#hes so iconic im obsessed with him

[nyxi-pixie]

fav thing abt mike is that he got told to go look for people to play dnd and instead of going to find ppl w no friends whod have nothing better to do or anything hes like

'no. i will use this as an excuse to go look at men fighting each other🥰🥰i am so normal🥰🥰'

[skitskatdacat63]

Pictures that fuel the 007 vettonso au that exists in my head(for now)

Also go listen to "You Know My Name", and think of Vettonso while doing so because I think it is SOOOOOO them coded(but also f1 in general tbh.) And also if you've seen Casino Royale, hey, remember that chair scene? >:)

[andsotheuniverseended]

Orimar Vale sir if you happen to be free any night this week i would love to discuss sensory overload and the pursuit of escaping the limits of humanity to become a story that will never die with you

[widevibratobitch]

when i say i am obsessed with him

[jinx-you-owe-me]

PART 13

of the dfk audiobook translation

@cnka

Matze: „You know, maybe you need to do something that nobody else dares to do.“ Uli: „What do you mean?“ Matze: „Something unexpected I guess. …I don’t know, think of something!“

Narrator (audiobook): It leaves us hoping this advice won’t end up disastrous. Martina hurries to the house of the Kreuzkamms. Herr Kreuzkamm is playing with his little son in front of the entrance, who is sitting in the drivers seat of a small VW Bus while Herr Kreuzkamm secures a surf board on the roof.

Little son: „Vroom! Vrrroooom!“ Herr Kreuzkamm: „Huh? Do you want to honk?“ Martina, out of breath: „Hello? Herr Kreuzkamm?“ Herr Kreuzkamm: „Hello. Yes?“ Martina: „Is Ruda home?“ Herr Kreuzkamm: „Well, that’s a lot going on today. First the whole gang tramples through our house. Then someone wanted the keys to the rowing club. Then someone wanted a climbing rope. And now you?“ Martina: „Is Ruda still here?“ Herr Kreuzkamm: „Yeah, she’s up in her room. You can go in, the door‘s open.“ Martina: „Thank you.“

Narrator (audiobook): Martina hurries up the stairs, enters the house and opens Ruda's door.

Narrator (audiobook): She’s sitting at her desk and turns around emphatically bored.

Ruda: (sighs) „What do you want.“ Martina: „You have to release Jo.“ Ruda: „Oh, really?“ Martina: „Yes.“ Ruda: „You used our skating rink. Egerland saw you. And that’s why we took your best friend!“ Martina: „What?! You guys are crazy!“ Ruda: „This is our proposal. We want the wagon.“ Martina: „Can’t we just make peace for once? Is that so hard?!“

Ruda: „Internals and Externs don’t mix. Have never mixed. You’ll learn it.“ Martina: „Yeah? Then we’ll free her by force.“ Ruda: „By force? How cute. I can’t wait so see that. Doctor's daughter.“ Martina: „I’m-” Ruda: „You don’t even know where Jo is.“

SCENE CHANGE

Narrator (audiobook): Sebi, Musti and another Extern have tied Jo to a chair in a boat house by the lake.

Sebi: „So, we need to go now. You’re provided for. Watch over her.“ Jo: „No, you can’t just leave me alone like this!! Let me go!“

Narrator (audiobook): Sebi and Musti leave the boat house while the third one stays with Jo and keeps staring at her incessantly.

Jo: „What are you staring at?!“

SCENE CHANGE

The Nichtraucher theme plays while he walks through grass with a towel over his shoulder.

Narrator (Nichtraucher): When I get stuck with my story, I smoke. Or I go for a swim or play piano.

Narrator (Nichtraucher): Um. You should swim or play piano, forget about the smoking thing! I’ve wanted to quit for a long time! In any case, I went outside and knew how the story continued.

The Internals and Externs have gathered at the lake shore in seperate groups.

Internal: „Dude, what do we do now?“

Martina runs up to them.

Martina, out of breath: „There’s no other way! Didn’t find a solution. They want the wagon now.“ Matze: „Never! Jo wouldn’t have let that happen.“

Ruda runs up to the other Externs and greets Musti.

Matze: „We need to fight this out.“

Narrator (audiobook): The Externs have also arrived now, and like in a group duel the two parties stand face to face at the lake shore. Suddenly, Robert appears, who wants to take a bath.

Nichtraucher, in a completely nonchalant tone: „What’s going on here?“ Martina: „They kidnapped Jo!“ Matze: „This will be a battle.“

Nichtraucher: „You want to fight? …Meinetwegen. But don’t think I’ll stitch up your injured. I hope your all vaccinated against Tetanus.“

Martina: „Are you a doctor?“

Nichtraucher: (annoyed sigh) „Tell me, can’t you just let two representatives fight this thing out? Each group sends one… and who falls off the bridge first… loses. Hm?“

[muqingists]

this matsuda. ❤️

[orcelito]

after this

the chapter then ending on this

has me big time feeling like. this.

[todayisafridaynight]

ill always be the first one to defend Y7′s english dub but nothing’s going to be funnier than someone providing a sample of english daigo and saying ‘this was a perfect choice’ and then immediately playing daigo’s original voice who sounds so much lighter and has a somewhat higher voice and spoke more hushed

[ladysqueakinpip]

[gothamcityneedsme]

arkham origins is so great because it really is just like. Here is what everyone was like and what the world was like before batman became the most important boy in the universe.

Like. joker is a crazy murderhappy guy but like hes totally on his way to getting himself killed for a joke and mostly hes just a crime lord. Bane isnt broken yet and has like a whole faction of people so loyal to him vs how alone he becomes in later arkham. enigma doesnt even call himself the riddler and doesn't even MAKE riddles. Hes like. Sane and has a slight moral focus to his work. He wants to destroy corruption (or control it). Ras is in the shadows, planning, which we see through the dignified but cruel Shiva. Sidonis is the old guard, old crime, being destroyed by the rise of the new 'supercrime'.

Anyways. Batman fucks up all these people and puts a wrench in the works that just starts twisting. Because of Batman, Jim Gordon gets more recognition (through Jims own efforts as well but tbh some of the people Batman takes down would 1000% have gotten Jim dead i think. Its a team effort). And Gotham itself will change so much too. Part of it was crime already shifting but the Bat is such a huge fucking effect. Alfred is right when he sees how important Batman is (THE TWO OF THEM ARE!!)

mvp alfred in this game for real.

[risaonda]

I love remake luis genuinely I'm glad he's also allowed to be a real character now too

[tankman]

hugh jackman is a delightful man but i will never stop complaining about the wolverine casting

[hecksupremechips]

Shinjiro Aragaki 🤝 Rebecca Gales

Mom friends who constantly try telling others how they should live their lives and believe they know what’s best for everyone else who would explode and die if anyone did the same to them

[4giorno]

i was like eh i dont care at all abt watching the star rail livestream and now this is the time they announce theyre giving a whole ass limited 5* for free WAIT POST CANCELLED sunday was in the stream im losing my fucking mind

[supahstarrr]

i love my man whit but his outfit look so tacky and he looks hella stiff sometimes...

[slttygeto]

SO, YOU GOT A BOYFRIEND? | GETO S.

synopsis: when watching a certain scary movie gives your husband, suguru, the perfect idea on how to ruin you.

c.w: p0rn with plot, fem!reader, reader is referred to as “good girl” “pretty girl”, mask kink (hehe<3), slight fear play, fingering, cunnilingus, dirty talk, suguru talks you through it, praise kink, strength kink if you squint, im obsessed with suguru's arms, clit smack, multiple orgasms.

word count: 2,1k

note: i am BRICKED after writing this. happy halloween hehe.

ghostface suguru! ( @aurelianamu )

In a dimly lit room, at around 10PM—it was a bit cold outside, the perfect weather to snuggle up and watch some movies. Romance movies? No, you did that last week. Action movie? Eh, you were not in the mood for that—oh, Scream. Your thumb presses on the movie before you put the remote control down and walk towards the kitchen to grab some snacks.

“Sugu, I picked a movie!” you announce as you make your way out of the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn and two drinks. Your husband marches down the stairs in a lazy manner, his long strands messily sticking out of his ponytail that he has to stop and tie it up again. He sees what movie you picked and he stands behind you on the couch.

“Scream?” he questions, hands resting on your shoulders.

“First movie, pretty iconic.”

“I don’t think it’s that scary though,” he doesn’t really say that he would rather watch something else, simply joins you on the couch and pulls you towards him with the bowl of popcorn resting on your lap.

The movie is indeed not that scary, you kept quoting some of the lines here and there, which earned you a chuckle from Suguru every time.

“No, please don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface I wanna be in the sequel,” you say in the same voice and attitude and your husband runs a hand through your hair.

“I think you’d easily outsmart him,” your husband is very supportive of you, but instead of making fun of his statement, your heart thrums in your chest when you picture Suguru in the ghostface mask.

“Really?” you look up at him through your eyelashes but Suguru is staring ahead and doesn’t notice the eyes you’re giving him.

“Yeah, they’re all pretty stupid—minus Sidney, I mean the fact that—“ your husband goes on a three minute ramble about the plot, how he appreciates the intelligence of the main character all while saying that the choice of the ghostface killers was nice. Unbeknownst to him, you were thinking of something else. Something far dirtier than intended.

“Baby,” you cut him off from his ramble and he hums in response.

“You’d be pretty hot as ghostface.” Suguru looks down on you when you say that and raises both eyebrows knowingly.

“Are you insinuating something?” To which you shrug your shoulders before staring back at the big screen in your living room, playing innocent.

“Just saying.”

You weren’t just saying, you knew exactly what you were doing. The next day, you’re sat on your bed folding laundry while watching the newest episode to your favorite podcast. You liked keeping your brain stimulated, and it distracted you from the fact that your husband was always gone for long hours during the day. But when you hear the keys rustling and the front door opening, you raise an eyebrow but don’t question it. Today’s mission must’ve been quick, you think to yourself.

“Welcome home!” you call out from your bedroom but don’t bother to get up, you knew he would come to your bedroom immediately so you keep your eyes on your computer and go back to folding the laundry.

A couple of minutes pass and Suguru doesn’t walk inside the bedroom, so you start getting a little suspicious and decide to go check on him.

“Sugu?” you walk out of the bedroom and notice how the lights downstairs are turned off. You remember leaving them on for him, so he must’ve turned them off on his way upstairs—but where was he?

“Baby, are you in the shower?” the lights in the bathroom were on but the door was closed. Suguru never walked to the bathroom first without greeting you—unless something was wrong. You put your hand on the door handle, but before you could twist the knob, a warm and rough hand covers your mouth and your blood runs cold when you’re being pulled into a different room.

You don’t have time to scream or panic, because when you’re being pinned to the wall by a rather familiar set of hands, your eyes almost bulge out of your skull when you notice the ghostface mask. You’re breathing heavily, cheeks flushed but there’s no sign of panic because you know who this is—the dragon tattoo peeking out of his shirt and the wedding band on his ring finger are enough evidence.

“Do you like scary movies?” Suguru’s voice sounds silky smooth, but the flirting connotation to it has your heart leaping out of your chest.

“Sugu—“

“Wrong,” he pins both hands above your head and his body is so close to yours that you feel the heat radiating off of it. “Let’s try again, I know my girl is smart.”

Your breath is caught in your throat, but you play along and nod sheepishly.

“Do you like scary movies?”

“Mhm,”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?” He traces a finger over your cheek, and the arousal slowly starts pooling between your legs.

“Hm, I don’t know,” you reply in a similar flirtatious tone, nervousness long gone. The realization that you didn’t have to explicitly tell your husband about the ghostface mask and him buying it for your pleasure made all of this very thrilling.

“You have to have a favorite, what comes to mind?”

“Hm, Halloween,” you stick to the same script of the movie, you buck your hips towards him but he pushes a knee between your legs and pins you again to the wall. “Y’know, the one with the guy with the white mask that walks around and stalks baby sitters?”

“Yeah,” Suguru breathes out and takes in how gorgeous you look like this—how he should’ve thought of doing this a long time ago. Your eyes were blown out with lust, chest heaving in excitement all while allowing him to play with you like this. He could feel his pants tighten and his cock was slowly getting hard from knowing exactly what was coming.

“What’s yours?” you bring him out of his thoughts and although you can’t see his face, you know that he was giving you that signature charming smile that always won over your heart.

“Guess.” He purrs out and you subconsciously start grinding against his knee before giving him a reply.

“Nightmare on Elm Street,”

“Wrong,” Suguru goes off script and your lips part for a moment. You’re about to complain, tell him that this wasn’t in the movie—he lets go of your wrists and throws you over his shoulder, delivering a harsh smack to your ass, his rough hand kneads the skin as he makes his way towards your bedroom.

“Better luck next time,” he throws you on the bed and you let out a gasp when your back hits the mattress. You try to sit up, but your husband grabs your ankles and pulls you down towards the end of the bed. “Now let’s see just how fucking filthy you are,”

He parts your legs with his big hands covering the plush skin of your thighs, and you whine out when he removes your shorts to reveal your panties that had an obvious wet patch on them.

“Fuuuck,” he breathes out and lifts up the mask enough for his mouth and nose to be visible. He presses his nose against your panties and takes a whiff of your arousal, the sight is obscene and your face turns red at how pussy drunk he sounds. “Fuck, fuck—should’ve done this sooner baby, you smell so fucking good,” he gives your pussy a kiss through the fabric of your panties before his fingers remove them so messily that you let out a startled noise.

Suguru dives in between your legs and the wet sounds are dirty and make you feel even more turned on. His tongue laps at your clit, fingers pulling the hood back before spitting on it and your eyes roll to the back of your head when he sucks. Two of his thick fingers prod at your entrance, gathering some of the slick that’s pooled there before pushing a single finger inside.

“Thaaaat’s it, good girl,” he breathes out against your clit before giving it a kiss as he pushes the second finger inside. “Yeah, this pussy loves being stuffed by me—fuck, you’re so wet for me. All because of this mask baby girl?” his tone is playful but you’re far too gone to complain and just mindlessly nod.

“So drunk off of me and I haven’t even given you my cock,” he pumps his fingers in and out of you all while curling them to find that one spot inside you. He licks, sucks and spits on your clit with so much passion and when he finds that one spot, you let him know pretty quickly.

“Oh!” you gasp and your thighs shake. “S-Suguru, oh fuck--!” his wrist is burning as he keeps pumping his fingers in and out of you, and the veins in his forearm are bulging out from the sheer strength he is using to finger fuck you until you see white. His free hand comes down and presses against your stomach to apply pressure and keep you pinned down.

You make the mistake of opening your eyes to stare at him. His hand is covered in your arousal, but what truly pushes you over the edge is the fact that his mask had come down and was covering his face entirely. So when he decides to talk you through it, give you that one final push—the ghostface mask seems to intensify the orgasm tenfold.

“I know you’re a good girl, but I’m gonna need you to get dirty for me baby—there it is, theeere it is,” he sounds proud when you finally cum, and you’re loud. You whine and let out soft cries, your hands weakly push at his arm when he keeps fingering you through your orgasm.

“Suguru—too much!” you cry out and gasp when he pulls his fingers out of your soaking pussy to slap your clit.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he quickly starts to unbuckle his belt and pushes his pants enough to free his cock. The tip nudges at your folds and your husband hovers over you with his lean stature. Big broad shoulders cover your entire frame and you’re fucked out from your previous orgasm.

“I’m going in baby, let me in,” your legs spread instinctively to welcome him inside of you and you groan when you feel the sheer size of him inside you. Your hands grip at the back of his shirt, but Suguru holds himself up on his forearms so that you look at his mask.

“Yeah, that’s right—look at me baby, filthy fucking girl,” his strokes were slow but hard. His hands grab at the back of your thighs and push them before fucking into you harder. “You like it, huh?” you couldn’t even give a proper response, only mindlessly nodding when you could feel him even deeper inside you.

He pushes your knees to your chest before setting a dizzying pace. You feel so full of him, so full of his thick cock and Suguru’s eyes roll to the back of his head behind his mask every time he felt your pussy squeeze around him. His finger rubs at your clit the same way that you’ve shown him you like it, and the tip of his cock repeatedly nudges against that one spot that has you falling apart underneath him with a loud cry.

Your orgasm hits you hard and Suguru can’t hold it in any longer—he fucks into you for another minute, head buried in your neck as he groans out your name. Your pussy milks him dry, and he fills you up to the brim—to the point where you could feel him leak out of you.

You lay there breathing heavily, and you weakly reach for the ghostface mask and remove it off of your husband to reveal his sweaty forehead and flushed cheeks. He looks gorgeous like that, and you lock eyes for the first time since the entire night and you’re immediately pulled in towards one another.

Suguru kisses you with so much passion, dick still buried deep inside you and your legs stay wrapped around him as you two make out heavily under your sheets that stuck to your sweaty bodies. You pull away for a moment to kiss his forehead and Suguru closes his eyes as he melts at your touch.

“Thank you for that,” you say, so love struck that the man can’t help but chuckle at how breathless you sound.

“Let’s do it again, yeah?”

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