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I just ate…

An omelette with…

Sriracha sauce…

[actuallysaiyan]

I Desire Your Attention(Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, lewd and suggestive themes, Small Might form, insecurities, oral sex(male receiving), daddy kink, age gap word count: 1k pairings: Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader summary: Toshinori always feels like he's holding you back, but he wants to prove to you that he can still be so sexy for you. you come home to a very nice surprise. a/n: INSPIRED BY THIS AMAZING DRAWING BY THE LOVELY @mightytato !!!! Thank you for being awesome and drawing such amazing Toshi pics <3 dividers by @adornedwithlight

Even if you try your best to remind him that you are more than just attracted to him, Toshinori will always feel insecure. If it weren’t for the fact that he couldn’t use his muscular form anymore, he’d be able to feel just the slightest bit more secure in his looks. For you, he tries to see it but when he looks in the mirror, all he sees is a sickened, weakened skeleton of a man.

He thinks he could never keep you. You were an angel and you could be with someone so much better than him. Someone younger and who was closer to your own age. Someone with better stamina and who wouldn’t just hold you back. Someone who could make you happier than he ever could.

Throughout the day, you send him texts to remind him what time you’ll be home. It makes him happy that you’re so willing to be communicative with him like this, but it hurts his heart in a way.

He begins to think about you. Your angelic smile that always brightens his day. The way you say his name makes all the hair on his body stand on end. He thinks about how long it’s been since he’s been intimate with you and while his insecurities are yelling at him to forget about it, he knows what he has to do.

You come home later in the evening, excited to spend the night with your lover. You recognize that your schedules don’t always coincide the best, but making time for one another is important to both of you.

“Toshi?” you call as you enter his apartment using the spare key he gave you.

When you don’t hear an answer, you begin looking around for him. You think maybe he’s nodded off while grading papers. But you are so so so so wrong…

Your eyes widen when you see him in his office. With your mind so scrambled, you don’t even know where to look. His tie is undone and laying on his shoulders. His dark eyes are filled with such a lustful look. He smirks at you before biting his finger, giving him an even lewder look than before.

You can’t help the way your eyes trail down, looking at the chest that’s exposed. A few buttons unbuttoned is all it takes for that button-up shirt to cling to his pecs. Then slowly you look even further down, and that’s when you let out a little gasp.

His belt is unbuckled, taken off and the zipper to his pants is unzipped. You can see a bulge in his pants, and you know that he’s got to be somewhat aroused. Was he waiting for you? Was this your surprise?

“Why don’t you come sit on daddy’s lap, hm?” His voice was deep and gruff.

Your stomach flips as your brain tries to do mental acrobatics to understand just what’s going on. He winks at you, using the finger he was biting on to beckon you closer. You drop your bag and you make your way over to him, straddling his lap.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve just done to me?” you ask before kissing him hungrily. “You don’t know just how fucking sexy you look right now, do you?”

He swallows hard as he listens to your words and feels you kissing down his neck. His heart is racing in his chest. Toshinori knew he wanted to surprise you and he knew this would probably work, but damn this worked even better than he thought.

“There’s no way you think I’m that attractive.”

He’s shut up with you grinding your hips. Toshinori whines as your crotch rubs against the bulge in his pants. You do it again and again, showing him just how sexy you thought he is. You could never truly understand how he doesn’t know how good looking he is.

“You did this for me? All this? God, you must have wanted to kill me.” You breathe out in a wanton voice.

Your hands busy themselves with unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the rest of his chest to you. Your fingers gently run across the small patch of hair on his lower belly. He shudders at your touch, and he lets out a cute moan when you kiss lower and bite down on one of his pecs.

“Beautiful fucking man,” you groan as you continue leaving love bites in your wake. “Doesn’t even fucking know how beautiful he is.”

Toshinori whines and shudders; your words were proving to be almost too much. The bulge in his pants grows as he gets even more hard. He begins to buck his hips against you the more you bite down on his chest.

“You have no idea what kind of effect you have on me, sweetness.” He whispers hoarsely. “I feel like I’m going to lose my mind.”

You look up at him, smirking. “Poor pent up Toshi…”

You get on your knees in front of him, helping him pull down his pants. Then you begin to toy with him through his boxers; you make the little stain of pre get a little bigger. Then when you pull down his boxers, he’s a moaning mess.

“Look at you, daddy. At my mercy.” You say before licking the slit on his cock. 

He grips the arms of the chair hard, trying his best not to buck his hips up and hurt you completely. He wants to trust you with his pleasure because he knows you’ll always make him feel so good. With hooded eyes full of pure lust and love, Toshinori looks down at you and watches as you wrap your lips around the thick cockhead.

“F-fuck…” he says through gritted teeth.

His fingers tangle in your hair but he doesn’t dare push you. Your pace will be teasing, but he also knows it’ll feel so good. Toshinori knows you won’t withhold his orgasm; quite the contrary, you’ll probably overstimulate him until he’s just a puddle on this very seat. He’s in good hands.

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[milykins]

Halloween Hotness

Prompt – Wearing A Sexy Halloween Costume

This also would count for Kinktober I believe

Sorry for the corny title! I figured I should write something for spooky season. This also stems a little bit from the new Tales of the TMNT series on Paramount+. I thought it was adorable and sad how the guys all had these great Halloween costumes and never even got to enjoy the party.

This is the first time I've written a turtle x reader and I decided not to use (Y/N). It just feels out of place in my writing, writing ‘you’ is hard enough, I’m so not used it. Please be gentle, it was really difficult to get the tense right.

Thankfully, my lovely friend @danceingfae helped me edit this.

Michelangelo x Reader

Content Warning: Aged up characters, 18+, smut, female reader, penetrative sex and mild sexual harassment.

Bayverse Turtles but could easily be another iteration.

In this prompt you decide to surprise your SO turtle boyfriend (Mikey in this case) with a sexy costume on the way to a party on Halloween.

Mikey absolutely loved Halloween, if he had to choose, it’s his favourite holiday. He loved the whole scene: dressing up, feeling like a regular guy and free candy! What’s not to love? This year you both agreed on a couple’s costume. He was going to be dressed as Bat-Turtle and you were going as Catwoman.

“Almost ready, Babe?” He called, bouncing on the balls of his feet in anticipation. His brothers were all doing their own thing out and about and you two were about to head to April’s Penthouse Halloween Party.

Sticking out your tongue, you carefully swiped the black eyeliner along the lower eyelid and placed the finishing touches on the top lid. Your cat-eye liner just had to be perfect. “Almost!” You called back.

The costume you picked out consisted of black leather with matching lacy black underwear. Slipping it on, you turned this way and that noting the lines of your bra showing under the suit and frown not liking how obvious they were. Not needing a bra anyways, especially with the tight leather pushing the girls up, you discard it then zip the suit all the way up, rubbing your hands over the now smooth area. Last touch was your mask, ears, thigh-high boots and sexy cat tail. Smirking at your image you stick you tush out and give it a wiggle while thinking, Catwoman, eat your heart out.

All Mikey had asked is for you to find a costume. He didn’t know exactly what he was going to see when you emerged. He hummed ‘spooky scary skeletons’ while he waited.

“I’m ready!” You sang, skipping out to join him.

Mikey turned to look, a huge smile coming to his face. “Awesome, Babycakes! That means we can… go…” he trailed off, mesmerized at the sight of you. “Holy shit…” He breathed, taking a long look at you.

You gave him a twirl. “Do I look okay?” You asked innocently. You knew you were having an effect on him and you loved it.

When he finally found his voice there was a husky edge to it. “Y-yeah…” he cleared his throat, jumping around you to get a better look, his cape swirling as he moved. “You look AMAZING! You look super hot, Babe!”

Your cheeks turned a little pink as you smiled, very pleased with his reaction. “Thanks, you look great too.” You lightly fingered the soft fabric of his cape and traced your finger around the horns of the mask he wore. “Shall we go?”

“Yeah!!” He replies, still a little dazed by your beauty but excited to show you off at the party. “Just watch, you’re gonna be the hottest babe there!”

You giggled as you walked toward the exit, your tail swishing hypnotically along with your hips.

Mikey is once again distracted by the way the leather tightly accentuates your ass. “So fucking sexy…” He whispered before following you and putting his arm around your shoulders.

Mikey is somewhat of a celebrity, word had gotten around about how he and his brothers had saved New York City and videos had popped up all over YouTube describing their heroic efforts. Mikey had not been shy or that humble about it. He’d signed autographs, taken selfies… so when the two of you entered the room, the cheering erupted.

Mikey loved a good party, but he loved showing you off even more. Throughout the night he took every opportunity to introduce you, he kissed you, danced with you, He’d made it very obvious that you two were an item. He was so proud that his girlfriend was so gorgeous and wanted everyone to know.

Sometime during the party, April had dragged Mikey away to introduce him to a couple fans and promising it would be quick. As minutes ticked away though, you wandered to the balcony and stepped out into the crisp air, closing your eyes as a small shiver runs through you. It was quieter out here, most preferring to stay in the warmth of the penthouse. For you though it was a nice break from the noise since Mikey was busy elsewhere.

A moment later you hear the door open and you smile thinking Mikey had come out to bring you back in to the party. As you turned with a smile, it faltered to see that it was not Mikey, but two men dressed up in dark clothes. Not sure, or caring what their costumes were, you give them a small nod of hello then try to step between them to get back inside.

“Where you going, kitten?” One said staying next to his buddy so you couldn’t get through. The look in their eyes up close made your heart start to beat nervously and you cleared your throat to try and speak clearly.

“Inside, back to my boyfriend,” you say giving them a knowing look and trying not to let them see your hands tremble. Everyone knew who your boyfriend was, it was definitely not a secret.

“Come on, sexy kitten, come be with a real man, not like that freak could satisfy you anyway…” They said.

You were already uncomfortable the moment you tried to get past them but after that comment you were angry. “No, thank you.” You said firmly. “Not interested, get out of here before he kicks your asses.”

“I think you might want to reconsider.” The one guy said, caging you in against the wall. “What’s he gonna do? He don’t scare us.”

You attempt to push his chest to escape but find the other guy has blocked you. “Not so fast, kitten, give us a kiss before you go!”

“No!” you say firmly, and your training with Mikey kicks in. You suddenly strike upwards with the heel of your hand and attempt to kick him in the groin. Both hits actually made contact and he yelped in pain. “You little bitch!”

His friend rounded on you to retaliate and you go on the defensive, wincing slightly because you really don’t want to be hit. As anticipated, they rounded up on you and you keep your defenses up. There’s small shaking in your hands which the men grinned seeing. Hating that, you take a breath as they reach back ready to swing their arm towards your face.

The hit never lands as the man is suddenly is ripped away from you and a soft growl is heard. “These guys bothering you, baby?” Mikey sounded different, like he was trying to restrain himself from ripping them apart.

You nodded, crossing your arms. “Yeah… seems they forgot who I belong to.”

“Thought so. They were just leaving.” Mikey grinned. The words are said cheerfully though there’s an edge to them. In a moment he’d grabbed both of the guys by their shoulders and was practically dragging them to the exit.

He knew April wouldn’t mind if he acted as a bouncer for a couple of creeps and throws them through the door into the hallway. “Thank you! Don’t come again, assholes!”

He shut the door, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself. Then he went to make sure you’re okay.

You haven’t moved, still trying to calm your racing heart and hoping the evening wasn’t ruined. The feel of strong arms wrapping around startles you but in moments you recognize the feel of Mikey’s arms and lean back into him taking comfort in his touch.

“It’s just me, Babycakes… Are you okay?” he whispered against your neck.

You nodded and reach behind to caress his face. “I’m okay… I’m sorry… those guys…” You felt a little emotional and your breath hitched.

Mikey swiftly has you turned, in his arms and pulled tight against his chest. “No, no, no, no…” he said. “You did nothing wrong, it’s my fault, I’m the one who left you alone. I’m sorry…”

You melted into his embrace and wrapped your arms around his neck. “It isn’t your fault either.” Then kissed him.

Mikey’s arms tightened around you as he angles his mouth, deepening the kiss. Relief coursed through him as he felt your body melt against his. You were safe, you were real, and you were his. His kisses are soft but demanding as if he’s trying to drink you in, taking everything you have to give.

Willingly, you reciprocate, softly whimpering against his lips. A sound of wanting, an invitation for more. You need him now and you don’t want everyone staring as some are currently doing.

Mikey can scent the sweet smell of your arousal instantly, and breaks the kiss. He brings his forehead against yours, a silent question of your desire as you take in each other’s soft breaths.

You get lost for a moment in the bright, baby-blue hues of his eyes and your grip on his arm tightened as you whisper. “Let’s get out of here.”

Your adorable turtle boyfriend in a black, plastic Batman mask doesn’t need any more of an invitation than that. He scooped you up gallantly, like the knight in shining armor he is and you’re out of that party before you can even blink.

Mikey easily found somewhere private for the both of you. An alcove, tucked away from prying eyes. As soon as your feet hit the ground his lips are on yours again, hard and demanding. His arms pulling you in so tight and quick, you gasped into the kiss. You placed your hands on his well-formed, muscular plastron and rubbed. He quietly churred from the contact. You felt more than heard the sound rumbling through your hands bringing a smile to your lips. You loved it when he made that sound.

He brought his hand down to your perfectly round bottom and squeezed it before giving it a light swat. Your arousal spiked as you groan softly, showing your desire openly for him. Mikey never wanted you to hide how much you wanted or needed him.

Mikey began pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses on your neck, scenting you more as your need grew. “Damn, girl… you smell incredible, You know, I’ve been holding back all night from doing this… from wanting to touch you, feel you… Almost lost it when I saw those assholes harassing you.” His large hands move, exploring your body, sliding over your soft curves, squeezing and gently kneading the skin still tightly clad in the black leather. He suddenly slides the mask part of the costume over your head because he wants to see your face.

You do the same to him, easily removing the black mask and letting it fall where it may. He smiled, kissing you again deeply, his larger tongue exploring your mouth, pulling yet another moan from you.

His kisses are hot, demanding as he left your lips, sucking your pulse point. “Seeing those creeps bothering you…” he murmered, his thumb on the zipper, the only thing holding your costume together. “They knew… they knew you were mine…” He looked angry then, his focus off of you and away. Rarely he’d accidentally allow himself to go to a dark place regarding your safety.

To snap him out of it, you placed your hands on either side of his face. “I’m yours Mikey… all yours” You whispered. “I knew you would come for me.”

His gaze snapped back to yours and he breathed, coming back to himself. Looking into your eyes is like coming home, like finally getting air after holding his breath. “Mine…” he growled and claimed your mouth once again.

You encouraged him by reciprocating desperately, your thighs rubbing together as you feel much too constricted now with what you’re wearing. You reach and move his hand. The zipper click-click-clicked down a little before he realized what you were doing.

Mikey broke the kiss, smirking like a kid in a candy store. He can’t contain his excitement as he finished what you started, pulling that zipper down. Your breasts sprung free of their confines and were in his hands immediately.

“Ohh…” You breathed, shivering when your breasts found the open air then covered by his large, warm hands. “Oh, yes…”

He squeezed them gently, thumbing the tips in just the right way to make you gasp. “You have the most perfect tits, baby… so sexy…” His hot mouth is on them in an instant, his tongue tracing each pert nipple with ease.

Your body trembled and you felt the flood of heat and wetness go straight to your core. ”M-Mikey… ohh that feels good…”

“Hm…? You like that? I love the way you taste, babe…” He grinned, pushing the suit down one arm at a time and lower still. His hands splayed across your belly, relishing in the feel of your soft skin. “How wet is that sweet pussy of yours?” he husked.

You felt his fingers slide lower and arched toward him with a gasp. One of his thick fingers slid into your heat while is thumb carefully circled your very sensitive nub. You moaned low in your throat. “Fuck…”

Mikey groaned, hearing you swear was the best compliment, and a total turn on. He allowed himself to drop, groaning at the wetness he felt as he’s touching you. “Baby… you need me to fill you up?”

“Yes!” you gasped, grinding against his hand.

His fingers move achingly slow. “Say it, Baby…” he is so hard for you it’s almost painful.

You trembled, a desperate cry upon your lips but you gave him what he wanted to hear. “Mikey! Fuck… fuck me please!”

His costume’s gone, joined by yours in a hot second. You’re braced against the wall then with him poised at your entrance. “Can’t wait to make you scream…”

“Please…” you gasped out, knowing he loved it when you begged.

Mikey held your gaze, arms wrapped tightly around you. “I’ll give it to you, Baby…” he eased himself in, groaning at the way your hot, slick, channel stretched to accommodate him. “Fuck, you feel amazing… you always take me so good…”

You gasped at the initial but welcomed intrusion and arched your back with a soft cry. You felt so full, so incredible, you felt complete with him. “Mikey…” you breathed his name, full of passion and need. You caressed his face in the most gentle affectionate way. An unsaid declaration of the love you feel for him.

He felt it too. This connection you shared was like no other. “I know, Babe…” he said as he began to move within you. “I got you…”

His movements are slow at first, unhurried, he just wanted to feel you, hear the soft sounds of pleasure you made as he deeply thrust into you.

Your legs wrap around him more tightly, encouraging him to speed up his movements a little. “More… Yes… Faster…” You moaned.

Mikey absolutely obliged by moving his hands to your thighs. He thrust his hips harder, angling himself so he could hit that sweet spot deep inside of you. “Love this… love these sounds you’re making for me, Babe… love you so much…”

You can’t even answer him because he kissed you hard after those words. You whimpered against his mouth instead. You felt your body start to tremble and your inner walls clench all around him.

“You’re close…” His voice is ragged in your ear. “Scream for me… cum hard… just for me…” he redoubled his efforts fucking you harder into the wall, staving off his release because yours is that much more important. He needed to feel you first.

You do scream, a choked undulating cry as your body tenses up. You’re flooded with raw, unadulterated pleasure as you cum hard.

Mikey is not far behind. He jerked his hips, thrusting deeply a few more times with a ragged groan before filling you up completely with his release. He tries to make it last as he’s milked for all he’s worth, his essence is dripping down your thighs when he’s finished.

Catching his gaze again you breathed harshly as he huffed his own deep breaths. He reached to cradle your jaw, giving you the softest of smiles. “That was amazing Babe… you’re so awesome, I love you so much.”

Although Mikey wasn’t always the best with words, the true meaning was always here. He easily made you swoon with his heartfelt declaration. “I love you too, you always rock my world…”

“Always will.” He grinned and swiftly pulled out, forgetting about the gush of fluid that always followed when he did that. “Shit, um, oops? Actually, can’t be sorry, that’s always so, damn, hot.”

It was impossible for you not to laugh even more. “Yeah… I don’t think we’re going back to the party, Mikey…”

“Wasn’t planning on it. Still got our Monster Marathon to do, remember?” He looked so pleased and so excited, it was the cutest thing in the world.

“Right.” You managed to pull the suit back on over the mess and zip it up. “Take me home, Bat-Turtle.”

Mikey has his costume grabbed and you in his arms a second later. “With pleasure, my fine, feline.” He grinned, kissing you once more before leaping off into the night.

Most memorable Halloween you’ve ever had, it is quickly becoming your favourite holiday.

The End.

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NIGHTMARE KAI-ME OFFICIAL LINEUP!

“LOOK WHAT HAPPENS, NIGHTMARE TI KAIME!”

Summary: A 10 part/episode miniseries revolving around Kai’s misadventures in Hatchetfield! Follow Kai’s goofy hijinks as she deals with everything from robots to cat loving kidnappers! Some episodes are based off of episodes from Team Starkid’s series “Nightmare Time” and some episodes are original works by yours truly (with prompts/plot outlines by @local-soda-can)!

SEASON ONE, EPISODE ONE - Hey, Melissa!

“meow meow meow meow - meow mix cat food”

Episode Type: Canon (?)

Summary: Kai gets involved in a very bizarre adventure with her father’s bubbly coworker, Melissa. KAI GETS CATGIRL’D LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO

SEASON ONE, EPISODE TWO - The Waylon Squatter

“we’ll meet again - vera lynn”

Episode Type: Non Canon

Summary: Peter Spankoffski and Stephanie Lauter decide to break head into the Waylon to make hang out. Their plans are interrupted by Grace Chasity, who decides to tag along on their little adventure, much to their dismay. The three are informed of the rumors of the Waylon being haunted by various ghosts, one of which being the ghost of a young homeless girl who hid in the Waylon in hopes of shelter, but was driven insane by what went on inside the walls. She now stalks the halls, singing a beautiful, yet haunting melody, now dubbed ‘The Waylon Squatter’. The trio brushes off the rumors as just that and sets off to disprove them. Their adventure takes a turn for the worse as they come face to face with a very real Waylon Squatter, who doesn’t take well to strangers in her territory. The trio now has to try and survive while uncovering the mystery behind The Waylon Squatter’s past.

SEASON ONE, EPISODE THREE - Forever And Always

“forever & always - original starkid cast of nightmare time”

Episode Type: Canon

Summary: Paul Matthews and Emma Perkins are finally getting hitched, and their adoptive daughter, Kai Drew, is happy to join them on the ride! However, when secrets arise from Emma's past, the happy family's lives are turned upside down as the couple is forced to confront their skeletons in their closets, and Kai is forced to choose between the family she thought she knew or the truth.

SEASON ONE, EPISODE FOUR - Revised Reprise

“puppet boy - devo”

Episode Type: Non Canon

Summary: Paul and Emma love Kai! Of course they do, she’s been living with them for a while now, she’s practically their daughter! But, they realize something: they don’t really know much about Kai’s past, other than she lived in a town called Unington with her parents and friends. Everything else is a mystery to them. So, what do they do? Ask the source, of course! Kai is hesitant to share the details of her past, as her life has been full of tragedies and hardship. With enough convincing, Kai starts to think back to her past. While doing this, she stumbles upon something strange: she can’t quite remember what traumatic events happened to her. And the things she can remember? They’ve been twisted and turned into a more romanticized version of events, along with an entirely new person added into her memories. Confused and determined to get to the bottom of this, Kai heads back to her hometown to figure out why her memories were rewritten and who was behind it.

SEASON ONE, EPISODE FIVE - Watcher World

“the blinky song - original starkid cast of nightmare time”

Episode Type: Canon

Summary: Kai is invited to spend the day with her Uncle Bill and his daughter, Alice, for some “family bonding time” at Watcher World, an older amusement park located on the edge of Hatchetfield. But, of course, Kai can never catch a break, as her fun turns to fear when she realizes there’s more to the park than meets the eye.

SEASON ONE, EPISODE SIX - Miss Ingénue

“venetian blind man (song) - will wood”

Episode Type: Non Canon

Summary: Kai loves living in Hatchetfield! She’s got some awesome parents that she loves a lot, and most of everyone is half decent towards her. Recently, however, things have been a bit…odd. Paul and Emma have been strangely overprotective of her, barely allowing her room to breathe. Plus, whenever she goes out alone, she can’t help but feel like she’s being watched by thousands of eyes, and not in a good way. Watch as Kai tries to get to the bottom of the strange happenings that are occurring to her.

SEASON ONE, EPISODE SEVEN - Abstinence Camp

“virginity rocks - original starkid cast of nightmare time 2”

Episode Type: Canon

Summary: Kai is forced to go to Hatchetfield’s very own Abstinence Camp by Paul when she offhandedly mentions she kinda, sorta, peggedaman lost her virginity and he freaks. Despite her protests and repeated reassurances of the fact that she is asexual, she gets sent to the camp. And as trouble follows Kai everywhere and refuses to lay off her, she learns of a dark secret, one that stalks the camp, lurking in the shadows. One that punishes the horny and troublemaking teens of the camp that refuse to abstain. One that carries an axe.

SEASON ONE, EPISODE EIGHT - Food For Thought

“dinner is not over - jack stauber’s micropop”

Episode Type: Non Canon

Summary: All your worst nightmares have come true: Kai has entered the work force! That’s right, Miss Drew now has a job at Hatchetfield’s very own Miss Retro’s! Kai’s extremely thankful for the job, as it allows her to do one of her only comforts left: cooking for others! Kai’s BANGIN cooking skills begin to attract attention, and the diner gets a lot of traction! However, cooking takes a turn for the worse, as Kai begins to get plagued with horrific and grotesque visions of her friends and family as she cooks. Panicked and overwhelmed by the visions, Kai is forced out of the kitchen and onto the diner floor, taking orders and bringing customers their food. But when a mysterious customer enters the diner and requests Kai to cook their meals, Kai is forced back into the kitchen. The food ordered is strangely familiar to her, and Kai’s suspicions start to grow as she wonders who the customer is, and what they want with her.

SEASON ONE, EPISODE NINE - Web Of Lies

“kiss me, son of god - they might be giants”

Episode Type: Non Canon

Summary: Kai has won. Finally, after years of searching, Kai has found a timeline where nothing bad happens. She’s finally able to have that happy family she so desperately wants! But, nothing lasts forever. She soon is plagued by visions of other timelines. With her deduction skills, she soon concludes that something or someone is messing with her, and she has a pretty good idea of who. She confronts them, and she thinks her problems are over. Soon, however, things start to spiral out of control. Also, does anyone mind telling Kai what the heck a Webby is?!

SEASON ONE, EPISODE TEN - Space Drifter

“another believer - rufus wainwright”

Episode Type: Non Canon

Summary: Kai’s habit of running from her problems finally catches up to her.

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[dix0nspretty]

All Logan's Fault

Summary: You, a telepath reader, go on an intel mission with Logan and Storm comes along to play mediator and babysitter. It's really all Logan's fault that you dropped the aphrodisiac test tube. Now if only we knew how to fix this...

Logan Howlett x Ororo Munroe x GN!Mutant!Reader, 9.2k words

Era: None in particular. A happy one?

TW: 18+ Dubcon (dubious consent- sex pollen. All characters want one another pre-ingestion of substance). DNI if not interested.

Reader is a telepath and is referred to by a nickname, with no use of y/n. Only reader descriptions include hair long enough to pull and female genitalia. Sex pollen by the ominous name of 'the chemical', threesome, enemies to lovers (kinda. Reader can't stand Logan but only because they want him.) Pussy pronouns, hair pulling, deep throating, swallowing, teasing, anal, unprotected PiV (wrap or else), fingering, mean!Logan (just a bit), nipple play, objectification, overstimulation to the point of passing out, mentions of strap-ons.

Enjoy my first X-Men fanfiction courtesy of a request put in my one of my best friends! If I missed any tags, please comment and inform me so I can add them as soon as possible. Have fun, you demons.

You hate going on missions with Logan.

Big, bad, overly hyped Wolverine. Every man, woman, and child in Xavier’s Institute fawns over the man. To be frank, it pisses you the fuck off.

What does he have that other mutants don’t? Good hair? So does Scott. A snappy, witty attitude that makes you want to rip your hair out? You, Kurt, and almost every mutant in a 50-mile radius has that. A 500-pound adamantium skeleton with really cool claws?

… Okay, he might have you beat with that one.

The man drives you half-insane and you can’t stand how he’s treated like the Mutant Messiah of the mansion, like he’s the best thing since white bread. So naturally, Charles pairs the two of you up for an intel mission at every possible minute. Typical.

 The only thing making this even remotely bearable is the fact that you aren’t alone with him this time. Ororo, or Storm, is piloting the jet. God knows you and Logan can’t be trusted to do it. Between the bickering and snapping, you’d end up crashing in a field before you get 5 minutes from the school.

 Beautiful, smart, kind, funny Ororo, with her awesome hair and her sweet eyes. Looking like the epitome of an X-Man in the suit that clings perfectly to her body, her thighs and chest mouth-wateringly delicious… You’re broken from your daydreaming by Logan’s voice. Again.

“Run me through it one more time kid,” Logan asks in a tone that makes you want to rip his eyes from his head. Maybe you can convince Storm to help you come up with a great way to dispose of his body. One where Charles has no chance of finding it.

He loves making you do this, run him through a mission over and over and over again, like some stupid power move. A way to assert his dominance or just to see the steam blow from your ears. It’s yet another way of him reminding you that he’s held in higher esteem than you, given that you’re an early-20s mutant who’s yet to save the world or whatever the hell he’s done. Everybody just adores him, and he’ll always be more liked than you, by Charles and everyone who crosses his path, save for Scott.

Maybe I can hide his body in the lake… he’ll sink easy, even with a head full of air.

“We land in the field to the east of the lab,” You start to list the details out for the third time this trip. “I stay on the outskirts and figure out how many people are inside. Storm covers us, you and I breach through the southern doors, get the chemical and whatever research we can and get out. Minimal bloodshed. How many more times are you going to make me run through this?”

“Until I’m convinced you’ve got it bub,” Logan says with that dumb fucking smirk. You’ll figure out how to rip it from his face, someway, somehow. “You sure you can get your powers to stretch far enough to handle it, Baby Xavier?”

That cursed nickname has you ready to shove him out of the jet. ‘Baby Xavier’. Not so lovingly gifted to you by Logan since you’re a telepath, exactly like Charles. “That’s not my name, Howlett,” you manage in a calmer tone than you were expecting.

“Alright,” Storm laughs from the front of the jet to try and calm you down. She’s well aware of your hatred for Logan and her role as mediator for the day. “Deep breaths. We’re here, go let your anger out somewhere I don’t have to supervise.”

“Thank God,” you mumble and get up from the seat in a flash, ready to get this mission done and get the hell away from Logan. Go back to the mansion and eat ice cream with Ororo, hopelessly fanning the flames of your massive crush. “Let’s get this done.”

Infiltrating the lab was laughably easy. There were only six minds in the whole place, counting the three guards. And despite Logan’s smartass comment, you easily lulled the guards to sleep from a distance, grinning smugly when your quiet telepathic command of ‘night night’ knocked the guards unconscious.

Storm provided cover for the pair of you, a thick fog that rendered security cameras useless and you and Logan invisible. Charles provided blueprints from the lab prior to the mission, but you stay in one of the scientist’s minds long enough to guide you down the halls. You catch mention of the chemical in their head and nod at Logan to signal that it’s here.

You have to give it to him. For such a brass, narcissistic, heavy brute of a man, he is remarkably good at stealth. No sassy quips, all focus and strength. It’s easy to see why everybody likes to work with him and that just pisses you off all the more.

Stupid, competent, handsome, sexy, Canadian fucker.

You make it through the relatively abandoned halls and take a second outside of the main doors to the actual laboratory to press two fingers to your temple and put 2 of 3 scientists down for a quick nap.

With a nod to Logan, he breeches the door with a swish of adamantium claws and the two of you burst in. The one remaining conscious scientist is… armed? He’s holding a gun. That must be breaking some kind of rule, right? That’s what the guards are for.

But before you can put him down for a nap like his buddies, Logan has already punched him in the face and knocked him unconscious, snatching the gun up. He crunches the pistol into a pretzel and drops it to the ground. “No guns for children.”

“Always with the brute force,” You roll your eyes and start going through the first stack of files in search of the needed intel. Charles needs physical evidence for this mission so you can’t just root through the scientists’ minds and go. “He could’ve told us where to look.”

“You know you’re into it, Baby Xavier,” He gives you that cheeky grin, perfect canines peeking out to say hello. Smug bastard.

You bristle, lips pursed and moving to start to check a table far from his search in a desperate attempt to not kill him. Minimal bloodshed and all. “Just find the damn intel and the chemical so we can all go home. Storm, you’re good to come in,” you tell her over comms before turning your mic back off.

Logan hums, making an annoying clicking sound with his tongue while rooting halfheartedly around the papers and lighting a cigar. “Go home and rest or go home so you can keep drooling over Ororo’s tits and nurse your little crush, bub?”

He did not.

He did not just say that. Your jaw drops and maybe steam really is coming out of your ears because they burn like hell. “Shut the fuck up, Howlett. Mind your business and find the goddamn… stuff.”

You fumble your words in anger and disbelief that he would say that so casually, talking about a teammate’s body and your interest in her like it’s the weather report. Is his comms system even muted? Dear God, please be muted. If she heard, I’ll have to move to Japan or something.

Logan just laughs as you retreat once more, this time searching for the actual chemical and leaving the harder work for him to do. He can read through mind-numbing reports and paperwork, the asshole.

You’re in the middle of inspecting yet another test tube, this one full of some purple powdery chemical concoction when Storm makes her entrance, giving you a soft smile that communicates friendship and understanding of your struggles with Logan’s wolfish attitude, promising wine and movies and shitty takeout in reparations for the damage your control of your emotions takes around him. She settles next to you at the table, making eye contact with those beautiful brown eyes of hers and white lashes fluttering. “You think that’s it?”

You hum and shrug. “Maybe, I saw this one a couple times in their memories. We can compare with the intel once Howlett actually finds it.”

If Charles asks, it’s all Logan’s fault. You’re sure of it. The test tube is in your hand when Logan appears by your side and goes to whisper what was likely going to be another teasing comment about your crush and the tube just… slips. Hits the ground and shatters, kicking up a puff of shimmering purple dust and flooding the space around your bodies.

“Son of a fucking bitch,” you curse and jump away on instinct, hoping against hope that the chemical isn’t corrosive or fatal or does something on a supervillain level. Logan is yanking you away by your bicep and you don’t fight at first, only pushing him off when you’re all a safe distance away from the mess. “Back it up, kid, Jesus.”

The three of you stand there and watch while the dust settles, literally. “Maybe we’re alright?” You offer up weakly, glancing between the older mutants. Logan doesn’t look so convinced and Storm offers a wary expression. “I don’t feel any different and my body parts are all attached and not melty.”

“Maybe,” Storm agrees, but you can tell it’s just to placate you and keep you from panicking, even without dipping into her mind. A dust like that is highly likely to be an airborne weapon and the chance you all managed to avoid inhaling it are… unlikely.

“Let’s go kid,” Logan grabs you by the arm and drags you from the lab, ignoring your squawk and attempts to get his hand off. His grip is iron-clad, easily swallowing up your arm. You don’t know how you managed to forget how strong he is, his hand so big and capable…

“The intel, we didn’t-” You’re cut off when he waves a stack of papers at you. He looks…  furious. His brows are tightly knitted and there’s a ripple in his jaw that speaks of violence you’ve only seen a few times. It’s a miracle his claws are still concealed. If both him and Charles hadn’t warned you extensively to stay out of his head, you would’ve been able to taste the anger in his thoughts on your tongue.

Storm shakes her head, brown eyes pleading that you don’t speak, and you fall silent, being dragged from the lab like an unruly child about to get in trouble by their parents the second you get home. And that’s exactly how you feel. You fucked up the mission, even if it was Logan’s fault. You dropped the test tube and exposed not only yourself but two teammates as well to an unknown biochemical weapon.

Great fucking job.

The collar of your uniform starts to itch as Logan pulls you through the halls with an angry yet still gentle grip, soft enough to not bruise. The yellow material suddenly feels too hot and clingy, sticking to sweaty skin and making your nose wrinkle in disgust. There’s no reason for you to be sweating so hard. Did Storm just scratch at her suit too…?

The cool late afternoon air hits your skin but does nothing to ease the heat radiating from your body. Logan’s hand feels just as hot where he’s holding you. His big, strong, hand. So capable and manly.

I wonder what it would look like around my throat… or knuckle-deep in my pussy. I bet even just one finger would feel heavenly, such a nice stretch-

You blink a few times, trying to drag your mind to a halt. What the fuck was that? Was that a sex fantasy about Wolverine? Logan?

That’s not to say that Logan isn’t an attractive man. You might hate him and fantasize about drowning him in boiling hot water when he teases and taunts you and calls you ‘Baby Xavier’ in front of the students, but you can appreciate how nice his ass looks in a pair of jeans or the deliciousness of his biceps.

What it might be like to be underneath him, face buried into the crook of his neck as he bullies himself into you. Or laid on your stomach in a head lock, teeth locked into his forearm while he fucks you hard enough to go cross-eyed.

They’re so big, bigger than my head. I wonder if he’s into biters… Okay, what the fuck is going on??

You glance sideways over to Logan and Ororo, trying to get a read on their physical states. Logan’s sweating, but that could be from his fury at you. Storm looks a little flustered and is staring with laser focus on the jet, not risking even a glance at you which admittedly hurts.

With a lick of your lips, you do the one thing you promised Ororo, Logan, and Charles you wouldn’t do and slip into their minds. Not completely but just enough to see if they’re struggling the same way you are. Ororo’s mind, the few times she’s let you in, feels like cool water whenever she’s calm. Like a peaceful babbling brook in the early morning.

Right now, it’s a raging waterfall, filthy thoughts of Logan rushing by at the speed of light in a million and one positions. Bent over the control panel of the X jet, riding him in the pilot’s seat, fucking on the floor and every other surface in the jet with you watching. An image of you eating her out while Logan fucks into you from behind appears in your mind and you stumble, saved from busting your ass by Logan’s unyielding grip. “Get it together, kid. Come on.”

You completely ignore Logan’s words, missing the strained tone in his voice. Me? She wants… me?

And yes. Yes, she does. A dozen more scenes roll through both of your minds, you and her and Logan in a myriad of positions and dynamics, the sound of your voice begging her for more and more and more, you are letting her rail you with her strap- she owns a strap?

Suddenly you want nothing more than to be back at the mansion and in Ororo’s bed. The thought of her wanting you enough to imagine the filthy thoughts you’re getting has a rush of arousal hitting you. That’s when you realize the inside of your uniform in drenched and has been for God knows how long. You pull out of Ororo’s head and glance at Logan, hoping he can’t smell it with his sensitive-ass senses.

With a gentle nudge, you push into his mind and if you thought Storm’s thoughts were nasty, Logan’s are animalistic. It’s like your own mind is shoved to the side and the only thing you can think are his thoughts.

There are more images than sounds in Logan’s head, quick angry flashes of fucking you and Storm with a fury that simultaneously thrills and scares you just a bit. Fantasies of drilling you into the mattress until your cervix is bruised and your legs won’t stop trembling, fucking load after load into you until you’re crying for him to slow down. Pulling out of you only to make you take Storm’s strap while he fucks her from behind, being choked by the tight rim of her pretty ass.

A moan falls from your lips before you can help it and both older mutants zero their gazes in on you. Logan pushes back in his head and ejects you from his mind, a trick you’d heard Charles commend him for when he first discovered Logan could do it with no training.

“The hell you doing in my head?” He growls, hand tightening on your arm just to the point of hurting. But now you can see his anger for what it really is- wild, unrepentant horniness.

You swallow past the dryness in your throat and croak out, “Aphrodisiac.”

Never in your life have you felt so submissive under the gaze of a person, not even when under your past partners. These are two of your teammates- older teammates. Storm has 8 years on you and Logan over 200. You’re practically a baby compared to them, lacking in experience in every possible field. “The ch-chemical. It’s an aphrodisiac… a strong one. I… I needed to know I wasn’t losing my mind. Sorry.”

Ororo and Logan glance at one another, communicating silently in a way you have yet to master. It feels like a lifetime before they turn their gazes back to you and you swear the combined power of pure horniness in their eyes nearly has you coming right there.

“How strong?” Ororo asks, sounding remarkably put together considering what you saw running through her mind moments ago.

Logan answers for you, more of a growling noise than his typical snarky voice. “Very. ‘Fuck or die’ strong. The more you’re exposed to, the worse it is, and our special little Baby Xavier is ground zero since they were holding the fucking tube. Add that with them poking around in our heads…” He scoffs, just a hint of amusement in the noise. “They’re fucked. And need to be, unless we want to explain to Chuck why we left with three X-Men and came back with two.”

Maybe he was paying attention when he was looking through the paperwork at the lab. But you don’t really give a shit because all you catch is ‘special little Baby Xavier’ and ‘need to be fucked’. “Please,” you beg desperately, your core clenching down on nothing. “Please, please, please. Please fuck me.”

Any other circumstance, you would rather drop dead than beg in an open place for a good dicking down by anybody, much less your two older teammates. But you’re clenching continuously with slick actually running down your thighs in the tight leather uniform and it hurts like nothing you’ve ever felt before.

Logan grits his teeth so tight it’s a miracle his teeth don’t shatter. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, bub.”

Ororo’s eyes hold sympathy and understanding, even if her pupils are blown out with need and she looks like she’s going to maul one or both of you. “Honey-”

“I do,” you disagree with a shake of your head. “I do, I do. I saw- you and Ororo. The things you want to do to me. To each other. Please. Please, please, please, I need it. It hurts, Lo.”

Any chance of you being spared by Logan goes out the window when the nickname slips from your lips. His grip tightens painfully, and he marches the trio back to the jet with purpose, eyes black and dangerous. “You need to get fucked that bad, bub? You gonna beg all pretty like that the whole time or just until she’s satisfied?”

“I’ll beg all you want,” you nod, jogging to keep up with his pace. The heat from the chemical in your bloodstream feels like it’s boiling you alive, the cramps from your pussy like stab wounds. “Pretty pretty please Logan, fuck me. I need it, it hurts. It hurts so bad. Please. Ro, tell him. Tell him how it hurts, I know you feel it.”

Ororo winces, watching his hand tighten to the point where you’ll be sporting a Logan-shaped handprint for days. “I know, sweetheart. I know it hurts; we’ll take care of you.”

“Damn right I’ll fucking take care of you,” Logan pushes you into the jet with enough force that you have to catch yourself on the nearest chair, trembling hands already fighting to get the zipper of your suit open. “If you have any boundaries, tell me now. I’m not going easy, bub.”

“Don’t be mean to me,” you say and whine pathetically when you can’t get the uniform open. “I can’t take teasing. It hurts so fucking bad, I can’t. Don’t do it.”

“Okay sweetie,” Ororo pushes Logan out of the way and approaches you, gently taking hold of your trembling hands. “Go make sure comms are off and we’re out of sight. The last thing we need is Charles or guards wandering up to the jet. Go.”

Logan looks like he’s thinking about disobeying, but another silent communication between the two has him stalking away with a growl.

Ororo turns back to you, giving you a soft smile and brushing a sweaty strand of hair from your face before caressing your damp cheek. “You’re going to be just fine, honey. Logan and I will take care of you. You don’t have to worry.”

Your begging calms some, nodding and looking at her with pupils so blown your irises are mere suggestions. “It hurts, Ro. You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you.” She eases your hands down to your side with lingering touches. “You’re very handsome yourself. I’ve always loved your eyes, so expressive and beautiful…”

When she kisses you, it’s soft and slow. She tastes like spearmint and rainwater. It’s a clumsier first kiss than you would’ve liked, your own actions fumbling with desperation from the chemical ravaging your body, but it’s sweet and grounding in a way.

You can almost hear the waves of her thoughts hitting the rocks, the mental waterfall rushing and raging. For just a second, it’s strong enough for a glimpse of you on your knees with her strap down your throat, mindless and drooling, to appear in your mind before it’s gone as suddenly as it appears. They both have so much self-control compared to you, and it feels like you’re bursting out of your skin in pain and need. Ground zero was right.

“I want that,” you blurt out. “Me, you, Logan. Your strap and-and everything. I can’t- I’m sorry, I can’t stay out of your heads. My control is shot to shit.” Ororo shakes her head with a soft smile. “It’s okay, baby. I know. Don’t worry about it, just let Lo and I take care of you, okay? Can I take your uniform off? You’re going to get heatstroke at this point.” Her hands hover over your chest, waiting for permission.

“Please,” you plead and shove your chest into her hands, moaning from the bare minimum stimulation your nipples get from the action. “Please, please. Take it off, touch me. I’m going to go insane if I don’t get something.”

“Shh, sh, sh,” Ororo coos and unzips your uniform, exposing your sweat-soaked chest to the cool air of the jet. Your breasts are trying to spill from your bra, a simple black bralette that’s a bit too small for you. “I told you Logan and I will take care of you. All you have to do is listen. You’re doing good, just listen to me, okay?”

You nod eagerly, a moan filling the air of the back portion of the jet when she unclasps your bra and gently kneads, getting a feel for the warm and soft flesh in her hands. “I’ll listen. I’ll listen, I’ll be good. I swear, Ro. I’ve been thinking about this for so long, I’ll be so good for you.”

Her brow raises and she runs a soft thumb over your painfully hard nipple, drawing a whine from you. “You’ve been thinking about this, hm? And how long have you been doing that for, honey?” She continues her gentle touch before tilting down and sucking your nipple into her mouth, catching you when your knees buckle. She eases you into the nearest seat, pushing your uniform off your arms to gather around your waist without detaching her mouth from your breast.

“Months,” your voice comes out needy and desperate, a hand finding the back of her head to gently hold her head in place. “N-needed you for months, Ro.”

She hums and releases your right breast with a gentle nip that makes you clench down on air and further ruin your uniform. “I’ve been thinking about you too, angel. Keep making those pretty noises.”

Her mouth feels so good, the pleasure easing the sting of the chemical in your body, just a touch. She’s good with her tongue, better than you could ever expect. “Saw your strap, in your head. Want it. When we go home. If you’ll let me take it. I can take it, Ro, I swear. Please let me take it?”

She lifts her head to coo at you again, pressing soft kisses to your wet cheeks. “Shh, honey. Focus on the here and now, yeah? Don’t worry your pretty little head about later. We’ll make sure you get what you need.”

You’re aware that she’s repeating the same platitudes to you in attempts to keep you calm and relatively docile but the only thing you can focus on is the hand she slipped into the front of your uniform. Your head falls back with a gasp and you’re nodding desperately while her soft and nimble fingers explore your soaked folds. “Look at you…” She murmurs with the same soft smile she always gives you. “Absolutely drenched. Is this all for me, baby?”

“Yes, yes. All for you, Ro, just for you. Please. More, I need more,” A mewl leaves your lips and you arch against the seat when she meets your begging with two fingers slipping easily into your pussy. There isn’t a hint of resistance from your body, accepting her in like she belongs. “Yes. Yes, yes, yes.”

 You aren’t sure when it happens, but you blink and your uniform has been entirely discarded, your right leg thrown over Storm’s shoulder as she sits on her knees between your thighs. She is down to her last knuckle in you, three fingers wide and her hand is absolutely drenched with your juices. “Please Ro, please,” you beg and plead.

The ache in your core is easing just slightly as your orgasm builds, legs trembling and your hand clutching the arms of the seat. Whimpers and whines flood the back of the jet and it’s a mess of tearful begging and moaning followed by Ororo’s soft reassurances and the wet squelch of her fingering you. “You’re doing so good for me, angel, just keep taking it. There you go, so good. So good for me. I feel you squeezing my fingers. Go ahead and come for me. Let go for your Ro, hm? Come on, baby.”

“Mhm,” you whine, legs trembling as the pleasure crawls up your body and ecstasy blossoms in your core. The orgasm is out of this world, colors and shapes bursting in the darkness of your closed eyes. “Ro. Ro, Ro…”

“There’s my honey. Good, you did so good…” She works you down slowly, easing you through your orgasm and ensuring you won’t get overstimulated until her hand leaves your core. There’s no doubt that she’s burning with need and it’s a miracle Logan’s stayed out of sight for as long as he has. Their control is remarkable, something you can’t even think of having now. “Just breathe.”

You barely have time to recover and watch her clean your cum from her fingers before the need and fever slam back into you even worse, a cry of pain filling the air. Logan’s words from earlier float back into your mind while you pant and writhe. Fuck or die.

You need more than fingers, more than Ororo. You need them both. “Where’s Lo?” You whine, mortified by the tears leaking from your eyes but searching desperately for the man.

“Right here, bub.”

The speed with which you whip around to make eye contact would be comical if you weren’t convinced you’ll die in the next 15-20 minutes. “Logan.”

“Oh look, you can still remember your names. Good job,” Logan’s hair is a mess. It looks as if he’s run his hands through it multiple times to keep himself under control. He’s sweaty and panting, wet spots visible on his uniform from where he’s been struggling with his own prominent issue from the aphrodisiac. Very prominent.

Your eyes are glued to the thick bulge that he’s clearly hastily tucked away. He must’ve been trying to ease his own pain using the sound of Ororo helping you. The thought has Storm having to hold you in place because you’re trying to claw your way up and to him, as if your legs would even work right now. “Woah. Deep breaths, sweetie. He’s coming over here, no need to get up. Stay still for us. You promised to be good for me, remember?”

You risk a quick glance at Ororo and falter under her soft reminder. It wasn’t an actual order, but it feels like one. Logan approaches with a hungry look in his eyes, raking from your feet up to the top of your head like he gets nourishment just from the sight. “Are they good?”

You’re trying to figure out what the question is referring to when Ororo answers. “They came once but it seems like it made it worse. They need more than my fingers and I’m going half-crazy. The stretch might be a little much, but there’s so much slick I don’t think they’ll even feel the pain.”

They’re talking about you like you’re an object and not a sex chemical-crazed, needy mess of a telepath needing dick like you need air, maybe even more. And fuck if that doesn’t just make you even wetter.

“Lo,” you whimper and open your legs wider, hoping to entice the Wolverine in. It works like honey and flies.

“You want my help now, huh Baby Xavier?” He grins and approaches slowly, resting a hand on Ororo’s head where she sits between your thighs. It’s a smile you’ve seen hundreds of times before accompanied by that god awful nickname but this time it doesn’t antagonize or piss you off. There’s a promise of pleasure, more than you’ll ever know how to handle and you crave it. “Want ‘Lo’ to ease that ache, sweetheart?”

You nod like a broken bobblehead and open your sticky thighs even wider. It feels like an actual fire in your core, and you wouldn’t be surprised if you’re bleeding from the pain. “Help, Lo. Hurts. Fuck me, please. Please. Need it. Need it, Lo.”

He hums and gets a handful of Ororo’s white hair at the root, tugging her head back so she’s looking him in the eyes. “So, they’re losing their shit. How’re you feeling?”

There’s something about the way the two older mutants are interacting that paints a picture of previous intimacy. You aren’t sure how you missed the signs, but they’ve been together before.

“I need something,” Ororo tells Logan, a hint of desperation in her words you didn’t catch the entire time she was fingering you. “They aren’t wrong, it burns. Think you can get us both off?”

Logan laughs, dark and confident. He releases her hair and gives her a gentle push. “Go get undressed and I’ll take care of you, too. My poor pretty sluts.”

Ororo disappears to the front of the jet, leaving you alone with Logan for the first time since this all happened. It’s less than a second before he’s on top of you and you’re kissing like two starving beasts. Logan and Ororo are hot and cold- where she was soft and slow, taking care of you and preparing you for Logan, he kisses you like he’s trying to eat you whole.

He takes entire control of the kiss, one large hand holding you in place by the roots of your hair. It’s not painful, but it’s controlling and dominating and so hot you can barely stand it. His mouth tastes like cigars and whiskey, burning hot like a bonfire. If you could think, you would be thanking Ororo for sending him off and letting her have first dibs. If Logan got his hands on you first, the two of you would have burned brighter than a dying star.

While he has full control of the kiss you aren’t a passive participant. Your teeth clash and nip, tongues shoving down one another’s throats. It only breaks when he tugs your hair to get you to expose your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kiss to your skin and ensuring every inch has some form of his mark, be it a hickey or a bite.

There’s more than one time where he bites hard enough to break skin, but it just makes you moan louder. “Please. Please.” You can’t get any more words out, losing your mind in the passionate moment.

“Please what?” He growls against your collarbone, nipping the bone. “Use your words, kid. Not all of us are mind readers like you and Chuck. What do you want?”

“Need you,” you pant and moan, holding his hair in just as tight a grip as he has on yours. “Need you.”

“Need me how?” he asks, mouth dropping down to your breasts and biting meanly. “My knee? My fingers? Maybe my mouth? I told you to use your words. I fucking meant it.”

There’s that asshole. God, you could throat punch him. “Your dick,” you hiss in equal parts annoyance and desperation. “I need your dick.”

He hums and pulls away, making you feel like you could rip your hair out. “As you wish, princess.”

You watch with bated breath as he starts undressing, pulling the zipper down at a slow enough pace that you could rip his throat out with your teeth if he doesn’t hurry the fuck up. You’re about to tell him just that when he finally gets the suit off. Your eyes trail down his bare, muscular chest, drool forming as you follow that delicious happy trail and to his red, leaking cock standing prominently against his stomach the second it’s free.

He's big. Not average-big but ‘oh God, how is all that going to fit?’ big and not to mention girthy. You’re still staring when he steps back up and between your knees, grinning wolfishly. “Cat got your tongue, bub?”

You try to answer him, mouth opening but can’t find your words when you’re face-to-face with dick, watching the precum bead at the top. Without thinking, you tilt forward and lick the fluid off which probably wasn’t your smartest decision. He grabs your hair against pushes you down until you gag on his thick length, one hand settling on his thigh. “You’re that fucking needy, huh kid? Just couldn’t resist trying to tease me?”

You mumble around him when he tugs you up just enough for you to get some air and then pushes you back down until you gag again, already having him almost to the root, nose brushing the soft hairs of his pelvis. “What was that? I can’t hear you with your mouth full, sweetheart. That’s okay, you can just tell me later.”

Asshole, you project into his head and start sucking him off as well as you can whilst trying to catch your breath and being held so far down. It’s clear he heard it, a laugh leaving his lungs. “Aw, I know. My poor baby. I told you to use your words, didn’t I? You said you needed my dick, but you didn’t tell me how. Sweet angel is too needy to think that far ahead, hm?”

Despite his mean and cruel tone, you pick up on one thought that stands out from behind his mental shield. If it gets to be too much, tap my thigh twice, bub. I’ll stop.

You hum in acknowledgement. This really isn’t what you meant when you said you needed dick, but he tastes so fucking good you can’t help yourself even though you genuinely feel like you’re about to die. You need to know what he tastes like, and you will never forgive yourself if you deny yourself this and never get another chance.

He pulls you off again and you whine at him like a kicked dog. “Easy, sweetheart. Lean back against the seat for me.” He’s cradling your chin in his huge hand and looking at you so nicely, even when he’s being an annoying asshole. You realize then that you would follow both him and Ororo to the ends of the earth and happily jump if they asked you to. You’re so fucked when this chemical wears off.

You lean back against the seat of the jet, and he shifts his stance, nudging your lips with the head of his cock. “Open up for me. Good, that’s it. Let me in.”

Logan braces himself with the shoulder of the chair and thrusts, sliding down your throat and back up. God only knows how you manage to not gag because tears are already slipping down your cheeks and drool down your chin after a few pushes. A raise of your shaky hand to your throat and you can feel him, drawing a muffled moan from you and a grunt of pleasure from him. “Yeah, bub. Take that for me. You wanted it so bad, go ahead.”

It’s several minutes later when Ororo chooses to reappear, now fully undressed and flustered and incredibly turned on when she catches sight of Logan throat fucking you. She looks absolutely divine. How the hell are you supposed to worship both at once? Thank God Logan’s got the reins because you could never choose if it was up to you. “Logan.”

He groans and looks over at her, grinning and looking at her like he might devour her whole. “Look at that, sweetheart. Doesn’t she look fucking amazing? Tell Ororo how pretty she looks for me.”

Your teary eyes look up at Logan, cock-drunk and hazy. You can barely remember your name, much less that you have telepathic powers and can communicate that way. So, you just let out a series of muffled noises as you try to talk with your mouth full, drool and tears soaking your face and throat.

Logan just laughs and nods, thrusting into your open mouth and talking over the wet gurgles. “Uh huh. Good job, bub. Now focus and let me worry about Storm.”

He beckons her over and pats your thigh. “Climb up.”

Ororo looks to you for consent, but you’re too far gone, watching Logan like he’s a god among men as he ravishes your throat. “You’re going to ruin them, you know,” she informs and shakily settles onto your bare thigh, moaning from the bare minimum contact.

“I’ve had my eye on baby for long enough,” he grunts and holds your head back against the seat with one hand, snaking the other down to play with Ororo’s nipples with practiced ease. “Don’t pretend like you haven’t. Ride their thigh for me, Ro.”

She does as instructed with a needy moan, but not without a huff, expecting more than that from him. She’ll just have to wait her turn. She glances over to check on you, your eyes hazy and unfocused as you look between the two mutants- Gods? - using you like a toy. “I think you fucked their brains out.”

“Nah,” Logan disagrees easily. “Haven’t gotten that far yet. Seems like sweet Baby Xavier just has a habit of going all submissive and doe eyed. Is that right, sweetheart?” He coos, a subtle mocking tone to it that you’re unable to pick up on. You hum back with a slow blink, throat constricting around him with a swallow. Logan growls and picks his pace up, chasing the high that you just put right in front of him. “Do that again, bub. Just like that.”

With both Ororo and Logan chasing their highs, you’re left to watch them both starry-eyed for several minutes. You swallow again and he comes down your throat with a ragged moan, hot and salty ropes filling your mouth and spilling down your chin with each thrust. “Fuck… Swallow, bub.”

Ororo’s working herself up to her orgasm with controlled roles of her hips on your thigh and fingers with more than a decade of practice. You gag as Logan pulls out and swallow everything he gave you, opening your mouth and giving him a soft “Ahhh…”

“Good,” Logan purrs at you. It seems like he’s worked through the aphrodisiac now. He smears the mess of tears, drool, and cum on your face. “What a pretty mess. You look depraved, sweetheart. Did I break Ororo’s favorite little mutant?”

“Mm-mm,” your head shakes in denial and your gaze zeroes in on the woman herself. She looks beautiful, head falling back with ecstasy as she gets herself off using your leg. Maybe she is a goddess. “Ro…”

Her brown eyes lock with yours and she offers you that same soft smile while coming down from her orgasm. “I’m good, honey. Focus on yourself. Pay attention to Logan.”

Your eyes obediently lock back onto Logan, a submissive volleyball between the two older mutants. You tilt up as high as you can reach, begging for a kiss or more contact in some way, shape or form. It shouldn’t surprise you that the man who made you such a mess is willing to kiss you after cumming in your mouth, but it does. And he likes it, if the growl is anything to go off.

Your tongues tangle for several long moments before his attention drags back to Ororo, some communication going on between the two of them that you would only get to be privy to if you snooped in their heads. But you’re too worried that your lack of control would get someone hurt right now, so you stay out of everyone’s mind, watching and waiting for a command.

“Stay in your seat and take a breather,” Logan instructs, holding your filthy chin between his fingers so your hazy, lustful eyes are stuck on him. “I’m going to take care of Storm and then it’ll be your turn again. Be good and I’ll play nice, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nod with a soft whine, sniffling when Ororo gets up on shaky legs and drapes herself across the chair on the opposite side of the aisle. Logan pats your cheek, a little condescendingly, and follows her. An immediate sense of abandonment and loneliness crashes down but you ignore it in favor of curiosity and an urge to see the two interact without you in the way.

There’s very little foreplay between Ororo and Logan, almost as if they’ve been keeping their need on a backburner to take care of you first. That’s both an incredibly hot notion and something you feel more than a little guilty about. You’re the one who got everybody in this situation in the first place, after all, and now they’re babying you.

My eyes are glued to the two of them as they kiss messily for a minute or so before Logan bends her back down, fingers gathering up her slick and dragging it back and forth. “Think you can handle it, Munroe?”

She laughs shakily. “When can I not? Just don’t act like a damn bull in a China shop and I’ll be fine.”

“No promises.”

Logan spits in his hand and smears a mix of spit and her slick over Ororo’s ass and pushes himself into the tight ring of muscle with a hiss from her and a moan from him.

Oh. Oh, that’s not what you were expecting at all. Maybe that’s your drugged brain struggling to keep up, but you thought it was just going to be typical sex.

You are entranced as the two older mutants work together to get one another off. They look like the partners they are on the field, not a moment of awkwardness or too much need from either party even despite the drug pumping through everyone’s body. It makes you feel every bit the younger, less experienced mutant in the situation and if you were any less under the influence, you would be deep in your anxiety by now.

It’s torture watching and not able to participate, torn between wishing you were Ororo or Logan in this moment as your fingers fight with the chemical to try and get yourself an orgasm while Logan ruts Ororo into the seats. They both even sound hot, Logan grunting and those huge thighs and nice ass rippling with the work of his muscles. Ororo nice and soft and plush in all the right spots, the sounds of her moans flooding the air with his.

Never in your life have you felt more like a cuck and you’re relieved when they both finally finish. You’re not the kind that can handle sitting on the sidelines like this and the pain in your core has worsened to the point that you’re sure you’re bleeding internally.

 “Need you in me,” you tell Logan with a small sob before he’s even eased Ororo down to sitting, the pain becoming even more prominent. You pray he doesn’t try and tease you with his ‘use your words’ line. They truly will never find his body if he withholds it any longer.

Logan’s eyes soften and he nods, approaching your seat once more with sweat dripping from… everywhere. The man is still hard, as if he hasn’t had two orgasms back-to-back. “I know, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you. Isn’t that what Ro promised, that we’d take care of you?”

“Hush, angel. I’m just going over here to watch. You won’t want me in the way, I promise.” She seems like she’s fine now too and you’re frustrated that you’re the only one struggling anymore. Ground zero.

“Come on,” Logan’s huge hands hook under your arms and ease you down to the floor of the jet, settling between your thighs. The metal feels soothing on your feverish body and simultaneously makes you shiver. “It’s alright, I’ll take care of you. You trust me?”

“Trust you, Lo,” you repeat back and accidentally find yourself in his mind, looking through his eyes for a dizzying split second. You look fucked out. “I’m a mess.”

“What did I tell you about getting in my head?” He teases you, wiping some of the filth off your face. You’re about to apologize but he covers your mouth with his hand. “Let’s get the rest of this chemical out of your system, hm?”

You nod eagerly and roll your hips, rubbing and grinding against Logan. The act pulls twin moans from the two of you. “Needy little thing. Remember the thigh rule?”

He checks your face and must find the reassurance that he’s looking for because he starts to push and sink into you. The stretch is immediately dizzying, stealing your breath from your lungs and making the fire that’s been boiling you from the inside out cool just a touch. Logan hisses. “Jesus Christ, you’re so tight. Relax, sweetheart. You’re okay, it’s just me.”

Your eyes roll back and closed when he rubs small circles on your clit to make his progress easier, your body jerking with a rough moan as he feeds you inch after inch. “There you go, bub. She’s hungry, isn’t she? Look at her, trying to swallow me whole. So greedy.”

It takes a second for you to register the ‘she’ he’s referring to is your pussy, which helps ease the way for him. By the time Logan’s bottomed out in you, you’re convinced you can feel him in your throat and whining. “Move. Move, move, move,” you beg and plead even as you try to adjust to the burn of his intrusion.

Logan shakes his head and stays in place, although it clearly pains him to do so. “Not until that pretty girl you’ve been hiding from me loosens her grip a bit, sweetheart.”

You continue to whine and beg, squirming uselessly under his body. He presses one hand in the center of your stomach to keep you in place, drawing a loud and desperate moan as you arch off the floor of the jet. The pain switches straight to pleasure and Logan gets the cue he’s waiting for. “Atta girl. There you go, that’s right.”

He doesn’t spend long building up the pace, each thrust getting harder and faster. Maybe he screws like this normally or maybe the chemical hadn’t fully left his system, but he’s drilling you into the floor of the jet like it’s the only thing keeping the two of you alive. The sounds of wet skin slapping skin seem like the nastiest thing that’s happened today, but maybe that’s due to how intimate it is. Logan’s eyes are glued to your pussy, watching the ring of fluids build at the base of his shaft and your eyes are glued to him like he hung the moon and stars. “Lo, Lo,” you moan and tug yourself upright a bit.

He responds by forcing you to hike both legs up his hips. “Lock ‘em,” he grunts out and you obey instantly, clawing at his arms in pleasure when he somehow gets an even deeper angle that hits your g-spot repeatedly. Every thrust into you pulls a noise from your body, breathy and soft ‘ah’s filling the air. “Yes, yes…”

“Can’t believe you were hiding this between your legs, Baby,” he teases as he brutally snaps his hips into yours with a force that has your teeth rattling and any potential further responses are thrown out the window. You bury your face into his arm and just hold on for dear life. “Fucking heaven. Look at her swallowing me up. She was built for me, wasn’t she?”

You aren’t sure how long he drills you into the floor, but the orgasm comes swift, quick and all-encompassing. Your breath catches, your lungs seizing up with the ecstasy filling every atom in your body. Acting on instinct, you bite down on his bicep with a moan louder than you’ve ever managed before in your life, one following out with every convulsion of your cunt as it- no, she in Logan’s words, milks him for all she’s worth.

 For several seconds you swear you can see sounds and taste colors, even with your eyes squeezed tightly shut. Your entire body jerks and trembles, barely able to keep your hold on him. Is this what everyone talks about when they say, ‘Earth-shattering sex’?

“Fuck,” Logan curses with a hiss and a dark laugh, pace somehow managing to pick up even more when you clench down around him and bite. He’s chasing his high now, not yours. “Wish you told me you were a biter. I could’ve worked with that, baby.”

You whine at him and release his arm, quickly being railed into overstimulation. With an ease that simultaneously embarrasses and flatters you, he flips you so you’re on your stomach in a headlock- the same way you glimpsed in his mind what felt like forever ago. He’s bullying your cervix, bumping it with every impossibly deep thrust that has you seeing stars and making a further mess of yourself. “Almost there, sweetheart. You can take it for me, can’t you? You can last a little longer for your Lo.”

Ororo must be getting the show of her life, but your eyes won’t cooperate enough to look at her, squeezing shut again with a whimper. Logan harasses another orgasm out of you, one that makes you see spots and almost convinces you you’re going to have to tap out.

“Want to see those fucked dumb eyes when I fill you up, sweetheart,” Logan grunts and pants into your ear, grabbing a handful of hair and tugging until you’re looking back at him with a sharp arch to your back that makes it just a bit hard to breathe. There’s a holding of intense eye contact between you and Logan leading up to and through when he finally comes, filling you with rope after rope of sticky hot cum into your womb with a growl. There’s the sound of skin splitting followed by metal ripping through metal and your hazy eyes catch sight of Logan’s claws buried in the bottom of the jet. That’ll be hard to explain to Charles.

Finally, finally, there’s a release of the painful tension and fire in your gut. You sigh and go boneless in Logan’s arms, letting him work through his release by himself as you try and catch your breath. Somehow you made it through the roughest mission of your life so far.

One blink and suddenly everything’s shifted. Instead of naked and stuffed full of Logan on the floor of the jet with a face covered in bodily fluids, you’re wearing a shirt that smells suspiciously like the Wolverine and your back is resting against a chest that’s starting to feel very familiar to you. A gentle hand is running soothingly through your hair, and someone is cleaning your face up. A split-second probe of the air around you reveals two minds- Ororo and Logan, which you were expecting. It still feels like you’re in the jet, but you’re in the air now. Must be on autopilot.

“Looks like someone’s awake.”

That’s Ororo’s voice. You let out an exhausted groan and attempt to look around, but it takes entirely too much energy. Ororo is seated in front of you, still wiping the mess from your face. “Didn’t know I ever went to sleep,” you croak and gratefully accept sips from the cool water bottle pressed to your lips by Logan from behind you.

“Wouldn’t call it sleeping, Baby Xavier,” Logan responds with a soft rumble, sounding more domestic and gentler than you’ve ever heard before. “More like passing out from exhaustion and dehydration from the chemical and three orgasms. Two from yours truly.”

You roll your eyes but Ororo shrugs. “Sorry, that’s exactly what happened. It took a lot longer for the chemical to burn through you than it did us. Charles thinks you took most of the dosage since you were holding the test tube when it shattered. Closest contact.”

Charles. Your face pales and you try to shoot upright, stopped by Logan’s arm draped across your waist. “He knows?!” You squeak, cheeks flooding a bright red and covering your face. Logan snorts. “Of course he knows. He already knew but we had to tell him what happened either way.”

“Still!” You groan in mortification and try to hide in Logan’s chest. “It’s mortifying.”

 You’re not sure how to act around your teammates now that this has all gone down. Both Ororo and Logan have gotten a taste of you and you them. How are you supposed to go back to just pining after Storm and lusting after hating Logan?

As if sensing your insecurities, Ororo hooks a finger under your chin to get you to look up into those soft brown eyes. There’s that signature soft smile. “Hey. If you want to move on from this and pretend nothing happened, that’s your choice."

“A fucking stupid one, but your choice,” Logan grumbles and Ororo swats his head. She scoffs and turns her eyes back to you. “We won’t make you do anything you don’t want to. If you tell us to forget it ever happened, we will,” she promises and you can feel the sincerity, from both her and Logan. If you told them both to drop it, they would.

“But,” Ororo adds on after a glance at Logan and moment of silent communication. “I do think I promised you my strap when we get home. If you still want to try and take it.” And who are you to turn that down?

[cat-mermaid]

Every now and then I go gee I wish they'd make another LET IT DIE game and then I fucking remember that OH YEAH-

-this fucking thing that came out, I played the beta and everything!

It was one of the fucking hundreds of battle royal "live services" games between 2022-2023 that came out and were fucking killed months after release because they weren't instantly successes

this game reeks of the directors really didn't want to make this but sony leaned on them hard stink

Its such a bizarre decision to do this with the series, LET IT DIE has this awesome punk heavy metal black humor style to it:

but then for DEATHVERSE they (Sony) wanted the L.I.D team to make a battle royal to compete with Fortnight(duh) so instead of the awesome dark flavor, they made it look like some kinda steam punk Rocketeer future world????

Look and how bright and clean and friendly this looks, would you have believed this was supposed to be set in the same game series if I ain't told you at the start?

But the biggest failure of the whole thing is the absolutely baffling decision to replace the beloved mascot of the series, Uncle Death, whom everyone fucking loves-

.... with this floating ball that speaks in a text-to-speech robot voice:

Its not even about not being able to get the Japanese/English VAs back, its like the creators were too ashamed to have Uncle Death in this shit show

did I mention I played the beta? I played that and this while it was briefly out and it controlled like SHIT. LID had tight snappy controls and this played like I was trying to steer a fucking cruise ship

I played this thing, I gave it money, because I wanted it to succeed so I could get a real LID sequel

After half a year they said fuck it because no one was playing, claimed they were taking it down to "rework it" and then killed it. Now they've announced that they're building a new game from the ground up:

this is the only concept art they've shown, still too bright for my taste but it is just an early concept.

Honestly if it has my silly skeleton man back I'll be happy with whatever

[clansocreations]

For Audio Drama Ask Game: 1, 5 and 12?

Okay so

1. First audiodrama you've ever listened to?

Depends on your definition I guess!

Excuse me one moment while I indulge in memories of my personal Hörspiel CD era. (Those who know me know exactly which CDs because I never shut up about them. And then I also liked radio stuff later I guess it really depends)

Like really I have been known to hold very long PowerPoint slideshows on this.

Also the Magnus Archives.

5. Audio (drama) specific trope you like.

Eyes. WEVE GOT EYES FOR DAYS FELLAS. Also that in horror podcasts there is (apart from a few usual suspects) none of the stuff that makes horror movies unbearable for me. Turns out just because I'm an absolute horror movie wimp doesn't mean I don't still have a taste for the morbid and weird and scary as fuck.

And this just. Works.

12. OHHHH THIS SURE IS A SPICY ONE

What public domain work would you adapt if you could

OH MY WORD I've never considered this but like. How awesome could a Freischütz audiodrama be. Or just a Gespensterbuch themed anthology.

The most famous story in that collection only exists as a folk tale, opera and musical (the latter with music by Tom Waits, I've seen it just this year and it's SO COOL, it's called the Black Rider and like. So good. Mhm.)

Also like. There's a forest. There's doomed love. And it's originally from a book of stories literally called "the ghost book" (Gespensterbuch)

Although in that same book there is also the story about the guy who played his instrument and a graveyard at night and suddenly had a very undead crowd of skeletons dancing the jig. Iirc.

That rabbit hole goes deep you guys. Anyways. If ya wanna read these and judge their anthologyworthiness there's an English version on Wikisource for both these stories which I shall link to promptly .

I'd love to hear those fully fleshed out especially Totentanz like can you imagine the sound design for a whole crowd of skeletons going all

Y'know?

[uncanny-tranny]

I remember transphobes telling me that my skeleton will "always be female." You couldn't come up with anything else to invalidate me besides my pile of bones? Really?

[canary3d-obsessed]

Restless Rewatch: The Untamed, Episode 34

(Masterpost) (Pinboard)  

Warning! Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

Dog Days

We jump right into some comic relief, in which Wei Wuxian runs away from Fairy, Jin Ling's dog, and Lan Wangji protects him. Wei Wuxian's terror of dogs comes from trauma, like so many features of his personality, but the show takes this opportunity to play it for laughs, with broad comedic acting from both of our leads. This is tonally jarring for me, because I know fuck-all about the very long and deep literary traditions that create the framework of comedy in Chinese drama.  I’m confident that it’s not jarring for its intended audience.

In any case, I love that CQL and all versions of MDZS constantly leaven the heavy stuff with moments of ridiculousness and whimsey. The mix goes both ways; under the absurdity is often something serious. In this moment, we see that when Wei Wuxian is viscerally afraid, he calls for Lan Wangji to save him, and Lan Wangji immediately does.

Afterwards Wei Wuxian briefly looks at Lan Wangji like this:

He is SO gone for Lan Wangji.

Then they go to talk to the art seller, to try to get some information about weird things happening in town. He claims to know everything, and tells Wei Wuxian about the man eating bunker on the ridge.

The seller does not, alas, know all that much, and Wei Wuxian roasts him for being useless while Lan Wangji half-smirks in the background.

He is so gone for Wei Wuxian.

(more after the cut!)

Wei Wuxian learns about the decline of the Nie clan under its current leader, Nie Huaisang, who has been acting like a dumbass as part of his “not getting murdered” campaign. 

Underneath the Bunker

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian talk about the new state of things while they walk through the woods to the man-eating crypt. I love the way they walk together here; Lan Wangji perfectly vertical and steady, all Yang in his white robes; Wei Wuxian swaying, sinuous, all Yin in his black ones.

Fairy barks in the distance and Wei Wuxian freaks out, grabbing Lan Wangji, but he doesn't want to answer when Lan Wangji asks him why.  Lan Wangji doesn't press for an answer, but Wei Wuxian immediately relents and gives him one anyway, and explains about being homeless and fighting with dogs for food when he was a kid. 

From there he jumps to thinking about Jin Ling and Jiang Cheng and how they hate him, and kind of collapses into being bummed out. Lan Wangji doesn't say anything, but listens and lets Wei Wuxian have a moment to get back into a better headspace.

This is a new dynamic for them; normally Wei Wuxian doesn't let his guard down enough to talk about his difficulties, and previously Lan Wangji didn't miss an opportunity to try to tell Wei Wuxian what to do.

More barking and grabby hands ensue, with Wei Wuxian clinging to Lan Wangji an unreasonable amount, and Lan Wangji rolling with it because being grabbed by Wei Wuxian is his favorite thing, even better than catching Wei Ying when he faints. 

At least, it's his favorite thing right now because they haven't progressed to blow jobs yet.

Blow jobs, you say...

They find the crypt, which is full of resentful energy and bad skeleton props. 

Wei Wuxian, in his new life, has retained his ability to hear resentful spirits yelling in his head. That's awesome for him and for Lan Wangji, who super missed getting to be paralyzed with fear for his beloved.

Wei Wuxian pulls out his compass of evil, which Lan Wangji apparently kept and has given back to him. As if you need a compass to find evil in this joint.

Surprise! It's in the room with all the coffins! (Wu Xie, poking his head in from Daomu Biji: Let's open them, what could go wrong?)

They open up the coffins and find blades in all of them, so Lan Wangji goes to play Inquiry to see what's up. We learn more about inquiry as Lan Wangji tries to get an answer from whatever spirit is in the place. 

He also takes an opportunity to be amusingly literal with Wei Wuxian, in a possible callback to that time when Wei Wuxian introduced him to Suibian. He earns praise and some obvious elevator eyes as a reward for his joke. 

Unlike that time in the ice cave, Lan Wangji doesn’t mind a bit when Wei Wuxian hops up to sit next to the guqin while he plays it.

And for this, he is rewarded with Wei Wuxian’s undivided attention. See, Lan Wangji? Letting neuroatypical kids sit the way they want enhances their learning. 

We discover that Lan Wangji is, unsurprisingly, a mensch when it comes to inquiry; he says the spirit can't lie because “I am here.” 

They figure out that the spirit is Jin Ling who is...not dead? Inquiry apparently works on living beings as well? Eh, whatever.

For The Love Of God, Montresor

They follow the instructions from Inquiry to find Jin Ling and dig him out of the wall.  

Camera Operator: What did I ever do to you?

This wall doesn't have any mortar in it, which is good since it needs to be easy for people to bury themselves in it. After Jin Ling got sucked into the wall, did he put the stones back? 

Anyway, 1500 years ago, folks in China developed a strong mortar by mixing slaked limestone with sticky rice soup. The Nie clan can't be bothered with that, though.

Apparently being buried and deprived of oxygen for a super long time doesn't kill you if you're a cultivator, given that Jin Ling has been in this wall for quite a while. 

Here we get another look at older, warmer Lan Wangji, who is a natural caretaker, kind to young people, and doesn't object to touching people, at least not if they need help or are in some way related to Wei Wuxian. 

He pulls Jin Ling into his lap immediately and starts feeding him spiritual energy while Wei Wuxian casually grabs Bichen and uses its hilt to dig out more of the wall. If this seems like a disrespectful way to treat Bichen, never, ever read the extra chapters of the novel.  Lan Wangji doesn’t blink at Wei Wuxian borrowing his sword. 

While Wei Wuxian takes a minute to try to understand what he's feeling in the weird energies of the place, Jin Ling hops up and tries to stick himself back into the wall. Persistent little guy. They haul Jin Ling out of there and see that Nie Huaisang a mysterious someone is lurking outside.

Lan Wangji is super reluctant to leave Wei Wuxian's side, hesitating until Wei Wuxian emphatically says he will meet him in town. 

Then he goes to chase Nie Huaisang the mysterious intruder, who easily escapes from world’s greatest cultivator Hanguang-Jun, which is...not plausible.

Cursed Reunion

Back at the Inn, Jin Ling wakes up while Wei Wuxian is checking his chest for signs of a curse, and flips out because Mo Xuanyu is taking off his clothes and (unbeknownst to Wei Wuxian) has a reputation as a sex pest. 

Jin Ling goes running off while Wei Wuxian is distracted by a flashback of Jiang Yanli. Wei Wuxian follows him, only to run into Fairy and Jiang Cheng. This time, Lan Wangji isn't there to help out, because he's busy filming Day Day Up gazing at the moon and thinking about Wei Wuxian.  

Jiang Cheng makes Wei Wuxian remove his mask, and the reunion gets rolling. The music cue for this is the extra sad, falling-off-cliffs music.

Jiang Cheng decides to torment Wei Wuxian with Fairy while they yell at each other, and this time Wei Wuxian’s fear is not played for laughs. 

This Wei Wuxian to have a flashback to a time he was chased by an adorable friendly dog a scary dog, and rescued by Jiang Yanli. He calls out "Shijie" and Jiang Cheng gets even more pissed off. 

He starts to talk a little smack about Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian instantly claps back, and it just escalates form there.

Jiang Cheng has plenty of valid reasons to be angry; Wei Wuxian's loss of control did lead to Jin Zixuan's death and to a lot of the shitshow at Nightless City. It doesn't matter that there was a second flute; if I'm in charge of the firewall and I don't actually have a firewall, it's my fault if hackers take over my company servers and/or fierce corpses.  

But he is apparently mad that Wei Wuxian didn't come to Lotus Pier immediately upon returning from death. 

You know, the death that Jiang Cheng kind of directly caused. Not to be confused with the death Jiang Cheng has been dishing out to random demonic cultivators since then, and encouraging Jin Ling to dish out. He's got a hell of a nerve to expect Wei Wuxian to voluntarily come anywhere near him.

On the flip side, when Jiang Cheng, reasonably, wants to know where Wen Ning is, Wei Wuxian stupidly wonders why Jiang Cheng still hates Wen Ning. Wei Wuxian asks what more he wants from them, both of them having died already. Like, if you do a clean reboot, everything should be good, right?

But Jiang Cheng wanted to kill Wen Ning even before the whole spine-crushing incident, so there's no reason he should have changed his plan in the intervening years. Wei Wuxian tries to get him to think about why Wen Ning isn't dead, but Jiang Cheng is too angry.

Jin Ling shows up to tell him he thinks he knows where Wen Ning is, which is just bullshit to lure Jiang Cheng. He tells him that he didn't say anything earlier because Jiang Cheng was being too much of a bitch. Jiang Cheng bristles and Wei Wuxian gives Jin Ling the sweetest, most loving look. 

He’s already starting to adore Jin Ling, with all his flaws, in the same way he adored a younger Jiang Cheng with all of *his* flaws.

Jiang Cheng ties Wei Wuxian up with Zidian and cleverly puts his rebellious teenager in charge of watching his silver-tongued brother.

Jin Ling, comfortable with command, at least where Jiang disciples are concerned, tells all the guards to fuck off.  He calls Zidian to his hand, which speaks to the closeness of his relationship with his Jiujiu. Jiang Cheng certainly couldn't wield Zidian while his Mom was still around. Then Jin Ling takes Wei Wuxian out of town again to let him go.

Let’s Dip

I like their synchronized sneaking; it makes me want to see them have more adventures together.

Out in the woods, Wei Wuxian, who once named a sword "Whatever," roasts Jin Ling for his dog-naming methods. They talk about Jiang Cheng's obsession with catching Wei Wuxian, which makes him think everyone is Wei Wuxian. Which in turn makes Jin Ling think that the dude in front of him is not actually Wei Wuxian. 

Then Wei Wuxian talks to Jin Ling about the importance of learning to say thank you and sorry.

He follows this up by saying sorry for his comments at Dafan mountain. Jin Ling reacts like nobody has ever sincerely apologized to him in his life, which is very possible, considering that Jiang Cheng is not exactly the apologizing type, and everything Jin Guangyao says is insincere. 

Jin Ling talks about his ambitions and Wei Wuxian nods approvingly, which is sweet, but he follows it up by knocking Jin Ling out so he can take care of the curse on his leg. This family, man. So rough. Wei Wuxian takes care of the curse, predictably, by transferring it to his own body. I'm sure Lan Wangji won't be upset about that.

Soundtrack: Underneath the Bunker by R.E.M

Writing Prompt: Jiang Cheng trying to apologize for anything, to anyone, and making an utter hash of it.

[badass-skeletons-777]

I recently played…

Lonely wolf Treat…

I loved the experience…

Those silly fellas make me smile…

You should play it…

[dancingisdangerouss]

Not to ask anything, but you're fucking awesome. Keep up with the good works and take good care pf yourself!

-The Skeleton Fucker.

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! It’s been a rough week, but today is a little bit better, so I’m once again cautiously optimistic 💚💚 Thank you and ily! 💞

[theautisticcentre]

NIECE AND WIFE

Natasha x Stark!Fem!Reader, Niece!Morgan x Aunt!Reader

Summary: While Tony and Pepper argue, you and Natasha take Morgan for a bit.

Warnings: A bit of angst, AU

Notes: Y/N is Tony Stark's little sister; Tony and Natasha are alive; Y/N is the half CEO of Stark Industries with Pepper

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Being the half CEO of Stark Industries, while being really great in most areas, came with a big cost: How tiring it was. Nearly every day, you had to deal with expansion ideas, bureaucrats, other CEOs, and when it's not that, you have to tinker with your and Tony's suits...it's a lot.

Which is why today, when you arrived back at the house you and your wife Natasha shared, you almost immediately dropped onto the couch that Nat was laying on, and snuggled into her chest as she gently stroked your hair.

"Agh...fuck work!" Natasha giggled as you yelled those words out. "I mean, if it's not those goddamn business expansions, it's Whiny Willie and Bossy Billy, and if it's not them, it's fucking bureaucrats, or my suit needs upgrading, or Tony's- I ju- Wh- B- AAGH!"

Suddenly, the phone rang, and you grumpily grabbed it and passive aggressively said, "What do you want?" But, to your suprise, a small, sad voice answered.

"A-Auntie Y/N, mama and papa are f-fighting..." muttered out a tearful Morgan as Pepper and Tony's screams could be heard, immediately changing your mood. "Shi- Shoot, Morgan, don't worry, OK? Auntie Nat's gonna pick you up, OK?" Morgan hummed in response, and you ended the call to see Nat already heading for the door, saying, "I'll be back A.S.A.P," before she took off in the car.

1 hour later...

You saw the car pull into the driveway, and immediately rushed out to it to pick up your niece and hug her as tightly as you could. "Are you OK, Morgan?" She nodded in response, and Natasha directed you both back inside the house, where you gently set Morgan down onto the couch.

"Alright, Morgan, what do you wanna do," asked Natasha, to which Morgan thought, and answered, "Can we play that Minecraft?" You quickly answered, "Awesome. Controllers to the PS5 are right there," pointing to the coffee table, "You two get started while I prepare some refreshments. Hey, honey, how dark you want your coffee?"

"Uh, about as dark as my soul, please." You turned back to her, smiling while your cheeks turned red, and said, "I'm making you coffee, not a glass of milk." Natasha smiled back at the pickup line you often shared, and said, "Then I'll take a latte, please." "Comin' right up," you exclaimed as you got to work.

About half an hour later, you brought over a tray containing a latte for Natasha, a bottle of juice for Morgan, and little treats like Bacon Rashers, Oreos, Monster Munch, etc. You set the tray down, then grabbed a controller and joined the game.

"Thanks, Y/N. You can grab some stuff from the chest while me and Morgan head out to get iron." You nodded to Nat, and did as she said. And soon, the game dissolved into chaos. Morgan ended up trapped in a mineshaft, Natasha had a bad experience with a Creeper, and you had to fight off an Enderman and a Skeleton at once.

"Hehehe! Auntie Y/N's in trouble," exclaimed Morgan, before you defensively stated, "Hey, I am merely tactically dropping my enemies' guard. It's a classic war tactic." Truthfully, you were in deep shit, but your Stark pride wouldn't admit that. Natasha just chuckled at your remark, and took revenge on the Creeper that got her by killing 5 more.

After about 2 hours of Minecraft, you three ended up watching The Incredibles. Morgan loved it, and you were always intrigued by the blobs that were shown in the Kronos Unveiled scene. Unfortunately, you had also seen some of the fanart associated to that scene, but that didn't concern you when Morgan fell asleep alongside Natasha.

"Hmm...goodnight, you two," you whispered before picking them both up and carrying them to your bedroom and laying them down there, before heading into the kitchen to prepare dinner for when they woke up.

THE END.

[xxmoonxsisterxx]

Day 22 Bleach (anime) Challenge: Favorite Release Form

I have three favorites. First is Baraggan Louisenbairn's release form. It's just fucking cool as hell looking. He's literally a skeleton king. Second is Ulquiorra Cifer's release form. It's just awesome looking. He looks demonic but also like himself at the same time. Third is Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez's release form. He's a panther like form and he looks so cool in that form. Also not sure if it counts but honorable mention is Ichigo's Vasto Lordes mode.

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SLEEP OR LOOK AT THE CEILING

THE OPTIONS IN THE LIFE OF A HIGH ACHIEVER

The Monkey House has come to an end and it's been two weeks since the last time I had to deal with that shit. Life feels much better and the possibilities are broader now. That job was clearly messing up with my mind and energy level and it's taking some time to detox from that period of my life. Or is it that I am reverting back to my natural state of being of pretty much doing nothing and being ok with it?

In the last two weeks I have finished the ESL course and submitted the final project. It was not necessary for me to do it because my score up to that point was above 70% but found to be a good activity to complete and very helpful in the long term. It was about creating a Needs Analysis and running an assessment on students to place them in the correct level.

The final project was completed by Thursday and Friday was when it hit me: What what fuck am I supposed to do now? What are the goals in my life and how to get there. Panic ensued and between Thursday, Friday and Saturday came up with the skeleton of what to do moving forward --just the following week.

It was not a detailed plan with strict goals but it was a very good idea to spend certain amount of time working on specific projects and then see the results. There are of course some grey overarching goals or dreams that are there for sometime in the future, but not crystal clear goals.

The first week while completing the ESL final project there was a big snow on Wednesday and this was the perfect excuse to tell my roommates that I was working from home because of the snow. But week #2 had no snow and Mr. Diz had no plan on what to do or how to justify the fact that he was now becoming another Home Boy.

On Wednesday found a TM meeting and decided to go right after going to the gym in the morning and eating something around the Central Market. In the afternoon just drove around town with no aim and no plan but suddenly the thought of having an empanada became a good plan to follow. $20 dollars worth of coffee and empanadas and an early return home was everything there was to say about that day.

The following two days were spent at the house bitching about Google-Boy playing Alexa all day and working out of the dining area. Speaking of, this guy truly never leaves the house. He works from home, cooks at home and does everything at home. He used to go to the gym but not anymore, mainly because in his own words it's a good 10 minute drive and he also has to pay $10 a month for it. How about the gym right down the street from home that has climbing and according to him is awesome! --but again there is money to pay and he doesn't do paying for stuff. So yeah, another homeboy.

I have noticed myself being fucking pist at everybody in the home, specially Google -Boy for being all fucking day at home. And for me it is very important to leave the house and do other things, see other places, or do the same writing in this blog and go around the same topics over and over again, but from a different working area and not the same bedroom.

The weekend was uneventful, staring on Saturday that I was supposed to work and doing absolutely nothing on Sunday.

The one thing I realized is that because of the lack of planning, I have done nothing this week. Which brings me to the great conclusion: plan the weeks ahead including the trip to COL and then will be busy and going at it instead of asking myself "what should I do today: sleep or lie down and look at the ceiling?".

[jecook]

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

I’m obsessed with this right here

22 notes • Posted 2021-06-12 14:14:02 GMT

#4

Obsessed with how AfO says he’s been keeping Spinner close as a bodyguard but wants him to be something more, the face of the rebellion! Which I love Spinner for the face of the movement and the villains and all, awesome, but bodyguard??? To AfO??? I’m sorry but the guy who admits that he has a weaker quirk, isn’t necessarily great with a sword only adequate, and is mostly around because he is a passionate and loyal bro—he is bodyguard to the most powerful man in Japan?? My gosh I love Spinner

23 notes • Posted 2021-10-28 17:17:37 GMT

#3

The Haunting of UA Dorms

40 notes • Posted 2021-09-23 19:37:20 GMT

#2

If Cartman IS doing all of this just to get to Kyle… that’s 40 years of his life just to get Kyle’s attention. That’s. That’s pretty dedicated, bro. That’s. That’s pretty ga—

76 notes • Posted 2021-11-26 00:49:21 GMT

#1

Well this is a dark panel.

I mean, it’s gorgeous. Shigaraki’s hair and clothes mimic the way the skeleton of Star and Stripe’s vestige crumbles before him for a beautiful composition. Maybe something could be said for the way in which they are both fraying and fracturing and crumbling. Star and Stripe coming undone, Shigaraki being pulled apart by AfO (whose head can be seen protruding from Shigaraki).

Mostly, though, I’m curious about her words vs her image. The first part of what she says, “As long as people are still willing to help each other, the will of a hero will be passed on,” seems fitting with the narrative so far. It’s what OfA is—people wanting to help others passing in that will to others. And it’s why 1-A has all grown as heroes. But the second line, “And surely they will put an end to you,” goes directly against the spirit that our heroes are going for. It’s not helping Tomura/Tenko to kill him, it’s just continuing the violence in his life and fueling his hatred. So, S&S looks like a demon despite sounds *almost* heroic, because she’s not at all heroic. She’s death, and this isn’t how our heroes will approach things.

87 notes • Posted 2021-11-19 14:21:44 GMT

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