#taika waititi x black!reader

[aveegrex]

TOJI FUSHIGURO THE GIGOLO

local dilf accepting all sorts of payment, line up to get your back blown this is part 1, part 2 and part 3 are in progress

genre: smut word count: 2,6k pairing: Toji x gn!reader (afab anatomy described, no gendered pronouns or adresses used) cw: sex work, tinder, sex toys, sex worker! Toji, netflix & chill, Taika Waititi is mentioned, kissing, choking (kinda), fingering (afab!receiving), oral (afab!receiving), pussy slapping, vaginal sex (mentioned), squirting (mentioned), overstimulation (mentioned), teasing, dommish Toji, male submission (mentioned), erotica magazines, mentions of evil superpowers (a well-known bank), alcohol consumption (teeny tiny and hinted)

author's note: this is inspired by a small talk I made with @diaphanoso the other day in their comment section. Emmy (I hope it's okay to address you like that, not sure since we're not exactly that familiar yet), you can think of it as a sort of adoration manifestation. Please check out their blog, it's awesome.

Also, I initially wanted to make a oneshot, but it got so big that now I'm thinking a two-parter? a three-parter? This theme is a horn (hehe) of plenty, so I'll put up a part two to that in no time. Enjoy!!

Are you ready to get your expectations a little subverted? 

Not too much though. You would expect him to be a freelance whatever. Anything at this point, a hot single father trying to make ends meet. If that means being paid for his dick magic (sadly, the only type of magic where he surpassed all of his family), then so be it. 

But would you expect him to be so thoughtful about it? So planned out? So rigorous? 

Oh, absolutely not. 

No, imagining Toji Fushiguro the gigolo probably leads you to picturing him improvising the hell out of the process, going with the flow. You would expect something exprompted and made up on the way. 

Not a fucking subscription service. Not some goddamn mood packages. 

Just reading through descriptions on his little makeshift website was enough to have you rubbing your thighs together, looking around shyly since you were careless enough to click the link during your lunch break. “Daddy dom night” and a picture of his sweatpants-clad crotch in the background, two lubed up fingers curved in all too familiar motion in focus. “Netflix and chill” and it’s him in his white semi-transparent boxers on the couch, soda can in his left hand just so happening to be placed right for you to assess how big of a chill awaits. 

This fucker even had a “Subby hubby” deal, his back arched perfectly to draw attention to the oiled up ass, him wearing nothing but collar and a g-string that revealed a black plug. Of course, this one came with premium pricing.

The options presented were honestly enough to supply the Playgirl for months to come. He could sell those alone and make a bank that would leave Goldman Sachs pulling their scarce hair out. But Toji Fushiguro was a dedicated man, and you could only be grateful. 

You never before felt the need to seek out sex-workers, but a few things coincided. Your career took off, leaving little time for building a meaningful relationship. Your last several tinder dates leading up to frustration and absolute dissatisfaction - so bad that you deleted the damned app and resorted to the local sex shop, several well used items now charging on your bedside table. 

The surface tension was broken when you whined to your friend that sadly no toy could choke you right and shove a skillful tongue down your throat. Said friend - you made sure to change the contact name to “fairy godmother” that night - silently sent you a link that you so carelessly clicked on after getting your lunch break coffee. 

“Fuck it”, you thought. Tinder is unrewarding, toys can only be so good, and your little patience was running dangerously thin. Netflix and chill it is. Let’s see what scenario you’re getting. 

So here you are, sat on your sofa, freshly showered and a little tipsy (just for courage) on the weekend night, scrolling mindlessly through hundreds of movies to decide which one would suit better. 

“Will he wear a condom?”, your mind riling you up with arousal and anxieties. “Of course he will, he’s not from Tinder”, your buzzing excitement responding to ease you into welcoming home the man that inhabited your dreams for the last few days. He was smart to put up those pictures. You couldn’t get a single one out of your mind, the small satisfyer lying abused in your drawer serving as a witness. 

The intercom clings, yanking you out of your thoughts. Movie choice abandoned, you tiptoe to the door, checking yourself out in the mirror one last time. “Hey, it’s your date” - a raspy voice sending shivers down your spine even through the shitty speaker, and you buzz him in. 

“You’re on time” - you gasp after ogling at the man for a solid minute, letting him in hesitantly. He smiles at that, sensing your nervousness and plants a slow chaste kiss to your flushed cheek. “I wouldn’t dare to be late to you”. 

“Lead the way. - he’s towering over you, solid 6 and something feet of muscle and musk, taking up all the space in your tiny entryway. - To the kitchen, actually. I got snacks”

Oh, right. Snacks. It’s netflix and chill, you remember. And a small detail comes to mind, the one that sold that option to you in the first place. “First time friendly”. So far he stays true to the advertisement, taking the lead in this awkward setting. 

You turn to the little kitchenette in the corner of your living room and he snakes his hand around your waist, raspy voice once again bombarding your neck with shivers. “Please, take a breath. - you feel a light squeeze of his huge palm, minty breath breaking through his woody cologne. - I won’t bite unless you tell me to”

“Yeah, sorry. - you breathe out, a nervous giggle tugging on your lips. - I’ve never done it before”

“Nothing to worry about, pretty” - he sets the bag on your narrow counter and fishes out some basic stuff, chips and whatnot. A soda can catches your eye, the same one you’ve ogled at when visiting his website, and he notices your attention, letting out a chuckle. “Thought it’d be a nice touch”

“It is” - you finally look at his face and your thighs clench uncontrollably. He’s otherworldly, his dark hair casting a shadow over his glimmering eyes and lips tugged in a seductive grin churning the arousal in your stomach faster. “What do you wanna watch?”

He glances up, hands stilling mid opening a bag of chips. “Do you like, hmm, - he bites his lip and you notice a thin pale scar at the corner, - you’re feeling horror or comedy?”

“Ooohh, comedy, I think. - you avert your eyes much to his amusement, fisting your oversize shirt. - I can only take so much rollercoasters per night”

“Understandable. - damn, when did he set the whole snack tray up? - How about ‘What we do in the shadows’? The movie, I mean, haven’t started the show yet”

Your eyes blow wide, the unexpected title taking you aback. “I’ve expected more Justin and Mila out of you, to be honest” - he shakes his head at that, raising both hands in mock defeat. 

“Yours truly just had to slip a little horror in, sweetheart. - he sets the tray on the little coffee table and comes back to you, both hands landing a little lower your waist this time. - Besides, it’s a good one!”

“Yeah, it-” - he shushes you with a kiss, pulling you into his chest and you only now realize how relaxed you’ve gotten, nervousness giving way to pleasant excitement building up your body. He’s kissing you slowly, no pressure or vigor just yet, simple introduction, light and undemanding. It’s soft, and his hands move just right to ease you into deepening the kiss, making it wetter, more explicit. He hoists you up, large palms gripping under your thighs, and brings you both to the couch like you weigh nothing, like he would strain more holding a cup of tea. “Ready to start?”, he breaks the kiss to whisper and you see the remote in his hand, but his eyes tell you he’s not only talking about the movie. 

“Ye-yeah. - you’re trying to escape his lap and plop down, only for him to stop you. - It’s not really comfortable for you like that, I’m-”

“It’s perfect. - his lips ghosting over your neck. - A breath, remember? Take it”

Oh, he’s good. Too good, but that’s the problem for future you. Present you just shuffles a little and settles down onto the sweatpant clad lap with a muscly hand wrapped around your middle. He gives your cheek another kiss and you smile, eyes darting to the screen where Taika is already playing with curtains. 

Anxieties give way to comfort, and soon you almost forget he’s here to please you in another sort of way. He’s gentle and sweet, and so so warm, heat radiating off his strong body, making you shuffle closer and closer into his chest. Soft lips ghost over the shell of your ear, his playful comments eliciting little laughs from you, and his hands sit at just the right places - your thighs, your waist, your neck. 

“Feeling good? - he whispers, hand crawling up your leg to tease the hem of your shirt. - You seem cozy”

“Yeah. - you turn your head to him, eyes lingering on his lips before you spare them a prolonged kiss, your fingers finding their way to his hair. - Yeah, it’s all good”

Toji smiles at that, a soft groan rumbling in his chest under your touch, and you lean into him, trying to straddle his lap only for him to stop you. “No, no, sweetheart. - he tsks, lidded eyes studying your flushed face. - Keep on watching. I’ll need you to tell me the plot later”

You whine, turning back to the screen. Is he not going to fuck you? Is this gigolo really the first ever guy to take netflix and chill literally? He, of all people? It’s like he knows you’re pouting, and you feel his lips trailing down your neck, suckling on the soft skin. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’re getting to the good part, alright?”

You’re about to snap only to barely hold in a moan as his fingers brush against your crotch, no pressure applied, just ghosting over your neglected core. He huffs, and you freeze as it dawns on you what he’s having in mind, a new wave of arousal pooling in you.

“Open up for me, okay? - his hot breath now on the top of your back, soft lips grazing the skin and you shiver, quick to oblige and pull your thighs open. - That’s it, very good”

He’s still painfully slow, thick fingers tapping playfully on your panty-clad pussy, lips dancing over your neck and back. It’s a lot and not enough at the same time, but you can’t help but give in to his ministrations, curious as to what’s coming next. 

Toji shifts a little and you gasp, feeling how quickly he’s getting hard, and how true the promo picture was. He’s grinding into you, hand now diving into your panties, warm fingers gliding over the slicked up folds. Up and down, slowly milking you of more and more juice, and you start following his rhythm in search of more friction. 

“Naughty slut” - he hisses, hand gliding out of your underwear. You’re about to whine again, but it gets stuck in your throat as he slaps your pussy, grabbing it harshly to still you in place. “Maybe I should stop? Let you just get yourself off on your own? Is that what you want?”

“N-no, please, - you’re trying to focus on stilling yourself. - I-, I’ll stay put”

“Good. - another slap, this time a softer one, and he’s diving back in, whistling briefly at how much more slick his little threat has produced. - So wet for me already, wow”

You sniffle, cheeks burning with anticipation, his sweet teasing turning the TV into white noise. His other hand leaves your waist and lands on your throat, making you gasp at how fucking huge it is compared to your neck. Toji’s timing is as precise as it gets, his fingertips now ghosting over your puffy clit, teasing your entrance only to pull back the moment your hips stutter. “Ready for more, hm?”, and you nod, your cunt drooling through his sweatpants. 

“Fuck, that’s it, relax for me, yeah? - you bite your lip as his fingers dive in. - Aat’s right, let me in, good”

The stretch is barely there, but they’re so long, finding your sweet spot immediately, curving just right to have your thighs quiver in seconds. He’s not choking you, only holding you still to fuck his digits so deliciously deep inside, pace switching up from slow and torturing to goddamn relentless over and over again. Squelching sounds now fill up the room, and you feel his hot breath getting faster, ghosting over your back, your body buzzing with pleasure. 

“Wanna taste you so bad, god” - he’s hissing into your ear and you nod, rocking on his hand one last time before he falls to his knees and rips your panties off, diving head first into your dripping cunt. His mouth is everywhere, tongue drawing precise circles on your clit, lips enveloping your labia to bathe it in his drool, adding to the already abundant slick. He’s growling, the vibrations making your toes curl and your lashes flutter with how fast he’s driving you to your release. 

Your fingers find purchase in his hair, twisting his locks uncontrollably when his tongue makes a particularly skillful swirl on your clit, and he’s groaning again, swollen lips suckling yours in his mouth. You’re so wet you almost miss the moment when two of his fingers dive back inside of you, your eyes blowing wide and a moan of surprise falling from your mouth as he hits that spot again with sniper’s precision, your thighs clamping around his head, hips grinding on his face uncontrollably. 

Now you know why he’s got that subscription option. No way you’d ever again be satisfied by any other man’s mouth, oh no. This bastard, this devil, this fucker Toji somehow already knows exactly what pressure to apply, what figures to draw with his tongue, what angle to curve his fingers. He’s lapping at your folds, tip of the tongue hitting your swollen clit again and again and again to make you lose your voice chanting his name like a prayer. 

Just as you’re about to tip off the edge, he’s pulling off, making you whine and look at his disheveled state. Lips raw, scarlet like a letter, hair messy, your juices smeared across his cheeks and nose, and he’s heaving, hungry eyes watching you like a hawk. He grips your thighs firmly, mouth millimeters away from your heated core, and his voice drops down even more, predatory and commanding. “Now, sweetheart. - he makes sure you’re listening. - Now, you’re gonna cream on my face like a sweet pea you are, okay?”

He pauses, and your hazy mind isn’t very quick to process he’s waiting for a sign of understanding from you. You huff, nodding, thighs still quivering in his iron grip, his breath teasing your exposed sex. 

“Good. Then, I’m gonna take that fucking shirt off of you, have them knees touch these shoulders, and have you cream agai- Hey! - he notices your dizziness and slaps your cunt again, a swear leaving his breath. - Focus, baby, need you to listen close, ‘kay?”

 You sniffle and nod again, pussy clenching around nothing under his heavy breath. “Then, this little cunt gonna get a little kiss, and milk my cock again, right? - you’re quick to mutter a small ‘yes’ this time, earning a praising kiss to the thigh. - And it’s gonna milk me again and again and again until I see a fucking fountain splashing over me, yeah? Understood?”

“Un-understood” - you cry out, pouting of his mouth’s absence. “Atta slut, very well” - he grins, fingers sliding back inside, and spits luxuriously on your sex, diving straight in. He’s even more eager now, your moans and cries resonating off the walls, his ragged breath adding to the stimulation as he tongue-fucks your clit. Toji’s fingers rub so deliciously inside you, hitting that spot with killer pace, and a choked sob gets stuck in your throat as your thighs threaten to crush his skull, bliss jolting all over your body, shaking you on the damn sofa. He’s driving you through your orgasm, eliciting every last drop out of you, and only pulls away after, abused mouth widening in a grin. 

“Now, baby. - his clothes falling to the floor and your eyes blowing wide once again, the girthy heavy cock coming into your line of sight, the rustle of a condom wrapper making you gulp. - Legs up, yeah? Need to make you cum the proper way”.

MDNI, reblogs and comments are thirsted over, never knew Toji would get me so riled up but here we are

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[writeshite]

I'm sorry if I'm requesting a lot 🙈 but can you do a Thor x Black Male Reader? Reader is a new intern at Stark industries and is super shy and he meets the infamous God Of Thunder and Thor is just super flirty?

Lord Have Mercy

Summary:

Thor Odinson. How does one encapsulate the majesty that is Thor Odinson? Some had called him handsome, others a dream hunk; personally, you’d call him that and more. And flirty. You’d also call him flirty, very, very flirty. 

Pairings:

Thor Odinson x Black Male!Reader

Tags:

Intern Reader | Flirty Thor | Shy Reader

Words: 1019

Author's Note:

Before we begin, let's all take a moment to thank Taika Waititi for the Taikafication of Thor, because that was without a doubt one of the best things to happen to the MCU. And there is no such thing as over requesting.

Thor Odinson. How does one encapsulate the majesty that is Thor Odinson? You’d heard many people talk about him, more so once you joined Stark Industries - the general work populace seemed to have some form of interaction with him one way or another. Some had called him handsome, others a dream hunk; personally, you’d call him that and more. And flirty. You’d also call him flirty, very, very flirty. 

He’d arrived looking for Tony, and you’d been the first person he saw, so obviously, you agreed to show him where Tony might be. The elevator had seemed like a good idea, but now standing so close to him - not that you had to, the god didn’t seem to have a grasp on personal space - you regretted not chancing the stairs. 

“You appear nervous.”

You turned to him, hands fumbling in front of you, “Me? No, I’m not nervous.”

“Are you sure?” He asked you, taking one of your hands in his; he moved it towards himself, placing a kiss on it, his eyes locked on yours, “I’d be more than happy to help settle any nerves you may be having.”

The familiar ding of the elevator sounded, and Thor winked; he exited the elevator with a slight laugh; you watched him, hand still in the air. That was not the only encounter you had with Thor; no, sometime later in one of the printing rooms, he stumbled across you. Stumble is a generous word; he more or less found you, then plastered himself by your side and watched as you performed one of the most tedious jobs imaginable. “This isn’t exactly the most entertaining thing in the world, you know?”

“All the more reason for me to be here,” Thor responded, “Who else shall take the task of basking in your beauty?”

You tried to concentrate on your task, but Thor’s words and cheeky smile made you pause and laugh a little. “Oh, I’m not–I mean–really, I’m just—”

He tilted his head, “Breathtaking? Gorgeous? Forgive me for coming so quickly to such conclusions, but one does not come across a being as stunning as yourself every so often,” he stated bluntly.

If you weren’t shocked before, you were now; Thor remained resolute with his words; he looked ready to say more but didn’t as he was called away, parting from you with a smile. You returned to your desk with prep in your step; not long after you were graced with the god’s presence again, he stole a chair from elsewhere, turning it around to settle his arms and head on the backrest. He placed his hammer beside him and swung his legs as he made idle chatter with you. “How does it feel to be so handsome?”

You chuckled, “You already used that one.”

“Did I? Maybe I need a kiss to jog my memory.”

You bit your lip, scratching the back of your neck; you glanced away from him to try and form some kind of response. Thor took one of your hands from you before you could cover your face again, his thumb rubbing circles as he gazed into your eyes again. “Thor–”

“A moment, I’m lost in your eyes.”

You blinked, then blinked again when he winked, “You can’t just say things like that.”

“Why not?”

“We–Well, because I don’t know how to respond,” you remarked. Thor chuckled, “I’m serious, now shoo, I have work to do,” you told him, as sternly as you could, half a smile on your face, “go on then! Shoo!” He pouted, and you sighed, “Ok, just let me do this, and I'll see you at lunch in a few hours, ok?” He perked up, nodding enthusiastically, and he rushed off to the merry laughter and curious glances of your coworkers around. When lunch came around, Thor awaited you outside Stark Industries, his arm held out for you. 

“So, where to my sweet prince?” Thor asked.

“Oh, well…I’m not too sure…what do you like to eat?” 

Thor shrugged, “I am most familiar with shawarma, although I wouldn’t mind a taste of you for lunch.” Thank goodness Thor had you in his arms because those words caught you by surprise; you tripped - quite gracefully - and nearly fell on your face. Amused by your reaction, Thor carried on, “Unless, of course, you’d instead save yourself for dessert, I wouldn’t mind either way.”

“Thor!”

“If you’d like me to be silent, I only ask for a kiss,” he told you.

“Even if I kissed you, you wouldn’t stop.”

“True, but at least then I’d have tasted the nectar of the gods.” At this point, he’d moved you both away to somewhere slightly secluded, his hand titled your chin upwards, “If you are displeased with the idea, I won’t coerce you into it; otherwise, I’d very much like to feel the sweet touch of your lips.” You meekly nodded. 

Thor gently took your face in his hands, pulling you close; he stroked your cheeks; there was almost a moment of hesitation, then he moved forward, his lips connected to yours, and your hands went to pull him closer as your senses narrowed down to just him. Your arms settled around his shoulders and neck, his hands traveled to your waist, and soon enough, there was barely any space between the two of you. You broke apart from him when you felt something wet fall on your head, the weather had changed, a light drizzle had begun, and Thor’s proud little smile was enough to tell you why.

“Really?” You laughed, “All that for a kiss?”

Thor pecked you lightly, “I told you, the nectar of the gods.” He moved close to your ear, “If you think that impressive, you should see what I can do in far more intimate situations.” He whispered, pecking your neck and squeezing your waist; he grinned when you gasped in response. “Off to lunch then?” He sidetracked, pulling you along as you grinned from ear to ear, butterflies in your stomach, and tried very hard not to think too hard about what Thor and in far more intimate situations.

End Note:

I low-key wish I could talk to people I liked half as well as I write flirty shit like this. Like damn, if only I was this smooth. Stay Hydrated.

#thor x male reader #thor x reader #thor x black!male reader #male reader #marvel imagine #shiterequests #thor x black!reader #shy reader #thor odinson x male reader

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Lap Dance

Warning: 18 + Only, hand job, lap dance and sex

Note: This is my late entry for @fineanddandy 's 1k challenge

Summery: Taika lays low and takes a night off from directing.

Taika x Reader

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The club was a buzz. Everyone in town was excited about the movie being filmed in the city. Why they chose this random piece of earth you weren't sure, but every strip club did their best to lure the cast and crew to their club.

A lister's getting paparazzi pics outside their club meant good business for at least a week. You scoffed at Ricky when he told you be ready. This club was not in anyway getting that caliber of clientele.

The old heads that ran the club were not up on social media trends enough to know that the bodies in this club wouldn't be bringing in the likes of them.

You didn't mind too much as they waved their dancer fees. Allowing you to come in late and run rick shaw around the club.

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While on stage you noticed someone in the corner. He waved off the other girls and you squinted as you wondered why. Most of the men here weren't picky. A little attention and they almost thought you were in a relationship.

Finally off stage you were bored. Looking around the not so inconspicuous stranger still sat in his spot.

"So.. bad day huh?" you question the hooded stranger. Flopping down next to him you whistled loudly catching the attention of a waitress. "Two -" you looked at his drink "Lite's on his tab" she nodded in understanding before turning back to another patron. "So come here often" you joked. You didn't care if he left. You didn't mind if he got mad. Broc was within ear shot and would step in if you gave the signal. The customer tipped his brim lower, trying to act as if you weren't there. But you were bored, so you fucked with him. Ricky hated that. You had several complaints about fucking with people. And even one refund which you were personally proud of.

"So what's a pretty thing like you doing in a club like this?" You teased. He scoffed and you bit back a laugh of your own. "Oh come on honey smile." You joked as he ignored you and took a sip as the waitress approached.

Taking your beer from her you took a big swig of the foamy brew. "Look honey I'm bored and I don't want to make my rounds." You motioned to the half empty club. "So you tell me what girl you like and I'll bring her here. Or you get me drunk until you have to go back to your -" you hesitated as you tried to look at his ring finger. "Girlfriend?" You said unsure of yourself.

When he looked at you, you smirked at him. "I didn't know that you, women, were so aggressive in the states." His accent through you off. You were used to accents, but this one was like the ones you saw on t.v.

You placed your elbows on the table and stared him down. He looked like he was from these parts, but that accent told you other wise. And then it hit you, your eyes could not hide the surprise.

He smirked taking another sip as you whipped your head around. Looking at everyone on the floor slack jawed that they hadn't figured it out before you.

"So you figured me out then?" Taika asked almost cocky.

"Hey dude I'm chill. I will leave you alone. Sorry I was just bored." You made a move to leave when his hand signaled you to stop.

You shifted sitting towards him. "You know if they know your here you will get all the bells and whistles." You cocked a brow right back at him.

"Naw I'm alright here with you."

You recognized that look. You weren't one to fraternize with guest, but he had this chill vibe that flowed with your own.

'Welcome to the jungle' played in the background as he stared you down. You stood and he followed your movements. "You don't have to do that"

"Well if I don't. I'm gonna get chewed out by management " you sarcastically shrugged. "Can only sit and chit chat for so long before I have to move around." With your hip you pushed the table back. He gave a nervous giggle and leaned back in the booth.

It was a lie, you were just feeling frisky. You straddled him and through your g-string you felt him immediately. You stared him boldly in the eye. "Well I guess I like you too?" you smirked down at him. Looking over your shoulder you made sure the floor managers were far away before you got too cocky. Lifting off his lap slightly your hands went to his zipper.

Taika stared up at you in shock. "You look so cute like that" his lower jaw started to slack as you began stroking him through his zipper. He looked around nervously, biting his lip as he contemplated if he should stop you.

"What's the matter? Scared your gonna get in trouble if you touch me? Hmm" you teased.

You pulled your breast free with your other hand as you continued to stroke him. He wet his lip with his tongue watching you hungrily.

Leaning forward, you wrapped your arms around his neck as you nuzzled into his ear. "You want to give them a show or go somewhere more private" you purred.

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Taika was hesitant when you pulled him toward the private room. He took the seat before the stage as you locked the door. The main floors music flooded into the room while the red neon lights illuminated the room.

You walked up behind Taika. He waited patiently for you to get up on the half stage, instead you threaded your fingers through his salt and pepper hair. Gripping it you yanked his head back harshly, smirking down at him as he hissed and looked up at you.

You released him, walking around tweaking your nipples before his hungry eyes. He flattened his palms on his lap, mindlessly rubbing his jeans as you lowered on your haunches.

You reached and took his wrist, guiding his hands to your breasts, keeping your eyes locked on his. Taika cursed under his breath as he palmed you.

He enjoyed himself while you leaned in and unfastened his belt and took him out once more. "You're such a bad girl" he smirked down at you. Taika felt big when you played with him earlier, but pulling him out was a sight to see.

"Don't be shy now" he taunted, helping you up onto his lap.

You hadn't realized you were wet until his tip swirled around your juices. Taika's mouth found your breast, sucking and licking around as he pressed against your folds. You bit your lip as he angled up with your cunt.

You gasped suddenly when he pushed you down. Taika held you down to enjoy the look on your face.

"Not so cocky with my cock stuffed in your tight little cunt" he grunted.

"Shit" you cursed as you gripped his shirt.

"Fuck I might have to take you home with me." He confessed as he rocked your hips. "I don't think I ever want to leave this."

You leaned in to kiss him to hide your moans. You didn't want the guard at the door to know you were getting your brains fucked out by a client.

He swallowed every moan and mewl as you bounced on his cock. "Fuck I'm not goin ta last long in this tight cunt" he growled pulling back to look at you. You smiled cocky, playing with your breast as he admired you.

Taika took control of your hips, forcing you to ride him harder. He was making it hard to keep things a secret. You felt your walls tremble signaling the end was near. And you could tell by the way he manipulated your body he was almost there too.

"Taika! Shit! Fuck!" You shouted unable to contain yourself any longer. Coming around his cock harder than you had ever come in a while.

Taika held you down on his lap tightly and you felt his warm seed paint your walls. "Fuck!" He chanted.

Through the haze of your climax you stared at him deeply smiling at him with your arms wrapped around his neck. "Fuck. your coming home with me. I hope you have your passport."

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[imagines4thepeeps]

Guys!! Rosie Betzler x reader requests are open. Please send some requests!!! I’m so sad at how few there are!

#rosie betzler #Rosie Betzler x reader #Scarlett Johansson #black widow #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #taika waititi #jojo rabbit

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#chris hemsworth #thor #tom hiddleston #loki #marvel #tom holland #robert downey jr #peter parker #spiderman #iron dad #bruce banner #men in black #thor x reader #loki x reader #bunny #thor ragnarok #tessa thompson #taika waititi

[writing--whore]

Taika x reader idea of the reader seeing him in the leather costume as Blackbeard? 🤷🏻‍♀️

Full of Surprises

Pairing: Taika Waititi x reader

Summary: Visiting your boyfriend on set, you're overwhelmed by what his leather outfit does to you and you find yourself enwrapped in a Blackbeard roleplay.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: fingering, rough sex, choking, daddy kink, bratty reader, overstimulation

A/N: Hehehehe I loved this idea, anon. I'm so sorry if you wanted something more SFW or less kinky 😅 I really hope you enjoy it. Also, ik his gloves are fingerless but let's pretend they aren't.

You’d been too busy to visit Taika during the first few days of shooting but today was his first day of acting as Blackbeard and you managed to find some spare time to surprise him. You walked up to his dressing room with a packed lunch in your hand. You knew the set was well stocked with food, but you wanted to make the effort to bring him something special.

You knocked at the door.

“Come in.”

You almost dropped the lunch bag when you saw him. He was sat at his dresser, adjusting the straps of his leather jacket.

He looked so different, with his long hair and fake beard. Not to mention he was covered in leather from head to toe. Your first and only thought was ‘daddy’.

His eyes lit up when he saw it was you and he instantly jumped out of his chair to rush over and hug you. As his strong arms encircled you, you were surrounded by the smell of leather, and it brought a shiver out of you.

Pulling away, he asked, “Are you okay, love?”

You nodded slowly, mischief in your eyes, still not able to get over how good he looked in leather. Perhaps you might never get over it. You hoped you wouldn’t.

“You like the outfit?” He chuckled.

He knew exactly what he was doing. Every time you’d gone shopping together, you tried to steer him towards buying a leather jacket. But he had never taken the bait. Until now.

“Yes…” You could hardly contain yourself. “Yes, I like the outfit.”

In one swift swoop, he picked you up by the waist and carried you to his seat then brought you down, so you were straddling his lap. His leather-gloved hands slipped beneath your shirt to soothe up and down your waist.  

He asked, “Want to show me how much you enjoy the outfit?”

Instantly, you were delving your lips to meet his. The odd tickly sensation of the beard made you giggle into the kiss. It was so uncannily real. Your small hands came to grasp either side of his face as you kissed him harder. Taika slipped his tongue into your mouth, and you fought him for dominance for a second before giving up and allowing him full access to your mouth.

You were unsure of how far to take things. This show meant a lot to him, and you weren’t sure if he would be happy with you corrupting his outfit and dressing room. Plus, he would surely be due on set soon. But you could feel his hardness growing beneath you and you didn’t think you could stop even if you wanted to.

Without thinking, you reached between your bodies to un-zip his trousers. He responded by grabbing your waist once more and sat you down on his dressing table where he could have easier access to you.

His leather trousers bunched around his thighs. He pushed his boxers down along with them and his dick sprang to attention, thick and veiny.

As he stood there, towering above you, he looked exactly as you’d imagined Blackbeard to. You’d read through the screenplays, and you had to admit you were attracted to the character.

“I wonder how Blackbeard has sex.” You suggested coyly.

There was a raise of an eyebrow and then his whole demeanour changed. The usual kindness disappeared from his eyes, leaving behind pools of black. Your heart fluttered as adrenaline pooled through you. Oh, how blessed you were to be dating an actor.

“Perhaps something like this.” He replied - voice turning gruff.

Quick enough to make you gasp, he pushed a hand against your shoulder, pinning you back against the wall. His other hand worked to separate your legs as he stepped between them.

He yanked your underwear down and slowly started to tease up and down your slit with his leather clad fingers. Your whole body stiffened with the immense pleasure of that small touch. You were left entirely trapped by the weight of his cold eyes that stared down at you as if you were just a plaything. You weren’t sure how to respond other than by staring at him like an overwhelmed deer.

His fingers began to tease your entrance and you made a small whine that made him smirk. You’d never seen such sadistic glee dance about his eyes before and you were so excited to find out what else was new. Without warning, his two fingers pushed all the way inside of you. You groaned, already clenching around him.

His thrusts were tantalisingly slow, and his fingers easily slid in and out of you, already so wet from seeing him in this outfit. He crooked his fingers and you let out a throaty groan. His fingers paused, pressing hard against your cervix, causing your legs to twitch. He left you hanging there, overwhelmed by the sensation yet desperately needing more. You tried to buck your hips but could barely get any movement since you were pinned to the wall. You’d never seen him this cruel before. You needed more.

From somewhere deep inside yourself, you managed to dig out your inner brat. “You know, you’re not as scary as they say you are.”

That flipped something in him.

He pulled his fingers out and grabbed you once again, slamming you down onto the table on your back. His hand grabbed your throat, enough to cut off a small amount of your air supply. Your eyes went wide.

“You’re going to regret saying that.”

He slammed his cock into you, and you let out a loud moan that you’re sure must have been heard on set. He set a brutal pace, the table creaking as he knocked into you.

“Do you know how many people I’ve killed? What makes you think I wouldn’t do the same to you?”

Your vagina fluttered around his cock at that remark. You were certainly discovering new things about yourself today… You’d have to analyse that later.

“Because I’m such a good girl for you.” You spoke, voice strained from the pressure he was putting on your throat.

“Is that so?”

His pace did not let up. He kept snapping his hips into you with a maddening fury, his stamina driven by the visage of how beautiful you looked taking his cock.

“Yes, daddy.”

He chuckled at you calling him that. “Let’s see how much of a good girl you can be.”

By some divine power, his thrusts grew even harder and deeper. His fingers tightened around your throat and his thumb started to rub your clit. It was too much; you’d never felt so stimulated in your life. Your skin was on fire with pleasure and your legs started to spasm. You could feel your orgasm building painfully in your abdomen.

“Too much… too much...” You managed to say with your final breaths.  

Completely ignoring your pleas, he shook his head. “Take it like the good girl you are.”

It was so overwhelming; you weren’t sure if you would survive this. His hand around your throat felt so incredible. It sent a rush of adrenaline and endorphins through your system that had you curling your toes. You felt yourself at the brink of consciousness, but you trusted Taika to know what he was doing. And his thumb worked your clit so roughly you thought you might die from the thunderbolts of pleasure it sparked. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head; whether it was from the lack of oxygen or the intense pleasure, you weren’t sure.

You didn’t think you could take anymore but his next few savage thrusts were expertly aimed at your g-spot and you literally screamed out at each one until your orgasm finally wracked through your body.

His hand released from your throat, and you drew some gasping breaths as he gave a few more shuddering thrusts, chasing his own orgasm. You collapsed on the dresser, completely spent as he finally came inside of you, the feeling of it causing another convulsion.

Before you knew it, his arms were around you and he was back in his chair with you in his lap.

You completely melted into him, your body like jelly and your head foggy with bliss. He rubbed your back in long soothing strokes as you both held each other in a calming silence.

“That was… new.” You commented.

“Shit, sorry yeah, I hadn’t really planned on going that hard on you. Are you okay?”

You nodded into his chest. “That was the best orgasm I’ve had in a while.”

For as much as laying in his leathery arms was absolute euphoria, you peeled away from him. You’d already stolen enough of his time.

You had to steady yourself as you stood up, knees weak from that brutal fucking.

In complete contrast to his roleplay persona, he kissed your cheek and spoke, “Have a good day, my love.”

“You too. Oh, and when you wrap up filming, make sure you bring that outfit home.”

#blackbeard x reader #taika waititi x reader #ofmd #blackbeard #taika waititi

[limenysnocket]

Salsa Lessons

Summary: Let's take a break... to go on vacation. Since Taika is a snowflake and can't handle the cold, take a trip down south to Puerto Rico!

Pairing: Taika Waititi x Reader

Warnings: SMUT-- oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, dom Taika, a little bit of degradation, swearing, alcohol, (slight) public sex. 18+ ;)

A/N: One last baecation before I disappear again, and I know this'll be good. I KNOW THIS IS LATE. Like... late LATE. Forgive me.

@honorarytenenbaum @olyvoyl @whatwememeintheshadows @mrtommyshelby @dandywaititi

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"MY FACE IS ON FIRE!" Taika was panting and fanning his burning cheeks. The moms running the stand you both went to were cackling at him.

It had been a day since you both landed in Puerto Rico, and after sleeping off the jet lag and trying some of the fine dining, the first thing to do was explore the city, San Juan, from start to finish. Coincidentally, you both walked right into the outdoor market area, where fresh produce was being bought and sold everywhere. That's when Taika, the jackass, got ballsy and decided to try a pepper from one of the stands. He had been warned.

Oh well... guess you can see how that went.

To make up for the commotion caused, you bought a pineapple and a papaya from the same stand, as well as a couple of exquisitely bottled cokes. Taika was consoled, given a bit of coconut milk, and sent right back down the boardwalk. That was the first and last time he tried a freebie from a pepper stand. He was complaining about how his tongue felt (you would have thought that might make him get a little quieter and talk less), and he didn't stop until half of his bottled soda was gone. He sort of forgot about the pain after that and started looking for souvenirs.

You began your walk with him at eight in the morning, sharp. It was near noon by the time you were finished, and Taika had two big bags of fruits and veggies, exotic jewelry, tour maps, and trinkets. You were starving, and, more than once, tried to steal a kiwi from his bags but he would always manage to catch you and slap your hand away.

"They're for later!" He'd say that or make up a different excuse each time.

Taika wasn't neglectful of your hunger, in the end. He took you to a nearby restaurant after doing some searching on his phone and dropping the bags off back at the hotel room.

The restaurant was quaint, but vibrant at the same time. There were colors, dancers, and live music played on a little wooden stage just meters away. Ordering was fine, but it took some time for Taika.

"I've never seen so many things with pineapple in it! And it's not pizza, so it's bound to be good!" He seemed so excited for the food. It made you happy, but you eventually had to pick for him since the waiter was getting tired of actually having to wait.

"I have something special planned for tonight!" Taika exclaimed, the alcoholic drink of his choice being waved around in his hand. You were already reaching for the napkins, afraid he was going to spill something.

So now he tells you...

"Should I be concerned?" your first question came out with ease.

"Honey, if it's anything with me, you should always be concerned," he was smug, but the look on your face told him he needed to fix his wording. "BUT! Uhm... No, no you shouldn't be concerned about where I'm taking you. It's going to be a blast, I promise!"

"Better not be lying, Taik," you warned, and he just started to grin. That made you nervous, but you put the feeling on hold when the food came out.

Two bowls of Asopao de Pollo were placed in front of you and Taika, and they were devoured briefly in the span of thirty minutes. Extra time was added because Taika decided to add hot sauce to his. 'It's to add a kick,' he said. Yeah, whatever.

The rest of the afternoon was spent snacking, and checking out the more historical side of Puerto Rico. Abandoned forts, old canons, battle fields, you name it. It was truly a blast, even when Taika became cocky around one of the forts you visited.

It was at the Sitio Histórico de San Juan when things got... touchy. You were with a group of people, and you and Taika decided to linger around the back so if something interesting was spotted, you wouldn't have to move immediately. Little did you know, Taika was devising a, "ditch the tour guide and go make out somewhere," kind of plan.

Much to your demise, and to your pleasure, the plan worked. The tour guide hardly noticed the two of you disappear down an unknown corridor and push yourselves deep into a dark corner.

The smell was wet, ancient, and dank. Taika had you pressed up against one of the concrete walls while his hands worked their magic, lifting up the hem of your shirt and immediately grasping for your bra. You let him squeeze and grip through the fabric of it and press his body so close to yours, the waistband of his shorts was rubbing a red line across the skin of your stomach.

Your legs trembled while you completely forgot about the tour itself and your fingers started to run through his curly hair. Taika's thigh was moving to be between both of yours and he started to slowly rub the top of his against your clothed cunt. Slowly. Achingly slow.

Whimpers of his name and the sound of your tongue mixing echoed along the dank walls, and whimpers turned to moans, and moans turned into garbled sentences when his hand sunk into your underwear and sought out your clit. You tried to warn him, this was a bad idea. You could be noticed missing from the group and people could come looking for you. There could be papz right around the corner, needing a good look for a filthy headline. He didn't stop, though. He started rubbing faster, playing with you like you were some toy.

You knew he wouldn't give you anything but his fingers. Yet. Taika waited and waited, getting you closer on just clit stimulation, but just as you reached your brink, he started to pull his hand away. Dazed and confused, you looked up, your chest shaking from all the heavy breathing you had been doing. Your hands were grasping at his shirt, damn near begging to have just the tiniest bit more, but the look on his face said it all. Even through the darkness of the corridor.

"What the fuck, dude? I was so close!" You hissed at him. All he did was click his tongue and say:

"That's for later too."

The rest of the tour was dreadful to you. It was long, and hot, and dank while you found your way back to the group. Taika was nonchalantly following just a ways behind you while you consistently traveled in circles or down a corridor and through the next. As if he knew you were getting yourself lost, he eventually stepped in, and lead you back towards the entrance of the fort, where your tour group had huddled together for the last destination and for the tour guide to say goodbye. Oh well, at least you got to take in some historical views.

After one more cramped trolley ride back to the hotel later, you were utterly exhausted, but you knew your night wasn't over yet. Taika still had something planned, and it must have been on the spot this morning too. If he had planned it any further back, he would have blabbed it all out to you by now. You laid on your bed while you could, right on your stomach with your face buried into the pillow, trying to let your heavy eyes fall closed for a second, but the moment you did, you felt a large hand smack you right on the ass.

You flipped over, mad as a hornet when you looked up at Taika. You hadn't heard him come out of the bathroom.

He had dressed himself up in all black. Black button up, tucked into his black pants and pressed firm with a black belt. He looked like one of those pit musicians you'd see when you go to really good musicals with live orchestras.

"Dirty Dancing cosplay, ooor?" you nipped at him and he rolled his eyes.

"Ha ha, you're funny," the sarcasm dripped from him. He then threw a piece of (also black) clothing on. "Put that on."

The reluctance was real, but you followed his orders anyway, grumbling and griping your way through. Turns out it was a dress. A short one, at that, only going down to be just half way down your thighs, but it was comfortable enough. Luckily you had a pair of flats with a slight heel in your bag to pair with it. You had no idea where you were going with him, but you were not about to walk there in heels.

Taika was giving you "the eyes" as you walked out of the bathroom, admittedly messing with the hem of your dress to try and bring it down lower. As a result, came more cleavage that you would have liked, but oh well. At least Taika enjoyed the view.

He took the grocery bags in his hands and in the crook of his arms, and like that, it was time to go.

"We'll be late if we don't rush!" he hurried you. You knew that was just a big fat lie, and he was excited to get to wherever you were going, but you played along for as long as you could.

Taika made you go down the boardwalk again, through flourishes of people while the bags in his arms still jostled from side to side. Eventually, you stopped, just outside of a well lit building, and he took you inside.

He stepped up to a desk, signed something, and set all of the groceries down on the desk. While he did those things, you had a look around. To your left, deeper into the building and with dimmer lighting, there were tables and chairs set up. Almost all of the tables were meant for two, or for four. Before you could investigate further, Taika was back to leading you around, through a few more doors, which opened up to a big ballroom.

A few more people were waiting there, dressed almost in the same fashion as you or even a bit more flamboyantly, and obviously coupled up. Taika wrapped his arm around your waist and made you jolt.

"Care to dance?" he mused quietly and you gulped. You've got to be fucking kidding.

"You're joking," you murmured, but he wasn't, because he took you right over to the group of other couples and started conversing with them while you started to freak out quietly.

Honestly, you had never been the greatest dancer on earth. Sure, you could cut a rug from time to time, but that was in the privacy of your own home or at Taika's place if he happened to pick out a really good song worth dancing to. You knew Taika loved to see you dance, he loved to dance with you most of all, but you both never got into anything fancy.

Now was the time.

Soon, your instructors announced themselves, and the room fell mute while they introduced themselves in their very heavy Spanish accents. You stuck to Taika's side most of the time, even as the mood was set and stone. You would be learning to salsa dance. But what did this have to do with the food? You'd find out later.

To put it simply, things got... touchy. Of course, the one and only Waititi was the one touching you, wrapping his big, strong hands around your hips and making them sway back and forth, but it was personal at some point. His hips were pushed against yours most of the time, and that awakened a more primal sense.

Once the dance had been established, the lavish music and the glow of sweat and cologne heightened your senses, and the lights began to dim or flash with lavish pinks, purples, reds, yellows, and greens. You got lost in the feeling as Taika set his hands on your hips again, his warm palms making your legs ache to feel his skin touch yours. Your back was against his chest while the footwork got complicated. Focused, yet mystical.

All the couples around you, doing the same moves as you, turned to blurry blobs, and your breathing got heavier as the pace of the music piece got faster and faster. Taika's breath drew across your ear, and made you shudder. It nearly knocked you out of focus, because you bumped your hips backwards, and pushed your ass against his hips. Like a chain reaction, you felt his hands squeeze your hips a little more than he was supposed to. So, you bumped your hips back against his again, and suddenly you were whipped around by his hands, and pulled flat against his chest.

The bodies around you still writhed and moved with beauty and grace, then there was you and Taika... in the very middle of the dancefloor while a small hard on pressed against the side of your thigh. He was looking down at you, and through the darkness, just like in the corridor, you could see his expression. It was a look of want. Need.

Before anything could be done, however, the lights flashed back on, and the song had finished. Only you and Taika were out of position. The instructors paid no mind. They just clapped, as well as everyone else. Taika removed his hands from you, but made sure you were close enough to hide the little bump in his pants. You hoped there was nothing other than this, because now you really wanted to get back to the hotel room.

The couples started filing out of the room, back to where the tables and chairs were, and Taika kept you in front of him the entire time, pressed almost a little too closely to him.

"Mr. Waititi," a waitress called to him from the kitchen as you met the front desk again. "Your food has been prepared."

Taika looked at the waitress, then to you. He was debating something. You knew what, but you'd let him figure this out for himself. He was the one with the more visible problem.

"Awesome," Taika sighed, then looked down at you. "Join me for a bite real fast?" He said it through almost gritted teeth. Reluctantly... you agreed.

If it was worth it, that's for you to decide. This place had taken the groceries you bought, fruits and veggies, and made a beautiful dinner with mango kiwi sangria. With the time the lessons had taken, the chefs in the kitchen had made the perfect meal. They had even thrown in a few extra elements like chorizo and perfectly cooked rice dishes. As much as you loved the food, you couldn't forget about the need between your legs. And it was obvious Taika couldnt simply forget about his.

You would watch him squirm in his seat while he sipped on his drink, or you would find him staring at you a little more than usual, and little more intensely with each second. His eyes would gloss over, and his breathing would slow, but he'd snap out of it, only when you said something to him, or a server came out of nowhere to check on both of your meals.

Even if the dinner wasn't as romantic (although more sexually charged than you expected), you still had a fantastic time. As soon as Taika finished his dish, he paid the check and was quick to dash out the door with you at his side. Sure, you managed to have enough time to pack up what was left of your food for later, but that hardly deterred Taika's speed and agility.

The walk back to the hotel room went by faster than you thought. The crowds had started to dwindle, and lights began to dim, because all of the shops and side markets had finally closed down after a long day of work. There was just enough darkness to cover the fact that Taika had his hands all over you. All the way to your room.

The moment you touch the door handle, the frenzy began.

He closed the door with his foot, and with both hands, he grabbed your hips and slammed you against the nearest wall he could find. His lips breathed over yours, whispering dirty praises and hot needs, and his hands reached down to pull up your dress to bunch it around your waist. His hand reached between your thighs, and cupped your wet panties, just over your folds. He started to stroke it, while his lips teased over yours, never kissing you, but needing you.

His strong fingers prodded through the fabric, seeking and searching like he had done with you in the corridor of the filthy base. Filthy actions in filthy places.

You moaned for him, but he seemed busy. He continued to bunch up your dress until your stomach was exposed to him. His parched lips drug themselves down your collarbone, again, avoiding your lips, while your hand shot up into his curly hair.

"Fuck, baby," he muttered, opening his dirty mouth just to use his teeth on you. He bit down on your skin, making a hiss seethe from you through your clenched jaw. "You're so fucking beautiful... making my dick so fucking hard."

You watched him kneel, the position making his pants crumple up, but the bulge in his black pants remained as prominent as ever. His nose brushed over your stomach, and you could feel his tongue prop out softly and hover over the hem of your underwear, just as well as his teeth hooking into them. Your thighs spread on their own, and he started to pull your underwear downwards.

He could see the glisten on your clit and the need drip down your thighs. His tongue poked out again, and you felt it slide across your inner thigh. It crept higher and higher,

He placed sloppy kisses along the soft flesh. The kind of kiss that you could hear. The smack and the pop from the wetness and eagerness to taste more of you and take more of you in. He needed that, and he only got more of it as he neared your core.

"Such a wet fuckin pussy, baby," he groaned and placed his tongue along the lips of your folds. His tongue drug itself along the slit, and dipped in to be right on your aching clit. He swiped his tongue back down, pushing it along your hole. Your legs began to tremble, and he began to dig in like the meal you had gotten at the restaurant only whet his appetite.

He took you seriously this time. The rough pads of his finger nimbly drifting along your hips, tracing every mark, every bump, and every hair, because he wanted to memorize this feeling. He also wanted you to remember these exact moments, when he ate your pussy out on the exotic islands of Puerto Rico.

You gripped his hair so tight, but that only pushed him further into your cunt. His nose swiped along, to add flavor to the sensation. His face, most certainly, would be dripping with you by the end of the night.

How long this went on for? You didn't know. You also didn't know it his goal was to disturb your neighbors, because you got pretty fucking for him at some point. He didn't stop until he was satisfied, and you didn't bother keeping track of how many times you had cum on his tongue. You knew he loved the taste. He loved your taste.

Eventually, you both made it back to the bed for once, after one or two earth shattering orgasms. Thighs shaking, breaths colliding, and tongues twisting. His lips touched yours and your mouth was immediately drenched in your own taste, mixed with his.

He got you out of your dress. You stripped him of his clothes. Skin met skin, and it was an instantaneous bon fire of pure, raw sex.

His hand met your throat and he pushed you against the bed while he sat between your legs, unconsciously rubbing his dick through your folds. His lips were on yours again, and he gave your throat a gentle squeeze from time to time.

"Fuck, Taik, just put it in me," you breathed desperately, and the air grew thick. Your eyes never met his. You just watched the way his hips rolled into you, and took the time to feel his scratchy hair rub against your belly each time. You were addicted.

"You're so soft..." His large hands trailed down your stomach, "I'd rather just play with you and see what would happen if I teased you some more." His snickering and plotting drew a whine from you. It sounded so pitiful, he knew you were on the edge already.

"Aw, pretty girl?" He clicked his tongue in a fake sympathetic way, "You don't like to play games, do you? That's such a shame... I thought fuck dolls loved to be played with."

"Taika," you whined again, and you started to wriggle beneath him.

Taika didn't usually mind it when you wiggled about, but something about tonight, it really pissed him off a small bit.

"You want it?" He hissed. "Fucking fine."

You nearly screamed so loud, the hotel walls would have shook, but he shoved himself in, with hardly any warning, and slapped a hand over your mouth.

"You're such a loudmouth... just shut up and take it," he muttered by your ear, and his hips wasted no time making a fool out of you. While one of his hands stayed over your mouth, the other was planted by your head, almost threateningly, and he gripped the bedsheets. If you had just turned your head a little bit, you would have seen the veins popping on his wrist.

Taika pressed his thumb right on the high of your cheekbone, keeping your mouth clamped shut harder as he lost himself in you. Fuck it, you were gone too. High as a kite as he pummeled you and fucked you up something awful.

He was making your sore already, with the intense clap of his hips that never seemed to slow. He was persistent. He was determined.

You let yourself cum for him way too many times that night, and he knew it. He would watch your eyes roll back, and the way your body would weakly tense each time, like you were recieving an electric shock to the brain. And he kept going. He kept going for a long time.

You just let him use you as the night went on, and the look of satisfaction grew more intensely each time you spilled over. It went on and on and on... until he suddenly just couldn't take it anymore.

"Oh my God," he panted, finally letting you speak out and be more vocal, but he had knocked all the breath from your lungs, so there was nothing you could say. "You're so fucking tight... so fuckin pretty, holy shit."

Taika's head rocked back and his eyes watched the ceiling. Shit. He was starting to give out. Shit, shit, shit.

He hunched back over, his thrusts becoming uneven with the ache of anxiousness and lust. It was a blissful, awful, horrible mix. Taika fucking loved it.

A grunt, a groan, and a brand new hickey to get him through it. He finally gave in, burying his face in the same shoulder he marked you on, kissing, lapping and nipping at your skin, as he came, and filled you up.

His body shook and quivered like an earthquake, and soon he felt much heavier on you. Exhaustion kicked in, and you felt like falling asleep right then and there.

You managed a hand to rub up and down his back, comfortingly, and he would let out the occasional groan in response.

"Do you have any more surprises I should be aware of?" you asked, voice hoarse and very very quiet.

"I might," Taika asked after a long pause of silence. "But those are for later..."

#fineanddandy1kchallenge #fineanddandy #taika waititi #fanfiction #taika waititi x reader #taika waititi imagine #taika waititi imagines #taika waititi/you #taika waititi x you

[rishicat]

*clears throat* you know what time it is? that’s right, time for my pointless opinion! So, i saw the MCU’s Phase 4 lineup presented at SDCC, and lemme just say:

high key excited for the Disney+ shows, but the LOGOS (what were the graphic designers smoking when they made the Loki one, and also Wanda Vision?? the FAWS one looks dope, and I guess the What If...? one is okay. i am really glad that they used the hawkeye title for the Kate Bishop comics in place of the show’s logo)

the Black Widow movie makes me so excited. such a good cast, it’s gonna kick off Phase 4, and FINALLY, some good quality Natasha Romanoff content to give her the recognition she deserves. Marvel deserves a standing ovation for this one.

so, i’m not gonna lie, i don’t really know about the Eternals, but i have gotten around to reading a comic or two, and i really think they could bring some much-needed power to the MCU. i love the logo, though!

Shang-Chi! we finally have our first Asian lead in a Marvel movie, and he’s just such a cool character. also, his powers are very different from the ones that we’ve seen present in the MCU. judging by the title (i’m not sure) i think his main villain will be the real Mandarin from Iron Man 3 since the villain was affiliated with the terrorist group The Ten Rings. looking forward to this!

okay. Doctor Strange and the Multiverse of Madness. cool. cool. cool. okay. ok- WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT’S A HORROR MOVIE?! now i’m more interested. keep talkin’! even though this movie’s rated PG-13, it’s probably gonna give us a good spook. i am terrified of horror movies, and my phobia has made me almost have a panic attack whenever i walk into a theatre (long story) but that won’t stop me from walking into that screening and sitting through it. one last thing, though. i do think the logo could’ve been done better. 

thor 4 thor love and thunder. (why does the logo give me serious 90′s vibes, though?) we got jane being confirmed as the new Thor, and valkyrie will be confirmed as LGBTQ+. i’m not crying, you are. but the logo’s different, the story will be different, we got Taika Waititi a god-given gift as the director and writer, y’all, i don’t know ‘bout you, but maybe this might, just maybe, be better than Ragnarok. MAYBE.

lastly, the ‘quick mentions’ and projects confirmed after the main panels. Blade is a good one, since the old one had a cool concept, but wasn’t properly done. with today’s very talented people, and a more mature and experienced Marvel handling the project, i have faith. Captain Marvel 2 means we get to see more of Carol, and hopefully interactions between a more mature version of her and Nick Fury. one of my fantasies. i’m pumped! Black Panther 2! after Endgame, i kept worrying about what Wakanda became with both T’Challa and Shuri dusted. i think the story will be about the kingdom coming back to terms with being back, with a new villain sprinkled in except someone dropped the shaker and now the frosting is covered in sprinkles. Guardians of the Galaxy 3 i already knew about, but now that Thor 4 comes before this movie, the whole concept changes. i really need a second to think about this one. but James Gunn is back! yay! another Fantastic 4 reboot!!! what? i...can’t wait? we’ll see, now that Marvel has full ownership of the characters. and there was chatter about an X-Men movie and the New Mutants being picked up again, and since Marvel HAS Fox now, (thanks to the big mouse himself), i believe we will be served something delicious. 

hey. you still here? if you read ALL that, now you know how i feel. about all *makes gesture motioning to Phase 4 timeline?* this. maybe you feel the same way, dear reader. anyway, i think this is too long, so i’m going to end it here and let you think about my trash thoughts, or keep scrolling. bye. have a good day :)

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Pairing : (Chris Evans ; Chris Pratt ; Sebastian Stan ; Tom Holland ; Tom Hiddleston) ??? x Plus Size Reader

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« Who do you think it will be? Man or Woman? », asked Chris Patt curiously, facing his fellow co-stars. Some shook their head and Scarlett declared smiling, « I don’t know but I hope it’s a woman. » Zoe’s eyes lit up and agreed « Yes, I would love to see a fellow Latina girl in the house. » The others smiled and Robert exclaimed  smirking, « Wait, why can’t it be a guy? ». Elizabeth rolled her eyes and pointed at the male audience that was gathered around for their traditional gathering before the big production starts. « Are you kidding? Look around, we’re overflown with testosterone », she said, making Chris (Evans) laugh loudly. « She’s not wrong », he stated after he calmed down. « No matter who it will be, I hope the person is cool », said Anthony (Mackie).

An unknown fact for the mortal ones was that, considering that the Marvel Studios were expanding their comic characters into movies every year, some of the actors were concerned. Not about their image or all that ‘steal the spotlight’ argument, but about their harmony as a group. The actors became a sort of family and welcoming a new person every time was something. Some were afraid that the dynamic would change or that there would be rivalry between one and the other, or just basically not liking each other. So this new addition that they were supposed to meet the following day, was making some of the actors nervous. Of course, they would welcome the person as well as they could, but still there was a small fraction of concern floating on their minds.

Following the lead of Infinity War, the Studio was going full hardcore again - all the Avengers were on board, along with all of the Guardians of the Galaxy, Dr Strange, Black Panther, Ant-Man and the Wasp and of course let’s not forget the Goth God, Loki himself. To say that adding a brand new character to the picture was insane, it was. But Marvel being Marvel they knew what they were doing and couldn’t wait to introduce the newbie.

9 am sharp the next day, all the actors were gathered around the directors, and again Marvel went hardcore. Anthony Russo, Joe Russo AND Taika Waititi were working together to direct the most anticipated movie of the year. After everyone greeted, the directors called silence and asked them to sit down. « Thank you for being present this morning. As you noticed this movie is gonna be huge and we can’t wait to start filming », announced one of the Russo’s. It was Taika’s turn to speak up, « We can’t wait for you to meet your new co-star. She’s gonna blow… ». The girls cheered loudly and did small signs of victory. « Blow our what? », asked RDJ amused, making everyone laugh at his innuendo. Taika smirked and replied « Guys, come on don’t scare the poor girl already. As I was saying, she’s gonna blow your MINDS off. I can speak for everyone that had the privilege to vision her audition tape and let me say she’s badass and it’s her first time ever in acting. »

« Ohhh fresh blood », grinned Chris Pratt. « You know what that means fellas? » replied Hemsworth mischievously. « We get to prank that girl A LOT! », his thick Australian accent came out, making everyone cheer and holler, happy to be all reunited again. Taika smirked towards the Russo’s who were trying to hide their smiles. A smile that could be easily translated as ‘Oh boy, they have no idea what’s about to hit them’. « Anyway she must be here by now », exclaimed Anthony Russo and Joe marched towards the door opposite where the actors came from. He called for the girl and the actors heard her greet him.

When she entered the place, some gasps could be heard among the noise. There stood their new co-star - a girl/woman in her mid-twenties, maybe late twenties, smiling brightly, glowing eyes and skin, her plump/thick and curvy figure in all her glory. « Hello », she said loudly for everyone to hear, a bright smile that could reach the sky. She didn’t seemed phased by the A-list actors in front of her, at the contrary, completely at ease, her voice not showing any sign of stress. « Marvel crew, meet Y/N Y/L/N », Joe announced. She waved at the people in front of her and quickly exclaimed with an amused voice « I know your names, don’t worry » and a sweet laugh escaped out of her.

After the introduction and greetings done, the directors explained the production and schedule plan. Everyone was curiously feeling at ease and relaxed around their new co-star, who they quickly discovered she had a witty and fun personality. The first weeks confirmed their impressions. She was funny, feisty, always in a good mood and cheerful and would absolutely not back off a prank or bet. The actors discovered it the hard way during one of their pranks. Chris Evans was hiding next to her trailer, waiting for her to come out, while the others were hiding and filming the whole thing. When she came out, Chris splashed her with a bucket of water. Instead of being angry, she just started laughing. « Oh you gonna pay for that Evans », she exclaimed. And boy he did. A week later, with the complicity with other actors and Taika, the firefighters appeared on set for an ‘emergency’. She discretely took one of the firefighters lance and opened it and directing it towards Evans. The water jet was so harsh that he fell on the floor, not a single parcel of him dry. « Payback’s a bitch Chris. Told you, you would play », she yelled towards him laughing. The Bostonian stood up completely dumbfounded and dripping wet and after a few seconds laughed too. « Damn, I’m never pranking you again. EVER », he told her and she high fived him.

Everyone was awesome and apparently some of them fond you more than the others. By some it was some - Chris Evans, Chris Pratt, Sebastian Stan, Tom Hiddleston and Tom Holland. What did those actors had in commun, appart from that awesome diversity in names - well they were all single. When they were in position for a fight scene and you emerged on set, everyone turned around. The five Spice ‘Man’ were looking at you with their eyes widened and mouth agape. Seeing you in tight fitting dark red suit and having your glorious thick thighs and ass compressed in such a suit, made their mind wonder to heated places. For this scene, you were positioned in front of all the Avengers, which led half of the male cast to have a pretty descent, alright fuck it let’s be real, a great sigh at your ass. Before the scene began, you turned around and without paying attention you pushed the fabric of your suit a little on one of your thighs because it was way to tight for your liking and the fabric made a slapping sound. Taika put on music and asked you to dance. « What? Why would I do that? », you asked confused. He smirked and declared through a megaphone « To stretch the fabric of your suit a little. You don’t want it to rip do you? » You frowned but laughed.

The song « Vide Gal » by Daniela Mercury was playing and you smiled. « God I can believe I’m doing this. It’s so weird », you mumbled when you began to do some shy moves and then you thought ‘fuck it’ and began to sway your hips to the beat. You even took some of the girls hands and began to dance and laugh with them. The Spice ‘Man’ were looking at you with hungry eyes from head to toe and wishing you would chose them and dance, but you didn’t. Taika cut the music and exclaimed proudly « I think it’s enough because if you keep swaying those hips, there are some that will have a heart attack », and pointed to the guys behind you. You turned around and saw them all blush and you couldn’t escape the small giggle that came out of your mouth. You smirked their way and winked before getting in position for the fight scene.

After a long day of work, you headed towards your trailer and took a shower before preparing yourself for going out with Mark. You put a jeans and a cute top and headed out of your trailer. You heard someone whistle and turned to the source. You gave the responsable a stern look but quickly a smile took place on your face. « Where you going at girl? », Mackie asked. « Out with Mark », you replied nonchalantly. The Spice ‘Man’ frowned at the mention of a male name. When RDJ was about to ask further, the roaming of a bike was heard and you smiled. You waved towards the biker and he joined. « Avengers this is Mark, Mark this is the Avengers », you smiled. He waved at them and looked deeply at Evans, Pratt, Stan, Holland and Hiddleston before asking you if you were ready. You nodded and headed out. « So who is the one you’re dating? The Captain? Winter Soldier? Star-lord? Loki or Spiderman? », he asked smirking. You frowned and replied « What are you talking about? » He looked at you dumbfounded and said « Come on, you didn’t notice the way they were looking at me, like they were pissed. » You laughed loudly and said « You’re delusional dear brother. » He shook his head and continued « God you’re so oblivious sometimes. » You rolled your eyes and said « Whatever. Let’s go, I’m hungry », and took the helmet he handed you. Your adoptive brother smiled and shook his head again. You sat behind him on the bike and looked a last time at the others before leaving. Your eyes landed on the male actor’s strong and deep gaze. In that moment you wondered if your brother’s words were right.

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2018-03-11 22 MOVIE now

MOVIE

Birth. Movies. Death.

SXSW 2018 Review: TAKE YOUR PILLS Shines A Light On An Alarming Problem

Is Denis Villeneuve Still Making a DUNE Movie? Nope! Now He’s Making TWO Of Them

FIRST MATCH Trailer Takes A Girl’s Troubles To The Mat

Wes Anderson And Bill Murray: A Cinematic Rapport

Book Review: S. Craig Zahler’s HUG CHICKENPENNY Is A Touching Gothic Parable

CineVue

Film Review: A Prominent Patient

Film Review: Bombshell: The Hedy Lamarr Story

DVD Review: La Prisonnière

Oscars 2018: The Shape of Water wins Best Picture, Best Director

Film Review: Annihilation

Cinema Blend

Super Smash Bros. Creator Masahiro Sakurai Is Back For The Switch Version

How Many Dune Movies Denis Villeneuve Plans To Make

Why A Wrinkle In Time Cut One Of The Book’s Weirdest Scenes

Why Enchanted 2 Has Taken So Long To Get Made

Cinema Scope

Madame Hyde (Serge Bozon, France/Belgium)

The Green Fog (Guy Maddin, Evan Johnson, Galen Johnson, US/Canada)

Cocote (Nelson Carlo de Los Santos Arias, Dominican Republic/Argentina/Germany)

The Uses of Disenchantment: Guillermo del Toro’s The Shape of Water

3/4 (Ilian Metev, Bulgaria/Germany)

Comicboook.com

Disney's 'A Wrinkle in Time': What People Are Saying

'Avengers: Infinity War' Exclusive Airing on Entertainment Tonight

'Avengers: Infinity War' Fan Poster Adds Hawkeye and Other Missing Marvel Characters

'Black Panther' Sequel Confirmed by Marvel Studios Head

'Black Panther' Director Ryan Coogler Writes Tribute to 'A Wrinkle in Time' Director Ava DuVernay

Film Comment Magazine

TCM Diary: Secret Ceremony (1968) + The Legend of Lylah Clare (1968)

Deep Focus: A Wrinkle in Time

Film of the Week: Montparnasse Bienvenüe

Readers’ Poll 2017: Your Comments

Interview: Ashley McKenzie

Film Inquiry

DEATH WISH: A Poorly Timed, Generic Remake

Away From The Hype: GHOSTBUSTERS (2016)

“It Takes Me Right Back To Those Early Days; I’m Living It Again.” Chimps, Oscar Snubs & Favorite Films With Dr. Jane Goodall

Art Vs. Artist: What Do We Do When Our Heroes Fail Us?

Anarchic Cinema: The Anti-Film & Why I Hate Andy Warhol

Film School Rejects

‘The Strangers: Prey at Night’ Review: Now With Even Stranger Strangers

The Unexpected Cinematic Universes of SXSW 2018

Dimitri Logothetis on Pitting Jean-Claude Van Damme Against Mike Tyson in ‘Kickboxer: Retaliation’

The Inanity of Technobabble

With ‘Thoroughbreds,’ First-Time filmmaker Cory Finley Explores the Concept of Privilege Through Satire

Reddit Movies

Karl Urban Confident New 'Star Trek' Movie Will Start Filming Within the Next Year

Taika Waititi pretends to sleep during "Best Short Film" category at the 2005 Academy Awards.

Guillermo del Toro Launches Scholarship for Aspiring Mexican Filmmakers

72 years later and the Donkey transformation from Pinocchio is still one of the most horrifying scenes in film.

New International Poster for Spielberg's 'Ready Player One'

Roger Ebert

Itzhak

SXSW Film Festival 2018: "Wobble Palace"

SXSW Film Festival 2018: “Shotgun,” “1985”

A Quiet Place

A Wrinkle in Time

Screen Rant

Dragon Ball: 15 Characters Whose Power Levels Are Off The Charts

16 Hilarious Deadpool Vs X-Men Memes

Marvel Pokes Fun At Batman’s Proposal To Catwoman

9 Character Demises That Hurt Superhero Shows (And 6 That Helped Them)

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Slash Film

‘Unfriended: Dark Web’ is a Cruel and Clever Evolution of the First Film [SXSW]

‘Andre the Giant’ Trailer: A New Documentary Examines The Famed Wrestler

‘A Quiet Place’ Sees John Krasinski Deliver a Majorly Effective Monster Movie [SXSW]

Theme Park Bits: Life-Size ‘Star Wars’ Vehicles, Giant Pixar Ball Action, and Disney Parks on Google Street View

This Week In Trailers: Beast, RBG, Take Your Pills, Perfect, Lowlife

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Stan Lee: 1922-2018

It is impossible to fully grasp the influence Stan Lee had over the world of popular culture since he first achieved fame in the Sixties. As a writer, editor and publisher of comic books, he, along with an extraordinary group of collaborators, revolutionized and expanded what could be said and done in that particular art form in ways that reverberate to this day. Later on, after years of tirelessly expanding his small publishing company into a multimedia corporation, the very same creations that helped change the world of comics forever—characters like Spider-Man, the X-Men, the Hulk, Iron Man, Black Panther, the Fantastic Four and the proverbial many, many more—would finally hit Hollywood and spawn a number of astonishingly lucrative and ambitious film and television franchises to boot. Even those who didn’t much follow the world of comic books or superhero films still knew who Lee was, thanks to his tireless promotion of his creations and of the comic book industry in general. His passing today at the age of 95 truly marks the end of an era, although the creations he helped shepherd during that era show no signs of fading away anytime soon.

He was born Stanley Martin Lieber on December 28, 1922 in Manhattan and later moved with his family into an apartment in the Bronx. An aspiring writer, Lee graduated early from high school in 1939 and joined the WPA Federal Theatre Project before an uncle helped to get him a job as an assistant at the then-new Timely Comics publishing company. Although his initial duties were humdrum—filling inkwells and such—he soon made his debut as a writer by penning a short piece that appeared in “Captain America Comics #3” in 1941, utilizing Stan Lee as a pen name for the first time. He soon moved from writing filler to full stories and in 1941, he debuted his first superhero co-creation, The Destroyer, in “Mystic Comics #6.” Later that year, after a management shake-up, the then-19-year-old Lee was installed as interim editor and showed a flair for the job that would find him remaining in the position of editor-in-chief until 1972, during which time Timely would evolve into Marvel Comics.

After serving in World War II as a member of the Signal Corps, Lee returned to Timely in 1945 and over the next decade or so, during which time the company became known as Atlas Comics, he worked on stories in a variety of genres and even co-produced a syndicated comic strip based on the popular radio show “My Friend Irma.” None of these efforts were particularly notable and an increasingly frustrated Lee considered leaving the industry for good until his publisher, Martin Goodman, made a request—since chief competitor DC Comics had just found success with its superhero team the Justice League of America, could Lee come up with a series based around a team concept as well? With nothing left to lose, Lee rose to the occasion but instead of following the DC model in which superheroes like Superman were square-jawed paragons of virtue devoid of even the tiniest of flaws, his heroes would have any number of imperfections—ranging from emotions like jealousy, anger, vanity and depression to basic matters like paying bills, getting ahead in school or trying to get up the nerve to ask someone on a date—that he felt would strike a chord with younger readers who were themselves going through many of those problems and sensations themselves. 

The group that he and artist Jack Kirby devised utilizing this approach, the Fantastic Four, proved to be an instant success when it debuted in 1961—the time when the company finally changed its name to Marvel. Over the next few years, Lee helped usher in an astonishing array of characters in stories that deftly juggled the fantastic with real-world concerns. With Kirby, he co-created the Hulk, Thor, Iron Man and X-Men, devised Daredevil with Bill Everett and joined forces with Steve Ditko to bring about Doctor Strange and Spider-Man, the latter proving to be Marvel’s most popular creation. In what would prove to be a genius move, all of these characters, and many more to come, would all exist within one shared conceptual universe and some of these characters would band together into a new team known as The Avengers. The fact that you almost certainly did not require any sort of explanation or description of the characters that I have cited in this paragraph should give some indication as to just how popular they would become over the years.

The Marvel comics stood out from the competition as they strived to truly resonate with readers. By introducing stories with more serious themes and increasingly complex characters than one normally found in comic books, they not only changed what could be done in the format but also helped to vastly expand their readership by telling stories that kept readers interested even as they grew older while attracting new ones as well. Marvel also helped to pioneer the notion of forging a connection between the people who created the comics and those who consumed them. Under Lee, Marvel would introduce such innovations as explicitly crediting those responsible for the creation of the various comics, including inkers and letterers. He also included such creations as a letters page, “Marvel’s Bullpen Bulletin,” a section talking about members of Marvel’s staff and what was in the hopper and the monthly column entitled “Stan’s Soapbox.” These behind-the-scenes glimpses afforded to readers made them feel as if they were truly a part of something special and they pretty much helped to lay the groundwork for the vast world of contemporary fandom—what is ComicCon, after all, but a “Bullpen Bulletin” writ extra-large. 

During the Sixties, Lee worked as a writer, art director and editor for most of Marvel’s series and continued to help expand on the kinds of stories that a comic book could tell. “Spider-Man,” for example, would deal with such hot topics as politics, drugs, student protests and the war in Vietnam. He would help break the racial barrier by introducing the African-American character Robbie Robertson in a supporting role in “Spider-Man” and, with Kirby, would co-create the first major black superhero character, Black Panther. Social commentary would also crop up in his “Stan’s Soapbox” columns and he would also prove to be influential in the eventual easing of the once-powerful Comics Code, which had been introduced by the comics industry in 1954 to govern what could and could not be shown in order to avoid official government regulation. In 1972, he stepped down as editor-in-chief at Marvel and assumed the role of publisher.

Although his later years would find him involved with any number of ventures—some more successful than others—his chief role would be to serve as the sort of friendly uncle figurehead for the entire comics industry thanks to his countless appearances at conventions, college lectures, signings and anyplace else that he could use to help further the reach of his creations. In 1981, he moved to California in an effort to help develop Marvel’s numerous properties into films and television series in the wake of the success of the 1978 blockbuster “Superman,” and while there were shows and TV movies based on “Spider-Man” and “The Hulk,” the movies did not quite work out—there were always announcements of future films but they would always fall apart. 

Eventually, Hollywood began bringing Marvel’s creations to the big screen and inspired massively successful franchises based on “Spider-Man,” “X-Men” and “The Fantastic Four.” This led to the development of what would become known as the Marvel Cinematic Universe, a concept inspired by the shared universe notion of the comics in which the different movies would overlap and characters from one series might turn up in another. One element that practically all of these films had in common—whether part of the MCU or not—was the presence of Lee himself, who would turn up in cameos (often of a cheerfully self-referential nature) that fans would gleefully search for in the way that cineastes once kept an eye out for when Alfred Hitchcock would turn up in his films.

From a financial standpoint, the influence that Lee and his work would have on Hollywood is undeniable—the three phases of the MCU (which has expanded to include television shows, comics and digital series) has generated billions of dollars and transformed the industry into one more focused on ever on creating ready-made blockbusters that can earn tons of money throughout the world. From an artistic standpoint, one could argue that there have been so many superhero movies in recent years that have tried so hard to top each other in terms of sheer spectacle that a certain degree of fatigue has set in. But as it turns out, the best Marvel films have been the ones that have taken Lee’s example to heart and have taken risks that may have seemed incredibly chancy at first but which proved to pay off beautifully in the end: The notion of putting a performer as off-beat as Robert Downey Jr. into the role of Tony Stark/Iron Man, a merging of actor and role that made “Iron Man” (2008) such an influential hit; The decision to allow Ang Lee to transform “Hulk” (2008) from a superhero saga into something resembling an actual art film. (This did not endear it with most moviegoers but the resulting film is a genuinely great example of cinematic pop art that deserves a reappraisal); The increasing narrative ambitions of the “Captain America” films leading to the wonderful and provocative “Captain America: Civil War” (2016); The willingness to take a chance on a offbeat indie filmmaker like Taika Waititi and allow him to take arguably the dullest of the Marvel movie stable, Thor, and liven it up with goofball humor in the throughly engaging “Thor: Ragnarok” (2017). And, of course, “Black Panther” (2018), a film which thoroughly upended most notions of what a superhero movie needed to succeed and ended up becoming the most financially successful film featuring a solo superhero as well as the first film of the genre with a more-than-legitimate shot at a Best Picture nomination.

Although Lee, as I mentioned, did make appearances in pretty much all of the movies inspired by his comic book creations, his most notable screen appearance would be in a film set far outside the universe he created. This would be in “Mallrats,” the 1995 comedy that Kevin Smith  made in the wake of the success of his controversial debut “Clerks.” While the film would prove to be a flop at the box-office that Smith and others would use as a sort of punchline for years, it is actually a much better film than its reputation would suggest and one of the best things about it is Lee’s appearance. Playing himself, he is at the mall where the film is almost entirely set for a signing and winds up encountering Brody (Jason Lee), the vulgar and obnoxious comic book obsessive who has just broken up with his girlfriend as the story begins. Upon meeting his hero, Brody begins hammering his hero with the kind of questions that Lee was no doubt inundated with throughout his life (along with some involving superhero genitalia best left untouched here). Instead of just brushing him off, Lee begins to genuinely converse with Brody about life and love in ways that cut through the kid’s bombast and braggadocio in order to get in touch with his real emotions. 

Yes, the scene is very funny but in just a few short minutes, it essentially sums up what made Lee such an important and necessary figure in the lives of so many people—he used his talents to create work that reached out to fans and meant something to them in ways that other forms of disposable popular culture simply didn’t. It’s what separated him from the rest, and why his name and work will continue to last long after his passing. 

‘Nuff said. 

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