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goddess in red. — clark kent x chubby!fem reader.

synopsis: clark wants to help you buy new clothes, but surprise hits him when he realizes how the fashion industry treats plus size women like you.

cw: body insecurities, fatphobia, reader being kinda mean to herself, clothes not fitting, clark also being a little mean to himself, loads of fluff, tiny smut, clark is ao in love with you and your body, clark being really into chubby girls. important: I mention some sizes but remember that they are just numbers, you can be any size and be or not be plus size — it does not matter, different countries have different conceptions of what's plus size !!! I am plus size myself, so I know this!!

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Clark always paid attention to you. He always has an eye on you, at any given moment. Working, cooking, watching a movie. And not in a creepy or peculiar way, but a protective one.

It worked, really — you felt protected when you sensed his soft gaze on you, or when his hand moved to the small of your back, not to guide you, but to follow you.

But Clark notices everything, even what you think he doesn’t. He sees how you struggle with the jeans that no longer fit, how every morning you search for cream to massage into your waist and stomach to try and shrink it, even just a little. And how, after wrestling with a pair of pants before going out for a walk, he notices how your stride is uncomfortable and how hard it is for you to breathe.

That’s how Clark started a small savings jar. A bit of change from grocery runs, money he found in his backpack, leftover cash at the end of the month — but he made sure to put at least $50 into that jar each month. When he finally saved up a more-than-decent amount, he proudly brought it to your apartment.

You raised an eyebrow when you saw him at your door — you swear that if this man had a tail, he’d be wagging it back and forth. He had that big-dog smile, the kind they wear when they bring the ball back to their owner. He lifted the jar with the word “clothes” written on it in his handwriting, but you still looked confused.

“I saved up some money to take you shopping. I noticed you were uncomfortable in your clothes, and I don’t like seeing you like that.”

You’re a grateful person — especially with him — and Clark knew you weren’t being ungrateful when your smile didn’t reach your eyes. Even when you arrived at the clothing stores street, you insisted he get himself a T-shirt or something, as if you didn’t want that money to be spent on you.

Clark squeezed your hand as you entered a store, where an excessively thin woman with a tight smile greeted you.

“Hi! How can I help you?” the woman asked in a welcoming tone.

“Hi. We’re looking for clothes for my girlfriend — some dresses, short-sleeved shirts, and jeans,” Clark smiled, his usual polite smile, which faded the second he saw your breath falter.

The woman, keeping her fake, tense smile, looked you up and down. “For you?” her tone wavered, as if it carried disgust.

“Yes… for me.” you sighed as you spoke, used to it.

“Alright… alright, yes, feel free to look around. This aisle has all the dress and top models. And that way are the jeans. You can ask me if you need anything.”

“Will do!” Clark smiled as the woman walked away. “Hey, don’t you like the jeans she’s wearing? We could look for something like that.”

Your eyes moved to the figure of the employee, how her small hips were hugged by the stiff denim.

“Uhm, I don’t know…” you said. “Let’s just look around a bit.”

Clark nodded, but was unsure due to your dim and quiet tone.

After a couple rounds, you found two really cute pairs of jeans, along with two shirts and a dress that Clark said — in his words — “would look like a dream.”

You held the jeans against your waist, stretching them a bit to see how far they’d go. You noticed how the corners reached only the middle of your thigh, and your pout began to show.

“Excuse me, is this the largest size you have?” you asked the same employee.

Again, that same scanning look from top to bottom. “Yes, we carry up to size 10 in jeans. What’s on display is what we have.”

“Size 10?” you asked, voice lower. “Thanks.” you gave her a tense smile, prompting her to leave. You handed the jeans to Clark. “I’m size 18.” you gave a sad smile. “And the shirts are size 10… I’m size 16…”

Clark looked at the clothes like they’d just insulted him. “We can try the dress.” he smiled sweetly, and you believed him.

After fifteen minutes and no sign of you, Clark called softly.

“Baby?” he muttered.

You sniffled. “I can't zip it…” you said, very quietly, almost a whisper.

Clark closed his eyes, resting his forehead against the door. Everything was going wrong — this was nothing like he’d planned.

“I’ll be out in a minute.” you cleared your throat. “I just want to leave."

When you came out, your small, pretty face was red and swollen from crying, a pout on your lips — and Clark felt like the worst person in the world, like he had done this to you.

“Couldn’t find anything?” that condescending, fake tone filled your ears from behind.

You were about to answer when Clark spoke for you. “No, nothing was suitable. I think this place could use a wider size range.”

“Sir, I can’t help with that. I only display what’s in the store.”

“But you can pass along my complaint to your superior — this place is a disaster. It feels designed to humiliate people who just want to buy something nice.” You looked at him, surprised — Clark usually didn’t complain about service, even if it was degrading. But something seemed to have possessed him as he led you to the car, a hand on the small of your back.

Once seated, you played with your fingers as Clark sighed. His hand went to your shoulder, slowly gliding down your back, fingers moving softly against your skin.

“I’m sorry I brought you here, my love. I didn’t think this through and that was wrong.” He pressed gentle kisses onto your exposed shoulder, and you smiled sweetly while stroking his hair.

“You just wanted to help, Clark. It’s not your fault these stores are awful to people like me. I knew I had to lose weight anyway.”

Clark lifted his head like you’d just personally attacked him, shaking it. “You don’t need to lose weight. We went to the doctor the other day. Your body is healthy, your cholesterol is fine, your sugars are good. And your body is beautiful, my love.” One hand dropped to your plump belly, squeezing it lightly, making you giggle. “If you want to lose weight, I’d love to help you, but I know it’s something hard for you — something you don’t enjoy.”

The kisses on your shoulder moved to your arm and down the valley of your chest, his curls brushing your skin, making it rise in goosebumps. “Your body drives me wild, pretty girl. I’d have you any way, but you don’t know how… feral your stomach, your breasts, your hips, these thighs make me…” one hand dropped to squeeze that part with a growl.

You smiled as your lips parted with every kiss he gave you, panting lightly while your fingers ran through his hair.

“Clark, Clark. You are getting carried away.” You tugged his hair gently so his eyes would meet yours. His lopsided smile, drunk on you, when he noticed your grin.

“There’s that smile.” his lips found yours, kissing you slowly. “I’ll make this up to you, gorgeous.”

You never doubted he would — but you didn’t hold him to it. That’s why, when he showed up at your house desperate to take you somewhere mysterious, you suspected he was up to something.

He stopped in front of a store on a corner, Clark hopped out, basically dragging you in like an excited puppy who found a bone.

A young woman was at the front desk, smiling genuinely when she saw your boyfriend. “Clark! Good to see you again.”

You frowned, confused.

“Doll, this is Carolina. Lois showed me this place and Carolina, very kindly, offered to send me all the clothing they have.” Clark looked at you with sweet, glowing eyes, and you couldn’t say no.

With Carolina’s help, Clark showed you beautiful dresses, jeans, shirts — even skirts, a piece of clothing you’d never thought you could wear — that were all your size or even larger.

“I’m not sure if I like everything because it’s all beautiful or because it all fits.” you said with a genuine smile as you slipped on a long skirt that fit beautifully around your hips.

“You look truly beautiful.” Clark said with heart eyes once he saw the twirl you made to show him the skirt.

You two walked to the front to pay, and Clark noticed a dress he hadn’t seen on you before. “Didn’t see this one.” he tried to get a better look, but you slapped his hand.

“It’s a surprise for tonight, I’m taking you out for dinner.” You said, handing Carolina the bags.

Clark raised his eyebrows beneath his glasses. “You taking me out?” he chuckled.

“God forbid a girl wants to take her boyfriend out to repay him for being so sweet and lovely.” Clark smiled and rolled his eyes, paying without even checking the price.

“You are a tease.” he said after you nudged him.

(...)

“Ready?” you said from behind him.

“Never been more ready.” Clark said, playing with the hem of his white button shirt under the suit jacket.

He turned around when you allowed him to, and he is stunned.

A red, long dress wrapped around your curvy, juicy body so deliciously he feels hungry. And when you turn around to show him the open back, he is literally on his knees.

“Oh, baby, I love this so much…” he said on his knees, and of course, since he is so tall, his head reaches your chest, the open part where the fabric goes up and wraps around your neck. He presses kisses there, hands finding the plush of your thighs under your dress, which he got since it had a slit — the slit killed him — , squeezing them as he gets drunk on your figure. “We are not going out.”

“What? I've made reservations! They make your favorite food.” You smiled, stroking his hair and fitting his glasses.

“Oh, but I've got my favorite food right here, dolly.” He gently pressed you against the wall, slipping under your dress to really eat.

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big mouth.

synopsis: clark would never allow anyone to make you feel left out — not even your family.

warnings: family issues, fluff and comfort.

a/n: just had a shitty moment with my family and I'm trying to calm down while thinking: what would clark do if he saw all this?

clark always noticed how, at the begging of your friendship, you were small. not in a physical way, but in terms of behavior. not talking much, smiling once in a while, tired looking. quiet in general. that until the group of the daily planet went out for drinks one friday night. that's when clark fell, and he fell hard.

you laughed, loudly, the kind of laugh that makes your belly ache, eyes watery, not trying to look nice, just genuine happiness. you told stories, talked loudly, interrupted when you considered needed, just genuine you.

clark loved it, he loved that and he loved that in you. so when you started dating, he insisted on you letting go and being yourself, and he could tell that was a hard thing to ask. that you, sometimes, had to do it consciously.

but you grew out of it, and clark fell more and more in love with you everytime you did it.

until he met your family.

you had two sisters and your parents, you always talked little about them because you don't seem to talk to them much these days. but still, never bad things, clark could tell you didn't think your parents were mean to you.

so he meets them and they are nice. to him. your mom touches his arm when she laughs and your dad jokes with him to make him feel welcome. your sisters laugh and roll their eyes whenever your parents make a boomer comment, a complicity. everything seems nice.

that until you are excited about something and your mom places her hand on your shoulder. clark can see the light in your beautiful eyes die as you clear your throat and end your story seconds later. you fidget, you nibble your bottom lip, not even clark's hand in your thing could soothe you. this was mayor.

when playing something together, you got excited again, clark smiled, enamored with how your face lit up, until your sister shushed you. she shushed you. and told you to quiet down. your full grin turned into a small smile that then turned into a sad looking face. clark felt like he was watching the person he first met before the bar that friday.

he makes an excuse, says you have to go quickly and you don't fight. everyone nicely says goodbye and when you leave, clark can see how you let out a breath, like you didn't know you were holding it.

in the car, you smile.

"what do you think?" you say, and clark frowns when he perceives joy in your tone.

"I mean... they were... something."

you frown now. "they were really nice to you."

"yeah, to me. not to you."

"oh, that." you look away. "yeah, I'm used to it, it's the usual with them."

"well." clark says as he parks in front of his apartment. "I didn't like them." he gets out of the car, you follow him.

"clark, come on." you sigh, because you know he is right.

his hand drags you to his apartment in silence, he is waiting for you two to be in a comfortable environment to talk.

the sigh he lets out when he closes the door lets you know he will start. his hands move to your waist, placing a gentle kiss in your forehead as he lifts you onto the counter.

"I won't let anyone treat you like an outsider, even less if you are anything but an outsider. baby, your sister shushed you." his hands stroke your thighs as he pecks your nose, his tone is soft, like a cuddle.

"I didn't wanna argue with her in front of you." you huffed, your hands move to stroke his forearms, nails moving up and down on his skin.

"it's not about arguing, it's about that they don't say and do that to you. they shouldn't treat you like that." his eyes softened when you shrugged.

"I mean, they are not wrong." you sighed. "I am loud."

he shakes his head like he is horrified. he presses his forehead against yours, taking deep breaths. "never quiet down, baby. never be quiet, never shrink, never shut up. I need you to be loud, I want you to be loud. I love how your face lights up whenever you get excited, I love how you yap and ramble about the colums you are working on, it fills me with life."

you look up at him as if trying to check if he was being genuine. he was, those big round eyes could never lie to you like this. you nod, and put on a grateful smile, nudging your noses together.

"I love you, dork." you say softly, sighing with relief.

"love you to, big mouth."

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Well, hello there. I've been sooooo offline recently, and i'm terribly sorry about that. But with college and the actual situation of my country, i've been forced to take two jobs while studying, and finals were eating me up. Now that im more stable, ill try my best to keep up with my work in here. but it might take time... wish me luck <333

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small talk. matt murdock x ftm!reader.

synopsis: small talk leads to an intense night.

cw: sub!reader, dom!matt VERY filthy!matt, a lot of dirty talk, toilet sex, p in v, oral reader receiving, fluff, slight age gap (reader is 21, matt is almost 30), no y/n.

n/a: heeeyyy I'm trying to get back to this, I might do just some drabbles and quickies but I had this on my drafts for a while and since daredevil born again came out, wanted to share with you guys <3

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"What's this?" He asked when he heard the glass on the bar counter.

"Whiskey."

"Yeah, I can smell that." He smiled politely at the girl behind the bar. "But I didn't order anything."

"The boy on the right corner paid for it. If I were you, I would shut up and drink it." She said as she walked away.

Matt huffed, taking the glass in his hand and stirring the whiskey slightly before smelling it. He liked the scent of it, he recognized that he had drink it before. He moved his head at the right corner, perceiving the empty seats before someone's heartbeat on the corner.

He smirked. "You got some good taste."

You chuckled, drinking from your glass. "I've been told that." You said suggestively. "Thought you could've like it."

He sensed you, noticing you were younger, and nervous, he smiled. "I tasted many whiskeys, kid."

You took another sip from your glass. "You haven't taste mine."

Matt shivered, but kept his nonchalant mannerism. He chuckled before moving his head down to the whiskey. "Guess I'll have to try it."

(...)

"Oh, fuck!"

You could have never predicted that Matt would be strong enough to lift you to make you wrap your legs around his neck as he ate your pussy, but he was, and you realized it now that you were in that situation.

Your hand grabbed his brown locks and pressed his face against your wet cunt as he lapped against it, before fucking you with his tongue, eating you out like a starved man, your free hand was holding his red glasses.

You already had came once on his fingers, and now he was licking your slit, excusing himself saying that he "had to get you cleaned up."

"Gosh, such a fat cunt. Tastes so fucking sweet." He spoked, making out with your folds between words before spitting on your clit, waking you whimper more.

He sucked your clit violently, and slowly pulled away, strings of saliva connecting his lips with your cunt. You were shivering and sobbing softly.

He chuckled at the sounds you were making, giving a last kiss on your pretty sweet cunt. He let you fall at what you gasped, before he catched you when your legs were around his.

"Shh, don't worry, handsome, I got you." He chuckled. He kissed your cheek in a wet way, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses through your neck.

His tie was pulled down and his shirt had the first buttons opened, that had some hickeys you had made proudly.

"Gonna get in, alright?" He mumbled on your ear. "Gonna take it nice and good?"

"Yeah..." You whimpered, leaning to kiss him gently, whining like a puppy.

He chuckled against his lips and pressed soft kisses on your lips when he began to slowly slide in your tight hole. He managed to pass the head before taking a deep breath.

"Pretty boy, you gotta relax for me." He said breathless, squeezing your ass, trying to soothe you more.

You whined, your hands sank on his shoulders. You began to breathe calmly when he peppered kisses around his face, mumbling sweet nothings to you to get you ready. You finally managed to relax your body, instantly sinking down on his cock balls deep, making you whimper.

"Veeery good.." He praised in a groan, still gripping your ass as he began to rock his hips, his slack hitting your ass with every thrust.

You hugged his neck and whined there as his balls smack against your ass gently, his hands gripped there to keep you steady. "Gosh, that's very tight... can feel you clench, wanna suck me in, handsome?"

You whined, your eyes rolling back as his hips snap faster. You nod and drool, and you feel like an idiot when you remember he can't see you. "Y-yeah..." you managed to pronounce.

He kissed your nose, changing his pace from really fast to very slow and gentle. When you were close, he noticed but the way your hands gripped his shoulders, and how your legs tensed, like trying to avoid cumming.

"None of that, babyboy..." He interrupted himself with a groan, moving your body up and down on his cock. "Finish around me... need you to squeeze me in, baby..." He said in a groan, his warm breath in your ear.

You felt your orgasm pooling in your tummy, you pouted as he pressed sloppy kisses in your face, cooing you as you felt your climax strike in.

You cried against his lips, your cunt clenching around his cock as you finished. He bit your bottom lip and then kissed you delicately, still pounding against you, riding your orgasm out.

"Shh... very good, that's very good, so good, my boy- a-ah..." He let out a shaky moan against your shoulder before he pulled out and finished on your stomach, panting as he held you close. "Fuck, sorry..."

"What for?" You caressed his hair, making him smile as you both caught your breath.

He pressed gentle kisses on your face, his dead puppy eyes looking where he thought your face was.

"You trying to see if I'm pretty?" You teased, standing up to put on your boxers.

"I'm pretty sure you are." He smiled, copying your actions.

"How can you tell?"

"Well, I just touched you all over, my tongue was deep in your throat, you smell good and at least the outline of your face is pretty." You blushed as he gently bumped his chest against yours pecking your lips. "You are pretty."

"Yeah, I'm pretty." You said dumbly, making him chuckle.

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por fin encuentro a alguien más de Argentina 😭😭😭 ojalá que este gobierno de mierda caiga. cuídate mucho y espero que puedas retomar la inspiración así como la esperanza de que algo mejor nos espera, incluso si hay que correr a algunos fascistas primero

DUDE me despierto todos los días rezando que cierto duende aparezca colgado en plaza de mayo :)

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well hello there

I'm so sorry I've been inactive. The truth is that my problems are winning over me, and tell you which problems are will only be morbid.

I love this app and writing here but it's been so hard for me to find inspiration. I have a lot of ideas that I can't seem to continue and it makes me sooooo sad because I know you would love them :(

Also, I'm a non binary person, and here in Argentina things have gotten tough. I think the world is talking a lot about Trump and they need to also talk about his number one fan, Milei.

So, basically, he wants to remove the term femicide because he says it entails women's privilege (totally false of course), he also wants to repeal the abortion law, the trans labor quota law and the possibility of identification for people, like me, who are non-binary. And if you are not aware either, Argentinians have been fighting for these rights since 2016!!!! Almost ten years, and we finally got some, and now they are being removed, which also has me terrified, depressed and pissed.

I love you all, I hope I can come back soon (*^^*)

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Logan howlett x manatee!mutant!fem reader

OKAY so i was scrolling and I found a video that said that manatees are like really friendly and cozy and lovely but that you shouldn't hug them because they get attached easily so it's ILLEGAL to hug them BUT THEY ARE THE CUTEST THING EVER so I wanted to write about reader being a manatee mutant and logan not knowing about this fact. LOOK AT HIM. (+18)

So, when Logan (xmen1) came to the mansion, he took a look around (forced by Rouge). Once he reached the back of the mansion, he gasped out loud when he found a woman figure sank in the water.

He frowned in surprise when he saw how you peeked through the water with big eyes, looking at him curiously.

"Hi!" You said adorably.

"Are you... okay?" He said confused.

"Oh! Yes, yes. You are new, right?" He nodded. You said your name charmingly. "I'm a manatee mutant."

"I'm... a wolverine." He said, still confused, although he couldn't lie, you were pretty cute.

Logan, with a lot of questions, left to the inside of the mansion again until the evening, when the kids had already eaten and now it was time for the adults to have dinner.

He was earing Jean, Storm and Scott chat while he sat on the table with a beer.

"Hi!" You said cutely at everyone, and approach to give everyone a hug.

Logan frowned in confusion when no one returned your hug, Scott even lifted his arms to not touch your body.

"Hi, Logan!" You hugged him, and even though he wasn't much of a hugger with strangers, he wrapped his strong arms around your chubby body.

"No!" Jean shouted.

Your pupils dilated, and your hands held his body like he was a lifeline.

"What? What is it?" He said confused.

Ororo rubber her face and Scott chuckled.

"You aren't supposed to hug manatees..." Jean sighed, and Scott laughed more.

"Why? Is she poisoning?" Logan chuckled.

"No... uhm, she gets attached, like... really attached."

He scoffed. "How attached can she get?" He look down at you, who were snuggling against his middle part.

"Like... dependant." Scott crossed his arms. "Try get her off."

Logan frowned and removed his arms from you, trying to remove your arms from his body. His eyes opened wide at the strength you didn't seem to have.

"What-"

"She won't let you go anytime soon." Ororo sighed.

And that was true, you followed Logan around like a puppy, he had to force you to get into water like you had to do once a day, and he had to sat by you while you held his hand or just him watching you while you rolled over the water.

It was pretty cute, you were definitely adorable and cuddly. And since he had already made you dependent on him, he could cuddle you, but... it was weird, right? Cuddle you back, although you didn't really mind.

"No one ever hugged me apart from my mom, I always wanted a hug." You said cutely while your legs moved in the water. "It was nice to get hugged again."

Logan's iron heart was melting at everything you did. Manatees physically cannot be mean because they don't have the genes to be, so you were a little soft ball of love, affection and cuddles.

Logan was surprised that he didn't actually mind, and the test if the team was surprised too. He liked you, well, it was impossible not to like you. But he enjoyed having you around.

Slowly, he began to cuddle you back. At first, it was a hand on the small of your back, then another hand on your side, then some kisses on your forehead, then caressing and playing with your head, then it was hugging you from behind and caressing your stomach lovingly. You always squealed and giggled at his touch, snuggling to get more and more. He would always laugh, calling you a "little insatiable thing."

Slowly, those actions turned into more and more romantic, the kisses moving lower until you guys ended up making out, you had to pull away every now and then to grip his shirt and kick your feet of exciment, making Logan chuckle and pepper your face with more kisses, before resuming his previous making-out session.

You are always excited around him, like it's the first time you interact, imagine how you were when he was fucking you.

Oh, damn, you are so loud, he has to wait for everyone to leave or take you to a motel, because you are too loud. One hand is gripping your fat thigh while he pounds aggressively into you, while the other is grabbing your face.

"Still being nice? Still being nice, little where?" He grunts while his thumb gents inside your mouth. "You're so disgustingly loud— fuck! And so damn tight, you wanna hug my cock like you hug me, needy thing?" He teased.

It always ends up with you hugging him like a koala while his thrusts get sloppy, and he holds you close when ropes of warm cum paint your velvety inside.

And the cuddles after that? Even him is kicking his feet.

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okay so I ADORE your chubby reader x logan fics and drabbles, so I wanna know like which logan would be into a chubby reader more (like origins, trilogy, etc) thank youuuuu

OMG THIS IS IT. YES, ILL TELL YOU. Walk with me.

so, trilogy logan. It's not that he is not into a chubby girl, but it takes a while for him to realize how hot chubby women are, probably if you flirt with him, he'll definitely flirt back and more, while he drools, of course.

origins logan is such a cutie patootie. He wants to settle down, he is not into one-night stands, and he definitely wants his girl to have where to grab. He loves laying on your tummy while you scratch his hair, he is on his knees everytime you show a bit of skin for him. If you don't usually doll up, whenever you do, he is drooling and worshipping the floor you walk.

dofp logan, he is feral about a chubby girl. We all know this man is disgusting, in a way he is addicted to sex, and when he lays eyes on you, he wants to bite your chubby tummy, your fat thighs, your breasts, and cover you in marks. He needs you on his face, he wants those thighs on the sides of his head and that ass and that cunt to suffocate him. He goes several rounds with you, enamored by how your tits and your rolls bounce, he cums several times but gets hard in a second, ready to go for more. And he definetly goes for some dirty talk, telling you how much he loves your fat cunt, how warm and sweet it is, making you shiver.

worst logan, he is so touch starved, love starved. Simply starved. So when you come to him, all sweet, soft and ridiculously hot, he is sighing like a teenager in love. He smiles like an idiot whenever you come around, always saying "Hi Logan!" And he smiles, completely enamored "Hi sugar", and he loves the blush on your cheeks. He loves even more the blush you have when he is thrusting into you like a damn animal, how you moan and try covering your mouth with the back of your hand, almost crying at how good it feels. He doesn't talk, he can't talk, he is feeling too good to even dare to speak.

anyways, logan is always down for a chubby girl, is like chocolate, he is always in the mood.

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Why do you feel the need to defend a man you've never met... I love Logan as much as everyone else but girl. come on. Hugh isn't Logan, you don't know that rich senior citizen nor his relationship. Please stop being so parasocial when you do not know this man.

Shit, Anon you caught me

I’m not out here obsessively tracking Hugh Jackman’s every move or acting like most people. I get that it can come across as parasocial, and I apologize if it does. But let me clarify: This blog is SATIRE jokes

I defend him because of what he shows to the public — he speaks out for important causes and advocates for people in meaningful ways. Based on what he’s chosen to share with his audience, he seems like a genuine person. I know public personas are carefully managed, and we don’t have insight into his private life, but it’s valid to appreciate what he’s done publicly without crossing into parasocial behavior.

As for the cheating rumors, they’re coming from gossip pages. Hugh and Sutton made their relationship public themselves, so there’s no hidden scandal here. I’m not some braindead user stalking his every move — I’m just basing my opinion on the information available.

At the end of the day, people glorify terrible celebrities all the time, and I’m allowed to still like him, and I don’t think that makes me parasocial. If I’m parasocial for giving you accessible reasons to like Hugh Jackman, then that’s fine — you don’t have to like him, I get it. But the people digging 10+ years into the past to find reasons to tear him down? Then who’s really being parasocial.

Nobody talks about how Ryan Reynolds got married on a fucking plantation but I digress.

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The roman empire of any gay trans masc is to have gay situationship with a cis man and that he treats you like his loving treasure to then ghost you and get into a relationship with a cis woman in a week. (Talking from experience)

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logan howlett x chubby!fem!reader.

Imagine Logan but like Logan in X-Men 1, swooning around Jean until she has a mission, so he actually starts to check the mansion around.

And, oh, he almost wants to kill himself when he sees you, the phycology teacher.

You are simply soft, you wear your cute outfits, a lot of 2000s fashion, your chubby belly squeezed in your clothes, making you look like a damn tease for him, so freaking turned on and with the feral need to nibble at your hips violently.

He almost wants to rip your flesh, like when you see a really cute puppy. You are not just cute. I mean, you are pretty cute, yeah, but you are hot, like fucking burning hot.

When Jean comes back from her mission, he sees Logan following you around like a lost puppy, and she thinks that was gonna stop after a few days, but it didn't, he was all over you all the time.

And with you, he discovered what Jean didn't give him and he craved. Jean only gave him some glances that didn't lead to anything, some flirty comments that died after being said. But you? You did all that with him and actually approached, actually tried back, it was clearly mutual, and how it always had to be. Two grown-ups flirting with each other's type.

And oh, Logan was weak for a woman like you, he would tattoo the face you put the first time he lifted you, you squealed and giggled around him.

And if you are a tall woman, he loves seeing you in heels, being as tall as him, and how his hands reach your ass comfortably. And of course, he loves the moment when you can't barely walk and he gets to lift you bridal style.

He is simply obsessed, and can't believe he didn't meet you before because he was all around Jean, so he cherished every second he spent with you.

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my new glasses are getting here today with the drops so I'll be able to write more (I think)

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lol srry but you guys like care a lot bout this whole situation and I'm sorry but get a life you don't know this people

facts.

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Y'know, I see a lot of posts urging people to comment on fics, so I just want to say, to all the people who do comment, and especially the long commenters:

thank you.

Long comments can be time-consuming. They can be difficult to write, but you leave them anyway!

Thank you, thank you, thank you, to everyone who comments.

You are the highlight of fanfiction writers' days.

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private meeting. howard stark x male reader.

synopsis: howard and you get interrupted during your private meeting.

cw: sub!reader, dom!howard, blowjob, secret relationship, 1940s context, getting caught, sunshine!howard x grumpy!reader.

Howard was kneeling in front of his desk, your left hand gripped the edge of the wooden desk while the other gripped his dark hair.

Your shirt was unbuttoned and open, your tie was loose and being held in your teeth, your dressing trousers were smudged in your ankles, you were holding yourself on your tiptoes while your body shivered.

"Howard, Howard, gosh..." You moaned as your boyfriend bobbed his head back and forth, his mouth wrapped around your cock.

"Quiet, darlin'." He said, kissing the tip of your cock before shoving it back into his mouth.

You moved the hand that was in his hair to cover your mouth, feeling your climax getting closer and closer.

Your eyes widened when you felt it coming, you were so close, you were about to—.

"Howard, we were wondering if—." Steve's jaw fell open, Peggy covered her mouth in shock.

Howard quickly stood up again, his knees wobbly from all the time he spent on them, you shoved your boxers and pants up again.

"You haven't heard of knocking?" You said, clearly frustrated that they messed your climax.

"Please, don't say anything about this." Howard said quickly to the couple. "No one can know about this..." He sighed.

"We won't say a word, Howard, don't worry." Peggy said, since Steve was still shocked.

"Good." He tried to recover your breath while you were sitting on the chair, your shirt already inside your trousers, your arms crossed.

"We.... we'll leave you to it." Peggy dragged Steve out the office and closed the door.

Howard leaned against the desk, looking at you with a little smirk.

"What's with the grumpy face?"

"I hate you." You groaned.

"Love you too." He kissed the top of your head.

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yesterday I watched captain america the first avenger and I saw this mother fucker again and, excuse me, but that little mustache he has going on there, that screams gay. Prepare yourself I'm gonna write him. Beware.

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old rogers. young!bucky barnes x older!fem reader.

synopsis: bucky had a crush on you since he was fourteen years old, and now, at twenty-four years old, finally gets a chance to make a move.

cw: riding, unprotected piv mommy kink, a little bit of nudity, masturbation, silly teen crush, Freud mentioned but really bad explanation, flirting, sub!top reader, dom!bottom bucky, age gap, secret relationship, crempie, Bucky cums a lot.

a ten nsfw chapter series masterlist.

Bucky and Steve had been friends since high school, and the connection they had was evident. Bucky adored Steve, he was truly his best friend, he wouldn't change him for anything, he wouldn't ever want to push him away.

But going to the beach with Steve's family was always so freaking hard. His mom and dad were the sweetest, his little brother was so fun too. The problem was you.

You were already in college when Steve introduced Bucky to the family. He was fourteen while you were already twenty, and of course you realized how enamored he was with you. He loved your laugh and your eyes, he could've stared at your face for hours, but he couldn't, you were his best friend's older sister and you even had a boyfriend at the time, and clearly, he wasn't old enough. And also, you hadn't even interacted with him a lot, since you were always studying or in college.

But that year, it was the first beach vacation you shared with your family and Bucky. He was already twenty-four, and you were thirty, two adults, right? But still, you were off range, you were his best friend's older sister.

But still, he couldn't help but stare. You were tanning with a towel and an umbrella, you had undone the knot of your bikini and you were laying on your tummy to tan your back smoothy.

He was almost drooling with his milkshake in hand, he felt like a hormonal teen. He thought this was over, that it was just a stupid crush with the first mature, hot girl he saw when he was fourteen, since he went to a only boys school. But it seemed that it wasn't, because he felt like the first time he laid eyes on you.

"Jamie." You called, lifting your sunglasses, and smiling gently at him.

"Y-yeah?" He swallowed hard.

"Can I have a sip?" You rolled over your back, your bikini top still untied. The top was covering almost all of your breasts. Almost. The curve of your tits was completely on sight.

"Sure..." I said with an enamored sigh, drooling at the sight of your tanned skin.

He approached, sitting next to you and handing you the milkshake. You grabbed the straw in your lips without using your hands, sipping from it as you looked at him in his eyes. Once you swallowed the white beverage, you smiled at him. "Thanks."

He nodded quickly, casually standing back up and running to the bathroom. Once inside, he covered his mouth with his free hand while the other was in charge of stroking his cock tightly. He focused on imagining it was your mouth, or your cunt, whatever you would let him use.

(...)

The second day was even worse, you had another bikini now, a red wine one. The color suited you beautifully, your skin glowing in the sun while you read a book.

He took a breath, preparing himself to approach now.

He, nervously, approached and sat next to you. "H-hey." He swallowed hard.

You turned to him and smiled instantly, he felt his heart flutter, and his cock throb. You removed your glasses and closed your book, the attention was making him even more nervous.

"Hi, Jamie." You smiled, you were the only one who called him that, you did it since you met him and he had fantazised for nights with you moaning that stupid nickname.

"What were you reading?" He tried to make conversation.

"My good friend, Sigmund Freud." You chuckled, showing him the book. "Some psychology thing I remembered I read in college. But let's not talk about me, how are you doing now? Gonna enlist?" You asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm... I'm enlisting." He said, smiling stupidly.

"Isn't it kinda scary? I mean, I freak out with just the idea of going."

"Well, it is scary, but it's scarier to think of my loved ones being in danger, you know."

You smiled lovingly, your eyes shining. If he were a dog, he would have started wagging his tail with just that sight.

"You are really brave, Jamie, I like that." You smiled.

He felt his heart skip a bit, his stomach flipping with exciment, he was about to fucking vomit a bouquet of flowers and give it—

That was it. Flowers. He needed to get you flowers, that was it.

He blushed and rubbed the nape of his neck. "Ah, it's nothing, it's just how I feel, I guess."

"I always knew you were kind-hearted."

He felt like you were flirting. Were you flirting with him? He had flirted with women before, but he had totally forgotten how to answer to any compliment. His brain was blank.

"You were always sweet with me, I wouldn't treat you any different." He smiled back, resting on his forearm.

You bit your lip as you smiled, clearly flustered at his comment.

Yes, Barnes, fucking yes. Smart mother fucker. (More like sister fucker.)

"Well, you were worthy of my kindness I guess, you always treated Steve really good, I knew I could trust you that." You shifted a bit to face him better.

"Trust me what?" He furrowed his brows slightly.

"I knew you would take good care of someone you appreciated." You smirked a bit. "So I knew I could trust you my baby bro." You giggled a bit.

He blushed heavily, but tried to act non chalantly.

This is the moment, Bucky, think, think, you gotta give a more explicit sign, come on. Use that stupid head of yours. He thought.

He pretended to think once he had the most risky comment in the tip of his mouth. "You think... I could take good care of you?" He finally looked at you in the eye, his icy blue eyes piercing yours.

You blushed more, your lips parting because of the surprise.

Before you could answer, your younger brother shoot both of you with a water gun.

"Greg! You little shit, I'm gonna kill you!" You said as you grabbed your soaked book.

Greg just laughed and ran away.

"Mom! Greg ruined my book!" You complained, cursing under your breath.

Then, you put a hand on Bucky's right shoulder. Your hand was warm, but the water made it cool down a bit. Still, your touch, even if it was a few seconds, was soft and delicate. His breath hitched as he looked up at you.

"I'll be right back." You said, before going with your parents.

When you came back, Bucky wasn't there. You were confused, but assumed he got bored waiting since you took really long.

Bucky was for his third orgasm already and his cock wouldn't stop getting hard at the memory of the whole interaction.

(...)

The third day, you weren't at the beach at all. Bucky looked around like a lost puppy, trying to get a glance of you, but nothing.

"Hey, your sister didn't come." He said casually to Steve.

"Ah, yeah, she told me to let you know she would stay in her bedroom. I think it's because you were having a chat before Greg got annoying, right?" Steve answered.

Was that it? Could that be the sign he was waiting for?

"Yeah. Yeah, sure." He said, casually, trying to ignore the throb of his cock.

Bucky didn't even bother to put a shirt on, he almost jumped all the way to your hotel room. He knocked on the door eagerly, and a few seconds later, you opened the door.

You were in a pair of grey shorts, a wide t-shirt, clearly no bra on, your hair wet and dump, you had just jumped out of the shower, and that just made him more excited.

"I was wondering when you were gonna show up." You smiled, letting him come in.

"Steve told me you wanted to keep chatting with me." He smiled as he sat on your bed. He smiled back, he had more confidence, he could sense that you wanted him back, and he was just getting more and more excited.

"Stupid Greg made me not want to go out today, I loved that book." You huffed before you sat next to him. "But I felt we had a chat pending." You sat sideways, holding your body in your right hand as you looked at him

"Do we?" He smiled a bit, but internally, he was shivering.

"You know I'm a bit too old, right?" You started. He nodded quickly. "And you know I'm your best friend's sister." He nodded again. "Alright."

You sat straight and pushed him to make him lay on his back. Bucky's pupils went wide when you began to crawl on top of him. "So, when Steve asks, we were reading about Freud, right?"

He nodded eagerly, his lips parted as he sighed, your hands ran up his bare torso.

"You got huge this time, you lift a lot?" You asked, squeezing his muscles with a smile.

He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. "Yeah, a-about a hundred and fourty pounds."

"Hundred and fourty pounds?" You said impressed. "You could lift any girl you want." You teased with a smile. You leaned down, your lips pressed against his sun-kissed collarbone.

"Y-yeah..."

"Could you lift me?" You asked in whispers as your kisses began to climb their way to his throat.

"I..." He sighed of pleasure. "I would love to."

You giggled, the sound making Bucky shiver. His shaking hands moved to grab your clothed waist.

"Steve can't know about this, okay?" You said, your eyes in his, your hands cupping his cheeks.

He nodded obediently and quickly, he sank his fingertips a bit harder into your waist, while his eyes darted between your soft plump lips and your eyes.

"Gonna be good f'r me?" You ran your fingers through his hair.

"Yes, yes, I'll— I'll do anything for you." He muttered. You smiled, and he noticed how much he loved the way your eyes crinkled. He leaned a bit, and he forced himself to not moan when his lips brushed against yours.

Your hand held the back of his neck and you pressed a soft kiss on his lips. That was it? Right? Just— just a kiss? He thought.

(...)

"Oh, fuck!" You moaned out loud while your hips snapped into his.

His eyes were wide as he had his face buried in the crook of your neck. Moaning, drooling, babbling, he was totally overwhelmed, trying so hard not to come too quick like he already did. Three times.

He felt lime a virgin teen, when he was an adult man and definetly not a virgin.

You were riding him so skillingly, you knew some much, he felt just dumb, he gave in the second you had pushed him in that bed. His hands were gripping your back while his legs shook of overstimulation. You were whining and moaning in his ear as you scratched down his back, using him like the perfect sex toy he was.

"Gimme another one." You mumbled in his ear, making him sob a moan again. "C'mon, I'm so close, make me cum, baby."

He pulled away a second, his hands running through your sides as he got drunk in the sight of you. Your soft tanned tummy, your pretty arms, your pink cunt sucking his cock, and your beautiful, bouncing tits.

He sank his face there, sucking them, biting them, while his hands gripped your middle back.

"You like my tits? Wanna get nursed like a baby?" You teased a bit, between moans.

He looked up at you, glassy blue eyes into yours, he squeezed your body, his cock throb and all for the thought of you taking good care of him. For the thought of being your baby.

You saw his eyes full of hunger and desire and kissed him gently, pulling his hair delicately, you started to ride him slower.

"C'mon..." You said softly. "Take what you want."

He didn't have to think twice, he grabbed your left nipple in his mouth, and sucked like he could get milk from it. Your hand ran through his hair, stroking him, petting him.

"That's a good boy, making mommy feel good."

Something snapped at him, like a rubber band. He moaned, and whined like a hurt dog as he sucked and sucked. He planted his feet on the mattress, and he began to thrust upwards, his tip directly hitting your cervix.

He heard you gasped and moan out loud, your nails sank on his shoulders as you tried to find support.

"Mommy, mommy..." He moaned feraly in your ear. "So good, so good, tell me I'm good, mommy..." He begged in sobs.

Your nails were almost piercing his skin. "S-so good, baby, so f-f-freaking great for mommy."

He moaned with just your words, keeping his pace. "Gonna fill you up so good, lemme fill you up, lemme make you a mommy."

His primal needs made his eyes go blurry, he was so desperate to cum, he needed to fill you nice and good, knock you up, having your round and fat with him.

"Baby, you know you can't..." You said breathless.

"Please, please, please, please..." He begged, his sobs filled the room with the slapping sound of his balls against your skin. "I can't pull out, I can't— I can't, please, let me fill you..." He almost cried in your shoulder.

How could you say no to him? How could you deny him anything if he spoke in that tone?

"C'mon, baby, fill momma up." You mumbled in his ear and he moaned at the permission.

"Thank you, oh, mommy, thank you..." He cried as his thrusts began to get sloppier and sloppier.

You pulled his hair and clenched around his shaft. You moaned loudly, and your back arched in his embrace when your climax almost made you tear up.

With that, the gave a final thrust and came inside, his cum filling and spilling all over your bed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't stop, I just can't—" he sobbed, holding your body against him as he kept coming. He never came this much, but the orgasm he just had... you might have ruined him for the rest of women.

"Shh, it's okay, baby, don't worry about it. You did great." You kissed his face gently, making him purr at the soft aftermath.

(...)

"So, what did you guys do?" Steve asked, when all of his family, including you, were having dinner.

"Ah, she showed me a book he had, one Freud wrote." Bucky said casually.

"Wasn't that the one who fucked his mom?" Steve's dad said.

Bucky nearly chocked with his food.

"Dad! Don't be stupid! He didn't fuck his mom, he had his arguments about the unconscious desire of having sexual relationships with the opposite gender parent, like the myth of Oedipus." You explained. "It's a normal sexual wish that kids have when they are really young, and that feeling disappears once they grow, it's almost biological."

"Well, some dudes still have some of that, am I right?" Your dad chuckled.

"Dad, quit it—"

"You know what I mean, Barnes." He elbowed Bucky, whose face was red as a tomato.

"Y-Yeah, sure."