#''How the fuck did you get these powers bro'' Like man I want to know that too Scroll Subodhi! Still asking that question!

[imminent-danger-came]

There was one time before s4 of Monkie Kid aired where I was like, "MK is totally gonna parallel Mei from 3x10 and he's going to leave because he's scared of his own power", and let me tell you, watching s4 was the most validating experience of my life

[on-the-clear-blue]

Danny, staring up at Tim, who currently Robin: okay...so this isn't what it looks like.

Tim, giving dead pan glare: so you arnt breaking into Drake Manor?

Danny, shoulders dropping: okay yeah it's totally what it looks like...but not because you think!

Tim, sighing slightly: so you arnt homeless and thought that since Timothy Drake was recently adopted by Bruce Wanye, and both of his parents are dead you can just move in and live here?

Danny, blinking owlishly: I mean, yeah? I mean, not homeless, and I didn't even know that dude got adopted, like good for him, hope that he is safe and shiz, sucks that he parents died and all but not here to squat dude.

Tim, raising a single eyebrow: then why pray tell are you here?

Danny, kicking at the ground a bit: so like...ugh, so I might be um like...a...fudge what's the word...ah! Psychopomp? Like I am a dude that helps like people's ghosts pass and like keeps em happy.

Tim, squinting behind his mask: the only person that died here is Jack Drake and I assure you, his soul would not be happy going to where he deserves to be.

Danny, holding up his hands: wow lot of misplaced aggression there boy wonder...no I ain't here for him, like him and his wife did like...so much tomb raiding they would make the Victorians jelly. I am here cus they stole some dudes shit and he wants it back...like yesterday.

Tim, tilting his head: so you are here to steal an artifact.

Danny, popping the P sound: Yup, something about some guys clay tablet, he liked keeping his hate mail for some reason, said this one was about how he shorted some dudes iron? Or was it copper... my Mesopotamian isn't the best.

Tim, eyes widening, because he knows *exactly* which tablet he is talking about: Oh...yeah no bro, you seem chill but I really can't let you have that so why don't you just like...walk away and I won't be forced to do something kay?

Danny, frowning: Sames dude, up until that .y guy cus like...I *really* wasn't asking...

Tim, sighing as he extends his bo staff: Try and just like, not hold a grude yeah? Don't need a new villain...

Danny, pulling out an ecto gun and turning it on: I don't know man...I feel like we have good banter.

(They fight, Tim is still training so he is a bit sloppy, and Danny isn't shooting to kill, so it's more of them playing cat and mouse throughout Drake Manor, it ends with Danny stealing the tablet but having to leave the ecto gun, which gets broken when he escapes)

Tim, panting as he watches Danny flee: Fuck...is this what B feels after fighting Catwoman?

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Bruce, rubbing his temples as Tim explains why he was late for training: You tried to apprehend an unknown, with a weapon of an unknown source and power...in the home of your secret identity?

Tim, looking properly chastised: God...yes that happened...he wasn't that bad honestly...was pretty witty.

Bruce developing a twitch in his eye: No.

Tim: No? No what.

Bruce, glaring hard at his adopted son: No falling in love with a villain.

Tim, looking scandalized now: Oh? What is this? Hypocrisy thy name is Bruce Wayne!

Bruce's glare turns into a batglare: Ten laps around the cave and fifty bo staff katas...no villains!

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Danny becomes Tim's rogue, but not really, most of their battles are more each other showing off their new gear/moves they learned.

Danny also is only using tech that his parents made and he upgraded since he really doesn't want to go ghost in front of *Robin*, who is totally not his crush, and the only reason why he won't is because batman would 100% be on his ass.

Danny, pulling a massive creep stick with a nail driven through it out of seemingly nowhere: The new and approved Creep Stick! This time with nail to add tetnus damage!

Tim, watching as 'The Inventor' escapes once more: I hate seeing him leave but by God do I love watching him go...Damn should have turned on the camera just so I can see it again.

Barbara chiming in: Keep the main line PG Robin.

Batman, through coms: Hn...we shall be having words when we get back to the cave

Tim, sipping a soup that The Occultist made: "So like...why were you even here?

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When the Titans tower incident occurs, Tim could only watch in awe as the Inventor, not only comes in from the ceiling with a literal metal chair, and then continues to beat up the guy with a bad Robin cosplay.

Danny, panting as he holds up the chair again: Back I say! Back! My blorbo!

Jason, seething as he actually hisses at this random teen that appeared out of nowhere, scurrying away while cradling his broken arm: You shall rue the day! Jason Todd was here bitches!

Tim, staring up at Danny, face a bloody mess and an adoring look in his eyes: omg he stalks me, this is must what the other guys felt when I did it!

They don't really start dating, it's much more Danny breaking into Tim's house and just not leaving.

Tim, watching as his "arch enemy" is sprawled across his couch, bucket of ice cream in one hand, spoon in another, phone balanced between his ear and shoulder, pants and socks tossed haphazardly across the living room and just chilling in his boxers: Now wait a damn minute.

Danny, pausing while looking up from his ice cream (which is actually Tim's, since the boy is rich and buys the good shit), pointing his spoon accusatorily at Tim: Your fucking late Mister! Drag race started half an hour ago and we agreed to watch it together!

Tim, blushing under the Robin mask: Sorry case got good and- wait wait wait, when did we agree to watch drag race together?

Danny, rolling his eyes: when I made breakfast this morning? I even gave you extra strong coffee for your solem swearing that you would be here.

Tim, thinking back to earlier: I just...remember a bright white orb giving me a mug and a plate of food...

Danny, scoffing: this is why I need to drug you to get to sleep more often. Now take off your gear and get over here, they about to choose who shall sashay away!

Tim, nodding slowly: Hope it is that one queen from last episode, that lio sink didn't have any- wait! Ugh you keep distracting me! When did you fucking move in? I don't even know your name!

Danny with a spoon just an inch away from his mouth: Jazz? Yeah I uhh...I gotta call you back...(clicks hang up on his phone) Your joking right? For the shits and gigs?

Tim, shaking his head slowly: No shits, not a single gig my dude, 100% honest.

Danny, who had just arrived this morning since his parents are renovating because Fenton HQ is a glaring OSHA violation, but also who's middle names are "commit to the bit" and "Gaslight GateKeep Girl boss" : Babe we have been dating for like, *months*...d-do ou really not remember?

Tim, existential crisis made manifest: Oh no...I have been mind wiped.

Danny, astounded that worked: Baby I am so sorry...

They "date" for like a week before Danny starts feeling bad that he tricked Tim (who he finally got to see maskless, he had to stop his heart to not show any outward reaction to that, cus like hell he is cute) and wants to come clean but he honestly never had seen Tim more happy nor more healthy.

Danny, sitting across Bruce at the Manor: S-So um...like yeah we um...met at a science convention? My um...my parents were show casing stuff and like...we met there?

Bruce, eyes narrowing because that sounded like a lie: Hn.

Dick, happy that Tim finally felt comfortable to bring his "boyfriend" to dinner: B stop glaring! Your going to scare off Timmy's Bf! God you weren't this bad when I brought over Roy that one time.

Bruce doesn't stop glaring, and it's making Danny even more nervous: Um I uh...need to use the bathroom one sec...

Tim moves to guide him but Alfred waves him to sit down: You really must eat Master Timothy, I did make your favorite today. I shall guide Mister Fenton to the lavatory.

Alfred does indeed lead Danny from the dining room, but the second they are far enough the old butler suddenly has a shotgun in hand, skin suddenly a pale blue and objects around the parlor turning green and floating: While they do try and see the best in others, I do not Phantom, now I must ask you to kindly leave and never contact Master Timothy every again. I shall not let my charge fall for such as the likes of you.

Danny blinking at how he was addressed, a sudden ghostly blue mist escaping his mouth: Oh shit.

They have a ghost fight, all while comically popping in and out of the dining room, making excuses for whyvthe other is gone.

It ends when Tim, finally fed up with why his boyfriend is taking so long opens the door only to see him duking it out with Alfred, fully gone ghost and was loosing.

Such leads to confessions of lies, real feeling and why Alfred has been able to be a spry 60 even though he fought in WWI and it is very much the mid 2010s.

(Danny and Tim do end up together, this time with no lies about a mind wipe, and get Kon and Bart to join their polycule later on)

[racew1nn3rs]

─ 𝘚𝘌𝘊𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘚, 𝘚𝘌𝘊𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘚 🫀

max verstappen x singer!fem reader // smau

⤷ summary: when max verstappen starts commenting on the posts of the beloved singer y/n l/n, fans are confused and less than enthusiastic at the new friendship. what they could never expect is just how long they've been 'friends'...

based on this request <3

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ynusername my new album is now officially out on all platforms! thank you so so much for all of the love and support, and special thanks to sab for her feature on the song <33 love u bb girl 🫦🫦 now that the album's out, tour next!!! see you all soon!

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user1 THE ALBUM OUT. THIS IS NOT A DRILL PEOPLE THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

user2 i cannot be normal about this i fear

user3 ik her back hurts from CARRYING the music industry on her back 😩

user4 hey so WHO TF IS SO AMERICAN ABOUT?? A LOVE SONG

user5 y/n writing a love song in god's year of 2024... wow

user6 y/n in the top 10 charts, fork found in kitchen

user7 sabrina and y/n are never beating the gf allegations

ynusername damn right we're not 😏

user7 HOLY SHIR HOKY SHIT HOKST SHUT

user8 y/n's in love and it's not with me, hanging myself as we speak

user9 the comment is gonna get reported but so real op

user8 can't a woman hang herself in peace 😣

user10 album's such a banger i had this shit bumpin at my grandmas funeral 🙏🏼 rest in piece nancy 🕊️💪🏻

user11 OH MY GOD???

user12 rest in piece nancy you would've loved make you mine 😔

ynusername oh my god please tell me your joking

user10 sorry queen the grind never stops

ynusername NO SHOT

maxverstappen1 great album! 👍🏼

user13 why does he text like my father 🧍🏻‍♀️

user14 brother eughh

user15 what da hell is a polar bear doin in arlington texas

ynusername thank you max!!!

user16 y/n l/n to redbull in 2025

user17 hellurrrrr who is this man in ur likes y/n

user18 f1 driver!!

user17 Y/N NO ATHELETES PLEAEJEWK 🫵

user18 tour content soon??? i'm sat

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user19 bro looks like he snuck onto earth, get his ass outta here

user20 grammy-award winner, vogue cover model, new york university graduate and Some Fucking Guy

user21 not y'all coming to her defense like the mighty morphin power rangers 💀💀 he's literally a world class athete and she writes pop music

user20 17.172.224.47

user21 IS THAT MY IP ADDRESS??

user20 melinda charleton

user22 IS THAT HIS MOTHER'S NAME!!?1?1!

user20 you want me to do you too???

user22 no we good 😃

user23 ruth bader ginsberg did not die for this

user24 now wtf does this have to do with babe ruth 🤨

user25 WHOOOOO 😧

user24 ... that wasn't right was it

user26 now let's be fr he does NAWT have a chance

user27 have u seen the marble-carved  goddesses these men pull, i fear he does 😔

user28 please no i feel ill

user29 TWO???? OH HELL NAW

user30 two might be pushing it, only one was confirmed

user31 jesus christ

user32 first taylor, now this

user33 yall, all he commented was great album 💀💀 yall are LEAPING to conclusions

user34 what can i say it's an art

user35 i do not see 👁️👄👁️

user36 no like 💀💀 im in your walls

user37 haha max verstappen!! right!!! (theres a sniper at ur location)

user38 omg ur so right 🤩 it is about him (i have a bomb strapped to my chest)

user39 i dont mean to sound stupid, idk who that man is, if i saw him on the streets i wouldnt know a thing 🥱

user40 this is so random too like what 😭

user41 the power of kindness won't work here, i have to throw him off a building

user42 i used to be a max verslsjjwwo lover 🤩 now im just a max verslsjjwwo hater 😔

user43 NURSE 🫵 SHE'S OUT AGAIN

user44 why would u put that into the universe 😧

user45 alright, lets get you to bed grandma

user46 mari stop being delusion and go touch grass 🧍🏻‍♀️

user47 ENOUGHHHH

user48 ain't no way in hell 😭

user49 ik ur feet hurt from all this jumping to conclusions babe

user50 lets leave the parkour to the athletes 😃

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ynusername italy thanks for letting me be inside you (; it was such a lovely show, expect me back asap!!!!

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user51 IT WAS SO GOOD I THNK I BLACKED OUT THE WHOLE TIME THO

user52 oh!

user51 oh so now this isn't a safe space

user53 LANDO AND MAX IN TGE LIKES??? NO NO NO NO

user54 ABORT ABORT ABORT

user55 y'all are doing too much 🙄 she's one of the top artists in the world, i think it's safe to say they might like her music

user56 the second picture 🧎🏻‍♀️do you need a stool cause i can kneel and be really quiet

user57 y/n fans be normal challenge (impossible!!!) (never done before)

user56 WOMP WOMP

maxverstappen1 wonderful show! 🙏🏼 you are so talented

ynusername ty max (: im glad you could come see me

user57 ain't NO WAYYYYYY

user59 THIS IS SIXKENJNG IM GONNA PUKE

sabrinacarpenter my gf looking sexy 🫦🫦🫦

ynusername only for u bbg 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

user60 BOOOO 🗣️ GET A ROOM

user61 do y'all need a third!!!!

user62 mamma mia pizza pasta mozzerella moment

user63 i just put u on a watchlist

user62 🧍🏻‍♀️

landonorris RAHHHHHH 🦅🫵🗣️‼️

ynusername RAHHH RAHHH RAHHH RISE POWER POWER 💪🏻‼️

user63 what the fuck

user64 OH GOD WHAT IF SHES DATING HIM????

ynusername brother eughhhh

landonorris WHAT THE FUCK????

user65 SINCE WHEN IS SHE FRIENDS WITH F1 DRIVERS HOW MANY CHAPTWRS DID I MISS

user66 apparently we all went into a universal coma while she was out galavanting cause idk how else this could've happened

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maxverstappen1 posted to his story!

(caption: beautiful show)

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user67 someone save my girl bro, she don't know any better 😭

user68 it's like a little kid trying to touch the hot stove, LIKE STOP THAT!! DON'T DO THAT

user69 am i the only one who thinks they'd be cute together....

user70 YES!?!?

user71 there is literally no fucking way he bagged her

user72 losing y/n to european f1 driver would be the biggest american tragedy since 2001

user73 i had to read this shit twice, op what r u waffling abt 🫵😧

user74 can't even be nonchalant about this one bro, i'm chalanting hard asf

user75 we do not care

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ynusername first time in monaco, safe to say i enjoyed myself! so happy to see you shine this time my love<3

25,788 comments

user76 oh. my. fucking. god

user77 THEYRE FUCKING DATING OH MYFODNSJ

user78 THAT SHOULD BE MEEEE HOLDING YOUR HAND THAT SHOULD BE MEEE MAKING YOU LAUGHHH 🎤

user79 i'm in mourning

sabrinacarpenter CHEATER 🫵

ynusername BABY IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE, IT WAS JUST ONE TIME 😣😣😣 IT WAS A MISTAKE

maxverstappen1 we've been dating for 2 years??

sabrinacarpenter SHUT UP FAST & FURIOUS NO ONE ASKED YOU

user80 i'm sorry 😃 two Y EARS

user81 i feel like i just got dumped. y/n don't do this, the kids need you 😔

maxverstappen1 i got p1 for you, i love you 🫶🏼

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[beuxwhoyouare]

Escaping Holiday Responsibilities

You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and all the boys. And who can forget about singing Hanerot Halalu after lighting the menorah. There’s symbols and entities representing all of the holidays. But outside of the season we enjoy our peace and quiet. Sometimes though a season is so rough you can’t really blame an entity for wanting to get away.

I may or may not be Santa Claus. I’d say the best perk about the gig is that when the time comes you’re almost guided to your successor who then dons the classic look. So it’s a give and take. I mean having the power to fulfill lists of gifts you desire is great, but acquiring the look of a tubby bearded old man isn’t all that. The coolest thing though is you may not know it, but just because you don’t write a list doesn’t mean you don’t have holiday desires. I can still deliver gifts based on the list you make in your hearts. Cute as hell right? I’m basically a mind reader!

Before all this Claus business, I was unemployed and recently divorced when I received the call to step into the good ol boots. So a gig is a gig. I took it and ran, but that was like 30 years ago. So now once I retire I’m actually gonna look old and ragged.

So there I was last night delivering gifts at this random place in Chicago. Doing my best to stay quiet, delivering gifts as low key as possible when CRAAAAAACK! I stepped on a large glass ornament I somehow missed. I thought I was in the clear after no one came to check what happened and as I headed on my way out a baseball bat swung at my head.

I took the hit like a champ but when I turned around to see I saw a man standing there in black sweatpants and a sleeveless shirt with the bat ready to swing again.

“Ho ho hey hey wait. I’m literally Santa.” I whisper yelled while showing snowy crystals come out of my glove.

Right as he began to swing again I pulled more tricks out of my hat.

“I know your name is Russell O’Connor. You got a gunmetal tricycle as a 4 year old because you thought the red ones the store had were tacky and wanted to look tough!”

That’s when he stopped mid-swing.

“How-how did you know that pervert? Have you been watching me for years?”

I began to hear his inner list….a young man now in his mid-20s regretting his life decisions to get a girl knocked up as a teen? Interesting. He desires to get away from the so-called mess he made.

“I can offer you a way out of the mess you made. If that’s what your true hearts wish is this Christmas?!” I pleaded to not be beaten once again.

“How do you know what I want freak?”

“Bro I’m Santa, I know when you’ve been like bad or good and whatever. Listen do you want to get away from the mess you made or what?”

“Yes okay but like how are you going to do it? You’re not going to kill me or anything?”

“Honestly no one’s really ever wished for this so I gotta be able to do it somehow. That’s the Santa magic!”

“Okay let’s go for it. Do it! Get me out of here!”

I closed my eyes and rubbed my gloved hands together and then pulled them apart. As I pulled them apart a spark started forming but I wasn’t sure what to do with it. I tried to hold it steady but before I knew it, the spark grew too wild to control. The energy then turned white and exploded.

There was a ringing and we both yelled but then black.

When I woke up I found myself pushing up from a bed? That’s weird I don’t remember finishing all my deliveries. I reached up to scratch my beard but instead of my long luscious white beard a more close shaved beard grazed my hand. Wait where are my gloves? And my beard?

I looked down at the bed I didn’t recognize before looking back up to walk over to a nearby restroom with the night light on. The dim glow painted a picture I couldn’t believe. Surely I’m dreaming?

I fumbled around the foreign room before locating the light switch, only to have the bright lights confirm what I was seeing. I raised both arms and posed….

“No fucking way!?” The cursing surprised me, being a Claus the job prevents your mouth from ever even forming a curse word.

I’m Russell? But the Santa step down process just returns you to your normal self not swaps you with someone? How did this? Could my desires have matched with his conflicting my magics intent?

I lifted the shirt barely hiding anything of my new body I now resided in. Woah…I wasn’t much of a gym person in my former life but maybe there’s reason to be. I mean look at this beef? I reached my muscular hand up to my new proud chest and squeezed. Ahhh grazing my new nipple I revealed a new found sensitivity I never previously had. Looks like that’s going to be fun, I nearly salivated.

I can do adult things again and live a life again! No more having to spend months working to achieve someone else’s dreams. Or maybe I’ll fulfill other dirtiest dreams. I mean this body should go to work somehow.

I’m sure OnlyFans would love to see how thick I am everywhere. It’s time to be a family man settle down the right way and make a good living by selling the best gift I’ve ever given myself.

My new tool hardening nearly pulling down my sweatpants waistband itself. I grabbed it before taking a peak at my new equipment. Ohhhhh looks like I’ll still be delivering gifts to quite a few people in different ways with this beer can.

[419jhat]

Eddie's lagging behind his friends at comicon, lazily taking in a particularly cool d20 being sold in the artist alley when he spots her. Seated in a chair, looking bored as fuck while she scrolls on her phone, was the most beautiful Blossom he's ever laid his eyes on. She wasn't wearing the usual outfit. She'd switched it out for something preppy and modern- a pleated pink skirt swishing around her thighs, cute white socks, and a sweater vest that shows off how much she goes to the gym. She looks like she would've called him a freak in high school, but in a sexy way, which is a thought that he doesn't want to reflect on without his therapist present.

"You gonna shoot your shot?" Gareth asks.

Eddie feels like he's been caught.

"I don't know, maybe I will," he says with a shrug.

"She's out of your league, friend. She looks like she'd step on you."

"I know," Eddie sighs.

Gareth looks incredibly unimpressed . "Ugh. Go. Before I leave you standing here like an idiot and she notices you staring. Which you're doing a lot, by the way."

He finishes with a shove right between Eddie's shoulder blades, forcing him to stumble toward Ms. Blossom in a way that catches her attention. And then he has to walk up to her, because he's looking at her and she's looking at him, and neither of them are looking away and it's becoming a whole thing. He walks toward her slowly, because he can't think of what to say, and the way she's playing with her wig is really distracting and cute.

"Uh. Waiting for a Rowdy Ruff Boy?" he jokes awkwardly. Blossom's face morph into pure disgust and Eddie wants to melt into the floor.

"Seriously bro?" she asks with a shockingly deep voice.

Before Eddie can make his brain snap together a response, the other Power Puff Girls are running up to them.

"Steve! I hope you didn't wait long, Chris wanted to get one of those- oh. Hello," Buttercup says, when she notices him. Bubbles' blonde hair is very real, and very cute pulled into pigtails. Buttercup seems to have just dyed hers black for the occasion.

"Hi," Eddie says lamely. He waves at them, for some reason.

Buttercup gasps. "Are you hitting on him? We can leave and come back. Come on, babe," she says, grabbing Buttercup's hand.

"Don't fuck this up!" Bubbles says as she's pulled away.

"Oh my god, ignore them. What did you say?" Steve, apparently, asks. Eddie wants to crawl in a hole and die. He can just feel Gareth laughing behind him.

"It's was a joke. You know, the Rowdy Rough Boys?" Steve doesn't seem to know, so he adds, "the evil boy version of the Power Puff Girls?"

Steve looks down at his clothes as some kind of recognition dawns on his face. "Oh! Shit dude, I haven't seen the show. Rob and her girlfriend just really needed a Blossom."

This is usually the point Eddie would tease Steve about being a poser, but he looks so sincere (and his biceps are so distracting) that his game is totally out of shape. A guy who would don a skirt for his friends? A man after his own heart! He half wants to make up an excuse and leave to save himself from further shame, but he's too enticed by the cute moles on Steve's jaw that he lets himself suffer a little longer.

Steve looks him up and down and asks, "so what are you supposed to be?"

Eddie looks down at his ripped jeans and says, "...me."

He's internally kicking himself for leaving his own outfit in the hotel room.

Steve smiles up at him in a way that shows off his makeup. "Well it's working for you. You know when you first came up to me I thought you were asking me if I wanted to get rough with you."

Eddie laughs awkwardly, cheeks burning, because bombing an interaction this badly is exactly the kind of thing the universe would demand of him. Steve just stares at him. Eddie stares back awkwardly, wondering what he's supposed to even say. He can see Buttercup and Bubbles a few feet away, mouthing something at him combined with a collection of hand gestures he doesn't really understand. Steve sighs. Then he flicks the wig in a way that's kind of flirty and says, "that was an invitation, dude. You gonna take it or sit there and keep staring at my tits?"

And Eddie does take the invitation, thank you very much.

[charlesxavierthirster3000]

Burdened — L. Howlett

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader

Summary: Based on this request!!!!

CW/Tags: not proofread bc I literally finished this at 5am 😭, Logan is an ASS, a lot lot of feelings, lowk heavy angst I THINK, no use of Y/N, don't like don't read.

A/N: @rambosgirl Ily girlie I really enjoyed writing this :33 I AM SO INSANELY SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG !!!!!!! Also while writing the ending of this my Spotify Smart Shuffle fucking played First Love/Late Spring by Mitski and I swear it knows how fitting it is bro wtaf ok LAST statement but like this is my first 1K+ word fic are you guys proud of me :33 I'm starting this at like 3am so don't bully me if the ending doesnt' make sense ok byeeeeeeeee

WC: 1.6K (get comfy guys) / Navigation

It was unnecessarily irritating. And frankly really, really fucked up.

Anytime you turned your back from a seemingly butterfly-inducing interaction with Logan, you found him all over Jean as if he wasn’t just chatting you up four minutes ago.

Jean Grey was—from what you’ve surveyed over your time at the mansion—not really phased, despite her somewhat established relationship with Scott. She was intelligent and good-natured, flashing you sickeningly sweet smiles in the corridors and occasionally complimenting your outfits as if hers weren’t twice as stunning.

But every time you spotted Logan gazing down at her with the look you thought he’d reserved for your eyes only, the image of perfection the redheaded telepath had materialised in front of you dissipated like a glass of ice left to liquefy under the scorching sun.

Because she never pushed him away, and she was so clearly inevitably attracted, whether she displayed it or not. It was virtually written all across her sharp features, and you knew the same was scripted all over your own when speaking to Logan.

That dip your heart made every time you saw the two’s chemistry from afar; it wasn't just blatant jealousy. 

It was deeper.

It was nastier.

It clung to your insides like a weight you couldn't possibly shake off. The constant sense that you were just a swift distraction, a momentary diversion from the real object of his desire. 

It ate you up from the inside out and exhausted you to no end.

When Storm or Rogue cautiously approached you and tried to console you, you shrugged it off as if it was some uncomplicated highschool sweetheart drama. They knew damn well it wasn’t. Your conflicting feelings for Logan were gradually making you lose yourself— your well-built dignity. You were slowly but surely morphing into someone you didn’t even recognise. Someone who accepted being second best without any contemplation.

All for a man who was immortal. All for someone who presumably considered you a fleeting paragraph in his primitive life while he was an entire novel in yours.

You wanted— needed to locate yourself in the vast body of water which was your feelings. You needed your sense of self-worth to reappear by a miracle, nevertheless, you knew it would take immense time and exertion to track it back down.

But in a wretched attempt to do so, you settled on a fairly elaborate plan and started disregarding each one of Logan’s advances. Suddenly, you conveniently had somewhere else to be every time he approached, you pulled back and overlooked his easy smiles along with the playful banter you practically used to feed off of.

At first, it felt as if you were reclaiming some of your power, spotting his perplexed looks in your peripheral vision as you wandered off to God knows where. But of course, everything you did came back to bite you in the ass. If anything, it only made the truth clearer. He barely even noticed, and if he did, he didn’t give a single shit.

And Jean? She remained unbothered, untouchable— flawless, even. You were the mastermind of this whole game, yet you were the only one losing.

After a particularly humiliating stretch of witnessing Logan and Jean’s shared giggles and stolen looks from across the table, you ultimately found your resolve. Alcohol really was liquid courage, because after a few drinks and several stabs of food, you closed in on them lounging on the couch post-meal. 

Logan’s bare arm was extended across the back of the grimy cushions behind Jean like some kind of cheesy rom-com, cowlicks a prominent silhouette against the weak flickering of the television. But no matter how much you resented them— her, you would never even come by the opportunity to be in the redhead’s position.

“Howlett,” you enunciated, voice sharp enough to slice through the ambient noise like a shard of glass.

Howlett. No other soul could call him that without repercussions. Aside from you. That was why you felt so unique, so distinct from the others, that was the crumb of specialty you were desperately clinging on to.

He shifts to glance over his shoulder, a spark of recognition igniting within him at the sound of your voice—not missing the shred of urgency concealed beneath it. “Hm? What's up?”

You hesitate with your next words, intently but subtly taking in his scruffy features in the dimmed lighting for what felt like it could be the final time. Because after this, you knew for a fact neither one of you could view each other in the same way. You were the one who let him under your skin, you were the one who had to tear him out, and it unfortunately was an agonisingly slow process.

“We need to talk.”

Four words. Yet, it still gave you the sensation of several weights placed upon your back; the unavoidable impending argument, manipulation spat right into your face, and the most dreaded of all, how circumstances would be after tonight.

His expression stiffened mildly as he reluctantly got up from the couch, aged leather groaning beneath his weight. The sensation of Jean abruptly invading the back of your mind was extremely unsettling and even though she appeared unphased, she, without a question, detected your abnormal uneasiness and was gingerly flicking through your thoughts.

Which was apprehensive, to say the least.

Logan fell into step with you as you departed from one of the many doddering living rooms, proceeding to a more secluded space nearing the obnoxious stairs in front of the grand entryway, mansion almost bizarrely silent with all the kids asleep. Jean wasn’t in your head anymore, but she undoubtedly already knew your objectives to the script.

You halted and so did Logan, weight finding its position set upon the auburn wood of the stairs. 

He eyed you with undivided attention. Your stomach threatened to do a fucking flip despite the conditions, the look nearly making you scrap all of this and go right back to being his side piece regardless of the anguish it put your mind through. But you dug your heels in, the clearing of your throat echoing sharply off the vacant walls.

You square your shoulders and tilt your chin up boldly, aiming to stand your ground. “What the hell am I to you? Because from what I see and a whole lot of other people do, I’m just an afterthought. Filler for the gaps Jean left open. Care to elaborate on that, Howlett?” 

He sighed, glancing at the wall behind you as if he was already fed up. “It’s not like that, bub. You’re makin’ it bigger than it is.”

Your blood scorched at the casual dismissal. Your voice inevitably rose but doesn’t go over a whisper, “Don’t patronise me, Logan,” you scoff. “I’m not some stupid kid with a stupid crush, so don’t let your ego get out of hand. I’ve watched you get all up on her, and then come to me when she’s got a class. Do you even fucking hear yourself?” 

His jaw stiffened, his own frustration growing. “You really think it’s that easy? I never asked you to get involved. You know how it is with me and her. You don’t get how fucked my life is, it’s your own fuckin’ fault things got messy.”

“Yeah, yeah. Go sulk somewhere else, I don’t give a shit how crappy your life is. It doesn’t take much to be a decent fucking human!— mutant, whatever. I’m not gonna let you come crying to me when things don’t work out with Jean. I’m worth more than that. You can’t see that, it’s your damn problem, not mine.”

He was visibly trying to find his footing, and you took it as an opportunity to carry on, “It’s not my fault this got sloppy. You can’t just invite a woman for a nice drive and end up throwing her out the door a moment later. You knew damn well what you were doing to m—” 

“You don’t know what I gotta deal with every day. It’s difficult. I never wanted it to get like this. You were the one overthinkin’ it.”

You shook your head forcefully, exasperation boiling over. “I don’t give a fuck, Logan— stop hiding behind that, you don’t even remember half of your damn life! It’s not messy, it’s cruel. I’ve had my own trouble, but I don’t use it as an excuse to hurt people who care about me. Don’t put all of it on my back.”

He opens his mouth to retort, but you cut him off. “Don’t. Don’t say anything. I’ve dealt with you for half my time here. I’ve had enough of your bullshit.” A flash of remorse graced his eyes but it didn’t do a thing. 

“I’m not your backup plan. I’m not waiting for you to look at me the way you look at Jean. I deserve someone who doesn’t just act like they give a shit. I’ve made my choice and you’ve made yours. I’m done. Goodnight, Howlett.”

With a harsh turn of your heel, you walked away with a heavy heart. But your head was clear for the first time in months, your shoulders were lighter, and the clarity you felt nearly blew your veins out. It would be painstakingly tough to face him tomorrow morning, but you knew you would get over it eventually.

Also i just realised in the morning Washing Machine Heart works WAYYy better but it's whatever I guess 😮‍💨

[evilminji]

God, I am... so obsessed? (SI-OC thoughts)

PIDM/SVSSS/Xanxia let me gooooo .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·.

Back on my bullshit, with another Treasures Maker™. But like... make um TANK. Go ALL in. No being coy about it. No holding back. Balls to the wall, batshit insane Treasure Maker.

A real "w-why would you..." Sort of creator. Tentacle with a knife sort of "....wanted to see what would happen." Kind of gal. No one is safe and EVERYONE is nervous. Put the crafting supplies DOWN, shimei! Back AWAY from the crafting rooms! You KNOW you have to be supervised in there!

No one wants another... Incident™! (WE DO NOT SPEAK OF THE INCIDENT™!!!)

Cause like?

They? Had a brother. That brother? Was gross. We love um, but teenagers, man. Violence and boobs. 2 Edgy 4 U media. That sort of shit. It was his bread and butter for like... Puberty.

Not! To say he was a bad kid! God, no! But he WAS basicly soaking in sweat, hormones, and teenage "oh god I'm so horny I couldd die but also AaaaaaAAAAAAA-!!!!" Brain fuckery. Not fun. She survived it, does NOT recommend, but still retains the Sisterly right to ROAST his deeply shit reading tastes (lightly).

After all? Who amongst us? Has not read terrible, terrible Smut based power fantasies? People in glass houses and all that.

.....she DOES wish she, you know, stuck it out. Read that trashfire COMPLETELY. Not just the spark notes, wiki, and that hilarious rant compilation of the Honorable Cucumber Bro (A Legend, we stan. God, what a psycho(affectionate)). But like... not her genre, man. She's an otome nerd. Her Meta knowledge aint worth SHIT.

But! Trying to relate to her brother? Listening to him excitedly talk about the latest chapters and current arcs? DID leave her with SOME knowledge. Enough knowledge.

Specifically?

This world is SHIT to women.

Like? A legit horror reality. Everyone has somehow? Still got that bullshit, purity culture, your honor is stored in your virginal, mint condition, breeding stock hoo-haa. While being surrounded by more natural aphrodisiacs then any Hentai universe could excuse! Like? EXCUSE ME!?

You can't SPIT, without hitting three Fuck Or Die plants and the aphrodisiac poisoning monster that LIVES IN UM!

But we, the WOMAN, would be a whore, should we be struck by the damn near inevitable? Airplane... you sexist HACK! (*Qinghau... feels like he's in danger*)(He swears he DIDNT MEAN IT! He just didn't think of the implications! About A LOT OF SHIT!)

Not to MENTION?

The fucking (quite literally) BODY HORROR fuckboi Protagonist! With his MONSTER DICK! Like? Look... she is a GROWN ASS WOMAN, okay? She KNOWS how sex works! Apparently, she is one of the privileged few in this universe who DOES. And while her little brother and that hack author may buy into the troupe "all women want huuuuuge, big, improbable, monster dicks"?

Ha ha! GOD, No. They do NOT. That is PURELY a male thing! It's a masculinity thing. Some power fantasy, male envy, "look how manly I am" bullshit. WOMEN? Have ORGANS. And while there ARE outliers (gods bless, we salute you. Go for greatness, you mad, mad queens.) MOST of us? Like bits that FIT.

You know... WITHOUT the Protagonist's so called "blood Gu". (Thanks! That's a HORRIFYING THOUGHT! Both on the "what do MEAN he, a non medically trained fuckboi, LITERALLY REARRANGED THEIR INSIDES?" lvl AND on the "WHAT DO YOU MEAN PARASITES IN THE BLOOD‽‽‽" lvl.)

So SI-OC? Rightfully? Wants Mr "All Women Are Belong To Me" NO WHERE near her. The fact that he's a demon? Irrelevant. The fact that he's an unrepentant MONSTER of a man? With a body horror dick? VERY relevant.

BEGONE XANXIA SATAN.

Leave her and her orifices the FUCK ALONE. You psychotic, sect murdering, realities destroying, selfish, narcissistic Fuckboi!

Not that she remembers much of the "cool motive, still murder" Phase of his life. Nor does she care, with how many people he fucks over. She wants to get far, FAR away from that mess. And more SPECIFICALLY? She wants to SURVIVE that mess. Which requires power.

She doesn't HAVE power.

But? She DOES have some Meta knowledge... and a shit ton of patience.

Cause after all, what is better then a protection talisman sewn onto a robe? Ten Thousand Protection Talismans sewn onto a robe, which is only ONE of a SET. And that? She can do.

To hell with pretty embroidery. Flowers and bamboo. Birds in flight. No, with Qi enhanced sight, and steady hands? The finest needle and the strongest, thinnest, thread? Script so tight and small it light grains of rice. Over and over and OVER. Each of her layers, holding thousands upon thousands of words. So small it's near impossible to read.

Which, of course, is to say nothing of the ribbons. Such long HAIR, after all! Only a FOOL wouldn't make USE of that space. Portioning out her head into hundreds of tiny braids, talisman written ribbons woven all the way down.

Every bit and piece of her clothing, a masterwork of steady repetition and patience. A fortress, built brick by brick. Not inconquerable. But strong enough, that even the heavens would strain.

Of course... only so long... as she's WEARING such armor.

Everyone must sleep eventually. Must bathe. You can not wear only one thing FOREVER. And that IS the difference between the strength you create and the strength you simply possess. One of them? Is always with you.

And like? Imagine it.

Big Sister. The penultimate Immovable Object facing off against Bingme's Unstoppable Force. Her DECADES of quite preparation unfurling like the waking of a slumbering GOD. All those traitors to the Sect. Women who BETRAYED their own. Betrayed their bothers and sisters, the CHILDREN they were supposed to guide and teach. For DICK. Having their attacks against her turned back against them.

Lethally.

As the remaining Peak Lords fight, a literal beacon of power. Of Safety. Sweeping through and grabbing survivors. Tossing them into a hidden realm she's literally wearing around her neck. Small but stable, her graduates work in progress. It's sparse in there. More bare earth and barely planted medical plants then anything. A few fruit trees.

But? It's beyond the reach of these invaders. And unless Luo Binghe kills her? Gets past her every defense and prys the anchor from her cold dead hands? Then they are safe. For now.

The sect may be lost. At least in terms of buildings, land. But it's PEOPLE? The important part? Not so long as she lives. The selfish dramas of demons and men are none of her concern. She has students, children, and the injured to protect.

And obviously, this makes her a target. She's shining like a God damn mini sun. It's not subtle. But the sect is burning, there's demons everywhere, she kinda expected that. At least she gets to kill a few of those traitorous "wives" on her way out.

(They betrayed their sisters. Their students. Their FRIENDS! This was their FUCKING HOME!! If they thought the Sect unforgivable? They should have LEFT. Not attacked as children fled for their lives. Cultivators are meant to kill monsters, not BECOME them.)

She takes them, her copies of as much of the libraries as she could manage on her own (it's not enough. Forgive her. She had to prioritize.) and heads for the border of the map. As fast as Cultivation can travel.

Did the Realms truely merge? Or did this portion collapse together? If they fly far enough, will they find the edge? And should it ALL have collapsed... he's not explored it yet. They have time to rebuild. Heal. Train and grow stronger..

All is not lost. Not yet.

Besides...

Who's to say that Fuckboi is the only Protagonist in this world? The only child of the Heavens? Maybe there are other gods. Maybe... maybe those gods are pissed. At the presumption. The arrogance. Maybe... just maybe, those gods will help. Who can say? It's never been done.

But is that not the duty of a righteous cultivator? To do what is right? To fight against monsters? What greater monster is there then this? The child not embraced by the village, will come to burn it down. But Luo Binghe? He has decided to burn the WORLD to ashes. And such madness must be stopped.

It doesn't matter how it began. They're gonna end it.

Together.

@mayfay @legitimatesatanspawn @spidori @babbling-babull @hdgnj @leftnotright

[kcgyatt]

HERO X HERO X HERO X HERO X HERO X HERO X MANIFESTATION HERO X HERO X HERO X HERO X HERO X HERO X HERO X HERO X HERO X

hes so attractive yes GOOOOODDDDDNESSS i don't know why i'm using the worst images to show him off but please one chance ONE CHANCE PLEASE.... he's so????? hello?????? everytime he looks at the camera i just curl my toes and giggle and allat YOU KNOW ugghhh... ur making me shy now am i that ugly..

HISS EYYESS HIS EYYESS GET THEM OFF OF THE SCREEN DIEEE PLEASE OH MY GOOSH GET OUTTT hes making me so feral what the hell. i would hit both forms to be honest. JUST OH MY.PLEASE. JUST. dont look at me like that heh!....

quit STARING QUIT IT ALREADY WE GET IT YOURE SO POWERFUL YOU CAN BREAK THE 4TH WALL JUST heh.... hmu bbg... how u doin teehee.. that fucking smirk pisses me off too please just get off 💔AUGH I NEED HIM PLEPLEPLASSEEE 3 years in marriage guys trust me.

DUDE DUDE DUDEEE HIS VERTICAL PUPILS?!>!:L1;Q1Q1L;1 HIS UNDERLASHES HIS FUCKING EYEBAGS HIS SMIRK HIS HANDS THE WAY HIS STRANDS OF HAIR FALLS DOWN STOOOOOOOOPPUR MAKING ME GO INSANE IS THAT A MULLET???????????

YOU. DAMN. hey. hi. i really like you. OH MY GOD PLEASE IM TWEAKING I NEED THIS GUY SO BADLY I NEED HIM AAURRRGH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARURURGGHH HEEUAGAH AHURURGHAHHH1920129(!@*!@) HTHISS THIS MAN THIS MAN IS SO?????? honestly why choose gojo when this man exists heh! (power scalers im staring at you please dont say gojo solos him.) OH MY DAYS PLEASE ONE CHANCE I NEED YOU.

YES. im not forgetting about him. YES. i will marry him too. YES. i will spoil him with whatever he wants. (he probably already has it) YES. im twirling my hair and giggling thinking about him. HES SO??? CUTE?? HE LOOKS LIKE A CAT?? HE JUST LOOKS LIKE ":3" NOT IN THAT WAY BUT THE FACE IS JUST SO ":3" AUGRH RHHRRR RHIS SMILE IS SO CURLED UP I CANT

LOOK LOOK LOOK HIS SO WHAT?? DO YOU GET WHAT I MEAN HE IS JUST SO???????? :3???? YES PLEAAAAAAASSEEEEE I NEED THIS MAN ON THE JOB RIGHHTT NOWW I WANNA... DUDE. he looks like a loser. maybe he is. hes now a loser. i want this loser.

its not just because "oh haha stupid ordinary guy = loser" ok it might be that case but but LOOK HES SO??? stop im gonna explode im gonna. i cant find the words. he's just so. autistic. i feel like he stims alot by snapping his fingers.

OK PACK IT UP 😭😭😭yh theres no recovering from this. a grown ass man leaping into all fours to catch a coin (MY MAN) thank god there was no one around!... yeah im the fan being served oh YEAAAHHHHHHH hes getting it no hesitation bro!!!! i wanna smooch him on the forehead like? im gonna cry why arent you real.

just open the damn soda u fucker quit staring at it. "woah... it's me." GET OUTTTTTTTTTTT hes so cute though HES SO HANDSOME im gonna crash out please just please please please bro i need you you're so GHR u make me go insane i want you so BAD WHY DID I CHOOSE A MAN FROM A SERIES THATS NOT EVEN RELEASED AND THAT NOBODY GAF ABT IT💔💔just make out with me alrdy bruh

"he's a genius he ain't fumbling allat up, he literally has a 2nd form of high importance!" and hes marrying me idgaf throw another coin near the drain and see what happens heh. i hope the series has more scenes just him messing up on some stuff.

like him doing this sick gesture then opening the can just to get sprayed by soda???? please?? i need you??? transition purposes but hell yeah please just trip again. into my arms this time pelasee.. idk what i was doing i was just thinking abt tbhx and then.. bhx.. hx.. hero x.. drools HERO X MENTIOEND LALALALLAL HERO X!!!!!!!! HERO X LOML ONE AND ONLY WIFE ARRGHH mansplain manipulator malewife or wtv they say ig

[onelittlespiral]

FML:Relax

From the moment I arrived, I felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb. I had come on vacation to kick back for a few days and get some action, but the resort had nearly no women and was instead populated with almost all men. They seemed like nice guys when I talked to them, certainly my kind of guys with how jacked they were. Or at least I thought so.

“Hey cutie, wanna come spend some time with daddy?”

“A newbie! Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle and sweet with you.”

“You looking to top or bottom?”

I realized I must have come on the Gay Days, and the men there were not shy about coming on to me. I tried to politely excuse myself whenever they turned the topic to sex. I spent a lot of time at the pool trying to just relax and have a good time, but it was starting to tick me off.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you here before.”

A man came and sat next to me. He was a scruffy guy, tanned and huge like most of the rest of them. The scent of sunscreen and BO rolled off him. His arms were wrapped in some nerdy tattoos but their size clearly showed he worked out hard. If he wasn’t here this week I would assume him to be a good pick for a gym bud.

“Yeah, first time. Didn’t realize I booked…uh…this week. Not really my scene.”

Something in his demeanor changed. It was hard to describe, but I felt a lot more at ease. He leaned over and began whisper to me,

“If I’m being honest. It isn’t much for me either. But fuck these gay guys know how to party. They’ve got just about anything you could want to take, and basically just pass the shit around. You ever actually tried poppers? I was fucked up bro.”

Maybe it was finally meeting another straight guy but I began relaxing.

He continued, “I got some stashed if you want to swing by and try some shit out.”

Maybe this vacation wouldn’t be such a wash.

I stopped by his room later that afternoon. He greeted me at the door and invited me in as he promised to show off the goods. The room was trashed. The floor was strewn with dirty shirts, shorts, and jockstraps. Shot glasses and beers were stuck to the tables. The bed was drenched in sweat. I stepped in and took a seat on the couch, cautions to avoid the mess. He sat down next to me.

“So, what have you got?”

“You now babe,” he said, throwing his arm in the air.

“Whaaaa…haaa” I started before my brain was afloat.

I slowly leaned forward, drawn in by the thick musk that radiated from his pit. I tried to resist but soon my nose was pressed against it as his sweat filled my brain. I tried to pull back but he rested his arm against the back of my head, pinning me as my brain shut down on the fumes. It wasn’t long before my tongue lolled out of my mouth.

“There you go. Relax. Good boy.”

Good boy. It echoed in my brain, bouncing till it was the only thought left. I quivered in anticipation as I continued to drink in his scent and let his hair tickle my face.

“Yeah, lap it up big boy. This is right where you belong. It was designed just for you, to trap guys and help them fit in a bit more.”

What did he mean by that? But as he told me to lap it up, it was no longer good enough to just smell. I gave a hesitant lick. It only took one as his sweat swam across my mind. All functionality shut down as I worshipped that pit. As I did, I began to feel a change. Deep within an itch, a need developed. A need to be desired by this man… no. To be desired by men. Any who would have me. I felt a new power flow through me, a revitalized energy and strength. He pulled my dumbstruck face out of his pit and gave my hair a quick tousle. His hand glided down my cheek to my chin, and with a firm flick of his wrist pulled my lips to his. He pressed my face to his in a deep kiss as new memories filled my mind. Memories of long nights dancing and drinking at bars. Days working out getting shredded before hitting the sauna for some fun. Of pride parades and glitter in my beard. The longer he kissed me the more I felt myself grow completely comfortable in his arms. I belonged here, with all the hottest guys living it up for a week at the resort. I had been coming here for years to show off, party hard, and fuck into the early morning. My old self was being flushed away, leaking out of my cock, while the new personality filled in the gaps.

My body began to change where his hands brushed over my body. Arms swelled as biceps grew to mounds on my arms. Pecs hung heavy with muscle. Thighs and legs sent slow rips through my shorts until they had burst through, leaving my swelling cock to fight the jockstrap underneath. Feet inched across the floor as my toes curled from the strain. Every inch writhed beneath his touch. He pulled me back to inspect me.

“Damn you’re turning out well, some of my finest work.”

I mumbled in agreement, still stuck in a state of ecstasy as I felt new power surging through me. “Time to seal the deal.”

He slid his jock down, and the full force of his sweat and musk sent my brain swimming. I couldn’t resist as he slid his cock down my open throat, balls deep, and began face fucking me. As his bush filled my nostrils, pre slid down my throat in a steady stream. I felt warm all over, as a deep tan set in. I had come to this resort for years and loved sunbathing and showing off my muscles. The heat persisted, turning to a sweat, the sweat turning to a deep funk. It was the same smell invading my mind and body as he continued to thrust, deeper as my body adjusted to years of sucking men off. It felt like no surprise as a dusting of hair covered my pecs, then pushed down my stomach before my shaved down bush exploded. My pits filled in to better capture my own smell, and keep me just a little high on my own supply.

“Fuck yeah little bro, you’re gonna be so good out there.”

He slipped a hat over my head, and my mind filled with a new purpose. To kick back at this resort and fucking party. To feel pride in who I was and become one of the community. But, most importantly, to grow the tribe and bring more guys into the fold. I felt his cock tense in my mouth as my mind slowed down to accept my place as a gay god, to worship my bros and be worshiped. As thick ropes shot down my throat, I felt strong. I smelt rank. And I was fucking home.

The next day, a new guy showed up to the resort. Skinny, shy, out of place. I came over to talk with him.

“First time here, bro?”

“Yeah, not quite sure I belong.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. Throwing my arm behind my head. My musk caught his attention as his eyes began glazing over, “Why don’t I show you around?”

“Ye…yeah…yeah.”

“Don’t worry,” his face was soon resting in my pit, and I saw his muscles twitch with anticipation, “you’re gonna fit right in bro.”

[emoisthenewemu]

Èxtasis ~ Hanta Sero x Reader

Hispanic! Hanta Sero x Hispanic! Reader

PART 1 HERE

YALL I ATE THIS TF UP FOR EVERYONE WHO’S BEEN WAITING I THINK IT WAS WORTH IT

Summary: Months after hooking up with the sexy hispanic man of your dreams at a baile, you are invited to one of his college parties. You missed him, bad.

Wc: 9.2k (sorry!)

Cw: AU! w no powers, porn w plot!, p in v, College AU! Hanta, SMUTT, dirty talk, drinking, weed smoking, spanish-speaking, reader and sero display hoe behavior, the two of them are DOWN BADD for each other, a HINT of breeding kink mb, unsafe sex

CHARACTERS ARE 21+ MDNI

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Hanta Sero has not had a girlfriend since High School. He told himself there would be no point in dating in College. He was too busy studying, doing internships. He did not have time for a relationship. Plus, he's young and handsome. Girls have always liked him and it was always fairly easy to get a bit of attention from them. He never tried very hard in that department, the hookups came to him. But ever since he met you, months ago at that stupid baile he cannot seem to get you out of his head. It pisses him off, he audibly groans whenever you send a text. Yet he whines even more when you don't text back, he'll even double text to get an answer from you. He calls you every morning, stalks your socials religiously, every time a dude comments on one of your posts he goes straight to their profile, scoffing loudly at the douches you seem to attract.

Denki says Sero is one of the douches but Hanta disagrees. He likes you, really. He just does not want a relationship right now.

However, if he were to get in one (which is just a hypothetical-of course!) then it would be with a girl like you. Someone sweet and pretty. A girl his mom would actually approve of.

"You should tell her to come up during break man" Denki suggests, peering over Hanta's shoulder which is watching your story. "Invite her to our party"

He shuts off his phone, trying to act like he was not just caught stalking your account for what felt like the hundredth time. The guys all make fun of him for it-and he tells them to shut the fuck up. "Nah..." Hanta sighs, rubbing his head at how screwed he would be if you showed up to their annual spring break bash. He would love to party with you again, get a chance to see you dance something other than a Huapango. You know how you to move your hips-he can only imagine the way you might grind on him to some shitty house music should you show up. But it is that very same reason he cannot allow you to come because then he would have to answer to the handful of girls he'd been hooking up with since Freshman year. "Not if I wanna get caught the fuck up"

Plus he'd hate to embarrass you. Or have you see him for the hoe he truly is. You think he's a nice guy-he will leave it at that.

"Quit bein' a dumbass and invite her! Not like you fucked anyone since you came back" Bakugo casually drops himself into the conversation, plopping onto the couch beside Sero. "Right?"

"Right" Hanta sighs again because yes, it's true. He has not even texted a girl that wasn't you or Mina since visiting home. Since meeting you. He's not sure why, they just don't really interest him anymore. He knows what he wants, and you are too far to indulge in that desire.

"Holy shit Bakugo's right! You haven't even kissed anyone! That's a new record!" Denki laughs, scrolling through his phone as he takes a hit of his pen.

"Shut the hell up. Make it sound like I'm a man-whore or something"

The way they look at him makes Sero roll his eyes. He guesses he should not be so surprised his friends seem to think the worst of him. It's what they do best. "You're almost there bro...starting to catch up with Bakugo's numbers"

Katsuki grumbles, flipping Denki off as he texts some girl back who has been swiping up on his story for weeks. The irony is not lost on him.

And before Hanta can keep playing dumb his phone begins to ring, your cute little contact photo pops up. A picture he took of you on facetime, mouth open as you slept comfortably in bed. But yeah, Hanta's definitely not obsessed with you. Looking back at the contact name he smiles-Hermosa😍'. He stands up to answer the phone but it seems his two friends have other plans .

Denki grabs the phone in one swift motion, immediately running up the stairs as Bakugo tackles Hanta back into the couch. They wrestle for a bit but it is obvious from the very beginning-Hanta is going nowhere any time soon. He can hear Denki laughing on the phone, joking around with you-he asks what you're wearing and Sero has to fight the urge to lunge after him for even trying to flirt with you. Joking or not, Denki's gonna get what's coming to him.

"Stop talking to her dumbass!" Sero's voice is muffled due to his face being pressed into the couch. Katsuki is practically sitting on top of him by this point.

Kaminari is giggling and quite literally twirling his hair as he talks to you. He goes further up the stairs as Hanta fights for his life. Then a few minutes later, Denki sets the phone down of the coffee table, anxious eyes waiting for the second Katsuki gets off of their lovestruck friend. And when Hanta finally does break free he chases Kaminari around their house, shoving through every door, throwing him into walls before he finally gets a good grip on him. Bakugo does nothing but sit and watch.

Later that night when Sero calls you, lying comfortably in his bed, practically kicking his feet in excitement at the sound of your sweet voice all he can think about is what Denki may have told you. But he doesn't bring it up because his mind is still not decided. It's not that he does not want to see you (that's not the case at all), he'd just hate to throw you right in the middle of all his mess. You deserve better than that. At the same time, he would absolutely love to show you off in front of all his college friends. The girls (and Bakugo) especially.

"Can I ask you something?" You question, doing your skincare routine on the other side of the phone. Hair pulled back, face all greased up with product as you use a jade roller on your face. He probably wouldn't think you're so cute if he could see you now. Or maybe he would.

"Dime" He's on his back, staring up at his ceiling-he doesn't realize the heavy beating of his heart until it drums against the fingers on his chest. He's down bad for you. He hates it. All he can imagine is what your room looks, he's seen it a few times on FaceTime. It looks so comfy and clean, it probably smells good. Your bed is fluffy and full of stuffed animals, what he would give for the chance to cuddle up with you.

"Is there a reason you didn't tell me about your party? I mean I don't really care if there is I just thought it was weird Denki invited me and not you"

Sero sighs, fuck. Should he be honest? And possibly taint the image you have of him in your head. Or should he lie? Which would likely set off another string of lies and then your situationship would be built off of something that's not even true. Things built on lies never last, he is painfully aware of the fact. And he is not ready to say goodbye to you any time soon. So he puts on his big boy pants, it's how he knows he genuinely likes you. If you were someone else he would lie without second thought. "I mean....there's just some shit I'm kinda embarrassed of. I want you to go! I really do it's just....complicated"

"Mhmm" You nod, eyes narrowing because you are not naive. You know men by now. "You trying to hide me or something?"

He laughs weakly. "M'not trying to hide you"

"So what is it? You're embarrassed of me?!"

"No!" He pinches the bridge of his nose, shit. He can't remember the last time he had to explain himself like this. It's why he hates having a girlfriend, life is easier when you're single. "Just don't want you to think anything bad of me. I feel like we have a good thing going. Don't need to fuck it all up"

You laugh. "Ohh okay I think I get it. You're being a little sucio and don't wanna introduce me to all your hoes"

"Oh my goddd not even" He sighs, rubbing his face. "Y'know I don't talk to girls anymore. Not since I met you.."

He sounds like he means it. His voice gets quiet towards the end, as saying it out loud makes it all feel real. He sounds afraid almost, that's how you know he is being truthful. "Yeah me neither, I haven't talked to any guys"

Except for the one you made out with last week but that's not really important. He means nothing. "Hanta, you can tell me the truth. I won't judge you or anything"

"Yeah?" He asks and you confirm, yes-you will not get upset at whatever he has to say. It's not like he's your boyfriend although you aren't completely opposed to the idea. "I got with a lot of girls before you...most of them will probably be there. They might try and say some shit to you"

You remain quiet for a while, for a moment he is afraid you are going to just hang up and never talk to him again. Block him on everything and move on. "You lead them on?"

"No, was never serious with any of them. There's this one girl who keeps texting me and I haven't answered. She's the one I'm mostly worried about"

"Well that's it? I can handle that estupido! Just promise you won't make me look dumb and flirt with them right in front of my face!"

"Oh nah I'd never do that. If i'm inviting you then you're mine. Gonna show you off to everyone mamas"

You laugh, finally at ease. You really thought it was gonna be worse than that. You'd be lying if you said you would not be in a similar situation should you invite him to one of your friend's parties. "Aw Hanta! We both aint shit!" You giggle and he can finally laugh too.

You're so cool, he should have known it would be okay. Now he's excited more than anything to have you over. He also cannot stop but think about the fact that he'll finally have you in his bed, not the back seat of his pickup. Maybe he'll get you flowers, try and be a little romantic before he rearranges your guts. It's all he can think about.

"Is it okay if my friend Kiri comes too?"

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It's the night of the party and you have yet to arrive, Hanta checks his phone every five seconds to see if you've texted saying you're there yet. Even as a few people begin to show up, Denki setting up the music as Mina and a few other girls start to make some drinks all he can do is stare out the window. Waiting for you rather impatiently, he is interrupted by Denki shoving a beer into his hands.

"C'mon loverboy, she'll be here soon" He drags his friend into the kitchen to do some shots. Anything to get him from moping around and kill the vibe before it's even started.

The party started two hours ago and you are barely about to pull up. Thanks to Kirishima, who forgot to check his tires before the two of you left for what was supposed to a cute little road trip. It turned into sitting on the side of the road for an hour while you waited for his brother to bring the spare that should have been in the trunk already. So yeah, you're annoyed, whole body turned the opposite way as you look out the window. Ejirou spares a few glances towards your way, sighing when he realizes you still refuse to look at him.

"Im sorry dude" He pushes your shoulder and you groan, pushing your body up closer to the door.

"Don't touch me dumbass"

"Brooo, we're gonna go party! And you're gonna see your mans. Lighten up!"

You scoff, arms crossed as you finally look at him. "Yeah hopefully he's not fucked up already with his tongue down some girl's throat!"

Kiri rolls his eyes. "So dramatic. We're literally here"

Your head perks up as you look out at the row of cars taking up either side of the street. You giggle excitedly, clapping your hands together as you pull your phone out to call Hanta. Only problem is that he doesn't answer, you see a group of people heading into a house which you rightfully assume to be the party. You slap your best friend's shoulder, encouraging him to slow down. "Im getting down! Byee"

And before he can even protest you are hopping out of the car. You fix your little short shorts, flipping your hair a few times as you go for the mini perfume in your pocket and lip gloss. You pull out your phone to check yourself out in the camera, pulling your shirt down a bit to make sure one of your best assets are on display. You give a little kiss to the camera, to yourself as a bit of encouragement before trying to call Hanta again.

Sero is upstairs putting Midoriya to bed. It seems the green haired boy partied a little too hard a little too fast. And to save him the embarrassment of throwing up in front of half the school, Hanta scooped him up before it could get any worse. He sets a trash can down beside the bed, ridding him of the shirt now covered in jungle juice. He pats Izuku's head. "Gonna head back downstairs man. Stay here, kay?"

"Yer a good friend" Is all the inebriated boy can stutter out and Hanta laughs.

"I know" He shuts the door behind him, crossing the hall to go and grab a blunt from his dresser. He's been waiting for you, only took one shot and is currently babysitting his second beer. When you get here, then the fun can really start. He saw your texts about what happened, how sorry you are but he's just happy you're still coming. He thought you'd cancel for sure. Placing the blunt behind his ear, he is careful not to squish it with the viper sunglasses which sit atop his head. Fuck, he just wishes you were here already. Digging his hand into his pocket, his eyes widen.

Where the fuck is his phone?

You look around like a lost puppy, quickly dodging a few drunk people who come hurling downstairs. Finding a spot against the wall you try and call Hanta again, listening to the dial tone as you search for anyone you might recognize. Kaminari and Mina are nowhere to be seen. You sigh as Hanta's voicemail rings through your ears.

"Hey, you want a drink?"

A blonde guy goes up to you. He has spiky hair and towers over you as you realize you have seen him on a few of Sero's snap stories. He's pretty cute. You think Hanta's cuter though. "Uhhhh" Your eyes scan the crowd again, you shield them from the whole light show they have going on. Clearly, they are no strangers to throwing big parties. "Yeah sure"

"Want me to make it for you?"

You narrow your eyes, you know better than to say yes to that. And then you chuckle when you read his shirt; 'I Heart Latinas'. "Nah just show me what you got"

He nods and you follow him through the crowd, you notice the way people just seem to move out the way when they see him coming. It's nice, much better than having to shove your way through. "I like your shirt by the way" You compliment when you reach the kitchen, he hands you a red solo cup.

He looks down, smiling as he suddenly remembers what it says. "Oh yeah...Kaminari got em' for all of us"

You giggle, it makes sense. "Aw well we appreciate the love"

He smiles, showing off his perfectly straight teeth before showing you the plethora of mixers they have. There's two whole buckets of ice, some jungle juice. Bottles, beers, seltzers, just about anything you can think of. You settle on some jungle juice, he promises it's good and you are about to bring it to your lips when you pause. You raise an eyebrow curiously. "Hold on...this shit's not like laced is it?!"

"The hell kinda party you think this is?!" The blonde clearly takes offense, face scrunching up. You laugh, shrugging your shoulders.

"I dunno but you always gotta be careful" You defend yourself. He takes a step closer, pouring himself a cup and takes a long, exaggerated sip. You laugh at the theatrics. "Okayy I believe you"

He extends his cup out to cheers, you tap it lightly with your own before taking a big chug. Squealing in delight when you realize it actually tastes pretty good. "Not bad!"

His eyes scan you up and down, checking you out a bit as someone scoots past the two of you. You have to step a bit closer to him to let them through. "I got class with you or something? You look familiar"

"Oh no I don't even live out here. I'm supposed to be meeting my friend but he won't answer his phone"

Bakugo's face drops, mumbling a small 'shit' under his breath. "Sero?" You nod excitedly at the mention of his name. Of fucking course, the first cute girl he decides to try and talk to is his housemate's date. "Yikes I gotta go"

"What?! Why?!"

"You're Sero's girl...can't do my boy like that" He shakes his head.

"Ugh" You groan, trying to look around for him again. "Will you at least help me find him?"

"Sure thing" Katsuki nods. "Let's go ask Denki if he's seem him anywhere" He extends a beefy arm out to guide you through the crowd. You are about to grab it but that just happens to be the moment your best friend finds you. With someone he knows all too well.

"Katsuki?!" Kirishima calls out excitedly, completely ignoring you.

"Kirishima?! Man, the hell are you doing out here?!" They look like two kids in a candy store, dapping each other up a bit too excitedly. They do the classic 'bro-hug', you roll your eyes because all you want is so find Sero and get the party going.

"Im friends with Yn! Im sleeping on your couch tonight man!" They dap each other up again and you groan. Of course Kirishima knows him-he knows everybody. They both decide this calls for a shot and before you can argue, the guy you now know as Katsuki shushes you.

"Fuck Sero! Come take a shot with us, pretty girl!"

Well, you can't say no to that. So you follow and after throwing the first one back with ease, Ejirou convinces you that you need another one. You smile, this is why you brought him out here-he knows how to party. Always your partner in crime you accept, this time you let Bakugo pour a shot of the Buzzball right in your mouth, Kiri records it all for snap.

And as you are recuperating from the back-to-back shots you spot him, in the corner with a fucking girl. One of his arms is up against the wall, basically trapping her up against it. His free hand moves as he talks, hanging his head in what seems to be exasperation. It looks like they are arguing, you furrow your brow as you watch. Could it be that girl he was warning you about? Was it more serious than he let you believe?"

"Bro! Give me my phone back!" Hanta pleads, arguing with a drunk girl is never fun. Especially when it's one you hooked up with months prior and she has now stolen your phone with no intent of handing it back.

Unless you reach in her back pocket, where her hands cautiously guard the device. "I told youuu where it iss" She slurs and Hanta sighs, rolling his eyes as he looks for anyone that can help. He has Mina in mind specifically.

"M'not fucking reaching back there!" He shakes his head. "This shit's not cute, you know? It's annoying!"

She giggles, obviously not in the right state of mind to listen to anything he has to say. He looks around and spots you, sipping a drink and staring right at him. You're in between Bakugo and your friend that you've told him so much about. You look pissed, head cocked to the side when you realize he's finally spotted you.

His eyes widen, looking back down at the girl he now realizes he may be standing a bit too close to. He can imagine how it looks, it's going to be hard to explain this one. But he gives up on his phone, body immediately moving towards you. Like a magnet, he makes his way through the crowd, chest buzzing in excitement although you may not feel the same way about him.

"Hermosa!" He calls out when he's close enough, he tries to give you a hug but you refuse, arms crossed and completely closed off to him. "I'm so sorry this dumb girl stole my phone! I was just trying to get it back, I promise! Been waiting for you"

He hangs his head low, slowly scooting closer as your body language remains the same. You turn away when he tries to go in for a kiss, his lips land on your cheek. "Mi princesa don't be like that. M'sorry if you called. I dunno how she got my phone, must have left it down here"

He hugs your waist, dropping his forehead to your shoulder as you sigh. "Come onnnn" He whines.

You crack a smile, running a hand up his back and through his hair. "Te extrañé" And you look down at his shirt, one that is matching with Bakugo's. 'I Heart Latinas'. "You wear this for me?" You joke.

"Mhm" He nods smugly, his stomach has butterflies now that you're here. "Let's take a shot, been waiting for you preciosa"

You nod excitedly. "Mkay" You attempt to make your way back to the drinks but he pulls you back. Blocking your body with his, he pushes you up against the counter.

"Besitos first" He's practically pouting, grabbing your chin and leaning in so close you can smell the mint gum he had previously been chewing. "Since you wouldn't give me any before"

Perhaps you should fight him a little longer, make him work for it. But you've been waiting for this moment for hours (weeks actually). Anxiously making up scenarios the whole car ride over as you ached to feel his lips on yours again. You give in, placing a quick yet feverish kiss on his lips. Your tongue swipes his bottom lip but pulls away before he can do anything about.

He chuckles lowly, it reverberates deep within his chest as he gets even closer, hips pushing right into yours. "Qué coqueta" He says it so quietly that the music drowns him out but you are far too preoccupied by his lips meeting yours again. They move in sync, a hand grips you by the hair as his tongue invades your mouth. He melts into your touch, suddenly forgetting all about the party as he is too focused on how addictive your lips taste. He's impatient, having thought about this moment far too much. A hand grips at your hips, rolling it against his with no shame. He swallows the whimper that leaves your throat, not even caring to stop when someone taps his shoulder a few times.

It's only when they yell his name that he turns his head away from you, bottom lip red and swollen. "Huh?!" He asks, rather annoyed.

"Now that your girl's here we gotta take a shot, man!" Kaminari has suddenly appeared, abandoning his post as the DJ. A matching 'I Heart Latinas' shirt with the rest of his friends. "She like the shirts?!"

"I love them!" You shout, popping your head out from behind Hanta.

"I want one!" Kirishima says, making you roll your eyes.

You do a cheers, taking shots of Patrón (Patronskis as you so lovingly call it). Setting off the rest of the night, you look around and smile-so relieved to finally be back in Sero's presence. You've been waiting to let loose and as you watch Hanta light up the blunt you look over at your best friend who seems to be having fun. You give a thumbs up, because your mission has been accomplished-you almost feel bad for yelling at him so much earlier. But he clearly has no hard feelings because he shoots you one back, a cheesy smile on his face. Now, the real fun can begin.

You keep it cute and classy, pacing yourself because you have every intent of making it through the whole night. You want to cherish every moment, most of the party is spent dancing and grinding on Sero on the dance floor. Although you are sure he doesn't mind, he looks amazed really, as you throw it back on him. He couldn't care less about his phone anymore, his friends are taking videos anyways. They'll definitely be sending them to him tomorrow. DJ Denki is playing bangers, the drinks have yet to run out and you are having a great time.

That's what matters the most to him, how happy you look. Going back between giggling at the unexpected duo that is Bakugo and Kirishima-you swear your friend has gotten at least four girl's numbers and dancing with Mina-who drunkenly hugs you as the music plays. Slow dancing to a song which has probably never been slow danced to. "You're so fuckin' pretty I love you!" She hiccups, giggling when she catches herself. "Fuck I need to stop drinking"

You agree and go sit down with her for a while, sure to share a bottle of water between the two of you. Hanta watches you with a soft smile from the other side of the toom, not even pretending to care about whatever story Monoma is yapping about. You just look so good right now, it takes everything in him to not just throw you over his shoulder and bring you upstairs to fuck you stupid.

Mina's head is on your shoulder, you finish the rest of the water bottle feeling surprisingly okay. Sure, you're drunk but the room isn't spinning the way you thought it would be by now. You don't feel gross, or sick. You feel hot more than anything.

"You're a really cool girl Yn. I hope Sero stops fucking around and asks you out" It's the most sober Ashido has sounded since you've arrived.

"You really think he'd do that?" You ask, a bit in disbelief that this could ever be anything serious. You feel like it is quite obvious that whatever the two of you are doing has no labels attached to it. He lives an hour and a half away, not too far but at the same time it isn't ideal. He's also mentioned before that he was not really looking for a girlfriend anyways, you did not take it to heart because at the time you felt the same way. But for some reason, things feels different now.

"Y'knoww" Mina stops, clearly in thought as she tries to put the words together. "He looks happy when he talks t'you. Gets super excited when you call. It's cute" She giggles, thinking back on how it is quite rare to ever see him get flustered in any way. "Just sayin"

Later, while the party dies down you find yourself on a stool by the kitchen counter, watching Sero attempt to find Kaminari's vape. Someone stole it! (He swears). Although he is not trying very hard because every few seconds he stops to give you a kiss, give your skin a little pinch, ask if you're okay. Every time you giggle and say you are, that he should stop asking.

He has successfully searched the entire kitchen and found nothing. He decides he's done his part as a friend. It is time to turn the attention back to you. He finds his place between your thighs, spreading them apart to fit his broad body in between. Your arms rest on his shoulders, gazing up with the cutest look in your eye. You want him as bad as he wants you, he can tell.

"You still okay?" He questions for the millionth time that night, nose bumping into yours.

"I'm good" You chuckle, nibbling at his bottom lip. He groans, thankful that the music is still playing to drown it out.

"So pretty" He compliments, looking you up and down as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. Finally, his lips crash against yours, hungrier than ever before. Not caring who could be near, he is too lost in the sensation of your tongue rolling against his. A hand guides the back of your head, making it impossible for you to pull away. When a hand squeezes your thigh you squeal, pulling your lips apart and looking down. You rest your head on his chest, trying to catch your breath. "Wanna go upstairs hermosa?"

You nod wordlessly, hopping down from your seat with his help. Your hands don't leave one another until the door slams shut behind you, a loud click as he locks it behind the two of you. And no less than a second later he pushes you against the door, too impatient to drag you all the way over to the bed. "Yn...fuck" He pants, so desperate to feel you. Hands rake up and down your body, squeezing whenever it feels necessary. His lips latch onto your neck, his leg settling between your thighs as he lets you rest against it. Oh so slowly moving your hips back and forth. "Need you. Been needing you" His mouth waters as he kisses down your chest, pulling your shirt up to kiss at your tummy as he begins to kneel.

His head goes down to kiss your legs, he licks a stripe up your calf and it makes you shudder. "Gonna taste you, been thinking about it this whoole time" He groans, pulling down your cute little shorts. A wet spot hugs your lips, seeping through the baby blue material. He mentioned it was his favorite color once, you wanted to surprise him. If only you knew how many times he imagined this very moment and fucked his fist to the thought of it. "M'dying to know how this pretty pussy tastes"

He is pathetic with the way he shoves his face into you without abandon, breathing in your scent and not caring if you think it's weird or not. He pulls your thighs over his shoulders, encouraging you to rest all of your weight in him, he'd like to be suffocated by your pussy if possible. The only thing more pathetic are his moans, the way it vibrates off your core. "Shitshit Hanta" Your mouth agape at the pleasure.

He eats you in a way that is absolutely filthy, sloppily swirling his tongue around your clit. He pulls back to spit on it, to moan, to tell you how good it tastes. When he starts blowing little bubbles on your clit, your hips begin to twitch, jerking erratically to either side involuntarily. It tickles in the most pleasurable way possible. "Ohh Hanta! Your mouth's sooo good-fuck!"

You squeal as his tongue begins to fuck your entrance, shaking his head vigorously as the muscle attempts to stretch you out a bit. Your legs try to close but his head stops them. You begin to rut against him shamelessly, the man continues to moan into your pussy. "Fuckk yeah ride my face baby" He encourages, one of the arms wrapped around your thighs gives it a good smack. "Want me to use my fingers?" He asks hurriedly, as if he cannot stand one second spent away from you.

"Mmm yes please!" You whine, bringing down one of your legs for balance as one of Hanta's hand grips your hip. The other slides two fingers into your hole, face going back up to suckle your clit. You practically scream as he sets a pace, your juices splashing about as his fingers curl inside of you. His hand shaking up and down as he fingers you quickly. He feels your walls clamp down against his digits. "Yess mamas give it to me. Wanna feel you cum on my face"

He's practically begging for it, how could you ever deny him? Your stomach and thighs begin to quiver, hips rolling erratically over his face-not that he minds. It is not long after that your release washes over you, all over Hanta. Hanta who drinks you up like he is dying of thirst, lapping up as much as he can before finally resting back. He looks up at you with dilated pupils, wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his hand. "Thank you" He says earnestly.

You laugh, fixing your underwear as he stands up. "I should be thanking you" Your heart is practically beating out of your chest, shaky thighs as he leads you to the bed. You push him on his back, climbing on top of him and throwing off his shirt with no regard as to where it ends up.

You run a single nail down his chest, smiling when he twitches as it reaches his stomach. He giggles, body jerking to the side. "Ah! That tickles" And then you pinch his nipple, he practically squeals and you laugh again. "You're a freak" He teases.

"Says the one all spread out for me" Running a nail down his collarbone you go down to kiss it. Chasing the path with your tongue, he audibly groans. His hands fumble with your bra, pulling it off to leave you in nothing but panties.

Squeezing and pulling at your nipples, his hips jerk up when you pick a spot on his chest to suck on. You'd like to leave some evidence, teeth biting down softly as you get off on the thought of claiming him as your own.  His breath catches in his throat, a hand slides down to smack your ass before pulling it down on him-desperate for any type of friction. And upon feeling his hardened length through his shorts you know exactly what you want to do. You slide your head down, kissing down the middle of his abdomen, stopping to run your tongue down his happy trail. He shudders in anticipation.

You look up at him one more time, he silently takes note of how fucking pretty you look right now. Taking a handful of your hair, he helps you gather it all away from your face. Wasting no time in shimmying down his shorts, his swollen cock springs out, slapping his stomach as your mouth fills with saliva. You almost forgot how pretty his cock is. Starting at the bottom of the shaft, you run your tongue up the side, bringing the head into your mouth when you reach the top.

And when you go deeper he lets out a breathy moan, suddenly remembering the hand in your hair as he helps guide you down. Eyebrows furrowed in pure concentration as he watches his cock disappear into your mouth. "Shitt baby....got such a pretty mouth" Pools of spit gather at either side of your mouth, head bobbing up and down as you set a pace. Trying to breathe when you can but it becomes harder every time his bulbous head reaches the back of your throat. If you weren't so turned on, so focused on every sweet sound exiting the man's throat you definitely would have pulled away sooner for some air to breathe. Your fingers reach out to play with his balls, using whatever spit had dribbled down from the messy way you continue to guzzle up his cock.

"So fucking good for me" He compliments, petting the side of your head as you suck him off shamelessly. Gagging and moaning noises fill the room. "My godd you're a good fucking cocksucker, huh? Been thinking about this dick haven't you baby?"

You let out a muffled, desperate 'mhmmm'. The vibrations send chills down Hanta's spine as his hips begin to fuck your throat. You push through, although every instinct in your body tells you to pull away. Every time you feel like it's a little too much he lets out a slutty moan that reminds you of why you're here in the first place. He's so hot, you're down fucking bad for Hanta Sero. His hairs tickle your nose each time his hips meet your face, one of your hand claws at his thigh before tears begin to form. A crying, slobbering, sweaty mess is what you become, some pieces of hair find a way to slip through-Hanta pulls them back. Grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail he guides you up and down his long shaft, toes clenching and curling with the way you run your tongue along the bottom. And when you bring a finger, gathering some spit before going to rub that sensitive little spot behind his balls he lets out a loud groan. "Ohh fuck yeah" Dark brown eyes blown out in pure lust as he watches you intently.

And finally, a complete fucking mess-you pull off of him, coughing and gagging as you try to catch your breath. Sero's breathing heavily, closing his eyes as he already begins to reminisce on the feeling of your mouth around him. For once, he thanks God for all of the drinks he had. He would have came ages ago without them. "Did so good pretty girl. Fuckk that felt so good" He laughs, cheesing up at the ceiling. Damn, he missed you.

Springing up in his spot, he lays down longways, pulling you with him before placing his mouth back on yours. A hand goes down to jerk him off, he bites your lip as a reaction. Mumbling something about how good you are, his tongue slips back into your mouth. He's on his side, pulling a leg over his hip to have you closer to him. One of his hands goes to grab your ass, slapping and squeezing as he pleases. "Gonna fuck you so good mi reina" Smacking his lips against yours, you smile into the kiss. Yeah, he definitely missed you. "Mi hermosa linda"

"Pleaseee handsome" You speak into his mouth. "Fuck me. Been waiting to feel you again"

And as he's reaching over into the nightstand, searching for a condom a knock at the door interrupts the two of you. He groans, trying to ignore it as he slams the drawer shut hurriedly. But soon the knocks get closer to bangs until a voice shouts from the other side of the door.

"Hantaa! Open the door! I still have your phone"

Sero smacks his lips, pissed off that this fucking girl is even back in the first place. He was hoping she'd sober up and be embarrassed about whatever took place earlier and leave it with Mina or something. "Just leave it out there! M'fucking busy!"

Your eyes dart back and forth between him and the door, he goes to rip the condom open with his teeth. Ready to just roll it on and begin fucking you right there. "Hold on" You stop him, placing a hand on his chest as you start to get out of the bed. You're going to just go and snatch it from her, put an end to it all. But he gets ahold of your wrist, bringing you back to bed.

"Nuh-uh" He clicks his tongue, positioning your body below him. Tugging your underwear down hastily, he wastes no time in trapping you beneath his arms. "You're staying right here princess" One of his fingers brushes a piece of hair behind your ear, soft as ever. Then, he kisses a spot on your cheek-you smile up at him, giggling at a few more bangs on the door.

One quick thrust is enough to make you cry out, his curved limb burying itself deep inside. A low growl leaves his chest, full of desire. And he pulls all the way out before snapping his hips back in, you claw at his back. Squealing as your walls adjust to his size, he breathes heavily above you, trying to find it in him to go slow. To let you get all settled before he fucking ruins you. His chain is dangling in your face, teasingly, you bite it.

A small moan encourages him, your hands pulling him down by the shoulders to get even deeper. He takes that as the signal to start fucking you the way he really wants to, leaning up a bit and angling his hips before snapping! them back into place. Into your sweet velveteen walls that make his vision go fuzzy. "Ohh fuckk" He lets out a moan of nothing but relief, all the tension in his body oozing away.

His right hand grips you so tight, guiding your hips up to meet his with each powerful thrust. "Mmm yes...feels so good" You whimper.

"Yeah baby?" He leans close into your ear, licking up the shell. "Y'like it? Y'like me?"

"Mhm" You manage to let out, gripping his shoulders even tighter as your fingernails dig crescents into his skin. "You're all I've been thinking about baby" Pausing to gasp at the insane amount of pressure you feel deep within-like you might just split apart. "Like you s'much"

Hanta brings a rushed, eager hand down to shock your clit, rubbing and smudging little hearts into it. Your back almost arches off the bed, it encourages him to pin you down flat on the mattress. He pick both leg up over his shoulder, wrapping an arm around your thighs so that your ass lifts completely off the bed. At an angle, higher than where your head he rests he starts to absolutely drill into you-the bad slamming against the wall. "Ohhh shit ohshit"

Out of instinct, your hand flies out to push his chest away. His mushroom tip violating your insides in a way that makes you squeal, cry and whimper. Shaking your head back and forth you whine. "Too deep Hanta...c-can't"

And he's beginning to sweat, chest undulating as his head cocks to the side-stuck on the way your body twitches in reaction to every little move he does. "Shhh yes you can" He leans forward to press sloppy kisses on your head and face. "Such a good slut for me, huh? Let em all hear how good it feels mi princesa" Capturing your lips into a kiss you whimper again, he folds you in half even more. Knees kissing your chest as it allows his dick deeper than before. Smudging globs of pre inside your most sacred area, absolutely ruining it. His thrusts get harder, almost shaking the whole wall as the headboard slams against it.

"Th-they're gonna hear" You whine, eyes scrunching shut as you zero in on the feeling of his greedy hips taking all you have to offer.

"Yeah I hope they fucking do. Let them know good I treat my sweet girl" He growls, licking at your lips feverishly as he cannot decide if wants to kiss or bite you. He settles on squeezing the sides of your mouth with his available hand, making you open it up more. He does not have to tell you to stick your tongue out before spitting a cool droplet on the limb. "All fuckin' mine. Stupid fuckin Katsuki tryna talk to my girl" He brings his head down to rest in the nape of your neck, a hand goes up to grab the headboard for support-using it to barrel out battering rams that knock every little breath out of you. "Nadie puede tocar, eh? Solo a mí" his words are laced with venom, as if he's proving a point by making you moan and cry out so loud you attempt to cover your mouth with your hand. But he doesn't let you, quick to pull it down. Locking eyes, he looks down at you-the most possessive and almost angry look overcomes him. Shit, he likes you. A lot. He is in far too deep, figuratively and quite literally.

"Mm, come here" You coo, desperate to feel his body directly up against yours agains. "Promise ts'only you"

Sliding down, he nods furiously. Spreading your legs far apart he settles himself between your thighs. Arms slide beneath your shoulderblades, holding you close. His lips pressed right up against your ear. "¿Solo mí?"

"Sí, sí" This position has you seeing stars. Your bawling cunt is almost obnoxious with the way it squelches and talks to him. He wishes he could just put an ear up against it and listen. "Solo tú!" You're on the verge of screaming, hips bucking up everytime his cockhead reaches your g-spot. "Única que quiero bebé..mmm" He kisses you again, sloppily, he moans freely into your mouth.

If only you knew how often he dreamt about this. The many ways in which he imagined it would take place. And now here you are beneath him, close to being absolutely ruined. Rubbing a frosty thumb down your silvery slit, he laughs at how wet you are. He laughs at the way your insides clench around him, as if they never wish to let him go. "Greedy pussy wants me to stay, wants me to live in her" With no warning, a hand goes down to grip your throat, hard.

Your eyes are practically crossed at the delicious mix of pleasure and pain, walls squeezing every bit of life out of him. Not that he minds. He is content staying inside you forever. "Wanna hear her talk to me again" He chuckles, moving his hips in circles just so he can hear the obnoxious pops and cracks and sloshes coming from your juices. "My pretty pussy" His hand remains locked around your throat like a necklace, hips so unforgiving and relentless. "She loooves me" Letting go of the grip on your throat, his hand slides back down to your clit. It's hard to pick just one place to touch you, he wants to feel every bit of flesh imaginable. "Yeah she likes that, huh?"

"Hanta!" You warn, keening at the back of your throat. A pit forms deep in your tummy. You're seeing stars again, vision going in and out as the thrusts slow down but gain more power. Your body ripples with each one, his thick heavy member bullying your poor cervix. A hand tugs hard at his hair, emitting the sexiest moan you can ever imagine.

"Pull it harder" He gasps, barely audible as he picks his hips all the way up before slamming back into you. So when you do, tugging at the roots he lets out moan after moan. Each one deeper with desire. "Please please, feels so fucking good mamas" He does not know what he is begging for but he will continue to do it. "Oh pleaseee cum on my dick, wish I could take this stupid shit off and feel you for realll" And one particular squeeze of your pussy catches him off guard, chest quivering as he fights every urge to blow his load. Through gritted teeth, he says something which probably would have scared you off if you did not like him so much. "Ts'okay though. I'd probably fill this pussy up so much I'd get you pregnant. See you all fuckin' pretty with my baby"

For some twisted, sick reason that is what puts you over the edge. He's rubbing the ridges of his veiny shaft along the deep slope of your pussy, convinced that this is what love feels like. Even if he's not so sure about being in love with you yet, he is certainly in love with her. Your cute pussy that takes him so well it should be a crime, now he has to make you his. He will do whatever it takes so long as you never fuck another man again. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, crying, squealing as you finish around him. Gushing all over his heavy, curved dick. "Am I good for you sweet princess? Wanna be my little toy forever?"

You nod furiously, hoping that this is not him asking to be your boyfriend for real. You are too fucked out, too far gone to even think. "Yes pleaseplease"

He continues fucking you through your orgasm, whole body shaking and twitching as his thrusts grow erratic and sloppy. You forgot how much of a fucking freak he is.

Ugh, he's perfect. His face, his attitude, his jokes. His dick.

That is all you can think as release finally calls his name. He cums impossibly hard. The globe of his swollen head batters out stripes of hot cum as he continues to thrust into you. Syrupy white liquid floods the condom, bloating the top of it. Head bursting with nothing but white-hot pleasure as he moans aloud. "Ohhh godd m'in love with this pussy" He leans down to smooch all over your face, salty with sweat. Too pussydrunk to understand the depth of his words. "And this pretty fuckin' face my god baby" He bites your bottom lip, hips still twitching into overstimulation. "Wanna just keep going. Make you a mess"

He is in so deep, catching the sides of your gooey walls. Every now and then you clench around him, making the both of you whimper. He fucking into you slowly, deliberately as he chases the high that is you. "Más?"

He was not expecting you to say yes but you nod weakly. He grins sleazily, glad to see you are just as desperate for it and depraved as he is. He has every intention of fucking you until either one of you passes out from exhaustion. "Ay mi bonita. Nadie en esta pinche casa está durmiendo. Not til'mdone with my pretty girl. Gonna fuck you til' the birds start chirping"

You giggle as he pulls out, ripping off the condom and reaching over for a new one. But you stop him, grabbing his hand and bringing it back to your throbbing, puffy clit. You can feel your heartbeat in your pussy. "No. Wanna feel you"

He looks at you like he has died and gone to heaven, not even bothering to conceal the amazed look on his face. Yeah, you're his now. Maybe not today but he's getting you fucking pregnant, you're gonna he the mother of his kids. He decides it in that very moment. "You're perfect"

He fucks you until he shoots blanks and you are a quivering shaking mess, not even bothering to check either of your phones that are blowing up from both of your friends (Katsuki and Kirishima) to shut the fuck up. But you don't, fucking one another into pure exhaustion. You finally collapse into each other's arms and sleep naked, bodies tightly pressed together. And when he wakes up he kisses your head, standing up and cleaning you up as much as he can without waking you. He sets a shirt out for you, leaving a little note that he will be back so you can just 'sit pretty and wait'. He also finds his phone.

Ignoring the ache in his head he continues on his mission, maybe it should be more romantic than this. Yet at the same time he does not wish to wait any longer, the idea sprung up into his head first thing in the morning as he watched you sleep, brushing a piece of hair behind your face and watching adoringly. Actually, the possibility first popped into his head as he was fucking you but you don't need to know that. He goes to the only guy in town that sells ramos, begging for one because he knows people usually place their orders weeks in advance. He offers half of the original price as a tip and that seems convincing enough for the dude to sell him one that was practically finished already. It was meant for someone else but hey, the price was right.

He buys food for the two of you, and a little stuffed puppy with big sparkly eyes that remind him of yours. He was going to make a sign but you woke up early enough that he didn't have time for it. So when he walks back into the house with a big bouquet of roses, larger than his head and a little sparkly crown in the middle all the guys-who are seriously hung over and gather around the kitchen counter do a double take.

Even Kirishima, who knows very little about Hanta. He can't help but smile though, you deserve to be spoiled. Even if he was forced to listen to you get your brains fucked out all night as the room spun around him.

Katsuki glares at Sero, arms crossed as he drinks some water. "You stupid, nasty fucker" He spats out, brows furrowed. "Made me listen to you all night"

"That was you?" Midoriya asks incredulously, looking up from the hands that cup his head. The green haired man has seen better days. "Sounded like some animals or somethin"

Sero laughs, not even bothering to be embarrassed. "Yeah my bad"

"You don't sound sorry" Denki grins, probably the most excited out of the bunch. "But shit man I wouldn't either. The fuck'd you do to her?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, freak?" Sero teases.

"Only freak here's you" Bakugo grumbles. "Her too

I guess"

"You're just salty" Hanta rolls his eyes before ascending upstairs. He knows it's all in good fun, he's been forced to listen to his friends hook up with girls countless times. He never said a word about it so it's the least they could do, really. 

He looks so fucking happy bursting into the room, food and presents in hand as he finds you sitting on his bed looking all cute. Messy in the best way as your hair is thrown back in a lazy bun, no makeup and wearing nothing but his oversized t shirt. You squeal at the sight of the flowers, and the food, and the stuffed puppy. You cannot remember the last time a guy even bothered to buy flowers, much less a ramo.

"Buenos días princesa" You throw your arms around his neck, kissing him excitedly as you thank him repeatedly. And he can't help but ask because he is far too impatient. He can't wait for dinner at the fancy place he's taking you tonight. He needs you to be his now.

"¿Quieres ser mi novia?"

[slimmestofshady]

Bad Habits Kill You- pt2

Warnings: Domestic violence (not between you and marsh), mentions of cheating, drug dealing, drug use, mentions of cocaine, guns.

The winter light of the morning peered in through the raggedy shades as you poured the last of the pancake mix into the bowl. Ellie was coloring still in her pajamas with messy hair, the last page of her book, soon you’d have to find something else to occupy her.

Sara bounced joyfully in her play pen, having an adoring smile spread across her innocent face, she was going to be heartbreaker when she grew up that was for sure.

Somehow, same way you were safe for another month from being thrown out on the streets. Marshall brought in two months worth of rent in a week. You hadn’t asked where he’s gotten it from nor did you want to know the answer so long as trouble wasn’t coming around the house and your girls were safe.

The phone ringing reeled you from your thoughts as you set down Ellie’s plate, kissing her on her forehead, mentioning to eat up before picking up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey it’s me..” Fuck, Marshall would kill you right now if he was here, Andre seemed to only fuel his anger. He typically wasn’t a jealous man, but perhaps he was because Andre had his shit together, his business was flourishing and maybe it was a bit odd that he kept you around with how much you had to call off or leave work early.

“I told you, you can’t call here anymore.” You released a breath if relief that he at least called the house phone before the cell you shared with Marshall, surely he would have called by now had Andre called the phone.

“I just wanted to check in, see if you or the girls needed anything, is that so bad? Besides how am i supposed to get ahold of you for extra hours?” Well no it wasn’t so bad, but in Marshall’s eyes it was. Andre was just a man trying to help and that hurt Marshall’s pride, he had never made a move on you personally, regardless of the nice comment he made to Ellie about you. Marshall didn’t need help from another dude, he didn’t want it, he didn’t want help from no one because he knew how it was. People will always want something in return cause of favor, that’s just how this town worked and he wanted no part of it if it meant a threat to his kids. He may be broke but there was another part to Andre he could see that you didn’t.

“Mommy who is that?” Ellie was always so curious as to what was going on around her, not that you blamed her there wasn’t much for her to do around the house anymore.

“Just talking to an old friend baby.” 

Meanwhile Marshall was on the outskirts of town, cig hanging from his lips while his arms crossed waiting on the dude to fuckin show up.

Glancing down at the barely charged phone, the guy still had 5 minutes.

When a conspicuous black car rolled up, Marshall was immediately on edge. That bitch was expensive and aint nobody in this town could afford some shit like that.

When the man rolled down the window he sighed before huffing and puffing.

“What the fuck took you so long bro? I’m out here freezin my fuckin balls off man!” The guy chuckled before getting out of his car. He was an old classmate of Marshall’s but heard about the trouble going around the block near his house. 

“You got what I asked for?” 

“Man, stop playin you know I always gotchu.” They both scanned out the area to ensure no one was around before Charles nodded off toward the car.

Typically he didn’t do this, but with the events at the house, Andre tryna steal his girl and the break in, he had to do something, even if it wasn’t necessarily right.

“Yo you still usin?” This question alone, especially coming out of left field made Marshall suspicious, he didn’t like sharing his shit around town, the less people knew about him the better.

“Depends, who wanna know?”

“Chill man, shit.” He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a little baggy filled with white power.

“I know it ain’t your usual but here take this, it’ll take the edge off and keep you awake to watch yo baby girl, I know you care for her man.” He was hesitant at first, not having tried coke yet but he succumbed to his bad thoughts swiping the bag from the guy and pushing it deep into pant pocket.

He nodded off as a thanks, watching the man get back in his expensive ass car, shit he could only dream about.

Marshall walked through the door, smiling softly at the scene of you and Ellie fast asleep peacefully on the sofa covered in a blanket. Sara was up bouncing around, he was shocked she wasn’t crying or anything hut boy did her smile light up when she saw her daddy. 

He stepped around the creaks on the floor board carefully, setting down an envelope of cash down on the table before swooping up his baby girl delicately.

“Daddy’s here…” He patted Sara on the back softly, pecking her forehead repeatedly.

Her bright blue eyes sparkled in the dim light, reminding Marshall of why he did what he did. She made all the bad days worth it, she was just a piece of the boulder that was his family to keep him sane.

He walked around the room with her, eventually settling in her nursery, pulling out old photos of when your relationship was flourishing. Pointing Sara to herself in each photo. A couple shots of when she was first born in the hospital, Marshall remembering how happy you both were welcoming baby number two into the world.

Another portrait of this past christmas and her big blue eyes wide while she examined one of the stuffed rabbits you got her, her tiny hands grasping at the animal before whimpering.

He sniffed her bum seeing if she needed change but no, perhaps hungry.

Walking into the kitchen he took out the last baby bottle of milk, eventually sitting down on the recliner and reaching for a bib to place below the small of her chin. The room was quiet leaving Marshall alone with his thoughts once again. His eyes settling on your unconscious figure, holding Ellie closely to your chest, the scene washing guilt over him like a hurricane, knowing that he had lied and wasn’t planning on going back to rehab anytime soon. The questions were soon to come about where the cash was coming from and why he wasn’t attending meetings. His focus was on his kids, minimum wage jobs wouldn’t pay shit and he wasn’t about to work in a factory and risk having Andre babysit again, the man’s name fuels every fiber of hatred in his body. His goal was to protect his girls, his woman, that was it but shit there had to be some give in this vicious cycle he was putting himself through.

A knock at the door startled him from his thoughts, jolting you awake while Ellie stirred in her sleep. 

“Who’s at the door?” Your voice was as quiet as a mouse, Marshall passing you Sara in the process as he got up, looking through the shattered window from a fight he had with a guy on the block that went too far.

Looking through the peephole he was blindsided by the sight of his mom and her boyfriend, telling you to stay inside before closing the door softly.

“What I can’t come inside?” He tucked his hands in his pockets, not in the mood for any shit as he shook his head staring blankly at the woman who made him.

“Not with him you ain’t. When’s break up number seven, next week?” She rolled her eyes in response but still smiling softly, her boyfriend on the other hand already on edge. They’d never gotten along and they never will, Marshall still blamed him for being the reason his ma got into drugs. 

“My little rabbit, so full of testosterone. I just came to bring Ellie and Sara their presents, is that so bad?” If she stole them yeah it was, he had enough shit going on here he didn’t want to add more to the list. Instead of arguing with her, he grabbed the bag from her hand, checking the gifts for any pricetags or names on them but not finding anything.

“I told you I’m better now.” She looked back at her boyfriend who was staring off into the distance, kicking rocks and broken pieces of glass around.

Peaking through the window, you saw her taking a seat on the step. Glancing down at Sara who was falling asleep against your chest, you quickly but quietly put her down in her crib before swinging the door open, scaring her up from the wooden step, causing her to drop her cigarette in the process.

“I have two sleeping girls in here so if you are here to start shit, respectfully, please leave. I-“

“I’m handling it aight? Go back inside.” You shot daggers at Marshall before ignoring his request and coming out the door with your hands at your hips unimpressed at her bold attempt to think she could reconcile.

“Y/N, I was just bringing them their gifts, that’s it.”

“What nearly two months past?” She knew there was no getting on your good side after everything that happened when you were pregnant with Sara.

Marshall wanted to hear his mother out but at the same time was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He hadn’t forgotten about her actions and would never forgive her for that but he just wanted to keep the peace for right now. He held his ground asking her to leave once more when no further words were exchanged between you, that was when her boyfriend Carl stepped in, as if he were in a position too.

“Look, don’t act like you two are perfect people or perfect parents. People fuck up, who would no more about fuck ups than you Marshall right? That’s why your kid’s such a fuckin spoiled brat, why you living in a broke down trailer and workin the block right?” Marshall didn’t notice your questioning expression, instead pushing past his mom and grasping at his hoodie, tackling him to the ground before throwing a ruthless punch. Carl missing the second hit and slapping him across the face. You and his mom rushed over to break up the fight but they were stronger than both of you put together.

The low life, waste of space grasped at Marshall’s collar both of them grunting and yelling before he pushed him through the door, Marshall’s back hitting the old, raggedy carpet jolting your kids awake.

“Get off of him!” You yanked at Carl’s collar and his natural response regardless of you gender was to swing back at you, only for that to be the tipping point of Marshall playing nice.

He forced his head up nudging into Carl’s forehead roughly before taking back control, straddling his mother’s boyfriend and punching into his face relentlessly.

“Don’t you ever lay a hand on my fucking girl!” Finally pulling Marshall off of him, Carl stood up hastily, grasping his jaw and wiping at the blood on his face.

“C’mon, let’s go..” Carl didn’t move still shooting daggers at Marshall as his heavy ragged breaths  and bloody nosy made it obvious who won this fight.  With eyebrows raised and crossing your arms, irritation set in as you were exactly right somehow, someway this would turn into trouble, it always has when it came to those two.

“Whatever, enjoy your fuckin miserable life with your two bastards and whore of a girlfriend. I’m sure she’d let me tap that anytime, isn’t that right sweetheart?” He winked at you, Marshall jolting forward to hit him again but your hands rested on his shoulder pulling him back to reality.

“This isn’t worth it, he isn’t worth it baby..” The elephant in the room became obvious to his mother, knowing that now it was best to leave. Nothing was improving and Carl was trying to be a better man but all her little rabbit did was antagonize him in her eyes.

When they finally left and the door closed, the screen fell off the hinge, yet another thing to repair, just what you needed.

Marshall was hit with a wave of emotions when he saw his little girl cowering under the table, tears rushing down her heated cheeks while she covered her ears from the fighting.

He got down to her level on his hands and knees, softening his facial features to ensure her he meant no harm and the fighting was done.

“Baby c’mere. They’re gone, it’s alright, it’s okay.” Her little bottom lip quivered, her body shaking from the frightening scene. Her daddy was scary when he was mad but he’d never, ever lay a hand on her. After a moment she slowly crawled over to him, grasping at his shirt while she continued to weep into the crook of his neck.

You rushed to a screaming and crying Sara, cradling her close to your chest while your hand rubbed soothing, delicate circles into her little back, cooing endless reassurances that her mommy was here and everything was okay now.

You and Marshall exchanged a look of grief and sorrow mixed with a hint of aggravation that it was the same old shit on a different day. Were your girls ever going to grow up without the chaos and the hurdles life seemed to hit you with repeatedly.

This wasn’t the right time to discuss your relationship problems at the moment, instead setting the bullshit aside and focusing on your girls.

After getting them settled, Marshall walked to the corner store, picking up some dino nuggets and orange juice for their dinner, finally getting them to relax.

Once Ellie was occupied nearly crashing on the couch, you noticed Marshall still sitting at the kitchen table with his headphones on and a paper and pen in hand, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander about the money situation, how was he bringing it in without a job? Carl’s comment lingered in your mind but you took what the guy said with a grain of salt. No. It had to be something else.

Where was it coming from? Granted earlier in the day you were determined to leave the conversation alone, but it needed to be had soon.

Picking Ellie up carefully, you placed her in the bed in your room, still nervous about allowing her to sleep in her own room since her belongings were stolen.

As you passed by him with her tired head resting on your shoulder, you tapped him on the shoulder jolting him from his thoughts. You simply nodded toward the bedroom, indicating you were gonna try to get some shut eye since you had a double tomorrow due to work being slow and not needing you today.

A few hours later he waited until you were asleep, getting off the mattress lightly to not wake you or Ellie, kissing her on the head caringly before heading outside to the car. Checking his surroundings, he huffed grabbing the shiny black object Charles lent him from the glovebox.

Looking around once more, he tucked it into the pocket of his hoodie. He stayed in the drivers seat lighting a cigarette as his hands were shaking from how long he’d gone without any drugs.

Grasping the baggie, he stared at the white powder in the streetlight shining through the windshield, the glow of it’s threatening presence merely urging him to do it right here right now.

Opening it up, he spread the thin powder into a line on the center console, reverting to a old receipt on the floorboard as a way to snort it, he didn’t wanna risk getting it on the cash he was going to give the landlord.

The instant rush of euphoria and energy taking him by surprise, leaving him nearly breathless.

He found himself just starinf blanklessly out the windshield, watching a stray cat run across the street before shaking his head and going back inside before you woke up and wondered where he was.

Before he layed back down, he hid the gun underneath the mattress before resorting back to the table after finding it difficult to even think about sleeping with the new found surge of energy.

[sooniebby]

Bro I feel as if Ushijima would have a size kink and probably a choking kink🤭 like after he wins a match he just wrecks reader after🫡 but he would praise us so much for helping him win and maybe reader is just the sweet manager💕

Maybe just a Drabble or something similar would be nice! You can change something’s to make it easier to write Sonnie💕

ఌ 𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈

꧁ 𝙒𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙨𝙝𝙞 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

Smut 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚! ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

One hand lightly holding your throat while the other held you up by with ease. Your legs wrapped tightly around him as you cried out at each harsh thrust. You wanted to look away but with his hand on your throat, you were forced to look right at him.

Despite having just won a game, Ushijima had no problem fucking you without getting tired. Your cock was leaking dejectedly, having already cummed twice by now. Ushijima moved the hand holding your throat to fix your glasses that had been falling due to the constant harsh thrusts.

“Ushiii…” you whimpered. “Cum already! It hurts!”

“If it hurts, why are you hard still?”

He wasn’t wrong. You were still hard and with your legs still wrapped around him, you didn’t exactly show what you were saying. Ushijima was always a bit… horny, ever since you had jokingly called yourself his good luck charm whenever his team won a game.

This was simply his way of rewarding you. The constant pressure against your prostate was becoming unbearable. But the feeling of him inside of you, a much larger man that toward over you, was incredibly sexy.

Ushijima moved his hand back to your throat to hold you closer against the wall. His eyes focused solely on how his hand almost covered the entirety of your throat. He never really choked you but it was always fun to play with the idea.

What he really liked was how he could always manhandle you into any position he wanted.

You cried out when Ushijima applied a little bit of pressure to your throat. The farthest he ever goes. He did have a little fear on choking you by accident. But it always made you hornier at how much power he had over you.

“Ushi, inside…” you grunted, enjoying the struggle you had to say those two words.

Ushijima hummed, removing his hand as he grabbed your waist with both and began to pick up his thrusting. His thrusts whenever he wanted to reach his orgasm was always harsh and unforgiving.

He used you as if you were a toy, not caring if you cried out about overstimulation. You were his toy to dump his cum in. The sounds of skin slapping together, your moans, and paired with his low grunts filled the storage room you two occupied.

You pulled him close for a kiss, in a way to muffle your moans just in case someone passed by. Sex in which you could get caught wasn’t exactly your thing but it was surprisingly Ushijima’s.

Something about showing off his lucky charm to people who could only dream of fucking you.

With one last sharp thrust, Ushijima pulled away from the kiss and held you close as he cummed inside of you. You cried out at the hot cum filling you deep inside, knowing Ushijima always liked how loud you got when he cummed inside.

A chaste kiss was pressed on your lips as Ushijima gently fixed your glasses.

“You’re coming to the next game?”

Of course you were, you were the manager of the club but you quickly nodded a yes, giving him a kiss on the lips.

Ushijima couldn’t play a game without his favorite lucky charm!

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

You’re idea is so good, I think I might write a full on fic for it another time 🤭

First ever Drabble tho! Drabbles will be in 2nd person!

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[wishmaster]

Hi Billy. I heard you're tired of frat Bros, how about a wish from a chubby pan guy into a cuddles loving dumb himbo pet? Just enough fat and muscle to be nice to fuck or snuggle and stress free because head empty...

Twist to your liking... but I do want big pecs and booty and nothing in brain power...dumb horny pet boy.

Billy, Billy! you come yelling at me dude, your body changing as you run towards me, you life altering via your insta posts.

Your fat adjusts, moving into your pecs and ass, the first pics of your changes then, flash

Thicker in all the right places, your serious looking face soon becomes blank, puppy dog eyes come into view. bam

Fuck man you look amazing, soon all your focus is on me.

You'll live and die by your new thicker self, All you wish to do now is please me. You rarely leave my side, you only wish is we always cuddle, like my needy gorgeous puppy dog and as hard as I might try I can never say no to you. Hell I never even did as your name.

Your clothes barely fit, it's ok you won't be in much anyway, enjoy your new life as my Max, who's a good boy? Growing more everyday!! And with a head as empty as your shirt drawer. You only obey me, the head of this sexy twisted Mansion. Who knows may we'll get you some skin tight clothing one day show off your sexy thick body.

[tanoraqui]

Dungeon Meshi Liveblog: Let's Eat!

(That is, let's live, want, connect... oh, you know what I mean by now)

I like how Yaad and the other living villagers can casually talk with the ghosts, because for all intents and purposes they were also ghosts... In fact, those who stayed and spent centuries going through the patterns of life even though all true meaning had been lost long ago were MORE "ghosts" than those who lost their corporeal forms because they wanted to escape so badly that they went wandering... That's so fuckin' good. I wanna eat this writing.

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Kabru just randomly walking out of the bushes the second Laios starts considering politics...love him. He was summoned. His PR spidey senses were going off.

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look at my boy, establishing his own authority.

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Lol this was me when we moved house last month, and my job was to just stand in the new living room and tell people where to put which box or piece of furniture. It's an important job in a task with a lot of people!

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FUCK YEAH, THAT'S MY MAN! HE LOOKS GREAT!

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fucking love the trope of "one savvy friend in the crowd who deliberately gets a supportive chant going." Of course it's Kabru.

Though it's important to note that the first thing someone called was, "The demon-eater's here!", and there was muttering while no one was entirely sure if that was a good thing or not... Kabru didn't start the rumble of the crowd; the rumble of the crowd is unavoidable, and you have to be aware of that. Laios has always been aware of that, he's just never known what to do about it, and so tried to avoid it. But he's not avoiding it anymore - so Kabru started the hype of the crowd.

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They're both right! In order to eat, you need to kill! A memento of a meal IS a spoil of war!

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They're unhappy bros... /laughing

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Shown: man desperately reassuring himself, and psyching himself up to eat this stupid dragon meat

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DADCHUCK. Istg my father has said the same thing to me.

p.s. oh thank god he's fully dressed again. it was indecent.

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Marcille is so resigned to this, and so...determined to see it as her own choice. "We all agreed", "I've got to go" - and I'm sure she does see it as her own choice, in a way, because this is how the world has always worked and she knows that. She knew that going in. Those who do ancient magic are arrested by the Elves of the West, that's just the "natural" consequence. She might've gotten away with it if she'd gone undiscovered, or if she'd stayed in the dungeon forever, but she didn't - she chose to pursue her craft, to save Falin, and to do everything after that, too, and so she implicitly chose the consequence with it. If it's unfair, well, thinking that changes nothing, so it's better not to think it.

Until Laios is like, "Actually, I might have political power now? And I'm SO goddamn tired of myself and people I love being punished just for being different, and interested in unconventional things. Let's try something."

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WELL-FUCKING-PLAYED! GET THEIR ASSES, LAIOS! It's especially great because I'm pretty sure he knows the answers to all of this by now? Power move!

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Is she sitting there completely nude except for jewelry and a short robe. Icons only, honestly. Though "we have the luxury of time" feels like so much of a threat from an elf.

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Hey, you did objectively defeat him! Okay arguably the Lion did but Laios did it first, he just also then talked to him, and got grabbed by friendly vine-tentacles. You didn't kill him, but that's not what Delgal asked for anyway!

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thinking about that post that observed that Thistle's driving madness was specifically getting Delgal home for dinner, to eat all together as a family again, and he wakes up to the sound of the people of the Golden Kingdom eagerly inviting the (new) king to eat, and him responding...crying... What is lost is lost, but life will go on.

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The moment when a character decides to lie to another character for their own good is always so compelling. The little moral quandary microcosm.

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So Yaad did know something of what passed between Delgal and Thistle, that drove Thistle down the path to dark magic. He know what it was his grandfather blamed himself for.

This is SUCH A GOOD AND QUIET-SAD DEATH SCENE, but as a consummate fan of 'actually, living is much much harder than dying, and much more interesting too', I do like to think Thistle lives and has to...figure out what to do with his life. And that 'what to do with his life' ends up including ancient magic mad science with Marcille.

...But honestly, even though that'd be fun for me, it seems almost cruel to Thistle. He's been alive for so long. Those he loved most are gone. He held the demon back from the surface, trapped in those books, for so long, even if it was in no way whatsoever with the good of the world in mind. If anyone deserves this peaceful death in (what he thinks are) his brother's forgiving arms, it's him.

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Unfortunately, my love, as has been ceaselessly proven in this story: that's life.

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Marcille has caught onto one of the major themes! However, this story still isn't in favor of afternoon special Moral of the Story - not of letting the characters wrap things up with a bow, at least. You just go on living and wanting and learning about and connecting with and killing new things, forever! That's how it goes! You never know everything and you're always a little bit starving!

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I really love this grumpy old man, and I want him to stick around and be one of Laios's advisors. He's an old gnome, he'll die as soon as an average tallman would anyway.

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This is a) very touching coming from Mithrun, who is only just regaining his own will to live, and b) almost tautalogical in this story EXCEPT that it is also clear that merely "wanting" doesn't mean you get to continue to live, it only means that you're alive in this moment - you also need to want to live MORE than whatever's trying to kill you wants to live.

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GREAT VISUALS!

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And then it's so small, so small that she could leave it behind entirely but Falin is still so kind that she picks it up anyway! Falin who looks at everyone and everything - ghosts and brothers and mad mages and dead dragons, the latter of whom were both violently oppressing her soul - and thinkgs "I gotta help." She's so good!

I'm really going to need to write a like 2k post-canon character study about how Falin has part of the spirit of a dragon in her chest which unfurls while she travels abroad and curls up again and hides when she's home with Marcille and especially with Laios, and how it's a metaphor for her own independence but also literally there is the spirit of a dragon. At the end of it she figures out how to nurture and commune with the dragon enough to have her own flight-capable wings.

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THIS IS SO FUCKING COOL-LOOKING. AUTOPHAGIC SELF-CREATION FOR THE FUCKING WIN!!

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YYEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

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fuck it, have a collage, because this bitch-ass website is about to cut off my photos-per-post. It can't HANDLE the sheet joy of Falin resurrection reunion hugs!!

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so many people love her, or at least are really emotionally invested in this now!! /sobs

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Lmaoooo

Laios: wracked with food poisoning because he ate raw walking mushroom Falin: great distress! Marcille: trying very hard to help, also thinking sooo hard that He Is An Idiot. [btw I love how it looks like she takes up holding her hair back with a band] Kabru: having his weekly moment, as he has for the past many years and will continue to have until he dies, of wondering if he shouldn't really have just killed this guy rather than let him become king

Kabru definitely wrote this whole ending narration btw. This is his press release from like 40 years in the future. And those kids! An orc kid and a kobold kid, and zooming out to show kids of other races, all playing together and going to lunch together!!

And then they all lived, and hungered and ate and killed and wanted and sought understanding and connected with one another and were part of the great circle of life, as happily ever after as one can get.

This story truly was delicious...in dungeon!

[kidstemplatte]

papas reacting to fnaf

this is so silly but i’m a diehard fnaf fan. also i started thinking about the parallels between the afton and emeritus family and got rlly emotional LMAO. please enjoy teehee

primo

-you’re sitting at your computer, losing your fucking mind. why is night 4 so hard???

“let me try.” he says.

-you know he won’t get far, bless his heart, but you’ll let him give it a shot.

-little do you know, he’s an absolute BEAST

-he takes a seat at your desk and starts clicking.

so i… stop them?”

“yeah. just don’t let them get into the office.”

“the power’s going down.”

“yeah, when you use the cameras, turn on the lights, or use the doors, it’ll go down. then it’s game over.”

he nods.

-he’s weirdly quiet, clicking away, until you suddenly hear the joyous chimes indicating he’s survived until 6 am.

“is that all?” he goes.

-your mouth is literally agape, you’re in shock.

-it doesn’t scare him at all

-he starts playing the game at his office whenever he needs a break. doesn’t flinch.

-lowkey sheds a tear at henry’s speech.

-he doesn’t like security breach, he prefers the repetitiveness of the old games

-he takes the lore very seriously, like it’s a piece of fine literature LOL

-the story of the afton family is heartbreaking to him and he relates to it a tad </3

-his favorite game is the OG and his favorite character is freddy. he’s a simple man.

secondo

-“this is stupid. what am i supposed to- FUCK! SATANAS! STAI INDIETRO, CREATURA DISGOSTA!”

-he clears his throat.

“i was caught off guard.”

-he doesn’t want to watch the lore videos at first because he thinks it’s “childish” but soon is sucked in.

-watches the lore videos with you and is specifically fascinated with william aftons character.

-he likes kids so he’s immediately disgusted by the cruelty of his actions

-he makes it his life’s mission to unpack the psychology of william afton

-his favorite is fnaf 4, he likes the nightmare designs

-HATES BALLOON BOY. wants to punch him in the face.

-he’s not very good at the games and curses so loudly when he plays because he’s so determined to make it through the night 😭

terzo

-“five nights at freddy’s? why are you spending the night with freddy and not me?”😏

-terzo hates mascots so he’s already scared shitless.

-when he plays the game he talks to himself like a maniac.

“no. stay, bunny. do not move. you too, bear. WHERE DID THE CHICKEN COME FROM? no, let’s NOT eat- eat by yourself, chicken!”

-loses his mind at the jumpscares, screams like a little girl.

-but he’s so interested in the complexity of the lore

-terzo goes down internet rabbit holes late at night LMAO so he’s more than willing to watch lore videos with you

-bro had to do a double take when he saw toy chica💀

-“purple man? he has good taste, no?”

immediately takes it back when he finds out what his deal is

-hums the theme song while he’s at work.

-his favorite game is fnaf 2 (and it has nothing to do with toy chica)

copia

-take a shot every time i say this on my account:

copia is a big fat dork.

(but we all are too, and we love him for it)

-he doesn’t understand it’s scary at first. aww, look at the bear! clicks freddy’s nose on the poster over and over. “boing! boing! boing! boing! boing!”

-but as soon as he checks the cameras he’s like OH. i see what this is.

-he gets so stressed playing the game LMAO

-when you introduce him to the lore he’s so fascinated and deeply invested. it rattles his brain but he can’t get enough.

-the next morning after you watch a video with him he has deep eye bags. you find out he stayed up all night watching lore videos.

-soon he’s a diehard fan. he keeps merch in his office beside his comics and other collectibles.

-his favorite game is pizzeria simulator because he loves the non-scary part 😭

-he loves foxy because he’s “misunderstood”🥺

-and mangle, thinks it’s sad how the kids took her apart and put her back together :,(

-has all the plushies LOL

[rei-ismyname]

X-Men #16 review

AKA Magneto takes dexies

Fuck me, this book has had 16 issues, though if you asked me for an elevator pitch I'd have to say 'problems keep happening, except in the snow.' This latest snow problem arc feels like it's picking up the pace, but it covers maybe 5 minutes of their life. It's exciting - fake X-Men, a fight with bad guys, and Magneto taking drugs - but you can only run on 90/10 setup/payoff for so long before it drags. If nothing else, hot Magneto is back and full of drugs! 💊🧲

'Nuh uh, it's MY treehouse.'

Last issue ended with Cassandra Nova whispering in a new mutant's ear and these jerkoffs showing to rumble. The Santo Marco six, 3K mutants we last saw fifteen issues ago. As I said then, it's great that the 3K plot is starting to move but so much has happened since then that I forgot why anyone cares. This issue spends a fair amount of time basically reintroducing them because I'd imagine most readers are like Temper - 'who?' That's taking a little too long to get back to them IMO - this isn't the X-Files where the breadcrumbs are a given. Anyway, they want to be the X-Men for some reason, so the two teams fight. IDK why Scott wouldn't offer them a job interview or something, he looks like a big mean jerk. Yeah, I said it!

Magik and Juggernaut the bash bros are all about it, amping up their previous blood knight act. Cain no shit makes a Jack and the Beanstalk reference but it doesn't really land. Scott tries to remind his violent kids that the Twin is rampaging but they don't hear. The Twin seems like their heart just isn't in it as Cassandra Nova eggs them on. Getting huge Chuck vibes from her lol.

It's a bit jarring for Scott to shut the fake X-Men down so totally then be like 'wait, the twin.' He knows Magik wants their heads and that she and Cain are like this now. He set the example by being standoffish, what did he think would happen? I think I'm still hoping we'll follow up on Scott's mental health issues, but I guess Logan cured him with stabbing and I'm looking for something that isn't there. Still, with two psychics on the team it's something that could have been addressed - even if it's 'I'm doing okay right now thanks.' Leaving any longer to follow up and it'll feel like... round two of a fight from fifteen issues ago. Significant, but wayyyy too long between beers.

Beast calling Mags a shit father is 👌👌👌

Cyke multitasks like a champ and mobilises the factory crew. Mags and Beast hinted at a prosthetic for the ailing elder mutant last issue, though he looks a lot fucking healthier right now. I've been very open about my extreme distaste for R-LDS, and that hasn't changed. Dexies. Dextroamphetamine-x, so mutant dexies - as a temporary solution is ridiculous and pretty funny. Beast just whipping up drugs is becoming a regular enough thing, but dexies, really? Mutant ADD medication? It makes R-LDS look silly-er. I'll come back to this in a separate post for now let's enjoy Magneto shooting up speed and see what it does.

Wooooo! Tight, tight, tight tight tight!

HAHA! My dude is amped up, levitating syringes and billowing his cape. Hook this man up with an IV. I hesitate to say 'Magneto is back' but it is nice to see the Master of Magnetism flex like that. Now go throw some vehicles around, old man. I know you want to.

Not sure what to make of Beast's facial expression there. We can cross 'uncomplicated joy' off the list, that's for sure. Maybe 'should I really be giving Magneto amphetamines? I was in the Defenders, man.' Yes, he should. Hook the whole squad up.

Maybe not Magik...

SPLASH PAGE! Scott orders Psylocke to take out the speedster first, but I think he's been hanging around Hank too much. 'Accelerated physiology' - Scott deserves that knockdown. The action is bombastic and kinetic with handy visual keys to show who what kind of power and how it interacts with our A team. That's a counterbalance to the sheer busyness of the scenes , though I'm not sure it's enough. The pop cartoon style clashes a little with the cinematic panels they're going for here, showing most of the 'what' in a vacuum.

As a whole I find it difficult to tell where each respective exchange is happening. Following the speedster tells a coherent linear narrative, at least - taking out Scott, struggling with Psylocke and handing off to The Vore, then getting blasted by Scott. I wonder where Piper, Xorn, and Quentin are?

Woof! If these clowns want to be X-Men they need better banter. Anyone shouting 'The Juice is loose' in battle deserves to get pounded, FR. Honestly, everyone looks like they're having fun, not like they're looking to kill each other. It's very flashy but I feel like the guy in the bottom left panel - '?' There's the feeling that this fight is not intended to have a conclusion, that it's a showcase for design and dynamics. It's possible to have both, I'm sure of it. Somebody get hurt!

Oh bloody hell the X-Men are getting in on it too, with the embarrassing one liners. I do like cosmic energy guy's design though. Is their leader dabbing? Cassandra Nova must be so embarrassed. I guess THE VORE didn't eat Psylocke's brain or whatever. The unserious vibes the fight carries makes sense considering they're trying to stall the X-Men, but it pulls me out the moment and it makes the X-Men look like chumps. Get a handle on your guys and lead, Scotty!

There we go. This guy - I'm going to call him Bighorns - accepts the chance to regroup when Scott calls it. They want to be X-Men, apparently. With that 'Here Comes Tomorrow' you might even say they want to be New X-Men. There's a set-up for an ideological discussion here - I wonder if they'll go for it. Valid points are being made, kinda. Only one team works for the genocide lady who treats people like lab rats, but the X-Men have mile-wide chinks in their armour to call out. I doubt it, but you never know.

While the action figures have been smashing into each other, The Twin has reached the town. Magneto is dexied up, controlling the Wild Sentinel he and Scott trashed before the series started. That's where we end - with the two teams talking but inherently opposed and Magneto the only thing in between Merle and destruction. Piper around somewhere, Quentin is presumably still knocked out, and Xorn is ... where did he go? Looking for Quentin still, I guess?

In the introduction I flagged the pacing as illusively slow, and looking at this issue as well as zooming out I think it sticks out more than ever. At the end of last issue the Twin was heading for the town, the two X-Men teams were having a tense face-off, while Xorn searched for Quentin off panel. At the end of the issue the X-Men have said hello, the Twin walked a few hundred meters, and Mags took some medication.

He amped up but hasn't actually done anything. Nobody has, really. A 12 mutant brawl happened but nobody's hurt and they're back to where they started. There's just a hint of payoff here, a teaspoonful - enough to taste the flavour but not very filling. Staying on the Magneto example - #15 showed him asking for medication, #16 he took it and did a pose, and #17 presumably he'll interact with The Twin. Or maybe not. The twin, on the other hand, took 3 issues to walk to town. She stopped and started a lot, but it was in service of the choice 'destroy town Y/N?' She keeps choosing yes, urged on by Cassandra Nova, but we know that Merle isn't getting destroyed. They're probably not going to kill a child either, and that's a source of tension at least.

I'm not sure if it will be any better in the trade without serious editing. The start and end of each issue bleed into each other, so it's going to feel downright repetitive. At least we're getting further away from Raid and Chuck Hunt with every step, I just wish they'd pick up the pace. The line work is tight as always, the inks pop - contrasting brightly off the snowy backdrop, each character model is distinct and dynamic - but the choreography and blocking was flat for me. Being able to tell where people are in relation to each other is crucial, and the fight looked like the shadow of fierce without the sincerity.

I'd recommend it for the Magneto content alone, but everything tastes great when you're starving. I'm sympathetic to the rigor of double shipping in a hostile creative environment, but it's been sixteen issues. There's been bursts of brilliance like the Lundquist and Scott scenes but too much padding and repetition. The best scenes shine brightly, so it's not a talent deficit. It'd be nice to have a few excellent issues consecutively, you know? I feel like I say that, or something like it, every review. Hmm, I don't want to be repetitive, let's check out how my peers in X-Men reviewing are handling it.

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Most sites stopped reviewing this book halfway through Raid on Graymalkin - even AIPT, who review everything positively. Looks like I'm on my own there. Fuck it - adjectiveless X-Men is fun enough - I just know that the team can do better. Thanks for reading.