#the hero Emilia

[cameron-s-gaskins]

The Hero Emilia from The Devil is a Part-Timer! One of my favorite animes, it’s so weird and hilarious.

[sincericida]

ANDREW GARFIELD, Kit Harington and Emilia Clarke at the Superhero Comic Con San Antonio - day two

AAAAAAA SHUT UUUUP!

[fallenrocket]

Whenever I read Much Ado about Nothing, I think about how, really, the only thing protecting Hero from Desdemona's fate is her good fortune to have been written in a comedy.

[spiegelgestalt]

After poking around some more in the YouTube Re:zero analysis sphere i once again realize that my takes on re:zero are just vastly different than what is out there.

I just heard that Emilia is mentally a child at the end of season 2 and that's why she's not capable to form a relationship with Subaru...

Is... Is that fan consensus? Did I miss something? Is that how that relationship develops in the LN/WN?

Or is that just a horrible horrible take from a salty Rem/Subaru shipper?

[kuroiconsan]

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[applesartt]

Happy Halloween

[maxwell-grant]

I can probably guess, but how would those individuals getting the Death Note make things worse?

Well,

While she probably should have the book over Light, Emilia is far more ambitious and dangerous that he could be even without the notebook. She's sort of this embodiment of a child's imagination/rebellion in that she's this rebellious firecracker that can do basically anything and has very little respect for grown-ups and very little tolerance for injustice, but she's also egotistical and stubborn and has very little breaks and a very stunted sense of morality, among many other flaws. She's not really that bad, she's a trickster with a big heart trying to make the best of a fiercely opinionated brain and a lease in life she was never supposed to have, she grows for the better but, she did think about cutting off an angel's wings just to see what happened (she later saved the angel by beating Popeye with food poisoning). She held the world hostage with a shrinking spell to try and force the U.S President into ending war forever. Her first appearence had her win a fight by carving out a scorpion's eyeballs with a barbecue spit. Again, she's not evil, but she tends to rejects concepts like "nuance", "social filter" and "not getting to do what she wants right now". She absolutely would have a list planned for the occasion, and there would be a lot of politicians and big shot important folks in there. I'm starting to reconsider my stance on whether she should have the book or not.

The Golden Amazon actually is just straight up evil though. In the first book, she destroys most of England and attempts to rule the world by replacing humanity with synthetic beings, by the second she's leading a secret society of superwomen from the Amazon, and in the following books, while she became an "anti-hero" in the loosest sense possible, that's more so because she succeeds in taking over things and so now has to defend her matriarchy from aliens and saboteurs (I think the books might have retconned some details as they went along but she seems to be either defending Earth so she can rule it or already being it's ruler). She is the Dominatrix of the Solar System, the greatest scientist who ever lived, a cruel, ice cold murder expert superhuman who pretty much doesn't need the Death Note in any way, she really really doesn't need any kind of help in killing/torturing people. The real danger here is her learning about the existence of the shinigami and the shinigami world and deciding she doesn't like death gods in on her territory (existence itself) and deciding to do something about it.

The Black Bat, I mean, Tony Quinn is kind of a piece of shit. He's a scarred and miserable District Attorney turned vigilante serial killer who brands the corpses of the criminals he kills, and unlike The Spider he's not exactly dealing with apocalyptic extreme circumstances to make this behavior less insane, he's just fighting mobsters. Passing the Death Note from the son of a cop, into the hands of a disgraced District Attorney who already decided to go out at night to murder crime with guns and has associates at hand to help him do it is just, well it's not exactly a step up from the threat Light Yagami posed.

El Sombra, look, Djego tried, he truly did. He did a lot of good. If you gave him the Death Note, he'd use it exclusively to kill Nazis and he'd mean it, because that's all he ever did, if you handed him the book during the events of El Sombra and Gods of Manhattan he could have done a lot of good with it. It's just, Pax Omega happened, and what became of him is absolutely not someone who you want to hand something like the Death Note to. He failed, and he failed where it mattered most, and his reward for failure was becoming version 2.0 of everything he hated most and nearly dooming the entire planet. Even if he could have used it to kill Hitler and every member of Untergang, there was no happy ending to the tale of El Sombra. He just failed too profoundly for that to be possible.

The Whisperer, see The Black Bat's deal but times ten, or really just read that editor note above introducing him. The Whisperer is "Wildcat" James Gordon, a handsome young dandy Police Commissioner who, once elected, turned out to be a total maniac asshole (famously burned down an illegal casino as Commissioner, didn't even put on a disguise to do it) and who fights crime by transforming himself into an unrecognizably older persona so he can murder people with impunity. I feel like I don't have to elaborate much here, what's wrong with this guy is fairly brutally self-evident.

The Blue Morpho, because, well how long you've got? Even if you've never watched The Venture Bros and don't know all the horrible things he's done personally, I feel like "cartoon supervillain moonlighting as a dark violent pulp hero in order to kill all the other supervillains in town standing in his way" is fairly self-explanatory. Mr Fitzcarraldo here offed his world's Legion of Doom in one blow pretty much by accident. He's not really out to kill for killing's sake, he just wants to get one guy really badly, but he doesn't really care who he has to get rid of to do that, or even just killing people to solve minor dumb inconveniences like avoiding paying taxi fare or being annoyed by a henchman. He might have the biggest on-screen body count in a show that has Brock Samson in it and only became deadlier as The Blue Morpho, that's no small feat.

Hugo Danner, because there is not a single aspect of Hugo Danner's life that didn't suck and that he didn't find a way to make worse. Hugo Danner was every bad/evil/stupid take on Superman published years before the genuine article. Hugo Danner is the Garth Ennis Superman pisstake that Garth Ennis loved the character too much to actually do. Hugo Danner enlisted in WW1 and only realized he could have ended it single-handedly after he'd already slaughtered thousands and thousands of poor infantrymen with his bare hands and the war ended, and promptly hated himself for being such a colossal idiot. He could not conceive of solutions that didn't envolve "squeezing continents into submission" and punishing all the people too stupid and scared to love him the way he thought he deserved. He hated himself too much to even kickstart plans to create a master race. He got himself killed by cursing the skies and being struck by a lightning bolt on the final page. There's not a lot that the Death Note could have done to save his life from being a shit show, but all he ever did was perpetrate that shit show on others so, yeah, good riddance Danner you stupid bastard.

[zlobonessa]

my most self-indulgent au concept is the one where the council of the wise men rigs the election in order to have a desirable (read: controllable) candidate to end up on the throne (the candidate is probably emilia because i find the potential interesting) and felt and reinhard decide to organise the revolution and overthrow a queen (the queen is secretly in cahoots with them and kind of severely disappointed in the whole being queen thing)

[dumping-ideas]

Taking a break from brainstorming and writing my WxS + ensemble fic by thinking rezero thoughts and how much I love SubaEmi & SubaRem both in and outside of romantic context because their relationship is so much more than that.

I remember back when the first season aired there's an 'I love Emilia' meme going around before I even knew rezero (I watched it in 2017 iirc). And when I finally watched it, I didn't really get why people at that time is mad at Subaru for not saying 'I love Rem' lol.

First of all, Rem is the one who rejected Subaru's proposal first. She knows that Subaru doesn't love her that way, and that something scared him so much that he chose to run away other than fight. She confessed not to get Subaru saying 'I love you' to her (although she kinda wished he would), but it's more about showing Subaru that there's someone that would love him and always be by her side no matter what--her.

And Subaru answered Rem's genuine love confession with the genuine truth--that he still loves Emilia. Because he knew that saying anything else but the truth will dishonor Rem's feelings. Rem falls in love with the Subaru who tries so hard for everyone and everything, including for Emilia's love. Actually, I like this scene because it shows how loyal Subaru is?? Even in his weakest moment, even when there's a girl that's so passionate about her love to him, his feelings for Emilia is still going strong. And I hate that a lot of viewers don't appreciate that dedication. Like damn, where can I find a guy as loyal as Subaru??

And not all anime-only knows this, but Subaru actually, truly, loves with Emilia because of the lap pillow in Arc 2. Sure, he fell in love at first sight when she saved him in the beginning of Arc 1 (also because she's physically his type), but it's only a bud--a crush. There's even a whole paragraph that's basically about Subaru realizing 'oh, I love her' at the end of the pillow scene in the light novel (ps. the ln is great btw). Just think about it, at that time, Subaru was terrified of being hated and betrayed again by everyone, everything he did ended in mistakes and he couldn't even tell anyone about his trauma---and then there's Emilia, who doesn't know or even able to understand, and yet she lent him her lap and a willing pair of ears to listen to his cries---showing Subaru that he's not alone in that world. For Subaru, he knew Emilia for more or less two weeks, but for Emilia, she only knew Subaru for more or less a day. Like, who wouldn't fall for her gentleness??

(And Rem did kill Subaru in cold blood and tortured him so I think it's weirder that Subaru forgave Rem, but that's Subaru for you ig. His super low self-esteem makes him has the mentality of 'as long as I know you have a shred of kindness in you, I can forgive you, even if you betray my trust, torture me, and kill me without remorse lol'

Btw, iirc in arc 7 he had a monologue where he said he still got shivers every time he heard the sound of chains--his trauma from Rem's torture will probably never go away).

So yeah, anime-onlies argument about 'Subaru's love to Emilia doesn't make sense' becomes moot if they actually have the context from the ln. But I didn't even have the context from the ln when I watched Ep. 18 the first time and I still understood why Subaru said 'I love Emilia' just fine, so... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Funny thing is that there's a scene in ln where Subaru admitted to both Rem (in Arc 3 before the White Whale battle) and Emilia (in Arc 4 on the carriage to Sanctuary) where he said that he also loves Rem. Again, understandable, because who wouldn't fall for Rem after her heartfelt confession?? And I appreciate how Subaru think that he's such a scum for liking two girls at the same time and thought that Emilia and Rem should know of his two-timing feelings. Rem is... well, she's kinda obsessed so she said that she's okay being the 2nd wife (but by the way Arc 7 goes I think she wouldn't be in the future), and the kind and gentle Emilia basically saying 'yeah, you suck' but she also said that she understood that Subaru and Rem had a history that she didn't know of so she couldn't fully judge Subaru for that.

Of course, then in Arc 6 Emilia said that she knew Subaru would be occupied with Rem when she woke up, so Emilia needed to work harder to make Subaru look her way... And then in Arc 7 Rem lost all her memories (which I think will tie in to Rem's own character development so she could live for herself, not for Ram or Subaru).

And also, why didn't anyone mention how strict Rem is to Subaru? In Arc 3 she basically said 'don't you dare run away from your trouble because I'm here', and in Arc 6 she's basically pissed at Subaru for giving up and not being able to stand up lol. Heck, in Arc 4 Subaru said to the witches that Rem is the strictest person ever to him because she wouldn't let him give up... and somehow it turned into a hero complex which is also addressed in Arc 7... although I think Arc 7 just made his hero complex worse... On the other hand, Emilia is gentle towards Subaru. In the Arc 4 light novel, when she realized how distressed Subaru was she put Subaru's ears against her chest so Subaru could hear her steady heartbeat to calm him down. In Arc 6, Emilia's (almost-)confession to Subaru was so soft even though all the chaos, and then when they fell she embraced him in such a way so she would fall to the ground first??? Even though there's no way they would survive that fall??? I'm so sorry, I'm so soft for that scene. Not to say that Rem wasn't gentle, but where Emilia would say 'it's okay for Subaru to rest', Rem wouldn't let him.

And and his narration in Arc 4 of his feelings for Rem and Emilia when he talked to his dad---Emilia is his light, and Rem is his sky--and how he couldn't live without both... that passage is so *chef's kiss*

And I haven't say anything about how their love for each other (and other people, in Subaru's case) is also a catalyst for them to love themselves...

Rezero is about love, and there are many forms of love. Romantic, platonic, familial, self-love, etc. ... The writer isn't wrong by calling it a heartwarming story.

[weonlyneedfour]

"Slow down, Pamonha! What's gotten into you, haven't we been shot at by bad guys enough times by now? Well, it's not MY problem you're made of meat and I'm not! The recipe keeps catching on fire cause I can't focus! I am NOT letting them show me up at that stupid cookout, if I can't finish this potion in time, I'm putting YOU in it, got it? Hi-yaah!"

Emilia the Ragdoll

Character created by: Monteiro Lobato Home series: Sitio do Pica Pau Amarelo

Title: Freedom or Death. The Countess of Three Little Stars. The Most Selfish Creature Alive.  Alter Ego: Marchioness. Yakety Ann.  Nationality: Brazilian. Occupation: Space pirate (currently) (not actually a job). The self-appointed brains of whatever group she joins (also not actually a job). Self-employed equestrian dancer, trapeze artist, "cloth fairy", "name giver", "idea inventor", "telescopic looker", Saci hunter, "letter sender", writer of memoirs, chief editor of the Yellow Woodpecker Scream newspaper, and many others (...okay well some of these are actual jobs, kinda). Group affiliation: None. The Encerrabodes Family (formerly). Base of Operations: The Solar System. Yellow Woodpecker Ranch, in Brazil (formerly). Likes: Her pet dog Pamonha. Her former pet rhinoceros Quindim. Collecting artifacts. Talking. Dislikes: Losing. Sitting in silence. Having to stitch herself back together (that's what you're supposed to order the losers around you into doing) Skill: Storytelling. Bossing others around. Chaos.

Powers: Ragdoll brought to life by a talking pill given to her by Doctor Snail (who is not a real doctor, but he is a real snail). Has survived the destruction of her physical form many times and constantly stitches and refills her body back together. Able to curl into a ball and move at high speeds, wrestle beings several times her size, and summon items out of hammerspace.  Displays incongruent biological reactions such as vulnerability to cold, insect bites and terrible smells, suggesting a hybrid existence. Has spent several years / decades in an inanimate state akin to her pre-sentience existence, indicating that the effects of the pill are either temporary or inconsistent. Carries with her a supply of a mysterious pixie powder that enables her to travel through space. Teleportation is not instant and her reserves are limited. 

Once upon a time, there was a strange ranch by the Brazilian countryside where strange adventures befell the family who lived there. In that family at Yellow Woodpecker Ranch, there was a girl named Lúcia, who was gifted a ragdoll by the housemaid Auntie Nastácia, who originally crafted the clumsy little witch out of an old skirt and macela leaves. Lúcia grew tired of talking to a doll that wouldn't answer back, and in one of her adventures, took her to an enchanted kingdom, where she was given a talking pill. With an outlet at last, Emilia began her new life by loudly complaining and cursing about the horrid taste of the pill, and she has never stopped complaining about things in the decades since. 

In no time at all, Emilia made herself into a fiercely independent, opinionated troublemaker. Fearless, stubborn, tempestuous, intolerant of injustice and driven by self-serving curiosity, always quick to insult or argue or speak her mind at length, the raggedy anarchist eagerly takes off on any adventure or goal she sets her mind on, and from 1920 to the 1940s she adventured alongside Lúcia and her family as well as on her own, often getting into trouble and fighting to defend her home and friends from many, many villains.

She's fenced scorpions and fought martian hordes, defeated the world's strongest sailor by tricking him into eating mold, and traveled to the stars on her own and rescued a holy birdman from the Milky Way (after debating whether or not to cut off his wings to see what happened). She's spat in the faces of King Arthur and Hercules, and once held the world hostage with a shrinking spell in an attempt to force the President of the United States to end all war forever. Emilia is a volatile and incorrigibly immature trickster, unburdened with human complications such as organ failure, death, and having to ever accept being wrong in an argument. 

Emilia is currently a living relic of a time that doesn't exist anymore, if it ever did. As Yellow Woodpecker Ranch is nothing more than a children's fantasy series from the early 1900s, whatever freakish anomaly led to Emilia leaving the pages did not carry over to the supporting cast she used to be a part of. She's spent many years in oscillating inactivity where she reverts to inanimate doll form again, and has only sporadically been seen interacting with the local and international caped community over the century. She was last spotted years ago transversing the dunes of Mars with Six-Gun Gorilla and held up in the court of the Clown Kings of Venus months prior, which indicates that she has spent most of her time since traveling across the solar system, using her dwindling reserves of pixie powder, making the most of her sporadic returns to conscience.

It is as of yet unknown whether she's working on any kind of long-term plan, or whether she's merely trying to live and outrun the oblivion that's covered the rest of her family, merely pursuing her destructive and childish carefree whims as long as they'll take her. But then again, those whims have made her quite a force to be reckoned with over the past century. And if this one thinks it'll succeed where thousands failed in finally snuffing out the little firecracker, it's got another thing coming.

[halfblood045]

Every villain thinks themselves the hero. And vice versa. In truth, there’s a little villain and hero in each of us. Depending on the circumstances.

kingdom of the cursed

[nokaru]

my bg3 tav save me,my bg3 tav, save me my bg3 tav

[she-wolf09231982]

Chapter 3: Dirrty Adrian

Author Note: 18+ only, Mature Audience, Vigilante/Adrian Chase x Female, Y/N, Fluff, Detailed Smut, Consensual/Unprotected Sex, P/V, Cursing/Explicit Language, Military/Law Enforcement Terminology, Mentions of weaponry/Violence, Movie/TV show references, Italics signify flashbacks and character's thoughts.

Summary: You leave the bar with Adrian and the night leads you to his bedroom.

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Adrian paid the tab, and you walked out together. It was still early-ish so you decided to go for a walk around Evergreen. The sky was dark, revealing the twinkle of each star as a warm gentle fall breeze caressed your skin, while rustling Adrian’s dark wavy mess of hair. You strolled together in the pleasure of each other’s company laughing about things like which Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle you each related most to (which you both admitted to being most like Raphael mixed with some Michelangelo). Another controversial topic you covered was if there really was enough space for Jack on the door that Rose had used as a hasty makeshift life raft after the Titanic sank to its final resting place at the bottom of the ocean.

“Dude there was totally enough room for him! All they had to do was distribute their weight evenly on the door to stay afloat. Done.”

Adrian threw his hands up like his point was completely valid. Which he made a good argument.

You had your own theory, though.

“Ok, but unless they were able to distribute their weight while conserving body heat by cuddling together on that raft, I’m sure one or both would’ve died of hypothermia anyway. That would’ve been their best chance at survival theoretically.”

Adrian rolled it over in his mind drawing his eyebrows inward in thought.

“Makes sense.” He said nodding with an impressed smirk side eyeing you.

The remaining effects of the liquor from the bar still lingered in both your systems as you walked to the outskirts of town. Sidewalks turned into the path of the park. Streets then became the trail of the forest preserve as the pair of you kept walking savoring each other’s company. The stars became livelier the further you got from the town’s streetlights. There’s honestly nowhere either of you would rather be right now with a scene as comfortable as this.

You came upon a small clearing with few fallen trees giving you two a perfect place to sit. You plopped yourselves down next to each other. You feel Adrian’s hip and shoulder brushing against yours.

“How much did we drink? After all that walking, you’d think we’d sober up. Or maybe you’re drunk on being present in this whimsical scene with Adrian.” You thought to yourself.

Adrian lazily looks over at you as you stare up into the star speckled sky, admiring them as Adrian admires the view of you. “She is stunning.” He thought.

The moon light reflecting on your silhouette defined every curve of your body as you stretched backwards resting on your palms, head tilted back to take in the full view of the night sky. Your back arched and chest pushed out as you’re leaning back accentuating your already generously large breasts in your fitted t-shirt. Adrian studied your every outline, feeling the bulge in his jeans gradually rising. He tried to adjust himself without making it obvious, but subtlety isn’t Adrian’s forte.

You look over as Adrian stirs. You raise your eyebrow at him and chuckle, “You good?”

He looked at you with a hiccup, “Um, yeah, my butt’s falling asleep.”

You laughed. “Yeah? Seems like another one of your body parts is quite awake.”

You look down at his waist and admire the bulk that seems to be at its capacity in his jeans. You bite your lower lip, then look back at Adrian with bedroom eyes and an inebriated smile.

Adrian was mortified at first that you noticed, but a look of exhilaration washed over his face when he saw that you weren’t put off by his stiffness practically unzipping his pants from underneath. The corner of his mouth curled into a playful grin.

“So, it’s not weird that you can see how hard I am right now?” Adrian finally asked.

“Not at all. I’m flattered. It’s quite the compliment.” You winked at him. 

His smile widened, looking almost cynical. He continued, “Soooo does this mean game on?”

You spun yourself towards him and swung a leg over his lap, straddling yourself on top of his aching dick. You wrapped your legs around his waist, grinding into his swelling heat. The friction of his cock against your clothed entrance had you gushing wet in your panties already. Adrian groaned, grasping your hips guiding your snake like movements against his dick making it throb and pulsate. He wants out bad…

Adrian hissed pulling your face to his, your mouths clashed like lightening, one tongue exploring the other while panting into each other’s mouths. Your bodies pressed against one another, his arms around your mid drift, your arms around his neck. His strong, calloused hands clutching your hips pushing you down harder onto his clothed dick. You pull your lips away allowing your mouth to hover over his so you can feel his heavy breathing on yours, inhaling his growls into your slightly open smiling mouth as he stares eagerly into your eyes.

Adrian whispered, “…more…”

A heat wave surged through you. “So needy.” You breathed.

Adrian smirked playfully, looking up at you through his eyelashes.

“Maybe…” he replied as he bucked his hips up into you. “You wanna sleep over?” He finally asked.

“Sleep over?” You asked chuckling. “I don’t know, maybe I should ask my mom first.” You added with a teasing smile. You both laughed.

Adrian looked at you expectantly, “Well?”

“Oh, you’re serious?” You asked playing dumb.

His smile started to fade and his eyebrows creasing.

“Well yeah! It’s not a very comfortable place to fuck for the first time. I had a much better vision of how our first time would be.”

He looked off in the distance reimagining how he had planned his first time with you and how it would feel to plunge himself inside you in his bed…in his shower, on the couch, you bent over on his kitchen counter, pinned against any wall with your legs wrapped around him, you straddling him in the driver’s seat of his Sebring, then eventually anywhere he can get away with outdoors.

“You already had an idea of the first time we’d sleep together? You’ve been planning this for a while, huh?” You said interrupting his thoughts.

He looked at you shocked, “Why not? Look at you! How can any guy not see you and imagine it?” He said with a crooked smile but suddenly added while frowning, “But I’ll kill any guy that tries to. If I catch one even drooling over you I’d have to end him.”

A fever of lust raced through you. “He’s not kidding…” You thought to yourself.

The thought of someone ready to kill a guy for you for merely looking at you should’ve been alarming, but it was kind of sweet… in its own psychotic, unstable way. Adrian’s feelings are such pure and concentrated sensations. Although he claims he doesn’t have emotions like most people, doesn’t mean he didn’t feel.

A wave of calm blanketed you, and you pressed your lips on to Adrian’s interlocking a lengthy, gentle kiss.

You pull back, “Your place or mine?” You finally asked.

Adrian’s eyes widened as he beamed at you, “My place! It’s been ready for you for months!” He said excitedly. With your legs still wrapped around his waist, he firmly placed his hands under your thighs lifting you with ease to carry you out of the clearing back to his Vigilante-mobile.

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Adrain pulled up and parked in front of his house. He quickly exited the car to open your door for you and offered his hand to help you out.

You laugh, “What are you doing, nerd?”

“I’m trying to get you in my house! Come on!” He said impatiently with a Joker-like smile.

You shake your head and take his hand. He yanks you out of the car, but before you know it, he throws you over his shoulder effortlessly, and proceeds towards his front door.

You struggle to laugh because his shoulder is pressed into your gut. You prop yourself up using your hands against his back.

“Kind of primitive, isn’t it, Adrian?” You manage to say.

He unlocked his front door, and pushed it open with his foot then said, “Don’t care.”

“This fucking guy!” You thought amusingly to yourself. All you could do was laugh.

He walked through his dark home straight to his bedroom and flung you onto his bed. He removed his sweater and shirt before crawling over you in a ‘push-up’ position, his arms flexing on each side of you caging you beneath him. He remained like that, studying your every facial feature, smiling idly.

He lowered himself to his elbows, his bare, chiseled chest resting on your still clothed body. His rough hands started trailing up your arms, squeezing at your biceps, as he started to kiss your neck. You move your head to one side to expose more of your neck for him.

You began to pant heavier as Adrian routes his kisses downward towards the exposed areas of your shirt where there was visible cleavage. His kisses turning into biting as he got closer to your nipples. Over your shirt he playfully bites at each of your tits as his hands push them upward into his mouth. The heat from his breath and the tingling from the bites had you absolutely feral. You can feel the warm wetness coating your panties as his bites got harsher.

You look down at him, “You know, they taste better without all those layers of clothes on.”

Adrian stopped and looked up at you with wide eyes. He got to work.

He pushed himself up to his knees, propped you up.

“Arms up,” he ordered. He swiftly pulled your top off in one motion over your head.

You were at eye level with his chest and abs and took the opportunity to kiss this sculpted territory. You curl your fingers into his belt loops and yank him towards you and start suckling his ‘happy trail.’ Adrian groaned while his head fell backward feeling your lips and tongue making your way down to his pant line.

He put his hands on your shoulders and massaged them, unaware he was slightly thrusting into your face. Your hands went to work on undoing his jeans. He brought his head forward, and tried helping you get his jeans off as quickly as possible.

He projected himself backward onto his back curling his knees into his chest to remove his pants and boxers. The articles of clothing were tossed into the dimly lit oblivion then he kneeled on his bed in front of you…You gaped at this man in front of you.

His biceps and forearms…those shoulders; strong and toned.

His pecs: swelling as he inhaled…you’re almost positive you can see his heart pounding behind it.

That six pack: rippling and flexing as he panted for you.

His dick…generous, rock-hard, and pulsating a flushed red with all the blood that’s coursing into it as he held himself in his hand.

“His hands, though…” You thought to yourself.

Those powerful, deadly hands that were the cause of many demises of criminals’ lives. The hands that handled weapons as second nature, and clouted lawbreakers all over Evergreen, were about to be used to do unspeakable and erotic deeds to your body.

Adrian’s voice interrupted your trance, “Uh, are you ok with this?” He asked concerned.

You blink to snap out of it then look up at him through your lashes smiling, “Oh, I’m perfectly ok with it. Get over here.” You demanded.

Adrian smiled widely and slithered over to you. You unbuttoned your jeans as he whipped them off in one sweeping motion taking your panties along with them. He sat up kneeling onto his heels and hoisted you from your ass up onto his lap as you wrap your legs around his waist. He unfastened your bra with one snap of his fingers and there you were, your tits flush against his chest.

You feel his cock settle between your slick folds sliding up and down between them desperate to find the entrance. He’s kissing and licking your bare chest as you throw your head back grinding into his thrusts, both of you gasping and growling at each other. Every time he bucks into your folds he brushes your clit with the tip of his dick sending shock waves through your entire nervous system.

You look back at him, “…get in there.” You commanded.

He looked up at you, and without breaking eye contact, he uses his hand to direct the head of his cock into the opening of your slippery cunt. You groan as he slides right into you with little resistance.

Adrian closed his eyes and snarled when you slid all the way down his shaft, “Y/N…you… are SO tight…” He rested his forehead onto your chest and tried to catch his breathe.

You put both of your hands on each side of his face and positioned it upward so you can look into his starving jade green eyes,

“Keep your eyes on me, handsome. I don’t want you to miss a thing.”

You place a deep, tonguey kiss on him as he lowers you down onto your back with one arm holding you and the other hand holding himself up on the bed cradling you downward. You fall to the mattress without him slipping out of your drenched pussy.

He pulled back to gaze at you intensely and started to speed up his plunges into you. Not taking his eyes off yours, he rails into you harder, and deeper causing your titties to bounce upwards each time his hips slam into your thighs. He groped at them with one hand while still gliding in and out of your wet cunt and growled. He increased the intensity of his thrusts until you can hear the ‘slaps’ of his balls hitting your ass. 

“That’s what I like to hear.” You whispered to him.

“Fuck…” He snarled as he assailed faster into you vigorously without mercy.

You moaned, walking your fingers to his agape mouth, “…lick.” You ordered.

Looking into your eyes, he wrapped his mouth on your middle and fore finger sucking on them. You remove them from his mouth and bring them to your clit.

Adrian’s eyes widen, “Fuck yeah, play with yourself for me.”

You smile devilishly at him as you rub on yourself with quick circles as you roll your hips into his thrusts. You whimper as you feel your edging orgasm. Your pussy dripping onto Adrian’s comforter at this point as you clench yourself around him. He can feel you squeezing his cock intermittently, sensing your finish.

“Yeah, that’s my girl, get it. Cum for me.” Adrian was on a mission to make you explode. He secretly hoped you were a squirter because he never got to see that before.

“Harder, Adrian…Fuck me harder…fucking wreck me.” You begged.

 His bucking pace increased, slamming into you as he brought up one of your legs over his shoulder to get deeper inside you.

You let out a demonic growl, “Oh…my…fucking God, Adrian!”

He maintained his thrusts, “Yeah that’s right, fucking get it!”

He spanked your exposed ass cheek and that was it. You splurged onto his throbbing dick as he rides out your orgasm until he reaches his. One final slam into your cunt as he coats your walls with his spend. He holds himself there, panting. You can feel his dick twitch and pulsating inside you.

He made one more grab of your tit, kneading it then pinching your hardened nipple rolling the tip between his fingers before slowly pulling out of you, but as he does, a mixture of yours and his spend practically waterfall out of your entrance. Adrian took his middle and forefinger and guided the escaped cum back up your folds, sliding it back inside you.

He made eye contact with you followed by a devious grin, “This stays in there.” He whispered.

You grin back, “You are dirty, Adrian Allen Chase.”

You like it…a lot.

“This will definitely be happening again.” You decided.

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Chapter 1: Who’s the New Guy?

Chapter 2: Shenanigans & Saliva

Chapter 4: My Hero

Masterlist

[might-to-my-magic]

Asha uses all

Commissioned from Bonefyd

[maddie-jayne]

I just noticed that most of the famous ppl I love are British.

Taylor Swift so understands me, even though I'm not an American.

[spiegelgestalt]

Addendum 2: Rem

in the whole hot potato game between Subaru and Emilia of who gets to be the hero and who has to be the damsel Rem takes an interesting role:

She agrees to be the damsel in distress and invites Subaru to be her hero. (It's what makes Subarus heroic acts at the end of season 1 possible)

And she gets punished for it

Here's another truth in the hero/damsel in distress dichotomy: the damsel doesn't have to be a person to fuel the hero. And so after making one final speech how her hero will surely come to save her Rem becomes an object solely there to fuel Subarus determination. And how many stories have we heard who are similar?