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Off to the Races

Chapter ii

Older!Rafe Cameron x Stepdaughter!Reader

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warnings: emotional infidelity. pseudo / stepcest. dd/lg dynamics. dark themes.

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Rafe didn’t think much of it when he came home one day to his living room full of cardboard boxes and pretty pink suitcases. The details of his stepdaughter’s arrival being handled by his wife all on his dime. He didn’t mind, he was more than happy to provide for what would be his family. Yet, he struggled to accept that he would have a 19 year old girl in his house who was suppose to be under his guidance. He could handle babies or toddlers, maybe even a young teen but she’s practically a young woman already. Legal enough to vote and 2 years away from being legal enough to drink. He throws his suitcase on the dining room table as he runs a hand over his face with a sigh. Shrugging off his jacket on the top of one of the chairs of the table and rolling his sleeves up. Rafe walked to the kitchen ready to shout his wife’s name, and look for her when the sight he saw made him stop in his tracks.

Now this, was a nice little surprise. Rafe knows he’s a married man fuck —he knows. If the gold wedding band on his left ring finger was anything to go by. But he’s only a man and he can’t help but stare at the pert little ass spread out in front of him in tiny pink shorts as the top half off whoever was in his fridge rummaged through. His eyes ran down the pretty legs exposed to him and locked on the way her ass was so spread out that he could almost practically see the imprint of her pussy. He cleared his throat and the figure jumped a little, immediately standing up and turning around. The face that came into view made Rafe’s heart stop.

A sweet little angel was standing in front him, a gorgeous face that glowed with youth. Her pretty eyes accentuated by wispy lashes, her plump pout accentuated with a shimmery gloss slathered across. Her wrinkle free complexion dewy with natural makeup and the way she batted her lashes as she took him in as well made him want to groan under his chest. His eyes quickly moved down her half-turned position. Taking in the side swell of her breast in the matching tube top, down to her pinched in waist and pert ass. Fuck —so fucking beautiful. That’s all he could think as he felt his cock harden. His brain racked as he could only come up with one conclusion as to who this is, dread filling in his chest and he told himself this better not be- “oh! You must be Rafe. I’m y/n… your stepdaughter.” Said a sweet voice that sounded like music to his ears, her words registering in his short-circuiting brain. Fuck. His stepdaughter.

Rafe cleared his throat as she turned her front to him and stepped fordeward, plump chest bouncing with each step as her hardened nipples poked through the light pink fabric. Pretty tummy looking so soft and nuzzable as she reached out a pretty manicured hand. Rafe quickly shook the sinful thoughts building in his mind as he finally acknowledged her, his large hand encasing hers as they shook in each other’s grasp. Both their chest tightening and eyes stuck on each other’s as they refused to let go. Sparks were flying, so many fucking sparks that it made a small gasp fall from her pretty lips and his grip on her hand tighten slightly. His cobalt eyes cutting into her as she cowered under his strong gaze. He was so handsome. The years doing good by him and she could not believe this was her stepdad. Why was heat building quickly inbetween her legs for a man who was almost 20 years her senior, a man who was again her stepdad.

When Rafe finally made the move to speak, he dropped her hand quickly before the overwhelming tension that built suffocated him. Running the hand over the back of his buzz-cut as he gave her a warm smile. “Welcome y/n. It’s uh-it’s nice to meet you, your mom hasn’t stopped talking about your arrival.” He drawled, his voice making her want to whimper from how sexy it was. Everything about his was so sexy and she wanted to feel sick at herself for finding him so attractive but how could she? How could anyone? She bat her long lashes at him as she gave him a shy smile before biting her bottom lip. Looking down bashfully at her pedicured toes which Rafe immediately took notice of. He loved a well-pampered girl. Especially one that looked as sweet as her and smelled like creamy vanilla that was hitting his nose. His sweet little stepdaughter who he only just met but all he wants to do is devour her whole.

“Oh, I um.. I guess.” She sighed out, looking back up at him as she shrugged with an ironic smile. “I wish she felt the same way when I was born.” She admitted with a shy whisper, immediately looking down again as she realize she said it to the man her mother was married to. Hoping he didn’t take any offense to her mommy issues. Rafe sighed, stepping forward and reaching his hand under her chin. He pushed it up with his index finger and pinched it with his chin as she looked into his piercing gaze one more. “I know sweetheart, but be happy she’s making the effort now. You’ll be so happy here, I know it. We’re gonna take care of you. Don’t let a thing worry that little brain, you’re home now.” He comforted her, his use of a pet name making her insides turn into goo as she gave him a sweet smile which he immediately returned. He pinched her chin lovingly then pulled it away. He then knocked her chin lightly with his index finger making her let out a sweet giggle that he wanted to hear all the time. His heart already making space for her as she made his insides warm up. Sweet babygirl, I’m going to take such good care of you. Their sweet moment being interrupted by a voice he knew all too well.

“Oh great! You guys have met already I’m so glad! Honey..this is my babygirl!” Gushed his wife as her heels clacked over to her scantily clad daughter, hugging her as the younger girl tensed. Patting her back awkwardly as she looked at Rafe over her mom’s shoulder. Rafe reassured her with a wink and smile, that made her body loosen immediately and return her mother’s embrace. The older woman pulled back with a big smile as she turned to her husband, walking over to him and sliding her hands up his chest as she greeted him with a long peck. “Hi honey, m’so glad you’re home.” She drawled from the back of her throat, closing her eyes and kissing him once more as he stared at the girl behind her. Her pretty lips turning into a small frown as she looked down once more, arms crossing over her chest while she brought one out to inspect her manicure. When his wife pulled back from the kiss he was still staring at his stepdaughter. His gaze quickly moving to his wife’s as he gave her a warm yet not all genuine smile. Her smoothed her hair back as he greeted her with a, “hi honey.” Her smile widened as she turned to her daughter while looping her arm around Rafe’s waist. The two intertwined as they stared at her. Only in different ways. While his wife stared at her with giddiness, ready to build a relationship with her neglected child. Rafe stared at her with a slight frown marring his perfect face. He hated the way she caved in on herself, keeping her gaze down on her toes while she fiddled with her fingers.

“Baby, do you need Rafe to help you put your stuff in your room?” Her mother said softly, stepping forward and reaching out her hand to caress her daughter’s upper arm. The younger girl looked up at her mom, sadness still lingering in her eyes as she nodded slightly. Moving her gaze to Rafe as she cowered under his eye contact, moving her eyes down again immediately. Rafe hated seeing her this way, already feeling so protective of the little princess that landed in his home and was carving out her place in his heart. “Of course. C’mon princess show me where you want it.” He reached out his hand, waiting for her to place hers in his open palm. The younger girl looking at her mom for reassurance, her mom gave her quick nod with a warm smile. Only then, is when she placed her pretty hand into his. The use of a nickname once again settling in her as she smiled at him once more; Rafe immediately returning it with satisfaction settling in his chest. He guided her out of the kitchen and helped her move everything she had with her guidance and soft voice pointing out where she wanted her things to be settled.

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After less than an hour Rafe brought the last of her things to her room. Watching as her eyes took everything in, moving to the balcony doors and opening them. She walked through excitedly and giggled to herself as she took in the lowering sun, leaving a warm orange haze over Kildare. She sighed as she leaned on the railing, not believing she gets to call this grand room and beautiful view her home. So different from the small apartment and bustling city she used to live in. Rafe shuffled slowly behind her onto the balcony, coming next to her as his eyes stared at her. He watched as she took everything in, her eyes shining with happiness. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” He broke the silence, watching her pretty eyes look into his as she nodded. “I’ve never seen anything like it.” She shyly admitted, looking back at the sun kissing the ocean. Like two lovers meeting again in a warm greeting. Rafe’s eyes still holding onto her as he took in her glow in the lowering sun, his new sweet little angel who he was liking more than just in a fatherly sense.

He watched as her eyes welled up and a single tear dripped down her cheek, more following after from both as her lips pursed in a frown and her chin wobbled. Rafe’s brows furrowing in concern as he took in her the melancholic energy radiating off of her, immediately grabbing her in his arms. She immediately latched onto him, his hand pushing her face into his neck as a sob fell from her lips. Tears wetting his skin as he brought his hand to caress her head, laying his cheek on her as his other arm wrapped around her. “Hey princess,” he cooed to her. “What’s wrong, huh? C’mon sweet girl,” he urged her to answer as her hands curled into his button up and she buried face harder into him. His natural scent, cologne and warm skin immediately soothing her. He smelled and felt like home. His big arms around her as she felt safe in a way she hasn’t in so long. Her dad never held her like this, he never comforted her pain.

Rafe rocked them side to side as her sobs minimized into soft sniffles and whimpers, her arms coming to wrap around his waist as she pulled back to look into his eyes. Her head craning up to look at him as he craned his down. Taking in her red-rimmed eyes, long lashes clumped with tears, and red-tipped nose as he cooed at her once more. So precious, a little doll who needs to be taken care of and protected. He would do just that, he would do anything for her. It’s been only just a couple hours since they met and he’s already completely enamored by her, his feelings walking the tight line of paternal and something romantic. He didn’t know and he didn’t care to figure it out right then. All he knew is that she was his now, under his roof and he was going to ensure his angel was well-taken care of. Rafe brought the hand that was caressing her hair and used his index finger to wipe away her tears, “what’s wrong, hm? What’s got you so down? Aren’t you happy?” He cooed to her once more, cupping her cheek as he urged her to speak. Her lips still in a precious out and swollen from her crying. All he could think is how kissable they look, and as much as he liked how pretty she looked with tears streaming down her cheeks he hated it being from a negative emotion.

“I-I am,” she croaked out, voice raspy from her sobbing session as she nuzzled her cheek into his hand. “I just feel so overwhelmed, so much to take in. I-I’ve never..” she trailed off, looking down as she pushed her forehead onto his chest. Rafe immediately put his hand under her chin and pushed her head up to look back into his eyes, urging her to continue. “I’ve never had anything like this before. I’m so grateful, I’ve never been held so tightly this way or cared about. My dad was… let’s just say he wasn’t always nice an-and we lived paycheck to paycheck in a tiny apartment. For all this to be mine an-and you being so sweet to me. It’s all so much, and m’sorry for crying.” She whispered the last part, Rafe taking in her words as his arm tightened around her and his thumb and index finger pinched her chin. He gave her a sad smile as his thumb caressed her. The tip of it grazing the bottom of her lower lip. Anger building in his chest at the thought that she’s been living like that for so long, she deserves everything. All the luxury he was going to provide for her and he doesn’t even want to dwell on what she said about her father. He can’t imagine anyone treating her less than the princess she is. His princess now.

“It’s okay, baby.” He felt her hands fist the back of his shirt as he granted her a new nickname. Something way more intimate than the one he’s been calling her. “I’m gonna take care of you okay,” he spoke seriously, holding her eyes with his piercing gaze as he urged her to understand his words. Watching hers soften slightly, “You don’t need to worry about him anymore, or worry about that life anymore. You’re here now, with me. With your mom.” He added the last part for the sake of some normalcy, watching her deflate slightly as she remembered this was her mother’s husband. A woman who gave her up so easily and lived a beautiful life while knowing her daughter didn’t. “Maybe one day, you’ll tell me everything. For now, I want you to get some rest and sleep in the big bed that’s all yours now.” He pinched her chin once last time, using it to bring her closer as he guided his lips to her forehead. Kissing it softly with small pecks as both their eyes closed.

Warmth radiated over them and encased them in a small bubble. The orange haze of the lowering sun a physical representation of such. Deep inside they both knew this was crossing a big boundary, they should feel sick at being so touchy with each other so early on especially under the circumstances. He’s her stepdad, she’s his stepdaughter. Though they can’t find it in themselves to care, because it felt so fucking good and neither of them wanted it to end. They could stay in each other’s arms forever it felt like. The intense spark between the two beginning to build into a flame that neither would yet realize, would eventually grow and explode into something grand. Something that would blow up a lot of things, damaging them to no repair. Only they together would survive the explosion.

“Daddy’s here now, and I’m not letting you go. Ever.”

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[pastorpresent]

tw: abuse, eating disorders, mentions of alcoholism

One of Wade's earliest memories was being four years old, sat at the half rotten kitchen table, sobbing hysterically over the food on his plate - all while his parents screamed at each other in the background.

"He needs to fucking learn, we're too poor for his fussy ass to waste food!"

His dad, getting in his mother's face, hands curled into fists as a warning, or a threat.

"I know, but he's not gonna fucking eat otherwise, and you heard that doctor. He's underweight as it is! I've got his chicken nuggets in the freezer-"

A smack, and the reverberating sound didn't even make Wade flinch anymore. He was kicking his tiny feet, trying to lift the fork to his mouth to end all of this, but it's like his body just... couldn't do it.

He was trying to be a good boy. He really was. He didn't want mommy getting hurt because he couldn't be good. It wasn't fair.

"Eat, Wade. Now," and that was definitely a threat, the words growled in his face, and Wade let out a sob as he quickly shoved the forkful past his quivering lips.

"You don't move from this fucking seat until this plate is empty. We clear?"

The grip on his arm hurt, but he knew if he tried to squirm away it would only tighten.

"Y-yes sir," he hiccuped, and his dad smirked, triumphant. As if he'd won, and his tiny self couldn't explain it but it made him feel like crying harder.

It took two hours, and tiny bites, but he finished the meal.

He didn't feel right the rest of the night. It was gone and done, but he felt utterly sick, like he needed the food and the taste out of him, and it didn't matter how many times he scrubbed his teeth with his spongebob toothbrush, up on his tippy-toes to reach the sink, the taste wouldn't fade.

He'd ended up spewing the meal back up a few hours later. He hated throwing up because of how shaky and weak it made him feel, and yet that night? He'd been practically giddy to have the food out of him.

It was the first time, but it wasn't the last. It may of been his earliest memory, but he had hundreds more exactly like it as a kid. Sat at that stupid table. The plate in front of him. Tears in his eyes.

Half the time, he'd just take the beating. At least he could settle after that, and not agonise for hours over the foods presence in his stomach until he was able to get it the fuck out.

He expected to grow out of it, as he hit his teens. He did start actually trying new foods, to usually poor results. His grandmother had scoffed, labeled him 'fussy', her eyes as disapproving as her sons. Wade had accepted the label, wore it with a twinge of embarrassment- because while he was good at not taking himself seriously, it still sucked ass not to be able to order off the adult menu in most restaurants and to turn down completely normal adult snacks because he couldn't stand certain textures or tastes.

He never grew out of it, in the end, but the list of foods he deemed as 'safe' did expand just a little.

It wasn't until he was older and they learnt about neurodivergence in health class that he ever heard a description accurate to his relationship with food. Avoidant restrictive food intake disorder. ARFID.

Wade had scribbled it down in his textbook, and ended up being late home from school that day because he was busy looking it up in the school library.

He could've cried with relief, honestly. A word. A diagnosis, even if he'd never get an official one. He wasn't some unique, one person freak show. It was a disorder. A disorder a lot of people suffered with.

He still struggled, but it was nice to have that layer of understanding.

His mutation made it worse. Changed the texture of his mouth, his tongue, and so things that had once been safe no longer were. He was practically starting from scratch, but he managed.

He got his ramen. His chicken nuggets. His boxed mac and cheese.

It was all fine and dandy and hey - on the plus side, the nutrionless crap he was eating couldn't kill him now! Unless heart disease could beat out regenerative healing, but when he considered how often Logan must've destroyed his liver by now - he figured he'd be fine.

Well, it was all fine until Logan moved in.

Him and Al never really 'cooked". They'd get take out, where Wade could get exactly as he wanted, or if not they didn't really eat together. Al would have whatever she was having, and Wade would knock himself up something of his own, and other than an occasional lighthearted comment about Wade having the dietary choices of a toddler, not much else was said. Al's comments didn't bother him anyway, because he knew they weren't insults. Didn't sting like his father's words.

He did their grocery shop too, so it all worked out fine.

When Logan moved in, he wanted to be helpful. He was struggling to find a job that would take him without a social security number or any form of identification that didn't technically belong to a man everyone knew to be dead. It meant he couldn't contribute to the rent and bills, and Wade knew he felt guilty about that even if he'd told him a million times over that it didn't matter.

He loved having Logan around. He'd pulled him from his own universe to be here. Giving him a roof over his head and sharing his bed while Al took the pullout really wasn't a big deal, and absolutely not something Logan had to repay him for.

He started taking on the domestic duties around the house as a way of payment anyway. The apartment had never been cleaner, that's for sure, and he took Mary Puppins on all of her walks.

It was fine. Everything was fine. Until Wade had came home from work one day and found that Logan had took it upon himself to go stock up on groceries, and cook dinner.

Wade hated how nervous seeing someone standing over a fucking stove made him. He knew a psychiatrist would probably give some dumb spiel about PTSD and unresolved trauma, but Wade just felt like a fucking idiot, freezing up in his own kitchen at the sight of Logan cooking and humming along to their old, shitty radio.

"Hey, how was work?" Logan glanced up from the steaks sizzling in the pan.

Wade needed to get it the fuck together. He couldn't let Logan realise how pathetic he truly was.

"Fine, dull," he replied with a shrug, hanging up his jacket and trying to quell the rising panic, but the smell alone was a lot and he could already feel his body tensing up, his fight or flight kicking in, and he wanted to scream and rip his own skin off because it was so fucking dumb.

"You alright, bub?" Logan asked, pulling Wade from his thoughts.

He nodded.

"Yeah I- need to shower," he excused, figuring it was a good enough reason to dip out and try to get a fucking grip.

"Alright," Logan said, eyebrow raised, "well dinners probably gonna be ready in twenty minutes or so."

Wade nodded, plastering on his best grin, "can't wait, peanut," he said, before quickly rushing out the room.

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He felt like he was walking into the lions den, entering the kitchen. The shower and ten minute self pep talk did very little to fill him with confidence. Logan and Al were already sat at the table. Mary Puppins waited eagerly at their feet.

"There, the fuckers here. Can we eat now?" Al demanded, and Logan rolled his eyes but he was wearing one of those almost fond smiles, "go ahead."

Wade took his usual seat next to Logan, between him and Al, and picked up his knife and fork, staring down at the plate. Steak, mashed potatoes and green beans.

A normal fucking meal for an adult, and yet Wade felt his stomach tying itself into intricate knots just looking at it.

Al and Logan were chatting about the movie they'd watched last night, but their voices were muffled and distant. He scooped up a tiny bit of the potatoes, shoving it in before he could change his mind, forcing his throat to work and swallow it quickly. He could still taste it, could feel the texture imprinted onto his tastebuds.

He could do this. He could. Just get through one measly meal, and it would be fine. He already knew how strange he came across, and it was an honest to God miracle that Logan had stuck around - what if this was the final straw? Watching Wade waste the perfectly good meal he'd stood and cooked for him in favour of something beige and cooked in the microwave?

If he was going to lose Logan, it would have to be for a hell of a better reason than that.

He kept going, so focused on getting the food down that he missed the worried glances Logan was throwing his way.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but his thoughts were interrupted by the clattering of silverware.

"That was delicious. Who knew your dumbass could actually cook a meal?" Al commented, and when Wade looked up both of their plates were clear. He looked back to his own. At the single missing green bean, and pitiful dint in the mashed potatoes. The hardly distinguishable sliver of missing steak.

"I'm two hundred years old, picking up some hobbies here and there becomes a necessity to maintaining sanity," Logan shrugged, smiling, but it didn't feel like it was fully a joke and it only made Wade feel that much more guilty.

"Well, it's Wade's turn for dishes so I'm off to bingo. Don't wait up," Al left the table, barely side stepping Mary Puppins, and Wade could feel Logan's eyes on him now.

He didn't dare meet his gaze, forcing a bite of steak past his lips.

"What's up with you? You not into steak?"

There was no bite behind the words, and yet they made his breathing pick up all the same.

"I- I am, it's- good, honest. Thank you," he said, taking another bite, ignoring his body's protests, suppressing the shiver.

"Wade. Look at me," his head snapped to Logan. He was already in trouble. If he started being bad and not listening, it would hurt more, and he couldn't-

"Hey," Logan's voice was oddly soft when he spoke, but firm enough to get his attention. He reached over, pushed Wade's hands down gently, uncurled his fingers from their white knuckled grip around the cutlery.

Wade watched him do it, utterly confused.

"I'll eat it. I will, I'm trying," he hated the childlike panic that had taken over his brain. He felt like that four year old again, staring at his plate with a wobbling lip and damp eyes.

But he felt helpless to stop it.

"Do you not like it?" Logan asked.

Wade was biting his lip hard enough that he tasted blood, "it's... thank you. For making it for me."

"That's not an answer bub," Logan hummed, "do you like it or no?"

Wade chewed the torn skin of his bottom lip. Shook his head once. Tried to get his body to calm the fuck down.

Logan reached over. Wade flinched, cringing in on himself, eyes squeezed shut, bracing for an impact that never came. Instead he just used his thumb to release the lip Wade was using as a chew toy from between his teeth.

"Ok, that's alright. No worries, yeah? You want me to make you some of that ramen stuff you like instead?"

"I- I have food, you cooked me it, I shouldn't..." he trailed off when his throat felt tight.

"And you don't like it, which is completely fine. I'll clean up, you go sit on the couch and I'll bring you some ramen in soon."

"Logan-"

"Wasn't a request, bub. Go pick us a movie to watch," Logan stood, piling up all three plates, and Wade could've cried with relief honestly.

He got up and went to the couch, picking out Shaun of the Dead and sticking it in the pink Hello Kitty DVD player he'd scored years ago at the thrift store. He sat down, but his leg was bouncing like crazy and he couldn't get his eyes to focus.

Logan said it was fine, he reminded himself. He wasn't angry. But what if he was lying? What if he was just trying to lure him into a false sense of security? Make that first hit hurt even harder?

His dad had done that, in the past. Wade never understood why. Boredom, maybe? The same cycle of screaming at him, beating him bloody, rinse and repeat probably got old he supposed.

By the time Logan came over, bowl of noodles in hand, Wade was struggling through a fully fledged panic attack.

"I'm sorry, sorry, I'll- been bad, I'm sorry," he couldn't stop shaking, his breath punched out of him as he curled in on himself, burying his head in his knees which he pulled up tightly to his chest.

'You're a little pussy, no fucking son of mine. Stop hiding, boy!'

"Wade, Wade no. I'm not angry, you didn't do anything bad," he felt the couch dip next to him, and an arm wrapped around his back, pulling him against the solid warmth and familiar scent of Logan.

"I'm sorry," he didn't feel capable of saying anything else, and Logan shushed him softly, reaching out to grasp his hand, "it's fine, really. Look at me, sweetheart."

Wade reluctantly lifted his head, looking over at the older man who's face was filled with a genuine concern.

He hated that. Hated that he was so much of a fucking freak, making Logan worry about him because he couldn't get a damn grip on his own thoughts. He knew comforting people wasn't something that Logan necessarily enjoyed, and it was ridiculous and unfair for him to have to do it over something so small and dumb.

"I-"

"Shhh, just breathe. In and out. Slowly," Logan guided, emphasising his own, his thumb rubbing gentle circles around Wade's shoulder.

Wade copied. Eventually, he felt his body relaxing somewhat. He didn't realise he was leaning so heavily against him, eyes slipping closed, until one of Logan's arms wrapped around his waist.

His cheeks burned, but Logan wasn't pushing him off, and there was something soothing about his body heat and listening to the beat of his heart, even if it was muffled by the metal binded to his ribcage.

He wasn't sure how long he lay snuggled into Logan's side, but eventually he felt able to speak a bit more, his throat not so tight and brain not so crowded.

"My dad used to... get mad, if I didn't eat what I was given. Used to beat me for it," he said quietly.

Logan was silent for a long moment, and Wade almost pulled back just to see if he could read his expression. The hand on his waist tightened, fingers slipping beneath his shirt to run patterns over his hip bones.

"Dad's fucking suck. Hell, I killed mine. I wish I could kill yours, for doing that to you."

A sick, deeply twisted part of him wanted Logan to do it. Wanted to watch as his dad squirmed on the floor, covered in blood and bruises, all while he begged for mercy from an angry man who was so much bigger and stronger than him. Poetic justice really, but...

"He's already dead, sadly. Heart attack a few years ago."

"I'd say sorry for your loss, but I'm not," Logan commented, and Wade snorted against him, "yeah, me neither."

The silence returned. Wade hated silence, usually. Would say any dumb shit to fill it. Except it felt kind of... nice, right now. Comfortable. He didn't mind stewing in it for a few minutes.

"You know I'd never..." Logan trailed off, struggling with his words for a moment, which was odd. Wade had never heard him do that.

"I'd never hurt you like that. I know that sounds dumb, given the fact we fought each other a million times in the void, but I wouldn't..." he trailed off again, grunting in frustration.

Wade finally lifted up enough to look at him.

"I know. It's different when we fight, anyway. I'm immortal. You're immortal. I get my own hits in, and I fight dirty. It's a level playing field. With my dad... he started when I was four. I didn't have much of a chance," he shrugged, ignoring the flash of anger on Logan's face at the number, "I kind of like our fights. They keep me on my game, and I know I can't actually hurt you permanently. It's more like..."

"Play fighting?" Logan finished, his tone teasing but Wade knew he was serious, knew it was probably the only accurate word for what they did, "yeah," he grinned, and Logan chuckled.

Silence returned, their gazes locked. Logan's eyes went impossibly soft, "you alright now, bub?"

Wade nodded, leaning into the touch of his hip, bringing his own hand to rest on Logan's chest, "yeah, thank you."

"You want your ramen?" Logan asked softly, hurriedly adding, "if not that's okay, you don't have to. Just don't want you going hungry."

Wade nodded, and separated reluctantly from Logan to grab the bowl. He immediately felt a brief shock of that familiar panic and dread, but forced himself to remember that Logan wasn't mad, hadn't left him, he was right there.

He started eating, and Logan's arm returned to his waist, tugging him back in against his chest so he was situated between the older mans legs.

He looked up with a small smile, but Logan was pointedly watching the TV, even if the corners of his lips twitched upwards.

Eating the noodles was easy, and Wade didn't realise how hungry he'd been until it was gone.

"Can I ask you something? You don't gotta answer if you don't want to," Logan asked, taking the empty bowl from his hands and putting it on the coffee table.

"Sure," Wade shrugged, getting comfortable against him.

"It's... safe foods and stuff, right? You can only eat certain things? It's got a name, an annogram... starts with an A, I think?"

Wade sat up fully, brows furrowing as he looked over at Logan.

"ARFID. How do you know about that?" He asked, head tilting to the side. It's not something he had even knew where to start explaining to somebody like Logan. He worried he'd have the same outdated 'kids are just brats these days' kind of outlook on it that his dad did, but he scolded himself for that. Ever since they'd met, Logan had proved his stance on most topics was oddly forward thinking. Wade remembered one particularly impassioned rant about gay rights one night when some old trump clip had played on the news.

He just didn't expect Logan to know what it was at all, nevermind identify the behaviours as such.

"I never taught at the mansion, but I was around a lot. Charles said the kids liked me, for some reason, and I sort of became... not a counsellor, because I'm too fucked up for that, but just someone who the kids knew they could come to. Few of 'em struggled at meal times. Would come see me and I'd make chicken nuggets or whatever they felt able to eat. Sit with them while they did," Logan had that sort of glossy distant look in his eyes, the same one he always seemed to adopt whenever he'd reflect on his past.

Wade felt ready to melt into the damn couch cushions, his love for Logan increasing tenfold. There was a niggling sense of envy, too, just below the surface. He was glad the kids Logan cared for weren't abused for something out of their hands. That they were understood, even if only during their stay at the mansion.

But it didn't stop the jealousy from burning low and ugly inside of him. He never got that, never had an ounce of understanding from anyone. He was punished instead. Not starved, because he was always offered food technically, but in a way...

"I'm glad they had someone like you to support them. I'm sure that meant a lot," Wade said, no jokes, his face serious.

Logan looked away. That look grew more haunted, and he shook his head, "very little consolation considering most of them died because of me in the end."

"Lo, you didn't-"

"I know," Logan interrupted, his face completely unconvinced, "I know you disagree, that's fine. We don't... let's not talk about it again," he said, and Wade didn't want to drop it, wanted to argue until he lost his voice that what those people did wasn't Logan's fault - but it's an argument they'd had a million times over, and he never made any headway.

It always ended with Logan storming out to a bar to get pissed, likely in some dumb effort to prove how 'terrible' he was, and then they wouldn't speak for a few days until they both missed the other's company enough to put the debate and their pride aside.

So as much as Wade wanted to argue his point, he let it be done for now.

"Do need you to do me a favour though, bub."

"Hm?" Wade hummed.

"A list - all your safe foods. Bit pointless me shopping and cooking if I don't know what you can eat," Logan said, and Wade's throat went completely dry.

He'd wrote a list once. Only once. When he was nine, when he'd convinced himself his parents didn't hate him - they just didn't understand, and he could help. He wrote a list in his wobbly handwriting, the foods he liked - the foods he wouldn't need to expel from his body. He'd drew pictures next to each one. He'd gave it to his dad with a smile.

The smile had been slapped off his face. The list had been hung on the fridge, the only piece of his artwork to ever feature there, as a warning to his mother about what not to buy on their grocery trip.

And now here Logan was. Asking for one, so he could make sure he could stock those things, cook them for him.

He all but threw himself against Logan, who merely grunted at the impact, wrapping him easily in a hug while Wade practically squeezed the life out of him.

"Thank you," he mumbled against his neck.

"Don't mention it."

[sentient-stove]

“Well there’s contract magic- that’s what Constantine does, along with the majority of prevalent magic users.” Tim nudged her foot out of the way, continuing the chalk circle around them. Sam turned to follow, wondering how he managed to keep the circle so even.

“Wait, who’s Constantine?” Tucker asked. “They’re not in the files.”

“He’s a pain in everyone’s ass.” Danny muttered. “He’s in contract with half the Creatures on this side of the realms. You know the amount of ghosts I got complaining to me cause he tricked them better than they could when they went under contract?”

“Hnn, yeah most wouldn’t take too nicely to getting tricked. Salt please.” Tim handed the chalk to Tucker in exchange for salt from the bag he’d shoved into the other teen’s arms. “And then someone like Zatanna is Born with her magic, but Born are rare, so I doubt one of them would be targeting you three specifically. Leaves us with Creature or Cursed.”

Sam watched in mild amusement as Danny tried to smudge the chalk-and-salt lines, static bursting from the point and making him recoil. “Creature, that would be fae-things right? Ghosts, demons, whatever is made of magic or magic adjacent?”

“Basically. Salt will help with that. The chalk is hopefully for anyone who tries to cast like how I do. Although trying to harness magic by manipulating curses is rare since it involves far too much grave and museum robbing. Lucky for me, mom and dad did the legwork, so I haven’t needed to rob a grave yet. Mind setting this cat pair at the northern and eastern points of the circle?” He offered two tiny stone cats to her and Sam wrapped her hands around them, the smooth stone unnaturally chilled.

[loveaurdeepression]

STOP I LOVE YOUR PLATONIC!MIGUEL FICS <333

would you be okay with writing smth where teen!reader makes him something?? like maybe reader loves making things out of paper (like paper flowers, butterflies, tiny stars, etc.) so they decided fo make smth for miguel?

and maybe reader is nervous he won't like it?? :(

I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS<333

Origami and Suit Malfunctions- Miguel O' Hara x teen!spider!reader

See, the thing with being a part time employee of the spider society meant that you had a lot of free time compared to other spiders. Normally anyone would go back to their own universe, but yours was sadly destroyed.

Sad. Anyways, it meant that you had a lot of free time. Free time to annoy Miguel, to conspire with Lyla, to practice your techniques..... and to hone your previously horrendous origami skills.

Like, no joke, you had absolutely no talent when it come to folding paper into intricate shapes. But hey, bored and borderline insanity works wonders for the brain.

So, slowly but surely, you taught yourself to make paper stars and flowers and boats. But you wanted to make something for Miguel. Why?

Who knows? Like I said, boredom does things to the brain.

Miguel wasn't exactly an open book and he'd probably die of a heart attack if you gave him flowers. You didn't have time to make hundreds of little paper stars so that was ruled out-

"What're you thinking about?" the older man's raspy voice reaches your ears.

"How to get your suit to malfunction." you quip back.

"Why must you torture me so?" he replies in a monotone voice as he sits on his seat, opposite you.

"I'm your employee, it's my job."

"Your job is to be a pain in the ass?" he raises an eyebrow.

"Precisely." you stick your tongue out and he rolls his eyes.

After a few seconds, you clear your throat, "Hey, uh, what's your favorite sport?

He's silent for a while and you can see his eyes gloss over, his reply is shaky, "Soccer."

You nod with a thumbs up, "Thank you Bossman Bosserson."

"You call me that again, I'll throw Lyla at you." he threatens as you go to leave the office.

"Jokes on you, I'd love that!" you shout back you walk out.

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Finally, he thinks, Finally this mission is over. Now he can go have a hot shower and a good meal and some of the amazing chai you make and he'll be in a somewhat good mood.

When he enters his office, he stunned at the silence.

Normally he can hear the sound of your feet tapping against the floor or your humming and the the fact that he can hear nothing is unnerving.

"Kid?" he calls out, Answer me.

He swings to the top of the platform, and you're not where you normally are. You're not sitting there, zoned out with your foot tapping incessantly like a little child. You're not where you're supposed to be.

"Miguel, your heart is racing, you okay?" Lyla asks him.

"Where's my kid?" he asks her.

"Oh baby Mig's hanging out with Hobie!" she says cheerfully.

"What?" he all but growls.

"Hey! Chill! She's fine! In fact, " the AI smirks and nods towards his desk, "She left something for you."

He turns and his heart skips a beat.

There's a little paper soccer ball on his desk.

It's tiny in his palm, but it has your initials and a post-it stuck on top.

"You said you liked soccer, so this is for you :D. I would never try to screw with your suit, don't worry ;)"

The ink smudges as a tear drops onto where you've signed the post it.

"God, this spider, I swear." he grumbles and wipes his eyes.

"This spider...what?" he jumps and turns at the sound of your voice. You're standing behind him with your hands behind your back and a sheepish smile on your face.

"This spider is my kid." he pats your cheek softly, "Thank you, this means a lot."

You nod with a smile, "You're welcome."

He narrows his eyes at you, "What have you been up to? Why are you being so nice?"

You slowly back away, "Pfft, what are you talking about? I've done nothing wrong"

A hologram pops up and Miguel watches as the T-Rex bellows at Pavitr's retreating form, and his head whips to you.

"Bye! Love you!" you shriek and jump off the platform, disappearing as he tries to follow you.

With a start he realizes what you just said.

"I hate that kid." he groans and then notices that he's grinning like an idiot.

[apricotgojo]

✧.* we like short shorts! ✧.*

・❥・ Pairing: Toji/Reader ! NSFW ! MDNI !

・❥・ Word count: 3.6K

ׂ╰┈➤ summary: The only pair of wearable clothing he could find are his teeny-tweeny shorts from his teen years but no one’s gonna be up to see him, right?

ׂ╰┈➤ Tags: Toji is feral, unprotected sex, reader is a menace, cum!, cunnilingus, toji has a nice ass, facial <3, p in v, hair pulling.

A/N : i feel very filthy after writing this :) i couldn’t stop thinking about toji in lil short shorts tho so enjoy bbs!

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"shit."

It was one of those nights for Toji - Laundry night. Only the slight issue was that he realized that all his clothes had a hole in them. Every single piece of clothing he owned had some type of hole in it - be it big or small. The realization kicked in when he noticed that his left nut was hanging out of a hole in his boxers.

And that's why he was standing completely butt-naked, brows furrowed at his entire wardrobe splayed out on the floor. He had work in the morning - fuck, he had work in the morning and he didn't have a clean or decent piece of clothing to wear.

He rubs his palm across his mouth as he contemplates his entire existence. It was his fault and he knew it - All those times he shrugged when he saw the, once tiny, hole in his clothes, all those times he swore that he would buy new underwear at least and completely ignored them when he passed by them at a shop. Maybe this realization will finally be enough for him to get off his ass and go buy some decent clothes.

He knew somewhere in the pile splattered around him there were clothes that weren't in the worst state possible for him to go to work with - but were they clean? fuck no.

He let out a deep sigh - He needed to go down and wash his clothes. Even if it was 2 in the morning, he was gonna go insane if none of his clothes were remotely wearable. Thing is, what was he even going to wear to go down to the communal laundry room? He couldn't wear boxers without a part of his dick showing, all his shorts had big ass holes in them and- wait.

Something in the corner of the room catches Toji's eye. Were those his old basketball shorts? He makes his way towards the piece of clothing and crouches down to pick it up. After examining it, a sigh of relief escapes his lips - no fucking holes.

The last time he wore those basketball short was when he was 14 years old. He is now past his 30's. Those shorts he had on were no longer considered to be basketball shorts. Not with the way he thought the circulation from his thighs was about to get cut off. He didn't even bother looking in the mirror as he strode off with a bag full of his clothes.

Who was going to be up doing laundry at 2AM anyway?

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Your face scrunched up as you gathered the cum stained bed sheets in your arms. At least one of you had a good time.

You needed to stop meeting guys on tinder and expecting mind-blowing sex. It just isn't possible. You haven't had a guy make you cum in weeks and you were embarrassed for each and every single one of them at this point. This night was the same as the others - guy comes over, guy is awkward, guy touches you, guy lasts five minutes, guy says "that was amazing babe!", guy leaves. And you were left alone at night with your trusty vibrator wand between your legs to compensate for what the other men lacked. Only tonight, the guy you fucked decided that he wanted to pull out - great, fantastic even! issue was that his jizz landed everywhere except your body. Your vibrator just had to wait a little longer because you definitely weren't sleeping with crusty cum on your sheets. - ew!

You made your way out of your apartment and downstairs, the cum sheets gathered in your arms. You doubted anyone would even be up at this time of the night so you didn't even think about getting decent before you left your apartment. All you were wearing was a piece of fabric that were barely considered as shorts, not with the way they rode up your thighs, showing half your ass cheeks in them and a tiny , tight top with no form of underwear whatsoever. All you needed to do was get go down, put the clothes in the washer, wait and-

holy. fucking. shit.

You stop dead in your tracks at the sight in front of you. A broad, bare, muscular back was facing you and so was a nice piece of ass in teeny-weeny, tight , red shorts. Your face flushed as you took in every detail of the mans backside - noticing how the shorts slightly rode up his built thighs, hugging every muscle and curve in this mans lower half. His ass looked so damn good that you kind of started feeling insecure. If he looked this good from the back, you were drooling at the thought of what he might look like from the front. The dark haired man had the palms of his hands resting on the washing machine,

"Work, god damn it!" He growled as he hit the side of the washing machine with a flat hand. You jumped at the sudden tone and bang! It put you out of the trance his body had you in and you decided to help him - and maybe get a good look at what he's packing from the front too.

"Hey, don't hit the-"

"FUCK!" He suddenly shouted - startled at the sudden sound of your voice, causing him to whip around to face you and put a hand on his heart as he leaned against the machine. "You almost gave me a fucking heart attack, holy shit!" His breathing was hitched and his chest was heaving up and down. If you didn't have any form of self control you would probably let your jaw drop because god DAMN - he was beyond hot. Hot couldn't even begin to describe him. He was crafted by the gods - he has a face that was made to be looked at and with a body to match. His upper body was delicious and you couldn't help to think about the taste that would linger on your tongue after you've licked every crevasse of him. Your brain was getting fuzzy and overloaded with thoughts as your eyes shamelessly scanned down his body, down to the happy trail leading to the hem of his shorts and, Fuck, is he also not wearing any underwear? You gulp - was he even aware that his shorts did absolutely nothing to hide the absolute length of him which you could see pressed against his thigh, on soft. Your head feels dizzy and heat rushes to your face and between your legs. You didn't know if it was the fact that you haven't been dicked down properly in what felt like light years or if it was the fact that he was so attractive that if your pussy could speak, she would be screaming for him right about now. Probably both. Suddenly, the bundled up sheets fall from your grasp and you swear under your breath, scrambling to get them.

Toji, although startled, couldn't help himself from checking you out as you bent down to grab your sheets while wearing such a skimpy little outfit. In fact, staring at you made his already tight shorts feel waayyy tighter. He felt his cheeks heat for a moment and he quickly snatched the bag he used for his clothes and put it in front of him in what he thought was a casual manner. "'M sorry for scaring you," you let out a nervous chuckle as you make your way to him with the sheets now in your arms again. "but hitting the washing machine like that isn't going to make it work"

He watched as you walk towards him and he cocked an eyebrow, "Yeah? I've been trying to get this piece of shit working for the past twenty minutes. I don't think anything is gonna make it work" You obviously didn't fail to notice the way he was trying to hide his dick from you and a smile tried to force its way on your lips. "You're probably doing it wrong"

He narrows his eyes at you, "you try and make it work then, doll-face." He challenges and your heart skips a beat at the nickname. Say less - you thought to yourself. You got down on your knees in front of him and the washing machine. Toji gulped - hard as he looked down at you. You looked so pretty looking up at him like that.

your face looked so fuckable. He didn't even try to stop the lewd thoughts from filling up his mind. He imagined how pretty you'd look as he smeared the tip of his cock against your lips. He imagined how good it would feel to have you choke, spit and cry on his cock. Oh yeah- he'd grab you by the hair and fuck that mouth of yours until you were sobbing. He wouldn't stop until he came down your th-

The washing machine suddenly starts whirring and he lets his mind pause for a moment.

You smirk up at him, "You had a sock stuck between the door."

"Oh," he scratches the back of his neck

You lock eyes with him for a moment and you swear you could see his cheeks turn a hint of pink.

He clears his throat and is the first one to break the eye contact. "Thanks, I guess" he clicks his tongue and averts his gaze to anywhere but your kissable lips.

You get up from the floor and dust your knees, giving him a shrug. "Anytime."

He really needed to stop thinking about you - right now. Or else he was going to bend you over and fuck you against this damn washing machine. His dick was basically throbbing in his pants and he knew that if he set down the bag there would definitely be a dark patch of pre-cum stained on his shorts.

You make your way to the other washing machine and hum to yourself. You felt smug. This poor man who was trying to do his laundry in peace was definitely hard as a rock and you noticed. You noticed that you made him nervous. You noticed that you made him weak. and you fucking wanted him inside you. So every next move you made now was calculated.

you knew he was watching from the corner of his eye and so you made sure to arch your back a little bit more than usual as you stuffed the washing machine with the sheets.

"fuck-" toji breathed under his breath as he caught a glimpse of your ass in those 'shorts'. Toji closes his eyes, his head tilting back. Behave- he told himself internally. He already got in trouble with the landlord once before for smoking a joint in the corridor and he was not ready to get in trouble again for waking up the entire block because of your screaming. No, he'll do his laundry, dry his clothes, go back to his apartment and have a nice wank to the thought of you. Yeah that's what- Oh fuck no.

He watches as you were struggling to fit the sheets in the machine , every little push you were making had those shorts rising higher and higher up your ass. He watched as it jiggled with every little push you made. Were you doing this on purpose? did you want to kill the man? wait - you were doing this on purpose.

After closing the door and waiting for the clothes to start spinning, you get up, and dust your hands. You didn't have anytime to think before you felt something hard hit your back. And something poke against your ass.

"I don't usually do shit like this but i can see it on your face that you want to get fucked by me," His hot breath tickles your ear and it send shivers down your spine. "Don't ya'?"

You gulp, your legs automatically pressing together at the sound of his low voice. "Bold of you to assume that," You suck in a sharp breath, not daring to look back at him. "and what if i do?" You could feel him smirk against your ear, your body tensing up and your back arching slightly against him.

"How could I refuse to give a pretty girl what she wants?"

Your head slowly turns to face him- sharp, sea-blue eyes piercing into yours. Your eyes glance down for a moment and holy shit. He was huge. Those shorts look like they were about to rip open with his length poking out like that, bunching up his shorts to reveal even more of his muscular thighs.

"Eye's up here, doll~" He purrs and your eyes shoot back to his.

He licks his lips, a deathly smirk curling on them right before he kisses you. Hard.

You two were like animals the moment your lips touched, every bit of self control completely lost as your hands got lost in his hair. His hands instantly grab your ass, squeezing it so hard that you moan against his lips. With one hoist, your legs secured themselves around his waist. Tongues and teeth were clashing in the heated kiss, and while he was holding you up by your ass, you shamelessly tried to grind against him for any type of friction. He bit your lower lip and tugged at it, his eyes opening as he set you down on top of the spinning washing machine. You both pulled away for a moment, taking in each others disheveled features. Those tiny shorts of his were going to be the death of you and you couldn't control yourself as your fingers flied to the hem of them, tugging. He grabbed your face with one hand, squishing your cheeks as he smirked down at you.

"You want this dick, pretty?" he whispers and his eyes trail down to the way you were rubbing your legs together as the washing machine vibrates beneath you. "Oh look at you~" he teases , his thumb sliding across your wet lips. "You must be so wet f'me." a grin spread across his face.

He lets go of your face and a strained whimper leaves your mouth as you watch him get down in front of you. The vibrations from the washing machine beneath you were leaving you wanting more.

His hands grab your knees and he slowly pulls your legs apart, the heat already radiating against his face. You weren't wearing any panties so the thin material of your shorts was sticking to your soaked cunt. He hums as his thumb caresses the wet piece of fabric, your hips jolting forward at his touch. He peppers light kisses along your thigh while he uses a finger to curl under the material and move it to the side - your dripping core fully exposed for him.

It was really a sight to see, watching as it throbbed at nothing but the vibrations and the little touch he gave you with his thumb. "hah- you don't even know my name and look at you - fucking soaked."

He looked so hot between your legs with that smug smirk as he looked up at you. You wanted to just stuff your pussy in his face already.

"What's your n-name?" You rasp out.

"Toji." He hums, his thumb rubbing lazy circles on your clit.

"Tojiiii~" You moan out, throwing your head back at the feeling of his thumb. and something in him snaps at the sound of his name leaving your lips.

"fuuuuck." He breathes before diving his face into your pussy.

A hand flies to your mouth as you tried not to scream. Oh ~ he knew how to use his tongue - really well. The free hand grabs onto his hair, pulling his face further into your throbbing cunt.

He was absolutely devouring you, moaning into your pussy as he licks up your sweet juices. "You taste soooo fucking good." His voice was muffled and his lips wrap around the sensitive nub, harshly sucking at it. You yelp out in surprise, and your thighs tighten around his head. Finally- a man who knew where the clit was. You knew you weren't gonna last, not with the vibrations, not with this mans tongue and as if it couldn't get any worse, he decides to put two thick and long digits inside of you, pumping in and out at an unforgiving pace. "shit- fuck- hgnh~" drool was spilling from the corner of your lips as your peak was approaching, your mind so hazy that all you could mumble between moans was his name and how you're about to cum. And then you do - you finally fucking cum. and it was really fucking good. your hips rolling against his face, your gummy walls throbbing around his fingers and your wetness dripping down his chin and neck.

You were twitching against him, his tongue still lapping at your overstimulated clit. He pulls his head out from between your thighs, finally catching his breath. He looks up at you, breathing heavily with a smile.

"Felt good?" He asks before wiping his mouth with his arm - getting up and towering over you again. He didn't even let you process a response because he's already grabbing you by your waist and flipping you over. Before you knew it you were bent over against the washing machine. "This is gonna feel even better~" he whispers in your ear and nibbles at your lobe while kneading your ass.

You gasp as you feel his tip rub against your puffy, dripping folds. "Gonna stretch this pussy out, yeah?" he coos, "best dick you're gonna get in your fucking life." And you did not protest at that because both you and him knew that he was absolutely fucking right.

The head of his cock pushes past your folds, agonizingly slow. "Gah-fuck, you're too tight baby-hah" He breathes in your ear.

It took everything in you for you not to scream as he filled you up. This was the biggest dick you've ever taken, by a fucking longshot. "Goooood girll, ease into it now~"

He thrusts into you once. Twice. Three times. and then you were completely filled by him. "T-Toji~ mmhh~ s-s'too big~" You whimper out, tears welling up in your eyes. "mmmm~ take it like a good girl f'me" He was consumed by your pussy, he could barely think about anything else other than ramming himself into your tight cunt. At first he pushed in and out slowly, just to test the waters with you and then when he heard you moan and push yourself back on his dick, he lost it and just like that, he was finally ramming into you.

You grip on the sides of the washing machine for support. "yesyesyesyesyesyesyes" You breath out with each thrust Your eyes roll to the back of your head and he grips you by your hair. The room fills with the most lewd noises, from the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your ass, to the sound of your cunt squelching with every thrust, his moans and growls and filthy little words about how fucking good you're taking it to the whimpers and cries of his name leaving your lips. Your hand reaches down between your legs, struggling, trying to rub at your sensitive clit as you feel the head of his cock press up against that sweet-sweet spot inside of you. Your pussy was definitely going to remember him, every fucking crevasse and vein of his throbbing cock. - It was already imprinted in your mind.

"Gonna....cum..." You pant out, eyes shutting and Toji grabs both your arms, pulling them behind your back so he could fuck deeper into you. Faster into you. "FUCK TOJI!" You scream out at the sudden change of angle and pace.

"Cum on my cock baby- fucking cum on it" He spits through gritted teeth.

He feels your walls tighten around his cock and he throws his head back, "Shiiiiiiittttt" He moans out.

And you cum again, twice as hard as the first time. You were babbling cusses and moaning as he kept fucking you, riding out your orgasm. Your legs feel like jell-o but Toji keeps your body against his for support as he keeps thrusting inside of you.

"Let me cum on that pretty face~" He whispers, kissing down your spine. He pulls out of you, his cock throbbing, ready to fucking explode.

You get down on your knees and he takes a second to admire how devastating you look when youre fucked out like that. Cheeks red, eyes watery and tired, lips red and bitten. He wanted to paint your face with his cum.

"Give it to me, Toji~" You whisper in such a fucked out manner that it almost drove him over the edge then and there.

And then you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out and that sight alone had him moaning loudly.

"fuuck yessss"

He barely had time to grab his dick before his tip began throbbing, shooting long spurts of white onto your tongue and all over your face. Exactly what he wanted.

You watch him as he panted, his head thrown back and you smiled up at him, licking your cum covered lips.

Just the sight of you covered in his cum was enough to make his cock twitch again. You looked so beautiful. Unfortunately, round two had to wait because the washing machine let out a little melody to alert that it was ready.

Toji ran a hand through his hair, "Let me get you cleaned up, gimme a moment." He mumbled and picked up his shorts from the floor.

He put them on again. You snorted, causing him to whip his head back in your direction.

"What's so funny?"

"You have a hole in your shorts."

"FUCK!"

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[poetryandfluffycats]

can you please do mika x fem reader nsfw with him giving her lots of body praise bc shes insecure and calling her a good girl?

A/N: I finished this in like a day so very sorry if it seems rushed or half-assed, I just really liked my idea for it. enjoy!

Pairing: Mika Kagahira x fem!reader

Content: Lingerie is the best way to spice things up in the bedroom, at least that's what the lady behind the counter had said. Trying on lingerie with your boyfriend should be a fun experience, but your mind just can't comprehend that. Luckily, Mika is there to cheer you up, in his own special way.

Warnings: NSFW, oral sex(f receiving), public sex, lots of petnames(pretty girl, good girl, my girl), negative self talk, insecure reader

Words: 1.5k

NSFW oneshot under cut!

The dressing room was as stuffy as it always was, small and filled to the brim with posters and ads advertising the latest sales of the store you were in. Some tacky, cheap lingerie store Mika had dragged you into. The kind the sold the most outrageous designs made with the worst fabrics possible and then marketed to young woman as if it were some sort of high end luxury brand.

Colours of pink, purple, and green were scattered all over the floor, a sea of your failed attempts at finding a sexy outfit fit for you. A eye-shadow wearing teen behind the counter had told you that lingerie was the absolute best way to spice up your bedroom relations, but you figured out early into this fashion show that her words must have been a lie, because none of what you put on looked good at all!

"(name)? Why don't ya try on this one?" Mika's green head of hair poked through the thin curtain of the dressing room, in his hand a set of black, lace, crotchless panties and a matching bralette with tiny embroidered lace hearts over where the nipples would go. "I think ya'd look real pretty..."

You eyed him, then the clothes, then him again, before snatching the item out of his hands and hiding it behind your back, as if it were some forbidden object he wasn't allowed to look at. "I don't know, Mika... maybe we should just leave"

As if he were in compete desperation, Mikas bottom lip stuck out and he looked into your eyes with the biggest puppy dog expression he could muster. It was a look he used on you more than often, a look that always got him what he wanted.

"Please? I've been feelin' bad, since I don't buy ya nice things an' all. Let me do somethin' for ya just this once!"

With those eyes and that dopey grin, it was hard to say no to the man. How could you when he always looked so adorable? You didn't like to disappoint a face like that, and It wasn't like you were trying to! The main reason behind your heastaince towards the skimpy get-ups Mika has throwing at you was well, stupid in all reality, but you were worried he wouldn't like what he saw.

Yeah, stupid, but the whole time you stood in that tiny room surround by the tiniest pieces of clothing known to man, the only thoughts that managed into your mind were negative. Thoughts of how you looked silly, weird, thoughts of how it looked like you were wearing someone else's skin when the lingerie was on your body.

Sick, ugly feelings. Ones that made you feel like all the organs in your body were rearranging themselves.

"Do ya not like it?" You must have zoned out whilst changing, because Mika was now standing right beside you, eyebrows knitted in concentration-like he was trying to read your mind.

You gulped, eyes scanning over yourself in the dirty mirror. You didn't look bad, per say, but not practically good, ever. The lace of the panties sat comfortably around your waist, but the way the fabric hugged your curves in a way that nearly made them budge out didn't feel right to you. The embroidered hearts of the bralette were cute enough, and the way the bra itself pushed your breasts together was a nice touch, but again, something didn't feel right.

Didn't feel like you.

"Its not that, I mean, its nice, I'm just..." You trailed off, searching for the correct words to try get out what you were thinking without really explaining it in depth. Mika didn't need all your problems dumped onto him all at once, and there was nothing he could do about it even if you did. "I'm just not feeling it"

"Why not? Yer gorgeous! Most beautiful in the whole wide world!" His grin stayed, but there was a new look of confusion, and even a bit of sadness that filled his features. "Ya could be a model, I think. I'd watch any show ya were in, I'd be like, ya number one fan!"

"Don't say those sort of things" Hot red spread to your cheeks as you adverted your gaze to the ground. Compliments from Mika were a daily thing, that's just the way he was, but they still never failed to make you smile despite your personal internal struggles. "Not now, its embarrassing"

"But I'm right!"

The boy in front of you made a sound that could only be described as whimpering, pout on his lips widening to the point where you thought his cheeks might simply explode, before he lunged forward, arms wrapping around your middle and pulling you close into his chest. You stumbled a bit, almost falling out of his hold and flat onto your face, but managed to steady yourself by gripping onto his jacket.

"It's not fair" Mika whined into the crook of your neck, leaving feather-light kisses all down the bare skin. His words were muffled from his mouth being pressed so tightly against you, but you could just make out what he was saying. Just...

"Yer perfect, but ya don't know it" Another kiss, this one maybe with a bit more tongue and trailing further down your neck. "That's sad, but I don't like when yer sad. Can I help ya not be sad?"

Was this even the right place for such a question? Mika was a strange man-part of what attracted you to him in the first place was his eccentricities-but this? Was this normal in his eyes? You felt as if your legs might melt into a pool of jelly on the floor, the only thing keeping you upright being Mikas hands holding you in an embrace.

His hold was tight, but soft, his lips on your neck were light and loving, but also so rough and longing at the very same time. God, what were you to do with him?

"What are you trying to do?"

"Hm, dunno" Mika giggled, the precious sound bouncing off the walls. His hands holding you in place began to travel down your back, rubbing over every single bump and cervice of your spine as he slowly lowered to his knees. "I started thinkin' 'bout how I could help ya out, but uh, I got a wee bit excited, but that's okay. I know how to help ya now!"

"Mika, are you fucking serious-"

"Yup! Be a good little pretty girl for me, mkay?"

You barely had time to breathe before Mikas head dove in between your thighs, nose deep in the heat of the crotch less part of your underwear. He took a few deep breaths in, inhaling the scent of you like you were a fresh ocean breeze and he was a man who'd be stranded at sea without water for months. His tongue darted out to give a few tester kitten licks, before fully driving in and licking a full circle around your hole-which was dripping wet already.

"Imma make ya feel real nice, (name)" His voice was like a vibrator against your core, each word sending shivers of arousal up your spine and straight to your brain, clouding it with pleasure, making you forget all about those nasty thoughts of before. "Yer a good girl, so pretty, my pretty lady. Love yer taste so much~"

"Ah!~ M-Mika! We're in public!" You hissed, slapping a hand over your mouth as a moan threatened to slip from your throat. "We're gonna get caught!"

"Nah, don't care. Let em hear, then everyone'll know just how pretty ya are, yeah? And that ya got the best boyfriend to please ya"

A silent sob left your lips as the tip of Mikas tongue entered your hole, flicking up and down and teasing you just perfectly. He knew your body so well, knew where to press up on to make you squirm and whimper, where to suckle to make you scream, he knew it all. Like a mastermind of your body, one might say.

"Pretty, pretty, pretty" Mikas words were like a mantra as he worked. Each and every one of them had you spinning, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the knot in your belly grew hotter and hotter, getting ready to combust at any moment. "Gonna call ya pretty till the day I die, that okay? Yer the prettiest, and I'm the luckiest because you're the prettiest!"

"Christ! Mika! I'm-"

The knot finally snapped, a blinding white light filling your vision for a split second as heat flooded your body. Mika stayed in between your legs for a little while, lapping up all the juices that spilled out from inside you, drinking them like a fine wine. Once he was finished-and once your high was subsided, leaving you a panting mess in the dressing room-he licked one final long stripe up your pussy, wiping the area off with his jacket sleeve before pulling himself back up.

"So, we're buying this one, then?"

[sunnyswide]

Konig HC!

(My personal opinion 0-0)

Heavily using his severe social anxiety and his war experience which seems to be an outlet or place where he can be himself?

Konig- kid/teen/and young adult would totally be wary of you. Even if you seem nice he’d be careful not interacting with you too often from past trauma

Konig- Once warming up to you he’d go out with you more, hang in low social areas, and always stick to your side instead of wandering off in case of talking to anyone

Konig- extremely observant, he probably can sniff out shitty people from a mile away.

Konig- takes your things just to make fun of your height compared to his.

“Want it back Maus?”

“If you don’t I’m going to scream >:( and everyone’s gonna look!”

“You’re such a little girl”

Konig- scoffs at your petty attempts, as you giggle to yourself, proud as hell to know his one weakness. Not knowing by now you’d turn into his weakness

Konig- isn’t a pushover but for you? He’d buy anything- your eyes glitter at a cute plushie?- it’s already in a present wrap in his hands. You want a cute necklace at Tiffanys but you know it’s way too expensive? He’s already putting it around your neck, fumbling at the tiny ass hook.

Konig- starts realizing he stares.. a little too much when it’s just you and him. If you’re just chilling in his massive bed, he just watches your cute expressions change. Your body language and the way you talk, all on the back of his palms. He’s that kind of person who’d be happy with one civilian friend (besides his military buds)

Konig- schedules things around yours, either unconsciously or knowingly, he’s there when you need him.

Konig- when you get too close in the elevator or on the a line he starts overthinkingggg, not knowing what to do with his hands, stuffing them either in his pocket or awkwardly putting them anywhere away from you. Stutters like crazy as you meet him at the front door with your make-up done, outfit on.

Konig-is such a softie to you <3 but to others he just glares them down when they get to rowdy near you. Holds your waist near his when someone tries anything, realizing he’s probably suffocating you when he holds you to his chest. When you look up at him to ask if they’re gone he MELTS. Your adorable, teary eyed expression makes him fall to his knees (mentally)

Konig- dies internally when you finally confess your feelings towards him

“I know.. this might be too soon.. but!.. I really like you. And if you don’t-”

Konig.exe- has stopped working

Konig- snaps back to reality and doesn’t know how to say he’s liked you too so he just picks you up in a bridal carry and takes you to his bedroom to cuddle cause he thinks you should take that as a yes even though you’re still a bit confused cause he does not speak a word the whole cuddle sessions- (and breath out)

[fruity-mega-coconut69]

Neighbor Crush

[pairings]: Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

[Summary]: A clumsy accident with your pretty neighbor leads to something you'd never have thought could be possible.

[Warnings]: None? Except my writing

A/N: Sorry, it's short and rushed!

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It has been almost 4 months since you moved to New York. You had bought a small apartment for yourself, but later on decided to put up an ad about the guest bedroom. It was soon answered and your new roommate arrived and moved in a week later. She was cool. Sometimes the whole apartment smells like weed ‘cause of her, but you get along very well. Only she is kind of busy with her other friends and she is there most of the time.

And then there is this girl. She lives in the apartment next to yours and you don’t even know her name. Sometimes you see her and admire her from afar. It’s no secret that you have a crush on her.  

One day, you’re walking out of your apartment to go on a walk and maybe run some errands. Just as you turn around after you locked your door, you bump right into her and the both of you fall to the ground. You groan as  your ass hits the ground and look up to see her already staring at you. You awkwardly smile and stretch out your arm after you slowly get up, helping her up from the ground. Then you look down and see her backpack. You sigh and bend down to pick it up, when you straighten back up and hold out your arm to hand her the bag, she is just looking at you with a smile and looks like she is holding back a laugh. 

“Hey, uh, sorry about that.” You look down at the ground in embarrassment.. 

She giggles. “Nah, it was my fault. “ You look up and see a tiny bit of hesitance in her eyes before she speaks. “So,do you want to come in? Take it as an apology?” 

You smile and nod, your cheeks heating up  as you take a few steps towards her door and she opens it, letting you in first. “Uh, no one is home…I think. So feel as comfortable as you want. “ She smiles and closes the door and puts her keys down. “I’m Tara, by the way. “ 

You turn to her and smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Tara. I’m Y/N” Tara giggles and nods at you. Then she walks into the kitchen and you follow. 

“So, I can make you something to eat if you’re hungry or I could make you a drink? “

“Uhm, a coffee is fine. Thanks. “ A small smile tugs at your lips as you watch her do your coffee. “So, why were you in such a rush?” 

She lets out a laugh. “Oh, I was just eager to get home. I had a lot of classes today”  She says, and turns around to give you the coffee you wanted as she holds hers. 

You raise your eyebrows at her. “College?”  She hums and you nod, taking a sip from the mug of coffee. 

After a while, you and Tara flow with the conversation easily and talk about various types of topics. Then, you hear the door unlock once again and Tara sighs. 

“Tara! I’m home!  “You hear a familiar voice shout and shoot up from your seat, heading towards the voice immediately. 

“Oh my god! Sam!” She looked surprised but still welcomed you into her arms.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” The older girl asked as Tara walked up to you guys ith a confused face. 

“Uh, I live here now, you know? I graduated! “ Sam smiles and cheers then you both look at Tara.

“Wait, you guys know each other?” 

“Yeah, she and her friends often came to the bowling alley I used to work at back in Modesto.” Tara nods and smiles. 

“Yep. We became friends very quickly.” 

“Oh, the countless times I had to save you from a horny teen boy.” You both laugh at the memories and Tara smiles 

“Then you hear your phone buzz and look down to see a text from your roommate saying, ‘I left my keys in the apartment. Where are you?’ Sighing, you put away your phone and look at the two girls in-front of you. “Well, I have to go. But I’ll see you guys around!”  And with that, you walked out of their apartment and groaned when you saw your drunk roommate passed out, sitting against your door. 

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It’s been about 3 months since you officially met Tara and the two of you were un-sperateable. She usually is the one to go over to your apartment as most of the time it’s just you.

It’s one of those times as you hear a knock on your door. You smile and get up from the couch, unlocking and opening the door to reveal a smiling Tara. She waves excitedly at you and you giggle, letting her inside. 

The two of you have fun as usual. Baking and just playing around. After a while, the cookies you were baking are done and Tara pulls it out of the oven with a glove and sets it down on the counter, letting it cool down. 

“Ohh, I’m so tired. “ You groan as you slump down on your bed. Tara chuckles and sits down next to you, rubbing your shoulders.

“Do you want to sleep? I could go” At that, you shoot up and shake your head rapidly. Tara smiles and blushes a bright red before nodding. You make yourself comfortable as you sit up on your bed that’s against the wall and lean against the wall, picking up a book and relaxing. Tara smiles and gets comfortable too, putting her legs over yours and sitting up against the headboard., getting out her phone and scrolling through social media.

Almost an hour later, she gets bored and decides to put down her phone. Then she turns her attention towards you and a lazy smile takes place on her lips as she watches you read the book with a peaceful look on your face, flipping the pages occasionally. Her eyes travel around your body and her heart pounds in her chest.

After a while of her staring at you, you finally acknowledge the pair of eyes burning into the side of your skull.You look up and your face flushes red when your eyes meet with Tara’s. “What-What’s up?” You let out a nervous laugh.

She grins and doesn’t take her eyes off of you. “Nothing, just………you’re really pretty. “

You feel your cheeks burn as you look away from her eyes, face red like a tomato. “You think so?” You start fidgeting with your rings.

She puts her hand on yours and scoots closer to you, eyes fixed on your plump lips. She starts leaning in and you shiver before closing the small distance between you two. When her soft, pink lips meet yours, you swear you’re in heaven. Your mouth moves against hers in perfect sync when her hands come up to your shoulders and she places herself in your lap, continuing to kiss you deeply. Your heart pounds in your chest, you fear she could hear it.

Her hands go around your head and her fingers tangle in your hair., tugging on it lightly as you hum. Her lips are still firmly pressed against yours before breathing becomes a problem and you pull away, your hand on her waist. You blush when you take notice of her and your heavy breathing. 

Tara smiles widely and sighs and giggles. You soon join and she gets off your lap, laying down instead. She spreads her arms and you smile, picking up your book that you previously put down and laying your head on her chest. You could feel her relax and she wraps her arms around your upper body tightly. She kisses the top of your head and closes her eyes as she puts her head down. You look up at her and a love-struck smile appears on your lips. Your eyes tracing her jaw-line ‘cause her head was thrown back slightly.

“Are you staring?” Tara asked, amusement laced in her voice and a smirk tugging at her lips. She still has her eyes closed.

You turn away quickly and shake your head. “N-no, “  Tara laughs and your head shakes at the vibration of the laugh. 

“Sure. I believe you” 

[meeludrawz]

Hawks x Reader & Kinda Adopted!Tokoyami

A/N: I saw some tiny comics with Deadpool who thinks he's dating Spiderman, and brought Danny Phantom home with him. So now Spidey's stuck with enduring both of them and I went: That's sounds like Hawks lmfao

It all started when you were chasing a villain around Japan

Somehow, the top hero Hawks was also chasing the same man

As you fought the villain together, Hawks immediately started hitting on you, yes, while fighting

Usually, you'd think this is funny but you were WORKING so it only annoyed you

Once the villain was knocked out, Hawks asked you out

You refused, still annoyed by him

"Well damn, where do you hang out then?"

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, before leaving. "As if I'd tell you"

It took a couple of days before he found you, then again and again

It slowly but surely got more frequent and everytime, you were glad to go back home ALONE

Until one day, you came back from the grocery store and found Hawks chilling on your couch like it was his

And he never left

He's a pain in the ass most of the time but at least he helps with house chores

He flirts a lot with you, which is annoying but you lowkey appreciate his presence

Hawks calls you by many names "Babe, Baby, Bae, Birdie" even if you two aren't dating

You eventually grew used to have a roommate and you do appreciate him but sometimes his shenanigans are just: "Ugh, why don't I kick you out?"

"Cuz you love me"

"No I don't"

"Sure, keep lying to yourself birdie, I'm not in a rush anyways"

Sometimes you did wonder if you were falling for him

The way he spoke, the way he listened to you, the way he gave you gifts, the way he took care of you...

You were starting to accept that maybe you did liked him

Until that one call that flipped your life upside down again

"What do you think about kids?"

"Huh??"

"So this kid, my "apprentice", tried to attack a villain, got knocked out by said villain but I'm so impressed that I'm bringing him back home"

"What no you're not bringing-"

"Cya home babe~"

You were now stuck with a roommate and a kid- Well a teenager but still-

You somehow grew used to Tokoyami faster than with Hawks because he was actually a nice human being who WASN'T DOING SHIT LIKE KEIGO

Anyways, you fought with Hawks about this whole "kidnapped teenager"

"I have brought chaos with me, perhaps I should leave this household" Tokoyami said as he stood up from the couch

"You're fine sweetie, let mommy convince your dad" Keigo, the mom apparently.

"I'm not his-" You facepalmed. "Oh my god"

Somehow, once the anger was gone, you actually liked this situation

Keigo and you were Tokoyami's "parents"

And maybe too quickly, a year passed

"The kid's growing well" Hawks had smiled on your balcony as you and him were watching Tokoyami go to UA

"Sure is, he's gonna be a great hero" You had smiled back

"We're actually good parents" He smirked, still watching the teen walk away.

"Yeah for some reason" You chuckled. "But he mostly lives at the dorms, so we're always the best around him"

"Well, maybe we should try for real this time"

You confusedly looked at him. "What do you mean?"

He grabbed your sides and pulled you closer to him before he gently grabbed your chin with his fingers. "Having a kid" His face leaned closer to yours.

Your face went red but you never pushed him away so his lips met yours <3

And the passion of the kiss felt like fireworks were exploding in the distance.. <3

[myhotwifeadventutes]

PART 3

Having Josh as a boyfriend really showed me how submissive hubby really was and how much he wanted to be humiliated. I did some research online to figure out my next steps in the hot wife/cuckolding world. I first decided that since I had two boyfriends I would for the most part make hubby pussy free. Our new routine was after my dates instead of him cleaning my pussy he would worship my feet if he really behaved I would put on pantyhose on for him it seemed he had a real nylon fetish. Of course all the info online told me every time I let him cum I should make him lick it up so that’s what did. I also bought him a few pairs of panties and bras and pantyhose only on dates nights he was allowed to wear them I would give him a few chores to do like the laundry or vacuuming while he waited for me.

Fast forward to hubby’s nephew Joseph. All through his teen years even before we got married it was obvious that he had a crush on me. When he visited I realized he would go in my hamper and use a pair of panties or a bra or my nylons to masturbate. I wasn’t offended I figured it was normal for a boy his age I actually thought it was kind of cute and flattering. Once I figured it out I actually would leave him some things laying around especially if I went out the night before I would give him a little hint that we were out late and he would work his way into the bathroom he loved my worn nylons and panties somedays he would steal a pair or two. I never mentioned anything to him or hubby I didn’t want to embarrass him.

He went off to college and we didn’t see him that much I also noticed his interest died down a little. I actually kind of missed it, it always made me feel sexy. This summer was his first summer back and he was spending allot of time with hubby working on the boat. I noticed that same look I used to get he couldn’t take his eyes off me in my bathing suits, it felt so good.

On this particular day we were taking the boat to a new harbor we’ve never been to and Joseph would be spending the day with us to help hubby. When we were getting ready in the morning I was trying on some new bathing suits and I wanted hubby to be paying attention to me and Joseph today so I kept asking him which bathing suit he thought Joseph would like. It was the typical boat day wine, lunch and allot of bathing suit time. Joseph was very attentive to me just the way I like it. After a few glasses of wine I asked him if he liked my bathing suit he said yes it’s really nice I said I picked it out just for you and than I turned over in my chair so he could see my ass.

After the boat day we went home and took showers we were going to order some takeout for dinner I was getting changed and I wanted to look really sexy so I put on an oversized man’s white shirt with a pretty lace black bra and a black lace g-string underneath so you could kind of see through the shirt and a pair of tan sheer pantyhose. I made hubby watch me get dressed and I told him this is not for you this is for your nephew.

I have to admit I looked pretty sexy I was moving around the kitchen getting the take out ready to eat opening a bottle of wine putting on a little show for both of them. During dinner I insisted Joseph stay in our guest room saying too much wine. After dinner I suggested we watch a movie I sat on the end of our sectional couch sitting kind of sideways so my feet and legs were out on display and my ass was not far behind. I motioned to Joseph to sit next to me. Hubby sat off to the side in a chair with his feet up on an ottoman he was kind of in front of us which gave us a tiny bit of privacy. I immediately put a blanket over my feet and my legs up to my waist giving Joseph an opportunity to put his hands under the blanket to feel me.

I stretched my feet out towards him until I was touching the side of his leg. It took him long enough, but he finally started rubbing my feet he rubbed them for a few minutes, and when he didn’t hear any objections, his hands moved up my leg to the back of my thigh and finally he was feeling my ass he was feeling the outline of my g-string I just kept my head facing forward watching the movie at the same time I unbuttoned one spot on my shirt so he could easily see my sexy lace bra. Hubby rustled around on his chair, slowly getting up to go to the bathroom, giving Joseph plenty of time to move his hands back. Once I heard the bathroom door close I leaned over to Joseph and gave him a long passionate kiss when hubby came back he made a few excuses about being tired and went up to bed like a good cuck. A few minutes after the hubby went upstairs Joseph’s hands went right back to my ass. This time he moved his hands towards my pussy, feeling the outline of my lacy thong through my pantyhose. He was really getting me hot. I gave him to be quiet sign. I moved my body around, so my legs were over his legs. I took the blanket off and unbutton the rest of my shirt. Now my body was imperfect view. I pulled him on top of me and we started kissing. He was feeling my tits on the outside of my bra and I pulled back one of the bra cups so he could see my nipple. He immediately started kissing it, licking it and biting it then he did the same to my other nipple. I motion for him to stop, and I whispered in his ear to let me go check on hubby. I’m buttoned up my shirt and went upstairs to the bedroom. Of course hubby was in bed. I just whispered in his ear that I’m about to have your nephews cock inside me.

I came back downstairs, took my nephews hand and let him downstairs to the guestroom. My house is pretty spacious so from the master bedroom to the guest room is plenty of distance where my nephew wouldn’t feel so nervous. As soon as we got to the guest room, we started kissing. I unbutton my shirt and took it off so he could feel my whole body I asked him if he liked my body. he said he has always loved my body and pushed me back on the bed he said he wanted to feel me and kiss me all over. I took my bra off so he can have my tits. And I asked him to help me pull down my panty house once he got my pantyhose off. He kissed me and licked me from head to toe he specially loved, licking my pussy. He was making me moan he turned me over and started, kissing and licking my ass he told me that every part of me tasted amazing once he got me nice and wet he pulled my ass up and arched my back so he could slide his cock right into my wet pussy and he started fucking me from behind he was like a jackhammer pumping away at me. I think I came in like 30 seconds I was moaning and panting and he just kept fucking me He was getting close and he asked me where I wanted him to cum I said I want your cum inside me. He finally gave me his whole load. we were laying naked, just kissing, and I told him how I wanted my nephews cock in my mouth. I took a really long time, kissing and licking and making love to his cock and his balls. I heard him moaning, so I told him to fuck my mouth. he was gagging me a little, but it felt so good. He started cuming and it was hard to keep up, but I was able to swallow his whole load. I knew he needed a little break so I put on my shirt and got us a couple of water bottles. We laid down talking and he kept saying he couldn’t believe how this was happening. I reached down and grabbed his cock, which was already hard again and I asked him if he could fuck his aunt one more time tonight. This time I wanted to be on top of him so I could look at his face while he was fucking me once again he was just fucking me so hard he made me come so quickly he flipped me around so he could fuck me missionary and gave me another monster load I was so full of his cum.

We laid together cuddling, and I must have fell asleep. I woke up about an hour later. I grabbed my clothes and went upstairs. Left him sleeping. I went upstairs and slid into bed next to hubby. I stunk like sex and had his cum everywhere. Hubby woke up and asked me what happened. I told him his nephew was an amazing lover and I was full of his come. I told him only tonight I’m gonna let you eat my pussy because I want you to clean up all of your nephews cum I pushed his head down towards my pussy and made him start cleaning me I told him how pathetic he was that he needed his nephew to satisfy his wife. I told him all the things that his nephew did to me and how I swallowed his nephew load. I told him how I’m going to keep fucking his nephew and humiliating him and how he wouldn’t do anything about it because he’s a little cuckold.

[spiderfunkz]

hihi!! loved ur artist hcs with the arachkids!!

could i request an artist! gf with miles? they could be sketching in their own journals on a rainy day and maybe even share a kiss??? thank you! much love xx

✧.* lovers rock

— summary : while the others talk, we were listening to lovers rock, in her bedroom.

— pairings : miles morales x fem!reader

— word count : 0,3k

— warnings : fluff, established relationship, super cheesy teen romance stuff, miles being a rambling mess, reader calling miles a nerd, and like a kiss (on the cheek Oops). also not proofread.

a/n : hii thank u sm for the request lovely ^_^ sorry this took so long writers block kicked my ass around, but here it is now!! hope u like it <3

you could hear the faint sound of the rain followed with a bit of humming through your earphones. you've been spending the day sketching in your journal with your boyfriend, as the rain had cancel your plans of going out.

but there's no point in being sad about that, so when your boyfriend texts you if you wanna meet up of course you said yes.

"what're you working on?" miles peaks, "it's a surprise." you reply, scribbling on the page. your drawing a portrait of miles, he's smiling, teeth showing, with a little kiss mark on the cheek.

and he's drawing a portrait of you, his art style perfectly capturing your beauty. there are already many drawings of you in his journal, each one picturing a different memory with you, but there's just something about this one.

maybe it's because how your surroundings can effect feelings. miles loves going on dates with you to arcades or the movies, but he adores spending time with you like this, lazy rainy days where he just chats with you and sit there in comfortable silence.

"how about, if i show you mine, you'll show me yours?" he asks. you nodded, "alright, i'm also done with mine."

a few minutes pass by and you're putting the finishing touches on your sketch. "i'm done!" you smile, showing him your drawing.

miles reveals his book too, it was a similar sketch to yours, it was you smiling with a little kiss mark near your cheek. and if you squint you could make out a little 'i love you' with a heart next to it.

he gasps, "we drew the same thing? no way, i mean obviously you drew it better than me but everything you draw is basically amazing. like seriously though, this should be put in a museum, my face! well not my face but you drew my face really nicely! wait no- that sounds narcissistic but.." he rambles causing you to chuckle.

"does that say 'i love you' ?" you squint, pointing at the tiny writing. "oh you could see that?" he hides the book away from you, face turning red.

he seems embarrassed, so you reassured him not to be. "i love you too, nerd." you kiss him on the cheek, just like the sketch you made.

[juuuulez]

i sound rlly weird asking but can u make a part two of the jerk!ng off head cannons for carl 😇😇

literally of course my man ALWAYS deserves to feel good

this is short and sweet, also strayed away from headcanons and did a little bit of a fic….actually loved writing this

NSFW under the cut, all characters depicted are 18+, MDNI.

It was a hot summers day in Alexandria, resulting in a group of teenagers making their way down to a nearby lake, intending on cooling off and having some fun.

Usually, Carl considered himself more… mature than his peers. There was a war actively brewing, and that’s not to mention walkers, so he didn’t see the value in such a meaningless activity.

Yet, you’d convinced him to come.

“Please, Carl. It’ll be fun!” You’d pleaded, “What else were you gonna do all day? Read comics?”

At the time, he’d protested, made some excuse that he was helping his father. But he wasn’t, and you were right.

So here he was, sitting on one of the large rocks lining the lake, flannel still cast over his shoulders.

The few other teens, yourself included, were enjoying the cool reprieve from the heat. Splashing around, throwing handfuls of sand at each other.

Carl was trying his hardest not to look at you.

Now, he’d never actually seen.. so much of a woman before. Sans those lewd comics, but this was different.

Your bikini was tiny, spaghetti straps wrapping over your shoulders, little triangle cups covering a portion of your breasts. Though the bottoms didn’t match, they were equally small, riding up your ass cheeks and showing a sliver of your inner thighs.

“Carl! Come in!” You’re suddenly calling out to him, which immediately draws his gaze. There’s no avoiding it as you tread closer, propping your elbows up onto the rock that he’s sitting on.

It only squeezes your breasts together, presented nicely in the frame of your arms. Sitting there, waiting.

He forces himself to maintain eye contact, not wanting you to pick up on his obvious disarray. The flush of his cheeks, or the way he squirms a little under the attention. “No, I’m alright.” He excuses.

But you won’t accept this, your grin widening as you hoist yourself onto the rock, coming to sit next to him. “C’mon, you’ve gotta chill out a bit, sometime. Taking a quick dip in the lake isn’t gonna hurt anyone.”

As you speak, your wet skin brushes against his flannel, the contact only worsening the flood of emotions that Carl is experiencing. It’s too much, too quickly, the presence of a pretty, dripping wet, girl is too much to handle.

The sun shines down through the trees, reflecting off your water-coated skin and hair, making it shine. Little droplets slip down your curves, and his eyes fall to one in particular, travelling down the open valley of your breasts.

“I’m going to check the perimeter.” Carl quickly says, swiftly standing up and turning away from you, not wanting to spare another glance at your body. It’s too tempting. That, and a shameful blush makes it’s way to his cheeks, his own body reacting to the contact in a way he’d rather you not realise.

He trudges past the treeline, out into the expanse of forest that circles the lake. It’s not too far off from Alexandria, in fact, he can just see the walls from this distance.

Carl wants to stay, he really does. Anything to put that smile on your face, where you’d say his name in that happy tone, completely enamoured by the smallest thing.

But he’s got a problem to deal with.

He leans against a tree, the thin flannel acting as a barrier between his back and the bark. There’s an obvious tent in his swimmers, poorly hidden due to the loose material.

“Fuck..” Carl curses under his breath, a little annoyed that he even has to do this. It doesn’t feel leisurely, but a chore, an irritating burden that needs to be solved before he can go have fun with everybody else.

So he takes another look around, making sure the area is clear before snaking his hand underneath the waistband, letting his fist wrap around his half-hard cock. A few strokes brings it to its full length, already hot and throbbing, where he can pull it free.

This isn’t the time to draw it out, so Carl clamps one hand over his mouth, the other working feverently to jerk himself off, as quickly as possible.

Yet, he can’t help but fall into a pleasurable rhythm, eye falling closed as he savours the feeling. His mind wanders, curious as to what you’d think of him now, doing something so lewd with no privacy.

It causes embarrassment to well in his gut, but it only fuels his desire, squeezing his hand a little tighter around his length, thumb collecting the precum from the tip only to spread it back down.

Each time his mind lingers too long on you, in that tiny bikini, he can practically feel it oozing out of him. Desperation floods his veins, now more focused on cumming, a reality that isn’t far away now that his brain is filled with images of you, on your knees before him.

What would your mouth feel like? Your hands? Would you take it slow, drag it out, or were you more of a quickie person?

Eventually Carl’s mind lands on you with your mouth open, plump lips wrapped around the tip of his cock. He similarly stimulates the swollen head, groaning into the back of his hand as he finally shoots his load onto the forest floor.

The pleasure begins to subside, ebb away, but the embarrassment stays. Though he takes a moment to compose himself, try and regain his footing, when Carl finally comes back to the lake, it’s quite obvious the boy is in some state.

There’s tree bark in his hair.

You smile, finally coaxing Carl into the water. He still doesn’t look at you, all embarrassed and flushed. This time, you make a point to lean as close as possible, to stroke your hand up his arm, let your thighs touch under the water.

How long will he last this time?

[olderthannetfic]

I'm so, so tired of seeing proshippers try to support proshippers getting sent death threats, rape threats, suicide bait, etc. with "don't let the assholes win!" Oh so you don't give a shit about the minor being dogpiled, this is just about an us vs. them thing. Cool cool. Uh, here's the thing, though - maybe the person on the other side of the screen is a person, and thus this "SPITE! Write more out of SPITE and HATE and HATE HARDER THAN THE HATERS!" is going out to a normal-ass human being. And normal-ass human beings are not shounen protagonists who rise up and overcome their rivals out of spite and make a bunch of friends along the way and live for the rivalry yadda yadda. They're just... people. And you're responding to their pain with, "if you take a break from writing you're letting other people win. You're losing. You're failing. Breaks are loser behavior. You're LETTING the people harassing you win, because you suck."

Recently two major authors in my tiny fandom quit and the response from the proship contingency of the fandom has been, "FIGHT THE ANTIS!" "Don't let them win!" and I'm at a loss trying to explain this but like... some people don't want their hobby to be fighting other people. Some people didn't start writing in order to go "I'll show them!" they started writing because they had a cool idea for a story they wanted to tell. Not all of us enjoy "tormenting the antis through good art", to quote one person in my fandom. Sometimes someone just wants to write a story and share it with other people and have people enjoy it.

It's really wild to be the odd one out here but am I the only one who sees "don't let them win! spite! spite should motivate you!" and goes, "I was a depressed teen once and I think that wouldn't have motivated me to do anything"? Because seriously, the fact that no one has expressed anything along the lines of 'you didn't deserve that hate' or 'I hope you're okay' or 'take care of yourself' would probably have made me feel worse as a teen, not better.

IDK, maybe I'm the freak for thinking this is not an optimal approach. I just fail to see this as an inspiring refrain to throw at younger people in fandom. It feels fairly hollow.

(And to the fandom olds about to go "fandom was even worse back in my day, you kids would never have survived" - you realize that's worse, right? That doesn't rebut anything, it just makes me sad for you in addition to young writers. Maybe fandom always sucking is a problem, not a plus. Just a thought.)

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This particular type of death threat wasn't common back then... but neither is what you describe, in my experience. People who are adjacent to a target often do say more empathetic things, and a fair amount of the "respond with spite" is not to someone leaving over death threats but to more commonplace annoyances that are going to occur at one's local writer's circle and anywhere else.

No, self-styled "proship" circles aren't particularly nice a lot of the time, but this hand-wringing is silly.

Besides, why are you sending me nagging posts projecting onto Olds instead of support? ;)

(I know, I know: it's because I actually am a shounen protagonist.)

[where-fading-princesses-live]

Thoughts on WICKED (2024)

So I finally saw WICKED after procrastinating after its opening weekend. I wanted to wait a bit longer (as excited as I was to see it) because I knew the theaters were going to be packed (they were) and my friend and I got tickets at the last minute before they sold out for that day’s showing. I’ve been a fan of the musical since childhood and I loved the books as a teen and I knew they were making a movie (or talking about it) since I was in middle school. Well it was worth the wait.

I admit the first teaser trailer did not impress me (it looked too much like a spectacle and some of the CGI effects looked over the top and corny). I was going to see it anyway but my initial expectations were low. but the later trailers were better and I was getting more excited to see it. Well the movie did not disappoint. Though I’m a big fan of WICKED, the movie was better than I expected. I definitely want to see it again (preferably at home with less people even tho the movie was made for the big screen, especially with all the tiny details I didn’t notice before when viewing TV spots and clips on my phone and laptop… ) I’d rather watch it on the big screen BUT.

My enjoyment of the movie was almost completely ruined because of the people… no one sang along, thank God, but there were so many distractions and now I remember why I haven’t been to a movie theatre in years. not only did so many people come in late and have to climb over you to get to their seats, but the person sitting next to me whipped out their phone in the middle of the movie and started texting, plus their bright ass screen was so distracting (rude much?). Worst of all, one person thought it was a good idea to drag along their noisy toddlers who kept asking over and over ‘’when’s the movie going to start’’ during the previews, and even when the movie DID start, the kids could not sit still throughout the movie and kept loudly asking their parents for ‘’skittles’’ like I wanted to turn around and tell them to keep their kids quiet or leave. FINALLY they got up and left for good before the Emerald city part, like goddamn if your kids aren’t mature enough to sit through a 2 ½ movie, don’t ruin it for the rest of us. >_<

That being said, I still enjoyed the movie, and you bet your sweet Oz there was a round of applause after it was over, I mean it was THAT good. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been to a movie where the audience clapped at the end. I think maybe ‘’The Artist’’ back in 2011… which won Best Picture at the Oscars that year. That was a damn good movie, prolly the last one I saw in theaters. I knew WICKED was going to be a big; it’s one of the longest-running shows on Broadway with almost daily record box office sales; its fan base is like Harry Potter-levels huge, so I guess it’s impact was long overdue. Better late than never.

here’s some quick thoughts (I literally have not stopped thinking about it and I saw it about a week ago… suffice to say, I’m obsessed):

The Costumes!!!

So at first I hated Glinda’s bubble dress. I thought it looked cheap compared to the Broadway costume (my dream dress btw) but overtime the design grew on me…

I have no issues with the dress being pink (after all, the non-replica Brazil production did a pink gown).

I still think the Broadway bubble dress is prettier (esp. the way it sparkles and glitters in the stage lighting and I love the blue color… Susan Hilferty was very original with her designs) but I do like the movie costume being a slight nod to the 1939 Wizard of Oz, plus it looks like a quinceañera dress.

I would’ve preferred the dress with puff sleeves, or off the shoulder cap sleeves for modesty, but one detail I really love that is not noticeable unless you’re watching on the big screen is that Glinda has butterfly gems on her shoulders (literally the first time I noticed it was in the movie theatre).

It’s such a nice detail because butterflies seem to be her theme, as a nod to the butterfly choker necklace Billie Burke wears as Glinda.

I actually do like Paul Tazewell as a costume designer. He also did the costumes for ‘’Death Becomes Her’’ on Broadway; his designs are very unusual and elaborate and I loved his visions for Oz.

That being said, I pretty much love Galinda’s whole wardrobe at Shiz (some people complained that they ‘’Barbie-fied Galinda’’ because her style lacks variety esp. when she wears the same color scheme throughout the whole movie) and tho it’s true I’d like to see her in different colors (we will in PART 2), I do think the pink was a nice symbolism. Her Ozdust ballroom dress is esp. unique. (I do like how the dress in the stage show was originally blue to hint at her becoming Glinda the Good Witch; basically she and Elphaba looked like mini versions of their future Witches counterparts… then they changed the dress to pink, so the symbolism was lost).

and it was nice the movie went back to that. So now it makes sense that the bubble dress is pink.

My only complaint is Elphaba’s costumes. Don’t get me wrong—they’re gorgeous—but I’m not sure the designs really reflect her character arc. Costumes aren’t just meant to be pretty… they are literally telling a story, and illustrating the growth of a character. Sometimes characters have to be dressed in something more appropriate for the purpose of the setting and where they’re at in the narrative even if it isn’t the prettiest garment off the rack… it’s not just about looking their best, and I think Paul Tazwell missed this mark. He clearly wanted Elphaba to be a fashion queen—but that’s not her character.

In the musical, Elphaba appears semi-frumpy on purpose. She’s beautiful but insecure due to her skin color and so she covers up in a bulky blazer, she braids her long hair, and wears a cap over her head, as though she is attempting to draw the least bit of attention to herself.

No one recognizes her inner beauty because she lacks the self-confidence to be herself. In the movie, she first appears to us in a beautiful black corset dress with puff sleeves and buttons (Cynthia is absolutely stunning and kills this look) but I’m not sure if Elphaba should look so drop-dead gorgeous when we first meet her (plus she’s fixing her hair in the first shot and it seems so OOC for her… I know Cynthia’s version is softer and more vulnerable than the Broadway version, who’s a bit bold and sarcastic and self-defensive… but Elphie fixing her braid? Not that it’s vain but her hair is the least of her worries in the stage show). And the dress… like I said… much too pretty. I do love her glasses tho.. and I do like the Gothic fashion... it reminds me of A Series of Unfortunate Events... the first dress is just too pretty for a character introduction. I'd like to see her wear this later in the film...

Maybe it wasn’t the intent… the dress is old-fashioned and could be ‘’spinsterish’’ to some, but she looks far from frumpy. Elphaba is already naturally beautiful, but in the stage version she doesn’t undergo an outward physical transformation until after the Ozdust ballroom scene. In the movie, she’s dressed fashionably all the time… and looks beautiful outside and inside. her Shiz uniforms are not Galinda, oh, sure, but she looks incredible in these form-fitting pinstripe suits with these flamboyant shoulder pads, and I feel it doesn’t match Elphaba’s story at all… she’s supposed to be hiding at the beginning of the story (I don’t think you’d catch Broadway Elphaba dead in pinstripes and shoulder pads). Galinda in the show helps bring her out of her shell. But even her Ozdust dress in the movie is a knock out… with the black lace and everything. In the musical, she just wears her plain uniform frock to the dance because she has nothing else.

The movie doesn’t have to copy the stage show exactly, but yeah… I wanted to see Elphaba go through a transformation in her fashions. I wanted to see her start dressing prettier towards the end of the movie, after ‘’Popular’’… like, see, her inner beauty was always there, and it makes her beautiful on the outside too! but she was already dressing pretty and fashionable before that, so it lessens the impact it’s supposed to have as the other students slowly begin to accept her. and after ‘’Popular’’, Elphaba is seen wearing this outfit she wears earlier in the film. Only difference being her hair is not braided, so she really doesn’t look ‘’Galinda-fied’’ to me as the line suggests (she was already ''Galinda-fied'').

In the musical it’s more apparent when she goes to looking like this (something she’s never worn before and doesn’t fit her typical style):

Again, it’s just a minor gripe I had. They probably wanted Elphie’s ‘’make over’’ to be more subtle which is fine… like Elphaba is ALWAYS beautiful… but still.

Nessarose’s Ozdust dress was actually one of my faves in the whole movie. She truly looked like the Belle of the Ball. I love that she’s wearing a poppy necklace…

And those big doe eye of hers... I'M DEAD

If Galinda is butterflies, Nessa’s whole theme seems to be poppies. AND THESE SHOES ARE FIRE I want them and I want the dress. There I said it.

Also her dance with Boq is my favorite scene in the whole movie. It was always my favorite part in ''Dancing Through Life'' and it's so wholesome... knowing how tragic this ends for them both (the rehearsal footage was admittedly better but they both ate and left no crumbs)... give the choreographer all the awards.

As for the other characters, I like the Shiz uniforms and that they maintained the variety and individualisms from the stage show. I kind of wish Fiyero was dressed in something that stood out more. He doesn’t wear his Shiz uniform until after ‘’Popular’’ in the stage version. We first meet him in a riding outfit (he kind of wears a riding outfit when he runs into Elphaba in the movie… but not a bold red one… and red seems to be Fiyero’s color… it fits him better than blue but that's just my opinion).

If it was my choice, I would’ve dressed all the main characters in different outfits and/or colors that stand out from the rest. In the stage version, Galinda and Elphie are technically still dressed in uniforms, but they wear a solid color—Galinda in all cream/ white and Elphie in all navy blue—so they stand out.

I like that they kept this in the movie (only Galinda being in pastel pink tones and Elphie in all black).

Fiyero, Boq, and Nessa should’ve been color coded too. Yes, Boq and Nessa in the stage show wear similar uniforms to everyone else, but they have little details that make them stand out (for instance, Nessa has this headband, and Boq has this little red hat that later productions added… it didn’t exist in the original production, but the costumes kind of evolved over time). I still like Boq’s uniform in the movie (esp. the shoes). I do kind of miss his white boots from the stage show, tho (RIP Boq’s cute white boots).

Unfortunately in the movie they had so many people dressed like Boq that he disappeared into the background, but maybe that was for a reason? Boq is a wallflower; we're not supposed to notice him. I get it. He still should've had something to signify him... a hat, maybe. These sweater vests are sick tho... where can I get one?

The Cast!!!

Ariana and Cynthia of course nailed it. I was skeptical of the casting when it was first announced but they proved me wrong and they were the perfect choices. No one could have played Galinda and Elphaba better. I usually don’t like pop stars in musical movies… I prefer classically trained theatre actors, but since Ari does have a musical theatre background, she ended up surprising me more than anyone else in the cast (esp. where it concerns her operatic notes. I say that because tho I’m familiar with her on 13! the musical, she was terribly miscast as Penny in Hairspray Live! She did not disappear into the role… she was basically playing herself) and I was deathly afraid she would popify the hell out of Galinda. Well, she understood the assignment, she really became Galinda. So props to her.

Not gonna lie. The whole cast was phenomenal but Dr. Dillamond (voiced by Peter Dinklage) was my favorite part in the whole movie. I love the scene where Elphaba takes him by the hoof. She was so compassionate and you really feel her heartbreak when he's arrested. Yeah the CGI goat was the best actor I just loved him.

😭😭😭

Fiyero is the Arjiki prince (who was a very minor character in the book and, in my humble opinion, is the least interesting character in the book and the musical), made that much worse when he's traditionally whitewashed… because he was a dark-skinned black man in the book… sure some black actors have played him on stage but I had a feeling they’d cast a white actor in the movie… part of me wished they casted a black actor... well, at least he gets a cool song. HOWEVER I really did love Jonathan Bailey’s portrayal. He wasn’t bland like some of the other actors who’ve played him, and though he’s prince charming good looking, he’s also incredibly funny. I was not expecting to laugh so much at his entrance. Yeah, I liked Fiyero more in the movie. He’s still not my favorite character but hopefully he gets a big meaty part in PART 2. Is it wrong I never shipped Fiyero/ Elphaba? I always thought their chemistry was so boring and forced. Wicked was always a love story between two women anyway. I totally ship Elphaba and Galinda (it’s canon in the book anyway). I loved the scene where Galinda and Elphaba run out of the ozdust ballroom together hand-in-hand and literally leave Fiyero biting the dust.

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(SPOILER ALERT: That’s how the story should have ended. Who needs a man right? Let the witches be lesbians… a house falls on Nessa, so Boq could end up with Fiyero (since the women they love are in love with each other) let Fiyero be bisexual (Jonathan’s Fiyero already radiates bisexual energy because all the women AND men were falling in love with him). Let him be bi and hit on Boq (Tincrow fans come get your food… you can’t convince me they’re straight). Elphie and Glinda get their happy ending. Problem solved. Everyone’s happy.)

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Nessa was awesome. She’s a character everyone loves to hate, but yeah, I wish she was in the movie more. Marissa Bode ATE

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(SPOILER ALERT: In Part 2, she will becomes more Wicked when she assumes the position of the tyrannical Eminence of Munchkinland. Owing to her brutal religious persecution, we'll do well to remember her as the infamous ''Wicked Witch of the East.'' I love me a badass female villain).

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Speaking of badass female villains, Michelle Yeoh absolutely COOKED as Madame Morrible, and her costumes were more beautiful on the big screen. Part of me wanted Kristin Chenoweth to play Madame Morrible… she slayed as Velma Von Tussle in Hairspray Live! Her rendition of ‘’(The Legend Of) Miss Baltimore Crabs’’ was seriously gas. She plays a very convincing villain, but then they’d have to write her a villain song (not that I’m complaining). Michelle may not be a singer, but she was so quietly sinister as Madame Morrible… I loved her.

I personally wanted more Bowen Yang in the supporting cast (specifically flirting with Fiyero).

Despite the haters (and say what you will), but Ethan Slater was perfectly cast as Boq Woodsman aka the Munchkin Boy. Despite unpopular opinion, I wish he was in the movie more. When I read the book, he looks almost exactly like how I pictured him (mop of curly hair, freckles…). Boq was blonde in the book if I remember correctly, and he wore glasses… so my vision of him was a blonde Daniel Radcliffe… but honestly, the red hair works so well (even better than blonde). And I love that they ended up basing the Munchkins’ look off of Ethan. They all had red curly hair. That was a cool detail.

Boq the Munchkin Boy was actually a major character in the book but the musical shifts Boq's prominence to Fiyero for some reason and this always bothered me. Yeah, Fiyero unapologetically steals Boq's thunder (and I will never forgive the musical for that unnecessary change...) and apparently the movie was going to flesh him out more and make him friends with Elphaba like in the book… they were really close friends and Boq actually played a bigger role than Galinda... in fact, Galinda was very minor in the book compared to her role in the musical.

You wish your squad was this dope.

It seemed like they were going to add more things from the book. Unfortunately, a lot of his scenes got axed (I would watch a full five hours with all the deleted scenes). But Ethan Slater was still good with what he had to work with. Okay, maybe they had to delete his scenes with Elphaba. But I personally wanted more scenes with him and Fiyero… it seems like something was going on between them in ‘’Dancing Through Life’’ (not in that way; Ethan explained in interviews his Boq looked up to Fiyero and tried to emulate him and that makes sense) like a parallel storyline to Elphie and Galinda’s budding friendship. Boq seemed to come out of his shell more around Fiyero, kind of like Elphie gaining confidence around Galinda. I would’ve have minded a scene with Fiyero rooming with Boq and seeing the boys get ready for the dance.

In fact, we just needed more scenes with the Charmed Circle hanging out together in general. They teased us with these scenes for months leading up to the film’s release… only to delete them!!! WE WERE ROBBED

A two-part movie and they still had to sacrifice so much for time constraints.

That was my only other gripe with the film. The lack of development in the friendships of the characters…

This is why the movie really needed to be a TV series spanning multiple seasons, and they could have added so much from the books. Everyone would watch the living crap out of it, and we could have had more character development and world building. Someday I’d love to see an animated tv series based on the books (minus the smex). With all the lovely fanart coming out of this fanbase, think of the cool possibilities for character designs. Yeah a tv series based on the books are in order. (Probably couldn’t get the movie cast but I think Ethan Slater should reprise his role as Boq because he just sounded so much like how I pictured him from the book… he probably fits my vision the most out of everyone who was casted.)

A funny thing happened after the movie… my friend said, ''Why is Boq taller than Glinda?'' And I was like, ''out of the whole 2 1/2 hour movie THAT'S what you got out of it???'' (Anyway most of the actors who played Boq on stage were taller than Glinda by a head or two. He's a ''tall munchkin'' and they should've kept this line in the movie so people wouldn't be confusified.)

Anyway, yeah, despite the minor things, the movie is a solid 11/ 10 stars for me.

They had ONE job. And they nailed it.

[aventurineswife]

Welcome to my HSR Masterlist 5!

Here, you'll find HSR fanfictions, headcanons, and maybe a few surprises along the way.

Feel free to send in your requests!

The Weight of Ignorance | Ratio x Reader

Little Reflections | Jing Yuan, Blade, Sunday, Jiaoqiu x Reader

More Self Aware HSR AU | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Final

A Cake-Cat’s Revolution | Kafka x Reader

Rest My Little Songbird | Jing Yuan x Halovian!Reader

A Promise to Protect | Jing Yuan, Boothill

“To be loved is to be known” | Aventurine x Reader

The Distance Between Here and Home | Gallagher, Welt x Reader

Where Luck Meets Grace | Aventurine x Halovian!Reader

Rest, Just This Once | Dan Heng x Reader

In Quiet Moments, We Heal | Dan Heng, Sunday x Reader

Unmasked in the Silence | Aventurine, Boothill, Sunday X Reader

Rest Your Weary Head | Dan Heng IL, Aventurine, Kaveh x Reader

“We're just coworkers. Nothing more” | Aventurine x Reader

The Rose of My Heart | Argenti x Reader

“Magnificent, But I'll Take 'Nice'” | Aventurine x Teen!Reader

Wings of Contemplation | Sunday x Reader

Even Stoics Need Softness | Dan Heng x Reader

Tiny Terror, Grand Reactions | Kaveritas, Alhaitham, Boothill, Argenti x Reader

One Kiss Is All It Takes | Ratio, Kaveh, Aventurine, Itto x Reader

“You’ve Done Enough for Today” | Dan Heng, Sunday, Aventurine, Ratio x Reader

No Rush, No Burden | Jing Yuan, Robin x Reader

Chocolate-Covered Honesty | Sampo x Reader

Not Perfect, but Still Yours | Kaveh, Dan Heng, Ratio, Ruan Mei, Sunday x Reader

“You're a grown-ass man” | Dan Heng, Ratio, Sunday, Kinich, Kaveh x Reader

Whispers of Snow and Starlight | The Herta x Reader

A Heart Hidden, A Bear Given | Aventurine x Reader

The Jacket Chronicles | Aventurine, Ratio, Jiaoqiu, Moze, Caelus, Dan Heng x Reader

The Heart's Unseen Light | Sunday, Aventurine, Moze, Jiaoqiu x Nikki!Reader

A Vow in the Starlight | Ratio x Reader

“The harder the battle, the sweeter the victory” | Ratio x Female!Reader

Soft Lies and Sleepy Smiles | Sunday, Dan Heng, Aventurine x Reader

The Art of Letting Go | Sunday x Reader

Planted with Love | Aventurine x Female!Reader

Illusions of the Mind | Sunday, Aventurine, Dan Heng x Reader

We Are Young | Ratio, Gepard, Aventurine, Sunday x Reader

“Your Voice is My Favorite Constellation” | Sunday x Reader

Say It Wrong, Make It Right | Ratio x Reader

Gems of the Soul | Aventurine, Dan Heng, Sampo, Jing Yuan x Reader

Trust is Earned, Not Given | Aventurine, Sampo, Ratio, Childe x Reader

A Language Without Words | Dan Heng x Reader

All in, Sweetheart | Aventurine x Reader

“The cold never bothered me anyway” | Aventurine, Caelus, Sampo, Childe x Reader

The Smell of You | Aventurine x Reader

Haunting Me | Aventurine x Reader

Every Closed Door Leads to a New Beginning | Aventurine, Phainon, Dan Heng x Reader

Falling, But Not for the First Time | Caelus x Reader

Spice Is the Soul of Life | Jiaoqiu x Reader

Falling Into Thought | Ratio x Reader

The Price of Kindness | Kaveh x Reader x Ratio

A Refuge Beneath the Waves | Merman!Sunday x Cecaelia!Reader

“To know, to be known, and to understand; that is the ultimate goal” | Ratio x Reader

For You, My Heart | Kaveh x Reader x Ratio

The Eyes Are the Window | Aventurine x Reader

To Keep a Promise | Kaveh x Reader x Ratio

Silver and Sin | Aventurine x Reader

Flustered by the Muse | Kaveritas, Robin, Dan Heng, Kinich, Ororon x Reader

A Little Too Much Fun | Kaveh x Reader x Ratio

Breathe In, Rest Easy | Kaveh x Reader x Ratio

Jealous Hearts, Shared Love | Kaveh x Reader x Ratio

The Fox and the Gambler | Aventurine x Kitsune!Reader

A Place to Belong | Sunday x Reader

Hearts Are the Riskiest Suit | Aventurine x Reader

Seduction, as a Last Resort | Ratio, Kaveh x Reader

“I’m sorry I’m not the most romantic, but I try” | Aventurine x Reader

“Knowledge is power, but only if you can use it” | Ratio x Reader

The Pirate and the Deep | Siren!Kaveh x Pirate!Reader x Octupus Hybrid!Ratio

Cats and Café | Aventurine x Reader

Chosen Hearts Shine Brighter | Kaveh x Reader x Ratio

Chance or Fate? | Aventurine x Reader

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Shuji Hanma x Fem Reader: My Milf (N/SFW) WC: 1400+ TW: Starts off fluffy but then gets to the naughty part after. Breeding, Impregnation, Masturbation, Dom Hanma, Vulgar Language, Mate Pressing, Creampie, Cock Warming, MNDI 18+

Hanma was looking at it at 3 am. He heard the crying coming from his daughter's room. You were going to get up but Hanma stopped you. “I will go check on her,” he said getting out of bed. 

He stumbled into his daughter's room. He could see his daughter holding onto her stuffed rabbit.  The night light was on. “Daddy.” she whined in a soft tone. 

“What's wrong with my little doll?” he asked, walking into her room sitting on the edge of her bed. “I had a dream you got hurt and you weren’t going to come home..”she sniffled as she spoke. “Daddy, I don't want you to go anywhere.” she began to cry a bit more.

Hanma scooped up his daughter and cradled her in his arms. “It's okay, calm down ... I'm here. I will always be here with you.” he softly spoke to his daughter, wiping her tears away.

“Promise.” she asked.

“I promise. You know mommy is going to be working tomorrow and I promised you a little date.” he smiled. Hanma continued to talk to her until her eyes became heavy... As he got older he calmed down and when you both had your daughter, you and she were his whole world. He held her for a moment realizing she wasn't a baby anymore she was getting big and developing her own personality and ideas. He laid her back in bed. He looked over at her little table where she already had her outfit laid out for tomorrow and she was going to spend the day with him. 

Hanma walked back to his room, crawling back into his spot in the bed. His hands snaking around your waist bringing your body closer to his. “She is asleep.” He mumbled.

“She has been getting up more often.” You turned around, your eyes slowly fluttering up to meet his. 

“Well when we have to travel for what we do anything can happen…” he spoke nonchalantly. You both knew the consequences of bringing a family into the world you both lived in. As you would say to him ‘Nobody is promised tomorrow’. As much as it was dangerous there were times you needed a few days off. “But I managed to break free to have time with her later on.”  he added.

“She will like it.” She smiled kissing his nose.  

“Yeah from what I keep hearing from people, she will not spend time with me when she gets older.” Hanma said, hearing some comments from people with teens that their daughters were a handful and they just don’t want to hang out with their parents. “When it happens you're popping out another one.” 

“Yeah okay.” You spoke in a sarcastic tone. He seemed to be a bit more friskier the last few weeks. You couldn’t even bend down without him coming from behind either brushing himself against you or giving your ass a slap. 

“Well since you're up we can get it going now. You have me waiting already for 3 1⁄2 years.” His hand slid up your silk nightgown. “I think she needs someone to play with. In order for that to happen…let me play with you~~” 

“Hanma.~~” you quietly moaned as his hand found your covered cunt lips. His finger began to rub your cunt. With the simplest touch, he could make you wet in a matter of seconds. Biting your lower lips not wanting the moans to come out too loud.

“Come on, doesn't it sound nice,  doll?” He cooed in your ear. “Filling you up with my hot sticky cum.”

“You make it so hard to say no.” You were nibbling on your lower lip. Without a thought, you felt yourself grinding against his hand wanting more friction. 

Immediately he began pulling your panties off that were damp with your juices. It didn’t take long for him to pull off his sweats and boxers. The 6ft 4in man towered over your tiny frame. Lowering his head closer to yours.  As he got one more fill of your pussy, his fingers were covered with your juices and he brought them to his lips. Getting a sweet taste of your nectar. “You will always be my favorite taste.” The corner of his mouth curled up. His lips lean into you as you get a taste of your own juices. Not breaking the kiss from your lips. His fingers push your legs closer to your chest. Feeling the tip of his cock brushing your swollen wet cunt lips. He constantly teased you, wanting you to ask for it. He wanted that type of control in bed making you want his cock.

“Enough teasing Hanma. You got my full attention now.” Speaking in a flustered tone. You could feel your feelings burning up inside. He got you all hot and flustered and you just wanted to feel him inside of you. 

His golden eyes glowed down at you, you could only see them in the dark room. The tip of his cock stopped brushing and began to slide into your slick warm walls. Both of you let out a low moan as the first thrust was always the best.  “Let's hear those pretty moans fill this room.” snapping his hips into you.

The friction causes you to yelp louder than you wanted. With a few thrust thrust he would thrust harder knowing each time he did so you would let a different tone of moan escape from your lip. “Han-mai~~~ its late~~~I~~ don’t wanna~~ wake her up.~~~” panting coming from your voice. 

“She is all the way down the hall, she won't hear a sound. Come on doll  let me hear you moan~~~ call my name out just the way I like it~~~” his was close to you as you could feel his warm breath against your slightly damp skin.. He pressed your legs closer to your chest to adjust your angle and you began to feel the penetration become deeper. 

His eyes focused on  you as they adjusted to the darkness; he could see your eyes dilated. The room became a bit stuffy as beads of sweat were forming on his forehead. He became fixated on the idea of filling your womb with his cum. The same cum that made you carry his little twin. “I wanna see my milf pregnant again. It will let everyone know who you belong to and who got you pregnant .” It was turning you on by the words he was speaking to you in between those words you heard his low groans. You were always his and the fact he made sure when you were pregnant the first time it was known, you wouldn’t be taken away from him. Yet there was also the piece of him that craved a family deep down he wouldn’t admit it to you or anyone but being around this man for many years you just knew you knew his behavior. That connection he had with his daughter was special; he would go over the moon for her.

“Say you want my cum filling that empty womb of yours.” he was panting as he felt your cunt walls clenching on his cock. Fighting the urge to cum he was waiting for you to say it. He wouldn’t be satisfied without you saying it. You could see his jaw flexing with the tension. Clenching his fist his knuckle started to become white. “Fill your hot cum inside my womb Hanma~~~.” you locked eyes with him as you spoke those words he loved to hear.. The moment of releasing your climax your vision became a bit blurry. Your body produces a sudden wave of warmth from pure euphoric bliss. With the few pumps of Hanma pumping he pushed on hard thrust and held it against you as his cock began filling your womb. He let a low growl as he felt his himself becoming slightly dizzy due to his climax. He didn’t immediately pull out, once you got your vision back you began brushing some of the strands of hair away from his face. “ How long are you going to keep me like this?”  You asked him, trying to catch your breath.

“Until I feel like it. I want to make sure I have my milf pregnant sooner than expected.” letting a low chuckle and a smirk appear on his face then he spoke “Just know you are not safe when we are alone either if it's in the kitchen, in the shower, or in the pool you will end up pregnant in a matter of weeks.” pressing his lips against you.