#him showing Vanessa saying how perfect it is

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What Vanessa was actually thinking during this FNAF scene

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tell me, what's your size? | s. hanta

s: when a night in with your best friend turns into something more than just watching a shitty tv show, you start rethinking the friendship status of your relationship.

w: explicit sexual content, blowjobs, mentions of gossip girl lol

n: betaread by @jemifis 💕 read on ao3

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“This show is so stupid,” Sero says with a mouthful of popcorn, making you laugh.

“Oh, I know you love it,” you answer, nudging his shoulders.

“Aren't these characters supposed to be sixteen?!”

“Yeah, well.” You shrug.

“Why does a sixteen year old boy suddenly own a strip club?”

“It’s just a dumb show, Hanta.”

“And Vanessa is so annoying,” he continues, “she’s only getting in the way of Serena and Dan.”

You laugh, shaking your head. For someone who said he didn’t like Gossip Girl , he sure does care a lot about it.

“I mean, I feel her,” you say, grabbing more popcorn to eat, “if my childhood best friend got a girlfriend, I’d–”

You stop yourself, realizing you almost spilled the biggest secret of your life.

“You’d what?” He gives you a teasing smile and you shake your head quickly.

“Nothing,” you say, returning your attention to the television. “It’s just a stupid show, anyway.”

Sero scoffs, scooping more popcorn from the bowl sitting in the middle of you two. You sneak a peak and watch the veins of his forearms as he brings the snack to his lips and licks the salt in there. His back is curved and he’s wearing a loose t-shirt, the same one you keep in a drawer in your bedroom in case he decides to show up and spend the night.

A scenario that has happened many times before.

However, it’s different this time. It’s been a couple of weeks since you had sex with him, and it only intensified your feelings for him. You can’t stop noticing the small details about him, like the way he bites the corner of his bottom lip when he’s focused on something in a very adorable way, or the way his hands wrap around the steering wheel when he drives. How his throat bobs when he has a drink, or how his chest looks in his skin-tight hero suit.

Small things that turn you on.

Sero kept his promise, though. He promised your friendship wouldn’t be ruined and it would be like nothing had happened. And, the next day, when you woke up at his place, wearing a big shirt of his, he made you breakfast and you talked about anything other than the night you spent together. While you’re glad things didn’t change, you got this feeling deep in your guts.

Or better, in the middle of your legs.

You want to do it again. Your first time was perfect, nothing to complain about. But you’d be lying if you said you haven’t thought about the many other positions and things you want to try. But the subject never came up and now it’s been three weeks, and you’d feel awkward if you did talk about it.

“A picture lasts longer, you know,” Sero suddenly says, making you jump back to reality. A nervous laugh escapes your lips and you turn your gaze back to the television, “What’s wrong?”

You shrug, “Nothing.”

Sero narrows his eyes, watching your profile in the dimly lit room. The blues and yellows from the TV reflect on your skin, giving you a special glow. You look beautiful like this, he thinks, no make up, dressed in just your pajamas. The spaghetti strap of your top falls off your shoulders and he has to hold himself not to put it back in its place. Because if he does, he won’t be able to get his hands off you.

Oh, how he missed the feeling of your skin against his. Your lips on his, your fingers gripping him tightly, your hot breath on his ear…

He swallows hard, clutching the bowl of popcorn tighter to hide his sudden erection. You look back at him with an amused smile.

“A picture lasts longer, you know,” you mirror his words, mocking his voice. When Sero doesn’t laugh, your smile fades away, “What?”

He shakes his head, but holds his gaze, “Nothing.”

You're the one who ends up breaking eye contact, looking back at the TV, but not really watching the show. Because, right now, you can't stop thinking about his lips on your neck, a ghost of a memory from that night.

“Hanta,” you call his name, eyes still on the shitty TV show.

“Yeah?”

“Do you ever think about that night?”

He widens his eyes as his head snaps back to face you, but you keep looking at the TV, although you feel his intense stare. A single pause hangs in the air before he answers.

“Yes.”

You hold your breath, inhaling deeply, preparing yourself for what you want to say next.

“Do you ever want to repeat it?”

“Yes,” the answer comes immediately. “Do you?”

Warmth spreads on your cheeks as you look back at him. You've never seen such hunger in his eyes, such desire. His pupils are blown out, his chest rises and falls quickly with anticipation, his face has a rouge rubor on the cheeks.

“Yes,” you answer, and then it happens quickly.

The bowl of popcorn is on the floor, the contents of it all over the rug, but you don't care. Because Sero’s lips are on yours in a second, his hands cupping your face strongly, but not enough to hurt. He slips his tongue past your lips and you allow him, having missed the taste of him so much. Sero leans over you, forcing you to lay back on the couch as his hands slip under your pajama top, cupping your breasts as if you're going to run away. A gasp escapes your lips once you pull away from him for a second.

“Wait!” You say, pushing him away. He looks at you with confused eyes, but pulls his hands away from you. “Can I… can I suck you?”

Sero almost chokes on his own spit, but manages to swallow back the grunt that made its way to his throat, “Are-are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, pushing him away and sitting on the couch as your lips reconnect with his again. You’re getting good at this; Sero’s hands try to grab your hips, but you’re already kneeling on the floor, in between his legs.

“Angel…”

“Guide me through it?” You don’t let him change his mind, your shaky hands reaching to pull the elastic band of his sweatpants down.

His half hard cock sits pretty on his lower stomach and your mouth is already watering. With a hesitant hand, you gently grab his shaft and start stroking it.

“What do I do?”

When you look back to him, Sero has a hand on his mouth, face beet red, in a way you've never seen before. He's holding back his groans and his erection only grows as your delicate hands wrap around it.

“Hanta?” You stop your movements and look back with concerned eyes.

“Hold it more on the tip,” he finally says, and you obey, adjusting your grip on him, “Your– Rub your thumb on the slit in the head…”

With a frown of concentration, you rub the pad of your thumb where he told you to. Warm, clear liquid comes out of his cock, coating your finger and you stop for a second to observe it. Then, you bring your thumb to your lips, wrapping around the digit and tasting the salty fluid.

“Fuck, Angel,” Sero moans at the sight, “T-try licking it up.”

He wasn't expecting this. Your sudden confident – and curious – attitude turns him on in a way he never thought it would. Yes, he imagined you kneeling before him many times, but he didn't think it would happen like this. He thought you would need more convincing, but it was a surprise that you brought it up.

You stick out your tongue and give an experimental lick on the tip of his dick, tasting the salty, strange texture of it. Sero moans as you try again and again, until your lips are wrapping around him.

“Oh, shit,” he whines as you try to get more of him in your mouth, your drool starting to cover the length of him, “Yes, baby, just like that.”

You gently bob your head up and down, as his hand rests on the top of your head, encouraging you to go deeper. Sero throws his head back, beads of sweat gathering on his forehead as his breathing gets heavier.

“Stroke what you can't suck, angel.” He grows more confident as you do what he says. You're so eager, so curious to learn, and that not only makes him harder, but also makes him feel almost proud of you. When the tip of him reaches your throat, you slightly gag, pulling away. He looks concerned as he asks, “Woah, are you okay?”

You nod, taking a deep breath, and starting over, licking him up, stroking him, and wrapping your lips around him. Your pace grows quicker and more intense, and Sero doesn't think he can hold himself anymore.

“You're gonna make me come.”

When you look back at him, he's covering his mouth as he stares at you, a deep shade of red still painting his cheekbones.

“Should I swallow?” You ask, looking into his eyes. Sero involuntarily bucks his lips and groans, closing his eyes and throwing his head back on the couch again, “Hanta?”

He swears he tries to answer, but when your pretty hands are wrapped around him, it's hard to concentrate. He babbles a response, but you don't quite understand it.

“Huh?”

“Yes!” He snaps, looking back at you with desperate eyes, “Swallow everything, like the good girl you are!”

The words send a wave of arousal through your body, straight to the middle of your legs. You work harder, until he's moaning and whining your name, bucking his hips uncontrollably into your mouth. With a final jerk upwards, you feel Sero's cock twitch in your mouth as he reaches his climax. A warm, thick liquid fills your mouth, and the sensation is odd - but your urge to have his semen coat your throat is overpowering, and you quickly work to swallow it all. In an attempt to down every last drop, you continue sucking and lap at the tip with your tongue, causing Sero to whine out and thrust into you a couple more times while riding out the wave of his orgasm.

Once the man's movement stops, you slowly lift yourself from him. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, and look up to see Sero's flushed expression, his head tilted back, eyes closed and mouth slightly open, still panting. A few seconds pass with the both of you catching your breath, before Sero moves to look at you again.

“Shit, baby,” Sero breathes out, grabbing your face and gently pulling you up to stand, and smashes his lips on yours harder than ever. You barely notice the way he pulled your shorts down, leaving you naked from the waist down.

He pulls you to straddle him, each leg beside his thighs, deepening the kiss and hugging you close, grabbing your hips, thighs and ass. You whine as he squeezes your buttcheeks hard, pushing your hips against his.

“How did I do?” You ask, after pulling away from him, gasping for air.

“You did amazing, angel.” Sero smiles down at you. “I have to pay you back.”

A yelp escapes your lips when he wraps his arms around you and moves to lay on his side on the couch, taking you with him. He lets you adjust your legs, so one is not crushed under his and the other is wrapped around his hip. One of his arms serves you as a pillow, while his other hand snakes through your body. He doesn’t waste time, and dips his fingers in between your folds.

“Fuck, look how wet you are already,” he says, coating his fingers with your arousal and rubbing the most sensitive part of you, earning a whine from your lips. He muffles it with his own lips as he pushes a finger inside you, having you tense your muscles for a moment and then relax into his arms. Pulling you closer, he adds another finger in and curls them both. You think you see stars under your eyelids as he hits a spot you didn’t even know it existed.

“Hanta,” you murmur into his lips and that only makes him press into you harder.

“It’s okay, angel, just let it go,” he whispers, “you did so well today, you deserve this.”

Your moans echo through your apartment walls as you come, clamping around his fingers.

“Good girl.” He praises you, riding your orgasm down, until you calm down again, “Good girl, angel.”

Sero kisses your forehead and holds you in place for a moment before pulling his fingers out of you. You don’t push him away and he doesn’t let you go from his embrace. It’s nice here, his warm skin and distinct smell makes you want to live in his arms forever. It takes a moment for you to remember you are just friends.

“Sero…”

“Yeah?”

You pause, burying your face in his neck. “Someone’s gotta clean the floor.”

He bursts in laughter as you refer to the popcorn on the floor.

“I’ll do it.” He intends to stand up, but you hold him in place.

“Later,” you mumble, indulging just a little more in his presence.

“Yeah,” he laughs, “later.”

[earthchica]

whiskey kisses

logan howlett x black! reader

summary: You are sexually frustrated and Wade tries to hook you up with Logan.

warning: explicit smut (18+), drinking alcohol, protected sex, dirty talking, foreplay, oral & vaginal fingering (f), pet names (sweet pea, baby, etc.)

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"Hey Peter, how about another round?" You inquired with a smile, sliding your empty glass across the counter.

You were attending a party that your neighbor friend, Wade Wilson was throwing.

He's been encouraging you to socialize more ever since your messy divorce.

So here you were, all dressed up and feeling pretty. You were told there would be eligible bachelors here which got you thinking about having a lighthearted post-divorce fling.

You jolted back to reality when a familiar voice called your name. You swiveled around to find Wade.

"Anyone caught your eye yet?" He chirped, plopping down beside you at the small bar.

"Wade, you promised eligible bachelors at this party, but I'm not spotting any," You exclaimed, swiveling on your stool to scan the room.

"Yeah…I know sweet pea. I just told you that so you can hook up with the perfect guy to blow your back out" He quipped, gesturing towards Logan who was sitting in the corner, sipping a glass of whiskey.

"What about Logan? He's single, trustworthy, and easy on the eyes.," He whispered that last part with a grin.

"No, Wade. No, I can't ask him. That would be weird; plus he's a friend," You declined, shaking your head.

"Why the hell not? Maybe he'd say yes if you asked. Come on, you asked me for help and I've given it to you" He pressed.

"Ugh…what? No way…I can't just be like, 'Hey, logan feeling lonely, wanna…you know fuck?" You joked, rolling your eyes.

"Oh my god, if you go up and say that to him…I think I'll die happy" Wade says, sharing a glance with you, and you both burst into laughter.

"Okay, that was a bit much, but still. Logan….I don't think he's the type of guy who would be into that"

"_____, I'm gonna be honest. You gotta stop being so fucking uptight and just go with the flow, sweet pea"

"Whoa, hold up! I am not uptight," You fire back, arms crossed in defense.

"sweet pea, this is me you're talking to. You know I'm right" He teases, raising an eyebrow.

"Ugh…fine," You shake your head, slightly irritated. "Yay, now come on!" He chuckles, tugging you along.

"Where are we going?" You ask, feeling a bit jittery.

"Going to have fun, something you're overdue for," Wade replies, pulling you to the dance floor.

You take a deep breath, let loose, and groove to the music, swinging your hips from side to side.

"Oh look who's watching you," He whispers in your ear, and Logan looks at you with a deep gaze, jealousy gracing his face.

He was eyeing you like a lion tracking its prey, a new look that intrigued you.

It's kind of, a turn-on.

"Take the hint!" Wade nudges before going to join Vanessa. A favorite song of yours started blasting.

It was time to crank up the sass and put on a show for his eyes only. You shut your eyes and let your hips groove, causing a commotion with your ass.

A cheeky grin crept onto your face as a familiar hand landed on your lower back.

"You took your sweet time," You teased, sensing his flawless frame snug against yours.

His touch glided over the silky material of your dress as we swayed in sync on the dance floor, perfectly attuned to each other's beat.

"You look so gorgeous tonight, sweetheart. I couldn't keep my eyes off of you…I've been holding back saying this but I want you," Logan murmurs in your ear.

"What do you mean, you want me?" You inquire, fully aware of his intentions, yet craving to hear him verbalize them.

"You know what I mean! I'm attracted to you, always have been. When we first met I thought you were the most gorgeous woman" he declares, gently turning your body to meet his gaze.

His gaze pierced through you, those hazel brown eyes longing for something untold.

"You'll be amazed by how irresistible I am," You teased, nervously nibbling on your lip.

His lips inch closer to your ears, the warmth of his breath dancing tantalizingly on your brown skin.

"Can I kiss you?" he murmurs, and in a split second, you yank him closer for a fiery smooch, tangling your fingers in his hair.

His hands decided to take a detour from your waist to my backside, giving it a playful pat.

Breaking away from the kiss, he rose to his full height, enjoying how he towered you.

"Let's go somewhere…more private" he declares, not bothering to hear your response.

You both waved goodbye to everyone, made your grand exit, and quickly made it to your apartment

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"I'm gonna fuck you so good, you'll forget your name" Logan whispered, leaving kisses down the back of your neck.

You both triumphantly crossed the threshold of your front door, while kissing and touching all over.

Logan pulls away to lift you up and secure your legs around his waist, before carrying you to your bedroom following your instructions.

He sets you down on the bed before enjoying you. He begins kissing and caressing your neck.

His hand moves under your dress to softly stroking through your panties.

You gently pushed him back, removing his shirt and tossing it across the room. Then, your hands move to his pants' belt.

You played with the belt for a second until it was finally unlatched. You noticed a noticeable bulge starting to emerge in his underwear.

You lightly grazed against his pants, and he let out a groan. You swiftly turned him onto his back and liberated him from his pants and underwear.

You couldn't resist a dramatic gasp! You looked at his big, juicy erect member.

How the hell was that going to fit?

"This is all for you, amor" Logan teases, almost tearing your dress off in one swift move!

He let out a gasp when he caught a glimpse of your big, plump breasts and your black panties

"Oh sweetheart, you have the most perfect tits I have ever seen," He says, cheekily flipping you over and playfully swiping your panties off!

He makes his way down to your entrance, giving you a few light circle strokes before inserting two fingers into your dripping core.

"Logan, please!" You moaned in pleasure, trying to push him away because the faster he thrust his fingers in and out of you.

The louder you get.

"Tell me what you want, baby? and I'll give it to you" He asks, pressing his forehead against mine while still fingering the heck out of you.

"I-I-want you to fuck me." You screamed through your orgasm and as you came down from your high.

Logan begins leaving sweet kisses down your neck as you catch your breath.

"Do you have a condom?" You asked, watching him slurp his fingers spotless. He nodded and dashed off the bed to grab one from his pants.

Logan gets back on the bed, rolling the condom on his member before spreading your legs open to position himself at your core

"Ahh Fuck!" You gasped, feeling how huge he was and loving how he stretched you out.

You placed your hand on his hip as he began to thrust in and out, holding your waist.

"Shit baby…you feel like heaven. I could stay inside of you forever" His thrusts became faster, looking down, admiring the way his member moves in and out of you.

"Logan, don't stop" You let out a dramatic moan as he lifted you and plopped down on his back.

"I would never stop" He starts pounding up into you with some unbelievable force, making you scream in pleasure.

You threw your head back, placing your hands on his chest; trying to match his rhythm of thrust.

"Yes! Yes! Just like that" You moaned, feeling another orgasm getting closer and closer.

"You like that huh, does it feel good? You've always dreamed of this moment huh, baby?" Logan moans, grabbing your breast for a second, letting you bounce up and down his shaft.

"Yes, so good! It feels so good, Logan" You cried as he kept going and going, feeling like you were gonna lose your damn mind.

He stopped you for a second and pulled out, changing the position with your face down and your ass up.

"Oh…baby. You also have the most perfect ass" Logan groans, smacking your ass over and over again while pounding into your core.

"LOGAN!" You cried, feeling yourself getting close to the edge. He brought you up and wrapped his hand around your throat while his other hand rubbed your entrance.

"Come. Come for me, my sweet girl!" He whispers in your ear, and you let out a scream, feeling the great release.

Logan curses while pulling out, rips the condom off, and comes all over your ass.

You landed smack on your belly, catching a mischievous grin on his face before closing your eyes.

"Fuck…I love you…You are so…" Realizing what he was saying, Logan went into full panic mode.

He looked down to see your reaction but breathed a sigh of relief realizing you were out cold.

[icarusredwings]

i *live* for your agere wade omg 😢🙏🏻 i also age regress there's just something about your favorite character being like you that makes me smile :) your writing is absolutely wonderful as well!! :3

Hi hon, Im so proud of you for doing what's good for you, and I am so happy that you've found something to enjoy that makes you feel good about yourself.

Thank you so much for the support. I've seen more people mention how excited they were to find cute, mild, and nonnsexual regressions for Wade, so I've decided to put it on A03 for more people to enjoy.

I actually was nervous about posting them in general because of the stigma around it but seeing how supportive you all have been (I dont know why im even shocked) it's made me a little more confident in my writing. I was abused quite a bit as a child, and while I don't regress, I do have a special attachment to my stuffed animals and find comfort in kids' shows. Annnddd, as someone who was working towards becoming a geneticist? It's comforting to know that some very intelligent and successful people also do.

While you're waiting for me to write more or upload to A03, have some HCs:

Depending on what's going on, he fluctuates between 5-8.

Wade has 3 caregivers, Al, Vanessa, and Logan. He loves them all so much but certian care givers are for certain things. Al (Mama) is he goes too for booboos, Ness (Mommy) is who takes him out the most, to the park and doctors (If things get too out of hand, she can pull the "He's my disabled son you bastard" card, and Logan (Kitty) is general. The one youll find when wade is casually colouring or playing tea party with.

He'll take "sippies" but hes a bit too old for them because he chews the tops off.

Cereal, mac and cheese, pizza, bassically anything he already eats as an adult, including spicy tacos.

He doesn't have a lot of toys (and if he does, they're from a give away or a dumpster) so is very possesive of them and will instantly get upset if you try to take them away or "hurt" them.

Wade is the type to just chill with you on the couch and eat snacks if you don't have the energy to play or take him to the park. Even as a child, he was very emotionally intelligent, and it shows.

Most kids would have tantrums, but he seems to either be understanding or go cry in silence while isolated (its what hes used too)

As much as people say he's a potty mouth, I don't see it. Not yet anyway. Sure he'll say "bad words" sometimes but as someone whos used to being screamed at to shut up all the time, I believe he talks so much as an adult BECAUSE he wasn't allowed as a kid so he's more of an observer unless you are unfortunately his favorite and then hes going to tell you random facts.

Oftentimes, the "perfect child" are ones that are independent, quiet, and who monitor their emotions/ actions around other kids and adults. This means being forced to act older than you actually are, walking on eggshells around adults and trying to do things by himself.

He likes to wear clothes that are too big for him rather then tight. (Bonus points if they're a hoodie or a sweater)

He likes baths and sometimes will tell you that his "Skin hurts" when really it's just itchy/peeling/ needs lotion.

He's not big on babytalk but "puppy" "mama" "mommy" "park?" "Kitty scratch bad guys" "I watch tv?" "Go home?" "Play horses?" Are common. Its either small unfinished sentneces or endless rambling with full sentences that repeat themself. Logan has once heard "Did you know-?" 30 times once all in 10 minutes

He has a stuffy of a Wolverine named Fluffy from Kitty, a unicorn named Buttercream from Mommy, and a bear shaped dog toy from Mama. In her defense she didn't know it was a dog toy (because shes blind and cant read duh) but Wade loves it more that it squeaks.

Because kidWade (He is "NOT little", he's a "Big boy") is bigger than them, he has issues playing a little... rough... with other kids. He has infact shoved a kid into the sand while playing tag.

Wade is very erm... possesive.. over his caregivers and will act out if he believes Kitty is ignoring him. Because of their history, hes even more prone to acting out with Ness and has gone as far as telling someone they looked like a burnt quesodilla that "had a baby with a wrinkled cucumber" before (and will do it again)

Flappy hands. Giggles. Screeches. That is all that needs to be said.

Wade likes music, arts, and crafts. Physical exercise is nice too but naps are needed afterwards.

Naps must be willing. If you tell him to go take a nap he'll just stomp his feet and cry that hes "being good" so "doesn't need one" bassically, naps are punishment.

Tw for sensitive topics such as mental and physical health

The worst part about having Wade isn't that he is a "brat" or "bad", no infact wade barley ever is a brat. He's very people pleasing because he just wants as much affection as possible. it's the fact that you can't trick him or keep him from doing something. He's too smart.

"Come on baby, we're going to the park"

"Yay!!- wait.... Mommy... Mommy the park is that way...Mommy this is how you go to the mean doctors! They're gonna rip my teeth out!"

It's even HARDER to care for a kid who can escape literally anything and can run all the way home if you upset him too badly. The only thing really you can do is call a different cg and double up on the reassurance. (And maybe a bribe)

Another thing is that just because he's in this headspace doesn't mean his issues are gone. Between the nightmares, the flashbacks, the scary hallucinations that he can't understand, intrusive thoughts about harming a person, impusive thoughts, and just straight up having to deal with cancer on top of it all, etc.

Do you know how hard it is to explain to a child that they're nauseous and exhausted because the cells inside of him are eating the other cells, dying, and healing all at the same time?

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

can i be honest? im a fan of azul but his dream felt like it lacked impact. there were some very interesting moments and its better than the prediction that he would already be rich and own the world

like really? azul becomes a famous athlete and bullies others, then he takes over night raven? i feel like his struggles with his own identity and food could have been further explored and he is based off of ursula, which should extend to vanessa, right? it was the perfect reason to give him a total makeover and show that he has to be comfortable in his own skin before anything else, even if his other ness was what made him a target of bullying in the first place

your thoughts and worries on book 7 post has affected my perspective and i cant help but feel like something is missing 🥲 maybe all the budget went into Jade and Floyd?

[Referencing this post!]

As I’ve previously expressed, I have a lot of my own complicated feelings about the direction book 7 is taking, specifically with how the OB boys’ dream segments are presented and resolved. Azul’s dream is no different; it felt very contrived due to the formula TWST insists on running with in every new installment. It’s becoming even more apparent with each update, and it is really grating on me.

But!! Before I get to what I believe are shortcomings with Azul’s dream, let’s review what Anon has to say.

I feel like, no matter what, there will always be people claiming that the OB boys’ dreams are “missed opportunities”. This is simply because these characters have much more deep and complex issues than the rest of the cast, so we will naturally scrutinize them more. TWST is basically only able to go with one angle when they tackle the dream, leaving the other threads unexplored. This will surely annoy or disappoint people who wish that TWST would have addressed a different issue instead, or perhaps something closer to their personal interpretation of the events. In Azul’s case, I feel like some people (particularly in the west, not so much in the east) see Azul’s weight concerns or relationship with food as a prominent part of his character, so they wish that book 7 part 10 had looked into that more. However, that was never a big focus in canon, so it follows that TWST would want to dedicate its time and resources to the most pressing thing (which would be more centered on Azul’s general self-confidence, greed, and how those tie into his sense of identity). At the same time, they probably wanted to avoid a lens that is too broad. Having the focus be on Azul’s “otherness” or being an octopus might veer too heavily into something way beyond the scope of the ~10 parts of the story he has to himself.

We also need to consider that these dreams are meant to be shallow interpretations of what the dreamer desires (according to Idia). Only the OB boys get to go more in depth due to bring dragged down into deeper layers of their dreams. Azul wants to be accepted by his peers and is insecure about his lack of athleticism (as one reason why he was bullied was due to not being able to swim as fast as other merchildren). So of course the surface level of his dream makes him a star athlete beloved by all. The whole “his plan succeeds, he steals everyone’s magic, he takes over NRC” thing happens in the second layer of his dream, which, like all previous OB boys, is a dark display of what would have happened had they not been stopped. And finally, Azul being a bully is nothing new—we saw this behavior back in book 3 as well. He became the very thing he despised back when he was a victim, and now he continues to perpetuate that cycle of bullying in an effort to affirm confidence in his “cool” new identity. I think the dream was very intentional in trying to entice him with the promises of power and acceptance. That, in turn, shows us that the desire to be a successful businessman (the thing many of us thought would be his dream) actually hinges on Azul’s longing to be accepted. His struggle with his identity and how it depends on how others perceive him was portrayed. I’m just not sure if the idea was executed in the best way, since it sounds like the message may have gotten muddled along the way and it definitely requires some reading between the lines.

I noticed that you cited my original post where I detailed my concerns about book 7 and how that has influenced your own thoughts 💦 I hope that it just… informed or supplemented your opinions rather than suddenly altered them to be more “in line” with my own. I never want to be the kind of person who claims their interpretations are the “most correct” I’m not Riddle’s mom, okay?? 😭

About Jade and Floyd’s dreams, I feel like those are less heavily critiqued because they, by virtue of not being an OB boy, have fewer stakes and are predominantly there to be silly. It’s like contrasting Epel wanting to be big and buff to Vil literally murdering Neige; there is just no comparison. Even then, I wouldn’t necessarily say Floyd’s and Jade’s parts received “all the budget”… They seemed like pretty basic storylines to me, perhaps dressed up slightly better thanks to the new undersea assets and bioluminescence reveal.

My issues with Azul’s dream segment is how… ham-fisted several elements were. All of it, for the sake of sticking to the pattern already established earlier. It feels so unnatural and stilted because you just KNOW it’s written this way to fit the template 😔 For example:

Why did Jade become SO dumb when they were trying to figure out where Azul had moved the contracts? He’s supposed to be much smarter than how he is presented here. Wouldn’t his immediate thought be to check Azul’s room? But NO, Jade can’t come to that conclusion on his own because we need a contrived reason for each student to use their UM before the ending :/ so Jade has to waste time using his UM to get the truth out of his dream!self.

Jade and Floyd sitting around and going “………….” while they watch Azul make an ass of himself was such a time waster. Clearly you have enough brains to know what would trigger him, so why are you not acting on it???? Oh yeah, because we need to show more cool stuff in this dream like La Grotta!

Azul literally turns to the camera and tells his OB self, “Unlike you, I’ve changed.” It’s way too on the nose with what it’s trying to communicate. It breaks immersion and makes it so obvious the characters are outright stating their character development to make sure we all “get it”.

What was the purpose of Azul using his UM to get the mermobs to sign a contract to give all their power to him???💀 Bro can just say “excuse me, I forgot something back at the Coral Rush field” and they’d probably let him pass. But again, Azul isn’t allowed to do that because he MUST use his UM before the ending. Because Azul’s UM requires that another person willingly agree and sign a contract, his mandatory UM use before the grand finale feels particularly forced.

How many times do I need to listen to Idia/Ortho or other characters warn us about how we can’t have too many people dream hopping or else bugs might happen or Malleus might notice… It’s almost like the devs realize how long this is being dragged out for so they have to remind us every so often.

Not only that, but we get such poorly constructed explanations to keep characters behind while a new character goes with the main group. Why don’t you just leave them all behind once they’re awake then?? Oh yeah, because we NEED to drag along the current student into the next dream so everyone gets a cameo. It’s so inorganic how the characters are chosen to stay behind, Jamil just conveniently volunteers himself while we also listen to another spiel from Silver and Sebek about how their training makes them more stable than the twins to keep dream hopping.

I would actually consider Azul’s dream… serviceable? Like it isn’t fantastic or anything but for what it is, it works. It’s cohesive enough. But god, did I dislike how rigid it was… Nothing happens because it’s natural, it happens because the script demands it happens. To quote another post:

If anyone has played the first Ace Attorney game, this feels a LOT like that part in case 2 where Phoenix is too dumb to check the back of a receipt until Mia literally tells him to. The [characters have] to actively be made stupider because the scenario calls for it, and that really rubs me the wrong way.

[dyns33]

In every universes

I wrote this story after watching Deadpool 3, so spoilers to the few of you who still have to see the movie !

It would have been wonderful to be able to beat all the Deadpools like Wade had tragically lost NicePool in a totally unintentional and not at all pleasant way.

Unfortunately for him and sexy Loggy, the other variants were immortal like them, which explained why they all hide their faces instead of showing their beauty to the whole world.

And so, despite their great slow-motion fight to the music of the divine Madonna, all their enemies got up almost immediately.

"What do we do ? Do we talk to them ? Do we give them the dog ?" Wolverine growled.

"So, first of all, we don't give Mary Puppins to anyone ! Then, I guess they're not as smart and brilliant as me, so even if you show them your dreamy abs, they won't listen. They want money and power, promised by this bald crazy woman, so we have to cut them into small pieces to have time to leave before they regenerate."

"You could lie and say you have a ton of money and can give them more."

"That's hilarious, Logan, but how many times do I have to say I didn't lie ?!"

They probably could have been more concerned about the Deadpools surrounding them, ready to jump on them, or to take care of chasing Cassandra Nova who was soon to destroy this entire universe, then the others, but it was also important that his future best friend understood that he wasn't a liar.

It was very kind of Peter to want to save the day, by arriving with Wade's old costume, which almost suited him, but not really. Some variants seemed touched by his arrival, they also had a Peter. The others didn't give a damn.

On the other hand, Peter being a nice and intelligent guy, with the desire to reform the X Force, he had brought back some gossip. Or he had tried to bring some back, because Collusus and the X-men were busy, Vanessa was at work, Weasel hadn't answered his phone, and Al was still blind.

So, only Y/N had come, probably because she was bored.

Wade had hated Y/N from the moment he met her. He had begged and then threatened Weasel to fire her, but according to his fake friend, she was a great bartender, accountant, manager, and if she also bored him, it was perfect.

According to him, their constant arguments reminded him of how he was with Vanessa at the beginning, only less disgusting. Wade had broken Weasel's nose for saying that.

Because, really ? Him and Y/N ? Ugh. Never. No, sir. Eww. I'd rather die.

Okay, she was cute. Very beautiful even. Sometimes funny. Not as stupid as most people. Not throwing up when he took off his mask, not feeling sorry for him either. Accepting his old job as his desire to change his life. And sometimes offering him a drink, when she knew he was feeling down.

You couldn't really say they were friends. So it was weird to see her here, on this battlefield, when she wasn't a fighter.

"Y/N ! Get out of here, now !"

"Fuck you, Wade, you're not telling me what to do !"

"If you die, Weasel is going to piss me off for months ! Even if I don't kill you, it'll be another me, and he'll blame me, when honestly, that lazy bastard used to manage the bar all by himself before, he… AH ! Canada, why ?!"

"You don't threaten Y/N like that !" yelled the Deadpool who had just shot him in the foot.

"Yeah ! And don't yell at her either !"

"Why does he say we're going to kill her ? Will we ever hurt our Y/N ?"

Wade grimaced as he looked at his variants, not understanding the situation, nor why they had all put away their weapons to admire Y/N as if she were the sun and they were butterflies ready to throw themselves into this immense ball of fire to die in excruciating pain. As lost as he was, Logan still signaled for him to follow him into the subway, because it was an opportunity to move forward.

But it was dangerous to leave Peter and Y/N with all these Deadpools, even if they had just said they weren't going to hurt her. And, wait, their Y/N ? What ?

While he was trying to get his brain working, Kidpool approached her with a slow, almost timid step, while she was the rudest of them all. He looked at her without saying anything, waiting for her to try something.

If she wanted to kill Y/N with a cuddle, it would take time. Unless she had a weak heart for adorable things, like a psychopathic kid sobbing while hugging her.

The others dared to approach too, some patting her shoulders as if to check if she was real. The Samurai Deadpool said a sort of prayer in Japanese, crying like everyone else.

"Um… What's going on ?" Y/N asked, asking the question on everyone's mind.

"We all had our Y/N. The love of our life. And we all lost her…"

"Oh. Wait, the love of your… But, Vanessa ?"

"Who ?"

If Wade had bothered to ask Paradox for explanations, he would have told him that there were certain constants in all universes.

Unchangeable things, which made certain people who they were. For the Deadpools, there was being a mercenary, with a nice tight red suit, katanas and guns, a unique sense of humor. And Y/N.

There were Vanessas in some Deadpools's stories, who had loved her. But she wasn't the most important person. It was always Y/N, before or after. Always.

The problem was that she always died too.

And there was no Cable everywhere, with his time machine, so they had all suffered from this loss as if they were Spiderman, except that they had all tried to kill themselves or everyone else.

But Wade hadn't asked. First, because Paradox was an asshole, who couldn't be trusted. Then, because he had to take care of the Cassandra Nova problem quite urgently.

And finally, him and Y/N ? No, really, he didn't believe it at all. Maybe Vanessa didn't want him anymore, and she had found someone else, but he had done all that for her. The multiverse could send him all the variants, he was not going to change his heart at the end just to follow the canon.

"She seems nice." Logan commented after their magnificent sacrifice full of virility and love, watching Y/N bore members of the TVA with lots of questions. "Why do you hate her ?"

"I didn't say I hate her."

"The grimace and the grunts convinced me, it's true love. In any case, all the other you liked her. They cried as they left, demanding a hug to jump into the hole without resistance."

"They're stupid. I mean, yeah Y/N ​​is cool. She's even great. She may insult me ​​every time we see each other and tell me I should shut up, but she still listens to my bullshit."

"She came to help you."

"She knows my favorite songs."

"She refused to abandon you even though it was dangerous."

"She doesn't ignore my texts. Shit, I know what you're trying to do, multiverse, it's a no !" Wade growled as he got up from the bench, suggesting to Wolverine that they go get something to eat, because with his mouth full, he'd stop playing interdimensional cupid.

It could have worked if he hadn't then offered Logan to become his roommate. In addition to blinding Al. The two quickly ganged up on him on the subject of Y/N.

According to the old woman who had never heard of this barmaid, it was a sign. Because if Wade had told her about her, then she would have felt that something was up, and he had wanted to avoid that.

He tried to defend himself by saying that he wasn't talking about everyone, but Logan contradicted him almost immediately, as if he had known him forever, by showing that Wade talked about everyone, all the time, to criticize them, insult them and make sexual comments.

But if he wasn't talking about someone, then there was something wrong. Especially if he refused to make sexual comments.

"A blind person would see that he was in love. The proof is that I can see it."

"Al, shut up. Logan, stop smiling like an idiot. Now."

"Yeah, I'll smile tonight."

"Tonight ? Why tonight ?" Deadpool panicked, pulling out his gun when he didn't get an answer.

The two traitors had organized a party, to celebrate the saving of the universes and the new roommate that he already regretted, except in the morning, when he could admire Logan coming out of the bathroom shirtless.

Oddly enough, the chosen seating plan had Wade stuck between him and Y/N, who was clearly wondering what she was doing there, having never been invited before.

"We helped a lot !" Peter considered, raising his glass.

"Hmm, I still don't know how. Wade, the others were very strange, but quite nice. We could have swapped, kept them all and sent you to this Vortex thing."

"Haha, so funny, I would have missed you very quickly."

"Yeah, maybe." Y/N mumbled, rolling her eyes before drinking her beer.

Faced with this almost confession of affection, Wade was lost for words. It took Logan giving him a shoulder nudge, pushing him a little towards her, to bring him out of his torpor.

If he agreed to be honest, maybe Wade liked Y/N. No, maybe he had a crush from their first meeting. Maybe he was in love, he would have wanted more.

But after Vanessa, he didn't feel capable of it. He didn't want to suffer again, if she rejected him right away, then if she dumped him. And if she died.

If he believed in the multiverse and its variants, she might die if they were together. The only reason he had a Y/N in his world was probably because he had refused to accept these feelings.

So telling her the truth was losing her soon, condemning her to certain death.

"Your dog loves me a lot." Y/N said, bringing him back to reality, where Dogpool was staring at her with shining eyes. "I had thirty marriage proposals while you were fighting, the Ladypool kissed me, then she fought with the ones who wanted to kiss me, and the cowboy gave me his hat."

"He'll borrow the Spider Cowboy's. They'll go camping together in the mountains."

"Why were they all crying ?"

"Uh, allegies. It's a Deadpool thing, we're allergic to annoying girls, it makes us sneeze and cry."

"I see. You have to take pills then."

"All the time, as soon as I know I'm going to be in the same room as you, otherwise it would be hell. I'd have tears and snot in my mask, it would be impossible to fight. And to clean, can you imagine ?"

"That would be terrible…" she snickered before losing her sweet smile. "You know, it's okay if they were allergic and you're not. I understand. I'm totally allergic to you but I'll find some pills."

Even though the discussions continued around the table, Wade could see out of the corner of his eye the others nodding or trying to communicate with their eyes, to encourage him to answer the right thing.

They didn't realize what they were asking him.

"… Even if I was allergic, it would be very dangerous. Pills are a good idea."

"… Okay. It's too bad, but okay."

"It's better this way. To have a long life."

"What's the point if it's empty ?"

It was late, so Y/N excused herself by saying that she had to go home, not giving him time to react to what she had just said.

Sitting as Peter walked her to the door, he was kicked by Logan. The hairy idiot on his right had had relationships too, before losing everything, and in multiple universes. While he was immortal. Even if Vanessa hadn't broken his heart, she would have died one day while he would have continued to live.

No variant had said how or when they had lost their Y/N. Some had been able to spend years with theirs, happy, important years.

So, damn it, Wade had refused to listen to the TVA about the destruction of his world, he wasn't going to listen to them about his private life either.

"Finally !" Al shouted as he ran down the hall, up the stairs, then down the street, until he caught up with Y/N.

She was crying. Even though she tried to hide it by wiping herself as soon as she realized it was him.

"Allergic to dumb guys ?"

"It seems so."

"I heard that to cure an allergy, you have to spend time with the problem, to get used to it. Be super close, often, and then either it kills you or you stop peeing out your nose."

"Super close how ?"

"Oh, as close as possible. Like, cuddling, swapping saliva, groping, and even sex. Lots of sex, with feelings added, which is the worst STD, but this time it's recommended, and that's good, because I know a dumb but super cool and sexy guy who is also allergic, could you help each other out ?"

"It's Logan I hope."

"… I knew he had to cover up before you got on the subway, it's the abs, right ? You all went crazy over his abs, and I can't even blame you, I dream about it at night and think about it in the shower."

"Well, if he's not available, I'll settle for you then."

"Actually, I was talking about Colossus."

Wade was often asked what could shut him up. He wasn't called the Merc with a Mouth for nothing. Overall, the ways to stop him were in order, kill him, sew his mouth shut, cut his vocal cords, introduce him to Taylor Swift or Spiderman, and have the girl he liked kiss him.

Maybe he tried to talk every time she stopped to breathe again, which allowed him to get his brain working, but as soon as she started devouring his lips again, there was only Y/N.

It was normal that the other Deadpools were so jealous. And Wade was going to do everything not to lose her, unlike them. They would stay together, as long as possible, and maybe longer since he was lucky enough to have met Cable.

[kittycat10112004]

Guys I had the best zosan fic idea EVER an I needed to share before I forget. Though maybe it won't leave lol.

Anyways, yall know La siene? Well heres my idea.

Sanji learns the love language of wano while he's there, and is shocked to find out that doing little could mean so much, also the poetic way of saying i love you (the moon is beautiful isn't it?) and that Zoro had cared that much and he never knew, so he wants to make it up to him, by combining his love language with Zoros, he thinks of songs that has to do with the moon and love, then it hits him, La siene would be perfect. (Just switch the her parts to him lol) but he doesn't want the others to know what he's singing and to whom, so he's gonna sing in French, but he's gonna need some help from Robin. (cause Zoro doesn't know French) so events on wano happen and luffy wants another celebration on the ship, (cause why not?) and Sanji comes up with a plan, (and tells Robin too of course) Robin will leave a French book out so Zoro spots it and asks about it, then Robin will tell him about it and translate for him, then later on while the crew is celebrating and singing hed wait for his turn, and sing La siene to Zoro while making sure the others don't notice, and hold onto hope that Zoro accepts his confession. So, thats the plan. Now to put it in place. Robin leaves the book out and as expected Zoro notices and asks, to which Robin translates, (and teaches him how to confess in French too for good measure.) The day goes by and night falls which means the party is happening, time goes by a bit more, Zoro on the railing and watching nearby (at least far enough where the crew doesn't notice him, and checks the lavender rose in his harumaki, then returns to watching the crew) and Sanjis turn comes up, (Zoro expects that he will sing loud and clumsily to the lady's, like an idiot, what he doesn't know is he's about to be very wrong) Sanji steps to the metaphorical stage, starting to sing,

(Idk if its the French ver or not lol) Zoro thinks he's singing to the lady's (like the romantic fool he is) until Sanji looks at him, (I dont know, dont know, so dont ask me why, that's just how we love La Siene and I) (just listen to the song and imagine sanji singing it. and yes I know its a duet, id like to think that he'd sing it by himself to Zoro ok?) Shock is one hell of an understatement to Zoro, but now he sees why Robin was teaching him French earlier (as well as how to confess in French) it was Sanjis plan, of a Love confession to him. That idiot. (Zoros eyes are now completely on Sanji as he sings the rest of the song) and as much as Zoro hates to admit it, that was one hell of a love confession. Sanjis song finishes and the next go up is ussop, so Sanji leaves em be, choosing to walk over to Zoro, being a bit embarrassed, (despite how well it went) "so, what do you say?" (Zoro pulls out the lavender rose) "id say, je t'iame aussi." (I love you too) now its Sanjis turn to be shocked, Robin must have taught him behind his back, still, its such a confession that is still so sweet to him, he didn't have to follow through what Robin said and yet he did, even more so the meaning of the rose, (lavender rose means Enchantment, or "love at first sight") he took the rose and smelled it (he always loved the smell of roses) and, without missing a beat, pulled Zoro in close, and kissed him short, soft, and sweet (Robin watched out of the corner of her eye smiling before turning back to the show) Sanji looks at the strawhats then back at Zoro, "lets go a bit further away hm?" "mh" they go farther away till its a bit quieter, music barely heard in the background. And they stay in eachothers company, enjoying the quiet peaceful night under the moons glow.

(And thats the end, hope yall fellow zosan fans like this idea as much as I did. It was so fun to write.)

[ghostlypainterslimeclod]

Michael Schmidt x Male Reader underwear theft dacryphilia and masturbation.

2/2

They be horny

NSFW

For the rest of the day was spent with you doing your normal routine or working from home and chores. Boring ass stuff the closer to the time you got to come over to see mike the harder it was to not get a boner so you decide to shower before you go over. Plus it was the perfect time to rub one out. All you could think about was how hot he was how his tongue felt in your mouth and how good he would look on his knees using him mouth for something other than kissing. After those activities you ate your dinner and walked over to Mike's. When you got there and knocked on the door Abby answered excitedly jabbering about how excited she was to have you over to play and when asked where her brother was she said "with Vanessa" and then continued on as she drug you inside. No clue who this Vanessa chick was but it did kinda irk you that you had to wait to see the messy haired boy. You and Abby settled onto the middle of the floor to draw. You had been over for 20 minutes when you heard the door open and Mike made his way to Abby's room to say bye to us both. Abby said a quick goodbye, compared to yesterday, and then got right back to coloring. You and him share a warm look before he leaves for work.

The day is very similar to yesterday except Abby decided to tell you about her imaginary friends which was kinda concerning but you had imaginary friends as a kid it's normal but the way she talked about them was odd. She also showed you all the pictures she drew while you were gone one with her, her brother, and yourself. It was endearing that was for sure. Once she went to bed you wandered into Mike's room. It's not weird you just want to know how it looks you thought to yourself turning on the lights. It was about as messy as you thought it would be. So you took it upon yourself to gather up his dirty clothes and put them in the laundry lingering a little on his boxers, that you couldn't explain away to yourself, you tucked one into your bag. Yes you're a pervert but it's not like he'll notice you thought.

After your guilty escapades you sat down on his couch and fell asleep like the night before. A few hours pass, it's now morning and Abby is at school, and you wake up to the door unlocking and a pissy Mike ploped down next to you "what happened pretty boy." You asked setting your hand on his thigh. He huffed out "nothing." You gently pressed your shoulder against his "would a kiss make it better?" You asked "mmmm... Yeah." He replied and then leaned in for a kiss, the kiss was quite rough on his side, him climbing into your lap his hands going up to tangle his hands in your hair yours going to grab his hips. Him grinding on your lap trying to get friction on his cock as he whined and moaned into the kiss. you break the kiss "what do you want sweet heart?" All he could muster was to mumble out "please please please touche me y/n please." And who were you to deny him such a request he begged so prettily after all. You unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his dick out of his boxers and then licked your hand for lube and wrapped your hand around him as you continued your kiss. His whimpers grow louder before he breaks the kiss "can we go to my room?" He asks, a string of drool dripping down his chin. You nod releasing him and helping him walk to his room as his legs are like jello once he climbs into his bed it's basically a race for both of you to strip.

He lays in the middle of his bed completely bare, god he looked so pretty pale skin against the gray back ground of his bed the warm morning sun peaking through his blinds illuminating parts of his skin. You climb onto the bed pressing him into the mattress as you look into his pretty eyes that seemed to consume you "how do you want to do this love?" You asked "I-I don't know I've never been with a guy like this before." He replied "well do you have lube?" You ask, he nods and wiggles to his drawer pulling out a bottle of lube and then wiggles back into his spot on the bed. You uncap the lid and pour some onto your fingers before pushing one into his hole gently while your other hand occupies itself with his dick, your own cock sadly leaking onto the mattress as much as it hurts to leave it you had to make sure to properly prep him if this was his first time. His gasps and whines were adorable and sooo worth it. His eyebrows furrowed his eyes screwed shut as little tears were in the corner of his eyes mouth luled open as you slowly stretched him out. First one finger then a second then a third you had to take small breaks so he didn't cum before you were inside, but finally it was time for the main event. You pulled your fingers out drawing a whine from the mess of a boy under you. You gently kiss him as you put lube on your cock before pressing into his hole. God it was good and you made sure to let him know it "you're so fucking good" you said pushing all the was into him. At this point he's not even fucking here his brain is fully in the clouds as little tears run down his face and slober is dripping out of his mouth and all he can say is a mix of please, yes, and your name as he clings to you his stubble scratching your neck and nails digging into yours back as he chants "please can I cum please." In between broken moans. "Of course baby." You say holding his cock in your hand and whispering how good he's doing, and finally he finished with a loud gaspy moan. You kept pistonning your hips into him chasing your own release him whining and crying "god you sound so pretty." You groaned into his ears his short hair tickling your cheek. Then finally you push your cock as deep as possible and finish with a huff. Then you both lay there basking in the after glow clinging to each other as you both fall asleep.

[some-stars]

it's gonna be months until i can finish my vanessa/wade/logan fic (if i ever finish it) so i just want to jump in right now and drop "vanessa pegging logan" into the chat so we can Discuss amongst ourselves.

so there are basically three scenarios i like for this:

1. the way it's gonna happen in the story i currently have in progress is a very emotional DP scene, which happens after the first round of their first time during which logan is assuming that this is a Fun Sex Thing bc they both think he's hot and want to play, and he is of course hopelessly in love with wade (and, after the last few months of hanging out with them at their insistence, getting dangerously close to falling for vanessa too) but he'll take what he can get. so he gives them both a good time and then, after they've all had a few minutes to recover, makes himself start to get up and leave. and then of course a lot of Feelings explode everywhere and, well, y'all can imagine it. and the second round is wade and vanessa very insistently showing logan that they do, in fact, want all of him, by fucking him together until he falls apart in their arms and cries a little.

2. I also have a longer and more complicated idea that will probably never get written, where they invite logan to sleep with them and it actually does start as a fun "casual" thing, because wade and logan and vanessa are all trying to be careful with the other two and not push too hard. but while logan at first assumes the friendship that's been building will fade away once they've gotten what they wanted, they both very insistently continue wanting to be around him and having him over for dinner even when they don't fuck him after, and hanging out with him one on one, even vanessa. and the first time vanessa invites logan over for dinner while wade is out of town on a job, that's when she pegs him for the first time, and in the story it's this important step for their relationship and i have a Lot of feelings about the two of them exploring what they like together and building something special that just the two of them share, etc. but also it is. extremely hot. one thing i really like about this scenario is the emphasis on how much logan trusts vanessa, to a degree that actually startles him to realize, and makes her feel really, really good.

3. and then something very similar to the first scenario, but instead of double penetration it's vanessa pegging logan in missionary while his head is in wade's lap and wade is petting his face and telling him how incredible he looks, so hot and beautiful and perfect for them, letting logan suck on his fingers in a desperate attempt to keep himself from saying something he can't (and won't even want to) take back. meanwhile vanessa is telling wade how tight logan is and how good his ass is going to feel around wade's dick, what a needy cockslut logan is being for them, their good good boy who they're never ever letting go of.

i will attempt to come back at some point in the near future and elaborate further on one or more of these but that is pretty much the essential parts. as i said, PLEASE discuss this further with me, i always always want to hear other people's thoughts on my nonsense <3

[fluideli123]

Thinking about Trans!Logan

Thinking about how he got gender affirming surgery for his chest at a place where no one really knew how to do it, before his mutation of regeneration really developed

His scars aren't the nicest, perfect, they're noticable if you know where to look but that's pretty much it

He tells stories about it, about the operation and what it was like at that time and how much he struggled to get it from being a mutant, being trans at all

I'm thinking about Laura saying she never knew if her Logan was like him, but Laura compliments Logan that the older he becomes the more rugged, half way to the grave he'll look/aff

Thinking about Wade being Intersex and never really knowing until he was diagnosed with Cancer, all the physicals he went through and everything Vanessa asked of him to ensure every angle was considered

Thinking about Peter being oh so loveable but confused, asking respectful questions and saying such encouraging things about it, how he understands and actually took the time to research it properly after work

Thinking about Althea and being AroAce, thinking about her not giving a shit about anything but willing to listen and provide support in your usual grumpy way, her younger years and all the experimentation, drugs, and people she's met and situations she'd gone through, how much their little family listens to her endless stories

Thinking about Mary Puppins and how much she reflects so many aspects of people in Wade's life. Loyal like Logan, Affectionate like Yukio, Honest like Megasonic, Open-Hearted like Colossus, Dorky like Peter, Listens like Dophendir, and just...fitting so well with everyone, always greeting everyone, being so friendly and cuddly and somewhere in everyone's hearts they know she represents something Wade doesn't show as freely as she does

Thinking about them all knowing Wade so well, but slowly getting to know each other as well, just a close lil found family of a bunch of weirdos, outcasts and everyday people

Just can't stop thinking about them

[parznite]

DETROIT BECOME DCA

I FINALLY FINISHED MY DETROIT BECOME HUMAN DCA AU DESIGNS! More information about the AU will be under the cut.

TW: MENTIONS OF ABUSE / NEGLECT / VIOLENCE / DEATH - Similar to the original game. They can be found under the tags "detroit become DCA" or "detroit become daycare attendant"

MAIN CAST

Moondrop; who is a detective prototype similar to Connor in the original games. He is an android created to work on all deviant and missing children cases. He works closely with Lieutenant Vanessa, who despite his best efforts to work with, never really seems to like him due to her own personal reasons with Androids. They work together with the idea that Deviant Androids are the reasons Children are missing. Moondrop eventually turns to deviancy after seeing the impact humans have on them and how neglect affects others. (After Moondrop met Sunny and Y/N)

Sundrop or just "Sunny" as Y/N has called him ; who is a caretaker similar to Kara in the original games. He is a caretaker who was purchased by Y/N's parents to take care of Y/N where they lacked. However, things turned to the worst and Sunny did what he thought was best. Run away with Y/N and take Y/N to a safe place, away from the neglectful hands of Y/N's parents.

Y/N or "YOUR NAME"; who is in place of Alice from the original games. However Y/N is a full human. A child who enjoyed the simple things in life, now on the run with the only companion they have left in the world. Terrified and scared as the revolution begins, never turning their back on Androids. Knowing that Sunny has only ever done stuff that was best for them, even if that meant saying goodbye to those who hurt them.

SECONDARY CAST

Freddy; who is a caretaker similar to Markus, taking care of Gregory a child set under his care. In an accident due to the neglect of Gregory's parents, he unfortunately dies. As the authorities arrive, the parents turn the story on Freddy having him decommissioned. However, Freddy returns with a new lease on life and is ready to show that Androids were never the problem. Wanting justice for all androids and wanting those who hurt children to be brought to justice.

Lieutenant Vanessa; who is a police officer with the DPD, similar to Hank in the games. She is assigned the deviant and missing children cases. Forced to work with Moondrop, she despites it but only looks forward as he makes her job easier. Vanessa never seems to fully bond with Moondrop, only really seeing him as a colleauge.

Trap "Glitch" ; who is similar to Amanda from the games. Trap is the inner mentor for Moondrop, who has more ill intentions, looking to resume the deviants programing at the perfect time. To solve the deviancy case and the missing children cases once and for all. However, despite his name being also known as "Glitch" - He is known to abuse the fragile code of Moondrop so he can get better outcomes that will favour Cyberlife.

[mgopinoon]

I wanted to put my 2 cents on the whole thing of people comparing Austin’s relationship with Vanessa Hudgens compared to Kaia.

My Dad and him are a lot alike. A little reserved , kind of shy, outgoing when he’s around people who make him comfortable. Just like AB. Him and my Mother have been married 35 years. When I tell you they still pack on the PDA like they did when they first got together I am not even kidding lol. (According to them they were hot for each other).Me and my siblings used to absolutely hate it when we were younger and still lived at home. But they gave us a good example of love and marriage. My dad always speaks on how when you love someone you’re not afraid to show it. The passion never dies . I was with my Dad last month shopping for Thanksgiving and he’s Facetiming my Mom in the store saying how hot she was in her outfit she was wearing and being all flirty.

Age has nothing to do with anything. People act like showing passion in public to your partner is immature ? Austin’s love language is touch and you can tell it is. If he shows affection to his co-stars and damn strangers/other celebs he meets he will do it with the woman he loves. Sure the PDA might be a little bit more mild but he doesn’t strike me as someone who would be afraid to show regardless. To me this is just an excuse as to why Kaia and him look so boring. The shippers who claim this are the same people who think he had no chemistry with Vanessa and wanna say all these bad things about her. Austin might really care for Kaia and like her but he’s not in love with her . All those bullshit claims of sightings or like the woman from the plane all claiming he and Kaia Gerber are so in love it would show by now. Because if it’s behind the scenes where others can see it surely it would spill over when they are in public. Especially after what ? 3 years ? Men are very proud and aren’t afraid to let everyone know when they are genuinely in love. Same for women. When you finally fill like you found your somebody , especially in this dating world people aren’t afraid to show it to some extent.

You're right. When a man is truly in love he is not afraid of everyone knowing, even if it is "private" they always remember anecdotes with their women or have them present in every situation of their life. When Austin is asked questions about his life or random situations, he always names any person very comfortably and does not mention Kaia. When Austin won the Golden Globe he gave a very nice and emotional speech, he thanked many people, his family, his sister, father and of course his mother, but a man who is truly in love includes the word girlfriend or wife in his speech, like many actors who keep their life completely private, but always thank what that woman did for them and the unconditional support, that little detail made me feel that this relationship is strange and not to mention everything we have seen this year. The example of your mom and dad is perfect, because age does not take away passion and love for the other. Austin already showed his version in love, so I do not understand how shippers do not realize it. If that relationship is real and if they stay together I hope Austin realizes that he can do better, he is a nice person, handsome, intelligent, talented and he can have the woman he wants and I hope he finds someone who can really bring out his most loving version.

[weirdozjunkary]

OKAY SO! I literally JUST got back from watching the FNAF movie and HOLY FUCK DID I ENJOY IT! I have SO MUCH to talk about from it oh my god! I would give it a solid 8 or 9/10. Not prefect but I enjoyed it so much.

Non spoiler right below and full spoilers under the cut.

Spoiler free- I absolutely adored the movie! The entire cast did a splendid job! I couldn’t be happier with everything that I saw on the screen! For what it is it was astounding! So much love to the fans and everyone that had worked on FNAF in the past. My only complaints was the pacing and dialogue as the pacing was a bit jumpy and the dialogue felt awkward at times, as well I know that the whole lore of FNAF itself would limit a fair bit of an audience. But other than that I loved it so much. From the animatronics to the actors to the cinematography, all of it was beautiful and I truly hope that Scott makes at least one more, but if not I’m still happy what we got.

Full spoilers- I adored everyone who was on screen, from mike to Abby to Vanessa, the animatronics and William, all of them were a delight to watch. The movie truly felt like it was one of Scott’s works, from the serious stuff to the jokes, it was brilliant. A lot of my favourite jokes were with Abby and Mike not taking any shit.

What I found interesting was how they made Vanessa the daughter of William Afton, wether adopted or by blood. I think she could have been more of a use than she did, as she mostly just warned Mike until the very end where she did one thing and then got stabbed. But other than that I think she had a good amount of screen time.

Mike and Abby were great from the start, I do wish we got more backstory from Mike though, like to show more how he’s troubled rather than just keep repeating that his brother got kidnapped. But Abby was really good from the start. I did like how she saw the ghosts kids before Mike got the job rather than right after from what you usually see in movies with ghosts.

The animatronics were stunning onscreen. They looked so good! The perfect balance between creepy and cute. They all had great moments showing both how they are just both kids stuck in children’s entertainment animatronics, and also animatronics needing to kill people for Afton.

Speaking of which, my BIGEST complaint about afton was that he wasn’t in the movie enough. He had a total of I think ten minuets of screen time, and that’s only five from the beginning and five at the end. But still, he was exceptionally off putting every time he was onscreen. Mathew did an excellent job at that.

The fucking matpat cameo though. Oh my god that was fucking hilarious. Him just being a waiter in a diner was the best fucking way they could’ve put him in without just being that crazy guyTM. And the fact he literally says “that’s just a theory” my god. ALSO THERE WAS FETCH! THE MOST FAMOUS FUCKING FNAF ROUMOR EVER!

The ending was great, and the perfect sendoff. The kids finally realizing that Afton was the guy who killed them. And the fact that they made the spring locks of his suit go off. And then watching the kids drag him away from the main floor was bone chilling. And at the very end seeing the kid in the golden Freddy suit stare at Afton as he’s bleeding out, always inches from death but he’s not letting him die, then shut the door as Afton quietly reaches his hand out to him, that was my favourite moment of the entire movie. And of course there was the famous line “I always come back.”

[eyes-of-rock]

Revenge

Paul Stanley X OC

Chapter Two

-> {Prologue // Chapter one} (would love to link it but can't)

I do one final look at myself to make sure everything is perfect. I'm wearing a beautiful satin emerald green tea-length dress. It is sleeved with a plunging v-neckline, and the fabric gathers up at the torso. The dress looks stunning to me—the perfect revenge dress. I look damn good.

I look at my living room wall clock—two minutes till four. I take my clutch off the table and head out the door. As I leave my apartment building, a slick black Porsche pulls up.

I know there is no one living around here with a car that nice. The most excellent vehicle I've seen is my Toyota. So it has to be Paul. Right on time. Impressive. I note. More than I can say for Jack, my ex and groom of the wedding I'm about to attend.

The car is sexy as hell. I haven't ever seen a Porsche in person before, at least not this close. You might think it is crazy, considering I live in Los Angeles, but I don't live in the Hollywood part.

Paul seems to be understanding the assignment. I know no one is going to be pulling up to this wedding in a car this nice.

I walk up to the car and open the door. The interior is a sexy black leather. This is the most excellent car I've ever been in. It almost feels wrong to be sitting in a Porsche with Paul Stanley of KISS. I'm a security guard at an office with an awful dating history. I'm not a model or an actress.

“You look stunning.” Paul compliments me, sliding his sunglasses down his nose for a better look.

“Thank you.” I smile, “You look pretty good yourself.”

He's wearing a nice black double-breasted suit jacket, a black striped vest underneath it, and a white low-cut t-shirt under the vest, and he's showing off just a peak of his chest hair. Then he's wearing some nice black jeans. He looks perfect.

I think that wedding is about to be hit by a big surprise, and I can't fucking wait. That's what they fucking deserve.

———————————————

“Lorna.” My mother greets me coldly. “I didn't expect you'd come.”

If you can't tell, she took Vanessa’s side. It's not surprising. She's always been her favourite and could do no wrong. It was always my fault, even when she was in the wrong. This situation is no different.

She eyes up Paul. She wants me to introduce her to my date because she's too proud to introduce herself. Every single guy I've ever brought home, and there haven't been many, she's done this same thing, too. Meanwhile, with Vanessa, it’s always been a friendly smile and an introduction.

“I know that's why I came,” I tell her, “and this is Paul Stanley. Paul, this is my mother.”

“Are you two seeing each other?” She asks in a rather demanding tone. She sounds rather unimpressed. Good.

I don't know how to answer that. I want to say yes, to get her back because we are now that I took him to this wedding technically. But this is also the first time we've gone out if this even counts as going out. I don't want to overstep and say something untrue. Who knows how he's feeling about this? However, something about our conversation a few days ago tells me he’s hoping it is going in that direction. For whatever reason. I still can't figure out why he even went after me, to begin with.

I’m not against the idea. He's been nothing but a gentleman all night so far. Paul is an adorable, caring guy behind the Starchild persona. I don't know if I'm someone he'd want on his arm at the end of the day.

“Yes, and your daughter is a lovely woman,” Paul answers for me, putting his hand on the small of my back and pulling me closer.

“Oh. Isn’t he a little old to look like a teenage degenerate?” My mother asks me, being a snotty cunt as per-usual. I know she's referring to the fact Paul has long hair.

“Isn't Jack a little young to be balding?” I fire back without thinking. His hair is thinner than a piece of paper. At least Paul still has all his hair and is older than Jack.

“You need to check your attitude, Lorna!” my mother gasps, scolding me and holding her hand to slap me. Like she always did to punish me as a kid.

I'm just going to take it like a grown women. I've been hit by her so many times it doesn't even hurt anymore.

“I wouldn't hit her if I were you,” Paul warns her, his voice level and calm.

My mother stops dead in her tracks and looks utterly shocked. I'm just as amazed as her. No one has ever actually stood up for me before. I'm not used to that; my mother isn't used to being told no.

“I want to hit my daughter for being disrespectful, and I will.” My mother gasped, horrified someone told her no, that someone stood up for me.

“Not while I'm here.” Paul insists.

“You’ve always been a spiteful girl; of course, you brought a little guard dog. Just don't ruin this day for your sister.” my mother spits at me, sounding disgusted.

Then, before I can retaliate, she turns and stomps off. I make sure to flip the bird her way real quick. That's what she deserves after that interaction.

I watch her walk over to my sister, hug and kiss her. When only moments ago, she was going to slap me in the face. It fucking hurts. I don't know why I've never been good enough for her. I wish I could have been. I fucking do.

I shouldn't have come. I know being around my family fills me with both anger and hurt. Yet here I am, and I refuse to look like they are getting to me, so I leave early.

At least I'm not alone. Paul is in my corner, which is very sweet of him. He didn't have to defend me, but he did, proving him to be a good guy.

“What a lovely woman,” Paul says sarcastically, an unpleasant look on his face.

“Yeah.” I agree, “Thank you.”

“I wasn't going to let her hit you.” He tells me, sounding like it's just a no-brainer. “Any normal person would have reacted the same way.”

“Well, you say that, but Jack let her hit me in front of him once,” I tell him.

“He’s a jackass,” Paul says, “I mean, come on, he let you go.”

“He did me a favour.” I admit, “I could be the idiot marrying him.”

“Exactly.” He agrees. “This won't be their last marriage.”

“You think?” I ask curiously.

“It’s not a good sign when the couple meets through adultery. Then you have to factor in he's an asshole.” He explains, “I promise you, this marriage will end eventually.”

“I hope you’re right,” I say as we sit at the table. Naturally, my sister put me in one near the back. Not with the rest of my family.

“Hello everyone.” The maid of honour, Vanessa’s best friend since middle school, speaks into the mic at the front of the venue with the rest of the wedding party.

“I’m the maid of honour.” She introduces herself.

“This is a love story for the ages.” She continues, and I roll my eyes. This is going to be a long speech.

“When Vanessa met Jack on that fateful rainy day in October at the Oldstone Bar. They locked eyes, and even though Vanessa had never met him, she knew her destiny was to be with him. So she walked up to him, and their love story began, even though she had to deal with jealousy from her sister of all people they made it through.”

“What the fuck?!” I blurt out in utter shock at the lies from that woman's mouth.

Are they out here spinning it like I made the whole thing up? Like they never knew each other, and I was jealous and getting in the fucking way? When there is undeniable proof that Jack dated me and they had a fucking affair? His entire family met me as his girlfriend. We dated for two whole fucking years. If anyone was jealous, it was Vanessa; she broke us up.

I'm so angry right now I can't even think straight. All I can think about is walking up on that stage and telling everyone the truth. I know I shouldn't, but I can't let this fucking slide. I can't let them tell a fucking lie to everyone and get away with it. I'm done. I’m not holding my tongue any longer.

I stand up.

“WHAT A LOAD OF BULLSHIT!” I yell to catch everyone's attention.

Everyone gasps, and the room falls silent.

“You two are such fucking liars.” I ask, “Would you like to know how they met?”

“I was dating Jackass over there,” I say, pointing right at Jack’s stupid fucking balding head.

He looks as terrified as he should be.

“and then he goes and cheats with my bitch of a sister Vanessa. Who never so much as felt a drop of rumours. So if anyone in that situation was because it was her.”

“Lorna, please-” My father bags; he doesn't ever get involved. He spent my whole childhood just letting everyone treat me like shit.

“No.” I snap, standing firm, “You don't deserve me to stop; I'm done with all of you.”

“You two deserve each other,” I say, pointing towards my sister, who's crying crocodile tears and her pussy ass husband.

“I wish you a short and miserable marriage.” I pick up the champagne glass and cheer it towards them.

Then I start walking towards the door, everyone looking at me. I hold my head up high. I don't regret it. It had to be said, and I don't care if a single one of these fuckers talks to me again.

I take a deep breath once I'm outside. I don't even feel sad. I don't feel like I’m losing something, but I am walking away from them. From cutting them off. I probably should have done this years ago.

“I’m sorry you had to see that.” I apologize to Paul; I feel slightly embarrassed, so I just blew up in front of the frontman of KISS.

“I get it if you don't want to see me again.”

He didn't know me well and had to put up with all my family drama. He's been very nice about it, but he must think I'm insane now.

“Don’t apologize.” He says, “They had it coming.”

“Really? You don't think I'm crazy?” I ask, surprised.

“You’re the most normal one there.” He laughs, “I’d love to take you out again, maybe this time without your family.”

“I’d like that.” I smile at him, “And don't worry, I don't think I’ll be talking to them anymore.”

And I wholeheartedly mean every word of that. This wedding had a better ending than I could have thought. I did get my revenge.

[alittlepudge-neverhurtnobody]

kinktober #24

Ritual 🫀 / Wardrobe Woes 👕 (both!)

Ethan flops back on the chaise longue with a groan, one hand resting on the mound of his stomach beneath his waistcoat. “Oh, god,” he says, letting out a rumbling belch. “Excuse me, Miss Ives. Those men at the club know how to eat.”

“Oh, do they,” says Vanessa, closing her novel around a bookmark and getting up to perch on the edge of the chaise next to him. His eyes are closed, eyelashes resting long against his plump cheeks, and his face is flushed pink with effort. He’s been attending the fat men’s club in Chelsea for a few weeks now, and each time he returns to Grandage Place, he makes a similar scene for Vanessa. She’s quite sure it’s genuine, if the labor of his breathing and expansion of his waistline is anything to go by, but she appreciates his dedication to including her in his fun. 

“What was dinner tonight?” she asks, thumbing his straining buttons and gently undoing them. She’s taken to keeping a blanket draped over the back of the chaise to pull over Ethan should Sir Malcolm or Sembene come down to investigate the fuss, lest they think her indecent for exposing him so.

Ethan groans again, as if even the thought of dinner is enough to add more weight to his stomach. “So much. I wish I could bring you along, you’d just faint. There were chicken vol-au-vents, to start, and a beef consomme. Shrimp — I guess you’d call them prawns — in some herby sauce, I forget what it was.” He stifles another heavy belch in his fist. “Sorry. I’m so stuffed I can barely think.”

“You poor thing,” Vanessa soothes, rubbing gently at his overtaxed middle. “I’m sure it was irresistible.”

Ethan’s softening jaw doubles as he bobs his head. “Oh, cooked to perfection, all of it. Even well-seasoned. I had half a mind to go bother the cook about showing me how to make them myself.” He hiccups, a little whine chasing the sound. “And that’s not the half of it. There was curried lobster and rice, roasted pork with stuffing, mutton and vegetables, all with mashed potatoes and kale. Everything drowned in — hic — cream and butter and lard. Oh, and Yorkshire pudding. I thought I was going to burst, and that was before dessert and cheese.”

Carefully, demurely, Vanessa untucks his shirt from his trousers and unbuttons his fly to give him a bit more breathing room. “I’m certain they didn’t skimp on either.”

“Oh, no. Each table had a cheese plate the size of that coffee table. I don’t know how I was still eating, but I managed a lot of it. And plenty of — urrrp — dessert. Battenberg cake, bread and butter pudding, sponge pudding with syrup, trifle with plums … I could barely waddle to my carriage by the end of the night. And I — hic — think I need to get my pants let out again. These are starting to get snug.”

Vanessa, doing everything in her considerable power to keep her hands from slipping beneath his undershirt to feel the plush give of his skin and hard bloat of his stomach, swallows with effort. “You must have one of your companions refer you to a tailor used to working with men of size. I rather think the one we usually see has tired of our antics.”

Vanessa has accompanied Ethan to have his clothes let out on several occasions already, puffing up with increasing pride at the tailor’s increasingly snide remarks about how well-fed he must be. As perversely satisfying as it is for her, it can’t be altogether pleasant for Ethan, especially at the rate at which he’s been gaining weight — and, she hopes, the rate at which he’ll continue. His soft stomach sags over his waistband now, hugged on either side by his braces — suspenders, Ethan calls them — and his hips and thighs have widened into what she can only describe as a pear shape. Even his upper arms strain the sleeves of his shirts, and from what she’s gathered, he looks most comfortable in the soft, less structured clothes he sleeps in, fewer snug seams to bite into his plump flesh.

Ethan raises his head slightly, his warm brown eyes heavy-lidded. “Actually, I was going to ask you about that.”

“About finding a tailor?” she asks, tracing circles on his stomach over his undershirt.

“No, about — maybe this is foolish, I’m not sure.” 

Vanessa, curiosity piqued, cocks her head. “Yes?”

“I wanted to ask you,” he says, stomach jumping with a hiccup, “if that’s something you could do, with your … abilities. It’d save us a number of trips into town, and it might be easier if I keep growing.”

“Oh,” she says, surprised. “I’m not sure. I’ve never tried to — my powers have never seemed domestically inclined, you understand. Far more repelling the devil than darning socks. But … I’m sure there are spells or some such for it. Surely someone else with these powers has existed with a much more mundane fate than I.”

“Just something to think about,” he says. “And call me crazy, but I’d enjoy being at your mercy a hell of a lot more than some smug fellow with something disparaging to say.”

Vanessa laughs. “I’ll see what I can find.”

“Perfect,” he says, eyes closed again. “And — Vanessa?”

“Yes?”

“You can touch,” he says with a drowsy smile. “I don’t mind.”

“I am touching,” says Vanessa, drawing circles.

“You know what I mean,” he says, taking her hand gently and slipping it beneath the cotton of his undershirt. “This is hardly the most indecent thing about everything else we’ve been up to.”

“I suppose,” she says, with the barest minimum amount of proper hesitation. He’s so soft that her mind whites out the instant her fingertips make contact with the plush fat at his waist. Ethan exhales with something that sounds like pleasure.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he murmurs. “Help me get up to bed? You can stay a while if you’d like.”

“May I touch you again?”

Ethan’s lips curve into a smile. “Of course.”

— 

Ethan’s weight climbs steadily, what with all the good meals he’s receiving at the club and Vanessa’s own supplementary stream of baked goods and leftovers. By the time he’s reached twenty-one stone, barely any of his clothes fit him comfortably, everything straining or creaking or on the verge of bursting. His shirts no longer span his heavy waist, and most of his pants are threatening to lose their buttons — or worse, their seams — when confronted with the expanse of his hips and backside. Even the inseams of his trousers are beginning to pill from how heavily his thighs rub together. And, of course, the constraints of his clothes make movement more uncomfortable, so he grows more sedentary as he eats, loath to test the limits of his closet any further.

Vanessa, for her part, has been keeping her nose to the grindstone, spending hours in Malcolm’s library with every vaguely supernatural tome she can find to see if there’s some ritual she can tweak to serve their needs. She longs for the wealth of knowledge stowed in the cabin on the moors — surely Joan knew some way to expand clothing for use in maternity or rheumatism — but it would take days to get out there, and she’s not at all sure that she’d prefer to go alone, and Ethan is quite involved in his work at the club, so — she reads. Evening after evening, as Ethan works through his post-dinner meal or as she waits for him to return home, she makes attempts on a basket of rags she sweet-talked out of Sembene, but nothing useful has emerged yet.

“Why are you still eating like this?” she asks Ethan suddenly, frustrated after a promising charm results in nothing but split cloth. “You’re well beyond the weight minimum, and they’re feeding you exceptionally well at the club. Surely it would be easier to slow your intake?”

Ethan shrugs and catches a hiccup in his fist. “The club’s great for maintaining my size, but there’s one pretty notable downside.”

Vanessa waits, one slim eyebrow arched. 

“You’re not there with me,” Ethan says, as if it should be obvious. “Sure, it’s great eating these huge gourmet meals and all, but watching you get hot and bothered about it’s half the fun. If you don’t mind my saying so.”

Vanessa almost laughs. “You’re doing this on my account?”

Ethan grins. “I mean, I’m doing some for the vampire job. But I realized some time ago that now that I’m in at the club, I probably don’t need to keep eating at quite this capacity. But you make such cute faces when I do. And then you asked if you could touch me, and I wasn’t going to say no to that —”

“You’re unbelievable,” says Vanessa, though she’s laughing. “You wouldn’t even need a tailor so badly if you weren’t so inclined to play the wanton.”

Something changes in Ethan’s grin, from good-natured to almost coy. “I don’t know if I can stop myself now,” he teases. “I’ve got quite the appetite to satisfy.”

With some difficulty, he sits up straighter, his belly rolling into his lap. He’s quite fat now, and she never tires of how it colors his movements, how he’s grown aware of how to spread his legs to give himself more room to bloat, how it takes him a couple of tries to lever himself off the sofa when he’s overfull. Tonight he’s made prodigious work of the leftover mince pies and custard tarts Vanessa squirreled away for him after dinner, and she can see his bloat high at the crest of his stomach, before it gives way to softness. His trousers are unbuttoned, his sweater rucked up above his waistband for comfort, and he looks so deliciously debauched and overfed that she just wants to shove something else in his mouth.

“Yes,” says Vanessa, regarding with a cool remove that she hopes comes off as flirtatious rather than off-putting. “I think you’re far too gone to stop now. How could you deny yourself, after so much indulgence? You’d hardly last a day without stuffing yourself just to feel sated.”

Ethan whines, pausing with his whiskey halfway to his lips. “And where’d you get so good at that kind of talk, huh? All those books on witchcraft?”

“No, these are my own virtues, I’m afraid,” she returns wryly. “Though I will confess to finding you bewitching. Especially at that size, with something in that pretty mouth of yours.”

Ethan coughs mid-sip. “Miss Ives! And here I thought you were some kind of proper lady.”

“Oh, you know me better than that,” she says, abandoning her basket of rags and squeezes herself beside him on the chaise. “What can I say,” she murmurs, tracing the slope of his stomach into his lap. “You bring it out in me. There’s just something about a large, strong man such as yourself completely at the mercy of his appetite — his animal instincts, as it were — until his penchant for excess becomes so evident that he can no longer hide it.”

Ethan’s breathing is shallow in a way she suspects isn’t entirely from the glut of his diet. “I have put on a bit of weight, haven’t I?”

Vanessa exhales raggedly. “A bit?”

“Vanessa?” calls Sir Malcolm from upstairs, and both of them freeze. “What are you still doing up?”

With practiced speed, Vanessa yanks the blanket from the back of the chaise and tosses it over Ethan’s bulging midsection. Ethan straightens as much as he can, one hand pressed to his protesting stomach, and schools his face into a neutral expression. By the time Malcolm looms in the doorway of the sitting room, they’re both arranged naturally in separate chairs, nothing but their glasses of liquor on the coffee table.

“Mr. Chandler and I were just discussing some of his findings from the club,” she says, mostly smoothly. “The vampire faction seems quite well-embedded in the social fabric of London, so we’ve been puzzling out possible motives or next moves.”

“Ah,” says Malcolm, eyes sliding between them with a tinge of suspicion. “Shall I join you?”

Ethan stifles a belch. “Just wrapping up, Sir Malcolm. I can barely keep my eyes open.”

“And besides,” Vanessa hurries to add, “we haven’t come up with much, anyway. Better for us all to get some sleep and resume in the morning.”

“All right,” says Malcolm slowly. “In the morning, then. I’ll have Sembene call on our doctor and Mr. Lyle.”

Vanessa nods and smiles benignly, holding her face stiffly until Malcolm turns back to the stairs. The moment he’s out of sight, her gaze meets Ethan’s, wide and stimulated.

“My room?” he offers in a low voice. “Ten minutes?”

“Yes,” agrees Vanessa, with perhaps too much fervor. “Ten minutes. There’s still more custard in the icebox. Shall I bring it?”

Ethan raises an eyebrow. “Do you have to ask?”

— 

Finally, she finds something suitable in a book full of cloaked language around keeping resources plentiful at sea, what seems to be a spell for lengthening rope indefinitely, and then something supplementary in a compendium of medical spellwork she recognizes from Joan’s own collection. If she can figure out some way to combine the two, if it works the way she guesses it will, then she should be able to charm Ethan’s clothes to expand with him.

And — Vanessa is loath to take the Lord’s name in vain, but by God, does he need it. He’s fairly overflowing his trousers, his stomach hanging heavily over his waistbands and untucking his shirts and sweaters with its sheer heft. She estimates he’s put on at least half a stone since they last weighed him, maybe a bit more. His bulk jiggles when he moves, and he seems to always be a bit out of breath now. Probably with a bit of conditioning, they could get him back into shape despite his size — and perhaps they should, considering his role in their work — but for now, while he’s simply gathering information, Vanessa relishes the little markers of how much bigger his body is now, how unused to his new weight. She loves to watch him navigate Grandage Place, with its bevy of furniture, antiques, and end tables; his stomach bumps trinkets and vases he clearly thought he made of a berth around, his hips catch in the narrow spaces between furniture pieces, his backside spreads over more and more of the sofa. If he’s not careful, his belly will soon bump the dinner table from his seat. 

She meets him in his room one evening as he’s coming back from washing up, hair damp and stomach still overfull from dinner and dessert. “Miss Ives,” he says, a note of surprise lingering in his voice, and she smiles up at him.

“Do you have a moment? I think I may have found a solution to your — clothing problems.”

“For you?” he says, returning her smile. “I’ve got all night.”

She instructs him to put on one of the shirts that no longer fits him, and he stands before her in his undershirt, his collared shirt hanging unbuttoned on either side of his gut. 

“If I try to button it, it’ll burst before you have time to say your abracadabra or what have you,” he warns, and she tugs it around his belly as far as it will go, which isn’t much.

“All right. I had hopes, but I suppose you’ve outgrown them a bit.”

She has him stand before her and then she balls the edges of his shirt tightly in her fists, murmuring the words she pulled from the books and focusing all her intention in his direction. She imagines Ethan growing plumper, plumper still, and his clothes growing with him, wrapping the curves and bulges of his body with properly fitted menswear that will never strain or tug or burst. 

When she opens her eyes, the shirt hangs undeniably longer around Ethan’s plump waist. Carefully, she pulls both sides together, and while the fabric hugs his round belly, it certainly fits. She’s able to do up every button with a bit of room to spare, and she can’t help but beam as she looks up at Ethan.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” she asks, and he grins back at her.

“You’re magical, Miss Ives. Not that that’s anything new, but it does bear repeating.” He smoothes a hand down the curve of his belly and admires himself in the mirror. “I don’t think even the tailor could do as smart a job as that.”

“Tomorrow we can go through the rest of your clothes,” she says, stepping behind him in the mirror. Gently, he takes her arms and pulls them around his waist, and she presses her cheek to his broad, soft back, eyes slipping shut with bliss.

“Now, Miss Ives,” he teases, and she savors the vibration of his voice against her. “You’re not at all worried that this gives me carte blanche to keep satisfying that gluttonous appetite of mine, are you?”

“Not in the least,” says Vanessa into his back. “In fact, I encourage it.”

Ethan grins into the mirror. “You’re on.”

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Distance - Rhys Montrose x Reader

Description: You and Rhys get ready for his campaign and there is some obvious tension that Kate can read that you try denying it until…

Rhys Montrose x reader

Female love interest

Warnings: Sexual Themes + Spoiler free

“Okay, let’s go over the speech,” I say, looking at Rhys, trying to choose a formal but casual outfit. “Rhys?” I say again, however, no use. He is too nervous about the whole thing. I sigh and walk over to the anxious man putting a hand on his shoulder. Rhys looks up, tired.

“Did you get any sleep?” l spoke softly, rubbing his arm. “Don’t be so worried about me” He brushed off my arm and continued to look at his bed, where clothing was sprawled out.

I slowly walk over and pick up a dark blue silk button-down. Rhys examines me while I hold it near him, seeing if this look would work. “Casual, but the silk makes you look professional,” I smile. “Perfect” Rhys takes the shirt to the bathroom.

“How is everything going so far?” Kate walks in with heels clicking on the wooden floor.

“The usual, Rhys being all panicky” I sighed and began to fold the untouched clothing. “He calms down around you, no?” Kate says, leaning closer to me and giving me a wink.

“Kate, it’s not like that. Give that up, will you?” I groan and push her away slightly, earning her a chuckle. “Whatever you say, Miss Y/n,” Kate winks again.

“Well, ladies, how do I look?” Rhys comes out cuffing his sleeves. Rhys is shaped like a God himself. His biceps slightly peaking through the somewhat tight button-up. The veins on his hands showed more with the movement of cuffing the sleeves, slender and large fingers-

“Dashing,” Kate responds

“Great! but something is missing,” I say, and Rhys scrunches his eyebrows in confusion. I walk closer and undo one button. Rhys looks down at my face, never looking away. Almost admiring. “Perfect. You look less like you’re choking on something.” I straighten out the shirt and walk back to Kate, who won’t stop grinning. I ignore her and go back to folding the clothes.

“Alright, I’ll be on my way and see you two later,” Rhys states, grabbing a coat from the chair beside him. He gives Kate a quick kiss on the cheek and then does the same to me but starts squeezing my shoulders. Rhys leans down to my ear. “I’ll be on the OOBI channel in ten minutes” I nodded in response. We both give a quick smile then Rhys follows us out the door. “Try not to be late for this event,” Kate calls out to Rhys, who leans on the open car door. “Don’t worry, I plan on buying every painting just for you, Kate,” Rhys says. “Y/n” gives me a wink to me before getting in and driving off.

“God, Y/n, that man wants to have sex with you,” Kate scoffs. I look at her wide-eyed. “Oh my god, Kate. Stop being so bold.” I shove her shoulder before getting into my car. She laughs before knocking on the window, which I roll it down.

“In all seriousness Y/n. I think he genuinely likes you, but something is happening. Tell me I’m not the only one?” Kate says softly, and I shut my eyes for a second, then respond. “He’s my friend who just got a divorce-“ I began, but Kate stopped me. “Bloody hell Vanessa.! Two years ago! He got a divorce two almost three years ago! Rhys is hot and single. Just go for it.” Kate yells in frustration. “Are you done?” I calmly say. “Yes. Fine, see you later” Kate backs out, and I drive back to my flat.

Rhys is charming and sexy. I can’t deny that. However, it’s different for me. Rhys wants to help the people of London. He cares about every little thing, his voice is like dark chocolate mixed with honey, and the raspiness makes my knees buckle. Most of all his eyes, his eyes remind me of morning skies. Rhys is polite and kind to everyone he meets. When we are alone, there is this force of wanting to be close to him. I have a crush on this god sculptural of a man, but I won’t admit that to my friends, not even to my dog (who I tell everything). That’s how private and precious this feeling is to me. I promised myself a year ago that I would never escalate this feeling, but now it feels so different. I honestly think about him, and whenever I do, I get a message or call from Rhys. I always catch him staring or stealing glances from one another. It makes me wonder if he feels the same. I’m an adult, and life’s too short, but having a crush is the scariest feeling in the world, in my opinion.

———————— three hours later ———————

I walk out of the limbo, already bombarded with flashing cameras and dozen questions. I just reply with thank you and a smile when asked about my new book series. In all honesty, I’m grateful to have become a somewhat known author, but today, I felt too drained to talk to interviewers about it.

I quickly walk into the white building greeting a few people along the way into the middle of the large room. It was like a ball, with chandeliers that lit up the room, the dark wooden floors that complimented Kates's paintings surrounded in the circle all over the room. It was a beautiful sight. I stood in awe, admiring the large stained glass windows. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" A familiar raspy voice interrupted my thoughts. "Rhys! You're here earlier than usual," I hug Rhys tightly. "Everyone keeps saying that. Do I come that late to these events" Rhys chuckles in my ear before letting go of me."Well, you usually come after everyone else arrives," I say before Rhys nods. I know the reason why he comes late it's because of these annoying rich pricks. Rhys and I come from a not-so-happy childhood, and growing up dirt poor can humble you, unlike these assholes who need major humbling. That is why we get along with each other. We are both hard-working people that earned our way here. "I see, I see," He mumbles, looking around before locking eyes with each other. We hold a glance for a minute, almost in a daze. The kind of look where we are the only two people in the room. "Hey, Rhys, you made it to the show," Adam interrupts out of nowhere, casually holding a glass of whiskey. They greet each other in a hug and start talking about a random topic. I couldn't pay attention as the feeling of desire kicked in as I looked at Rhys. Take a shine on his smile lines and the sudden look of confusion about whatever Adam is saying. His slightly raised eyebrow was followed by a deep chuckle.

“That’s why Y/n, we Americans have better breakfast than all of the UK. Right?” Adam slightly nudges my shoulder, and I nod, hoping they wouldn’t notice I wasn’t paying attention to the conversation. “Hey, there’s Simon. Let’s say hi” Adam eagerly grabs Rhys in Simon Soo’s direction. I laugh as Rhys stumbles slightly from the deathly grip.

I turn around to see the amazing paintings done by Kate. I love the ones with scenery that she amazingly captures with warm colors. Although my favorite would have to be the one she did for the cover of my recent novel. My eyes dote on the paintings as I slowly walk around the room. Feeling as though someone was watching me.

Rhys IS staring at you from across the room while trying so desperately to engage with the conversation between annoyed Simon and energetic Phoebe. He can’t help but be infatuated with you…

In this room is nothing but filled with beauty on canvases than there’s the painting created by Kate.

I swear you were painted by Aphrodite herself, I can’t help but stare whenever you are near me. But for now, I will love you from across a crowded room, my eyes catching your light, like a firefly in the dark of night.

My thoughts are silly, I know but do you feel the same?

I converse with Timothy Black, who is cousins with Phoebe. He is handsome with black hair and dark features, followed by dark green eyes. He is flirting, and I flirt back. If I can’t have the attention of Rhys or the balls to admit that I like him. Why not have fun with a sexy man willing to take me back to his place.

Out of habit, I suddenly look at the time on my phone. “Oh wow, we have been talking for an hour. Can you believe it?” I chuckle, taking a sip of my wine. “It feels like ten minutes,” Timothy says, raising his eyebrows. I nod and catch a familiar pair of blue eyes from across the room. Rhys looks annoyed. Time to save him from whatever conversation. “It’s been a pleasure talking to you, but I must go and save a friend” I squeeze Timothy’s shoulder, and he gives me a smile before leaning in to kiss me on the cheek. “See you around, Vanessa,” He whispers and starts another conversation with a friend. I quickly stride over to Rhys, who, surprisingly, is talking to no one. “I couldn’t help but see you looking annoyed, but I see no one in sight to annoy you whatsoever” I laugh but get no reaction from Rhys. I squint my eyes. “Are you okay?” I lean closer. “Wonderful,” Rhys says before chugging down a drink. “You’re obviously not fine. What is wrong? You know you can tell me anything,” I whisper, linking our arms together. “Can I?” He sarcastically remarks, looking at me with a hurt expression.

“Okay, come on, let’s talk” I grab his hand, leading him into a room that is secluded and far from the event.

“Rhys?” I say, looking at his back. He stopped and turned around. He looked frustrated. “Yes, darling?” Rhys sarcastic remarks. “Seriously, why are you mad? What is bothering you?” I plead, walking closer to him. Rhys huffs, finally looking at me, his gaze softening. “Do you like him? Do you like Timothy?” He said, quite agitated. My eyes widened. “Hell no, he’s not y- I like our conversations, but no, I don’t like him.” Rhys let out a sigh of relief, stepping closer to me. Fuck he looks good with his half-lidded eyes right now.

“Good,” He mumbled, looking around the room. “Rhys, what is this really about” “I say quietly, rubbing circles in his arm. His breath hitches and his eyes close. “God, I love it when you say my name like” that,” Rhys spoke lowly. My face suddenly gets hot. “This is not a time to mess around. I’m being serious.”

"So am I, love," He said with a severe tone. Looking at me with pleading eyes

God, is this actually happening. This is too much

"I hate you" I turn around, heading towards the door. Please stop me

"Fucking hell Y/n" Rhys grabbed my wrist, causing me to stop. I sigh, standing in the middle of the room and looking back at Rhys.

We are too close.

"Is there truly nothing going on between us?" He said with a hurt tone

"Is there Rhys? Because you flirt with every goddamn person in the room right after I think you like me. Am I joke to you?" I yelled angrily, throwing my hands out of his grasp.

"No absolutely not. Don’t ever think that Y/n because, because…" Rhys fades out looking at the ground with his eyes tightly shut "Fuck!" He yelled running hands through his hair. I scrunch my eyebrows with a pleading look. Say it please say it because I’m too scared to. "Please say it" my voice breaks barely above a whisper.

"Because I love you" Rhys finally says.

"Rhys…" I began to speak but was quickly silenced when he moved a couple of strands of my hair behind my ear. My lips remained parted as I studied his face. He stares at them intensely.

His eyebrows scrunched, eyes finally meeting mine, dazed, hypnotized even.

“You’re all I think about,” He whispers with deep a raspiness than his already deep voice. Moving closer towards me. The space between us was barely there now. Rhys closes his eyes for a second before letting out a sigh. His arm hesitantly reaches my waist with the other resting on my face. “Rhys…” I whisper again, hoping to gain some answer from him. He opens his eyes, searching for something to say as he leans closer, flicking back and forth to my lips and eyes. Soon our lips are a hairline apart. I could smell him. The soft vanilla scent mixed with a rich shampoo.

I audibly gasped when his hand brought our waist closer. I grab onto his bicep, squeezing it for support. The tension is too much. His thumb softly caressed my jaw as he tilted my head back. Holy shit. Rhys clenches his jaw, releasing a breath.

My breathe became shaky, "What are we doing?"

His eyes dipped to my lips for a split second before he could find my gaze again. I hadn’t noticed that I’d been staring at his lips. His eyes softened, and my whole body melted. Oh, how I hate and love this feeling. “What we should’ve done sooner,” He says, leaning closer. Noses grazing each other “Are you sure?” I am sure you are sure.

"Just a taste," he whispered, "please."

I tried to speak but was lost for words, but I could tell he understood how my body trembled underneath his touch, as did his. My free hand was placed on his chest while the other reached for his hair. Rhys shuttered under my touch.

“Kiss me then” I finally get my words back

Only then his soft lips met mine. Shy and hesitant, waiting for me to deny him. But I didn’t. How could I? I’ve wanted this, and so did he. I cupped the back of his head, kissing each other harder, hand squeezing my waist. The kiss then became soft but desperate. The sound of our faint breath fills the cold empty bedroom.

Rhys smiled against my lips. I kissed him again, making the first move.

Rhys's hands reached down to hug my waist while I moved mine to cup his face. I kiss him again more slowly and deeply. We both moan into the kiss. Rhys backs us up to a table, causing a few items to fall over. I giggle before meeting our lips again. Rhys swipes his tongue across my bottom lip, indicating he wants more. I part my mouth slightly, letting his whole tongue slide in. Rhys then leave trails of kisses on my face before reaching my neck. He kisses lightly on my ear, then sucks on my neck, earning a soft moan from me. I reach up and start undoing the buttons on his shirt.

“Wait,” Rhys says, out of breath. I pull away, confused, then realize. “I’m sorry, I should’ve asked” I bit my lip, savoring the taste of him. “No, it’s not that. I want to properly take you out for dinner and another one before we do this.” He says while creasing my face. “Yes, that sounds like a good idea” I softly smile and look up at Rhys. “Then it’s a date” He leans into my ear, sending chills down my spine. “Yes, it is.”

We both chuckle and hold stare for a few seconds. My heart skips a beat as I loving gaze upon Rhys's eyes. We are still catching our breath while still holding each other. So much can be said without saying a word. Like a work of art, our eyes cannot help but gaze upon golden colors in which a god created something so beautiful that it feels wrong to stare at.

Rhys suddenly caresses certain areas on my face. “What you you doing” I giggled.

“I’ve always loved the tiny moles on your face. Gods, do I really deserve this man? “That’s the first thing that I noticed about you. It’s like a star fell from the sky to make a constellation on your face,” Rhys faintly said.

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Notes:

Que cinnamon girl by lana del rey

Also posting this on A03 with same title

Name- nessashartwipe

I don’t why but I like to think Rhys would make poetry for his s/o

He’s a complex character and made it, even more, challenging for me to write, especially after You pt2, but hopefully, y’all liked this as much as I did :)