#rubberband man^ to me

[automatonknight]

id: a digital, fullbody drawing of faust from guilty gear. he’s wearing a blue button up with a yellow tie, a labcoat, green, striped pants and brown shoes. he’s shown from the side, doing a very exaggerated step, leaning his upper body back. in his left hand he’s holding a metal box. the background is transparent. end id

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

i very much do not need to be coming up with a preliminary cast for a book i know nothing about and will not write until november at the earliest, but HERE WE ARE, I GUESS,

[love-songs-for-emma]

every day i wake up and put on my silly lil necklaces & bracelets one clasp or slide over the wrist at a time, just like everybody else

[supercreig]

Bah. I'm done fighting with my net.

Guess it's to bed I go.

[thirst2]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨ 🫶🏼

Speaking of Bruce Springsteen…

"Incident on 57th Street" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yk8iXy-aw30)

"Street Punk Gospel Choir" by (not the Bruce Springsteen song but the band) Candy's Room (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RzqHaCFYqwY)

(hey, y'all – prepare yourself for) "The Rubberband Man" by The Spinners (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KSMVflSBKx8)

"Cumberland Gap" rendition by Meredith Moon (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ubC7ClPrH1g)

"Everything Looks Better (in Hindsight)" by The Wild Reeds (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=osW7rC4YiXw)

[musicmoreweirdthangood]

Klaus Nomi, 1982: "Rubberband Lazer"

It wasn't enough for him to fuse opera with quirky synth pop on tracks like "Simple Man" and "Nomi Song (Know Me)" so for this song about being a space pilot he threw in some cowboy music

[h0rnyauth0r]

having no thoughts, head empty, just thinking about ghost fucking you while you have your radio tuned into graves’ station, who has a thing for you <333

if you’re not at least 16 pls dni, idc if you read but i don’t want you interacting!

tws: choking, outdoor sex, technically phone sex i suppose?, unprotected sex, cumming inside, reader has a vagina and is called a girl

the tension between the two of you had snapped like a rubberband. so quickly, and yet at the same time agonizingly slow. while everyone else spends their time worrying about the mission at hand and killing the bastard, ghost has his hand grasping onto your throat in a deathgrip as his hips slam into your ass.

he has you bent over on a slab of concrete out in the open, radio pressed and against your mouth as you let out struggled  gasps and moans. he’s smirking underneath his mask as your walls clench around his cock, knowing that graves is likely fuming in jealousy.

his little crush on you was embarrassing, and hearing you cream on his enemy’s dick makes it worse. that sends ghost into a frenzy as his hand on your throat moves down to your clit, rubbing fast and hard circles into it.

he notices that you’re stifling noises the slightest bit, anger bubbling up as he stops moving. “go on then, scream. make him know who fucks you this good.” he growls out, thrusting particularly hard against you.

you feel so close to cumming, but it all crashes down when his fingers leave your throbbing bud. you cry out in annoyance. “p-please!” you feel tears welling up in your eyes.

“please what? what should i do? go on.” he says smugly, moving his hips the slightest amount in an attempt to tease you.

you clench your eyes shut, “fuck me. god, ghost. i want you to make me cum on your cock.” you feel your face heat up knowing that there’s more than just a few men who can hear you.

“good girl.” he whispers in your ear, quickly returning to his previous movements. this time, however, he pushes you deeper into the concrete and his fingers abuse at your clit harder than before.

your orgasm approaches rather quickly, loud moans and occasional screeches of pleasure escaping your sore throat as he fucks into you so good.

you feel his hand that grasps onto the radio also grab at your throat, squeezing and pulling your head back for his eyes to meet yours. his eyes bore into yours, and you fight the urge to close your eyes to look away from him.

he knows he’s ruining you when your eyes roll back and your pussy clenches around him tightly and you gasp out his codename with nails digging into the concrete.

your orgasm feels euphoric as he keeps rubbing your clit well past the end, his choking making the pleasure almost dizzying as you forget where you are and what’s happening.

your walls keep spasming around him as his thrust become sloppier, indication that he’s going to cum soon. in this moment, you want his cum inside of you so badly that it’s making you drool.

he almost cums just from the lewd sight, tits out and bouncing and your eyes watery as you stare at him like you’re about to pass out. he allows his fingers to squeeze a bit harder, an odd choking and moaning sound struggling to escape your throat.

he lets out what sounds like a mix of a grunt and a groan as you feel his cum fill your pussy up, and the feeling alone makes you cum for the second time against him.

his thrusts slowly stop and he releases your throat, noticing how hot you look with his fingerprints bruising your neck. he doesn’t pull out for a minute as he catches his breath but once he does the radio picks up with sound.

“ghost, you’re a dead man.” it’s graves talking, and he simply shuts the radio off.

your legs feel like jelly in the moment as you turn around and sit on the rough concrete, having your pants as a blanket so your ass doesn’t rub on it. you look at the large man in front of you, watching as he tucks his cock away into his pants.

he looks back up at you and moves closer to you, ducking down to your height and staring into your eyes. “you’re okay?” he asks gruffly.

you nod slowly, grabbing onto your panties and sliding them onto your sore body. “that was interesting.” is all you say, feeling him lift you and help you put on your gear.

after you’re dressed, you get ready to head back to where everyone else is but he grabs onto your wrist and stops you. “wait.” he says to you quietly, the sound of fabric moving filling your ears..

you turn towards him and feel his lips on yours, kissing you roughly as his hands dig into your hips. after he pulls away from you, he pushes his mask back down and smacks your ass roughly.

“be careful. we have a lot ahead of us, yeah?”

it’s not much, but it makes you smile. he doesn’t need to say he cares about you, but he shows it in such an obvious manner.

***

note: i haven’t written smut in a while so i’m sorry if it’s not good <3 thanks for reading!

[willowser]

How much do I have to pay for more nerd Kiri?? CUZ I WILL

you see him again in the break room — which is odd, considering he's got his own on the other end of the building.

in the middle of reheating your lunch, staring dead-eyed into microwave as the seconds tick by, and then a little red blip is gracing the edges of your vision. when you look up from the 100-year-old creaking contraption, kirishima's back is turned — undoubtedly his back, considering the width — and his hands are fists at his sides and he's awkwardly shuffling back down the hall.

you pout a little, because you haven't been getting very far with him; all your attempts at flirting — both in person and over instant messenger — have gone either completely ignored or completely over his head, and you're starting to wonder if sero was just gassing you up as a prank. you wouldn't put it past him.

— but then he's back, facing you this time as he reenters the break room. the little wave he gives you is timid, as shy as the small up-turn of his lips.

"hey," you say conversationally, watching on as he nods and walks up to the cabinet above the microwave. kirishima peers inside for a long moment, like he can't find what he's looking for, though you have no idea what that could be. "forget something?"

"huh?" his eyes snap to you instantly, eyebrows raised. "no, no! i was just, uh, checking for, uh—" he shrugs then, taking a deep breath before offering you another smile. "how's the rubberband war going with hanta?"

"ugh, don't remind me," you roll your eyes as he laughs, quiet and cute. "it's 17 to 8 right now, and i'm surprised he hasn't taken out my eye yet."

"man," kirishima takes another long look into the cabinet before abandoning it to spin around and lean back against the counter. when he crosses his arms, you watch the material of his shirt strain over his biceps, the plush of his chest as he presses into his pecs. "you might wanna work on your aim."

"so i've been told," you stick your tongue out at him, lips curling when he has to look away in favor of scratching at the side of his thick neck, smiling at the floor. "you should help me, since you know how much of a menace he is."

"uh, yeah, i mean," he shrugs and pushing his glasses up his nose, having to blink when the lenses get too close to his long, dark eyelashes. "maybe i could make like, i don't know, a target or something on some sticky notes or—"

"no, lemme get some real practice in, by firing right at your cute little glasses here." when you gently tap the arm of them, his eyes shoot up to the ceiling, cheeks pink. all you get is a quiet uh. "c'mon, i'll make it worth your while. buy you a beer or something after work."

"nah, i can't—i can't let you do that."

you frown, feeling deflated once again. "why not?"

"because," the top button of his light blue shirt is undone and he fiddles with it for a moment, as he chews on his lip. "because i should be buying you the beer."

"okay," you grin and his eyes dart up, taking in the curve of your cheeks. "buy me one then."

"okay," the little laugh he lets out is full of nerves, but the smile on his face is charming, triumphant. "i've, uh, got dnd—or this, uh, game—sort of thing i play, or do, with my friends, but i can cancel!"

"oh, well, you have this 'game sort of thing that you do' at your house?" you grin again when he nods, cheeks red, and resist the urge to throttle him for being so fucking cute. "then why don't i have the beer at your place, so you don't have to cancel?"

"uh, no, no," kirishima's demeanor changes immediately as he stands straight, shaking his head as he stares down at his shoes. "no, it's, uh, kinda like—i don't know—weird, and i don't want you to have to sit through my nerd stuff."

"maybe i like nerd stuff," you bite your lip when he looks at you again, smothering another sultry little smile as his eyes zero in in your mouth. "dragons and elves and shit like that. after everybody leaves, we can play princess in a castle and you can be my knight in shining armor."

"uh," he laughs again, jittery, and takes a small step back when you try to lean into him. "i thought we were doing it—uh, doing the rubberband thing."

you can't help it; a small groan leaves your throat as you deflate. again. "kirishima, you're killing me here."

he exhales heavily, unable to even look at you as he speaks breathlessly. "sorry! uh, yeah, no, it starts at, um, 7 if you really wanna come."

"okay," you lightly tap your foot against his twice before turning back to the microwave, jabbing the numbers again because your food has surely gone cold at this point. "save me a seat, then."

"yeah, okay, i definitely will."

you can feel his eyes tracing over your profile, but if you have to look at his big, crimson eyes or pink cheeks any longer, you'll lose your mind, and so you direct your smile at the microwave. unceremoniously, he awkwardly shuffles around you, shoulders tense as he makes an abrupt exit.

— but he turns, suddenly, and when you look up, he's got one hand in his hair, gripping it lightly.

"did you really wanna do the princess thing or—i could, i don't know—" he turns away one last time when you can't help but to giggle, barely suppressing his own smile as you call out to him that, yes, you would love to do the princess thing, with him.

[kaibacorpstocksplit]

this does stress me out like what are you doing

you spent however long organizing those and theyre gonna fly everywhere the second you move. that or theyre so tightly packed theyre gonna be a pain to get out. you could at least put rubberbands on them. surely somewhere in kaibacorp there is a supply room. cmon man.

[antigonick]

You hate Flanagan but like Ari Aster, the guy who turned horror into a pretentious snoozefest? :/

Yeah man. I mean, I'm not a die-hard Ari Aster defender, I haven't even seen Beau is Afraid yet, but—the slow unending dread and rubberband-thinning-and-thinning type of discomfort Hereditary and Midsommar made me feel were special and so clearly made to torment the viewer. Not for everyone, but there's a clear point of view there, and I respect that: a clear stance on horror, an attempt to create a unique and unsettling experience, and a personal and creative exploration/meditation on what can make people SNAP (cross the boundary between controlled and uncontrolled, human and inhuman (though not monstrous), violence by way of removal from self-submission to the violence done onto you). The format (the slowness) fits the bill: it's all about pinching your own chords for a long excruciating time and see if YOU do snap too, to the point where you identify solely with the one who will become the horror. What does that make you?

[kayhi808]

Darkling's Pet - 2

Previous

Nataliya tested positive for the Corporalki Order as a child. She became a very powerful Healer, with an added gift of being able to manipulate a person's mood by touch alone. It comes in handy when healing the injured or easing one's fears as they lay dying. Not many know of her gift, but the Dark General knows.

*****

The Second Army was ambushed. They were outnumbered and barely got out with their lives. Nataliya was sent to the camp to tend to the wounded. Climbing out of the carriage with 2 other Healers who were also dispatched from the Little Palace, they hurried over to the medical tent that was set up & got to work.

The Darkling took it as a personal affront that they had to retreat from the Fjerdan attack. He silently stalks the campgrounds checking on his people before he can even think about having his injuries tended to. A young Squaller writhing in pain, is making it difficult for the Healer to tend to her. "Nataliya! Nataliya!" A healer crosses the tent to assist and Kirigan stops in his tracks. He's heard of her skill as a Healer, but no one mentioned her beauty. It calls to him.

Nataliya kneels by the young girl's side, "Shhhh, I know." Removing her gloves, she rests a cool hand over a fevered brow. The Squaller is still in a lot of pain, but her movements still & Nataliya nods at the Healer to continue. "You're so brave. We'll have you up and about in no time. I promise."

From the tent doors, the General watches Nataliya move from patient to patient. After his observations, he turns to Ivan, "That healer, there. Bring her to me." Ivan nods & goes to retrieve Nataliya.

******

Pushing back the flaps of the General's tent, Nataliya step in, "General? Ivan said you wanted to see me." There was a excited thrill that ran through her body at being singled out by their handsome leader. Tall, dark & handsome doesn't even begin to describe the beauty of this man.

"Yes, come in." He stiffly leans against the table.

Her mouth turns down in a frown, "Sir? Are you hurt?" Hurrying to his side, the General slowly lifts his shirt to expose his side. His ribs are an explosion of reds & violets. Nataliya hisses through her teeth. Raising her eyes to meet his onyx gaze, "May I?"

"It is why I called you here," in a soft pained whisper.

Gulping, "Of course." Nervously, she concentrates on mending the cracked ribs & bruising. Once she completes healing him, she trails her fingertips across his skin, thinking to soothe him.

Being an amplifier, General Kirigan can feel her latent gift. An odd feeling of calm & peace spreads through his being. Not recognizing the feeling he pushes back against it. Nataliya gasps in pain. It's like a rubberband snapping back at her with her power. She realized her mistake seconds too late. It was the General rejecting her power vehemently.

Wide-eyed with shock, she tries to pull away, but the General quickly covers her hand with his, pressing it against his side, taking more of her gift than she wanted to give. His will overpowered hers and she lost control of her gift. He was in control. She feels....violated in a sense. He's taking something from her against her will. She growls and Kirigan releases her. Glaring, she stumbles away from him. "Nataliya."

Unable to make eye contact with him because of the rage inside her. He's the most powerful Greisha & could kill her in a blink of an eye. "Your ribs should be fine. There shouldn't be any lingering pain." Backing away from him, "Is that all, General?"

Softly, "Yes. Thank you, Nataliya."

She quickly slips from his tent returning to the medi-tent. How was he able to do that? No one has ever done that to her before.

******

Her shift at the infirmary isn't until the afternoon, so Nataliya has time to forgage in the nearby woods & gardens for herbs she needed to make her salves, tinctures & teas. It's a warm day for Spring so she's happy to be out in the sunshine.

"Ugh! You little thief!" A small rabbit is making a buffet of the gardens while a fat lazy dog is laying on his back in a patch of sunshine. Putting her basket down, she goes to chase the rabbit out. It's so quick that it has her running in circles but refuses to leave the garden. Damn it! To mock her, it continues to chomp on the leafy vegetables. Giving up, Nataliya plops down by the dog, out of breath, scratching his belly. "And you, Sir, are useless!"

"Don't be so hard on him. He was quite noble when he was younger. He's an old dog now."

She whips her head in the direction of that velvety voice. Quickly standing, brushing off her skirt & looking for a quick escape, ready to flee. "General."

Dressed casually without his kefta, he doesn't look like a formidable Greisha General. He crouches down to pet & scratch the lazy dog. Squinting up at her because of the glare of the sun, "You remind me of the bunny there." Nataliya looks over to see the bunny finally hopping away. The General imposing more of a threat than she did evidently. She growls & rolls her eyes. "I mean you no harm, Zaya (bunny)." He stands with his hands behind his back. "I wanted to apologize for the other day. I never felt a gift like yours. It surprised me."

"I only wanted to ease your pain."

Rubbing a hand over his heart, "It calmed me. My life is never calm, and i didn't recognize the feeling. Instinct took over. I didn't mean to hurt you." He keeps his distance, not wanting to frighten her. "But once I recognized it, I craved more. " He gives her a sad smile, "I should never have taken advantage of you like that. Forgive me."

His sad smile touched her. To not know peace & calm in your life. What type of life is that? "Is that how you apologize? 'Forgive me.' It sounds like a command, General."

"Maybe it is," shrugging, "You must forgive me." Turning away she laughs, missing the predatory smile that appears on his lips, before donning an expression or remorse. He steps closer, offering his elbow, making sure not to touch her. "May I escort you back, Zaya?" Biting her lip, trying to hide her smile, she slips her hand in the crook of his elbow.

@arwensloanebarnes @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @jvanilly @snowkestrel @e-dubbc11 @k-marzolf

[fairytsuk1]

cw cheating (not on reader.), mild dubcon ("don't cum inside"), toxic relationships all around

tomura had shoved your face into the mattress, uncaring of the makeup you'd spent so long delicately applying at your vanity like a little doll. now it was smashed into expensive pillows as he bullied his thick cock into you, knocking you forwards and backwards while the slap of skin on skin rang through the air.

"you're so fucking hot, want you impaled on me like this all the time..."

it drags through your walls, a heavy feeling at the bottom of your tummy as he savoured the feeling of you squeezing him every time he forced himself to ram into the squishy spot up inside you, he was making you see stars.

your mind thinks back to dabi, when he used to like you when you were all splayed out under him while you whined and begged for some sort of stimulation.

"tomura!! to-oh!"

his balls draw up, and tomura can't wait to fill you so full that it drips down your leg and maybe, just maybe he'll get a picture to save for later. his fingers tighten around your hips, likely to leave a scalding bruise in its wake.

"i'm close, gonna pump this pussy full of my cum. you like it right? you like being fucked when you have, uhu, a boyfriend, right?"

you're being stretched so thin, and the rubberband of your orgasm is being pulled tighter and tighter than you can only cry out as the man above you ravishes you like a little doll.

"not, not inside! gonna cum, gonna cum all over your thick cock," your mouth runs wild when tomura hunkers down to pull your arms behind you and ruin you, "just don't do it inside!"

he's groaning, and losing his power and he slowly drops to rest his stomach on your back, barely even thrusting but shoving himself as deep as possible because he 100% was going cum inside.

"don't wanna leave a little gift? fuuuck, i'm cumming. take it, just fucking take it."

he's no match as you squirm wildly, sobbing into orgasm as you clench wildly while his hot load warms you from the inside. his chest heaves above you as he lazily rocks his cock in you like you need to be soothed.

"i think someone's calling you, baby."

your sweaty bangs are pushed out of the way as tomura keeps you pinned under him; crackly static filling your ears as the phone is pressed against your temple.

dabi's voice fills your ears, and you gulp.

"hey baby."

[rubberricky]

Rubberband man. I still can't believe you spotted that.

I'm an observer, Rick

I like knowing what's going on around me

[orbitalpirate]

10 first sentence tag!!

The incredible @jamietarttsnorthernattitude tagged me to share ten first sentences from my writing. I'm doing all wips lol

1. Lost In The Citadel: He was actually pretty psyched about going to Switzerland for international week.

2. Let The Sunshine In: It had been a hard week.

3. Now I Now The Wolves: They were having a low-key night.

4. Chapter 2 of Rubberband Man: Colin Hughes was gay.

5. Make Him Really Jealous: Look, it's not like he was looking for trouble or anything.

6. See Two People So Much In Love: It didn't start off a competition.

7. Bring The Columns Down: A.F.C Richmond had quite a propensity for inside jokes.

8. Untitled Richard Montlaur whump: Richard's always had fucked up feet.

9. I refuse to say what this one is ;) : The younger man's beard felt nice nestled against his bicep, and if it was anyone else in the world Roy's decision about whether or not to let him spend the night in his bed wouldn't have been so difficult.

10. A different Richard whump: "There's a kid in the locker room," Will said.

Tagging @yorkshire-rockchick @stonesandswords and @carolinemathildes (no pressure at all whatsoever)

[forasecondtherewedwon]

"On Repeat" playlist tag game

Thanks, @jonairadreaming, for tagging me to shuffle my "on repeat" playlist and list the ten songs that pop up!

"Smoke Gets In Your Eyes" - Dinah Washington

"Red Light Spells Danger" - Billy Ocean

"Common People" - Pulp

"A Girl Like You" - Edwyn Collins

"Strong Enough" - Sheryl Crow

"You're Still the One" - Teddy Swims

"Flowers" - Miley Cyrus

"Girl from the North Country" - Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash

"Going Home" - Blake Neely (Masters of the Air score)

"The Rubberband Man" - The Spinners

Tagging: @sergeantpixie @sempervera @flythesail @cocoamoonmalfoy @bethanyactually @lookforanewangle @mistressaccost