonten. What if an adversary came and shot him dead? Wait- Don’t think that- Now he’s crouching down in front of the club trying to shake his thoughts off.

“Ran..? Are you alright?”

“Who is that?” F/N looked toward Y/N with a confused expression. “He’s… my brother’s friend. Go home, I have to get him out of here.” Y/N shooed her friend away and shook Ran’s shoulder.

“Oh..? Y/N. I’m seeing shit, aren’t I? You’re probably Rindou.” Ran snickered to himself, letting his head fall back on the brick wall of the club. “Ran, it’s me. Y/N, ok? I have to get you out of here. You’re drunk… or whatever the hell is going on with you. Did you get drunk?” Y/N pushed Ran towards her car.

“Rindou… Take me home, fucking jackass…” Ran mumbled, falling into the passenger seat. “I’m not that conceited bastard! Takeomi’s already gonna be mad that I took you home!” Y/N slammed the car door in anger.

Once Y/N got in, Ran was drawing on the car window with his finger. “Ooooo… Rindou, I drew a butterfly- Kinda looks like Kokonoi, doesn’t it?” The two-toned male chuckled deviously, throwing his head back against the seat.

Y/N tried to ignore Ran and whatever the hell he was on, but he continuously got on her nerves by either turning up the radio, calling her Rindou or just talking shit about Kakucho.

“You know… Rindou. Takeomi’s sister’s super pretty. You want some nieces or nephews?” Ran asked, looking out of the window. “What are you gonna do? Fuck her and leave her?” Y/N jokingly snorted, turning her blinker on. “No. I’m gonna marry her and have a big family. I’ll steal her number out of Takeomi’s phone.” Ran plotted, smirking deviously.

“You’re really stupid, Ran.”

“You’re stupid too, Rindou.”

Y/N handed a water bottle to Ran, watching him fumble with the cap. “Drink it. Hopefully, it sobers you up.” Y/N tried her best not to laugh as Ran turned the radio up. “You know… Rindou, your car looks fuckin’ different. Reminds me of Y/N.” Ran said, feeling the car finally park.

Y/N had to drag Ran in and put him on the couch. “Rindou… Are we in a hotel? Looks expensive, if you break stuff and we gotta pay, I have Kokonoi’s card number memorized.” Ran said, laying on the couch. “Mhm, everything’s gonna be alright… Ok, Ran?” Y/N frowned, watching his eyes shut.

A blanket was placed over Ran’s body as Y/N kept a gloomy expression on her face. She ended up staying up until 5 AM watching some random show.

When Ran woke up, he was completely oblivious to the events that transpired, all he knew was that he was at YOUR house on YOUR couch when he was clearly at a club with his brother and friends. “Y/N-? Y/N, wake up.” Ran said, shaking you awake.

“Oh… I was supposed to wake up earlier and cook breakfast.”

“N-No… You don’t need to do that for me. Why am I here? Did I do something?” Ran asked, watching Y/N stretch in her seat. “I was out with my friend and saw you in front of the club looking like you were dying.” Y/N shrugged.

She ended up going into full detail on what he said, did, and acted. Ran instantly choked on his spit as Y/N stifled her laughter. “You’re easy to laugh at Ran. I don’t think you realize the things you do or say until someone expresses how they feel towards you.” Y/N said, taking a sip of orange juice.

“I do know what I say. I mean everything that comes out of my mouth, Y/N. I’m not some random guy who just fucks every bitch he comes across.” Ran said, getting closer to Y/N. “Is that right, Haitani?” Y/N smiled, feeling Ran wrap his arms around her.

“Yeah, it is.”

Ran leaned in for a kiss and Y/N pulled back. “You’re an idiot, Haitani! That’s the funniest thing I’ve seen since I and Senju hid Takeomi’s cigs. Thanks for the laugh.” The woman said, walking towards her bathroom.

“Shit… Do you need an Uber or do you want me to take you?”

“I’ll… just ask Rin to take me.”

Ran was so embarrassed that he waited outside for his brother to come— And let’s just say it took him a good 50 minutes to even get his older brother.

“What the hell happened last night? You look stressed!”

“I’ve got a long way to go, Rindou.”

“Dude, what the fuck are u talking about ☠️?”

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Basically, I wanna make a part two and upload way more diff fics, but I honestly might not be able to due to school :(

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Yea i really think you should a a Nsfw Alphabet for Adult Nick Goode.I don’t think he’d be too rough….unless you deserve it;)But really i’d think he’d cherish you💗

NSFW ABC- NICK GOODE

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Depends on the situation, if it’s jealous sex then he’ll just leave you alone as soon as it’s over. If he’s feeling cuddly then he’ll be at your side like superglue.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Nick likes his eyes because he knows just by looking at you, you're pudding in his hands. One look and you're in the back of his cruiser.

He loves your lips. Nick adores how your moans drip like honey from your lips. It gets him going when he sees them wrapped around his cock.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's extremely territorial, he'll fuck you in your skirt and making you walk with his cum dripping down your thigh.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He keeps your panties in his drawers at home so he has something to humiliate you with.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?).

Let's be honest, he's was the town's whore in his younger years. He's very experienced.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

any position as long as he's balls deep into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

If you're being quiet, he'll try to get a giggle out of you. Nick will "accidentally" brush his fingers near your tickle spot.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's hairier there than most guys you've been with. Nick isn't too hairy but there's enough where you can feel it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He devotes the whole time to you, he needs to be on call? He'll send someone else. Nothing can distract him from you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Remember the panties he keeps? Yeah, he'll use those instead of tissues. He has some polaroids of you hidden in his office as well. When he gets home, get ready for a looong night.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

100% has a damsel in distress kink. Officer and criminal roleplay? Uh yeah.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In the jail cell, his cruiser, *cough* if he's really horny, he'll fuck you at a crime scene *cough*

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. Words can not describe how much this man is in love with you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Threesomes or sharing you. Anything else he's done for it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Selfish of him to admit but he prefers getting head, he just loves how your mouth stretches around his cock and how pretty you look when you gag.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

If it's jealous sex he'll go rough and slow just to punish you. Every other day it's slow and hot.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Nick Quickie Goode is his name, this man can fit pleasing you into his schedule at any time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes, if you want it. You'll get it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

It's like this man drowns himself in energy drinks, he can go on for hours making sure you won't walk and lose the ability to talk.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Nick will say he hates toys but has a box just for you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I need to scream at how unfair he is. Imagine him chuckling as he thrusting his fingers into you only to pull them out.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's not loud, he has too much pride. He grunts and hisses.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

one time, Nick was fcking you against the two-way mirror in the interrogation room. That way you didn't know if anyone was watching but anyone would see.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

This man... I know his dick is big but like 8in big. with veins and everything.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He'll leave work if your panties aren't enough. Which is 75% of the time. He's sheriff, he can do whatever he wants.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

First of all... are you okay? Do you need anything? He'll make sure you're okay first before he falls asleep.