#so cunting stupendous

[binnofpi]

fight club is just 140 mins of tyler sashaying around in skimpy little gay fits

[cravingsfromatwistedone]

Hi Hana! I just saw ur post and it's perfectly fine if you can't write for Twisted Wonderland. Is it alright if I have the same prompt but with any Genshin character of ur choice? -🎐 Anon

PRAISE TO BE [ DRABBLE + HC / NSFW ]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: HELLO THERE DARLING! I DEEPLY APOLOGIZE FOR TAKING MY TIME TOO LONG BUT INSPIRATION HAVEN'T HIT ME ENOUGH LATELY! (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠) SO HOPEFULLY WHAT I WROTE FOR YOU TURNED OUT WELL! ANY KINDS OF FEEDBACKS ARE APPRECIATED!

DARLING REQUESTED: Could I request overstimulation by toys hc with [!!!] and other characters of ur choice but as mean doms with a Fem or GN reader!

TW: IMPLIED OVERSTIMULATION, USAGE OF TOYS, PET NAMES, A MIX OF PRAISING AND DEGRADING, SWEARING/CURSING, PETPLAY, USAGE OF COLLAR AND LEASH

KAMISATO AYATO X FEM! READER

"What a pretty girl you are, so obedient just for me♡"

The male chuckled to himself before scratching under your chin as drool seeped out from your lips, your eyes glistening with tears. "A-Ayato♡—" You pant out, only for him to place a finger against your lips. "Ah-ah, did I say you could talk dearest?" He slyly spoke. He laughed when your head started dipping down, your gaze fixed to the floorboards instead of him. Kamisato Ayato found it endearing that you were hanging on to every single word he said, almost like a kicked puppy so to say.

Tugging on the leash that was connected to your collar, you were forced to look up to your benefactor. A pleasant grin carved into his face as he held up a small controller in his hand "Now, let's try turning it up a li~ittle higher alright, puppy?♡"

[ H E A D C A N O N S ! ]

• Despite his refined and elegant appearance, you'd never guess that he was such a perverted man

• He'd gently coax you into acting out his deepest desires, with the promise that he'll take good care of you once you're done

• Of course, he's the kind of man who'd leave you in the dark; waiting just around the corner to surprise you with whatever he had in mind that day

• He was particularly fond of petplay, where he'd often place a collar on you before tying a leash to it, grinning to your flustered face as he walks you around in his private quarters

• He takes it to the extreme where he even bought a vibrating butt plug that had a furry end to it, your 'tail' as he calls it and that you should never take it off without his permission

• Kamisato Ayato is also a cheeky man, he'd 'accidentally' turn on the plug to its highest setting before excusing you and himself to the guests as your knees start to buckle; to which you shakily let out an agreement

• Once you've arrived in his bedroom, he's taking his sweet time in undressing you, your soft supple skin simply covered in sweat and that you were begging to have your needs filled

• "Go on, keep crying like a bitch in heat, dearest♡" He says, gripping on to your hips as he forces you down on his cock; relishing the way your cunt tightens around him as your moans fuels him even more

• As soon as the bed has been thoroughly wet ( by your mixed fluids ), the male does a stupendous job at cleaning up; carefully setting aside your fainted figure as he places on to a new mattress to sleep on for the night

[vintagestagehotties]

Hot Vintage Stage Actress Round 3

Ginger Rogers: Babs Green in Top Speed (1929 Broadway); Molly Gray in Girl Crazy (1930 Broadway); Dolly Gallagher Levi in Hello, Dolly! (1965 Broadway)

Ethel Merman: Reno Sweeney in Anything Goes (1934 Broadway); Annie Oakley in Annie Get Your Gun (1946 Broadway); Mrs Sally Adams in Call Me Madam (1951 Broadway); Liz Livingstone in Happy Hunting (1957 Broadway); Rose Hovick in Gypsy (1960 Broadway)

Propaganda under the cut.

Ginger Rogers:

justice for hot dancers!!!

Ethel Merman:

YOU EITHER GOT IT, OR YOU AIN'T. AND BOYS, SHE'S GOT IT.

She is THE star!

She doesn’t even need propaganda so here’s a story copied from wikipedia about an absolutely iconic comeback she had to her fourth husband, the big dick energy is off the charts: An oft recounted story from their short marriage demonstrated the volatility of their relationship. When Borgnine asked Merman how her audition had gone, she replied: "Well, they were mad about my 35-year-old body, my 35-year-old voice, and my 35-year-old face." "Is that so?" Borgnine responded. "And what did they think of your 65-year-old cunt?" Without missing a beat, Merman retorted: "You weren’t mentioned once.”

I know this song is having a moment on TikTok with a different singer, but considering she's been bumped from the film bracket and really is better known for her theatre work, it IS her turn!

From a movie role but shows the kind of presence she could have in stage settings!

All of these examples -- which are only a small selection of the shows she opened -- were written for her; she was that essential to the Golden Age of musical theater. Titanic, stupendous, blow the roof off, staggering. For his 12th birthday, my dad's parents got him tickets to Gypsy; fourth row, dead center, he said seeing Ethel was the most exciting moment of his life.

[wild-karrde]

One Step at a Time - Part 13

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A/N: ALRIGHT STRAP IN KIDS. Please heed the warnings on this one if you have any material you find triggering. This one is QUITE a ride. As always, thank you to the STUPENDOUS @teletraan-meets-jarvis for beta reading this for me!

Chapter Rating: E

Warnings: PiV sex, language, canon-typical violence, suicide, character death

Word Count: 8.8k words

Life was good. As good as it had ever been in all the time Chuckles could remember. 

There was a comfort that came with falling into a routine. Chuckles would drop the kids off at school in the mornings, go to work in the mine, and then return in the evening to walk Arni and Nita home from school. Sometimes they’d stop by Grinz’s to stock up, sometimes Helly, Anj, and occasionally Lu would come over for dinner, and sometimes it would be just the three of them before the kids would go to bed. 

Then, Chuckles would head to Endi’s apartment. 

Those visits varied in how they started, but always ended the same: with Chuckles fucking Endi like it was what he’d looked forward to all day. Everything still felt so new and exciting, and the two of them could hardly keep their hands off one another. They did their best to fit some casual conversation in, asking one another about their day and talking about mundane things like the weather, allowing the tension to grow and blossom until it snapped. 

Tonight, Endi had invited Chuckles over under the pretense of sharing a pie she’d baked that day after school. He’d appeared on her doorstep in the dark, and she’d answered the door in a short, satiny robe that didn’t appear to have anything underneath. Chuckles had waited patiently, sitting across from her in her kitchen as she set a plate in front of him, carefully placing a dollop of fresh cream on the flaky crust. He’d eaten slowly as she watched and made idle conversation, never breaking eye contact as he licked his fork clean. 

As soon as the last crumb had disappeared and the plates had been cleared away, Chuckles had grabbed Endi with a playful growl and pulled her robe open, confirming his suspicions that she was wearing nothing underneath. She’d giggled breathlessly and he’d groaned as his hands squeezed her breasts, his lips finding the curve of her shoulder and sucking a bruise into her skin before he bent her over the table and buried himself inside of her in one stroke. The table creaked underneath them as he set a frantic pace, the legs scraping against the hard floor until the tabletop was bumping against the wall with every snap of Chuckles’s hips. He stared down at where they were joined and smirked. 

“Fuck, your pussy’s creamy tonight, Endoline,” he growled, admiring the white coating her cunt was leaving on his shaft between strokes. “Could have dipped my fingers in you and topped my pie with this instead.” His cock glistened in the kitchen light as he withdrew for a moment before slamming back into her with an echoing slap that drew a moan from her. “You think about me today, sweetheart?”

“All… all day,” she stuttered out. 

“Did you touch yourself?”

“N-no. Wanted t-to wait for you.” 

He leaned over her, caging her in as he planted his palms on either side of her on the tabletop. Some sweat trickled down the tip of his nose, dripping onto the skin between her shoulder blades. Chuckles ran his tongue along her spine, swiping away the moisture as he tasted the salt of her sweat-slicked skin. 

“Good girl,” he rasped. “Was it worth the wait?”

She shuddered underneath him. “Gods above, yes.” 

Chuckles grinned as he gripped her hips and readjusted his angle, easily finding the place inside of her that he’d become well-acquainted with over the last month and a half, and within moments, he had her coming undone beneath him. Endi collapsed on the table as he finished inside of her, barely managing to brace his palms against the wooden surface again as his cock slipped from her. Some of his spend dribbled back out from between the swollen lips of her cunt, spattering on the floor. 

“Looks… looks like we made a mess,” Endi panted with a dopey grin on her face, turning her head to meet his gaze over her shoulder. 

Chuckles huffed a laugh before leaning down to press a kiss to her temple. 

“Well then we’d better get ourselves cleaned up, huh?”

He wiped the evidence of their activities off of the floor quickly before scooping Endi into his arms and carrying her to her small refresher. It was only slightly larger than the one on the Starlight, but it did have a decent-sized bathtub pushed into one corner, which Chuckles filled with hot water before helping Endi in. Stripping off his clothes, he stepped in behind her, settling down and pulling her back against his chest. He pressed his hands to her stomach under the water, pulling her close and inhaling deeply into her hair. 

“Missed you today,” he whispered. 

This had become part of his routine too, and he enjoyed it almost as much as the sex. Almost.

“You just saw me last night,” she teased, reaching for a hair tie and starting to pile her hair on top of her head. 

“Let me,” Chuckles said, taking the thin band from her hand. Gently, he gathered her dark curls, combing through them carefully with his fingers until he had managed to smooth out the bumps and ridges in her hair. 

“You’ve been practicing,” she hummed. 

“What do you mean been practicing?” Chuckles giggled. “This is the practice. You’re far more patient than Nita will ever be. But I’ve at least gotten alright at doing buns.” 

“Are they even when you do two of them?”

“Still working on that,” he muttered, and Endi laughed in response. 

“You’ll get it.”

“And until then, I have Arni.”

Chuckles tied her hair up before leaning forward to kiss the back of her neck, squeezing her tightly again. Endi leaned back against him, sinking lower into the water so she could rest her head against his shoulder. She took his hand between hers, rubbing at some of the dust and grime that had settled into his callouses from the mine. 

“Something’s bothering you,” she noted quietly. 

Chuckles sighed. A lot of things were bothering him, but he wasn’t certain how many he wanted to burden her with. Everything had been easy so far, with the two of them still figuring one another out and how they fit together. There’d be time to talk about all of the secrets he kept locked away and the deeper topics, but at least for now, there seemed to be an unspoken agreement to just have fun with one another. He picked through his long list of concerns, choosing a more trivial one to reveal. 

“Nita’s birthday is next week,” he sighed. 

“And you’ve got it all planned well in advance,” Endi countered. “You’ve met all of her demands, and I think she’s going to be terribly excited to get her own bed.” 

After some debate, Chuckles had decided to reveal the decorated and furnished cargo hold to the younglings for Nita’s birthday. The deliveries had lined up almost perfectly with the date, and as long as Grinz could track down some bedding this week, everything would be in order. He knew the little Pantoran was going to love it, on top of all of the other gifts she was getting. A surprise would have been impossible; Nita had practically been counting the days since Arni’s birthday party, and she had very specific expectations for her own celebration. Luckily, none of them had been too far-fetched, and the only one Chuckles had said ‘no’ to was a pet tooka. Nita had been disappointed, but that had been short-lived as she’d moved on to planning the types of snacks she’d wanted, and Grinz had promised to deliver on every item. Endi had even promised to make the cream puffs Nita has become enamored with in the last few months, which may have been the real achievement that overshadowed the tooka debacle.

“You’re right,” he murmured. “As always.” He gripped her hand, pulling it to his lips and brushing a kiss over her knuckles.

“Are you nervous about telling them about us then?” 

They still hadn’t disclosed their relationship to Arni and Nita, but Chuckles knew the time for that discussion was fast approaching. Arni was starting to question where he went at night, and had even caught him sneaking home once just before dawn. They hadn’t directly asked him about it, but he didn’t want to feel like he was lying to them. He and Endi had talked about the right time to tell them, and they’d decided to do it after Nita’s birthday so as not to take away from the day. Deep down, Chuckles had also wanted to wait until after just in case the kids didn’t take it well. There was no reason to think they wouldn’t; by all accounts, they enjoyed school and liked their teacher. But he still couldn’t shake off all the nerves. 

“Not as nervous as I was, but not completely settled,” he admitted. 

“So what’s got you wound so tightly?” Endi asked, switching to his other hand and massaging his joints with her thumbs. “You feel as though you’ve got something on your mind.”

A twinge of guilt twisted his gut. 

Am I ruining my time with her? 

He rested his chin on top of her head. “I’m sorry if I’ve been distracted.”

“You don’t need to apologize. Or talk about it if you don’t want to. I just want to be supportive if I can.” 

Chuckles flushed with heat that made the water feel cool. Slipping his finger under her chin, he gently tilted her head towards him, raising her lips to his and pecking them lightly. 

“What did I do to deserve you?” 

“You’re deflecting with flattery.”

“You’re not supposed to notice that.”

“Chuckles.” 

He sighed, unsure of how to broach the topic. As well as things were going, he still wasn’t ready to tell Endi everything. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her, it just didn’t feel like the right time yet. He wanted to wait until he was more certain of how she’d react. Finding out you were sleeping with a traitor to the Empire who happened to be harboring two Jedi youngling fugitives wasn’t exactly something that could be taken lightly. In fact, chances were good it would completely upend her life. 

The time would come where he’d be ready to tell her, he was sure of it. He felt that he owed her that honesty if things got serious enough, to the point where they were building a life together. He’d told Ry and Oks after all. But that was definitely a discussion for another day, even if that secret was connected to what was bothering him right now. 

“The one year anniversary of the end of the war is coming up,” he said quietly, choosing his words carefully. There had been rumors that the Imperials were planning a galaxy-wide holiday to commemorate the day, and the thought of celebrating at all turned Chuckles’s stomach. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how the kids felt about it. 

Endi nodded, seemingly choosing her words cautiously as well. “I imagine that was quite a day for you, even being discharged.” 

You have no idea.

“It was,” he agreed. “There’s…a lot of memories there. And for the kids, it’ll be a reminder of them losing their family.” 

“And them gaining a new one in you,” Endi said softly. “Maybe you choose to celebrate that rather than dwell on the bad memories. Celebrate the brothers that you lost and all they fought for. And celebrate your family coming together.” 

Chuckles mulled through it in his mind. It was an approach he hadn’t considered. “That’s not a half-bad idea,” he said. “I think the kids will like that.” He kissed her again, deeper this time, and he felt her quiver slightly as he pulled her close. “Thank you,” he mumbled against her lips. 

“That’s what partners are for,” she replied. 

“Is that what we are?”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re my only suitor.” 

“Not the only suitor,” he countered. “There are plenty in this town that make eyes at you, whether or not you know it. And I can’t say that I blame them.”

She rolled her eyes. “Fine, then you’re the only suitor I’m interested in. And the only one I’ve shared a bed with.” She turned, straddling his lap, and he felt his cock brush her core. His hands rested on her hips as he hardened underneath her. The water lapped at the sides of the tub, disturbed from the rocking of Endi’s hips as she rubbed against his length. “You’re the only suitor that’s ever been in this tub with me, and you’re the only one I’m asking to fuck me.”

“Are you asking, Endoline?” The head of his cock caught at her entrance, and he held her still, gently flexing his hips so that the tip breached her cunt just enough to make her mouth fall open. 

“Please,” she whined. “Please take me again.”

He pulled her down onto him, spearing her on his length. Some of the water splashed over the edge of the tub, and she tipped her head back with a moan. 

“We’re going to make another mess,” she teased breathlessly. 

He leaned forward, cradling her ass as his tongue flicked against her nipple, sending another rippling shudder through her. 

“Good.”

—

“It’s PERFECT!” 

Chuckles released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding as Nita squealed with delight, her golden eyes sparkling as she took in the party decorations. He, Endi, Anj, Helly, and Lu had gotten up incredibly early to decorate the outside of the Starlight and set up for Nita’s birthday celebration. While Chuck and Lu had strung streamers and decorations from the side of the ship, creating a sort of outdoor canopy, Endi had put the finishing touches on the baked goods she’d pulled together the night before. At the same time, Helly and Anj had snuck down to the hold to put the finishing touches on the younglings’ new bedroom. They’d managed to sneak back up to the kitchenette and brew some caf just before Nita came marching in, clearly ready to face the day. She was so excited, they’d immediately taken her outside for an inspection, which she conducted thoroughly before clapping her hands excitedly, dancing around in the dirt and giggling. 

She hadn’t wanted anything large in terms of attendance; just a few of her friends from school, Arni, and the sleepy adults that were now sipping caf with relieved smiles. Nita ran to each of them, hugging them hard and shouting her thanks. She slammed into Lu with such a force that she almost knocked the mug of caf from his hand, but he recovered, giving her one of his rare, quiet smiles. 

“Not a bad decorations job for a demolitions expert,” Chuckles joked, nudging Lu with a shoulder. 

Lu smiled quietly, shrugging his shoulders as Nita released him. Anj was more prepared for Nita’s embrace, squatting down and bracing herself as the little Pantoran flew into her arms. 

“Glad you like it, Little Star,” she chuckled, tousling Nita’s silver curls. “Now let’s go get Hells to braid your hair the way you like before everyone gets here.” 

Helly had been experimenting with different styles for Nita’s hair, and the little Pantoran seemed to love sitting while Helly’s nimble and gentle fingers wove intricate braids and patterns into her silver tresses. Today, Helly had brought some fresh flowers to weave into the braids, and Nita sat on a stool, swinging her legs as Helly worked. Arni was watching carefully, asking questions so they could try to recreate it later. Chuckles leaned against the wall, smiling into his cup as he watched his family. 

Settled. Finally.

A warm hand pressed against the small of his back. 

“Want a top off?” Endi asked quietly. 

Chuckles offered her his cup, and she emptied the rest of the caf press into it. “Thanks,” he whispered. 

“You did great pulling this together,” she said softly. 

“Couldn’t have done it without you all,” he replied. “And now, I might have a real bed to sleep in tonight for the first time in a year.” 

“That reminds me. I’ve got something for you.”

Chuckles raised an inquisitive eyebrow, but Endi beckoned him back to the kitchenette. He followed, setting his mug on the small countertop. Endi crouched down, digging in her bag until she pulled out a parcel that was wrapped with ribbons. She handed it to him with a small smile.

“For you.”

“It’s not my birthday.”

She shrugged, and he smirked before opening it. Inside, there were two sets of sheets, and when he ran his thumb over the fabric, Chuckles knew it would be the softest thing he’d ever slept on. One set was a dark red and one a light blue, and he glanced up at her. She ducked her head shyly.

“Consider it a housewarming gift. Well, I guess a bedwarming…” her voice drifted off, and she flushed as she realized what she’d said. 

Chuck glanced out the door for a moment, confirming no one was paying attention before he closed the distance between them, pinning her against the table she was leaning against. His knuckle slipped under her chin, and he grinned as the purple flush in her cheeks grew deeper, highlighting her freckles. 

“I’ve got a better idea of how you can warm my bed, Endoline. Not that I don’t appreciate the sheets.” 

“Chuckles,” she gasped, her voice hitching slightly as he nuzzled against her throat. 

“I may save these until the first time you sleep over, so we can break them in together,” he rasped into her ear, her curls tickling his nose. He felt her shudder as his hand slid around the back of her neck. He pressed his lips against her pulsepoint and felt it hammering. He grinned. 

“Endoline, I-”

“Nita’s asking if you’re ready to go outside and play games.”

Endi and Chuckles flew apart. Endi turned her back, straightening her clothes and smoothing her hair, trying to hide her face. Chuckles met Arni’s gaze, trying to ignore the heat in his cheeks as he hurriedly wiped his mouth. The young Twi’lek’s gaze flicked between the two of them, and they ducked their head. 

“Yeah. That’s great. We’ll be right there, kid,” Chuck managed, suddenly feeling winded. 

Arni nodded, turning and hurriedly making their exit. Chuckles could hear everyone else exiting the ship, and when the noise faded with their departure, he turned and met Endi’s eyes. The two of them burst into nervous giggles at the same time, Chuckles rubbing his neck as Endi covered her face to muffle her laughter. 

“I think it’s safe to say we’ve been found out,” she said, her voice muffled behind her hands. 

Chuckles smiled, pulling her hands from her flushed face and resting his forehead against hers. 

“If anyone was going to figure it out, it was going to be Arni anyway.” He sighed, letting out a nervous giggle of his own. “Seems like it might be time to let them both in on the secret.” 

Her golden eyes searched his. “Are you alright with that?”

“Yeah,” he said quickly. He brought her hands up to his lips, kissing her knuckles. “No more hiding?”

“No more hiding,” she agreed. “But let’s wait until after the party. I don’t want anything to take away from Nita’s day.”

Chuckles grinned, but something about the way Arni had looked at the two of them was nagging at him. He buried it quickly, taking Endi’s hand and leading her outside. 

—

The party went off without a hitch. By the end of it, Chuckles was almost worried Nita wouldn’t stay awake long enough to see the new bedroom. Her eyelids were drooping as she bid her guests farewell, but she wore a satisfied smile. His heart warmed as she made the rounds again to thank everyone that had helped set things up, and he could see her confusion when they didn’t leave along with her friends.

“Better move fast or she won’t be awake to appreciate it,” Anj teased him with a nudge. 

“You’re right,” he agreed. He roared playfully, scooping Nita into his arms, and she squealed with surprise, breaking into a fit of giggles. 

“Can’t go to sleep yet, Honey. We’ve got one more surprise for you. Arni too.” 

The Twi’lek paused mid-bite of a creampuff, eyes widening in curiosity. 

“Come on,” Chuck said, reaching an arm out for them. “Let’s go show you before little one nods off.” Arni slipped under his arm, and the three of them headed back into the ship, followed by Lu, Anj, Helly, and Endi. 

Chuckles felt Nita stiffen when she figured out where they were going. 

“That place is scary, Chuckles,” she murmured. 

“It’s not as scary anymore,” he replied, keying the unlock code to the door. “Chased out all the ghosts with Anj.” 

“You promise?”

He offered her his pinky, and she took it, interlocking it with hers. Chuckles set her on the floor, and he could see her steeling herself as the door hissed open. He nudged her inside, pulling Arni in behind them before slapping on the lights. 

All of Nita and Arni’s nerves evaporated, immediately replaced with wonder as the glass decorations glinted in the light cast by the strings that were woven back and forth over the ceiling of the hold. Nita ran to the edge of the railing, looking down into the new bedroom. Two bed were pushed against the opposite walls with their own sets of sheets and pillows. The middle had a large rug, already covered with the gifts Nita had received at her party. Lu and Helly had quietly whisked them away and set them up while Nita was distracted. 

It was apparent which side was meant for which youngling. One had a small desk with Arni’s colored pencils, journals, and datapad neatly placed on its surface. On the shelves above their bed sat several specimens Helly had donated after noting Arni’s interest in them. The stone Endi had given them was placed on the nightstand next to the bed. Nita’s side was decorated with flowers and stars that hung over her bed in an array. A small cupboard that Lu had built sat against the wall, the inside stocked with some of her favorite snacks. Her trooper doll laid against the pillow. Lu had also built matching sets of drawers, which contained the sets of clothing that they’d accrued during their time together. Chuckles had worried that the large space would seem sparse, but the sheer joy on the two younglings’ faces put his face at ease. He owed more favors than he could count and would be paying Grinz back through odd jobs for a while, but it was all worth it. 

“Is… is this ours?” Arni asked hesitantly. 

“All yours,” Chuckles confirmed. “Room for you two to grow into. And no one will be elbowing anyone else or leaving crumbs in the other’s sleeping space.” 

Arni’s arms were around him in an instant, their face buried in his chest as they hugged him hard. Nita wrapped herself around his right leg, stepping on his toes in the process, but he couldn’t be bothered to care as he hugged them both back. 

“Anj, Helly, Lu, and Endi all helped with this. Grinz too,” he said. “Couldn’t have done it without them.” 

The two younglings immediately flew to the other adults, thanking them and hugging them. Chuckles watched Arni and noted they were a little stiff when they hugged Endi. 

Probably just because they caught us earlier. Maybe telling them both will ease that tension so Arni doesn’t feel like they need to keep it a secret.

“Well, let’s not all stand here gawking. Let’s go get your stuff out of the old bed so you can put it in your new room!” Anj crowed, and the two younglings were off like a shot, squealing as they raced back down the hallway. 

They spent the next hour moving the children into their new room, Anj and Lu helping while Helly and Endi put things away and Chuck showed them all the new items with pride. The adrenaline was short-lived for Nita, and Chuck could see her eyeing her new bed. The other adults took their cue, bidding the kids one last good night before filing out. Chuckles caught Endi’s eye from across the room, and she nodded, giving him a wink. 

Now’s as good a time as any I suppose.

Chuckles waited until it was just him, Endi, and the younglings. He could see Arni glance between the two of them nervously. Nita was too busy cataloging her snacks to notice anything out of the ordinary. 

Chuckles cleared his throat. 

“I… I’ve got something I’d like to tell the two of you, if that’s alright.”

Nita turned to look at him, her hand already in a bag of Cinnamon Poppers. Arni straightened.

“I know at least one of you has already pieced this together, but I wanted to be upfront about it. Now that it… well, it seems to be going well.” He was suddenly nervous, and Endi came to his side. Her presence calmed him, and he felt her hand on his back again. He wet his lips and continued. “You two are my family, and it’s important to me that we’re honest with each other about things, so I want you to know if there’s another person that’s important to me.” He let his hand slide down and find Endi’s as he turned to meet her gaze. “And in the last few months, Teacher Endi has become pretty important to me. We’ve been spending some time together, and I’d like to spend more with her around the two of you. If that’s alright.” 

Nita’s eyes were wide as she chewed her snacks. Arni was still watching the two of them carefully. 

“Are you in love?” Nita finally asked. 

Chuck’s face felt hot as he fumbled for words. “I… we… well…”

“Your father and I are still figuring out how we feel about one another,” Endi cut in. “It’s still early, but we care very much for one another. I like him quite a bit.” 

Chuckles shot her a grateful look, and she winked at him, squeezing his hand gently in reassurance.

He turned to face the younglings, his family. His palms were sweating. “So?”

Nita stared for a moment before breaking into a fit of excited giggles. She ran forward, hugging Endi tightly around the waist. Endi didn’t hesitate for a moment, hugging her back. Chuck turned to Arni. When they saw him looking at them, they hurriedly stepped forward and hugged Endi as well, just as stiffly as earlier. Chuckles’s brow furrowed in concern. 

If Endi noticed, she didn’t say anything. As the younglings shuffled off to get ready for bed, she turned to Chuckles. 

“Thank you for a lovely time. And for this.” 

“You’re not staying?”

She smiled, resting her hand against his cheek. “You’ve just dropped a lot on them. I think seeing me at breakfast would be rather jarring, don’t you?” 

He huffed, resting his forehead against hers. 

“You’re pretty smart, you know that?”

“It’s a requirement for the job,” she teased. Standing on her tiptoes, she kissed his cheek. “Good night, Chuckles.”

“Good night, Endoline.” 

The two younglings returned as Endi slipped out the door, and Chuckles tucked them both in. Nita was asleep before her head could even warm the pillow, her trooper doll tucked under one arm. Chuckles waited until she was snoring to sit next to Arni on their bed. They had their light still on, their latest sketchbook balanced on their knees. As Chuckles sat down beside them, he caught a glimpse of Anj’s sharp teeth and Helly’s bright eyes, easily recognizable as Arni depicted them, carefully shading each of Anj’s tendrils. 

“That from today?” 

They nodded. “They seemed really happy. Like you and Endi.” 

Chuckles scooted closer until their shoulders were touching. “I think they are. But that’s still a secret.” 

Arni nodded again but didn’t say anything. Chuckles felt himself grow nervous again. “Are… are you happy about this kid? You seem like something’s on your mind.” 

Their pencil paused on the page, and he could practically hear the gears turning in their head. “It was just… I didn’t expect it, I guess. And I don’t think I ever considered what it would be like if you had someone. Not th-that you can’t. I want you to be happy. I just never thought about what it would feel like.”

“How does it feel?”

They finally looked up at him. “Just… different. Something to get used to.” 

There was something that they weren’t saying. Chuckles wasn’t sure if they just couldn’t articulate it correctly or if they didn’t want to, but either way, he knew better than to push. Arni would come around in time if they felt it was important enough to share. His heart fell slightly, his worries not really assuaged. 

Endi was right to go home. The kid needs some time to adjust. Maybe we all do.

“Are you happy?” 

Arni’s question surprised him, and when he looked at them again, their brown eyes were wide, expectant, watching him carefully. 

“I am,” he replied. “And not just because of Endi. But she is a factor in that.” 

Arni nodded, clearly turning the information over in their mind before reaching a conclusion.“Then I’m happy for you, Chuckles. You deserve to be happy.”

“Are you happy, Arni?”

They gave him a small smile. “Of course.” 

The way they said it, as if it were a given, unsettled Chuckles slightly. It felt like they were satisfying an expectation rather than being honest, but the young Twi’lek had already turned back to their sketchbook, their pencil scraping across the drawing once more, clearly considering the matter settled. 

The won’t want you to push. Something to keep an eye on. Another conversation for a different time.

Chuckles ruffled their lekku before pulling them into a hug. “G’night, kid. Don’t stay up too late.” 

“Night,” they replied. 

Chuckles shuffled up the stairs and to the bunk, unwrapping the light blue set of sheets. As he shook them out, he was immediately inundated with the familiar, gentle scent of vanilla and perfume. Bringing the sheets to his nose, he inhaled deeply, grinning into the fabric. 

They smelled like her. 

A scrap of flimsi fluttered to the floor from where it had been tucked into the folded sheet. He picked it up, his smile widening as he read the words. 

When they stop smelling like me, let me know. I’ll come over and renew it so you don’t miss me. 

- Endi

—-

The one year anniversary of the Republic’s fall, or Empire Day as it was apparently being called, approached faster than Chuckles could have anticipated. As predicted, the galaxy was preparing celebrations to mark the day. Many of the miners and their families were planning to head into the nearby capital city to observe the celebrations. Endi had tried to get Chuckles to go, thinking that the ceremonies and parades would give the children better memories, but when he’d still declined, she’d been understanding. He’d pushed her to go on her own, not wanting to weigh her down or make her feel like she had to stay behind because of him, and he was relieved when she finally relented. 

“Just don’t let any of your other suitors charm you while you’re up there,” he teased in bed one night as they lay snuggled together. It was the third time she’d slept on the Starlight and the first night they’d had the ship to themselves, Arni and Nita being out stargazing and camping with one of their classmate’s family. Chuckles and Endi had taken full advantage of the quiet, and now lay curled around one another as the sheets stuck to their sweaty skin. 

Endi pushed her curls out of her eyes to poke him in the ribs. “How many times do I have to assure you that you’re the only one I’m interested in?” she teased. 

“Yeah, but I’m also the one being the downer about the celebration.”

“I told you already; I understand. Take care of Arni and Nita. We’ll have time when I get back.”

His chest had bloomed with warmth before he’d rolled Endi underneath him and taken her again. 

How did I get so lucky?

He prayed to whatever deities were listening that luck would be on his side again today, the one year anniversary of his world and Arni and Nita’s being turned on its head. Chuckles was terrified of saying the wrong thing, of mentioning something that would rip old wounds open. The kids hadn’t said anything to him, but he had noted a slight stoop to Arni’s shoulders, as if the weight of the day had slowly grown as it approached. Nita still bubbled about, but there was something that seemed forced about it, as if keeping a smile on her face would keep everything else she was feeling at bay.

It would clearly be impossible to just pretend it was a normal day. The town was mostly empty, school canceled in observance of the “holiday”. Most of their friends had disappeared with their parents to the city to watch the parades. The mine was closed as well, and most of the miners had left to join the celebrations as well. 

The kids woke, ate breakfast, and then went outside to play. Chuck felt as though he was going through the motions, showering, making caf, and settling into the seat to watch the kids out of the front viewport. 

I can’t believe it’s been a year.

The younglings both looked as though they were putting up a good front for one another, but after all of their time together, Chuckles could easily see the weight on their shoulders. Nita’s smiles were half-hearted at best, and Arni seemed so weighed down, it looked like they might topple over at any moment. He thought about what Endi had said about how to frame the events surrounding that day. It wasn’t a bad idea, but he felt that he should save it for if things got dire, the eject handle if emotions ran high. He wasn’t certain how the two younglings marked the anniversary in their minds. He’d tried to remember how he’d thought of major changes as a cadet, but everything had been a milestone, another step towards becoming a soldier. Life on Kamino had been controlled, no days truly unpredictable.

Well, at least until a Jedi had shown up looking like a drowned tooka in his soaked robes and sopping hair, asking questions that had sent rumors rippling through the ranks. 

But even then, it was noteworthy because of its strangeness, not due to anything traumatic. All of that would come during the war, but when the fighting started, every moment of note felt like one of grief. 

Except for TP winning that homebrew contest in the barracks. Except for that time Crater told me he considered me his second in command. Except for when Howzer got promoted. 

Except for when Brienna kissed me for the first time in the cockpit of my Headhunter. 

He huffed into his caf. 

More than enough bad, but plenty of good sprinkled in too. 

He realized that was what had kept him going, the little bits of good in all of the bad. And he knew then that the conversation with Arni and Nita couldn’t wait. 

That day was simultaneously terrible and great because I found them. And I need them to focus on the good rather than wallowing in the bad memories and letting them weight them down. We can grieve, but I also don’t want them to get stuck in it. 

Like I did after I lost Crater and most of my squad. 

Tipping the last dregs of his caf into his mouth, he went to place the empty cup in the kitchenette. When he turned, he found the two younglings trudging inside. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Too cold,” Nita muttered. Arni was silent, clutching their journal. 

“Alright, family meeting,” Chuckles declared, sitting at the small table. The two younglings stared at him for a moment before shuffling onto the bench across from him. Brown and golden eyes watched him expectantly. He could see the sadness there, and it made his heart clench and strengthened his determination to take some of their weight.

“I figure let’s talk about the bantha in the room. We’re all thinking it. And I don’t want us moping around all day because of it. Today’s hard.” 

He internally cringed, feeling like he was a captain giving a pep talk to his ranks. That wasn’t how he wanted to do this. Leaning forward, he reached his hands across the table, palms up. It took a moment, but Nita and Arni both reached out and gripped his hands. 

“It’s hard, remembering what happened to us a year ago. It was awful, and every day I wish I could take that burden from you two. But I want you to know that I’m also grateful for some things that happened that day.”

“Like what?” Nita asked.

“Well, I’m glad Arni didn’t stab me with their lightsaber,” he started, and a hint of a smile tugged at the young Twi’lek’s lips. “I’m glad you both trusted me enough to come with me. I’m glad my chip didn’t activate and I was able to get the two of you out.” He squeezed their hands. “But above all, I’m grateful that I survived long enough to find the two of you. That we became a family. That we chose a name and have survived together. We’ve made a life for ourselves.” His voice cracked unexpectedly. “I had a family, but I always wondered what it would look like after the war, if all of my brothers would go their separate ways and I’d be left alone. I’m glad I’m not. I’m glad I have the two of you.” 

Nita sniffled, hopping off the bench and coming around to climb into Chuckles’s lap and throw her arms around his neck. 

“There was so much scary stuff that day. And I’m glad you found us too. And that Arni didn’t kill you.” 

Chuckles looked over the top of Nita’s head at Arni. They had tears running down their cheeks. 

“Hey,” he said softly. “It’s ok to feel sad. Or angry.”

“It’s just… how can they celebrate?” Arni whispered. It was the angriest he’d ever heard them. “Our friends were killed. For nothing. The Empire is tearing down everything the Republic built. How can we celebrate that?”

“Come here, kid,” Chuckles said quietly, scooting to the end of the bench. Arni came around the table, close enough to where Chuckles could awkwardly get an arm around them as well. He touched his forehead to theirs and then Nita’s. “There’s a lot of bad, but I want today to be a day for us. So, we’re not celebrating the Empire, we’re celebrating the day we became a family. I think that’s worth commemorating. What do you think?” 

Arni wrapped their arms around his chest, resting their head on his shoulder. “I think I’d like that.” 

“How do we do that?” Nita asked. 

“Well, we play games together. We eat good snacks. We talk about the good things that have happened as a family. Our favorite memories. And, if you feel like it, we talk about your friends and my brothers and keep their memories alive. Can we do that?” 

“I’d like that,” Arni said, wiping at their cheeks. 

“I’LL GET THE SNACKS!” Nita yelled, squirming out of Chuckles’s grip and sprinting off to retrieve her bags from her stash in their bedroom.

Arni leaned against Chuckles’s arm. “I’m glad you’re our family. I know people call you our dad, but how do you feel about that?”

Chuckles thought about it for a moment. It was something he’d been kicking around in his mind a lot as well. “I think that whatever feels right to you is what we can use. Whatever happens, you’re my kids, even if we don’t share any DNA. And that doesn’t have to be in a fatherly way if you don’t want it to be. I can be a weird uncle or just the guy that’s the oldest here. Whatever feels right.” 

Arni nodded. “I don’t remember what it was like to have parents, not really. I came to the temple when I was really little.” They chewed their lip. “I don’t know if I’ll ever call you ‘dad’, but I think you do feel like one, if that makes sense.” 

Chuckles smiled. “That works for me.”

Nita returned, tossing about five bags and boxes of snacks on the table. 

“Ok, so what’s your favorite memory?” she demanded, scooting back onto the bench and reaching for the Spice Snappers. 

Chuckles glanced at Arni, who thought for a second before breaking into a wide grin. “I’ve got a few, but one of them has to be when Nita beat you at hide and seek.”

The memory made Chuckles laugh out loud. When they’d been flying to Lothal, Nita had gotten bored and demanded they play hide and seek in the Starlight. Chuckles had felt confident, knowing there were only about three places in the ship that she could hide on her own. 

Apparently, she’d found a fourth. In the ceiling panels. 

Chuckles had been frantic, knowing there was no way she could have disappeared off a starship mid-hyperspace, and yet, she was nowhere to be found. He’d grabbed Arni by the shoulders, trying not to let his fear force him into yelling. 

“Ok, so, there are only a handful of places she could be on this ship, and she’s in none of them. I know you know where she is. You have GOT TO TELL ME WHERE SHE IS, ARNI.”

A giggle had erupted from the ceiling, and Chuckles’s eyes had snapped up to a grate where two golden eyes were peering down at him. 

“Kriff.”

“That’s a bad word,” she’d giggled. By the time they fished her out of the duct, she was covered in dust and cobwebs, but triumphant, declaring herself the galaxy’s greatest hider. 

Chuck didn’t disagree. 

That seemed so long ago, but Arni’s guffaws still rang fresh in his ears. Now, they were smiling and suppressing more giggles as they did an imitation of him. 

“You have GOT TO TELL ME WHERE SHE IS, ARNI,” they mocked playfully.

“That’s a good memory,” Chuckles agreed. “But I don’t sound like that.”

“Yes you do,” Nita argued. 

“Agree to disagree. Ok, what’s yours Nita?”

She pondered for a moment. “Swimming with you. And finding my crystal. I was glad you all were there. It made it feel more special.” She popped a snack into her mouth, which crunched loudly. “What about you?” 

Chuckles smiled. “I’ve got a few. Picking a name. Seeing you guys have your birthdays and get older. The looks on your faces when you saw your new room. Watching you run after that tooka the first day we were here.” He paused, realizing he’d cataloged more memories than he initially thought. 

Because they all feel special. 

Because they’re your kids and you love them.

His throat felt tight suddenly, and he reached into the Spice Snapper bag, popping one into his mouth. Nita was gleeful, Arni looked concerned. Chuck felt the heat overwhelm him and let the tears that were already there leak out of his eyes. 

“Woooo. Still hot. Thought I might have a tolerance for those.” 

“Maybe if you eat more,” Nita offered. 

Chuckles coughed hard, fanning his face. “Yeah. Maybe.” 

—

After Empire Day, it felt as if things settled even more for Chuckles. Sure, Endi was a new component of his life that he was sharing with the kids, but they adapted quickly. Arni still seemed stiff around her, but they were polite and engaging, and he appreciated that. He still hoped that they’d come around, but he wasn’t going to push them. 

It took them time to come around to you. They deserve that time to adjust to having her around.

The air chilled as the days shortened, and the weeks moved along at a steady pace, every day predictable to the point where any deviations from what was expected were noticeable, no matter how small. So when Chuckles arrived at the mine one afternoon, it was immediately apparent to him that someone was missing from their crew. 

“Where’s Lu?”

In all the time Chuckles had worked at the mine, he’d never known the Nikto to be so much as a minute late. Having him be completely absent was nearly unthinkable.

Helly fidgeted nervously at her locker, as Anj replied stiffly. “Took today off. He’s uh… having some family issues.” 

Chuckles nodded, pulling his gloves on. “That sounds…not good.”

Anj shrugged, but he could see the tension in her spine and an exhausted slump in her shoulders. It looked as though she hadn’t really slept. “Just needs some time to address it. Told him to take as long as he needs,” she said quietly. Finishing strapping the sensor on her ankle, she straightened, brushing off her coveralls and reaching into her locker for her tendril wrap, clearly considering the matter settled. 

She seemed off. Helly seemed worried. Something was bothering them, and Chuckles couldn’t tell if he was just looking for problems or if there actually was one. In the weeks since Empire Day, things had chugged on quietly. Too quietly. 

You’re just trying to find problems when there are none. You need to relax. The war is over, he tried to tell himself. But he still couldn’t fight that nagging feeling that something more was going on today. 

The lift appeared inside the gate at the far end of the tunnel with a metallic shriek that made Chuckles wince slightly, the doors grinding open to release the previous shift. Chuckles spotted Teef among them, making notes on his datapad and chuckling at something the man next to him was saying. They stopped by the lockers, some chatting with Anj or Helly before moving on. Chuckles nodded at a few of them as they went by. He’d come to know some of the other miners in these brief interactions where they passed each other, but most days, they never had time for more than a quick exchange before he headed down and they headed home. 

Anj slammed her locker shut, jogging to catch up with Teef to chat with him about something just as a heavy hand landed on Chuck’s shoulder. “Made sure to save the hard work for you,” a gruff voice snickered. Chuckles turned and grinned at the Devaronian that had appeared. 

“Sounds like Teef is paying you too much, Gornar,” he replied with a grin.

The Devaronian tipped his head back and cackled loudly. “I’m sure he’d agree with you.” He squeezed Chuck’s shoulder. “Been a while since we’ve crossed paths. Kids good? The little one like her party?”

“She loved it, but not as much as the new room she got out of it. Both of them have spent every spare second down there decorating it with whatever they can find. Arni’s going to have one of every specimen down there before the year is out.” 

Gornar chuckled. “I’m glad.” He leaned closer, glancing around before speaking quietly. “You’ve got some Imp inspectors down there today.”

“Inspectors? Didn’t think we were due for them for a while,” Chuckles noted with a raised eyebrow.

“We aren’t, but they’re here regardless. They don’t seem to be ones for humor either, so I’d stow the jokes and just keep your head down today.”

Chuckles feined offense. “Me? Joke? At work? Never.” 

Gornar’s smile faded, his expression growing more stoic. “I’m serious, Chuck. Not sure what’s afoot, but they took a lot of notes in their little datapads. Just don’t get yourself on anyone’s shit list if you can help it.”

“No promises,” Chuckles grinned. “But thanks for the heads up. I shall endeavor to behave.”

The Devaronian appeared to find that acceptable, grinning with sharp teeth. “Good man. I’ve got to get going. Promised Zeex I’d cook tonight. Stay safe down there today.” 

“Always,” Chuckles grinned, watching as the Devaronian jogged off, catching up with the rest of his crew as they made their way out of the shaft. Turning back to his locker, he reached for his helmet. 

“Is… isn’t that Lu?” Helly said quietly from next to him. 

Chuckles leaned out, and sure enough, he saw the Nikto walking towards them. 

“It is.”

Lu had his head down, not meeting anyone’s gaze, but his pace was hurried. He wore a heavy coat that reached to his ankles, one Chuckles hadn’t seen before. It struck him as slightly odd since the week had been uncharacteristically warm.

“Thought you weren’t gonna join us today!” Chuckles called, thinking of Anj’s words and trying to make it sound light. Lu slowed, finally raising his head to meet Chuck’s gaze.

“Felt like I should be here,” he said evenly.

Chuckles stepped closer. “Anj said you’ve got some family stuff you’re dealing with. If you need to take time, we can handle it.” He rested his hand on Lu’s shoulder, and the Nikto flinched away. 

Anj had paused her conversation with Teef and was looking over at them with a concerned expression. 

“Lu?” she asked, her confusion evident.

Lu glanced at her but did nothing else to acknowledge her remark. 

“I needed to be here,” he repeated quietly. 

Chuckles nodded. “If work’ll help, I get that.” He knew as well as anyone that sometimes throwing yourself back into a task could help distract from worries or grief. “Glad to have you, then.” 

Lu met his gaze again, and his eyes were sad, but something else was lurking in them that sent a shiver down Chuck’s spine. “You’re a lot of the good in the galaxy, Chuckles. You take care of people, even if you owe them nothin’. That’s hard to find nowadays.” His voice was odd, but Chuckles couldn’t pinpoint why. Lu reached out and patted him on the chest just above his breast pocket. It was strange, but everything about this encounter was, and Chuckles had no idea how to react.

“And Hells,” the Nikto continued, turning to the Rodian standing next to them,“if I could bottle your exuberance, I would. Don’t ever lose that, you know?” 

Helly stared at him for a moment before nodding. “I won’t. Are you sure you’re alright, Lu?” 

“Good. That’s good,” he replied, ignoring her question. Seemingly satisfied with the exchange, he dipped his head. “I’ll be seeing you.”

With that, he turned and strode off directly towards the lift, his pace somehow faster now, more determined. Chuckles watched him warily. There was something about his tone of voice that was irregular for the Nikto, yet oddly familiar, something that caused the hairs on the back Chuck’s neck to stand straight up. 

“Wait, Lu! You need your helmet at least!” Helly called after him.

Lu ignored her, continuing past the checkpoint and striding towards the lift. It was then that Chuck realized what was familiar about the tone of his voice. 

It was the resignation, the consignment to defeat, the finality. He’d heard it in Crater’s voice, just before he’d ordered him to run, knowing the fight was lost, knowing it was the end. 

Knowing he was about to die. 

He whipped his head around to look at Anj. Teef was leaving the shaft, and the Nautolan was making her way towards him with long, quick strides. Her dark eyes were focused on Lu’s back, confusion and concern clear in them.

“Anj?” Chuckles’s voice sounded small. He wanted to be wrong, but when he looked at Anj, he could see she was scared. Something had shaken her. Knowing everything he did about Anj, everything she'd survived, the understanding that she was rattled sent a cold spike of fear shooting through him. 

Something was very wrong. 

A flash of understanding dawned on Anj’s features. Her dark eyes widened in horror. 

“Oh, kriff,” she breathed, breaking into a sprint. 

“What’s going on?” Helly asked. 

Lu turned to face them, and Chuckles’s heart pounded in his ears as the Nikto pulled back his long, heavy coat, revealing a glittering array of thermal detonators strapped to his chest. His expression was sad, but determined as he raised a detonator in his hand, his thumb poised on the trigger.

“ANJ! STOP!” Chuckles screamed. He lunged towards her, just managing to grab her by her arm as she passed him and wrenching her back towards him. “FUCK! LU! NO!” Anj shouted, her voice breaking as she struggled in Chuckles’s grip, still trying to get to her friend. Chuck managed to keep his hold on her and tackle Helly to the ground, doing his best to shield them both underneath his body as the mine erupted in a roar of flames and smoke.

A/N: Sorry. You all called it that I'd let things be chill for too long. Also, TP (aka Two-Pint) is one of @teletraan-meets-jarvis's OCs, which you can learn more about in her fic "Pieces."

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[brongusthearcanist]

Alexa would be so much less insufferable if she were allowed to be a raging cunt instead of the stupendous cunt that she is

[trips2saturn]

anyway, i hope you guys are doing amazing splendid awesome great stupendous and just all of the above. i’m currently in my super sexy hot cunt autumn girl era so that’s a quick update on my life 💪🏼😁🍁🤍🍂

[writteninkat]

*Kicks the door down* MIDORIYA HAVING HIS FIRST TIME WITH YOU ON HIS BIRTHDAY!

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Ah, yes. The way he sloppily prepares you with his fingers as they make squelching noises. They're slippery, easily entering and exiting your cunt. It's not secret that he's never done this before; he doesn't make an effort to look for your g-spot and his face shows he's unsure whether he should stop or not.

You chuckle breathlessly at your boyfriend, unlike him you have some experience and know a thing or two about sex.

"Do you–are you feeling good, my love?" He sounds so anxious and unsure that your heart clenches at it. All you want to do is guarantee him that his fingers feel amazing, and you're doubtful if this is his first time given that he's so good at it. And that's exactly what you do.

You blow raspberries onto his cheeks and press soft kisses all over his face, both of your breathing uneven as your body temperatures rise. "Put–put on the condom now, love."

He does as told, like a lovesick puppy or a loyal devotee who'll do anything and everything you want, who's at your beck and call.

Izuku takes the foil wrapper, trying to rip it open with his slippery fingers and it doesn't help how they shake in his anxiety. You take the wrapper from him, biting the corner, ripping it open successfully. "How about I take the lead? You'll have more time and chances to practice on me."

Red spills over his cheeks and ears at your choice of words but he nods feebly at your suggestion. You roll the rubber on his member, pushing him off of you as you invert your positions; now that you're on top of him, you get free reign to do what you want.

"Happy birthday, love." You smile, biting onto your lip before sitting on his member. Izuku's moans quickly fill the room at the feeling of your warmth around him. It's different than when he uses his hands, it's way different. And it's nothing like how Kaminari or Sero explain it.

Being inside you feels mind blowing, he feels his muscles relaxing and melting into putty. You feel tight around him, you feel so good, so staggering, so hot, so stupendous.

When you start rocking your hips, he almost cries at how amazing it feels—the way your insides rub up against him. If it feels this good with the rubber, what more without?

Izuku's view of you from below feels like sitting on the perfect seat in the theater. He has full view of your lewd expressions, the way your tits bounced up and down everytime you rocked your hips and where the both of you are connected. He loves you so damn much he wants to be connected with you everytime.

The coil in his stomach alerts him that he's close, but his brain couldn't form coherent sentences. Not when you're looking down on him as you ride him ever so graciously. So he digs his fingertips on your thighs just in time as he unloads inside the condom, inside you. The feeling of his warm seed in your cervix has your toes curling and eyes rolling back, your walls fluttering around him.

As your highs slowly disappear and your breathings are ragged, you lift yourself lazily off of him, allowing him to pull out. You lay on the space beside him, "What do you think? Was it to your liking?" You chuckle, turning to face him.

He looks back at you with dark eyes filled with lust and want, "Again."

[vintagestagehotties]

Hot Vintage Stage Actress Round 2

Ethel Merman: Reno Sweeney in Anything Goes (1934 Broadway); Annie Oakley in Annie Get Your Gun (1946 Broadway); Mrs Sally Adams in Call Me Madam (1951 Broadway); Liz Livingstone in Happy Hunting (1957 Broadway); Rose Hovick in Gypsy (1960 Broadway)

Thelma Ritter: Miss Batterson in The Shelf (1926 Broadway); Sally Stewart in In Times Square (1931 Broadway); Marthy in New Girl in Town (1957 Broadway); Shirley Amber in UTBU (1966 Broadway)

Propaganda under the cut

Ethel Merman:

YOU EITHER GOT IT, OR YOU AIN'T. AND BOYS, SHE'S GOT IT.

She is THE star!

She doesn’t even need propaganda so here’s a story copied from wikipedia about an absolutely iconic comeback she had to her fourth husband, the big dick energy is off the charts: An oft recounted story from their short marriage demonstrated the volatility of their relationship. When Borgnine asked Merman how her audition had gone, she replied: "Well, they were mad about my 35-year-old body, my 35-year-old voice, and my 35-year-old face." "Is that so?" Borgnine responded. "And what did they think of your 65-year-old cunt?" Without missing a beat, Merman retorted: "You weren’t mentioned once."

I know this song is having a moment on TikTok with a different singer, but considering she's been bumped from the film bracket and really is better known for her theatre work, it IS her turn!

From a movie role but shows the kind of presence she could have in stage settings!

All of these examples -- which are only a small selection of the shows she opened -- were written for her; she was that essential to the Golden Age of musical theater. Titanic, stupendous, blow the roof off, staggering. For his 12th birthday, my dad's parents got him tickets to Gypsy; fourth row, dead center, he said seeing Ethel was the most exciting moment of his life.

Thelma Ritter:

Bold, brassy, a killer Brooklyn accent, Thelma Ritter took no shit and audiences adored her for it. In whatever she appears in, her character ALWAYS knows best, and she is an undoubted scene stealer. Her dick is larger than any other woman in the 20th century, and I will love her forever for that!!

[johannestevans]

Update 13/07/2022

Goooooood evening!

A quiet enough one this week - it's extremely warm at the moment in Northern England, which is where I am, and I hope everyone's staying safe, hydrated, and as cool as possible! For media recs:

The Boys - This is a superhero parody created by Eric Kripke, who was responsible for the early seasons of Supernatural. It's been nearly like twenty years since then, and he has learned some lessons but not others - nonetheless, I'd still recommend it on a lot of fronts. They do a lot of parody of Disney and other hypercommercialised media properties, especially around commercial hypocrisy and shrewd marketing around queer identity, and honestly like... It's extremely satisfying to watch satire as blunt as this is, because it really is just saying it out loud, and a lot of the time people refuse to say it out loud. It's a very gross show, there's a lot of violence and nastiness and it's extremely OTT and explosive on every front, but I'm really appreciating that aspect.

Westworld - I've only watched S1 of this, so can't recommend the whole series just yet, but S1 is a fucking triumph. Just really good characterisation, an honestly rocking script with so many layers of meaning and implication, some tremendous editing and sequencing, such a strong fucking narrative thread, and the music! The music is so goddamn good, really strategically used - even if I don't care for the other seasons, s1 is such a triumph of television that I'm recommending it now in all entirety.

DefunctLand: The Bizarre Garfield Dark Ride - I like a lot of the Defunctland videos but I really dug this one, extremely weird ride, surprisingly horny, surprisingly gay!

Also, we've just started watching P-Valley (we've only just finished e2, but the quality of e2 compared to e1 is extremely promising) and also of course I'm extremely hype for it being new What We Do In The Shadows time! Woo hoo! Rooting so much for canon Nandermo this season.

New Works Published

Erotic short: Prophet's Cry

A department manager elects to give one of his juniors an attitude adjustment.

Cis M/M, rated E, 4.2k. A stressed and angry middle manager gets fucked over his desk by the boss, an unbearably posh cunt with an equally unbearable and stupendously big cock. Size difference and size kink, safe sex, infidelity, bruising, possessive behaviour, dirty talk, sex at work, boss/employee sex, office politics.

On Medium / / On Patreon

Erotic Short: The Man On The Hill

A young man drowns in shadow.

Trans M/amorphous man made of shadows. 900w, rated E. Vaginal and anal sex, oral, spitroasting, overstimulation, sex outdoors.

On Medium / / On Patreon

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Daddy!Steve NSFW ABCs 🌶

AHHHHH it is here! Well…it is here but it is in pieces, haha. I’ve decided to do little installments because I was getting carried away. This post is I, J, K, and L! It includes Twink!Bucky as well because it was inevitable. Please please enjoy and please please litter my inbox and notifications with love if you think I am worthy of it. ILY. 

Parts A, B, C, and D

Parts E, F, G, and H

Intimacy

There are many words that Bucky would use to describe Steve Rogers: daring, confident, intelligent, devoted, caring. Out of all of those words Bucky would shove them aside and choose intense. Steve Rogers is one of, if not the, most intense men he has ever met. No one is as driven as Steve Rogers. When he puts his mind to something there is nothing that can get in his way that is a true obstacle. Steve would sacrifice himself and his health, mentally and physically, to accomplish a task. He can walk into a room and immediately demand attention from all occupants. People want to know him but are intimidated to approach him.

Steve Rogers is intense.

Steve Rogers is arguably even more intense in the bedroom.

When Bucky gets fucked by Steve, he feels like his soul is being turned inside out, punched out in the hysterical noises he makes, like he’s a different person on the other side of his time in bed with Daddy. He cried the first time he and Steve had sex, hadn’t even realized he had started crying until he heaved in a sob of a gasp and Steve was kissing at his cheeks, continuing to fuck him through it. A quick fuck, a marathon of sex, in the bedroom, in a car—no matter what it is or where it always feels like they’re making love.

Steve is attentive, the most attentive lover Bucky has had or will ever have, knows Bucky like he’s been studying him his entire life. Steve loves making Bucky come, focuses on it intently, not stopping until the younger has come at least twice. He’s never had a partner that wasn’t focused on coming themselves, chasing that pleasure, but with Steve his only sole focus is Bucky and how he feels. The attention made Bucky uncomfortable at first, not something he was used to, coming to realize that Steve is right in pointing out Bucky had a growing praise kink.

Bucky knew Steve loved him before the older man even said the words, could feel it in his actions, in the way he wrung orgasm out of orgasm from Bucky. The way Steve looked into his eyes, forehead pressed into Bucky’s, trying to maintain eye contact while fighting to prevent his eyes from rolling back into his head. The way he held onto Bucky, gripped his thighs, his chin, his arm across his chest, cradled his head, whispered his encouragement into his ears, his skin. The way he cherished Bucky and eventually verbalized his love for Bucky made him feel like he was the most-loved person on the planet.

Even during their drunken romps or goofy foreplay or giggles, Steve is still intense but moreso in how hard he loves Bucky and how focused he is on making the younger feel as much pleasure as possible. Bucky is one lucky bastard.

Jack Off Steve is a simple man. He likes his coffee black, he likes his pies apple, and he likes to greet the day with an orgasm. He tends to rise early, around five in the morning, enjoys that because he has a slow and steady start to the day. Steve has always had a sex and he especially has one now that he has this sweet little thing to fall asleep next to at night and to wake up wrapped around in the mornings. That fact alone, high sex drive or not, would make anyone a morning person, would make any man as hard as a rock within seconds of waking up.

Within seconds of waking up Steve is pulling the younger man towards him, snuggling in and wrapping him up tight in his arms. Bucky rarely wakes fully, very much a night owl, sinks into sleep like a stone in water. Within about a minute of that, Steve has a raging erection, one he likes digging into the meat of Bucky’s plush ass, slow and leisurely. It’s at this point that Bucky rises, comes to join Steve in greeting the day, sometimes in full and sometimes still half asleep.

Steve likes to start the day with an orgasm but Steve likes to start the day with an orgasm brought to him by Bucky. The younger man knows this, knows Steve’s desires and routine well within a few months of seeing each other, is aware of what Steve wants when he wakes, when he feels that hot and heavy erection pressing into somewhere on his body. There are a variety of emotions that Bucky can feel, sometimes grumpy and sometimes wanting to get off himself, but the overarching feeling for him is the desire. Daddy wants him, wants him the moment he wakes up, and how can that not make him all flushed and happy?

Steve’s favorite is when Bucky is a little sleepy, not quite awake, but shit is he sweet. His cheeks are all flushed and he’s snuggly and wants kisses and coos, wants to do anything to make Daddy happy. He’ll yield to Steve beautifully, something so angelic about Bucky when Steve gets to see him wakeup and greet the day, whisper, “Daddy want my hand?” and Steve will rumble, kiss that spot behind his ear that makes Bucky shiver. “I’ll take whatever you wanna give me, sugar. Don’t have to do a thing,” is what Steve will respond with, pressing his erection into the cushion of Bucky’s ass, the curve of his hip, his belly.

Steve loves Bucky’s hands on him. He loves the way Bucky’s fingers resemble the rest of him, lithe and delicate, loves the way they look fit snug around Steve’s cock. At the beginning of their relationship Steve spent time teaching Bucky, showing him the way that he liked to be touched, what Steve craved to feel from the younger man. Now Bucky could work him over efficiently, Steve maybe being too good of a teacher or Bucky having been too good of a pupil.

Either way, it was a stupendous way to start the day. Sometimes it was sloppy and Steve would have to do most of the work, rutting into a somewhat loose fist, Bucky making soft pretty noises, halfway asleep. Other times Bucky was more alert, could work both hands and run his mouth at the same time, sweet sleepy words, Steve being the one that is less awake. “Mornin’, Daddy. This fat cock woke me up, couldn’t ignore it anymore, wanna make it come. Would you like that? Yeah? Come ‘ere, roll over. Wan’it on me, all of it, come on, Daddy—”

Heartrates are still low, soft gasps, sunlight filtering in through the dark curtains. Rolls in the sheets, lips pressed into skin yet not quite kisses, hums, encouragement. Sleepy smiles, low groans, slow builds. By the time Steve is spilling into Bucky’s hand it’s with a gentle moan of a sigh, a stutter of his hips, a press of his face into Bucky’s neck, shoulder, cheek. It’s intimate and domestic and Steve is one lucky bastard.

Kink 

Steve is kink. Lives and breathes it, continues to teach Bucky everything he knows, turned his world upside-fucking-down when they first met. There has been nothing that Bucky has brought up or asked questions about that Steve hasn’t confidently answered or taught him. Over time Bucky has learned which kinks are Steve’s favorites, which are reoccurring, the ones that make the older man hardest the fastest, aside from daddy kink. That one was a given, has been from Day One, being brought up during their first interaction.

Over time, Steve had explained to Bucky what it meant to him, more than just a name that frequented porn or Twitter. He explained that he loved the feeling of taking care of someone, of someone relying on him for a plethora of different things, of feeling needed on an almost necessary level. He loved the aspect of control he could have over someone, how hot that got him, how much he craved that. It made sense to Bucky, this dynamic and how it fit into their relationship, how it seemed to be built into Steve and who he was as a person.

Of all the other kinks there are three that Steve is more drawn to.

The first one is come play. There is nothing that makes Steve feel more like an animal, hotter in his gut, less in control, than Bucky and his come: Bucky wearing his come, Bucky swallowing his come, Bucky pushing his come out of his cunt. Marking Bucky with his come in whichever way he chooses is the ultimate sign of submission and it makes Steve’s gut clench, his head go fuzzy, his mouth drop open.

He can’t help but growl and groan when he watches Bucky look up at him as he swallows around Steve’s cock, fingers pumping tight over him, wringing him dry and taking every drop. He can’t help but hold Bucky close, lock eyes with steel blue ones, pump his hips a little frantically, when he comes inside of Bucky. The first time Bucky let him, had asked Steve to fuck him without a condom, the older man immediately grew hard, zoned out, grabbed for Bucky.

“You know what that does to me, sugar? Oh god, that you’re sweet enough to let Daddy mark you on the inside? Mmm, makes me hard as fuck, baby of course I’ll fuck you bareback…”  

There’s an added level of pride and satisfaction when he is reminded of the fact that he made Bucky into his own little comeslut, was the one who made this sweet kid desperate for come, made him love taking it any way he could get it. He loves how much Bucky has grown to love his come.

The second kink that is up there for Steve is humiliation, but he simply cannot help it when Bucky makes him want to be a bad man. The first time Steve saw Bucky blush just from a simple sweet name and a direct flirt, he knew he’d be in for a treat. A wink eventually escalated to a hand on the back of his neck which then escalated to a filthy kiss. The first time that Steve called Bucky a sweet boy and asked him if he was hard for Daddy, he swore Bucky was going to combust, his whines and sobs damn near hysterical.

There’s something about showing Bucky new things, new feelings, a different side to himself, that Steve takes great pride in but that normally comes with pushing Bucky, making him a little uncomfortable. Steve loves to see his sweet boy uncomfortable though, loves to hear those whines and whimpers, loves to watch him squirm, the way his neck flushes red. He loves whispering filth into Bucky’s ear and hearing him get flustered, hearing those little shocked and aroused noises, the “Ohh, Daddy,” he lets out in response.

Steve loves referring to Bucky’s cock as “small” and “little” even though it isn’t, adores making Bucky tell him how he feels and what he wants, gets wrapped up in his head when he starts to see the signs of Bucky floating. Steve’s favorite is when he refers to Bucky as “Princess”, asks him if his little pussy is all wet for Daddy, if he’s all ready for Daddy’s tongue, his mouth, his fingers, his cock. Bucky held back tears the first time he pushed that envelope, shot off like a rocket to Steve’s fingers alone and then twice more on his cock. Humiliation has been good to them both.

The last kink that Steve can’t help but include, one that surprised himself, is Bucky being bossy. The first time Bucky got angry angry, not just the huff and pout kind of angry, it had been some of the best sex of his life. Steve had to fight for Bucky, fight for his submission, bent him hard over the kitchen counter and fucked the sour mood right out of him. He loved a little angry fuck every once in a while but the more common occurrence of bossy Buck that Steve adores is when the younger knows exactly what he wants, when he wants it, and there’s no messing around.

Steve knows it’s coming before it happens because Bucky isn’t sweet. There aren’t giggles or batting eyelashes or sweet kisses. There are more pointed looks, more hands, more force and Steve thinks it is hot as fuck to see his sweet little Buck take what he wants from Daddy. Bucky can want a variety of different things from Steve all ranging from wanting to suck him off as soon as he walks in the door (barely a hello, a push against the door, hands at his belt, a graceful drop to his knees) all the way to shoving him back on the couch for a hard and quick fuck (already prepped, half naked, bouncing in his lap, telling Steve to touch him so he can come).

Steve loves that Bucky feels comfortable and confident enough to push Steve around a little, to get what he wants and not just what Daddy wants. Sometimes they need that change of pace, need that alternate power swap, it being healthy for the two of them.

Steve’s favorite is when Bucky is feeling very confident, when he wants to be the one to tease and be in control, wants to ride in Daddy’s lap and tell him what to do. Steve is weak for that.

“No, Daddy—watch, don’t touch. Are you watching? Look how hungry that little cunt is for your cock, fuck so good, you gimme just what I need, Daddy, so big. Gonna go slow so you can see my cunt eat you up, oh god, is it tight, Daddy? S’feel good? No, I’ll tell you when I’m done, not yet.”

Needless to say, Bucky using Steve, taking what he wants and being in charge, are some of the most memorable orgasms of Steve’s life.

Location

If there’s one room Steve finds himself getting the most handsy in it is surprisingly the kitchen. He loves cooking himself but loves watching Bucky move around the room confidently even more, providing for Steve in such a domestic way that makes his chest tighten. It doesn’t even need to be a fancy dinner or a large breakfast that Bucky is working on; it can be a snack or Bucky can be finishing homework at the island and Steve is grabbing at him, kissing at his neck, whispering in his ear.  

Bucky has come to know that the kitchen makes Steve hard, pokes fun at him, grows a little breathless and hard himself in almost a Pavlovic way. There have been countless times where Bucky is cooking, a blush growing on his cheeks as he works, comfy clothes on his lithe form, and he’ll look over at Steve and sigh.

“You’re gonna make dinner late, Steve,” he’ll say just in time for Steve to scoop him up and carry him to the bedroom or press him into the kitchen island. Steve will chuckle or hum in an acknowledgment, Bucky not surprised whatsoever, and he was indeed correct—they’d be eating dinner late.

Another honorable mention is the car, whether or not Steve is the one driving not mattering much. Steve has found Bucky pressed tight against his side and sucking on his earlobe in the back seat of a car more often than not. Something about the back and passenger seat of the car makes Bucky feel frisky and in return has made Steve to come and enjoy it as well. There’s nothing that quite matches Bucky all breathless and needy grinding in his lap in the backseat of a car or the younger’s alarmingly filthy mouth murmuring into his ear, hand at his growing erection, as he drives.

As much as Steve loves fucking on the couch (such an obvious spot when they’re cuddling and close, one thing naturally leading to the next) nothing can match the comfort and intimacy of their shared bed. It is so large and soft and comfortable and seeing Bucky spread out in it as Steve fucks into him—nothing can beat it. Steve can move Bucky around effortlessly, able to move from position to position like water, flowing from one to the other.

There are so many options in the bed whereas they are constrained when they are anywhere else: he can tie Bucky’s wrists to the headboard, he can bend him over the edge of it, can let Bucky’s head dangle over the side and fuck his mouth. He can fuck Bucky on his back with his thighs spread wide or his ankles crossed behind Steve’s neck. He can roll him to his front and fuck him diagonal across the mattress, press his body in tight to Bucky’s in a deliciously overwhelming way. The bed is closest to the bathroom and, just like the kitchen, Steve can’t help himself when he watches Bucky cross to the closet from the shower.

The bedroom is a classic for a reason and Steve isn’t about to mess with perfection.

Until next time...😘😘😘

[snixxem]

WHO: santana lopez &. @teecohenc​ WHEN: 10.28.19 WHERE: Tina’s apartment NOTES: going over a lot of things.

Santana was concerned about Tina. The unease spiked hours before she was to see her. That was becoming a habit, agonizing over events before they happened. A meeting, posting on social media, going to the grocery store, hanging out with one of her dearest friends. It transpired in knots in the pit of her stomach, or her teeth tossing her bottom lip between them. So much so, the turbulent pulling and nipping at her lip were causing them to get chapped. Speaking of - she dug in her purse for her chapstick. It wasn’t only needed, but an excuse to delay a bit longer as she stood outside of Tina’s door.

Santana didn’t quite get why she was delaying it, but suddenly everything spiraled at once. She felt antsy, and desperate to leave. Even annoyed, because she knew Tina would probably brush off her concerns with she was ‘fine’. It was an irrational spark of irritation she almost immediately rejected and replaced with guilt. Her friend needed her and she was ping-ponging between a stupendous urge to abandon their plans, or the need to charge into Tina’s apartment, and give her some unnecessary tough love. Instead Santana breathed like the exercises told her to on the internet when you’re having an anxiety attack - if that’s what had been happening lately. She wasn’t sure; the information was either too general, or too accurate so it was easily dismissed. But, she kept coming back to it because the tips seemed to work when the anxiety was potent, and spiraling.

As she got to one in her countdown, she began to knock. She can do this, she will do this, and she wouldn’t be a cunt about it.

“Hey babe,” she smiled, any traces of her previous state were swept away with the beaming grin she greeted Tina with.

[itsthejuggernautbitch]

"delete it. now." with Cable?

Will do! :D

Taglist: @this-that-and-every-thing-else  @ptite-shit  @lesbianyondu  @chromecutie  @gallifreyangrandtorino  @ra-ra-rasputiin  @akihecko

You’re hiding your phone behind your back, just beyond Cable’s reach. He’s reaching around, one side of you and then the next, trying to get it from you without being too grabby. You may or may not have taken a couple of pictures of Cable in a rather compromising position. Those pictures may or may not still be on your phone at the present time.

“Delete it. Now.”

His voice is gruff in your ear, demanding. It turns you on a little bit.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, grinning.

You can’t resist teasing him. He’s always so serious - it’s almost a shock anytime you hear him say something that isn’t gruff or sarcastic. You try to do everything you can to get him to lighten up a little bit: gentle pranks, lighthearted jokes, egging Wade on when he’s teasing Cable. It almost never works, but sometimes, rarely, it does. No, this situation isn’t working out the way you wanted it to, but it’s still working out just fine.

He’s chest-to-chest with you because he’s barely taller than you. “Yes, you do. Delete it.”

As much as you love teasing him, you like challenging him even more because you never know if he’ll back down or not. “Why don’t you make me, then?”

Cable stops and pulls back about half an inch, staring you straight in the eye. His face is barely more than six inches from yours - any closer and you could just reach up and kiss him. Wouldn’t that be fun? He looks like he’d be a good kisser, all quiet smolder and soft-looking lips. You’re close enough to him that you can smell whatever soap he used when he showered; it’s spicy and clean, masculine. Very Cable.

He doesn’t back down this time.

Cable crushes his lips to yours, a mess of teeth and tongue, and reaches up to tangle his fingers in your hair. Objectively, you know what he’s doing. He’s trying to get you to drop the phone, which you promptly do. Your brain short-circuits though because you honestly didn’t think he’d actually kiss you.

No reason to let him win, though. 

You want to see how long he’s willing to keep this up. You grab him with your now-empty hands and throw your arms around his neck, pressing your entire body flush against his. He stiffens against you, a little startled, but he recovers quickly. He backs you up against the wall, an oppressive pressure covering you and bearing down on you.

He slips his tongue between your teeth, and you find that you were absolutely right. His lips are soft against yours despite the fact that his kiss is incredibly thorough. You bite his lip with the intention of leaving enough of a mark to let everyone who looks at him know that someone marked him.

Never one to do things in half-measures, you slide your hands underneath the back of his shirt, trailing your fingers along the ridges of muscle that you find. He groans against your mouth and decides that he should probably return the favor. He slips one hand under the hem of your shirt, pushing it up until your stomach is exposed. And then he keeps going until he can do the same thing to your bra.

When he presses the pad of his thumb against your nipple, circling until your panting against him, you realize that this is more than just not backing down. He’s stopped kissing you. He’s looking you in the eye, waiting for you to tell him to stop or go; you know that whichever one you decide on, he’ll do with no questions asked.

You decide to show him your choice rather than tell him. It seems more effective that way.

Without breaking eye contact for even a second, you press the heel of your hand to the front of his pants, rubbing him in one smooth motion. He takes that as an indication that you don’t want him to stop what he’s doing. You definitely don’t want him to fucking stop.

His mouth is back on you in an instant, leaving a trail of burning kisses along your cheek and throat. He jerks your shirt up over your head and tosses it down on the floor with the very-much-forgotten phone. Your bra follows it promptly. 

You physically can’t stand to not have his skin against yours, so you pull his shirt off and run your hands up his chest. You’re fascinated by the ropes of metal crossing one shoulder; it’s cool to the touch and whirs gently when he moves, which you didn’t realize that you can hear.

His hands search for the hem of your pants, but yours beat him there. You drop everything, pants and all, take his hand, and guide him where he really, really needs to go. You’re absolutely dripping for him, aching for his touch; your spread your legs so that he can slip his fingers inside you with as little resistance as possible.

While Cable busies himself stretching you open, you go for his zipper. He’s hard, hot and heavy in your hand, leaking from the tip. You can’t take his fingers anymore; you’ve decided that you absolutely need him to fuck you. 

He doesn’t have to ask to know what you’re waiting for. He pulls his fingers out, leaving you frustratingly empty, slides his hands under your ass, and picks you up. This, you find, is a great time to discover that superstrength is fucking fantastic.

He positions you so that the tip of his cock is brushing against your cunt. “Are you ready?”

You can only really nod, because you’re frankly too frustrated to speak. He pushes in slow, pressing you against the wall, until you’ve taken him down to the hilt. Even then, he still doesn’t move; there’s a lot of him and a little of you, so you have to adjust to his size before he can take care of you.

He thrusts up into you, his mouth crushing down against yours; you can feel every groan, every tremor wracking his body. You dig your nails into his back, leaving red streaks and scratches, breaking the skin just enough so that you leave a good mark.

There have been few words spoken in the past few minutes, and you certainly don’t need them. You’ve been waiting for this for months, teasing him and letting him know in every way that you can that you want him. You don’t know if he got the hint before today, but that doesn’t really matter now. He’s holding you up and fucking you as if his life depended on it, and that’s perfectly fine with you.

His hips stutter, grinding against your clit, rhythm-less in his desperation. He stops kissing you long enough to look at you and ask if he can come. Again, words aren’t especially forthcoming at the moment, so all you can really do is nod.

He thrusts up into you once, twice, as deep as he possibly can without totally wrecking you, and comes hard, his eyes never once leaving your face. He watches you come, your cunt clenching down around him, letting you take everything that he gives you. Finally, he sighs and eases himself out, still holding you up so that you can ride out the feeling of your entire body contracting and clenching down.

Cable puts you down, holding onto you until you’re steady on your feet. Your cunt aches in the best way, and you hope that this isn’t the last time today that he’ll do this for you.

He bends down, digging underneath the combined tangle of your clothes on the floor and retrieves your phone. He hands it to you before bending back down to pick up his clothes. You follow the line of his back, enjoying the way the muscle flexes under his skin.

He smirks as he tugs his shirt back down over his head. “I guess I’ll let you keep the pictures.”

“I didn’t take any pictures,” you reply, waving the phone in front of him. What a sight you must be, still naked and looking like you’ve been stupendously fucked.

He raises an eyebrow. “You didn’t?”

“Nope. I was just teasing you.”

The smile he gives you is genuine, if a little mischievous. “Maybe I’ll let you take a few tonight. Something to help you along when I’m off on a job. If you want to, that is.”

“Only if I can get in the picture with you…”

[freshlyjuicedbeetles]

Part Four IT Microfiction!

Pennywise is never far from my mind. He is a fascinating, annoying, and terrifying presence in my life. I never had this close of contact with a subject and he alludes to the idea that there are more like him. I want to understand him and where he comes from. I only know the bare basics about him. He’s an alien from another dimension. His name is not pronounceable with human vocal cords. Technically, he is not a he, just that the closest representation of his true self is a male by human standards. He is millions of years old. Something about being pure energy and a giant spider… He had some sort of quarrel with a turtle?

When he’s not with me (which is 99% of his time), he’s in the sewers hiding or doing whatever aliens do. He used to also hide in an old house and scare anyone who dared come within his reach, but it was torn down in ’95. Inside was the old well that supplied the city in its first few years. It was sealed during the demolition. He would often use that well as access to and from the sewers. I’d never venture to either one or want think of all the places my mouth has been on the body of something that spends it’s time in the sewers.

I think he liked having that house, he still complains about a kid who insulted it.

“He called it a crack house! I know what crack is!” He exclaims, indignantly.

“Well, you did live in a crack house.” I reply.

“That’s not the point!” He huffs and pouts.

I try to puzzle him out. Are we talking Mass Effect like aliens who are civilized or xenomorphs that are more animalistic? He’s obviously intelligent and sentient so the rest of his species must be too. Did he come from an established society? Did he have parents or some sort of family line?

I decided to try to interview him one day. I expected it to be like herding squirrels. He doesn’t have the greatest attention span. I wasn’t sure what I would do with the information, I couldn’t slap it on my blog proclaiming I had managed to interview a cryptid. No one would take me seriously ever again. It’s ironic, I run a paranormal blog were my readers want this kind of contact, but the minute I make real and tangible contact with a subject like I have with Pennywise and put it out there, I’d be fitted for a strait jacket.

“Where are you from?” I asked, my phone recording us. Most paranormal phenomenon messed with electronics. His presence never caused such a thing.

He thought for a moment, then grabbed my hand and led me outside. He looked up at the sky, spun in a half circle and moved a few feet past my house.

“Right there,” He said pointing to a spot in the sky.

For all I knew, he could be pointing to an arbitrary spot.

Suddenly, he starts sniffing like a bloodhound, creeping up on a scent.

“I can smell the internet.” He says and is gone.

I am left there trying to understand his thought process but decide it’s better not to.

A few days later, I was able to understand what he meant. Prior to the ‘I smell the internet’ thing, I had gotten a hate comment on one of my posts. It was the same dribble most women get when taking up space online, ‘I’ll rape you till you die cunt’ and mansplaining how I was wrong about everything. It was an unfortunately common occurrence.

I thought nothing of it, that it was just some guy who was angry that he couldn’t get off. I deleted the comment and reported it to my hosting domain.

The next day, I was at the grocery store stocking up for the week. A fat hand reached for the same box of cereal I was grabbing for and we both knocked it to the ground. I bent to pick up when I noticed this person had a literal bite mark in his chubby, hairy calf. I stood thinking that maybe he ran into a grumpy dog. He looked at me like most people look at Pennywise.

“Are you okay, dude?” I asked.

“I’m sorry!” He exclaimed, running out of the store.

Later that day, I got an email about the comment from my host saying the user had lost their account privileges. It displayed the comment in question and the user’s avatar. It was the man from the grocery store.

Just looking at this slovenly and sweaty guy, I could see why Pennywise only took a chunk of his leg. He does have some dietary standards it seems.

Living with him has been a weird experience. It’s like living with a komodo dragon. It could probably kill you. He may humanoid, but he was still a bit feral. Yeah, I have a feral clown living with me.

Most of his knowledge about humans is outdated or he simply has no concept of something. His contact with humans was limited to stalking and eating them before he met me.  He knew what sex was, it’s purpose and how humans do it. He had the broad strokes, but not the fine details. I’d thought he die of an orgasm when I introduced him to period sex.

He understands most human limitations (and disregards or exploits them), that when we’re born, we’re more or else stuck with our appearance. I found him watching shows about plastic surgery on my laptop and the only word that seemingly encapsulates his feelings towards surgery is: barbaric; that humans, sometimes electively, will let other humans tear us open, move stuff around, add something new or take something away completely. More irony. I would assume the healthcare system where he’s from is quite different. Not all of us are shapeshifters like you are, Penn.

He’s not actually a clown, he knows just as much about the persona to lure victims in. A clown is just the form he likes the best; it helps him catch his meals and scares people, a win-win for him. Kids (an easy target) like clowns and people fear them.

An annoying thing he does is taking my things. I lost so many pairs of panties to that dumb clown alien. He took my fluffy makeup powder brush AND my favorite highlighters (as in the writing utensil and makeup product). He even stole my favorite blanket. What will he take next? My favorite novel? Can he even read English? Does his species have a writing system?

He likes to watch me cook, which is funny since he lives on a raw diet. I probably should detest him, but obviously, his species is higher on the food chain than humans. Maybe I’m rationalizing it. We shouldn’t mess with the natural order of things. I am rationalizing it.

I gave him War Heads candy once and he has been constantly sucking on one or six, grimacing at the sourness and drooling. I want to give him Pop Rocks next. I plan to actually cook a simple meal for him, just to see what’ll happen.

He drank one of my perfumes, too, thinking it was potable. Maybe it was to him, it didn’t seem to bother him.

I watched in horror as a $90 liquid slid down his throat.

“That was Marc Jacobs, you idiot!” I screeched.

He didn’t understand.

“You spray it on yourself to smell good.” I explained, tersely.

“You smell tasty to me without it.” He shrugged.

I took the bottle from his gloved hand, cradling it like an injured bird. “It wasn’t for you to enjoy.”

He took my phone while I was napping. He found YouTube watched four cat videos, three Lady Gaga music videos (good taste, my clown alien), one and half makeup tutorials and seven from NASA about aliens and our galaxy.  In between videos, he texted my mom for an hour.

Mom: Hi, honey, are you still in Maine?

Pennywise: The main Maine mane!!!!!!!!

Mom: Clever. How is your article coming?

Pennywise: Stupendously!!!!!!!

Mom: That’s good, Dad and I were getting curious, you’ve never stayed somewhere this long before.

Pennywise: I met someone!!!!

Mom: Really?

Pennywise: He’s a real looker, too!!1!1

Mom: Is he from Maine?

Pennywise: Sort of!!!! :D

Mom: You’re acting strange, are you drunk?

Pennywise: What’s drunk? That sounds fun!!

I started to wake up around this point and haven’t heard back from Mom. I have no idea how I’ll explain this. Guess he can read English.

He may take my stuff, but he’ll also bring me stuff. He’s brought me a beautiful and ornate vintage jewelry box that was probably made before my grandparents were born; a handful of marbles, a key that is probably older than the country, a freshly molted feather from a raven, a raw amethyst and a single earring that looked like it was from the 80s.

I think he sees me as his human, someone worthy of his attention and protection (while still wanting to eat me. That’s the ultimate possession, I guess?). I think his gifts are endearing, but the second he brings a snack with him and/or one for me, we’re going to have issues.

It all leaves me wondering is this how his species shows romantic affection. How does his species mark their loved ones to show the rest of society that they are off the market? Bringing gifts, spending a lot of time with their significant other and a possessive protection while still wanting to eat me is my best guess.

I am protected by a bucktooth, feral clown.

Yep.

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Hey.. another rant, I guess. I'm sorry in advance. Very sleep deprived and emotional wreck xD I think one thing parents don't realise sometimes is that when they make an international move, they have very little regard how it impacts their kids. That's what's always happened with me and my sister. My parents.... nothings ever enough for them. They're never satisfied. We could never be in a place permanently, and so never felt home. Always had to make new friends, new schools, new lives - leaving behind people we love and having to move forward. I can say the move from the UK to Australia has been the hardest. I had to say goodbye to my beloved friends, a university I loved, a job I was happy working at with good money - a life I had made for myself. That was all taken away when my family grew their money away on a house they couldn't afford to keep. For what? An ego boost?? So yes, we move to Australia - yes it's beautiful here. But as a holiday pace rather than a complete home of residence. Making connections here is stupendous difficult. Not only is everything far away, but people generally don't want anything to do with you unless you've pretty much grown up together and gone to high school with them. Now you're probably thinking - couldn't I just move back? Boy! Do I wish I could! If I could right now, I'd do it in a heart beat. You see, my parents are VERY over bearing, and like their rules. It's their way of the high way. How many times have I heard "don't like it then go on the fucking streets, miserable cunt" from my dad. Mum just takes with crap, despite everyday complaining about her husband - my father. They're not even happy being here. They want to move AGAIN! Like you haven't ruined my life enough. Being on the other side of the world, away from your best friends, and people you love to death, is very damn difficult. And getting the "I'm going to disown you" bullshit is not an encouraging factor. It makes life very depressing. What's happened since we lived here in Australia? Mums had a stroke, dads had pneumonia, I've had shit from my university's belittling me because of mental health, bullying at social clubs at university, casual/ part time employment is ridiculous here... it's pretty shit really. But Australia is my "parents home". They live in the past in their memories of what Australia was like, and so projected their thoughts onto us. So our opinion? Heh.. what opinion. It doesn't fucking matter anyways. They just tell us about their youth days here... and live in the past. Literally mum is talking to me about my days as a 5 year old, and why I'm unhappy when I wasn't there - like that really matters now.. And despite it being a small scale thing - my 3 weeks in England were Deusn were freaking amazing. I was happier in 3 weeks than I have been in 2 years. I told my mum about this; how happy I was in the UK - she didn't like it. Telling me how ungrateful I am; and doing that guilt tripping, manipulative thing parents do to their kids. Dad is just an asshole about it all. Ellie's at least happier as her partner is with her here. But if he can't get the partnership visa, then she's back to the uk with him. Just... parents, before you go about looking for places to booth your ego, or have image, just think what it does to your kids.. Urgh.. I don't know. I'm sorry... I just.. *sigh* I don't know. Im sorry. I'm going to stop now.

[sextoyorgasm]

Gangbang Me 3 - Hard X

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Gangbang Me 3 - Hard X

While the five-man gangbang of lil’ Californian, 29-year-old black beauty Ana Foxxx is definitely something to write home about, it’s the four-pud multiple suck-fuck of gorgeous ’n’ nasty 21-year-old Chicagoan (of delicious Slovenian-Czech roots) Lana Rhoades which is the real barnburner here.

And don’t get me wrong, the Ana Foxxx group sex pluggin’ is absolutely worth wanking to! After a chokingly impressive blowbang, Ana is immediately ass reamed doggie style, while still sucking two cocks. Whoa! The dudes go back and forth between her cunt and crapper before she’s DP’d doggie style, with the lads (five of ‘em, don’t ya know) taking turns with her turd bin. Love that flawless-looking ebony skin on foxy Foxxx. Next is a reverse-cowgirl DP, with the boys taking turns in her honey hole. Ana doesn’t mind a little choking, neither. More doggie DPin’ ensues along with plenty o’ simultaneous cocksuckin’, followed by mish anal, more doggie DPin’ (dayim, girl!), standing DPs, another blowbang, more reverse-cowgirl DPin’, a doggie-anal train (love seein’ those!), and, before Ana finally takes all five pop shots in the kisser, I’m glad some of the boys actually utilize her vadge for its own lovely sake. Hey, it’s a beautiful thing.

The Lana Rhoades four-man gangbang (which, in fact, begins this amazing Mason-directed gonzo, and you’re gonna like our director’s fun interviews with the ladies before the schtuping begins) is off-the-scale, with Ms. Rhoades (and her killer bod!) not putting in a bad position as she’s oh-so-very bad (in the best way possible!). After some terrify glam footage, Lana jumps right into her tank o’ four sharks, getting heavily hammered by her quartet o’ cocks in a loft/warehouse/one of those fucking cool-looking places (perfect for filming gangbangs). I like that Lana doesn’t mind kissing — at least before all of the sucking and fucking begins.

After her own way gnarly blowbang, Lana (she especially loves being seriously face-fucked!) gets ass-fucked doggie style (and what a magnificent ass on this all-around magnificent female specimen), during which she continually schucks down cock with her gob. She whorishly performs an anal train, before it’s doggie DP time, with cocks taking turns up her crap-house (can’t get enough of those stupend-ass ass cheeks on Lana!), after which it’s missionary anal, during which a DP materializes and shifts into a reverse-cowgirl DP (by the way, I adore watching Lana’s perfect tits gyrate oh so hornily here). She likes her ATMs, too! Next, it’s another doggie DP, during which we get another brilliant anal train, more ATMs, mish anal, sweet and charming choking, delightful gapes, some standing DPs, another blowbang (with a fifth wheel showing up … where the hell was that pud all this slime-time?), more reverse-cowgirl DPin’, some spoon anal (it’s romantic), more doggie DPin’ (very romantic), and finally (blatt! blatt! blatt! blatt!… blatt!) five blasts o’ boy batter in the fab face (that mystery cock came from … somewhere?!). Lana even has time to do another doggie DP before we fade to black. And it’s great how our girl always keeps smiling throughout her multiple-dick-pluggin’ scene. She rocks!

Yes, the Ana Foxxx gangbang also rocks (and fans of that little firecracker will adore it), but you especially wanna get “Gangbang Me 3” for the four-man pluggin’ (in all conceivable holes) of lovely, lusty, lascivious Lana Rhoades. Who loves ya, Lana? We all do! Source link

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Room a Thousand Years Wide

The pensive thrills and swells, the anger and rage-filled voice, the beauteous wonder of the darkness of it all.

Why can’t bands make music this complex any more?

This is my tribute to Chris Cornell. I am still in a state of disbelief. I watched Pete Thorn’s video tribute to his friend and, even though I don’t share his experiences in common, I understood at a gut level, when he said things that resulted in tears in my eyes. Things I could genuinely relate to.

2016 was a horrific year for loss in the humanities. But in terms of unexpected loss, the suicide of Chris Cornell ranks high.

I suppose this is representative of the reckless abandon with which people approach mental illness. All the campaigns in the world, cannot stop its insidious nature, when one person, even having battled it for years and seemingly being ok, it creeps up and takes victims indiscriminately.

I imagine, in those artists which are loved on a national scale, a global scale - something stupendously incomprehensible to most mortals - the equivalence is in being in a crowded room screaming with nobody hearing you. 

I can attest that, everything can be ticking over nicely, and then all of a sudden, somebody commits suicide, or severely harms themselves without warning, or any kind of inclination from those closest to them. It is the hand that reaches out and grabs you in the night, leaving nothing for people to hold on to in the morning.

Most people leave signs, or give some suggestion, but what they are relying on, is either that someone will be sharp enough to jump to their rescue in time, or everyone is so obtuse as to be ignorant of the signs until it is too late. Either way, something is proven - that the suicidal person is cared about or they are not. 

It’s an extremely hurtful and diseased way of living and approaching ones own death. But nobody is immune from it, you’re only seen to be predisposed to it if there is addiction, or family predisposition, or a personal history that is laid open like a book for all to see. 

I’m going to be open and say that I often think about killing myself. I don’t know how I would do it. I fantasise about it being painful. I cannot see it really happening - there are things for me to hold on to. 

People who see it through, they might have devoted partners and cute children. So why do they complete suicide?

This is an extremely complicated question, and I can only speak from my own experience, observations and experience. I think there may be an element of selfishness there, however...

I would also say that, when you are feeling so hopeless that, you do not see your being there as being worthwhile in anything, even when you have a child, or children, it is hard to justify the continual mental suffering.

But why not just seek counselling or therapy?

Well this is a sticky subject, and particularly for me.

I went to see a counsellor when I was younger, who continually wasn’t there and didn’t contact me to tell me they wouldn’t be there, until I was already on the journey to get there. This is the truth, and I discovered from my notes, that the daft cunt had written falsehoods about me. 

Of course, professionals, who truly value their positions will not abuse said position and lie like the shitty bitch I mentioned there. However, I can say, it is certainly easy to lose faith in those we seek to help us, when they judge us and refuse to help in the manner in which we need, or they fail to establish and maintain clear channels of communication. Such as a whatever she was, who saw me, at my own request. I was a mess when I saw her first and better when I saw her again, she closed my case without letting me know, and wrote some shit in my records, having failed to refer me to the clinician she was supposed to. 

I hate self-important people like that.

So I can sympathise with the lack of continuity and the absolute bullshit people write about you, thinking you won’t ever find out. The pity is in the fact that it gets discovered so far down the line, that these incompetent dickheads never get called to account.

Mental illness is a fucking hellbroth; take the bastard seriously.